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They watch as you waddle, one hand braced into your lower back while the other cradles your gravid bump, wondering how you’re still working in your condition. The way your chest hitches with every laboured breath, grimacing from just how extremely pregnant you are, looking full term at least. They’re impressed, how you’re still working in the office, carrying on despite the frequent cramping. So dedicated to your job as you huff around the office.

My belly is hanging so low, didn’t even realize how much it dropped until I stood to walk around, there is no way people aren’t looking at me.

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So, wild true story, if you can believe it. This happened to me about an hour ago as of this posting.

Walking home. Van drives passed. There is a large black man. No shirt, dripping wet, soap in hair. Passenger seat has a white tomboy-looking woman. One hand pressed against the roof. They slow down in front of me, it's a turn.

"Oh god it's so low... Fuck! It's right there!!!"

The guy turns and looks at her. "Don't push yet, we're headed to the hospital!"

They're driving, and she just *screams* "I HAVE TO, IT'S COMING OUT!!!" and the guy is going "no no no!"

Then they were gone, down the street, about to become parents. Maybe she was just panicking, maybe it was crowning. I'll never know if they made it to the hospital or even if she was really giving birth.

But one can hope.

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Something that turns me on in birth kink fics/writing/art and stuff is the DIALOGUE. I like the partner saying to push, and come on just a little more, breathe, etc. I love the birther saying that it's so big, it's coming, it hurts, etc. I love "it's so lowwwwww" and "it's coming ouuutttt." I love "I can't, I can't do it, oh my god." I love when they scream and curse and even cry. I like the grunts, the pants, the incomprehensible mess, the panic.

I absolutely love "I have to puuuuuuush!!" With such urgency. I love the "OOOHHH" and "MMMPHHHHH"s.

Like yes, narrate what's happening to you. I want the characters to talk me through what they're feeling, thinking; get specific with it. Super descriptive.

"Ohhhh my god, the baby is coming out. Oh shit, the head, the head is– oh my god I can see it. I'm so full, it's so– AGH it burnsssss!!!" Like that's my favoriteee.

"You look like you're having a contraction. Oh, okay, oh you're pushing. Baby, let's get you into the bed or something, okay? You're literally giving birth, right now. Don't tell me you're not, you're literally pushing, I can see you. You're grunting and your belly is hardening. Baby, come on. Babe, I– ooookay I think you need to take off your pants, oh my god you're crowning. I think you're crowning." Like unff give me that.

"Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" Even just that tells me so much about what's going on and how badly it hurts. The timing, the emphasis.

That's just the hottest thing for me.

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Good girl you're doing great, keep pushing, if you can feel the head that's a good sign.

I-I think he might be too big! I need to push harder, his head won’t come out-hoo-nghhhhh it’s right there I can feel it.

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Alright as your contractions are now 4 minutes apart I'd start properly pushing now, nice deep breaths and then push as hard as you can ok?

I can feel the head!!! It’s pressing down on my opening-I-I can feel the ring of fire

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Never Would’ve Expected

Brooke loved her job, as a midwife she got to help people bring their babies into the world, she always loved going into work and today was no exception. She had woken up with an ache in her back and cramping in her belly, assuming it was just her period, she had pushed the thought aside and headed into the hospital for her shift.

As the day went on, the pain was persistent, the ache always there, the cramps slowly getting worse. She was between patients, one having just delivered, another not too far off as she was leaning against the counter of the nurses station, wondering if perhaps she should go get checked, maybe it was her appendix? She straightened as her friend and colleague, Sam approached her, an obvious look of concern on her face. “You don’t look too hot, you ok?” she asked, Brooke quickly nodded, letting out a breath, “yeah, I’m fine. I’m just sore today.” She hoped to assure her. If she could just make it through to the end of her shift, she could sneak through to the ER on her way out. Before Sam had a chance to question her any further, she was called away, her patient needing her.

Another beautiful baby delivered and Brooke knew she wasn’t going to finish her shift, she was crouched in the hallway, hands wrapped around her middle as the pain returned, worse than before. “Brooke!” She glanced up as she heard Sam rushing toward her. “It hurts so much.” She told her, even as the pain faded, she still ached as she pushed herself up on shaky legs. “Let’s take a look at you, come on hun.”

Thankfully it was a rather quiet day on the labour and delivery ward, meaning there was an empty room for them to pop into. With Sam’s help, Brooke laid down on the bed, explaining how she had woken up with the ache in her back and the worsening cramps, “sounds like labour, I know.” Brooke told her, they both saw enough to recognise the similarity in her symptoms. She was expecting to hear Sam laugh as the nurse felt her belly, but when she looked at her, all she could see was a frown on her face.

“Do you mind if I bring Etta in? I just want a second opinion.” Sam asked her calmly. Brooke could only nod, worrying now as she watched her run out the room. Sam returned with Etta as she was clenching her fists, the pain returning, it took everything she had not to let out a cry until it finally passed. Etta’s check was quick, and as the two nurses shared a nod, Brooke wasn’t sure what to expect. “Well, we‘re pretty certain you’re pregnant. And in labour.”

Her eyes widened as she shook her head. “No, no way. It’s not possible. I would have known. I’m a midwife. I can’t be….” Like a flash, she suddenly remembered a night, months ago, a one night stand with a handsome man whose last name she had never gotten. Covering her face with her hands, she continued to shake her head. “We need to do an ultrasound to confirm but we’re confident, you’re having a baby today.” Sam told her quietly as she rubbed soft circles on her back.

The next twenty minutes passed in a blur, only interrupted by contractions as Brooke suddenly became the patient. Looking at the screen, the frozen image from the ultrasound still up, she would have laughed at the irony if she weren’t still in shock. She was having a baby. She was aware that cryptic pregnancies were more common than people realised, but she never thought it would happen to her, she had always assumed her training meant she would recognise the signs. But her periods had never been regular, she’d only gained a little bit of weight, no early symptoms, she hadn’t even felt anything. It all felt like a strange dream.

“Ohhhhh, hhhhngggh!” She groaned deeply, she was only getting a few minutes between contractions, it wouldn’t be long now. The pain grew, her belly tightening until the contraction reached its peak and slowly began to fade as her muscles relaxed.

“You holding up?” Sam asked kindly, Brooke quickly reached for her hand, relief flooding through her when her friend held onto hers tightly. “I always wanted kids.” She admitted with a laugh, “didn’t think it’d be like this.” The two shared a quiet look before Sam was wrapping her arms around her. “I know it’s unexpected and it’s scary, but we’re all here for you, you’re not alone.” It was a promise Brooke knew she could trust, the fear no longer feeling quite so overwhelming.

She reached two minutes between contractions when she realised she was still in her scrubs. Despite everything, they hadn’t managed to examine her dilation, not that Brooke felt it necessary when she quickly shifted. “I feel a lot of pressure.” She moved quickly to pull her trousers and underwear down, getting them off just as her water broke, bringing with it another painful contractions. “Hhhhhnnnnngggggggh!” Shifting into a squat on the bed, Brooke couldn’t stop herself from pushing, feeling as if her body was demanding it.

She stopped only when the contraction passed, leaving her panting as she slipped her fingers between in her legs, slipping them inside to check her own cervix, her colleagues turned birthing team, laughing quietly among themselves. “Definitely ten. Fully effaced.” Sam slipped behind her, helping to support her in this position. “Good job honey. But we need you to be the patient now, okay?” Brooke nodded, resting her head back against her shoulder. “Okay. I can do that.”

They stayed there quietly, Etta know settled between her legs, Sam whispering encouragement in her ear when the pain built again. With it, she was bearing down, the need to do so taking over as she felt herself stretch. Contractions came and went, her labia stretching as the head moved further forward before coming to a full crown. “Fuck! That burns.” Brooke cried out, panting heavily as her legs shook. Another contraction hit and she pushed, the head so close to being born.

As the pain passed, Brooke leaned heavily into Sam, eyes closed as she breathed deeply. “Can I sit? On the edge of the bed?” She asked softly, her legs couldn’t hold the squat much longer and while she knew they were happy to help someone change position during birth, it was different when it was her. With a whispered of course Sam and Etta quickly helped her into the position she needed to be in, and just in time as she let out a cry, her muscles clamping, forcing her into a another push, the head emerging completely into Etta’s hands.

“You’re doing so well, you’re so close and the cord is completely clear.” With Sam still behind her, supporting her. Brooke leaned into her chest, grasping at her hands as she pushed into another painful contraction. “Anhhhuggghhhh!” She cried out with one final, big push the room was suddenly filled with the familiar cries of a brand new life. “It’s a girl!” Etta said excitedly as the newborn was placed onto Brookes chest. “Hi baby. What a surprise you were.” She whispered, looking at her daughter in awe. “And to think…” she started, a smile on her face. “I thought today was just going to be another day.”

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I went to the library for some alone time and decided to go into those small rooms for studying. All of a sudden, I have the urge to push. I don’t know why. I continue to read my book and ignore it. I get the feeling again. “What’s happening?” I whisper. The librarian walks in to tell me they’re closing. She notices I’m in distress and asks is everything ok. I tell her “I don’t know…my body feels weird” I look down at myself. She walks always and 5 minutes later all the lights turn off, except for my room. “Oooh gosh….why does it feel like something needs to get out….aaaah”. The librarian walks back in “oh my…..what’s goin on”. I get up trying to stand with my legs apart. I heavy breath saying “I have to push. It feels like something is inside and wants to come out, aaaaaah something big” I grunt. I hold on to the table and my body starts pushing and I start screaming. She stands there staring at me. I tell her “please go find help uuuuuuuuh I’m puuuuushing again”. She says “there’s no help, it’s just us. Sit on the edge of the table”. I stare confused. “You’re in labor sweetie”. “No, I can’t be” I say while pushing again. “There’s nooooo uuuuh mmmm way”. She says “I see a bulge”. I tell her “please….pleeeeeasse call for helllllllp!” I scream. She smirks, “I’ve always wanted to watch someone push”. She grabs my legs and pushes them back and says “bear down and push hard”. I have no choice. I cry “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”. She says, “I can see it, it’s an egg, a very big egg”. “Oooooooo it hurts, it’s toooooo aaaaaaaahhhhh biiiiiiig!” I moan and grunt. She says “big push, push hard, be as loud as you want it’s just us”.

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Need to Finish

At 38 weeks pregnant with twins, Valerie should have known better than to strain herself. Her huge, torpedo shaped belly, barely contained by the denim overalls she struggled for an hour to pull on, hardened beneath her palm. The head of a baby sat heavily right on her cervix as she lent against the wooden dresser she'd just spent the last hour moving into the nursery.

Val was going to be a single mother by choice, but her family was one of the best support systems she could ask for...until now. Her brother was supposed to help put together the nursery a week ago but everyday had come with a new inconvenience or excuse. At this rate her babies would be sleeping in frameless crib cushions.

Her brother texted her hours ago saying he would come over, but she didn't believe it and opted just to do it herself.

It was easy for the most part; hanging decorations, curtains...but the dresser was too much and there was still the cribs to put together.

Val's head sank as the contraction persisted, moaning low until it ebbed away. She righted herself with a labored breath as she rubbed smooth circles around the side of her mountainous orb. It would be fine, her waters hadn't broken yet so it would be just fine. Just needed to breathe and finish the room before it broke.

"Just...gotta wait as long as possible. It's ok, it's gonna be ok," Val nodded to herself.

Valeria spent the next few hours in a cycle - building a stroller and then baring through a contraction, filling a closet with baby essentials and then squating with the pressure, building one of two of her cribs and gritting through her back spasming with increasing frequency.

Eventually, a distinct, taunting feeling of needing to bare down with the contraction became ever present. Val groaned with a hand beneath her lowering belly and her other pressed against the crib she'd just finished.

"Fuuuuck, fuck, so looow," Val could feel something opening her in spite of her resisting the urge to push. She still had the last crib to build and her waters were still intact, she still had time. Nostrils flaring, Val continued.

Every movement made it harder to resist the urge to push. The pressure was hiking up to new peaks the more effort she put into building the crib - just lifting the cushion made her stop in her footsteps just to rotate her hips.

The contractions were only minutes apart by the time she got most of the final crib done.

Valerie squated to pick up the final side of the crib in the midst of the contraction, each inch she lowered intensifying the heavy pressure between her hips and the distinct feeling that her cervix was being spread wide. She felt so open that it felt as though the baby could just slip out. She wanted to just push, to give into the urge...maybe just a small one would be alright.

For just a second, Val bore down on the fleshy mass, moaning low as she forced it through her canal. It

The increase in pressure shocked her out of the hypnosis that was birth. Val shook her head, ceasing the action, and began to rise with the side in her hands. "Not yet, gotta finish this crib-ouuhh....ough...AH!"

A sharp release shot through her. The floorboards and Val's pants quickly became drenched with the contants of the sac she'd felt within her. The head of her first forced its way down into her canal now that the sac was no more. In an instant, her instincts to push took over, driving her to deepen her squat and her first baby was sent barreling through her canal. Her nails dug into the wood of the crib. Her legs, already wide, spread further as her body coaxed the baby through her with haste.

"No, no, no, it's too fast!" Val moaned, her taut belly taking on an uneven, box-like shape.

The contraction waned, leaving her wide stanced and heaving with a baby resting just against her vaginal opening. The urge to bear down greater than ever, Valerie panted just to keep herself upright.

She looked down at her oblong belly and the remaining materials for the crib. "I-i can finish it...need to finish it..."

Determined to get things done before they arrived, she forced her soaked legs to move. Contraction after contraction twisted her womb, forcing her gait wider and the bulging head to further open her. She lined up the siding of crib to the sound of fluid dripping idly from growing bulge in her overalls. She would dip to pick up a screw and feel the denim press the baby back into her canal just a bit only for it to resettle back into swollen pussy when she stood up right. Over and over this happens, making her voice rise in a desperate pitch and her eyes to go as wide as saucers.

Tears streaked down her face as the urge became more maddening to resist.

"C'mon, just a little more- haaaahaaahaaaaaaagh," Val twisted the final screws into the crib.

The crotch of her overalls tightened as the crown grew.

With trembling hands and heavy deep breaths, Val secured the final screw into place and a merciless contraction took control of her body.

Without the will to resist, Val fell to her knees and then to her back as her body forced her baby to crown against the unforgiving fabric of both her panties and her overalls.

Valerie unclasped the shoulder straps of her denim overalls and attempted to shove the waist band off of her. Her strangled cry echoed in the completed nursery as she tugged on her unfit clothes.

The overalls didn't budge and neither did the baby.

She couldn’t close her legs - not enough to get the overalls down her thighs easily. Using all of her strength, she cried out and pushed both her baby and the overalls down legs. The yawning crown burned furiously with each passing moment it was restrained from releasing.

"Get off of me! I need em out, I NEED EM OUT!" Val voice cracked.

It was a matter of centimeters and she was making the space.

Valerie got the denim and her panties down to just above the mid thigh The head shot free from the grip of her flesh. Her mouth went wide at the release and then at the turning...then the shoulders...all rapid from how long they were kept inside.

In a torrent of built of fluid, the first of her babies slid and fell into the ruined fabric of her overalls. Valerie fell back on the floor, chest heaving, taut belly still stiff and full. It was just good to feel empty for a moment.

"Oh god...gotta call an-FUCK," Val had tried to rise off her back to get her first born, but the second wasted no time in bludgeoning it's way through her.

Valerie fell back to the floor in a spasming mess. The sides of her belly collapsed on eachother in the midst of the contraction. In no time, the second baby spread her open. Val, no patience for resistance anymore, bore down on her baby until she felt the burn. As the contraction began to rnd, Val pushed harder on her child. Head, shoulders and torso slid out next to the first with a flush fluid in a final effort.

Val finally had complete relief from the pressure.

Belly sufficiently deflated, sweat drenched, hair stuck to her skin, clothes soiled, and engorged tits aching, Valerie bent forward and took both of her babies out of the mess that was her overalls, bringing them to her chest. Immediately, her touch made them squirm and squeal.

A loud banging echoed through her house over the cries of her babies.

"Hey, Val, open the door! We gonna get this nursery nice ready for the new family!" Her brothers boisterous voice echoed through the front door.

Val could only groan in response as her babies whimpered into her chest.

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His girlfriend came back into the room smiling, holding the pregnancy test. “See? I told you, it’s negative.”

He stared at her belly, which had been steadily growing over the past few months, to the point where she could no longer button her shorts. A rounded belly, which he’d felt a kick from just last night…

“Are you…sure you shouldn’t take another one?”

“You’re just paranoid,” she said, as she chucked the test in a waste basket. “Come on, let’s go. I’m really craving some ice cream!”

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Slow & Steady.

She’s never been one to be on time, so it didn’t really surprise Abby when she went beyond her due date. She was now forty weeks and six days pregnant and finally, just as they were settling after lunch, it seemed labour had begun. “Consistently ten minutes apart for the last hour, I’m taking it as a win.” She insisted, looking over to her husband Steven, sat beside her on the sofa. He offered her a smile, his hand coming to rest against her belly. “Here’s hoping.”

She had been warned, first babies often took their time, but nothing could have prepared Abby from the frustration she felt as two hours had passed and her contractions had only increased by a minute. “At this rate, I’ll be pregnant until New Year.” She pouted, bouncing and swaying her hips as she sat on her yoga ball, wishing to get her body moving faster.

There was a sharp inhale of breath as she felt the tightening within her, the growing sensation that her child was well on their way. Her hands held each side of her large bump, it had dropped weeks ago, baby sitting heavily in her pelvis. The pressure built as she hummed through it softly until it reached its peak,painful enough to leave her distracted but not yet bad enough that she felt she couldn’t talk if she wanted to.

“You should get some sleep.” Abby told her husband, five hours in and she was still only contracting every seven and a half minutes, much to her dismay. “Louie isn’t in any rush.” She laughed the second she spotted the frown on Steven’s face, the two of them had yet to agree on if they were having a boy or a girl, though Abby was confident it was a boy. “If you’ve awake, I’m awake, even if Rose is taking her time.” He replied with a laugh. She let out a sigh, shaking her head fondly before wrapping her arms around him, her head resting against his chest, I love yous whispered as the summer sun began to set.

Hour nine came just as the contractors reached six minutes apart. “Fuck, this one hurts.” Abby groaned, rocking her hips as she stood in the middle of their living room. “My sister had already had her baby by this point. My waters haven’t even broken. Shit, uggggh!” The contraction reached its peak before finally fading, leaving Abby with the chance to catch her breath before she sat down on the edge of the coffee table. “At least they’re getting stronger.” She let out a tired sigh, knowing that was at least something. “You’re doing so well, and I am so proud of you.” Her husband whispered, pressing his lips to the top of her forehead. “Maybe we should call the midwife, get her here before it gets too late and she can help.” Seeing that it was already past ten pm, she nodded in agreement.

Twenty minutes later found Abby pacing up and down the hallway as Lisa, their midwife entered their home. “You could have called sooner, sweetheart.” She told them both as she approached the labouring mother to be, all she could do was shrug, mumbling something about not wanting to disrupt her day too soon when her attention was pulled to the squeeze within her, muscles contracting as she groaned. She could feel her back being rubbed but barely registered it until the pain leg up as she let out a tired sigh. “Let’s check your progress. Where do you want to be?” Abby took a moment, “Bed. I want to lay down for a bit.” With help into the bedroom, she sat back against a mountain of pillows, lifting the flowing nightgown she has been wearing and ridding herself of her underwear. “Okay.” Lisa said once she had checked her cervix, “you’re at a six. Still some way to go but you’re doing wonderfully.”

Hours passed in a blur of contractions, snacks and quick snacks when she could. The clock hit four am, fifteen hours since Abby had realised labour had began and she was stood in front of the dresser, hands braced against the wood surface. “Uuugggghhhhh! fuck!” She cried out, the pain growing stronger until it faded away. She straightened and pulled her nightgown off, throwing it across the room. “Three minutes now?” She asked, almost desperate to have made more progress, relieved to get a nod from Lisa. Suddenly, she felt a pop within her, the hardwood beneath her feet growing damp. “My waters broke!” She called out excited, hoping that it wouldn’t be long now.

“I have to push!” Abby finally called out at 8am, the early morning sun already poking through the curtains as the world outside began their days. On the bed once more, she had finally reached ten centimetres half an hour ago, the urge to push had come on suddenly and desperately, Abby not wanting to wait as she pulled her own legs back. her husband letting out a chuckle as he quickly moved to hold one for her. “Push on the next contraction.” The wait wasn’t long, she pushed with a heavy grunt.

“Why isn’t he coming?” Thirty minutes later and she felt as if she had yet to make much progress. “Baby is getting very close, they’re just being a little stubborn.” Steven whispered in her ear, but still, tears welled in her eyes, exhaustion showing. “Let’s get you standing, let gravity help.” Lisa suggested. They barely had a minute to get Abby up off the bed before she was pushing again, this time she felt the baby get closer, heading just pressing against her opening before slipping back as she let go of the push when the contraction passed. The next several contraction continued similarly until finally she felt that stretch she knew has been coming. “Ugh, that burns.” She panted heavily before shifting into a squat.

Crowning was a slow progress, it felt like hours passed before the head finally came free. ”Ahh!” Abby looked between her legs, finally feeling like she was at the finish line. “Ohhh!” She gasped, groaned and began to push again, bringing her child into the world on shaking legs and into her waiting arms.

“It’s a Louie!” She called out with a laugh, sinking to the floor and holding her son to her chest, her husbands arms wrapping around her, holding them both close as twenty hours of pain, effort and exhaustion finally concluded in her holding her whole world in her arms.

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"It's happening..." She moaned, and her boyfriend reached over, hand trembling in excitement. They'd both wanted this for months, planned it without telling anyone else. And now she was really doing it...

His hand cupped the mother-to-be's crotch. It was soaked, radiating heat, and under the fabric of her leggings, he could feel it. A rounded mass. The head. "You're really crowning..." He moaned. She nodded, sweat shining on her skin, breathing heavily. "It's coming out into my panties... It won't wait, I can't get these off. It burns, I'm opening for it... Ngh... Gotta... Push!"

Drinking in every detail, he moaned in desire and amazement. This baby was going to be born here on the couch, sliding into her leggings, just like they'd both fantasized...

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Two semesters ago I’d had her pressed to her dorm bed, her thighs curling as I squeezed into her. Put a baby in me, she’d begged. Then shuddered, groaning into the pillow as hot spurts gushed into her.

Now she’s pacing our dormitory. A portable fan creaks and rotates on the night stand. She’s soaked in sweat, having already shed her undershorts. Even now and then she pauses and squats down, placing her hands on her knees, and bellows as she bears down deeply into her bottom.

“It’s not coming,” she gasps. “Why isn’t it coming?”

I don’t tell her to call someone, a campus doctor, maybe. I’m content to just watch as her body slowly expels her tremendous load.

An hour later she’s screaming into the pillow, back arched, belly hanging low between her spread thighs. And between them, a huge head fills her opening, stretching it into a taut circle.

“It needs to come out,” she sobs. “I need to push so fucking badly.”

I tell her the only thing I can tell her.

“Babe, you need to hurry. Dorm inspections are in the morning.”

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New Generation

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“There ya go. That’s it, nice work!”

The soothing words almost vanished under a raspy cry of effort, but their effect was felt. 

Star had been pushing for a couple of hours now, at the moment on her hands and knees in the middle of her livingroom floor. Her mother, Raven, sat behind her and massaged her hips, digging her thumbs into her tensing muscles as hard as she dared and following her daughter’s movements as she rocked back and forth. In front of them both, Sara also kneeled on the floor, hands on her knees as she watched. It was her that had been encouraging Star while she pushed, and who continued to talk in a steady, even tone.

“Get that breath back. Nice, low breaths, get some air to that little girl.”

Crinkling her nose, Star did as she was asked, yanking in a slow, shaky breath. As she let it out, though, almost without her permission she found herself melting into a push, her jaw dropping and a low moan rumbling in her ribcage.

This was exactly what she’d wanted. Laboring here, with just her mother and her midwife, in her own home, taking control of this odd situation on her own terms. She’d never expected to become a single mom, but in all honesty, after what Kane had done to her once she’d accidentally gotten pregnant, she felt like she’d dodged a major bullet.

She let go of her push with a sharp grunt, huffing a few panting breaths before catching the air in her throat and heaving another push. Her daughter was almost here. That was all she needed to focus on, all she needed to give her strength. Knowing that her mother was here too, and that she had a knowledgeable midwife with her? That was icing on the cake.

On the other hand, Raven was almost a nervous wreck.

She was hiding it well, but some of it leaked through. A furrowed brow that didn’t seem to smooth. Lots of questions during early labor and transition, ones that seemed to repeat a few times. 

Sara smiled as she peeked over Star’s shoulder and gave Raven a reassuring nod. It was normal, though. This was her baby, going through exactly what she herself had gone through. The midwife smiled to herself as she turned her attention back to Star, who was trying to catch her breath as her contraction faded.

It was funny, the midwife thought to herself. She was finding herself here almost as much for Raven as she was for Star.

The new mom slowly sat back on her heels, a dizzy smile on her face, and pushed her hair back, chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Wow. Ohhh, wow. She’s so close!” She reached down and palmed her vagina almost in wonder, head tilting back and eyelashes fluttering.

Sara smiled warmly and rubbed her upper arm. “Yes she is, I’m starting to see little peeks of her head when you push. You’re doing amazing, amazing work, Star.”

Star hummed in response, a soft acknowledgement on her exhale, and settled into her hips. Her fingers traced the bulge between her legs, knowing her baby’s head was right there, right at the edge. 

Raven rubbed a hand up and down Star’s upper back, peeking over her shoulder. “You got this, honey.” She whispered, and melted into a smile as she saw her daughter visibly relax and tilt her head toward her.

“I got it. I know I got it.” 

She’d raised a strong girl, and that made her heart swell. Her worries were still there, but they’d taken a backseat to her pride. 

“Do you wanna change positions? Here, get some water…” she murmured, grabbing up the cup and straw and holding it out for Star.

“Mm.” Star leaned over and cracked her eyes open to find the cup, then closed her eyes again as she took a big sip. She shook her head as she swallowed, rubbing her belly with her free hand. “Not really, this feels really good…solid, y’know?” 

Sara giggled as Star bounced herself lightly against her heels, settling into her hips. 

“I might try…up like this I guess, instead of on my hands. Makes my wrists tired.”

“You can do that. Absolutely.” Sara nodded, leaning forward and adjusting the towels and mats they’d spread on the floor. 

Raven nodded, smoothing Star’s bangs back from her forehead and watching carefully as her daughter took another big drink. When she handed the cup back, she quickly set it aside, then rested her hands back onto Star’s hips.

“You still want me here?”

“Mm.” Star murmured back, then whined and flailed a hand, patting at her mother’s hands as they pressed in. “No, no. Off. Hohhh.” She melted into a deep groan and rested both hands on her knees, dropping her head forward.

Raven quickly pulled her hands away, then sat back a little, leaning to the side and watching her daughter with an almost helpless look on her face, which Sara took note of.

“Alright. Get some good air…and…push.” Sara murmured in a half-whisper, nodding as she watched Star inhale, then sink into her hips as she bore down. Her taut belly almost changed shape as she pushed, tensing around the baby making its way into the world.

Star slowly drew her hands into fists, then groaned deeply as she released her push and her grip. Fitfully, she flapped her hands by her face with a whine, then slapped them back down onto her thighs, rocking her hips side to side.

Thinking quickly, Sara grabbed up a magazine that was sitting on the nearby coffee table and thrust it at Raven, giving her a grin. “Here. Fan her with this, that’ll help get some air moving and cool off this hard workin’ mama.”

Thankful for something to do to help, Raven quickly grabbed up the magazine and began fanning her daughter, reaching out and pushing her bangs back from her sweaty forehead again with the other hand.

The deep, resonant moan from Star was evidence enough that it was the right thing to do, and the young woman took a couple deep breaths before pushing again, sitting down into her hips and pushing her knees apart a bit further.

With a loud grunt of effort, Star leaned back a little as her contraction peaked, head falling back and hand darting between her legs. She cried out in excitement and surprise as her baby had suddenly swelled to a crown, stretching her opening around the squishy head covered in hair.

Raven gasped, and Sara cheered, immediately grabbing up a towel. “Heck yeah, Star! You got it, that’s it! Pop em right out!”

Sara grinned as her comment had the intended effect, Star laughing breathlessly and both forcing her to relax and to get a breath. “Ohhh! Oh hi baby! Hi!” She crowed, fingers tracing the top of her baby’s head. “Mom, can you see her??”

“I can!” Raven cheered, stroking her forehead with her thumb and blinking back tears. “I see her, honey. She’s got lots of hair.”

“I knew she would, I had all that heartburn!” Star laughed, then adjusted her hips and lifted her head back up, tucking her chin to her chest and arching her hips toward the ceiling a bit. She grunted, deep in her chest, a sound that Sara knew well, and she quickly laid the towel over her hands and held out her hands. 

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s have a baby, huh?”

Star was already pushing, melting into short, pulsing little grunts that very quickly eased her baby forward. A forehead, eyes, a little nose, all emerged with each happy sound.

One deep groan, rumbling in her ribs, and an entire head was sitting between her thighs. Star melted into a deep, happy sigh, shifting her hips back and forth and stroking her baby’s face.

Without a word, Sara quickly beckoned Raven over closer, and when the new grandma shifted over, Sara draped the towel over her hands. A small tug to her wrist, and Raven held her hands out just in time.

With a deep, rasping inhale and a last groan of effort that melted into a cry of happiness, Star gave her last push, and her baby all but fell out of her right into her own mother’s hands. Three generations all began to cry together as Raven quickly lifted her new granddaughter onto her daughter’s chest.

Sara smiled ear to ear as she helped clean up the new baby, her heart warm. This was what it was all about. 

Love, overcoming the anxieties of change.

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Stairs… why were there so many damn stairs in this theatre. Every time I lifted my heeled foot, trembling slightly, to climb up onto the next step it felt like the baby was about to fall out of me!

Our fancy expensive seats were in a box, which meant we had to climb up three flights of stairs to get there.

“Oooooh— babe it’s gonna come out—” I whimpered under my breath, one hand gripping the railing while the other clinging on to you tight. Panting so fast so as not to push was making me lightheaded.

I don’t even remember how we reached our private box, all I could think about was the feeling of the baby rammed between my hips, their head pressing down. Urgently, eagerly. The heavy pressure of that large and rounded skull right against my lips, desperate to be born.

“Mmmghh… I don’t think I can h-hold it for m-much longer.” I admitted as you lowered me into my seat, my legs instinctively spreading as far as my black dress allowed.

“Shhhh… you can do this. I know you can.” Your voice was calm and confident and smooth as silk.

Sitting beside me your hand went under my dress, cradling the round evidence of the progress I’d already made, lightly touching as you looked casually towards the stage. As if you were simply holding my hand. My belly tightened, hard as a rock beneath my dress, and my legs spread wider and I gulped a deep breath.

I pushed again. I couldn’t help it.

You simply tutted and increased the pressure of your palm against the partial crown inside my underwear.

Standing in line for an expensive theatre performance, her hand clasping mine tightly. She’s elegant in her black dress, her makeup flawless. Her thighs tense and widen. She presses her trembling lips together to avoid a moan.

“It’s like I can’t not push,” she hisses.

“Oh, darling, I’m so sorry but the tickets were just so expensive. It would feel like a waste.”

She grunts. Her knees dip, tenting her dress slightly. “Wanna squat.”

“Not in those heels!”

The line flows like molasses. She gasps suddenly, eyes blown wide.

“I just… pushed.”

Subtly, without even looking, I slip my hand under her dress to feel the wet bulge of her distended crotch against her tights. She shudders.

“It’s okay, love. Just… hold it until intermission, ‘kay?”

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Adventures of You: Public Birth

               You’re going to have a baby.

               I am aware this is the worst possible spot, but your body doesn’t seem to care. Fully dressed, in front of everyone, no privacy in sight. They’re going to watch. They’re going to SEE you. You’re going to give birth, right here, a crowd watching you at your most helpless, your most feminine.

               I know, it hurts. It’s supposed to hurt to become a mother. It’s squeezing, pulling, the head is sitting so low. But with how long you’ve been denying the state you’re in, I suppose you’re lucky that your-

               … Ah, there they go. Your waters. Leaking from between your legs as your face burns with shame. That scent, deep and musky, like sex and something else, something so much more. And the massive wet spot its making. Just look at the state of you, full-bellied, panties and pants soaked with birthing juices. Beautiful.

               I know you don’t want to do this here, but that’s meaningless. The only thing that matters is the head pressing against your cervix. Over and over the pressure mounts. You’re in hard labor, you can’t stop it, can’t resist it.

               Just give in. Open your legs. Become a mother.

               Push for me.

               Ahhhh, there we go! I saw that, the moment you gave in. Your instincts are so strong, your body wants to have this baby SOOO badly. You’re fighting so hard, but we both know what’s going to happen. Don’t resist, let this crowd of strangers watch as you deliver a child for a man you don’t even remember.

               It’s coming! The head, you’re fully dilated, the head is starting to open you inside! It must feel incredible, stretching and pressure, the deep ache of your cervix opening further than it ever has before, but mixing with the feeling of being stimulated at your very deepest points, things being pressed on in ways you never imagined possible.

               Just breathe for me. Breathe during rests, and push with the pain. Focus on giving birth, no need to worry about your clothes. They’ll just add to the enjoyment of your spectators. Just focus on having your baby, right here and now. No point in fighting it, just let it come.

               Puuuuush dear, just like that. Don’t be nervous, let it all out. Scream for me, moan at the feeling of it, make little fists and curl your toes, be small or big, whatever feels right. Don’t hold back, this is your moment, you at the most feminine you can be. Let them see you in your strongest yet most helpless, give birth to your child!

               Push push push, that’s right, I know, I know it hurts, let it out, there we go. Cry and sob, it’s just fine, you’re just how you should be right now. It’s so amazing, you’re starting to bulge under your panties, the head is getting close to crowning. You’re going to be a mommy!

               It doesn’t matter if you wanted it or not, doesn’t matter how hard this will make the rest of your life. It’s happening, all you can do is let your body bring life into the world for the man who decided that you should give birth for him. You HAVE to push, push with the pain dear!

               Yesss, good girl, you’re doing incredible, can you feel your lips starting to part? Come on, deep breath for me, and then PUUUUSHHHH!

               Shhhh, it’s ok, it’s ok dear, I know it burns, I know your baby is crowning into your pants. Everyone else can see it too, everyone here knows that you’re giving birth into your clothes right in front of them. You’re so sexy, so incredible, even though it hurts. The burning is just going to get worse, but you can do it, I believe in you!

               That’s good that’s good keep going keep pushing you’re such a good mommy just keep pushing that baby out of your aching, burning slit oh my goodness! The bulge is so big now, it’s obvious there’s a baby between your legs, filling your ruined underwear. The head is almost at a full crown, you’re so incredible! Everyone here is savoring every moment of you birthing for them, even if the father is nowhere to be found. It doesn’t matter, his job was to put a baby into your womb, and your job is to carry it for nine months and then birth for him. You can do this, it’s what your body is made for.

               Breathe for me…

               And…

               PUUUSSSHHH!

               Keep going keep going keep going you can do this you’re so strong! I know it hurts, I know it’s terrible and everyone is looking, but just keep going you can do this! The head, dear the head, it’s about to come out, one more big push!

               You’re so gushy today. I know you almost passed out from the feeling of the head squirting out into your underwear, the bulge is MASSIVE. Can you feel it? People keep running their hands over the head resting between your legs, cupping the head of the baby through the fabric of your jeans. It’s a good thing they slipped nice and low under the pressure, otherwise you could have been stuck crowning for hours.

               Just the shoulders. Breathe as the baby turns, just focus on the hands of strangers rubbing between your legs, gasping in awe as they feel the head turn. You’re so sexy right now, so utterly helpless to do anything about all the people watching you deliver your child into your clothes. They’re backing away, they know it’s time.

               Hon… it’s time.

               Push.

               Push!

               PUUUSH!

               PUUUSSSHHH!!!

               One shoulder is out! And… the other one! The whole body is sliding out, your clothes are bagging, your did it!

               Oh my… people are taking pictures as you reach into your pants and panties and pull out your newborn. You’re such a lovely single mom. And just think, all the videos everyone took will be all over within hours, everyone around the world will see you in your most frightening, helpless, intimate moment. Even the father of this child, wherever he is. Maybe he’ll even come put another baby into your belly before he vanishes again.

               But for now, focus on the fact that you did it. You had a baby. You must be so proud…

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When a woman reaches a point where ‘pregnant’ is always the first thought when she enters a room>>>>

She’s starting to waddle. It’s subtle, but her hips sway and roll now. Her belly’s curving, from sternum to pubic bone. It’s beginning to arch and sag forward with true weight now. She kneads her back often. Shifts her position. Just can’t seem to get comfortable.

People offer her seats. Conversation pauses when she walks in and doesn’t resume until she’s awkwardly sat down. They jump up to get her stuff. Eyes on her midsection like they’re watching a countdown and waiting for her to pop. They talk to her gingerly: “Feeling okay, hon? Are you getting rest?”

She’s changing now and everyone can see it. Her entire body is becoming something different. She’s visibly swelling, growing heavier. More pregnant each day.