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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.

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Hiya lovely, @shhhsecretsideblog here 💜Because your Pit Stop fic lives rent free in my brain, how about another on the way to the hospital idea…

She’d been labouring for hours at home, her partner supporting her, timing contractions, massaging her back and hips as she rocks through each wave. Eventually, her waters break and the contractions get close enough to be able to go to the hospital. But the couple is relaxed; they’ve done this before, her labours take hours, they weren’t rushed or panicked.

On the way they pass McDonalds and the mother-to-be has an insatiable craving for a Big-Mac. So they go via the drive-thru, intending to grab some food and get quickly back on the road. But they soon discover the line of cars isn’t moving very fast, they haven’t even got to the ordering screen yet. More cars have joined in behind them, making them stuck in the drive-thru.

But that’s when labour ramps up, the sudden movement of her baby dropping so low she can feel it pressing against her cervix. Her knees bounce and legs spread, trying to pant through the shift in pressure, not to freak out her partner. But the growing feeling between her legs is ancient and instinctive and extremely familiar…

Oooooh I love it 💞 You always have the greatest ideas!

I saw a video recently with an expecting couple at the drive thru, just like this…the caption was something like “she’s in labor but still had to stop for nuggets” …it was all joking and they made it to the hospital in plenty of time, but part of me can’t help but imagine if they didn’t 🫢

It’s prompts like this (and the chem teacher one from earlier) that make me wonder, “What could realistically keep them from getting out of this situation?” In real life, you’d obviously get out of line, skip the food, and rush to the hospital. But maybe it turns out the fryers are broken, and the staff have to wait for them to reheat…and the person at the front of the line stubbornly decides to wait. No one can move forward, and the cars are too close to each other for anyone to pull out of line…

Does she tell her husband? Call the hospital, or an ambulance? Try to plead with the other drivers in line? Get out and try to seclude herself in the bathroom, so as not to make a scene? Or just sit there, praying that she doesn’t need to start pushing…?

Either way, things definitely aren’t going as planned 🤭

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Dream Come True

This was what she had always wanted, always planned for. She had accomplished so much in her life, but becoming a mother had always been a goal, a dream and now it was finally coming true. For thirty eight weeks and three days Dana had watched as her body had changed as the child she had wanted so much had grown.

It had been fifteen hours since labour had begun, the cramps she had been feeling for the last few weeks finally doing more than trying to prepare for what was to come. For fifteen hours she had paced and swayed and rocked as her body worked, each contraction bringing her closer to finally meeting her daughter.

Hands cradling her belly, she closed her eyes, hips rocking as her muscles clamped around her uterus, getting closer to the end. Eyes opened slowly as the pain subsided, the pressure sitting heavily in her hips as her waters trickled down her leg.

Dana wasn’t alone, her midwife beside her as she laboured in the comfort of her own bedroom, lights low, surrounded by candles as another contraction rippled through her body, pressure building against her cervix. The urge to push had been a sneaking sensation for the last two hours, barely noticeable at first but growing with each pain until it grew undeniable.

A move to sit on the edge of the bed came two contractions later, legs spread wide as she waited. She had finally reached ten centimetres dilated and now all that was left to do was bring her baby girl into the world.

The rest of the world faded away as the desperate urge to push became overwhelming, Dana giving into the wishes of her body as she bared down. It took several attempts before she could feel her child descending into her birth canal.

Another change in position came as she shifted to kneel on the floor, hands grasping onto the quilt as she groaned, feeling herself opening more and more as she pushed, feeling the stretch of her labia as the head moved closer and closer. The burn was intense once the head stopped retreating, she was left gasping for breath as she worked harder than she ever had before she felt a pop, her hands quickly dropping between her legs to cradle her baby’s head.

She knelt there, taking in the sight of her child, only part way into the world as she waited for her body to continue. The short gap to catch her breath quickly over as she was pushing again. She couldn’t look away, staring at her child as she came into the world with one final push, quickly bringing her tiny, crying body up to her bare chest.

Shakily, Dana was helped to sit down, back against the mattress and a tired but overjoyed smile on her face as she looked down at the perfect little baby she had wished for for so long.

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Birth Quickie 8: Mislead

(Content Warning: Intense Nausea, Accidental Pregnancy)

I was watching for contractions like a hawk.

The timer app was open in the background constantly, I knew the baby could come any day now and was eager for it. I was so ready for this to be over, for everyone to stop staring at me in public, to have the lingering aftermath of that one night stand out of me, to go back to my normal life. That didn't mean I wanted to suffer through birth though. I was going to go to the hospital, have them give me an epidural, and coast through childbirth. Or at least as close as one can get to an easy birth.

Instead all I felt was waves of nausea. I grew increasingly frustrated as I would feel unsteady, my head would hurt, I would hear the blood rushing in my ears as I held my swollen belly. It had started yesterday, but had only been getting worse, coming in stronger waves and holding for longer.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. One sudden sick feeling was so bad I started crying, and I knew I had to get something to help me deal with it. I loaded up into my car and drove to the supermarket, trying to breathe slowly and steadily, even as sweat started to shine on my face and arms, running down from how overheated and gross I felt. It was hard to even make my eyes focus sometimes, and I would try to pull over a moment until they calmed down.

I told myself it wasn’t anything that serious. I only had to pull over three times in the fifteen minute drive to close my eyes and ride through the nausea. Finally, I arrived. I knew my belly was obvious, could feel everyone’s eyes on me as I waddled through the store and grabbed some Pepto, some motion sickness medication too.

I began to walk back, when suddenly I realized I needed to use the bathroom. At first it was a gentle nudge, but it got bad, fast. I let out a grunt of discomfort, looked around and saw the one restroom nearest to me was in the back of the store. Groaning in frustration, I leaned heavily against the cart, my legs not feeling very sturdy.

I just wanted to sit down. Everything in me just wanted to relax, calm down. This whole ordeal had just been so embarrassing, having to explain to everyone why I wasn’t keeping it, how I got pregnant in the first place. I’d felt so exposed and stressed out since I started showing, and now I just wanted to go into labor and get these last parts over in private, as easily as possible.

Finally, relief was in sight, I had to stop outside of a bathroom, a low, deep moan escaping me as I held my belly. It felt so wild, I had no idea my body could change like this. It was so extreme. Right now this heavy, full mound that was my womb was rock-hard to the touch, which surprised me. Sure, it was surprisingly firm, but not like this. And it was radiating heat.

That need to go had gotten even stronger, I felt like I could barely hold it. “Oh god… oh god… come on come on, you can do this…” I found myself whimpering. Talking myself through it helped, if only a little, made that intense pressure and fullness inside easier to ignore. I didn't know how I was going to handle labor at this rate, but that was a future me problem.

I blinked back tears as the sick feeling and the pressure in me eased up. “I can't do this… It’s too much…” I found myself whispering, barely even thinking about it. I was really falling to pieces over this. My emotions had been all over for months now, but this was intense even for me.

Taking another steadying breath, I wheeled my cart next to the women’s room with its one bottle of pills inside, and left it there. I couldn't quite keep myself from bracing one hand on the wall, my steps awkward. I felt like I couldn't quite fully close my legs, it just felt wrong, made that nauseous feeling spike if I tried.

Suddenly I stumbled, had to brace against the sink as I groaned. The world spun, my stomach lurched, I groaned low and deep as that ugly pressure throbbed down. I wanted to give in sooo bad, it almost felt like my body had started to without me even thinking about it. Everything had tensed, I’d even squatted slightly, my feet apart and knees slightly bent.

I blushed, remembering all the little humiliations and frustrations of pregnancy. The times the baby kicking my bladder had made me wet myself a little, the times I got gassy or weepy or began letting down in the middle of a meeting. Steeling my will, I fought myself. I might be about to have a baby soon, and I might be dealing with some kind of food poisoning or something, but I would NOT make a mess in my panties like this. Not so close to the proper place for it.

Fighting the urge to give in, I grit my teeth. “Fuck… it feels like my ass is splitting open… what is happening to me?” There was so much pressure sitting so low now, I couldn't ignore it. But finally, after what felt like forever, it eased, just enough for me to start moving gingerly again.

Waddling deeply, moving wrong sending spikes of pressure throbbing up into me, I managed to get into the stall. I undid my maternity jeans, tugging them and my panties around my ankles, and sat down.

Another hideous wave of nausea came, and I groaned. I had to go so bad! I gave into that instinct with everything, not caring how much of a mess it made, and God. It was such a relief to not fight it. I had gripped my legs so hard it hurt as they spread wide, bearing down and feeling something massive move lower with my effort.

The groan had become a low, deep, ugly, guttural grunt of force and effort. It was moving, moving, it felt like so much. It felt like I was splitting wide open inside, stretching so much. “My ass… god… what's happening to me?” The nausea faded, but I could barely catch my breath. I was dripping sweat now, shifting my feet to try to step out of my pants and panties, I badly wanted to take off my shirt and bra too. I was burning up, my whole body felt so wrong, aching and sore and overwhelmed.

But the worst of it was that pressure. I’d never felt anything like it before. It was so low, it couldn't be normal. Pregnancy had done… interesting things to my bathroom habits, but nothing had ever come close being like this.

Before I could dig deeper into the sensations I was experiencing, they spiked once more. Now my stomach was even cramping, though it still felt mostly like I wanted to throw up. I was pushing with everything I had before I could even think about it, “get out get out get out!” Forced between grit teeth as I tucked my chin. The toilet rattled as my thighs quivered with effort, my hands aching from how hard I was squeezing.

Meanwhile, inside, something was coming out. Lower. Lower. It should have come out by now, right? This was too much, too big and heavy and low. “I can’t do this!” I sobbed, and it felt so true, I felt stuck and helpless. “It’s too much! It hurts so bad!”

Then, something changed. My eyes went wide as dinner plates as I realized I could feel something new. Where all the pressure was. I felt burning. Spreading. Opening.

Oh god.

No.

“I’m not crowning.” I whimpered.

I kept pushing. The burning got worse, spread, the need to get this thing out of me not relenting, demanding I keep going.

Then, finally, it eased. I reached a trembling hand down. “No no no no… no, it's not… I didn't even have a contraction… this isn’t a head. I'm not giving birth in a public toilet like some high schooler at prom… I’m not.”

I touched my swollen, aching vagina.

The hair of my accident was slimy with my fluids. My vaginal lips were pulled tight around the head, making a wide, fat teardrop shape.

I needed to push.

I felt it come further out. Crowning me wider. “Nooooo!” I groaned, holding the porcelain with one hand as my toes curled and I felt the head open me wider, my fingers dragging over it as the teardrop turned into a wide O.

Then… a spray of fluids that soaked my clothes, my hand. “F-fuck!” I gasped, but couldn't stop. The contraction was still going. The baby… I could feel it turning. If I hadn't wanted to throw up before I for sure did now. The shoulders… I moved my hand down its face, feeling its slick, gross little features, down to the neck. The shoulders were coming. I could feel them coming out of me.

My accident was coming out of my body.

I pushed with every cell of my being.

It came.

I caught it as I ruined my clothes with birthing fluids, making a gigantic mess of the employees. I heard voices outside, panicking. I guess someone had heard me cursing and pleading and pushing.

I asked the doctor, later, what happened. Why I hadn't really had anything that felt like a contraction until I was about to crown. He explained that, for some women, labor can feel more like intense waves of nausea than cramping muscles.

Lucky me.

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Low bellies. Overdue, hanging down between her thighs. Stretched. Not round, but elliptical. Torpedo-shaped. Oblong.

Her navel bulges and points straight downwards. Like it’s telling everybody where her baby’s going soon. It’s so low, so full, that it sags. It droops. It pulls down toward the floor.

Her back is agony, arched permanently like a bow string. She has to lift the underside of her heavy load to walk. Lift it, just so that it’s level with her hips.

It’s so hot, seeing a belly drop. The lower they are, the readier they are.

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Out the Back

It was just after dawn when the boy came banging on Nellie’s door. No note, no message—just panting breath and wide eyes.

“She’s out back,” he said. “Mrs Green says it’s happening now. She didn’t make it back inside. They think it’s the baby.”

Nellie had her boots on before the kettle had finished boiling.

She knew the house on Tunstall Place. Six families shared the crumbling building, five of them mothers already, all of them stretched thin. The backyard was a patch of dirt and stone, and the toilet block—three doors in a row—stood crooked at the back like old teeth.

She found the women clustered at the back fence, shawls tight, lips thin. One of them—Mrs Green—stepped forward.

“She went out not twenty minutes ago,” she said. “Said she felt pressure. Next we know, she’s calling out, and the girl’s halfway crowned.”

Nellie didn’t waste words. She pushed through the cluster and ducked her head into the farthest cubicle.

The smell hit first—damp wood, rust, blood, and old waste. Then the sound.

Deep, guttural moaning, rhythmic and desperate. A woman’s voice—but not the voice she’d use for prayer or protest. This was something lower. Animal.

She was squatting, one hand braced on the peeling brick wall, the other gripping the seat behind her. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, and her face shone with sweat despite the morning chill.

“God help me,” she panted. “It’s coming now.”

“You’re alright,” Nellie said, stepping inside, one hand already reaching for her satchel. “You’re not alone now, love. I’ve got you.”

The woman blinked through tears. “It’s not my first,” she said. “But none of ’em came this fast.”

Nellie laid down her coat on the filthy floor, knelt on it, and peered between the woman’s legs. The baby’s head was right there—slick, dark, tight with pressure.

“Next push,” Nellie murmured. “Let it come.”

The woman grunted. Growled. The walls of the cubicle trembled with her effort.

And then the head slipped free.

Nellie’s hands were steady. She checked for a cord, gave a gentle turn, and the shoulders came. The rest followed with a rush—warm, wet, and sudden.

A baby boy.

He gave a thin cry, startling against the early air.

Nellie wrapped him in her shawl, still kneeling on the floor of the outhouse.

The mother—her name was Elsie, she now remembered—sank back onto the closed seat, legs trembling, breath ragged.

“Is he—?” she asked.

“He’s fine,” Nellie said, placing the boy into her arms. “You both are.”

The cluster of women out back were crying now. Mrs Green wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. Someone handed Nellie a ragged bit of flannel for the cord. Another woman ran to boil water.

They helped Elsie back inside slowly, carefully, Nellie on one side and Mrs Green on the other, the baby tucked to her chest.

The house was still quiet. Not for long.

But for now, the sun was lifting, and a cry had joined the birdsong.

Nellie, wiping her hands with vinegar and rags, sat on the stoop and let herself exhale.

Not all births waited for beds. Some just needed a good pair of hands, even in the smallest, unlikeliest corners of the city.

Even out back, in the cold and the muck, life found a way to slip through.

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Not Ready Yet

By the time Nellie slipped through the back gate and into the kitchen yard of number twelve Randall’s Row, the clouds had opened in earnest. Rain drummed against the slates and spilled down the windows in steady rivulets, a muffled grey hush over everything.

The back door was unlatched, pushed open with a creak of protest. Inside, the kitchen was warm with steam and effort. A pot bubbled thickly on the hob, and rows of shirts dripped from a line strung across the beams. The room smelt of onion peel, wet flannel, and something sharper—familiar, unmistakable.

“Jane?” Nellie called, wiping the rain from her sleeves.

“In the scullery!” came the answer, half-barked.

Nellie followed the sound and found her: sleeves rolled, collar open, face slick with sweat. Jane Howlett was bent over a zinc washtub, her arms buried to the elbow, scrubbing at a bedsheet as if it had offended her personally. Her skirts were knotted high over her knees, bare feet planted wide on the tiled floor, bracing herself as she rocked with the rhythm of the labour—though she clearly wasn’t calling it that.

“You’re in the thick of it,” Nellie said quietly, setting down her bag. “You ought to be resting.”

“I am resting,” Jane snapped, breath hitching. “This is me resting, Nellie. It’s the only peace I get.”

Nellie folded her arms and leaned against the doorframe, watching. Jane’s movements were sharp but purposeful—her hands never still, wringing and rinsing, twisting and folding. But beneath the noise and bustle, Nellie could see it. The way Jane paused every few minutes, chest rising sharply, her body bowing slightly over the basin. Her jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, and her hips began to shift—slow, almost imperceptible circles, knees bending.

And then, with a quiet, near-silent grunt, Jane bore down. Just a little.

“Jane,” Nellie said softly.

Jane didn’t look up. “Don’t start.”

“I haven’t said anything.”

“I know that face.”

“You can’t hold it off forever, love.”

“I can try,” Jane hissed through her teeth as another tightening pulled her forward, hands gripping the rim of the washtub.

She stood there for a moment, bent and swaying, panting through her nose. Then—still breathless—she reached for the peg basket and began hanging a sheet one-handed across the line. Her belly strained against her shift with every stretch. The wet linen dripped cold onto her shoulders as she leaned up and clipped the corners. She winced. Her body curled. Another push, quick and quiet, followed by a hiss and a whispered curse.

Nellie stayed where she was. She saw it—how Jane braced herself against the washboard under the guise of balancing. How she angled one foot slightly outward, opened her stance just wide enough to let her push discreetly, as if the baby might come in small parts without her ever needing to admit to it.

But Nellie said nothing. Pride was like a crust on some women—it softened better with time than scolding.

Instead, she stepped forward and picked up the soaked shift in the basket.

“I’ll hang this one,” Nellie offered.

Jane’s mouth twitched. She didn’t argue.

They worked together in silence for a minute. Or rather—Jane worked. Nellie just made it look like she was working, all the while watching the way Jane’s body betrayed her.

The next contraction came harder. Jane stopped mid-reach and doubled over the table, hands flat, forehead resting against her wrists. This time, the sound escaped her—a low, involuntary groan, deep from the belly.

Nellie moved behind her, one hand resting between Jane’s shoulder blades. Not to press—just to be there.

“You’re starting to bear down without meaning to,” Nellie said gently.

“I am meaning to,” Jane said, voice muffled against her arms. “I just don’t want you pointing it out.”

Nellie grinned. “Fair enough.”

Jane turned her head to the side, eyes shining with effort. “I’ve still got the stairs to scrub.”

“Then we’ll scrub them together, with the afterbirth if we must.”

That pulled a laugh from her—a tired, watery one—but it seemed to help. She stood again, shakily this time.

“I don’t want to lie down,” she said. “Not yet.”

“Then you won’t. But we’re done with pretending, Jane. This baby’s coming whether the sheets are folded or not.”

Jane nodded slowly. Her face softened. The grit remained, but now it was laced with acceptance. She leaned into Nellie, and Nellie helped her step out of her petticoat and over to the wooden stool by the hearth. The fire crackled beside them, bright and small.

Knees wide, toes curling against the floor, Jane sat heavily, both hands gripping the sides. Nellie crouched between her legs.

“Ready when you are,” she said.

“I’ve been ready for a week,” Jane muttered, bearing down with a full-bodied grunt.

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A while ago, someone was talking about there being a good birth scene happening in a new film We Live In Time. I’ve found some clips on YouTube but it’s not the full thing… anyone know where I could watch (or does anyone have this clip saved)? Thank you muchly