#birth fiction

[birthedstars]

“The Duchy”

Birth Parlors are an extremely exclusive, and extremely underground business that have begun cropping up due to this advance in technology. There were little to no limits as to what could happen here…as long as you had the money. A patron could spend millions on customization in a single night on a single labor & birth experience or even a full package Impregnation experience. The amount of money this business made was unprecedented for such a taboo.

“The Duchy” was one of the most popular and untouchable Parlors in the business. As long as there were no bodies to bury, the doors stayed open and workers stayed employed.

Millie, A petite woman with pale skin and red hair, cries out in her room. She was a newer worker here and this was her first labor and birth. Her large belly quivers as her patron raises the intensity of the orgasm function on his remote.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" She said as she felt the pressure build in the base of her belly.

The man stroked his cock at the sight of the woman riding a dildo. "Yeah, pop for me, cmon!"

He specifically ordered to see an orgasmic labor and popping. That much Millie knew. Afterwards, a quick birth that he'd paid extra for Millie not to know about. Her entire body shook as she came and her waters burst around the thick dildo. She grasped her bump as it contracted hard.

“I-is there anything else you need sir?” Millie asked.

“Nah, part two is already starting,” the man groaned as he rubbed his cock.

Millie was about to ask what he meant, but a severe contraction took hold of her body. Her baby shot through her cervix as fast as lightning. Millie cried out and desperately hopped off the dildo, falling onto the room's couch. Instinctively, the young mother began pushing down on her unexpectedly fast coming baby.

“What did you order!” Millie shrieked as the big head forced open her tight pussy. Her whole body shook as the heavy babe spread her wide to the point she'd feel like she was going to tear.

Her pussy lips were drawn tightly around the head. The man smiled and jerked his cock as her labia strained to stay together. This is exactly what he'd paid millions for.

Kelcie, a more experienced birther next door, was groaning under the strain of labor and the need to cum.

Her body wasn't her own at this moment. It was this woman's, who rubbed her tits and throbbing clit endlessly.

“Let me give birth already,” Kelcie moaned softly. Her birth had been stalled at full crown for nearly an hour. Her affluent patron had her strapped up in a harness, legs spread and arms overhead for at least double that.

The woman caressed Kelcie's bump and tits hungrily with one hand and her fingers twisting Kelcies clit with the other.

“We still have so much time left, I want to savor you more,” the woman whispered.

Kelcie just let her head roll back and bear the brunt of the pain burning her pussy. Fluid squirted onto the ground around the big head. This wasn't the first time she had a birth stall, but god did she wish they'd turn off the pressure and pain sensitivity because it was maddening to push with no progress.

In a few rooms over, a group of white collar business men were hazing their new underling.

“We do this with all of the newbies, just gotta pump her full and enjoy the show,” one of the older guys said.

The young man stepped toward Zora, with his cock tenting through the zipper of his pants. Tense, he slowly thrusted his dick into Zora. His face scrunched as he felt her tight canal around him.

Zora trembled as the young man thrusted into her. It had to have been his first time with how hard he was trying not to cum within his first few thrusts. But it was no use, he came in huge, clearly pent up bursts of cum.

Zora had been pregnant before working at “The Duchy”, but she’d never experienced what was about to happen as the young man's seed took.

Her stomach bubbled, then began to swell. Swiftly and suddenly she felt her flat stomach rapidly grow from a pouch just below the navel to a giant round belly with a poked out belly button.

Zora's nails dug into the bed as the weight crashed onto her barely prepared body that still leaked cum. She gasped as her tits strained and leaked against her lingerie. Her legs flared out as the babe dropped into her pelvis. She groaned as her bump subtly twinged and movement fluttered beneath her palm.

Then, she felt a familiar pressure in the base of her taut stomach. Her stomach seized against her and then her waters burst onto the linen. Before she could process it, a huge head drove through her cervix.

“Too fast, too fast!” Zora shrieked.

As she cried out in pain, pushing on her rapidly grown baby, the salarymen jacked their dicks off at the sight of her. She pulled her legs back as the young man's baby quickly spread her pussy to a full crown. The burn encompassed her entire lower half.

Her back arched, poking her huge belly in the air. Zora shrieked as the huge babe popped out of her pussy in a rush of fluid. She fell into a heap on the bed, panting. The afterbirth didn't even have a chance to come out before the men started laughing and chatting again.The men then pushed another newbie forward.

In the basement, a large scale birth show was occurring. Dozens of patrons filled the seats, cheering and hollering as their entertainment spread their pussy wide for them.

Alex grasped their hands around the pole with a fully crowned head between their legs. Their low hanging belly, still full with three more babies, swayed stiffly as they bore down and sensually rotated their hips. They moaned in a showy manner despite their body dripping with sweat.

The patrons whistled as the quadruplet carrier slid up and down the pole. They pleasured themselves as fluid squirted around the shoulders and Alex moaned over the crowds clamoring. Their belly twisted and released in repetition until their first baby fell out of them, onto the cushioned floor of the stage.

The crowd shouted in celebration.

Alex's hand shot straight to their bump as one of the The Duchy employees gathered the child. The second baby was ready to make its rapid descent.

“Oh god, the second baby is comiiing!” Alex moaned into their mic. They slid down the pole and got onto their hands and knees. Their huge belly grazed the ground as they shook their ass. Soon after their waters burst for the second time in the night, making the crowd go wild.

Riley, “The Duchy"s owner watched from the box booth above the amphitheater as she rubbed her own swelling twin belly. She could hardly bear watching her beautiful workers have all of the fun. This was how she made her money and she wouldn't have it any other way.

But, she definitely needed to add some more new hands to the roster. People were becoming insatiable for new content. Time for a recruitment rally.

[shhhsecretsideblog]

No Time To Hide

This was something I wrote for an Imagine You’re Pregnant prompt, original post here. Thought I’d make a side blog and post it here as well cos I really enjoyed writing this and might be tempted to write more birth fics

Eva opened the wooden window of her small cottage, letting the cool autumn air whip through her hair. The smell of woodland and damp grass filled her nostrils as she took a long, calming breath.

Describing herself as a green witch, Eva loved her little cottage hidden away from everyone deep within the rich forest. Coven life was never something that appealed to her; the idea of being constantly surrounded by other witches, their opinions and their magic, was torture for Eva. She much preferred her own company, free to live her life the way she wanted. Free to use her own style of magic, without the distraction or judgement of others. It was why she decided to live here in the heart of the forest. There was a river that flowed through the centre of the woodland, the ancient trees stood tall around her home, and the forest floor was packed with all manner of plant life. It was perfect; just her, the elements and Mother Nature.

Despite her preference of living alone, as time passed Eva began to yearn for something… it wasn’t romance or friendship, but the idea of a child. Children were never something she had considered, but as she grew older Eva had begun to see the benefit of having children. Someone to pass all her knowledge and wisdom to, someone to love and care for and share all that she’d learnt. She wanted to pass on this way of living, to create a legacy.

A few months ago, nine to be exact, she enchanted a local townsman - not that he would ever remember it. And now here she was, rocking side to side and cradling the underneath of her heavily pregnant stomach, preparing herself as birth drew near.

The cramps had started yesterday afternoon, small and barely noticeable at first. Eva had been terribly uncomfortable these last few weeks, suffering constant aches and twinges, so she did not immediately give them any thought. However when they got sharper and more frequent, forcing her to pause whatever she was doing, they soon got her full attention.

Not knowing how long this could take but knowing she would eventually lose mobily as her labour progressed, she collected all her preparations and got the supplies ready. Blankets, towels, sterilised medical equipment, all within easy reach in the main living room. Snacks and drinks lay available on the coffee table and a pot of hot water sat by the open fire keeping a constant warm temperature.

“Mmmnnngghhhhh” Eva moaned deeply as the latest wave peaked. She leaned forward resting her elbows on the window sill, jutting her hips back and swaying them slightly. The baby was low and heavy in her pelvis, the head pressing downwards as her body slowly opened up.

When the latest pain had eased Eva straightened and looked down at her swollen stomach, speaking lovingly towards her unborn babe. “You’re really coming aren’t you little one? I’ve not done this before so please take it easy on me.” Her child responded with a gentle kick prompting the witch to smile.

Over the next few hours Eva got into a good rhythm riding out the contractions, each one hitting sooner than the last and with incrementally more vigour. She paced, rocked, squatted, kneeled, trying to find any comfortable position to ride out the waves. Her low and heavy stomach made moving from position to position cumbersome; one hand staying on her bump or her lower back at any given time, while the other kept her supported on whatever furniture or surface was nearby.

As the contractions ramped up, creeping steadily towards unbearable, the witch’s teeth clenched tight and she growled behind them. Three minutes apart. Holding on to the back of her armchair Eva lowered herself into a deep squat. Sweat covered every inch of her body, her thin linen dress and underwear clinging to every curve of her fertile frame.

Her hips were in agony, the pressure building. She opened her mouth to wail but no sound came out, shocked into silence by a sudden burst between her open thighs. Immediately the pressure eased and Eva could catch her breath again. The wooden floor below her feet was soaked; her waters had broken.

“Oooooooh okay- We’re getting so close- Are you ready to come out now baby? I cannot wait to meet you.”

Eva stood up, cradling the curve of her spasming bump. Her bare feet stepped ungainly out of the puddle on the floor and she quickly threw a tea towel down to soak up the worst of it.

“It’s just you and me, little one. We can do this.” Eva reassured herself, rubbing circles around her swell, preparing for the intensity to soar now her waters had gone.

However, before the next contraction could strike the witch startled at the sudden loud interruption of ringing bells. Rapid and urgent, the piercing chimes echoed all around her cottage, howling through every room.

Witch hunter!

The enchantments set up around her hidden home in the forest hadn’t gone off in decades - she had almost forgotten the wards were still in place. And yet the incessant ringing immediately chilled her to her very bones, suddenly haunting her with long forgotten memories of the brutal murders of her fellow witches.

Her stomach clenched with a new, different sensation - fear. At any other time Eva would arm herself with weapons and potions and storm outside on the offence, making sure to take down her enemy before he had the opportunity to strike. But now… the pressing weight in her hips and the constant aching of her contracting womb showed she was in no position to attack, or even defend herself, if put up against a murderous witch hunter.

She had to get out of here. The warning bells throughout her home would soon reach the ears of the witch hunter and then he would beeline straight to her hidden sanctuary. She needed to find somewhere else to hide.

Distracted by the chimes, Eva was unprepared for the next contraction when it ripped across her body, rooting her to the spot. She doubled over in pain, palms planted firmly on her thighs.

“Unnnhhhhhhhhhhhh no-no-no-no……” she whimpered through strained breaths as the pain skyrocketed and her belly hardened. Panting heavily the witch ignored growing desire to bear down. Her waters had broken, she was probably almost fully dilated, if not already. But she couldn’t stay here. If she stayed, both her and her child would certainly be killed. She had to leave and find somewhere safe to deliver this baby.

After what felt like an eternity, the contraction finally faded and she bolted straight out the back door of her cottage, leaving barefoot with nothing but the clothes on her back. She had wasted precious minutes since the warning alarm riding out that last pain - she couldn’t afford to waste any more time gathering supplies to take with her. Eva took off as quickly as she could, disappearing deep into the lush green forest.

She barely got out of sight behind the first set of oak trees before another contraction was already upon her. Two minutes apart. Leaning against the rough bark of the nearest tree, Eva squeezed her eyes shut and tried hard to swallow the whimper creeping out her throat. The unbearable pressure was demanding in its silent request and her knees trembled with the effort of ignoring it. The baby was so heavy, and dangerously low. Feeling like it would just fall out if she took a step too wide. Yet she remained strong, persevering and weathering the storm in her uterus, determined to keep this baby inside of her until she got somewhere safe.

The second the pain let up an inch the witch was on the move again running as fast as she could across the forest floor. Over ferns and moss, rocks and fallen branches, thankfully the hardened soles of her bare feet were used to the uneven terrain. She made sure to keep off the main footpath and stayed hidden within the dense trees, but it made for more of an obstacle course than she’d like. With added weight of her labouring belly she couldn’t move at speed and on a few occasions nearly lost her balance. But deeper and deeper into the forest she went.

The trees became her allies, providing cover and support when she was forced to stop with each new powerful contraction… 90 seconds apart... 60 seconds apart. A large, ancient willow tree with an unusually curved trunk was the latest comrade in her fight for survival. Eva had pitched herself within the alcove of the trunk, out of sight and leaning back against the bark, lifting the weight of her hardened stomach with both hands. The long hanging branches brushed the forest floor in a circle around her position, hiding the witch behind a nature-made curtain.

“Grnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Eva could no longer hold in the animalistic sounds of her extremely advanced labour. The baby was right there, nestled deep in her widened cervix, desperate to be born.

“Nooooooooo-please-baby-wait-a-bit-moreeeeeee-” she begged through gritted teeth. The next contraction started before the current had even finished and the need to push was too powerful to refrain. Knees bending and thighs widening, Eva’s body pushed of its own accord.

It felt right, pushing. It was what she was meant to be doing - to follow nature's primal instinct. And yet she couldn’t forget the very real threat of the witch hunter, still hidden somewhere in this forest, poised and primed to kill her.

The fierce contraction continued to hold her hostage. A long grunt escaped her mouth as her body pushed along with the pain.

“I can hear you, witch!” A gravelled voice taunted from across the thick forest.

Eva’s eyes widened and immediately clamped her mouth shut, biting her lips together drawing blood. Half squatting against the tree, every muscle in her body continued to strain as it forced the baby lower and lower and lower. She couldn’t stop pushing even if she tried. One of the hands cradling her stomach shakily ventured south, lifting up her dress and feeling between her legs. Through the thin damp fabric of her underwear she could feel the baby’s head begin to enter the world.

She panted silently, tears streaming down her cheeks. The forest stretched out for miles, completely uninhabited in all directions; she was all alone. There was nowhere to go and no one to help. Heavily pregnant, being hunted, and seconds away from birthing this child.

A loud snap of wood echoed from a few metres away. Eva suddenly bolted like a startled deer, consumed entirely by fear and survival, and disappeared again into the thickened wood. She ran, wide legged, the heavy boulder of a baby’s head deep in her pelvis screaming to be born. Push! Her body cried out. Stop running and PUSH!

But she couldn’t. If she stopped she’d be dead.

Another contraction ripped through her as she ran. 30 seconds apart. Her muscles tensed and squeezed as she ran, her body trying to force the baby out despite the mother’s desire to hold on a bit longer. She could barely stay upright, the raw adrenaline no longer enough to keep this birth at bay. Her legs became jelly, all she could feel was pain and pressure and fear. Eva faltered, she couldn’t go any further. Out in the open she planted her hands against the nearest tree, widening her stance, and pushed. Hard.

“Mnnnnnnnrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!”

More of her baby’s head began to appear behind the fabric of her tight underwear.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh-Hecateeeeeeeeeeee!” she whimpered, praying to the deity.

Her baby was close to fully crowning, she could feel it. The white hot agony of being widened and stretched beyond anything she imagined made her eyes water and throat nauseous. She retched, a dry heave, and desperately tried to catch a breath through the dual need to push and the sudden urge to vomit. The texture of the rough bark beneath her palms was the only thing keeping the witch semi-grounded and preventing her getting swept away in the overwhelming sensations currently tearing her body apart. Still bracing the tree, Eva’s head dipped as she took slow deep breaths, ignoring the instinct to push in order to ride out the sudden nausea.

An ominous whistling sound drifted through the trees carried on the wind. Eva could barely hear it over the thundering beating of her heart, that is until she heard:

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” The voice sang.

The witch hunter was close. But so was her baby... Eva felt between her legs again to evaluate just how bad her situation was. It was bad. Her underwear was stretched beyond repair as it housed a significant portion of her baby’s head, filling her cupped palm. Ignoring all the pain and her body’s pleas to push, she panted heavily and tried to think! She needed a plan to survive.

The witch hunter had physical strength, yes, but he did not know these woods like Eva did. This was her home, her sanctuary, and she knew every inch like the back of her hand. Beyond her laboured breaths and the unnerving whistling of the approaching witch hunter, Eva registered another sound nearby - the swooshing sound of running water. The river - she was by the river!

Lifting her head the witch frantically scanned the surrounding area, getting her bearings of where she’d ended up within the woodland. She was a few hundred yards from the river’s edge, about a mile from her cottage. It wasn’t an area she often visited because of…. That’s it! Okay, it wasn’t a great plan, and there was no way to know if it would work, but it was her only shot of survival.

She took a steadying breath through the current contraction squeezing her womb, fighting once more against the primal need to push. The baby’s head filled her underwear, millimetres from a full crown. If she pushed again there was no way she’d be able to stop until the head was fully born.

Whimpering through the pain Eva stood up straight, one hand staying between her legs, and she prepared herself to move. Just get to the river. She told herself before making her way unsteadily east.

The sound of rushing water grew louder as she stumbled slowly through the forest. One step. Another step. Nearly there. She knew exactly where to go, and where to avoid, desperately trying to stay focussed on her surroundings and not succumb to the agonising pain crowning between her thighs. Keep going.

“You can’t escape me, witch!” The voice threatened, getting closer.

Eva stumbled into the side of a tree, her bare shoulder scraping against the bark. Pausing, she took a brief moment to breathe through the pain. It was a mistake. The second she stopped to inhale deeply her body started bearing down again, forcing the baby down. Immediately the head came to a full crown in her damp underwear and she screamed.

“WITCH!” The murderous voice roared.

Eva turned and saw a flash of black leather through the distant trees, and it was coming her way. Cupping the baby’s head she tentatively wobbled forwards, knees trembling, staggering towards the riverbank. The blinding pain was constant, her eyes barely focussing. She had to make it to the exact right spot or her plan would certainly fail. Her footsteps were shaky but determined as she continued the last few carefully placed steps in her journey. Behind her the crunching sound of a disturbed forest floor drew ever closer.

Reaching the river’s edge Eva collapsed against the large boulder that sat on the grassy bank. She made it. Turning around against the stone, the cold granite pressed against her back as she faced the woods and waited for the imminent arrival of the witch hunter. But the baby’s head inched lower, her body stretched to its absolute limit. She wanted to cry, to howl, to scream. Instead she focussed inward, drawing on all the power from the earth under her feet, and taking a deep breath she finally, and intentionally, followed her body’s demands. Teeth gritted, a growl behind them, she pushed with everything she had. Her whole body trembled, bearing down against the pressure of the large round head slowly appearing between her thighs. The ears… a nose… she could feel it all. Her hands frantically scrambled under her dress and within seconds the baby’s head popped out into her underwear and she cupped it quickly within her palm. The relief was instant and for a brief moment Eva’s heart calmed as she held her child’s newly born crown.

The witch’s reprieve was short-lived as the approaching footsteps from behind one of the nearby trees resulted in another person soon entering the river's edge. The witch hunter was dark haired, full beard, but was not as athletic as Eva was expecting. There was sweat glistening on his temple and dripping down his neck, disappearing beneath a thick leather jacket. His mouth practically drooled at the sight of her and he gripped the long hunting knife in his hand. The lust for her death was haunting.

“At last… you’ve given it a good go, I’ll give you that, but you cannot escape your fate.” The man said as he took a step towards her, threateningly swishing the knife in readiness. “You are an abomination, evil incarnate. Witchcraft has no place here. My family has been taking your lot out for centuries. And it looks like I get the honour of not only killing you… but the next generation as well.” He glared at her pregnant swell.

“No- no! This- this child is innocent…” Eva panted, still holding the head of her half-born babe hidden under the draped fabric of her dress.

The witch hunter scoffed and took another two ominous steps in her direction through the fallen autumn leaves. Eva watched each step with a laser focus.

“No descendant of a witch is truly innocent.” He drawled, tilting his head with an unnerving animalistic incline. “Wickedness will run through its veins, there is no saving its soul.”

Eva couldn’t take her eyes off his feet, watching every step he took. She chose this location for a reason, knowing she needed to end up exactly here by the rivers edge - dangerously using herself as bait. His heavy boots crunched through the orange leaves, sauntering slowly towards her like he was toying with his prey. So close. Her heart stopped, breath held as Eva prayed to all the Goddesses for her plan to work. Then whoosh!

The witch hunter was suddenly hoisted in the air by his foot, caught in a primitive trap laid here many years ago by the previous inhabitants of these woods, whom were long dead and forgotten. The man roared as he was pulled sharply towards the sky, his arms flailing, the hunting knife falling from his hand in his shock.

Eva exhaled heavily and closed her eyes in pure relief. The steady thumping of heart pulsed around her body, beating once more now the immediate threat disappeared. The man yelled and shouted at her as he hung limply from the tree, but the sound barely registered with the witch. Her senses had been overtaken by the sudden movement of the baby, turning inside her, and an all too familiar urgent weight pressing down signalling her work was not yet over.

Eva tried to move but she was too far gone, too deep in labour, every muscle seemingly locked in position. “Unhhhhhhhh Hecate….. mnnnggghhhhh the baby- the baby is comingg…..” she whimpered, the pain splitting her in half as she was stretched once more with the baby’s shoulders. All her bodyweight was pressed back against the boulder, and she managed to sink towards the ground. Squatting deeply, her large rounded stomach rested heavily between her thighs.

“Ohhhh it’s coming…. I- need… mnghhhhhhhh I’ve got to… got to pushh...”

She ripped off her underwear as the next contraction started, freeing the baby’s head from the confines of the damp linen. With both hands ready to catch, the witch pushed with renewed determination. “Urghhhhhhhhhhhh!” One shoulder was out! Then the next shoulder. She took a breath, panting, holding the child dangling from her body. Eva became suddenly hyper-aware of the breeze and leaves, the nearby river and the crisp autumn air, all the elements surrounding them which her child was now being born directly into. Trembling, she beared down fiercely once more and within another few minutes a newly born witch entered the world.

Eva sobbed with relief, quickly pulling her daughter up over her stomach and placing her against her chest. The infant made a soft gurgling sound, her first breath, and then started to cry. To a new mother it was the most beautiful and reassuring sound in the world.

“Disgusting…. Filthy little vermin.” The witch hunter sneered with venom.

Eva had forgotten her audience and looked up with hatred at the man still swinging upside down from the tree. She held her baby tight and secure against her skin, as if shielding the child from the mere sight of him.

“You should drown that thing in the river.” He spat.

Red, blinding fury overwhelmed the new mother. With the pain gone and her baby safe in arms, pure fury raced through every pore of the witch’s body, consuming every atom of her being. Rising slowly, babe still clutched in hand, Eva approached the hanging man with eyes glowing with revenge.

“When I get free, I'm gonna enjoy splitting you from ear to ear!” He roared.

Her head tilted in observation watching the man’s disgusting arrogance in his determination to kill her despite still struggling against the rope binding his leg. Apparently unaware his threats were idle and his attempts to escape the trap were futile.

The witch bent down carefully to pick up the large silver blade that had fallen amongst the browning leaves. The man didn’t see the new mother pick up his weapon, and didn't notice the switch when the hunted became the hunter. Eva stalked silently, murderously towards the hanging man.

Before he could open his mouth to mock or belittle or challenge her, Eva’s hand swished past his vision in a flash, the blade gliding through the witch hunter's throat like a knife through butter. The man’s eyes widened, taking a heartbeat to register what just happened, before the cascade of blood erupted from the open wound and he began to choke and splutter.

Eva dropped the knife.

Delicately readjusting and shhhing the newborn cradled in her arm, she took one final look and started their journey back to the cottage. Eva found comfort in the sounds of the forest; of the flowing river, the whistle of a breeze, and the drip drip dripping of her enemies blood now pooling onto the forest floor.

[cyankeiya]

Birth on the couch

Words: 2.3K+

Tags: transmasc birth, waterbreaking, labor, unassisted birth, T4T couple

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The weather outside was terrible. A heavy rainstorm made it almost impossible to drive anywhere. She doesn’t complain, in fact she fucking loves it when she gets to spend a whole day at home with her heavily pregnant boyfriend. 

The 22 year-couple was cuddling quietly with a blanket over them on their living room couch. He could feel contractions coming on when he was cuddling quietly with his girlfriend. He’d been overdue for a couple days now, and had been having contractions for that time. Right now, those contractions were coming in closer to each other now, around maybe 10 minutes apart. He wanted to tell her, but the way she had her arms around him warmly in the calm silence of the room while it was raining hard outside, he didn’t want to have to interrupt this moment of peaceful intimacy.

The laboring man groaned under his breath in response to the cramping pains. The woman opened her eyes and looked at her boyfriend.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah…just a cramp.” He said. He kept his breathing soft and slow through the contractions passing over him and shifted his hips to ease some of the pressure accumulating. While he was focusing on his breathing, he could still sort of hear the thunder rumbling outside in the distance. He looked back at his girlfriend, whose arms were still around him, eyes closed and resting her head against his own. In his mind, he was hoping these were false contractions that would pass shortly. 

His thoughts were proven wrong, and suddenly interrupted by a strong contraction. He felt pressure intensify in his pelvis, followed by a gush of fluid soaking his pants. Shit, his water was breaking.The intense pain caused him to let out a louder groan which alerted his partner. She opened her eyes and lifted her head to turn to him, whose eyes were shut from the pain. 

“Babe? Are you sure you’re alright?” She asked, concerned. 

He groaned out, leaning his head further into his girlfriend’s shoulder. He pulled the blanket off of himself to reveal his big belly, as well as the the soaked stain which formed on the couch cushion underneath his pants. 

Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, you’re in labor?” She gasped. 

“I’m sorry…I thought it was just contractions, then…” He shook his head. He felt another contraction, the pressure becoming very immense in his pelvis, and he shut his eyes and grabbed his belly in response. “Oh god, it’s coming…!” 

“Hey, hey,” She cupped her partner’s cheek. “I’m here. Tell me what you need.” 

“I need you.” He whispered through a huff of pain. He gripped at her forearm desperately. “Please don’t leave me.” 

“I’m here, baby. I got you.” She assured him, hugging her laboring boyfriend closer. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

They pressed their foreheads to each other’s and breathed together. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s shoulders. He leaned his back against the couch pillows, pulling her with him and letting her lean over his body. He quickly stripped himself of his soaked pants and returned to sinking himself into his partner’s embrace. Soft whimpers escaped his lips as he could feel another contraction coming on. She kept a hand at the side of his belly under his shirt, gently rubbing massaging circles against the taut skin of his bump.

“You're doing incredible, baby.” She sighed, looking lovingly into her boyfriend's eyes.

“It fucking hurts.” He huffed through his gritted teeth. 

“I know, I know.” She gently kissed his sweating forehead. “You have me here with you.”

“I love you,” He breathed. 

“I love you too.” 

They pressed their lips together into a soft kiss. Then a few more kisses before they pulled away slowly to catch their breaths.

“Do you need me to call the midwife?” She asked. Hearing the thunder and heavy rain outside, He shook his head in response.

“I don’t think I can wait for her. Especially with the storm outside it’s not worth the trouble of making her drive here.” He said. From where he was laying, he observed out the glass window it was dark out and pouring hard outside with some lightning flashing. He put a hand on his hardened belly and looked back at his partner. “I’m sorry…I gotta push now.” He shut his eyes briefly and grunted at another contraction. “If it’s not too much for you to do, help me push this baby out. Please.”

She rubbed her partner’s aching belly gently. The couple had been seeing the midwife since they found out they were expecting. They’d been discussing birth options for him, one of them being a home birth either with or without the midwife’s assistance. She couldn’t deny she was nervous at the idea of having her boyfriend give birth at home without a midwife. But she loved him, and she had done enough research during the pregnancy journey to have a good idea of what to do once he got to this stage in labor. Seeing her partner in pain like this, urgent to give birth, she didn’t want to turn down what he was asking of her. He needed her, here and now.

“It’s not too much for me, honey.” She assured him. She grinned and nuzzled her face into his neck. “We’re gonna have a baby.” She whispered and let out a small laugh of excitement. 

“We are.” He smiled back. “Thank you. I love you so much.” 

“I love you.” She nodded and kissed his sweaty forehead. “So, so much.” 

“You think you can get a towel?” He asked. He didn't want to stain the couch more than he already did when his water broke.

“Yeah, and I’ll get some other stuff too. I’ll be quick,” She said and rushed to the laundry room to grab a towel. She grabbed an additional washcloth and a basin which she filled with water. She then went to the windows to close the blinds and curtains completely to help her boyfriend feel safe and less stressed with the crazy storm outside. She quickly returned back to her partner and placed the towel over the cushions where he was resting, then propped up the pillows on the couch so he could rest more comfortably. She returned to holding her laboring partner close as he endured more intense contractions as he was anticipating delivery very soon. 

She dipped the washcloth in the water and pressed it to his forehead to cool him. 

“Thank you, baby.” He said. 

“You need water?” She asked.

“Sure, yeah.” 

She grabbed the bottle of water on the coffee table and opened it. She lifted the bottle to his lips, and he took a sip. She lay back down with her partner, smoothing her hand gently over his large, uncomfortable belly, feeling their baby’s movements in his palm. She smiled and leaned over to kiss his bump. “Hi there. Mommy’s here. We can’t wait to meet you.” She whispered to their soon-to-be born baby. 

He smiled. He ran his fingers through his girlfriend’s hair as she rested her head on his stomach. He could feel another strong contraction coming on, and he gestured to her to lift his head up and lay right beside him to hold him tighter. She pressed her forehead to his, placing her hand at the side of his head.

He whimpered another cramping pain, desperate and clinging tightly to his partner. His breathing became shallow and quick as the pain of the contraction was still passing over him.

“Breathe,” She spoke softly. She brushed his locks with her fingers. He kept his focus on her eyes gazing softly at him, and he blew out slow breaths accordingly, trying to relax himself. 

“Breathe easy. You’re doing so good.” She continued.

“How much longer until I can push?” 

She checked his opening, and saw he wasn’t quite ready yet. “You’re almost there, baby, you’re at 8cm.”

He threw his head back into the pillow in agony.

“I know, I know.” She said, rubbing her labored partner’s belly with her palm again. “You’re so close.” 

“I know…” His eyes grew tired. “I just want my baby.” 

She nodded. “I want to meet ‘em too.” 

Once her boyfriend was fully dilated at 10cm, she had him spread his legs on the couch and pull them up to his sides. Finally, he thought. She crouched in front of him on the couch.

“You ready?” She asked.

“Yeah, I need this baby out of me,” He breathed. He smoothed his hand over his belly, then he looked back up at her. “But…are you ready?” 

Her heart was pumping fast. She wanted to do this right, to make sure he and the baby would be okay. “I just don’t want to screw this up.” 

“You won’t.” He assured him. “I trust you.” 

She nodded and held out his hand for him to grab onto. “Okay, when you have another contraction, start pushing.” She instructed.  

He groaned out as he pushed. It was a slow, hard first push. He gripped at the sheets with the hand that wasn’t holding her’s, and let out a gasping cry as he released from the force he exerted. “That was good, honey. Keep going.” She said. His contractions were very close to each other now. He couldn’t hold back from pushing almost nonstop through the tightening cramps. She wiped her struggling partner’s forehead with the soaked washcloth. 

“Can you see anything yet?” He panted.

“I see a head, and some hair.” 

“Okay, okay.” He breathed. He had another contraction, which signaled him to push again. He breathed his baby towards his birth canal, he could feel his thighs strain as he pushed through the intense pressure accumulating. She encouraged him as she held one hand out under where the baby’s entire head was leaving his body. Meanwhile, her other hand held her boyfriend’s hand in a tight grip. 

He started sobbing softly as he came down from the last hard push. He was so tired, sore, and drenched in sweat. He looked down and saw that there wasn’t a whole lot of progress made after minutes since he’d managed to push the head out, which made him more upset and succumb more to the agonizing pain. “I can’t do this, I can’t…” He shook his head. God, he sounded so desperate it was pitiful, he couldn’t help but wince at himself. 

She sighed with worry. She cupped her laboring boyfriend’s cheek and wiped his tears with her thumb. “Do you need to change positions?” 

“I don’t know…I’m so tired…” He panted. 

“You can rest for a bit. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.” She rubbed his arm. “You’re in control here.” 

He didn’t speak, he spent a brief moment catching his breath and contemplating what he'd like to do next for this part of the delivery. “I can…get up and squat.” He said.

“I’ll help you up then.” She pulled his hand, guiding his body upwards to a squatting position. He slumped his body against her chest due to the baby weighing his pelvis down in this new upright position. 

“Ohhh that hurt…” He whimpered, holding his hand under his gravid belly. “God, this baby’s heavy.” 

“Hold onto me.” She continued and gestured for him to wrap his arms around her. She held his hands at his heaving belly for support. “Push when you have another contraction. Breathe through it.” 

He breathed and pushed through each contraction. He angled his hips when he needed to make sure the baby would slide out more smoothly. He continued to groan loudly through each exertion of force. She watched him intently and held him close to her body. She did what she could to relax and comfort him by kissing him and whispering to him sweet words of praise and encouragement. With struggle, he finally managed to push the baby’s shoulders out. 

“Oh god, hooooohhhhhh fuck…” He blew out a few huffs of breath in a state of overwhelm. He buried his head into his girlfriend’s chest and hugged her tighter, trying to stabilize himself on his squatted, trembling legs. 

“Easy, easy.” She said, rubbing his back. “You pushed the shoulders. That was so good, you’re doing so good.” She encouraged him. “You’re so, so amazing.” 

He laughed through a heavy, tired breath. “How are you so good at this?” he asked.

“I try. Anything for you.” She chuckled.

He looked down underneath himself to see his progress. The baby was out almost halfway. The man was so exhausted and sweaty, god, he felt so gross. In these next few moments of hard pushing, he let himself cry louder, even as much as to bite at the fabric of his girlfriend's shirt.

“Push, you’re almost there.” She said. She had an arm around her partner tight, while another held his hand out underneath him where the baby had exited halfway. 

“Get it out…FUCK!!” He exclaimed. 

“I got you,” She assured him. “I love you so much, baby. Keep going, you can do this.” 

With that, he pressed his hands to his thighs, yelling out as he gave a hard push into her hand, which was gently holding the baby’s head. The baby was almost free from his body.

“That’s it…keep pushing…you’re almost there…” She exclaimed. “PUSH!!” 

He cried out for her and gripped at the back of her shirt through this last, final hard push until he felt the baby completely freed from his body followed by a gush of fluid. His shut eyes opened to see the squirming, wailing newborn held in her hands. 

“You did it, honey,” She gasped. “Our baby's here.”

Their baby was born perfectly healthy. The sight made her father sob uncontrollably. 

“There you are,” He sighed. His girlfriend placed the baby into his arms to hold close to his chest. “Thank you…” He laughed through tears of joy, relief, and gratitude for his partner. He looked back up at her, and saw tears welling up in her eyes. 

With her arm, she brought her boyfriend very close to her, with their new baby held between their chests. The woman pressed a soft kiss to her man’s forehead. “Thank you,” She smiled back. 

[dageroll]

Imagine you’re crowning and you just keep crying and whining, saying things like “I can’t do this”, “It’s not coming out”, “It’s too big”, “I’m gonna die” and then, to shut you up, a hot dommy mommy presses your face into her tits so you’re forced to stop complaining and just start pushing.

Obsessed with this rn.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Can you do a story where a heavily pregnant woman with twins experiencing an orgasmic birth with a lot of squirting going on. Her husband finds it hot and begin to jerk off to her silently and cumming in his pants 🥵

I can try, hopefully it meets your expectations.

Ecstacy Waves

Tw: 18+ only, no minors allowed here.

It was an early morning, cozy and silent with husband and wife slept together in their bed meanwhile Joanne is rudely awoken by pain, she began to moan quietly and began to rub then slowly reach to under her panties.

Her mind ran to pleasure, she rubbed into it pushing in two fingers and softly thrusts up through her canal as she gently caresses in, massaging up while she gasps softly.

Rushing in waves of sensation and pleasure, slowly massaging her tightening womb with each tightening contraction ever making her more ingested in the senses, she moan soft.

Slowly excreting in fluid and semen, all for a taste of her bodily sensitivity and to hasten herself into an ecstatic state, the pressures wavered and rose as her chest expands with each deep gasp of air and each release.

As the moment goes on, her fingers pushing deeper and harder with her reaching a peak pure of ecstacy, an enourmous splash spilled between her thighs with viscous warmth.

Once the baby drops, she taps her husband "Honey, I t- oouhh Yep my waters broken" as then his lifts his head and immediately walks over to the mat and grabs the neccesities.

Supporting up her back, she stands up and waddles her way out into the living room as signals of ecstacy rush to her canal, a tight pressure makes her sensitive body tremble.

As she leans her back onto a wall her breath slow and lustful, massaging her round bump trying to hasten the babies to her will and to pleasure herself as the pierce through her.

She arches her back, her chin onto her chest while moaning as she spreads her legs with lowering rushes of weight closing in, a deep intimate pulse of intense lust washed in.

Lowering her grasp on her belly, she waddles onward to the middle of the room as he walks into the room and lays down a mat onto the floor as she lies into a laid down position.

Slanted and her arms behind her back, she sways her hair as she spreads her legs and begins to groan with harmonius pleasure a contraction wrapped around her and a low grunting slipped her lips.

Her babies we're huge and she was too, a hanging belly and swollen leaking breasts although she enjoyed the sensitivity it had brought for her body, so she savored it.

As she grunted in pleasure, her husband checked her dilation and immediately an abnormal wet hairy bulge expanded her.

He stepped back and watched, she let an enormous moan out and bore down hard, watching in full consumed intimacy a hit instictually made him hard, he reached in.

Holding his shaft as she pushed down in pleasure, exclaming "Oh~ I f- Aahh!~ Ouh" rubbing it down and breathing rough.

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Fifteen or so minutes later, she's crowing pulsating and spilling in fluids with rising pleasured moans, "Ooouuhhh~ Hhhaaa- Glooriousss! It's sooo gooooddd!" As the husband begins roughing up himself.

The head spills out, she bursts in fluids & creamy semen which puddled inbetween, roughing up his shaft & breaths rapid fully intoxicated with conflicting feelings.

As the baby twists and stretches it's head, huffing out in pain and moaning in glorious ecstacy, her head pulled back whilst both shoulders slowly stretch through.

"Auhhh!~ Mnnffhh~ Auuhh it's too much!" pleasure rushed but began to tire her out, shoulder after shoulder and as the chest bursted out and the baby slid out of her.

Exshausted she had a rest, the hormones remained but she couldn't gasp in air nor properly breath, so laid onto her back and pressed both hands into her belly.

Began to squeeze down the baby, the man quietly jerked and moaned as he released creamy fluids all over his crotch, she began moaning again but with struggle.

"Ou- Ahh~ Ha- aahhh! Oh, it's soo BIG!" the second baby was slowly traversing through, whilst he finally noticed her struggling.

He helped out with one hand, carefully he placed it onto her belly and shifted his full strength and weight onto her belly, she had begun to jerk and groan "OoohhHhhh!~ it's BARELY fitting! Uooohhh!" .

She began spewing fluids and semen, the crowning began to process and moved on quickly to a huge spurt of the head, then a panicked wife blabbered "Ow! Somethi- Ah! Hoo- Uwooohhhh~ wrong!".

He jerked and spewed his seed, then slowly sneaking over and saw the shoulder would barely budge, so he helped with one hand, a gentle tug of the head and the arms flew out.

"AAAAAAHHHH!~ Oh, it's bu- ouuhhh~ but I- feel so GLORIOUS! Ouuaaaaahhhhh!~" as the abdomen slipped out and the baby shot onto the father's lap, as the wife exshautedly was trembling and wriggling as the pain came in.

"OUH! SHIT IT'S BURNING, A- CALL THE AMBULANCE OH, F- AAAHHHHHHH!!" a panicked husband grabs his phone, calling whilst he hoped for her safety.

"911 what's your emergency?" he responds "Yeah, my wife just finished a hombirth but somethings wrong, apparently she's feeling burning pain after the labor, please Hurry!"

"Is she bleeding sir?" He turns to see blood pooling from her "Yes! She is! JUST HURRY!"

"Alright sir? Adress and they'll be there in time" responding fast "xx-xxx-xxx xxxx- xxx xxxxx, Please hurry!" as the caller says "They'll be in under 8 minutes! Hold on!".

The ambulance comes and saves the day.

(I'm not that dark, not yet anyways & sorry for being late things have been very busy! Thanks for your patience and thank you so much!)

[realseeno]

The Queen’s Delectation Pt. 1

“I love you my Queen..you are my world..my greatest pride..” Jamie whispered, letting his soft, fair-skinned hands rest on his Queen’s expectant form. He sloped alongside her as she rested in her golden throne, one of his palms gently splayed across her opposite thigh, while the other laid in the crack between her heavy bosom and her overdue belly. He couldn’t stop kissing her tanned belly, his lips pressing again and again, truly worshipping his goddess. She looked down with a smile of pride, her fingers lightly curling his otherwise straight, dirty-blonde hair. Ever since she had been ferried over from the southern kingdom, Prince Jamie’s eyes never left her. Immediately marrying, and soon after finding she was expecting. It was all so fast, yet Prince Jamie ensured his Queen would be comfortable and worshipped in her new home. Replacing the traditional statues of the many gods and goddesses with her, expecting the peasants to worship her fecund, beautiful form. Every statue showing her bloated belly, and clad in nothing except her own skin. He had the best sculptors make them, and paid grand amounts to exactly copy her divine body, down to the smallest detail of her thick, curly bush below. Queen Angelica was beyond delighted, but she kept her demeanor calm and queenly, ensuring Jamie saw her as the stoic, divine woman she was. As the pregnancy progressed her duties became limited, and more time was spent in her throne room with her devoted prince fervently worshipping her beside her throne. She had ushered in a new era of nudity, freeing the people from their constraint of clothing. She almost never wore clothes now, and much to her advantage considering how she had swelled with her unborn. Jamie followed, his young erection constantly pulsing, aiming directly toward his beloved Queen. Pressing needily against the golden throne, the soft flesh of his penis frequently coated in precum. He continued to deliver kiss after kiss to her rotund bump, feeling the small kicks of the product of their love below, reciprocating his devotion after each exchange of touch. His eyes lit up, watching how his lovers belly shifted and changed with each movement. Hearing the soft groan of his Queen, her gentle hand descending and rubbing the side of her belly.

“Are you alright my love?” He quietly prodded, his eyes focusing on her face. Seeing her plump lips wince and her forehead scrunch.

“Y..yes my sweet..the..the little one is just moving quite a bit..” she muttered, downplaying the discomfort. Just gently rubbing her bump over and over, hoping to calm her overdue baby. Meanwhile the Prince took a break from his constant rubs, just watching her belly arch and shift as their child moved. His lips quivering as he saw a small foot push out, the entire shape nearly visible. Accompanied by a soft groan from his Queen. He pushed his lips back, kissing the extended limb. Whispering quietly to his unborn progeny. “Shh little one..your beautiful mother loves you so much..I love you so much..try to be calm for us, okay? Just a little longer..we’re so excited to meet you,” He muttered, a wide smile on his lips as he met his Queen’s eyes, seeing she had the same reaction. Slithering a hand up her side to grasp her palm, their fingers interlacing. He loved her so dearly…he would do anything for her. He brought her hand to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss.

“Shall we descend to your chambers, my love?” He whispered, smiling warmly and feeling his heart beat with passion. His erection straining his body, pressing desperately against the side of the throne. His testicles heavy and in need of relief, forced to wait as his Queen was on a diplomatic mission. He studied her perfect features, his brain lighting up when she gave a small nod and an almost mischievous smile. Soon enough he was helping her up, fighting from pushing into her here and now, and walking her to the chambers while his penis rubbed against her hip. He was a bit shorter, only highlighting her divinity for him. Her beautiful hair done up in a loose bun, and her eyes weary from the increasing lack of sleep due to untimely pee trips. His palm pressed gently against her lower back, already feeling how incredibly tight she was. His other resting on the underside of her massive belly. No matter how much she changed he loved her so much, even more as her curves grew and grew. When they reached the chambers he locked the door behind, ensuring no pesky servants would bother them. Gently laying her back on the silk-clad bed, pushing her up so her entire figure was lying on the cushioned mattress. Putting a few strategic pillows near her head to cushion her achy neck, while removing the rest to give them room. Her legs already spread from the wide gait of pregnancy, he mounted the bed and came between her legs, just watching over her body for a moment. Slowly crawling forward, he sat back on his knees and bent down, offering her untamed bush a warm, tender kiss. Pushing enough so she could feel it in her swollen labia. He loved how natural she looked, and though it was tempting, he moved up. One thing he had in mind, her belly. Carefully straddling the massive bump as he pushed his penis against the widest part of the swell. His balls gently squished between his body and her midsection. He started to thrust slowly, making soft grunts as he bent down to kiss his lovely Queen. Taking her tender cheeks in his hands as he pushed and pushed, already so hard from their foreplay. Her bump was quickly lubricated with his precum, and he felt the more exaggerated, pronounced movement of their unborn. Obvious, extended sensations of the little arms and legs pushing out, the baby still shifting quite a bit with being so far along. Only adding to his pleasure as his scrotum was massaged by the frequent movement. Pushing into a higher mound with his penis when an arm stretched up, or rubbing his sensitive tip particularly around her popped out navel. Feeling extra pleasure from the firm belly button on his penis. Her pleasure was derived from watching him, and she was perfectly fine with it. Her hands resting on his thighs while he humped her gravid belly. Smiling up as she watched his desperation, his soft groans turning into cute, needy moans. Pushing faster, deeper. His heart racing as he neared completion, threatening to explode at any minute. She eagerly anticipated it, but still had the strange feeling of light pains bothering her. Her belly particularly achy, and her hips throbbing. Fighting back more exaggerated winces to keep her Prince content. He was too enthralled to notice her pains, just thrusting away until he finally reached completion. Grasping her shoulders firmly, he let out a louder, shaky moan and came several thick ropes onto her stretched belly. His chest heaving as he made sure every last drop seeped onto her bump, hugging his head to her chest and spurting the rest of his load. Resting against her, breathing in uneven gasps. Slowly calming himself as he recovered, not taking long before he rubbed the seed into her tender skin with his tip, ensuring it would be like a lotion for her beautiful belly. Queen Angelica gently rubbed his back, lying back herself while he did the work. Feeling several hard kicks while he did so, and letting out a soft groan, wincing at the pains. Prince Jamie looked up, his cheeks still a cherry red as he studied his Queen’s beautiful face.

[pregnantbfdiyuri]

Sloppy concept doodles... I thought of this and had to doodle it out a little bit maybe I might make a full fledged comic one day but for now take these doodles. Basically flower runs a fashion boutique and I thought of an idea where one day while Flower's working and greeting customers her water breaks and she starts going into labor behind the counter, trying to have at least a little bit of privacy at the most inconvenient time... It's way too late to go to the hospital cause this baby wants to come out now. Fortunately lollipop is usually there helping her out around the shop so she's there to see her children be born and be there to support flower.

[alkali1]

Cultist volunteers her womb to summon a demon into the world. The other members worship her and serve her every need during the 666 day gestation. It starts out already huge enough to leave her digustingly swollen and bedridden, but it ends up being over twice as big as her by the time she can finally unseal her womb and birth it. After days of struggling and pushing she's only managed to deliver its clawed hands. Even the stretching magic used on her body just isn't powerful enough. The summoners have no choice but to tie the demon's hands with rope, shackle her wrists, and pull in opposite directions until her horribly overstretched cunt finally manages to squeeze the hulking demon out.

[cyankeiya]

Imagine: Birth at night

Word(s): 2.1K+

Tags: 18+ only!! snowstorm weather, pregnant sex, sex-induced labor, explicit birth material, unassisted birth, breastfeeding

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The weather outside is terrible in the middle of January, a heavy snowstorm which made it impossible to drive anywhere. Your husband doesn’t complain, in fact he fucking loves it when he gets to spend a whole day at the house with you, his pregnant spouse. 

It’s early evening, it’s getting dark out. The snow is still falling heavily outside. You and your husband are making out on the couch in the warmth of your home, being all sweet and affectionate and telling the other how much you love one another.

“Babe, please,” You pant between kisses, “Please fuck me.”

“Okay," He says. You quickly strip each other of your clothes and lay back down on the couch. He usually has you laying on your side when you have sex, making sure your back isn’t flat on the bed while you’re still so pregnant.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks. “Are you cold at all?” 

“I’m good, I feel really good.” You nod. You turns to face your husband, cupping his face. His gentle, loving gaze, full of want and love and lust, makes you horny. “Please, babe, get inside me.”

He lifts your thigh, panting hot breaths in your ear as he pumps his cock slowly in and out of you, “Ahh~!” You whine out and you buck your hips back against his front.

“Is this good for you, baby?” He asks.

“Yes, it feels good,” You nod breathlessly, filled with so much need for him. “Harder, babe, harder, please.”

“You’re so gorgeous,” He huffs. His hand lifts your thigh further up so he can thrust himself in a little faster as you want it. Soft moans escape your lips with each slow, gentle thrust of his hips.

You and your husband’s whimpers and moans fill the room. You plead and beg for your husband to fuck you harder, faster. Your cries for him just makes him so horny, and so he gives you what you want, thrusting his cock in as hard and fast as you beg for it, but careful enough that it doesn’t hurt you while you’re still so pregnant. And you feel so good and so comfortable, as you reach closer and closer to climax.

“Ohhhh, I’m gonna come…” You moan.

“I know, baby, me too.” He huffs. “Fuck, I’m gonna come inside you.” 

“Please, ahhhhh~!” You whine out as you come, with your husband groaning in your ear as he’s coming inside of you. You’re so sure that the spurt of his cock is going to impregnate you a second time. 

You both pant heavily, trying to catch your breaths. You struggle to turn your heavily pregnant form around to face your husband, so he reaches his arm out to gently guide you. You’re facing each other now, his hand brushing your hair from your eyes.

“How was that, baby? How are you?” He asks. 

“I’m okay.” You assure. “I’m great. But, fuck, that's gonna put me in labor."

“If your water breaks, I’ll help you out, I promise.” He says. The streets outside are closed, so it wouldn’t be possible to drive to the local hospital. He smiles and cups your face. “I love you.” He speaks softly, kissing your lips. “Love you, honey. Love you so much.” 

“I love you too,” You whisper back. 

…

You started having contractions a couple hours before you were getting ready for bed. You told your husband, who asked if you were possibly going into labor. You said that since your contractions were still far apart at the time, you’d initially thought that you’d get to sleep through it, maybe you'll end up having to possibly give birth sometime tomorrow later in the day. 

No, they’re coming closer with one another. Almost the middle of the night, and it’s no doubt you're in labor. You lean back against the pillows, panting out the contractions as they pass over you. Still up, you look out the window through the blinds which aren’t fully shut. The sky is a dark grey-purple, the air is quiet as the snow continues to fall heavily outside and cover the ground in a thick white blanket.

You then look at your husband, who is asleep next to you. You don’t want to wake him up, but you know you should. Because 1) this is his baby you’re having, and 2) He promised he'd help you with this

Suddenly there’s an immense amount of pressure in your pelvis. You’re hit with a hard contraction, you clutch your belly and yell out in the dark of your bedroom. You feel that fluid has gushed out between your legs and soaked your shorts. He wakes up to the sound of you yelling, sleepily reaching for the nightstand lamp switch to turn it on.

He calls your name out worriedly, sitting himself up and placing his hands on your arm and back. “Honey, what’s wrong, everything okay?” 

“I-I’m in labor, my water broke.” You huff. Visible beads of sweat drip from your forehead. Your husband’s eyes look down between your legs, to see that your water has broken and your shorts are now soaked. Your belly is contracting, and your face is scrunched and visibly in pain. 

He’s fully woken up now, immediately moving himself in front of you. You’re huffing and kneeling on the bed, hunched over towards your husband, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and the back of his neck.

“Ooh…!” You groan as the contraction passes through him. You grab your heavy belly from underneath, his head lowered against his strong chest. 

“Breathe,” He reminds him, affirming his grasp on your arms. “You got this, honey. Just breathe.” His voice is so gentle but firm. 

You shut your eyes and take slow, deep breaths as your body rolls with each contraction. Your husband whispers sweet, soothing, encouraging words into your ears while you labor. Your contractions are coming closer together, they’re getting intense, it causes you to scream out. You two live in a home where you don’t have neighbors, so you don’t have to worry about being heard from the outside screaming through the labor. Your screaming melts into a soft sob, you’re overwhelmed and anxious because this is happening so fast. 

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m right here.” Your husband presses soft kisses to your head through your messy, sweat-dampened hair and gives your large, gravid belly a gentle rub. You rest your head on his shoulders, trying his best to let yourself relax. He guides you as you pant and shift your hips through each contraction. “I’m gonna get you a towel and some supplies.” He says. Quickly for a moment, he rushes to the bathroom and grabs a towel to place underneath you, as well as a basin of supplies. He returns to you, laying the towel out underneath him and holding you steady as you strip yourself of your soaked shorts. 

Your husband reminds you to breathe as your contractions become closer together and he dilates. Your labor is progressing fast, you can feel the baby’s head engaged in your birth canal. And with your water broken, the pressure’s intense and it hurts…bad. 

“I can’t, I can’t…” You whimper in pain. 

“Yes you can, baby,” Your husband speaks softly. “You have me, it’s just you and me. You’re safe.” He runs his hand through your hair. “Does anything feel wrong at all?” 

“No, just really hurtsss…!” You wince as you have another rough contraction, causing you to clutch your belly. “You did this to me…” You whimper.

He rubs your belly as you pant out the contraction. He kisses your forehead, reassuring he’s got you and that he will help you like he promised he would. “I’m sorry I did this to you. Let me take care of you, baby, make sure everything goes well.” 

You nod and start to weep a little. Not just because you’re in pain, but also because your husband is so sweet and gentle and comforting, you feel incredibly safe and loved, in the months you've lived together in the peace you’ve created for yourselves and your baby to be born.

It’s so dark and snowy outside but you two are inside in your warm bedroom which is dimly lit with a lamp. You continue to labor, you’re almost there, fully dilated. Your husband helps you sip some water by the straw from the glass. Minutes pass and you’re exhausted, though your body is telling you that you need to start pushing. 

“Honey, I have to pushhhh...” You grunt. 

Your husband checks you, you’re fully dilated and ready. When he tells you to push on the next contraction, you squat and dig the balls of your feet into the mattress, sucking in a deep breath, and making the first push. You let out a soft whimper of pain as the contraction passes and you stop pushing. 

“Good job,” Your husband says, rubbing your belly. You’re trying to catch your breath. The pressure’s building inside of you. You squat further, heaving with your hand resting on your big belly, pushing on the next contraction. 

“Hrrrggghhhhh!!!” You grunt. “Ahhhhh…” 

“Push, honey,” He instructs. “Breathe the baby down.” 

You sink your knees into the mattress and shift your aching hips. You suck in a deep breath and blow out through a hard push. “Oooohhhh…I’m pushing, it hurtsssss!!!” 

“I know, I know,” He nods. “You’re doing great, baby.”

The air is so quiet when it snows outside. The silence of the bedroom is filled with your screams as you push on the bed. Your husband doesn’t mind your screaming, he just stays calm and tends to you, his birthing spouse. 

You have another contraction, and he spreads his legs further apart to make room for the emerging baby’s head. Sucking in another deep breath, you yell as you fully push the baby’s head out. 

“Good job, honey.” Your husband says, wiping sweat from your forehead with the washcloth. 

“This baby’s big–” You wince. 

He rubs your back and presses a kiss to your forehead. You take a little more time to rest in between contractions, continuing to breathe and push on his instruction. He’s pushing the shoulders out now. You cling tighter to him, letting him know you need him.

“Ohhhh it hurts!” You groan in pain. Your eyes are shut, you feel your body strain a little to get the baby’s shoulders out. “I can’t, babe, I can’t do this.” You shake your head, sobbing. 

“I know it’s hard, babe, but you got this. Don’t force it.” He smooths a hand along the side of your belly soothingly. 

“I’m pushing, I’m pushing…oooohhhhh…” You groan, dropping your head and groaning loudly as you let gravity help you get the baby’s shoulders out. You can feel your body shudder, you have the strong urge to push. You shift your hips a little and groan, exerting and releasing a hard pushing force downwards. 

Your breath hicks when your husband manages to push the baby’s shoulders fully out. You rest your head on his shoulder, panting and sobbing softly because the hardest part was over.

“Breathe, breathe.” He rubs your back with one hand and soothingly rubs his other hand on your belly. “You’re amazing.” He continues to whisper to you words of praise and encouragement, telling you how incredible you are and how much he loves you. As your husband guides you, you resume pushing on your body’s urges. Breathe and push, you remind yourself. The baby’s almost out. 

“Hooooohhhh, it’s coming…it’s coming out fast!” You exclaim, gripping at your husband’s shirt.

“Keep going, babe, you’re almost there. Just a little more.” He holds his hands underneath your legs, cupping the emerging baby’s head. You hold your husband tightly and scream loudly as you give one big, final push, the baby slides completely out of your body and into hia hands. 

“Honey, you did it, it’s over.” He holds the crying baby up so you can see. Your eyes are shut, you’re panting and catching your breath, then you open your eyes to see your baby right in front of you. Your baby's healthy and has a strong set of lungs. 

“There you are, finally.” You sob. Your husband places the baby in your arms. 

“You did so incredible.” Your husband sighs with tears in his eyes, fiercely kissing your face. 

He helps you with pushing out the afterbirth, then helps you and the baby get cleaned up, and cleans up/discards the bloodied towels and sheets from the bed. You wrap your baby in fresh cloth before breastfeeding. You sit up against stacked pillows, with your husband lying beside you with a hand on your shoulder. You both awe at their baby who is feeding on your nipple, then look at each other, and smile.

It’s still so dark out, and the snow’s still falling heavily outside. But inside your home, in your room, it’s warm and softly dim-lit, your new family is altogether in this moment, everything is sound and peaceful. 

[sharkytootha03]

You swallow over your knuckles in your mouth, hissing with each breath. Your boyfriend holds you, shaking your shoulder with concern. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“I-If I got hurt, it’d be ok because I can take it.” You give a shaky thumbs up, before pain grips you again with a groan. He holds onto you tight.

“Do I look like I know what to do?? What if you get hurt?”

You lean your head against his chest, whining. “I’d rather you be here.” He looks down with worry, gripping you tighter. Another cramp seizes you as your back arches. He slips your hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

In order to get close to the monster, to even hit him, you needed to get close. And as you did, with its appendages sliding over you forcefully you knew what it wanted. A thick one pushed back into your throat, pulsing gently as more moved across your hips and ass, trying to find its entrance. You just needed to get close enough, you had one shot to hit this thing. Dragging closer, Your clothes are peeled off your body. One the size of your fist ruts hard against your ass, pressing insistently. Something’s pumped down your throat. It makes your vision blur, the things rubbing harshly over your legs feeling vaguely pleasurable now. You feel like it’s trying to break your jaw as it forces deeper, the one at the back painfully breaching your ass. With a gagged cry it plunges deep, rubbing against your insides slickly. It rummages deeper, going farther than you thought possible. Thank fuck it wasn’t anyone else, this might not be survivable. Bright pain fills your stomach, and the thing grinds into you, thrumming and pushing. Your cock is limp against your leg, and something light and thin takes it, stroking over it. The contrasting pain and pleasure makes your vision almost white out, your dick getting hard against your wishes. You ball your hands into shaky fists, and the things stop for a second, observing you. You’re not close enough to do anything, you can’t move yet. You sob as the one deep inside you thrusts again, the pain sparking. The smaller one rubs lazy circles around your tip, feeling almost uncomfortable. It rubs over your slit, and your eyes flick down as more come in from the sides to restrain you. The tip slowly dips inside of you, and your hips and arms immediately move, rejecting it. The monster stills you, pressing deeper with a horrible stretching pain. You’ve had things in your ass, but never here. The pain is unfamiliar and your body screams in rejection as it slides so deep you feel like it must have met the other inside you. Sharp pain bites inside you again, and it starts to thrust, slowly. You cry out, trying to bite on the unyielding rubbery object in your mouth. Your stomach feels like it flips as the one in your ass moves impossibly deeper, snaking its way through. A thick warm huge lump the size of a watermelon rests at your ass, as you really start to freak out. You clench, trying to keep it at bay as it’s forced into you painfully, screaming. Your legs are spread, and it feels heavy and unyielding as it horribly spreads you, popping inside. It works its way deeper, an uncomfortable lump resting inside you, visible from your once flat stomach. As another meets your ass, a worse pain comes as something tries to come into your cock. You try moving your hips away desperately again, gagging as it presses hard into you. You feel it inch into your head, then through your shaft as another presses at the tip again. You hope this ends soon.

He gently rubs your back. “You’re so stupid. We could have done something, anything but this.” You take heavy breaths against him, shaking, the new pain too much to say anything. You’ve been filled, way too much than what should be possible, and your body’s trying to push everything out in rejection, even though it’s settled and grown inside of you. Another pain blooms up your back as your legs shake, hugging your boyfriend. “It needs to come out, honey.” You shake your head. Nobody should have to see this, he was supposed to deal with it alone. The objects in you feel like gravel against your insides. You’ve been alone for hours, your body can keep it in for just a few more until you’re alone. Another horrible pain hits you, you feel something shift painfully.

“n-no…” The monster was killed, your goal accomplished and nobody else hurt. He looks at you with a deep worry, propping you up against his chest.

“You need to, you’re in pain.” You know it’s going to hurt worse coming out than it did going in, the objects have only grown. He gently lifts up your legs despite your protests, and you feel something huge almost brush against your spine. You choke out a sob, and he squeezes your hand, kissing your forehead. “C’mon, please.” You bite your lip, another hard cramp hitting you as one of the objects shifts lower.

“I can’t... J-just let me wait until we get home-“ Another groan as a new pain hits, the object settling heavy against his hips. It rests uncomfortably against the bone, and your boyfriend gently presses into your ass with his fingers, opening you up gently. Pain radiates up your back. You hold onto him as you groan, his fingers meeting the smooth surface of the object. It’s an egg, hard and unyielding. You grip onto his arm as your body forces it lower against your will, your hips aching. It gets caught there, refusing to move lower for now. He can see the egg’s shell as you shake against him. He rubs your stomach.

“Push, honey. I can’t see you like this…” Another pain rolls through as your body forces you to bear down, as you hold your breath. The egg painfully comes to a crown, getting caught and scraping against bone.

“I-I want it b-back in… I can’t do this…” He kisses over your forehead as you breathe through your teeth.

“Keep going, honey.” He rubs against your lower stomach as another horrible pain hits, and you can do nothing but sob as the egg refuses to move.

“ Please…” Another sharp pain, and you push, your hips spreading impossibly far only for it to shift down a small centimeter. His hands press uncomfortably on your stomach, and he finds the fat end of the stuck egg. He gently pushes as you scream immediately, clenching hard. “n-no.. stop please…” He looks down at you pitifully.

“It needs to come out, I can’t watch you be in pain like that.” He squeezes your hand, pushing again. Your back arches as you try and hold it in, the egg grinding against your hips as your body and his hand work against you. With a sharp crack, pain fills your body.

“FUCK! S-STOP!” He jolts his hand away. Your fractured hips rub together painfully as your body continues to contract, the egg now pressing at your hole. A sharp, new pain hits. Your cock stirs impossibly, you should be in too much pain to be getting hard. Your boyfriend looks down at you as your eyes are glued shut, as something shifts in you. You cry out again, the egg causing your ass to wink as you feel pain like you’re about to split open. The fiery hot pain comes to rest as an egg sized lump against your crotch, behind your cock. You cry out, holding onto him as the urge to push rolls through you. “Something’s happening-!”

He holds you, unsure, as more pain and pressure builds at your crotch. “…Calm down, ok?” You groan, arching your back as it feels like the pain is squeezing through into the base of your cock, the round orb being visible.

“…oh god” He swallows thickly as you openly cry, your cock throbbing thickly against your stomach, refusing to let anything move further. Your hand moves down to your cock, and you desperately try to squeeze the egg back into you, the pain too much to deal with. It proves resistant, the second you inch it lower is accompanied by blinding pain. “stop doing that. You need to keep pushing.” You whine. Your body does it for you, another egg seeming to weave through you painfully, pushing the other into your cock.

“n-no!! stop it!” The egg is fully in, a bulge very visible as your cock stretches around it. A painful urge at your back tells you to push, your body insistent that both eggs leave. A weak push at your ass and immediately the one in your cock decides to move, with a scream. It rests painfully at your head. You thrust, crying out as the egg crowns and then keeps slipping back inside. It’s too big but the pain is too much to deal with. Another egg pushes into your cock impatiently as you sob. The urge to push again, harder as you bear down. The egg peeks out with all the effort you can muster, the tapered tip visible before you relax and it slips back inside with a cry. Another pain coming up from your stomach, another egg. There are three in your cock now, it’s incredibly painful and the first one is blocking their exit, the pressure building impossibly. Your head is stretched to the maximum, the soft yellow of the egg showing, but it refuses to stretch further, blocking its only exit. Another egg. It feels like you’re about to scream again as the fourth pushes in, there’s no room in your cock for four eggs. You see more of the egg slip through, but your head still refuses to stretch. You push, the egg slowly making its way through. “It’s n-not gonna fit!!” You say with a sob, pushing as hard as you can. With a sharp pain, an egg slips past another inside you, and you cry out, not stopping your pushing in desperation. The pressure is unbearable as more and more eggs line up behind it. You cry, pushing and pushing with little progress. Then another horrible urge hits you, the urge to cum. You jerk yourself off quickly, crying as you touch your cock, the bulges in it palpable. Your boyfriend watches you with concern, his hand slowly going to replace yours, jerking you off for you. He gently pumps you, and for a moment the pressure worsens painfully. You whine as he keeps pumping you, and with two more strokes you cum, the egg popping out while cum dribbles out of you. He kisses you, rubbing over your stomach as eggs slowly push out of you with the cum. The one at your ass sits there hard and heavy, your body clenching and pushing around it impatiently. He finds the end of it again, gently pushing. It makes a small crown, but can’t go any further without you pushing. It inches out, and something in him pops as he loses concentration. Something in his stomach moves and heaves.

“You need to. leave.” You say with a whine, the egg blocking the creature's exit.

“I’m not leaving you, honey.” You wail as it descends, resting at his aching hips.

“I need to push, please. Please I don’t want you hurt.” It presses hard against his hips, and he cries. “STOP!” The egg rests impatiently inside him, as this big creature places tons of pressure right on his hips. “It’s coming, please go. Oh my god please.” You clench around it, trying to slow it as it painfully pushes the egg out. It stretches, slowly coming to its widest point before sinking back inside. You cry out, bucking your hips. The egg’s really starting to become painful.

“I’m not leaving you.”

“n-no.. it’s coming please…” He kisses over you as the egg pushes out again, this time slowly popping out with a slick noise. He sees that the egg’s huge, and something even bigger is currently exiting. You get the urge to spread your legs as it barrels down lower, pushing as it quickly spreads you fully. It’s far too big to exit like this, and you cry as it continues to push even when you stop. A slick tendril pops out of you, pulling its way out as you cry, something tearing painfully before the mass slides out of you. He kicks it away.

“You did it honey. You’re so great, thank you.” He kisses you, holding you as you cry. “I love you so much.”

hey! Idk why the formatting is so weird but thank you :)

[therrerium-valkryonia]

(Requested by: European3)

[A young bank employee is in labor while striking up a long conversation with her boss, she does not believe she is until the situation is far too late for her]

Shadows Arisen

Tw: 18+ Minors DNI, may contain sexual content

Scorching in the brazen heat, the beads of sweat running off her chin as she feels the ache within her bloated womb, her unborn ever eager to have a meeting with their mother face to face, awaiting to be greeted but denied from ignorance.

A mild grunt sounded from her lips, she slants to the side of the chair in ignorance believing herself to not be having any contractions, thinking it was mild pain after she had eaten a considerable amount of very intense spicy noodles.

Her boss enters the bank, she walks towards the very sweaty Charloette behind the screen of her desk being quite politely greeted for her being on shift though she didn't have to do it.

"Mornin' love, you look disheveled today. Apologies for havin' ya enter today's shift and I appreciate it, doll-face~"

"Anything- mggh.. for you, boss. You've been a lovely girl, of course ye have me- euugh- mmffh... Ow!, masterpiece."

She walked away flustered as she sighed in relief, chuckling at herself with a regard to her flirting "That was shit! You two are really gonna be motherless for the time being... euuhh-".

Distressing herself over the reuniting pain, she stood up to sway her hips an attempt to ease the pressure and aching overflowing into her hips and around her bump and sides, underbelly and with the intense cramping on her back.

Then she heard her boss' heels and she rested her chin into her palm trying to impress her while she swayed her hips in circles, easing the head into it's position as it slid inside her cervix trying to squeeze and seizing her in inferno-like pains.

"Hi.... you good? It seems the heats gotten to ya, not good for ye..... I'll assure you. You deserve the double pay in this heat. As you know my baby comin' anyday too so I pity."

She nods & they share an awkward laughter as she is seized in thundrous pains and sores all over her abdomen to thighs.

A rush of fluid had ran down her thigh, dampening her skirt down to her socks and boots as she grabbed her side and a rush of adrenaline made her panic a bit, as she excuses her way out of the situation for just a small moment.

"Oh, soorry but- *Sharp gasp* I need to go for the bathroom I'll be back for this... mmmhh. I swear! Wait for me. Please"

Her boss nods, as she darted off to the bathroom where she enters and shuts the door leaning up against it and held on to her bump tightly with her pains beginning to peak, as she huffed loudly and bore down with her knees trembling.

The fluids oozed as she pushed with the head slowly leading down her canal, once it slides out of her cervix, she huffs in large breaths while she clenches her fist knuckle white as it begins to progress lower and closer without delay.

Her back moved into a deep slant as she groaned into her next contraction, she latched her arm around her belly's underside while bearing down into an akward squat-like position as she feels her lips open with great burn.

Her right hand was gripping into her thigh as she felt the softness of the crown spread her open, she heaves a loud storm as another contraction conquers her and she then took a heavy push, grunting more animalistically.

"mggeeuu- rgghhrrrhhh! No, please! *huffing* PLEASE! Aanngghhh! heuuurrgghhh... uuh uuu.. *sobbing*" Then sharply inhaling she reluctantly darts out of the bathroom.

Scuttling to her desk, she walks in front of her chair and seated down slowly pressing the head backwards leading with a massive burn, sweat runs down her face and more profusely then ever, it was obvious but then bubbled into being overheated and sweating from the heatwave.

Her boss then looked visibly troubled, she felt then the intense pains of a full crown forming after being pulled backwards, the pain makes her sob and softly whimper.

"Hey, uuughh... ooww, call the hospital I can feel the crown forming and- uUuuurrr... it really hUURttsss... euughh"

As her leans into her table, rocking in a see-saw motion as she stands then collapses from the pure exshuastion of holding in the crown for more than normal, her crown then goes from the head to neck in one whole movement.

"Ha- aagghh! I can't hold it! *sobs* but not hEERE! OWH!"

Her boss panics, shuffling as Charloette begins to fully bear down and her thighs wide open and her white blouse begins to show skin, she heaves and bears down as the neck slowly budges further to reveal a small peaking shoulder.

Laid on her fours, her legs splayed out and her palms digging deep into tile as she pressed her chin down and give out a loud scream "Euuaaa- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" as the left arm pops out cleanly and she went completely mindless.

Sobbing and beginning to tear, she pushed with as much might she could and the baby plops out of her and slides down, Charloette trembled and scuttled over and lifted a daughter into her arms as she gently kissed the baby.

It's wails grow silent, she crawls and grabs the telephone while her boss grunts heavily and in great sweat while an emergency picks up for them "Hello this is 112?" She says "Me and my boss and in labor and the heat is melding me"

The caller immeadiately asks for adress and sent one down as urgently they could, once they hung up Charloette leans over her desk as another head dangles between her thighs.

The pain was the worst it could get, she heaved heavily too tired to scream and just barely managing to pushing the arm and shoulders, once the abdomen gets out the baby falls out and she catches the twin as she heaves unevenly.

Her boss tries to resist, her crown was too large and painful as she leans farther over the desk and splays open as fluids spill heavily and she takes a huge push and the baby pops out into her pencil skirt, she collapses onto her knees and begins to lose conciousness as emergency barely come in.

They are both carried into the ambulance, the three babies catered as both begin to make a full recovery and become "close friends" being very active in the bedroom, they raise three great children all humble and somehow not pompous.

( Thanks so much for your patience this took a very long while, hope it's how you like it! )

[realseeno]

The Queen’s Delectation Pt.2

“Does something bother you my Queen?” Prince Jamie asked, speaking in a soft and tender tone. Still lightly panting from his orgasm, he gently rubbed his sex into her now cum-covered bump while waiting for a response. Queen Angelica took a moment to respond, easing off of a particularly painful cramp. Her wince slowly subsiding into a normal, calmed expression. The Prince felt her hand gently grasp his as they both rubbed the side of her belly, feeling movements that were more dramatic than usual.

“I..I think our child may be ready my love..it..it moves..quite rapaciously within me,” responded the Queen. The Prince showed immediate concern, able to switch off the lust of his previous action in love for his betrothed.

“O..oh my Queen..w..what do you desire? A bath? Rest? Anything my Queen..we must ensure your comfort..the child should be brought safely into this world..” The Queen offered a small smile, shaking her head lightly. Trying to offset the Prince’s obvious but subdued concern. Her opposite hand moved to run through his light hair, her soft fingers parting strands as she massaged his scalp.

“Don’t fret my love..it’s merely the beginning..I shall try and sleep some, in preparation for the more intense labor. Just..lie here with me, will you?” She ended her words with a more expressive smile, leaning forward to kiss her beloved and hold his hand closer to her swollen midsection. He of course complied, gladly wrapping his arms around his Queen and letting her sleep on her side. Cozying up behind her, making sure to keep his palm splayed on her stretched belly. He never faulted, spending the night embracing her and feeling how much his unborn strained and twisted inside. Peppering her incredibly soft neck and cheeks with warm, loving kisses. Her body so warm, so beautiful in this state. Though Prince Jamie tried to match his Queen’s restlessness, he eventually fell asleep, leaving her to try and sleep, mostly unsuccessfully. She spent the rest of the night stifling moans, gently roaming her overdue belly with a loving hand, whispering for her baby to calm. Unfortunately the little one was quite raucous, and constantly pushed on her already full bladder. Only adding to her sleeplessness, as she was unwilling to wake her Prince for a pee break. The night slowly passed for her, though Jamie was well-rested, as he usually was when cuddling with his wife. When the sun started to stream in through cracks in the curtains and woke the content Prince, he stretched with a soft yawn, rubbing his eyes and finally letting go of his beloved’s belly. Expecting to find her sleeping, though turning and finding her already starting to look back, not noticing the dark spots indicative of her clear lack of said sleep. He greeted her with a warm kiss, giving a soft rub to her tummy and partially sitting up, propping himself with his elbow.

“Sleep well, my love?” He asked, speaking in a quiet tone, still waking up himself. Turning to pull a velvet cord which rung a bell outside the bedroom, alerting the servants that the couple was ready for breakfast in bed. Queen Angelica turned toward him, heaving her belly and lying on her back, quite an uncomfortable position nowadays.

“Q..quite well my Prince,” she lied, deciding to spare him the worry of knowing she had gotten near to no sleep. Asking the same to him and getting a more enthusiastic yes. They spent some time wrapped around each other, pecking one another’s lips with gentle, tired kisses. The Prince of course couldn’t keep his hands off her bloated midsection, feeling all around after pulling the sheets just below the bottom curve of her bump. Making small comments at the exaggerated position of their unborn, a childlike wonder on his eyes, one which the Queen enjoyed watching, no matter how uncomfortable her situation had gotten. Soon after a single servant arrived, a young maiden who had just been plucked off the streets for the job. She wore the usual attire, a simple wrap around her breasts and a small loincloth-like bottom, one which was longer down the middle and back than the sides. The servant carried a large platter filled with eggs, fruit, bacon, and other food items which the couple would have free rein over. She bent over the Prince’s side to gently place it along their laps, but made a soft interjection when it found some resistance, his morning erection pushing through the sheets and standing tall before the platter. She pushed once more, though found the same blockage as she nervously looked to the Prince’s face, realizing her mistake. Quickly she managed to maneuver the platter into a new position, her cheeks glowing a hot red at her embarrassment. Almost stuck as she gazed between the couple’s faces, then at the Queen’s exposed breasts, and even more intently at her massive bump which Prince Jamie’s hand remained steadfastly attached to. Eventually she pulled her eyes away, quietly scurrying off, feeling the royal couple’s eyes follow her till she shut the door a bit too hard. The Queen and Prince looked back at each other, taking a moment to process, as if to comment. Queen Angelica started, a somewhat devious smile on her lips as she spoke.

“Look at you..making the servant girl’s heart flutter,” she commented, a soft chuckle following her words. Seeing her husband’s expression remain unsure, almost worried. She lightened the mood by bending in for a kiss, then pushing a small piece of cheese between his lips.

“Don’t worry my love..just make sure she doesn’t end up with a swollen belly in a few months..or do..I wouldn’t really mind..” added the Queen, a more mischievous expression following as she laughed more audibly and smooched her lover once more, seeing he was still stiff.

“Oh c’mon! The food will go cold,” she said playfully.

The Prince slowly dug in, the slight blush leaving his cheeks. He did find the servant girl..quite attractive. But he wanted to ensure his Queen felt worshipped, adored more than anything. Especially as she was bound to give birth to the heir any hour now. They didn’t take long, with how voracious she had gotten with the pregnancy. His hands frequently offering up more to her, egging her on “for the baby.” Watching the juices leak down his arm when she took a bite of a soft fruit, licking up what remained. Ending it all with two tall goblets, one with wine for the Prince, while the other contained regular fruit concentrate for the Queen. Today was set to be a relaxed one, with all of the Queen’s appointments and showings cancelled, save for one. A very important diplomatic talk which could not be delayed. Angelica dreaded having to show up to the event, but eventually did. Dressed in a simple yet very much royal outfit. A light purple wrap for her top, just enough to cover her breasts. And a golden-colored skirt-like piece. Both adorned with the finest of gems to show the queendom’s wealth. Jamie accompanied, frequently watching his beloved as she communicated with the foreign representatives. Feeling his wife’s pain when there was a visible shift in her belly or a dramatic wince that she tried to hide. He couldn’t wait to be alone with her again, in their chambers. His wishes would come true soon enough, and he held the Queen’s hands while she stood, trying to ease the weight on her hips. Making sure to give her frequent kisses and belly rubs, feeling his baby twist and turn, clearly past ready to come out. Both of them nude as before, primed for the royal birth.

“Our baby..it’s almost here isn’t it? Do you think it will be a beautiful little girl or boy?” His eyes were gleaming with anticipation, clearly not weighed down by the pains of labor like his wife. She gazed back at him with a weak smile, starting to sweat from the added heat of labor. She wiped her head and thought quietly, sighing.

“A girl..I think. Though I’d love either.” She responded, eliciting a smile out of Jamie. But before he had time to respond, her eyes fluttered and she let out a strange moan, unlike the somewhat casual ones earlier. A hand immediately went to her belly, clutching it as she laid into Jamie. Neither of them had time to question it before a sudden splash of water popped, rushing down her legs. It coated the Prince’s throbbing erection in fluid, and drenched his legs as well. Both of them momentarily confused as the puddle of water grew between their bodies.

“J..Jamie..my waters..” was all the Queen could mutter, followed by a softer moan. Leaning heavily into her Prince, she looked for comfort.

“O..oh my..my Queen..” Jamie was temporarily stunned, though his instincts and teaching eventually kicked in, rubbing his hands along his expectant wife’s back.

“You’re okay..you’re okay..we’ve got time. Deep breaths my love..I’m here for you,” comforted Jamie, in awe at the beauty of the moment. The fluids drenching his lower body bothered him none, and he looked to make his wife as comfortable as possible as his hands grasped her soft love handles, helping her to stand. They gently swayed for hours, transitioning from standing, to sitting, and back again. As the more intense contractions arrived, Jamie pressed his body behind Queen Angelica. His hands palming her belly, feeling how it pushed out and down with the entrance of the baby into her cervix. They got into a squatting position, with his erection remaining firm and lined up with her sex. Never entering, just hovering against it. The quivering of the Queen’s vagina keeping Jamie erect sending soft waves of pleasure through his body. He shooed off any servants, ensuring this would be a private, intimate affair. Listening to the Queen’s prolonged, low moans and clutching tighter.

“You’re so perfect my Queen..to see you bring our child into this world..it hypnotizes me.” The Queen kept up her constant, rhythmic groans. Trying to stretch for the overdue baby. Its size already overwhelming as it pressed against the exit. Resting against her Prince, feeling him support her along the way. Her low moans changing to occasional, shaky screams as the head began to bulge. The Prince feeling the sensation against his own sex, making sure she was progressing well with a gentle arm rub and kiss to the cheek. Slowly pushed further and further down by the crowning head, the Prince clutched his Queen’s belly. Praying quietly to the goddesses that the birth would progress well. When the head was beginning to exit he placed a hand below, cradling the head, noting how full of hair it was. Tearing up as his Queen cried, bravely pushing. The baby stuck for some time in this position, mucus leaking onto the floor. After more time stretching and some downwards belly rubs by the Prince, the baby’s shoulders began to emerge. Followed by a sudden plop as it fell to the floor, a splash of liquids showing the little one was finally here. Soft crying beginning, its airways being cleared. Both the Prince and Queen a bit dazed, still clutching each other.

“M..my Queen..your heir has finally arrived!” He said in joyous tears, hugging her close. His excited erection pushing upward against the stretched vagina, tangling with the thick umbilical cord. He couldn’t stop kissing her, rubbing the now soft belly, feeling how it remained to show what she had carried but began to sink and loose its firmness. Spending a few moments showing her his love before finally bending down and picking up their baby. Lifting the soaked infant to its mothers chest and checking the sex.

“A little girl!” She exclaimed, kissing the baby and the Prince. Cradling the little one, proclaiming her love. Jamie looking over her shoulder, rubbing the baby’s head.

“Our little Princess,” he muttered, smiling at the one who would be the next Queen.

[softmanolia]

I want there to be a movie about a kind and loving middle aged guy with a beatiful young girlfriend, who has made it clear to her ages ago that he does not want any kids.

I want his gf to fall pregnant, bc of failed birth controll and him to absolutely lose it, going from kind and loving to ferally spiteful and treating her like a disgusting traitor. I want everyone to feel bad for her and start hating the guy that seemed so kind, loving and perfect at the beginning.

I want him to take her to an abortion clinic. She is willing to do whatever it takes to change that bitter spiteful man back to the lovely golden retriever type of guy who used to adored her.

I then want him to have the absolute WORST most horrific experience of his life while in that clinic. It must traumatize him. Make him retch into a trashcan. Bring him back to his senses and ultimately make him change his mind on the spot, busting his gf out at the last second.

Back home I want him to still be cold and distant to the mother of his child, moving out of their shared bedroom, still disgusted by the idea of a baby. He will need time away from her to think of another way to get rid of that parasite. Everyone who watches will hate his guts at this point.

And then I want the dynamic to change. I want him noticing how the mother of his unborn child starts buying bigger bras. I want him to peak at her while she's asleep, trying to find evidence of her - apparently - bigger breasts. I want him to become more and more intrigued by the curves of her body, which seem to become more and more accentuated by every passing day.

I want him to remain cold and condescending to her at daytime, yet peep on her naked in the shower or while she's asleep. I want him to go through her drawers to find new sex toys, realizing that her hormones must be kicking that sex drive if her's through the roof. And I want him to get hard on just the mere thought of it. I want him to slowly and reluctantly realize that he has a terribly bad pregnancy fetish.

I want him to lose his mind over her new body, wanting nothing more than to touch those perky nipples as she sleeps or just hold on to those wide hips as he pounds her senslessly.

And then I want him to no longer be able to keep himself composed and act on the desire. I want him to devour her like an animal, aggressively massaging her huge ass while suckling on her titts, which have doubled in size now. I want him to lay her flat on her back and slowly spread her thighs before pounding her until she screams in ecxtasy, all the while keeping the palm of his hand pressed just above her pubic bone, fingers digging deep into her still flat yet soft belly - marking the spot. I want him to flip her over on her stomache, pulling her closer by her widened hips before burrowing himseld deep into her. I want this to become his new daily norm and her to cry from joy of their glorious make up and the mind numbing sex.

From there on, I want the movie to basically turn into a stretched out montage of love making throughout the entire duration of her pregnancy. I want to see her with an arched and achy back, her belly sticking out at the front, breasts growing slightly larger and perkier each month and still riding him like her life depends on it. Straddled atop of him, throwing back her head as she moans primitively. Doing everything to scratch that terrible itch deep inside her core. I want her to bounce on his lap at 9 months pregnant before he pins her against the wall and wrecks her from behind. I want them to cum together, him groaning into her neck like a beast before they suddenly hear a pop with a small stream of fluid making it's way down her bare legs.

I want them to realize that he just fucked her into labour. And most importantly: I want him to get turned on even more than he thought was possible just by the look of it.

I want things to progress extremely fast. I want them not even able to get themselves ready for a drive to the hospital when all of a sudden she's already overtaken by the urge to push. Holding on to the door frame, I want her to instinctively bend her knees a bit and moan out loud as she feels a strong contraction causing the baby's head to crash down on her cervix before it ever so agonizingly slowly enters her birth canal.

I want him to get turned on by that scene, unable to stop himself from sticking a finger up her hole and checking her progress. I want her to go from moaning to screaming, not able to stand on her own now. He will help her onto the bed, trying to lay her flat on her back. She will protest. Instead she will sit down on the storage chest located feet-side of the bed, leaning back against the bed frame, inching her butt to the very edge of the chest, giving him the perfect view as he kneels between her legs.

I want her to push for a seemingly endless amount of time, suffering all the while, yet also feeling this sense of euphoria that makes her cum as she's being filled up by the baby. She'll tell him all about it in her panicky high pitched voice. There will be sweat all over her body. And he'll be rock hard all throughout the process.

I want her to slowly crown, keeping the viewer ever so engaged, wondering when the widest part will finally be surpassed. She will get stuck at the widest part for a while, her lips stretched around it as thinly as a sheet of paper threatening to rip at any moment. He will cum at that sight, coaching her through the worst of it.

The head will not just pop free. It will take her hard work to inch the entire head out of her tight hole. As it is out, she will rejoice a second feeling the head before another contraction ramps up again. The shoulders will be even wider than the head proving themselves even harder to birth. She will arch her back and scream and thrash at this point as she'll get stuck again at the widest part of the baby - wider than it was before. She'll beg him to pull the baby out and he will do nothing. He'll be telling her that it's more natural for her to do it herself, but it will only be an excuse. He will be stroking his dick at the sight of her massively overstretched cunt, cumming multiple times in a row until she finally manages to push the giant baby out of her.

I want this moment to be the very first "emotional" one in the entire movie. Before that I just want hatred and disgust that slowly turns into feral sexual energy.

I would definitley pay to watch a movie like that.