#difficult birth

[riveroryn]

Omg I just want to be heavily pregnant going into labor resisting the urge to push and then finally giving in and PUSHING my baby out of my birth canal. Yelling with each push. Sweat dripping down my body. My belly shining with sweat in the light. Feeling my baby stretch me wider and wider. Pushing against that pressure. HNNNGGG

Bonus: have a birth partner encourage me to breathe and push. Commanding me to push harder as the baby crowns. Praising me as the baby emerges more and more.

Uggghh give it to me

[birthedstars]

A Legends Baby

“Ash, dude…You had to have been high or something,” Liam looked at Ash skeptically.

“I'm telling you, it was Bigfoot. The guy had to be almost eight feet tall, hung like a horse by the way, and had feet big as a Hobbits,” Ash threw up his hands for example.

“You expecting me to believe Bigfoot piped you on the ski trip AND no one else seemed to notice? No fucking shot,” Liam rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, it happened. What? Did you want me to take a selfie while he was fucking me?

“Yes. If it was THE Bigfoot, I would have!”

Ash crossed his arms and went back to his room. “Fine, don’t believe me.”

~3 months later~

“Fuck, why am I gaining so much weight,” Ash struggled to button his pants.

Over the past few weeks Ash had been gaining weight. Particularly around his lower abdomen. His belly button has gotten slightly shallower.

Ash suddenly felt nauseous. In an instant he's bent over the toilet bowl, hurling last night's burrito into the water.

Liam dropped a pregnancy test on the table.

Ash blinked.

“I'm not pregnant,” Ash said.

“Oh, so you took a test already?” Liam cocked an eyebrow.

“No…”

“Uh huh. You're Bigfoot’s or some super lumberjacks baby daddy, I'm telling you,” Liam said.

“So you believe me now?” Ash laughed and shook his head. “Bigfoot is not even the same species as us, He couldn't get any regular human pregnant.”

Liam shrugged and walked out the bathroom. “Fine, remember me when you get a deal for ‘I didn't know I was pregnant’ episode.”

~7 months later~

Ash closed his apartment door and nearly fell to his knees. So much pain, so much pressure, drowned him as soon as he got away from prying eyes. He clung to the wall, face scrunched and sweat on His brow. Ash's gait was wide as if he was preparing to squat.

For the past few hours, the pressure and routine tightening of his belly had gotten so much worse than the days prior. Brief discomfort has become aggravating pain. The work day had been bad enough with all of the comments about his appearance and the sweltering summer heat.

He tossed off his sweatshirt to reveal the cause of his pain.

His stomach was huge, round, and taut. His belly button disappeared into the skin of it, replaced by stretch marks only slightly hidden by hair. It hung low, only being cradled by his palm. The waistband of his drenched sweat pants curved dramatically beneath it. He stumbled forward into the apartment, his gait wide and waddle slow.

“Fuck, this can't be real. Please no,” Ash grunted and held his tightening belly. “Just need to rest…”

He still denied the obvious conclusion, even after 7 months. There was no way, despite contractions, huge belly, and fluid as evidence.

At least the apartment was empty, so he could save some dignity. Liam was away on a vacation out of state. No help or snarky commentary from him was going to come.

Ash gripped the frame of his bedroom door. His mouth and eyes widened as a heavy weight dropped into the cradle of his open cervix. Something was dropping into his pussy. His eyes widened as he realized the shape of it was round, hard. He wanted to just get to his bed, lie on his back, and close his legs tight.

A strong contraction crashed into him in response to that thought. Ash cried out, digging his nails into the door frame. His stomach twisted. The instinct to bear down overwhelmed him. The huge object surged forward as he pushed unconsciously. It took everything in his power not to fall to his knees.

His vagina quickly filled tightly with what he was creating for weeks. Ash's toes curled in his shoes in pain. He couldn't walk to his bed with his hips so splayed out.

Ash's pussy bulged around the solid round object. The burn nearly drove him to tears, but then the contraction stopped. He dry heaved and looked down at the pool of fluid dripping from the bowled out crotch of his sweats.

The same pussy Bigfoot had cum in 10 months ago was now spread wide and bulging through his sweatpants. Ash trembled as he slowly accepted the truth he'd been denying.

Ash untied the drawstring and allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. He reached over his belly, towards his crotch, knowing and fearing exactly what he'd find. His fingers immediately felt the wet, hairy head of a baby between his fingers.

Ash clasped his other hand over his mouth as he felt the huge head spreading his pussy under his palm. His whole body trembled in disbelief.

He should have listened to Liam. He was pregnant and giving birth. His stomach and back seized, sending Ash into another chorus of crying. His pussy spread wide into a painful circle around the hair head.

“Fucking! Get out!” Ash screamed as he slid further down the doorway into a squat. His belly, hung between his thighs, seized in on itself. The pressure and power behind his push drove the baby forward and spurts of fluid gushing out onto the wood floor.

His body lurched as the head and shoulders rocketed out of his pussy with a rough gush of fluid.

He gasped in relief, but continued to push regardless. The body didn't budge and offered Ash nothing but a severe pain in his cervix.

Ash stood up painfully with a deep ragged breath, head and shoulders between his thighs. Why didn't he just fucking listen to Liam. He just had to have Bigfoot's cock, couldn't just snap a fuzzy pic of him and run like normal people.

Another contraction came, he pushed. Nothing happened. No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't get the baby to descend any lower. Something was stopping the baby from moving lower. The pain was already infuriating.

Desperate, Ash carefully wrapped his hands around the body. His belly began tightening and his back started to lock up. With an almighty roar, Ash pushed and pulled. His body twisted, the muscles in his body rippled as whatever was making the baby stuck started to give. Ash could feel something big come out of his cervix and into his canal. He bit his lip, tugging Bigfoot's baby out of his pussy centimeter by centimeter.

“Fucking hell!” He screamed out.

He threw his head back as his pussy rapidly spread apart . The burn hit him hard and then left as quickly as it came. Ash's body finally released its grip on the baby, his stomach deflating instantly as his child slid out of him. Ash's legs gave out beneath him, leaving him to fall against the wall.

Ash tiredly stared down at the heavy baby in his hands. It had his dark black hair as a mane on its head. But what really caught Ash's attention were what was at the end of the kids legs. The hairy, already crying baby had larger than normal feet. Because of course it did. This is Bigfoot's Kid after all.

“Never fucking without a pill again…” Ash murmured, slumped against the wall.

[painfulstretch]

a sub having a birth kink and purposefully getting knocked up so they’ll experience the beauty of labor themselves. only to get a dark awakening.

they don't learn any breathing exercises for pain management because they're convinced they’ll be turned on the dntire time and gave an orgasmic birth (they're very self-confident about this... too self-confident). it's also why they don't hire a midwife or plan for the hospital, no, they want an unassisted home birth.

when early labor starts, it kind of works still. they are turned on, definitely, but can't really reach their opening because of their big bump - since it dropped earlier that morning, it's even harder to reach around. so they resort to humping the armrest of the couch and grinding against pillows but it doesn't really bring them much pleasure and their belly keeps getting in the way. besides the pressure in their pelvis makes it hard to stay upright, and the contractions are coming closer, sharper, knocking the wind out if their lungs. soon they're huffing and panting. still in denial, still sure the pleasure will win. but as time goes on, their certainty starts to waver. after their water breaks, the contractions become more intense, no longer dampened by the amniotic fluid. as their womb gets squeezed tighter and their baby is being worked down, they slowly but surely start to admit to themselves that this isn’t going according to plan, that this is far more painful than they imagined. they're sweating and trembling, panting frantically and desperately clutching their bump, trying and failing to rub some of the pain and tension away.

by the time they recognize they don't want to do this alone without help after all, it's too late. they're in too much pain to get up, glued to the couch, squirming and sobbing. their crotch is bulging grotesquely but they're far from crowning and they scream everytime they bear down. they push for hours upon hours, suffering in pure agony.

[hush-writes-preg]

Imagine a werewolf pregnancy and you’re giving birth during the full moon and have a few of the pups already out and rest are now very active and even one in the birth canal stretching out the poor birther suddenly being stretched even more with the newest pup being born and causing more struggles for them

I'm going to guess here that you're a human knocked up by a werewolf, and that the pups transform while you're in the middle of giving birth during the full moon. 👍

I bet it would have been relatively easy at first, even though you had a full litter of puppies squirming around in your belly. Human-shaped babies coming out of a human-shaped body are to be expected.

But the magic of the full moon causing those babies to shift is something else entirely. Suddenly the mass still residing in your womb seems to double both in weight and activity, just like the babe that had almost reached a crown. Your channel is suddenly forced open an almost impossible amount to accommodate, yet the sheer bulk of the pup feels lodged firmly in place.

It's going to be a long night, isn't 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.

[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 :)

[imagination2024]

Unmedicated painful birth

[riveroryn]

It's time

I could feel the contractions getting stronger and stronger. The pain was getting unbearable.

MMMMHHH

I hummed through the pain. Another contraction, and another one. 3 minutes apart, 2 minutes apart, 1 minute apart.

OH MY GOD. OWWWWWW

Suddenly I felt a new pressure in my birth canal. Oh my God so much pressure. I, I feel like I have to push.

I put a towel in my mouth, bit down and PUSHED.

Hnnnggghhh

A let out a gutteral yell through the towel I was biting on. Holy shit the pressure was insane. The pain was horrible. I pushed and pushed and pushed. Eventually the head started to crown.

AAAGGGHHHH

It was so painful. The head stretched my lips apart with each push. I thought I was going to tear. I couldn't stop pushing though. My body physically wouldn't stop pushing. So I just pushed and pushed. It was so painful, I kept screaming.

AHHHH!!! OH GOD! AHHH!!! GET IT OUT!!! HNNNGGGAAAHHH!!!

The head came to a full crown. I panted and tried to resist pushing. I wanted to let the head come out slowly. Unfortunately I had no control. Another horrible contraction hit me and forced me to PUSH.

AHHHHH!!!!! Oh god!!!!!!!

I gave a POWERFUL push. It hurt like HELL. The head finally came out.

Oh god... Oh god...

I panted and waited for the next contraction.

Here it comes.... Uuugghhh!!!!!

I pulled my legs back, took a deep breath and PUSHED HARD. I pushed and pushed and pushed.

AGGGHHHH AHHHHH!!!!! OOOOOHHHH-

The baby slid out with a lot of fluid into my hands.

Oh my God... I did it... I just gave birth...

[painfulstretch]

sitting on the couch, a heavily pregnant sub on my lap, sobbing into my shoulder, screaming as the first 12lbs baby is forcing its way through their birth canal. their big bump pressing against my stomach, letting me feel how hard and tight it is and how much it shrinks during each agonizing contraction. they want to push so bad but i won't let them, not yet.

[birthing4daddy]

Laying in bed and wishing I was heavily pregnant and sobbing while Daddy forced me to push out his huge babies ♡

[loveyjessicathebuddies]

Push harder, Constance! Push harder as you can!