#public birth

[dontpushbaby]

You're sitting in my lap, arms slung around my neck, face buried into the curve of it. Your swollen stomach pressed against my own flat one, allowing me to feel your belly getting impossibly tense and tight as another contraction takes over you.

You moan desperately, squirming in pain. I can tell the urge to finally push is getting unbearable. But you try to be good, to hold back - you promised it. To ignore the burning pressure between your legs - your body is screaming at you to give in, to disobey me. But you won't, you're so good for me.

I know you want to push but not yet. Hold them in a little longer, baby.

[i-cant-stop69]

Insanely fast car birth

[donotpush]

Birth of Heracles

this is a commission for @thebabyscomingnow, an erotic retelling of Heracles’ birth! with everything you could wish for: greek mythology, birth denial and hot, difficult labor. hope you enjoy as much as i did :)

The savage movements of the child in her womb were eager to steal moans from Alcmene’s lips. The Princess of Mycenae had become a throbbing, whimpering mess in the sheets of the King’s bed.

Her son was huge. With every little movement, she could feel the weight of the baby pinning her down, making her lose balance. Of course, it must be like father, like son; there was something deep inside her that told her, since the moment she confirmed the new life growing inside her womb, that it was special.

She was the bearer of a beauty that made men weak in the knees and caused women to look twice, and of course that it would catch the eye of unexpected guests into her life.

Being impregnated by the god of gods himself was definitely one of them.

Her water broke the night before. The contractions came and went, remaining in a not very concise wave, varying in pain and intensity as if they were just casual cramps. At some point, the contractions had completely stopped, leaving Alcmene sagging in discomfort and mild agony.

She didn’t know what was worse at this point—to push that baby out or to keep it inside her, the massive weight of it resting on her pelvis.

She was sure it was a boy. It had to be. Vigorous and sturdy, just like his father, her son only proved to be the owner of enviable strength and energy, even in the womb.

***

If there was something Zeus could be proud of, it was every single one of his offspring. And all the tricks and feats he managed to pull just to get it his way. And now, contemplating the beautiful, delicate frame of Alcmene’s body being disrupted by his son, her gravid stomach was almost coarse in comparison with her delicate beauty; more than proud, he was horny.

As the pregnancy progressed, he would only find delight in seeing his unborn child grow. To the surprise of no one, his wife wasn’t as happy as him.

"You bastard! How dare you!?" or something along those lines was the only thing he received when Hera found out, but he was used to Hera's rage.

And jealousy. It seemed that his desire for the fertile body of Alcmene grew in pair with Hera's wrath.

Zeus watched as Alcmene rocked her hips in the air, her naked body glistening under the light of the candles in the room. The way her gravid stomach hung low under her as she swayed back and forth, how she moved with her hips in the air, how she lowered herself against the bed, arching her back and rocking her hips as her gravid stomach pressed against the mattress

He was responsible for making her labor progress as he wished. And Zeus wanted to start easy, to take in every bit and savor it slowly: let Alcmene get used to the feelings slowly.

Let her enjoy every single moment of childbirth as much as she could.

Her water broke after hours of leaking; the contractions were slow, steady, and so far from each other that you wouldn't even consider them labor. The baby was so, so slowly descending in her pelvis that Alcmene would only realize it when her walk turned into a waddle; her calm breathing became sturdy, and her steady sighs became unashamed moans and whimpers.

Zeus was enjoying it. Just at the thought of seeing his child being born, storms would fill Zeus' glistening eyes.

***

Alcemene pulled her legs down to the side of the bed, placing both hands beside her body before taking a deep breath and pushing through to pull herself up. A sigh escaped her lips when she finally managed to stand up, with a hand on the wall to stabilize her. She reached her arm to her lower back for support.

Waddling, she made her way to throw over herself a robe. These days, the only comfort she could find was in letting her sensitive body be bare. At the same moment, her husband made his way into the room.

Amphitryon looked her over. Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled, but her body still carried its own unique grace.

"Tomorrow there is going to be a meeting with all the generals to discuss... important things," Amphitryon announced in the most casual tone, "and I need you there."

This sentence caught Alcmene off guard; usually, she was not asked by her husband to attend meetings; war was not something she was fond of; and she found no interest in politics, but she nodded nonetheless. What her husband said, she did.

"I don’t think..." Her words were interrupted by a small cramp. "Ugh… I don’t think my presence can be any useful."

"A beautiful woman's presence is always good," her husband replied, looking at her over his shoulder. "A good reminder of what we're fighting for, mhm?"

"But…"

Ampythrion turned towards her, smiling lightly as he walked over to place a kiss on her temple. Well, if her presence would be useful, even if it just to boost morale.

"I insist." Amphitryon slid his hand under the robe, pressing against the tender flesh of the gravid stomach. "You have been like this for days. He isn't going to be born tomorrow. We both know this can take days."

Indeed, it didn’t seem like it. Her pleas were interrupted when the man held his finger up in the air, shushing her before starting to make his way out of the room.

"We'll be waiting for you."

***

"I simply cannot believe that you would do this…" The scream echoed in Zeus' ears' "...again!"

The goddess crossed her arms against her chest, stomping her foot against the floor. She was furious and raging with Zeus and with that woman. How could Alcmene be so oblivious about her husband's antics? Wasn't it obvious to everyone?

Well, it is late now. What’s done, it's done. Hera should have complained nine months ago, not now.

For Hera, it was in the way his eyes darkened, the way his lips parted, and the way his hand was clutching tightly to the armrest. Zeus was enjoying it, watching the woman enjoy the fruits of his labor nine months ago.

"Can't you be happy?" He shrugged, "A king is being born today!" Zeus slammed his hand against the armrest. "Son of mine, strong and born to rule!"

"You're enjoying it, don’t you?"

The burning fire in Hera’s eyes became quiet, her gaze wandering in the nothingness for a moment. She had a way better idea than to argue with an old man. Zeus couldn’t care less what her opinion was. But it would serve her right to remain quiet. If he was enjoying Alcemene's labor with such joy, who was she to private him from such a simple pleasure?

Alcmene wasn’t going to give birth. She wasn't going to give Zeus that one pleasure. 

***

"Ilithyia'' Hera's voice rang in her ears, and the gravid goddess turned around to see the face of rage.

Hera was fuming, stomping towards her. Moving a hand behind her back and another under her stomach for support, Ilithyia stood up, waddling to meet Hera with a small smile. The goddess of childbirth, glowing and gravid as always, tended to be a pleasure to deal with for Hera. Only with exceptions, like right now. Hera approached the goddess, grabbing a hold of her shoulders, her fingers digging at the soft skin.

"Alcmene…" Hera began but was unable to finish her sentence.

"Yes! She’s looking forward to giving birth to a wonderful baby boy!" The pregnant woman cheered, rubbing her stomach excitedly.

"Listen," Hera raised her eyebrows, emphasizing every one of her words, "Alcmene won’t give birth today."

Ilithyia frowned in confusion, tilting her head slightly, she remained quiet. She knew better than to question Hera.

Hera released her grip on her shoulders, her mouth set in a thin line as she stepped back.

"This is an order, Ilithyia," the woman said. "Sit down. Under no circumstances, Alcmene can give birth today."

***

Alcmene squirmed, trying to dissimulate her constant shifting and changing positions on the uncomfortable chair with a small cough. Her back was on fire, and the pressure that slowly but surely was forming in her pelvis only grew more and more powerful, almost impossible to ignore now.

She tried all the positions that her body allowed her to contort into to look for a bit of comfort, but she always ended up the same: her legs spread and her head almost thrown back, her huge belly resting between her hips.

She spent a restless night, moving around and groaning and panting. Every time it seemed like things were going to progress, they stopped. No contractions, no need to push—just the uncomfortable weight of the baby’s head resting on her pelvis. 

So against her pleas, her husband still dragged her along to the council meeting.

War, travel, plans and maps. The words of the men in front of her went in one ear and out the other, unable to focus on something that wasn't the sensations cruising through her body. It was a buildup of everything—the unexpected contractions she was unable to predict, the sensitive skin of her taut stomach, the heaviness of her breasts. The way the baby was positioned so, so low that it was painful to do anything.

A drop of sweat traveled down her forehead, falling to stain her dress. She looked down to find that her breasts were leaking, leaving wet patches on her chest.

It was a travesty to find something to wear lately that didn't rub her body in the wrong ways; everything seemed too tight, too harsh, too suffocating. Alcmene had resorted to being naked most of the time, but clearly, a council meeting wasn't good scenery to be like that.

She threw on herself the first thing she found, the chiton specially confected for her. Some other time, it would have been a pleasure to have such genteel fabrics covering her body. But now she despised it.

The fabric was constantly rubbing against her way too sensitive nipples, she was starting to leak. If she had had one more minute to consider her dressing, this wouldn't be happening.

A sharp pain shot through her abdomen. Alcmene hunched forward, one of her hands moving to bury itself under her belly and the other to grip the armrest of the chair.

In front of her, the group of men engrossed in their conversation ceased their conversation in unison, turning their attention to the woman behind them.

"Sorry," Alcmene panted. "Please... continue. Do not mind me."

Amphitryon cleared his throat, gathering the men's attention back to him.

She parted her lips slightly, letting out a slow breath as her hand massaged her womb where she could reach, trying to soothe herself. The pressure between her legs was intensifying.

Until a few hours ago, she was able to try and distract herself from it. She tried to lose herself in thought, counting the cracks in the ceiling and the tiles on the floor, but now it was impossible to ignore. Her body was sending all the signals that she wanted this baby out, and her brain wasn't able to brush them off now. She was in labor, and there was a baby coming.

Alcmene excused herself from the meeting, politely whispering to the woman sitting next to her that she needed a moment to collect herself. Every step to the door felt heavy, each movement was making her entire body ache. She swore she could feel the eyes of everyone burning on her back as she walked away, but when she looked over her shoulder, nobody was staring. Everyone else seemed to be deep in their own thoughts, engrossed in their work.

She stumbled into the hallway. Leaning against the cool stone wall of the hallway, Alcmene took deep breaths, trying to steady herself amidst the waves of pain. The sound of her own heartbeat echoed in her ears, and she closed her eyes, focusing on the rhythm of her breathing.

She realized how wide her legs were forced apart by the massive weight of the baby’s head resting low on her hips and how close it was. Her hands rested over her abdomen, gently massaging the muscles under her skin, trying to relax them and relieve some of the pressure, but she soon found herself panting when another contraction took over.

Alcmene forced herself to take a step, then another, and every moment that passed, it felt as if the baby's head was forcing her lips apart wider.

As soon as she was out of sight, Alcmene’s face contorted into a grimace as she squatted down, her hands turning into fists as she gripped the fabric of her clothes to pull it up her knees and pushed.

Now, it was as if all the progress that she should’ve had in the past hours was coming all over her in one fast and furious wave. It was as if her baby was ready to come out, but her body wasn’t cooperating.

She slid her hand between her legs, tracing the bulging shape of her pussy lips, and a low groan vibrated in her throat. Her shoulders tensed and her knuckles turned white as she gathered all the strength she could think of at the moment, forcing her chin to her chest as she pushed.

Her nails dug into her thighs as she let out a strangled cry. Her eyes squeezed shut and her arms trembled from the effort, but it seemed like she was going nowhere.

"Ughnn!" Alcmene pressed the palm of her hand against the crowning head, and she felt it move slowly for a bit before it slid back inside. "Ah! Ugh…!"

***

"Stand up!"

 "Do not you dare!"

On one side: Hera's voice, on the other: Zeus' screams.

The screaming contest was driving Ilithyia crazy. The goddess of childbirth moved her hand to rub her fertile womb, feeling the life inside of her squirming. Hera was very clear with her order: to prevent Alcmene from giving birth today. But it also meant to face the rage of Zeus for ruining his little party.

Cross-legged, Ilithyia cleared her throat, shifting her hips to accommodate and find a more comfortable position with the imminent life that was coming down her birth canal.

"Ilithyia!" Zeus barked, "Stand up now, you don’t want to face the consequences later!"

The goddess gulped, feeling the familiar pressure that accompanied the impending push start to grow and spread through her body. She looked between Zeus and Hera, her face scrunched up in irresolution.

***

Alcmene felt her whole upper body tense up as she breathed in, closing her eyes and focusing on pushing. She pushed with all her might. Panting, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she couldn’t help but cry out when the weight of the baby moved down her birth canal.

Her knees buckled beneath her, and Alcmene fell to the ground. Her body was trembling with every contraction, hands clutching tightly to the material of her clothes as a loud moan escaped her lips when she finally felt the head, this time moving forward down her entrance with a push.

A bit, just a little inch, but it was enough to make Alcmene let out a loud breath, sighing in relief that this time her efforts were actually doing something. She inhaled again, her hands clenching as she closed her eyes and pushed again, biting her lips to contain a scream.

"Mhgn!"  Her face became red, and sweat was now covering her whole body. "Gods…!"

With a loud groan, her hands pressed against the cold floor as her body tensed in another push, the contractions now piling on top of each other as her body was washed over by an overwhelming urge to push that baby out.

The pain, the pressure. Alcmene gritted her teeth, her eyebrows furrowing as she focused on pushing with all her might with the next contraction that ripped through her stomach.

"Aughn!" Alcmene cried out, her head falling backward as her eyes flew open.

The baby’s head pushed on and stretched her entrance, Alcmene’s legs trembling and treating to close, trying to escape from the pain, from the burning feeling of the head stretching her open.

She remained there, puffing as her chest rose and fell wildly. It was that she wanted to feel the painful stretch of the head coming to its biggest point, but she was afraid to tear if the head came out too fast.

She moved one of her hands over her stomach to grace her fingertips over the shape of the baby’s head. Someone was coming from the other side of the hallway, their footsteps echoing in the air, but everything Alcmene could focus on was the baby crowning between her legs. She had left all decorum and modesty behind a long time ago.

Taking a deep breath in, pulling her chin to her chest and closing her eyes, she pushed. Her hips moved upwards in the air, her forehead resting against the cold floor and her legs trembled as the head slowly made its way out.

With a grunt, her hips jerked upwards again, and she screamed into her clenched fists.

A gush of amniotic liquid rushed out of her, the wet fabric of her gown sticking to her thighs and to her sweaty body. All of her ached, from her sensitive, leaking breasts to the taut skin of her contracting stomach; the worst of it was her crowning pussy. 

Alcmene pushed, every muscle in her body tensing with the effort, and with a gush, the massive head of the baby popped out of her. She gasped, and then she felt the feeling of a warm hand pressing against her lower back.

She tilted her head over her shoulder to find a man kneeling behind her, catching the baby’s head.

Alcmene closed her eyes again, resting her forehead against the floor as she panted heavily. Her lips turned into a thin line to keep the moans contained. Taking a deep breath, she focused on pushing as soon as the next contraction took over. Slowly, the shoulders started to make their way out of her.

"Nhgn!"  Alcmene whimpered, her back arching in an attempt to escape the pain. "Ohhhhhhhh!"

She cried, gripping onto the floor desperately as she gritted her teeth, her body tensing as she pushed again. After what seemed to be an eternity of pushing and squirming, the shoulders were out, and the rest of the baby's body came out.

Alcmene gasped for air, her eyes screwed up as sweat trickled down her temples. 

Breathing hard and fast, she remained there, trying to catch her breath.

Next one? Alcmene opened her eyes, looking around to see what he was talking about, but she was interrupted when another cramp hit her. She grunted, and her eyes opened wide when she felt something coming down her birth canal.

As she felt the mass descend rapidly, Alcmene panted when a contraction hit her again. Soon, she felt that familiar feeling taking over her again: she needed to push. 

Again.

The head of another baby was descending slowly through her birth canal. Faster than the last one, her body seemed to do what she knew, and pushing with every contraction, the head descended faster, crowning in a matter of just a few pushes. 

This one was smaller than its brother.

"Ughn!"  Alcmene groaned loudly when the head stretched her open again, and with a small grunt, she pushed it out. "Ah!"

The rest of the body came out easily, and soon Alcemene found herself holding two small babies against her chest, the two boys sucking frantically at her breasts.

"Alcides...and Iphicles," she whispered to the children. The names sounded strangely beautiful rolling off her tongue.

[bearbirth]

Super sudden egg-pregnancy- as in like, you start to feel pains, while out shopping, ten minutes later you’re rushing to try to get to a bathroom, anywhere, while your stomach swells and swells.. eventually you lock yourself in some random fire escape you’ve found, and struggle to get your clothes off but you can’t get your pants off. The eggs are starting to become too large to keep inside you and your pants are soaked with fluid and you desperately try to get them off as the eggs start pushing out, you’re not in control.

oh god oh god…! The first egg is ready at my entrance. I hurry out towards the exit as I try to beat the time between my contractions. I knew this experiment was a bad idea before I had to go shopping. I feel my belly contract and cry out. “N-No! No please wait just a LIIIIIITTLE longer!” I push a little, the egg just starting to bulge out inside my soaked underwear.

I get outside, an alarm buzzing behind me. That’s when I collapse onto my hands and knees. I’m pushing, the egg crowing in my pants. “OHHHHHH GOOOOD!!! ITS HUGE!! ITS STUUUUCL HEEEELP!” I scream as the egg is stuck crowing as my pants keep it in. I try pulling them down but I’m weak, pushing, and my legs are spread. I read back as someone comes out, gasping when they see me giving birth. Suddenly I scream, pushing again. “ITS COMINGGGGGG!!” The egg spreads my slit wide open, then slips out into my underwear. I’m sobbing as the person tries to help get me up. I don’t have time. The next egg comes down and I’m pushing again. “NNNGHHHH!!! HOOOO HOOOOOO!! GGRHHHHHHHHH!!” Im pushing the next egg into a crown within seconds. “GAAAAAAHHHH OH GOD IT HURTS MAKE IT STOP!!” I scream in pain as the egg pushing out and slides into my pants as well..

Only 5 more to go!

[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.

[birthfan]

Important meeting

Claire had always been a career focused woman; whenever she had to make a choice and the alternative was work related she wouldn't even think twice about it, that's how she lost her husband, he couldn't deal with her ignoring him in favour of another meeting or work event, so he left, but not before leaving Claire a little gift.

"Huuu will you two settle down" the woman scolded the twins in her belly as if they could actually hear her, Claire sighed as she rubbed it to help soothe the discomfort, it had been 8 months since her husband left and 7 since she realised she was pregnant.

Her due date was a week ago but unfortunately the babies decided they had to stay in a little longer, Claire was sick of being pregnant, she couldn't wait to have them out of her so that at work everything could go back to normal, she hated all the extra attention people gave her, always asking if she was fine or if she needed anything, god it was soo annoying.

When they gave her the opportunity for maternity leave she immediately shut that down, she wouldn't let something as trivial as babies growing in her from stopping her from pursuing her career, she intended to work till she had to push them out.

Claire grunted as she felt a tightening sensation over her belly "hnnng you fuckers better stay in there till tomorrow evening, huu I can't miss the meeting"; the board of directors had been considering various employees to join them, Claire was one of them, and tomorrow she would have to be there at all costs.

The brunette undressed and prepared for bed, she wanted to go to sleep early tonight so she could be in her best form, her massive belly kept feeling weird but she gave it no mind just attributing to the twins being active, as she laid in bed rubbing her belly she slowly began to feel herself drift off into sleep.

A strong feeling of tightness in her belly woke Claire up "hnnng fuuuck" she groaned as she sat up on her bed, that was definitely a contraction. As she rubbed her belly she saw that her alarm had already gone off "Shit!! Gotta get ready" she exclaimed as she got up as quickly as she could.

As Claire dressed herself she felt another contraction hit her, it had been less than ten minutes since the last one. There was no doubt about it, she was definitely in labour "hmmm you fuckers won't make me miss this meeting".

Claire rushed down the stairs clutching her labouring belly as she checked the time "alright mmnng should still be able to catch the last bus" she said to herself. As she exited her apartment complex she quickly ran towards the bus stop, just barely making it.

Thankfully her office was only two stops away so in about ten minutes she made it, and she had only two contractions during the ride. She rushed towards the elevator and pressed the button, and as soon as she reached her floor she bolted towards her desk.

Claire panted both from exhaustion and from the pain of her labour as she leaned over her desk. "Hooo hooo mnnnnng fuck, y-you little shits better stay in there" she whispered to her babies as she clutched her belly.

"Hey hey look who made it" Claire turned around to see Jane a colleague and professional annoyance. The pregnant lady scoffed as she sat down on her chair it barely holding her weight as the annoying woman leaned on the entrance to her cubicle.

"You were taking so long I thought you'd popped and had to skip the meeting" Jane said feigning disinterest, Claire waved her away as her other hand rubbed her belly "in your dreams Jane, I'm getting that position no matter what".

Jane chuckled "we'll see mama, we'll see, the meeting is in an hour, hope your baby can wait that long" "babies!" Claire corrected her as her colleague went back to her own cubicle. God she hated that woman, always trying to one up her and sucking up to the bosses, she was insufferable.

Claire tried to distract herself by working as she waited for the meeting to start, the hour felt endless as her contractions were getting stronger and closer together. It was now only fifteen minutes until the meeting, she decided to go to the bathroom so that she wouldn't need to leave the room later.

As Claire waddled towards the bathroom she felt a growing pressure inside of her, but she tried to ignore it. As she sat down on the toilet and unzipped her pencil skirt she felt her strongest contraction yet causing a pained whimper to escape her lips, immediately after she felt fluids gush out of her womanhood soaking her underwear "fuck! No no no not now" she cried out as she felt an increase in pressure.

Claire breathed deeply as she tried to calm herself "hooo hooo, I don't need to freak out, I might still have time" she whispered to herself before standing back up. Fortunately since she had removed her skirt it was dry and clean, but unfortunately her panties were drenched and smelled of birth fluids, so she quickly flushed them down the toilet before heading out of the bathroom.

As Claire went out into the hallway she saw Jane and some of her other colleagues head towards the meeting room, it was time. Everyone entered the room as their bosses pointed them towards their seats.

Claire sat down she heard Mr Smith their local manager start speaking "alright everyone seems to be here. So as you all know we will be reviewing your presentations on how to improve our company's earnings for our next fiscal year. We've decided to review them in alphabetical order."

Claire silently cursed, god of course, why did her last name have to be Zumperly. But before she could even finish her thought condemning the order of the alphabet a contraction hit her causing her to clench her teeth, she needed to push.

Maybe if she just gave a small push it would help relieve the pressure, so as soon as everyone was distracted she gave a small weak push "mnn" a small whimper escaped her lips as she tried her best to not scream from the pain.

As Claire let out small breaths to regain energy she noticed that the person sat in front of her was Jane, who was thankfully busy rereading her notes as her first colleague showed their presentation. She hoped Jane wouldn't be a problem as she was the one right before her, but at least for now she was too worried with her presentation.

"Typical, she has to reread everything at the last minute" Claire thought to herself right before another contraction caused her to wince. Her first baby's head was pressing against her cervix and the need to push was unbearable, but she bit her lip and tried her best not to push "hmm".

The small moan escaping the labouring woman's lips caused Jane to perk up her head to see her rival struggling "oh fuck is she in labour?" She thought to herself as Claire breathed out and went back to pretending to listen to her colleagues' presentation, she wouldn't be surprised if she'd give birth right here, she had always put work before everything else.

As Claire's boss called the next person she felt something poke at her shin, she looked in front of her to see Jane writing something on a piece of paper and sliding it towards her. It read "are you having your baby right now? You know I was joking earlier" Claire scoffed and wrote her answer on the piece of paper and slid it back to Jane.

The woman opened the piece of paper to read "none of your business". "Of course she'd say that if she was in labour" she thought to herself as she wrote on another piece of paper. As Jane wrote she heard a whimper coming from Claire who was clenching her fists as she shifted uncomfortably and bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

Claire felt her baby's head enter her birth canal without her pushing as her body contracting made her want to scream, as the contraction ended she felt another piece of paper hit her hand, it read "you have to go to the hospital".

Claire began furiously writing her answer before throwing the piece of paper at Jane, some of their colleagues turned around for a second as they heard the sound of paper being thrown. Jane opened the ball of paper to read "you'd love that wouldn't you, so that you can steal my promotion, now stop bothering me!!"

As Jane gave up on trying to help Claire the labouring woman decided to distract herself from her woes by focusing on her colleagues' presentations "heh everyone is going for such banal and shortsighted plans, I've got this" she thought to herself doing her best to not think about the baby slowly descending her birth canal.

Claire wanted to scream, these presentations just wouldn't end and her contractions were getting unbearable, she had to push. Her boss called Jane which was a small relief as after her rival it'd be her turn finally.

As Jane began her presentation Claire's eyes went wide, she felt her lips begin to slowly bulge out "hmmmm fuck not now baby please" she whispered and groaned as she fought the urge to yell from pain. It definitely didn't help that her rival's presentation rivaled her own.

While Jane kept going with her presentation Claire started giving small pushes hoping to help with the pain, but while the pain of her contractions lessened a strong burning sensation was beginning to form on her puffy lips as her firstborn's head began to stretch them apart.

Claire bit down on her lip to not scream, the taste of blood filling her mouth as she heard Jane concluding her presentation.

"Excellent job miss Yang, so far without a doubt the best presentation yet. Miss Zumperly, it's your turn now, we've been looking forward to see what you have to say." Claire's boss said.

Claire nodded as she slowly stood up her thighs being forced apart by the head spreading her lips as she waddled towards the whiteboard. "S-so as you ah-all know our pr-hm-profits have been hnnn" she tried to talk through the pain before her boss interrupted her.

"Miss Zumperly are you alright" Mr Smith asked seeing Claire struggle "J-just peachy Mr Smiiiiiiioooooooooooh gooood" her answer was interrupted by the sudden need to push and her giving in as her baby's head painfully stretched her lips.

The executives in the room started to panic as Claire kept moaning in pain while leaning on the wall, before Jane intervened "She's in labour, does anyone know how to help?" The room shrugged collectively being full of middle aged men that had only ever heard their wives talk about it in retrospect.

Jane scoffed while Claire pushed again "haaaaaa mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhh" she tried her best not to let out an ear piercing scream as her baby reached a full crown, tears streaming down her face as her lips felt like a rubber band close to snapping.

Jane quickly dialed 911 while the executives either went out of the meeting room or stayed with a shocked expression on their face "we are in need of an ambulance right now!! A colleague of mine just went into labour and-" she was interrupted by Claire screaming as she pushed again "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HAAAA haaa hooo hooo" the head popping out of her with fluids spraying all over her ruined pencil skirt making it visible in-between her fat thighs.

"Oh fuck she pushed the head out!! Please hurry up we're in the office building on 51st street on the 12th floor!" Jane concluded quickly throwing her phone aside and going to hold her colleague's baby as it's head dangled out of her sore womanhood.

Claire took deep breaths and held on to the filing cabinet as she prepared herself for the next contraction "P-please hooo catch them" she stuttered out to her rival. Jane nodded before Claire bore down to push with all her might.

"Hnnnggggggaaaaaaaaaaaah haaaaa" the woman yelled and groaned as she pushed her firstborn into her colleague's arms, birth fluids leaking out of her soaking the carpeted floor even more.

As Jane handed Claire her baby the now mother catched her breath while nursing her son "I gotta get to the reception, it'll take forever for them to get all the equipment on the elevator" she said referring to the ambulance crew that her colleague called.

Before Jane could rebut Claire started hurrying towards the elevator, already feeling her second baby pass through her cervix, with every step she took her baby slipped lower and lower as everyone looked at her as she held a baby in her arms with the umbilical cord still hanging out of her.

Claire found herself in the middle of the cubicles as she felt a really strong contraction, this time she immediately gave in to the urge almost involuntarily,she suddenly squatted causing a loud ripping sound to be heard, she looked down to see her tight pencil skirt ripped in half as it slipped off her legs exposing her puffy red womanhood to all her colleagues.

But she had no time to feel embarrassed as she had to push "nnnnnnnnggggghhh haaaa" she panted as her pussy bulged painfully once again, her hand slipping down towards her lips to try to help them stretch.

As people began to gather around Claire her rival reached her, making her way through the crowd she reached the labouring business woman "Do you need help to reach the elevator?" Jane asked as she lowered herself to the squatting mother's height.

Claire nodded and slowly pulled herself up holding on to her colleague as they both slowly walked towards the elevator "hmmm nnngghh" the labouring woman moaned as her lips began to slowly open up again.

As they entered the elevator Jane pushed the ground floor button while Claire bit her lip and kept breastfeeding her newborn "hooo th-thanks b-but why hnnng are you helping me?" She asked her rival, to which she responded "I mean I do want the same position that you do but I'm not heartless, even if you might think otherwise"

Claire grunted as she gave a small push causing her lips to open up more and more "hmmmm" Jane knelt in-between her colleague's legs and pressed on her perineum to help prevent tearing "and also I might find myself in the same situation in a few months" she said.

Claire looked at her once rival and said "oh! Well hooo congratulations I guess, it's n-not hnnng easy" Jane chuckled "yeah well I can see that", Claire smiled lightly before feeling a contraction and pushing with it "hooooooooooo mmnnnnnnggggAAAAAAH" she yelled as her baby crowned.

Jane's hands went to help her colleague's lips stretch as she pushed "this baby seems a bit bigger than its brother" she said as Claire leaned on the elevator door absentmindedly just before hearing a ding followed by a robotic voice saying "ground floor"

As the cold metal doors opened Claire fell backwards only to be quickly caught by Jane, the event caused most people at the reception to turn towards the awkward pair as the thick half naked office lady moaned.

"Huuuuuu goood it hurts so bad" she said as the baby's head came out about halfway, Jane tried her best to help Claire back up only for her to squat down, as the less pregnant of the two was about to rebut she heard sirens approaching the building.

Jane quickly stood up and said "wait right there" before sprinting towards the entrance, Claire didn't even process what was said as she had to focus on pushing "hoooooooooooaaaaaaaah" her moan turned into a yell that echoed through the reception as her second baby's head came out of her.

She was squatting so low that head almost touched the now wet floor. As Claire gathered strength for her next push she heard a commotion as Jane and two paramedics ran towards her, but before she could say anything the strongest contraction she ever felt hit her.

"HMMNMAAAAAAAAH OOOOH GOD FUUUCK" she yelled as the baby's shoulders stretched her beyond belief causing her to tear. A paramedic quickly grabbed her firstborn from her arms allowing them to go to her battered womanhood as she yelled, while the other quickly went to hold the second baby as it slipped out of her.

As Claire finally felt the relief of her birth canal finally emptying she laid on the ground panting, while the paramedics cut her babies' cords and cleaned them up, Jane approached her and jokingly asked "you ready for that presentation now?" To which Claire chuckled "of course just tell the board of directors to reach me in my hospital room."

Hey everyone sorry this took so long, I hope you all enjoy it

[dombreederalt]

I would love to go through a cryptic pregnancy with a partner. People say they really didn’t realize they were knocked up when it happens in real life … so I assume neither of us would be able to tell. Maybe you develop a slightly softer belly, but the lack of other symptoms makes us both unaware that my baby has taken root inside you. 9 months of unnoticed gestation leading up to a labor you’re extremely unprepared for. Maybe we’re just chilling at home, or we could be in public or on a long car ride when you suddenly start feeling cramps. Wondering out loud if it was something you ate or just a random twinge. Feeling the panic as 1 cramp turns into 2 or 3 … you’d be moaning and whining as we both try and figure out what to do. Suddenly it’s too late and the cramps start to overlap as something shifts inside of you and starts to move down. A heavy mass locking itself into your pelvis. Your waters breaking and soaking your pants with a gasp from the both of us. Instincts take over as you start feeling the urge to bear down and push. Still confused about what’s going on. Imagine the surprise when you finally pull down your pants and reveal that mass starting to bulge your crotch. Imagine how crazy it would be if I had to frantically pull over to support your straining hole as it opens for our surprise. Pulling back your legs as you push, a dark teardrop quickly forming between your lips. Another push and you crown, straining for a moment before something pops out

Fuck … it’s a head

[pumpkinbirth]

Build a Birth prompt

🤰1️⃣🚗(no laying down)🛑👖

"H-haahh...come on, just w-wait..." I begged through grit teeth, one of my hands firmly pressed between my legs as I drove. While saving on the cost of an ambulance seemed like a smart idea at first, I was now thoroughly regretting it.

It seemed like everywhere was experiencing road work today, and after so many detours I wasn't even sure if I was getting any closer to the hospital. All the while my labor progressed much faster than I thought it would, and even though I was doing all I could not to push it still felt like I was on the verge of crowning any second.

Both my pants and the seat were uncomfortably wet, and it felt like small spurts of my water kept coming with every contraction. Those were getting so close together now, to the point where I'd been honked at more than once as I was distracted by breathing through them at stoplights.

"Mnhhh...fuck, it's coming I can't--!" Anxiety filled my voice as I looked around, making sure the way was clear before I crossed lanes on the freeway. The urge was just too powerful, too much to ignore or force back any longer.

As soon as I pulled over I unbuckled my seatbelt, which had been uncomfortably digging into my belly during the whole drive. Before I could do anything else I was wracked with a fresh contraction, and I wailed helplessly through the pain.

"W-wait, please, I--" I tried to shift my leggings down, but it seemed like my body could only focus on one task at a time, so I relented and pushed hard, hoping that'd make it go by faster. Instead, my heart raced as I felt my lips parting, the crotch of my leggings beginning to bulge slightly outward.

"O-oh god its coming it's r-right there...!" I spread my legs as wide as I could in the drivers seat, hitching my knee up on the center console as I pushed again, more liquid gushing from my laboring cunt and dripping onto the floormat. The fabric between my legs stretched further out, and I squealed with effort as I struggled to give birth. All at once the pressure reached its peak, and my ruined leggings bagged out as my baby was finally born.

It looked like I had saved on the cost of the hospital, as well.

[fappinreborn]

Story prompt:

A girl is graduating highschool. She has been hiding her pregnancy from everyone, trying to act like it's not happening, but for the whole ceremony the contractions have been building. As they start handing out diplomas, she starts feeling the desperate urge to push. It's too late to leave but it's getting harder and harder to fight it.

Graduation Baby

Valerie was a highschool student that is one of the unfortunate few who got knocked up during her senior high school year. She was good at hiding it wearing baggy sweaters when her belly began really showing, convincing everyone in her high school that she's not pregnant.

All of that culminated to this day. In the ceremony, she was wearing tight sweatpants and and shirt, covered by her graduation robe, covering the whole body. While her belly is on the small side, Her belly was still swelling, protruding out of her petite body. She has been having contractions since this morning and thought of it as just minor stomach problems. Yet, the contractions continued to get worse, especially since she broke her waters in the toilet.

She saw the classes began standing up to receive their diplomas and her class was the last on the line. At the same time, she began feeling this urge to push. Her body began pushing her offspring that she had kept hidden from her high school.

"Ngh... not now..." She said to herself quietly. She closed her legs while she waits for her class to stand up, but the baby inside her has moved down with each contraction and landed at her opening before her class gets called.

"Oh.... fuck...." She tried to fight the urge but the head was starting to crown. Her hand went underneath the robe and she reached down to feel the head starting to part the vagina, her sweatpants starting to bulge out. She took deep breaths and pushed the baby back in and closed her legs tighter. even crossing her legs to lock it in.

When her class was finally called, she had to stand up and wait in line. Her legs naturally opens up and the baby began crowning underneath her dress. She tried to hold in the urge but the head kept moving downwards with each step.

Halfway through her class, she pulled her hand inside her robe again to feel the bulging head. The baby was fully crowning by this time, held back by the pants and panties. "I can't push... not yet..." She said to herself. She finally reached the stairs to step on the stage. The urge to push was too much and with a quick push, the baby's head popped out of her. She felt the huge head dangling between her legs, the sweatpants working overtime to hold the baby.

She slowly climbed up the stairs, feeling the head brushing against her thighs before waddling towards the principal.

"Congratulations." The principal said. "T-Thank you..." Valerie said, grabbing the diploma.

Valerie tried to waddle off the stage and get out, but the next contraction hits too hard and she doubled over, falling to on all fours. The cameras are watching her and she finally snapped, the urge consuming her and making her push and scream.

"OH GOD IT'S COMING OUT!!" She screamed as she pulled the robe and showing the public her hidden secret. Her hands tried to get the pants off, but the contraction was too much. She pushed hard, feeling the shoulders pop out and the baby inside her slid out of her into her pant leg, while everyone in the audience were shocked and the teachers scrambled to help her out.

Valerie, with the help of the teachers, pulled the baby out of her pants into her lap. Chaos ensued and the students were forced out while the ambulance was called to help her. She was escorted out of the school into the nearby hospital. She rested along the way with the baby in her arms, just glad that it's over...

[cinwritesbirth]

Imagine after months of trying to get all your friends together on one night for a movie marathon, you finally pull it off- only of course the morning you're getting ready for everyone to come over you start having contractions. Everyone made plans for this, some took off work, you won't be the one to ruin the day. So you just ignore it. Besides, most of the evening everyone will be looking at the movie, not you.

No one's gonna notice you grimacing and trying to breathe through contractions.

No one's gonna notice your legs falling open under the blanket on your lap.

No one's gonna notice the pillow you have wedged against the massive head doing its best to crown between your legs.

No one's gonna notice you trying to breathe through the need to push.

At least, not until your concentration slips for a second and the head pops out of you with a gush, making you moan.

[casuallybirthing]

Pregnancy #11 (Story time)

Apologies for not posting in a while, life got busy and couldn't post in a while. But I did had a couple babies.

This one happened like 2 weeks ago. It was the afternoon at work when my belly began to grow rapidly. My clothes were fairly loose, but the belly made them tight. I was going to go get changed, but I realized that I hadn't restocked my spares and ran out of maternity clothes for work.

Worse, it felt like the baby is coming when the office hour was over, so I waddled quickly into the car, the baby felt like it was starting to go down the canal as I reached the car.

I decided not to risk it this time around and went to the backseat of the car and delivered the baby there. I unbuttoned my shirt to let my belly and breasts loose, but couldn't even get my work pants off as I began to push.

My pants and panties were tight as I felt the head began to crown. I pushed hard, letting the crown become more pronounced with each contraction. The head was big and stretching my pants until I felt the head fully crowning.

I took a deep breath and felt the head bulging my work pants before pushing again and felt the head popped out. I waited for the next contraction before pushing again, while guiding the head to come into my pant leg.

At the next push, the shoulders popped out and the baby slid out of me. I pulled the baby out of me before finally getting out of the backseat and into the driver's seat.

Once the adrenaline wears off, I finally drove off work, with the newborn baby in tow.

[bellcollartiger]

one thing i think about a lot in fantasies involving myself is trying to hold back birthing a massive litter (10 or even more) of babies and failing and then desperately giving birth where i am. trying so hard not to give birth and then being unable to do anything but, the pleasure overtaking me as i desperately push and cum my babies out right there, moaning with relief and release as each one spills out of me into my or my partner's hands, able to feel every inch of our babies as they're born because of how sensitive holding them in made me

even better if i tried holding them back with my pants only for it to not matter and for me to push and cum and scream in ecstasy as it only prolongs the birth, not stops it, making the baby stimulate me more until finally, finally it pushes my underwear aside and the baby slips free torturously slowly, every part of it dragging against my abused walls and pussy, only finally being born as i scream and cum, first from the pleasure of birth, and then with relief when it's out

and then triply better if i feel the next baby slide into place as i'm birthing the one before it, so i'm just helplessly pushing, cumming them out back to back, locked in pleasure and unable to stop

[bearbirth]

You know those agricultural expos where you can watch a cow give birth? What if that, but a cowgirl instead? And she's enjoying all of the attention *very* much. All of those people, here just to see her have her calf? She'd better give them a good show~

I just saw this and it’s been on my mind all day!! I love cow girls~! Let’s do this!!

“Mooooooo!” I can hear labored mooing and moans in the stalls next to me. I’m a breed cow girl, made to birth stronger cows for farms. Most of the other heifers don’t enjoy giving birth, but secretly I do. My short brown hair contrasts nicely with my white ears and tail. I have on a skimpy little cow print bikini and that’s it. My large belly is swollen with a calf that is too large for a normal human to carry. I rub my belly gently, I’ve been in labor since the night before. I walk around my pen, doing little stretches as onlookers watch.

“Mmmrooooooo….!”

I moo out in pain as a sudden contraction hits me. I lean up against a mount made for me to hold onto. As I breathe through it, my water pops. A fluids trickle out of me but I don’t seem to notice at all. I’m too into the process. The calf is coming NOW. The people watching start to gather when they realize what’s going on. It won’t be long till I’m pushing out a huge calf.

“Hoooo… hooooooooo…”

Half an hour after the water broke and I’m breathing hard. The half’s head has passed through my cervix. It’s massive. I’m blushing so hard as people take photos. I’m waddling around, mooing and moaning loudly. My tail flicks happily as I’m watched. I just love the attention birthing gets me.

“MOOOOOOOO!!!!!” I bear down again, the body coming down now. With how large the full sized calf is the head is forced to my entrance. My skin bulges out and I am now forced to squat while holding the bar. My legs shake, I’m excited. More people are watching.

“M-Mroooo! MOOOOOOOO MROOOOOOOOO!!” I push again, mooing as the snout of the calf pushes out. The head follows fast as it crowns causing me to scream my moo’s instead. I look back, seeing everyone watching my entrance stretch. “Mmhhh~! Mooooooo!!!!” I give it another push, wiggling my little butt like I’m trying to get the head out. It’s so painful~! It slips out with a gush of fluids. But that was the easy part. A contraction rips through me soon after and I squat again. The body is massive. I sob and cry, my hips bouncing which makes the bell collar I have in jingle. The body slowly begins to stretch me open. But it’s slow and painful. People are filming me and praising me for my work. I can’t help but push again even without a contraction, my tail moving up to show the body slipping out.

“NNNNRRROOOOOO MRRRRHHHH GAHHH!” I yelp as the massive calf slides out of me. People are cheering. I turn around and do a little polite bow, smiling happily as I sit down to nurse my new calf.

[feralkat]

🫄2️⃣🚎🛑👖💦

The first build-a-birth prompt that came in and oh my God was it fun to write holy shit lol.

It got so long that I decided to split it into two parts, though 😅 so here's part one lmao. Also there will be twins - Atlas just doesn't know they've got twins in there so part two is gonna be pretty wild for them lol.

Word Count: 2.8k

Characters Used: Atlas (nonbinary afab OC) & Fen (cis-male OC)

WARNINGS: nonbinary character giving birth, birth denial, clothing birth, public birth, orgasm during labor. Also - I do use AFAB terms to describe the characters' genitalia so please be aware of that.

If it weren't already obvious, this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

Everyone had joked about how Atlas would end up going into labor during their baby-moon despite being only 36 weeks along. By the end of it they were beginning their 37th week, but even so their due date wasn't for three more weeks so it was easy to laugh those concerns off.

Except Atlas had been feeling increasingly more intense contractions since they left their hotel that morning that they were trying to brush off as Braxton hicks contractions.

At least until a small gush of fluid left a size-able damp spot on Atlas' leggings and made them realize they couldn't stay in denial for much longer about what was happening.

They were in labor.

Though, technically, labor didn't start during the baby-moon itself.

No, it started as they were leaving.

Now they were several hours away from the next stop and even further away from home where Atlas had everything set up to have a nice, relaxing, empowering birth with just themselves and their husband.

"Shit," Atlas grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in the seat and pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the window as he felt a contraction start.

"Babe? You alright?"

Atlas glanced over at their husband, hazel eyes peaking out from behind blue and green dyed bangs. "My water broke," they mumbled in an exhale, taking in another deep breath and squeezing their eyes shut as they felt the pressure deep inside their pelvis drop even lower.

"Oh... Oh!" Fen exclaimed, having taken a moment to fully comprehend what Atlas said. "Guess those weren't just Braxton hicks contractions, huh?" Fen chuckled nervously, reaching over to take Atlas' hand.

"Yeah, guess not," Atlas sighed as the contraction passed.

"Do you think we'll make it home?" Fen asked, "If not I can look at hotels around the next stop. It won't be home but at least it won't be on a bus."

"Um," Atlas paused, thinking back to when the contractions first started around 10AM. It was nearly 6PM now, but for the majority of the time the contractions weren't too bad. The last half hour or so, Atlas had noticed growing pressure against his hips and lower back but assumed it was from the not-very-comfy bus seats. But then their water broke and that pressure had gotten worse without the cushion. "I don't know," they answered after a few seconds.

"Okay, how about... I'll book us a hotel near the next stop just in case and we'll reassess once we get there," Fen offered.

Atlas nodded their approval of the plan, grateful for Fen's ability to think logically even in panic-inducing moments.

Over the next two hours, Fen gently coached Atlas through contraction after contraction. The deep rumble of his voice, strong hand holding Atlas', and his general presence helped immensely to keep Atlas calm and focused despite everything else.

At some point Fen pushed the armrest between them out of the way so Atlas could lean on him, making for a much comfier position than sitting upright like they had been.

"There's... a lot of pressure," Atlas said between softly panted breaths. "I don't think it'll be much longer," they added.

"Okay, we should be at the stop soon," Fen reassured, draping an arm over Atlas' shoulders to gently rub circles against Atlas' swollen stomach. "Then we can go straight to the hotel and have this baby like we planned," Fen said, voice dipping into a low purr against Atlas' ear.

It made a shiver go down Atlas' spine, clit throbbing and making them aware of exactly how aroused they already were just from Fen talking to them and giving them instructions - even if those instructions were mainly how and when to breathe.

God, Atlas wished they were home.

A contraction brought Atlas out of their thoughts, making them tense until Fen reminded them to relax and breathe through it.

That was getting really hard, but Atlas made an effort. They took in a deep breath, trying to relax their body as much as they could as they let that breath out slowly.

"Again, babe, do it again," Fen urged, reaching down to massage the outside of Atlas' thigh where the muscles were still all tense.

"Ngh," Atlas grunted as they sucked in another breath, screwing their eyes shut as the contraction peaked and the pressure between their hips increased tenfold. Hardly even realizing it, they found themselves bearing down against it for the remainder of the contraction.

Once it was done, Atlas shifted to reposition so they were leaning back against Fen, one foot up on the seat and the other on the floor. The position let them spread their thighs a bit more and they moaned softly when they felt that pressure drop deep into their pelvis. "H-Hey, Fen," they mumbled, unable to help but rock their hips a little, "I think I have to push."

Fen didn't reply right away, lifting his head to glance around the bus first. There weren't many people, thankfully, and it seemed like they'd be getting to the bus stop soon but neither of them were sure if it'd be soon enough. "Okay. We're almost to the stop and the hotel is just around the corner from there. Try to breathe through it until we get there," Fen instructed, calm aside from a slight tremble to his otherwise even voice.

"I'll try, but..." Atlas trailed off, feeling their midsection tighten in another strong contraction.

"You got this, love. I know it's hard, I know you want to push but let's breathe through it," Fen cooed, his voice low and lips brushing against Atlas' ear as he spoke. "Feel the pressure, notice it and accept it as you breathe," he instructed, taking slow even breaths for Atlas to follow.

"Yeah, 'm feeling th-the pressure," Atlas groaned in one quick exhale, screwing their eyes shut and trying their best to match Fen's breathing. What really got them through the intense heavy pressure urging them to push, though, was focusing on Fen's fingers rubbing their thigh.

"You're doing so good sweet-tart," Fen rumbled, "Focus on my voice and we'll get through this."

Atlas nodded, unable to answer as they tried not to make a lot of noise. They could feel that heaviness shift and move down, knowing the baby's head was fully engaged and working its way through their cervix by now.

"You've got this, babe, doing so good for me," Fen purred as the contraction peaked.

There was only so much Atlas could do, though, when the contractions were doing enough to work the baby down through their cervix even without them pushing.

Just as the contraction was ending, there was a loud 'boom' and the bus jolted, tires screeching as it came to a very sudden stop.

Within half a second of the sound, Fen had both arms wrapped tight around Atlas and didn't loosen his grip until the bus was completely stopped.

"Fuck, Atlas are you okay?" Fen asked, calm facade breaking for a moment as panic crept into his voice.

"Yeah, I think so," Atlas answered, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm their racing heart. "Are you?"

"Yeah," Fen nodded, pressing a kiss against the top of Atlas' head.

"Sorry, folks!" the bus driver exclaimed, "Sounds like a tire gave up on us. The station has already been notified, though and someone should be here within the hour to fix us up."

Fen and Atlas sat in silence for a few seconds as that information sunk in. There was no way Atlas was going to make it through an extra hour - they were cutting it extremely close anyway.

"Fen," Atlas mumbled, tilting their head to look at their husband, "I don't know if... if we'll make it."

A small frown tugged at Fen's lips before he slowly answered, "Should we call an ambulance?"

"No," Atlas snapped, panic rising at just the mention of going to a hospital - especially one that was away from their home town that Atlas had never been to.

They've had enough medical trauma and shitty doctors to give them a lifetime of distrust for hospitals.

"Okay - That's okay," Fen reassured, finding one of Atlas' hands to hold. "Let's still try to breathe through it and we'll see how far we get."

"'Kay," Atlas grunted, hand tightening around Fen's as pain and pressure overwhelmed them.

The next couple of contractions went similarly, Atlas following Fen's instructions while trying to keep themselves quiet even as the pressure kept moving lower. It was getting difficult, though, especially when the intensity of the pressure didn't lessen at all after the most recent contraction ended.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Nghhh," Atlas whined, squirming against Fen as they tried to find some sort of position that wouldn't be as terrible. "So much pressure," they complained, arching their back a little before collapsing against Fen with a defeated whine.

"I could give you a distraction, if you want," Fen offered, one of his hands trailing down over Atlas' swollen stomach to rub against the inside of their thigh before gently trailing over the seam of their leggings.

"Ah!" Atlas gasped at the unexpected sensation, their clit already swollen and sensitive from how Fen had been talking before. "Please," they said in a rush of air, thighs twitching open more.

Taking a glance around, Fen slipped his hand into Atlas' leggings once he was sure no one would see. "There you go, sweets, just focus on my hand and my voice," Fen encouraged, quickly finding Atlas' swollen clit and slowly rubbing circles over it.

Dropping his head back against Fen's shoulder, Atlas bit back a moan. It did help, though, able to focus on a different sensation rather than pain and pressure. "Sh-shit," Atlas groaned as another contraction hit and Fen sped up his fingers as it peaked. The pleasure took the edge off of the pain but stood no chance against easing the pressure and urges to push that Atlas felt. "Ngh! Ah, f-fuck," Atlas grunted as the contraction peaked.

Fen was telling them to pant through it, suck in air and then blow it out, do whatever they could just so they weren't holding their breath. That was hard, though, and Atlas found themselves giving little pushes with every forced exhale.

They didn't have a choice in the matter and fuck did it feel good to give in a little bit.

It was only after the contraction ended that Atlas realized on top of the pressure there was a new sensation just below their cervix - like they were being stretched and filled to their breaking point.

Everything was so intense, though, Atlas couldn't even say anything about it. They were reduced to a squirming, whimpering mess as the pleasure warred with the discomfort and that urge to push completely overtook them when their abdomen tightened again.

And Atlas was right - it felt so good to finally do what their body wanted them to.

Between that and Fen's fingers moving expertly over their clit, Atlas found themselves on the verge of an orgasm as they gasped in a breath and pushed.

That's what did it, Atlas unable to help but cry out and buck their hips as the orgasm washed over them even as their body kept bearing down.

By the time Atlas was coming down from that absolutely incredible orgasm, they could feel that that heaviness had completely filled their cunt and they were sure if they pushed just a little more that their lips would start to bulge and part.

"Oh my God, are you having a baby?!"

The shrill voice of a concerned stranger made Atlas' face go bright red, realizing she probably had heard them cumming just now.

Fen didn't remove his hands from Atlas' leggings which made Atlas' face burn even brighter as Fen tried to reassure the worried passenger.

Atlas was past the point of being able to speak coherently, though, especially as another contraction started not even seconds later.

"Oh - Ah - Nghh - No," Atlas whined as quietly as they could, their body now pushing without their consent. "Oh God, oh God. Fen!" Atlas gasped, feeling their hole start to stretch as the baby's head started to inch out.

But Fen was still trying to convince the lady - and now several other worried passengers - not to call 911 because they had it handled and that Atlas didn't want to go to the hospital.

Groaning through gritted teeth, Atlas felt the baby's head slide back in as the contraction ended. But they didn't get that relief for long, their contractions almost on top of each other by now.

Atlas hardly even noticed the small crowd that had gathered around their seat, all of their focus on trying (and partially failing) not to push again.

It didn't make much of a difference, though.

The baby's head was slowly making its way through. Every contraction brought it out further and further even though it always slipped back in as soon as the contractions were over.

At least until it didn't.

Unable to speak, Atlas grabbed Fen's wrist and moved his hand down just enough that he'd be able to feel the way Atlas' lips were bulging and the baby's head peaking out through them.

Atlas felt Fen's whole body tense for a moment, words faltering as he tried to soothe everyone who was trying to call an ambulance.

Then, he regained composure and with two fingers spread Atlas' lips just a little further so he could press his hand against the baby's head. With that position, Fen incidentally had the ball of his hand pressed firmly against Atlas' sensitive clit which sent entirely conflicting sensations through their body again.

As the next contraction came, Atlas found themselves unintentionally grinding against Fen's hand as they moved their hips in little circles like they had been this whole time.

And it felt so fucking good but also way too intense at the same time and Atlas couldn't hold back their moans, grunts, and whines anymore.

When that contraction peaked, Atlas gave a series of little pushes each accompanied with a small grunt.

It wasn't doing anything, though, and Atlas soon realized that Fen was keeping the baby from progressing more with firm but gentle pressure against its head.

"Hey, they're transferring us to a different bus, sweet-tart, it just got here," Fen's voice right in Atlas' ear was the only thing Atlas could hear outside of their own harsh breathing and pounding heartbeat. "The aisle is too narrow for me to pick you up but as soon as we're off the bus I'll be able to carry you, okay?"

Fuck.

There wasn't any other choice, though, so after Fen removed his hand from Atlas' leggings, Atlas slowly adjusted so they could stand.

Fen supported them the whole time but with every step Atlas could feel their labia bulging and spreading more and more. Not to mention the way their hole was starting to burn with the stretch as the baby began to crown.

The step down from the bus was the worst and the baby was nearly at a full crown by the time Fen was picking them up to carry them over to the other bus.

Thank fuck the other bus was a little bigger so Atlas didn't have to walk to a seat. Especially since a contraction started just as Fen was stepping up into the bus.

All Atlas could do was bury their face against Fen's shoulders and sob as that burning sensation just continued to get worse, their body pushing even though they were actively trying not to.

"Fen!" Atlas squealed as the rest of the baby's head popped out all at once, making their leggings bulge obscenely. "I-It's - Oh God - th-the head is - it's out," they stammered, clinging to Fen even as their husband gently laid them on the row of seats in the back of the bus.

"Okay, okay - Babe, just, I need you to let go of me so I can - uh - look and help," Fen said in a mumbled rush, standing once Atlas let go before kneeling between Atlas' feet. "We need to get these pants off, okay?" he asked, already reaching for the waistband of the leggings.

"Wait - waitwaitwait," Atlas gasped, keening as their abdomen cramped and tightened again. They could feel the baby turning and a shoulder trying to come out but their leggings didn't let that happen.

At least until Fen managed to pull the legging down - ignoring Atlas' pleas because they needed to come off - and several things happened all at once.

The first shoulder slid out, closely followed by the second one and, before Fen even had Atlas' leggings to their knees, the baby was born with a large gush of fluid.

[birth-screaming]

Beach Birth

Request by @frank5804

Hazel really had hoped for a peaceful trip followed by a peaceful birth. The universe, however, had other plans. It was a hot day when Hazel had gone on a beach trip. She had decided to wear nothing but a pink bikini. Her due date was well over a week from now, so she felt comfortable and safe to go on the trip. She had a c-section planned anyways.

Her massive belly stuck out like a sore thumb. She was pregnant with twins, both of which being 9-11 pounds. Did she feel a little embarrassed? Sure, but she didn't care that much. She waddled onto a far away corner of the beach. Her stomach felt so low, and she had to painfully walk to lay down her blanket to sit on.

Some time passed by, and she decided to go in the water. She waddled away and gently sat down in the water, but still near the shore. Out of nowhere she felt a sharp pain in her lower back. She told herself that that was normal during pregnancy. The pain, however, did not go away. She continued to painfully play around. All of a sudden a sharp pain ripped through her abdomen. She doubled over in pain. She realized that people were giving her worried looks, but she could not focus on that. The pain only kept building until it finally faded away. Hazel's concerns grew, but she assumed that it was only a braxton hick. She continued to swim around, hoping nothing had happened.

Only three minutes go by, when she gets hit by another contraction. This one was even more painful than the other. She grabbed her massive belly and squirmed in pain. Pressure grew near her abdomen, using full strength the push down. She felt something move down her birth canal. She realized, still doubled over in pain, that she was definitely in labor. She tried to scream through her clenched teeth, but she could not make a sound. She realized she had to give birth here, her massive twins having no chance of c-section.

As soon as her contraction was over, she ran out of the water. She could barely stand with her belly and her drenched bikini. "SOMEONE, HELP!" she screamed. She barely made it out of the water before another contraction hit her. She felt her baby shift further down her birth canal. The pain in her abdomen was unbearable as the pressure continues to keep growing. She held her breath and tried not to scream, even with the pressure she was dealing with.

"She's giving birth!" someone yelled out from the beach. Hazel saw a tall man walking towards her. She had gotten not even a minute of rest when another contraction hit her. This one was different. On top of her pain in both her abdomen and the pressure-which were both worse than the previous ones- she felt her pussy lips part rapidly. She was about to crown. She clenched her teeth and grabbed her stomach. She got the urge to push-a big one. She tried to tolerate it but the pain kept growing. She quickly bore down and screamed louder than she had ever heard anyone scream.

The man came close to her and sat down. "Hey, just breathe for me, okay? I'll help deliver your baby" She could not believe him. How could a random man know how to safely deliver her abnormally large baby? "Just pull down your bikini, you're about to start crowning". She wanted to argue, but she simply had no strength. She obliged and took off her bikini's lower half.

Another contraction came through her, and she could take it no more, she bore down with all the strength she had. She felt her pussy stretch, more, more, until it felt like it would rip open if she continued to push. "I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE, ITS TOO BIG". "I know, but right now you need to push." "IT BURNS SO MUCH, IM GONNA TEAR, ITS SO BIG" "You. Need. To. Push. Otherwise the baby will go back inside. Terrified at the thought, she agreed and continued to push. Her pussy was stretched so wide that someone could fit their whole adult leg in it. She felt searing white hot pain, but she felt all of it. The next contraction was even worse, when she pushed, her pussy had reached its limit, it was about to tear. "I see it! Push!" he said. Hazel nonetheless kept pushing. Her whole body was shaking. "GET IT OUTTTT AAAHHHHHHH!!" she screamed. When she realized that she couldn't stretch anymore, she felt the head pop out with a gush of amniotic fluid. The man pulled out her baby and held it out to her. "It's a girl" he said.

The discomfort didn't stop though. Hazel continued to moan, louder each time. She began to whimper. She shifted uncomfortably in the sand. "ooohh" she said in a shaky moan. "what happened, my dear?" "I have twins" Hazel said with a pang of pain. "ooOOHH" Her voice grew as she felt a small contraction rip through her. "Please, i cant do this again, help, please, stop this" she cried and begged him, knowing that there was nothing he could do. She painfully realized that this was going to be the larger and heavier baby. She moaned even louder, her voice and body still shaking. "We can get you to the hospital, and don't worry, this one will be easier." Hazel nodded and tried to get up. He tried to help her up, as she moaned even louder, her moan almost being a scream.

Before he could even get her to take a step, she screamed out and doubled down. "NO! NOT NOW! NOT AGAIN!" she yelled out. "its okay, dear, relax". She didn't listen to him. She bore down with all her strength. "FUCK, ITS COMING, ITS COMING!! ITS WAY. TOO. BIGGGG!!" Her screams grew. He realized that this one would require more help. Without thinking, he laid her down on her sand, and pushed on her stomach. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ILL TEAR," He put more pressure. "STOP. ITS COMING FASTER!" She bore down again, screaming and begging him to stop. "I'm sorry, if i don't do this the baby will definitely slip back in. Now you don't want to birth this baby twice, do you?" he told her. She shook her head. She was crowning again. "See, this time its easier" "IT BURNS SO MUCH. SO MUCH PRESSURE" He still had no choice but to continue pushing on her stomach, this time with much more pressure, almost as if he was working a machinery, not tending to her pain. He couldn't though, as it was necessary to apply as much pressure as possible to prevent

Hazel continued to push, and she felt her pussy being stretched to the max. She knew she had to stop and let herself stretch. The man, however, didn't notice and put even more pressure, so much so that her stomach wasn't even round anymore. "STOP. IM TEARINGG!" she screamed, but it was too late. She felt her pussy rip apart, as if the pressure on her abdomen was not already enough. She felt the head pop out, giving a rest to her bulging pussy. The man noticed it and quickly pulled the baby out. She amniotic fluid rushed out as she finally felt relief. The man handed her her second baby. Hazel lovingly held them both.

"My name is Axel, by the way"

[pumpkinbirth]

For the build-a-birth prompt:

🤰2️⃣(surprise twin)🏙 (Alleyway) 🛑👖

( in a hurry to get back home but ultimately gives in / cant take it anymore)

"And...reason for leaving work early?"

Because I've been having contractions all morning and my water just fucking broke in the bathroom, that's why.

"N-not feeling well." I replied instead. The clearly uninterested and underpaid desk greeter didn't ask anything further, just stated blandly that this wouldn't count as paid time off.

"That's fine, it's fine, see you around." I said hurriedly, turning and leaving before she could say anything else. As soon as I set foot out the door I felt another contraction coming, but clenched my teeth and kept walking, my gait unsteady. All I had to do was make it to my apartment, where I'd left my phone like an idiot, call my boyfriend, and everything would be fine.

It'll all work out, I thought to try and soothe myself, he'll come, he'll take me to the hospital, I won't have to push on the sidew--wait fuck am I pushing??

Without realizing it I'd stopped to steady myself against a building, and my body had decided to take control, my feet spaced apart where I stood and a new pressure beginning to descend.

No, no, fuck...! Taking a deep breath and checking that no one was coming, I slipped into a nearby alley. I reached a trembling hand down under the hem of my pencil skirt, feeling what was almost certainly the bulge of my lips about to part for the head. Before I could talk myself out of it I gently pressed inward, groaning as I undid what progress my baby had attempted.

"Just wait, baby, please..." I murmured desperately, legs shaky as I started moving again. I kept to the alleyway, if I remembered right it'd act as a shortcut to my apartment. It also kept anyone from noticing every time I'd have to stop and keep myself from progressing any further, my panties ruined with my steadily leaking water as I pushed the head back again and again.

Eventually it became too much to bear, and I didn't even recognize what part of the city I'd found myself in. With a resigned sob I pressed my back to the wall, hoping nobody would hear or see me as I gave into what my body had been trying to do all day.

The contractions were stronger and nearly on top of each other now, and now that I wasn't resisting anymore it only took one push before my baby was crowning into my panties, the soaked fabric bulging out as I muffled a cry. My thighs shook as I stood with my feet further apart, my hands between my legs in anticipation of what was to come. Another good hard push yielded one shoulder, then the other, and soon my panties bagged out further as the rest of my baby was born.

I sagged against the building with exhaustion, carefully retrieving my baby and wrapping it in my work blazer. My belly and lower back still throbbed, but I chalked it up to residual pain, possibly the placenta making its exit. As I waited, though, it didn't seem to be letting up. In fact, my still firm belly visibly cramped with discomfort, and a familiar pressure could be felt deep inside.

"Oh n-no...no no, I can't aga--ahhn...!!" I moaned, heart racing as I braced against the wall once more. My blouse was soaked through, both with sweat and from my swollen tits leaking as I fought through another contraction. I couldn't believe it, not only did I end up having to give birth in an unfamiliar alley, but now I'd have to do it again.

"Please, baby, please come o-ouuUUT!" I wept, no longer caring if I was loud, I just wanted it to be born quickly so I could finally go home. Mercifully, it only took another few pushes until at last I held both babies in my arms, their cries echoing in the alley.