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mrmisosdomain · 2 months
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I made an audio for someone who is special to me and I thought it was too good not to share. Enjoy listening to this interactive fantasy of a homebirth. If you own a vagina and are inclined to birth objects, feel free to push along with my voice.
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angelicm0ans · 3 months
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happy new year ✨🎇🥂
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dageroll · 4 months
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Multiples is overrated imo. What’s really hot is just one big baby. Imagine your belly gets so big, you’re certain you’ll be having twins… until you start to give birth and feel just how massive your baby is and how hard it will be for you to push it out.
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riveroryn · 4 months
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It's time
I could feel the contractions getting stronger and stronger. The pain was getting unbearable.
MMMMHHH
I hummed through the pain. Another contraction, and another one. 3 minutes apart, 2 minutes apart, 1 minute apart.
OH MY GOD. OWWWWWW
Suddenly I felt a new pressure in my birth canal. Oh my God so much pressure. I, I feel like I have to push.
I put a towel in my mouth, bit down and PUSHED.
Hnnnggghhh
A let out a gutteral yell through the towel I was biting on. Holy shit the pressure was insane. The pain was horrible. I pushed and pushed and pushed. Eventually the head started to crown.
AAAGGGHHHH
It was so painful. The head stretched my lips apart with each push. I thought I was going to tear. I couldn't stop pushing though. My body physically wouldn't stop pushing. So I just pushed and pushed. It was so painful, I kept screaming.
AHHHH!!! OH GOD! AHHH!!! GET IT OUT!!! HNNNGGGAAAHHH!!!
The head came to a full crown. I panted and tried to resist pushing. I wanted to let the head come out slowly. Unfortunately I had no control. Another horrible contraction hit me and forced me to PUSH.
AHHHHH!!!!! Oh god!!!!!!!
I gave a POWERFUL push. It hurt like HELL. The head finally came out.
Oh god... Oh god...
I panted and waited for the next contraction.
Here it comes.... Uuugghhh!!!!!
I pulled my legs back, took a deep breath and PUSHED HARD. I pushed and pushed and pushed.
AGGGHHHH AHHHHH!!!!! OOOOOHHHH-
The baby slid out with a lot of fluid into my hands.
Oh my God... I did it... I just gave birth...
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therrerium-valkryonia · 5 months
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Woman going for a birth world record for most and biggest babies born at home and decides to have some fun with it.
9. planned at home
+ triplets + big babies
ø overdue
# birth denial + pushing baby back
– all alone
Overdue labor + Long labor + Long contractions
Water-Breaking During labor over a towel
Birthing positions:
1st baby: On all fours with Long birth
2nd baby: Leaning onto something with Short birth
3rd baby: Walking around with Head sucking back in during birth + Waddling while head is crowning
You know the drill, I'll add an extra spin on it too.
Life's Challenges
Warning: This story contains disturbing topics.
The room was small and shoddy, an apartment that Hertha barely afforded and in desperation had begun a full week of working, weekends in and out of office but an opportunity shined.
She was impregnanted by an anonymous man, the babies were an accident but welcome into her life and soon they grew big and had gotten too big with her cramped stomach.
It'd had come to mind she might break a record for the largest babies, as in a recent ultrasound the babies had grown to a large size and it was discussed if she needed C-section but the idea was denied unfortunately for Hertha.
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On the drive to the workshop, she'd been having consistent acute contractions and it caused alot of issues but she managed to make it early by a three hour window, she was given a task.
And be paid handsomely by a wide margin, she accepted and had come to her new supervisors office as this personal affair was counted as an "official buisness" within records.
Hertha came through, her brunette head of hair was eye-catching as was her beauty and in the first impressions were impressive, they locked the door and she was brought closer.
Supervisor: Hertha so you've the upbringing of this company since the early days.
Hertha: Y- hoo- Yes, Ma'am.
Supervisor: And since your pregnant could I ask you a favor?
Hertha: Mmm- Whatever is needed?
Supervisor: I'll show you, come closer.
She waddled around the desk, her hand cast beneath her own womb as it jolts in pain she slows her steps and continues, as she stares.
Her supervisor stands and strips down, she gives her request as Hertha is stunned. Her supervisor hands her a sex toy.
Supervisor: Push it hard until I pop? Understand.
Hertha obliges, her left hand rubbing out the tension in her wombs side as the supervisor bends over and leans into the chair.
She pushed in the toy, as the supervisor trembles she then begins her favor and quickened her pace per see.
Her supervisor groaned in pleasure, she wrapped her hands around her womb a quickened winding of Hertha's pace.
The supervisor shook in absolute pleasure, trembling in the contractions but enjoying completely as she spurts out fluid.
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Hertha was spaced out and focused on the cramping binding around her back, breaths frequented as she feels an intense lowering deep into her canal as it squeezed through.
Focused onto herself trying not to push, a intense pain rended into her flesh, she let breaths leave her throat as she grunts.
She pushed the toy too hard and her new supervisor moaned to absolute perfection.
A small drizzle of fluid ran down her thigh, puddling into the carpet as Hertha got up rapidly to attend to her higher up but had resisted a pain in her canal as fluid leaked heavily down her stockings.
She gripped the desk's edge and crunched tightly, her contractions picked up and she gripped her womb's underside, having the extreme urge to push but resisted.
Attending at her side, her supervisor was moaning aggresively and had gushed too frequently, breathily pushing and crowns quickly but as one more favor.
Supervisor: Ah~ C- haah~ Could you push it in?~
Hertha was hesitant but her supervisor begged, she pushed it in and she let out a loud moan all throughout the room and was slowly beggining to feel the pain come in, the pleasure soon went away and she began gripping Hertha.
Hertha eased her in, she kept her grip tight onto the desk still sweating trying to resist the urges.
Massaging her supervisors back, the head came back to a crown and busted out with a thin gush oozing from her crevice, she helped out and had her hand slowly tugging the baby out.
She guided her over, her comrade pushed and began to grunt harshly cussing as she tugged before an arm popped out, she let her rest as the rest of the baby slipped out into her arms.
Lifting the baby up, she lend it over to her higher up, who promised a pay of $25000 return for the favor though weakly spoken.
Hertha was exhaling through her tight lips, sharp pains urged her to push but still once more had to resist, drenched in sweat and physically drained in energy.
Permitted to leave, headed to her computer.
She finished her last stock of the day, though overtime began to pack up and headed out.
Waddling akwardly, her hands below her womb she stands awaiting for the elevator as she lays a hand on top her belly, she bends in as a deep pressure lowers rapidly to her labia.
Her thighs spread open, her leg bent in towards each other, her breaths deepen in panic and in pain, she felt the head rest against her labia.
A rising burn, searing between her thighs her eyes widen open as her chest heaves in panic her heart beats in her head, she grunts.
The elevator dings and they open as she runs inside, the doors close and she leans into the corner as she spreads her legs groaning out.
Sweat begins to drip down her hair, she felt roaring pain churn against her cunt, it was spreading her labia as she resisted at once.
The elevator was lowering and she paced around the small box, timing each breath.
But a pain struck, the worst contraction gripped onto her womb, she collapsed to her knees and began to push and forced the head to bulge, it was held in by her tight panties.
She grunted as she held her belly, squeezing her palm into it's hardened rotundness then limping into the main lobby and heading towards the old exit and leaving the building.
The head dropped into her panties, she leant back onto the door, she grabbed beneath her mini-skirt and pushed it back.
A loud cry blared onto the empty evening road, she gasped and waddled towards the car, her thighs kept tight, she unlocked the and got in, sitting atop the bulge and let out a grunt.
Driving the way home, each bump she crossed the head would slowly move it's way out of her.
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Then when she reached her building, she went in and akwardly ran up each step of the stairs.
She kept a hand ontop the head to fight it from coming out, and came out on her floor she let out a groan from closed lips as she fought the huge head of the firstborn.
Vividly remebering the room, she sluggishly went and had reached the room 205, went inside then grabbed the camera before she collapsed to her fours still in her outfit.
Letting herself breath for a bit, she planned this out but not like this and began to record slowly getting into the living room, began to strip out her office wear and kept her undergarments.
She collapsed in pain, the camera faced the bulging head and her bruised lips, she began pushing against her tight panties.
Enduring groans that encased the room, she felt her panties slowly loosen and begin to tear off of her as she took a deep gulp of air and began to bear down and the head pulled off her panties.
The contractions hit her harder than before, it was lasting and felt electrical as she held her breath before she bore with a groan of pain.
It made slow progress, but the shoulder began to slough it's way forward and very painfully at that, she had a few small pushes with a small breaths of air to ease the shoulders.
Eventually it made no movement and began to move back, she had a rest for a moment then slowly tried to push foward, the shoulders had slipped out and an arm slipped away but then the other shoulder was stuck.
It burned her canal throughout, she was slowly hardening each push but the shoulders were to big to come out, then she began to repeat.
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Time had passed it had been four hours and so in her desperation with her pain worsening, she grabbed the head and slowly tugged it out.
Her bruised vagina was burning at each budge, it slowly budged forward as she pushed along with each long contraction, she felt it progress.
It was slowly coming out and then, it gushed an abnormal amount of fluid over the towel and the baby tore open her panties with the rest of it's weight and dropped into her arm.
She cradled the baby before rising and waddling with a wide gait, leaning over her house desk as she laid the firstborn onto the white cloth.
Leaning over, the second baby was descending quickly as she widen her legs apart as it pulled her down to a sort of squat, she took a breath.
She bore downz pressing her chin to her chest and squeezed her every once of strength as the pain hit like ten trucks that never ended.
Once the head crowned fast, she leaned into the chair and pressed her large belly into the wood to help with the baby, as the head spewed the floor with blood and fluid as shr groaned out.
When the whole baby dropped and she caught it into her arms, then laying her next to it's sibling who was fast asleep as she cut both cords.
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Wandering around the living room, panting in exshaustion her arms lifting her rotund large belly fully compressed in ripping contractions.
Frequently taking a stop to push, she bent over and laid her hands onto her knees slowly giving out small pushes for inches of movement that slowly descends further down, her pussy was burning after the constant bruising.
As it descended towards her entrance, it slowly crowned but then would not go any further out as she strained her every muscle, it would only slide back in with an intense burn.
She heaved her breaths and began to waddle around trying to assist in it's progression out, the head was moving slowly down with each pace around the room eventually she had to attempt once more for progress.
Down to standing squat, her figure under afternoon sunlight in sweat with her hands spreading open her entrance.
Pushing with her full might, she struggled and began to tremble as she huffed when the head stopped at the ring of fire, she was relieved.
Though it burned, she persevered through the pain as she waddled around for fifteen minutes and began to bear down while walking.
Her palms squeezed into her sides, she groaned loudly and bore down while slowly walking and after a few moments the head finally came out.
She went to standing squat and bore down as hard as possible, the head dangled below her cunt and the neck jutted out with a heavy fall filled off fluid and blood.
Once more she waddled, her legs spread wider as she felt the shoulder slide down and she fell to a full squat across the camera, she held onto the head gently tugging as she pushed.
The baby slowly progressed out and finally had gushed out with a dense fluid, she stopped the recording and cut the cord and swaddled them.
She sent the recording to guiness and then after a week they came in and assinged her "world's biggest triplets" coming in at 32 inches and 23 pounds and 15 ounces, congratulations!
She took a photo in her esteeemed happiness.
Also got a $26, 896 payment and prize money so she was very much sustainable for support.
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flnpushy · 6 months
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If your like me and crave birth denial, this is the ultimate video. This mommy pushes forever and cant get the baby out! 30 mins of slip-ins and pushing struggle. Enjoy
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cyankeiya · 2 months
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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Pregnant! Fem Reader
Words: 2.9K+
Fandom: Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse
Cw: 18+ ONLY!!! Pregnancy/labor/birth material, waterbreaking, unassisted birth, explicit birth, orgasmic birth
A/N: I started this fic in early September 2023 during my Miguel O’Hara fixation. I had it in my Google docs as a draft, I went back and revised/added to it so it can be put here.  
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It was when you felt the cramping pains of the first contraction that you couldn’t deny it anymore…you knew you had to give birth soon.
You started experiencing feelings of nausea in the afternoon while Miguel, your husband, and the baby’s father, was out. That nausea was followed by aching pains felt in your lower back which then traveled to your pelvis. In the meantime, you’d finished the chores and tasks needing to be done in the apartment - anything that could distract you from the progressing labor. 
But now that everything is finished for the day, you can’t help but focus on the pain that came with the moments leading up to your baby’s birth. Miguel wasn’t going to be home until the evening.
You walk around the living room, riding out those incoming contractions. Another intense contraction hit, around 15 minutes from the last one, followed by an immense pressure in your belly. God, this was not comfortable at all. In fact, you hadn’t exactly recalled what “comfortable” felt like for some time now. Particularly during the third trimester of your pregnancy, something would always ache or swell. It was hard to breath and find a comfortable position to sit or lie down. But now what was to come in this part of your pregnancy journey was going to be very much agonizing. 
“Just a little longer, okay?” You speak softly to your baby who is kicking you hard. “Daddy’s not home yet.” 
6:00pm arrived. Miguel still wasn’t home. You’re still in the living room, you’ve moved yourself to laying on your back on the couch, groaning and breathing, panting out through each contraction. You switch positions constantly, from laying on your back to your sides, or turning around and sprawling out with your front leaning over the cushions, anything to get somewhat comfortable. You rub your belly, trying to apply any sort of massaging pressure to your physical aches. 
Ever since you found out you were expecting, Miguel had been very attentive and caring towards you and your soon-to-be born baby. He’s been amazing during this whole pregnancy journey. Just the thought of Miguel being here with you, holding you and caring for you through the moments through your agonizing labor has you excited but also anxious about him being able to make it in time before your labor progresses much further.
You take a deep breath and try to relax. You decide you’re gonna get through this, just need to wait a little longer. 
A few agonizing moments later, you hear the doorknob click in the distant hallway. You struggle to sit up from your position, anticipating Miguel entering through the door. You get yourself up off of the couch to move behind it, leaning forward and pressing your hands on the back of the couch. A sense of relief washes over you as you see that it’s him walking through the door. 
Miguel shuts the front door behind him and gets himself settled into the house as he walks towards the living room. He sees you leaning behind the couch, hunched over. 
“Querida, what are you–” Miguel finds himself cut off as you rush to embrace him. He hugs you back, and just the feeling of him returning your touch sends you over the edge. You lean into him to press your lips against his.
“Miguel, you’re here.” You breathe, leaning into him for a kiss for some moment of time before you pull away to let out a low groan as the pressure in your belly accumulates in your pelvis. The sounds of pain you emit from your lips alerts him, and he turns to look at you with worry.
“What’s wrong? Everything alright, sweetheart?” He asks, his concern present in his voice. He brushes your cheek with his hand, cupping it with his palm. 
You shut your eyes and shake your head. “The baby’s coming.”
His eyes widen. “What? Did your water break?” 
“No, but I’ve been having contractions since this afternoon. They’re like…12 minutes or so apart now?” Your breath is becoming more labored as you talk. 
Miguel holds his hands to the sides of your heaving belly, he looks down at your very large bump where yours and his baby was, so eager to be born. Miguel smiles before looking back up at you. “Why didn’t you call me earlier?”
“I’m sorry, I just thought I could hold it out until you came home. If you were gonna be out for much longer I would’ve definitely tried to reach you.” 
“Well, I’m here now, so we’ll just get you to the room.” 
“Okay, let’s just – hhhrrrrggghhhh!! ” Your words are cut off by your own groan of pain as another feeling of immense pressure rips through your pelvis. You grab onto Miguel’s arms in response, trying to hold yourself together in all the intense pain you were feeling all of a sudden. Just then you feel a pop inside of you, and a gush of fluid pours out onto the floor right beneath you.  
Miguel looks down at the puddle under your feet, then back up at you, his hands at your sides to make sure you don’t fall.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” You plead. 
“No no, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. Can you walk?” He asks. 
“Mhm, yeah.” You nod.
He keeps his hands holding you close as you walk to the bedroom, then into the adjacent connected bathroom. You’ve stripped yourself of your soaked shorts, and you’re only in your underwear and one of Miguel’s large t-shirts he let you wear whenever you wanted. 
He has you both standing in the front of the bathroom mirror, laying your back against the front of his body. Miguel took his work clothes off too and now was just in his briefs and a base-layer t-shirt. He’s big and strong and muscular…just drop-dead sexy; just the sight of him actually manages to distract you from your labor pains which makes them somewhat more bearable.
More loud groans leave your lips during the contractions. Slow, deep breaths, you remind yourself. Miguel keeps his hands holding underneath the swell of your belly, pressing his hands slightly upward against the gravity that was pulling down on your body. 
“That’s it, baby, breathe just like that.” He tells you.
“Mmmhmmm…” You respond, you just lean your head back against his shoulder and huff out a slow breath.
“You’re doing so good, querida…you’re so, so beautiful…” He whispers with a smile, kissing your head through your hair. 
“Tell that to yourself, handsome.” You smirk. He chuckles in response. 
“Let me know what you need.” He said.
You needed this, needed him to hold you like this. “Can I get into the tub?”
“Of course.”
Miguel fills the tub with warm water, you strip yourself of your underwear and shirt. You step inside the tub and sink yourself in. The water alleviates some of the gravitational pressure off of your belly, its warmth provides some relief to your aches.
He kneels on the floor outside of the bathtub, squeezing your hand while holding your head with his other hand.
You have another contraction 8 minutes from the last one, you tuck your chin to your chest and groan out. Your groaning melts into soft whimpers. Miguel leans in closer to you from outside of the tub, pressing his forehead to yours. 
“Ohhhhhh…Miguel…!” You whine as the strong contraction passes over you. “Hooohhhhhh…”
“Breathe,” He speaks softly. “I got you.”
You slow your breathing down. Breathe in, breathe out, you remind yourself, though you can’t help but continue to let out groans of pain. Miguel whispers in your ear words of sweet encouragement. You can do this, you have Miguel with you. 
You stay in the bathtub, waiting out more contractions until the water becomes lukewarm. You drain the tub, and Miguel helps you get out and dry you down with a towel. Another contraction comes in at 6 minutes, and you let out a breathy moan of pain. Miguel holds you close, shushing you gently and assuring you’re going to be okay.
You both walk over to the bed you share. You lay your towel on the mattress and get yourself sitting on top of it while Miguel props up the pillows for you. You lean your sore back against the pillows, trying to get yourself into a position that feels at least decently comfortable. God, you needed this, just to rest for a moment before giving birth. Miguel climbs into bed and lays next to you, holding you close in his strong arms.
“Is the room warm enough for you?” He asks. 
“Mhm, yes.” You nod. 
“Do you need water?”
“I could use a drink, sure.”
Miguel takes the plastic bottle of water on the nightstand, opening it and raising the bottle to your lips for you to take slow sips. He puts the bottle away to focus his attention on you.
Another intense contraction hits you, causing you to whimper softly in desperation and hold your hand to your bump. Your breathing becomes labored again as the contraction passes. You grip on the back of Miguel’s t-shirt in desperation, and tears stream in your eyes. “Oh god, it hurts…I need to push…”
Miguel reaches his hand out where your hand is placed, rubbing gentle circles at the taut skin of  your swollen and aching belly. He kisses your forehead. “I know, baby, I know. But you’re not there yet.”
You groan in agony and melt into a sob. “I’m done…I’m so done with this…” 
Miguel reached his hand to your tear-soaked cheek, cupping it wiping your tears with his thumb before stroking the side of your hair. 
“You’re almost there, cariño.” He says, voice gentle, sorrowful for the state he put you in, and excited at the same time for what was to come. “You have me here with you. Just keep breathing, I got you.” 
You manage an exhausted smile. “I love you, Mig.” You breathe.
“I love you too.” He smiled. “Let me take care of you.” He plants another soft kiss on your forehead. He puts his hand back onto your belly, leaning over to kiss it. Miguel’s lips are soft and warm against the taut skin of your bump. 
You run your fingers through his dark locks. When he moves himself up closer to your face, you shift your hands behind his broad shoulders. “Thank you, Miguel, you’re so amazing.” You breathe. 
“Anything for you, sweetheart. I love you.”
“I love you.” You crash your lips into his, multiple times. Your kisses become desperate as you can feel your labor progressing further to the point of a strong urge to push. 
Through this next part of the labor leading up to the delivery, your mind constantly switches focus between the pain and Miguel’s presence. You cling to him, cry out to him as a searing pain cuts through between your legs. 
“Hey, hey, I’m here, baby, tell me what you need.” Miguel says. 
You place your hands at the sides of his dark locks. “I need to pushhhh....” You huff through your teeth.
“I’ll check you.” He looks at your crotch and examines your dilation. “You’re ready, we’ll get you pushing here.” 
“Okay, good, okay.” You pant. 
“Get up and hold onto me.” Miguel reaches his hand to your back and helps you upward. You find yourself struggling to get up when your large belly is in the way. You sit up on your knees and wrap your arms around and above Miguel’s neck and shoulders. He places his hands at the sides of your heavy belly. You groan out through another contraction, and Miguel feels the cramping muscle movements in your belly against his palms.
“On the count of three,” Miguel instructs. “One…two…three…push…” 
With that you push your first push, groaning out through the force you exert. Fuck, it’s happening, you’re giving birth. You spread your legs further apart on the mattress. Your contractions are coming in very close to each other now. You keep your arms wrapped around Miguel and continue to push through the cramping pains. 
“That’s it. Push just like that, sweetheart.” He tells you. 
“Can you see anything?” You wince.
“You’re bulging, I don’t see any hair yet.” 
A bit frustrated, you grunt loudly through another push. You gasp for breath, you feel the gravity pulling down on you from your belly, and your breaths become irregular. 
“Breathe. Pant out, pant it out.” Miguel instructs.
You pant accordingly. Your breathing is not too rapid, but they are quick and deep. You let out a moan, spreading your shaky legs wider. You hug Miguel tighter as your crotch begins to burn as you’re crowning. 
“I can’t do this…I can’t…” You shake your head, sobbing. “Miguel, it burns!” 
“I know it’s hard, baby.” Miguel says as he rubs your back. He kisses your cheek a couple times. “See if you can focus on your breathing and let the head move down on its own.” 
“Okay…” You agree. You focus on your breathing accordingly, slow deep breaths. The next contraction comes in, and you adjust your hips. You groan out as you push, and you can feel the baby’s head inch further out, but it’s still painful.
“Ooohhhh, it hurts!” You cry out as a searing pain overtakes your strained crotch, and grip onto Miguel’s back in response. You’re sobbing and sweating profusely, struggling to give birth as the baby’s crowning head begins to feel stuck. “Mig, I need you.”
“I'm here. Just tell me what to do, honey.” 
“I need you to touch me.”
“Okay,” Miguel nods. You immediately make eye contact with him, his dark brown eyes are soft as they gaze directly at you. He holds his fingers to your crotch. “Look at me, cariño, Let me relax you.” 
You nod and lock your eyes on Miguel’s. He begins to rub his rough fingers against your labia, kissing your tear-soaked cheek gently as he stimulates your sensitive pussy. 
“Does this feel good?” He asks.
“Yes~” You moan out with each stroke of his fingers, and you feel your opening relax with each touch. You whine out as you cum, the release just completely fogging your mind in a haze of pleasure. As you come back from the fogged state of your mind, you take a deep breath and you push again, this time the baby’s head slides out with more ease. 
“Oh god, here it comes…” You huff. “Pushing feels so gooddddd…” 
“That's wonderful. You’re doing so well.” Miguel assures as he cups your baby’s head in his palm. “Baby’s coming along. I see some hair.” 
“Yes…baby’s coming…” You nod, panting out shaky moans as you continue to push the shoulders out with more force. Your groans become louder, you cling to Miguel tighter as you feel your knees weaken and tremble. Breathe, you tell yourself, as another contraction drives you to push down harder through the tightness in your crotch. The feeling of your baby’s shoulders being pushed freed from your body makes you gasp in overwhelm. 
“There you go, that’s my girl.” Miguel encourages you as he nuzzles his face into your neck. The soft kisses he plants on your neck make you shiver and you exhale out a laugh. You’re sore, tired, and drenched in sweat. But Miguel looks so good right now, holding you close in his strong arms and never losing his focus from you, his beautiful, gorgeous, birthing wife. 
“Miguel…” You pant. 
“I’m here, sweetheart.” Miguel assures you.
“How much longer?”
“You pushed out the shoulders, just push a few more times and the baby will be here.” 
“Okay, okay…” You spread your legs further. You take a deep breath as you anticipate another contraction coming along. Breathe and push, like you’ve been doing.
“Baby’s coming along further.” He says. Keep going.” 
“Oh god…oh god…!!” You whine desperately.
“Breathe, pant it out,” Miguel says. “I’m still here.” 
You nod and pant through this hard push. “Get it out…GET IT OUT!!!” You scream.
“You’re almost there, keep holding onto me.” 
This is it, the last stretch before you can welcome your baby into the world. You sob and scream louder as you push harder. Miguel’s hand is cupping the baby’s head as you exert a large push of more force. Miguel’s words of praise and encouragement are so soft in your ear. 
“I love you so much, sweetheart,” Miguel tells you as you continue to push down through the contractions. He kisses your tear-soaked cheek again. “You’re doing so beautifully.” 
“Oh my god…oh my god…Miguel…” You repeat through heavy breaths. “Miguel, please help me…” 
“I’m here, I still got you. Keep pushing, you’re doing so good.” Miguel tells you. His focus is all on you in this last stretch. 
You press your hand to your thigh and scream louder through the push. “OOOOOHHHHHH!!!”
“You got it baby…PUSH!!!” He continues to hold and support you. “Keep pushing, just like that!” 
“MIGUEL, IT’S COMING!!!” You push and yell and push, until you feel a massive gush of fluid flow out of you. You catch your breath and look down, and see Miguel’s hand holding the squirming baby which has been completely freed from your body. It’s over.
Miguel lifts the crying newborn for you to hold in your arms. “Oh my baby, there you are.” You cup your baby's head close to your chest, and you gasp and sob out of joy and relief. “Miguel, we did it.”
Miguel wraps his other arm around you and brings you and your baby you’re holding closer to him. He smiles with a visible tear of emotion in his eye, and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m so happy.” He sighs.
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birth-screaming · 10 months
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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"
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lovinglabor · 2 months
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I’ve been contracting all day
I can feel the baby in my birth canal, I need to push don’t I!?
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birthkink · 11 months
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oh to be held like this during labor
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angelicm0ans · 2 months
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oh to struggle getting the head to crown while straddling someone’s lap. as the head slips in and out of view, their hands caress my bulging lips, heavy belly, and swollen breasts. the cherry on top would be their sweet, but teasing whispers in my ear telling me how well i’m doing birthing their baby 🥰🥰
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mxthistle · 1 year
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Audio of me pushing out my inflatable plug. Spent most of this audio crowning! 
He/They only please
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concentrateandpush · 22 days
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I wouldn’t have left the house past 39 weeks if I didn’t need to, but my Grandfathers funeral wasn’t one I was willing to compromise on. We have the hospital bag in the car, but have agreed to get in the funeral car with my family to ride over to the parlour. Which I’m already uneasy about.
It’s a rough day already, but Mom is fussing over the flowers and my Grandma is worrying that family members from overseas won’t make it, my aunt, as usual is just sat there and there’s so many things to get ready.
“I’ve got that” I sigh as I go and help my Grandma with all of her things to take “it’ll be okay, you know, I know it’s not what you want to hear but he was 98 and is resting happily now” I say as I take her into my arms, rubbing her back “I’ve got you” I whisper. “You shouldn’t even be here, you’ve got enough happening.. I don’t want to rely on you to do anything” she tears up. “I want to do whatever I can” I assure her before heading off with her bag.
“Ready?” I sigh as we head out to the car. Luckily, my wife and I have a whole area on the back row and I look at her with a sigh “I don’t know why I agreed to the obituary” I say as I rub my bump in small circles. “You’ll be amazing, you always are” she smiles.
The journey is short and sweet but as we get to the roundabout, there’s a fuss from up front. “Wo-woahhh!” The driver shouts before we all get jolted back, jerking our bodies forward as the seatbelts pull us back. My heart jumps into my throat as I feel my body being tugged and thrown. “Baby!” My wife shouts as she turns to me, checking straight away on my facial expression. “I-I’m fine, I’m fine, are you?” I ask and she nods “I’m okay.. baby okay?” She asks and I rub softly feeling a little kick and I nod “baby’s fine”.
“Everyone okay?” The driver asks and everyone is fine, but when he gets out, he sees that all of the bonnet is crushed. “Okay, I need to order a taxi for all of you, on us obviously” he sighs heading off to call them and I look at my phone checking the time “we have twenty minutes”. “It’s a ten minute walk, can we just get there? Madge?” My wife asks my Nan and she nods but I feel the heaviness in my body grow. “Baby, I don’t know” I say quietly and she nods “okay, let’s see the taxi times”.
“They won’t be here for another twenty” he explains. I just get out of the car and start walking, knowing we have no choice. “Lena!” my wife, Blair calls and I look back “come on” I sigh.
The walk is quick but painful and I feel movements in places I haven’t felt them before. We get there with a few minutes spare and I find the nearest bench, sitting straight away and putting my hair up. “I like your hair down” Gran sighs and I shake my head “too hot” I mutter. “Baby, do you need water? Anything?” Blair asks and I just shake my head. “Back rubs” I say softly letting her give me some love.
“Family?” The director addresses and I look to Blair “I need a minute, you go in..” I sigh and know I have to go in. “Come on I’ve got you” she says holding her hand out. I stand up and as I do I feel my inner thighs warm up under my dress. “My waters” I mutter, grabbing the bench “My waters just broke” I whisper and they are met with so much pain in my back, I find myself bent over the bench taking long deep breaths.
“Not now baby, not now” I whisper. “Lena! Blair! Come on” Gran demands and I look to Blair pleading for help. “Right, let’s get you in there, I know you’d kill me if I let you leave” she sighs as she supports my back, guiding me in.
We are the champions by queen plays on the speakers as I walk towards the front row, passing people who notice the flushed colour of my skin and sweat droplets on my forehead. “Let me help” Blair whispers as we get to the seats and it’s a good thing she helps because I couldn’t have got down on my own.
The service is nice and luckily, the contractions are slow and I’m able to breathe quietly through them, but one hits so hard that all I feel I can do is open my legs a little and cry so I can let some frustration out, normal in a funeral I guess. “And Lena has some words to say..” the director announces. Shit.
I fumble up to the top, standing in front of the room filled with hundreds of friends, family and acquaintances of my Grandfather. Clearing my throat as I open the paper I start to talk. “My Grandfather would be over the moon with the turn out, he always said that-“ I start well but the pain comes over me like a wave. “He said that-“ I start and find my hands gripping the stand. “He-“ I mutter before I just buckle, my knees give out and I find myself being caught by the director as he lowers me to the ground.
“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here” my wife announces as she gets to the front. The pain is making me pant uncontrollably and I’m not keeping it a secret anymore. “Do the speech” I mutter to her and she shakes her head “do it, please” I cry as I lean against a wall, panting and shaking.
She stands and delivers, better than I probably would have. Everyone is distracted anyway, by me, legs parted, sweating and panting, slightly covered by the coffin. The final music starts and I look up, seeing people leave, trying to catch a glance of what I’m doing. “I’m here, I’m here” she states as she comes to my attention. “I’ve called an ambulance” a member of staff announces and I just shake my head “there’s no time”.
“It’s okay, I’ve had 3, she’s had 2” the staff member says as she comes over. “Towels, water and scissors” she demands of the director and I look to my wife, tears in my eyes “thank you for doing that” I smile and she laughs, rubbing my belly and taking my underwear off. “Come on, let’s have a baby” she smiles.
“Shit, you’re.. like, open” she whispers as she gazes between my legs. “I know” I say as I grab my thigh, panting in and out. “Can I push?” I ask softly and she looks to the women “yes, you absolutely can” one of them laughs. “O-okay” I mumble as I scrunch my face up, taking a breath and baring down for the first time ever. “Nnnnggg” I groan quietly, feeling movement but no spreading.
“Okay, like you’re doing a poo” the woman smiles and I look to Blair grabbing her hand and squeezing “nngaahahh!” I cry out, taking some quick rounded breaths after letting it out. “Pick her leg up” one of the women demand to my wife and I shake my head “I need her” I moan and the other woman takes a leg, pushing back.
“Mmmphhh” I cry out “I can’t fucking do it” I cry and my wife smiles “You! Are Lena fucking Lovell, you can do anything” she laughs.
“Gaaaaah!” I cry, feeling myself split. “Am I tearing?” I ask and the woman between my legs shakes her head “I’m Mel” she laughs and I nod “thank you Mel” I smile before baring down again “ccccaaaaah!” I screech “that’s it, harder sweetheart, you’re doing it” she smiles and I shake my head before pulling my other leg back and giving everything I’ve got “GAAAHHH!” I cry out feeling a pop “fuck” I moan, trying to catch my breath.
“Heads here” she smiles “again” she demands and I shake my head “I need a break”. “You’re doing amazingly baby, you’re so beautiful” Blair smiles lovingly and I laugh, wiping my head. “I love you” I whisper and she smiles “I love you too”.
I find myself getting up onto my knees, leaning forward “sorry” I mumble and the woman smiles “you’re in control” she says softly.
“Fuck.. fu-UUHHH” I cry out, feeling the shoulders stretch me out “ohhhh, oh god” I moan, reading down “come on baby, come out” I whisper as I tug a little. “Come on, work with mommy” I whisper. “Baby, you catch” I instruct Blair as I hold on to the stand. “Ready?” I whisper before letting out a huge scream “aahhhhhhh!” I howl as I feel the baby leave my body and splash into my loves arms, followed by the sweetest cries.
“Oh my god..” she whispers “you did it” I hear her sob before the two women help me on to my back a little propped up. “It’s a boy” Blair grins, handing him to me “a boy” I grin, taking him into my arms “oh your great grandfather would love you” I smile. “Trevor?” My wife smiles, my grandfathers name. “Trevor?” I whisper to baby as I kiss Blair softly.
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HE NEEDS HELP PUSHING!
At the birth center, Wyatt was 10cm dilated and feeling the urge to push. In the tub he took a deep breath and let out a moan.
Ooooohhhh!
He pulled his legs back. The midwife placed her hands around his birth canal and firmly said "Let's see a push. Big breath in aaand PUSH."
Hmmmmaaahhhh!!!
The pain and pressure were INTENSE. He didn't expect it to hurt so much. He yelled through his first push and he felt his baby's head decend.
The midwife placed a finger inside of his hole to feel the baby's head. "GOOD. That was a good push, Wyatt. The baby's right there, let's go again. Ready? Okay. PUSH."
Hmmmmgggghh OOOOHHHH!!!!
The baby's head moved further down his birth canal every time he pushed. This time a small teardrop began to form. He was CROWNING right there in the water.
"YES. Good job, just breathe. It won't be long now."
Is she coming out yet?
"you're just starting to crown! She's coming! Do you feel another contraction? Okay Wyatt, you can do this. Big breath, PUSH. Good, good. Push push push! Almost there!"
OOOOHHHHH AGGGHHHHH 😭😭😭
The baby's head now crowned at the widest point stretching his birthing hole to the limit. The pain was searing through his pelvis. It was horrible. He felt like he was going to break but all he could do was PUSH.
Oh god!!!! 😭😭😭 GET IT OUT!!!!! AHHHH!!!!
"Wyatt, BREATHE. You're doing it, come on, PUSH! PUSH! HARDER! The head is almost out! Come on now, PUSH! Yes! The head is out! Now breathe. You'll push out the shoulders next."
Oh my God 😭 *Wyatt sobbed from the trauma and felt the next contraction start. He had to PUSH.* AHHHHHHH!!!!!!
"Okay Wyatt, you can do this. I know it's so painful, just a little more. KEEP PUSHING. GO GO GO. PUSH! PUUUUSH!"
AAAAAGGGHHH!!!! AHHHHH!!!!! GOD!!!! AAAAaHaAaaaAAAA!!!!!!!!
The shoulders came out. Now for the hips.
"Wyatt stop pushing! Just let it come."
Wyatt fought the intense urge to push. He felt the baby's hips slide out with relief. It was over. He gave birth.
"she's here! You did it!"
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Can you do a story where a heavily pregnant woman with twins experiencing an orgasmic birth with a lot of squirting going on. Her husband finds it hot and begin to jerk off to her silently and cumming in his pants 🥵
I can try, hopefully it meets your expectations.
Ecstacy Waves
Tw: 18+ only, no minors allowed here.
It was an early morning, cozy and silent with husband and wife slept together in their bed meanwhile Joanne is rudely awoken by pain, she began to moan quietly and began to rub then slowly reach to under her panties.
Her mind ran to pleasure, she rubbed into it pushing in two fingers and softly thrusts up through her canal as she gently caresses in, massaging up while she gasps softly.
Rushing in waves of sensation and pleasure, slowly massaging her tightening womb with each tightening contraction ever making her more ingested in the senses, she moan soft.
Slowly excreting in fluid and semen, all for a taste of her bodily sensitivity and to hasten herself into an ecstatic state, the pressures wavered and rose as her chest expands with each deep gasp of air and each release.
As the moment goes on, her fingers pushing deeper and harder with her reaching a peak pure of ecstacy, an enourmous splash spilled between her thighs with viscous warmth.
Once the baby drops, she taps her husband "Honey, I t- oouhh Yep my waters broken" as then his lifts his head and immediately walks over to the mat and grabs the neccesities.
Supporting up her back, she stands up and waddles her way out into the living room as signals of ecstacy rush to her canal, a tight pressure makes her sensitive body tremble.
As she leans her back onto a wall her breath slow and lustful, massaging her round bump trying to hasten the babies to her will and to pleasure herself as the pierce through her.
She arches her back, her chin onto her chest while moaning as she spreads her legs with lowering rushes of weight closing in, a deep intimate pulse of intense lust washed in.
Lowering her grasp on her belly, she waddles onward to the middle of the room as he walks into the room and lays down a mat onto the floor as she lies into a laid down position.
Slanted and her arms behind her back, she sways her hair as she spreads her legs and begins to groan with harmonius pleasure a contraction wrapped around her and a low grunting slipped her lips.
Her babies we're huge and she was too, a hanging belly and swollen leaking breasts although she enjoyed the sensitivity it had brought for her body, so she savored it.
As she grunted in pleasure, her husband checked her dilation and immediately an abnormal wet hairy bulge expanded her.
He stepped back and watched, she let an enormous moan out and bore down hard, watching in full consumed intimacy a hit instictually made him hard, he reached in.
Holding his shaft as she pushed down in pleasure, exclaming "Oh~ I f- Aahh!~ Ouh" rubbing it down and breathing rough.
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Fifteen or so minutes later, she's crowing pulsating and spilling in fluids with rising pleasured moans, "Ooouuhhh~ Hhhaaa- Glooriousss! It's sooo gooooddd!" As the husband begins roughing up himself.
The head spills out, she bursts in fluids & creamy semen which puddled inbetween, roughing up his shaft & breaths rapid fully intoxicated with conflicting feelings.
As the baby twists and stretches it's head, huffing out in pain and moaning in glorious ecstacy, her head pulled back whilst both shoulders slowly stretch through.
"Auhhh!~ Mnnffhh~ Auuhh it's too much!" pleasure rushed but began to tire her out, shoulder after shoulder and as the chest bursted out and the baby slid out of her.
Exshausted she had a rest, the hormones remained but she couldn't gasp in air nor properly breath, so laid onto her back and pressed both hands into her belly.
Began to squeeze down the baby, the man quietly jerked and moaned as he released creamy fluids all over his crotch, she began moaning again but with struggle.
"Ou- Ahh~ Ha- aahhh! Oh, it's soo BIG!" the second baby was slowly traversing through, whilst he finally noticed her struggling.
He helped out with one hand, carefully he placed it onto her belly and shifted his full strength and weight onto her belly, she had begun to jerk and groan "OoohhHhhh!~ it's BARELY fitting! Uooohhh!" .
She began spewing fluids and semen, the crowning began to process and moved on quickly to a huge spurt of the head, then a panicked wife blabbered "Ow! Somethi- Ah! Hoo- Uwooohhhh~ wrong!".
He jerked and spewed his seed, then slowly sneaking over and saw the shoulder would barely budge, so he helped with one hand, a gentle tug of the head and the arms flew out.
"AAAAAAHHHH!~ Oh, it's bu- ouuhhh~ but I- feel so GLORIOUS! Ouuaaaaahhhhh!~" as the abdomen slipped out and the baby shot onto the father's lap, as the wife exshautedly was trembling and wriggling as the pain came in.
"OUH! SHIT IT'S BURNING, A- CALL THE AMBULANCE OH, F- AAAHHHHHHH!!" a panicked husband grabs his phone, calling whilst he hoped for her safety.
"911 what's your emergency?" he responds "Yeah, my wife just finished a hombirth but somethings wrong, apparently she's feeling burning pain after the labor, please Hurry!"
"Is she bleeding sir?" He turns to see blood pooling from her "Yes! She is! JUST HURRY!"
"Alright sir? Adress and they'll be there in time" responding fast "xx-xxx-xxx xxxx- xxx xxxxx, Please hurry!" as the caller says "They'll be in under 8 minutes! Hold on!".
The ambulance comes and saves the day.
(I'm not that dark, not yet anyways & sorry for being late things have been very busy! Thanks for your patience and thank you so much!)
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y123345 · 1 year
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A Cheerleader's birth
Amy was a pregnant teen, moreover she was a flyer in the cheerleading team of her school. She knew she fucked up when the pregnancy test came back positive and decided to hide it from everyone else. She acted like she gained some weight and purposely ate snacks in class to make everyone believe she was just gaining weight. Amy used to be a very lean fit girl who worked out regularly. When she initially know about her pregnancy, she remembered some of the fitness influencers having such small bellies because of their toned stomach and thought that would be the case for her too. She quickly found out she was wrong when the ultrasound turned out to be twins and started showing at just 9 weeks.
Initially, she could convinced she gained weight but her coach was not happy abouy it. How can a cheerleader most importantly a flyer could gain weight! Amy got several warnings since the coach was afraid her teammates won't be able to throw her into the air if she contined gaining weight. By the end of 15 weeks, her belly was noticeably bloating and she had no choice but to wear a shaper to suppress her growing stomach. Getting into that tiny shape wear is the worst and most uncomfortable thing but this is the only way to flatten her belly. She knew it was not good for her or the babies but she did not want to quit the team or the school since both are very important for her. She continued going to school and practising this way. Her doctor banned her form cheerleading because of the high risk of injury and accidents but as stubborn as she was, she just continued her way.
By the time she reached 20 weeks, she be wearing two shapers, first a large size to fit her belly then an extra small to squeeze in as much as possible. She was being careful during her practices too! Everytime her teammates accidntally caught or lift her up from her waist, she was scared to death for her babies since waist mean they be squeezing her belly and lifting up or catching without even realizing. And the coach wanted her to lose weight and kept waring.
When her babies reached 29 weeks, she couldn't help but use a waist trainer and three shapers, to bind her big twitching belly. She wore the extra large shaper pants, a large sized shaper bodysuit and lastly, a medium sized cami shaper. She bought the infamous 25 boned waist trainer which was claimed to sucessfully gave a flat belly and an hourglass body by inflnencers and many users. Even this many steps can't hide her belly completely. There was a very visible bump whatever clothes she tried to cover with. Without any of the restraints, her stomach was so huge and ahe couldn't see her toes or walk properly. All of these were really painful and umcomfortable for her although she endured it for the sake of her dreams and future.
One morning, the coach made a horrfying announcement. They would be having a competion with other schools in their state. It was a day before her due date! Shit! Shit! Shit! she thought to herself. And the coach just decided to increase their training time and to try out new moves. New moves! That was a nightmare because new moves would mean more falls.
The team trained overtime mastering old tricks and learning new moves. She did fell several times but most of the time they catch her and falls on side or back were luckily did not harm the babies. She got intense contractions after each fall as if her painfully hardening twin filled belly was about to break free from all the bindings. She wanted to remove those horrible things so badly and let her belly be as huge as it is and carass it to soothe the contractions. But in reality, she wasn't even dare to hold her belly or her aching back too afraid someone would notice.
Only 15 days before the competition. The coach was very unsatisfied with her body weight and shape. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't hide a pregnant mama's weight and figure. All the bindings were at their limit and yet anyone can spot the bump even from afar. So, he commands her to do some exercises for her weight. He had been asking for so long to lose weight and she even gained more. He was pretty furious. Everyday, she was to skip rope for 30minutes and run 5laps. These were quite intense even for a normal person let alone a heavily pregnant woman in her third trimester. The binders were kind of helpful in supporting her belly otherwise it would be bouncing up and down with each jump she made. She was so damn exhausted after rope skipping and running and her stomach was contracting so much that she could barely walk or breathe. She gritted her teeth enduring it not to let a single moan out. Being so exhausted, she lost her footing when they threw her into the air. She was supposed to make a twist mid air and land on her friend's shoulder. Instead, she couldn't make a complete turn and fall onto the friend's head belly first. It was like she headbutted her right in her mid section. The pain ripped through her and she wasn't able to get up by herself. She felt every sceond her belly was head shaped indented and her babies being squished into her organs. Other teammates help her up and sent her back home to rest.
She saw her doctor that evening. The babies are fine thankfully. The doctor was highly against her cheerleading from the very start. She told her most twin pregnancies end up delivering around 38 weeks and very rarely reach full term and to try not to move around so much let alone cheerleading. She stripped naked and looked herself in the mirror, holding her already dropped belly branded with a horrible looking bruise right in the middle.
Today was the day! Fortunately they were able to perform accident free almost to the end. But not the best and didn't win of course! No pregnant woman would be able to perform quick jerky flying and jumping moves with full energy. So, she wasn't any exception. During the ending post, the throwers were mean to carry her bridal style ( but not so much bridal style since she had to be lifted as tense as possible almost as if she was lying supine on the wooden plank), throw her up into the air, and to catch her back in the same position after she made a mid-air turn. But all the unfortunate things happened. The catcher failing to catch her back, her failing to make a complete turn, one thing lead to another she fell helplessly in the prone position, her belly slammed violently with the ground crashed between her own body and the hard ground. However, her teammates immediately thought of covering this mishap as an intentional move for the closing pose. The fall squished all the air in her lungs and she could not even scream. A gush of warm liquid came out of her but no one seemed to notice that. All she did was trying to lift herself of the ground but too painful and weak to do that. Her team immiediately lied down altogether in the same position as her and posed for pictures. The audience was im awe. They thought they witnessed a fall and yet this was actually part of the perfomance. The journalists came running to take picture while more water was coming out and she was still stuck in that position no pregnant woman was ever supposed to be in. Her face was contorted in pain, her belly contracting like crazy and she felt like she was about to pass out. Only after the press finishing up taking pictures, she was helped get back up. One teammate even said Oh you peed yourself? Huh?. As she stood up, she felt the babies entering her birth canal. It took a while to announce all the winning teams and gave them rewards. By the time eveything was over, a head was crowning between her legs. Then all the participants are called upon the stage to take a picture together. She waddles to climb up stairs to the stage with a head widening her pelvis. Some competitors were asked to stand and some to crouch down. She was unfortunately ask to lower herself abit so the others in the back could be in the picture. She squatted down wincing n pain as her contractions were getting longer and closer with almost no time in between. She fought the urge to push trying to hold the baby in. She had to squat for the whole shoot and by the time the shoot was over, her shapewear pants were already forming a huge bulge. She panicked and suddenly sat down on the floor so that the head would be forced back in. She got up slowly trying so hard so the babies would not slip out again. Then she called a taxi and head over to the hospital.
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