#unassisted

[birthanon]

Hey BA!

Loved the story you wrote recently, huge fan of birth denial (as long as no actual harm is done, y’know y’know).

How about a story for a solo birth in nature? I’m a big fan of trying to hold the birth off with nothing but willpower; trying not to push, enjoying the crown. Maybe walking a hiking trail while she pushes.

Hi! I'm so glad you liked it, thanks for reaching out with a prompt! This is definitely a gentler prompt than I've done before, but I enjoyed the variety. Thanks for the opportunity to write this, I hope you enjoy as well!

Also, yee-haw, two birth fics in one day! Trying to get through all the asks people have sent in. I'm so excited to get to everyone's! It might take some time though, so be patient with me!

This fic contains: birth denial, solo birth, unassisted birth, nature birth, fpreg

Sharla had a birthing plan. There was an obscure hiking trail near her that was fairly easy, that ended in a beautiful meadow with a little lake. It was about two miles long, and no one really knew about it. She’d never seen anyone else there in the years she’d hiked the trail. So, as soon as her contractions started getting serious, she got in her car and began her drive. Her plan: hike up the mountain and birth in her favorite spot.

She’d prepared herself well, studying all she needed, practicing breathing techniques. She used them in the car ride up. Once she arrived, she waddled out of the car and headed to the little outhouse. As she used the bathroom, another contraction came. She pushed with it, a small tentative push as the pressure grew. Then, water splattered into the toilet. Water that definitely wasn’t pee.

Well, she thought, This baby’s coming fast. Better get hiking.

She used the toilet paper to wipe herself off, breathed through a contraction in the stall, shaking her hips to ease the pain which seemed far more intense without her waters cushioning everything, then began to head out.

She walked slowly, stopping with every contraction, keeping her legs together to try and help herself to hold off on pushing until she reached her destination. She wore a maternity sundress, so the only thing between her and the outside air was her panties.  It was a crisp spring morning. Beautiful. The birds were singing, and she was out among it where she belonged.

As she walked, she cradled her round belly with both hands, trying to ease the weight of her sore back. And though she didn’t push, her own walking and the power of gravity was slowly pulling the baby down, stretching her little by little as she walked. It was a delicious feeling, painful, yes, but primal, normal. And so long as she didn’t hurry it, her body would be free to stretch as slowly as it needed to.

Things were going well. Sure the baby was moving faster than she’d intended. Sure, with each trail marker she was walking her waddle was becoming more and more distinct. But she was confident she’d make it.

By the time she reached the one mile marker, halfway through the hike, she was feeling less confident. The contractions were coming more and more frequently, and they were hurting more, becoming more insistent. Though she’d managed to not push, her body alone had managed to force the baby all the way through her canal and it was now resting just inside her lips.

She paused at the sign, leaning against it, fishing one of many water bottles from her pack and taking a heft swig. Her hand reached up her dress, feeling at her panties. There was a slight bulge there, but when she slipped her hand inside, she didn’t quite feel a head. 

At least until another contraction hit. She groaned with it. She was bent over, and it made the contraction much worse. Her heavy belly weighing on her belt as it tightened inside her dress. She breathed through the growing demand to push, but still felt the sting of her lips as they began to part, just a tiny bit. Just enough that her finger slipped through and felt a smidge of wet head.

As soon as the contraction ended, she capped her water bottle, and continued walking. Not far down the path, another contraction. She breathed with it, commanding herself not to push, feeling the sting of her lips as they just began to part.

Three contractions later, and she was feeling rather hot. She stopped, leaning against a tree to weather a fourth contraction, then carefully removed her panties and shoved them in her dress pocket. It felt better, without a barrier there. Without the clothing rubbing up against her tender, stretched parts.  She drank some more. Weathered yet another contraction, closing her eyes and moaning with it, her hand resting on her bulging lips, not constraining it, only supporting it.

As soon as it was done though, the baby slipped safely back inside, and she continued her hike. A hawk flew overhead. Bees buzzed in the air. Another contraction, more stretching. She panted. Her body demanded she push. It was getting harder and harder not to listen, but she knew, the second she gave in, her baby would shoot forward, and then she’d never reach the lake. So she breathed, she panted, she moaned, she stretched, but she continued on. Never pushing.

The next contraction was even harder. It stopped her in her tracks. She caught a tree trunk to keep her balance as her body naturally bent, trying to get in a better position to birth. The head eased forward, spreading her even further. She moaned with the pain, thinking, surely, the head must be nearly out. Yet, when she reached down to check, there was only about a square inch of head showing. Good, she thought, continuing her trek.

She focused on the green of the trees, on the fascinating rocks on the trail. Anything, but the growing demand to push. As she reached the marker for a mile and a half, though, she gave in. She stopped, her legs spread, she sunk into a crouch, flustered and sweaty, and pushed, moaning. 

The baby shot forward, searing pain in her lips as they stretched around the sudden crown. She gasped as she noticed her mistake, and forced her legs closer together, nudging the head just a bit back in.  I can’t do that again, she thought. I have to reach the lake.

She was almost there, but the near crown was making walking awfully difficult. The beautiful surroundings were calming, but her hips ached. She reached down, walking with one hand supporting the growing head, feeling it ease forward just a smidge more with each contraction. 

The stretch hurt, but it felt primal, natural, here in the wild, where all things had given birth since the beginning of life. A tree caught her as she stumbled, reaching out its helpful branches, eager to assist the new life. A boulder stood stalwartly as she leaned against it, head spinning, against a particularly strong contraction. The head, ever lower, her legs, ever wider.

Then, finally, just as the head reached a full crown and she was sure she could take not a single more step, she reached the top.

A crystal blue lake, reflecting the perfect sky above, radiant with dazzling light, surrounded by a forest of aspen trees, whispering excitedly to each other in the breeze. 

Gasping in relief, Sharla waddled her way to the edge of the lake. A boulder waited there, providing a perfect companion. She held onto it. As the growing pains of a contraction came, she crouched, pressed her chin to her chest, and, finally, blessedly, pushed.

The head surged forward. She gasped as it surpassed a full crown and shot right out of her, into her hand, water splattering the dirt beneath her. 

Her legs were exhausted, trembling. She needed a new position. First, she checked the cord, making sure it wasn’t around the baby’s neck. No cord, but she enjoyed the tiny softness of the baby’s features.

Then, as the shoulders shifted, she moved. She pulled a tarp from her back pack, still crouched, her baby’s head hanging from her. She spread it by the lakeside, with a flick of her arms. Then, she collapsed back onto it. 

Now leaning against the boulder, she pushed with her next contraction, curling forward, around her round, heaving stomach. Her legs were spread apart, making space for the shoulders, which inched out of her. 

The contraction ended, leaving her heaving for breath. She looked up, watching a bird dive into the water for prey. She watched water twinkle as it fell from the bird’s talons in a cascade of fire-like droplets. Then she went back to pushing, and stretching, just a bit more. One shoulder out.

She leaned back against the boulder once more, grateful for its steady presence. Her baby was cradled in her hand, damp head, one shoulder. She pushed, one last time, curling in on herself, giving it her all, then the baby was out.

Crying in relief, she pulled it from her, and held it against its chest. It was beautiful, it was hers. And her crying turned to laughter, as she sat amongst nature, life’s newest gift safe in her hands.

[r-aindr0p]

Mithrun running, where will he go ?

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

okay i need to appeal to somebody with greater knowledge and greater ability to crowdsource: i’m trying to find out what happened to the real saddler. and everyone is telling me they found his body at the bottom of the elevator shaft but nobody has given me a SOURCE and i feel crazy cause i swear 22 just does not say that anywhere. is my pdf defective? do they say it in a later book?

So what it says in #22: a doctor tells Saddler's mom "Your son's heart stopped. We were rushing him to surgery, but in all honesty he was not going to make it... Then, as they were taking him up to the O.R., something happened with the elevator. It jammed or... or something. The nurse and doctor who were with him seemed to have been knocked out. When they came to, the elevator was working again. They rushed your son to surgery where he... he opened his eyes!" (p. 104-105). The doctor waves his hands and protests about Saddler being uninjured a while longer, and then sends him home.

When Rachel explains that they're trapping David in morph, she says "David's life would end, just the same. And so would 'Saddler's.' Eventually, they would find the real Saddler's body, and then they would know, at least for them, there was no such thing as a miracle."

Judging by what we know of David's morphs and character, I'm guessing it's something like:

He waits around until Saddler's in the elevator (or triggers it by fucking with the heart monitor)

He pulls a fire alarm and/or emergency shutdown

He gets into the elevator as a roach and uses cobra venom or hospital drugs to take the doc and nurse down

He acquires and morphs Saddler

He takes the elevator to the morgue and dumps Saddler there

He gets in bed and waits for the doctor and nurse to recover

But we don't know what happened to the real Saddler. I've seen the theory that David morphed lion and ate him, or that he stashed him in an unused room. I think people refer to Saddler getting tossed down an elevator shaft because he disappeared inside an elevator, not necessarily being literal. (Like, how would David access it?)

[kirkendauhl-v2]

Like, I know I'm not supposed to compare myself to others in the gym, but when I see someone who's in shape and looks good use a machine, and I use it afterwards, and my starting weight is like 5lbs less than their last set, it makes me want to stamp my feet and say "no fair" bc I'm over here, being circular, lifting close to your weight, and I look like I've been doing naps on the couch instead of laps on a track.

Sure, he's smaller than me, so being 5'11" and 340lbs generally means I'll start off stronger than the average novice, but strength is like 10% of what I want, and they have the other 90%.

I'll get there, but fuck man, that's annoying lol

[t6fs]

trying to get the hang of their shape. dont look at their feet okay. yesterday was a long day.

[cementcornfield]

anyway i like this guy. he's right!

[tojisun]

MOUSE MAGIC

[teh-nos]

oh aye, it's all fun and games until your fic needs someone on asgard to change a law and then you realise they have no functioning... anything... and your thought process of "well first the king would have to summon the parliament..." is nonsense and you don't even know how they pick a regent there despite that being a crucial plot point in the first film. you fool. just say a wizard did it!

[cassieoz]

The Barn

Heather didn't realise that she was in active labor until the most intense pain hit her core. She cramped over and cried out wildly. The pain was breathtaking. Her lower body squeezed violently. Within minutes, she also began to feel the heavy stretching of her baby's head between her thighs. Heather managed to strip off her cotton dress and fall back against the hay bales. Heather arched her back and gripped the warm straw. Her hands clutched tightly as she threw her head from side to side. The contracting belly that held her baby twisted savagely. Heather panted heavily as the surges grew stronger and harder. Soon, the urge to push was unavoidable. The barn filled with primal sounds of grunting and straining. The baby was gigantic. Heather worked hard through each incredible pang. Sweat rolled down her face. Dampness covered her entire body as she yelled out in total agony. The birthing mother could feel the burning stretch of the head as crowning approached. Erupting brutally, Heather pushed and strained downwards. The birthing sensations mixed together in a cocktail of torture. Her folds split apart as the need to deliver consumed her laboring frame. Heather howled out with torturous cries. The painful surges were now unstoppable. Without warning, the strongest of all birthing pain exploded at her entrance. She couldn't control her body as the baby prepared to be born. Wild screams could be heard all around the farm. Birth was enviable. Heather was lost in the intensity of delivering her child. Loud, primal sounds echoed around the stall. The monstrous head launched forward. A tsumani of turmoil aggressively opened up the birthing mother. Heather roared out at the top of her lungs. One almighty push after the other powered through her red, hot lips. The end came with intense force. Heather shouted out! The announcement of her baby was enormous. The head thrashed forward, followed by the tremendous size of the infant. Her baby quickly nursed at his mother's chest moments after birth. Heather was exhausted but happy to finally be holding her baby boy. Next time, she wanted a girl! A large girl to equal her first birthing experience.

[birthcouple]

Big sister’s wish - a birthing experience like never before

Last year for Christmas my oldest daughter who is 13 made a wish hoping to deliver her next sibling. My wif and I were taken aback from this request as we had never actively let our older children participate in any of our births. Shortly after my wife found out that we were expecting our seventh child in august and through months of begging we finally agreed to let our eldest two our 13 year old and our 11 year old take part in the birth.

Bearing our seventh child hasnt been easy for my wife. We are unsure if this will be our last child hence we have been cherishing every moment and planning for a unique birth experience.

On the 11th August when my wife was one week shy from her due date, she started to experience back cramps and irregular contractions. Knowing that I wanted my wife to only focus on the birth we our two children I then told my parents to pick the rest of our children up so that my wife could have a quiet and calm birthing experience with no other distractions.

12/8/24 0330am - she woke me up. I was still in a daze when she told me its time. She peeled down her underwear and there was a damp red stain. I quickly got her up and undressed while i called my two oldest. My oldest daughter (B) wanted to be involved in everything including checking of my wife’s dilation hence we tried to include her as we could doing a more hands on birth like never before. My wife decided to give birth on the bed so it would be easier for B to monitor her. Getting into position we then taught B how to check the dilation. My wife assisted by prying open her puffy vaginal lips while B slipped her hand in. B was taken aback at first as she said she could only felt something slimey and something rubbery which we assumed was the water bag as it has yet to burst. My wife then started massaging her own clit in attempt to get comfortable. B assisted to massage my wife’s clit in between rests. I taught her how to pinch my wife’s bean in between her tiny fingers. My wife moaned so much during the process. Subsequently her water brokw at 0342am. There was when the process sped up even more. My wife knew that B wants to see the head of the baby she told B to peel her lips open while she gave her first big push and the tip of the baby’s head can be seen near the back of her vaginal walls. Me and wife knew that it will be still some time before the baby crown hence we allowed B to rest at the side while me and my wife had our own intimate little session.

I nestled my wife in between my bulging boxers while i massaged her nipples and clit. There was a point where my wife squirted but i told B that just a gush of water. My wife then felt a need to push. B quickly came in and took her little hands and pressed at my wife’s perineum while she pushed to an initial crown. B was in awe and stroked the baby’s head but it popped back in as soon as the contraction ended. My wife allowed B to slip her fingers in and feel the baby’s head which B was estactic. At this point of time i was already bursting with excitement to see my loved one birthing our new love and my oldest daughter helping. I couldnt helped it but nut in my boxers. My wife felt the dampness of my boxers and turned to carass my hair and kissed me.

0403am. My wife has gotten in a full crown and wanted to get on all fours. B then assisted to pry open my wifes butt cheek to get a better view while i continue rubbing her clit to relief pain. The moment my wife changed position the baby’s head emerged almost immediately. This was where we had to check for the baby’s cord. B assisted to insert her tiny fingers pass my wife’s swelling lips to feel for her cord. Before she could say anything, my wife arched her back and let out the biggest moan and our baby was born there and then. B was so amazed and thank me and wife for the amazing opportunity. This made me want to breed my wife almost immediately so that we can have another and alloy my daughter to birth her new sibling.

[lexosaurus]

I know that was a shitpost for the latest Danny Phantom fandom meme, but I'm genuinely impressed and how authentic it sounds. How much of Dash's monologue is real advice, and how do you know all of that? Do you work out?

Yes I'm so sorry to inform my good people of Tumblr that I've secretly been a part of the gym fandom for all this time. I've only recently come out as a gymbro in this phandom via my creation of the current dp gym bro au meme that I've forced upon everyone in this good holy christian space. I mix whey protein into my overnight oats, I track my macros, and I have a closet full of Gym Girlie Outfits��️.

And just know it's a badge of honor that I carry to be able to say I've converted multiple members of the Danny Phantom phandom into regular gym goers as well 💪

[pensherosjourney]

ryan graves i always knew you were a true ally

[rowenasdarling]

so like how do i accept that it’s never going to get better? not even being pessimistic btw, what i have is incurable and degenerative. it will not get better. i’m going to be managing pain for the rest of my life. realistically i’m probably going to get worse at some point. what do i even do with that.

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

This must have been from when I had a bad cold because these screencaps are atrocious, and my cropping* likely doesn't help.

*Why did I decide to do this gameplay with the same aspect ratio as pre-edited screencaps and now feel sworn to stick with it lolol

At least in the last shot, I managed to almost get Rory breaking the fourth wall to wonder why she's stuck on pacify duty for all these Collective members and where the forbidden word was her father during this all...

[captainjonnitkessler]

not gon lie you probably have a malpractice case on your hands cause it sounds like that hospital is incompetent

Look, I know malpractice suits are one of those things everyone thinks they deserve when in actuality the bar is a lot higher than just "the hospital made a mistake" . . .

But I do think if you send home a three-day-post-partum woman that you mistakenly diagnosed with bacterial pneumonia without so much as a chest x-ray because her lungs "sounded fine", when what actually happened was that she had aspiration pneumonia caused by aspirating stomach acid into her lungs along with SEVERE post-partum preeclampsia resulting in two LITERS of fluid collecting around the heart . . . . you should get fucking sued