#unassisted birth

[i-cant-stop69]

Insanely fast car birth

[hush-writes-preg]

I watch the harbor every night from my bedroom window. A better partner would be familiar with the look of his boyfriend’s ship by now, but I’m more of a fucktoy than a partner. It’s no surprise that after years of playful sex- often over alcohol- my belly started to swell. The only problem is that my boyfriend is rarely around. His captain only brings the crew to my town once every couple months. At least, that’s how it’s supposed to be.

I haven’t seen him since he knocked me up.

Maybe that’s intentional. Maybe he knew he slipped, and he chose not to come back, afraid of facing his perceived mistake. Perhaps he figured I wouldn’t find him if he did come back, since I can’t even recognize his ship.

Or maybe he hasn’t been able to come back. I worry endlessly that something happened to him, or to his captain, and he may never show up in town again. My hope is that he will.

But I don’t have time to wait around for him anymore. I don’t have time to stare at the harbor from a distant hill and wonder if any figure in the crowd is him. His baby is coming now.

Wordcount: 911

Themes: Birth, unassisted birth

You can see the lights from the town below as you watch the docks in vain. You hear the faint sounds of a bustling city at night and the wind whipping across the water to rattle the windows of your tiny apartment. The old tenement isn't much, but it is cheap, and at least your linens are clean. 

And nobody pays any mind to the young person with their illegitimate pregnancy here. 

Another cramp ripples through your belly, large, tight, and round beneath your tunic. You groan and clutch at the windowsill as you try to breathe through the pain. Your legs feel weak, and your water is dripping down the insides of your thighs, already bare since you had the forethought to lose your trousers early on.

"Gods," you sigh, and try to walk yourself to the bed.

Your contractions are getting closer together. They're stronger, too, and each one leaves you gasping for breath. It won't be long now.

You've almost reached the foot of your bed when another one hits. It's so sudden and so intense that your knees give out, sending you crumpling to the floor. You land on all fours, barely preventing your belly from being crushed under your weight.

Your head feels light. You pant heavily and try to focus on something other than the pain. You smell the salty breeze and hear the waves crashing in the distance. The floorboards beneath your knees are old and rough. Candlelight flickers wildly over the paneled walls, casting deep, dark shadows in the corners of the room.

When the next contraction comes, you cry out. You can't hold it back. You're too overwhelmed. It feels like your whole body is contracting, like there's an iron fist squeezing around your abdomen.

"Gods, gods," you chant, "please, please..."

You have no idea what you're asking for. You want to be strong enough to bear it, you suppose. You want your labor to end.

You can't get back up. All you can do is brace yourself against the bed and wait for the next contraction. You try to count the minutes between them, but your head is getting foggier and you're having trouble remembering the number you've counted up to.

The next wave is worse than the others. It rips a scream from you, and another gush of fluid spills from between your legs. It makes a puddle beneath you and runs down the backs of your legs.

"Oh," you groan, "oh hells..."

You can feel the baby now. You can feel it moving lower in your body, the pressure in your pelvis building.

"Gods," you whimper. You can't think. All you can do is feel the sensations of the baby making its way down, your body forcing it from the only home it's ever known since the night your lover planted it within you.

"It's coming," you whimper to the empty room, "it's coming now."

Where was your lover? Why did you have to endure this alone?

You reach between your legs and feel the opening where the head has begun to spread you open, stretching you wider than you've ever been stretched before. 

"Ow, ow, ow," you moan, "please...!"

You don't know who you're begging. The gods? Your lover? The baby? 

"Please," you beg, "please, let me have it..."

The head moves further down, aching and burning as your body strains to let it pass. It's almost too much to bear, but you keep breathing through it even after the contraction is over. 

Another gush of fluid runs down your legs. You reach behind you, between your thighs, and feel the baby's hair.

"It's coming," you sob, "it's coming, it's coming, oh, gods..."

You're shaking and sweating. Your belly trembles, still pressed against the floor.

"It's coming," you wail.

There's no way your neighbors don't hear you right now, but your labor isn't their concern. You're on your own.

The baby's head is crowning. The skin around your entrance pulls tight as the baby stretches you further, until you feel as though you're going to split in two. You push, and you can feel the head beginning to emerge.

You're almost there. It's stretching you so wide. You can't believe it's going to fit.

"Come on, come on, come on," you chant, like a desperate spell. It's got to keep going. It just has to. 

The baby's head slides free. It rests in the space between your legs, and the shoulders begin to follow.

"Almost there," you whimper, spreading your knees wider in an attempt to open your pelvis, "almost there..."

You grit your teeth and bear down as hard as you can.

The shoulders pop free. The rest of the baby slides out with a wet squelch, and you reach back just in time to catch it as it tumbles free of your body.

"Oh, gods," you breathe, tears welling in your eyes.

It's a boy. He's bloody and slimy, but he's alive, and he's crying. 

You did it.

"It's okay," you soothe him, "you're okay."

You hold him close, cradling him against your chest as you finally turn and slump against the floor. His heartbeat is fast and strong.

"It's okay," you promise him, "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

The baby's cries subside. His tiny fingers curl into fists.

"You're perfect," you tell him, "you're so beautiful."

Your son.

Your little boy.

He looks just like his missing father, and you can't help but weep.

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[preggo-ace]

“What!? You- you can’t be ready to push…. The ambulance isn’t here yet.” I said, gently rubbing your back, while frantically looking down the deserted country road for signs of the ambulance.

We had gone on a walk through the local forest to help kick-start your contractions, but neither of us expected your labor to come on as suddenly as it did. Or as quickly. I kept one arm round your waist as we trekked through the forest back towards civilisation, stopping every so often for you to ride out each contraction. The pains quickly got worse and dangerously more frequent. I called an ambulance when you started grunting through them.

And now here we were, standing on the side of a quiet country road. You were braced against a tree, rocking your hips side to side and humming deeply. Feeling useless, all I could was massage your back and hope to god help would arrive soon.

“Take a breath sweetie, see if you can pant through it.”

I try my absolute hardest to take your suggestion, but it proves futile quickly. The weight of the baby lodged in my birth canal, the nearly blinding pressure, it's all too much for me. My body isn't giving me a choice.

"I... I can't. I can't, I'm sorry..."

Lowering into a small squat against the tree, I push into my hand with a whimper, the care of giving birth into my pants long since gone. They don't have much give, but it is enough for the head to descend at least a little. This wasn't what we had planned, not at all, though clearly this baby wasn't waiting. Still deep in the throes of the contraction, I push again with a low groan in the back of my throat.

I finally release the push with a gasp, leaning farther against the tree as I catch my breath. Due to the restriction of my clothes, my pushes didn't yield much progress, but part of me is kind of grateful for that; I'd rather not give birth on the side of the road! However, that also means I grow more and more uncomfortable by the second, my lips burning as they're trapped outstretched by the baby's head peeking through.

I push again despite my best efforts, eager to make that burning stop. My nails dig into the tree bark like claws, and I growl through gritted teeth as I exert practically all of my energy downwards. The baby, however, stays in place.

With still no sign of the ambulance - or any other human life besides us - I sink down to my knees as I accept the reality of this situation. We aren't leaving this forest without a baby.

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[realseeno]

Deep in the Forest

“Mommy? Will supper be ready soon? I’m hungry!” Voiced my daughter, tapping my hip and looking up at me with curious eyes as I turned to respond.

I wore a simple, brown skirt with a matching top and toiled away at the counter, preparing a hearty but easy to make stew for my full home. I was pregnant with my 9th child, probably overdue-not like I would know anyway. We were too far out to go to a doctor or midwife. I had lived in this small cottage nestled in the forest since I was a little girl. Initially living with my grandmother, though she died when I was a teen. I’d still be alone if it wasn’t for the rare hikers, traders, salesmen, loggers, and any others who happened to pass by the cottage. Nearly every one of them left a gift with me, a baby. My oldest was now becoming a man-he did most of the hunting and repairs-increasingly doing more as my pregnancy progressed. My youngest was almost a year old, and I had 6 others between the two. We were very independent, making our own clothes, tools-hunting and gathering our own food, even growing a couple vegetables, collecting our own water from the clear stream nearby. I turned toward my daughter, rubbing my swollen belly gently over the drab blouse and smiling.

“Not long now sweetie. Why don’t you get your brother?” I suggested, seeing him work tirelessly by a pile of logs, splitting wood for the fireplace.

The rest of my kids inside, as they were instructed to do when the sun began to set. My oldest daughter, just under my son, rounding the younger ones up and ushering them to the table. Handing me the baby after I finished dishing out bowls for everyone, nestling her in my arms and by my chest. I gently undid the homemade buttons on the top of my blouse, letting her feed while I took a seat to eat from my bowl. Looking over my large family, seeing my son walk in with my daughter, both finding their seats. We said grace, everyone digging into their bowls and talking with each other. Pressing a soft kiss on the baby’s head as she suckled hungrily. I was cherishing these last couple weeks, knowing my son would go out and try to get a well-paying job in town soon. Promising to return with money for us and a wife of his own, though I didn’t push him to do anything, wanting him to explore his own life.

“So how was everyone’s day?” I asked to the table, getting a variety of answers. Seeing the kids giggle at each other’s jokes and occasionally getting rowdy, which both my oldest daughter and I corrected. Everyone finished within a half hour, and the task of getting everyone to bed was next. Luckily my oldest two helped with that while I did dishes, scrubbing each one along with the utensils in the basin. One of the rare times I had to myself, in quiet. However it didn’t last long, since I of course had to kiss everyone goodnight. Passing from bed to bed, pressing a kiss on a cheek and hugging each child. We only had two bedrooms, with one rooming 7 of 8 children regularly, save for the baby who stayed in mine in a bassinet. Though I let two share my bed every night, on a rotating basis so everyone was given the opportunity to have a break from the stuffiness of the other bedroom. Thankfully it was my two oldest tonight, so I wouldn’t have to deal with the normal rowdiness and refusal to sleep. After ensuring everything was taken care of, I entered the room and changed into a simple nightie I had sewn to accommodate my swollen form, then placing the baby in the bassinet by the bed. Slipping into the small bed, followed by my two oldest. My daughter blowing out the candle before they both rolled toward me, on their sides as I laid on my back, feeling my son gently push up my nightie, exposing my bare belly to rub. My daughter joining his hand not long after. With them resting a head on either breast, nestling in.

“Goodness Mother..the baby’s really low no?” My son whispered, looking up a little from his resting spot on my breast.

I looked back down, chuckling softly.

“Oh believe me, I don’t need to be reminded. But yes, I think the little one will be here pretty soon.” I muttered, gently rubbing each of my children’s heads, slowly running my hand through their hair.

I sighed softly as the baby was dramatically stretching to one side, causing my belly to lean heavily towards my son. The constant stretching and kicking causing quite a bit of discomfort, along with the pressure on my bladder. Feeling him trace the baby’s small foot, smiling at such an intimate moment with his unborn sibling. My daughter focusing on doing wide, gentle rubs by the base of my belly to try and soothe the muscles of my pelvis. She was practically a midwife, attending and helping with every birth of mine that she could remember. I even encouraged her to try and find a job in the profession when she got a little older. Knowing her natural beauty would be sure to get her a supportive husband quickly. They both fell asleep relatively quickly, a hand on either side of my belly and tired from the days work. As much as I tried, I got nearly none. Sweating and achy the whole night, looking up at the ceiling restlessly. By the time I finally fell asleep, I felt myself being woken up hardly an hour later as the two stirred, stretching and waking me up. After some yawning and good morning kisses, we got up and started to get ready for the morning. I took the baby, breastfeeding her and walking around the house. Making breakfast and distributing a meal for every child. The baby in my womb felt especially low today, weighing me down and making me feel perpetually groggy. Much slower to tend to house chores, looking to spend as much time stretching and sitting down instead of dealing with my full house. My daughter thankfully helping, rounding up the little ones as I spent time alone in my bedroom. The heat was starting to get to me, and I stripped before long. Briefly gazing in the worn down mirror I had by the closet, seeing how swollen I looked. Turning sideways to marvel at how my bump seemed to almost point down. The baby in my arms especially hungry this morning, frequently feeding for long intervals for the rest of the day. I had never had a labor and birth shorter than 2 days, so I wasn’t expecting fast progress. The pains just slowly growing, shifting to my wide hips as I groaned. Before I knew it night fell, and my oldest son finally checked on me, opening the door slowly and calling for me. His eyes widening at the sight, seeing me entirely nude and in a half squat to alleviate the pressure. His youngest sibling comfortably nestled in my arms, suckling. I briefly acknowledged him, but required his help to move. He approached and took my arm, gently guiding me out to the kitchen. My daughter had cooked dinner, and I found a warm meal waiting for me at the table. The other kids mostly unphased, knowing this is what I tended to do when getting close to having a baby. But the youngest were a little confused, reassured by the others. After eating the family dispersed, and I got a quick but enjoyable massage from my oldest daughter before going to stretch and breathe more, heading to bed early. Actually able to get some sleep, but woken up by my daughter bringing in my two youngest, other than the baby. I let out a deep sigh, knowing this would be a rowdy night. It took forever to get them to finally settle down, but even in sleep they were energetic. Feeling restless knees push into my belly all night, keeping the baby inside awake and stirring my bladder, kicking wildly. I got absolutely no sleep, and found the sun rising before I even had a minute of rest. The pain had built quite a lot, making me feel almost immobile. Luckily my oldest were ready to help in the morning, escorting out the little ones and helping me outside to relieve myself in the grass. Carrying my baby as usual, letting her feed again. Getting into a low squat, and slowly peeing after letting the weight shift. My son keeping a hand on my shoulder, quietly waiting for me to finish. When I did, he helped me up. But a more brazen pain radiated throughout me, causing me to pause as I rested against his chest. I let out an awkward, shaky groan and my eyes widened, followed by the familiar but still odd sensation of water breaking.

A rush of warm, flowing liquid running down my son’s lower stomach and crotch, completely soaking him. I leaned more against his body, shuddering at the feeling. He just silently looked at me, knowing exactly what happened. Not needing any explanation as he slowly helped me toward the house. I was only able to take slow steps, waddling along with an awkward, wide gait as some of the kids notice. All telling each other, and watching as I entered the home. I mostly stayed to myself, standing and propping my hands against the counter for the next few hours. My daughter occasionally rubbing my back or helping with stretches. Eventually I felt the downward movement of my baby, quivering in pain and trying to breathe deeply and evenly. Spreading my legs and going into a slight squat, feeling more intense contractions trying to get the baby out of me. Everything was incredibly slow, and it was another few hours before any sign of the baby even showed. A pair of feet just barely peeking out.

“B..breech? Of course..” I muttered shakily, feeling the unique sensation of a breech birth. I had only had one before, and it was quite long and painful, even for a birth.

Feeling the small toes gave me some relief, smiling as the baby shifted a little. An hour or so later the legs descended, enough so that the sex could be determined. Everything above the hips still stuck inside me. My daughter mentioning it, smiling as she grasped my arm gently.

“It’s a boy Mother!” She said excitedly, giggling a little and kissing my cheek. It would only be my third boy, something which I’m sure my sons would enjoy. Trying to push more for the next few hours as the sun set and bedtime came, though finding no progress. Feeling a rough tug from one of my younger girls on one of the legs sticking out, causing the baby to dramatically kick and painfully move inside me. I went to correct her with an angered face, but thankfully my oldest daughter pulled her away, teaching her it was wrong. I was forced to move around and tend to house chores with the baby hanging below me, the small legs kicking occasionally. Seeing my younger son giggle as a soft stream hit the floor. I looked down to see the baby already peeing, the pressure from the position forcing out the liquid. I smiled and rubbed my son’s head before helping to usher everyone to bed. I stayed in the living room, laboring all night and trying to muffle my voice with a rag, stuffing it between my teeth. Moaning constantly into the cloth, screaming when the worse pains hit. Slowly the baby descended, my lips holding back the head as the neck and below hung between my legs. Nothing more happened for the night, with the sun rising and the kids leaving their rooms to find me in a half squat, my hands clutching a chair each. Exhausted, sweating, and in extreme pain. It didn’t take long, however, before the baby’s head finally slipped free. The limp, soaking body sliding out quickly and falling to the hardwood floor with a loud plop, making a wet mess as it hit the ground. I went to bend down, nearly passing out and taking a moment to recover. Slowly wrapping my hands around the newborn boy and bringing him to my chest with a relieved sigh. My full house gathering around, all looking in wonder as their baby brother was brought into this world.

[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.

[thed00dlepie]

From Lydia Pearson's Simstagram!

I have a special announcement! Our newest blessing has been born! i went into labor about a week after Abby's baptism at about 8:30 at night! Luckily Andrew Jacob was home this time so he watched Abigail while I gave birth. He's such a wonderful headship. Andrew Jacob [AN: mostly Andrew Jacob probably] and I, have decided to have all unassisted homebirths and leave my birth in the hands of The Watcher! After about an hour of pushing at 9:33 PM our newest blessing was born!

Introducing our newest blessing Liam Jacob Pearson! I can't believe I gave birth to a headship! I know we will raise him to be a great headship and father in the eyes of The Watcher! We gave him the middle name Jacob as it is tradition in Andrew Jacob's family for the firstborn son to have Jacob somewhere in their name so we decided it was best used it as his middle name!

Andrew Jacob was just enamored with Liam from the moment he laid eyes on him. here he is now holding Liam for the first time! Once Liam is older he will start teaching him how to be a man. But for now it's my job to look after him!

Abigail is also quite enthused about having a new sibling she is enjoying talking to him and explaining things to him! Isn't that cute? She's going to make a great mother someday! She's not old enough to help mama care [AN: raising] for the little ones yet but she will be soon!

Those are the newest updates in our family for now I hope you enjoyed this joyful update!

Have a blessed day,

Lydia

[painfulstretch]

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

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

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

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

[cyankeiya]

Birth on the couch

Words: 2.3K+

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

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

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

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

“Hey, you okay?” She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you,” He breathed. 

“I love you too.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, baby.” He said. 

“You need water?” She asked.

“Sure, yeah.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“How much longer until I can push?” 

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

He threw his head back into the pillow in agony.

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

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

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

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

“You ready?” She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Can you see anything yet?” He panted.

“I see a head, and some hair.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get it out…FUCK!!” He exclaimed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sierrathesimmer]

OUR BIRTHING CENTER 👶

A functional birthing center using PandaSama's Child Birth Mod. The birthing pool, birthing pillows and pool are needed for functionality but not required (you will need to download the mod to get these items). This lot is set as Generic, but can be used for storytelling purposes, machinimas and so on.

The perfect place to get 2D or 3D ultrasounds, plan your birthing method (Water Birth, Natural Birth, Unassisted, etc). This lot includes 4 birthing rooms with bathrooms in each. A waiting area, receptionist area and a bathroom. Make sure to tag socials below if you use the build in any way. Happy Simming!

Lot Size - 40x20 or 50x50 (two versions)

DL [Patreon] Public Release - 4/10

Birthing pool, Birthing pillows, Yoga ball by pandasama.

"Our Birthing Center" custom lighted sign by gawdlysims.

Most of the hospital cc + signs are by syboulette.

Ultrasound machine + Pregnancy Ecography Ultrasound poses by @inabadromance.

Thank you to all the cc creators for making this build possible!

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[helenaaa2]

Your best friend is pregnant!!!

Im Helena your best friend, we’re always together and I share all my secrets with you, you’re like my big brother. I’m 1.49mts, bob haircut, dark-brown eyes, dark hair, weight 50kgs, B cup and wide hips .

41 weeks ago I told you I had an adventure with a man in a bar when I was on vacations with my family, a few weeks later I bought a pregnancy test and I called you to do it together. We both saw the positive result with fear, I asked you to please don’t tell anyone and then we’ll see what to do.

I didnt want to abort, so I started using very oversized clothes. It was in the week 26 when things started to get difficult because my bump was huge, I tried using even your shirts but anything worked, that huge belly button was visible through every single outfit. After a few hours planning something we decided that the best option we had was moving together as roommates with the excuse of “searching for new work opportunities”, have the baby and give it in adoption, then come back. My parents knew you for a long time so they didn’t have any problem with the idea.

We moved to a little house in the suburbs so anyone knew us and we didn’t have to hide it, I felt completely free using sport bras again and my favourite dresses. We were so peaceful until week 35, by this point I was huge, my milky boobs had doubled their original size, we couldn’t remember any other pregnant women we ever seen that was bigger than me. But there was not that much time left, I was so excited to give birth and finally get back to my life, but at the same time scared because now having a completely natural unassisted birth at home doesn’t seem to be a good idea.

We started thinking about everything we needed for the birth and that we didn’t visit any doctor, so on the week 37 we decided we had to see a doctor just to see if everything was ok and to set everything for the adoption. We drove 2 hours to the closest hospital to the gyno appointment, we told him the truth because he seemed to be very empathic and he actually was.

The appointment started with questions and answers

-“How old are you?”

H.-“26”

-“In 20 years as a gyno Ive just seen two tummies that big, do you know how many weeks you have?”

H.-“Yeah, it never stops growing. I have 37 weeks but I’ve read that maybe it’s just a lot of amniotic fluid.”

-Maybe, but that big it’s not just because of fluids. Do you know who’s the father?

H.-“No, I can’t remember and I don’t want to know”

-Ok, let’s have a look. Please take out all your clothes, use this coat and get comfy in those stirrups right there.

It was time for a ultrasound, we I was very nervous. I asked you to stay with me all the time so you did, I loved how you were supporting me all the time and I hold your hand and put it over my exposed big belly.

Doctor arrived a few minutes later and started preparing everything, we were about to know everything about my baby. He used some gel that was really cold and got my nipples so hard, I was so nervous and gripped your hand firmly. He started scanning my belly with the ultrasound, I couldn’t distinguish anything but when he moved the devise a little bit to the center he laughed so bad “WHATT?!!” I shouted to the doctor trying to see the image in the monitor “Lady, you actually have a lot of fluid but what really makes you huge is that you’re expecting twins”

I couldn’t react, I was totally shocked really thinking in anything, I was just analyzing the new and finally looked at you. You weren’t scared or shocked, YOU WERE SO HAPPY and your happiness went through your hand to me. I felt better after that, but the bad news were coming. After that, the appointment continued with the doctor checking my whole body, my tits, my belly, my cervix and I don’t know what else. When he finished I went for my clothes and dressed up, I come back and heard you talking about the birth, I sit down and the doctor explains everything now to me.

-“What I just saw is something really rare, most women like you…you know…petite with twins don’t usually reach even the week 35, but you’re now on the 37 and the babies doesn’t seem to be very excited to come out. To make it simple…your situation is like this, you’re going to have those babies for at least 3 weeks more inside of you, and right now I can calculate each baby weights around 8lbs”

When doctor said 8lbs I just let another “WHAT?!!!” Come out from me

-“Yes, what you heard sweetie, 8lbs and they’re getting heavier. I calculate a final weight of around 10lbs each if you give birth in the week 40. So, what I recommend you is to let those babies grow those 3 weeks more and then come here to have a c-section or induce the labour if your babies are in the correct position.”

H.-“I was thinking about an all natural birth at home doc…that’s what we want right?” I turn to you waiting for your answer.

Y.-“Yeah, for sure…We were very excited about having the babies at home without any medical procedure. I even took a few curses and now I’m a certified midwife” you said proudly.

-“I wouldn’t recommend that, a birth of babies that big is not something easy, but I admire your courage. What we can do is this, you actually have really wide hips that are perfect to give birth so I won’t be worried about baby getting stuck, but I’m actually worried about your vagina. Most of the times the real problem is that the vagina is not that wide or they just don’t let it stretch correctly. So what we’re gonna do is this: I’ll send you some clases I give online so you can know exactly what to do in all the possible cases that could happen during the birth. But this is just for the week 40 as time limit, if you reach the week 41 there’ll be no other option than practice a c-section, understand?”

My mind was receiving a lot of information at the same time, just the words “10lbs, birth, vagina, stretch, 40, c-section” were mixed rounding my head. Little bit worried and confused I looked at you, you didn’t seem to be worried about anything, you looked so excited and sure about what we were about to do. Again your confidence and happiness infected me and gave me the strength to turn to the doctor and say “That’s great, thank you for everything. We’ll contact you if something happens” Get slowly and hardly up the chair to shake the doctors hand.

We were in the car coming back home and we couldn’t stop talking about what we needed to do, what we needed to prepare, what we needed to buy and bet when the babies were coming. Was a very long road trip so we had enough time to talk and plan every single detail.

-

It’s the first time I write a story, please tell me what do you think. It’s too large but I think it’s not boring

If you like it ask for the part 2 ❤️

[nancypreggo]

fill for an @imagineyourepregnant request also inspo from @pleasure-victim from this post tags/kinks: afab!reader, long, painful/difficult birth, home birth, unassisted(ish) birth, lactation

A woman is pregnant with septuplets (7 babies). Despite multiples usually coming early, she manages to make it to her due date. Her and her husband wake up to head to the hospital for a planned c-section, only to find a blizzard trapped them in their house. She then goes into labor and she's forced to deliver all seven babies with no medicine and just her husband helping her. The babies are large, some are in the wrong position, and the entire thing is excruciatingly long and painful for her.

Seven babies was quite a way to start a large family. You knew your family was fertile-- as was his-- judging from both yours and his many siblings, aunties, and uncles... but the most anyone had had on either side of your family was triplets. You supposed it was just a bit of luck on your side that gave you two such a wonderful blessing and you were both more than happy to fill your large house with all seven little babies.

Although your GYN had strongly insisted that you be admitted and put on observation at least during your last month of pregnancy, you politely declined. It was already going to be bad enough that you had to spend the necessary days in the hospital when you actually delivered them and you wanted to keep that stay as short as possible. If it were up to you, you wouldn't be getting a C-section at all but with so many babies-- and unusually large ones at that-- it was the safest and least painful method of getting them home.

On the morning of your scheduled C-section, you woke up with a pain in your back, towards the base of your spine. It was nothing too out of the ordinary since you were carrying seven very large, at-term babies, but coupled with the on-and-off contractions from the night previous, you were just glad you were heading to the hospital that day. You got out of bed with a little chill; it had been getting cold these days and you fluffy robe didn't even manage to cover any of your oversized, oblong stomach anymore.

Waddling into the bathroom to relieve yourself, you took a little breath and whined; the pain was only getting worse and you thought to wake your husband up early so you could start making your way to the hospital. When you were just about to brush your teeth, you looked out the window and realized you couldn't see into the neighbor's yard like you always could. In fact, you couldn't see hardly anything at all because of the falling snow.

Dropping the toothbrush and forgetting it altogether, you rushed as much as your large form would take you to wake up your husband. "Honey! Wake up..!"

Sure enough, when the two of you made it out towards the front of the house to inspect the driveway and the roads... You were completely snowed in. No one was coming or going and there was no way an ambulance was going to make it to the house while this blizzard was raging on.

"Ow..!" You yelped as your clutched the side of your stomach, your knees buckling under you as the pain of your latest contraction told ahold of you. Thankfully your husband was right there by your side to catch you and help you lean against the closest sturdy surface. "I think... I think the babies-- they aren't going to wait," you told him.

You and your husband were in no way, shape, or form, even moderately prepared to deliver one baby-- let alone seven. You had gone to Lamaze classes together but with a C-section in the plans, neither one of you had bothered to learn anything about natural birth.

You paled at the thought of pushing out seven babies with absolutely no anesthesia or an epidural. There wasn't even a way for a doctor to do a episiotomy to have the babies come through easier.

You were physically on your own when it came to delivering these babies into the world.

Your husband attempted to call 9-1-1 to at least alert of them of what was happening and possibly get medical advice over the phone but the blizzard raging on outside had the phone lines down. You both were just grateful to have electricity and access to hot water.

"I... I need to lie down," you cried, and your husband helped you to waddle your way back to the bedroom. Halfway there, another contraction gripped your stomach with a vice-like pressure that had you forcing out a painful howl. A torrent of fluid gushed out from between your legs and made an absolute mess on the hardwood floors. "O-oh... Oh, fuck-- th-they.. They're really coming..!"

"Let's go, love; let's get you back into bed and I'll look." Your husband tried to remain calm as he guided you into bed and helped you take off your robe. When you laid down, he took off your panties and gasped at the sight before him. He told you that you were dilating and there was already a mass bulging out your sex. When he pushed a few fingers into you, he gasped again. "Sweetheart, I think I can feel the first one!"

Tears ran down your cheeks at the realization as you looked up at your husband. He was trying his best to remain calm for your sake but you could tell he was just as scared as you were. The contractions were practically one on top of another, and the pains were becoming even more intense.

Sobbing out loud, you grasped at the bedsheets beneath you and it felt like you were opening up from the inside out. "Ohh, f-fuck..!" you yelled, feeling a burning sensation between your legs. The first baby had entered your birth canal and was fully engaged. Your body told you to push and with the next painful contraction, you did exactly that.

You let out a low, guttural moan as you pushed with all of your strength, your large tits bouncing up and down the large globe of your belly as you shook. You felt like you were being split apart and this was only the first of seven whopping babies.

"Oh g-god... I don't think I can do this..!" you cried out, falling back against the bed after the apex of your contraction ended. You reached down between your legs to feel for yourself but you hadn't yet made any progress. According to your husband, the baby wasn't even crowning.

With another sob, you thrashed your head back and forth, shaking your head as if you were literally refusing to go through with this. Unfortunately you had no choice. In fact, the next contraction was even more intense that it took you by surprise.

With legs spread apart wide, you reached up and grasp the backs of your knees and bore down with everything that you have. The shape of your ballooning belly shifted as you pushed, and that unimaginable burn comes back in full force.

"The baby! I can-- I can see the first baby..!" your husband announced. He rubbed your overly-stretched labia to ease your pain to no avail. This time you're able to get the baby to at least a full crown before falling back on the bed again, your chest heaving with dramatic breaths.

You're a sweaty mess, hair matting to the side of your face and your giant tits were freely leaking milk down your body. As much as you wanted to deny this and get your C-section, you were made to do this. You didn't have a choice.

You sobbed as your cunt squeezed around your newborn's wide head, it feeling impossibly large. You remembered your GYN telling you at your last appointment that each baby easily weighed nine to ten pounds but from the intense feeling between your legs you begged to differ; the baby was definitely much larger.

Another vicious contraction mounted and you had no choice but to bear down and push again, fresh tears cascading down your cheeks as you curled in on yourself as much as your inflated body allowed.

"Just a little more-- don't stop pushing, baby..!" Your husband cheers you on and you wish you could punch him in the face. You were doing all of the hard work over here and you were the one in excruciating pain. You pushed for as long as you could and suddenly-- it taking you by surprise-- the widest part of the head came and it felt like you were being split in half.

With a shrill, high-pitched scream, you bucked your hips up and your first baby's head shot out of you. You could feel your tender cunt lips gaping around the baby's thick neck but it's a much needed reprieve for you now that the head isn't lodged inside of you. "Oh, fuck... F-fuck, fuck," you cried, your chest still heaving with breaths. You can feel your husband caressing your abused sex, lifting the baby's head where it dangled between your legs.

Your husband looked up at you with admiration in his eyes. "They're so beautiful, sweetheart. You're doing such an amazing job--" he told you.

Although his sentiment is sweet and you adored the fact that he already loved this baby so much and they aren't even fully birthed yet, his kind words did nothing to alleviate your contractions or your discomfort. You can't even begin to think about the fact that you still have to do this six more times.

You decided to breathe through the next contraction, your body still not recovered from birthing the large baby's head. It would take a lot of strength to push the rest of the baby out and you could already feel their large, stocky shoulders filling you up and stretching.

"Pl-please..." you pleaded with your husband, "I-- I want a C-section, please... Please cut them out of me..."

Just as your husband opened his mouth to reply, another contraction seized your whole being and you groaned. You pushed yourself up with your arms into a vague sitting position, bearing down to push out the baby's shoulders. You could feel the overgrown newborn's thick shoulder pressing right up against your most sensitive spots an as you pushed, pleasure and pain mixed together to create an indescribable feeling.

As your screams crescendoed, the baby's shoulders were finally pushed through. The baby dangled there for a moment before your husband carefully pulled it out the rest of the way. You whined at the sensation and when the baby was finally pulled from you, your stretched cunt gaped around nothing.

Your husband's voice sounded far away as you lulled between states of consciousness and it wasn't until you felt a heavy weight on your chest that you lifted your head from the sweat-soaked pillow and noticed the squalling baby. "It's a girl," your husband told you with tears in his eyes.

The little girl wasn't very little at all; she was at least 23 inches long and easily weighed 11 lbs. She was flailing with the strength that was rare to see in newborns but then again most newborns weren't as large as her.

"O-oh my god, I-I can't believe I..." you started to speak, your husband moving to help you sit up so you could properly hold your new daughter against your chest.

Just as you turned your head to look up at your husband, a familiar pain gripped your insides. You winced and your stomach contorted under the pressure. Unable to speak because of the pain, you motioned for your husband to take your daughter you'd only just met so you could begin pushing her newest sibling into the world.

You had heard that in the case of multiples, once the first baby was born usually the others came along a little easier since the first was usually the biggest. As you strained to push the second baby through your birth canal you wanted to choke whoever spread that load of bullshit.

The baby that had lowered themself into your birth canal and was forcing you open from the inside out felt either as big as their older sister, if not even larger. "I... I can't..!" you cried as your cunt bloomed ungracefully around the baby.

"You can..!" Your husband continued to cheer you on, moving back between your legs while still holding onto the baby. "O-oh..! Oh, shit..."

Your husband's tone alerted you immediately and you looked down between your legs, anxious to see what was wrong. "What-- What is it..?!" you asked as another contraction came over you and you pushed weakly.

Feeling your husband's fingers against your aching sex, you felt a tug from within you. "It's a foot..!" Another tug as you realized then that your second baby was breech.

The next thirty minutes consisted of you pushing to the best of you ability and your husband uselessly attempting to help pull the baby out but it didn't seem possible without hurting the baby. You were on your own with this one. You had managed to get both feet delivered but your newest son apparently had a thick body that proved extremely difficult to deliver. Little by little you had managed to get your second baby half-way out but the progress was far too slow for your liking or your waning energy.

You could feel the other babies shifting in your womb, all of them impatient to make their appearances as well. You could already feel a third baby settling low in your womb, surely hot on the feet-- or head-- of the baby previous.

"N-no, no, no, no, noooo," you sobbed. Your husband had placed your firstborn into a bassinet and had taken his place behind you, holding you up for support so you could better push. Unfortunately it only did very little to help as you babies were just too big and too many to be pushed out naturally with no medicine or help whatsoever.

"You're doing amazing, baby-- pushing my babies out so well..." Your husband cooed in your ear as he massaged your tits. The stimulation helped to take the edge off and you would take anything at this point.

Another four agonizing pushes later and the baby's body was fully free. Your husband had set up your full-length mirror at the foot of your bed so you could both see your babies being delivered. When you peered between your legs, your suspicions were confirmed-- your son was even bigger than his older sister.

"I ne-need your help getting the head out... I'm so tired," you complained, your head lulling to the side. It had been more than an hour since you'd started pushing and you hadn't even managed to deliver the first two of your large brood.

When your husband moved back between your legs, he wedged a couple of fingers into your vagina. The added width made your already stretched, sensitive flesh burn even further and you clenched around him and your baby as a knee-jerk reaction. "H-hurts... hurts, hurts," you cried.

Your husband just gently shushed you, using his free hand to rub your swollen belly. "I know, baby, but I gotta make sure the cord's not around the baby's neck. Just bear with me for a little..."

The baby would wait for no one and as another contraction mounted, you were forced to push even with your husband's fingers inside of you. Very slowly the baby's features appeared from behind your over-stretched lips. First its chin, its lips, its nose, and then the rest of its head shot out with a gush of fluid. You wailed the entire time, your body trembling with aftershocks of the pain even as the baby was expelled from you.

"This one's even bigger," your husband said with an astonished voice. He told you that this one was at least thirteen pounds and measured longer than his sister.

Like you had suspected moments ago, you could feel your third baby settling into your birth canal. You knew you weren't going to have very much time to rest before your body was demanding that you push out yet another baby. You had barely caught your breath when you felt the large head of your next baby fully engaged. You supposed you were at least grateful that this one was positioned correctly.

Your back was aching from having delivered two babies already and you pleaded with your husband to help you move to sit on the edge of the bed and labor that way. With each foot placed firmly on the floor, you arched your back and let out another guttural moan. Your large sphere of a belly jutted out, obscuring your husband's viewpoint of your stretching cunt. It helped only vaguely to labor in this way; this baby was quite large as well.

"Ugh, th-this is one c-coming alreadyyy..!" you moaned, throwing your head back as you pushed. Having spent so much time delivering the first two, your strength was nearly depleting and your pushes were much weaker. It made progress come to a full standstill with your heavy baby just sitting right at the entrance of your sore cunt. If pushing out two had already made you so tired, you didn't know how you were going to get all seven out. You were afraid you were going to be pregnant forever, doomed to spend the rest of your days trying to push your large babies out.

You sobbed in pain as wave after wave of contractions came over you, your sore cunt throbbing. The head was so big and you could feel your sex bulging yet again as your body urged you to push. Adrenaline gave you strength from somewhere unknown and you gave into your physical instincts, pushing and bearing down on your child like a whelping bitch.

Your husband urged you to lean back further and pushed your legs apart so he could get a better look and gasped. "Oh, sweetheart-- the baby's already crowning. You're doing so well..!" he said, almost amazed that this one was seemingly coming out so easily.

Squirming where you sat, you were forced to push again and you could feel the burning sensation in your cunt intensify. You felt helpless as your womb clenched down, forcing your babies out from their overstayed welcome.

With a gush of fluid and blood, the head shot out and you screamed at the top of your lungs. As much as you wanted to close your legs and stop hell from continuing, you couldn't. The descending baby forced your legs apart and your body was no longer your own. You were a baby factory meant only to bring your babies into the world. The pain was too much for you and as contractions gripped your belly and tried to push your babies out, you couldn't muster up the strength to actually push.

When the baby managed to lower itself enough for your husband to pull it the rest of the way out, you let out another cry before fully passing out from the extreme exertion and pain.

The four babies still in your womb shifted, your journey not even half over yet.

[scalacaelumxx]

Khdr AU where almost everything is the same, except everyone has wings. It’s a little something I’ve been working on (and writing a lot about) and I finally finished the Lowerclassmen!

Wing notes + a tiny au lore dump under the cut:

In Scalan society, eagle and crane wings are preferred and more desirable to every other type. Eagles for their strength and size, cranes for their symbolism and heritage. Anyone who has a pair of them are typically seen as more capable/important. If wings are permanently damaged, it’s seen as shameful/frowned upon, so keyblade wielders have to take great care in protecting them while they battle.

Usually flight training starts at about 16 years of age, because their wings aren’t grown enough to carry them until then. They keep growing until about 20-21.

Letting someone touch your wings or groom them is an excellent sign of trust.

Xehanort: White Bellied Sea Eagle

- A not insignificant amount of people are skeptical of his wings, because an outsider shouldn’t have wings in the first place. And on the off chance they did, how did they end up with eagle wings? There’s a lot of distrust towards him among the upper circles.

- He also got a good grasp on flying relatively easily, which sparked some debate. He’s not interested in hearing the rumors.

- Only Eraqus is allowed to touch them, with Vor being an occasional exception.

Eraqus: Red Crowned Crane

- His wings are a rare sight and a very important status symbol. His family, Odin, and most of Scala ad Caelum’s leadership constantly pressure him to take care of them, but he’s constantly forgetting.

- Is a slow learner with flying. He can glide just fine, and uses them to glide to lower levels of the city instead of taking the stairs.

- He also forgets how big they are already and continuously bumps them into things or knocks things over.

Vor: Red Backed Shrike

- Her wings are small, but they have the most growing to do. Unfortunately she falls behind in flight lessons, and she worries about her classmates leaving her behind.

- To make up for this, she tries her best to take care of them, and grooms their wings. She knows she doesn’t have to, and they constantly offer her support, but she wants to do something.

- They flap when she’s excited or happy. When they’re finished growing, she’ll be a force to be reckoned with.

Baldr: Dove (damaged)

- His wings were damaged from birth, and he is very self conscious about it. Hoder is also very protective over him because of it.

- Because his right wing is particularly damaged, he won’t be able to fly unassisted. His classmates are continuously coming up with creative ways to bypass that.

- Hoder is the only one allowed near his wings, and she does most of his grooming.

Urd: Snowy Owl

- Her wings are especially fluffy and soft. Everyone loves them. She also loses the most feathers, so everyone knows who to blame when lots of little white feathers show up.

- Her wings are resistant to the cold, which works well with her tendency to use ice magic.

- They’re also naturally warm and very comfortable to be around

Hermod: Shoebill

- He takes very, very good care of his wings. He also takes very, very good care of his classmate’s wings in case they don’t.

- He inadvertently puts a lot of strain on his own though. He’s at the higher end of learning how to fly, but they’re always tense.

- When he’s irritated, they twitch in annoyance. The other’s lightheartedly poke fun at him for it.

Bragi: Bearded Vulture

- Those aren’t Bragi’s wings, they’re Luxu’s. When he took a new vessel, the vessel’s wings changed to his own. Luckily, Bragi’s natural wings were similar enough where with a little dye, no one noticed the change. He blamed the slight differences on his wing growth.

- Has to dye his constantly them ginger so the white doesn’t show and make other’s suspicious.

- He likes to use them to mess with people, and swats people or objects with them to mess around.

- He, being Luxu, is an expert at flying. Pretending he doesn’t know how to and having to willingly crash land during training is something he doesn’t particularly enjoy.

[cassieoz]

I would like to ask you what you imagine the "hardest birth" to be like.

Pushing an overdue baby out unassisted. Its huge head taking forever to crown and equally as hard for fully deliver it on your own. Panting and pushing harder and longer. As the head comes, you need to remain motivated so you can complete the birth. You would have to work through the pain as well the exhaustion so the baby and you are both healthy at delivery.

[fleshkink]

Before I started dating my boyfriend I used to fantasize a lot about getting pregnant by a woman. Her tits bouncing in my face as she pounds my pussy and then shoots her load right up against my cervix. Her looking at me proudly in public but then completely dominating me in private while I'm heavily pregnant with her child. Her watching me give birth unassisted on our bed and telling me that before this one is off the tit I'll be pushing out another.

[pregnantpixiedreams]

[it's starting to get really painful now... this baby is definitely coming. I'm going to push your huge kid out unassisted in our home. Everything is moving much quicker in this birth, this is our 4th baby so it gets easier and faster every time]