thenotoriousnessa

[thenotoriousnessa]

Imagine you're a servant turned Concubine for the King. You've grown impossibly large with his baby to the point that even walking causes sharp strikes of pain to stab into your lower half. You were sure you would go into labor soon, what with the periodic contractions and lowering bump. But labor, as frightening as it was for you to thinking about dropping such a big baby, was not your concern now.

It was the king and his appetite for you. He loomed over you in your servants quarters, letting his hands freely glide over your stomach and engorged tits. His trousers were dramatically tented outward, ready to indulge.

"Please," you whimper, with both hands beneath your over taxed belly. "I'm getting too many contractions now."

The King's gaze burnt through you. He drew the tarp like sleepshirt you wore over your giant bump, exposing the low hanging mass of flesh you carried on you. It was painfully lopsided now, one side of your underbelly was visibly rounded out while the top of your belly. The royal physician couldn't tell if you baby was massive or if you just had two very large twins. You didn't want to entertain either idea.

The king looked at your bump lustfully, drinking in the product of his work with pride. The drawn tight belly button, the deeply grooved stretchmarks, the way it made your body look dwarfed. He loved it.

"A good manservant serves his king. Do I need to remind you what your purpose is here? The consequences of not doing your duty?"

You hesitate, then shake your head.

"Good. Turn around."

Slowly, you turn your back to your king and in an instant his palm collides with your back, forcing you face first into your bed. The weight of your free hanging belly being drawn down makes your back protest, but there was no break between that and the king driving his cock into your pussy. There was no slow build up or foreplay, his pace was vervent and hungry like starving beast. Your small room was filled with the cries the King enjoyed hearing so much from his concubines in this state of pregnancy.

Your cervix, already straining to keep your waters and heavy headed baby in, is bludgeoned by the kings cock. Even, small streams of fluid dripped between your thighs from your water bag. The king grips your shoulders and pulls you back up to standing, making the weight of your babe fall back into your hips and further into the collision of his thrusts.

"You're so wet for me, gods above." The king whispered beneath your cries.

Sputtering gasps escape your throat with each strong thrust. More of your water bag began to split. He was gonna break them and when he did you weren't sure he would stop. The king was a man possessed. The pressure behind your abused cervix builds to a sickening height, your belly straines around your womb, outlining your huge cargo.

"I-its happening, s-stop my king!" You shriek.

The king only answers your plea with a low grumble of desire. And it's already too late. A burst of fluid shoots out of your filled pussy, sending your body into a fit of spasms. And to your horror and expectation, the king does not stop.

((Holy shit this is driving me INSANE (and warning for continued non-con + fetal ejection))

I lost count of how many times I screamed that the babe needed to come, that he was hurting me, that I was pushing. Nothing could slow him down. My body was desperate to bring new life into the world but the process was blocked by his lust and desire to feel my contractions squeeze his heavy cock.

People stopped to listen when they passed the servants quarters. The rapid clapping of skin hitting skin and the anguish of childbirth was clear and those who dropped babes before were sympathetic, but could offer no help.

The bulges of his burden's body beneath my skin grew more pronounced as a contraction took hold and kept building and building. It didn't stop like the rest of them and neither did the urge to push. My hand flew down to cup a mound that stuck out under my belly button. Something wasn't right.

"M-my-my king–" I was his thrusts, the endless contraction, and the desperate need to birth his child "–something... something's wrong–AUGH!"

He threw me onto my side and yanked my leg up until it was next to my face that was wet and puffy from crying while he drilled into my hole. The contraction must've been putting insane amounts of pressure on his cock as the walls while the walls of my pussy constricted his swollen member because he went faster and harder, but I couldn't even cry anymore. Being on my side with my leg in the position it was in now, all I could do was PUSH.

He looked down with pride at the muscles and veins in my neck bulging and trembling with effort, my belly bulging with the huge babies he pounded into me as the overwhelming contraction caused it to jump repeatedly as it couldn't shrink any more than it had, and my bruised, pulsating pussy that would soon be full of his heir.

A huge, calloused hand latched on to a bulge in my middle and he leaned in, pressing more of his weight onto my heavily laboring body. I twisted and writhed and my eyes rolled back as he finished with his hardest thrusts. And to top it off, he pressed a big, warm thumb onto my enlarged clit and that was all it took to tip me over the edge.

We both screamed and howled with our orgasms. My pussy spasms and the contraction milking his cock for everything he had. This was the most I'd ever felt him pump into me and I could feel the warmth of his cum leaking out of my hole around his dick, as I was too full with baby for it to occupy my pussy. The contraction wwould've pushed the rest of it out with the head anyway.

He went limp and yanked himself out roughly, water rushing out along with him. I yelped at the sudden emptiness but within seconds, my birth canal was refilled by a huge baby. I could finally give into the desperate urge to deliver as he watched panting with heavy eyelids while I struggled.

"Push!" His voice boomed but he didn't have to tell me. Despite the size of the baby, it came flying out within a single push, gushing water all over it's father in front of me and almost landing in his lap.

My eyes rolled back and my body gave me no time to prepare for the second. It was larger but came just as fast. I shook and screeched as the child passed quickly with another burst of fluid, landing right next to it's sibling. The relief I felt was instant and the endless contraction dwindled down to a mere ache as I cried along with the babies that were now attached to me with cords that needed to be cut.

The king chuckled cruelly as he lifted both babies in his hands, smiling at the weight. "Two big healthy sons. Look what you gave me, my boy."

He shoved them both onto my chest and I scrambled to hold them in my arms. He leaned in and kissed me. When I didn't return it, he pulled back looking angry. "What? Without me you'd have been pushing for days on those heads."

As much as I hated to admit it, there was a silver lining to being fucked hard through labor. Instead of the slow agony of pushing on two babies that would've gotten stuck at multiple points, they came in less than a minute after the father pulled out of my overstimulated pussy.

"Say thank you." He demanded in a tone that frightened me.

"Thank you, my king."

And when he leaned in for another kiss, I returned it no matter how gross I felt after everything I'd been through in the past hour. I only felt a hint of lust, of something more when he deepened it, but I knew it was just post-birth hormones.

Speaking of post-birth, I felt my uterus cramp again as it began to pass the after birth. I flinched when I felt him touch my stomach and gently rub where his babies protruded out of me.

"I will breed you again in two month's time and the next will be bigger. Do you understand?"

My voice cracked and I choked down a rock in my throat at the thought of going through this again. "Yes, my king."

What choice did I have?

((Anon, you're everything to me))

[thenotoriousnessa]

Screaming, vacuum-assisted birth.

[thenotoriousnessa]

You're too ripe, my baby pushing your body past it's limits. The three we already have were adding to your exhaustion. They demand your attention all throughout the day as the one in your womb keeps you up with aches and contractions all night. I'm working overtime to make extra money before this one arrives, so I haven't been much help with the kids but I do what I can when I'm home.

The oldest two run up to me and latch onto my legs, giggling wildly. Their laughter is contagious and I scoop them into my large arms before making my way over to you. On the sofa, you nurse our third and I lean down to place a kiss on your lips. You look and feel ike a zombie, but you do your best to smile and return it.

Our next is nested between your thighs, huge and ready to be born any day. I wasted no time knocking you up after your previous birth. Keeping you big with babies was my top priority, and you were almost too good at it despite the pain and misery.

All of our children were born without the need for medical intervention. Our first came unassisted in our bed with a midwife present. The second, in the car on our way back from the mall. You dropped the third on the kitchen floor as I was out cutting the grass. She gave you no time to grab me before spilling out into the world.

But this one. This one worried your doctor. It was big. Too big, she feared. She recommend being induced with a heavily assisted hospital birth at the very least but told us that a c-section would be her preferred method for getting this one out. For weeks, we argued over whether you'd have the baby at home or at the hospital. Your fears grew exponentially as your due date came and went with the baby showing no signs of slowing its growth.

But I knew you could do it. I've seen you bring three children into the world with minimal help so far, and this one would be no different. I pleaded with you to have this one at home because if I was being completely honest, seeing you birth my babies like an animal turned me on like nothing else.

I relished every thing from the discomfort to the contractions to your bag of waters giving in to the stress of fighting to contain my load. And the sounds you made when active labor took over your poor body sent waves of electricity from my brain to my cock. Hearing you strain around solid heads and broad shoulders was the ultimate reward for me slamming into your cervix until it took my seed.

This birth would be the most difficult so far, without a doubt. And I didn't want it to be ruined for me by invasive doctors or worse, a c-section.

It helped that I had you wrapped around my finger. Despite your protests and desire to drop at a hospital, I knew you would cave as soon as I countered your arguments. You were obedient, and if I wanted you to have this baby at home, you were having this baby at home no matter what the doctors recommended.

Two and a half weeks passed since your scheduled induction date. Your doctor called and left voice mail messages expressing concern for your condition, and every time you'd look at me with those big, fearful eyes. I reassured you that the baby would be fine, and will come when they're ready as their siblings did. You reluctantly gave in, but in the back of your mind you knew this baby would have you screaming for an epidural.

Two and a half weeks and I could see it in your eyes, your movements, your demeanor. You were beyond ready to pop. I bathed our oldest two and put them to bed before removing the one from your breast and doing the same. I returned to the living room where you remained glued to the sofa with your belly sagging between your legs, eyes closed as you shifted to relive your hips of some pain. I always wondered how it felt for you towards the end, especially for this pregnancy. I checked you days ago, and could feel the hardness of the head pushing down on your poor cervix that had only dilated two centimeters. It was significantly bigger than our other three and I knew it merely sitting there was taking it's toll.

I could look at you and tell it was time for another check. You were in the middle of a contraction when I approached the sofa. My cock twitched at the square shape of your belly as it tightened around our baby and the way you moaned through it. I watched as you sat there on the very cusp of delivery. As excited as I was to hear you scream around the head of my child, I craved seeing you in such discomfort.

"Let me check." I was eager for what I might feel when I pressed my fingers to your cervix.

I tugged at the hem of your sweatpants and the smell of birth hit me. My brow furrowed as my hand dipped into your underwear and felt a pad. By now, you were leaned back with one hand tugging at the bottom of your swell to give me access to your entrance. You noticed my confusion.

"My water's leaking. Think my bag tore."

My cock swelled even more. You were so close. So utterly close to popping and great with child. I genuinely had no idea how you made it this far but I was grateful. I felt around and took note of just how soaked and heavy the pad felt.

"Babe, I think it's full."

You shrugged and spread your legs a bit more, wincing as you did so. As soon as my fingers entered, your body tensed up and you placed a hand on my arm to keep me from going any further. I felt water trickling around my fingers. You writhed in desperation for some sort of relief but found none. Your grip on my arm loosened and I pressed further, feeling the bulge of your sack dipping through your cervix that was now eight centimeters dilated. You must've been in labor since you woke up but with how many false alarms we've had so far, you didn't think any of the contractions you felt were the real thing. You kept telling yourself that they'd stop at some point.

"Oh sweetheart." My voice dripped with sympathy. "It's almost time."

"Can we go to the hospital?" You pleaded with pain etched into your face. "I need to go tonight, please. This baby. I can't. It's not like the others, I want a c-section. I need it."

No. I refused to give in even though I was becoming a bit concerned about the size of the child as well. But if it came to it, I'd call an ambulance if it was needed. ONLY if it was needed.

"You'll work the baby out here, I know you will."

You visibly deflated with a sigh at my rejection of your request. And a second later, your belly went tight. But you poor thing. You were so exhausted you could hardly react. The only thing you could do was slump over onto your side and prop one leg up on the sofa to give the big head as much room as possible in your narrow pelvis. I knew you were in the midst of birth even if you didn't fully realize it yet.

Or maybe you did, because with the contraction came a light urge to push that you gave in to. I watched as your body heaved involuntarily every few seconds. Your eyes were closed and you were breathing deeply from your nostrils. It was too early for you to push, but you weren't doing it hard enough for me to be worried. I knew it was your body fighting for a sliver of relief by bringing the baby down further.

"There you go." I whispered as you remained lost in your own world of minuscule pushes that set me on fire. You didn't do this with the other babies. They weren't so burdensome that your body felt like it had to. "Bring it down. Push. Push. That's it."

"I think–" you paused to give a quick grunt on the final push as the contraction ended "–I think I'm in labor."

I rubbed your belly which was rock solid and deformed even without contractions. The latest one had you squirting water as you pushed. The pad you wore overflowed and you now sat with wet pants and a small stain on our sofa.

"Mm. I think so too."

"You need to get me to the bathroom. I think my water's about to pop."

I helped you stand ever so slowly. You groaned when all of the baby's weight pressed down hard and your breath caught in your throat when you felt wetness run down your legs.

"Oh." You pressed a hand between your legs like you were trying to keep the fluid from rushing out of your opening. And suddenly, I watched you awkwardly dart as fast as you could down the hall. A trail of water followed you from the living room to the master bath and I was close behind.

I had to admit, this was a new highlight for me. Seeing your feeble attempt to power walk while squeezing your opening so you didn't leak all over our brand new carpet. And you failed at that but I wasn't angry because of how excited it made me. I put that baby in you. The heavy baby that scared doctors with how big it was and threatened to pop you all over the floor as it's head battered your poor cervix. I'm the reason why you're begging your waters to hold on just a second longer until you make it to the bathroom so you could give in to the . I did this to you. And by God, I hoped to do it again after you dropped this burden.

"Oh, hold on please." You pleaded with your body as you walked. A slightly bigger gush came out from under your hand through the sweatpants with the bathroom door in sight. "I'm almost there, baby. I'm almost..."

I ran ahead to open the doors before you could stumble inside. As soon as you did, it was like your body knew and your sack gave the second your foot hit the tile. You stood there, one hand on the wall with the other holding the bottom of your belly. We both waited in silence while your bag drained and soon all that came were tiny streams of water, which was good enough for us.

We both knew what was coming now that your water was out of the way. The next contraction reared its ugly head and you fell into my arms. I held you in a standing position. Gravity was the only way you'd be getting this one out. Your nostrils flared and you gave me a pitiful look before fully giving in to the urge to push with every ounce of energy that remained, which wasn't much.

The sound I'd been waiting for, for months escaped your throat and I nearly came right there.

The real fun had just begun.

[thenotoriousnessa]

Photogenic 

Birthedstars 

Gigi was considered a local beauty. Glossy black hair that extended to her shoulders, golden eyes that shined with the sun, and with curves that most women would envy and men would yearn to have. But now, Gigi is curvier than usual. She caressed the huge swell of her well overdue baby bump in front of the photography studio in the bustling shopping complex. She caught the gaze of many with her low cut sundress that accentuated her full breasts and fitting midriff that made her round stomach pop out even more. But the lustful gazes weren't on her mind. 

Today was the day she thought. This was her 4th pregnancy - the 3rd pregnancy she made photo content for and the 1st she'd ever have her labor photographed for content. It all started when she found a photo of her belly reposted on a fetish cite. At first she was shocked and disgusted; who wouldn't be. But then she saw the out pouring of affection and lust for her form in the photos comments. Gigi was surprised to find other people who shared her fetish. Her family chastised her a lot during her  2nd and 3rd pregnancy for making sexy pictures for people online when they found out, but there was good money in it and it made her feel super sexy. Plus, this time no one in her family even knew she was pregnant, except for her husband of course. 

Gigi's stomach became a hard ball and an enormous pressure built up in her pelvis. The pair did nothing more than make her moan almost out loud. She had practice stifling how labor truly made her feel through her first 3 experiences. Her first birth, she'd almost orgasmed when the baby started crowning and during the third, her water broke when she was in the car with her mother-in-law and had to stifle moans only her husband heard in bed when she labored. 

The door to the studio opened and Gigi felt a big hand press on her lower back and another started rubbing circles around her bump.

"Ready to get started, babe?" Her husband, Jay, asked. 

"Mmm yeah, contractions are getting close," Gigi said. She almost moaned it out. 

Jay owned the photography studio and had it closed for the day just so they could get these pictures. Jay had taken plenty of her photos throughout the pregnancy for content and was always supportive of Gigi when she came to him about doing it. Jay and Gigi walked into the studio and Jay locked the door. 

They wanted complete privacy. Jay led Gigi into the back most photography area where lights, a professional grade camera and several different pieces of props and extra equipment were at the ready. 

Jay picked up a chair and placed it in the middle of the photo area. "Alright, sit here and pull your dress tight on your bump. Gonna take some test photos."

Gigi's flowy sundress already made it really easy for people to see her bump anyway, but the pull drove home how big she was. She only tugged her dress back a bit to outline the full sphere of her belly. She and her husband made big babies and this one certainly proved it. Gigi's stomach was incredibly ball-like, filling up the entire space of her body between the bottom of her breasts and the top of her hips. Even with her stomach dropping these past few weeks it looked huge on her.

Jay snapped a few pictures, some while she was sitting and a few side profile, standing photos. A contraction wrapped itself around her stomach and back, making her belly tense beneath her palm.

Jay saw an opportunity. "Get into a squat and pull up your dress just enough to see your pussy. Rub your belly too." 

Gigi got down and pulled her dress up. She didn't wear panties so her moistened vagina was exposed to the camera already. As she pulled up her dress she grazed up against her clit and trembled, trying to stifle a moan. 

"That's it babe, you're doing great," Jay snapped more pictures when her face contorted with the sensation of her sensitive clit. Gigi could see Jay's pants begin to tent outward. This always happened when he took pictures for her. Jay was sexually insatiable throughout all of her pregnancies to the point where they'd even done it in their car after a shopping trip and once in a family bathroom.

"All right, now slowly move your skirt over your belly," he instructed with lust in his eyes. 

Gigi slowly pulled her skirt up over her bump. Her stomach was super smooth and tight, a sizable kick hitting the side of her stomach at the same time. Her belly button was only a tiny dimple in her otherwise perfectly smooth sphere. As she pulled up her skirt she traced the dark line that went through her belly as sensually as possible. 

"Good, good, now massage your boobs for a bit." 

Gigi tucked the skirt underneath her milk filled breasts and then clutched one in her palms. A soft moan came from her mouth as the fabric rubbed up against her sensitive nipples. Her own desire went ahead of Jay's instruction; she peeled the rest of her dress over and off of her. Her strained and milk filled breasts dropped on top of her belly as she tossed her dress to the side. 

Gigi's tits were incredibly firm and large, taking both in her hands felt like she was grasping footballs. She took her saucer like areolas and dark nipples in between her finger tips. Gigi moaned as translucent liquid dripped from them to her belly. Gigi then rubbed the milk into her bump like it was lotion, her baby kicking at her hand as she made the motions. Jay continued to trigger the camera's shutter through this, barely able to contain himself while seeing his wife like this. 

Jay gulped hard. "Do you uh, wanna do other positions now?" 

"Mmm, yeah," Gigi said, still taken by her own body. 

After taking a few more nude poses showing off her stretched under belly and leaking tits. Gigi felt a familiar pressure build in her cervix. She could feel her waters waiting to burst and got up from her position on the floor to approach Jay.

"Babe, I want you to break my water," Gigi put her palm on the bulge of Jay's pants and got onto her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, pressing her laboring bump onto his body. "Film yourself fucking me into stronger labor, I need it." 

Jay's eyes flashed with lust and immediately switched the camera into recording mode. Gigi lowered her pregnant form to the floor again and spread her legs as Jay shifted the camera angle and took off his pants. 

Once Jay finished getting just the right angle, he let the tip of his cock graze the lips of her pussy. She moaned as her clit was rubbed by his eager dick. 

"You want me to pop you?" Jay asked, continuing to tease her clit. "You wanna pop on my dick my little breeder babe?" 

"Oh yes, please, force me to give birth to another of your babies," Gigi said, rubbing from her dimpled navel to her aching underbelly. 

Jay slowly moved his dick into her tight pussy. A contraction made her canal tighten around his cock. Gigi made an open mouthed moan as her husband made her feel so much fuller. The full feeling in her canal is what made her love pregnant sex and birth so much, just the the feeling of being stuffed was so euphoric. The contraction intensified. She always wanted Jay to fuck her while she was in the midst of labor and now she could without their family helicoptering over her like she was in imminent danger. She wished she could see their faces react to her overdue pregnant body, preparing to push out a huge baby, get fucked by her husband. 

Jay started moving faster  and faster, the tip of his dick bulging. His breath increased in pace. The pressure built as Jay kept thrusting into her pussy. He put his hand on her belly, rubbing circles around her belly button and gripping the taut flesh underneath his palms. She loved the feeling of his hands on her bump, claiming what is his, what he did to her body. It made her pussy crave his cum more. Even when they would go to bed, Jay wrapping his arms around her pregnant swell would make her clit ache for pleasure. 

"Babe, move faster, I need your cum before I break," the pressure in Gigi's cervix had peaked with her need to orgasm. 

Jay picked up his speed and moved the camera to get a view of his cock going in and out of her pussy. Jay grunted and Gigi felt his dick tremble as her canal contracted like it was trying to milk the cum from him. Gigi's belly went hard and she arched her back, making Jay go deeper into her. Jay thrusted hard with finality and came deep inside, splashing hot cum onto her cervix. 

Gigi's body trembled with orgasm and an intense contraction, her mouth wide in a moan of ecstasy. Then the pressure that had been building released. First a squirt, then a gush, fluid splattered on Jay's crotch. Gigi's stomach quivered with relief of both pressure and orgasm. 

"Oooooh, babe, that felt so good," Gigi closed her eyes and let the feeling wash over her. She rubbed the sides of her belly while it continued to contract. Jay bent down and planted a kiss right on her belly button before removing his still hard cock and getting the camera to take pictures of the cum leaking from her laboring pussy. 

From there, labor progressed faster, but Gigi continued to feel nothing but pleasure. With every pregnancy her laboring had gotten a little shorter. She remembered being in labor with her first for a total of 30 hours. She'd only been in labor for 2 hours before getting to the studio for this one. It saddened Gigi that she couldn't have a longer labor, but she made sure she enjoyed it as much as she could. The head of her baby was just making its way into her birth canal as Jay took photos of her on her hands and knees, letting her big belly hang down and graze the floor. She currently had a vibrator to her clit, and while the ingrained desire to push wasn't lost to her, she desired to cum again more. Her stomach contracted in on her as the vibrations started to overstimulate her. She sucked in air while she instinctively bore down on her baby and moaned as she started cumming. The baby quickly started to bulge her pussy. 

"Oooh, Jay, the baby is coming now," she turned off the vibrator and turned her bulging pussy toward the camera. She angled her ass upward, only letting the bottom of her belly and pussy be seen.

"You're doing great, babe, just like that," Jay snapped a few more photos.

The angle wasn't good for birth and made the baby recede a bit, but that was fine. Gigi loved how full her pussy felt with her big baby. Her breath started to become a wispy moan yet again as the baby slowly continued to bulge out with her pushes. 

Gigi got off her knees and laid on her side, bringing up one of her legs to her abdomen and holding it there with one of her hands. The baby started moving faster through her and spreading the lips of her pussy. Only the shutter of the camera and her groans echoed through the studio. Gigi used her free hand to rub her clit. The sensation was euphoric. She threw her head back as she approached another orgasm and her baby's huge head reached a full crown. The ring of fire was the most pleasurable part of birth for Gigi. She panted faster and faster as it continued to burn and her canal contracted onto her baby's body.

"Oh god, this feels so fucking GOOD!" She yelled just as the baby's head came out with a gush of fluid. She quickly checked for a cord and went back to flicking her clit. The shoulders spread her wide again and with a pitched, sensual scream, slid out of her throbbing lips as she came. 

Gigi gasped as the rest of the baby slid out on the floor. She bent forward, picked up the baby, a girl, and started rubbing its back. After a few seconds it let out a healthy wail. Jay took a couple more photos of the scene before rushing over to his wife and newborn. 

Gigi loved holding her new baby, but the immediate emptiness of her belly left her wanting. She wanted a longer labor and a bigger belly next time. 

"How about we do baby number 5 and 6 at the same time?" Gigi said as she brought their mewling newborn to her leaky breasts. 

"That sounds like a great idea," Jay said, taking a personal selfie of the three of them to commemorate the birth.

[thenotoriousnessa]

Safe at Home

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect 2018) x FReader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only!) MDNI.

Word count: 4,023 words

Summary: Ezra and his wife found their shared love for very specific kinks. 

Authors Notes: This story is commissioned by @bumpbaby09. 🙏🏻 Thank you so much for trusting me with this story 💜 I’m actually trying to raise funds to get myself a new laptop, so any donation amount is very much appreciated, if you'd also be interested in commissioning a story, my commissions are currently OPEN. Check out my commission's page here.

Warnings: Explicit material, minors DNI. AU where Ezra is a war veteran instead. Canon divergent obvsss. PIV sex, anal sex, fingering, pregnancy, pregnancy sex, sex while giving birth, and probably a lot more inappropriate stuff mixed in. I’m also not a medical professional, but I have given birth twice so I may know a thing or two about giving birth. BUT there’s definitely a TON of medical inaccuracies to support the plot and the porn. Essentially, graphic sex during erotic labor and birth. This is a very particular kink, so if the idea of continuing to have sex during labor and birth isn't your cup of tea, this story isn't for you.

They never expected things to turn out like this.

On the one hand, they know that they have such a strong sexual bond as husband and wife. But she thought it would all go away when she fell pregnant two years into their marriage. Her sex drive in the early days was close to non-existent but somehow, it picked up more and more as the months progressed. 

Still, it came as a surprise to both of them.

Which is where they are right now…

She was sitting on the upright hospital bed, in labor, waiting for her dilation to move up to 10 cm.

But instead of whining in pain, she was whimpering in pleasure.

"That's it, birdie. Knew you could take it..." He cooed as his fingers hooked and pressed on that heavenly spot inside her, his thumb pressing into her clit in the most delicious way as his cock was buried deep in her ass.

"Don't stop, Ezra, I’m so close." She pleaded with eyes half closed and mouth hanging open in ecstasy as one hand held onto the bed frame above her and the other gripping tightly on the side rails of the inclined hospital bed.

"Kevva," He quietly whined as he felt his ball start to tighten. "I need you to cum for me, birdie." She bit her lower lip and nodded, trying to suppress a whine. She felt her belly tighten as she neared her impending release.

Suddenly, the pressure of a contraction and her orgasm were at their crest and she cried, "Oh! Kevva! The baby--It's com--I'm coming...." With one last thrust from her puckered hole and a few more curls of his fingers up inside her, she was coming undone in the most powerful orgasm or contraction--at that point, it was hard to tell but he worked her through it as he sped up his thrusts into her other hole and climaxed himself.

He pulled his finger out of her vagina quickly and fluids started to gush out as he regained his composure.

"I-I think that was your water, birdie." He panted with a slight laugh and she chuckled, too, at the realization. He started to pull out slowly from her other hole and began cleaning them up before tucking himself back in and calling in a nurse to let them know her water had broken.

When the midwife and a nurse came in to check on her dilation they were surprised to see that she was just about ready to push. Ezra stood beside her and held her hand as she began pushing. He was whispering sweet words in her ear and his deep voice was turning her on despite the pain of the prodding in her vagina.

If they weren't pulling and prodding so much, this might have been an orgasmic experience. Instead, it was very uncomfortable as the doctor was relentless in having their hand on her crowning pussy.

“Just a little bit more, Birdie. She’s almost here.”Ezra whispered in her ear, voice so deep and gentle, it sent shivers down her spine and despite the pain of crowning, she suddenly felt slightly aroused. Even more so when the midwife asked him to rub and pinch her nipples to help with contractions and lubricating her vagina more.

Ezra tried to cover his grin when he buried his face on her neck to place a kiss and whisper encouraging words as he pulled and tugged on her nipple just as he knew she loved.

And then suddenly, the pleasure and pain were blending together again, and how she ached for someone to rub her clit and help her reach her crest and just cum this baby out.

Ezra seemed to know this from the way she gripped his arm and chuckled lightly as he continued kissing her neck up to her jaw while he whispered, “I know, Birdie… I know. Doing so well for me, she’s almost out.”

She bore down again as instructed by the doctor and the baby moved forward a bit more nearing a full crown and suddenly hitting a spot inside her that made her moan and whine. Ezra chuckled again knowing those noises so well that are masked as pain and he doubled his ministrations on her nipple, now switching between the two and lightly giving each breast a squeeze as he went.

She felt her orgasm nearing despite the pain. It was delicious, and she couldn’t help but pant and moan and whine. She thinks she heard the doctor and the midwife praising her for panting as the head emerged slowly preventing her from tearing.

Finally, with a final push and Ezra’s help on her nipples, she came with a strangled cry of relief as the head fully came out as well. They looked at each other and chuckled as they kissed upon realizing what happened, but it wasn’t over. 

A contraction was creeping back up just when she thought it was over. 

With a few more pushes, their 10 lbs baby girl was born. Ezra let out a wet laugh as tears streamed down his face when the doctors placed the baby on his wife’s heaving chest.

Ezra cut the cord, the big and breathy smile of disbelief never leaving his face as he placed a hand on their baby’s back. Kissing his wife’s damp forehead as he whispered sweet things in her ear.

Their eyes met and they were just smiling. She reached for him to cup his face and thanked him for helping her bring their baby into the world. He only chuckled and shook his head, telling her that he didn’t do anything. Just stood there while she did the most amazing thing to have her in their arms.

“I want to do this again…” She quietly admitted to him a few hours later as they sat side by side on the hospital bed admiring their baby girl they named Selene.

Ezra nodded in agreement, kissing her temple. “But I want to do it at home next time.” She added and he stilled.

“At home?” He asked and she nodded.

“I really enjoyed this experience, but not the hand constantly prodding, poking and pulling at my pussy.” They both chuckled at that and he nodded in response.

“As long as it’s safe, I’d love to help you bring our next baby into the world.” He whispered, loving the idea and his mind suddenly went into places that made him slightly hard and he tried to quell the thoughts and focus on the moment.

That was a few years ago.

They’ve had three more kids after that. All were born at home under... pleasurable circumstances. Which brings them to now...

“I think this one is taking its sweet time.” She chuckled as Ezra entered the bedroom with the med kit and newborn stuff that they would be needing soon. Her waters haven’t broken just yet, but her contractions are 5 minutes apart already and the kids are all with Ezra’s niece, Cee, for the weekend. 

Ezra set the med kit down, his eyes trailing over her body with a mixture of concern and desire. He’s thankful for his medical training in the army, although not specifically for helping women give birth, but his practical medical knowledge and training really helped a lot during the births of his other children.

This was their fourth baby, but she was bigger this time, her belly rounder and hanging lower than any of the previous pregnancies. She felt it too—the weight pulling at her, the heaviness pressing down with each step, every contraction making her feel like she was carrying twice as much.

“I don’t know what it is, Ezra, but this feels… different. Heavy,” she murmured, rubbing her belly in slow circles as she paced around the bedroom. The contractions were coming more frequently now, and she felt every bit of it with each step, the fullness low in her pelvis, the pressure building.

Ezra watched her carefully, his gaze following every sway of her hips, every wince of her face. “You’re doing just fine, Birdie. Just let your body do what it knows best,” he reassured, though his mind was racing, his arousal undeniable as he watched her move. She looked breathtaking, the sight of her ripe and laboring, her body so close to bringing their child—or children—into the world.

She braced herself against the dresser, bending slightly forward, her breath hitching as another contraction hit. The pain was sharp but there was a flicker of pleasure mixed in, an electric tingle that made her moan, her swollen breasts bouncing with each ragged breath. She could feel the baby moving lower, her belly visibly dropping, the weight settling into her hips. It was an intense sensation, almost too much, and she couldn’t help but groan.

Ezra came up behind her, his hands steadying her by her waist, feeling the tautness of her skin as her belly hung low between her thighs. He kissed the back of her neck, letting his fingers trail down her sides. “Look at you… So beautiful like this.”

She laughed breathlessly, though her voice was strained. “Can’t believe how much bigger I got this time… Feels like they’re about to fall out.”

"Let's make it happen, Birdie," he whispered, and she nodded, anticipation and arousal flaring between them. He guided her legs wider apart, positioning himself behind her. She felt the heat of his hard cock pressing against her, and she shivered, her need overpowering the discomfort.

Ezra slid into her pussy, filling her deeply, his cock sinking into her tight, wet heat. She gasped, her body opening to him, the fullness mingling with the deep, aching pleasure that shot up her spine. His pace was slow at first, letting her adjust as he rocked his hips, his hands gripping her wide hips tightly. Each thrust was deliberate, controlled, driving her closer to the edge as she moaned and whimpered against the dresser.

"Kevva, Ezra... right there... Oh, it feels so good," she panted, her grip on the wooden surface tightening as she pushed back against him. He moved faster, his rhythm syncing with her contractions, every thrust making her belly bounce, her body rippling with the force of their connection. She felt the burn of the stretch, the relentless pressure of the baby moving lower as she neared her climax.

Ezra’s fingers found her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles, and she cried out, her orgasm hitting her hard. Her legs trembled as the pleasure and the pain collided, her insides tightening around him. She rode the wave, moaning loudly, her body jerking as she lost herself in the sensation.

Just as she came, she felt a sudden, intense gush of fluid as her waters broke, soaking both of them and splashing onto the floor. The realization sent another wave of arousal coursing through her, and she cried out again, her body trembling as Ezra continued to thrust into her, the wetness making every movement even more electric.

He finally pulled out, panting heavily, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re so close, Birdie. Let’s keep going. I know you’ve got more in you,” he murmured, guiding her away from the dresser and onto the bed. He repositioned her on her back, spreading her legs wide as he knelt between them, his cock still hard and dripping with her juices.

She was flushed and sweaty, her chest heaving as she looked up at him, need blazing in her eyes. “Ezra, take me… just like this.”

He nodded, aligning himself at her entrance once more, but this time pushing into her ass. The sensation was intense, her tight ring of muscle stretching around him as he sank in deep. She moaned loudly, her back arching as the fullness overwhelmed her, every nerve ending on fire. The baby was pushing down hard now, the pressure in her pelvis almost unbearable, and she cried out, her hands clawing at the sheets.

Ezra started to move, fucking her ass as she lay back, her legs spread wide, her pussy open and glistening. The combination of sensations was almost too much, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure and pain through her. The baby’s head was right there, pressing against her opening, and she could feel herself stretching, the burn mixing with the deep, rhythmic thrusts of Ezra’s cock.

Ezra’s pace quickened, his thrusts deep and deliberate as she lay on her back, her legs spread wide, her belly taut and trembling with the effort of labor. She could feel her pussy slowly stretching with each movement, the pressure building as the baby’s head began to descend. The sensation was overwhelming—a mix of pleasure and intense pressure as her body prepared to bring their child into the world.

Her pussy began to bulge, the first hint of a teardrop shape forming between her swollen lips. Ezra slowed his movements, his cock buried deep in her ass as he fought to control himself. The sight of her opening up, the faint outline of the baby’s head visible, was nearly enough to drive him over the edge, but he held back, steadying himself as he let her adjust.

Ezra leaned back slightly, shifting their position so he could get a clearer view, his cock still pulsing inside her ass. He watched, mesmerized, as her pussy slowly spread open, the baby’s head beginning to show. The top of the head was just visible, a dark curve of hair emerging from her straining entrance, and Ezra’s breath hitched, his hands gripping her thighs as he held himself steady.

“Breathe, Birdie… just breathe,” he urged, his voice thick with a mixture of awe and arousal. “You’re so close, baby, I can see her… just a little more.”

She nodded, her chest rising and falling as she panted audibly, her breaths coming in sharp, controlled bursts. “Hooo, hooo, hooo… haaa, haaa, haaa…” she chanted, her voice trembling as she worked to control the descent, feeling the stretch as the baby’s head pressed lower. Her pussy was opening more with each contraction, the teardrop shape widening, and she could feel every inch of it, the burn and the pressure, the overwhelming fullness as the head began to push through.

“Oh Kevva, I can feel her… I can feel her right there…” she whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as her hips arched off the bed. “Ezra, don’t stop… I need it… I need you.”

Ezra’s fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles that sent jolts of pleasure through her already overwhelmed body. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly as her pussy continued to stretch, the baby’s head crowning further. She was panting, her eyes squeezed shut, the sensation of being filled by Ezra and the baby’s head spreading her open nearly too much to bear.

“Ezra… ohhh… it’s so much… it’s so good,” she moaned, her voice breaking with each word. “It’s coming… she’s coming… I need to push… I need to bear down…”

“Do it, Birdie. Bear down for me,” he encouraged, his voice husky as he watched her body respond. “Push her out, baby, I’ve got you.”

She took a deep breath, bearing down hard as another contraction gripped her. Her pussy stretched wider, the head inching forward as she pushed, her breaths coming in rapid, desperate pants. “Haaah, haaah, haaah… ohhh Kevvaaa… ooooh…” she groaned, her entire body straining with the effort.

Ezra continued his slow, deep thrusts, his cock throbbing inside her ass as he felt her body tightening, working to deliver their child. “You’re doing so good, Birdie… so fucking good,” he murmured, his eyes locked on the sight of her pussy stretching, the baby’s head crowning further. “I’m right here… you’re so close…”

She whimpered, her breaths ragged and uneven. “Ezraaa… oh fuck, it’s stretching so much… I don’t know if I can…”

“You can, baby. You’re so strong. Just a little more,” he coaxed, his hand moving to cup her belly, feeling the tightness of the contraction beneath his palm. He could see her pussy opening further, the crown of the baby’s head fully visible now, glistening with fluids that gushed out as she strained.

“Ezraaa… hoo, hoo, hoo… haaa, haaa, haaa… ohhhh, I’m gonna cum… I can’t—oohhh!” She was losing herself in the moment, the intensity of her labor and the pleasure Ezra was giving her blending together in a perfect, chaotic symphony. She could feel her orgasm building, each push sending her closer to the edge.

Ezra’s thumb pressed harder on her clit, his fingers working in sync with his thrusts as he whispered to her, “That’s it, Birdie… let go for me… cum her out… I wanna see you let go.”

Her breath hitched, her body arching as she bore down one last time, her pussy spreading impossibly wide around the baby’s head. She let out a strangled cry, her body shuddering as her orgasm hit, and the baby’s head crowned fully, fluids pouring out in a warm rush as she convulsed around Ezra.

“Oooohhh… Kevvaaaa… yesss… I’m coming… she’s coming… Ezraaaa!” she screamed, her entire body quaking as her climax rolled through her, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and pain. Ezra was right there with her, his cock pulsing inside her ass as he watched the baby’s head emerge fully, his own release building at the sight.

“You’re so beautiful… fuck, Birdie, I’m gonna cum… oh Kevva, you’re perfect,” he groaned, unable to hold back any longer. His hips bucked, driving deep as he came hard, his release spilling inside her just as the baby’s head slipped free. She was gasping, panting, her breathless moans echoing in the room as she felt the baby’s head fully emerge, stretching her to her limits.

Ezra pulled back just slightly, still buried deep in her ass but careful not to disrupt the fragile balance as the rest of the baby’s body followed. With one more push, the baby slipped into his hands.

Ezra cradled their newborn daughter, still trembling from the intensity of the moment. He placed the tiny, crying baby on her mother’s chest, their connection immediate and instinctual. The baby’s small, wet body squirmed against her, and she instinctively guided her to her breast, her nipple brushing the baby’s lips. The newborn latched on hungrily, suckling with surprising strength, her tiny hands flexing against her mother’s skin.

Ezra’s eyes were glued to the sight—his wife, glowing with sweat and bliss, their new baby at her breast, her body still open and inviting beneath him. He couldn’t get enough of it. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead, trailing his lips down her cheek and to her neck, savoring the salty taste of her skin.

“You’re incredible, Birdie… look at her, so perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion and lingering arousal. He shifted his hips slightly, still buried deep in her ass, his cock hard and pulsing from the overwhelming sensations.

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with love and exhaustion, a soft smile on her lips as she watched her baby feed. “Ezra… I can’t believe she’s here… oh, she’s perfect.”

Ezra moved lower, his mouth finding her other breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple as he latched on. He sucked eagerly, drawing her milk into his mouth, savoring the taste of her as she whimpered beneath him. The baby mirrored his movements, suckling with equal fervor, and she moaned softly, her body still sensitive and buzzing from the birth.

But as she relaxed into the moment, she felt a sudden, sharp twinge deep in her belly—a contraction that took her by surprise. She gasped, her grip tightening on Ezra’s shoulder as the sensation rippled through her. “Ezra… oh, Kevva… I think there’s more…”

Ezra pulled back, his eyes widening as he looked at her, his lips still wet from her breast. “More? What do you mean?”

She winced, the pressure building low in her pelvis again, the unmistakable sensation of another baby moving down. “Ezra… I think there’s another one… I’m not done yet,” she panted, her voice a mix of shock and anticipation.

Ezra’s heart pounded, his arousal surging anew at the revelation. He could feel her body tightening around him, the contractions starting up again as she prepared to deliver their unexpected second child. He kept his pace slow, gentle, his cock still deep in her ass as he kissed her softly, his lips brushing her ear. “You’ve got this, Birdie. Just like before… I’m right here.”

She nodded, her breaths coming in quick pants as the next contraction hit, her belly tightening beneath Ezra’s touch. The first baby continued to nurse, oblivious to the commotion, her little lips working rhythmically as she fed. Ezra’s hand moved down to her swollen belly, feeling the strength of each contraction as they intensified.

“Hooo, hooo, hooo… haa, haa, haa…” she panted, her voice trembling with effort as she bore down, feeling the second baby moving lower. Ezra’s fingers found her clit again, rubbing it gently to help ease her through the pain. She moaned, her hips lifting off the bed as she pushed, the sensation of being filled and stretched all over again sending her spiraling.

“You’re so damn beautiful… I can feel her coming, Birdie,” Ezra murmured, his eyes glued to the sight of her pussy slowly opening up once more. The faint shape of the second baby’s head began to emerge, her pussy bulging and stretching anew. He continued to thrust slowly into her ass, matching the rhythm of her contractions, savoring the feeling of being so intimately connected.

The pressure was overwhelming, and she cried out, her breaths coming faster. “Ezraaa… oh Kevva, it’s so much… oooohhh… I can’t believe there’s another… push her out… I need to push her out…”

“Push, baby… you’re so strong… I’ve got you,” he encouraged, his voice laced with pride and desire. He adjusted his position slightly, leaning back to get a better view, his hand pressing against her swollen belly as she bore down hard. The head of the second baby was coming fast, stretching her wide, and she moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the room.

She felt her body opening again, the burn and pressure so intense it nearly took her breath away. But she kept pushing, her mind focused on the baby moving through her. Ezra’s cock still filled her ass, his thumb working her clit as she strained, and she could feel her climax building, the pleasure and pain blending into one powerful sensation.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo… haaa, haaa, haaa… ohhhh, Ezraaa… I’m gonna cum… she’s coming… she’s coming…!” she wailed, her body convulsing as she pushed. The baby’s head crowned fully, stretching her pussy wide, and fluids gushed around the emerging head, warm and slick as she reached her peak.

Ezra groaned, his own release threatening to overtake him again as he watched her give birth. “Fuck, Birdie… you’re so perfect… keep going… you’re so close,” he urged, his cock twitching inside her as he watched the baby’s head emerge. He couldn’t hold back any longer, his own climax hitting him hard as she bore down one last time.

She screamed, her orgasm crashing over her as the second baby’s head slipped free, followed swiftly by the rest of the tiny body. Ezra caught the newborn, his vision blurred with tears of joy and disbelief. He placed the second baby on her chest beside the first, both of them wailing and squirming, their perfect little bodies nestled against her.

Ezra’s lips found hers, kissing her deeply as she gasped for breath, the room filled with the sounds of their newborns and their shared, overwhelming love. He stayed buried inside her ass, savoring the last tremors of her body as she relaxed, utterly spent and blissfully happy.

“You did it, Birdie…It’s a boy,” he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. “I love you so much.”

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears and joy, her heart full as she held their babies close.

[thenotoriousnessa]

You’ll like this if you like:

-multiples (x3!)

-home birth

-huge bellies

-standing/squatting births

- FISTING THE MOM TO PULL THE LAST ONE OUT

-multiple people pushing on the belly

-monitoring baby’s heart beat while pushing

The way they just FALL out of her 🥵🤤

[thenotoriousnessa]

How to make a girl squirt

There are many steps which describe the process about how to make a girl squirt, but all is needed are fingers and oral job. The best advice is to try with exploration in different things, different numbers of fingers, different parts of her pussy and ass. Most important is to be innovative and inventive.

Surely, some of the best fingering comes in conjunction with oral, but there is a little secret that gives to any women best orgasm of her life.

Here are step by step instructions how to make a girl squirt:

You can start by performing oral on her inner thighs, clitoris and labia especially, to start getting her relaxed and wet. You must continually suck and lick the clitoris throughout the duration of the whole oral act, because oral increases power, pleasure and increases chances of female ejaculating orgasm.

With the hand you write with, take two fingers closest to your thumb (pointer and middle finger) and make them wet with her pussy juice or with your mouth. The most important thing is to make sure your nails are trimmed and not sharp, because you could hurt her.

Slide those two fingers in, with the fingerprint part of the fingers facing up (nails down), slide them in firmly but slowly, as far as they will go without using too much pressure. If she is really tight you may need to start with one, and if there is a lot of wetness but resistance, you may need to tease and taste her pussy some more. Once you get those fingers in, tease her inner walls slowly with the pads of your fingers, and get her even more juicy. When you think that she is ready to have the orgasm of her life, you may begin:

Now you will maneuver your fingers to find her g-spot. Yes, it exists, and yes, every woman has one. Slide your fingers in about 2 inches, UP, and then BACK towards the front of the pussy (like you’re going up behind her clitty). Her g-spot is actually a patch of her inner walls which is on the FRONT INNER WALL of her pussy, above the hole itself. So, in, up, and back towards the entrance. You should feel, on that wall, a very rough patch of skin rougher than the rest of her smooth inner pussy. You’ve found it. Congratulations.

By making a beckoning motion with your two fingers (a come hither, bending fingers motion), you should be able to pull the fingerprint/pad part of the tips of your two fingers against that spot. Try it. Pull back against it with your two fingers and press a little. Tease it, stimulate it with your fingers. Make her feel good. She should be squirming and breathing very heavily by now.

As you start to rhythmically tap/press/pull your fingertips against the g-spot, she should start getting wetter. If you’re doing it right, and she’s comfortable with it, you’ll start to hear squelching, sponge-like sounds. The g-spot is like a sponge, it contains a lot of liquid, and feels rough. Keep pressing your fingers against it, over and over, rhythmically, with the same kind of rhythm as if you were sliding your cock in and out of her pussy.

As she starts to get wetter, and enjoy it more, start doing it harder. The more she thrashes from side to side, the harder you do it. Eventually, you can replace the tapping/poking of the g-spot with an outright speed-sliding of those two fingers in and out of her hole. Do it faster and faster, maintain the rhythm, but increase the force. Even when you’re slamming them straight in and out of her hole, try and maintain an upward, outward force with the fingertips, so you’re still pressing up against that g-spot even as you’re slamming her with your fingers with reckless abandon.

Through all of this, she should be squelching, squirming and OBVIOUSLY loving it. If she’s not, you should stop. If she says it hurts (especially if she says it more than once, you might want to stop or at LEAST slow down or not do it so hard. Make sure she’s always wet, not dry for any period of time.

Now here’s the crucial part. When she gets close to ejaculation, she will say that she needs to pee. SHE DOES NOT NEED TO PEE. It’s just a temporary sensation that will pass, but you have to make sure she knows about it beforehand, and you have to make sure she does not stop you, and you do not desist in your slamming. Hold her legs apart with the other hand, if you have to. You can even use your head or knees or whatever to hold her legs open, but make sure she stays relatively still (or she might get hurt on your fingers) and that you KEEP GOING. In fact, when she needs to pee, that’s when you should start doing it harder, cause orgasm is around the corner.

10-50 seconds after the pee sensation begins, she will start to cum. When she does, DON’T STOP. Just do it harder and harder and harder, pressuring the g-spot upwards all the while. Now she should start to ejaculate. She’ll scream, and her pussy will start shooting clear (transparent), odorless liquid all over the place. There could be a lot of it, it might soak you completely and soak the sheets and everything around her, so make sure you’re prepared.

I guarantee you, if she’s never had one before, the squirting orgasm will be the best orgasm of her life. In my experience, 97% of women are capable of having them, and in certain circumstances, I think it’s more like 99.9%. If you want her to ejaculate in great volumes, have her drink lots of water before you do it, and stay well hydrated. Once she’s finished squirting, SHE CAN SQUIRT AGAIN. Especially if you didn’t do it too hard, and still got her to cum, you can usually start all over, and between one and ten minutes later, she’ll be squirting again. Usually, you have to do it harder each time. My record is seven. The girl that squirted seven times in 45 minutes passed out for 6 hours afterward (it’s physically exhausting and dehydrating) so be careful if you try more than 2 at once.

Most girls pass out after a couple of them. This can make a girl fall in love and at the very least want to fuck your brains out, so use it wisely rather than to your advantage. Don’t take advantage of people using this. If you do it wrong, or if she’s on her period, she might bleed. That’s usually okay, but just make sure you don’t hurt her, and you stop if she’s screaming with pain, rather than pleasure.

You should always have a safe word with your partner, and you should always make sure she knows what you intend to do and that she’s fine with it. Enjoy this, and I hope it works out for you; I hope it works out for HER, even more so. If it does well, just wait and see. I’m jealous of women because of g-spot orgasms! There’s NO male equivalent it’s just absolute ecstasy, nothing less. Remember there are at least fifty ways to make a woman cum (actually lots more) and at least five different types of orgasms so don’t limit yourselves to this whether it works or not.

[thenotoriousnessa]

459.2. request: A man stuck at home during quarantine, is using a telescope to spy on people in a neighboring apartment building. Looking in one window he sees a beautiful woman clearly in labor. Growing more and more aroused, he watches her labor, then struggle to birth her large baby all by herself. Picturing himself getting her pregnant with more babies, helping her birth them.

A Original valiantremnant story

Pre-story notes: This is a bit out of my wheelhouse, but I decided to give it a go from the perspective of someone other than the pregnant woman. That said, I do not condone the behavior of the main character in this story.

Through the Spy Glass

Quarantine does odd things to someone who's bored. Aaron had rearranged his small apartment already. Twice. He was pretty sure if he did it again, his downstairs neighbor might actually put a broom through their ceiling and his floor with how hard they would pound it in protest to the noise. When it had first started, he was alright with the idea, a couple of weeks off, no biggie. But as a couple of weeks turned into a few, which turned into some, which turned into a bunch... Aaron had played every game on his 'to-play' list until his thumbs cramped at the idea of picking up a controller. He'd scoured the internet until he felt like he'd hit the bottom. So, he'd looked up.

His uncle had died shortly before the pandemic had shut the world down, and he'd left Aaron something they had shared, a large, brass telescope. As a child, Aaron had loved watching the stars, but had sadly fallen out of taking time to simply wonder at the heavens and celestial bodies that revealed themselves at night. With a shrug, Aaron brought out the box that held the old device and set it up, pointing it at the sky... only to sigh with disgust. Light pollution. He'd have to drive for hours to get clear of enough of the wash to see much of anything. Sighing, he aimed it down at the sidewalk.

"Heh. Nature reclaims us all, doesn't it?"

Nature in this case, was a fat pigeon waddling and pecking at a bagel that had been set on top of a garbage can rather than in it. Panning the device around, he found a multipurpose building and smiled, pulling out his cellphone and calling a number on it. On the second ring, his friend picked up.

"Hey man, what's up?"

"Rick, you said you worked in that glass building across from mine, right?"

"Uhhh, yeah, sure, why?"

"Stand up, I wanna see where you are."

"What the fuck?"

"Look, remember my uncle died and left me that telescope?"

"What does... oohhh, neat. Ok, hold on."

As Aaron watched, a figure stood up and waved it's arms.

"Hey, I see you."

"Cool. Look, just be careful man. I don't want other people in the building to call the cops about a peeping tom."

"Well, can you even see me from where you are?"

"I guess not."

"So there's no problem then."

"I guess..." Rick trailed off, then swore, "Shit, boss is coming, uh, see you at some point. Y'know, if this ever ends."

Rick hung up, leaving Aaron alone. Aaron sighed too and sat back, looking up at the ceiling. He fell asleep like that after a while, staring at nothing....

With a start, Aaron woke up, and groaned at the lancing pain in his neck from sleeping like that. He rolled his head, cracking the stressed joints and sighed in relief as they popped one by one. Shaking his head, he looked at the time. When he had called his friend, it had been about 7:00 in the evening, now it was 10:00, and much, much darker. He stood up and cracked his back, and was about to head to bed when he noticed that in Rick's building, there was a single light on. Smiling, he took the telescope and swung it until he was aimed right at it. If nothing else, he could peep at what other people were watching.

The building was multi purpose. The bottom ten floors were rented out to various businesses, and the upper ones were fancy apartments with large glass walls that offered sweeping views of the city. The light was on in one of these apartments. He peered around, but didn't see a tv that was on or anything. Just a woman sitting. A very pretty woman. From where he was, through the scope, he could see that she was blonde, had long legs, and was probably tall, but that was hard to gauge given the distance and the fact that she was sitting angled slightly away from him. The other thing he noticed that made him flush, was that she was only wearing a bra as far as he could tell. He was about to step away when he saw her double over. Tilting his head, he wondered what was up.

"Are you alright?" He wondered aloud, and adjusted the telescope, zooming in and adjusting the focus slightly. With a better view, he could see that her face, though pretty, was screwed up in intense pain. She stayed like that for a while, but eventually, and slowly, she straightened back up and stood up, rubbing... "Holy shit... Whoa!" The woman was pregnant. Hugely so. She was rubbing her massively swollen belly as she waddled back and forth in the luxury apartment. Eventually, he was able to break his gaze from her and shake his head clear. It was one thing he had never told anyone. He absolutely loved pregnancy. Every aspect. Every soft, filled out curve filled his dreams. But the one thing that drove him mad more than anything was birth. His watch history was filled with birth vlogs and the like, and some days he found it impossible to finish without hearing and watching a pregnant woman writhing and screaming as her own body fought itself.

He knew this was too good to be true, a hallucination. Aaron walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, and splashed his face. His face still damp, he returned to the chair and put his eye back to the scope, and there she was, in all her real, pregnant, and, hopefully, laboring glory. "Oh, you're definitely in labor." Aaron muttered to himself as she leaned over the back of her couch , her hips swaying. He obviously couldn't hear her, but if her locked open jaw and the redness of her face was anything to judge by, she was screaming in agony.

"Now, be a good girl and stay there for me?" He mused, hoping that she would remain in her apartment for this birth. With the world essentially on lockdown, he knew that many women were choosing to have homebirths. Hopefully, this woman was one of them. He watched her sway in place, leaning over the couch for a handful of contractions before she moved on from that position. She sat back in the chair, much to Aaron's disappointment. He couldn't see her when she was sitting there. He couldn't see what she was doing, but her arm was flexing and moving as if she was... "Oh, no way, no WAY!" He clamped his mouth shut. Aaron lived alone, but he figured that it being the middle of the night, he should be quiet. But what he had seen was one of the best things he could have hoped for. Was this unknown laboring woman, masturbating? Was she touching herself to relieve the pain of birth? He looked back through the lens and watched as she kept up her wriggling and shaking before she pulled her hand back up. He was only mildly disappointed that she was already done with that, but then realized she hadn't been masturbating at all! She held up her still dripping hand and held it up to examine. She was checking to see how dilated she was!

"Ooh, okay, now how far are you? Dang, it's hard to tell at this distance." Aaron fantasized about being in the room with the woman, holding her, rubbing her belly, listening to her moans and screams, smelling the thick scents of labor... But, here he was, a full block away, just watching. Her fingers were spread pretty far apart though, so there was a good chance she was pretty far dilated, if not all the way. But probably not as the woman flopped her head back, looking exhausted and exasperated. Aaron shook his head. "Oh come on, you can do it, women do this every day."

It was as if she heard him. She stood up and began pacing again, leaning back over the couch, but now, she did something else too. She would, with one hand supporting her by holding the couch, and the other hand pressed under her belly, she would lower herself into a deep squat, and she would slowly, clearly with a lot of effort, raise herself up again. Aaron watched her move and wait out her cervix for the next hour. Over the course of that hour, he had seen no one come or go from the apartment, not a partner, not a midwife, not even a pet. She was, as far as he could tell , completely alone while she labored. Surely she should have called for someone by now? If she wasn't fully dilated, she had to be close? Was she going to give birth alone? Mostly unseen? She stopped her moving and squatting and returned to the chair, checking herself again. This time, she seemed more relieved by the results, and moved to the floor.

The floor, Aaron could see, had been covered by a plastic sheet that shone in the lights of the city, which had towels strewn on top of it. They might have been laid out neatly earlier, but they had been mussed up by her pacing and squatting. She squatted again now, both hands rubbing her belly as she closed her eyes in preparation. After a minute, her belly tensed, and Aaron could see her gritting her teeth in effort, her face turning red and shaking from the effort. "Ooh, purple pushing, nice," Aaron said watching her. He was no doctor, but the amount of birth vlogs and labor stories he had watched had given him quite a wealth of knowledge to draw upon for this... private show. He knew that pushing the way she was wasn't going to be very effective. She was holding all the tension in her face, clenching too hard, and probably holding her breath. Smiling, he knew he was in for a long pushing phase.

Or rather, she was. It only took five contractions before her squatting position proved to be too tiring for her. She was semi-reclined now, still red faced and now she seemed to be constantly panting as she waited for contractions. "Oh, you're not doing yourself any favors, are you," Aaron muttered, enjoying the show. She seemed frustrated, possibly crying between contractions. Panting, she tensed up and curled around herself to push, but Aaron could see that it wasn't going to be any more successful from her last few attempts. Her legs were too close together, she was still holding the tension in her face, and he knew that while it might be more restful to be reclined like that, pushing on your back was actually a hinderance to birth. One more contraction on her back, and the woman seemed to realize this too, as she began the lumbering process of turning onto her side and getting her hands and knees under herself. Her ass and pussy pointed straight at Aaron, he watched as she rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

From behind, Aaron could only tell when the woman was having a contraction because she would either stop rocking, or at the very least slow down. His telescope was focused well enough that he could see fluid dripping from her vagina, but that was the only thing that did. It wasn't even bulging yet. He looked over his shoulder at the clock on the back of his stove. It was already 2:30, meaning that she had been pushing for about three hours now, with nothing to show for it. "Man, you are really bad at this," He said to himself, somewhat maliciously. This was shaping up to be much like his favorite birth vlogs, minus the sound of course. The mothers in those videos would push and push so hard, so desperately, only for little to no progress to be made. The vlogs where the time spent pushing was measured not by individual contractions or even by minutes, but by hours and hours. Given the complete lack of progress he could see, he assumed and hoped that she would have many more hours of pushing ahead of her.

He could well imagine it, her desperate panting, moaning, screaming and crying, the soft music she was probably playing, and the musty smell of her sweat and birthing fluids. The time was now 3:00 A.M. and he was still watching her, a handful of empty energy drink cans next to his chair. Meanwhile, the woman had eaten nothing, and had only had a few sips of water form a bottle near her. "Don't worry, I'll stay until you're done," Aaron muttered, shifting in his chair. The woman had changed positions twice in the last thirty minutes, rocking back to on her knees and then rolling onto her side, holding one leg up. He could see her belly tense up with every contraction, every push, each as beautifully helpless and useless as the last. "It's like you're not even trying, do you want to give birth or just stay like this forever?" The casual sadism in the comment sent a thrill down his spine as he watched. Aaron could only imagine what a blow to her confidence and energy such a comment would have if she could hear it.

3:30 rolled past. 4:00. 5:00. By 6:00, Aaron could finally see what the woman had possibly been feeling for a while. A small, dark sliver of head was just barely beginning to peep out of her red, swollen vagina. "There we are, just after... six and a half hours? Damn, you are really bad at this, and it's not even out yet." Aaron had hardly moved from his position since he had found the laboring woman. She on the other hand had been changing positions constantly, she had squatted again, stood up, laid back, knelt over the chair, and many more besides, but now, she was back to hands and knees. As she stopped pushing, the dark sliver of the end receded back into her vagina. He watched one of her hands flap behind her to desperately feel around her opening, but she slammed it back to the ground in front of her as she began to push again. He watch a swell of pressure seemingly roll down her tailbone as the head began it's emergence once again, the dark sliver appearing again, but again retreating once she stopped pushing.

Aaron found himself torn between rooting for her or hoping it would take longer as the war to get the baby's head out raged in the apartment. For nearly an additional thirty minutes she fought like a mad thing to get the head out, having now stood up and was leaning over the back of the chair, reach under and around her heaving belly to pull at her lips to try to make more room before the head started to stay down between pushes. The contractions must have been nearly constant now, as the head was going up and down, up and down without pause for most of that time. Her legs were stuck wide open by now, the head preventing her from moving them closed as she tried to move around, possibly to squat, or anything, but she seemed stuck, her back heaving with unheard sobs. He began to wish he was in the apartment, rubbing her back, holding her belly, possibly even helping her move to a more comfortable position while she birthed this baby.

But, he could only watch as her sobs paused while the next inevitable contraction forced her to push, her legs training to keep her upright as the head bulged out more and more... "That has to be full crown now, that's massive!" Aaron gasped to himself as he beheld the strain of her pussy. The head was huge, covered in hair and stretching the woman out considerably. The fact that she hadn't torn was incredible, and probably due to how long it had been taking her to get this far. But now it was just sitting there. Based on how the woman's belly was shaking and how the head was wiggling, she was probably sobbing from the pain. Aaron watched as she reached around to press a few fingers to her clit as she pushed again, but with no progress resulting from her effort. "This is no time to be quitting now, come on..." Aaron commented as he watched, Aware of light beginning to return to the sky.

"Well, that's not ideal." Aaron was only able to afford this apartment because the glare from the very building he was watching would reflect directly into every unit on this side of apartment complex. It was an inconvenience until about mid-morning, but it made it affordable. But today, it was more than inconvenient. It would completely prevent Aaron from watching further until damn near 11:00.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on..." Aaron urged, "You gotta finish in the next... 30 minutes." The woman, who obviously couldn't hear Aaron, did nothing to speed things up, just holding a hand to her clit and giving, in Aaron's opinion, fairly pathetic, little grunts of pushes rather than the full bore effort that would be needed to pop the head free. She gave another push, her head flopping back after as she sobbed inaudibly from a block away. Pressing her hand a bit more firmly to her clit, she rallied herself and pushed again, this time putting a little more effort into it. The head moved slightly, but not much.

Finally, as the glare was beginning to cut the show short, the head burst free with a gush of fluid, and the woman widened her stance, seemingly finally able to move her legs again, and she lumbered her way back down to the floor, getting to her knees, then rolling to her back, her spread legs exposing herself perfectly to Aaron. She reached around her body to hook her hands under her knees and hauled them back, curling up over her still heaving belly and pushing, one last time...

And with a release that Aaron felt in his own pants, the baby burst out with a second spray of fluid onto the floor of the woman's apartment. Aaron shut his curtain as he bent over himself, the post nut bliss temporarily wiping his mind blank. Groaning, he slowly stood up, wincing as his joints popped with the effort. "Well... I guess that was the greatest thing I'll ever see in my life."

[thenotoriousnessa]

The first few seconds of this video are in my latest gushing/squirting compilation but it needed its own post. I mean look at all the fluid literally spraying from her vagina. More fluid leaks out as the doc pulls the baby. What a messy birth!

[thenotoriousnessa]

I'll leave this 👆 here... You Decide 🤔

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The Dark History of Hospital Births and it's only gotten worse. 🤔

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