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hi!!! can you write me a story about a girl who is pregnant with twins and is a twitch streamer, when she starts showing signs of labor, she immediately starts the stream and people watch her. The whole thing goes on for a day since the babies are really big, at one point the girl goes to the shower to give birth and on the bed.. everywhere. She keeps squirting making her tremble in pleasure, squirting and squirming everywhere. thank uuu

Ecstatic, I'll be busy I have three other prompts to finish but hey I can do this. Thank you! This'll also be a pretty average length story.

Desperate Measures

TW: 18+ Mature content, Minors DNI

The financial transaction was supposedly to be confirmed in nine weeks, those nine weeks was up and Diane contacted the client but was then met with dead static, no contact or response.

Infuriated upon the discovery, setting the phone aside as she laid back into the cushions cradling her bump sat between her plump thighs, crying in a rageful sorrow with a sour taste in her lips.

The moment was interrupted by twinges rising up her canal, scorching pains riddled with fast twitching inside her vagina causing her to gasp and nearly hurl herself over the table.

It cramped and twisted in untolerable pains, but had hints of hormonal tension that caused her a slight orgasmic gasping, curling over into a ball of mixed sensory pings, slowly fuzzing down.

An oversized mass of pressure tensed at the low underside of her massive bump, she treated it in soft and gentle curls around her sides to her hip feeling an unusual massive mass at her center.

Once recouperating herself, she got off the floor and waddled to her office room with a swinging ball that tensed in sore and taut warmths and a flurry of intense stings from the overstretched skin, feeling overfilled with water or heavy gas.

She opened the door, then plopped back into her gaming seat then being shocked with an eruption of cramps and shifting masses with pains enveloping her mound and hips.

Reasonably grunting, trembling at her knees until her bump then contracts visibly causing abrupt moans of mixed pains and pleasures, lifting her right leg as she feels a fluid rush out of her vagina, leaving her in trembling pains.

Soaked and in frequenting contractions, breaths shaky and shallow, eyes wide and dilated with a clenched fist on her left armrest and a clasped palm on her right, she begins to groan and feel the rushing mass moving towards her opening.

She endures the pain, holding up steady so she could just barely scramble her mouse around & begin a stream, each pain begins to slow her as she trembles not being able to hold longer.

Dropping her mouse, grasping onto her womb with an ergregious shriek of mixed feelings as she huffs and begins rushing with more fluid, squirting all over the wooden floor.

Her vagina begins to tremble, she holds up her legs and begins to bear down with loud unusual moans "uhn! uuooooooohhh! *gasp* aaahhhnn" feeling a small bulge push into her canal and fill the cavity as she bucked forward and lodged it downward a little, disoriented from mixed pain and orgasmic pleasure whilst catching a breath.

While the pain still isn't paralyzing, she cradles the bump and shuffles the mouse and starts a livestream as she tugs off her clothes and then presents her full flesh, her skin was covered in drops of sweat, she slouched and pressed her heel onto the desks edge as she begins feeling contractions seized her buml into a stone.

Bearing down, she pushed her palms into the armrests and arches her back as she spreads open further, soon she shrieks with a running river of fluid continues to leak down her legs.

The chat then begins to go feral with comments, innapropiate or supportive it was an immensely packed comment section of people.

As she gets ahold of the camera, she shuffles it infront of her opening as she mumurs "I'm in so m- much Aaaaggghh!" the ecstacy fades and a lingering burn remains to torture, bearing down and visibly contracting, she gasps and begins to form a small bulge around her lips.

Diane props herself down, aims the camera at her bulging clit while she shifts to a bent over squat as her bump tightens and she shrieks in pain with the returning dwindled lust, squirting and with a wider bulge soon forming a burning crown, she takes time to rest with gasps of air.

Sweat drips off her chin, she aches and tries to endure the contraction but succumbs to bear down and is greeted with slow inching but then a rendered burn into her flesh, sliding backward as she finishes bearing down.

Many minutes passed and her crown was slowly progressing forward, no progress made and is in horrendous cramps and begins to stand up.

Holding the camera in her hands, aimed at her clit as she waddled over to the hallway slowly making onward but stopped at a corner to bear down, gripping into her thigh as the fluids spurt and the crown spread her wider.

Moaning in sealed lips, eyes filled with lust and tears of excruciating pain when the contraction goes she waddles forth and gets into the shower with the camera across the room.

Leaning against the wall, spreading her thighs open as the contractions crunch down on her and she begins to bear down, her nails pressed into the wall as her moans escaped with open lips, her body trembled and ached until part of the head lodged out of her.

Pressure piled on her canal, slowly inching the head out as she rocked her hips side to side & got onto her knees being unable to stand with the insane trembling, aches begin and she lets out a soft moan with a strained voice.

The bulge gets bigger until it bursts out a pool of fluid puddled under her knees, she cradled her bump and shifted forward with her palm pressed into the floor, her thighs slick with running fluids, back bent over as she bore down with the oncoming contractions.

Her clit was outstretched and made room for the large shoulders, they slid out and with a immense push, pupils constricted and bump fully tightened with a loud pained roar, the upper abdomen and then the baby plopped down between the proud mothers legs.

Diane caught the baby and pressed it against her chest, looking towards the camera with a onward flow of tears of joy, heaving in pain.

Looking at the time, it was 3:45 PM and the stream started at 6:20 AM as she waddled outside to the bedroom where the twin was progressing much faster than her sibling.

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It had fifteen minutes of swaying her hips to ease the larger twin into her canal, the twin dropped down fast and rushed to her clit.

Diane held her breath and gasped as she trembled with aches, the pain came and pushing with all her might as the bulge then widens to a crown, piercing with hot pain.

Groaning quietly as the crown was inching along with gravity, hitching with shallow breaths as an entourage of pain rushed in and she bucked her hips as the head and shoulders popped with an intense gush of fluid, disloging it further.

Afterward a disaster struck, the baby was stuck and it wouldn't come out even with each push & after eight hours, then did it finally come out.

Diane trembled and was emptied out, she fell on her side as she heaved and gasped for air as the baby perked up and began to wail, she let out the last of her tears joyfully enjoying the twins.

Also finally receiving the transaction which was late by nine weeks, it was due to oversea cargo and technical stuff and so took time off.

(Sorry, if this took long I was experiencing lack of creativity my apologies.)

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Birth prompt:

I got into labor at home alone. What's worse, a psychopath broke into my house. I have to stay quiet while my baby pushing lower through my cervix. Maybe spice something up with the psychopath find me? Idk you can imagine the rest please 😇

Oh, very intresting prompt and very diverse on this one. I'll see what I can conjure up, though I am busy with other things I'll manage. It'll be a short story hopefully that's okay.

Mercy In Darkness

tw: 18+ minors DNI, contains mature topics.

It was deep into midnight, her moans filled through the halls and rooms as she's alone across the television, supported off a sofa enduring the aching contractions.

Her left arm cradled the large bump, hung extremely low as she grunts loudly with an intense scorching pain crunching down, in reaction she arched her back, laying into a cushion breathing heavy and hastily.

A loud crash of broken glass emits from the kitchen as she rushes to hide, waddling her akward stance into the closet under the old stairs, reaching it but is frozen in pain as all pressure wriggled into her lower curve.

Accompanied was the strong spurt of fluid, warm and slick running down her thighs as adrenaline kicked in and she rushed inside.

Closing the door silently, she crawled back against a wall covered behind hanging coats also piles of clothes, she cradled her bump.

She scrambled to get her phone, feeling the baby begin it quick descent as she shakily contacts emergency services as someone answers "112 what's the emergency?".

"Someone- Hoo broke into my house, my... euuuhhh water's broken please hurry. I'm at mMmMM! Rosewoods ******. Hurry please!" They respond and say they'll be there in 15 minutes as the perpetrator then slides the closet open, grabs her and throws her down.

He points his knife at her belly, she inhales sharply with open lips and open legs as they slice open her pants and rip off her panties.

He stripped her nude, laid her onto her knees began to record as he kicks her in the stomach.

She fell to her fours and began to sob, he rolled her onto her back and pushed his foot down on to her belly, she wails and clench her fists.

Her mind went blank only trying to endure the pain, the baby shot to her lips he aimed the camera at her vagina as he laid it down and began to press down on her belly.

She wailed and begged for mercy, the man jammed in further as she felt the head jutting out, abruptly bursting and she only screamed.

He went between her legs, pulled out the baby and then grabbed his knife and stabbed her in the abdomen as she screams with guttural pain.

Sirens wailing came near, the police came in and shot him down with the baby unharmed as she was put into immediate custody of the doctors.

Months flew after but the madness and pain from that day never ceased to keep her awake.

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Mika and her husband has a huge birth fetish. They arrange some sort of game to enjoy the birth and labor. The game separated into 3 phase

Phase 1

when in labor, Mika stuck a dildo in he vagina through her birth canal. Then put on tight underwear and yoga pants (this will important later). Her husband drove them to the remote cabin that so far from their house. Now the game really start. After got into the cabin. Her husband will do what ever to Mika body. After some begging her husband take off the yoga pants. Some times later take off the dildo

Phase 2

After take off the dildo, her husband will leave for some times (not for short) and instruct Mika to do not push yet. Mika triying to hold the push but her body didn't listen. She can feel the baby going down,and after some times the head is full crowning. But after some hard push the baby keeping slide back because there is still underwear blocking the baby

Phase 3

"I thought I say don't push" Say her husband walk in while Mika begging. "Now I need to punished bad girl" As he positioned himself at the front of Mika. With his hard as iron cock push the baby back in so deep.

Her husband said if Mika can make her husband cum, he can push for 30 minute. If the baby not born yet, her husband will push the baby back in with his cock.

If mika cum first, her husband can make himself cum 1-3 time with your body

This goes on for some round. Majority of time Mika cum first, but some times her husband cum first

This is a very well fleshed out concept, I like it but do please fix the grammar it really hurts to read, take your time it's okay. Thanks still.

Let's Play A Game

tw: 18+ Minors DNI

Mika & John we're a very intimate couple, they we're close and been expecting an arrival of twins any moment though each had a broad imagination with intense fantasies within their similar urges, yet very opposing.

Mika's fantasies we're far more modest to John's who'd be much more intense with his ravenous thoughts, this really worried her and she told him to tone it down for this very special occasion for the twins safety, yet it seemed he did not listen and she called up a backup in case.

Mika was in consistent discomfort and aches since the day until midnight and afternoon, John was in his room working as she wanted to have fun and rode on her clear dildo as hot, sexy and vigorously as possible, loudly moaning and getting louder and harder until reaching her peak then popping out an intense flush of fluid as she grunts with visible aches.

John overheard, got up and prepared what they'd planned out, she stood up slowly and went to take the dildo off the bed and pushed it back in again, held it in and grabbed her tight panties and uncomfortably pushed it in further with yoga pants, increasing the incredibly hardened cramps & powerful contractions but managed to barely hold up.

For her comfort, he brought a pantyhose for her to put on later when he'd watch her struggle through cloth as they agreed to per promise, she got off the bed and slowly got over to their car with her hand on her back for support & cradling the huge mass constantly aching per agreement.

She got in the backseat, sat down and sneered as she told him "fuck you." he tilted his head and began the engines then driving off in the forest towards the cabin they made.

Mika heaved, she swayed off her hair and leaned back into the cushions, holding onto her contracting womb hoping this would end soon as she rubbed her bump searching to any sort of comfort or soothe to the intense pain building.

Once they reached the cabin, she waddled out the car and he unlocked the empty place and brought her in as she got on her knees and he pulled off her yoga pants for pantyhose over the tight panties for some release or comfort, then he went back and forth to grabbing supplies.

Before he went out to grab the supplies for they planned on, she felt him press on her panties causing her to shriek and heave, shifting over with a lean as he spoke cynically "Don't you dare push until I come back, 'kay and hold on." pulling her pantyhose and tugged onto the dildo and pulling it out.

She wailed, bent over with her golden-red hair draping over with deep sharp inhales, cradling onto her bump with soft grip as she shouts "WATCH IT! Ouuufffhhh! I'm having the twins here so please... egrhhhh, BE CAREFUL!" as he goes with shrugged shoulders and grabbing supplies.

Inhaling sharply and frequently as she massages her bump trying her best not to push, though she felt a pain radiate throughout her abdomen with the first of the twins going down her canal slowly, burning it's way through then with aches and cramps around her back.

As it stopped in the middle of the canal, she inhales tried clamping it in but lacking any success as it slowly moves down with stuttered progress, meeting her lips and pulls them apart and stretching her out further and further.

Her husband wasn't gone for long, he went back and forth and around the house for some other supplies as she tried resisting with all her might but the pain was too much for her to resist and she succumb as she silently bore down.

Pressing the round bump, placing her left fist atop her bump as she silently huffed and sharply inhaled with hard clench of her fists and closed teeth, exhaling with the pain as the head then pops out but then snaps back in from the tight panties.

Unable to resist longer, she began pushing more and harder against her tight panties as she rocked in a pendulum like motion, as the head locked in place from the tightness of the cloth as she pushed out the neck but it slips back inside.

The cycle repeats for ten minutes and her husband returns, with a cynical and sadistic tone spoke "I thought I said don't push yet? I guess you deserve a punishment for disobedient behavior" as he rips through her cloth and laid her down as he drops his pants and drives his snake against the head as Mika shrieks and begs "NO! W- AUGH! WAIT! NO PLEASE! WE DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS *COUGH* WAIT! STOP- NOO! UAAAAGGGHHHH!! JOHN PLEASE!".

The baby was set all the way back, she trembled in pain as he pulls out and she shrieks and huffs as he pressed his arm into her belly, she screams viciously as the baby shoots back to a crown but is painfully stopped by his fingers.

He describes his idea "If you cum before me, I fuck harder and longer and if you make me cum, you get only thirty minutes to push before I push it back in with my cock" an incredibly wide eyed expression rose out of Mika.

He begins to pound her as she grunts with rolling tears, her bump aches and begins to burn as she feels him rampage with her body and resists to try and cum and even through the burning pain, she tries to push but she shrieks with the thrust of his snake inside of her body.

But she fails and cums, he begins to flip her onto her back and begins to fill her up again as she screams from pain, a bruise begins cover her vagina from all the intense force.

Starting a timer on his phone as she groans, shifting down as the crown pops open to the head, she sobs with silence and bore down and pulled her legs up to her head as the shoulders inched out and within two minutes spewed out with the whole upper-body with twenty minutes on time.

Grunting weakly as she pushed her chin into her chest, the baby inched forward and burst out of her, she dropped her legs and placed the baby onto her chest where it laid as it took it's first breath and cry as she shushed it to sleep.

John positioned himself between her thighs and laid away the newborn, she stared fearfully as he pinned her arms & thrusts in as she huffs with open lips and weakly grunts in pain and extreme exshaustion, only able to twitch a finger.

This time she secretly bears down while he thrusts, pursing her lips and taking sharp inhales as she's wracked in hellish contractions and succumbs to the pain, opening her gape and gasps out in worse pain with her attempt to push.

She felt herself ejaculate and he pinned her against the wall and wrapped her arms around her back, thrusting her down onto his thick dick as she hisses and gasps with the burning rising and falling while she visibly aches, her bump turned to a smoothened stone, she faced the ceiling and bore down.

The head moved back and forth inside her as he squeezed into her canal, she felt the pressure push back but it moved forward, she felt her birth reflex kick in as she no longer was pushing but trying to catch her breath as he put her down & she rolled to her side, her crown widened as he left for a bath as she grunted silently, her lips spread to their limit.

Bruised and swollen, she seemed to be bleeding as the head bursts forth as she squeals like a pup with her canals spilling out and she cupped the head, searching for the cord while the other one still remained attached as she needed to push and placed her hands onto her bump, gulping down as she endured the pain without pushing from sheer exshaustion.

The shoulder propped up and burst out, the baby dangled whilst she held the upper-body and gently tugged the baby out of her while she moans softly, the twins we're out and the second born was breathing fine, she shuffled to get something to swaddle the twins in, she cradled both in her arms and cut off both cords as she pulled the placenta out.

There was a bit of soreness but no more pain, she awaited both to perk up and feed onto her breasts as her husband then comes in from his bath as she stares furiously as she calmly & weakly speaks "I *huff* wanna go home." as then they pack up and she's drive home as she rests for now.

The relationship is on thin ice, they had a divorce and she finds a lover more capable and caring than the last, as this time things go smoothly even in their roughest times.

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birth prompt: anal birth with his obgyn husband

A bit out of my league, not my thing though I may know someone but they may not be on this platform anymore.

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For the Clan

By: BirthedStars

You are a young woman who belongs to one of the strongest warrior clans in the world. The warriors bred to be battling machines from birth, strong and ruthless to anyone that isn’t one of their clansmen no matter their gender.

However, only specific people can be chosen to breed new warriors. At the age of 18 everyone not born a warrior is purposed with some other task to support the clan through divination. Carpenters, metal workers, chefs farmers; all are tasks chosen by the matriarch of the clan. Warrior breeders were the most regarded, and rare task to be given to someone.  

Your family was ecstatic when the clan matriarch announced you to be a warrior breeder. Of course, why wouldn’t they be? You and them would be blessed for life, given riches and the best care. But…you were not so happy with it. Standing at only 5 feet tall and slim as can be, knowing that for the rest of your life you’d have to carry warrior children was frightening. Warrior babies were notorious for being gigantic in size. But, you didn’t have much of a choice, it was your responsibility to birth the next generation of warriors along with two other young women.

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Angel’s Cage

323.7:  Princess becomes a war prize when the neighboring king conquers her kingdom. She is known to be the most beautiful woman in the land, and since he has yet to have an heir, he takes her against her will. Age gap would be appreciated (18+ of course)

Author: Birthedstars

It had been 1 month since Hayliel lost everything. 1 month since everything around her burned. 1 month since everything she loved was stomped out and taken. The war that no one remembered who started, came to a fiery and death saturated end. Hayliel was the last living member of the royal family of Foresong, one of only hundreds of her people left, and now she sat in her isolated tower room at the edge of her bed waiting for that cold king to come take something else.  

Hayliel was considered one of the most beautiful young women in all of the lands. Full figured in all of the right places and a face as stunning as precious gems, fitting to her namesake, “Angel of Forest “.  It was clear why the aged warrior king would claim her amongst several dozen women taken from Foresong’s now ashened land. The cold silence of the bedroom was broken by the door creaking open.  A large Man in an ornate breastplate and cape entered the room, King Farna. He absentmindedly scratched his thick salt and pepper beard, his eyes scanning the lightly dressed young girl.

“…are you prepared?” he asked tersely.

“Yes.” In truth, she wasn’t ever going to ‘prepared’ to have sex with the man who caused her so much pain, but it’s not like she had a choice anyway, might as well submit to it rather than struggle.

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Spinning Wheels

Tw: 18+, contains sexual content.

The enclosed spaces rung with gunshots, agent after agent was shot down or killed with each of the teams taking great losses down to only two members left alive and uninjured.

Many stepped back to recover but succumbed to their wounds, D'va and Widowmaker were in hiding and steathily snuck around their last two enemies to end the battle, attempting a surprise ambush and surrounding them.

To their surprise, the two opponents got to them first with Cassidy and Widowmaker taking each other out with lethal force, putting the numbers down to a one on one battle.

D'va had her heart beating in her ears, she was paranoid and constantly turned to defend her body and her baby from harm, moving into an awful open space, she scanned as loud beeping sounded from behind, she turned and was hit in the bomb radius, she was flung out of her mech.

Bruised and aching, she crawled to the nearest bit of safety she could find with her broken arm and aching womb, she slithered behind boxes in a dark corner of the room.

Leaning against the wall, she felt a pain running down her stomach and cramping into her bump, she arches her back and groans quietly, a mass increased inside her pelvis as she yelps in pain.

The burn worsened, she knew it was coming but her bodysuit was still on and she needed a way to take it off, luckily the explosion tore small slits on the thighs, she tugged at it and ripped a big enough hole for the baby to pass through.

Swaying her hair, she felt her hips buck up while she adjust into a kneeling posture with her ache returning as the mass lowered down her insides.

Though the quiet would be short-lived with loud clanging footsteps grow near as she placed her hand over her mouth as the pain got worse and aches more intense and tight around her belly.

She saw the mech infront, it's footstesps stop in front of her as the mech's hand crushes through and catches her as she makes her escape, it was crushing in her arms and held up.

Facing the pilot, she saw a... hamster? The pure confusion made D'va sigh, the hamster was not ordinary, far from it with the hamster moving a thumb and tapped into D'va's large bump.

D'va tensed up and squirmed around, a gush of water dripped onto the brick as she groans with an intense rush of pain, the urge to pushing was signaling D'va but she resists.

The mech lightly increases the thumb's pressure as she wails and clenches her fist with forming tears in her eyes, the pressure was increasing as the baby pops into a crown.

She wheezes with her teeth, inhaling sharply in through her open lips while she coughs and then begs, the pressure is then increased.

Her head then pulls back, she feels the upper- half burst out of her insides, her pupils dilate and she pants for air, her fist clench as she pushes with panic, screaming wildy and loudly.

The baby then pops out into the mech's other hand while she gasps for air, the cord is then snapped off with proper cut as D'va begs for freedom, the newborn was plopped down.

With the mech's left finger pushed into her insides, the rugged cold steel burning into extreme pains as she wheezes and squeals.

"Ah! Ngg- kha! Ouh! Pl- Kgaaa! Ow! No! NGah!"

The finger pulls out as she's dropped down in horrible pained, exshausted defeat while she aims her gun and headshots the hamster, as within this fight is a stalemate.

She crawls, squealing and heaving as she puffs with the twin forming the crown, she crawls to reach the crying baby.

Her stomach aches, she freezes to push and bursts out the head as she's ravaged in pain bearing down and screaming until the twin plops down and dangles between her thighs.

She pulls out the baby, slithering as she then finally reaches the babe, she rolls flat on her back and stares into the ceiling with cheery thoughts that atleast the babies safe with her.

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Wisdom's Price

Tw: 18+, Minors DNI.

(Read it before you like the story, though it may suck for you.)

In a brewing conflict between Olympians, Giant's and Titans, there was a prophecy from an oracle's dreams that in one of the goddesses of Olympus was a child that would create an everlasting peace between man, god and titan.

This child would be born of wisdom and war, her armor was golden and her helm was clad with red feathers and she had spear that would always pierce through armor, a shield with the face of a gorgon beheaded by a man named Perseus.

In this woman will the fates decide victory or loss, at this time they we're skeptical that it would be Athena's as she never would be betrothed with a husband and by Greek standards is a virgin goddess, a celibacous one too.

Yet, they hadn't considered one thing the yearning for love that burns in her heart as it's compassion releases a intense ravenous lust that needed to quench in great desperation, she also secretly went to a follower of hers, Keras.

Her beauty grabbed Athena's attention, in her obssessions she began to ungracefully touch her sensistive parts and dipped in further with her teeth clenched she had a time filled with ecstacy and pleasure, laid behind bushes as she revelled in anxiety and disdain in her realisation.

But there was no going back, she revealed herself to Keras who was shocked at the appearance of her patron no more an elemental, she dropped to her knees as Athena gave an extremely erotic visual for the very fertile Keras.

"I yearn for your body.... it's taste and touches" she begins to strip down revealing all of her succulence to a mortal woman who was frozen in absolute adoration over her figure, Athena then states "Act whatever desire you have on me, I wish it" a flabergasted Keras does what she is asked and caresses her.

She gasps, she pulls in Keras and embraces her groping onto her parts as she strips her down with a fire spell that burns off her dress, she then feels Keras rub against her body and they get in the act, no shame or relent just mindless lust.

Their acts reach into midnight, both share moans and kisses as she lovingly dominates Athena who submits into her arms and is graced with loud gasps and groans before she inhales and then loudly squeals in glee as she's filled ingloriously.

Athena then promots Keras to be her personal servant and that she'd be leaving her home to be with her for however long she asks, if she wants to leave it's up to her but at any cost she must return to her master who seeks her affection.

Keras, silently thought it over and nodded to be with her as they cuddled into a tight embrace slumbering in the night.

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Once she returns to her chambers on Olympus, she begins to show signs of sickness and Keras caters her in worry to her patron who she'd never thought could be inflicted by a simple fever, once she began to viciously puke.

They both knew, Keras was instantly anxious and collapsed onto her knees as she begged to be forgiven by any means, Athena then lowered to Keras and kissed her lips, saying in such a gentle and soothing tone "Do not fear, it is a child of ours. I yearned to be a better mother for you and this one."

Keras calmed herself and apologized in her shock, she was not ready to be a mother especially to a half-blood child of mortal and immortal tethers beyond her comprehension & understanding of the mysteries lying beyond death.

Athena kissed her cheek, holding up her chin as she smirks cheerfully speaking to her with calm tones "You do not need to apologise to me, dear." as she holds her flat stomach in anticipation for the child to be born in months time.

Under the nine months, the child had grown quite large, active and healthy with hints of great strength belonging from the baby's strong kicks and a combination of aches, few contractions and back cramps from the sheer heft.

A horn is blown at the gates, the Horai have alerted the palace of incoming attacks from outsiders or enemies, Athena then clads on her armor which didn't fit but she forced it down on her round stomach.

She felt the tight squeeze push the baby against her cervix and very uncomfortably, she grabs her shield & spear then kisses Keras and darts her way into the battle nearing the gates and the stables of Olympus.

Steadfast in position as she prepares for battle and defense for the foundations of olympus & the safety of the inoccent, then there a sudden burst of powerful magic that drilled in the defenses of the olympians.

Their a physical silhouette came closer in the smoke, Athena was backed into a wall as she peered behind her shield, what was across her as the shock in realization on what breached olympus' borders, a titan who was against the olympian and one far more dangerous, Typhon and Gaea's Giants.

This would be the hardest battle they would have yet, they all rushed in with raging war cries to be heard afar and not.

Athena rushed in and swung her spear whilst she chants, and casted a spell that summoned a torrent of wind that moved with the strength of her swing and flung the titan she'd been facing as she hears cracking from behind.

A giant cracks the ground and hurls towards her a rock, instinctually she blocks and dashes forwards and stabs through the giant's chest as it crushes her with it's full immense size and strength, she persists through and in aching, injured form she slices her opponent's chest.

Their was a loud roar as Typhon blasted fires that hurled Athena through walls and into an ancient cavern, injured she'd stay hidden as a gush of fluids accompanied by the consistent contractions seized her down on her back.

She hissed through gritting teeth, casting a healing spell whilst she straightens up and waddles still quite injured & hurt but there was a war to fight and she wouldn't give up.

So with whatever endurance she had left, shuffling back to the battlefield and rose out of the ground as she screams & stabs her spear into the ground and casts a spell of storms, tornadoes and fiery spears rained upon their enemies.

Athena hissed as she felt a tremendous pain signal through her entire abdomen, her bump was visibly contracting and she clutched her spear as she resisted the raging urges of labor, though it seems she may not resist much longer.

She hissed at the pain feeling the child descend downward as more opponents faced her, three we're taken by Apollo & his sister Artemis as she faced two enemies, alone in labor as they rushed towards her in aggression & conquest.

As they ran in from both sides, she spun her shield and flung them back as one began to try and pounce as she rushed in and stabbed his gut, chanting a spell and summoning a hot flame that struck through his body and roasted him and the surrouding area, once she took him down she gripped into her thighs, grunting in pain from the contractions and the burning mass that reached below through her hips.

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They charged and grappled her into the ground shoving a fist into her womb, she wails in pain and arches her back whilst the mass shot to close her labia and begins to form the crown, headbutting the opponent, decapitating them with her spear and sprawling into broken debris.

She bites into her forearm, bearing down as the crown spreads slowly as she huffs in air through her nose and grabbed the lower curves of her round bump & weakly steadying onto her feet and charges into battle, shield ramming into the debris and casting a spell into their eyeballs, a crystal form from the inside and bursts out.

The enemy is blinded and flayed open with the spear, incapacitating and killing the giant as she's seized in consuming pains, she tried to hold back but succumbs towards the urge, spreading her thighs fully bearing in extreme aches down her back.

Knelt against the wall of debris, she pressed her fists inwards and forced the progression further, she wails horrendously and deafens everyone nearby and feels exshaustion, the crown formed into a wide circle.

No longer having the strength to push, she begins to firmly squeeze into her bump and wails louder and pops out the full enormous head, tearing her with a spill of blood, spilling alot of clear fluid into a small puddle beneath her knees.

Once she gathers her bearings, she begins to push down the broad shoulders, screaming into the marble and inching the shoulder forward where it jammed into her canal's insides.

Panicked with the rebounding pain, she bore repeatedly and without rest sapping her out instantaniously as she feels the stuck shoulders trying to budge and burning her insides out.

A powerful blast of fire sent each olympian flying out and Athena landed into the stables, waddling into the hay and knelt down in her burnt clothes her lower half revealing an enormous bump, visibly aching as she plants her spears in the ground and held onto it for support as she tugs onto a tight shoulder and squeals through the pain.

Freeing the shoulders, she bore down in one whole push & sputtered with fluids as the child dangled from her vagina, she pulled it out tearing off the rest of her clothing & clad armor to let the child feed and rest for the battle ahead.

Clutching onto her lower side once more, she screamed whilst she bore another child instantly, sapping her full strength down to nothing, barely moving a finger with remaining strength, her regenaration couldn't catch up.

Chanting a heal spell with a strained voice, she regains a remainder of vitality and uses her profound strength on barely able to cradle the twin, leaning back into the hay.

She laid in the hay until her strength was restored, taking the night and day from the time of the birth to finally able into returning to battle with her twins close to her chest.

Roaring once more in nude form, she leapt into the sky fighting for honor and the survival of olympus' rule over mankind and their home with one more battle raging on.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

@birthedstars Hi, I used to read your blogs all the time and then I couldn't but hey, I forgive you and I apologize for anything I did.

Same things goes for @muchelbirtheinstein (I was very bad at socializing) & @mittysins as I probably wasn't what he liked or appeared to much on his feed.

What Were Left Behind

@birthedstars

"We have two more in labor!" A nurse yelled over a cacophony of labored howls while clutching their own distended mound. An older woman breathing steadily and a very lightly dressed young woman crying while holding a supremely large belly stood next to the nurse.

"I'll be there-ngh, in a moment!" You shout back as you press your arm firmly into a woman's abdomen. Your own stomach constricts viciously as seconds pass.

"I-I don't want it! Don't make me have it!" The woman shrieked beneath you. The shoulders of her child spread her pussy wide.

You ignore her and press harder. You need to clear some beds out and you couldn't wait for this woman to give in to her body or lose consciousness. The baby needed to be birthed now or else. You jam your elbow in harder.

The woman shrieked as the baby erupted from her pussy into the hands of one of the nurses. The woman fell into a heap, her crying intensifying as the cries of her baby entered her ears. The nurse tried to put the baby in the mothers hands but the act was met with stern and frantic rejection.

You instruct the nurse to clean them up and get them out of the bed as soon as possible. You take one step back from the bed and are met with the feeling of water dripping down your legs. Your time is coming soon too.

You look out amongst the rows of birth beds. Women young and old filled them, struggling against the trial of birth.

You were in the same struggle the other women here were in. Your baby is sitting right behind your dilating cervix, waiting to be born. Your skin tight bump's underside is visible to all with how ill fitting your clothes were. It didn't help that it had dropped significantly. Each wide gaited step you take is accompanied with a downward shift in your crotch.

Ten months ago, an army made camp only a short way from the quiet town. Headed off to the battlefront to protect the king's lands and slay its enemies. It was natural that brave knights saw to it that they had some fun or felt love before heading off to the frontlines and possibly saw death.

Most of the women here were taken in by the gruff charms of the kingdom's soldiers; their promises of whisking them away to their fertile lands and giving them a life of plenty once the war was over. It didn't take much to impress the women of such a modestly sized town with nothing to its name. And in kind, it didn't take much for them to open their legs for men they thought honorable and good.

Others were grounded to the child bed due to their unluckiness in bumping into the less honorable and much more irate knights. The ones who genuinely didn’t care about what scars they left on the young maidens or entertainers of the town.

You were a part of the former. One of the field healers was handsome enough to turn your eye and smart enough to turn your heart. It was a short fling that ended like most- in the promise that he would return and you'd continue your love affair.

Eight months ago, the town lord got word that the army was wiped out in a trap. Survivors were said to be sparse to none. Leaving the town women carrying nothing but the seeds of dead men. Some prayed for their return. Some prayed for their eternal suffering. Some wept in despair. Some cried tears of joy.

Those feelings bubbled up to the surface in the packed medical hut. A few dozen women in the past few days found themselves trapped in the birthing bed. It was a terrifying sight to see for some and others were a little elated.

The nurse who'd brought in the two new birthing mothers had already collapsed with her legs spread wide and her pussy gushing fluid.

She could handle herself and the older woman she brought had several children before this point. The one you had to worry about was the dancer. She was clearly overdue, young, and not prepared. Not that you are much different.

The Dancer squirmed on the bed beneath her weighty belly, a trickle of white coming from her puffy pussy. That was certainly one way of getting labor started. You clean her up and stick a sanitized finger up her canal. Your hand is stopped halfway through.

"Fuuuuuck! It's so fucking big!" She howled. "I can't push anymore! I can't!"

"You can and will," you say, despite the urge to push creeping on you. "Hold your legs back and bear down!"

The dancer reluctantly nodded and pulled back her legs easily, framing her towering dark bump. She jammed her chin between her breasts, bearing down with all her might.

As her thighs quiver, your own legs spread and your squat deepens. A contraction embraces your body, the head of your baby descended past your cervix. Your face contorts as the pressure drives downward. Your time is running short. You keep one hand beneath your belly and another on the now bulging lips of the dancer. You close your eyes and breathe in a desperate attempt to not have your baby come down any further.

"Ouuuuughhhh! It's coming out, it hurts! My pussy hurts!," the dancer shrieked.

You open your eyes to see the skin of her pussy spreading wide. You quickly press your hand on the crown. You nor the other helpers could deal with a tear right now. There had already been one too many that didn't end well.

"Stop pushing! You need to stretch," you command the woman.

The Dancer listened and answered with a loud groan and a bucking of her hips. You hold steady against the head. The Dancer writhed beneath your touch. The burn is taking its toll but it's necessary. The head slowly slides out into your palm just as the head of your baby crawls into your canal.

The dancer shrieks as the head pops free of her pussy. The Dancer takes that as a go ahead to continue pushing and bore down even harder. The shoulder spread her pussy tightly around them. Her back arches and her thighs shake as her mouth goes wide. The huge babe slides out in a slippery mess of fluid into your hands. The dancer's entire body recoils at the release in pressure.

"It's out! A girl!" you announce, rubbing its back until it cried and squirmed. You carefully present the child to its mother.

Weeping herself, The dancer gladly took the crying baby into her arms with a smile.

"Oh, Vincent, she's beautiful, she's so beautiful," The Dancer said as she rubbed the back of her baby.

You can't help but smile slightly at her despite the bittersweetness of her words. This Vincent she called out for was very likely to be gone. Then your smile is forced to fade. The pressure and pain intensified across your body. So much so you almost drop to your knees.

You need to give birth, you need to give in. Your body demands it. But just as you begin to bear down you hear a guttural screech.

You turn to see the nurse from earlier crying out. Her stretch mark covered belly tight and red.

"I'm gonna die! It won't come out!" The nurse melted into hysterics.

You swallow hard and resist the urge once more. The head of your baby sitting right behind your lips. You slide your feet over to the nurse.

"I-I have to turn the baby," your body and mind strain to ignore the growing bulge in your trousers. "Don't- ouuugh- push."

You move the Nurse's tight belly, shifting and lifting the baby off her pelvis. You slowly rotate the baby all the while moaning and wincing through your own labor. Keeping your legs and pussy tightly shut so the baby wouldn't progress further. You grasp what you think is the baby's head and slowly direct it down toward the Nurse's cervix. As soon as you were certain all was well, you let go.

"Push!" You command the nurse. The pressure in your pelvis grew into a burn. Your job was done with Nurse, but there were still struggling mothers you needed to tend to.

However, in your pain-addled state you made a mistake. The baby was descending legs first and head up, unbeknownst to you. The nurse screamed and pushed as the burn over took you. You start with a whimper, then a breathy moan. Your pussy spreads around the head tightly. Your body is bearing down without you at this point, your nails dig into your palms as you try to continue to resist.

You open your eyes and try to stand to your feet with a hand on your bulging pussy. That's when you see your error. The nurse squirms on the ground back arched with a pair of legs hanging out of her.

"FUUUCK! MY BACK!" The nurse howled.

You grimace and slowly crawl between the nurses legs. You support the body as best you can with one hand. Your face is red and sweaty. You can feel it come. The burn peak, the sting as your pussy relinquishes the head. The big head pops out of you and into your trousers. The shoulders don't wait

"I should've told him to pull out!" The Nurse pushed up to the neck. You couldn't help but think the same. You and the rest of these women would just have to deal with it though.

Both of you cry out in unison. The arms of the nurse's baby pop out and now the base of the head begins to crown. Your own baby was struggling to tear your trousers for room, leaving the shoulders holding you painfully wide. Your hanging belly seizes, the seam of your trousers tears around the head and dampens with fluid.

"Pull it out of me! Get this fucking baby out of meeeee!" The Nurse screeched while pushing harder than before.

You pull the Nurse's baby slowly all the while huffing and crying out your own stuck little baby. The Nurse throws her head back in a primal roar and the baby shoots out of her tight pussy into your hands.

You can’t even think about proper procedure at this point. You need your baby out.

You quickly plop the newborn onto the disheveled nurse's chest and immediately roll to your back, ripping your cloth trousers off. As soon as they are gone, the baby bursts out of you in a torrent of fluid. It falls between your soaked thighs and cries out for your touch. With heaving breaths, you carefully pick up the baby.

Nine and a half months of work was squirming in your hands. A wave of exhaustion, joy, and sadness came over you looking at the active bundle. Your breasts ache as much as your pussy does right now but you still have more to tend to.

Just then, a young man runs in with a crying woman hanging off his shoulder. One baby in her arms and another clearly stuck at crowning.

"Help! She needs help!"

Just how much seed did those soldiers sow?

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Trust me, you would not wanna now.

Reblog if you're an NSFW blog not run by a cis dude.

I need more people to follow but the only blogs I'm finding are boring dudes who all post the same generic black and white gifs and I'm not into it.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

(Requested by: European3)

[A young bank employee is in labor while striking up a long conversation with her boss, she does not believe she is until the situation is far too late for her]

Shadows Arisen

Tw: 18+ Minors DNI, may contain sexual content

Scorching in the brazen heat, the beads of sweat running off her chin as she feels the ache within her bloated womb, her unborn ever eager to have a meeting with their mother face to face, awaiting to be greeted but denied from ignorance.

A mild grunt sounded from her lips, she slants to the side of the chair in ignorance believing herself to not be having any contractions, thinking it was mild pain after she had eaten a considerable amount of very intense spicy noodles.

Her boss enters the bank, she walks towards the very sweaty Charloette behind the screen of her desk being quite politely greeted for her being on shift though she didn't have to do it.

"Mornin' love, you look disheveled today. Apologies for havin' ya enter today's shift and I appreciate it, doll-face~"

"Anything- mggh.. for you, boss. You've been a lovely girl, of course ye have me- euugh- mmffh... Ow!, masterpiece."

She walked away flustered as she sighed in relief, chuckling at herself with a regard to her flirting "That was shit! You two are really gonna be motherless for the time being... euuhh-".

Distressing herself over the reuniting pain, she stood up to sway her hips an attempt to ease the pressure and aching overflowing into her hips and around her bump and sides, underbelly and with the intense cramping on her back.

Then she heard her boss' heels and she rested her chin into her palm trying to impress her while she swayed her hips in circles, easing the head into it's position as it slid inside her cervix trying to squeeze and seizing her in inferno-like pains.

"Hi.... you good? It seems the heats gotten to ya, not good for ye..... I'll assure you. You deserve the double pay in this heat. As you know my baby comin' anyday too so I pity."

She nods & they share an awkward laughter as she is seized in thundrous pains and sores all over her abdomen to thighs.

A rush of fluid had ran down her thigh, dampening her skirt down to her socks and boots as she grabbed her side and a rush of adrenaline made her panic a bit, as she excuses her way out of the situation for just a small moment.

"Oh, soorry but- *Sharp gasp* I need to go for the bathroom I'll be back for this... mmmhh. I swear! Wait for me. Please"

Her boss nods, as she darted off to the bathroom where she enters and shuts the door leaning up against it and held on to her bump tightly with her pains beginning to peak, as she huffed loudly and bore down with her knees trembling.

The fluids oozed as she pushed with the head slowly leading down her canal, once it slides out of her cervix, she huffs in large breaths while she clenches her fist knuckle white as it begins to progress lower and closer without delay.

Her back moved into a deep slant as she groaned into her next contraction, she latched her arm around her belly's underside while bearing down into an akward squat-like position as she feels her lips open with great burn.

Her right hand was gripping into her thigh as she felt the softness of the crown spread her open, she heaves a loud storm as another contraction conquers her and she then took a heavy push, grunting more animalistically.

"mggeeuu- rgghhrrrhhh! No, please! *huffing* PLEASE! Aanngghhh! heuuurrgghhh... uuh uuu.. *sobbing*" Then sharply inhaling she reluctantly darts out of the bathroom.

Scuttling to her desk, she walks in front of her chair and seated down slowly pressing the head backwards leading with a massive burn, sweat runs down her face and more profusely then ever, it was obvious but then bubbled into being overheated and sweating from the heatwave.

Her boss then looked visibly troubled, she felt then the intense pains of a full crown forming after being pulled backwards, the pain makes her sob and softly whimper.

"Hey, uuughh... ooww, call the hospital I can feel the crown forming and- uUuuurrr... it really hUURttsss... euughh"

As her leans into her table, rocking in a see-saw motion as she stands then collapses from the pure exshuastion of holding in the crown for more than normal, her crown then goes from the head to neck in one whole movement.

"Ha- aagghh! I can't hold it! *sobs* but not hEERE! OWH!"

Her boss panics, shuffling as Charloette begins to fully bear down and her thighs wide open and her white blouse begins to show skin, she heaves and bears down as the neck slowly budges further to reveal a small peaking shoulder.

Laid on her fours, her legs splayed out and her palms digging deep into tile as she pressed her chin down and give out a loud scream "Euuaaa- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" as the left arm pops out cleanly and she went completely mindless.

Sobbing and beginning to tear, she pushed with as much might she could and the baby plops out of her and slides down, Charloette trembled and scuttled over and lifted a daughter into her arms as she gently kissed the baby.

It's wails grow silent, she crawls and grabs the telephone while her boss grunts heavily and in great sweat while an emergency picks up for them "Hello this is 112?" She says "Me and my boss and in labor and the heat is melding me"

The caller immeadiately asks for adress and sent one down as urgently they could, once they hung up Charloette leans over her desk as another head dangles between her thighs.

The pain was the worst it could get, she heaved heavily too tired to scream and just barely managing to pushing the arm and shoulders, once the abdomen gets out the baby falls out and she catches the twin as she heaves unevenly.

Her boss tries to resist, her crown was too large and painful as she leans farther over the desk and splays open as fluids spill heavily and she takes a huge push and the baby pops out into her pencil skirt, she collapses onto her knees and begins to lose conciousness as emergency barely come in.

They are both carried into the ambulance, the three babies catered as both begin to make a full recovery and become "close friends" being very active in the bedroom, they raise three great children all humble and somehow not pompous.

( Thanks so much for your patience this took a very long while, hope it's how you like it! )

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Could you please write something about a woman giving birth on the stairs? As she struggles to walk up each step brings her waters closer to bulging out until she can no longer walk

A lovely idea, I might have one for you and this one you may find acceptable to your taste.

On the other hand, I am grateful for your ideas!

A Step Forward

TW: 18+, minors Dni

In the midnight, she runs from oncoming shots as they zip pass her puffing up into smoke with each that hits the ground, she then runs into an alleyway and enters into an abandoned building through the backdoor.

As Charloette slams the door shut, she feels an intense contraction under her abdomen and her waters begin to heavily flow and stain the mat.

Gasping loudly, her leotard soaked as the pain rushed in horridly wrapping around her bump as she clutched her bumps midsection as she let's her mouth gape open wide without a sound.

Her arm wraps into her bump as she waddles forward to the steps out of the basement, the pains still surrounding her body beginning to release the restless twins within her.

Once she takes the steps up, she feels a huge thundrous pain ring into her hips as she falls onto her knees and squeals "Gnnmmhh!" and bears down leaning forward with her thighs spread open unable to close from the sheer pains she was experiencing entirely.

As she puffs, she regains her footing and is heading up the steps further up as a noise physically worries her within her vunerable position, she hastens her waddle.

On each step she struggles to hold in the massive mass beginning to peek through, reaching a turnaround to up further to the second floor, she collapses and held on the railings that turn the corner.

Laid on her hips, she bears down succumbed with the pains as her scarlet eyes widen and then she gasps with heavy groans "Ah! Hu- u unnnhhh!" As the mass begins reaching the midpoint and as she heaves slowly receeds.

She reached into her strapped heel boots, grabbing a dagger then regaining herself gripping the handrails and her arm held carefully underneath her massive bump.

Heading up the steps, a contraction pangs increasingly worse as she endures further upwards the steps, grunting while taking furthering steps to the safest floor.

Bearing down with each step upwards, the massive head begins to slightly peak while rushing with fluids as she grunts louder "A- Hggg- nnggghhhh! Ngh!" with the crowning widening further out.

As she steps forward, each furthering the crowning more and more until exshaustion collapses in and she falls to her thighs.

She bends over and leans into the railing, pressing her chin into her chest and then bearing down heavily and crowning fully.

She gasps, grunts as she reachs the full crowning or the ring of fire, inhaling the ginormous breath as she screams loudly.

"Nggg- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Dropping the dagger, clutching her bump feeling the head burst violently and with shoulders rushing out even quicker.

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The baby sploshed onto the concrete, she then rushed to cradle the small babe and intensely held onto the dagger's hilt.

She waddles onto the final steps up, reaching the third floor with the second crown slowly forming as she pushes with each step up the stairs until the pain succumbs her down.

On her fours she laid the firstborn to the side, she bore down with one push and had yelled loudly with the whole body dangling out of her.

Exshauting herself completlely, she reached onto the baby with her gloved hands as she reached under black dress and pulled it out.

Slowly laying onto her back, grabbing her crystal earring and finnessing it with her managing to cut the cord with an earring.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

cis mpreg having fun with a dildo until his water breaks and has to give birth the twins. everytime the head passed the birth canal he experienced prostate orgasm and he cums multiple times 🍆💦

I don't do mpreg, unfortunately not my style.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

The Difficult Journey

TW: Minors DNI, 18+ topics involved

In the dark wastes of an empty night, the storm covered the roads with pouring waters as a lone woman wanders to her home in a conspicouous situation, she was pregnant and had her raging body fighting her to release the child within.

Begging to come out as it rends into flesh, she collapses to her knees as she cradles the bump in her pains she screams without a single noise.

Her muteness was visibly, she exhaled harshly through the pains of her bruised opening trying it's best to spread open for the crowning child.

The burn was putrid, it stung with an endless barrage of needles as her womb contracts an enormous amount while she gives in more, it's time for her child to be freed from within her.

As she rises from the wet ground, trembling inside her boots clanking from her trembles.

As the crowns bulges out forth, visible even beneath her short gray dress furthering it's position out of her as much it possibly can.

Once she reached the bus stop, she sat and slouched down with her legs open with her breathing more vigorous and infrequent in consistency, she bears down more after the constant pains forces her to.

Succumbing more into the pangs, she hears loud beeps as the bus arrives and she rushed over into the bus and stepped up as the head drooped with her coming up inside the bus.

Waddling into the backseats, the driver heads onward as she settles into the corner her legs spread on it's widest within the small spaces.

She bore, the shoulder grinded it's slow way down her opening, once it bursts out a slow hammering instictively makes her push and trash in pain as the baby violently burst out.

Another crown forms immediately after, she bore down as hard as she could and violently coming one after another the triplets were finally born out of their mother as she lays exshausted and had fallen limp into a faint unconciousness inside the moving bus.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

The goddess of death is one day seduced by a mortal man and manages to get knocked up by him. Despite her growing belly she refuses to acknowledge her reality. 9 months has pass and now no matter how hard she tries this baby is going to come out. Would also enjoy if maybe there’s a goddess of life character who sort of acts as a midwife coaching the goddess of death and this goddess of life is also heavily pregnant. Maybe her water breaks as she helps the goddess of death and the 2 are now forced to give birth together

Intertwined Mother's

(Egyptian Mythology)

Tw: 18+ Minors DNI, Mature.

Nephthys owned the domain of death, proudly and she'd use it malevolantly each time some other of her pantheon began to question her.

Her sister Isis, owns the domain of life itself keeping her foot down whenever she'd try anything reckless to not repeat past mistakes.

The two we're close, never imagined being without another though conflicted at heart.

But Nephthys had her eyes set, once she had encountered a mortal man quite bold at his charms towards the beauty he'd set upon a woman he would most accept no matter.

It worked even if she was mostly in control within the moment, following him home a distance from the town she soon was kept unfocused at his apperance, wildly red.

Unexpectedly confused on why she felt any feelings at all, he offered her a glass of wine throughout the night until she was drunk as civillians in a feast for their king or god.

Things kicked off as she permitted him with anything he wanted from her, she was then stripped and her clothes torn stripped ti'll completely nude though bashful in words.

Accepting in accordance to the deal, he had gone in with raw strength and in a complete suprise had overpowered her completely, an immediate reaction occured once he ran up inside her womb and finished her off.

Complete in satisfaction and utterly finished, she would accept him as her consort when in times needed to satisfy her ravenous lusting.

In the events that proceeded she figured out that the mortal had impregnated her, furious but hesitant she instead denied the unborns existence eventually crying in denial.

Nine months, she'd commanded him to give what she asked in their deal and that he will ensure the possible denial of this child's life.

She wanted nothing with it, tears in her eyes though in the midst of the rage she began to labor and her sister came to her rescue and solemnly allowed his farewell and to return anytime for her sister as she carried her own.

From the same mortal a consequence of the siblings beings intertwined in fate and heart.

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Nephthys laid on her side, relished in pain and internal flames as the child began to descend she denied it mutiple times with tears still in need of retribution to her own consequence.

Isis had summoned the undead spirits to hold her legs up and rolled her to her back, she was not amused and dared threaten her with death.

Howling in the pain, she arched back as her head pulled in reverse as the child went out from within her out, her scowls were intense, enraged in pain as her childs begins to crown.

She began to beg, for the child to be torn to pieces as she wrapped her palms over her womb with it dipped into enraging pains as Nephthys wailed louder and louder.

Isis grabbed her sisters legs, as she leaned above her belly, she bellowed softly as her waters broke before her as she arched back, crowning as her child spreads her open.

Her bump deflates as she howls out with a single push, then the child's head bursts outwards with her weeping growing and her body sweats with the heat.

Isis coaching Nepthys while her baby dangles, holding her breath with each push as it falls a sudden yelp, she catches the newborn as she chants the spells to help Nephthys go forth.

While the goddesses of death weeps, scowling then howling as the arms pop forth she begs to Isis to pull out the baby from her womb.

Isis does so as they both gush with the last of the fluids and Isis bearing a twin, her eyes in complete shut with gasps slowing, Nephthys remained silent as the spirits unbind and fade.

Weeping in fury, thinking about how to end the bastard she just birthed then hearing it's wails.

Her instincts jump to protect, she shuffles tiredly and cradles the baby in her arm and shushess the baby ti'll sleep frantically with clarity in her mind, realising she hated her mistake with the mortal and being caring.

She hadn't named the child yet, to hide his existence from her husband Set and to be completely safe from his & her malevolence.

Her tears stroll as they celebrate the newborns.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

A woman is a perfectionist and wants everything to be perfect for her home birth by herself. She’s nowhere near prepared at home when she goes out while overdue. Her water breaks as she has to get home on the bus, walk home, prepare everything in time to deliver in her living room and deal with a poorly timed delivery boy from who she has to hide her labour while getting a package. The twist? For a good part of this story, she’s constantly having to push the head back inside herself to avoid giving birth. If even one thing in her plan is wrong, even if she’s one push away from giving birth, she’ll push it back and start over to fix it.

Ooh, good one I like it. I will make it as best as I can for you thank you so much for resending

Hey, I have been away for my own time, I've not been mentally healthy and I can't say I am better but I am back with a lot but i'll try.

The Perfection Effect

Tw: 18+, Minors DNI.

In the eyes of perfectionism, all must go their way and no other, this would be their greatest and most vunerable weakness as in the ways, actions of the real nothing goes your way and with this case it wouldn't end easily.

Vivian was a young woman, amidst her later twenties and still in great shape as part the pregnancy made her shape volumptious as naturally it would through her body's change trying to ready for newborn child.

On the contrary, she was very infuriated in amidst the result when she grew overdue a childish reaction over outcomes, so in three weeks over her due date she felt her bump tighten up to a overinflated basketball.

Impacting her back heavily, even on an jog towards the market the woman was waiting whenever her baby would be born at times growing restless and impatient, as much as people would a lot more exaggerated.

On her way to the market in a damp rain, holding up her umbrella wearing a sleeved turtleneck and a tight pencil skirt, as per progress of her widened hips and suppled breasts as the rain hardened and splashes entirely over her thighigh socks.

Lately she'd been intensely overrun with growing pains and cramping around her abdomen and inbetween her thighs and uncomfortably tight yet wide hips, she'd physically grown to waddle after a week.

Her stance resembled a model in a walk, presenting herself on a stage in a fashion competition though it made walking feel intensive on her lower back and her heel.

As she placed her palm under her bump, massaging the uneasing pressure with a relieving release, relieving the pressures unknowingly progressing her quiet labor.

Progressing the newborn further before purchasing her groceries list, she felt at comforting ease for it being an illusion.

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After moments around she'd found what she needed and headed to the checkout counter, small line and handed her groceries paid the amount and headed out into the rain.

She sought after the bus stop within the rain and kept on a decent jog on towards the stop, exerting onto her bodies limit and exshauting herself in short notice and felt a heavy toll on her womb within, writhing in the exshaustion.

Bent over, she pressed her palm ontop the round bump as she grunted loudly with no witnesses around in the rain, she regained herself and trotted forward into the pour a distant bluish glow of light on the sidewalk.

Headed towards it as she reaches over the otherside of the road, crossing the road as cautiously she looked around before going towards the stop, sitting down once near.

Leaning into the bench as she felt a hurdle running down her canal burning enraged in pounding stings and stabbing, painful hard tightness around her back worsening more.

Withstanding the pain rushing over, fists clenched having a palm pressed into her hardened bumps side, tightening on it's squezzes onto her taut skin.

Her jaw tight and brows furrowed, a sigh exhaled through teeth with sweat rolling downward her face, a loud gasp of pain.

The bus came near and stopped by, it's passenger a near-laboring mother with orange-ish hair, contracting and with a extremely stanced and a weird waddle, waddling over to the backseat with six passengers in the rest of the bus.

As she sat down, the intense pressure consumed her canal and instinctually abandoning all concious thought had unconciously began to bear down and squeezing into her belly twisting in an all-consuming and lasting pain.

Engulfing in air with sharp breaths, an expanding mass growing larger in size inbetween her thighs, her head reversed backwards into the seat cushions, slowly slouching as the mass popped open into closed-fitted cloth and budged no further.

Since it restrained from going any further causing vile pains, she cupped above the massive crown and began bringing it back halfway through her canal though it began progressing with movement forward.

With her remaining might she held it back, strained back with an ever weakening self.

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In just the moment as the bus stopped near the road where she lives, she got to her feet and had her right hand on the underside of her belly with the mass pounding it's way out of her labia.

Once she waddled to the bus stop, she held her posture up and walked through the quieter road trying her best to get home quickly with the low hanging mass beginning to pop into her skirt.

The contraction slowed her walk down, she got near a mailbox and leaned by the support with her massaging her underside as she squats it down sublty before regaining her stature and going down the road afar into the corner.

Reaching her house at the edge of the town, she frantically reached for her keys with a rising pain as she opens the door and drops everything and gets onto her knees, she grunts while slamming the door shut keeping her out of view.

As the mass grew into her underwear, the arms burst out and stretch the fabric by it's seams an excruciating pain spread around her abdomen.

She needed just a bit more time to prepare, the birth needed to be the way she wanted it to be and thinking she had time headed to the room to her right with her thighs lightly constricting.

Once she reached the cabinets, grabbing the bowl, towel, scissors, clips and all important supplies her body crashes again to it's knees beginning to feel her baby nearing it's exit an immediate response to try and postpone it a little longer but she was too weak.

Her grunts were raging, throat strained her figure completely doused in sweat and fluid covering her thighs and legs as she screams with the baby rushing forth the nightmare finally ends, she's exshausted and falls over.

With her faint breaths, she apologizes to her newborn under her skirt and flooded with a small bout of sorrow, weary and breathless scurrying into her underwear and carried out her future into her arms before she faints.

Only hearing a loud wail before the darkness surrounds her eyes and blankets her over in deep sleep and dreams of the mistakes done.

This is the final cause of The Perfection Effect another normal accident then made extreme.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

One more, I love this one. Anyway have a good time with life and I hope things are better.

Harvest Day (Farmer AU Drabble)

((Based on an emoji prompt list I received from an anon on my old blog. The prompt happened to be so similar to a Farmer AU being brainstormed between @mittysins and I for our OCs, that I decided to make it a drabble set in that universe. This drabble will feature his OC, Newt, because he inhabits this AU alongside Fawn.))

Prompt: "🤰🏽 1️⃣ 🚜 🛑 👖" [Female, Singleton, Farm, Birth Denial, Clothing Birth]

Disclaimer: The birth denial in this fic is in no way sadistic or forceful. If that's what you're looking for, please move along. I do not write sadism.

TW: Mentions of parental death, themes of self-loathing.

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Fawn shivered as soon as she opened the kitchen door. She watched the clouds of her breath float through the screen door to meet the porch light shining overhead. The chunky black-and-white barn cat ran to the door and rubbed against her legs with a deep meow, thinking he was about to be let out.

"No, Moo," Fawn chided, nudging him away with her boot. "It's too cold out. You'd freeze your flops off."

Moo squinted up at her, as if questioning her authority. He sniffed the screen door, sneezed, and quietly padded back into the dark.

Fawn chuckled and slipped her heavy tin cloth jacket over the two flannel shirts she already had on. The zipper slowed to a crawl as she pulled it over the large curve of her belly. Although oversized, the jacket was clearly designed for men who didn't have to worry about getting pregnant.

With a grunt of effort, Fawn managed to zip herself up. She pulled on her work gloves, grabbed her thermos of black decaf coffee, and stepped outside. She would normally let the door slam shut behind her, but she'd gotten out of that habit ever since her farmhand had his baby. They were still asleep upstairs in the guest room, so Fawn made sure to lock the door behind her -- a new habit that started only after they'd come along.

Fawn stretched out her aching back one last time before waddling off in the direction of the barn. It was three in the morning, two hours earlier than she was used to starting her day, but she didn't have much of a choice. According to the forecast, she had about twenty-four hours to harvest every field before an early frost set in.

"Mmm," Fawn hummed at the back of her throat, pausing for a few seconds to press her hands into the splays of her hips as another contraction started.

She forced herself to keep walking, despite the pain starting to spread into her lower back. All night long, those damn cramps had been keeping her awake. Before that, they'd been annoying her the entire day; but it wasn't until they started ramping up around midnight that Fawn realized they weren't just Hicks this time. Labor hadn't taken her by surprise, her due date being just two days out, but it hadn't left her with a lot of energy for this emergency harvest.

Jesus Christ, this was going to be a long day.

After four hours of mucking stalls and hauling fresh hay into the barn for her livestock -- well, they were more pets than livestock -- Fawn made her way to the hanger shed. Climbing into the combine harvester was now an Olympic event, especially when a contraction came on so strong it made her legs cramp halfway up the ladder. When Fawn finally made it into the driver's seat, she let out a loud, frustrated sigh and rested her hands over the swell of her belly.

"Makin' this hard on me, huh?" she asked her baby. She sat up and threw the key into the ignition, turning on the behemoth of a machine with a roar of diesel. "Gotta try harder than that, kid. Your mama ain't a quitter. She's got work to do."

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As the sun was starting to rise over the horizon, Fawn was less than halfway through harvesting Field One, the sugar beets. Her gloves had the steering wheel in a vice grip as she pressed her back into the seat. She felt her belly cramping hard beneath the layers of flannel and cotton, the pain coiling down her legs and even into the back of her shoulders.

Puffs of white steam came from her mouth as she panted her way through the pain, her eyes focused only on the row of beets in front of her as she kept the machine steady on its path. One row at a time, that's what she had to focus on. Each row she finished, was one row saved from the frost. Just one row at a time.

Fawn puffed out the rest of her breath and slumped forward as her body relaxed and the pain faded. She had to keep going. There was no time to rest.

She twisted open the lid of her thermos and chugged the last of the coffee. If she couldn't rest, she had to keep her energy up. She'd been present in the room when her farmhand gave birth, and she knew she was gonna need as much energy as possible.

There was a short pause after Fawn sat the empty thermos back in the cupholder. Then, the horn of the combine blasted out a short 'HAUNK' as Fawn smashed her fist into the steering wheel.

"Goddamn it," she sobbed, her gloved hand covering her mouth. "Goddamn it."

She'd put herself in this situation, and she hated herself for it. Even after she saw the guts and gore of childbirth with her own eyes, that hadn't stopped her from going back to her regular haunt a month later:

The backwater farming town she'd called home all her life had the only bar available for miles, and it drew flies like a dead mule on the side of the highway. Drifters, hitchhikers, homeless folk, all flavors of traveler came through those doors; but the one Fawn was drawn to was the one that came around the most often: truckers. They were the perfect place to look when she was tipsy and needing something to play with.

The men of the open road were the easiest to persuade. Didn't matter if they had a missus back home or not, they spent days alone with nothing but their imaginations. All Fawn had to do was buy them a round of beer...or three, get just as wasted as they were, and they were more than happy to indulge in a pretty Southern redhead like herself. Those eighteen-wheelers had beds, after all.

Yeah, Fawn had been barebacking the barflies for years. She used to bring condoms with her. It didn't matter that she'd stopped buying them ever since her folks kicked the bucket. If the guy had one, then they'd use it. If not, well...the thrill of a handsome stranger pounding her raw made the grief go away for a while.

Besides, it was better than thinking about all the stress waiting for her back home.

She'd become an expert in winning Russian Roulette, dodging the bullet time and time again; but the one time she decided to let off some steam after her farmhand had to take his leave...and the bullet hit her square between the ovaries. She'd gone out to escape her responsibilities, and came home with a little extra responsibility under her belt.

Fawn let out a few more sobs into her glove -- as if anyone were around to hear her -- before drying her eyes on her sleeve and carrying on as normal. Yeah, she'd done this to herself...but there was nothing she could do about it now.

Nothing except get the job done.

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Fawn hit the brakes hard as she gripped the edges of the seat. The combine screeched like a banshee as it came to a sudden halt in the middle of Field Five, the cabbage patch.

"Shit!" Fawn cried, her teeth clenching hard enough to make her jaw hurt. The contraction kept clamping down around her middle, harder by the second. In response, Fawn's voice became higher and louder with each iteration of: "Shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT!"

And that was when the two-way radio crackled to life:

"Come in, Fawn. Come in. This is Newt at Home Base. Over."

Fawn glared at the radio nestled in her dashboard for a few seconds, then squeezed her eyes shut and snatched it up.

"Copy that, Newt. This is Fawn. I'm in the combine at Field Five. Over."

She'd told Newt, her farmhand, that he could sit out the harvest that year so he could care for his ten-month-old daughter. He'd been a hard worker since he showed up the year prior, three months pregnant with no one to turn to and nowhere to go. He was from up North, way up North. How he'd made it all the way to the deep South -- or why, for that matter -- she had no idea, especially when he had nothing but a joint and a five-dollar bill in his wallet when he showed up at her door looking for a job.

He was an odd little fella, but she liked that about him.

"Copy that. Just checking on you. Sophie woke up, so I'm making us breakfast. Want me to bring you something? Over."

"Gah!" Fawn practically yelled in relief when the contraction finally let up. She draped herself over the steering wheel, panting to catch her breath. Her free hand tried to massage the tight muscles of her belly through the layers of clothing, but it wasn't helping.

When she felt like she could breathe again, she clicked the radio on and brought it to her mouth:

"Negative on that, beanpole," she said, forehead still resting on the wheel. "I gotta get this finished 'fore nightfall. Just make enough for you and the gherkin. Over."

Fawn let up on the breaks, allowing the harvester to groan to a slow forward roll again.

"It's noon," Newt's voice crackled back at her. "There's time for you to eat." There was a pause, but he hadn't said 'over' so Fawn waited. "Don't push yourself out there. Over."

"I won't," Fawn said, her teeth clacking with how hard she annunciated the 't'. "Over."

Fawn slammed the radio back in its holster. She wasn't angry at Newt, she was angry at herself. He was just being the good friend he was. She'd gladly stop to eat if she could. Newt could make a damn good ham and cheese omelette, and in no other circumstance would she pass one of those up!

The baby stretched its feet deep inside her ribs, causing Fawn to wince. "Ah! Fuck, kid!" she hissed, both her hands flying to the upper curve of her belly in a useless attempt to fix the situation.

The wheel turned without her control and the harvester listed to the right. Fawn gasped as she felt her produce grinding under the massive tires.

"Shit!" She jerked the wheel back to the left, but she could see several feet of destroyed cabbage in her rearview mirror. She punched the dashboard, her knuckles exploding with pain that she was too angry to care about. "Goddamn it!"

Tears were stinging her eyes, but Fawn clenched her jaw and blinked them away. "I'm doin' this for you, kid!" she scolded her unborn. "I'm doin' this for all of you, 'kay? I can do this, you just gotta let me!"

Not too long ago, Fawn had only needed enough money from her harvests to support herself and her animals. It was stressful to do on her own, but it was doable. Now, she had two -- soon to be three -- other people to provide for. If this harvest failed...she wasn't sure where that money was going to come from.

Fawn almost hit the brakes again when another contraction snuck up on her. A sob came from her mouth as she clenched both hands around the wheel.

"I can do this," she whispered to herself. "I can fuckin' do this!"

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Fawn grabbed the radio as soon as she heard the static buzz of Newt coming on-air.

"I'm fine!" she insisted, ignoring two-way etiquette. "Just let me work!"

"No!" Newt shot back. "You've been out there all day. You haven't eaten, and that's not good for you. What's not good for you isn't good for the baby, either. Don't push yourself!"

"Ugh, please don't say 'push'," Fawn moaned, making sure the radio was off before she said it.

Despite the cold autumn air, her face was shining with sweat. In her mind's eye, she could see the wide mass of her baby's head inching its way through her cervix, and she was almost nauseous from the effort it took to hold it back.

She was in the middle of harvesting Field Ten, and she was hunched as far to the edge of her seat as she could be. The baby's head was causing a heavy pressure to nestle deep inside her hips, and it was now so low that it was painful to sit on. So, Fawn was driving at an awkward angle, with her hips angled off the seat as much as possible.

"Ohh, God..." Fawn whimpered as another contraction began, not too far off the heels of the last one. She had no choice but to slam the harvester in park so she could brace through it. She lifted herself off the seat as the pressure worsened, and she couldn't help but let out a loud groan.

Her labia throbbed with every beat of her heart, and she blew long breaths through pursed lips to distract herself from the nagging urge starting to build. She wanted to listen to what the pressure was telling her to do. She wanted to just give in and...

"Easy, girl. Easy," she reminded herself aloud, the words being carried on her drawn-out breaths. "Just don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it."

"Hello? Fawn? Are you there?" Newt asked over the radio. "Fawn, come in."

Out of reflex, Fawn took up the radio and clicked it on. "I'm here," she said, not caring how off her voice sounded.

She took a breath to say more, but her hand clamped hard around the radio as the contraction forced her baby ever lower into her hips. She felt the thin ring of her cervix giving way. The full mass of the head slipped into her birth canal with one forceful press of her womb, and Fawn could feel lower lips starting to bulge out from the weight now sitting behind them.

"Aughh, fuck!" a grunting yell left her throat, and she forced her thighs together as the pounding urge to push washed over her.

"Fawn?!" Newt's frantic voice crackled over the radio waves. "What's wrong?!"

Fawn threw her head back into the seat, unable to speak -- only able to pant and growl through the pain and pressure.

"Fawn!" Newt yelled over the radio, now sounding panicked. "Where. Are. You?!"

The contraction had mercy and uncoiled itself from around her limbs and torso. Finally able to speak, she brought the radio to her mouth:

"Field Ten. Baby's coming. Hurry." Fawn let her hand fall to the side as she rested, before lifting it again to conclude her message: "Over."

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Fawn dropped to her knees the second she reached the ground. The combine loomed over her, shading her from the white November sun. She'd turned it off, finally accepting her failure. There were still ten more fields left untouched, and they all would be worthless by the next morning.

She removed her work gloves with her teeth, letting them fall to the upturned soil of the field. She removed her jacket next, and the cold air met the wet flannel that was plastered to her back with sweat.

"Ughh!" Fawn braced her hands on her knees as another contraction wrung her insides, forcing everything down and out. "Don't push," she whispered to herself. "Don't push!"

It was hard. It was like holding her breath. Every muscle in her body was demanding this baby out, like air-starved lungs demanding air in. She could feel her lips bulging out with each millimeter the head dropped down -- the thick seam in the crotch of her maternity jeans becoming unbearably tight. Any attempt to close her legs was now out of the question.

Fawn tipped forward, her hips raising a bit further into the air as her hands dug into the cold soil. "Don't push," she repeated her mantra in her mind. "Don't push. Don't push. Just wait for Newt. Don't-!"

Gush! A hot rush of water ran down her inner thighs, soaking her jeans through. The urge to push became all-consuming.

"Shit!" Fawn growled, her eyes squeezing shut and her hands sinking further into the dirt as her body no longer gave her the option to hold back. Her hips sank closer to the ground as she bore down hard, not giving a single damn that she was in the middle of her field.

She lost any sense of time, her body going on auto-pilot and her mind falling into an almost-pleasant trance with the rhythm of her labor. Contraction, push. Contraction, push. Contraction, push.

Fawn could feel her lips bulging further against her jeans as the head descended, but it didn't feel like she was crowning yet. Newt had said the burn of crowning was horrific, that there was no other pain like it. There wasn't a burn -- just a deep, pulsating ache. At least that meant she could keep her pants on while she waited.

She was vaguely aware of the sound of an approaching engine, but it wasn't until she heard a pair of feet hit the ground nearby that she looked up to see Newt sprinting towards her, the tractor a few feet away.

"Hey, beanpole," she said with a hazy, far-away grin.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Newt cried, dropping to his knees beside her. "How long have you been like...oh, fuck, your water broke!"

"Mmm-hmm," Fawn nodded, gently rocking her hips while she rested between contractions. She blinked up at the tractor, noticing it was empty. "Where's the gherkin? You didn't leave her alone, did you?"

"Don't worry, Sophie's fine," Newt said, carefully wrapping his arms around Fawn to help her stand. "She's napping on the couch, and Moo's watching her."

"Moo can't watch anything besides his food bowl," Fawn said with a small laugh.

She held her breath as Newt helped her to her feet, but her fingernails dug deep into his arms as the weight of her baby came crashing down all at once. Fawn stood with her legs far apart, and leaned heavy into her smaller farmhand as another contraction was triggered by the shift in weight.

"Oh my God, and you're already pushing..." Newt stated, his voice small with fear. He'd been in her position before, and Fawn didn't need to announce it to him. He recognized her stance and the way her body was straining.

"Yep," Fawn said with a strained voice. She gripped onto Newt's arms and dipped into a slight squat as her focus went inward.

"Fawn, why?!" Newt cried, exasperated. He hooked his arms under her shoulders and allowed her to lean on him, despite his smaller frame. "Why the hell did you do this to yourself?!"

Fawn didn't answer. Her dirt-covered hands left smears on his jacket as she gripped him harder to push. Gravity sent her baby surging downward, and the realization that she wasn't going to leave that field without a baby dawned on her.

It wasn't a panic-inducing realization, like it should've been. Instead, it was rather peaceful. She had been fighting the flow of her labor for over a day. Finally letting it happen -- finally giving into her body's needs -- felt amazing, even if it hurt.

With a shudder, Fawn covered the bulging crotch of her jeans with her hand. She could feel a hard mass sitting just behind her skin, and gravity was pulling it closer to its exit. She knew it was go-time, even without seeing it for herself.

"Newt, help me outta these," she said, one hand tugging on her waistband and her other holding onto him for support. "It's comin' right now."

"Okay...okay..." he said, his voice shaking a little. He began helping her shimmy out of her pants, apparently having also accepted they weren't going back to the house.

Although Fawn wasn't fully aware of the world around her, she was aware of Newt slipping off his sherpa jacket and tossing it in the shade of the combine.

"Over here. Kneel on this," he said, easing her down over the discarded jacket.

The sherpa fabric was soft on her bare hands and knees, still warm from Newt's body heat. It was better than kneeling on the icy ground. The cold air still made her shiver when it blew against the dampness clinging to her legs, but her laboring body was enough of a furnace to make her sweat.

Fawn's arms trembled with her next push, her legs opening as far as they could go while still supporting her weight. She felt the fire ignite in her perineum as soon as the head started spreading it open, pulling her lips into a tight teardrop shape.

"Fuck, there's that burn!" Fawn growled as she caught her breath, before bowing her head to go in for another push.

Newt crouched at her side and rubbed his hands into her lower back, the same technique Fawn had done to help him through his own labor ten months prior.

"Yep, told you it would," he half-chuckled. "Gotta push through it, though. That's the only way to make it stop."

A small whimper came from Fawn's throat, but she nodded. "Alright..." she peered over her shoulder at him, her red curls falling over her face. "Keep doin' that. It helps."

"You got it," Newt said with an attempted grin. "I owe you one."

On her hands-and-knees, Fawn fought to bring her baby out for several more minutes. The head was large and stubborn, taking a while to open from the teardrop shape into a proper circular crown.

"That's it!" Newt praised, raising his voice as Fawn screeched from the worsening burn of crowning. "You're really starting to bring their head out, now."

"How did you make this look so easy?!" Fawn cried, a few tears collecting on her eyelashes as she squeezed her eyes shut again.

"It wasn't easy," Newt said.

"Yeah, bullshit! You're half my size, and you did this like it weren't nothin'!"

She'd sat there next to Newt during most of his labor, and he'd hardly made a sound as Sophia slipped out of him into the midwife's hands. Back then, she figured the pain was mostly bearable once it came to pushing. She'd been floored when he later told her how badly the crowning stage had hurt.

Speaking of.

"Uugh!" Fawn released a loud, gutteral scream as more of the head pressed out of her. "How far is it out?!" She dipped a hand between her legs to feel, but Newt grabbed her wrist before she could reach.

"Don't touch it! Your hands are covered in dirt," he warned. He dropped her hand and it fell limp to the jacket.

Fawn heard fabric rustling and she looked over to see Newt pulling off his shirt. Now dressed in only sweatpants and a binder, he carefully pulled her up into a half-squat and held his discarded shirt between her legs.

"Here," he said, guiding her hand to hold the shirt in place. "It's clean."

"You don't mind?" Fawn asked, bracing her free hand against his shoulder.

"Nope," he said, giving her shoulder a supportive squeeze. "Baby's more important than a shirt right now."

Fawn gratefully accepted her friend's support, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she grunted her way through the next big push. She felt the crown stretch wider under her hand, thankful the shirt was thin enough to allow her to feel her progress.

The shadow of the combine was several feet longer by the time Fawn managed to bring the head into a full crown. Her face was red and sweating profusely despite the chilly air. Newt's shirt was now soaked in blood and fluid as it covered Fawn's hand, the head of her baby half-born into it.

Fawn's foot pressed harder into the jacket below her, a low moan rattling in her lungs as another push moved the head out more. Her voice was hoarse, and her energy was dwindling -- the coffee had worn off and she'd had nothing to eat for a whole day. Newt was right, but she would let him gloat about it later.

"Mmm!" she hummed in a high-pitched moan, her forehead resting against Newt's shoulder. The widest part of the head made its way through, and her legs shook violently. "Gah-aughhh! Fuck, it burns!"

"I know. Just keep going," Newt urged her along. He might not have been able to see what was going on from his angle, but he could tell from the sounds she was making that she had to be close. "Gotta push through it, remember?"

"I am!"

Fawn's whole body trembled from effort, her breath hitching as she felt the baby's brow and eyes make their way through. She shifted her weight and brought her other hand down to cradle the head as she felt it felt it slip out up to the chin.

"Head's out..." she said with a deep, eternally relieved sigh.

The intense burn was gone for the time being, but Fawn suspected the hot liquid she felt seeping into the shirt was blood. She could find out later, her eyes were still closed with concentration. She adjusted her gentle hold on the head dangling beneath her, and she felt the features of a face through the fabric of the shirt.

Wait...that was her baby. That was her baby's face!

Fawn gasped, her eyes fluttering open as the reality of the situation met her like a brick to the face. "Oh my God, the head's out!"

"Yeah, I see that," Newt chuckled, tilting his head to see between her legs. "You got this, Fawn. If I could do this, you sure as hell can do this."

Fawn's breath came out hot and heavy as she waited for the signal to push. Never in a million years did she think she would become a mom like this: pushing out a total stranger's baby in the middle of her own crops. At least laboring in a field was something she was familiar with...even if it wasn't quite like this.

Her hips dipped down again as she felt the baby rotate towards her thigh, the movement triggering an incredibly strong urge to push.

"Ohh..." Fawn moaned into Newt's neck, keeping her voice low so her energy could go where it needed. She thought she felt him shiver.

Her lips stretched wide around an emerging shoulder, and her body locked up from the pain. Her jaw hung open in a silent scream, her lungs closed.

"Don't stop now!" Newt said, his hand petting Fawn's upper arm. "Keep going until they're out!"

Fawn's lungs opened just enough for her to let out a strangled: "Owww!" as the first shoulder peeled its way through.

A quick series of shallow pushes eased the second shoulder along until Fawn felt it starting to poke out. Then in one sudden, unexpected gush, her baby dropped into her hands.

"Holy...!" Fawn gasped as she lifted the tiny pale human up to her belly. "Holy shit!"

The newborn let out a wail loud enough to echo across the field. Steam wafted from its slick body, and Fawn held it against her body in an attempt to keep it away from the cold.

"Here, lemmie help." Newt said.

He helped Fawn nestle the baby beneath her two flannel shirts to keep it warm, until its tiny face was visible just under her collar. He assisted Fawn to her feet and onto the tractor a few steps away, leaving any discarded clothing items behind. Now that the baby was out, he had to get everyone home as quickly as possible.

Newt drove in the direction of the house at a blazing twenty-five miles per hour, while Fawn sat in the passenger seat in a daze. She blinked down at the puffy, squalling face peeking out from under her shirts. Everything felt numb.

"Congrats," Newt said with a nervous laugh. "She's a girl."

"She is?" Fawn asked, feeling detached from her body.

"She is."

"Oh. Didn't see."

Fawn cradled the curve of her daughter's body under her clothes, feeling her small legs wiggling against her softened belly. It was odd, feeling her kick from the outside.

"You're a 'lil butterball, ain't 'ya?" she asked the baby. "Got those big round cheeks."

Newt glanced over with a grin. "If Sophie was a six-pounder, I'd say your little girl's about a nine."

"She's a trucker's girl, that's for sure." It was supposed to be a joke, but Fawn couldn't muster the strength for sarcasm. Instead, the truth sank in: "And it's my fault she'll never know which one."

The pair was quiet for a while, with only the engine running between them.

"That's okay, though," Newt offered. "She has you."

"But I'm not ready!" Fawn cried, wanting to sob but too tired to do so. "I just lost half the harvest, Newt! How the hell am I gonna feed all of 'ya?!"

"Hey, don't worry about me and Sophie" Newt said. "Sophie's got plenty of baby mush, and I don't eat a lot anyway. We'll be fine."

"I chose to take 'ya in, so it's my job to provide for 'ya," Fawn said. She held tighter to her daughter as the tractor drove over a small bump. "I just...don't know how to do it alone. None of 'ya were part of the plan. Not at first, anyway."

God, what had she gotten herself into?

To her surprise, Newt began to laugh. "Haha! Fawn, you're looking at the king of 'not part of the plan'. You think I dreamed of hitchhiking my way down here while broke and knocked up? No. It just turned out that way, and it all turned out fine."

Newt pulled the tractor up to the house and jumped out to help Fawn in the door. Before she knew it, Fawn was relaxing with her baby in a warm bath. She carefully washed the blood and gunk from her daughter's skin and allowed the water to catch any excess fluids that leaked from her body in the aftermath of the birth.

Meanwhile, her farmhand was flitting in and out of the bathroom, setting out towels and clean clothes for both herself and the baby -- as well as taking out the trash bag that now held the afterbirth. He was such an amazing friend, and Fawn was embarrassed at how little she felt she deserved his kindness.

She hadn't said a word for almost an hour, silently mulling over what Newt had said.

"Hey, Newt?" she asked when he stopped by with a cup of iced water for her. "Do you really think I can do this on my own?"

Newt smiled down at her and the baby. "Honestly? No."

Fawn's heart sank.

"But!" Newt added quickly, "I can't do this 'baby' thing alone, either! I've always had you there for me. Now, I'm here for you, too."

Fawn returned his smile, lovingly stroking her daughter's soft dark hair. "Thanks, beanpole."

"Just, uh..." Newt rubbed the back of his neck. "Don't pull a stupid stunt like that again, okay?"

"I don't intend to do anything like that again. Don't you worry 'bout that," Fawn chuckled. "Cece here is more than enough for me."

"I feel you there," Newt laughed. "Sophie's my one-and-done, too."

Little did either of them know. On that failed harvest day, some little seeds had been sown on that small Southern farm -- seeds that would grow into something beautiful over the years. Seeds that would eventually become a family tree.