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Folder Update

If you haven't already check out my folder it's been updated with some fun sexy stuff.

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Her sounds. 🔥🥵

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You've got this Beth, one more big push and he'll be here alright? one big push.

Baby boy is out! I got my last push on camera!

He was born 9lb 7oz 😩

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Oh fvvvvvck he f!ngers her soooo much and doesn’t even let her push on her own before starting the vacuum process 🙈

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Suuuuuch a long crown https://youtu.be/chZDLjjOaOI?si=aWOZruziTQ7mDDxR

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birth

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a fruitful union (1)

content: fpreg, half-elf/half-orc offspring, hard labor, hard birth, praise

wc: 4145

When Eirian Estainfae had been told of her fate as the bride to feared Orc chieftain, Rhesh Kharr, she sat in shock for several days. At no point in her life had she considered her future husband would be anyone other than an Elf - let alone an Orc. 

She had never imagined it would be Rhesh Kharr, even in her wildest dreams. 

The night before her wedding to the Orc chieftain, Eirian’s mother came to her chambers, sending the servants away as soon as she entered. Myfiria was nearing her third millennium but still radiated grace and beauty. It was something Eirian always admired about her mother, something she always prayed she acquired from her.

With how she had been feeling lately, she doubted her own grace very much.

“My darling,” Myfiria cooed at her daughter, smoothing her hair away from her face. Eirian couldn’t help but feel tears burn her eyes once she looked up at her mother. “Oh, cry if you must, my dear. But cry here, in my arms, and not again from this night onward.” Her hand tucked a stray hair behind her daughter’s pointed ear, then slowly drew her fingers up under Eirian’s chin - keeping her eyes upwards, “do you hear me? Do not cry in front of them.”

Eirian sobbed, remaining in Myfiria’s arms until the sun rose. By then neither of them had any more tears to shed, simply comfort in silence. 

After her mother left, Eirian sat in her bed to wait for her maids to come in to dress her, bare of all clothing, and her long black hair hanging down her back, loose and slightly tangled. She began to lose track of time after that, her chest aching and her mind moving too slow for her body. One moment she was in her childhood bed chambers, and the next she stood in an opulent war tent, listening as her…husband explained…something she hadn’t caught the start of.

“...-thers, they will not bother you either, so you are free to go about the camp as you wish.” Rhesh finished saying, using the common language. His back was turned towards her, and Eirian finally noticed that he had removed his tunic, the broad expanse of his back exposed her eyes. 

After a beat, she cleared her throat slightly and stepped towards him, replying in the common tongue as a courtesy in return. “I appreciate that-” Eirian stumbled over her next word, at a loss of what to call him, before the silence grew a second too long, “husband.”

A muscle in his shoulder twitched and she rose her eyes from it before the motion captivated her again, as he turned to stare at her. Rhesh lingered in silence after that, his hard stare pinning her in place, but she didn’t look away. After a moment, Eirian noticed his brow quirk slightly, then his face returned to a blank mask. 

“...You look troubled, wife.” Rhesh replied, his eyes roving over her form, not even attempting to hide his lingering gaze. He then turned towards her fully and Eirian felt her cheeks burn. 

His cock pressed against the seam of his trousers and took no effort to hide it. Unabashed, he took two steps closer to her, and lifted up a hand to her cheek. His thumb brushed over her skin and Eirian stilled completely - except for her heart beating rapidly against her breast. His hardened, dark grey eyes searched over her face, looking for…something she couldn’t figure out. 

“I won’t hurt you,” he finally said, dropping his hand and walking away from her, barely brushing against her as he did so. Rhesh left the tent without another word. 

For the following week, he did as he promised. He didn’t hurt her. He spoke to her every day, common things. About how the food was, how comfortable her cot was, if anyone was bothering her. It was charming, and the start of a very tentative romance. 

He gave her time, and she felt like she could never repay him for it. His kindness showed through, but only for her. Every interaction she saw Rhesh have with the others in his warband, he was rough and near-cruel and it never stopped making her stomach turn. But then he would sit across from her for dinner and ask her about what she studied. 

As the days passed, Eirian began to speak more and more, opening up to her husband. Both emotionally and physically. 

Rhesh expressed his worries about their need to please both of their people and the reality of now being split between two nations. She listened, inputting her opinion, the stress of the last few elven councils she had attended. 

When Eirian began to speak about her sadness, Rhesh placed a large hand on her thigh, squeezing gently but not pushing beyond that. That was the moment Eirian realized that she began to fall for the massive Orc. 

From there, their touches were casual occurrences. She would reach for his arm while walking near him through camp. He would slip a hand around her waist while guiding her through the entrance of their tent. It was innocent, it was gentle. 

Surprising both of them, Eirian made the first move. She was in the bath, a tub set up in the middle of their tent while he was out on a patrol. Except Rhesh returned sooner than she expected, leading to him walking in on her, naked, wet, and flushed pink in the hot water. Her eyes caught his, and she swallowed her nerves, beckoning him to join her in the bath. 

Rhesh raised a brow, silently asking if she was sure - to which, Eirian gave him a slight smile and nodded. 

His armor was removed, something dropped from his body with every step towards the bathtub, but his eyes never left her form. When he stood at the side of the tub, he was fully nude and Eirian couldn’t pull her eyes away from his massive erection. There was no hiding it, and it made her belly twist in excitement at his unabashed nature regarding his attraction to her. Knowing he was turned on by her, and her alone, it made her crave him just the same. 

The bath was tight with the two of them in it, but when Rhesh pulled Eirian onto his lap, straddling his hips, did they fit in it more comfortably. Eirian was a blushing mess, but she couldn’t help herself, and grinded her hips down against his throbbing member. His growl was encouraging and, if that wasn’t enough, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down, his lips finding hers passionately. 

Eirian wasn’t a virgin when she met Rhesh but the amount of time it took to adjust to him was far longer than either of them expected. By the time she was comfortable, Rhesh swiftly set a quick pace, bouncing her up and down on his thick cock as she dug her nails into his muscled shoulders. Neither of them were quiet, his grunts and her whines were heard through the camp, but no one would comment on it later. 

When Rhesh pounded upwards, pulling her downwards at the same time, he rocked his hips against hers - then Eirian felt the warmth of his cum spill into her belly. She couldn’t help but whine, having sensed her own orgasm quickly approaching but when he stilled to cum in her, Eirian wiggled her hips needily. 

He grumbled into a chuckle, releasing her hip and reaching down to her clit, flicking over her sex swollen nub only a few times before she finally orgasmed. Her cunt clenched around his softening member and he groaned in approval, rocking his hips up to urge her orgasm to linger. 

From then on, their relationship shifted. 

They were friends, and now lovers - the two of them falling into a working marriage as a bridge between their people. 

However, the biggest bridge came when Eirian’s belly began to swell outward. Rhesh commented on it first, holding his hands over her lower abdomen and rubbing the slight pouch developing over her middle. As he did so, Eirian had the sudden realization, she had not bled in a while. No one ever confirmed the pregnancy, in fact, the two of them decided to keep their first child between them for as long as possible. A small act of rebellion against those that arranged their marriage without them. 

The problem came when Eirian was reminded she was quickly swelling with a half-orc child, and hiding her growing belly was harder as months dragged on. Someone finally caught a glance of Eirian and Rhesh together by a river, the two of them lost in each other, and not realizing a servant now had spread the word of her pregnancy throughout camp. From his war camp, it was quickly spread back to their home countries, and from there - a mess of missives and letters making demands of their unborn child. 

Pregnant and worried for her baby, Eirian cried one evening, the first time since the night before her wedding. Her hands were splayed over the expanse of her large middle, their child nearing full term now, at least with a normal Orc pregnancy. Elven pregnancies lasted longer, but considering the weight around Eirian’s hips, she realized this would not be like a normal Elven pregnancy. 

Silently, Rhesh came to her side and brushed the tears from her eyes, gently lifting her into his lap. He cradled her and held a hand over her belly, his thumb rubbing over her popped out belly button over her dress. There were no words spoken between the two, just her quiet tears and his silent support. 

The conversation about their first born needed to be addressed but for the night, the couple simply found solace in each other. From then on, it quickly became the two of them versus their own people to try and protect their future children. 

Eirian’s belly continued to grow, albeit slower than a normal Orc pregnancy, but just as big. Rhesh became concerned as the days drew on, his eyes and hands never straying from her swollen form in one way or another. His worry became palpable, the entire camp felt the pressure under his harsh orders. Everything had to be right, and Eirian had to be protected. 

Neither of them said it outloud, but they both knew that the Orc elders and the Elven council would be above subterfuge to identify the babe. Eirian knew that her uncle would pull no punches with this alliance, including swiping her first born if it meant he could manipulate the child of their union. 

Rhesh kept his camp in one spot for several weeks, not wanting to be on the road when Eirian began to labor. He wanted his camp set up so their tent was deep in the middle, making sure his men and personal guard were between them and those that posed a threat to his wife and unborn child. It made his men nervous but he was quickly becoming steadfast in his care, ignoring their comments of disapproval. 

After a long day, Rhesh finally came back to their tent. He had been out on a patrol, and after being waylaid by a group of river bandits, finally able to come back to Eirian’s side. She sat draped over their plush chair, specifically bought for her by her husband quickly after her pregnancy showed itself. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, her head tossed back over the chair, her dark hair messily thrown over one of the arms. Eirian rubbed her distended abdomen with both hands, a focused look upon her features. 

Her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a lingering look, one that told him everything he needed to know. 

“Our babe is ready?” Rhesh asked her, coming to her side immediately. He knelt beside the chair and took her small hand into his larger one. “Are you well, Eiri?”

Eirian released a long breath, continuously rubbing her stomach with her left hand. Rhesh squeezed her right, bringing it to his lips to gently press a kiss in her palm. She gave him a reassuring smile, “labor is taking a toll on me, I fear.” Her body tensed and she squeezed his hand tightly, attempting to control her breathing as she continued to speak through the pain, “it’s been…all day, I hadn’t expected…you…to be gone so long.”

The Orc held her hand, shaking his head, “I hadn’t either, forgive me. Do I-” he paused for a moment, letting her ride out the pain before continuing, “shall I get someone?” 

“No, no, please no.” Eirian shook her head, teary eyes boring up at him. “Do not leave me again. I just want us.”

Rhesh nodded, brushing away hair that stuck to her sweaty forehead. She pressed her head into his hand, giving him a tired smile. 

“The little one sits low, I think it’s almost time.” Eirian said, grunting and shifting in her seat. Her thighs were sitting wide apart, her massive belly jutted upward, the pressure on her hips intense and unable to be ignored. She groaned and tossed her head back, belly tensing as a contraction took over her again. 

“Fuck!!” She cried, the pain lingering for longer than before. Wiggling her hips slightly, she gestured for him to help lift her dress up. Rhesh complied quickly, shoving the fabric up her legs and pushed it over her hips and massive belly. Her taut skin was splattered with stretch marks, the soft pink flesh between her legs was darker, and swollen. Eirian spread her legs apart farther, gasping in slight relief as she was able to shift into an open position, the head of their babe sitting deep in her body. Rhesh grabbed on her legs and placed her foot on his shoulder, allowing her to push against it as she needed. 

Eirian gave him a grateful look, not pausing her focus as she felt another pain take over her lithe frame. On his shoulder, her foot trembled, her strength pressing against his and it was no match, even as she labored. 

“Breathe, Eiri,” Rhesh murmured, reaching up and caressing her thigh, “listen to your body.”

She made a noise of acknowledgement, a soft huff as she tugged the dress she wore up and over the rest of her body. Fully nude now, Eirian tossed her head forward and looked at her husband, whispering her discomfort, “...there’s so much…pressure…”

Rhesh nodded, sensing the strain on her body as she heaved heavy breaths, thighs now fully spread open to reveal her slit to him. Her foot on his shoulder dug into him, Eirian grunting as the pressure shifted even lower into her core, the weight of it causing her to rock her hips forward slightly and groan out, “fuck..fucking…pressure!” 

“Keep breathing,” he reminded her. In response, she gasped out a deep breath, eyes screwed shut in pain. “Good, good, again.”

Eirian continued to follow his instruction, even as a few minutes passed and several pains came and went. Her body began to arch with each pain, the tightness of her muscles around her middle making the movement nearly impossible to avoid. The foot not on Rhesh’s shoulder now draped over the arm of the chair, fully apart enough for her body to finally give her the urge to push with her next pain. The pressure between her thighs was too much to ignore and Eirian finally gave a grunt and pushed, her body wound tight and tense as her body began to strain. 

“Good push, Eiri,” Rhesh cooed up at her, reaching up to rub her other thigh, his fingers trailing over to her swollen womanhood, feeling every tremble in her muscles along the trail. “Good girl, good push.”

In the chair, Eirian groaned and pushed with her body, the pains now never letting up and the child sitting so deep in her core that she felt if she moved forward it would push the child back into her womb. “Nughhhh…” She moaned, pushing down hard. “Ah!”

For several long minutes, Eirian continued to push, making little progress, but still progressing. Rhesh watched her pussy turn a darker red and began to bulge outward. But as the next half an hour passed, that was the most progress she was able to make. His fingers rubbed the bulging folds softly, urging her to push as the next pain came and went and again very little progress was made. 

“It’s…it’s too big…fuck…” Eirian breathed, releasing her push with a whine. 

She brought up a very valid concern Rhesh had remained silent about for most of her pregnancy. The genuine fear of her body not able to deliver his child, their different sizes painfully clear to notice. If she wasn’t able to do this, if his child was too big and this hurt her…killed her?

Before he could consider his word to express his worry, Eirian began to push again, her body naturally trying to urge the massive child from her womanhood. 

She groaned and it quickly turned into a shout, crying out as she strained and pushed. Her pussy bulged out even more, and Rhesh cupped her lips, the head poking out just a sliver before sliding back in when she relaxed her body.

“Yes!” Rhesh encouraged, “I saw it, I saw our child, Eiri.”

After her mind was able to register his words, Eirian was able to release a breathy laugh, and immediately moaned as another pain began to build. In his hand, her folds pushed against his palm, the skin parting as the head was brought to just visible. This time remaining closer to her opening, the sliver of the head just in sight now and staying there.

The babe came down into a wide, wide crown, very slowly. Eirian whimpered and cried out with every push and urging down her body strained to do, fluid dripping out of her swollen folds with each time. The foot on his shoulder, lifted off, her hand coming up to grip the back of her thigh and lift it up and apart from the other. As her cries and grunts elevated in volume, Rhesh rubbed her skin as gently as he could to ease the pain but it didn’t matter, her pussy was burning. 

Eirian’s pushes lasted longer, and as the next pain began, she began to push down just barely and the head finally lurched free from her tight womanhood in a messy gush of her fluid. In surprise she cried out and reached a hand down over Rhesh’s, the both of them holding their baby’s head. Tears fell over her cheeks as she felt around the head and felt for the cord, remembering that small part of childbirth in the back of her head from her mother. No cord was present and she felt her body relax slightly, some of the worry and paranoia leaving her as she went through the action. 

The rest should be easier. At least, Eirian prayed the rest of it would be easier. 

With how far the babe had spread her entrance open, she knew the shoulders would be an issue if she couldn’t get them out with the help of her body. Waiting for the next pain, she felt the little one in her jolt, the sensation making her hips buck as she jutted them into both Rhesh and her hand. The babe nestled at her entrance even more at the action.

Between her legs, Rhesh smiled up at her with awe, the sight of his small, perfect, Elven wife in the middle of birth was just something he would cherish forever. She grunted and groaned and sweated and cried, but to him, right now - she was perfect. 

Eirian looked at him with watery eyes and gave him the smallest smile she could, the pain making it the only thing she could focus on in the moment, but she still cherished him and his care. 

Their baby, however, seemed more than a little eager, now that the head had been introduced to the world. 

“Ah - oh, fuck!” Eirian cried, grunting and pushing down as she felt the baby shift in her body again, the shoulders rubbing against her entrance. Her noises got louder as she strained and bore down with all of her might. Her husband offered soft cheers of encouragement but she was far too lost in her own world. 

As the more pushes she did, Eirian’s strength began to fade quickly. Her last push was almost half-hearted, the grunts turning into whines again, the pain and the pressure making everything that wasn’t the baby - hard to focus on. 

Rhesh tried to ground her, and her body continued its natural urges to push, but Eirian sobbed and shook her head. “I c- I can’t…” She whimpered, eyes wide and directed at her husband, the look of fear crossing her features made him wish he could take this from her. “Rhesh,” she begged, “please…don’t make me…”

“You must.” Rhesh returned firmly, the hand next to hers near the babe’s head brushed their fingers together,  just slightly in comfort. “You know you must, Eirian. The babe is almost here, feel…” 

He guided her hand to fully cup the head of their child, it barely fit in the palm of her hand, the head huge and impossibly wide. Her breath caught in her throat, realizing that they were so close to meeting their child and that she had already pushed out something so massive. Their eyes met and she continued to cry, but nodded barely, once. 

Grinning, he nodded back at her, pride bursting from his chest as she readied herself to push again. Eirian’s hand still rested on the baby’s head, supporting it as she leaned her body forward towards the edge of the chair to push with as much of her might she could still muster. 

The first one was painful, Eirian screaming as she pushed. The only payoff being a slight gush of amniotic fluid dribbling around the head, spilling out of her straining womanhood, and around their fingers. As she took a breath and began to push again, her entire body shifted. Several things happened at once. Her body lurched as far forward in the chair it could, her knees coming up as close to her shoulders as she could bring them, and then one of the baby’s shoulders slipped free. 

Rhesh cheered, urging her to push one last time, their child almost free of her body. 

Eirian didn’t hear him, her entire focus now on her final push. Her cries went silent, her mouth just open and eyes screwed shut. Her pussy was pink, pulled tight around the huge half-orc baby that hung out of her. The weight of it put more pressure around her entrance as it pulled downward into Rhesh’s other hand. With her own hand, she felt the shoulder that popped out, and reached down to wrap her fingers under it’s armpit. As she began to lose steam at the end of her push, Eirian kept going, her hand now helping her as she pulled and pushed the huge child out of her.

A splatter of fluid gushed out of her as the babe came out, and Rhesh helped keep the child in their arms in the mess, guiding the child to rest on Eirian’s chest. 

Instinctively, she rubbed the child’s back - a girl, Rhesh said - and cooed, tears spilling over her cheeks as she stared at the little one in her arms. 

The cry that errupted from their daughter’s lungs was shrill and it made both of them laugh in relief and pride. Rhesh came up closer to the two of them now, rubbing the head of their little girl. 

“She’s loud and looks healthy,” Rhesh mumbled without attempting to hide his proud tone, “mama did a wonderful job.”

Eirian still cried, but sniffed, unable to take her eyes off the babe, her fingers trailing over her daughter’s features. Every part of the girl was perfect to her already, the pale green skin, the wide doe-eyes, and the obvious Elven ears. A beautiful combination of both parents. She would be beautiful and strong. 

A sudden stake of fear pierced her heart, coming back to the reality that their first born was a girl. Both of their people needed a male heir to secure the alliance for the foreseeable future, meaning she would have to go through this again. At least twice. 

Eirian swallowed, glancing back down at her perfect daughter, Rhesh’s hands caressing both her and the child lovingly. The worry of the future still nagged at her but she smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek - fully intent on cherishing this moment as long as she could.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Babe, I think it's full."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mm. I think so too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The real fun had just begun.

[underscorezoo]

New pinned for google drives

Since the original pinned post for my google drives disappeared, here is the new one.

birthvids part 1: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0BwPfxpJEguTVcjJjWlZaMGFXNFk?resourcekey=0-V55Z1AElW3rqa57VhGycmQ&usp=drive_link birthvids part 2: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B6BSkF4KXZVKQUhRWTIxX1BTWGM?resourcekey=0-9oUCk-VLHvzzzVyBvhFR1w&usp=drive_link

from youtube or other video sites: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1C7Y3WNQdgkQcB8zhmaFE9fokhcMeu6Wl?usp=drive_link

other drives: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/15Z18Fps1DdRc2-BZcDtKBAHYfnSECtVt?usp=drive_link

3D anime birth pics made by me: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1PdkrrFGpc5epC-pWluuK1USo4F5K8teV?usp=drive_link

[underscorezoo]

"Stretch for me, sweetheart. There it is."

"God, I put a big one in you. I'm so sorry, honey."

"It's too late for a hospital, mama. Push. You can do it."

"I've got the head. Work those shoulders out. Just like that."

"You look so beautiful pushing my baby out like this. You gonna do it again for me next year?"

"Let's stand you up. Gravity can help with those shoulders."

"Come on, honey. Just one more push. Drop that baby for me."

All in between kissing/biting along your neck and shoulders. Leaving little marks and bruises as you struggle around my oversized baby.

I love iiiiiiit

[underscorezoo]

https://drive.google.com/drive/mobile/folders/0B-CNgx8Envv4NWczTmFLNkhSTEU/1HDrj1YjiWsy-XP-HqrycC0o_JPO_ru9G?sort=13&direction=a

She struggles so much; she ends up needing two people to help stretch her during crowning. Big belly and good view of the birth. Wow

[underscorezoo]

help me, i feel so icky, down there. feels so weird, ngh! my tummy hurts, can’t stop wiggling my hips, somethings happening to me and i don’t know what. oh- hgnn.. i think i need to- i gotta- fffnngmh!! haah-! i’m- i’m pushing?

shhhhh, shh, shh, it's okay, it's alright baby...

you don't remember what I told you when I fucked you 9 months ago? I told you that you were gonna make a baby for me

now it's time for you to have my baby, just breathe sweetie, it's alright... you look so pretty like this, you know? wriggling and panting and moaning on the bed

no, no, no, keep your legs open... I'll hold them down if I have to, I'll even tie them open if you can't keep them open yourself

just let me look at your pretty little cunt all stretched out for my baby, crownings gonna take you a while sweetie... that looks like a big baby..

[underscorezoo]

“Easy,” I murmur, “easy.” I show her what a deep breath looks like, trying to steady her growing panic. Her body shakes, her blue eyes wide, sweat glistens across her forehead. I rub my thumb against her knuckles, her hand gripping mine like life depends on it.

“It hurts,” she whimpers, eyes closing with a hard wince. My other hand closes around her jaw and I softly blow hair into her face to cool her down.

“I've got you, darling.”

She shakes her head in refusal, a cry bubbling up her throat, “oh. Oh.”

“Tension isn't helping our baby, please relax.” She gives me a look that makes me want to bury myself alive to recover from it. A hopeless scared gaze that makes me want to claw out my eyes on top of being five feet underground.

“Help me,” she whines, “get him out of me.”

I flash a look at the royal healers around me, their eyes mildly impatient. I give them a cold stern look that has them shifting into action to avoid my ire.

“I'm still convinced it's a little girl,” I smile, brushing her hair that's matted onto her forehead.

“There's nothing little about her then,” she groans and shifts away from me, her body locking up, “no, not again,” she cries and her fingernails dig into me. I have several of these wounds now but I can't even register it with the way I've been watching her so intently.

“Breathe,” I remind her quickly, “breath in and out. Relax your jaw.”

Her teeth are bared to the world, the entirety of her rigid, airless.

“Breathe,” I bark, my worry crawling up my mouth.

She does but the sound that leaves with it is enough to drive me over an edge. My hand leaves her face and falls onto the swell of her stomach, bare to the room, our child begging to escape it. A blanket covers her lower half and I'm tempted to tear it away to see if there is progress. A healer beats me to it, bending my wife’s knee up and opening her legs like a butterfly, blanket falling away.

“That's the sound we were waiting for, your majesty,” the midwife coos gently. “You’re ready to start pushing. It’ll all be over soon.”

Terror strikes me like a hard fist to the jaw and I sit there in stunned silence. My wife on the other hand starts a tantrum, limps a chaos as she tries to leave the bed. None of us expect this but with her so bloated, she barely makes it before I'm holding her still, pinning to the mattress. Her eyes are crazed and dazed with pain and anger.

“I am not pushing,” she hisses at me as if I was the one who suggested it.

“Are you saying that because you're afraid of the pain or because you don't think you can do it?” I challenge, raising an eyebrow. I dare to let my hand travel down between her legs, my fingers breaching the now expanded opening. I almost groan, “darling,” my head slumps towards her with near relief, “you are so close.” I feel the spot of thin hair, the curvature of a baby’s head. Our child.

“Get your fingers out of me,” she groans, whimpering.

“First I've heard that one,” I smirk. She flashes me a warning look that I eat up.

She again seems to be primed with a retort when both hands furiously find the bottom sheet. Giving my hand, wrist, and arm a break from her piercing touch. A terrified little yelp breaks from her mouth and one leg loses grip on the bedding and kicks out.

“Oh please,” she heartbreakingly pleads. So unlike my vicious wife. “Make it stop.”

I instinctively brush my knuckles to her cheek, my other hand resting low on her stomach. “You need to push, darling,” I press on her skin, “and hard. You're going to be just fine if you do that.”

She says something incoherent, a blubbering mess of raw emotion, exhaustion, and pain. Still she does what we all hoped, pushed. Her face tight with determination, chin to her chest, the sound of an animal in full heat coming out of her. She's never looked so beautiful.

“That's it,” I encourage softly and twist, getting a cold cloth for her forehead and neck. She relaxes instantly, tears streaming down her face.

“I can't do this,” she says, voice breaking.

“Of course you can,” I say softly.

She shakes her head in defiance of my words. Head tipping back against the pile of pillows behind her. My wife shrieks, her body shaking violently. “No, please, no,” she begs.

“It comes, your majesty, push,” the healer beckons.

My focus waivers between how vulnerable and how strong my wife is in this moment that I too am breathless for a spell before I am smiling, staring down at the peek of dark hair.

“I see her, darling, push oh please push.” Our ‘please’ is so contrasting that I laugh. She follows my suggestion and cries out again, this time her hand finding my forearm and holding tight. She looks at me, a face full of unabashed fear and loathing, “you did this to me.”

I still can't wipe the joy from my face so my, “I know,” comes out manic.

She whimpers, tears cascading down her face and mingling with sweat. She swears colorfully. That head of dark hair moves forward and now holds her folds open and taut. She's screaming loud enough to break the windows and I'm there, holding her head against mine, getting closer and closer. “Shh, it's almost over, you're doing so well.”

“Small pushes now, blow out, stretch wide,” the healer mimics the breathing she wants to achieve but my wife just lets out the most pathetic of whimpers.

“Hurts,” she mumbles.

“You're amazing. I'm so impressed,” my lips brush into her sweaty hair.

“Don't say that like you're surprised,” she huffs at me.

I chuckle, leaning back to take in her burning blue eyes. “I'm not surprised.”

“Just a few more pushes,” the healer coaxs.

I watch the head pop out with a bit of liquid and a shrill cry from my partner, who now pants wildly, eyes lidded with weariness. “Pull it out,” she demands, narrowing her gaze to menacing.

“You'll push in a minute here,” the healer amends for her.

“Just take it out,” she begs and then groans deeply, eyes closing quickly, “ohhh nooo” I watch in fascination as the baby starts to rotate slowly.

“Hold on, dearie,” the healer tugs the cord up and over our child’s head eliminating a threat against its life already. “Open these legs wider for me, there you go. Push, push, push.”

Thankfully my wife follows her orders. Her face bright red, and voice raising as more and more of the child emerges. Unceremoniously the screaming is replaced by the baby who now flails around in her mother's arms. Her. Our daughter. My wife and I lock eyes, her face split with adorable shock as if she hadn't just gone through all the work to make this happen. I slump towards them both, my adrenaline wearing off and I'm realizing my own hand has left crescent moons into my flesh from concern. I relax my body and take a deep breath.

“Thank gods,” I murmured to no one in particular. I look up timidly to my wife who wipes our baby with a towel and scrunches her entire chin towards her neck to get a better look at the purple screeching face. Our daughter finally has a lapse in annoyance and her eyes open, stormy gray eyes forming a perfect mirror to gaze into. My wife drops back, a lifeless laugh forcing out of her, “all that only for her to look like you.” She sounds both bitter and proud.

I grin, “she will no doubt be a stunner like me then.”

She huffs loudly but matches my smile, content with such a notion.

“The next one will look like you.”

Her jaw drops open. “The next one?!”

[underscorezoo]

Description: A teen boy discovers his birth fetish when he is forced to help his mom deliver his very large brother with no assistance during a snowstorm. 

Author's note: this is a birth fetish fiction that contains labor, delivery, blood and other bodily fluids, dramatic but non-fatal birth injuries, as well as mother/son dynamics and non-con. This is pretty fucked up but it's fiction and you have been warned so read at your own risk.

Dr. Johnson's First Delivery: His 24lb Brother

When people ask me why I became an obstetric specialist I tell them, bluntly, that at 13 I was forced to inflict heinous birth injuries on my own mother to deliver my brother and save both of their lives. I wanted to go to school so other women don't have to suffer like she did that terrible winter day. 

What I never say out loud is not a day has gone by since then I haven't nutted remembering the look of absolute agony on her red, tear stained face when his massive shoulders obliterated her nethers and left her gushing from the bloody, gruesome site that had previously been her pussy. Her screams as her tenderest tissues were ripped to shred still echo in my fantasies to this day. In a way you could say my birth fetish and my professional path were, pun intended, born on the same day as my little brother.

Mom started her pregnancy wanting a home birth, all the rage amongst her feminist witchy friends, but my brother's size and her advanced age had the village doctors so worried they demanded my dad transport her off the island and into a mainland hospital bed for a c-section at the start of her 9th month. She's been warned that between her narrow pelvis and the macrocephaly she would never survive a vaginal birth so they made plans to drop me at Aunt Jane's the afternoon of December 7th and be at the hospital for mom's induction at 8am the next day. 

Mom was 29 when she had me and, for 13 years, she and my dad thought they'd used their one miracle on my birth. Then mom passed out while teaching an astrology class and, one scary round of tests later, my parents were sitting me down to tell me I was going to be a big brother.

Mom, Adelaide to anyone else, was already the proud owner of of very large set of jugs even before she got pregnant. They wobbled under everything she wore and rippled out of the tight tank tops she liked to wear with the flowy handkerchief skirts she wore to the crystal shop she owned in the village. Before my brother wrecked her body she was middle size with a slightly protruding belly underneath her impressive rack that she tried to work off in the little gym dad built her on to the back of the house.

Pregnancy suited mom, at least visually. Her brunette waist length curls shone, her lightly freckled skin glowed, and her already sizable breasts doubled what seemed like overnight. Her bump wasted no time growing taught and bulbous and, by her sixthth month of pregnancy in August, she had a belly that already protruded two feet straight out and was beginning to challenge her balance.

But geriatric pregnancy, to put it bluntly, hurt. Adelaide grew quickly for a woman with a relatively modest build and, due to the sheer strain of the load, her hips and pelvis ached almost constantly and progressively worse starting in her third month and, by the last few weeks of her pregnancy, she was most comfortable reclined, hips elevated and spread to take some of the pressure off her aching pelvis. 

That's how I found mom when I went into her room to check on the progress of her packing and to tell her snow had started falling a little bit ago. She was wearing a gray sports bra that did little to contain her massive tits and a pair of blue flowly harem pants. Her bulbous belly, her deeply defined linea negra snaking down the front, was bare and, to my eyes, a lot redder and a little more swollen than I had ever seen it. Her back was arched, a look of pained concentration on her face, as she rubbed a spot on the bottom left of her belly. 

I got a little bit closer and realized she was moaning a little under her breath. I didn't realize at the time she was riding through a contraction or I might have encouraged her to call dad to come sooner. I just figured she was dealing with the hip pain that sometimes got so bad she cried that I decided she probably didn't care about the snow and went back to my room to finish packing my comics and unearthing from under the bed the Playboy I stole from by buddy Phil's alcoholic dad.

I don't know how long I spent packing but the next time I looked out my windows it was entirely white, the flakes so big and numerous I suddenly couldn't even see the 10 feet to the front gate. I rushed to the front door to fling it open and was surprised to find the snow already so high on the other side I couldn't get it open. A spark of fear shot through me and I immediate rushed back up the stairs.

I ran into mom's room and it was clear she'd fallen into a restless sleep. She was curled over her bump, her sweaty face screwed up in what could only be described as discomfort. She was still moaning under her breath.

“Mom, mom, wake up, there's a lot of snow. Dad needs to get here before they close the bridge.”

She startled awake, eyes wide, as she looked toward the window. She seemed to forget her heavily pregnant state as she jumped up to rush to it but was immediately felled by a contraction that ripped through her center and brought her to her knees. I could only watch as she fell to the floor and let out a primal wail that trailed off into agonized sobs as she clutched the offending bump.

She stared out the windows, crying, her face draining of color. I didn't know until later that was the moment she started to think she was going to die, killing my brother and leaving me alone with her corpse until dad could dig me out of the snow.

"Call your dad, Billy,” she stuttered, “I bet the bridge is already closed but tell him I'm in a bad way. I'm having strong pains and I don't think I can wait much longer. They may have to send a helicopter for us.”

She tried to smile at that last bit but she was already rubbing her belly vigorously and grunting through the start of another pain. I gave her one last worried look before running to the kitchen and grabbing the phone off the hook.

I was so distracted for a moment by the blizzard swirling out the window I didn't realize the phone didn't have a dial tone for at least 30 seconds. When I realized I threw it back on the hook and picked it back up hoping I had been wrong but I wasn't. The phone was dead, the snow outside was worse than I had ever seen it, and we were all alone. My mom let out a strangled cry from upstairs as if to punctuate the dire nature of our situation.

When I got back upstairs my mom had shed all of her clothing and was standing nude in all her preggo glory in front of the picture window in her room. The soft light from the snow made the stretchmarks crisscrossing her bulging belly appear purple and her long, thick nipples had flopped down the sides of her belly near her navel. Her 70’s bush was loud and proud, a thick black tuft protruding from between her full thighs.

“The phone isn't working,” I said, my voice trembling. I wondered if she was going to be scared but mom seemed like she'd been expecting it. She winced and nodded before motioning me to her side. She hugged me to her belly so that my cheeks and ear were pressed against one of her long squishy titties.

“Billy, I wish you didn't have to be here for this. I'm in labor and your little brother is starting to want out. It doesn't feel like I'm going to make it for dad or any help to come.”

I nodded, not really sure what that meant. I was about to ask when she went on.

"The baby has to come through here,” she said, leading me over to the bed and laying back on it before splaying her legs. She parted her the thick black pubes and opened her puffy lips to indicate her opening. I gaped at the show, unsure of exactly what she was telling me. 

“You brother's head has to go through that hole.” I opened my mouth incredulously and she gave a pained smile. “Yeah, it's going to hurt. A lot, when his head goes through. The pains I'm having right now are opening me up down there so he has enough room to come out.”

"Ouch,” was all I could think of to say, my eyes still fixed on the puffy pussy lips she never bothered to close. I didn't realize at the time they looked so plump and juicy because she was in the throes of active labor.

“I'm gonna hurt pretty bad over the next few hours while my body prepares to do that. Your going to hear me screaming a lot because your brother is technically bigger than my opening can take.”

"Is he gonna get stuck in you?” I didn't know why at the time but I distinctly remember my dick twitching as I imagined her screaming with a huge baby coming out of that magical hole she'd shown me.

She winced at the question, likely imagining something similar, rubbed the side of her belly, and took a deep breath. Her face screwed up and suddenly she was grabbing my hand. She put it on her hard stomach just in time for me to feel her muscles contracting like a vice. She yelped and arched back. I looked down at her snatch just in time to see a trickle of clear fluid come out of the hole she had shown me. 

The pain seem to last about 45 seconds and then she slumped down on the bed again. She smiled weakly at me.

"For now, you should ignore me. Labor can last a really long time and it's normal to yell a lot during it. I'm only really gonna be able to focus on getting through it. Can you entertain yourself and try not to worry too much yet?”

I nodded. I had big plans to play with my cock, which for whatever reason had chosen this weird time to be harder than I had ever felt it get, especially the longer I looked at mommy laid out hugely pregnant on the bed. I hoped she didn't notice it tenting my basketball shorts as I left but she was already back to rubbing the sore spot on the bottom of her bump.

‐——

I didn't realize it until later but mom must have had a strong nesting drive as she labored because she spent the next few hours tidying up the house, slowly moving from room to room and doing small tasks. Every ten minutes or so she'd stop, lean over, and moan through a contraction. She cast dismayed glances out of every window she passed, noting the snow was now up over two feet.

She enlisted my help to put a huge, thick plastic covering over her bed. When I asked what it was for I didn't expect her to say “all the liquid that's going to gush out of me when I deliver” and I almost popped my load at the visual of mom laying with her legs spread in a pool of her own birth fluids.

As it got dark outside something seemed to shift in mom's labor. She went from needing to move to tackle her pain and anxiety to the only position that was comfortable for her being reclined on her back, her legs bent at the knees. Even between pains she whined about the searing shards slicing through her back and, ominously, shooting down her thighs every other pain.

"Oh God, the back labor is so bad,” she moaned, rubbing absently at her puffy pussy. “I feel like he's wedged against my spine and oh, fuck it huuuuuurts.”

I didn't know what any of that meant but she'd gone from ignoring me to seeming to crave my presence so I gently soothed her belly as the next contraction took hold.

I never imagined someone could scream so much but it was like mom couldn't stop after a certain point. When I looked alarmed she explained to me she was in something called transition and the pains were going to be constant until the baby was out. Mostly her vocalizations were long, nonsense moans in time with the pains but sometimes she'd scream to God for help. 

Once she screamed “oh God, don't let him break my pussy” and I almost nutted right there even through I was sitting near her head and she absolutely would have noticed.

I nursed a semi for most of it but once she started pushing I was hard as a rock. The way she'd throw her head back and screw up her face when she pushed – while spread naked with her wet and puffy pussy on display – was the hottest thing I'd ever seen and even though I was sorry mom was in pain I hoped it lasted so I could enjoy the best feeling my penis had ever experienced.

I felt bad about thinking that later after what came next for my poor mom. It took her two hours of hard pushing to get the baby to her entrance. She was exhausted by the time his head settled deep into her canal, stubbornly refusing to breech that magic little hole.

“He's stuck in my hips!! His body's stuck  in my hips, I feel like I'm being impaled!”

She was reduced to weak, pitiful sobs as she continued to push fruitlessly. Finally, embarrassed and crying, she asked if I would take a look at her vagina to see how big the head really was and if it was out at all.

I tried not to seem overeager when I agreed but, looking back, mom wasn't in any shape to notice much about me. The bowling ball in her hips had her on the edge of her ability to deal with the pain and she probably knew, instinctively on some level, that she and her baby were in grave danger.

Since she was already splayed all I had to do was climb on the bed between her legs. The first thing I noticed was I could see the outline of my brother's head low in my mom's pussy but her little hole still look closed, if bloody. The second thing I noticed was that my mom's asshole was three times its normal size due to the pressure of the baby. It was bloomed out to the size and shape of a rose and was a delightful pink shade. I trembled as I watched her clench her ass cheeks against the pain of an incoming contraction.

As she started screeching from the pain I took the opportunity to look more closely at my mom's genitals and saw the nub I'd just recently learned drives women wild standing at attention, clearly under strain from the size of my brother's head. The desire to lick it, to lick my mom's entire laboring pussy from her blown out asshole to that sweet little nub, the clitoris, surged through me and I licked my lips. 

She had stopped screaming and was looking down at me staring at her twat with an annoyed look on her face.

“Well, uh, I can see the shape of the head down here,” I reported back up to her.

She arched her head back, frustrated, and hit the bed with her hands. “I'm bulging but I can't crown!”

I didn’t even really know what that meant but it made my cock jump. I gave an involuntary shiver at the shock of arousal and tried not to groan out loud.

The next hour was a master class in sheer determination from my mother as she pushed with all she had to get the head out, and me as I tried not to move and accidentally create an embarrassing accident with any friction in my pants. I didn't really know how to help but I kept my spot down near her pussy, watching the progress and occasionally wiping away the poop liquid that squeezed out of my mom's ass when she pushed.

I will never forget the sound of her screaming “I'm crowning” as my brother's huge head finally emerged to the eyebrows. My eyes rolled back in my head for just a second when I saw her like that, a massive head protruding from her most private area, screaming about how bad it burned.

She lay there like that, the head stuck in exactly that position, for another half hour. She was pushing with all her might but getting weaker by the minute. She was visibly fading in and out of consciousness when she grabbed my arm.

“Billy, you are going to have to get this baby out of me or both me and your brother will die. I'm gonna try to help you but we need to do this before I pass out from the pain.”

I nodded, hoping I am keeping at least some of the terror from my face.

“You are going to need to get down there between my legs and hold each of them under my knees. You’re gonna push them as hard as you can, on my count, back toward my shoulders and try to pop the baby out.”

I wince and she sees the doubt written across my face.

“No matter how hard I scream or what I say keep holding me in that position until the head pops out. I'm not gonna make it much longer if we don't do this.”

I put my fears aside and take my position. I look into my mother's pain filled eyes and down at the grotesque sight between her legs and steel myself for what I am about to do to her. 

She smiles at me, calls me brave, and counts me down. “3, 2, you can do this, 1.”

I don't hesitate. I force her legs back with all of my might and am looking right into her eyes when I hear her pelvis audibly snap as the head blows through her tissues and gets lodged in her entrance at the shoulders.

“My pussy just broke! My clitoris, you ripped off my clitoris. My ass ripped, oh my God. My clitoris!”

I wasn't even hard when I pushed her legs back. The seriousness of the situation and her mentioning death was kind of a boner killer. But visibly seeing her nub get ripped by the head and hearing her scream about it was the hottest thing ever in all of my life and I go from soft to hard as a rock to a screaming, bucking orgasm in a matter of ten seconds.

I’m humping the air, I'm sure my face is screwed up, and I've got so much jizz in my boxers I am sure it's about to spill onto the fabric of my basketball shorts but mom is in utter agony, having a seizure of sorts of her own from the pain of having her pelvis broken and her pussy obliterated by her son's massive head.

She's barely able to speak but she gestures to the baby and I know what I have to do. 

“I am so sorry, mom,” I say before I grab my brother's body and tug it out of her badly injured pelvis in one sharp motion. I see her eyes cross as the pain hits her and hear another ominous crack followed by the most agonized sound I have ever heard from a human mouth just before I am splashed in the face by a massive gush of birth fluids as my brother pops out.

I am dazed for a second, 30 seconds post the best orgasm of my life, looking at the bloody gaping hole that used to be my mother's pussy. She is gushing, more fluid than I ever thought possible, and I'm improbably hard as a rock again as some of it hits my face. I stick my tongue out to get a taste of my mother's amniotic fluids and groan as I watch a huge clot squelch out of her gaped pussy.

I look up at her and she is unconcious, her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth open. I can see her still bulbous but slight deflated belly moving so I know she is breathing and I figure it's probably better for her to be asleep and not feeling how badly she's ripped down there.

I look down at my hands at my brother, who is huge, covered in something nasty, and screaming his lungs out. I've seen in the movies they usually put the baby on the mom's breast so I lifted one of mom's huge, milked filled titties and put his mouth near the long brown nipple. Shockingly, he latches and shuts up but mom never stirs. 

I dare leave them for a moment to run downstairs, grab extra blankets, and check the phone. It's still got no dial tone but the snow seems to have stopped so I say a quick prayer the phone starts working. I know my mom is badly hurt and I don't want her to die.

By the time I get back upstairs I've tamped down my erection with thoughts of my mom's death but, oddly, as soon as I see her splayed out in the puddle of fluids on the plastic, a baby hanging from her tit, and her belly deflated above the gore between her legs, I'm uncomfortably hard again.

I'm starting to notice how cold and wet it is in my boxers and I figure, since it's best she's asleep and we just have to wait for someone to come help us, it wouldn't hurt anything to do some exploring. I take off my shorts, my underwear, and grip my cock in my hand as I move over to mom to get a better look.

I'm curious if I really saw what I thought I did, which was mom's clitoris being ripped in half when I pulled my brother's head out. I open her pussy by pulling back her thick pubic hair and am greeted by what can only be described as a wound between her legs. She is visibly bruised and I can confirm her nub is hanging by a thread of skin. It looks like she might not even have two holes, anymore, either as the birth hole is split right into the poop hole.

I should be disgusted but I have to once again push down the desire to lick her clean of the blood and fluids. I chastise myself for being a horrible person when the thought of sinking my length into her injured slit runs through my head and makes my cock jump. I hiss at the arousal that pools low in my belly.

Instead I look up and realize my brother has drifted off to sleep and my mom's nipple has fallen out of his mouth. It gives me an idea so I stand, carefully pick him up, and tuck him into the bassinet mom had prepared earlier. 

I turn back toward my mom’s unconcious body and stroke her face, saying her name a few times, but she doesn't stir. Her breathing seems ok so I move on the squeezing the nipple my brother hadn't used but, again, she didn't even flinch.

I took that as my sign to give into temptation and shove that long nipple in my mouth, taking a long, satisfied, suck before letting myself lap at it as greedily as I wanted.

Whether I was milk drunk or just so fucking turned on I wasn't using my brain but I suddenly realized my mom was moaning. I looked up, nipple still in my mouth, expecting her horrified eyes to meet mine but they were still closed. I felt a movement down below and realized she seemed to be pawing at her belly in her sleep, like it was starting to hurt again.

I pulled back, looking at her struggle a moment more, and remembered she had told me in her final moments of consciousness that she would pass something called the afterbirth. She said her uterus would continue to contract until a big bag of what looked like blood came out of her. 

I looked at her belly and could actually see it moving. She moaned when it did so I figured those must be the contractions but she didn't show any other sign of really being awake. I said her name a few times, and slapped her cheeks. Nothing but the moans.

I knew what I was about to do was wrong but I also knew instinctively it would be a very long time before I got another chance for this perfect of a nut. I vowed I'd cum one more time and then go back to being a good son, clean her up and go check the phone again.

Mom had the hottest, deepest innie I have to this day ever seen on a preggo. At least 3 inches deep, purple, it looked more and more like an injury and less like a belly button every month and dad made fun of her about it. 

I had been riveted by the sight of it throughout her pregnancy but I didn't really know why. Standing here, hard and licking my lips as I watch her suffer through the afterbirth pains, I understand having a birth fetish is what's been missing from my understanding of my sexuality my whole life.

She's moaning louder now and I move, not wanting to miss my chance or lose my nerve. I straddle my mom's pregnant belly, my face away from her since I can't look at her while I do this, and let more of my weight than I probably should have rest on her straining belly. She let out a cry when I tried an experimental thrust into her belly button but still didn't show any other indications of consciousness. 

I moan along to her cries while I let go, slamming into her belly button hole as hard as I can, letting out a loud moan every time I hit the back of it. I can feel her uterus punching her internally as I jack myself into a frenzy on her hard, roiling belly. Her fat bloody pussy squelches with the thrusts until I finally see something large and maroon peek out of her entrance. I lose my mind for a minute, thrusting so hard her naked feet are bouncing 6 inches into the air every time I pound into her.

I didn't know it at the time but I could have killed her fucking out her placenta since she had a badly broken pelvis. All I knew then was how hot it was when the placenta breached her entrance and she screamed “my tears burn, oh God, my asshole my asshole MY CLITORIS!”

I blew my load, fucking so hard into her belly button hole as I spewed that I could hear the bed creaking. I was just coming down when I heard the unmistakable sound of a door opening up downstairs and my dad's panicked voice floating up the stairs. 

I have a sudden vision of him coming into the room while I have my dick in mom’s belly button hole, lazily circling the cum around in it, while she's unconcious with a placenta half way out of her. He would murder me.

I jump up, get dressed, and roughly rub my cum out of my mom's belly button with a towel. She moans at the jostling of her surely aching belly and I make a split second decision to leave the placenta hanging out of her since it's hot and seeing someone else take it out will probably be even hotter.

By the time my dad gets up the stairs I am sitting fully clothed, soft, and wide eyed by my mom's side, a scared boy who behaved like a hero for his mom and brother.

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Mom made it through. A helicopter came shortly after dad got there and rushed them both to the hospital in the big city on the mainland. The medic pulled her placenta out before putting her on the stretcher and she moaned about it burning her tears again. They thought I had to leave the room because I was too upset but it was really that my traitorous cock was stirring again.

I later learned she had a tear through her anal sphincter and her clitoris had to be reattached. She also had to be fitted with a pelvic fixator to begin the long, slow process of healing her broken pelvis. My brother weighed in at 24 lbs and everyone said I had saved her life, even though my actions led to her heinous injuries.

My family worried about me since I spent so much time in my room after the birth. They thought I was traumatized but I was frankly so fucking turned on for weeks after that I was embarrassingly hard a lot of the time. I even busted a boner when they took me to visit her in the hospital and she was in stirrups to facilitate the healing of her broken pelvis.

I came down one day while mom was laid flat on her inflatable donut on the couch talking to her friend Maurine. She still wouldn't be able to walk for weeks. I overheard them talking about the birth and paused to listen at the top of the stairs.

“One weird thing they couldn't figure out is why my belly button was so bruised and sore. It felt like someone jammed something hard in there over and over again! They never could decide what happened.”

I clung to the wall as the unexpected orgasm hit me as I flashed on how it felt to fuck myself to orgasm in my mom's still contracting belly. I massage myself through the throes before heading back upstairs to get another pair of boxers….my 15th just this week.