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Sex while (urethral) birthing?

A/N: It's an mpreg birth story, and it's messy. It got really messy and wild. Might be disturbing for some, I don't know what I was thinking.

As mentioned in the title, this is going to be a urethral/penis birth. Refrain from reading if you are not into it or it's too graphic for you. Characters, places, and stories are all imaginary.

word count: 4k+

Story:

Celon is heavily pregnant, ready to pop any day He has been having braxton hicks contraction for couple of days now. His husband, Mike, was working on his laptop. The baby was twisting a lot in Celon’s womb, so he can’t sleep peacefully.

It's 4 am in the morning, when Mike’s work is done. Celon was frequent to his bathroom trips and just lie down again in bed. Mike lies beside him. "The baby is moving a lot?”

Celon whimpers softly as the baby kicks again, his round belly tense and hard as a small foot presses against his ribcage. He rolls onto his side, facing Mike. "It's like it’s practicing karate in there.”

Mike wraps his arms around Celon’s swollen belly and pressing his face into Celon’s neck, "Mmm... that's because it's ready to come out." Mike’s hands start to roam over Celon’s belly, feeling the tightness and hardness. Mike kisses above his ear.

Celon clings to Mike, his nails digging gently into Mike’s arms as another strong kick makes him grunt. "It feels like it’s trying to break out," He whines softly, his voice muffled against Mike’s neck. His belly feels rock hard, like a bowling ball about to burst.

Mike slightly pulls back and watches Celon. He is heavily pregnant, his pregnant belly fully round, his breasts are full, he is completely naked under his nightie. "Baby..." Mike’s voice comes out rough "Are you trying to kill me? Wearing this... with nothing underneath?”

"Mhmm," Celon hums softly, knowing fully well how much his naked body and full breasts drives Mike crazy. He spreads his legs slightly on the bed, giving Mike an unobstructed view of his massive baby belly and his full, swollen breasts that leaked milk slowly. "Babe..”

"hmm?" Mike chuckles huskily, his large hands slipping underneath Celon’s thin nightie to caress his bare skin, " it's incredibly sexy, and it's making me want things.." Mike presses closer, letting Celon feel Mike’s arousal against his lower abdomen.

Celon moans softly, his body shivering as Mike’s hands caress his bare skin. He leans back against the pillows, arching his back slightly to push his belly and chest out more. "W-what kind of things?" He asks innocently, even though he knows exactly what Mike is thinking.

Mike groans softly, his hips pressing gently against Celon, "See what you do to me? I can't help it. You look so damn sexy like this." Mike leans down, kissing Celon’s neck, more insistently this time. One hand moves up to cup his breast through the dress. His thumb rubs over Celon’s hard nipples softly.

Celon gasps as Mike cups his breast, his hard nipples stiffening even more at his touch. "A-Ahhn... Babe, please..." He whimpers, his hands gripping Mike’s shoulders tightly. His belly tightens and hardens again as another contraction hits him, making him arch his back more.

Mike’s hands roam back to Celon’s belly, splaying out over his roundness possessively. Mike swallows hard, his mind wandering. One hand moves slowly down Celon’s belly, towards his pelvic area "Would you... be uncomfortable if I touched you there? Just to check?" His voice is a deep whisper against Celon’s ear.

Celon bites his lip, his breathing hitching as Mike’s hand moves lower. "N-no... it's fine." He spreads his legs a bit wider, giving Mike better access. "Just be gentle, okay?" His belly still hard from the contraction.

As soon as his legs spread, Mike’s fingers move to Celon’s dick. Mike swallows hard, his mind racing with hormones. He bites his lip, "Can I...?" Mike asks softly, his fingers moving to gently cup Celon’s dick possessively. "Just to see...?”

Celon nods quickly, his face flushed as he feels Mike’s gentle touch on his sensitive area. "Y-yes... just check if I'm leaking or something..." He whimpers softly, his hips shifting involuntarily as Mike touches him. His pregnant body is extremely sensitive right now.

Mike slides his finger gently between his dick folds. He maintains gentle pressure with his finger, feeling how Celon’s body throbs, both from desire and contractions. "Shit... your dick so fucking swollen..." Mike’s breathing becomes heavier as he imagines how Celon’s body is stretching and preparing for birth.

Celon gasps and moans softly as Mike touches his swollen dick, his body shuddering with pleasure and pain. Celon can feel his dick starting to leak a little, the pre-cum mixing with the contractions and making his area even more sensitive. "Ahhhn... b-babe...”

Mike loves how sensitive Celon is right now. "Can I be honest? Can I fuck you right now...?" Mike’s voice is low and husky as he imagines himself buried deep inside Celon, feeling his tight, sensitive anus contracting around his length. "Because you're so fucking wet and sensitive... I bet it would be so good.”

"Mmmph... yeah... it would be good..." Celon whimpers, his hole already clenching at the thought of Mike inside him. His voice is breathy.

Mike swallows hard, his mind filling with dirty thoughts. He spreads Celon’s thighs wider, pushing his nightie up to expose his baby bump. Mike gets hard quickly, his boxers tents up. He removes his hand from Celon’s dick and quickly pull out his boxers. His hard length springs free, already leaking pre-cum at the thought of being inside Celon. "Babe... I'm gonna be really gentle, okay?”

"Mhm... gentle is good... I'm really sensitive right now..." Celon bites his lip, his eyes widening at the sight of Mike’s hard dick. He nods eagerly, his legs spreading wider to accommodate Mike. His belly is so big and round now. "Come on, fuck me...”

Mike kneels between Celon’s widespread thighs, his dick throbbing as he lines himself up with Celon’s anus. Mark pushes forward, the thick head of his cock spreading Celon’s anus apart. Mike groans deeply.

"Ahhhn... it hurts..." Celon whimpers, his nails digging into the bedsheets as Mike slowly push inside him. He's so much bigger than usual, and Celon is so much tighter than usual due to his pregnancy. "You're too big...”

"Fuck... you're so tight, baby... and so wet..." Mike bottoms out inside him. His pelvis pressing against Celon’s sensitive anus. Mike stays still for a moment, letting Celon adjust to his size. Mike can feel Celon’s dick fluttering, the contractions growing stronger.

"God... your dick is hitting my womb..." Celon moans softly, his body shivering. His belly looks even rounder with Mike deep inside him. Celon’s dick is throbbing and leaking pre-cum non-stop now, the contractions making him horny and sensitive. "Baby... move slowly...”

Mike begins to slowly withdraw almost all the way before sliding back in. His pace is deliberate, matching the rhythm of Celon’s contractions. "Shit... this feels good." His cock throbs, leaking pre-cum inside Celon.

"Mmmph... yes..." Celon's hands move from the sheets to Mike’s chest, nails scraping lightly. His belly bobs slightly with each thrust, his whole body flushed and sensitive. The contractions have him clutching Mike tighter. "Right there... fuck...”

Mike completely lost in the moment, his primal instincts taking over as he fucks him. His hands grip Celon’s thighs tightly, spreading him wider as he pounds, hitting a spot that makes Celon moan loudly. Mike starts moving again, his thrusts a bit faster and harder now as he watches Celon’s belly expand and contract with each push and pull.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" Celon cries out, his voice high and desperate. His belly shakes with each thrust, his pregnant body jiggling in the most erotic way. He clutches Mike’s arms, his nails digging in as he pulls Mike deeper. "Right there! Right fucking there!”

Mike abruptly pulls out his dick and change Celon’s position. Celon’s face buried in the pillows, legs spread and ass up in the air. Celon’s overfilled belly hanging underneath him. Mike takes him from behind, grabbing Celon’s hips tightly as he pushes himself inside Celon.

Celon screams into the pillow, his body shuddering as Mike enters from behind. The new angle hits depths he didn't know existed, triggering intensely pleasurable spasms. His swollen belly hangs heavily, swaying with each powerful thrust. "Hnnngh fuck... so deep!”

He whimper, feeling impossibly full. The baby roll and squirm like crazy, his lower back is straining, he can barely hold himself up. He begs Mark to change positions, but Mark is busy pounding into him.

Celon’s voice is muffled by the pillow as he begs, "P-please... change positions... I can't hold myself up... ah! The baby's moving so much!" He whimpers as another powerful thrust makes his belly jiggle violently. "Too deep like this...”

Mike presses him down into the mattress, his belly crushed between him and the mattress. Celon try to lift himself up but he can't; Mike is pounding into him vigorously. His belly hurts so much it's blinding, tears run down his face, but he can't hold back the moans falling from his mouth.

Celon sobs uncontrollably, his body wracked with pleasure and pain. The intense pressure on his belly and the relentless pounding have him seeing stars. He bites the pillow to muffle his screams, his anus hole clenching tightly around Mike’s dick with each thrust. "Hnnngh...”

His heavy pregnant belly is getting crushed between him and the mattress. Celon’s face contorts in anguish as his swollen belly suffers cruel compression. Tears stream down his cheeks, but his body betrays him, shuddering with intense pleasure. He tries desperately to brace himself, hands scrabbling at the sheets, yet he remains pinned. "Ahhhn fuck...”

They don't know how long they continued, but when they stopped, it was already 8 am. They are both, panting, lying on the bed.

Calon lies sprawled on the bed, his body covered in sweat and love bites. His belly is red and sore from being crushed between Mike and the mattress. He's panting heavily, his hand instinctively rubbing his aching stomach. "Fuck... I can't move...”

After taking some rest Mike says in groggy voice, "fuck, I'm hungry..”

Celon chuckles softly. He carefully pushes himself up, his body aching from last night's rough treatment. He's naked, his belly heavy and round. "Hmm, one sec..." He padded barefoot to the kitchen, his big belly swaying with each step..

He starts preparing breakfast, his movements slow and deliberate due to his large baby bump. He groans occasionally to himself feeling contractions. After a while, he calls out to Mike. They finish their breakfasts.

Celon stands at the sink, his round belly sticking out as he washes the dishes. He's still naked, his pregnancy glow making his skin look soft and luminescent. He groans to himself as he cleans, his belly occasionally hitting the counter as he reaches for things.

Completely oblivious to the potential progress of labor, Celon continues with his tasks. His belly looks incredibly heavy now, stretching tight against his skin. Every now and then, he pauses, gently massaging his belly. "This little one's kicking so much today...”

He bends over slightly to put the clean plates away, his big belly sticking out even more. He moans softly as a sudden tightness spreads across his belly. He straightens up, laughing softly. "Damn, this baby better not start now. I still have laundry to do...”

Celon turns back to the sink, but as he does, another contraction hits him harder this time. He gasps, gripping the counter for support. He shakes his head, trying to brush it off. "Just a Braxton Hicks... probably," he mutters to himself, continuing with his chores.

Despite his attempt to ignore the growing intensity of the sensations, the next few minutes see a series of stronger and closer-together contractions. Celon finds himself stopping frequently to breathe through each wave, his face twisting with discomfort. He pauses, leaning heavily on the counter, his big belly tightening.

He laughs softly, trying to convince himself it's nothing. "Probably just... indigestion..." He rubs his belly protectively. "God, this baby better not start cooking right now..." He bends down again to pick up the laundry basket. As he straightens up, he freezes.

His eyes widen as an intense wave hits him, doubling him over. He drops the laundry basket with a thud, his hands flying to his belly. "No, no, no..." He pants, his face contorting with pain. He waddles to the couch, sitting down heavily.

Celon's face contorts as another wave of contractions hits him. His large pregnant belly tightens and rises, his body language indicating that the baby is in a hurry to come out.

Mike calls out from bedroom, "Babe, can you bring my files from the study room?”

Celon tries to push through the pain, to get up and fetch his files. He waddles to the study room, his big belly swaying heavily. He winces as another contraction hits, his belly tightening and dropping lower, pushing his expanded belly button out even more.

Mike came to the living room and saw Celon waddling towards him. They are still naked, "Babe..you look so full.." Mike sees Celon’s puffier dick, "When did it expanded so much.." Not to mention, it's making Mike hard again.

Celon bites his lip, trying to focus through the contractions, his puffy dick twitching slightly. "It's been getting bigger for a few days now..." He hands Mike the files, leaning against the counter for support.

After watching Celon for some moment, Mike continues with hitched voice, "I'm getting hard again babe. Shall we do again.. please..”

Celon looks at him, his eyes widening slightly as he sees Mike’s growing arousal. Celon shifts uncomfortably, another contraction making him gasp. "Baby, I don't know if that's a good idea right now," he says breathlessly. "I think the baby might be coming soon.”

Mike holds his hand and pulls Celon towards him. "Come on babe.. let's do it." Mike desperately says as he go behind Celon’s back. They are both standing naked in their living room.

Celon allows Mike to pull him into his embrace, his big belly sticking out. He inhales sharply as Mike positions himself behind him. Celon’s puffy expanded member twitching with arousal despite the contractions. "You sure about this?" he pants.

"yes.." Mike hisses. His hands hover over Celon’s round belly.

Celon moans softly as Mike’s hands gently touch his round, low belly. He leans back against Mike, his body trembling with both pain and arousal. "Okay... but go slow," he whispers, his voice strained as another contraction hits. His puffy dick throbs, leaking precum.

"You are already cumming.." Mike smirks as he put his dick inside Celon’s anus.

Celon cries out as Mike enters into him. Celon’s expanded dick throbbing and shooting out a stream of warm, thick, white sticky cum onto the floor. He grips Mike’s arms tightly as Mike starts to move inside him, his big belly bouncing with each thrust. "Ahh, fuck!”

They are fucking in standing position. Mike is holding Celon’s hips spreaded tightly. Celon slightly bending forward as Mike thrusting inside his anus. Celon’s pregnant belly hanging low.

His swollen cock continues to spit out ropes of cum on the floor as Mike pounds into his ass. Each thrust makes his heavy belly sway hypnotically. He throws his head back, his body trembling with pleasure mingled with the intense contractions of his impending birth.

As the baby suddenly drops, Celon's eyes roll back, and he lets out a guttural scream, “Gggaaaahhh…”. His dick swells even more, becoming painfully hard and engorged. The pressure inside him intensifies as the baby's head presses down.

Mike’s thrusts push the baby's head further down, making Celon's swollen dick throb and leak clear fluid mixed with semen. He cries out with each thrust, his belly tightening with strong contractions. "Baby... you're gonna make me...AH!" He screams loudly as his dick sprays again.

Celon's dick is now fully engorged and incredibly sensitive, the baby's head trapped inside and expanding it even further. He's sobbing from the intense pressure and pleasure, his body shaking violently as Mike continues to thrust. "I'm... I'm gonna pop!”

Celon’s belly is rock hard and incredibly tight under Mike’s hands as Mike use it to pull Celon onto his length. Celon screams, his swollen dick throbbing painfully as the baby's head gets further inside his urethra. "You're gonna tear me open! My belly...”

"Oohh babee.. " Mike thrusts him harder.

The sudden hard thrust makes Celon’s belly ripple and jerk violently, causing his dick to throb uncontrollably. The pressure inside him becomes unbearable as the baby's head starts to move deeper into his dick. "Fuck... fuck... fuck!" He screams loudly, his whole body convulsing.

Mike’s thrusts cause his swollen belly to bounce and tighten, which in turn makes his painfully hard dick jump and jiggle synchronously. The baby's head slides slightly deeper into his urethra with each thrust, making him leak clear fluid and whimper softly. "Baby...”

Mike falls on his back on the couch with Celon, his dick still inside. He falls onto Mike’s lap, his massive belly bouncing and jiggling as Mike lifts Celon’s hips up and down onto his dick to thrust deeper into him. Celon’s dick bounces wildly, the baby's head getting pushed further and further into his dick. "Ahhh... fuck... fuck... fuck...”

Celon’s body is a mess of pleasure and pain, his dick throbbing and leaking copiously as Mike thrusts deeper into him. His belly is now bouncing wildly with each movement, the baby's head pushing against the sensitive walls of his urethra. "I can't... I can't take it!”

"Let's go to bed babe." Mike hisses as he pulls out of Celon and drags him towards the bedroom.

Celon waddles behind Mike, his massive belly swinging from side to side. He winces in pain as the baby's head shifts inside him, making him leak more clear fluid. He whimpers, his voice hoarse from screaming. "My belly...”

Mike throws Celon on the bed. Celon lands on the bed with a loud thud, his belly bouncing and jiggling violently. He groans in pain, his hands instinctively going to his swollen dick. "Ahhh... fuck..." The baby's head shifts inside him, causing more clear fluid to leak out.

Mike finally nptices Celon’s swollen enlarged dick. Mike gasps, "How... When did it happen…?”

Celon looks down at his dick, his eyes widening in shock. It's massive and throbbing, the baby's head visible inside the swollen urethra. "I... I don't know... it just kept growing and growing..." He whimpers, his whole body shaking.

Mike took his throbbing dick and Celon’s dick and jerk them together. "Your's one is so thick…!”

Celon watches as Mike jerks his dick alongside his swollen one, his eyes rolling back in pleasure and pain. "It's... it's too thick... the baby's head is stretching me so much..." He moans, more clear fluid leaking out. "Your dick feels so small compared to mine...”

"Yeah.." Mike hisses.. "I want it inside me.. babe, put it inside my ass. " Mike says with hitched breath.

Celon’s eyes widen in shock and arousal at Mike’s request. He struggles to sit up, his massive belly making it difficult for him to move. He grabs his swollen dick with both hands, trying to position it at Mike’s entrance. "Baby... are you sure? It's so fucking thick...”

"Yes..! Yes..!" Mike positions himself in bed and spread his butt cheeks further with his hands.

Celon takes a deep breath, his hands shaking as he tries to guide his swollen dick towards Mark’s hole. The baby's head pushes against the sensitive tip, making him leak even more clear fluid. "Fuck... it hurts so much..."

As Celon starts pushing his massive, swollen cock against Mike’s ass, intense contractions suddenly seize him. His belly tightens and jerks, the baby inside kicking vigorously. "Ahhh fuck! Contrac- ahhh!" He cries out, his dick throbbing violently as another gush of fluid escapes him.

"It’s so wet… Hurry put it inside!” Mike hisses.

Celon’s face contorts with pain and effort as he tries to force his thick, swollen head past Mike’s tight ring. "It's too big! It's not fitting!" He cries out, his belly jerking again with another intense contraction. His eyes fill with tears of frustration and pain as he tries to push his impossibly thick, baby-filled dick into Mike’s ass. The contractions are getting stronger, his belly tightening like a drum. "It hurts... it hurts so much! I can't get it in!" He sobs.

"Squeeze it babe.. Squeeze your dick and put it inside..!" Mike continues.

With a grunt of determination, Celon squeezes his massive cock as hard as he can, his fingers barely able to encircle the swollen shaft. And with the squeezing, the baby slides back just enough to make the tip of the dick slightly thinner. Tears stream down his face from the effort and pain. "Ahhhh! Ahhh fuck!" He screams, slowly pushing the baby back inside with all his might. His dick still half filled with the baby, with an agonizing roar, Celon finally manages to wedge the throbbing head of his dick past Mike’s resisting asshole. Suddenly, his swollen shaft plunges deeper due to another intense contraction, forcing a third of his massive length inside. "OHHH FUCK!”

"Aaahh.. it's so thick!!!” Mike screams.

"I know! I know! It's too fucking thick!" Celon pants heavily, his belly convulsing with another contraction. "Oh god, it hurts so much to push it in...!" He groans, trying to push more of his swollen length into Mike’s ass. The baby starts sliding again inside Celon’s dick.

"Aaaah!! It's getting thicker inside my ass!!” Mike continues.

"It's the baby, it's making my dick swell up inside you!" Celon wails in pain and pleasure, his massive cock throbbing and expanding further within Mike’s tight asshole. "Fuck, I can't stop it! It's gonna get even thicker and stretch you even wider!”

"Aaaah! It's too much!!! Back up! Back up!!” Mike screams.

Celon, panting heavily and sweating profusely, tries to pull back slightly, but his swollen cock is so thick and sensitive that even the slightest movement sends jolts of pain through him. "Ahhh fuck! It's too sensitive! I can't pull out!”

"Noo! Aaah! It's too thick!! Pull it out!!” Mike keeps screaming.

Celon cries out desperately, his face screwed up in agony as he tries to withdraw his impossibly swollen shaft from Mark’s painfully stretched asshole. "I'm trying! Fuck!" He screams, pushing and tugging frantically.

Mike hold Celon’s swollen dick tightly and squeeze it hard in pain.

*"AHHH FUCK!!!" Celon howls in agony as Mike’s painful grip squeezes his super-sensitive cock. His eyes roll back, and his massive belly heaves with another contraction. "Stop squeezing! It's too sensitive!”

Mike squeezes too tightly, making the baby go back fully. Celon cries out in distress.

"AAAHHHHHH!! The baby's moving back up! It hurts so much! You're making the baby shift back inside!" Celon wails, his massive belly convulsing in pain as the baby slowly slides back towards his womb.

With a sudden, violent motion, Mike squeezes Celon's super-sensitive, swollen cock as hard as he can and abruptly pull it out of his painfully stretched asshole. The sudden release sends an intense, searing pain through Celon’s entire body, and he lets out an ear-splitting scream.

Mike collapses on the bed, legs spread wide, and wincing as he feels raw, burning pain in his asshole. He lifts his legs slightly and sees blood on his inner thighs. "Ow... shit... It rip me..." Mike mutters, not considering Celon’s state.

Celon had fallen on the floor. Curled up in a fetal position, his massive belly heaving with each painful breath. His swollen, purple manhood lies limply between his thighs, still leaking thick, sticky fluids. "Ahhhh...”

When Mike finally sees Celon, “Babe...!" he gasps.

Celon slowly looks up at Mike, his eyes glazed with pain. He bites his lip, trying to hold back another scream as a contraction ripples through his enormous belly. "Don't... touch... me," he gasps out, flinching away. "Everything hurts...”

The baby starts shifting inside Celon’s swollen member again, it happens much faster and more violently than before. His massive belly convulses and contracts, pushing the baby down his engorged length at an alarming speed. "AHHHH!!” His eyes roll back as another intense contraction hits, forcing the baby down his throbbing shaft even faster. "The... the baby's dropping again! But... but it's moving so quickly now! It hurts so much more!" He screams, his hands clutching his belly and dick.

Mike quickly lay down Celon’s back on the bed. Celon is panting heavily, his legs dangling off the bed edge as Mike position himself between them. Celon looks down at Mike with terrified eyes, feeling the baby plunging rapidly down his hypersensitive cock with each contraction. "I can't breathe! Ahhh! It's going to pop out!”

"It's going to be fine.. its ok.." Mike rubs Celon’s dick and pregnant belly.

Celon’s body is wracked with intense contractions, his belly convulsing violently as the baby speeds down his shaft. Mike’s gentle touches on his swollen member and pregnant belly provide some comfort, but the pain is overwhelming. "AHH! It's coming out! It's coming out NOW!”

"Breath.. relax.. let it come.." Mike licks and sucks Celon’s nipples while rubbing his dick with one hand. The dual stimulation - Mike’s fingers gently caressing Celon’s aching cock and his warm tongue on Celon’s sensitive nipples - makes Celon moan despite the pain. His belly trembles and pushes down hard as the baby's head begins to crown. "Nghhh... oh fuck... that feels... AHHHHH!”

Mike grabs around Celon’s wet dick folds and starts licking it, while still rubbing it.

Celon’s body arches as intense pleasure and pain intertwine. The baby's head is stretching his delicate dick hole to its limit. Mike’s fingers and tongue on his sensitive folds and wet, pulsing dick drive him wild. "AAAAH! IT'S PUSHING!”

"Yes babe.. you are doing great.." Mike hums licking Celon’s dick more.

Celon screams hysterically as the next intense contraction forces the baby's head crowning. Tears stream down his face from the overwhelming pain and pleasure. "AAAAAAH! The head! Fuck, FUCK!”

Mike pulls back and sees the head, coming out spreading Celon’s dick hole. He rubs around the hole. "Yes, let it come..." He goes back to Celon’s full breasts and starts sucking his nipples.

The baby's head stretches Celon’s distended hole further, causing him intense pleasure mixed with unbearable pressure. Mike’s fingers gently rubbing around his gaping hole and greedy mouth on his swollen nipples make his entire body convulse. "OH GOD! I'm losing my fucking mind!!!”

"Push it out babe... Push it.." Mike says then bites his nipples. His hand goes to Celon’s pregnant belly to rub it down.

Celon screams in agony and ecstasy as he pushes with all his might, his belly contracting violently. Mike’s bite on his nipples sends shockwaves of pleasure through him, and his hand pushing down on the pregnant belly helps guide the baby out. "AAAAH! I'm PUSHING!!!”

"Yes, push!" Mike says breathlessly as he sucks more while rubbing his pregnant belly with more force.

With a final, screaming push, the baby's head fully emerges, stretching Celon’s hole impossibly wide. "NNNNGGGGHFUCK!”

Mike pulls back and watch, "The head is completely out. The shoulders are next.."

Celon is completely out of his mind now, his massive belly heaving with each labored breath. The baby's shoulders are the hardest part, spreading his already gaping dick hole even wider. He feels like he's being torn in half. "NO MORE! IT'S TOO BIG!”

"You can do it.. You can do it babe" Mike rubs Celon’s dick with one hand and starts smooching his neck while other hand is pinching on his nipples.

Celon’s eyes rolls back as he feels Mike’s hands all over him. The overwhelming stimulation combined with the intense pressure of the baby's shoulders finally breaks him. "AAAAH!”

"Yes babe.." Mike starts sucking his full breasts more.

Celon’s body convulses as he pushes with renewed vigor, Mike’s mouth on his breasts driving him wild. The baby's shoulders finally slip out, leaving only the smallest part left to deliver. "OH FUCK! IT'S ALMOST OUT!”

Mike pulls back again. "Okay, baby.. it will be down soon.." Mike cups the baby body to catch it. Celon’s body trembles as he pushes with every last bit of strength, his face contorted in pain. With one final, earth-shattering push, Celon feels the baby's body start to slip out. His stretched hole burns and tears as the baby's waist emerges, his massive belly finally starting to deflate. "NNNNGGGGGHHH! .. it's almost... FUCK!" With one final push, the baby shoots out into Mike’s waiting hands, followed by a rush of fluids. Celon collapses back, completely spent, his massive belly already shrinking noticeably.

As Mike cradles the tiny baby in his hands, he carefully examines the baby boy, who's no bigger than a large doll. His tiny body is covered in blood and fluids, his cry weak but healthy. He looks up at Celon. His massive belly has halved in size already.

Putting the baby on Celon’s chest, Mark left to get scissors to cut the cord. He returns with a pair of sterilized scissors. He carefully cuts the umbilical cord. As he finish cutting the cord, Celon starts to feel strong afterbirth contractions, his massive belly tightening and relaxing as the remaining fluids and the afterbirth itself begin to emerge. He groans weakly, his hands automatically going to his belly to support it. "Ahh... fuck... the afterbirth is coming...”

Celon gently hands the baby back to Mike, his arms trembling with exhaustion. He focuses on pushing out the afterbirth, his body shaking with each contraction. Mike cradles the baby close, making sure he's warm and safe as he watches Celon deliver the placenta.

With a final, powerful push, Celon delivers the afterbirth, a large, bloody sac that plops onto the floor. He pants heavily, his massive belly finally starting to shrink rapidly as his dick contracts back to its pre-pregnancy size.

[underscorezoo]

"Intimate unassisted birth"

This is a story written by someone on hidden-desires that I like and wanna preserve.

I TAKE ZERO CREDIT FOR THIS STORY, enjoy!

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I let out a slow breath as the contraction passed, running my hands over my nine-month-pregnant, soon to be deflated stomach. Leaning back against the plush pillows of the bed, I let my legs fall apart, my heels connected in front of me with my hands coming to rest on my knees. “That one wasn’t too bad. I think I’m just getting used to them.” I tell my husband, Liam, smiling weakly. He chuckles a bit and squeezes my calf. “Yeah, you’ve only been at this for nearly ten hours now. I bet your body just thinks they’re like a hiccup or something. Want a back massage?” “A hiccup that feels like someone with an abnormally large hand is squeezing my uterus in their fist,” I correct with a little smile, then nodded gratefully. “That sounds great. Can you check me again too? I must have progressed some in the past hour.” “I think you just want to be fingered.” “Maybe that too.” Liam chuckled and leaned in, kissing my lips soundly. I decided before the pregnancy was even confirmed that I wanted a unassisted homebirth with Liam. Of course our midwife is on speed dial just in case, but all I want is to push this baby into Liam’s hands and share the moment only with him. I let him know early on that this was the route I was planning to take, and he has been more supportive than I could’ve ever dreamed, from providing for my midnight cravings to keeping me comfortable in labor far better than most husbands. I feel Liam’s hand trail up my inner thigh as his lips wander to my neck. I immediately melt under his touch as he spreads my lower lips with one hand and massages my clitoris with two fingers of the other. Truthfully, I had just wanted him to check my cervix, but in no way am I complaining. My stomach visibly tightens with the beginning of a contraction and Liam stops his teasing, instead resting his hands on my thighs. I quickly shake my head. “No, no. Don’t you dare stop.” Liam quickly returns to my pussy, running his fingers over my slick lips, teasing me. The contraction builds and I find some relief in rolling my hips, increasing the friction of his fingers against my most sensitive area. “Fuck!” I find myself groaning, both out of pleasure and pain from the pressure in my abdomen. The contraction soon ebbs, but Liam’s fingers continue to stroke and massage me. I feel myself coming apart as he gently squeezes my clit between his thumb and forefinger. Arching my back, I clench my muscles and buck my hips involuntarily as my orgasm erupts within me. I fall back against the bed, breathing heavily. “That was quick.” Liam chuckles as I try to get my breathing under control. “You have very talented fingers,” I smirk and brush some hair out of my face. “Now really, check me, please.” I softly gasp in discomfort as my husband gently slips two fingers into my overstimulated sex. His other hand pushes down on my full stomach with a bit of pressure, feeling the position of our baby. “You’re really opening, babe. Not much longer now.” “Ugh, can you give me a number? I’m getting a bit tired of this.” I feel myself whining but for good reason. Ten hours! Liam’s fingers move inside me. “I’d say about seven centimeters. How about that massage now?” I’m a little disappointed because I had been stuck at six centimeters for the past three hours. The contractions are so much closer now and I was hoping it was my body working overtime to help me dilate. Liam senses this and removes his fingers, gently patting my inner thigh. With a hint of a disappointed sigh, I maneuver myself out of bed and stand on the side of it, resting my upper body on my elbows, digging them into the soft bed comforter. Liam stands behind me and applies firm pressure to my lower back. I moan contentedly, but it’s cut short by another contraction. Breathing deeply and stiffening under Liam’s hands, I lean my head down on the bed and let out a low groan. Sensing my discomfort, Liam digs the heels of his hands into my lower back, the counter pressure feeling heavenly. He continues his pressure until the contraction ends and I let out a heavy breath. “Did that help any?” he asks, moving his hands to massage my shoulders and neck. “Yeah, it did,” I still feel uncomfortable, though, and pull off the t-shirt of Liam’s that’s the only article of clothing I’ve been wearing since a labored in the bath four hours ago. I pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head and am surprised by how much the small acts increased my comfort level even slightly. Liam continues massaging my lower back through a few more contractions, until I get tired of standing and decide I want back in bed. By this point, the contractions are getting more and more intense, my belly tightening and squeezing extremely uncomfortably with every one. They’re also coming more frequently, and I both welcome and am nervous at the thought that I will be pushing soon. I am resting on my knees with my hands pressing into the pillows of our bed. A contraction starts to build and I begin to rock my hips in circles, searching for relief from the pressure building in my pelvis. “That’s good, babe. Bring our baby down.” Liam is behind me, applying pressure to my back and soft kisses to my shoulder. During the height of the contraction, I feel the overwhelming urge to push. I’m surprised and know I shouldn’t, that I’m not dilated enough, but I bear down with a groan. “I’m pushing!” I announce. “Oh no, no, no!” Liam objects, his hand flying to my vagina and sliding two fingers in. “You’re not open enough, babe, and your water hasn’t even broken yet.” “Doesn’t matter! Gotta push!” The feeling is primal and I can’t stop it. I’m feeling so much pressure that I think I will die from the relief I get from pushing. The contraction ends but the pressure remains and I bite my lip, gripping the headboard of the bed. “You cannot push, honey. You’re not dilated enough and you’ll swell. You know this.” “I know that I’m feeling a lot of pressure right now and I need to push!” I insist through gritted teeth. The baby feels like a bowling ball deep in my hips. I know I’m not ready, but the pressure I feel is absolutely unbearable. Somewhere in my subconscious I’m telling myself not to push, but the pressure is impossibly strong. I change positions, lying on my back against the pillows and spreading my legs wide. Another contraction starts to build and I grip Liam’s arm, squeezing and primally growling, my eyes rolling back in my head. I have to push. I have to do it now. “Please, Liam. There’s no fucking way I cannot push. It’s coming.” “No.” he says simply. “It’s not your choice!” I’m gritting my teeth, everything in my power going towards not pushing. “Liam, please. The baby is coming.” I feel his fingers inside me and let out a low breath. “Liam, please, tell me I can push. Say something. I need to push! I need to push, really! I have to push!” I know I’m rambling, but I can’t express how badly my body wants to force this baby out. “Sweetie, we have a big baby in here and you’re only dilated to eight centimeters at most. If you want your unassisted birth, you cannot push.” All I feel is his fingers inside me and the insane pressure in my hips. Suddenly, I feel a gush of warm water shoot out of me, sighing as some of the pressure is relieved. “There goes the water.” Liam says, quickly going to our bathroom and grabbing a hand towel. He gently dries my thighs and sex, dries his hands, and situates the towel under my butt. “Feel any better?” “A bit. I could push though. There’s still a little bit of the urge.” “Well let’s wait a bit. I don’t want to risk anything.” I huff and roll onto my side, squeezing my knees together so I wouldn’t be tempted to push. Liam strokes my hip and presses a kiss to my head. “Not much longer now, love.” “Still too long.” Another contraction grips my abdomen and I grip Liam’s arm tightly. My face screws up into a clenched frown and I squeeze my thighs together, irrationally feeling that the baby would shoot out if not. Panting as it passes, I roll back onto my back and spread my knees, giving my husband a nonverbal cue to check my cervix. He slides a few fingers deeply into my vagina, kissing my knee in an attempt to soothe any discomfort. His face lights up as he moves deeper into me. “Our baby has so much hair.” Despite the discomfort, I smile weakly and then genuinely when he slides his fingers back out. He felt our baby in the flesh for the first time and I’ve never seen someone as excited. He kisses my lips and rests his forehead against mine, a sweet moment that turns sour soon with the arrival of another contraction. I breathe heavily, both hands on my rock hard stomach, biting my lip and praying that it will be over soon. The pressure returns and I resist the urge to bear down. “How far along was I?” I ask after the contraction passes, trying to regain control of my breathing. “Still around eight. I’ll let you know when you can start pushing, babe.” “I think I know when I should push, and that’s now.” “No.” I groan, “I can’t do this!” “You can, baby. You’re so fucking close,” he tells me, pressing a kiss into my belly. “You’ll be pushing in no time. Which reminds me, we should probably do one last stretching.” “Ooh, fun,” I say sarcastically. With it being our first baby and an unassisted birth, tearing has been a worry of ours. Over the course of the third trimester, per suggestion of our midwife, Liam has been stretching my vagina and perineum to prepare for delivery. It’s not the most comfortable process, but he’s gentle, and I know it’s helping me in the long run. Liam smirks and grabs the bottle of coconut oil that stays on our bedside table. Massaging some onto his fingers and nudging my knees open, he easily slides two fingers of both hands into my vagina. I suck in a breath of discomfort. “Sorry, beautiful. It’s your fault for being so tight.” he jokes, slowly and gently stretching my vaginal opening apart with his hands. He massages the oil into the skin of my perineum with his thumbs and pushes open my vaginal walls. To heighten my discomfort, another contraction arrives and I quickly snap my knees shut. “No, stay open. Relax and let everything stretch and soften.” Liam says as he nudges my knees apart again. He pushes two fingers deep inside me and probes at my cervix. “Liam, I’m so uncomfortable! Can’t you stretch my cervix around the head?” “I don’t want to risk anything, baby,” he insists, but continues to probe inside me. “I think with the next contraction the head will be passing through your cervix anyway. I can feel it poking out.” Although the news is good, I still feel an urge to push now, not with the next contraction. Liam continues prepping my opening and leans in for a kiss. “Really, not much longer now, babe. You’ve almost made it.” I mentally decide to push no matter what on my next contraction. There is a burning deep in my hips, and I know it’s my baby’s head pushing through my cervix. It’s painful, but I’m tired and ready to be done. The next contraction arrives and I bear down, groaning primally. “Go ahead and push, baby. Push my fingers out.” Liam is still probing around in my hole (He just loves it in there!) and I manage to grit, “I already am!” through my teeth. I feel incredible relief from pushing, but I don’t feel the baby move. The contraction passes but I continue to push, desperately wanting to progress. “Wait for the contraction to push. You don’t want to tire yourself out, sweetie.” Liam kisses my stomach and moves his fingers inside me. “If you’re feeling any burning, it’s because the head is pushing through your cervix.” I nod. “Almost there, alright?” He smiles at me and swipes his thumb over my clitoris. I gasp and playfully hit his chest. I settle my knees far apart, feeling the need to make room for a bowling ball coming out of me. Liam strokes my inner thighs as we await the next contraction. When it comes and builds, I nearly scream. The pressure to push is so intense and the burning in my hips so painful that I can’t react. After a moment, I bear down, subconsciously hearing Liam counting and feeling fingers inside me, presumably stretching my cervix around the head. The burning in my hips moves to my vagina and I throw my head back in pain. “The head is right inside you! You got it past your cervix!” The words don’t register; I just continue to push even though the contraction has faded, going against Liam’s earlier warning. The baby is slowly moving down my birth canal, and I feel its every move. “It’s right here, babe. Our baby is right inside you. Just a few more pushes and you’ll be able to see it.” That reminded me, “Get the mirror, please,” Liam ran to the bathroom and grabbed the small mirror we purchased specifically for this moment. He held it up. “Nothing to see yet, but trust me. He’s right inside you.” “He?” I chuckle lightly, then pant a bit, “And yeah, I know. Trust me. I can feel him. Or her,” A contraction started rippling through my stomach and I bore down again. Liam held up the mirror and I saw my labia remain tightly closed, but a telltale bulge was forming behind them. I held the push until the contraction ended and rested my hands on my stomach, trying to even my breathing. “Want to feel it?” I nod and reach my hands down, one parting my labia and one slowly inserting two fingers into my opening. I don’t have to go to far before I feel a hard, slimy mass inside me. I grin and let my fingers rest there as I feel another contraction. I bear down, simultaneously pushing my moist vaginal walls back around the head of my baby. The head is large and only moves slightly, but I’m proud of my progress. I bear down hard again after the contraction subsides. “Babe, just rest between contractions.” Liam suggests as I grunt and bear down hard. I breathe for a moment, but another contraction comes before I can truly rest. I push hard and start to feel burning again, this time much worse and in a different place than earlier. Liam holds the mirror up with one hand and gently parts my labia with the other. I feel the baby moving toward my opening but still can’t see. The contraction ends and I lean back against the pillows. “Beautiful, babe. This baby is coming down so fast. It’ll be crowning so soon.” “I don’t want it to crown. It burns enough already.” I whine and push some hair out of my face. The contractions are basically on top of one another, and I push again with the next one. Looking in the mirror, my labia are still tightly closed, but I can definitely feel my baby close to the opening. Liam parts my labia and I catch a glimpse of a dime-size amount of wet, black hair. He grins from ear to ear and uses his fingers to hold my lips open. “Look at that!” He says excitedly. “Look, babe!” I pant and let the push go, and the baby slides back up my birth canal slightly. I groan in frustration. “You knew that would happen, honey. Keep pushing and it’ll stay out.” I listen to his advice and start pushing again right as my next contraction arrives. There is a fire in my vagina and I scream out as I see the head part my folds. Liam rests the mirror against his leg, freeing his hands to help stretch me. I see more of the head poking out, but can’t see past my pain to be proud of it. I bear down hard and my opening takes a teardrop shape. The stretch makes me scream loudly. “God, please, no more!” I’m screaming and it’s unimaginable how I’ll get this whole baby out. I let go of the push but Liam holds my lips open and the baby stays right at my opening. There’s so much burning and pressure and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Liam lovingly pats my thigh. “Push again when you’re ready, love.” I take a breath and push down, screeching as I feel the burning increase. I look down, not in the mirror but over my belly, and see my labia bulging out significantly. All I can do is bear down and scream as the head descends slowly. The baby is large; at our last midwife appointment we were told to expect at least a nine pounder, and I’m convinced the head alone weighs nine pounds at this point. I glance in the mirror at myself bulging and stretching and feel accomplished, but the baby isn’t even crowning yet and it’s already almost impossible for me to bear the pain. My uterus contracts and I push, my inflamed slit stretching the farthest yet. I don’t back down as the contraction ebbs, and I soon feel the excruciating pain of crowning. The top of the baby’s head wedges itself right between my lips, stretching them taut and wide. I feel spasms of pain zip through my whole body as I’m split apart, and I screech and quickly snap my legs shut, in turn pushing the baby back inside me. “No, no, no! Babe, no!” Liam nearly yells, frantically grabbing my knees and pushing them back open. I fight with him to keep them closed, to grant the baby no passage, but his strong arms force them open and push them back. He firmly keeps my thighs apart during my next contraction and push. “Splitting apart!” I insist as I push, fighting against my husband’s hands in a desperate attempt to squeeze my legs together and salvage my burning slit. I soon realize I am fighting a losing battle and give all my energy to bearing down, which leads to the even more painful full crown of the baby’s head. The head sits in my opening, out to the middle of the baby’s forehead. Liam quickly grabs the oil from the nightstand, lubricates his hands, and presses a hand on either side of the baby’s head. He rubs the oil on the tight skin of my vagina and applies counter pressure to my perineum. “Give me some small pushes, babe.” My legs are shaking from the pain and exertion as I grab behind my knees and give a small push with a small grunt. I do this for a while until the baby is out to its eyes, at which point I shriek and plead with Liam not to let me tear. “You’re not going to tear. I’m giving you some counter pressure on your perineum.” His hands are strong and warm against my perineum and it’s a bit soothing. He oils me again, and I’m so slick with oil that I’m convinced the baby will just slip out. Oil is dripping down from my labia into my ass. I push again and he places his other hand firmly against my upper vulva, resting right on my clit. My hips buck a bit at the contact. “Not now!” I whine. “Do you want to tear here?” He’s applying counter pressure as I push and I moan from the overstimulation. “I want this huge thing out of me.” “Then push.” His thumbs carefully push my labia back around the head and I moan in protest. Then I’m pushing and feeling the baby’s nose and mouth against my inner walls right before the entire head emerges. A rush of fluid splashes out behind the huge head and my body spasms in shock, my lips tightening around the baby’s neck. Liam reaches inside me to check for the cord, then guides my hand down to our baby’s head. I see in the mirror that the head is huge and covered in curly dark hair. I bring my other hand down and cup the head as I push to birth the shoulders and body. I give three hearty pushes to no avail. After the third, Liam brushes my hands away so he can grip the head and gently tug. The pressure in my hips is almost unbearable. “Stuck!” I cry out, wriggling my hips.. “Alright, big baby and small pelvis. We were expecting this.” Liam says, pushing a finger into me by the baby’s shoulder. I cry out as my hole is so sore, but I know that he desperately needs to get the baby out. He adjusts the baby slightly, removes his finger, and pushes my legs back by my feet. “Push. Hard,” He instructs me and I do as he says, anything to relieve the pressure in me. “Grab your ankles and pull back. We need you wide open.” I moan and obey, bearing down as hard as possible. Liam grips our baby’s head and pulls, really pulls, tugging the head back and forth to free the baby. I’m exhausted and in so much pain that my vision starts to fade out. “Please pull it out! PLEASE! Pull it out of me!” I hear myself begging and screaming but to no avail. “Liam, get this out, please!” He tugs hard, freeing a shoulder and then the second. I look in the mirror and see my vagina stretched obscenely around the baby’s stomach. I am still screaming and pleading with him to pull it out of me that I don’t realize when the entire baby slides out. My vagina is still spasming painfully and I’m rambling something like “Oh god, you pulled it out. You got it out of me. So much pain,” as he sets the baby on my chest. “Say hello to our little boy.”

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Callie groaned under her breath, shifting her weight on the ferry seat as another cramp twisted low in her pelvis. She adjusted the lightweight drape over her shoulder, shielding her nursing baby from view. Their youngest sucked hungrily, his little hands batting at her heavy, leaking breast. The drape hung low enough to cover her lap, hiding the massive swell of her belly resting heavily on her thighs.

Matt leaned in close, whispering, "You sure you want to keep going?"

"We're already on," Callie muttered, wiping sweat from her brow. "We're not turning back now."

They had boarded the commuter ferry with all five of their kids and a mess of rolling suitcases, which Matt had stacked into a makeshift pen around their seating area. Their kids, ranging from five down to one, were miraculously occupied with their tablets, oblivious to anything happening outside the glow of their screens.

Callie winced as another cramp tightened across her belly. She was 41 weeks and 6 days pregnant, and her belly was massive, hanging so low it brushed her thighs even when sitting. Her maternity dress clung to the curve of her bump, riding up slightly as she shifted, but at this point, modesty was the least of her concerns.

Matt gave a quick glance around. Passengers were distracted with their phones or watching the water through the ferry's grimy windows. When no one seemed to be looking, he slipped his hand under the drape, sliding up her bare thigh.

"Matt," she warned under her breath, but her legs parted slightly anyway.

His fingers found her quickly, sliding against her slick folds. She bit her lip, forcing herself to stay still. The baby nursed steadily at her breast, and Callie focused on that rhythm as Matt's fingers worked her carefully under the cover of the drape.

He shifted lower, brushing his mouth against her free, leaking nipple. She shivered as he latched on, the sudden pull making milk spray against his tongue. He sucked eagerly, groaning softly against her skin.

Callie's head dropped back against the seat. Her thighs trembled. She clenched her free hand against the bench to anchor herself. Matt’s fingers circled her clit in slow, deliberate strokes, each pass sending sharp pleasure through her core.

Her belly tightened again, a hard, aching knot. She could feel the baby's head pressing even lower, but the sensation blurred under the overwhelming rush building inside her.

Matt’s fingers curled up inside her, stroking that perfect spot with practiced precision. He grinned against her breast when she gasped, her thighs tightening around his wrist. They had been together since they were seventeen, high school sweethearts who had stuck through everything. Now, in their thirties, he still could not believe she was here, swollen and radiant, carrying his sixth child.

The ferry's engine hummed beneath them, blending into the background as Matt worshiped her quietly under the drape. They were leaving behind his family—the people who had treated Callie like a live-in maid while he worked grueling shifts. He had promised her a better life, and now they were finally chasing it, a five-hour ferry ride away to a city that might give them a real chance.

Callie writhed against his hand, her breath catching, her body tightening. Her hips jerked as she came hard, milk spraying from her nipple in hot jets, soaking Matt's mouth and the inside of the drape. She gasped sharply, biting back a whimper as her muscles shook.

"Mmmph," she choked out, her voice catching.

Matt quickly withdrew his hand, sitting back and wiping his mouth discreetly. He kept an arm draped around her shoulders, pretending to adjust the baby.

Matt leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "If we didn't have an audience, I'd bend you over those suitcases and have you right now," he whispered.

Callie let out a breathless laugh, her belly tightening again under his palm. She shifted slightly, feeling the hard roundness of the baby's head pressing down lower than ever. "Mmm..." Her breath hitched. "I think the baby's coming sooner."

Matt stiffened. "Are you sure? Can you... can you hold it?" His eyes darted around the ferry. They still had over four hours left.

She grimaced, shifting in her seat as the pressure intensified. "Not for long," she said, her voice low and strained.

Matt looked around quickly. There were fewer passengers on this mid-morning trip, but still enough to cause concern if they resorted to their "methods of birth." He pressed a lingering kiss just under her ear and whispered, "I'm so hard right now, just thinking about you giving birth again."

Callie chuckled through the beginning of another contraction, her body shifting instinctively. A soft moan slipped from her lips. "Mmmph... the pressure... it's building fast. I think my water's gonna break soon."

She unlatched the now sleeping baby, carefully pulling her top back in place. Matt helped her fold the drape neatly, his fingers moving quickly. Callie adjusted the baby into the sling across her chest, the small weight pressing warmly against her contracting belly.

She slumped against Matt, resting her head on his shoulder. One hand cradled her massive bump, the other braced against the small of her back. Her breathing grew louder, punctuated with "hooo hooo hooo" pants and soft groans.

"We need to get you to the infirmary," Matt whispered urgently.

Callie snorted, half laughing, half panting. "Is there even an infirmary on a ferry like this?"

Matt clicked his tongue playfully and rolled his eyes before bending down to kiss her forehead. "Stay here. I'll ask someone."

He turned to the kids. "Stay put and keep an eye on Mommy," he instructed. "She's about to have your new brother or sister."

Matt jogged off in search of ferry staff. The ferry officer he found—a stout man in a white short-sleeved shirt with epaulets—frowned when Matt asked.

"No infirmary on board. Not for a commuter ferry," the officer said dismissively. "Just stay seated. If it's that bad, we'll radio ahead."

Matt exhaled sharply, frustration knotting his gut. He glanced back toward Callie, who was visibly struggling.

Meanwhile, Callie panted heavily, sweat trickling down her temples. The ferry's rocking wasn't helping; her body instinctively bore down with every sway. She shifted her weight carefully, sneaking a glance around. No one was watching.

Her hand slid down to her aching, bulging pussy. Her fingertips brushed over swollen flesh, feeling the heavy roundness of her water bag pushing against her opening.

"Hoo hoo hoo... haaa... haaa..." she panted, trying to stay quiet.

She tugged the breastfeeding drape over her chest again and pulled a towel from the duffel bag at her feet. She lifted herself up slightly, grimacing as the baby's head pushed harder. Another towel followed, which she laid out quickly over her seat before settling back down with a suppressed moan.

"Mmmphhh... ohh..." she groaned, her body surging with pleasure and pressure all at once.

She loved this part. She loved the heavy tension of being full, stretched, and close to release. She tucked the sleeping baby securely against her chest and adjusted the drape until it covered everything below her waist.

Sliding her hand down beneath the drape, she eased her dress's top down to free her swollen breasts. Milk streamed from her leaking nipples, dripping steadily onto the breast feeding drape and onto the sleeping baby. 

"Oh, I am so close..." she murmured to herself.

With careful fingers, she found her bulging pussy again, gently massaging her overstretched vulva. Her clit was so swollen it throbbed under even the lightest touch.

Callie closed her eyes, a shudder rippling through her as she rubbed slowly, savoring the heightened sensitivity. Every caress sent bolts of pleasure up her spine, her belly tightening harder each time.

Matt returned, slipping back into their little space just as Callie moaned softly under the drape. He caught the telltale movement of her hand beneath the fabric and smirked.

"Starting without me, huh?" he teased under his breath, sliding down onto the bench beside her.

Callie half-chuckled, her body trembling as she let out a long, low moan that she barely managed to keep quiet. "Mmmph... I can feel my waters," she gasped softly, glancing around to make sure no one was looking. "I wish you could break it for me..."

Matt groaned quietly, adjusting the painful hardness in his trousers. He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear. "Come on, baby," he whispered, voice low and rough. "Don't tease me. I'm dying to fuck you dumb and cum inside that birthing pussy like we always do..."

Callie shivered, her hand still rubbing herself slowly, pleasure and pressure mixing together so deliciously she thought she might lose it right there.

A sudden shuffle of steps caught their attention. A woman in a ferry uniform approached, another younger woman trailing behind. The first woman smiled warmly. "We heard you might need some help. There's a nurse onboard—she's a passenger—and we can set you up in the captain's quarters. I can keep an eye on your kids for you."

Relief flooded Callie's face. Matt exhaled and gave Callie's knee a squeeze. He turned to the kids, knelt quickly in front of them. "Alright, guys. Stay right here, listen to the nice lady, and watch your little brother and sisters, okay?"

The kids barely looked up from their screens, nodding absently.

Matt grabbed the towels and both duffel bags stuffed with their birth supplies. Another uniformed staff member motioned for them to follow. The ferry rocked slightly as they walked, Matt supporting Callie as she waddled slowly, one hand on her belly, the other cradling the baby still slung against her.

The captain's quarters were cramped but clean. A single narrow bed sat against one wall, and a compact desk and chair filled the corner. The nurse, a fresh-faced woman who looked barely out of school, greeted them with a nervous smile.

"Hi, I'm Jess. I can help as best I can," she said, her hands fidgeting. "Never actually been at a birth before, but I'm trained."

Callie smiled through a contraction, gripping the overhead pipe. Her face contorted, but not from pain—pure overwhelming pleasure radiated through her. Only Matt knew her well enough to tell the difference.

"Supposed to be a homebirth," Matt explained, pulling out their supplies. "We came prepared."

Jess looked visibly relieved. "Oh, perfect! Let's get the bed ready."

While Matt layered the mattress with waterproof sheets and underpads, Callie grunted softly, her knees bending deeper. Her massive belly tightened hard beneath her dress, making the fabric ride high up her thighs. Milk dripped steadily from her breasts, soaking the front of the sling.

"Oh Matt..." she groaned, forgetting for a moment about Jess being there.

Matt shot her a look, a faint grin tugging his mouth. "Does it hurt, honey?" he asked sweetly.

Callie nodded quickly, biting her lip, trying to suppress her smile.

Jess stepped closer. "Mind if I check how you're doing?"

Callie nodded again, panting hard. "Yeah, go ahead darling, but--"

Jess knelt on one knee in front of her, lifting the hem of Callie's dress carefully. She gasped, eyes wide. "Your water bag... it's right there, bulging through."

Before anything else could happen, Jess stood up quickly. "I'm going to get gloves and some extra supplies. Be right back!"

The door clicked shut.

Callie and Matt exchanged heated glances. Matt turned the lock with a deliberate click.

Then he crossed the small room in two strides, pulling her into him. Their mouths met hard, tongues tangling as Callie clutched at his shirt, their bodies grinding together against the wall, desperate and hungry, the way they always were when life—and birth—swirled so wildly around them.

Matt wasted no time. He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his socks, then shoved down his trousers and briefs, stepping out of them quickly. His cock stood thick and weeping, flushed dark with need.

He helped Callie gently unsling the sleeping baby from her chest, laying him carefully on the captain's narrow bed, surrounded by towels for padding.

Callie shivered, her dress clinging damply to her body. Sweat and milk had soaked the thin fabric. With a gasp, she tugged it over her head, tossing it aside. Her gravid belly jutted gloriously forward, low and heavy, the skin taut and shining.

She grabbed several underpads from the duffel and spread them out swiftly over the floor and the sturdy oak desk.

"How do you want to do it, baby?" Matt rasped, his voice thick.

Callie panted, one hand bracing against the desk. "I want to push my waters back in gently while I ride you on that swivel chair..." she moaned, hips rocking instinctively.

Matt groaned, dragging the chair closer. He sank into it, spreading his legs wide, gripping the arms.

Callie straddled him backwards, her thighs trembling slightly with the effort. She braced herself against the edge of the oak desk, bending forward slightly to accommodate her massive belly. The chair squeaked under their combined weight.

"Fuck, you look so good like this," Matt groaned, running his hands over the broad curve of her belly, stroking reverently. "So full... so ready."

She angled herself and sank down slowly, gasping as his cock pushed against her stretched, soaked entrance. The chair rocked slightly as she adjusted.

"Nnngh... Matt..." she whimpered, lowering herself inch by inch.

"That's it, baby," he growled, leaning forward to kiss her nape, his hands smoothing up her sides. "Ride me... nice and slow... let me feel all of it."

Callie moaned deeply, grinding down onto him. She moved slowly, her hips circling, the swollen head of his cock brushing that perfect spot inside her again and again.

Matt's mouth worshiped every inch he could reach—the curve of her shoulder, the dip of her spine, the damp curls at the nape of her neck.

"Mmm... you’re so fucking tight," he panted, nipping gently at her shoulder.

"Hhhnnghh... Matt... the baby's moving lower... I can feel it..." she groaned, her hands gripping the desk harder.

Matt rubbed her belly with broad, reverent strokes. "That's it, baby. Ride me down... make that big belly bounce for me."

Callie gasped, rocking faster, the heavy roundness of her belly shifting with every bounce, brushing lightly against the desk.

"God, you’re so beautiful," Matt moaned, thrusting up into her, the chair creaking beneath them.

"Mmmph... you feel so good inside... so deep..." she whimpered, her voice breaking into high, desperate pants.

Matt's hands found her breasts, squeezing gently, thumbing her leaking nipples. Milk sprayed against his hands, slick and hot.

"Fuck, you're made for this," he groaned. "Made to carry my babies... birth them right here while you’re creaming all over my cock."

Callie cried out, her back arching as she rode him harder. The desk shuddered under her grip.

"Oh god, Matt... Matt... I’m so close... I’m gonna—"

"Cum for me, baby," he growled against her neck. "Squeeze me while you cum, fill that tight little pussy with my cock."

Callie moaned loudly, biting her lip hard to stifle it. Feeling her clamp down on him, Matt growled low in his throat, gripping her hips with strong hands. He took over, thrusting up into her with steady, deep strokes, matching the tremble of her tightening body. "That's it, baby," he breathed against her back, his voice thick. "Let me feel you... let me carry you through it."

She shuddered violently, the pressure in her pelvis growing unbearable, her swollen pussy grinding down hard against him—and then, with a sudden gush, her waters exploded, soaking Matt's lap and the chair beneath them.

"Aaaahhhhh God! YES!" Callie screamed, throwing her head back, her body locking around him.

"Oooooohhhh!!!" Matt groaned out, his hips jerking up hard as he came fiercely, thick streams of cum spilling into her trembling body, his hands gripping her hips desperately as the chair squealed under the force of their release.

"That's it, baby," he panted. "Cum on me... fuck... you're so fucking good..."

Callie's orgasm rolled through her in heavy, blinding waves. Her moans and gasps echoed off the walls, her hands slamming onto the desk for support.

Matt thrust up harder, riding his own release. With a low, guttural groan, he continued to spill deep inside her, filling her stretched, needy pussy with thick, hot pulses of cum.

"Fuck, baby that's a lot—hhhmmmmm—ooohhh!" Callie says surprised through a contraction. 

They clung to each other, panting, trembling, the chair squeaking as it slowly rocked to a stop. His hands never left her belly, still caressing, still reverent.

"I love you," he whispered against her damp skin.

Callie moaned softly, her body quivering. "I love you too..."

A sharp tightening seized her belly again, even harder than before. She gasped, hips jerking slightly.

Matt cupped her hips, his chest still heaving as he whispered against her back, "Baby, I can feel it... my cock's brushing against our baby's head."

Callie let out a breathless laugh and rested her head back against his neck and shoulder, their bodies still trembling together. She chuckled again through a contraction, her hips instinctively grinding down.

"Mmmph... I need to push," she panted.

Matt began to lift her gently, but she shook her head quickly. "No... I want to try pushing while you're still inside me," she gasped.

His softened cock twitched inside her, already thickening again despite just finishing. Callie began to rock her hips slowly, feeling him stiffen, her body urging her to push as pressure built deep inside her pelvis.

Callie bore down slowly, groaning through clenched teeth as her swollen pussy clenched around Matt’s cock. Her head rested heavily on his shoulder, her hands gripping the edge of the desk in front of them for leverage.

"Nnnnnghhh... oh God... Matt..."

Her hips rolled with instinct, pressure mounting deep in her pelvis. The chair rocked beneath them as she pushed, the intense strain in her voice unmistakable.

Matt cradled her hips, kissing the back of her neck. "That’s it, baby... slow... feel it all... I got you."

"Hoooo... hooo... hooo..." she panted, shaking all over. The pressure surged again.

"Here it comes... again... nnngh..." she moaned, bearing down harder. Her thighs trembled, belly hard and low. Her clit throbbed against the edge of the chair with each slow rock.

Matt rubbed her belly with one hand while the other gripped her thigh, his cock twitching inside her as her walls pulsed with each contraction.

"You feel so full," he groaned, thrusting up shallowly, adding to the pressure. "I can feel the way your pussy swells every time you push... fuck..."

Callie whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily. "It’s so close... the pressure’s so deep..."

She bore down again, harder this time. Her breath hitched as a long groan slipped from her lips. "Hhhhuuuuuuuuhhh... nnngghhh..."

Matt whispered hotly against her back, "Push through it, baby... feel that big head stretching you."

Callie’s legs shook. A fresh rush of amniotic fluid poured over Matt's lap and down the chair. Her fingers clawed the desk.

"It’s stretching... oooohhhhhh... I can feel it... it’s coming..."

She pushed again. The chair creaked loudly. Her pussy bulged visibly around Matt's thick shaft. He groaned, head back, lost in the heat and intensity.

"Nnngghhh! Oh fuck... Matt... oh god... nnngh!"

He held her firmly as her body convulsed again, another massive push driving the baby deeper. Her labia stretched tightly, and Matt’s cock throbbed in response.

"I think... I think it wants to crown... ohhh God..."

"Let me feel it," he growled. He slid a hand down between them, fingers brushing the slick bulge of the baby’s head pushing through, nestled just behind her pussy lips and over his cock. 

"You’re doing it, baby... fuck... the head is right there..." He whimpers, as he continued his shallow thrusts against the baby's head.

Callie let out a deep, desperate groan, her whole body braced. "Hoooo... hooo... ahhhh! That feels so good!"

"Fuck, baby! Aaahhh... YOU feel so good." He insists as he chased his high. 

Another contraction slammed through her. She screamed, raw and loud, and bore down. Her pussy bulged around the emerging head.

Matt groaned as his cock slipped out, just in time. The baby’s massive head surged forward with a wet squelch.

"FUCK!" he grunted, his cock twitching hard. Cum shot across her ass, splashing over her skin and dribbling down to the baby's neck.

Callie gasped, shivering. "Mmmfff... is it out?"

"Yeah, great job, baby." He says, rubbing the swell of her ass lovingly. 

Matt leaned forward, breathless. His fingers carefully traced around the baby’s head. His heart skipped.

"Shit... there's a cord... hold on, baby. Stop pushing."

Callie whimpered, legs shaking. "I... I can’t..."

"Come on now, baby, just hold on a bit... we need to get this cord off." 

"Hooo hooo hooo hooo," she panted, trying to resist the urge.

Matt worked quickly, but the cord was snug. "Just... one second... don’t push yet."

Callie grunted, her hips trembling as she braced harder on the desk, panting desperately.

"Hooo... hoo hoo... ahhh... hooo..." Callie sobbed, biting her lower lip so hard it trembled. Her hands gripped the desk until her knuckles blanched. "Matt, please... I can feel the next contraction coming hooo hooo... it’s right there..."

Her whole body quivered as another ripple of pressure teased through her pelvis. Her thighs shook, fluids trickling steadily down her legs. She tried to lift one heel slightly to ease the burn.

"There we go... got it, baby," Matt said, voice tight with focus as he slipped two fingers between the baby's neck and the cord. "Just a little more... fuck, it's tight... almost there... okay... okay... it's coming loose... hang on, sweetheart... I've almost got it..."

"Hoooo... ahhh... oooohhhh please... hurry, baby... I can’t... hold it much longer..." she wailed, her voice catching at the edge of sobs and gasps. Her back arched, her belly spasming hard as she tried everything she could to resist bearing down again.

Matt's fingers worked desperately, sweat dripping down his temple. "I’ve almost got it, baby... just another second... almost there..."

With one hand still working the cord, he brought the other to her clit, rubbing slow, firm circles, coaxing her to breathe, to stay steady. "You’re doing so good," he murmured, his voice tight and low. He alternated between stroking her belly, brushing the fullness of her leaking breast, and slipping back down to rub her swollen clit. "Come on, baby, just breathe through it. I’ve got you... I’ve got both of you..."

With a final twist and tug, Matt slipped the tight cord free from around the baby's neck, exhaling in sharp relief. "Okay, baby, next contraction... push."

Callie was already bracing herself, eyes wide and panting. "Hooo... hooo..."

"Nice and slo—"

She pushed before he finished the word, her whole body surging forward with the effort. "NNNNNGHHHH!"

A wet, explosive gush burst between her thighs as the baby’s shoulders and chest shot free. Fluids sprayed against Matt's chest and dribbled down over his lap. Her pussy was stretched impossibly wide, quivering and trembling, struggling to contain the sheer size of what had just passed.

"Oh fuck!" Matt gasped, trying to steady her. "That was... Jesus, baby..."

The sight of her pussy still stretched to its absolute limit, lips trembling around their baby's massive chest, made Matt hard all over again. His cock swelled quickly as he positioned himself behind her, gently nudging the slick head against her puckered back entrance.

Callie laughed breathlessly mid-push, head bowed against her arms on the desk. "You really can't help yourself, huh?"

"Not when you're like this... God, you're perfect," Matt growled.

She gave a strained chuckle through her panting. "Stick it in, baby... I’ll hold the stretch."

Matt grunted as he pressed into her tight hole, her ass opening slowly around him. Her whole body tensed, but her moan was thick with pleasure.

"Ooooh... fuck... yes..." Callie gasped.

Matt held onto her hips, his other hand returning to her belly and then down to her clit, rubbing in slow, precise circles.

Callie whimpered as she pushed again. "Nnnnghh... oh God... it's so much... I love it..."

Matt thrust gently, shallow strokes as she bore down around the massive baby and his cock. Her body convulsed with effort and arousal.

"That’s it... that’s it... come on, baby... ride the push..."

Callie cried out, her legs shaking. "I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna cum... Matt...!"

She screamed through clenched teeth as a gush of fluid and slick warmth sprayed beneath them—a mix of her orgasm and the remaining amniotic fluid. Her pussy clenched hard, and the rest of the baby slipped free into Matt’s waiting hands.

He caught the huge, wet newborn carefully, still deep inside her ass, guiding the slippery weight upward to Callie's waiting hands.

Matt's breath was ragged as he whispered, "You did it, baby... look at our big one..."

Callie collapsed slowly against him, letting her weight fall into his chest. His cock still rested deep in her ass, twitching occasionally as her body trembled in aftershocks. She adjusted the newborn against her chest, guiding the baby toward her breast. As soon as the tiny mouth latched, her body softened even more, a deep, shaky exhale escaping her lips.

Matt kissed her shoulder, still holding her close. "You okay, mama?"

"Better than okay," she murmured, her voice warm and thick with satisfaction. "I feel amazing."

Her belly, while still heavy but slightly deflated, shifted gently with each breath. Matt ran his hand over it reverently, then slid it up to cup her breast as the baby suckled. He grinned, breath catching.

"You still feel so full... even after that."

Callie chuckled, nuzzling his cheek. "You still inside me?"

"Still hard inside you," he said with a smug smile. "Think I could stay like this forever."

She sighed in contentment. "I don’t think I’m letting you pull out anytime soon."

Callie moaned softly as her body relaxed into Matt’s, her newborn nursing peacefully at her breast. But then her breath hitched again. Her belly, still huge despite the delivery, visibly tightened beneath Matt's hand.

He looked down, brows drawing together. "Is that the afterbirth already?"

She shook her head slowly. "No..."

Matt blinked, feeling the shift deep in her body, his cock still lodged in her ass. His eyes widened. "Wait... was that...?"

They both said it at the same time: "Uh oh."

A beat of stunned silence passed. Then they both laughed softly.

"That’s another head... hoo hoo oh yeah,. that's another heeeeeaaaaddd—haaa...," Callie panted, brows furrowed in disbelief, pleasure still tingling through her thighs.

Matt rubbed her firm, contracting belly, awe in his voice. "It feels just as massive as the first one..."

Callie moaned through a deep breath as the baby at her breast suckled sleepily. Her hips rocked slightly, grinding back against him. His cock, still buried in her tight ass, twitched with interest.

"You okay?" he asked, kissing her neck.

She chuckled, the sound husky. "Better than. Keep rocking, baby."

Matt started a slow rhythm, shallow thrusts upward as Callie rolled her hips down in sync. The chair squeaked faintly beneath them.

"Mmmph..." she sighed, head leaning back into his shoulder. "That’s it... keep going..."

His hand slid up her belly, fingers spreading over the taut curve. With every movement, they felt the descending baby shift and grind forward. He reached around with his free hand, brushing her swollen clit.

She whimpered, the sensation overwhelming. "Oooohhh Matt... that’s so fucking good..."

The rhythm stayed slow, purposeful. Each time she bore down slightly, his cock rubbed against her inner wall, sending shocks of pleasure that danced alongside the pressure of the second baby descending.

"You’re amazing," he whispered, licking a long, slow trail along her spine. "Taking all of me... again... while you’re still stretched from the first."

Callie rocked harder. "I want to feel it all. Don’t stop."

His hand returned to her clit, circling with a slick precision that made her moan louder. Her hips started to tremble, the contraction taking over her body with slow, grinding force.

"Haaa... hoo hoo hoo..." Callie panted, her back arching against him. Matt thrust up gently, his cock dragging along her sensitive inner walls, slow and deliberate.

"That's it, baby," he whispered thickly, pressing kisses against her sweaty nape. "Pant it out for me... fuck, you're so tight around me."

Her free breast, heavy and leaking, sprayed in tiny arcs with each shuddering breath while the newborn latched tighter on the other side, sucking rhythmically.

"Nnnnghh... Mmmph... Matt..." Callie whimpered, her body riding the edge of pain and pleasure.

"You feel that head stretching you, baby?" he murmured, grinding up into her steadily. "Fuck, I can feel it, too... right there..."

"Ohhh... yesss..." she groaned, hips rocking down to meet his shallow thrusts. "I'm crowning... oh God, I'm crowning so slow..."

Matt’s fingers teased her clit with slow, delicious circles, never rushing her, coaxing more desperate sounds from her lips.

"Hoooo hooo... haaaa..." she panted, bearing down carefully, the head slowly edging forward, splitting her open achingly slow. She sobbed out a moan when Matt sucked at her shoulder, murmuring praises into her skin.

"You’re doing so fucking good, baby," he growled, grinding deeper, his cock thick and throbbing with need against her spasming body.

The heavy crown pulsed at her entrance, her free breast dripping milk over the chair and his thighs as she fought to control each push, each shallow rock of her hips.

"Mmmmphh... Matt... more... please..."

"Fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry while you birth this huge baby," he groaned, rubbing her belly possessively as they moved together, slow and filthy, while she panted the baby’s head into view.

Callie's free hand instinctively moved down to cup the bulging head as it edged out, her fingers trembling with effort and pleasure. Matt thrust up into her shallowly, whining softly against her skin, overwhelmed by the tightness and heat.

Suddenly, a firm rap sounded on the door.

"You two doing okay in there?" came the nurse's voice, muffled but worried.

Callie continued panting heavily, focusing on the crown. Matt barely glanced at the door, yelling back, "We're good! Just... we've got another baby! A surprise twin! We’ve got it from here!"

There was a long pause, then the faint sound of the nurse's whispered, "Thank God!" as her footsteps retreated.

But as she passed the round window in the door, she couldn't help peeking through the small slit in the curtain. What she saw made her cheeks burn hot—Matt and Callie, mid-birth, mid-fuck, their bodies locked together, heads thrown back, mouths open in matching expressions of raw, unfiltered pleasure, their newborn nursing blissfully at Callie's leaking breast.

The nurse, cheeks flaming, hesitated for a moment at the door. Then, unable to resist, she pulled out her phone and quietly filmed through the small slit in the curtain, capturing the unfiltered, primal beauty of the moment.

Inside the captain's quarters, Callie groaned deeply, the weight of the massive head stretching her wider with each pant. Matt rocked up into her slowly, his cock twitching in her ass, a constant, maddening pressure that kept her teetering between pleasure and overwhelming fullness.

"Mmmm... ahhh... Matt..." she panted, her voice thick and raw. "So big..."

Matt’s hands never left her belly, running reverently over the taut, trembling surface. He kissed her shoulder, moaning helplessly into her sweat-slicked skin. "You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. So full for me."

The newborn continued to nurse hungrily at her breast, pulling fast and hard, while Callie's free breast sprayed thin arcs of milk over her massive belly, down to her thighs, into Matt’s thighs and the soaked chair below.

Callie's hand stayed pressed against the crowning head, feeling it slip a little further with every shuddering, panting breath.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo...ooooohhh yeaaah..." she whimpered, hips jerking slightly.

Matt’s cock thrust up into her rhythmically, each movement accompanied by desperate, sloppy sounds from both of them.

"Fuck, baby, you’re milking me..." Matt groaned, grinding deeper into her tight heat.

Callie whimpered brokenly. "Don’t stop... please, don’t stop..."

The crown slowly, achingly edged out. Her pussy strained and wept around the massive head, fluids leaking down in steady streams.

"Nnnnnghhh... mmmph..." she cried out, her hand feeling the slickness around the emerging skull.

Matt bent forward, his mouth hot and desperate on her neck. "Push, baby... ease it out for me... fuck, you’re perfect."

Callie bore down again, her whole body trembling. The head inched out more, the stretching making her sob and moan.

"Haaa... hooo hooo hooo..." she panted, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

Matt's hands caressed her belly lovingly, massaging it with slow, reverent strokes. His other hand slipped between her legs to rub her clit again, coaxing more pleasure from her laboring body.

"Cum for me, baby... cum while you birth our baby..."

Callie's back arched tight against his chest, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her pussy clenched down hard, and she squirted violently, a gush of cum and fluid spraying over Matt's lap and the floor.

The head crowned fully, the widest part slipping past her battered entrance with a wet, heavy squelch.

"Haaaaaaaahhhhh YEEEEESSS!" She moaned loudly and lewdly. 

"Fuuuuck..." Matt groaned, thrusting up harder now, unable to hold back.

"Nnnngh! Matt! Mmmmmmphh!" Callie cried out, shaking all over.

Her body shuddered uncontrollably, and with a few more rocking pushes and loud, desperate moans, the baby's torso started to slip free, more fluid leaking out in hot gushes with each inch of progress.

"That's it, baby," Matt gasped against her ear. "Push it out... fuck, you’re incredible..."

The thick, wet squelching sounds of the baby sliding free filled the room, punctuated by Callie's high, breathless cries and Matt's guttural, desperate groans.

"Hnnnnghhh! Ahhh! Hoo hoo hoo hoo!" Callie gasped, her hips rocking against him uncontrollably.

"Fuuuck, baby... oh God... just like that..." Matt moaned, his voice cracking with the effort to hold back.

The chair creaked and squealed beneath them, matching the rhythm of their panting, grinding bodies.

"Haaaaa... hooo... hooo... oooohhhhhh fuuuuck..." Callie whimpered, her entire body trembling.

"Ohhhhhh fuck, yes baby, squeeze me, stretch around it, goddamn..." Matt hissed, burying his face into her damp shoulder as the baby's shoulders began to ease through, accompanied by more gushes and slippery sounds, filling the small room with their raw, messy ecstasy.

Callie’s body locked up, trembling violently. She cried out, her pussy clenching around the massive head and shoulders still slipping free. "Matt! Matt! I'm cumming!" she sobbed, grinding down hard.

Matt let out a strangled groan, thrusting up deep one final time before his cock spasmed inside her, pumping his release into her ass.

Their cries blended into a single, shuddering climax, Callie squirting hard again, soaking both of them and the chair below.

Still gasping, Callie leaned forward instinctively, reaching down to support the huge, slippery baby as it slid free into her arms. She guided the newborn up to her free breast, where it latched almost instantly, joining its sibling nursing greedily.

They stayed there, breathing heavily in the thick, humid air of the captain's cabin, Matt still buried deep inside her, his arms wrapped tight around her trembling body.

Moments later, Callie felt another pressure wave. "Hhhhnngh... need to push again..."

Matt's hand found the cords trailing from between her thighs, giving a gentle, careful pull as Callie bore down, gasping.

"Mmmmmmphh!" she moaned, squirting again as the afterbirth slipped free, leaving her shaking with the overwhelming pleasure.

She collapsed back against Matt's chest, utterly spent, nursing both their new babies, her body heaving with deep, satisfied pants. Matt kissed her shoulder, then the back of her neck, whispering low praises, neither of them moving from the tangle of sweaty limbs and raw satisfaction they had become.

The nurse's recording hand trembled slightly outside the door, unable to tear her eyes from the raw, overwhelming spectacle unfolding through the slit in the curtain.

The nurse stood frozen outside the door, her phone trembling in her hand. She had meant to deliver towels and blankets, but instead, she stood there capturing every second of the raw, primal scene. Her heart pounded in her ears as she finally dropped the towels, unable to focus on anything else.

She clutched her phone tightly and hurried down the corridor, her shoes squeaking against the ferry floor. She darted into the small bathroom at the far end, locking the door behind her with shaking hands.

With a deep breath, she slid her phone out and propped it against the small counter, angling it perfectly toward the toilet. She pulled her air pods from her pocket and jammed them into her ears, heart racing as she replayed the video.

Callie's guttural moans and Matt's deep, broken groans filled her head, making her knees weak. The nurse lifted the hem of her skirt, her trembling hand already sliding between her thighs.

She rubbed herself frantically, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants. The cramped bathroom, the rocking ferry, the small screen showing Callie crowned and nursing—it overwhelmed her senses.

A sharp, feral need gripped her. She paused, an idea flashing across her lust-fogged mind. She wanted to feel like that, too.

Heart hammering, she paused the video, grabbed one of the heavy blankets she'd dropped. She stuffed it with the towels under her dress, bulking it out around her middle until she looked heavily, achingly pregnant. She tied the corners tight at her back to keep the makeshift "belly" in place.

The weight of it pressed against her thighs, awkward and perfect. Angled perfectly to put just enough pressure on her mound. 

She sat down heavily on the toilet, propping her legs up against the counter, cramped and breathless, positioning herself exactly like she imagined Callie had been moments earlier.

She tapped on her airpods and the video played on loop in front of her—Matt thrusting up into Callie, her huge belly quivering, both of them crying out in pleasure as the baby's head crowned.

The nurse slid two fingers inside herself, moaning brokenly. Her other hand roamed up to caress the fake belly, pretending to feel a contraction building.

"Hoo hoo hoo... ahhh..." she whispered to herself, mimicking the sounds Callie made, lost in her fantasy.

She worked her clit in tight, fast circles, pretending she could feel a baby's head bearing down through her. Her body shook as she imagined herself bulging, stretching, nursing her own newborn while another crowned between her thighs.

She panted harder, eyes locked on the video as Callie screamed and the head finally slipped free.

"Nnnnghh... oh fuuuuck..." the nurse gasped, her fingers thrusting faster, her hips jerking uncontrollably.

When Matt caught the baby and Callie slumped against him, the nurse cried out softly, climaxing hard, her body convulsing against the fake pregnant mound she had created.

She slumped back, gasping, still trembling, her thighs soaked with arousal, the video still playing in front of her.

The nurse spent several minutes alone in the cramped bathroom, trying to calm her racing heart. Her thighs were sticky and trembling, her fake "pregnant" belly sagging awkwardly under her dress now that her frenzy had subsided. She finally wiped herself clean, bundled the damp towels back into her arms, and hurried barefoot down the narrow corridor, cheeks still flushed and hands unsteady.

When she returned to the captain’s quarters, she found the door slightly ajar. She pushed it open quietly and peeked inside.

Callie was perched on the side of the captain’s bed, now dressed in a fresh, loose linen dress. Her hair clung damply to her forehead, and she looked exhausted but serene, breastfeeding the one-year-old she had strapped against her chest. The newborn twins lay sleeping peacefully beside her on the bed, swaddled tightly in spare blankets.

Matt was standing nearby, wearing his trousers and shirt again but barefoot, his shoes and socks sitting forgotten by the desk. He was carefully folding the remaining underpads and bundling their used towels into a laundry bag.

The nurse swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus. She quickly moved into the room, murmuring that she could help, unable to meet either of their eyes.

"I can... fetch your kids if you’d like," she offered a little too quickly, the words stumbling from her mouth. Her hands shook as she gathered up the rest of the supplies, avoiding looking at Matt’s bare feet or Callie’s still-rounded, postpartum belly.

Matt gave her a grateful nod, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. "Thank you," he said warmly. "They’re probably climbing the walls by now."

The nurse mumbled something incoherent and backed out of the room with the laundry in her arms. Once outside, she leaned against the wall and exhaled shakily before making her way to the children’s play area.

Later, when the ferry finally docked, the staff arranged for Callie and the twins to be transported straight to the hospital. Her parents, who had driven ahead to meet them, took the older kids under their care, cooing over the news of the twins while promising to meet their new siblings soon.

At the hospital, Callie was tucked into a wide, comfortable bed with both newborns resting against her chest. Matt sat by her side, holding her hand, his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles across her knuckles.

"You know," Matt said after a long, quiet moment, his voice low and thick with emotion, "I can’t stop thinking about it. About today. About you. I want more."

Callie chuckled, still a little breathless from the last few hours. "You’re insane," she whispered, laughing again when Matt grinned sheepishly.

"I mean it," he said. "God, Callie... seeing you like that. Feeling you like that. There’s nothing hotter on this planet."

She rolled her eyes fondly, but her heart melted in her chest. She shifted the babies gently against her, feeling the stretch marks on her still-heavy belly, the lingering ache between her legs.

"You want more, huh?" she teased. "Maybe next time we make a show of it…. More public."

Matt leaned over and pressed his forehead to hers. "Absolutely," he whispered. "Let the whole damn world see how perfect you are and how beautiful you are crowning and cumming…."

They both laughed quietly…

They stayed like that for a while, grinning against each other’s skin, while the twins nursed contentedly in the dim light of the hospital room.

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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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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.

[underscorezoo]

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