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xillpregnant · 1 month ago

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Silent Arrival

Synopsis:

Sophie has passed her due date and feels the moment is near. At home, with her husband sleeping beside her, she experiences each contraction quietly, trusting her body and her baby. Alone, she faces an intimate, secret birth, feeling every step of the process.

This is a work of fiction and does not aim to be entirely realistic. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!

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It had been four days since Sophie’s due date had come and gone, but she felt no impatience. She liked being pregnant. She cherished every movement, every tiny startle from inside her round belly. It was her first baby, yes—but she wasn’t afraid. She trusted her body, and her baby, and she knew he would come when he decided it was time.

For days now, she had felt something shifting. A new kind of pressure deep in her pelvis, as if her baby had dropped and was now nestled firmly between her hips. Some nights, the Braxton Hicks were so tight they took her breath away for a few seconds. But they always faded like waves pulling back into the sea. Nothing alarming—just her body practicing.

That night, everything felt normal. Ethan was asleep beside her, breathing slow and deep, his heavy sleep a blessing. He always slept through anything, and tonight, Sophie hoped he would do just that. She woke up only slightly thirsty, as usual these last nights. She sat up carefully and rubbed her belly, feeling the baby shift lazily. She smiled to herself, stood up barefoot, and walked quietly to the kitchen in her loose pajamas—a thin cotton tee and soft pants.

The cool water soothed her for a moment. She set the glass down on the counter, and then felt it—a deep, low internal pop. Her eyes opened wide, but her body stayed calm.

“Oh…” she whispered as warmth spilled between her legs.

A slow gush of fluid ran down her thighs, soaking her pants instantly. She stood still, letting her water break freely. No panic. Just a quiet understanding between her and her body. She glanced at the floor and gave a soft smile.

“You’re coming…” she whispered to her baby. “It’s okay… it’s okay…”

She walked to the bathroom slowly, warm liquid still dripping down her legs, her gait wide now from the pressure. She was already feeling the contractions. These were different. Heavier. Deeper. The pain started in her lower back and wrapped around to the front, making her pause and breathe through each wave. But it wasn’t terrible—not yet.

She peeled off her shirt and pants with slow movements. The wet fabric landed on the floor. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself calmly. Her breasts were full, ready. Her enormous belly was round and taut, shining slightly in the dim light. She cupped it with both hands and caressed it gently, comforting her baby—or maybe herself.

“We’re going to do this… you and me… slowly…”

She turned on the shower and let the warm water run down her back. The contractions came steadily now, and with each one, Sophie leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, letting out low moans.

“Mmmmmm… aaaaahhh… oooohhh…”

Each moan was soft, intimate. When the pain got sharper, she squatted, rocking her hips slowly. It hurt, yes—but she said it quietly, as if it were a secret.

“Oh… yes… yes, it hurts…” she gasped once, squeezing her eyes shut.

She ran her hands over her belly, as if calming the baby again, whispering softly.

“Don’t rush… we’re going to do it right…”

A stronger contraction doubled her over. She gasped, gripping the wall.

“Uuuuuuhhhhhh… God… this is moving fast…”

The heat of the water helped. She didn’t know how long she stayed there. Time dissolved. Only when the waves started spacing a little did she take a deep breath and step out carefully, drying herself with slow movements.

Still naked, she sat on the toilet, catching her breath. Another strong contraction hit her there. She leaned forward, moaning quietly.

“Uuuuuhhhh…”

She felt the pressure building again. The urge to push—it was there, low and primal. She clenched her thighs, resisting it.

“Not yet… not yet…” she whispered through panting lips, gripping the edge of the sink for support. Her fingers trembled. Her belly was rock-hard with the next wave. She rocked slightly, trying to ease the urge.

Her body wanted to push. But her mind said wait.

Finally, the pressure faded just a little. She stood, trembling, and returned to the dark bedroom. Ethan was still asleep, completely unaware, breathing deeply. Sophie smiled faintly. His heavy sleep is a blessing, she thought. It allowed her this secret.

She chose her favorite nightgown—loose, airy, short. It barely covered her bottom. She picked up a pair of underwear, but paused. Why bother?

“No,” she murmured. “I don’t need them…”

She slipped into bed slowly, her back to Ethan. She bent one leg, resting it lightly on the mattress. Her labia felt swollen, sensitive. The heat between her thighs wasn’t just from contractions anymore. Instinctively, she slid her fingers down, gently touching. A little deeper—two fingers, moving rhythmically. Searching for relief.

She moaned softly into the pillow, lips parted.

“Mmmmmm… ohhhh… uuuuhhh… yes… oh… baby…”

Then, it changed. She felt it.

A new pressure—deep, undeniable. Her baby was descending. She had passed the cervix. She could feel something round and firm with her fingertips.

She pulled her hand away with a shaky exhale.

“You’re coming down… you’re in my birth canal now, baby…” she whispered. “You’re big… oh God… you’re so big…”

A contraction made her open her legs wider, but it still wasn’t comfortable.

Instinctively, she turned toward Ethan. She lifted one leg over his hip, as if simply adjusting in her sleep. He didn’t stir.

She breathed again, low and quiet.

“Ahhhhhh… ooooooohhhh…”

She wasn’t touching herself anymore. She just breathed, and pushed gently. She knew if she pushed too hard, Ethan might hear. So she only bore down when the contractions came. The baby moved down… and then slipped back when she stopped. And she loved it.

“Mmmm… oh… like that… slowly…”

She felt the ring of fire begin. It burned. Her vulva stretched, pulled tight. The head was starting to show between her lips. Every push made it bulge… every pause let it slip back.

“Uuuuuhhhh… ohhhhhh…” she gasped. “God… it burns… but I like it…”

She didn’t want it to end. She had dreamed of this—a birth like this. Secret. Controlled. Entirely hers. Quiet, calm. Beside Ethan, but hidden from him. She had fantasized about this for months.

“My birth… my rules…” she whispered.

But then, a contraction overtook her. She couldn’t resist. She pushed harder. The baby bulged fully, and then—it happened.

The ring of fire exploded into a wave of heat. The baby’s head crowned completely, stretching her to the limit. A warm gush soaked the bed.

“AAAHHHHhhh…” she cried out—too loud. Ethan stirred.

“Sophie? What was that? Are you okay?”

She placed a hand on his chest.

“Don’t move my leg… don’t move it…” she said with a trembling voice.

“What? What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

“Look between my legs…”

Still dazed, Ethan lifted the covers. His eyes went wide. Holding her leg up with one hand, he stared at the baby’s head, fully crowned, glistening between her thighs.

“Oh my God, Sophie! Are you… are you giving birth?!”

She smiled, panting.

“Yes… but don’t yell… I’m okay… I’m okay…”

“What do I do? Do we go to the hospital?” he asked, panicked.

“No. No time. He’s coming… now…” she gasped, holding back another push. “Just help me turn over…”

Ethan helped her onto all fours on the bed, her gown bunched up, the baby’s head still between her thighs. She was breathing fast, groaning low.

“Uuuuuhhhh… he’s coming… he’s coming…”

“What do I do? Tell me, baby,” Ethan said behind her, hands trembling.

“Catch him… but don’t pull… just… let him come…”

The next contraction crashed over her. Sophie groaned, her hips rocking back as she pushed.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH… uuuhhhhhhh… oh yes… YES…”

Ethan watched as the baby’s head turned slightly. The shoulders were pressing forward. Sophie arched her back and cried out.

“AAAAAAHHHhhhhh… he’s coming out!”

Ethan held his breath as one shoulder slipped out… then the other… and then the whole warm, slippery body slid into his hands.

It was fast, wet, and overwhelming.

“I’ve got him! Sophie, I’ve got him!”

She collapsed on her side, arms trembling. Tears ran down her cheeks.

“Is he okay? Is he crying?”

And then—the sound filled the room. A loud, perfect newborn cry.

Ethan, eyes wet, held their baby in both hands, still connected to Sophie by the cord. He brought him to her chest, and she cradled him gently in her arms.

“Hi…” she whispered through tears, stroking his wet head. “Hi, my love… you’re here…”

Ethan knelt beside them, speechless, overcome.

“Sophie… why didn’t you tell me?”

She looked up at him with a tired, radiant smile.

“I wanted this… my way… quiet… feeling everything… without fear…”

He kissed her forehead.

“You’re incredible.”

THE END.

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#birth kink #labor kink #giving birth #labor pain #labor and delivery

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xillpregnant · 1 month ago

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I'm back

Hey everyone—just dropping in to say that I’m finally back. Things have been a little hectic lately; I’ve been busy working on some commission pieces and other writings that will be released soon (can’t wait to share them!). On top of that, my PC decided to give up on life and is still out of commission, but hey, here I am again.

Lately, I’ve been really wanting to get back into roleplaying too. So if anyone’s interested, I’d love to start something new. My only request is that replies are at least a bit detailed—no need for full-on novels, but a couple of solid paragraphs would be amazing. I just enjoy a bit more depth than single-line responses. I’ll also be going through the asks I’ve received here on Tumblr and replying soon. And if you ever want to request a story, feel free to reach out—I’m always open to ideas and happy to create something for you!

#birth rp #birth roleplay #birth kink #labor kink

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xillpregnant · 2 months ago

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Hi, I’ve been lurking for a little while now and just starting to try out engaging with folks. Your build a birth prompts sounded fun. How about the following…

Female carrier, single birth, in the car stuck in traffic, holding the head, birth denial, orgasmic birth. Maybe husband is also aroused and pulls it out while driving and watching her hold the head in place and playing with herself. Sorry if that’s too much. Anyways, thanks.

HI! This is the first 'request' I've received. Sorry for taking so long to write it. University has kept me very busy. But here it is! I hope you enjoy it!

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Traffic was completely stalled. The red brake lights stretched endlessly ahead of them, glowing through the misted windows. Inside the car, the air felt thick—full of tension… and something else.

Vera was breathing hard, her legs parted slightly from the growing discomfort. Her belly clenched with deep, rolling contractions that she could no longer deny. Each wave hit her like a hot tide, making her close her eyes, grit her teeth, and release a sigh that melted into a moan.

“Another one?” her husband asked, voice laced with concern… and desire. His hands stayed on the wheel, but his eyes flicked toward her, devouring the sight.

Vera nodded, lips parted, her body trembling.

“It’s not happening yet… it shouldn’t be,” she whispered, though she knew it wasn’t true. Her body didn’t lie. It was opening. Preparing.

Her hand slid instinctively between her legs. The pressure there was unbearable, but it wasn’t just pressure. There was something else—something that made her seek relief with slow, tentative motions. Her fingers moved over the fabric of her underwear, trembling.

Her husband swallowed hard. He didn’t speak, but his breathing quickened. He watched her—so close to breaking, yet glowing with heat, her cheeks flushed, her body caught between pain and something dangerously close to pleasure.

“Vera…” he whispered. “Are you…?”

She didn’t answer with words. She arched slightly, eyes closing, panting as she pressed harder. Each movement pulled another moan from her lips, deeper, wetter. She was lost in her body, caught in the storm of contractions and raw, uncontrollable bliss.

He couldn’t resist any longer. One hand stayed on the wheel; the other drifted to her. He barely touched her—he didn’t need to. Just watching her, holding herself, gasping as labor crept closer… it was enough to set him ablaze.

She opened her eyes and met his gaze, her breath catching with lust and tension.

“It’s coming down…” she murmured, trembling. “The pressure is so low…”

And then, her fingers felt it: the firm, round bulge pushing downward. The beginning of birth. Life itself, breaking through in waves of pleasure, fear, and love so intense.

She pulled her fingers out quickly, her hand trembling as she gripped the edge of the seat. Her breath came faster, heavier. Heat radiated from her skin, growing more intense with each passing second, each contraction that seized her from the inside out.

Vera couldn’t believe what her body was doing. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not here. Not now.

But her body didn’t ask for permission. The pressure grew sharper, deeper — unstoppable.

“Ahhh!” she cried out, her voice strained. “It’s coming!”

She felt it — the round, firm pressure of her baby’s head pushing lower, spreading her from within, bulging her underwear. Her body arched involuntarily as a push surged through her, wrenching a gasp from her lips.

“No,no no no,” she panted, wide-eyed.

But her body didn’t care. It moved with ancient, undeniable force. The baby was coming.

“Oh God! I can’t—I can’t stop it!”

The head pressed right to the edge of her entrance now, just shy of crowning. Her muscles trembled violently.

“It burns!” she cried, her voice breaking between pain and disbelief.

Desperate, Vera pressed the palm of her hand firmly between her thighs, against the bulging swell of her lips, trying to hold back what her body was demanding to release. Her other hand moved between her legs, instinctively, finding her clit, trying to soothe the pain, to ground herself in some small control over the fire inside her.

“Aaaah! It’s too much!”

She was soaked — sweat, tears, her body’s own fluids — flooding the seat beneath her. The pressure was unbearable, but she held, held as long as she could.

And then — her body pushed.

The baby crowned. Fully. Unstoppably.

A guttural cry broke from her chest, not just from pain — but from something deeper. Pleasure.

“Ohhhhhh—!” she wailed, as fluid burst from her, soaking the seat. Vera’s body trembled, the pressure still intense, but the moment of truth had arrived. She could feel the head fully crowned, the last inch of her baby’s body emerging.

With one final effort, Vera gently moved aside the fabric of her underwear, making space for the baby to move forward. Her body tensed, and the last push came like a wave of natural power.

The first shoulder of the baby passed. The second followed immediately, and then, with surprising ease, the little body slipped out. Vera felt it — the softness of the skin, the weight, the warmth of her child finally outside her womb.

A deep sigh escaped her lips. It wasn’t just the pain she felt, but an intense sense of relief, love, and awe. Her baby, so long awaited, was now in her hands.

Vera held him gently, gazing at the little being who had grown inside her, her eyes shining with emotion and tears. "We did it…" she murmured, her voice broken by the pure love flooding her heart. "Welcome to the world, little one."

THE END

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#birth denial #birth kink #giving birth #labor kink #labor and delivery #clothing birth #public labor #labor pain

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xillpregnant · 3 months ago

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Deliverance Park

World count: 1K

Synopsis: Emma and Sarah have been inseparable since childhood, sharing joys, heartbreaks, and now the most life-changing moment of all: the birth of Emma’s twins. But when labor begins, Emma refuses to stay confined indoors. Driven by instinct, she decides to give birth outside, beneath the night sky in a nearby park.

This is a work of fiction and does not aim to be entirely realistic. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!

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Emma and Sarah had been inseparable since childhood. They had shared laughter, sleepless nights, and heartbreaks, and now they shared the small apartment where they lived together. Sarah had been the first to know about Emma’s pregnancy and, ever since, had been by her side for every ultrasound, every late-night craving, and every fear. Emma couldn’t imagine anyone else with her for this moment—the birth of her children.

When contractions started around 11 p.m., Emma was already used to the discomfort of the past few weeks, but this felt different. A deep pull in her lower belly made her stop in her tracks in the middle of the living room. A second later, a shiver ran down her spine as she felt an internal snap, followed by a warm gush of liquid trickling down her thighs.

"Sarah… " she gasped, eyes wide.

Sarah looked up from her book, immediately alert as she saw the growing puddle beneath her friend.

"Emma, your water… I’ll get everything ready for the birth, just like we planned. " Sarah stood up right away, moving toward her.

Emma shook her head urgently, breathing heavily. "No, I don’t want to be trapped between four walls. It suffocates me. I need to move, I need fresh air. Let’s go to the park."

Sarah hesitated for a moment, but she knew Emma well enough to understand she wouldn’t change her mind. Without wasting any more time, she grabbed blankets, towels, and everything they would need, then helped Emma out of the apartment.

However, halfway there, Emma had to stop, doubling over with a strangled moan.

"Ahh… OH GOD! " She clung to Sarah’s arm as her belly tightened like a rock.

"Breathe, Emma. You’re doing great. "Sarah held her firmly " I’ve got you."

Every few steps, Emma had to stop again, bending forward as the pain took over. Her body trembled with each wave of pressure. Sarah worried about how far along she was. She wasn’t a doctor, but she had done her research. During one of the pauses, she helped Emma lean against a streetlight and, without hesitation, lifted the hem of her dress, pulled aside the damp fabric of her underwear, and carefully slipped her fingers in to check. The moment she felt something firm and round pushing downward, her eyes widened.

"Emma… " Sarah swallowed hard "You’re almost fully dilated… I can feel the head. "

Emma gasped, her legs shaking.

"Sarah, I can’t… I need to push!"

"Not here. We’re almost there, just hold on a little longer."

With great effort, Emma managed the last few steps to the park. Sarah found a secluded spot under a large tree with an old swing and spread the blankets on the ground. But Emma didn’t lie down. Her body demanded movement. She clung to the tree trunk, her nails digging into the rough bark as a brutal contraction tore through her.

"AAAAH! "she roared, feeling an intense, burning stretch. The contractions slammed into her with overwhelming force. Emma could feel her skin stretching to its limit as the baby’s head began to crown. With each push, the burning sensation intensified, the pressure unrelenting.

"You’re doing amazing. I can see the head! "Sarah’s voice was full of awe and excitement as she positioned her hands, ready to catch the baby.

Emma sobbed, her body opening even more.

"It burns! Oh God, I can’t!"

"Just a little more. One more push."

With a final, desperate effort, Emma screamed, feeling the wet snap as the baby slipped free. Sarah caught the newborn with steady hands, quickly wrapping him in a blanket.

"It’s a beautiful baby boy!"

Emma, trembling and breathless, collapsed to her knees. Tears of relief streamed down her face as she reached for her son. But then—her relief vanished. Her belly was still tight. The pressure hadn’t faded.

"Sarah! " Her voice trembled, eyes wide with panic "The another one!"

Sarah’s face turned alarmed as she looked at her still-rounded stomach. Emma was utterly exhausted, but the second baby still needed to be born. Yet the contractions had weakened. Emma, desperate, started pushing without waiting for another wave of pressure, but all she did was tire herself further.

"Come on, come out! " she cried, tears streaming down her face.

"Emma, not like this. Pushing without contractions won’t help. " Sarah tried to calm her, but Emma was frantic.

Then Sarah remembered what she had read about stimulation. Without hesitation, she first helped Emma change position, having her sit on the swing that hung from the tree. She unbuttoned the top of Emma’s dress and began massaging her nipples, rolling and pinching them gently. At the same time, she pressed key points between Emma’s legs, applying firm pressure. Emma gasped, clutching the swing’s chains, her body slowly responding.

Suddenly, another internal snap made her jolt. A second gush of warm liquid soaked her thighs and the blanket beneath her.

"Ahhh! It’s coming! " Emma screamed. Her body tensed again as the second baby’s head started to emerge, this time with greater difficulty.

"Come on, Emma. Just a little more… " Sarah encouraged her, hands ready.

"It’s tearing me apart! " Emma roared, gripping the swing’s chains tightly. She felt like she was splitting in two.

Sarah watched as Emma’s skin stretched to the max, carefully supporting the baby’s head as it slowly crowned.

"Take it slow. Push when you feel ready. " Sarah whispered, guiding her.

Emma took a deep breath, and with the next push, the head was fully out. Sarah held the baby carefully, waiting for the next surge. The shoulders were the hardest part, but with one final, agonizing cry, the baby slipped free into Sarah’s hands.

The newborn took a deep breath, then let out a loud cry. Sarah laughed through her tears, placing the baby against Emma’s chest.

"You did it… " she whispered, pressing a proud kiss to her forehead.

Emma, exhausted but overwhelmed with joy, held both of her babies close, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. It had been the most intense moment of her life—but also the most beautiful. She looked at Sarah, her eyes shining with tears, and smiled weakly.

"Thank you… for being here with me."

Sarah hugged her gently, whispering into her ear:

"I’ll always be here. You’re my best friend."

The End.

#birth kink #birth denial #labor kink #labor pain #giving birth #public labor

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xillpregnant · 3 months ago

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I really want a couple of ideas to write about that c:

Build a birth

Gender of the carrier

🧍‍♀️female

🧍‍♂️male

🧍nonbinary

How many babies

1️⃣ Singelton

2️⃣ Twins

3️⃣ Triplets

4️⃣ Quads

#️⃣ other (specify)

Where is the the birth

🚙 car

🏡 home

🏖 beach

🌲 wood

🏕 tent

🚜 farm

⛪️ chruch

🏚 run down house

🚍 bus

🏥 hospital

Typ of birth

🍼 human

🥚 egg

❔️ something else

Complication

👣 breech

⏳️ overdue

🐢 prolonged birth

💪 shoulders get stuck

🌡 high fever

🤮 abnormal nausea

Matter of denial

🤲 pushing the baby back in

🪢 legs tied together

🔒 castity belt

💊 medication

🩲 tight clothing

🪄 magic/curse

🔌plug/toy

👐 holding the head

🛑 refusing to push

🚩 forced denial

🏳 wanted denial

Position

🪑sitting

🛏 laying

🛁 water birth

🙇‍♀️ all fours

🧍‍♀️ standing

🦵 sqatting

🧎‍♀️ kneeling

Who helps during the birth

🧑 brother

👨 father

👨‍💼 partner

👧 sister

👩 mother

👩‍⚕️ midwife

👨‍⚕️ doctor

👱 stranger

How big are the babys or baby

🐳 big

🏀 normal

🐭 small

Bonus

⚡️ rapid pregnancy/rapid birth

🤩 orgasmic birth

🎚 macrosomia (over 10 kilos)

🤫 secret pregnancy

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xillpregnant · 3 months ago

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birth asks!

feel free to share and send asks:)

Where would you want to give birth? (home, hospital, water, etc.)

How long would you want to push for?

How long would you want to labor?

What position would you want to give birth in? (laying down, all fours, squatting, etc.)

Naked or clothed?

Hands on or hands off?

Would you want to be quiet or vocal?

One baby or multiples?

Would you want to experience an orgasmic birth?

Assisted or unassisted? (by a midwife, etc.)

Head first or breech birth?

Would you want to give birth alone or with someone?

Overdue or on time baby?

What's your ideal birth scenario?

Would you want someone coaching you while pushing?

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xillpregnant · 4 months ago

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Amelia's Journey: Three Miracles in One Afternoon

+18 Graphic Depictions of Birth, Contractions, Childbirth Pain, Sexual Themes, Birth Denial, Multiple Births

World count: 5k+

This is my first writing here on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it! If you have any ideas for future writings, feel free to share them—I’d be happy to write them!

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Amelia was at a critical point, overdue and ready to give birth at any moment. Her belly, now round and heavy, was a constant presence, a reminder of the three little ones growing inside her.

Every morning, upon waking up, she felt extra pressure in the lower part of her abdomen, as if the lives inside her were about to burst out at any moment. Physical exhaustion was already a familiar companion: her feet were swollen, and her breasts, always sensitive, were now fuller and heavier than ever. Breast milk had already begun to produce, and Amelia had grown used to the feeling of her full, heavy breasts.

That afternoon, Amelia stood in front of the mirror, carefully observing her abdomen. The taut, shiny skin was becoming increasingly evident, marked with fine lines that indicated the expansion of her body to make room for the three children she carried.

After a moment of introspection, Amelia decided to take a warm bath to relax. She slowly undressed, admiring her reflection in the mirror. Her belly was round and prominent, and her breasts were larger and more sensitive than ever. She felt drawn to her own reflection, admiring how her body had transformed.

As she immersed herself in the hot water, Amelia allowed her hand to explore her body. She began to caress her breasts, feeling how the skin tightened under her touch. Her nipples hardened, and Amelia felt a shiver run down her back. Breast milk began to flow gently.

With a more intimate movement, Amelia allowed her hand to slide towards her vagina. Her fingers glided smoothly over her lips, feeling the moisture and warmth of her body. Amelia began to move her hand with more intensity, touching her clitoris and feeling how pleasure grew inside her. Each movement was like a caress that made her feel alive and connected to her own body.

Just as Amelia began to feel greater pleasure, the babies inside her seemed to wake up. They began to move with more force, their soft but insistent kicks like a rhythm accompanying her breathing.

As she continued masturbating, the movements of the babies became more intense. They seemed to be dancing to the rhythm of her pleasure. The hot water seemed to envelop her in a layer of sensuality, and each movement was like an explosion of pleasure inside her.

Finally, when Amelia was about to reach climax, she began to feel a different sensation. Her body tensed, and a soft but firm contraction ran through her abdomen. Amelia paused for a moment, feeling how her body reacted. The contraction intensified, and Amelia knew something was changing. The babies seemed ready to be born, and her body was preparing for labor.

Amelia got out of the bathtub with slow and calculated movements. She dried herself calmly, feeling the slight tickle of water dripping down her skin while her belly pulsed with intermittent tension. She knew her body was preparing, but convinced she still had time, she didn't let herself be rushed.

She opened the closet and took the closest clothes: a soft fabric blouse that barely covered her swollen belly and tight black jeans that, with some effort, she managed to put on. The tight fabric pressed a bit on her abdomen, but she decided to ignore it. "It's just for a while," she told herself, sliding her swollen feet into a pair of comfortable sneakers.

With a mental list in hand, she grabbed the keys and left the house with a firm step. She had to go to the mall before labor progressed too much. "Everything under control," she kept repeating to herself.

She got into her car and started the engine. As she drove, she felt another contraction, this time more defined. It wasn’t too painful, but enough to make her furrow her brow. She let out a sigh and forced herself to relax her shoulders. "It’s normal," she thought, keeping her eyes on the road.

The drive was short, but as she went on, the contractions began to follow a more consistent rhythm. They were no longer just a passing annoyance; each one came with a bit more intensity and lasted long enough to make her adjust her posture in the seat. When she finally reached the parking lot of the mall, the pressure in her belly was unmistakable. She maneuvered the car carefully, looking for a spot near the entrance. Just as she turned the wheel to park, a sudden and fierce contraction hit her hard.

“MMMH…!” She gasped, gripping the steering wheel with both hands.

The pain spread throughout her abdomen, leaving her momentarily paralyzed. She shut her eyes tightly, feeling her body tense up completely. Her breathing became erratic as she waited for the wave to pass. But then, a muffled sound and a strange sense of relief surprised her.

An instant later, she felt a sudden warmth and wetness spreading between her legs. The tight fabric of her jeans soaked through in an instant, and a shiver ran down her back. Amelia opened her eyes, stunned, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked down and saw the clear liquid beginning to darken the fabric of her black jeans, trickling down to the car seat.

She was thankful, at least, for choosing black pants; they hid what had just happened quite well. However, the reality was undeniable: her water had broken, and things were progressing faster than she had anticipated.

A sigh escaped her lips as she rested her head against the car headrest. "It wasn’t my best idea to go out..." she thought, but since she was already there, she wasn’t going to leave empty-handed. She still needed supplies, and as long as she could walk, she would make the most of the time.

She mustered up some courage and opened the car door. As soon as her feet hit the ground and she stood up, a new contraction hit her hard, making her bend slightly and let out a soft gasp of pain.

“Ahhhh ooohhhh...” She exhaled, closing her eyes and leaning on the door to steady herself.

The change in pressure as she stood up made the sensation intensify. Her belly felt tense, as hard as a rock, and the sharp pain in her back spread to her hips. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain composure. "Just go in, buy quickly, and go home," she told herself, though deep down she knew her time was running out.

Amelia slowly made her way to the mall entrance, forcing a smile as she tried to ignore the growing discomfort. Each step she took was like a reminder of what was happening inside her body. The contractions were coming more frequently now, and every time the pressure increased, she could feel the baby pushing downward, pressing against her cervix, slowly dilating it. It was as if her body was preparing the ground for what was inevitably going to happen.

As she crossed the threshold of the baby supply store, a new contraction hit her. This time, it wasn’t just an annoyance; the pain concentrated in her pelvis and lower abdomen. Amelia briefly leaned on the shopping cart, gripping it tightly to stay upright. Her eyes closed for a moment as she took a deep breath, and when the contraction passed, she continued on her way, although the discomfort was growing more than she would like to admit.

She began walking through the aisles, quickly picking up what she needed. Gauze, towels, a couple of essential oils... everything she thought would be useful during the home birth. But with every item she put in the cart, the pressure became more unbearable. Each contraction hit her with a new force, and, unintentionally, the pain intensified more and more.

As she bent down to grab a pack of wipes from the lowest shelf, a wave of pain made her stop. The baby seemed to push downward, and the effort of bending down accelerated the process. Amelia clenched her teeth, letting out a stifled sigh. She could feel the weight of the contraction pressing against her cervix, as if it were slowly opening, dilating at its own pace.

When she straightened up, the next contraction hit her harder. The pain ran through her from head to toe, and a sudden heat made her sweat. She leaned against the shelf, breathing heavily as she tried to relax. Every movement, every breath, seemed to make the baby push more and more. The pressure in her pelvis increased, and she knew she didn’t have much time left.

She tried to focus, ignoring the sharp pain that made her feel as though her whole body were giving way. She needed to be prepared, and that could only happen if she collected what she still needed. However, as she bent down again to grab a pack of diapers, she felt as though something inside her was giving way. A sharp pain pierced through her, and her body reacted on its own, pushing forcefully against her cervix, opening it even more.

"Come on, Amelia," she told herself, forcing herself to stay focused. But as she stood up, a new wave of pain almost made her drop to her knees. The process was accelerating, and with every contraction, she felt like her body was pushing her closer to that imminent moment. Every time she bent down, the pain increased, but all she could think about was finishing what she had started, making sure everything was ready when the time came. However, with every movement, the contractions became more intense, and Amelia knew that the birth was not far off. She could no longer ignore it: her babies were already on their way.

Amelia took another step, but this time, the sensation was different. Something changed inside her. The pressure increased to such an extent that, in the middle of a more intense contraction, she felt a strange and definitive sensation. It wasn’t just pressure, nor pain... It was the first baby moving, advancing. She could clearly feel her child’s head passing through her cervix and beginning to descend into the birth canal.

The calm she had managed to maintain up until that point completely shattered. She could no longer ignore what was happening: her baby was about to be born. Her heart rate sped up, and the pain intensified with the feeling that something inevitable was happening inside her.

“No, no, no... not yet,” she thought, trying to keep her composure. She knew she had to make it to the car... no... she needed to get home, to prepare. But the contractions kept coming stronger and closer together, as if her body wasn’t giving her an option. Gravity and her own body seemed to be pushing the baby out without her consent.

She took a breath, inhaled deeply, but the contraction overwhelmed her, and that’s when she felt it: the baby’s head, pushing hard against her vaginal lips. It wasn’t crowning yet, it wasn’t fully out, but there it was, between her lips, waiting to come out.

When she finally reached the checkout, the cashier looked at her, probably unaware of what was happening. His hand was in no hurry to scan the items, and Amelia, unable to control the increasing pressure she felt in her abdomen, began to panic. Every second she stood there, her legs slightly apart to try to relieve herself, was only making the situation worse. The baby was already too low, and her body seemed to be pushing on its own, regardless of the place or the moment.

Amelia, gritting her teeth, tried to keep her composure, but it was impossible. While the cashier, unaware of her suffering, continued with his work, an uncontrollable urge began to course through her body. She opened her legs slightly, almost without realizing it, and without making a sound, she began to push. The pressure increased, along with the burning sensation. Her baby’s head began to stretch her vaginal lips, as if it wanted to come out right away, pushing with every contraction, causing the tight fabric of her jeans to bulge. It was as if her body was on the verge of exploding.

More and more difficult to ignore, Amelia felt her vagina stretching, the burn of the pressure, and the increasing tension in her muscles made her fear what was about to happen. She was on the verge of giving in, of making the big push she needed to bring her first baby into the world. But just at that moment, the young cashier, with his monotonous voice, told her the total.

“That’ll be 82.50…” the cashier said, looking up at her.

Amelia, stunned and with the sharp pain in her body, somehow managed to focus. This couldn’t happen here. She couldn’t give birth in the middle of a mall, surrounded by strangers. She needed to get out of there, at least make it to her car.

With a stifled cry of pain, she squeezed her legs together with all her strength, trying to delay the inevitable. The baby slightly retreated, moving away from the exit with the pressure of the movement. But it didn’t last long; the sensation was so intense that she could barely control her body.

Quickly, still trembling, she extended her hand and handed the card to the cashier, breathing heavily. Her face was pale, cold sweat running down her forehead as she struggled to maintain her composure.

"Here it is..." she managed to say, almost through gritted teeth, hoping the transaction would finish quickly, even though she knew her body couldn’t wait much longer.

Amelia took her items from the counter with trembling hands, feeling time slipping through her fingers. Every movement was a reminder of what her body was about to do. The pain was unbearable, but she still managed to drag herself toward the exit, taking deep breaths as she fought to keep her composure. However, with each step, the pressure began to increase again. The baby pushed hard, and Amelia could feel her vaginal lips opening once more, stretching with every step. The burning was unbearable.

She stopped for a moment, leaning against a column near the mall entrance, breathing heavily. The pain was so strong, so palpable, that it seemed impossible to keep going. But she couldn’t give up. There was only one last effort left: get to her car.

With superhuman strength, she made her way to the parking lot. Upon reaching her vehicle, she threw the bags into the back seat with a swift motion. Her trembling hand gripped the door frame as she tried to sit in the driver's seat, her legs shaking. The urge to push was so strong that she almost gave in to the pressure. She could feel the baby’s head pushing again, and she knew she couldn’t wait much longer.

“No, Amelia, hold on... just a little longer...” she told herself. As she sat down, the feeling of urgency engulfed her completely. The baby seemed determined to come, and the urge to push grew stronger than ever. However, Amelia forced herself to think of home, the place where she wanted to give birth, not here, in her car. Desperately, she buckled her seatbelt and started the car, knowing she had to get home as quickly as possible.

But the baby had no intention of waiting.

As soon as she started driving, the pain increased, and the pressure became almost unbearable. With every movement of her body, the baby pushed downward, advancing rapidly. Amelia let out a soft scream, holding her breath as she drove. At every red light, the contraction hit her hard, and she gasped, trying not to push, struggling to hold the baby in as much as possible. At every stop, she felt the baby’s head moving further down, the crown beginning to form, causing an extreme burning sensation in her intimate area.

The tight jeans she was wearing bulged with each movement of the baby, and the pressure was briefly relieved by the fabric that kept the crown from fully emerging. But that relief was only momentary, because the baby kept pushing, advancing, getting closer to the exit.

Each contraction tore at her, and the urge to push became more and more irresistible. She was alone, trapped in her car, and the thought of waiting until she reached home seemed like an unrealistic fantasy.

With acute pain coursing through her, Amelia felt the need to do something to relieve the pressure. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her tight jeans. The movement allowed her a small respite, and without thinking further, she decided that, at the very least, she could help advance the process. She could no longer stop it.

She breathed deeply, looking at the road with determination. "Just the head," she told herself, "just the head, then I'll make it home." She felt how the baby was pushing with force, as if it knew it was time.

With a muffled cry, she pushed with all the strength her body allowed, a deep, urgent push. She felt how the pressure increased, how her vaginal lips stretched to the maximum, and the burning in her intimate area intensified. The baby wasn't waiting; it was descending rapidly, and Amelia could do nothing but follow her instinct.

Suddenly, the sensation of burning in her vaginal lips reached its peak, and with one last effort, her baby's head finally emerged. A momentary relief washed over her, although the pain didn't disappear completely. The crowning was complete, and the weight of her baby's head was between her legs.

Amelia, with her baby's head now completely out, breathed with difficulty, her breaths short and labored, but relieved for a moment. She couldn't believe what she had accomplished: her baby's head was now between her legs, so close to being fully born. Despite the pain, she felt a slight respite, but she knew the work wasn't over yet. The baby was still pushing, and the shoulders wouldn't be long in coming.

With her body burning from the pressure, Amelia moved slightly in her seat, cautiously opening her legs. Each movement made her feel the baby's head between her thighs, pushing outward, and although a sense of relief washed over her at times, she knew she still had much to do. She adjusted her body in the seat, doing everything possible to continue driving while the pain kept growing.

The road seemed to never end, but with her agitated breathing and her body focused on the task, Amelia managed to reach her home. Upon arriving at the garage, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief at seeing she had reached her destination. But she couldn't relax yet; the contractions continued, and now she felt the pressure of her baby's shoulders pushing through her birth canal, very close to coming out.

With a supreme effort, Amelia got out of the car. Feeling as if she was about to lose control, she walked quickly towards her front door, doing everything possible to stay upright. She felt the baby's head still there, resting between her legs, and with each step, the baby's shoulders seemed to be getting closer.

With one hand, she cupped the baby's head to prevent it from coming out completely as she walked toward the door. She knew she couldn’t let it all happen before reaching the living room, where she felt safer. She walked quickly, breathing heavily, and grabbed what was left of the items in the back seat of her car. Her mind was focused on one thing: getting to her space.

When she opened the door to her house, she felt one last wave of pressure. She had to get to the living room. She felt her legs stay apart, held open by the force of the baby who still wouldn’t wait, but she couldn’t afford to waste time. Finally, she crossed the threshold of the living room and, unable to close her legs due to the pain and urgency of the moment, she went straight to a drawer where she had kept a pair of sewing scissors.

With trembling hands, she took them and, with the little control she had left, cut her tight jeans. The immediate relief she felt by relieving the pressure on her abdomen was brief, as the next contraction hit her with full force.

Now that her jeans were cut, Amelia leaned on the table in the living room, breathing deeply. She had no time to rest; she knew she couldn’t wait any longer. Amidst the pain, with her legs spread and the baby pushing hard, she gave the final push while standing. The shoulders and the rest of her baby came out of her body in an agonizing effort, and at last, Amelia’s first child was here.

Amelia, exhausted but overwhelmed with a mixture of relief and emotion, caught her baby the moment it fully emerged. The baby's cry filled the room, and her heart overflowed with joy. With a tired smile, she knelt on the floor, her trembling legs unable to bear the weight of her body any longer. She placed the baby on her chest, feeling the warmth and fragility of its tiny body.

It was a perfect moment, but it wouldn’t last long. Although her first child had already been born, Amelia knew there were still two more to come. The contractions began again, firm and painful, signaling the arrival of the next baby. The relief of having given birth to her first child was brief, and the pain returned with force. Amelia knew what she had to do: cut the cord of the baby already in her arms.

With trembling hands, but determined, Amelia took the scissors and cut the umbilical cord of her first baby. Then, carefully, she wrapped the little one in a soft blanket, cuddling it as the cries subsided. She held it close, providing warmth and love, all the while feeling the pressure in her belly intensify once more.

Still kneeling on the floor, with her first baby breastfeeding gently, Amelia could feel fatigue overtaking her body, but her maternal instincts wouldn’t let her give up. As her son nursed delicately, the contractions returned with renewed force. The pressure in her abdomen grew, and at the same time, the urge to push became even more urgent.

Although her body was exhausted, Amelia knew she couldn’t wait. The second baby was already descending, pushing downward rapidly. Unable to stop, she began pushing with everything she had, tightening her abdominal muscles as she felt the head of her second baby slowly descending, entering the birth canal.

The pain didn’t go away, but Amelia endured it, focused on each breath, each push. The sensation of the baby’s head moving down was similar to what she had experienced before, but this time, the pressure was even more intense. Suddenly, she felt the head of the second baby beginning to brush against her vaginal lips, the burning sensation returning as her body pushed it further down.

Amelia knew she couldn't keep pushing with her first baby still in her arms. Although the little one had stopped crying for a moment and was peacefully nursing on her chest, she felt her body was elsewhere, completely focused on what was coming next. The need to push the second baby was becoming more intense, and although her body begged for rest, she couldn't avoid it.

With an exhausting effort, Amelia gently laid the baby on the carpet, ensuring he was comfortable and safe for a moment. She felt an impulse to continue, not to lose the rhythm, so she sat down, pulling her legs towards her chest in an attempt to find a position that would help her. The pain in her abdomen was unbearable, but her instinct told her she had to keep going. Her hands frantically scanned her belly, caressing and gently pressing, trying to alleviate the pressure she felt, but the pain persisted, stronger than ever.

As the pain reached its peak, Amelia focused on each contraction, each push. The sensation of burning was intense, similar to what she had experienced with her first baby, but this time, she was much closer to giving birth. The baby was descending rapidly, pushing with force as time advanced and her body responded to each natural impulse.

With a few more pushes, Amelia felt partial relief, and with a burst, the head of the second baby emerged from her body suddenly, breaking the water sac that still enveloped it. The water shot out, soaking her legs and the carpet around her, while the baby's head crowned completely. Amelia could feel the softness of the head and the pressure decreased slightly as the baby's shoulders began to slide out of her.

Just moments later, the baby's shoulders passed completely, and the body quickly followed. The little one gently fell onto the carpet, wrapped in his own fluids, as Amelia collapsed onto the floor, exhausted but relieved. The cry of the second baby filled the room, and a deep sigh of happiness escaped Amelia's lips. She was tired, but happy, gazing at the little one who had just entered the world.

Amelia, exhausted but with her heart full of love, looked at her two newborn children—one in her arms, the other curled beside her on the carpet. Despite everything that had just happened, all the pain, she felt a profound gratitude. The process had been long and grueling, but she had already given birth to two of her three little ones. Now, the silence granted her a brief respite.

The contractions had stopped, and for a moment, Amelia could savor the calm, the stillness surrounding her. The feeling of having gone through so much and still standing, with her children by her side, was overwhelming. Despite her aching body and the exhaustion weighing heavily on her, she allowed herself to breathe deeply.

With trembling hands, she wrapped her second baby in a soft blanket, gently stroking his little face as she cradled him. She placed him beside her first child, watching as they both slept peacefully, unaware of the torment she had just endured. She smiled weakly, satisfied and relieved after this first step in her journey of motherhood.

About 15 minutes passed, just enough time for Amelia's fatigue to begin to take its toll. However, she could not ignore the signals her body was sending her once again. A sharp pain coursed through her, a reminder that it wasn’t over yet. The terrible cramps returned, more intense than before, and Amelia knew it was only a matter of time before the third baby would arrive.

She wasn't worried, but resigned. She had already gone through so much and had managed to get this far. With a sigh, she prepared herself for what was left to come. She couldn't let fear or fatigue defeat her. She got into a position on all fours, which gave her a bit more control over the cramps and the increasing pressure. She moved her hips from side to side, seeking a rhythm that would alleviate her and, at the same time, facilitate the arrival of the third baby.

She knew that only one was left. She had already given birth twice, endured indescribable pain, and if she had been able to do that, she could face whatever was left. She focused on the sensations in her body, knowing this was the last step. Amelia had come so far. Just one more baby and the torment would end. Her last water broke in a matter of seconds, and the baby was already coming.

Amelia, in the position on all fours, began to push with all the energy she had left. However, as the head of the third baby approached, something felt different. The pain was more intense, deeper, and the pressure was increasing rapidly. This time it wasn't like the first two. The head was much larger, the size was a challenge, and Amelia felt it in every fiber of her being.

The burning she felt at the beginning of this push was much more acute, and the sensation of distension made her shudder. The pressure in her abdomen became unbearable, and the pain was so deep that she couldn't help but let out a low, almost muffled cry. She knew her body had to adapt to the new demand, but the feeling of being on the verge of breaking hit her with every passing second.

In a desperate attempt to help her body manage the process, Amelia extended her hand, searching for the oil she had bought minutes earlier at the store, hoping it could alleviate some of the burning and tension she felt. With trembling fingers, she took a small amount and rubbed it over her vaginal lips, trying to soothe the stretched skin. The sensation of the cold oil on her fingers gave her a brief distraction, but she knew she needed it for what was coming.

With the softness of the oil, she began to massage and open her lips to the sides, hoping that somehow this would help allow the baby's head to pass with less resistance. The pressure in her body was unbearable, but Amelia clung to the hope that this simple act could make a difference.

The head of the third baby was pushing with force, and Amelia, between short gasps, continued to open with her fingers. She knew that if she could make the head advance more easily, she could end the pain and uncertainty she felt at that moment. However, the effort was titanic, and the contractions became more intense, one after another, without rest.

With a final and wrenching cry of pain, the enormous head of the third baby finally emerged, breaking the tension throughout her body. Amelia remained there, panting deeply, with her heart beating hard and sweat covering her forehead. Her hands, trembling but full of determination, extended downward and touched the warm head of her baby, which rested between her legs. The relief was immediate, though momentary, because she knew she still had to face the challenge of the shoulders.

With each breath, the pressure increased, and Amelia struggled to find air while her body begged for rest. But she couldn't afford it yet. She prepared herself for what was coming, her hands caressing the baby's head as she pushed once more, with all the strength she had left.

The shoulders, as large as the head, began to emerge with difficulty, and Amelia felt an explosion of relief when the entire body of her child finally came out of her. The feeling of liberation was indescribable, as if all the weight of the world had disappeared from her shoulders.

With the last push, it was all over. Amelia stayed there, exhausted, with trembling legs and a body covered in sweat, looking at her third child. She had given birth to three babies, three new beings that filled her heart with indescribable joy.

The pain, although present in every corner of her body, had given way to a feeling of gratitude and peace. All the effort, the suffering, and the hours of labor had been worth it. With a tired but deep smile, Amelia looked at her three children, and she knew that everything was done.

The End.

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