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Pregnant boy-toy 3/3
CW- mpreg, birth denial, punishment, degrading
it is now months ago since i came to tell him about the pregnancy, i still hadnt given birth… daddy didnt let me. i am unbelievably massive all i do is lie legs and arms spread on my bed my planet of a stomach weighing me down, my daddy comes in whenever he pleases uses my cunt and cock to keep me dick-drunk and it works, i dont think about my ever-stretching skin on my belly, i dont think about the milk leaking out my massive pecs all i think abiut is when i can next please my daddy
he brought another slut home today. hes being punished, hes not as obedient as me hes in another room begging to be let out until our daddy stuffs him with his super-cum i can only imagine how long hell be here, my daddy promises ill be here for ever, he says it threateningly but every-time he does say it my cunt throbs and cock twitches, anything he says gets me hot and bothered, he sees this and uses it to his advantage teasing me whenever he wants knowing i wont cum until he makes me knowing i wont cum until hes cum in me as much as he wants, and to think only months ago this idea freaked me out all i want know is to be used as his slut all i want now is his approval all i want know is his spawn filling me.
i rub my tight tummy as his spawn moves around while i day dream about daddy coming into my room after punishing the other slut loudly and fucking my boy-cunt deeply and aggressively its all i can think about then suddenly i get a deep contraction i let out a short scream before cutting myself off because i know daddy hates it when i make too much noise, on queue he storms in angrily.
“s-s-sorry d-daddy but i think i-its time” i stammer pathetically at him, he walks over in the nude allowing his perfect body to breathe he looks at my cunt and says “its definitely crowning” before placing his massive hand on the head and sliding it into my as my belly expands a bit more and my cock twitches and my nipples leak milk i let out a shallow moan “only when i say will you let my spawn out, understood slut?” i nod in agreement waiting for him to fuck me but he doesnt he just keeps making sure his baby doesn’t come out as i try my hardest to defy biology for him i clench my cunt tightly and hold the bottom of my belly (as bottom as i can reach which isnt very close) trying anything i can to not allow his spawn to leave my womb, after what was possibly hours he leaves me trusting me to not let his spawn out.
and i dont. ive been here for god knows how long and never given birth im so pregnant my skin is all but see through my pecs are breasts at this point and… i love it. i live to serve my daddy when he pleases ill allow his children out, by this point the other sluts hes brought back all behave too there is no more begging for freedom or birth we all live to be his breathing cum-buckets, theres about 7 of us and at various stages of pregnancies i can assume ive only seen one when daddy first brought him in and forgot to close my door he looked already about 7 months along so i can only dream of his size now.
truth is i didnt want to be pregnant but now its all i love for, if daddy let me birth then released me the first thing id do is get knocked up again, its the most amazing thing to have happened to me that fait-full night.
Hear me out, your partner helps you with all the natural strategies - massaging your back, guiding your breathing - convinces you to keep trying, keep trying even as you start to beg for it to be over.
“Please, take it away”, you beg. “I want an epiduralll!”
“Oh I know baby,” your partner reassures you. “But we have to wait a little longer. Remember, the doctors said not to call until you’re at *least* 6 centimetres. Besides - transition is the truly painful part of labour, and that’s not until 7cm - that’s when the epidural is really needed”
You groan.
“Aww it’s okay babe, you can just relax with me for a little longer. When it’s time, if we need to we’ll call the doctor in and if you still want it when he gets here you can have the epidural”
True to his word, your partner diligently massages, guides you through breathing exercises, encourages the deep, low, bellowing moans that help your body to open, open, open for your baby, with as little resistance as possible. His soothing hands and grounding words and gorgeous body really do help. Even so, every time you brave him plunging his fingers deep inside you - pressing wide against your cervix to check your progress - you are devastated by how far you have left to go.. You move to the shower, let the jets of warm water pelt down on your lower back. On your hands and knees, your lover in front of you, your lips meet and you moan, then whine into his mouth as the contractions roll through you. Over and over, stronger and stronger, deeper and deeper.
“Please, please, baby I have to be at 6cm, I have to be!”
A quick check, a phone call, and a regretful informing that the doctor will be there as soon as possible, he’ll be finishing up in surgery and will head right over.
The news crushes you, but your partner is filled with renewed vigour, new energy.
“It’s good news, in a way babe. Let’s experience this a little longer, there’s more things we can try”
He gets you towelled off, swaying through a contraction, and then transferred onto the bed. Fully naked and kneeling completely exposed. Your hubby slides in under you and, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, brings his mouth to your breast.
“Oh babe, what are you doing?”
“Lean into it baby, relax, distract yourself while you work through this phase of labour”. He comes to massage your other breast - alternating suckling on each. He starts off gentle, but gradually, passionately, his suckling intensifies.
“Oh babe, that feels so good- *gasp*-
A sharp inhale as he starts massaging your clot, tickling and teasing and rubbing and *tantalising* you.
Pulling away from your tit, he moans, “you’re so sexy like this”. And his suckling doubles down as your contractions take you away.
Soon you’re a screaming mess, your lovers encouragements and gentle touch make the deep, aching pain only just barely tolerable - you are floundering, not coping. A sobbing, groaning, whining, keening mess, begging for an epidural for over an hour. Your contractions had worsened in record time though… you didn’t know what you would have done to get through the pain without your husbands voracious suckling on your nipples to distract you. He really was the most selfless birth companion.
Finally, the dishevelled anaesthetist arrives, and you weep with long-awaited relief. “One final check!” The anaesthetist announced apologetically, inserting his gloved fingers, “in a few minutes you won’t be feeling a- oh.” His probing doubles in intensity, and he frowns, sucking air in through his teeth.
“What?!” You whine, desperate for his ministrations in your birth canal to end, desperate for this all to be over.
“Good news! You’re about to have a baby! You’re ten centimetres dilated momma it’s time to start pushing!”
The doctors artificial cheer masks the sinister message for a moment. Your husband clarifies, overcome with glee:
“Wow babe! You’re at 10cm already! You’re too late for the epidural, but this is great news! I knew you were meant to deliver naturally”.
Your husband thanks the doctor on his way out the door then returns to your sobbing form. It only takes two good pushes for the pain to break you as your pussy is set on fire by the ginormous head opening you up, deep inside.
“I can’t do this!” You scream.
And then there is your husband. Forcing you to hold his gaze as he tells you you were built for this. How your purpose in life was to bring his babies into the world, and to experience that process exactly as nature intended.
“This is important for you, baby”
“What do you mean?!” I wailed at him, screaming as my baby’s head battered it’s way down my overstretched canal.
“It’s important you experience this. That you have been brought to the edge of what you can handle, what you can cope with. This is the transformative power of birth. Right now, it probably feels like your vagina is being ripped in half, that it can’t stretch an inch more. And yet your baby’s head is only just starting to show, you’re nowhere near a full crown. Soon, you will reach your limit, but birth will take you past that limit. Show you what you’re really capable of.
… so this is it, baby. Spread your legs, push into that pain, and when it gets too much, go deeper. You need to let go of your fear of birth and experience the power, and the pleasure of what lies on the other side of “too much”.”
Spoiler alert: it’s an oversized baby, an overstretched pussy, and a very happy husband
7 cm dilated.
what happens at 7 cm?
contractions really, really hurt. you don’t have a lot of rest between your contractions anymore, if at all. you can’t push either, only wait. you have nothing you can do to speed things along.
you can continue to moan and thrash, trying to get through each contraction, helplessly waiting to dilate. you can try changing positions until you’re too exhausted to move any more. or you can ask to be checked, and then after you scream through having fingers jammed up your vagina, they tell you to keep waiting.
the pain is already unimaginable and yet you know it will have to hurt a lot more before you can push. you just want it to be over and you might still have hours of this ahead of you.
do you regret going natural? do you beg for the epidural? or do you keep at it?
Hear me out, your partner helps you with all the natural strategies - massaging your back, guiding your breathing - convinces you to keep trying, keep trying even as you start to beg for it to be over.
“Please, take it away”, you beg. “I want an epiduralll!”
“Oh I know baby,” your partner reassures you. “But we have to wait a little longer. Remember, the doctors said not to call until you’re at *least* 6 centimetres. Besides - transition is the truly painful part of labour, and that’s not until 7cm - that’s when the epidural is really needed”
You groan.
“Aww it’s okay babe, you can just relax with me for a little longer. When it’s time, if we need to we’ll call the doctor in and if you still want it when he gets here you can have the epidural”
True to his word, your partner diligently massages, guides you through breathing exercises, encourages the deep, low, bellowing moans that help your body to open, open, open for your baby, with as little resistance as possible. His soothing hands and grounding words and gorgeous body really do help. Even so, every time you brave him plunging his fingers deep inside you - pressing wide against your cervix to check your progress - you are devastated by how far you have left to go.. You move to the shower, let the jets of warm water pelt down on your lower back. On your hands and knees, your lover in front of you, your lips meet and you moan, then whine into his mouth as the contractions roll through you. Over and over, stronger and stronger, deeper and deeper.
“Please, please, baby I have to be at 6cm, I have to be!”
A quick check, a phone call, and a regretful informing that the doctor will be there as soon as possible, he’ll be finishing up in surgery and will head right over.
The news crushes you, but your partner is filled with renewed vigour, new energy.
“It’s good news, in a way babe. Let’s experience this a little longer, there’s more things we can try”
He gets you towelled off, swaying through a contraction, and then transferred onto the bed. Fully naked and kneeling completely exposed. Your hubby slides in under you and, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, brings his mouth to your breast.
“Oh babe, what are you doing?”
“Lean into it baby, relax, distract yourself while you work through this phase of labour”. He comes to massage your other breast - alternating suckling on each. He starts off gentle, but gradually, passionately, his suckling intensifies.
“Oh babe, that feels so good- *gasp*-
A sharp inhale as he starts massaging your clot, tickling and teasing and rubbing and *tantalising* you.
Pulling away from your tit, he moans, “you’re so sexy like this”. And his suckling doubles down as your contractions take you away.
Soon you’re a screaming mess, your lovers encouragements and gentle touch make the deep, aching pain only just barely tolerable - you are floundering, not coping. A sobbing, groaning, whining, keening mess, begging for an epidural for over an hour. Your contractions had worsened in record time though… you didn’t know what you would have done to get through the pain without your husbands voracious suckling on your nipples to distract you. He really was the most selfless birth companion.
Finally, the dishevelled anaesthetist arrives, and you weep with long-awaited relief. “One final check!” The anaesthetist announced apologetically, inserting his gloved fingers, “in a few minutes you won’t be feeling a- oh.” His probing doubles in intensity, and he frowns, sucking air in through his teeth.
“What?!” You whine, desperate for his ministrations in your birth canal to end, desperate for this all to be over.
“Good news! You’re about to have a baby! You’re ten centimetres dilated momma it’s time to start pushing!”
The doctors artificial cheer masks the sinister message for a moment. Your husband clarifies, overcome with glee:
“Wow babe! You’re at 10cm already! You’re too late for the epidural, but this is great news! I knew you were meant to deliver naturally”.
Your husband thanks the doctor on his way out the door then returns to your sobbing form. It only takes two good pushes for the pain to break you as your pussy is set on fire by the ginormous head opening you up, deep inside.
“I can’t do this!” You scream.
And then there is your husband. Forcing you to hold his gaze as he tells you you were built for this. How your purpose in life was to bring his babies into the world, and to experience that process exactly as nature intended.
“This is important for you, baby”
“What do you mean?!” I wailed at him, screaming as my baby’s head battered it’s way down my overstretched canal.
“It’s important you experience this. That you have been brought to the edge of what you can handle, what you can cope with. This is the transformative power of birth. Right now, it probably feels like your vagina is being ripped in half, that it can’t stretch an inch more. And yet your baby’s head is only just starting to show, you’re nowhere near a full crown. Soon, you will reach your limit, but birth will take you past that limit. Show you what you’re really capable of.
… so this is it, baby. Spread your legs, push into that pain, and when it gets too much, go deeper. You need to let go of your fear of birth and experience the power, and the pleasure of what lies on the other side of “too much”.”
Spoiler alert: it’s an oversized baby, an overstretched pussy, and a very happy husband
7 cm dilated.
what happens at 7 cm?
contractions really, really hurt. you don’t have a lot of rest between your contractions anymore, if at all. you can’t push either, only wait. you have nothing you can do to speed things along.
you can continue to moan and thrash, trying to get through each contraction, helplessly waiting to dilate. you can try changing positions until you’re too exhausted to move any more. or you can ask to be checked, and then after you scream through having fingers jammed up your vagina, they tell you to keep waiting.
the pain is already unimaginable and yet you know it will have to hurt a lot more before you can push. you just want it to be over and you might still have hours of this ahead of you.
do you regret going natural? do you beg for the epidural? or do you keep at it?
The way I wanna keep a pretty cow like this forever, trapped in that agonising crown.
Overwhelmed.
Hurting
So open for me.
🥵
Mmm this one’s by far my favourite too. Best part is when she’s moan-screaming while she crowns, and her partner just kind of laughs like “aww look” - all of his focus on his joy at the new baby, paying no mind to all the pain she’s in.
Plus… that crown 😍
From my favorite birth of all time
Genuinely the hottest thing I’ve ever seen 😍
compilation of mommies trying to wiggle their babies out!
Agreed! Fuck pregnancy tests, piss on me instead
screw pregnancy tests! fuck raw and find out when your belly starts to swell too far for you to ignore!!
im really out here stressing about my birthday it literally KEPT ME UP LAST NIGHT
holy shit what have i come to
hi my birthday is April 22 send blog
Pain and Pleasure
TW: Cockwarming, Birth Denial, Forced Penetration, Sex during birth.
He moaned along with girlfriend as the movie played on TV, they were in the living room sitting on the couch together with his girlfriend sitting on his lap with his dick nested deep in her pussy, they had been like this for an hour. No thrusting, no moving, just some simple cockwarming, not that he needed to move though, every contraction his girlfriend had squeezed her cervix tighter around his cock. She hadn't wanted to but she couldn't really fight him in the state she was in, she complained but a gag in her mouth stopped that as well. Another contraction had them both moaning again, both for different reasons "Ohhh baby, you're squeezing me so tight, I'll have to knock you back up to feel this again." he said kissing the back of her head "But for now I'll just have to enjoy it while I have it" he said rubbing her stomach as she sobbed.
Another hour passed and so did another movie before he felt her start pushing, he didn't remove his cock though, he wanted to feel her pushing and feel her try to deliver a baby around him. The fact that she was sitting straight up helped bring the baby down, but it had no place to go "MMMMM!!!!" she let out a muffled scream as the latest push made her open up more causing her to slide down even more on her boyfriends cock "Oh honey, you take me so well, even with a baby making you so full already" he muttered. Soon he felt something hard nudging the tip of his cock "I think I feel a head" he said patting the underside of her tummy and she sobbed more.
She pushed for hours but wasn't able to do anything, the head just kept pressing harder and harder into her boyfriends tip making him moan more and more in pleasure while she moaned in pain, finally he turned off the TV and flipped her onto the couch on her side and he started to thrust in and out, she screamed and cried as she felt the baby being shoved back into her womb again and again until finally her boyfriend pulled out completely and came onto her stomach. He zipped up his pants and then dragged her onto the floor in front of the couch then he sat back down onto it between her spread legs "Okay honey, now you can push." and she did, it felt so good to be able to push and finally make progress, her boyfriend watched her pussy open more and more as a head came out inch by inch, when it was out completely he checked the cord, when he found non he gave her the okay to continue, it took only 5 minutes for her to get the rest of the baby out. When it was born her boyfriend ungagged her and kissed her then sat the crying newborn on her chest "Can't wait to do that again" he said.
A Womans job.
TW: Birth denial, wife slave, penis in vagina after birth. Spouse neglect. Crowing for days
Lilly slowly walked to the couch, she had to be careful to not close her legs so she wouldn't harm the large head crowing between them. She stopped to grab onto the back of the couch and push with the contraction but she knew nothing would happen, she was wearing her leotard that was holding the head in place, only moving slightly when she pushed but pushing the baby back in once she was done. She panted and walked around the couch and slowly sat down crossing her legs while keeping them spread. She sat with her husband as they watched the news.
Her husband had made her put her leotard on when she first started to push and so far he hadn't given her the okay to remove it, even after 3 hours of crowing. Once it was over they headed to bed, laying down Lilly still kept her legs spread, pushing with every contraction, her husband just rubbed the head before falling asleep.
The next day Lilly still wasn't allowed to give birth, even when her husbands friends came over for dinner. She stayed like that for another day before her husband came back home from work and saw her laying on the ground trying to push again. He went to the kitchen and grabbed the scissors then walked back to his wife, he cut the leotard open and sat there as the head flew out of her fully with a scream.
He just stared blankly at his wife's now purple and black pussy while she finally made progress with her pushes. Within 5 minutes the baby was born, her husband cut the cord and handed their son to her. While she held it her husband unzipped his pants and forced himself into her sore and bruised pussy. She screamed and cried but all he did was trust into her ruffly until he came.
I want to give birth to an overdue baby sitting on your lap. I want you to cup my dripping pussy and feel me crown very slowly for you. What else do you want me to do in this stage?
I want to have sex while in labor. Who else dreams of this?
Happy New Years.
TW: Major birth denial, crowning denial, being forced to crown for a long time, pushing of head back in, humiliation, slight abusive partner, partner neglect.
"3 more hours Stacy" she heard her husband say, she was currently on all 4s with her ass in the air pushing with another contraction, she knew that it wouldn't do anything but she couldn't help it, she had to push. Her husband watched as she gave another pointless push, looking at the bulge between her legs that was being held there by her black leather booty shorts. Stacy had gone in labor 2 days ago, the doctor had told them that she would be due to give birth in January of the new year, but the baby had other plans. However her husband was determined to have a January baby and not a December baby. So he made her put on her kink shorts when they were sure she was in active labor. Around lunch time today Stacy had felt the need to push but her husband didn't care. He said she could push all she wanted but the baby was going to stay in her until the ball dropped that night at midnight. She has been crowning for 2 hours at this point but she still had to wait longer.
Stacy cried when the contraction ended "P-please!" she begged once again. Her husband walked over to her "Stacy I've told you a hundred time, this baby will be born next year. I'm tired of your begging, for now on until I remove those shorts you will be punished every time you beg" he said and cupped his hands over the head "Starting now" he said gently pushing the head back in "OH GOD NO! PLEASE NO!!!" she screamed out feeling the head being pushed back into the hole it had emerged from hours ago. She fell to the floor with the next contraction and pushed again, feeling the head slide right back out.
2 hours and 45 minutes later Stacy couldn't think straight anymore, she was horsed from crying and screaming and everything was numb, including her poor pussy, She was laying on the floor with her legs in the air against the couch, she felt the contractions but she no longer felt the burning of her lips as they strained to fit around her child's large head. Her husband was sitting on the couch walking TV while he counted the time down "15 minutes left Stacy" she heard and she was relieved, it was almost over.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy Newyear" he said looking down at his wife who was pushing again. He reached down and unzipped her shorts and watched her think it was going to be that easy, she moaned as she felt the head move forwards a little more now that the shorts where unzipped it gave a little more room. Her husband slowly puled the shorts off, stopping every 10 seconds when a contraction forced her to push, of course her husband was going to make it that easy. Finally he pulled the shorts off and she pushed but her husband kept his hand over the head and slight pushed back not letting the head slide out more. "Your poor pussy" he said in mock sympathy looking at her spread lips around the large head, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He moved to sit between her legs while keeping his hand over the head. "I'm surprised you haven't torn yet" he said as she pushed again, but still unable to get the head to move. He took out his phone and took a photo of her, removing his hand once she stopped for just a second to snap a photo of her straining lips around the head. He replaced his hand looked down at her "I might make you wait a bit longer" he said and he saw the fear in his wife's eyes, she didn't beg though, she knew better then to do that. So instead she just laid there and tried to push again.
he let go and the head popped out, Stacy screamed as her husband stood "Drag yourself to bed" he said staying there, she rolled onto her side then her front and slowly crawled to the bedroom, when she would stop and pushed her husband cupped the head not letting it out yet, she crawled all the way to the bedroom and into the bed, her husband recording her the whole time. Finally she got in and he sat between her legs again "Now, give me my child" he said. She was finally allowed to push freely, the baby was out 10 minutes later. It was a girl.
Her husband sent the photos to friends and family of her crowning with a text that said "Look who waited until January 1st to be born"
If anyone would like to draw fanart of this fanfic (you know the part) feel free to do so but please tag me in it.
Full Pussy
TW: Birth Denial, Chosen birth denial, Keeping the head in the vagina, choosing to be stuck crowning.
Alice was use to having something shoved into her pussy, in fact she was so use to it that it felt weird when she DIDN'T have something in her.
The night they got married after they first had sex her husband shoved a large dildo into her newly fucked pussy, he told her for now on she was to always have a toy or his cock in her no matter what, the only times she could remove it was to clean herself, use the bathroom and when it was her time of the month. That was it (And of course when she had to give birth, but not a second before)
All through her pregnancy Alice had a toy stuffed in her, and when she didn't it was her husbands thick cock. Her labor would be no different she found out because when she started having pains her husband still didn't remove it. He did however remove it when her water broke to let the water flow out, but put it right back in.
it took 2 days of labor before Alice was no longer able to fight the urges to push, she pushed hoping her husband would remove the toy and he did, but he then replaced it with his dick so that she still would be empty. She moaned as she pushed around him, feeling the baby slowly make its way down, her husband didn't thrust or move, he just waited. He felt the baby nudge the tip but he didn't pull out, he wasn't going to until he was sure the baby's head would replace him the moment he pulled out.
Alice pushed for 30 minutes feeling the head not move thanks to her husband, but after one push her husband removed himself from her "Push! I don't want you empty!" he ordered and she pushed even with no contraction, the head slowly moved but when the next contraction hit it really moved, pressing against her lips, it did hurt but at the same time it felt normal, it felt good it felt...safe. She pushed again bringing the head out more before feeling it slide back in when she stopped. Pushing again she brought the head out enough to were it wouldn't slide back in. "Good girl" her husband said seeing his wife's pussy fuller then ever before, but as Alice waited for the next contraction she also felt more then saw her pussy was the fullest it had ever been, she liked the feeling, not in a sexual way, but in a way she just couldn't describe, perhaps her husband had trained her to not want her pussy empty no matter what, all she knew though was that at the next connotation she didn't want the head to move. Her hands flew to her pussy as she pushed, she tried not to let the head come out more but it did a little. spreading her even more. "What are you doing?" her husband asked seeing her do that "D-do I-nggh!" She tried to pushed agasint the head "-have to p-push?" she asked once the contraction was done "That's the only way to get him out" her husband said "But I-I don't-" she panted feeling the urge to push again "PLEASE!" she cried out pushing but keeping her hands over the head "...ah" her husband said with a sly smile realizing what she was saying, he cupped his hand over the head giving his wife the chance to push but not let the baby out "You want to keep him in for a little longer?" He asked and Alice nodded as panted "I-I- please, keep it there, d-don't let it move" she asked "Of course honey" he said kissing her. Alice pushed but was relived to know the head wasn't going to move until she was ready.
No one had to know they halted labor for a little longer.
make me crown for you. tie me up, have me crying and screaming and begging to let me give birth. don't let the baby out past crowning. push it back in, make me start over.
Never let me progress past my cunt being stretched impossibly wide around its huge head.
Personally I’d do nothing almost. I’d watch you pant and moan and pace around your house. I’d watch you labor on the couch and the bed, shuffling to the toilet and the shower. Every new location I’d check you and I’d finger you. Id press up as far into you as I could and stroke your sensitive walls until you shudder apart in my hands. I’d watch you panic and cry when your water breaks. I’d watch you struggle and give in to pushing, and only then would I help.
I’d take your pants down, and I’d finger you more. I’d rub your clit between my fingers and press up into you until the head presses back down. I’d cup my hand over your pussy and shove your brat back in until you scream. I wouldn’t let you push until you begged. I’d do the same thing with all three of your little “passengers”.
God, sadists AND voyeurs. Naughty followers, all of you. I'd be so happy to just have someone with me, to not be alone. Maybe I'd try to make conversation with you, telling stories and laughing as my breath grows shorter and shorter. I have to keep stopping to pant my way through contractions. My pacing is a wide-legged waddle, and I complain about how much weight I've put on and tell you that it's embarrassing that I'm having some kind of stomach ache while you're over. You tell me it's fine, but secretly you're watching as my heavy belly visibly tightens and I unconsciously rub it to try and soothe the pain away. When we sit on the couch together, I start out sitting on the cushions before I get up and begin to bounce on the arm. It feels natural, and you don't seem to judge me or think it's weird. In your mind though, you wonder just how much pressure is in my widening hips, how I must be thinking to myself that my crotch feels funny. You off-handedly mention that I seem to want to be touched, and I blush and stutter out a yes. When you lay me out on the couch to finger me, you press deep inside. I groan as you hit my cervix, but it's already opening. Six centimeters. You rub your finger over my t-dick and my whole body jolts. I'm contracting again, but barely even notice as you jerk me off. You take us to the bedroom, slowly because I have to huff and puff every few steps. You watch as I seem to forget about you. I'm lying on my back, my baby bump towering over me as I run my hands over it. My shirt has ridden up, and the soft underside of my belly exposed, and you watch as I grip it to try and support the weight of my massively swollen middle. My legs are parted and I'm shifting my hips to try and relieve the pressure you know must be building. I apologize for ignoring you, and you forgive me quickly, eyes glued to the movement of my hips and my hands on my belly. I chuckle guiltily and complain about my back pain on top of my stomach ache. You understand though. You're always so understanding. It doesn't take much convincing for you to shove your hand down my pants and press your fingers deep inside me again. I whine at the pressure as you pet and stroke the inside of my hot, wet walls with the steady tips of your fingers. Eight centimeters. It's almost time. You scissor your fingers inside me, stretching me out and making me gasp as you get me off as quickly as you can. After a little bit, I tell you I have to go to the bathroom. I waddle as fast as I can into the en suite, and immediately my legs are spread as wide as possible as I sit heavily on the toilet. In my hurry, I didn't close the door, and you watch me from the bedroom as I hold my belly with both hands and let out a quiet moan. I'm leaning forward, face screwed up in pain. I lose track of time easily. Contraction after contraction wracks my body as I sit on the toilet with my belly resting heavily between my wide spread knees. When they're about four minutes apart, you knock on the door frame and kneel in front of me. You rub my thighs encouragingly before lifting up my belly to shove your fingers inside me. I start to protest, but am immediately caught up as a contraction grips me. My pussy clenches and flutters and opens around your fingers, and you can slide them in so easily. Nine centimeters. You know I'm nearly ready to push, have clearly been feeling the urge as I groan and labor in the bathroom. You suggest a nice warm shower for my back pain, and I apologize but still try to entice you to join me. Of course, you're very willing. When I stand to waddle to the shower, you can see that my bump is somehow even lower, and I can't close my thighs for the life of me. The warm water feels great on my back and my belly, and your fingers feel great filling me up. You never take them out of me as I sway my hips and vocalize in the shower. It all seems so natural that I don't think to question it or feel embarrassed about the noises I'm making. You can feel as my cervix opens up that last little centimeter, and the bulge of my water begins to
press down on your fingertips. I moan as the pressure beings to mount, but you distract me easily enough, fucking your fingers in and out of me as I grip the slick tiled walls of my shower. My tits bounce, and my belly tightens, but you manage to finger fuck me to completion before you hurry me out of the water and back into nice clean pajamas. I'm back in the bedroom, my belly now trapped in an unrelenting series of quick contractions as I beg for your fingers again. There's so much pressure in my hips and my pussy, and I want you to touch my cock so badly, but you continue to sit and watch as I writhe on the bed, my legs held wide. My panting turns into grunting, and my eyes are scrunched shut as I start to give in to the strange urge gripping my whole body, starting at my spine and wrapping its way around my poor swollen gut, ending in my heavy pelvis. I scream when my water breaks, the push I was trapped in breaking as I'm frozen in shock. You grin at me from over the crest of my belly, and I stare up at you for a moment before I'm once more caught in the unstoppable need to get whatever is inside me out. You pull my pants down to me knees and begin to give me what I begged for, fingers playing with my throbbing little dick as you press your fingers back inside me. You can feel the baby in my canal, the head moving down to meet tour fingertips as you scissor me. You watch my pussy begin to bulge. My baby's head is right there behind it, and a teardrop begins to form as I begin to crown. You keep one hand on my cock and the other over my pussy as you press against the head's movement, shoving it back before I can even crown. I groan and beg you to let me push, but you shake your head and tell me that I need to stretch. Over and over you let the head begin to peek out before pressing it deeper inside me, only taking mercy on me when I start to really scream. Baby number one slides out in a waterfall of fluid, and I pant and cry with relief as the contractions subside. Immediately, your fingers are back inside me, and you can feel baby number two pressing down at my cervix before I even get another contraction. You're still inside me when baby number two pushes past my cervix and into my canal, my contractions not strong enough to force you out of me, and you stroke my burning hot insides as I grunt and scream. When I push, you push back. And when I start to crown, you stop me. By the time baby number three is ready to come out, My pussy is gaping and puffy, and the baby slides out easily. As soon as you let it, of course~
would die for someone to fuck me into labor, eat me out during the early stages, finger me to distract me from the pain as it progresses, rub my clit and praise me as the baby starts to crown... and then fuck another baby into me mere weeks later, as soon as it's possible to
Sunrise
Birth Fic
Tags: femme carrier, home birth, dom/sub themes
It was early. The sun was just barely starting to tinge the sky with orange, and you didn't even hear birds chirping outside your window. Was it even morning?
You weren't sure. All you heard was her breathing. Next to you was your partner. She was curled up on her side, her back to you. As her pregnancy progressed, it was harder and harder for her to get sleep, so you made a point not to disturb her.
That was, of course, until you heard the noises. They were tiny little gasps, little moans that were muffled. You recognized the muffled sound---it was her moaning into her fist. A small grin touched your lips.
Her hormones were always so wild this late in her pregnancy. You slid up against her, murmuring quietly in her ear and sliding you hands up her shirt. Your fingers found her nipple, gently squeezing it and rolling it. She squeaked and squirmed, but she didn't fight you.
You peppered kisses along her neck, earning more whimpers and wriggling as you did so. She was so beautiful like this, a soft, whimpering little mess, writhing and moaning at your touch.
You kept her like this for a few minutes, kissing her neck and absently squeezing her breasts and nipples. You were constantly rewarded by louder and louder whimpers and moans. She was gasping as you gently bit on the crook of her neck.
"Mine," you growled softly in her ear. She let out a broken whine.
Slowly, you moved your hand down, snaking your fingers under the waistband of her sweatpants. You found her to be even more soaked than you anticipated.
"You're adorable. You want me that bad?"
She let out a soft noise and shifted her position on the bed. You reached between her legs.
A pause.
You gently ran your fingers over her pussy, just to be sure you were feeling what you thought you were feeling. A few moments of investigation, even in the dark confirmed your suspicions.
She was crowning.
Your grin sharpened as you nibbled on her earlobe.
"How long have you been holding onto that surprise, beautiful? All morning?"
You slid your hand back up to gently squeeze her nipples. She let out a cry and squirmed, struggling openly against her sweatpants now that her secret had been exposed.
You let out a soft laugh.
"Good girl."
Her breaths were sharp and her cheeks were flushed bright pink, her big eyes looking to you with desperation for help.
You watched her for a few minutes, then stretched as you got up.
"I'm going to get coffee. Stay like that."
It took you ten minutes longer than usual to make coffee, but when you returned, she was still there, curled in a ball, whimpering and resisting the clearly overwhelming urge to give birth. The baby's head was at a full crown, just waiting for her to bear down.
You slowly sat down and started to sip your coffee with one hand, while you pulled her sweatpants down with the other.
She was so pretty. Helpless, squirming, whimpering, begging you to help her, her legs spread as the head of one of two babies pressed against her pussy and threatened to emerge.
You shifted your position on the bed, moving her so you sat upright with her in your lap, both of you facing the window. You nuzzled her neck and gently nibbled her earlobe again.
"Push. I want our son to be born as the sun rises."