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No Time To Hide

This was something I wrote for an Imagine You’re Pregnant prompt, original post here. Thought I’d make a side blog and post it here as well cos I really enjoyed writing this and might be tempted to write more birth fics

Eva opened the wooden window of her small cottage, letting the cool autumn air whip through her hair. The smell of woodland and damp grass filled her nostrils as she took a long, calming breath.

Describing herself as a green witch, Eva loved her little cottage hidden away from everyone deep within the rich forest. Coven life was never something that appealed to her; the idea of being constantly surrounded by other witches, their opinions and their magic, was torture for Eva. She much preferred her own company, free to live her life the way she wanted. Free to use her own style of magic, without the distraction or judgement of others. It was why she decided to live here in the heart of the forest. There was a river that flowed through the centre of the woodland, the ancient trees stood tall around her home, and the forest floor was packed with all manner of plant life. It was perfect; just her, the elements and Mother Nature.

Despite her preference of living alone, as time passed Eva began to yearn for something… it wasn’t romance or friendship, but the idea of a child. Children were never something she had considered, but as she grew older Eva had begun to see the benefit of having children. Someone to pass all her knowledge and wisdom to, someone to love and care for and share all that she’d learnt. She wanted to pass on this way of living, to create a legacy.

A few months ago, nine to be exact, she enchanted a local townsman - not that he would ever remember it. And now here she was, rocking side to side and cradling the underneath of her heavily pregnant stomach, preparing herself as birth drew near.

The cramps had started yesterday afternoon, small and barely noticeable at first. Eva had been terribly uncomfortable these last few weeks, suffering constant aches and twinges, so she did not immediately give them any thought. However when they got sharper and more frequent, forcing her to pause whatever she was doing, they soon got her full attention.

Not knowing how long this could take but knowing she would eventually lose mobily as her labour progressed, she collected all her preparations and got the supplies ready. Blankets, towels, sterilised medical equipment, all within easy reach in the main living room. Snacks and drinks lay available on the coffee table and a pot of hot water sat by the open fire keeping a constant warm temperature.

“Mmmnnngghhhhh” Eva moaned deeply as the latest wave peaked. She leaned forward resting her elbows on the window sill, jutting her hips back and swaying them slightly. The baby was low and heavy in her pelvis, the head pressing downwards as her body slowly opened up.

When the latest pain had eased Eva straightened and looked down at her swollen stomach, speaking lovingly towards her unborn babe. “You’re really coming aren’t you little one? I’ve not done this before so please take it easy on me.” Her child responded with a gentle kick prompting the witch to smile.

Over the next few hours Eva got into a good rhythm riding out the contractions, each one hitting sooner than the last and with incrementally more vigour. She paced, rocked, squatted, kneeled, trying to find any comfortable position to ride out the waves. Her low and heavy stomach made moving from position to position cumbersome; one hand staying on her bump or her lower back at any given time, while the other kept her supported on whatever furniture or surface was nearby.

As the contractions ramped up, creeping steadily towards unbearable, the witch’s teeth clenched tight and she growled behind them. Three minutes apart. Holding on to the back of her armchair Eva lowered herself into a deep squat. Sweat covered every inch of her body, her thin linen dress and underwear clinging to every curve of her fertile frame.

Her hips were in agony, the pressure building. She opened her mouth to wail but no sound came out, shocked into silence by a sudden burst between her open thighs. Immediately the pressure eased and Eva could catch her breath again. The wooden floor below her feet was soaked; her waters had broken.

“Oooooooh okay- We’re getting so close- Are you ready to come out now baby? I cannot wait to meet you.”

Eva stood up, cradling the curve of her spasming bump. Her bare feet stepped ungainly out of the puddle on the floor and she quickly threw a tea towel down to soak up the worst of it.

“It’s just you and me, little one. We can do this.” Eva reassured herself, rubbing circles around her swell, preparing for the intensity to soar now her waters had gone.

However, before the next contraction could strike the witch startled at the sudden loud interruption of ringing bells. Rapid and urgent, the piercing chimes echoed all around her cottage, howling through every room.

Witch hunter!

The enchantments set up around her hidden home in the forest hadn’t gone off in decades - she had almost forgotten the wards were still in place. And yet the incessant ringing immediately chilled her to her very bones, suddenly haunting her with long forgotten memories of the brutal murders of her fellow witches.

Her stomach clenched with a new, different sensation - fear. At any other time Eva would arm herself with weapons and potions and storm outside on the offence, making sure to take down her enemy before he had the opportunity to strike. But now… the pressing weight in her hips and the constant aching of her contracting womb showed she was in no position to attack, or even defend herself, if put up against a murderous witch hunter.

She had to get out of here. The warning bells throughout her home would soon reach the ears of the witch hunter and then he would beeline straight to her hidden sanctuary. She needed to find somewhere else to hide.

Distracted by the chimes, Eva was unprepared for the next contraction when it ripped across her body, rooting her to the spot. She doubled over in pain, palms planted firmly on her thighs.

“Unnnhhhhhhhhhhhh no-no-no-no……” she whimpered through strained breaths as the pain skyrocketed and her belly hardened. Panting heavily the witch ignored growing desire to bear down. Her waters had broken, she was probably almost fully dilated, if not already. But she couldn’t stay here. If she stayed, both her and her child would certainly be killed. She had to leave and find somewhere safe to deliver this baby.

After what felt like an eternity, the contraction finally faded and she bolted straight out the back door of her cottage, leaving barefoot with nothing but the clothes on her back. She had wasted precious minutes since the warning alarm riding out that last pain - she couldn’t afford to waste any more time gathering supplies to take with her. Eva took off as quickly as she could, disappearing deep into the lush green forest.

She barely got out of sight behind the first set of oak trees before another contraction was already upon her. Two minutes apart. Leaning against the rough bark of the nearest tree, Eva squeezed her eyes shut and tried hard to swallow the whimper creeping out her throat. The unbearable pressure was demanding in its silent request and her knees trembled with the effort of ignoring it. The baby was so heavy, and dangerously low. Feeling like it would just fall out if she took a step too wide. Yet she remained strong, persevering and weathering the storm in her uterus, determined to keep this baby inside of her until she got somewhere safe.

The second the pain let up an inch the witch was on the move again running as fast as she could across the forest floor. Over ferns and moss, rocks and fallen branches, thankfully the hardened soles of her bare feet were used to the uneven terrain. She made sure to keep off the main footpath and stayed hidden within the dense trees, but it made for more of an obstacle course than she’d like. With added weight of her labouring belly she couldn’t move at speed and on a few occasions nearly lost her balance. But deeper and deeper into the forest she went.

The trees became her allies, providing cover and support when she was forced to stop with each new powerful contraction… 90 seconds apart... 60 seconds apart. A large, ancient willow tree with an unusually curved trunk was the latest comrade in her fight for survival. Eva had pitched herself within the alcove of the trunk, out of sight and leaning back against the bark, lifting the weight of her hardened stomach with both hands. The long hanging branches brushed the forest floor in a circle around her position, hiding the witch behind a nature-made curtain.

“Grnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Eva could no longer hold in the animalistic sounds of her extremely advanced labour. The baby was right there, nestled deep in her widened cervix, desperate to be born.

“Nooooooooo-please-baby-wait-a-bit-moreeeeeee-” she begged through gritted teeth. The next contraction started before the current had even finished and the need to push was too powerful to refrain. Knees bending and thighs widening, Eva’s body pushed of its own accord.

It felt right, pushing. It was what she was meant to be doing - to follow nature's primal instinct. And yet she couldn’t forget the very real threat of the witch hunter, still hidden somewhere in this forest, poised and primed to kill her.

The fierce contraction continued to hold her hostage. A long grunt escaped her mouth as her body pushed along with the pain.

“I can hear you, witch!” A gravelled voice taunted from across the thick forest.

Eva’s eyes widened and immediately clamped her mouth shut, biting her lips together drawing blood. Half squatting against the tree, every muscle in her body continued to strain as it forced the baby lower and lower and lower. She couldn’t stop pushing even if she tried. One of the hands cradling her stomach shakily ventured south, lifting up her dress and feeling between her legs. Through the thin damp fabric of her underwear she could feel the baby’s head begin to enter the world.

She panted silently, tears streaming down her cheeks. The forest stretched out for miles, completely uninhabited in all directions; she was all alone. There was nowhere to go and no one to help. Heavily pregnant, being hunted, and seconds away from birthing this child.

A loud snap of wood echoed from a few metres away. Eva suddenly bolted like a startled deer, consumed entirely by fear and survival, and disappeared again into the thickened wood. She ran, wide legged, the heavy boulder of a baby’s head deep in her pelvis screaming to be born. Push! Her body cried out. Stop running and PUSH!

But she couldn’t. If she stopped she’d be dead.

Another contraction ripped through her as she ran. 30 seconds apart. Her muscles tensed and squeezed as she ran, her body trying to force the baby out despite the mother’s desire to hold on a bit longer. She could barely stay upright, the raw adrenaline no longer enough to keep this birth at bay. Her legs became jelly, all she could feel was pain and pressure and fear. Eva faltered, she couldn’t go any further. Out in the open she planted her hands against the nearest tree, widening her stance, and pushed. Hard.

“Mnnnnnnnrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!”

More of her baby’s head began to appear behind the fabric of her tight underwear.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh-Hecateeeeeeeeeeee!” she whimpered, praying to the deity.

Her baby was close to fully crowning, she could feel it. The white hot agony of being widened and stretched beyond anything she imagined made her eyes water and throat nauseous. She retched, a dry heave, and desperately tried to catch a breath through the dual need to push and the sudden urge to vomit. The texture of the rough bark beneath her palms was the only thing keeping the witch semi-grounded and preventing her getting swept away in the overwhelming sensations currently tearing her body apart. Still bracing the tree, Eva’s head dipped as she took slow deep breaths, ignoring the instinct to push in order to ride out the sudden nausea.

An ominous whistling sound drifted through the trees carried on the wind. Eva could barely hear it over the thundering beating of her heart, that is until she heard:

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” The voice sang.

The witch hunter was close. But so was her baby... Eva felt between her legs again to evaluate just how bad her situation was. It was bad. Her underwear was stretched beyond repair as it housed a significant portion of her baby’s head, filling her cupped palm. Ignoring all the pain and her body’s pleas to push, she panted heavily and tried to think! She needed a plan to survive.

The witch hunter had physical strength, yes, but he did not know these woods like Eva did. This was her home, her sanctuary, and she knew every inch like the back of her hand. Beyond her laboured breaths and the unnerving whistling of the approaching witch hunter, Eva registered another sound nearby - the swooshing sound of running water. The river - she was by the river!

Lifting her head the witch frantically scanned the surrounding area, getting her bearings of where she’d ended up within the woodland. She was a few hundred yards from the river’s edge, about a mile from her cottage. It wasn’t an area she often visited because of…. That’s it! Okay, it wasn’t a great plan, and there was no way to know if it would work, but it was her only shot of survival.

She took a steadying breath through the current contraction squeezing her womb, fighting once more against the primal need to push. The baby’s head filled her underwear, millimetres from a full crown. If she pushed again there was no way she’d be able to stop until the head was fully born.

Whimpering through the pain Eva stood up straight, one hand staying between her legs, and she prepared herself to move. Just get to the river. She told herself before making her way unsteadily east.

The sound of rushing water grew louder as she stumbled slowly through the forest. One step. Another step. Nearly there. She knew exactly where to go, and where to avoid, desperately trying to stay focussed on her surroundings and not succumb to the agonising pain crowning between her thighs. Keep going.

“You can’t escape me, witch!” The voice threatened, getting closer.

Eva stumbled into the side of a tree, her bare shoulder scraping against the bark. Pausing, she took a brief moment to breathe through the pain. It was a mistake. The second she stopped to inhale deeply her body started bearing down again, forcing the baby down. Immediately the head came to a full crown in her damp underwear and she screamed.

“WITCH!” The murderous voice roared.

Eva turned and saw a flash of black leather through the distant trees, and it was coming her way. Cupping the baby’s head she tentatively wobbled forwards, knees trembling, staggering towards the riverbank. The blinding pain was constant, her eyes barely focussing. She had to make it to the exact right spot or her plan would certainly fail. Her footsteps were shaky but determined as she continued the last few carefully placed steps in her journey. Behind her the crunching sound of a disturbed forest floor drew ever closer.

Reaching the river’s edge Eva collapsed against the large boulder that sat on the grassy bank. She made it. Turning around against the stone, the cold granite pressed against her back as she faced the woods and waited for the imminent arrival of the witch hunter. But the baby’s head inched lower, her body stretched to its absolute limit. She wanted to cry, to howl, to scream. Instead she focussed inward, drawing on all the power from the earth under her feet, and taking a deep breath she finally, and intentionally, followed her body’s demands. Teeth gritted, a growl behind them, she pushed with everything she had. Her whole body trembled, bearing down against the pressure of the large round head slowly appearing between her thighs. The ears… a nose… she could feel it all. Her hands frantically scrambled under her dress and within seconds the baby’s head popped out into her underwear and she cupped it quickly within her palm. The relief was instant and for a brief moment Eva’s heart calmed as she held her child’s newly born crown.

The witch’s reprieve was short-lived as the approaching footsteps from behind one of the nearby trees resulted in another person soon entering the river's edge. The witch hunter was dark haired, full beard, but was not as athletic as Eva was expecting. There was sweat glistening on his temple and dripping down his neck, disappearing beneath a thick leather jacket. His mouth practically drooled at the sight of her and he gripped the long hunting knife in his hand. The lust for her death was haunting.

“At last… you’ve given it a good go, I’ll give you that, but you cannot escape your fate.” The man said as he took a step towards her, threateningly swishing the knife in readiness. “You are an abomination, evil incarnate. Witchcraft has no place here. My family has been taking your lot out for centuries. And it looks like I get the honour of not only killing you… but the next generation as well.” He glared at her pregnant swell.

“No- no! This- this child is innocent…” Eva panted, still holding the head of her half-born babe hidden under the draped fabric of her dress.

The witch hunter scoffed and took another two ominous steps in her direction through the fallen autumn leaves. Eva watched each step with a laser focus.

“No descendant of a witch is truly innocent.” He drawled, tilting his head with an unnerving animalistic incline. “Wickedness will run through its veins, there is no saving its soul.”

Eva couldn’t take her eyes off his feet, watching every step he took. She chose this location for a reason, knowing she needed to end up exactly here by the rivers edge - dangerously using herself as bait. His heavy boots crunched through the orange leaves, sauntering slowly towards her like he was toying with his prey. So close. Her heart stopped, breath held as Eva prayed to all the Goddesses for her plan to work. Then whoosh!

The witch hunter was suddenly hoisted in the air by his foot, caught in a primitive trap laid here many years ago by the previous inhabitants of these woods, whom were long dead and forgotten. The man roared as he was pulled sharply towards the sky, his arms flailing, the hunting knife falling from his hand in his shock.

Eva exhaled heavily and closed her eyes in pure relief. The steady thumping of heart pulsed around her body, beating once more now the immediate threat disappeared. The man yelled and shouted at her as he hung limply from the tree, but the sound barely registered with the witch. Her senses had been overtaken by the sudden movement of the baby, turning inside her, and an all too familiar urgent weight pressing down signalling her work was not yet over.

Eva tried to move but she was too far gone, too deep in labour, every muscle seemingly locked in position. “Unhhhhhhhh Hecate….. mnnnggghhhhh the baby- the baby is comingg…..” she whimpered, the pain splitting her in half as she was stretched once more with the baby’s shoulders. All her bodyweight was pressed back against the boulder, and she managed to sink towards the ground. Squatting deeply, her large rounded stomach rested heavily between her thighs.

“Ohhhh it’s coming…. I- need… mnghhhhhhhh I’ve got to… got to pushh...”

She ripped off her underwear as the next contraction started, freeing the baby’s head from the confines of the damp linen. With both hands ready to catch, the witch pushed with renewed determination. “Urghhhhhhhhhhhh!” One shoulder was out! Then the next shoulder. She took a breath, panting, holding the child dangling from her body. Eva became suddenly hyper-aware of the breeze and leaves, the nearby river and the crisp autumn air, all the elements surrounding them which her child was now being born directly into. Trembling, she beared down fiercely once more and within another few minutes a newly born witch entered the world.

Eva sobbed with relief, quickly pulling her daughter up over her stomach and placing her against her chest. The infant made a soft gurgling sound, her first breath, and then started to cry. To a new mother it was the most beautiful and reassuring sound in the world.

“Disgusting…. Filthy little vermin.” The witch hunter sneered with venom.

Eva had forgotten her audience and looked up with hatred at the man still swinging upside down from the tree. She held her baby tight and secure against her skin, as if shielding the child from the mere sight of him.

“You should drown that thing in the river.” He spat.

Red, blinding fury overwhelmed the new mother. With the pain gone and her baby safe in arms, pure fury raced through every pore of the witch’s body, consuming every atom of her being. Rising slowly, babe still clutched in hand, Eva approached the hanging man with eyes glowing with revenge.

“When I get free, I'm gonna enjoy splitting you from ear to ear!” He roared.

Her head tilted in observation watching the man’s disgusting arrogance in his determination to kill her despite still struggling against the rope binding his leg. Apparently unaware his threats were idle and his attempts to escape the trap were futile.

The witch bent down carefully to pick up the large silver blade that had fallen amongst the browning leaves. The man didn’t see the new mother pick up his weapon, and didn't notice the switch when the hunted became the hunter. Eva stalked silently, murderously towards the hanging man.

Before he could open his mouth to mock or belittle or challenge her, Eva’s hand swished past his vision in a flash, the blade gliding through the witch hunter's throat like a knife through butter. The man’s eyes widened, taking a heartbeat to register what just happened, before the cascade of blood erupted from the open wound and he began to choke and splutter.

Eva dropped the knife.

Delicately readjusting and shhhing the newborn cradled in her arm, she took one final look and started their journey back to the cottage. Eva found comfort in the sounds of the forest; of the flowing river, the whistle of a breeze, and the drip drip dripping of her enemies blood now pooling onto the forest floor.

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Money Shot

18+ fiction, no minors.

Contains: Childbirth, tmpreg, vaginal birth, birth denial, filming, pushingthebabybackin. About 1.8k words.

{FWBs try to get the perfect recording of the birth of their son}

“Hooo…”

Kai lay on the bed under ring lights. The cameras were focused right onto his leaking vagina. When he pushed out this baby, it would be shot at every angle.

Henry was behind the camera, giving him directions. He couldn't push, not yet. They needed to tease it a little.

“Just breathe the baby down.” He said calmly.

As carefully as he could, Kai tried to relax. The contractions squeezed his full belly, trying to get him to push out this baby, but he couldn't. A slow birth would be more satisfying for the viewers.

“Just breathe…” Henry whispered.

Kai squeaked as he felt his pussy opening up for his baby boy. The head was wide and heavy inside of him, forcing open his narrow hips. His velvety lips had fattened from the pregnancy. His swollen t-dick shook at the sensation of being completely spread out. His fat pussy was barely open from the outside, full and wet from whatever Henry had rubbed on him.

He opened his legs wider and took in the deepest breath that he could. Slowly, he felt the head inch down. His belly contracted, shrinking inward.

“Nngh!”

He gritted his teeth and held back the urge to push, tightening his chest. He felt the bulge rolling down his birth canal and stopping.

“Can you see it yet?” He asked.

Henry shook his head. “No, not yet babe.” He said.

Kai fell back onto the bed, already tired. If he could just get this baby’s head out, he could push and spill everything that was inside of him. He was so full and horny that he felt like he was going to burst. Just a few more breaths.

The baby kicked. His legs were still in his shaking womb. Kai rubbed his belly to calm the child, whispering sweet nothings to his heavy belly. Just a few more breaths.

He inhaled, carrying it as deep as he could. With a low, wet squelch his lips began to part and little tufts of curly black hair showed up on the screen.

“There he is.” Henry cheered. His dark skin shone under the bright lights, along with his cute dimples as he grinned.

“Not much longer, babe.” He said.

Taking it in, Kai breathed deeply and felt the air push his baby down. Now on the screen, the outline of his head in his pussy could be seen. His reddened, soft skin.

Kai smiled, proud of his work as he crowned to a teardrop.

Henry stuck his head out to the side. “Okay, now that we're here, we're gonna do a couple takes.”

Kai nodded, ready to throw his head back and bear down on his baby boy.

“First, we’ll keep doing the slow birth and see how that looks. After that, I want you to deliver the head in one big push.” He instructed.

“How are we gonna do that?” Kai asked.

“I'm gonna push the baby back in so that we can get both of them. It’ll make a great memory for the viewers.” He explained.

Kai tilted his head curiously. “Okay, you better hope this stuff you gave me works or I’m not doing this again.” He said enthusiastically.

Henry grinned, showing off his dimples again. “Oh it will, baby.” Briefly, he rubbed his friend’s belly, slowly deflating as the baby came down. “Just you wait!”

As his warm touch left Kai’s skin, his fingers slowly brushed over his T-dick. Kai breathed out a low moan as his wet pussy leaked onto the bed.

“Shit.” He hissed.

“Hold on.” Henry said, slipping back behind the camera. “There we go.”

The teardrop widened as the baby’s head slowly pushed forward, spreading open Kai’s delicate features. He could feel the pull on his lips as his baby’s head expanded his opening.

“Just keep doing what you're doing.” Henry coached, zooming in with the main camera.

He bloomed around the baby's head as the top of the crown slowly slid out. The nose rubbed against his T-dick and his belly tightened. His leg twitched as he was overcome with arousal.

He reached up and grabbed his caramel brown nipples. His boobs were small but full of milk. With the aphrodisiac he felt all of the sensitivity without much of the pain. It was all too much!

“Henry, I wanna push. I'm gonna cum.” He moaned hastily.

“Just a few more breaths baby, you got this.” Henry said.

“I'm trying. My clit is so big. I can't -”

He reached down to finger himself, only to realize that the head was in the way, but when he slipped a finger inside, he felt so full. Imagine how he would feel when the baby was at its widest point!

“Fuck!”

He pulled out his finger, dripping wet in precum and birth fluids. In just a few more breaths, he could see how it felt to have his hips pushed out as far as they could go. He couldn't wait.

Caught up in his desire, his belly tightened. He started to push and the head slowly pressed him open.

“Don't push, just let it happen.”

Kai remembered what they were doing and untensed. He took in another deep breath and at a snail's pace, the head came to a full crown, stuck in his twitching pussy.

“Oh my God. Oh!” He moaned, turning his head to the side. His deep, short breaths brought the baby down further. His lips stretched to accommodate the child, his T-dick was crushed under him. He couldn't take much more.

Finally, the head popped out of him and once the pressure was gone, he felt so relaxed. He couldn't control himself. Still moaning in pleasure, he relaxed his legs further and a squirt of pee vacated him. He felt like a new man. The idea of the aphrodisiac was the best. He didn't think that anything could top this.

Then, Henry walked out from behind the camera. His dick was forming a tight tent in his jeans. His face was flushed and he was sweating, trying to keep himself in control.

Slowly, he rubbed his hand down Kai’s contracting belly as it tried to force him to push again, all the way down to his bright red petals. He palmed his pouch and thumbed his T-dick in deep thought.

“You're doing so good, baby. I already want to put the next one in you.”

Kai squirmed and cried out under him, gasping for air as Henry jerked him off. The baby's neck started to come out and Henry knew it was time. He couldn't let this opportunity go to waste.

“Okay, I'm gonna push it back in.” Henry said.

With his eyes closed, Kai nodded.

“Arch your back, Kai.”Henry said.

Slowly, Kai lifted his back off of the bed, accentuating his brood. His pussy twitched, full of the weight of his first born.

“Yeah, that's it.” Henry crooned in his ear.

He cupped his hand over his friend's vagina and against his body's primal urges, he pushed.

Kai’s mouth fell wide open as a breathless moan caught in his throat. He sat up and spread his legs again. The pain was so great, but the aphrodisiac made it feel so good. He put his hand over Henry's pushing the head further in.

“Augh! Augh!” Kai sobbed as his fat pussy swallowed his baby back up.

His belly shook, trying to get him to push, but he was so caught up in another orgasm that he didn't care. Of course, neither did Henry. Pushing the baby back in made his dick jump in his boxers. Kai was so hot like this, desperate to cum and push his baby out at the same time.

After Henry took his hand away, Kai fell back onto the bed. His belly had to swell back up with the baby's weight. His pussy hung low in a teardrop, back to where he had started the last time.

“You're amazing.” Henry whispered.

“I need to push!” Kai exclaimed.

Quickly, Henry made his way to the main camera and zoomed in on him. Kai looked up at the screen, seeing his stuffed pussy on camera again. He couldn't wait to bear down again.

“Do deep breaths again, but now, I need you to push when your belly contracts.” Henry instructed. “Can you do that?”

Kai nodded, speechless with arousal.

“Good boy…” Henry said, adjusting the camera again.

“Fuck.” Kai moaned.

His belly pulsed and another contraction rippled through him. He squirted, feeling the baby coming down again. With his legs spread, he pushed. The head teased his opening, but didn't come out in spite of stretching it already.

“Mm.” Kai paused and sat up, grabbing his ankles. The head crowned further from the pressure. “I think it's the position.” He said.

“Okay, just sit up a little straighter.” Henry said.

Kai did as he was told, arching his back slightly. His pussy was completely filled. Before Henry could say anything else, he felt another contraction. He set his chin to his chest and bore down as hard as he could.

A spurt of fluid slipped past the baby's head and his pussy stretched, but that was it. Then, he doubled down and pulled his left leg back.

Suddenly, they heard a loud, wet pop and a gush flew from him. In an instant, the baby’s whole head fell free from him.

Kai gasped in amazement and smiled a wide smile at his cameraman.

“You're doing great!” He cheered.

Kai panted, feeling the baby rock in and out of him. Then, he pushed again, the shoulders turned inside of him. The left popped out with a quickness and the right slowly trailed out of his hole. He was spread apart by the baby's body now. He was almost done giving birth.

He was gonna miss it.

With one final push, the baby’s torso and legs slipped from him. Without the pressure on his bladder, he peed again, finally leaving him empty.

He fell back on the bed as wrapped the little boy in soft blankets. He brought him up to Kai’s face.

“That was beautiful. The viewers are gonna love this. Hell, they’ll be giving us money for the next one!”

Kai took the baby in his arms and let him latch onto his breast.

“Wait, do you wanna do another one?” He asked.

“How about we try again after Jonah’s first birthday?” He suggested tiredly. The high of the aphrodisiac was beginning to wear off.

“So that's what we're calling him? Can I pick the middle name?” Henry asked, smiling down at their son.

“Sure!”

“Okay.. and.. you did great, Kai.” Henry said softly, nuzzling Kai's bright red afro.

Jokingly, Kai shooed him away. “Don't get all sappy on me.” He rasped.

Henry shrugged. “I can't help it. Plus, you did both in one take!”

Kai smiled, rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist. “Fine. C’mere, boo.”

“Imagine if we had to do more though.” Henry cringed.

Kai snickered. “Just shut up and enjoy the baby.”

The new family hugged, basking in each other's warmth as Kai began to fall asleep, temporarily escaping the effects of birth.

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Like a good girl

Tw birth, r4pe, ftm birth, misgendering

This is a commission from @donotpush who did an amazing job! I love this fic so much

Dad knew better. Always, Dad knew better. Since he was a little kid it was his strong hands guiding his way, picking him up from the floor when he fell, always having the right words. So Dad must be right now, too.

At first, he thought his dad was just overreacting when he told him about his transition. That dad would get over it because, after all, he loved her.

But now, as Dad pounded into him. He wasn't that sure about it. It was a punishment, Dad said. Because she didn't want to behave like she had to.

Aiden feels his dad's hands gripping his hips, pressing his body against the mattress to keep him still. The tip of dad's dick is pressing against his pussy, teasing up and down and rubbing at his clit. A small whimper escaped Aiden's lips when his dad slid inside his throbbing entrance.

Beneath him, Aiden squirmed at the sensation. The older man started to pound into him, one of his hands on his hip to keep him still and the other busy moving to lift his leg and prop it upwards, holding it in the air as he fucked him.

“Fuck…” Aiden whimpered.

His father's hand traveled to his chest, gripping harshly at his breasts as he continued to pound. A loud moan escaped his mouth at the sensation of his nipples being pinched and trapped between his fingers.

The sensation of having someone playing with his tits and feeling so good while someone fucked his pussy made him think that maybe Dad was right, that he was made to be a girl after all.

“I'm gonna… teach you…” his dad's voice whispered in his ear, and the words ended up lost in the air between Aiden’s moans. “I'm gonna teach you how to be a good girl. A good girl…”

Aiden's dad pulled out of his pussy, and slipped the condom off his erect dick with a quick movement. It should have worried Aiden, but his mind was drowned in a fog of pleasure that it was the last thing he couldn’t think about right now.

It's his dad's hands that turn him around, throwing his body around like it's nothing. He wasn’t such a strong man like his dad, he knew it, and that's why when he said that Aiden deserved to be punished, he found no way to fight against it.

Dad's hand traveled up to his neck, sliding his hand in his newly freshly cut hair before he pressed his face against the pillow. Then, he used both hands to lift his hips slightly up before he started pounding inside of him again, hitting that spot and sending a wave of electricity over Aiden’s body.

Aiden felt his legs like jelly as his dad finished inside of him, the warmth of his seed filling his pussy.

“That’s it…” his dad breathed heavily behind him. “Like a good girl.”

***

When he stopped having his period, he thought that maybe it was the result of the testosterone. Even when he knew that it was way too early for that kind of effect. When he started to put some weight on, when his body became softer, he thought that maybe this was normal.

Lately, he had been eating a bit more, so it made sense that his thighs were fatter and that his tummy was a bit bigger. But then his boobs grew and became more sensitive, and his nipples changed, and his stomach just kept on growing. His whole body was sensitive, a single touch, a single brush over his nipples would send him crazy, his clitoris was almost burning at every touch, at every sensation.

The moment he felt something moving inside of him, squirming and stretching against the skin of his stomach, he couldn't deny it anymore. His dad's punishment wasn't over, and he would have nine more months to think about what he chose to do.

He was pregnant. There was no way to deny it anymore. His dad promised a sibling, and his dad fulfilled his promise.

He tried to hide it as best as he could. Winter came, and oversized hoodies and loose clothes made wonders. But as it came, it went, and suddenly Aiden found himself too hot, too bothered to be fully covered with sweaters.

He couldn't stand watching himself in the mirror for too long. His body was doing what Dad said it should be doing: being the prime example of womanhood. He was so gravid, so swollen and filled with life. Fuckin’ pregnant.

He turned to his side and observed his profile: his chest was huge and swollen and sensitive, no longer being able to hide behind his binders, resting on top of his rounded-out stomach.

Inside of him, his baby rested not so peacefully. His sibling was a big baby, and his huge and tender stomach contrasted with his slender frame. He could feel the baby resting low on his hips, the weight of the head almost opening him up, like a bowling ball. It was a constant reminder of his punishment.

All of the extra weight wasn't the worst part. The worst of it was that a lot of his little progress was erased; under his clothes, his body started to look quite feminine. He hated it.

His dad was quite proud. There was a sly smirk on his face when Aiden wasn't able to hide his growing stomach anymore, and he always remarked how she was doing what she was supposed to do, carrying his baby so well.

Even if he may have been able to hide it pretty well with loose clothes, the way he started to waddle, to always have a hand on his back, to be careful with almost everything because his body had just become a complicated thing to move around being so gravid.

His hips widened to adapt to the baby, so feminine now, his breasts grew like a pretty girl. And his pussy was always wet. He was always horny and hungry for dick to fill him up. Like a good girl.

Get knocked up. Carry a baby. Be a mommy. Be a good girl. Over the months, as he became more and more pregnant, those kinds of ideas were all he could think about sometimes. To be a good girl. Even now, in the last months of his pregnancy, most of the time all he could think about was about being a good girl and letting someone –anyone— fucking his pretty pussy and having his engorged tits in their mouth.

Aiden stared at the forming puddle beneath his feet. One of his hands gripped tightly at the base of his contracting belly and the other one rested on his lower back.

He woke up early in the morning to painful contractions, after a night of little rest. He labored all morning, and all afternoon, and as he finished doing chores, his water broke.

They didn’t talk about it, but between his dad and him, they decided to have a home birth. His dad said something along the lines of every woman’s body knows exactly what to do when the moment comes.

“Fuck…” Aiden moaned, gripping the kitchen counter and swinging his hips in the air.

Beneath him, his gravid stomach hung low and distended, contracting. Inside of him, his sibling kicked relentlessly.

“Fuck…you're so big” he mumbled, all of his attention focused on the feeling of his baby resting on his hips, low and heavy. Like a bowling ball, the head of his child rested on his pelvis, almost threatening to fall out of him with every movement.

Aiden groaned, falling to a squat as another contraction took over him.

“God…!” He whimpered, “Come on…!”

The first three months, he barely showed. In Aiden’s mind, it meant that he was lucky, that he was gonna have a small baby and, shit, maybe he could even ignore it. But as soon as he went past the three-month mark, his stomach just swelled. By the moment he was seven months or so, he looked pregnant with twins.

If anyone looked at him, they would never guess that he wasn’t pregnant with twins, just with a huge baby.

He could feel it when he walked. How as each month passed everything just became harder and harder with the enormous baby in his womb, from tying his shoes to bending over to pick stuff from the floor.

But, incredibly contradictory, his body seemed to just naturally adjust to it. His dad said that it was meant to be, he was such a good girl for carrying his baby so well.

He wasn’t sure about that, but his own body seemed to agree with his dad. Everything seemed that he was meant to be a mother, to carry big babies like a good girl.

And like any good girl, the more pregnant and full and big he got, the hungrier he was for having strong hands around his body and a big dick filling him up. It was almost a craving, to have someone spread his pussy lips and fuck him good.

In the end, he just couldn’t help getting wet every time he saw his naked body in the mirror. His stomach was huge and gravid, his tender breasts resting on top of the mound of flesh. His hips, now wide and made for what they meant to do: bring a baby to this world. Like a good girl.

Another contraction took him away from his thoughts. His hand moved between his legs, feeling the sensation of his swollen and wet pussy lips parting as he slid a finger inside of himself to check his progress.

“Ughn… mhm…” he groaned, rocking his hips in the air at the feeling of fucking himself. “Fuck…mhm…”

The head was almost there. He could feel it making its way down his pelvis and getting closer to spread him open. The thought made him shiver.

As he waddled around the living room, pacing with both hands cupping his stomach, another painful contraction took him almost by surprise. He still wasn't used to the sudden explosions of pain that made his body shake with each contraction. Aiden gripped with a hand the couch, and with the other, he rubbed circles on the tense skin of his stomach.

Aiden let out a loud moan when he felt the baby descending in his pelvis.

“Oh, you're so low,” Aiden groaned. “Ugh….mhm…”

The contraction passed, and he panted and started to walk again. It was only as he walked around that he realized how low the baby actually was now. It felt as if at every step the baby could just pop out of him, the weight sitting uncomfortably on his birth canal.

He had been able to ignore the almost invisible need to push that was there, but now, the need was becoming an urge and with every moment, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

“So low…” Aiden whimpered, pressing his forehead to the couch back as he rocked his hips in the air.

Besides all the discomfort, besides the feeling of the head right behind his swollen lips and threatening to split him open, it sort of felt right. His body was doing what it was meant to be, after all. His body was meant to be fertile and gravid, his womb always full, like the slut he always knew he was.

“Aghnn…!” Aiden whined, coming down to a squat as another contraction hit him. “Fuck. I’m so close. It’s coming…!”

His stomach tensed and it felt like a hundred needles on his back when the contraction reached its peak. He bit his lips, and beneath him, his knees trembled as the baby descended even lower.

As he stood up with difficulty, another contraction took over him. His lips parted and Aiden let out a long, loud groan as his legs forced themselves apart: the head of the baby made its way lower and suddenly, it was right there, right behind his lips. With a hand, he reached to feel his swollen lips. Brushing over his sensitive clit, he felt the head beginning to crown.

“Oh, ughn…” he moaned, standing with his legs apart to give the head all the space it needed. “Fuck! Ughn!”

Another contraction and Aiden squatted again. His body instinctively pushed, and the head slipped a bit out. With every passing second, with every unconscious push that his body gave.

“Ahh…ugh…” Aiden moaned as he slowly propped himself up. “Mhnmg…shit…”

He waddled around the couch, walking comically due to the head crowning between his legs. One of his hands was on his tense stomach and the other was down between his legs, feeling the bulge of the head on his swollen pussy. As soon as he was in the middle of the living room, he squatted down again, his legs wide open.

His chin pressed to his chest as Aiden pushed with the next contraction.

“Ugh…!” He whimpered, eyes closed and face turning red. “Fuck! Come on…I can feel you. Nhgn!”

The head slipped past his lips a bit more. Then, his eyes widened at the sensation: it was big. So big. Bigger than he thought.

He screamed as another contraction took over him. Things were going fast, and he thought he should be happy with it, but the head was so big that it felt as if it were to split him open.

“Oh God, oh God…mhgn!” He moaned, pushing again. “It's so big! Nhgn! I need to push so bad…”.

His hand was cupping his pussy, preventing the head from coming too fast. It was unbearable to have it stretching him open like that, barely bulging out of his pussy lips, but at the same time, it felt good. Like his father said, a woman's purpose was to bring life. And that was exactly what his body was doing right now.

“C'mon, baby! Ah-nnn!” He grunted, his face scrunching up in effort as he pushed again. “Please…. f…fuck! Ughn!”

The head slid further out of him. If his dad were here, he would be cooing at him and telling him what a good girl he was, pushing so good, listening to what his body was made to do and letting it do it.

“Please, come on…” he pleaded, cupping the baby’s head, now really close to fully crowning in his hand. “Nhn…you’re so big!”

A yelp escaped his lips when the head finally popped out of him, his knees trembling as he used both hands to support the head. It was huge, fucking huge as a gush of amniotic fluid came out of his tortured lips.

“Ah-hn!” he whimpered, feeling the head stretching out his lips. “Come on, baby…! Ahh-hn!”

Another push. His lips spread even more around the head, and with the next push, it popped out of him completely with a gush of amniotic fluid that stained the carpet beneath him.

“Oh–ah…okay…” he grunted, his chest trembling at the next contraction. “Now… the shoulders…”

He pushed. One of the shoulders popped out of him almost effortlessly. In his hands, the baby was huge, and he could feel it. His hole was burning with each push, with each contraction that rushed through his womb.

“Nhgn….!” gritting his teeth, he pushed. The other shoulder came out.

He let out a yelp at the burning sensation of the shoulder, huge, stretching him out. If he were a real man, then his body wouldn’t just be able to take it. But he wasn’t, he thought as he panted through the next contraction. Maybe his dad was right and he wasn't. He was meant for this. to be a pretty girl and to birth babies.

“Come on baby…” he panted, looking down at his swollen stomach. “Just… nhgn… you’re almost there. Pleas- ah-ghn!”

He pushed, not able to stand the feeling of his pussy being spread so much. Nothing happened. Aiden shifted in his place, his legs were burning from being squatting. Both shoulders were stretching him out mercilessly, stuck on his poor pusy.

“Ughnn…!” he grunted, pressing his chin to his chest as another contraction rippled through him. “Agh! F…fuck!”

Fuck. Nothing happened. A sense of dread and panic rushed through him. God, he needed to change positions. Aiden let himself fall on his back, propping both legs up and holding his thighs back.

“Mhgn…shit! Please, please come on…!” another whimper escaped his mouth when the next contraction came.

He pushed, and the shoulders still didn’t budget. “S…shit! You’re st…stuck. Nhgn!”

His pussy was burning and his body was urging him to push, it was screaming at him to push the baby out, but even when he used all of his might, the shoulders didn’t seem to budge. Another contraction hit him, and he could only whimper.

With a low moan, Aiden rolled and crawled over as he could, getting on all fours. Under him, his tender breasts fell free and his swollen stomach swung with every movement as Aiden rocked back and forth.

“Ohhh…hgn…” he moaned, rocking his hips in the air, “..please!”

Another contraction rippled through his stomach and his arms trembled as he bore down with another push. This time, the shoulder moved slowly a bit. Just a bit, enough to stretch his hole out even more.

“Ahhghnnn! Fuck…!” He whimpered, trembling at the sensation “Mhgn! Nhgn!”

He whimpered. His body trembled as he screamed at the feeling of the shoulders, huge and broad and stuck, opening and stretching his hole. They were stuck.

“F…fuck! Nhgn…!” He gritted his teeth as he pushed.

The shoulders moved a bit more.

“Please…nhgn…baby!” He moaned, sweat dripping down his face. “Ahgn…f…fuck!”

Aiden crawled back to a squat. His pussy was throbbing, begging for relief as his legs trembled beneath him, and another contraction took over his body. He reached his hands behind him and pressed against his lower back. The muscles tensed, his back arching, his pussy burning as the shoulders refused to move.

“Ughnn! Fuck!” he panted, breathing heavily as he squirmed in place. “Shi- hgnn!”

A contraction hit him and he let out a strangled cry, his eyes squeezed shut tight. He pushed again, his fingers pressing hard into the skin of his thighs as he leaned his weight forward.

“Ohhhh nhg…!” He cried out in pain, tears running down his cheeks. He panted heavily, his breathing shaky, and he rocked forward.

This time, when he pushed, the shoulders finally came out of him with a gush.

“Ow! Ah-hn…!” he panted, catching the baby's body.

Aiden gently held the small naked bundle in his hands, staring at the crying baby in his hands and catching his breath. He did it, he thought. He did what his body was meant for, what he was supposed to do, like the good girl he was.

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Vintage birth picture

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Two Birthdays: Part Two

words: 1148

content: lactation, milking, birth denial, fpreg

They exited the restroom together and for the next hour, Noemi mingled near the pool bar, a drink in hand, and endured the powerful, relentless contractions. Mari stood beside her, and the first time another contraction struck she saw Noemi double over, muscles banding her belly, legs widening instinctively.

“Oh,” she whispered. “OH. I’m pushinnng-hnnngh.”

“No, you’re not,” Mari hissed back. “You can do this.” She placed a covert hand on Noemi’s curved back, massaging it gently, already accustomed to touching Noemi’s exposed, laboring body.

Noemi straightened, and painstakingly closed her legs as much as she could, attempting to hold her baby firm in her canal. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her grunts diminished into effortful pants.

“That’s it, Ms. Noemi,” Mari said. “I don’t think anybody noticed.”

“Good,” Noemi moaned under her breath. “Good. I’m feeling like pushing all the time now, even when the contraction’s gone. There’s so much pressure, right between my legs.”

Another contraction that hour had Noemi leaning heavily on Mari for support, her obtrusive belly pushing into Mari’s own flat tummy, making Mari wonder at the sensation of such a packed, heavy womb. She could feel the steely stretched muscles rippling against her. The skin contact moved heat from Mari’s stomach to between her legs, and again her pussy was beating, quick and warm like a pulse. She worried that she was leaking through her bikini bottom now, dizzied by arousal. Then Noemi moaned in her ear, arms wrapped around her shoulders, and Mari felt a wetness drip down her inner thigh.

“Aye, go get your mom!”

“Should she be drinking in that state?”

Luckily, everyone was too drunk at this point to think much about it.

Contractions were gripping Noemi mercilessly now, with barely any pause or respite, and she was barely holding on every time, fighting her body, her deep primal instinct to bear down against the baby in her canal. Every time Mari anchored her, caressing her hard belly, urging her gently, just hang on a little while longer. The last contraction left Noemi senseless with pain and need, foggy-headed. Her legs were permanently spread now, stance ridiculously wide.

“Oh, dear…” she breathed, and Mari followed her gaze to her front. Two wet spots had formed in her bikini top, nipples standing straight through the fabric.

“Ms. Noemi,” Mari said, summoning her courage. She looked Noemi in the eye. “Let me help you.”

Noemi let herself be led to the restrooms again, barely able to put one foot in front of the other, everything about her so full and aching.

“You don’t need to come in with me,” she said. “I can, ah, expel the milk on my own.”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Noemi,” Mari said. “I promised I’d take care of you.”

Noemi was blushing hard now, appearing almost drunk in her labored state. She allowed Mari to sit her down on the toilet. Mari gently teased the white bikini top from her breasts, and Noemi shivered, curling her toes at just the light brush of fabric against her sensitive nipples. Her dark areolas spread over her breasts, and around them blue veins ran through soft, tan skin. Her nipples jutted stiffly, heavy and laden, beaded at the tips with milk.

Mari set the flat of her hand against one and marveled as more milk beaded at the surface and then began to drip down the swell of Noemi’s breast and onto the long shelf of her belly. Noemi hissed, a sharp intake of air.

“Okay?”

Noemi nodded, unable to speak. Keep going.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” Mari said. She sat on Noemi’s lap and clamped her mouth around her nipple, cupping her other breast in her hand. Milk spurted from both breasts in tiny forceful streams. Noemi clapped a hand over her mouth to contain a sharp noise of pleasure and release, her back arching, other hand raised, opening and closing in the air. Mari suckled, feeling Noemi squirm under her, and lowered her free hand between her own legs, strumming her clit. Suddenly Noemi’s belly went hard again and she threw back her head to moan loudly, and Mari couldn’t tell whether from ecstasy or agony or a thrilling mixture of both.

“Oh, oh—Mari, please don’t—don’t stop. Fuck.”

Mari continued to suckle and the hand groping Noemi’s breast slid to her swell instead, tracing her linea nigra. There was no give to the surface, drum-tight, and Mari could feel Noemi’s belly seize violently, driving her baby down in a deep, involuntary push. Noemi’s moan lowered, guttural with sudden pushing, and Mari instantly took her lips away from Noemi’s breast. The milk stream diminished to dribble, her breasts not even close to being drained. Noemi squirmed at the sudden lapse.

“No pushing, remember?” Mari had settled well into a dominant role, playing out her ultimate fantasy, Noemi utterly receptive, responding to her every demand.

She breathed, slowly, and her hard belly relaxed somewhat.

“Good,” Mari said.

Noemi shuddered. “Yes, just—please. Continue.”

Mari smiled and said something she’d always wanted to say to Noemi: “Good girl.” The faint marks in the corners of her mouth, the maturity in her maternal hips, the refined elegance of her fingers—it was all subversive.

“I’ve never—never been called that by anyone,” Noemi panted. “Especially not someone nearly twenty years my junior.”

Mari bent her head again and Noemi’s lips tightened in preparation. She latched back onto her nipple, milk gushing into her mouth, and began to thumb Noemi’s stony pointed navel, her entire belly an erogenous zone at this point, her navel the sensory peak. Noemi nearly shrieked, delirious, and beneath her thighs Mari felt her hips bucking, building not only toward delivery now, but a climax. Mari continued to masturbate herself furiously, working her mouth at the same time, sinking her teeth lightly into Noemi’s breast, just enough to leave light, red marks. Noemi’s thighs began to quake with tremors and Mari’s pussy squeezed tight, clit bared—she gasped against Noemi’s soft chest at the same time that Noemi’s lips parted in a perfect O. Then they both trembled through watery orgasms.

Noemi looked at her with glassy eyes, hazy. She leaned in, lips soft and open and receptive for a kiss—then stopped, delicate features twisting into a grimace, and released a thunderous groan, lifting her bottom off the toilet seat with the force of her pushing. Her eyes went wide. Mari could tell something had changed. She was feeling something, deep inside of herself.

She tried to articulate the sensation. “Guh—the baby, it’s—mmmm, it’s right between—the baby’s in my vagina!”

Mari looked at her. She was desperate, out of control, her face flushed and beaded with sweat, moist short hair clinging to her forehead. Her contracting belly, lower than ever.

Mari leaned forward and rammed a kiss onto her lips, and made her taste her own milk.

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