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bumpolantern · 19 hours

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Over and over again.

(Warning : it gets a little dark. Themes : hyper pregnancy, sex, water breaking, mind breaking, addiction.)

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The process of making life. Never in her life she would have expected it to become such a fulfilling sensation. It just felt so right. This was such a primal feeling, making babies as a purpose to make humanity prosper. The profund sentiment of accomplishment that came from it was so powerful, she felt like this had been her purpose all her life. To breed. To get pregnant. This was natural after all, wasn't it ? It was normal for it to feel this good. To experiment such joy, such happiness by letting her body experience this process over and over again. And then becoming overjoyed by seeing her belly getting full with life, her breasts full with milk, and her entire body getting bigger all over by consuming huge amount of calories to help her litter's growth. Doing this one time... two times... were alright, she knew, but...

But was it still right to do it after the 12th time ?

Sometimes, she would wonder if she was truly doing the right thing. But quickly, this thought would fade away, just like all her insecurities, as her mind would lose itself in this constant haze of pleasure brought by her this pregnancy. This pure bliss and hedonistic life she has been experiencing for months now had become a neverending, addictive drug she couldn't live without. As her mind continued sinking into this desire, her consciousness was slowly fading away, losing touch with reality. She knew that soon, it would leave her as nothing but a breeding tool, barely human, which's only purpose would be to become a baby factory.

Was she welcoming this future ? Or had she fallen too deep into this hell hole to go back ? She couldn't tell.

She simply couldn't stop. But somehow, at the same time, it didn't feel it was simply herself losing to her desires. This was much more than that. She could tell her body was begging to put a stop to it, and yet, at the same time it just kept pushing itself to its limits and getting more and more fertile each pregnancy. It felt as if her body, accustomed from her many pregnancies, had developped some sort of addiction to it. Every time she wasn't carrying life inside of her, she felt horrible bad, both mentally and physically. So she had to do it. She had to get pregnant. She was basically a slave to her own body. Still, it didn't stop the consequences to hit her. And it hit her hard.

Consecutive pregnancies, with each pregnancy being bigger than the last, had pushed her body beyond its limits. And now, she making more than it could physically handle. She felt like a self-supplying machine, going overheat from her own fertility, and ready to explode at any moment. The results of her own destruction were more visible each day. Each movements of her babies were easily visible through her skin, taut and red from the pressure of the overcrowded brood. Nonuplets. Yes, she was pregnant with nine babies, her largest litter ever made. Her belly was towering over her by about four feet and bulging out by one foot from her sides, making her look like she was attached to it rather than it being part of her body. She was more belly than woman at this point, her mound of fertility weighing about 120 pounds. That was more than 13 pounds per baby in average. Her enormous litter kept her completely immobilized, forcing her to stay mostly laying on her side, or in a sitting position. Because of her condition, her master had to help her for basically any tasks. It was at a point that even staying there, doing nothing but gestating was energy consuming. Her body was using up all her ressources to develop her current litter. This was all she could do now. Eating, sleeping... and having sex.

"Aaaaah... aaaah... hmmmm...~"

Laying on her side, the pregnant girl moaned as she felt the thrusts of her master going back and forth in her pussy. Hidden under her enormous baby boulder, her master had to push it to get an access to her sex. Even in her condition, he wasn't going easy on her. Not that she minded though. Even if she did, her body simply couldn't say no. And with her being so hugely pregnant, her master was doing all the part as well. She was only staying there, enjoying herself getting used as if she was nothing more than a overblown sex doll. The sensations were so intense. The amount of hormones pumped into her body because of this pregnancy caused her sensitivity to increase tenfold. Because of this, the pregnant girl felt as if her brain was frying from pleasure with each orgasms. Needless to say, sex had become so addicting that not having her breeder next to her every few hours when she wasn't sleeping was out of the question. This didn't help with her pregnancy addiction neither.

(C-Cum in meeeeeeee...~ I n-need... m-more... MORE !~)

The male's movements accelerated as he neared orgasm. As she felt his member twitching inside of her, the pregnant girl's eyes rolled up to her head, her body ready to orgasm the moment he would deliver his seed. At the pleasure rose, the woman also felt a sharp distinct pain coming from her belly.

Contractions.

As she experienced them, something new was happening deep inside her mind. It was as if she had regained touch with reality for a moment. The orgasmic haze that clouded her brain, this heavenly bliss she kept experiencing, both physically and psychically... it had been so intense it hid the truth about her critical condition. Every part of her ache. Her belly felt too taut, too stretched, that even breathing hurt a little. The visible of veins and enlarged stretch marks had been signs a long time that she was being pushed to her limits. Her breasts were so full of milk they hurt constantly. Every muscles were sore, as most of the energy was transmitted to the content of her womb. Every poundings from this man, as pleasurable as they were, were so rough it made her babies startle, causing unstoppable movements inside of her already too crowded womb. Every kicks, bulges, from her big, active babies made her feel like her womb was going to rupture at any moment.

(B-B-Babies...! Babies...! B-bab... bab...)

Finally, her master came inside of her. The pregnant girl's eyes opened wider as she felt the hot seed flowing inside of her holes. Suddenly, the pleasant wave returned to her, dilluing the pain once more. Losing herself to pleasure, her body spasmed as she climaxed hard, causing her to squirt all over her bed. Though, after a few seconds it was obvious it was more than just the results of her lust.

Her water had broken.

Seeing that, her master pulled out of her and prepared for the birth of her brood. Barely recovering from her mindblowing orgasm, the laboring woman groaned in pain as she felt the next contractions. Her babies were moving down her birth canal fast.

(I-I'm gonna give birth... I'm gonna give birth !)

She cried, before letting out a primal scream that resonated in the room. She was too tired. There was no way she would be able to give birth to NINE babies. Even if she was used to giving birth, she felt like she had been pushed to her limits. But despite all of this, a prominent thought resonated inside of her head.

She was becoming a mom.

She was. Becoming. A mom.

The woman let out a horny giggle. This thought reminded her why she was doing all of this. This is what she wanted all along. Giving birth, as painful as it was, also brought her to a state of pure bliss she never thought was possible. Because she was making babies. And she was GOOD at it. That's why she had been able to grow NINE babies into her womb. Knowing she was good at bringing life to this world...

It made her want to get pregnant over and over again.

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Beach House Birth

Disclaimer: 18+, Sex during Labor and Birth, Birth,

The summer breeze trickled through the tall seagrass. Colors of pink, yellow, and blue filled the sky. Shay sat on the back porch, her eyes skimming over the horizon. The sun was setting over the ocean, the the day before was coming to a close.

Two days late. She thought to herself. Of course this baby will be stubborn like their father. She mused.

“Everything okay out here?” A soft voice whispered in her ear. She learned into the comfort of the voice, closing her eyes in pure bliss.

“Just thinking about how I made to the end of the day.” She murmured, rubbing a hand over her large, overdue belly. She let out a heavy sigh, “probably stubborn like daddy.” She said with pursed lips, shaking her beard with a grin on her face.

A wicked smile appeared on the man’s lips. “What can I say? I’ve got resilient swimmers.” He placed walked around the rocking chair his wife sat in and placed a large, firm over hers. He stood silently looking down where his child was resting. His face full of raw emotion. “Thank you. You have given me everything I’ve ever wanted. Hopefully I can be a decent father.” He laughed nervously offering her a hand to help her up. She took it, struggling to maneuver the rocking chair.

“You’ve been an amazing one so far. You worry too much, baby. Don’t think about it, let’s just take it day by day… It’s getting late.” Shay smiled looking at the clock. She secretly loved how nervous Aiden was to be a father. He was confident in every other aspect of life; yet when it came to fatherhood he nearly paled at the mention of it.

“You want me to help you wind down?” Her husband casually said, guiding her to the couch, easing her into it. He pushed the wooden coffee table further back so he could get on his knees in front of her and began to massage her body.

Shay knew what her husband wanted. He didn’t want to miss his nightly ritual of worshiping her pregnant body. He loved the belly, he was going to miss it, they both were.

She pulled him down with her, brining him into a kiss. “We made this baby.” She said her voice thick with emotion. “Now make love to me.” She said, her eyes filled with hunger and desire. They had a very healthy sex life up until this point, and she clearly had no plans of slowing down.

He silently rejoiced as he planted a long kiss on her forehead. He pulled up her sundress, exposing her swollen belly. He kissed and rubbed it, whispering sweet coos to his child and wife. His hand gravitated towards his wife’s warm opening. He took his time, rubbing around her opening and back down to her thighs before slipping a finger inside. She gasped, sliding deeper on the couch, welcoming him in her warmth. He began rubbing a thumb over he clit while using his other hand to rub the base of her belly.

“That’s right. Remember this feeling when you’re pushing my baby out…” he had come to her early on in her pregnancy and confessed he had wanted the delivery to be private and a sensual experience and was thrilled when she wholeheartedly agreed. “and you’ll feel it again when I put another baby in you…” he happily signed, inserting two fingers into her. His wife went feral, moaning and clenching down on his hand.

He felt himself begin to get hard, yearning for one or two more times inside her. “You like that, baby?” She nodded in silence. “You want me to -“ he abruptly stopped pulling out his hand as his wife suddenly gasped.

He stared down at her for what felt like hours. Could it be time? Or maybe just those Braxton hicks again. She was two days late though… he thought.

She had sat quietly before whispering softly, “that was a contraction, baby.” Her bright eyes looked up at him with a terrified look on them. She was scared and needed reassurance. With Aiden

His eyes shot open, placing both of his hands on his wife’s belly protectively. “Baby…” he looked deep into her eyes, waiting for some kind of indicator of what to do. She took a few deep breaths, rubbing her naked belly with her eyes clenched shut.

Aiden was amazed when Shay suddenly started batting her eyes at home. “Did I say I wanted you to stop?” She smiles sweetly, motioning her head in a way to tell him, his job wasn’t finished yet. His heart began to speed up, he turned his attention to his wife’s opening, and knew his time was limited. He quickly removed his pants and tossed them to the side. Shay chipped up, “help me take this off, please.” Indicating her sundress. “I want us naked for the whole birth.” She blushed looking away quickly. That’s my girl. He thought to himself.

He reverently removed her dress, watching her full breasts pop out, begging to be sucked. He took a step back to admire his heavily pregnant wife, naked and ready to birth his child. Their child. Her face suddenly began to scrunch again, this time she let out a quiet moan she looked up at him with urgent eyes and he knew she needed to be fucked. This primal connection between the two of them was sacred. Neither of them needed to speak.

He watched her body contract while he stroked his member that was growing harder every second.

He pulled his member out and looked her in the eyes, she grabbed his hand and gave it a quick squeeze before he slowly guided his head in. Shay leaned her head back with a slight “O” in her lips. He took that as the indicator to push the rest of himself into her as her moans filled his ears. He was going to miss watching her full breasts bounce with their movements.

She contracted once more and he once again stopped to check on her and she practically ordered him to go harder. He squeezed her milk-filled breast, pushing some of the liquid out. He almost came then, watching his pregnant wife take his cock, with her enormous breasts, wet pussy, while also battling the occasional contraction. God, I want put another one in her right after this. He thought to himself.

Her voice brought him back to reality. “Twist them baby, they’re so full with milk.” He did indeed tend to her breasts. Sucking the milk out, fondling them, twisting them until she cried out. He loved his wife, understanding those breasts no longer belonged to him, but the child she would soon be delivering. He wanted to remember them this way, before they became swollen and used as a food source. He would find them even sexier them, he knew that as much.

A few contractions later his wife began to shake under him, he felt her pulsating and smiled hearing her sexy moans. Her response triggered his and he released himself for one last time inside her. They sat quietly for a moment, both hands lazily stroking her belly.

They both wanted to enjoy their final moments as a family of two.

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Throughout the labor he often touched his wife, her face, thighs, legs, breasts, belly. He touched it all, embracing the labor and admiring his wife’s amazing body. He verbally told her how sexy she was, how confident she was, how he had never loved her more than in this moment right now.

“Shhh… breathe.” He whispered in her ear as she cried out in pain. She was sitting on her back legs, her arms resting around his neck as she rocked her body back and fourth.

“Can you check me?” She pleaded, leaning back against the headboard for her to expose her dilated pussy. He slowly put a few fingers in her, she gasped at his touch.

“You’re about seven centimeters, baby. Close!” He said, rubbing her folds as she leaned back in distress. He put two fingers in, tracing her walls, feeling what labor was doing to her. She began to contract again and he inserted another finger as she battled her own body.

“More… more…” she pleaded as she gasped in pain. Her husband did not disappoint, he pushed his fingers deeper, almost as if he was looking for his child. She finished once more as he played with her clit and sucked her nipples.

He noticed as she transitioned to active labor she needed less of his support. She knew what she was doing and he found it so sexy. She told him where to rub her back, when she needed water, and then finally when she was ready to push.

What seemed like hours and hundreds of contractions later, Shay looked at her husband and whispered, “I want to push in the water.” Her water had not broken yet, so hearing this brought worry to his mind.

“Let’s get you there and then I’ll check you, okay?” They had a birthing tub ready for her in the corner, he slowly helped his wife up and she leaned into him as they stood in the dim lit room together, swaying back and fourth. He took in her smell, and thought about how in a few short hours, they’d be a family of three.

“Aiden-“ she gasped and stood back as they both watched a transparent liquid fall onto the floor. Relief flooded him before he soon realized his wife would soon be pushing. His wife doubled over in pain, grabbing his shoulder as she hunched over. “Oh.. it’s happening.” She took deep breaths. He didn’t even bother to check her, he knew the time was close.

They moved her into the tub where she leaned back with a slight smile on her face. Aiden was moving the tripod over from the bed, he was pleased with himself that he had captured most of the labor process for both of them to watch later. He watched his wonderful wife breathe through contractions, never screaming like he imagined she would be, almost as if she was born to do it.

“Baby…” she breathed out before scrunching up her face. “Come feel.” He had gotten into the tub with her and had been rubbing her thighs, waiting to stimulate her until she was ready to begin pushing. She guided his hand up to her body and into her opening when he felt something hard and soft. He yet out a yelp as he realizes his child was closer than he thought.

“Are you pushing?” He questioned.

“I’m just letting the baby move down with the contractions. I can feel it, though.” She said closing her eyes as another contraction came.

This continued on for a few more contractions before she let out a cry. She was beginning to bulge. “Baby… baby you’re doing great. Oh… there you go. Just like that.” He coached her, rubbing her thighs under the water. Aiden’s eyes were huge as he admired his wife’s opening, embracing the head that was trying to escape her. “You’re doing it babe, you’re having our baby!” He was so immensely proud of his wife.

“I need to be rubbed.” She said bringing her own hand down to her entrance, and began rubbing around the small dollop that was exciting her, he stopped her.

“Please… let me.” Their eyes met and she understood he had been waiting for this moment right here. She nodded, placing her hand to his cheek. “I… I want to do this part.”

“Bring your baby into this world.” And she began pushing, their eyes fixated on one another. He began rubbing her clit, with one hand with the other rubbing around the folds. She was pushing down, suddenly overwhelmed with sexual stimulation and adoration for her husband. “Aiden, I can feel it. It’s coming out of me!”

Aiden watched as his wife began to stretch, a dark mass protruding from her center. “Dark hair!” Was all he could make out before focusing in on the baby coming out of his wife. “Push baby!”

He looked up at his wife who looked completely exhausted. He suddenly felt bad for all of the orgasms he had given her, she should have been saving his energy. That is before she said, “Keep rubbing baby. I need it.” And he fell in love with her all over. He went to town, worshiping her clit as she continued to push his baby into his hand. “Ugh….” She leaned back in between a contraction. The head continued to stay where it was, despite her enormous efforts. She had sweat around her forehead, and sat with her eyes closed, leaning against the tub.

Aiden continued rubbing but thought of an idea.

“Give me your hand.” He whispered. She opened her eyes, weakly moving her hand down to meet his, he guided it to her entrance where their child’s head protruded out of her. “Now give little pushes.” Her eyes swelled with tears as she gasped in surprise. She moved her fingers around the head. She followed his instructions, grunting with every push, she felt with her hand and her body moving in sync. The tears began to fall from her eyes as she kept her hand in place, feeling the hair and skull exit her body.

“That’s right… just like that… everything is fine, we’re not in a rush. “ Aiden continued to work her folds, stretching around the head while simultaneously rubbing her sweet spot. Suddenly her moans turned into screams as the head continued pushing out of her, coming to a sudden full crown.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He protested, moving his hand to keep the head still. “Baby, slow. Remember, slow and steady wins the race.” And keeps us from the hospital, he thought to himself. She grunted, begged, and pleaded with him as he held his hand steady. He looked at her longingly, pushing her hair back with his free hand. “You have never been more beautiful than you are right now in this moment. Push my baby out of you. Remember when I was rubbing your clit like this earlier?” He began to furiously move his fingers around her clit as she began to push, her moans filling the room. He watched her face change from pleasure, pain, and happiness all within a few moments as she buckled under his touch.

Shays face was red and strained as she huffed and puffed. Her opening was stretched to the max as Aiden watched it move with every breathe. She had her hand cupped around the head and he had his hand placed on top of hers, they both felt it coming out of her inch by inch.

“Need… to… push!” She moaned as she bore down. She reached down with both hands, welcoming the head as it popped out of her. “Baby! I’m splitting open. Please, oh!” She began to panic.

Aiden gasped and checked for the cord while reassuring her she didn’t tear and to let the baby adjust and turn. He held the head in his hand for a moment, realizing just how fragile human life was. He stared at his wife, watching her strain and pant.

“You’re good baby.” He said, his voice full of emotion as she started panting. “Push our baby out!” He cheered.

“Aiden…” she grunted, she shifted trying to move towards him. “Help me up,” she gasped “I want to… get into all fours. Want to get out.” She began attempting to lift herself up out of the water. Aiden jumped up and grabbed a towel. He stared in awe at his child’s head hanging in between his wife’s legs. He saw it’s little features as it began to turn. He was so turned on sexually and emotionally seeing his wife strain with his son or daughter.

She was crouched low, the head hanging out of her. Shay’s hand was cupping the head, her fingers exploring just as he was as doing. He was amazed at her beauty and determination. He couldn’t want to watch her do it over and over again.

“Hurry babe. I need to push!” Her eyes urgently pleaded as she reached towards him for help. He hurried her up and she got down on all fours, grunting and moaning. He acted quickly, suctioning the baby’s mouth and checking to ensure he had grabbed the towels.

She had no idea what came over her, only that the urge to push was so primal, so raw, she couldn’t ignore it. She felt herself blossoming open, as if she would never close back up again. She chanted over and over in her heard, this is what my body was made for.

Aiden watched his wife spread wide open as the shoulders began to leave her body, he helped guide his child into the world as his wife gave one final push and moan, sliding his baby into his waiting hands.

“Oh…” he gasped, feeling the weight of the world suddenly in his hands. His wife turned over, urgently seeking her babe. He placed the baby into her arms as they both began to weep.

“It’s a boy.” His wife swooned. Aiden sprang into action, grabbing the towels and placing them over his son and wife. Sitting beside them looking down at the life they created.

Once they got done admiring the newest member of the family, Shay announced she wanted to birth the placenta in the water before showering off.

During this time he held his wailing son, watching and cheering on his wife as she strained one last final time. They chose to leave the placenta attached for a bit longer as they sat in the bed as a family of three.

“Look at what we made.” Aiden said in awe. Staring at the his wife as she looked down at their son. “I am so proud of you… I don’t deserve you.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“Oh god… that was the most amazing experience ever. Shay murmured as she kissed their newborn’s head. “Let’s do it again…. Just like how we did it now. I want to have as many as we can.” She said after a few moments, he had opened the windows to let the fresh air in, the sound of the ocean lingered in the background. The sun was rising and rays of sun kissed his wife’s head. He grinned in total disbelief.

“Oh, don’t tempt me for a good time.” He said, kissing his wife’s temple. “I’ll give you as many as you let me.”

“Deal.” She sighed happily.

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her belly is bouncing

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Although I try to make my stomach look interesting, it's still too heavy to be pregnant with this belly …

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Sexy lilacbump 2

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Fuck my ass while I am in all on four, make me give birth while you are inside of me🥰

In our space, it's just you and me naked on the bed we conceived our child. The many hours of labour have been a blur of gentle foreplay, orgasms, ever intensifying contractions and my curiosity to check your dilation.

There is a collective rush up our spines as I announce that I feel your cervix is 10 cms dilated and fully effaced. Following our natural urges, you move from laying on a mountain of pillows onto your hands and knees. I watch intently as you assume the position, presenting your beautiful glistening pussy towards me.

Your gravid belly rests against the bed sheet. Your heavy milk-laden breasts shift softly to the motion of your hips as you brace another deep contraction. "Ungghhh ohh uhhh mmmmm uh ohh uhhhh please ahh uhh ohh take meeee," you pant, trying to rise above the pain.

Leaning towards the bedside I reach for a mirror to place on the bed underneath you to reflect your gorgeous pussy. In one swift motion I squirt some lube onto my fingers, rubbing them along my shaft and then teasing your tight little asshole, slowly sliding a finger inside in between contractions.

"Ahhhhh I need to push," you exclaim, grabbing the bed sheet in your fist. "Mmmm not yet babe, I need to feel you," I smirk, responding to your urgency.

Tapping the tip of my cock against your asshole. Your hips begin to shift wildly, fighting off the contraction while assisting my entrance.

I hold your hip with one hand as the other hand holds my cock firmly as I start to pull you onto me, watching intently as the tip of my cock starts to slide inside you. "OH MY GOD!" We moan in unison.

You pant and moan loudly, getting used to the sensation of our baby filling your birth canal whilst my cock inches deeper into your ass. I hold myself still inside, loving how you've taken my entire length.

"Fuckkkkk babe, I can feel you pushing, I can feel the baby moving against the wall of your vagina," I moan as my hips start to shift slowly outward but then back in. I follow your body's motions as you bear down for the first time with a deep gritted push.

You find it much harder to give birth now that your holes are full, I feel everything, making my cock throb hard inside you.

"Good girl give me another deep push, let's see if you can get the head to peek between your labia."

I look down intently watching the mirror looking for any signs of the head. Nothing. Just a heavily pregnant, panting woman trying her best to push.

"You'll just have to keep trying babe," I smile as my thrusts become a little faster and firmer, loving how much your tight asshole hugs my cock.

"Push on the next contraction babe," I wait. Your body tenses and your asshole twitches as your uterus spasms hard. "Ughhh push babe, now! Bear down nice and deep, oh yesssss good girl."

You give into your primal urge to give birth, swearing and groaning deep into the push. I look down and begin to see the dark sight of the baby's head prying your tight labia apart. I continue thrusting as I fuck you, losing my mind to the sensation of you pushing so hard.

"Oh my fucking god babe, if you keep doing that you're going to make me cum inside you by the time this baby fully crowns."

It's as if my filthy words encouraged you to push. Falling back into the rhythm of your body tensing and your hips shifting as you bear down. I watch my cock sliding in and out of you whilst your labia starts to teardrop.

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Imagine You're a Viking War Prize (Part IV)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

The pains that you awaited so impatiently have come at last, fiercer than you could have expected. Outside, the wind howls, snow piling high against the hut. You will be alone for this, you and Den, the two of you bringing this child into the world the way you made it.

Despite the storm that rages outside, you are unbearably hot. Sweat rolls down your brow, through the loose strands of hair that have escaped from your braid as you pace and you groan as a fresh wave of heat and tightness washes over you.

Den’s fingers press into the small of your back, just above where the burning ache has settled. Your arms hang around his neck, his broad shoulders carrying most of your weight, and you press your face into his chest. His skin is cool against your own, a small relief.

The pain passes, finally, and you sag against Den’s chest.

“Good,” he says. “Good.”

The encouragement barely registers, as the pain returns and your world narrows to the heat of your skin, the burning downward pressure of the child within your belly.

***

They’re coming faster now, the pains, one fading into the next with scarcely enough time for you to catch your breath between, it seems.

The early hours of your labor were nothing compared to this and you begin to wish that you’d taken the chance to rest when you could. Instead, you’d spent them with Den’s hands on your body. Now to can barely stand his touch, your skin is so hot, so sensitive and overwrought and burning. Absurdly, though, the memory of his mouth on your breast, his fingers circling slowly between your legs, makes something not altogether unpleasant pulse between your thighs, cresting as the pain does.

You moan.

You feel, more than hear, Den’s breath catch at the noise. He knows that moan, you imagine, the one you make for him and him alone.

He strokes your hair, presses a kiss to your forehead, and ignores the sound of pleasure that you surely couldn’t have made.

This is not a man’s place, you think, pacing out of your husband’s embrace.. You attended many a birth with your mother, before you were brought here, and you cannot recall a man in the birthing room at a single one. Perhaps, you think, this is why, this pleasure that you have never heard discussed, that pulses through you when you should be feeling anything but.

Leaning heavily against one of the beams in the hut, you struggle to catch your breath. Your legs shake beneath you and Den, ever attentive, catches you and holds you steady. The fleeting arousal flares again at his touch.

You moan louder this time, pressing Den’s hand into the swell of your belly. There is a nudge against your backside: your husband’s cock swelling at the noises escaping you.

There’s nothing to be done about it, not while your child is still fighting to escape your body, but you flush hotter at the notion that your pleasure is shared.

***

Den’s hand reaches out for the bare skin of your back but you shrug him off. The fire is hot, the hut is hot, your skin is hot. It’s burning and his touch is too much. “Too much,” you murmur, your body rocking against the bed as you kneel on the mattress.

“I’m sorry,” he says, your great, hulking Jarl of a husband, who is so patient, so tender when you need him to be. “I didn’t mean-”

“Talk to me.” You need the distraction.

Your womb tightens again, a counterpoint to the crushing pain at the base of your spine, and you cry out.

Although your face is pressed to the bed, which Den stripped to the sheets hours ago, you can see him out of the corner of your eye. He looks lost, more so than you think you’ve ever seen.

“Make me want you,” you sigh. He won’t succeed. You know that the pain is too much, the pleasure too ephemeral, but there may be something to be gained in the trying. “I was thinking about before, when you touched me.”

“You felt so tight,” he says softly, hesitantly. “Your belly. Tight and full, hard as my cock gets when I think about you.”

His words stoke the feeling within you again, pulsing and throbbing with the pressure of the child within you. Your belly is tight like that now, gripped by the throes of another contraction, and you run your hand over your mounded stomach, nodding. “Tell me more.”

“I wish I could touch you,” Den says into your ear. “Lick you, fuck you. You must be so soft now, all warm and slick and open. I’d slide right into you.”

You groan. Between your legs, there is a driving pressure, spreading between the wings of your hips, the child pushing down and out of you. There is also a warmth, bubbling up at Den’s words. You pant, lightheaded, focusing only on his words, the waves of pleasure and pressure and pain that wash over you.

The sensations peak, all of them at once, and you cry out. Your face is wet, you realize, slicked with sweat like the rest of your body.

Sparing a glance at Den, your shudder to see that, rather than touching you, he is palming his stiff cock through his woollen pants. It is enough to make your insides throb. You can’t tell whether the pleasure brings pain or vice versa, but another contraction grips you right on the heels of the last.

The time draws near..

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You throw your head back, crying out as Den’s fingers circle just above the nub between your legs. You are on your back now, legs and arms splayed across the bare sheets. His mouth his at your breast, suckling and licking, drawing pressure to match the press of his fingers against you, the push of the babe within.

The world narrows to the space encompassed by your body, the places where your husband’s touches it.

Your are so full, aware of nothing but the descent of your child’s head between your hips, stretching you apart. There is something fitting in the stretch, not dissimilar to the press of Den’s cock within you, and your hips writhe, seeking some sort of relief, caught between pain and pressure and ecstasy, but it eludes you.

Instead, the sensations mingle together into an overwhelming urge to push.

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A bolt of cloth has hung tied to the rafters of your hut for weeks now. It is an old trick, one learned years ago from your mother to help in just such an occasion, a tactic to aid stubborn babies’ passage into the world.

The fabric is damp in your fists, but you hold it tightly. Teetering on the edge of the bed, you put your weight into the security of the cloth. Your muscles clench in protest, clenching around the solid weight of the child crowing between your legs. The lips of your cunt burn from the stretch, but the pressure is so heavy and satisfying that you push into it.

You are moaning, you think, or groaning perhaps, along with the waves of pain, with the stroke of Den’s hands along your spread thighs.

Your husband’s hands trace your skin, but his eyes are fixed firmly between your legs. You can see the outline of his cock still, hard and long. “You’re beautiful like this,” he says. “You’re stretched so wide. Wider than I stretch you, even. I can see the whole head. Feel.”

Reaching between your legs, you feel it, the warm, pulsing bulge. Your body pushes harder, almost as though you have no choice in the matter, just as you have had no choice in the way your body has swelled these last months. This child will make its way into the world of its own volition, but you want to do your best to help it along.

Catching Den’s gaze, you push harder, leaning heavy into the cloth rope for leverage. You feel the burning stretch again, like you are splitting open, the pressure building and building, brushing that spot inside of you that Den so loves to stroke, until finally, something gives way and you feel the rest of your child slide from your body into Den’s waiting hands. You cry out, the relief more exquisite than anything you think you’ve ever experienced, and you sink to the ground.

“A boy,” Den cries, cradling the squalling infant to your chest.

“A boy,” you echo. A perfect son, the first of many, you hope.

You turn your attention to the child, secure in the knowledge that you have given your husband a strong heir. You have done your duty, willingly, happily, and found pleasure in it. More than that, you have found a family where yours was lost, a purpose where you had none. You cannot wait to see how it will grow.

(Sorry for the long wait! Hope the conclusion was worth it! Thanks for reading-Asphodel)

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I sit behind you in the massive tub, the water doing nothing to ease the pressure ramming through your pelvis. My hand is between your legs, fingers circling the teardrop shape of your opening. You pull your knees back, hips opening painfully wide as you bear down hard with another contraction. My palm fills as the baby’s head bulges and strains against your tight folds. My fingers part to trace the outline of the modest crown, stretching and teasing apart the sensitive tissues until your desperate whines condense into a scream.

It’s okay, take a breath. I’ve got you. The head’s not going anywhere, but now the only way to make it better is to get the baby out. Keep pushing.

My other hand reaches around your massive belly and together they form a ring around the little protruding dome and give you something to push against. It’s burning now, but you can’t stop. Your feet find purchase on the rim of the bath and fingers clutch desperately at your shaking thighs to keep them from snapping shut against the unbearable fiery stretch.

You’re doing so well. You’re at a full crown now, but you’ve got to wait for another contraction to push again. I like you like this—moaning and writhing against me as you struggle to birth this massive head. Perhaps my hands will stay right where they are, keeping you at the peak of fullness for just a little while longer.

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The thought of birthing your child in your partners lap is it for me.

The vulnerability, spread your legs for them. Will they play with your laboring cunt to help you speed things up? Will they suck on your achy nipples, just waiting to be toyed with?

Just leaning into them, moaning and panting in their ear. Your hips grinding from the pain this baby is causing, but can be such a turn on for the person witnessing this.

His cock pressed firmly against your achy folds that are waiting to contract — hovering above him as your udders are plastered in his face. The easy access to your clit - right there, and you orgasm in front of everyone.

As your water breaks and your child is birthed in both your laps.

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I kinda want my man to act as my gyno at home with me in the stirrups. Then with using either a speculum or speculum like tool open me a bit (I’m still super tight) to deeply insert the Epi-No. from there I’d want him to take out the tools and pump up the Epi-No some. Then after having it in me for a bit I’d want him to check me and tell me it’s time to start pushing. I’d need him to be confident and reassuring as I push because I’ve never pushed anything remotely that size out of me. Idk if I’ll be okay feeling the burn. I’m so new at this! Should I worry about not being able to crown fast enough?

It would be a huge turn on having a partner who shares your birthing kink - being able to explore a scene with them involving an Epi-No. Perhaps even a Bundle of Joy (https://simpregnate.com/).

Having your partner focus on your arousal, helping you to relax so that they can slide in the toy. Then spending quality time together "labouring", they constantly check on you and your progress.

Then the time comes and you have the biggest urge to push. Getting into position on a couch or bed, looking into your partner's eyes as you bear down hard and push. Following your instincts you don't hold back as you feel the toy slowly inching from you. You might even discover that the ring of fire gives you a huge sense of pleasure over the pain.

Watching as your partner reaches between your legs to catch the toy sliding completely out of you. The biggest sense of accomplishment and pleasure sweeping through you. You deserve all of their praise, you're so amazing for chasing this rush.

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(Not my art)

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Stretched so so beautifully 🤭

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Beach House Birth

Disclaimer: 18+, Sex during Labor and Birth, Birth,

Two days late. She thought to herself. Of course this baby will be stubborn like their father. She mused.

“Everything okay out here?” A soft voice whispered in her ear. She learned into the comfort of the voice, closing her eyes in pure bliss.

Shay knew what her husband wanted. He didn’t want to miss his nightly ritual of worshiping her pregnant body. He loved the belly, he was going to miss it, they both were.

He stared down at her for what felt like hours. Could it be time? Or maybe just those Braxton hicks again. She was two days late though… he thought.

She had sat quietly before whispering softly, “that was a contraction, baby.” Her bright eyes looked up at him with a terrified look on them. She was scared and needed reassurance. With Aiden

He watched her body contract while he stroked his member that was growing harder every second.

They both wanted to enjoy their final moments as a family of two.

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“Shhh… breathe.” He whispered in her ear as she cried out in pain. She was sitting on her back legs, her arms resting around his neck as she rocked her body back and fourth.

“Can you check me?” She pleaded, leaning back against the headboard for her to expose her dilated pussy. He slowly put a few fingers in her, she gasped at his touch.

“Are you pushing?” He questioned.

“I’m just letting the baby move down with the contractions. I can feel it, though.” She said closing her eyes as another contraction came.

“I need to be rubbed.” She said bringing her own hand down to her entrance, and began rubbing around the small dollop that was exciting her, he stopped her.

“Please… let me.” Their eyes met and she understood he had been waiting for this moment right here. She nodded, placing her hand to his cheek. “I… I want to do this part.”

Aiden watched as his wife began to stretch, a dark mass protruding from her center. “Dark hair!” Was all he could make out before focusing in on the baby coming out of his wife. “Push baby!”

Aiden continued rubbing but thought of an idea.

“Need… to… push!” She moaned as she bore down. She reached down with both hands, welcoming the head as it popped out of her. “Baby! I’m splitting open. Please, oh!” She began to panic.

“You’re good baby.” He said, his voice full of emotion as she started panting. “Push our baby out!” He cheered.

“Oh…” he gasped, feeling the weight of the world suddenly in his hands. His wife turned over, urgently seeking her babe. He placed the baby into her arms as they both began to weep.

“It’s a boy.” His wife swooned. Aiden sprang into action, grabbing the towels and placing them over his son and wife. Sitting beside them looking down at the life they created.

Once they got done admiring the newest member of the family, Shay announced she wanted to birth the placenta in the water before showering off.

“Look at what we made.” Aiden said in awe. Staring at the his wife as she looked down at their son. “I am so proud of you… I don’t deserve you.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“Oh, don’t tempt me for a good time.” He said, kissing his wife’s temple. “I’ll give you as many as you let me.”

“Deal.” She sighed happily.

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Birth partner with a difference

Jolie paced around her living room, this was crazy, was she crazy? Her hand went to her baby bump, she knew a lot of people thought she was crazy. She was 5 months pregnant, and had recently broken up with her boyfriend of 4 years. But it wasn’t because of the break up that she was nervous, it was because of the next person who was due to move in. Her family all lived on the other side of the world, so worried she would struggle without support during the rest of her pregnancy and labour. She pointed out she had survived the last 2 months on her own, but they insisted on sending someone.

This someone was called Samantha her mother had found her on the internet, she was a professional pregnancy and labour coach. Apparently she had been a surrogate for 10 years, so although she had no children of her own she was experienced in pregnancy and birth. It seemed this woman now offered to support single woman like Jolie though there pregnancy and births, today was just a introductory meeting. Her family had promised her all she had to do is meet Samantha, and if she didn’t like her then the fact she had tried was enough. So Jolie had booked the appointment, knowing she already knew her answer.

But she was still nervous, she wondered what this woman would be like. Jolie guessed this woman was going to be in her late 40′s, only stopped being a surrogate when she could no longer produce children. Maybe she was 50 and had hit menopause, now she couldn’t make money carrying children for woman she now made her money advising them instead. Jolie guessed she must be like a footballer, now she was too old to play she now was the manager.

Jolie’s doorbell rang and to her surprise the woman who she opened the door too only looked a few years older then her, she wore a big puffy coat and a bright smile. “Hi I’m Samantha, can I come in?”

As soon as Jolie let her in Samantha went into the living room, “I guess we should get straight too it, what do you want to know? I have been told you are not keen on the idea, so I guess the best way is for you to ask me question so you can be sure either way”.

Jolie hadn’t expected Samantha to be so direct, she didn’t even take her coat off. “Umm I guess you could start by telling me what you would be doing? I mean are you like a nurse?”

“So I’m not fully medically trained, but I am trained in helping women give birth if you wanted a home birth with just me. But if we went into a hospital I would just be like any other friend or family member, I would had you over to there medical team and would be there for support.”

“Right so your mainly here for the birth?” Jolie asked.

“No I’m also here for you during the rest of your pregnancy, I would move in and I would be as hands on as you wanted. It’s all depending on what you want, I can be just here in case you need anything or can be reminding you to take your vitamins and hold your hand during scans”.

Jolie looked at Samantha, she was an attractive woman and seemed to be genuinely a nice person. Her family had offered to pay her fee and it would give them reassurance, what harm could this woman do? “Okay I’m in, when can you start?”

“I’ll get my stuff from the car” Samantha said with a smile, Jolie helped her bring in a few of the boxes. When they finished taking all her suitcases to the spare room, she took her coat off. It was then Jolie noticed she had a tiny pot belly, she wondered if it was from all the pregnancies or was she still a surrogate? Could she be working two jobs at once?

Samantha saw that Jolie had noticed her belly, “don’t worry like I explained to your family, it won’t affect my work with you and I am due a month after you.”

“Doesn’t the person who you are carrying it for mind?” Jolie asked.

Samantha looked at Jolie puzzled and then understood, “Oh right, no no. I’m no longer a surrogate, this is my baby. I decided to have a child using a friend, he isn’t going to be the father or anything, he just helped me out. But enough about me, all that matters is this won’t affect my work”.

Jolie didn’t want to admit it but over the next few weeks having Samantha around really did make a difference, she was able to answer any questions and was generally great company. It seemed they both had not only there pregnancies in common, but they both had similar interests.

In a way Jolie got so used to Samantha being in her life it was like she had always been there, she felt so close to her never feeling silly when she asked a question. She wished she had felt this close to her ex, maybe then they would of stayed together.

But that was ridiculous to think because what was done was done, and anyway Samantha was female and Jolie was straight. Actually this had become an issue because both women couldn’t deny the chemistry, both mentally and physically they were attracted to each other. Samantha had told Jolie she was into women early on, Jolie had to keep reminding herself she was straight.

Now that Jolie was 6 months pregnant, Samantha was daily rubbing oils into her bump and giving her back messages. They could both feel the desire as the women were both in there underwear, touching each other.

But the breaking point came one night when they were discussing why Samantha had decided to have a baby of her own, she had waited for a partner and found it so hard to watch others create a family. She had longed for the child in her womb to be her’s just once, so she went for it. Jolie had to fight to not tell Samantha she would be there woman for her.

When Jolie then spoke about her passionless relationship with her ex, how he told her if she left he would not recognise the child as his own. Samantha wanted to take Jolie in her arms and tell her she would never leave, but she knew she would when Jolie had the baby. Jolie would never feel the same, she knew better then to fall for a straight girl.

They gave each other a hug and Jolie moans slightly as one of her sensitive nipples rubbed against the fabric of her top, she hadn’t put a bra on today. The jolt had woken her sleeping baby, she rubbed her belly trying to sooth it. Samantha joined in leaning over to help rub Jolie’s blossoming belly, there faces were so close to each other. Neither of then true knew who kissed who, but there lips like magnets locked together. As they kissed they both seances the other was enjoying it, so there bodies melted together.

Samantha held the bottom of Jolie’s top and when they separated the pulled it up and over her head, she smiles when she saw Jolie’s bare breasts. She looked into Jolie’s eyes, making sure she was comfortable with it before kissing her neck and starting to make sweet love to her on the sofa.

That night opened a door neither of them wanted to close, the next morning they both worried the other would think it was a mistake. Until they looked at each other, and knew that they felt the same for each other. That morning Samantha contacted Jolie’s family, she explained how things had changed between them. So now she didn’t feel comfortable taking there money, not when she didn’t see Jolie as a client anymore. They tried to insist on paying still but she refused, she wanted to help and support Jolie as an equal.

Over the next 3 months there relationship grew and they fell deeper and deeper in love with each other, as they arranged there birth plans Jolie knew she wanted to birth her child into her lovers arms. Whilst Samantha wanted to go to the hospital as she doubted she could look after herself whilst in labour and wanted pain relief if needed.

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“Nnnnaaaaaaahhhh” Jolie groaned, she was now a week overdue and clutching her large rock-hard belly.

“Breath though it, that’s it” Samantha told her as she waddled over.

Jolie tried to remember the breathing techniques Samantha taught her, but it was hard now she was in pain. These contractions were getting worse, it wasn’t just pain it was pressure that she was trying to withstand. “Huff huff hooo huff huff hooo” Jolie panted.

Giving her belly a loving stroke, Samantha separated Jolie’s knees so she would spread her legs. As Samantha checked her, Jolie knew her pussy would look more swollen and not as inviting as the last time she had been down there. Even though that had been less then a week ago, Jolie was just glad this baby was finally on it’s way. But before Jolie could be checked she moaned as a contraction hit hard, “ohhhh ohh ohh ohhhhhhh”. She hoped the pain would pass soon, these contractions were getting so close together and were lasting longer.

Once Samantha was sure the contraction was over she ran a light finger over Jolie’s lips, then slipped 2 finger between the moist folds of her sensitive vagina. Jolie tensed and took deep breaths as Samantha used her gloved fingers to check her dilation, she could feel the spongy bag of waters was still intact. “You’re 9 cm’s” Samantha told her sliding her fingers out as gently as she could, “it won’t be long now, you are almost ready to start pushing”.

“Really? But my waters haven’t even broken yet, I don’t think I’m.. ohhh ohhh owwww”. Jolie curled up on the bed in pain, Samantha was starting to get sympathy contractions she felt so much for her. She got on the bed and snuggled close, their large bellies straining against each other. Samantha could feel with her own belly the contractions in Jolie’s were getting intense.

Jolie moaned and howled in pain until she couldn’t take it anymore, “Ohhh ohh I need too, ohhh I need to push”. Samantha didn’t need to check her she knew from the sound she was making she was ready. So she gave her the go ahead, and repositioned herself ready to guide her. Jolie bore down and a gush of amniotic fluid burst from her, all the pressure made it speed out of her all at once. “Ohhhh gaahhhhhhhhhh”, Jolie moaned as she pushed clutching the plastic sheet under her.

“That it, keep pushing” Samantha encouraged, Jolie was already beginning to bulge and stretch. At this rate it wasn’t going to be long before the baby’s head would be crowning. Samantha was right, with the next push the child started to come out of Jolie. “I can see the baby, you’re almost there”, Samantha told her.

Jolie used her hand to feel and was amazed as she felt the baby’s head pushing against her, she birth more of the baby into her own hand.

“Don’t stop, push again”, instructed Samantha. She could see the head emerging from the woman she loved, she was so proud and felt so emotional. She even felt the pain of another sympathy contraction, whist Jolie felt the pain of forcing a child out of her.

When the baby’s head slipped out, Samantha was positioned between Jolie’s legs. She supported the head, as Jolie rested before trying to push out the rest of the body.

Suddenly Samantha felt a cramping in her stomach, this one made her feel a pressure within and made her whole belly tense up. She didn’t need this right now, but she knew this was the beginning of her own labour. She had to focus on Jolie, then she would go to the hospital for her own birth.

“Ugggggggghhhhh, I need to push,” Jolie moaned.

“Do it, I’m right here ready to catch the baby. One more push and you’re gonna be a mama.” she promised. As Jolie released the child from her, Samantha felt a her belly get very tight very fast before all the pressure released from her with a gush. As she caught the baby her waters that just broke soaked the sheet beneath her, she knew she had to focus on Jolie and not think about her own labour. She had to get though this without worrying her and then once she was settled they could all go to the hospital for her birth.

Jolie lay back tired from her birth, her son’s cry filling the room. Samantha handed him to his mother before tying up and cutting the cord, she helped her birth the placenta whilst still dealing with her own contractions. She had to just keep her mind off it that’s all, but she could feel the baby was already ready to be born. She knew that she didn’t have time to get to the hospital, she was about to tell Jolie but she looked so peaceful holding her son.

Her body tensed, “I’m going to have a bath, my back is playing up” she said, not waiting for Jolie to respond before walking towards the ensuite.

“Okay, I’m just gonna watch our little one” she said not taking his eyes off the newborn. Jolie despite being in pain Can’t Help But smile that child was refured to as theres.

Once she had closed the door Samantha let out her first moan as quietly as she could, she rubbed her contracting belly “Ohhhhhh baby you wanted to get in on the action did you?” She now knew those sympathy pains she felt whist helping Jolie, must have been her in labour also. She felt like a fool, she had put herself in such a difficult position.

As she began to fill the bath she found the wait agonising, “gaaaahhhhhhhh hoo hooo” she moaned knowing this really wasn’t gonna take long. She needed to squat, she held tight to the side of the bath. They were just getting stronger, she wished she had told Jolie now needed her to just comfort her though this. Taking off her clothes was difficult to say the least, the amniotic fluid made her legging and panties stick to her.

But once she lowered herself into the warm bathwater she breathed out in relief, she was so used to giving birth to other people’s babies. She was used to them making all the decisions whist she just did as she was told, now it was all up to her it was overwhelming. Her contractions were less painful now in the water but they still hit her hard and were almost on top of each other, she groaned letting each one progress her further along. She had to start pushing actively now, her body was already trying to take over inching the child forward down her birth canal.

Soon she was feeling the baby moving closer to her opening, she could do this she could birth this baby. She hoped Jolie would understand when she left the bathroom with her own newborn, she kept pushing each time she got the urge. She put her leg over the side of the bath to try and get her legs as wide apart as possible, it took a long time but eventually she felt the head start to bulge. “Nnnngh” she moaned no longer caring about volume control, but that was a mistake because Jolie didn’t even knock she just rushed in to see if she was okay.

“Oh my god you went into labor whilst having a bath?” she asked

“Yeah” Samantha lied

“why didn’t you call for me?” she asked coming closer

“I thought you were busy”

“you’re having a baby!” Jolie pointed out

Samantha responded by reacting to her contraction “Naaaaggghhhhh”, she could feel the baby’s head spreading her further. The pain around where the head was emerging continued, but now Jolie knelt beside her telling her she was amazing. It wasn’t the powerful drugs the hospital provided, but the love from her woman was still a powerful force again the pain.

Slipping her hand into the water Jolie pressed her hands against her lovers belly as another contraction hit, Samantha’s stomach became rock hard. “You really haven’t got much time till the child is here”.

And as if in response the urge to push gripped Samantha, “naaaaggghhhhh”. Once it stopped she pressing lightly against her lower belly, she could feel the baby squirming, trying to make its exit. Reaching down lower she could feel the bulging of the baby’s head lower spreading her lips, and the straining skin of her lips taunt under her fingers.

“Oh the child, gaaaaahhhhhh it’s so close to crowning” she says as she leaned her head back on the edge of the tub. “Ohhhhhhhh Jolie it hurts and I’m tired.” She moaned, it took so much out of her to help Jolie as she labored and gave birth. She was happy to do it, but ideally not the have to give birth to her own child straight after.

“You must be frustrated and exhausted, but we will get through it.” Jolie said.

The idea of pushing the rest of the baby out was going to be tiring, but she knew that this child was a gift. “ I could never be frustrated by the birth of my own child, ohhhhhh gaaaaaaahhhhhhhh”. She moaned as she felt the urge to push return, she felt sensation that was all to familiar as the baby’s head emerged from her body.

She cradled her belly pulling closer as she pushed, was desperate to get the baby out as quickly as possible. She was exhausted and just wanting the little one in her arms, the head was almost filling out. “Ughhhh gaaaaahhhhhh” with one last push the baby’s head slid and was between her legs.

“Just a little more,” her lover encouraged. She couldn’t wait for there family to be complete.

Samantha bore down feeling the baby’s shoulders squeeze out of her, she felt the shoulders spread her wide. She gasped trying to force the child out of her, squeezing Jolie’s hand as she pushed until the baby slid out. Reaching down, she carefully grasped it and brought it to the surface.

“It’s a boy, we have boy’s” Jolie said.

Later that evening they lay together with their sleeping children, they joked there children were like twins being born on the same day. They loved each other and both the children, they knew they had many good things on the horizon.

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i wanna pump you full with big heavy multiples and give you birth suppressants until you're uncomfortably overdue. one day i sneak labor inducing pills into your food, three times the amount that's recommended, and take you out into public. the dose i gave you is so high that you speedrun through early labor and dilate faster than you're prepared to handle. it doesn't take long before the first massive head comes barreling through your birth canal and the sheer pressure brings you to your knees. people stare but nobody cares enough to help or even ask if you're okay. i force you to your feet and make you keep walking, even though the contractions are coming faster and stronger by the second. i tell you to keep quiet and not to push. you try to be good for me even though i can see how much you want to drop down and scream those babies out of your tight tiny hole. you understand that i do this because i love you, right? i just love showing you and that big belly of yours off, showing everyone that you belong to me and what we've made together.

we move for two hours, your steps becoming increasingly unsteady and your breathing having turned into panicked panting. by the time we finally arrive home, there’s a huge bulge between your legs - despite your efforts to follow my orders, your body has pushed our baby down on its own.

i lead you to the bed, make you lie down and tell you you're allowed to push. your relief is shortlived because as the head inches ever so slightly forward, forming that famous teardrop shape, i stop its descend with my hand. your hips buck in surprise at the searing pain in your nether region and i use that moment to snap the chestity belt i've been holding, unbeknownst to you, into place around your hips.

i said you're allowed to push, not to birth. you really ought to pay more attention to what i say.

i can't be mad at you for not listening, of course. not when you look this beautiful - face red with exertion and glistening with sweat, writhing helplessly, trying and failing to find a position that relieves some of the agony, sobbing and screaming about how much it hurts, how big it is, begging to let you give birth. i just sit back and enjoy the show.

i let you suffer like that the entire night, watch as you wear yourself out with useless pushes. that baby's not going anywhere, darling, not until i decide it is. it's early morning when i finally do. you've earned the right to give birth, i think. i unlock the chastity belt but by now you're too weak to push properly. one would think your canal would be loose at this point but no, the baby still creeps forward at a torturous slow speed, making you feel every detail of the face. and those shoulders, wow, looks like we have a future quarterback in our family!

you've been in hard labor for almost 20 hours by the time the baby finally slides out of you. you're a sobbing mess but the tears of pain mix with tears of relief.

the next five minutes are nice for you. you hold our baby and even though your nether regions must still burn like hell, you're smiling weakly.

then your belly shrinks again, you wince, i see pure panic and horror flash over your face. i take the baby from you as you abruptly, uncontrollably start to bear down again, contractions hitting you again at full force as our next big baby forces its way through your body. despite the fact it's too huge for you, it's still a bit smaller than its sibling and slides forward quite fast. too fast for my liking. look at that, it's already beginning to crown. no, we can't have that, can we? where would be the fun in that?

you're so caught up in your pain that you don’t even notice me snapping the chastity belt back into place. even as you push fruitlessly, the head bulging grotesquely between your legs with no chance of escape.

don't worry, darling, i'll make sure there's a couple more fun days ahead for you. we have time, and there's still some babies left in that belly of yours.

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