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currently thinking about being showered with praise and reassurance but also absolutely dominated through a birth and lots of denial

"i know it hurts, but you're being so good letting your body open up, just keep breathing"

"i know you have to push but you're being such a good girl waiting for permission, just a little longer, okay?"

"that was such a good push! it's coming down just like it's supposed to, keep going!"

"i see the head, you're stretching so good, baby."

"it's stretching you so wide, i think we need to stop pushing again to give you time to stretch. it's okay baby, you don't have to cry i know you can do it."

"i know you want to push so bad, but trust me. just wait a little longer."

"it's okay if you have to push, it's okay, i'll just hold the head in for you."

"you're stretching so good, you'll only have to hold him in a little longer, i promise."

"look at that! you took your time stretching and the head just popped right out, i told you it would be okay!"

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Oh to have deep sex while in active labor.

I want the father of my child to fuck me while contractions get stronger and closer together. I want to feel his cock take away all of the pressure building between my pelvis as he penetrates my plump pussy.

Every stroke stretches out my future birth canal and my body gets overwhelmed, whimpering while taking him and breathing through the pain. My contractions coil me tighter around him. When his cock starts twitching inside of my overdue pussy I hold his hands, making sure he presses into the body he made ripe with his child.

I could feel his tip push into my dilated cervix and kiss the baby's head deep inside of me. And right before he cums inside of me I'd wrap my legs around him and push him even deeper. His cock pierces the amniotic sac and my waters gush against his hips while he fills my emptying womb with his cum.

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i keep daydreaming about being pregnant-- not just pregnant, but gravid. i want to be so big i can hardly reach around my swollen belly, so heavy i feel inescapably full. i want to struggle to sit up and waddle around the weight in my hips when i walk. i want to be so overdue i have contractions every time i cum and i cum every time i start feeling contractions. i'd be wet and hard allllll the time

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Husband pregnant with a blocked birth canal, gynecologist wife tries to help him through the contractions and make him do some walking around their garden admist terrible contractions since it will help unblock the birth canal.. he is already due! Please can you write something on those lines?

Words: 1.3K+

Content: Mpreg, contains an outdoors birth

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“I-I can’t…it’s stuck!”

He’d been pushing bare naked while standing, hands on his thighs, knees slightly bent on the bathroom floor for the past 10 minutes or so, his wife with him with her hand gently rubbing his back. The couple was trying the tactic of him pushing his hands downward on the top of his belly, with his wife working her fingers through his opening to try to help the baby come out, but it was too painful, and the struggling father wasn’t making much progress. 

He was panting heavily as he felt another contraction ramp up. He grunted and gave another push.

He’d been overwhelmed and anxious because his labor had progressed pretty fast in the first half of the day. But now that he was due to push, the baby’s head was stuck lodged in his birth canal and hadn’t crowned yet.

“I’m sorry, babe, I-I can’t, it’s not coming out!” He shook his head, tears forming in his eyes, looking desperately at his wife. 

“It’s alright, it’s gonna be alright. Breathe, baby. Don’t force it.” She reminded her husband, moving herself in front of his view and looking at him in the eyes gently and lovingly, whilst rubbing his heavy, aching belly soothingly. He slowed his rapid breathing down, taking slow, deep breaths and calming himself, trying to focus on her. “You’re doing so well. Don’t worry, we’ll figure out a way to get things to move along.” 

He wiped his tears with his forearm. 

“Come on, honey, let’s take a walk outside the back and get some fresh air. We can see if it’ll help with the blockage, you think you’re up for it?” She asked her husband. 

“Yeah, that sounds…that sounds good,” He nodded, a bit out of breath. He wasn’t entirely eager to stop pushing where he was to walk somewhere else in their home, but whatever he needed to do to just get this baby out. 

His wife grabbed the towel placed underneath him, along with another new towel from the bathroom closet. She helped him get his shorts back on and let him hang off her shoulder as they walked out from the bathroom towards the kitchen area where the sliding door was out to the backyard. 

“Ohhh it hurts, it hurts.” He winced, shutting his eyes and holding his painful, contracting belly from underneath as he limped his way to the sliding door. He huffed and slowly blew out a breath as the intense contraction passed over him. 

“I know, honey, I know. You got this,” She encouraged him as she opened the door to their backyard.

He breathed in deeply and took in the warm, fresh spring air, opening his eyes to the backyard view. The afternoon Sun shone bright in the clear sky. The lawn grass was a vibrant green; the flowers which the couple planted along the tall fence earlier in the spring had also bloomed.

“Alright, we’ll have you walk around back here, see if it can help get things unblocked.” His wife explained to him.

The couple linked hands, with her other hand on her husband’s back. He paced along the grass lawn, with his wife walking beside him.

“Ohhh godddd…” He moaned at another horrible contraction, hunching over grabbing his heavy, dropped belly and blowing out a huff of breath. “Hooohhhhhh….” His contractions were not only strong but a minute long and getting much closer, almost on top of one another. His hips ached from the weight of his baby in his pelvis. 

“Very good. I’ve got you. Breathe.” His wife said, rubbing his back. “That was pretty rough, huh?”

“It’s been that way all day…” He winced. Fuck, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. At least the weather was nice out today. 

The couple continued to walk along the grass lawn for some time. With each step, he could feel the baby’s head pressing against his birth canal, causing a horrible pressure. He stopped walking when suddenly he felt the head crowning. 

“Babe, I think…ohhhh it’s coming!!” He exclaimed, clutching his belly.

She put her hand on his belly as well. “Okay, everything’s moving along. Do you wanna go back inside?” 

“No-nope…gotta pushhhh!!!” He grunted at another contraction, which pressed the baby’s head further into his birth canal. Nothing felt like it was blocked up anymore, that was a relief. But not really, because he had to push.

“Alright, amazing, I’ll just lay out the towels.” His wife acted quickly, walking them back both to the concrete, and placing the towels on the concrete in front of the sliding door. She helped him stand on top of the towels and quickly stripped him of his shorts, so he was bare naked outside, about to give birth on the patio.

“How do you want to push?" She asked then. "Do you want to push standing like earlier? Or squatting, or..."

“Y-yeah, I can stand.” He nodded.

“Let me check you –” She said, kneeling in front of him and proceeding to examine him. “Okay everything looks good. Push on the next contraction, honey.” 

He planted his feet further apart, bending his knees, and pressing his hands to his thighs. He took a deep breath and grunted as he pushed. “Hrgghhhh…ahhhh…” 

“You can do it, darling,” His wife encouraged. “Push, push, pushhhhh…” 

“Hnnnghhhh!!!!” He groaned as he bore down. “Oohhhh it’s big!!” He whined, hot tears stinging his eyes at the feeling of the lips of his opening expanding. 

His wife looked underneath him and saw the baby’s head was crowning. She continued to instruct her husband to breathe and push. Gripping at his thighs, he sucked in a deep breath and let out a loud groan. With a big push, he’d finally managed to get the baby’s head out. 

“Amazing job,” She said. “Alright, here comes the shoulders.” 

He nodded and took a deep breath. When he had another contraction, he firmly pressed his hands to the thighs of his slightly bent legs standing planted to the floor and his head hung down. She kept his hand on his back as he pushed, letting out a loud groan. “Aaaaahhhhh!!!” The shoulders were almost completely out. 

“Good, that was good.” She assured. She had her hand underneath his legs. “Okay, we can try again where you put pressure on your belly. Does that sound good? It’s up to you.”

“Yeah. Mhm.” He nodded. “We’ll do that.”

He placed both hands on his belly, breathing deeply on another contraction and pressing his hand downwards. The baby’s shoulders were inching out of him with each push, they weren’t stuck like earlier when he was pushing in the bathroom.

“You’re doing great. Keep pushing, honey.” His wife encouraged him.

Her husband panted hard and grunted through another big push, then a few more pushes, slowly pressing his hands down on his belly once more. With more pushing and grunting, he’d manage to get the shoulders out of his body. His legs trembled, he hunched over with his hands to his thighs and groaned, “Ohhhhh god….” in total overwhelm. He panted heavily as he anticipated what he hoped to be his final set of pushes.

His wife kept holding her hands underneath the baby’s head. “Amazing job. I have the head. Keep going, you’re almost there.”

With that, her husband took some more deep breaths, and with another contraction, he felt his belly harden, he had the uncontrollable urge to push. He spread his legs further apart and took a deep breath. He pressed his hands more firmly against his thigh, pushing and yelling loudly until the baby was completely out of his body and caught in his wife’s hands.

He was still hunched over, panting and catching his breath. Sweat completely drenched his body. His heavy panting melted into soft sobs because it was all over. 

His wife gave him the crying baby to hold to his bare, leaking chest. “You did so great.” She gave her husband a gentle smile and kissed him.

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A King Should Labor Effortlessly

pt. 1

The Elven king has fallen pregnant. It is normal in elven culture to labor publically, because elven labor can last for months. Labor and birth is mundane, easy. Escpecially the king should be strong enough to bear his pregnancy with grace. But what if everything is not as it should be?

~ 982 words. also published on my ao3.

It was not uncommon in the elven race to labor for several months. The bodies of the celestial beings slow in maturing; slow in changing in any way. But they couldn’t stop their day-to-day lives for such a long time so labour was not as private as amongst humans. It was quite often that you’d see a soon-to-be parent cluthing their heavy middle in great pain while teaching elflings about the way of the world in the gardens. Or an advisor of the king spreading open their legs as the pressure of their slowly descending babe grew greater and greater over the course of weeks.

But now it was the king himself who had his heaving, contracting belly resting on his lap as he was having an audience with some citizens. His hand was rubbing his grotesque middle with vigor through his heavy robes as the baby squirmed inside, feeling lower and lower each day. This was his first pregnancy and he was nervous, he had to admit.

Aldoran’s belly was huge. It was heavy and extended well out of his frame. The king hadn’t been able to wrap his arms around it for a year. The skin was so stretched it looked almost translucent. The babe was so heavy in his pelvis that his back was all twisted due to the uneven weight. While Aldoran walked to the throne room, he had to stop on multiple occasions as he was stopped by a sharp contraction in his middle. He was holding his heavy belly with both of his hands to be able to walk easier.

It had become a chore to climb up on his high chair, but every time he had managed. Although it squished his belly uncomfortably against the structure, Aldoran pushed through. Sitting down he faced the people. They were so used to seeing their king this massively pregnant that they didn’t pay attention anymore. Some exceptions kept asking if he was carrying twins due to the sheer massiveness of his belly.

A hard contraction gripped his belly just as a citizen was speaking, and Aldoran groaned silently, rubbing the huge dome through his robes. His cock was standing hard under the clothes and he couldn’t help but buck his hips up to meet the tight belly. Nobody paid any mind, they had seen enough laboring elves not to care.

It had been a very unfortunate situation that had gotten him into his current condition. An escort of his had supposedly been a very fertile individual even though usually the king’s company was chosen very carefully to avoid any accidents. Once they had discovered the pregnancy, it would have been too risky to terminate it.

To be frank, at the beginning, Aldoran had enjoyed it. He had found lust within himself that he hadn’t thought possible when he had watched his fertile belly bloom with his child. When it was a year and even two years into growing. After the third year, and well into the fourth, however, he had started to worry about the size of his growth. He looked well larger than other elves who were much farther in their journey. Now nearing the very end of his fifth year of carrying, his belly was almost twice the size of his fellow elves.

Some people admired the fertility of the king. It was rare to carry twins, so it was a good sign that their king had been granted such an honor. Most people, however, didn’t bat an eye.

Aldoran palpated his hard belly through his robes, trying his best to pay attention to the young elf speaking his concern about the neighboring orc settlement threatening his fields. He could feel his babe squirming inside him, becoming restless as it became impatient. It wanted out, and Aldoran wouldn’t have complained about ejecting the child already. His labor had been slow and uncomfortable. Contractions continued now into their second month and they were still more than half an hour apart.

The king was constantly aroused despite the pain of his cramping belly. The dome was so heavy that it had started to droop and was rubbing over his member every time he moved. As he had his legs spread wide open in his chair, his belly rested in between his thighs, touching the tip of his dick constantly. The citizens most likely could make out the prominent bulge of his hard shaft in his pants, but they knew better than to comment on it.

As the hearing went on, the king was struggling more and more to fight against the urge to buck his aching member against his bulging belly. So he did it once, then again, and again. He gasped at the feeling, pressing his hands into his belly to support it through the movements that jostled the dome uncomfortably.

”Ahh, oh”, Aldoran moaned under his breath as the movements of his hips picked up the pace. He closed his eyes but soon grimaced as another contraction squeezed his flesh. A low grunt escaped his lips. He could feel the baby lower ever so slightly inside himself. The gripping contraction, the movement of the child inside, and the now desperate bucking of his hips had him flying over the edge so fast he couldn’t have stopped himself. The orgasm was so violent and sharp that the king froze in his movements, mouth open in a silent scream, bent forward over his huge belly and spilling his seed into his pants. As the dark patch seeped into the crotch of his pants and he came down from his high, he opened his eyes to see the people in the audience staring at him silently.

An embarrassed blush rose to his cheeks. He had just come in front of his citizens.

Someone cleared their throat.

”We would appreciate it if the king could pay attention to our concerns.”

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A king should labor effortlessly

Chapt. 2. The Waters

– 1039 words

The labor continued to progress slowly but steadily. The king hated how he didn’t have anyone close to him that he could have relied on. His advisor helped him of course, but still, he had to hide his pain and discomfort from him too. He had to be strong. He couldn’t let his people know how uncomfortable he was feeling. It was just pregnancy and labor after all. The court healers had suspected that he was carrying twins as well and that he was of normal size for that. They hadn’t done much else to help him. A king was supposed to go through a twin pregnancy easily. 

Aldoran pushed himself up from his bed. It had become a difficult task due to his extra weight. Out of breath already he sat at the edge of his mattress for a while and cursed silently as his cock hardened already. He hadn’t had a moment’s peace for a year now. Sometimes he orgasmed so many times a day that by the evening they were already dry and almost painful. 

He avoided touching his cock, even as it throbbed as the king pushed himself standing and his heavy belly brushed against the tip. 

”Ooohh…” Aldoran moaned, walking wide-legged over to his wardrobe and a large standing mirror. Hands holding his gravid middle he stared at himself. The belly was so low, so lopsided that he looked more like a stuffed turkey than pregnant anymore. And it was so large. Skin stretched so thin around the mass. His fingers rubbed his stretch marks and he gasped as the flesh tightened in a contraction. He could see his belly squeezing down on itself, becoming smaller, tighter. He could almost see the shape of the babes inside. 

The king got dressed in a long robe adorned with golden details. It hugged his huge belly tightly, following the curves of the dome so perfectly. It was common for people to emphasize their pregnancy with their clothes. 

Aldoran placed his hands on the tight dome now clad in the finest fabric. He moved his hands to the underside of the belly, lifting the weight of it upwards. Moaning at the feeling of the pressure on his lower back easing, he stood there admiring his size in the mirror. His cock twitched alone in his pants and he hissed. Slowly he lowered the belly back down and it came to rest over his hips yet again.

”Ahhh…” he hissed as he turned to leave the room and had to waddle due to the uncomfortable position of his growth. 

The dinner took place in the evening, in the gardens. It was a regular meeting with the lords and ladies of the kingdom.

Aldoran was mingling and eating, laughing, and entertaining guests. He wore a snug, thin silk robe in the most gorgeous shade of green. The fabric draped over his belly tightly, creasing at the point where the king’s belly rounded out harshly from his ribs. The material was so soft and thin that people could tell whenever the belly contracted, the shape of his large mound changing visibly. 

Aldoran bit his lip as he tried to keep from moaning out loud while a relentless contraction squeezed his insides. The pressure inside his belly and lower back had spiked today and Aldoran felt the constant need to either rub the large dome in front of him or push against his lower back. 

”How has your labor been so far, my king?” a lord of the realm asked curiously. Aldoran smiled despite the uncomfortable pressure inside him. 

”It has been slow in progress, but we’re getting there”, the king responded vaguely, leaving out his utmost suffering.

”If it is true that you are carrying twins, it might still be a while before they come into the world”, a lady chimed in, holding a glass of wine in her hands. 

With those words, everyone’s eyes seemed to turn down to inspect the size of Aldoran’s belly. It was at that moment that the muscles surrounding the babies started to contract yet again.

”Ooh look at that, a contraction”, someone said cheerfully as Aldoran bit his lip not to groan. He had to show his people that he could take it, just like everyone else. 

He placed his hand at the small of his back, lips curling upwards just a little bit as the contraction reached its peak. The smallest wiggle of his hips to counteract the great pressure pressing down was attempted and in that instant, the king felt the pressure release. 

Everyone could hear the pop. Aldoran’s eyes widened as he felt the amniotic sack surrounding the babies burst. He grabbed his belly, bending his knees as his waters exploded out of his anus. 

”Ahh!” Aldoran couldn’t hold in the low and airy moan at the feeling of the pressure inside him releasing. His hips bucked violently up as his cock twitched inside his pants and rubbed against his belly. 

The water gushing out of him splattered all over the ground, drenching his pants from the crotch to the ankles and creating a large puddle beneath his feet. 

He was standing wide-legged, both of his hands holding his belly which now felt lower and lighter, as his anus still wept fluid lazily. The lords and ladies surrounding him broke into a cheerful chatter and gave him applause. 

”There we go, my king!” 

”You are deep in labor now!”

”Should be no more than a week anymore,” they said and brought their hands to touch his belly. It had become lumpy and properly lopsided now that the fluid was out of there, and the contraction that seemed neverending was gripping him much stronger than before. 

Aldoran forced the shocked and pained expression from his face and straightened to stand properly. He could feel the baby so low inside him. All the hands on his belly felt overwhelming but he smiled through the pain. As the contraction finally eased minutes later, the guests sighed and removed their hands.

The king suffered quietly and politely through the rest of the dinner, and when he retired to his chambers that evening, his cock erupted into an orgasm the second Aldoran removed his robes and felt his emptied-out belly and drenched anus.

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Shh … don’t be embarrassed that you went into labor in public. How were we suppose to know it would happen? Let’s sit on this bench so I can feel between your legs. That’s right, just breathe and let me push my fingers inside. Good, good … it feels so tight and - ... fuck. That was a lot of fluid. Must’ve been your waters. Don’t cry, just focus on me and breathe. Are you pushing? It feels like you are … babe I can feel the head moving down. It’s pressing against my fingers right now … it’s RIGHT there!

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Omega slaves births were hardly a ceremonious affair. It was common, just like how fucking and breeding them were.

Which is why it hardly affected the advisor as he threw open the prince’s door to see the prince’s slave flat on his back, legs being held up by two burly guards, face red as he grunted and pushed. The prince who was sat a few feet from his slave, staring sadistically at his slave’s birthing body.

The advisor merely huffed and cleared his throat causing the prince to look up, rolling his eyes at the interruption before training his eyes back to the labouring slave boy.

“Speak Sebastian and get this over with, I wouldn’t want to miss the view”

His tone changed as he crooned at his slave.

“Hold it in for me, my pretty little slut”

The slave merely groaned and whimpered, his small trembling legs shaking whilst restrained in the large hands encompassing it.

“Y-yes sir. I’ll be good…Fuck!”

His prince merely chuckled and grinned

“There’s a good boy…”

Before walking out he gave a hard slap on the slave’s crowning hole causing the poor boy to jerk and whimper.

Sebastian would have felt sorry for him if he wasn't so used to it. His prince was known for being brutal to his slaves. If he could recall he had this one bred and fucked ruthlessly by more than 10,000 men in a span of two nights.

And as the prince followed him out the room, the last thing he saw was his prince’s slave grasping at the bedsheets, his face turning red, the two guards chuckling at his pain as they spread his legs even wider Sebastian thought possible.

“AHHH PLEASE I’M GOING TO TEAR, MASTER!!”

Sebastian knew it was only a start for the poor boy…

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sitting on the couch, a heavily pregnant sub on my lap, sobbing into my shoulder, screaming as the first 12lbs baby is forcing its way through their birth canal. their big bump pressing against my stomach, letting me feel how hard and tight it is and how much it shrinks during each agonizing contraction. they want to push so bad but i won't let them, not yet.

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idea/fantasy: i’m your overdue trans guy roommate. i share everything with you not knowing about your kink. i’ve started complaining about how sick I am of being pregnant, eventually you give into temptation and offer your help. you use teas and herbs and massages to jumpstart my labor. i comply happily, appreciating the help, and am even excited when i feel the first light contractions, i even have you time them to figure out when i should head to the hospital. i have no idea what i’m in for. 12 hours later im still in our apartment, totally at your mercy. i realized far too late why you’d been so eager to assist, and now i’m stuck on the bathroom floor trying to bring a 12lb baby to crown. i’m shouting and crying hysterically as each push wrenches me open, and there’s still a massive bulge sitting just inside. i’ve long given up on begging, the only help you’ll give is to hold my thighs wide apart so you can enjoy the show.

fuckkk anon, that sounds like the dream. getting the chance to see your huge belly everyday would already be great - i'd always be watching you, seeing how your struggle grows everyday, how you're constantly rubbing circles into your aching back and strained bump, hurting all over even before the contractions first started.

i have to bite my tongue when you say you're sick of being pregnant. i would love to see you like this a little longer, just to see how much more weight you'd be able to carry on your slim hips. but i also can't deny i'm excited for your labor. the desire to see you scream out your baby is far stronger than the wish to see you pregnant. so i help you kickstart your labor, and fuck the sight of you doubling over, moaning and panting in pain, every time a contraction hits, is just exquisite.

you're too busy riding out the waves of pain to notice my grin as i time your contractions and announce how short the pauses become, getting closer and closer to the real deal. i reach over to touch your massive belly every now and then, you lean into my hand not yet realising that it's not the touch of a friend trying to be supportive but more akin to a predator toying with its prey. i can't get enough of feeling your bump contracting harshly, and hearing you moan and grunt.

i keep up the act for so long, i start to internally laugh at your naive nature. only when you say it's time to go to the hospital and i flatly deny it, do you become suspicious. suspicion turns to nervousness when you insist and i still don't comply, and then slowly morphs into panic, the clearer it becomes i'm serious and not just playing a mean joke. you become frantic, your words become pleading. i find i enjoy it massively. you've sunken to your knees, the contractions too strong to stay standing, and you're clutching your distended, rippling belly, tears forming in your eyes. you're begging, you're begging for quite some time. you cry, panicked, when i force my fingers inside you to check your dilation - you're dilating fast.

it takes hours until you give up and surrender to your fate of being my own personal entertainment. by now you're too deep into labor to try and argue anymore anyway. your panting and moaning has turned to screaming and sobbing. transition was definitely one of my favorite things to witness - the most painful part of labor. the way you shrieked and thrashed, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. it lasted almost two hours, and i was thrilled the entire time, couldn't take my eyes off you for a single moment. i was kind of disappointed when it was over and you calmed down a little to take a breather. i decided you needed a proper birthing place - if you kept doing it here, our fine carpet might get dirty with your fluids. i dragged you to your feet, forcing you to walk to the bathroom despite the unbearable pressure in your pelvis. gravity brought the baby down faster.

and now we're here, on the bathroom floor. we have been for several hours now. the head is truly enormous, that bulge is probably the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. your skin stretched taut, an angry bruised red, and your lips fluttering around the top of the baby's head, trying to open up enough to let it pass. you've been trying for so long and still can barely get it crowning. i'm surprised you even got it all the way to your lips through your narrow hips if i'm honest.

your shouting and crying is music to my ears. your trembling, sweating body and your face scrunched up in agony are what my dreams are made of. i've watched you for twelve hours already, i'll gladly watch you for another twelve, or even more. i don't want it to end. i'll wait until you've got the head to a crown - i want to see how you react to the famous ring of fire, i want to see you writhe and wail as the burning stretch reaches its widest, most agonizing point -, i'll let you have that feeling of success for a few minutes because i'm not a monster, despite what you may think right now, you know? you can feel happy about your accomplishment. and when you've had your share, i'll place my hand on your bulging pussy.

didn’t i say i'd love to see you pregnant a bit longer but prefer seeing you suffer through labor? well, i realised... why choose when i can have both? i'll place my hand on the baby's head and give it a nice gentle shove. oh, the scream you let out as that white hot pain sears through your nether region up into your entire body will be glorious

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(Sooo upfront I wanted to say I didn’t do any research on Stolkholm syndrome. This is almost certainly not a representation of the syndrome, more just a guy who hates his captor but has accepted he’s not getting out and has no better options. Don’t take this as an accurate portrayal of any real life trauma, and we’re good! - lafb)

My brain hurt. I struggled between two sides of my mind yelling at me. I wanted escape, so badly, but what would I even do once I got out? I carried the child of my captor. My family wouldn’t take a pregnant man into their home. I would likely not find a job. What did the world have out there that I didn’t have here.

Continua a leggere

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imagine a boy is chained up after labor begins. the people who impregnated him watch as his belly squirms and the life within his big belly presses against the skin eager to get out. the boy can barely take it as he thrashes and cries out in agony. "please its trying to kill me!" and "its too big! I cant do this please stop this please stop this torture!" are things he keeps screaming. hours and hours pass and his belly swells larger suddenly. the urge to push continues but nothing is happening. and he is growing again.. they are multiplying and the young are getting stronger and more impatient by the second. he screams bloody murder during more severe contractions and finally he feels something peak out but its far from over. whatever he is carrying is very, very big. too big. -Teddy

So big, it would be impossible to give birth to without breaking his narrow hips. The poor boy shrieks and writhes with each contraction, feeling the monster push and shove it's way down, wriggling through his too tight birth canal. His pelvis creaks from the pressure, threatening to snap at any moment, just barely holding together. As the babies kick and thrash inside his enormous belly, the boy kicks and thrashes with them, consumed by pain and unable to even think. It fogs his mind and all he can do is scream and babble incoherent pleas for help, but there's no one around to save him.

His captors only watch and laugh at his agony, teasing his belly and pushing the head of the creature back every time he tries to expel it. The pain makes the boy gag and retch, but his stomach is empty, having vomited everything he had in him long ago. Every hour the babies stay in his tummy they continue to grow bigger, expanding in his womb and forcing it to stretch further than it was ever meant to be. His belly soon becomes so large it looks as if a fully grown human could fit inside him. Beads of sweat drip from the trembling surface of his tight red skin as it creaks and bulges with the creatures angry movements.

The boy begs them to come out, begs his captors to help him before they kill him, “please, they’re too big, I can’t push them out! I don’t want to die, please don’t let me burst!” but no one steps in to help. They only revel in his agonized screams and watch as the creatures threaten to tear through the thin layer of flesh that’s keeping them trapped inside. With how much they’ve grown, it may be the only way out...

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thinking about squirting while you’re in labor and have a very pleasurable birth 😩

Squirting generally refers to women but I don’t do women. So imagine you’re on all fours, the head of an overdue baby stretching your anus open so wide that you’re afraid you’re gonna tear. You’ve never felt so insanely split open. You wiggle your hips, your rock hard cock rubbing against your contracting belly.

You push, face turning red with the effort. The pressure in your lower back is horrible. Suddenly the head surges out of your body, a gush of amniotic fluids squirting out of your hole. At the same time your cock releases a mind-blowing orgasm and spurts come all over your belly. Your overly sensitive anus quivers as you push the shoulders out. Cock trying to harden again as your prostate is rubbed raw as you push out the rest of the baby.

Gosh you need to do this again.

[mypreggokink]

The sharp ache pierced my body, a glowing pain that made my breath hitch. I breathed through 'o' shaped lips, sighing into the contraction.

"That's it, darling. Just one breath at a time." You say, steadying me gently with an affectionate hand.

I nod. "They're starting to get really intense." I noted. You reply with a smile, "Won't be long before you're giving birth, then."

Another contraction hits shortly. I lean into your shoulder and embrace your comforting warmth, but it does little to quell the pain. You trace my back and my hips, running your fingers down my pelvis and up to stroke my huge swollen belly, heavy with child; I'm all yours, from my heart to my body and your baby.

You feel my belly tense with the pressure. You trace the movement down, massaging from my stomach downwards towards the birth canal.

I can feel the weight of the baby pressing down into my hips as my body contracts on itself. Thoughts of pushing begin to place themselves in my mind, and I quiet them all my best.

I roll my hips gently, grinding into you. "Good boy. You're handling the contractions so well." I whimper as you slip a cold hand down over my oversized clit, sparing a gentle rub for good measure. "Better check your dilation, eh? You must be almost ready.."

I obey and squat a little, spreading my legs to allow you to gently dip your long, slender fingers into my cunt. You work your way leisurely through my labia.

"You're just looking for an excuse to finger me, aren't you, love?" I sigh.

"When aren't I?" You smile. You lean down and gently kiss from the bottom of my belly down to the top of my clit and re-angle yourself until you can feel my cervix. I see your face change as you realize how low the baby is sitting, cradled in the bones of my pelvis.

"It's so close, love. I can feel her right there. Let's walk to the bed." I take your hand and start to walk. It's across the house and down the stairs, a small pilgrimage but manageable. We start down the stairs. It's uncomfortable, and I step one foot at a time down them.

As I make the first step on landing, I gasp. Something shifts and the amniotic fluid begins to flow steadily down my thigh.

"There's your water - !" You grin. "It's go-time, dear. You're finally starting to give birth."

"Yeah.. yeah-aaah..! Ooohh.." I moan with the sudden pressure. As I take another step I yelp, the head slips again and my pussy gushes with the rest of the slick amniotic fluid trickling down my leg. "It's - ah - it's coming!" I cry.

"It's alright babe, just another few steps until we're at the bedroom. It's all set up for your delivery."

The walk the rest of the way down the stairs and to the bed sounds like crossing the continent when all I can think about is pushing. I shut my mind to the deafening instinct and obey, letting you guide me further.

As I make the first step past the landing, the flexing of my hips aggravates the contraction. I have to push. I can do it right here, standing up.. i don't have a choice anymore..

I fold into the pain and groan as I bear through it. It doesn't matter whether I try or not, my body is pushing.

You coax me on, a little more firmly. "Come on, keep going. You're almost there."

"No, I.. it's too far.. I can't make it that far..!" I say, struggling through the bumpy contraction.For a moment you sit and think, stroking my back and my hand.

Unwilling to waste more time, you gently scoop me up in your arms. It's not much effort, even swollen up as pregnant as I go i remain petite in comparison to you.

I curl into your chest comfortably. Gently you set me down upon the bed, holding me close and kissing my face.

Another contraction strikes. I moan and writhe. You gently stroke my belly, feeling it twist, watching the muscles roil. It's the most intense one so far. The feeling is overwhelming, I can't imagine thinking of speaking.

"Good boy, come on. Give my baby a push!" "Nnnnnnnngh..!" I groan, giving it a good effort, but making no progress. I wriggle, repositioning my body. Half side-lying I find an acceptable position.

"Push! That's right, while you've still got the contraction!" You're left in prime view of my quivering boycunt as the lips begin to soften as I bear down. "Push!"

And I do. I push through the whole contraction, and it's only as I stop to breathe that the steadily forming bulge slips back up and you can tell how much progress I made. Ever so gently you stroke around my pussy.

"You're doing it. Come on. I want to see the head this time. Don't forget to breathe." I nod. "Okay.. okay, I can do that.."

"And.. Push!"

I breathe into the effort. The feeling of the head filling my birth canal is so intense. The pain sears as I'm stretched from the inside. I hold my belly, feeling it squeeze downwards. A subtle teardrop begins to appear in my slick folds. "Yes!" You cheer, but I break and rest.

"That's okay." You say. "Good work. Are you ready?"

"No.." I whimper and shake my head. "I need a moment."

You can't help but appreciate my beautiful body as I lay labouring in your lap. My slender curves and soft breasts, my handsome shoulders and curly little beard. The way my dark hair runs up from my pussy, covering my big belly and my chest.

"It's time to keep going. Come on. This is gonna be a big one. On the count of three.." I brace myself. "One.. two.. three.. push!"

And I push, and push. I gasp between movements. Two steps forward, one step back, but now things are really moving. "Push, baby, push!

As the head emerges bit by bit you slip your hand in to feel. Thumbing my clit and tracing my perinium you position yourself to feel it as it begins to split my lips. The head is covered in coarse hair slick with my fluids. I whine as the crown approaches, wriggling against the pressure. Finally I collapse and catch my breath, the head sticking in position this time, past my tight hips.

"Keep going, love. Keep pushing."

I lean into the contraction, gripping at my belly and gritting my teeth. "Breathe, breathe. Push!" I adjust my pace so I can keep pushing with every breath out. The head begins to crown, wreathed in my labia, stretching open my tight, slick pussy as it inches out of me.

"That's it. That's it! Come on, push it out!"

"Unnnnghhh..! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" My legs wrench open wider and wider as I feel the stretch. "It's! It's coming! Oh my god!"

If crowns much faster than I expect, the head now slipping downwards with the momentum. "It's coming, it's coming, PUSH!"

"AHH!! AHH, AHH, AHHH!" There's no thought or sense left, all my body and mind know is to bear down until I'm done. I scream it out, the head slipping out and in with each breath. Two steps forward, one step back.

"AHHHH-NNNGGGGGHHHH!" My pussy stretches to the limit as the head emerges, not all at once, stretching around every bit of it. It feels orgasmic, like the perfect prime moment of intense frustration and pleasure, before the release.

"Good boy, good BOY!" You praise. "Push! Push! Come on, give birth to my baby!"

I claw at my belly and scream as the baby erupts between my legs, the head clearing into your waiting hand. I ride the feeling of relief for a second and my breath shudders. The head turns in as it settles, the neck is clear of the umbilical cord. "Haaah.. hahhhh.."

"One more push. Come on. One big push!"

I bear down at last in a climactic effort, howling through the stretch as the shoulders slide out, followed by the rest of the body easing through.

You catch the baby tenderly in your hands, grinning year to ear. Dizzied, I catch my breath l as you placing the baby into my warm waiting chest. Limbs flail and the baby coughs and begins to cry. "It's a girl!" You announce.