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Farm Life

Crossposted on my main account @drewharrisonwriter

Hi. I'm Dee and this is my first graphic birth fic. I write fan fics, but I really want to write a birth fantasy fic of mine and here it is. Face claim for the husband is Pedro Pascal as Joel Miller. Because, hot-damn!

Status: One shot. Complete.

Pairings: No Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: Your husband Joel help you give birth to your baby.

WARNING: Please read before you read before the cut.

No outbreak AU. No Ellie but we have Sarah here. Reader is Sarah's bio mom. Very graphic and sexual birth. MDNI. 18+. This is pure filth with very little plot--if there's even a plot at all. This is what happens when you fully give in deep into your delusions and kinks. LMAO. Not beta'ed, we die like men here. If this isn't your thing, move along please. Thank you.

Divider credit @saradika-graphics ❤🙏🏻

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You've been having back pains since dinner the other night and you just want to lay in bed for a little while longer before facing the day ahead. Normally, you love your life but today you just want to take it a little easy. 

You were lying on your side while your 10 month old baby nursed on one of your big breasts and you felt your core tightened. You rubbed your gravid belly, not very long now it seems , you thought to yourself. 

This has been your 9th consecutive pregnancy. 

Your husband, Joel Miller, loves seeing you pregnant and helping you deliver each of your children in your huge farmhouse. The house that he built with his own hands with the help of his younger brother with the intention of filling it with his and your children a year into your relationship. 

–

“I’ve always dreamed of living on a farm with buncha kids running around, tending the farm with me as they grow older.” He told you dreamily while you both were laying down on the bed of his truck on one of your midnight dates a few months into dating each other.

“Yeah? How many kids were you thinking?” 

“As many as you’d like.”

There was a brief silence.

Tension slowly fills the air between you.

At this point in your relationship, you haven’t really discussed anything about the future that involves the other. It was obviously a joke, you thought. 

You snorted and began laughing and he looked at you with feigned annoyance. 

“As many as I’d like.” You repeated in disbelief as you continued laughing, shaking your head. 

“You don’t want kids?” He asked seriously, turning to face you now, propping his body with his elbow. 

You turned to him, “I want kids… someday” 

He nodded in understanding, gently cupping your face.

“I love you,” He whispered and then he kissed you deeply. 

–

You felt your husband stir behind you. He eased himself closer so that his chest is against your back and his rock hard and bare morning wood pokes your ass. 

"Mmmm… good morning, momma." He whispered groggily as he began to plant small slow kisses from your temple down to your neck and shoulder, making you slightly shiver and let out a moan. His hand gently caresses your very heavily pregnant bump. 

"Good morning, poppa…" You greeted back softly, lightly grinding your ass against his erection and he hissed at the sensation and the permission to enter you. 

He slowly put his other arm under your head and the hand caressing your bump slowly trailed down to your thigh to lift it over his, hiking your nightgown to your hips so he can begin to slowly enter your warm and already dripping wet pregnant pussy. 

He began to move causing you both to moan lewdly, your head falling back against him as you began to pant. You’re always wet and horny when you’re pregnant, and even more so as you near your due date and when you’re about to give birth. 

It was something that you both enjoyed. 

Having had a traumatic hospital birth experience with your first child, you both decided to have the next one at home with a midwife present. But that didn’t pan out well either, with the location of your home, Joel ended up delivering your second child and that was that since then. You both learned the ropes together, researched and explored and found exactly what you both like and are comfortable in.

You’ve both established a well-oiled system between the two of you when it comes to birthing and raising your children together. It may just be too… unconventional, but nonetheless, it was something you both love to do together. 

"You're so sensitive, hon. I love it when ya're ‘bout to pop another one of my kids out. You're always so horny, yeah?" He said with a chuckle, his voice extra deeper and raspier from sleep, turning you on even more.

"I l-love birthing your kids, cowboy." You whimpered. "I love it even more when you fuck me while I crown and cum each baby out." He groaned long and deep, the vibrations on his chest adding additional sensation to your pleasure.

He began to thrust a little quicker and lowered the hand that held your thigh on top of his to find your clit and began pressing and circling it slowly, just the way you love.

You moaned a little louder than you intended to and he hushed you with a chuckle.

"Shhh… I know, I know, hon. Gotta be quiet now. You don't want to wake the rest of the pack now, do ya?" 

You could only nod in reply. Biting your lip to keep the sound in as all the pleasurable sensations start to become a little overwhelming: Your 10 month old, oblivious to what's happening, continued to feed on your breast as he slept. Your husband's thrusts and his finger on your clit, paired with the growing contraction in your mid section.

"Joel!” 

“Yeah, that’s it, momma. You can take it…”

“I'm gonna cum! Joel, ‘mgonnacum!" You squealed.

"Me, too, momma. Let go for me, come on now." He rasped, sounding a little pained from trying to hold back from cumming, wanting you to cum first. 

You didn't need to be told twice. Your legs begin to shake and you immediately grab and hold on to his hand on your clit to stop him and to ground yourself as you moan and shake from your strong release. 

It didn't take him long to fall off the edge, shivering as he painted your walls, thrusting even deeper as he continued to paint your womb. If you weren't already pregnant and about to give birth, you're sure he'd have gotten you pregnant again with how much cum he’s released.

Later that morning, when Joel went out to tend the field and the stables, you began your daily task of caring for your 8 children and doing house chores.

You were slower than usual, going through your tasks slowly and mindfully. You've been having contractions all morning but you've soldiered on and kept a smile for your children as you fed, bathed and dressed each one of them for school. 

“You alright, mom?” Your eldest, Sarah, asked when you stopped and held on to the back of the couch while you panted and breathed deeply. 

“Of course, baby. Don’t worry, nothing I’ve never done before.” You chuckled and she nodded in understanding, stepping closer to give you a warm hug and rubbing your swollen belly. 

At fourteen, Sarah is such a responsible teenager, far from what you’ve been at that age. And sometimes you hate that she was, and feel guilty that you’re putting that weight on her shoulders unintentionally. 

Which was why you always encouraged her to go out and hang out with her friends as often as possible but most of the time she really does prefer to stay at home with her family, playing with her younger siblings, helping you with chores and tend to the farm with her dad. 

“You think it’s today?” 

You nodded as the contraction eased and slowly straightened up. You looked at your beautiful daughter as she wrapped her arms around your middle, looking back up at you. “I think I should stay home and help out…”

“Stop.” You warned her. “You’re not doing this again, we’ve talked about this.”

“I’ll be thinking about it all day anyway, better I’m here to help you out.” She pouted and you chuckled, somehow, she never outgrew that. 

You gently cupped her face in both of your hands and kissed her nose. 

“No. You’re not skipping school.” 

She laughed, “Dang. That was close.” You laughed along with her but you knew the truth even if she was passing it off as a joke to skip school for the day. 

When all but three of your younger children and the 10 month old baby strapped to your chest were off at school, you began to wash the dishes. Panting through contractions while the three younger ones are in their playpen, watching TV and playing with their toys in the living room. The baby strapped to your chest, nursing, while you wash dish after dish. 

The backdoor opened and Joel stepped in for a quick morning break. He kissed you on the temple and lovingly ran a hand on your belly. You smiled at him and he kissed you on the lips.

"How're ya feeling, momma?" He asked, voice laced with concern.

"Almost there, it seems. But my waters haven't broken yet."

He nodded and kissed you on the temple again before moving to open the fridge to grab a bottle of water. He watched you as he drank, feeling his cock twitch in his pants seeing you in your yellow maternity dress, with your very big pregnant belly hanging really low. Your 10 month old is sucking happily in your breast. 

He groaned at the beautiful sight, adjusting his growing erection in his pants and you looked back at him with a smirk, quickly turning your head back to your task almost immediately when he saw you looking back. 

"Go on then." You called out to him, biting your lip in anticipation and he groaned even louder.

"Yes, momma!" He stepped behind you, caging you in against the counter, planting small kisses on your neck down to your shoulders as he grinded his cock on your back, playfully dry humping you and you both chuckle at his childishness. 

“Joel, I swear!” You all but laughed.

“Relaaax, hon. I’m gonna get there.” 

“You’re not getting any younger.” You teased and that earned you a playful smack on the ass, as Joel laughed along with you. 

But it didn't take long after that before you heard the familiar sound of his zipper opening and his hand hiking your dress revealing your bare ass and weeping cunt. Joel whistled as he lightly rubbed your ass and admired the view. 

You continued to wash the shit ton of dishes that your household used just for breakfast alone as he positioned his cock to your entrance, tracing your seam with it first and nudging your clit with his tip teasingly before he slowly pushed in. 

The utensils you were washing clattered on the sink as you braced your soapy hands on the counter. 

"Oh yeah, poppa. That's it…Hmmm…" You moaned, leaning back against him. He had you caged against the counter, one of his hands holding the base of your really low belly as he picked up his pace and began panting in your ear.

"God, poppa. You're so g-good to me-e-e…" Your mewl staccatoed with each thrust. 

"Anything for you, momma." He rasped back and he began fucking you harder and faster as he felt your belly began to harden beneath his palms. 

"Yeah, yeah… just like that, hon. D-don't stop…" 

"I-I can't if I wanted to, momma." 

Your stomach eased but began to tighten even harder and longer as your orgasm builds up, leaving you panting, huffing and puffing as the pain and pleasure mixed.

“Joel!” You tightened around his cock. 

"You about to come, momma?" He asked nipping on your ear, his pace not faltering.

"Uh-huh!"

"Yeah? Come on then. Cum for poppa, come on…" He egged you on thrusting even deeper, your jaw slacking and your eyes rolled back in your head from all the sensation. 

The hand he had on the counter found your other breast that wasn't being sucked on, and began lightly squeezing, rubbing, pulling and pinching on the hardened bud, making you squeal. Your contraction not letting up, the pressure between your legs grows stronger.

"Honey, mywater'sgonnabreak! Haaaa haaaaa haaaa ahhhhhhhhhh!!! JOOOOOOEEEEELLLL!"

Your legs shake as you begin to come really hard, and you begin squirting, the contraction easing and coming back stronger, easing and coming back even stronger again. His thrusts faltered and you felt him shiver as he began to cum, too. 

"OH SHIT!" Liquid gushed from under you and pooled at your feet.

"Oh yeah, that's the shit!" He chuckled, pride in his voice as he held you against him. Still not pulling out, despite your waters breaking, his cock still twitching inside you.

"Oooh, I can feel them momma." He said happily, turning your head towards him so he can kiss you. "I can feel them…" He thrusted deeper, "Here." as if you could see his cock pointing at your unborn baby's head, it’s so dirty but you love it. You chuckled and began washing the soap off your hands as you both came down from your high. He's still inside you, his hands back at the base of your belly feeling you contract. 

You reached out both hands behind you to run your hands through his brown curls. He understood, you were using him as support now. 

"Oooooooohhhhh…"

He kissed your neck, "Breathe momma," He reminded you as he swayed you both, his cock still inside you. 

"Heee hooo heee hooo hooo… hooooo… hooooo Ooooohhhhh!" Your face screwed up as you bare down, holding on to his nape for support while he continued to hold your belly in his hands. 

His cock slipped out as you bore down and you gently bent your knees to a slight squat, and he lowered himself with you. 

More liquid trickled from your pussy mixed with his ridiculous amount of cum as the baby inside you slides into your birth canal giving you the most pleasurable sensation from the inside.

"Ooooooh, that feels so good." You smiled with your eyes closed and he just kissed your cheek. 

"You dirty, dirty momma." He chuckled, rubbing your belly as the contraction eased. 

"You love it, you're a horndog, too." 

"Guilty as charged." He laughed as he pulled you up slowly. "Come on, momma. Let me put this little one in his crib." He tells you softly as he slowly and gently extracted the sleeping baby on your chest to put him in his crib in the living room, leaving you in the kitchen. 

You brace yourself on the kitchen island, swaying your hips side to side to help the baby ease lower until they're just behind your pussy lips making your mound bulge and the pressure becomes insurmountable. 

"HHhhhnnngggg…" You began to push, still holding on to the counter behind you, as you lower yourself slightly to a squat. 

"Oh you're pushing! Hold on momma, hold on!" Your husband all but came running to you and cupped your sex, gasping when he felt the bulge. 

"Oh momma, you're so hot like this." He couldn't help but run a finger on your seam back and forth and circling your clit.

"Yeah? I love doing this, I love carrying and birthing your babies." You smiled, biting your lower lip through a contraction bearing down slowly. 

He wrapped his arms around you, resuming his place behind you, and slowly turning you to face the island counter so you can hold on to it better. His other hand returning to cup your sex and the other on your bump to gauge your contractions. 

"Oooohhh… hoooo hoooo hooo haaaaaa haaaa hoooo hoooo" You began panting as the contraction began and pushed as it crested, bringing the head even closer to your entrance. 

"That's it, momma, push…" 

"Hoooo hoooo, it feels so good. Hnnngggg…yeaaaah, hooo hooo, hnnngggg…"

"That's it, that's it, I feel the head." He whispered excitedly as the head began to emerge. You widened your legs and continued to push through another contraction, your breasts began to drip milk and he groaned, kissing you on the cheek. 

"That's so hot! Shit!" And he wasn't kidding, you felt his cock slowly harden behind you as you pushed. 

"Yeah? You like it, poppa?" You teased, grinding your bare ass on his hard cock peeking through his unzipped pants and he hissed. Finding your clit and circling it.

"Nothing is hotter than seeing you leaking milk and birthing my children, shit, momma. You're incredible." You grind your pussy on his fingers, one of your hands going to your severely engorged breasts to squeeze, all the while you pant and push hard to bring your baby's head out. 

"Hooooo… honey, I think I'm gonna--Oooohh!" You pushed again, harder this time as the pleasure mounts even more.

"You gonna cum again, momma?" 

"I'm gonna cuuuuummmm! Hnggghhhh!" You groaned loudly and the head slipped out of your pussy to a full crown as you did. Fluids continue to squirt and trickle down your legs. "Hooooooooo!" 

"Great job! Almost there, momma." 

"Fuck!" You pushed again, and again and again but the head is stuck to a full crown still.

“Oohh, fuck it burns.” 

"It's not budging." He stated a little worriedly. 

"Yeah, figured as much." You replied sarcastically. 

"Ah, there she is." He teased, loving it even more as the labor beast , as he calls it, comes out. 

"Fuck you, the head is too big. Why are all your kid's heads so big?" 

You huffed and puffed again and began pushing through another contraction. His big hand still at your pussy began massaging your vulva, and stroking your clit slowly again. He chuckled when you let out a lewd moan, and began panting through the pain and pleasure. 

"Hoooo hooooo hoooo, hnnngggggggg…" You let out a long push, but nothing. You can, however, feel yourself getting even wetter and you moan as the pleasure begins to climb as he plays with your clit more.

"Is this helping?" He asked softly and you only nodded. 

You tried to push for a few more times before you reached out behind you to pull on his pants. 

"Get this shit off!" You told him frustratedly.

"What? Now?"

"Yeah. Stick it in, poppa! Stick it in my ass, come on! Fuck this baby out of me!" 

You didn't need to tell him twice. He spat on his hand and pumped his big hard cock a few times before slowly pushing it in your puckered hole.

"Ooooh shit!" You both groaned in unison as he bottomed out. 

"So tight momma, hmfff… shit! Yeah, so good!" 

"Go on poppa, fuck me, please fuck my ass hard." You begged as another contraction mounts. 

He began to grind and push deeper, looking for that spot and when you squealed, he let out a tight chuckle, his mind swimming in pleasure at how tight your ass is. 

"There you are…" 

"Yeah, don't stop please keep fucking my ass, fuckmeharderpoppa!"

He reached out in front of you again to cup the head and rub your clit as he fucked your ass. You're practically drooling from the pleasure and the pain, but you tried your best to be more mindful of the contractions so you can push with it.

"Take it, take it…" He all but grunts and grits his teeth as he pushes on your g spot from behind making ou roll your eyes in pleasure, jaw slack as your body pushes for you. 

"Hmmmmmhhhhhhgggghhhh, yeaaaah, that's it poppa, yeaaah, hooooo hoooo hnnnnngggg, it's moving!" 

"Keep pushing, momma, come on. Push and cum this baby out."

The head continued to slowly move out of your pussy and you're groaning and whimpering, and letting out an animalistic groan as you pushed through pain and pleasure. 

"Hoooooo hooooooooo, hnngggg…" 

"I'm almost there, hon. Keep pushing." He sounded pained as he continued to fuck your ass and you continued to push. Doubling his effort on your clit, until finally the head popped out. 

"The head is out!" You announced excitedly, but was immediately caught back in pleasure and pain as he continued to fuck your ass and the contraction goes on top of the other.

"I'mabouttocomemomma!" 

"Me, too! Don't stop, don't stop, don't stoooooohhhhhppp oohhhhhhhh hngngggg!" 

"Aahhhhh…" He let out a loud pained groan as he came hard in your ass and you reached down to support the baby as you bore down hard.

He slowly slipped out of your ass and knelt down to catch the baby as you pushed for the last time, still cumming as the baby slid off you. 

"Ohhh!" You steadied yourself on the counter when you wobbled as you felt the sweet release of pleasure and pain. 

The baby, a girl, immediately started wailing and your husband was laughing with tears in his eyes.

"She's so beautiful" He sobbed. Somehow, even on your 9th birth you still find it heartwarming and a little funny that this six foot something, broad-ass tough farmer cowboy cries everytime you give birth. 

He slowly stood up and carefully handed you the squalling newborn. You placed her on your breast and she immediately latched and began feeding. He wrapped his arms around you, and kissed your temple, “Thank you, honey…” He whispered wetly. “You did such an amazing job.” 

You leaned into him still catching your breath as the newborn suckled on your breast. 

“Let’s get you both cleaned up, yeah?” 

You nodded as he cut the cord and clamped it. Slowly, he guided you to the bathroom across the hall and helped you in the tub. 

He took your free hand to put on his shoulder, signaling you to put your weight on him as he helped you deliver the placenta. You gave a couple of small pushes and it slid off. He grabbed a small black garbage bag from the cupboard under the sink and placed the placenta inside, tying it off and placing it next to the tub. 

He slowly stood up, and kissed you softly as he began to clean you up, telling you how much he loves you and thanking you for giving him yet again another child.

You smiled up at him as he helped you out of the bath to sit on the toilet, slowly extracting the newborn from your arms to clean her up in the sink. 

Despite the pain of giving birth, and the exhaustion brought on by taking care of a newborn on top of recovering and taking care of everything and everyone else, you know in your heart, as you watch the man from the mirror cooing and smiling at the newborn in his big strong hands, that this isn't going to be the last child you'll give Joel Miller.

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Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 3, Chapter 1)

Part 2.5

"So, how in God's name am I actually meant to push this baby out?"

"Just like you said. When the time comes, you push."

It was Sarah's last checkup before her due date - or, rather, before her second due date. She looked very overdue and felt every bit of it as she chatted with Doctor Kellner, her obstetrician and mentor for her over-extended pregnancy, who also sports a sizable baby bump of her own.

"Kelly, I can feel how big this head is. There's no way I can stretch that far."

"What can I say? The human body is a remarkable thing." She puts her hand on Sarah's shoulder. "Slowly. You do it slowly. You give your body lots of time to open up, as much as you can. I know, it feels impossible at first. But you do it. One step at a time, you do it."

"You'll be there?"

"I will. I know you can do this."

Their eyes meet.

"Besides, it's not like you'll be in a hurry." She offers a grin. "You'll have at least a couple of days to get that far, after all."

"God, dayyyyysss…" It wasn't hard to spot Sarah's arousal - the reddening in her cheeks, the way she pressed her thighs together - though it's not like she tried to hide it at this point. She'd read about the process before, of course, nervous at first, and then growing more and more fascinated as the "big day" drew closer.

"Also, I do have a first name. You don't have to keep calling me 'Kelly' all the time."

"I know, but I like the pet name better. It feels… closer, somehow." Her gaze shifts downwards. "Also, it looks like you're not far off from doing some pushing yourself."

"Mm-hm, just a few more weeks now and I'll be ready to bring this one's head down." Kellner's face falls for a moment, as she turns away from the other woman in her office. "Actually, I'm-" Her voice catches in her throat. "That's-" She stops again.

"What's wrong? Has something happened?"

Before she can answer, the two of them are interrupted by a buzzing at Kellner's waist. "Shoot, that's my pager, we're out of time." Doctor Kellner looks apologetic as the interruption brings her back to a more professional demeanor; her attempt at a smile doesn't quite drive the hint of sorrow from her features. "You should be good to go for next week, we can talk about me later."

Sarah gives her a concerned look.

"We will talk about me later, okay? Just, not right now." She shakes her head. "That can wait a little while, at least. You're on a tighter schedule than I am." At this she does manage to smile.

Sarah allows herself to be ushered out the door, feeling one worry diminish as another starts to grow.

-

Sarah's second due date comes a week later. Contractions wake her up just a little before her alarm - she'd skipped her medication the day before, and she can feel it starting to have an effect. There's no urgency yet - they eat breakfast, take a shower, pack their bags, all while Sarah feels the cramps slowly building, feels pressure slowly growing, feels the head starting to press down just a little.

"Mmmmm- There we go-" Sarah keeps a hand pressed between her legs, almost luxuriating in the feeling of her baby's head inside her. "Are we ready to head out?"

"Should be, yeah."

Sarah starts the drive to the hospital prepared and confident, but her courage starts to wane as the long trip drags on.

"Nnnnnh- It's-" Sarah grips the door handle tight as she feels the pressure inside her suddenly spike.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just- Haaaah- We might've left this a little too long." She takes a deep breath, doing her best to control her breathing. "I'll be alright, but there's a lot of pressure now."

Sarah pants with each contraction, struggling to just relax, to sit back and let that pressure come as each wave is just a little bit worse than the last. She feels her stomach gripping harder and harder, feels her body's urge growing more and more insistent, feels her baby's head between her legs, ready and eager to be born. She waits, panting and breathing and pressing her legs together as the miles pass by, as her labor builds and builds. Things don't get any better when she finally gets to the hospital. The staff there don't quite seem to understand her urgency (What's the rush? This was scheduled months in advance, wasn't it?). She does her best to hold on while filling out paperwork, sitting in the waiting room, going through the usual medical tests, being sternly warned not to push yet (as though she needed to be told) - it goes on and on, endless delays while she listens to nurses explain things she already knows, groaning inwardly as she wants to do nothing more than spread her legs wide and push. Finally, she manages to get to a hospital room, and she hardly has time to change into a gown before Doctor Kellner gets there as well.

"Ohhhh- Thank God you're here, Kelly. I feel like I'll go insane if I have to hold back much longer."

"Ha, it's good to see you too." Kellner returns a smile as she pulls on a pair of gloves. "You've been having contractions for a while, right? And, you're having a lot of pressure now?"

Sarah nods. "Since early this morning. And, yeah, it's pretty bad."

"I think I can guess what the answer is going to be, but I still have to ask. Do you want an epidural for this?"

Sarah can't stop a grin from creeping onto her face as she responds. "No. C'mon, Kelly, you know me better than that."

"Yeah, I figured. Hospital requirement, though. Thankfully, they made sure to soundproof the rooms here in the maternity ward."

Sarah's grin fades as she feels another cramp start to build. "Hooooooo- Lots of pressure now."

"Alright. Go ahead and get up on the bed for me."

Sarah spreads her legs wide as she feels the contraction grow.

"Are you ready to start pushing?" Despite herself, Kellner can't look away from the sight between Sarah's legs. The contraction is making the head start to bulge outwards, and she can see just the barest sliver of dark hair peeking out from her lower lips.

"Don't you- Haaaa- Don't you need to check me first, or something like that?"

"I mean, it's not like you need to dilate." Kellner trails a gloved hand along Sarah's inner thigh for a moment before gently pressing it against her labia. "Really, you'd have been fine to start pushing for a while now, but we try to be careful about these things." Kellner spreads Sarah's lips with her fingers, noticing the strings of wetness clinging to the inside. She probes two fingers into her, feeling for the position of the head as she sweeps them around inside. "Yeah, head's straight OA. Fully flexed, no rotation, no asyncliticism. Lined up ready and waiting for you to push." She keeps her fingers inside, watching with intent as Sarah's clit starts to stiffen, as her skin flushes under the questing, eager touch. "Of course, we already knew that. You just wanted to feel my fingers again, didn't you?"

"Maaaaaaybe I got a little too used to this during all those exams."

"Maybe I got a little too used to you during all those exams. Because I can-"

Sarah gasps as she feels Kellner's fingers shift inside her, feels them move just right, feels her press there more and more, feels- "Wait- Hold on just a sec- Please?" Sarah takes a moment to pull her husband's head down close to her. "You're sure you're okay with all this? With me and…" She trails off.

"'Course I am. We talked about this, didn't we?"

"I know, but-"

"It's okay. You don't need to worry. I'm not the jealous type, I promise." He pulls away just a little, and the way he grins reminds her why she married him in the first place. "Besides, this is super hot. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Good." Sarah lays her head back in relief for a moment. "We're good."

"Alright." Kellner's fingers press gently. "And you're sure you're okay too? With us taking control like this? It's not exactly the usual medical procedure-"

"Mm-hm, yeah, I'm fine-"

"I don't want to project, is all. I know this makes me want to be tied up and teased and stretched and forced to-"

"Kelly!" Sarah snaps the doctor out of her reverie. "I know. I'm the same way. I want this too." Her voice softens a little. "I appreciate you're worried, but if you don't touch me right now I'm going to crawl out of this bed and break your fucking- Nnnnnh- Aaaaaah-" She feels her resistance dissolve at the firm, insistent pressure of the fingers inside her, all too skilled for a medical professional.

"That's it, just let it feel good." Kellner slows her movements as she hears Sarah's breathing start to shift. "The next contraction should be coming soon. When it does, I want you to hold back for me. Let it build, okay? We'll make sure you're in full-blown labor, among other reasons."

Sarah agrees with a bit of a laugh.

"Good, good. Do you want the stirrups for this?"

She nods.

It takes a moment before Dave understands Kellner's insistent look, and moves to help assist her. "Down there- Yeah, there's a latch- And the other one- There you go-" Kellner helps Sarah lift her legs into place while Dave returns to supporting her from behind. "Feel that pressure? Alright, pant for me now, just like you've practiced."

Sarah's breathing quickens more and more as she feels her belly harden, doing her best to hold back the growing fullness between her legs. "Hooooo- Hoooooo- HoooOH FUCK-"

"Shhhhhh, babe." She hears Dave's voice behind her. "Just breathe. Just breathe for me. Here, squeeze my hand if you have to." She holds his hand with a white-knuckled grip, panting frantically as she tries not to bear down. "There you go, you're doing good."

"Okay- Okay- Haaaaaa-" She does her best to focus on her breathing, focus on the fingers pressing inside her, focus on anything other than her body's more and more insistent demand to bear down right now, to force her baby out come hell or high water. Bearing down. Pushing. Hard. Yeah, that sounds good right about now. She should-

"Sarah!" Kellner's voice jolts her back to awareness. "Pant for me, girl! Pant for me!" Right, that. Sarah feels her breathing again, quick and shallow, feels Kelly pressing inside her, feels herself shudder as a thumb brushes against her clit.

"Oh God- Oh my God- Okay-" Sarah's breathing steadies as she rides out the pressure, rides out the insistent fullness deep in her hips, as she lays back and breathes and welcomes Kelly's touch inside her until the contraction tapers off.

"Good, good, that was good." She hears the voice from between her legs as the hand gripping hers momentarily tightens. "I know this is hard, but you're getting good practice letting the head come on its own. This is a slow process, we need to make sure you don't push too fast and hurt yourself."

Sarah takes deep breaths to recover between the contractions.

"There's a lot of back and forth with this, letting the head come forward to stretch you for a while, then pushing it back to give your tissues a little bit of a break."

Sarah groans softly as she feels Kellner pressing against her most sensitive spots.

"We'd be doing a lot of this even if we weren't… you know… doing it like this. It's not just random, I promise."

"Okay." Sarah's head hangs forwards. "I trust you." She catches her breath for a moment. "But-" She gasps as she feels more teasing pressure on her clit. "But this isn't enough. I can't cum like this-"

"I know." Kellner's face is stern, but not cruel. "Just relax for me, okay?" Sarah feels Dave's hand tighten around hers at the same time. Did the two of them talk about this earlier? Did they plan something she isn't-

"Okay, more pressure, just like before." Sarah's thoughts are interrupted by more tightness in her belly. "Keep breathing for me, focus on my fingers and let it all come, alright?" Sarah nods again as she starts to pant, to relax, the familiar routine to tell her body to let her baby stay inside just a little longer.

"There you go, babe." Dave whispers from behind her. "You're doing amazing. You're so beautiful like this."

"It feels like a bowling ball inside me-" She grips his hand tight as the pressure builds and builds, feeling the huge, oversized head starting to press ever so slightly outwards. "Fuck! It's too big!"

"You're okay. Let all that pressure come, let that head fill you all the way." Kellner curls her fingers in just the right way, taking Sarah to the edge of orgasm and leaving her there, her lips flushed with need and dripping with arousal even as she breathes her way through her ever-more-intense labor. "You're doing so, so good for the both of us."

"Fuck- Kelly- Please- I need-" She can't decide. 'I need to push', 'I need to cum', 'I need to stop', 'I need more', and 'I need this baby to split me open right fucking now' all float through her mind, but her breath stalls before she can pick between them. In the end, all she can do is keep breathing, quick and shallow and steady, keep holding back as she feels the pressure fade.

"I know it's hard. I'm sorry." Kellner's voice pierces through the haze as Sarah rests. "It won't be like this all the time." She manages to raise her head up in interest at that phrase. "We can stall your labor while you sleep, at least. Let you get some rest during the night."

Sarah's head falls back to the bed. That's a few hours away, at least.

"Alright. You've got this." Sarah feels her husband's hot breath on her neck as she watches her belly harden again. "Just keep breathing for me. I know you can do this."

Sarah does her best to pant through the pressure as it builds, and builds, and builds some more. "Kelly, please-" She struggles to pant as she squirms in the stirrups. "Please- Inside me- Press more-" She does everything she can to think about the hand curling inside of her, rubbing against her, rather than- "Oh fuck- Please- I can't-"

"Yes you can. You will." Kellner curls her hand some more, puts more friction on Sarah's clit to give her something else to focus on. "Let it come. Don't fight it, you're doing so good."

She grits her teeth, panting with all her might to try to keep the head in just a little longer.

"There you go, let the head come just like that, let it stretch you just a little more while we wait."

"No- No- No- Please-" She moans, she gasps, her legs shake as she grips the bed with white-knuckled intensity, but, somehow, she holds on to the end.

"There you go." She feels Dave's soft touch as the contraction subsides. "That was perfect. You did so good with that. I'm so proud of you."

Doctor Kellner glances at a monitor to her side. "Yeah, you're definitely in labor." She looks perversely excited, which she almost manages to disguise. "You've definitely been in labor for a while now, too."

"Does that- Can I push now?"

Kellner shakes her head in feigned regret. "No, not yet. Sarah, I'm sorry, but I think it'd be better if we hold off for a little while longer."

"No- But-"

"I know, it's hard. But this is a big baby you've got, even for this program, and you were pretty tight down here to start with. The more 'warmup' time we can give you, the better."

She feels a firm hand on her shoulder, pressing her down into the bed. "You'll be okay. We're here for you, I promise. We've got you. I've got you."

Sarah can't help but shiver a little at his touch, his voice. "You're so beautiful like this, while you're struggling so much." He locks eyes with her even while he presses her down to the bed. "Can you hold back a little more? For me?"

She can't stop herself. She can't help it. She feels her head dip down. Then lift up again. She's nodding. Somehow, she's agreeing to this. Why is she-

"Good girl. Gooood girl." He puts a kiss to her forehead. "I love you so much."

Oh, yeah. That's why. She almost doesn't notice as her breath starts to quicken again.

"Here you go, that's it." He watches her belly harden more and more. "Can you feel that pressure?"

Sarah grips his hand as she starts to pant.

"Can you feel those fingers pressed inside you?"

She does her best to hold on tight before Kellner's movements make her twitch a little.

"Can you feel that huge head filling you up so much inside?"

She rolls her head to the side as she struggles.

"And, can you feel how much that head wants to be out of you? How much your body is just begging you to bear down as hard as you can?"

All she can do is keep panting again and again, struggling at her limit to focus on her breathing, on Kelly's fingers inside of her, on anything other than how much she wants to push with all her might and scream this head out of her. It feels like a minor miracle that she's able to hold back, gritting her teeth and clinging to the bed for dear life until she feels the tight grip on her midsection start to release.

"You're- Evil-" Sarah struggles to catch her breath as she glares up at her husband. "And you-" She fixes her gaze between her legs. "Aren't helping either."

"Sorry, sorry." Dave gives her a placating look as she recovers. "I won't be mean like that anymore. Besides, it's really supposed to be Kellner's show until she has to leave."

"Mm-hm. And I'll help you hold back until I'm- I mean, until you're ready to push."

"Here, I can help you with that." Dave helps untie Sarah's hospital gown, at this point already starting to soak through with sweat as she leans forward. She lays back on the bed, now totally undressed as her over-filled breasts heave with each breath.

"Okay, okay." Sarah settles herself back on the bed. "More pressure. I can do this. Just pant through it. Just pant through it."

She squirms on the bed when the pressure builds again, panting and struggling her way through the contraction, fighting hard to deny her body's desperate urge to give birth. They keep her like that through the next contraction, and the next, until she starts to lose count as she's teased and praised and denied while the head of her baby sits just behind her lips, demanding again and again to come into the world. She holds back as long as she can, while Kellner's all-too-skilled fingers and tongue touch all the right places in all the wrong ways, while her husband's steady embrace from behind gives her the strength to go on. They keep her panting through contraction after contraction until she's left wide-eyed and desperate, moaning and squirming under their combined touch.

"Alright, I think you've had enough for now." Kellner gives Sarah a sympathetic look. Not that it hasn't been a pure joy to watch her struggling so much, but everyone has their limit and it looks like Sarah is starting to reach hers. "You've done so good holding back for us, that was perfect. We can start to work on getting the head out now."

A look of absolute relief spreads across Sarah's face.

"You can start pushing with the next contraction, okay?" Kellner pulls out her fingers - now dripping with wetness - and poises her hands on Sarah's lips, bulging hugely with the head inside, flushed and glistening with moisture, parted just enough to show off a fat teardrop of dark hair with her stiff, ready clit peeking out the top.

"Wait-" It takes Sarah a moment to realize the omission. "You didn't- You haven't- I didn't get to cum…"

"No, Sarah, not yet. I need you to do some pushing for me first. I'll keep my hands down here just in case, but I want every bit of that work to go into helping you stretch down here, okay? Give me long, hard pushes, to really get this head moving."

"There's- There's another one coming."

"Alright. You'll be okay, we're both here with you." Doctor Kellner turns to Dave. "Can you help me adjust these stirrups? That's it, like that- Wider- Even wider- Keep going-" She watches Sarah carefully, until a wince starts to cross her face. "Come on- Liiiiittle more- There we go."

"Here, give me your hands." Dave settles himself back behind Sarah, holding her arms tight behind her as her breathing starts to deepen.

"Oh fuck- Okay- Oh fuck- Here it comes-"

"Perfect, let it all come. Put it all right down here, right where you can feel my fingers. All of it, I need you to give me the hardest push you can. It's going to burn so bad, but I know you're strong, I know you can do this for me. Take all that pressure and give me a hard, hard push."

"Nnnnnn- Fuck- Rrrrrrr-" Sarah curls forward and bears down, and Kellner watches the dark slit between her legs start to slowly spread wider.

"Good, good, come on-"

"Nnnnnng- GhhhhhHAAAAAA-"

"And breathe, come on, breathe for me-"

"Oh God- It burns- Oh God-"

"And push again, right down here-"

"HAAAAAAAAA- AAAAAAAAH- FUCK-"

"All the way, come on, all the way to the end-"

"Nnnnnnnnha- Haaaaaa-"

"There you go, that's it, go ahead and rest now."

Sarah gasps for air as she falls back onto the bed, trembling just a little as she feels the head start to ease back inside her. "Oh fuck…" Sarah reaches a trembling hand down between her legs. "Fuck, that's huge-" She probes at the bulge between her legs. "Did the head even move?" She lets out a sigh as her fingers start to graze across her clit.

"Mm-hm. I saw it." Kellner gently moves Sarah's hand back to her thigh. "It's just a big head, that's all." She puts a finger of her own to Sarah's clit, thrilling at the sight of her quiet frustration. "I know it's hard, but you need to really stretch right now." Her finger rubs a gentle circle on her clit just once, drawing out a soft moan of pleasure, then a softer whine of need.

"Kelly- Please-" Sarah's clit is stiff and eager under the sparing, teasing touch. "I need more-" Sarah can feel her need building and building, even more so now as she feels the head starting to stretch her.

"Give me some hard pushes first, Sarah. You can feel the next one coming, right? Good. Push right into here for me again- That's it, perrrrrfect-"

Sarah pulls her chin to her chest and bears down again, gripping tightly to her husband's hand as she feels her opening start to burn even more. "Nnnnnnnnn- Nnnnnnng-"

"There you go, come on, show me that head-" Kellner spreads her labia gently with her fingers as she bears down. "Push hard for me."

"Nnnnnn- Aaaaaaah- Fuck, it burns!"

"I know, you're okay, you're stretching so good. Push one more time for me now."

"HNNNN- NNNG- GHHHH-"

"Perfect, open niiiice and wide- Little more, come on-"

"GAAAAAH- HAAAAAA-"

"That's it, good, you can rest now."

Sarah falls back against her husband, gasping for air as she lays against his chest. She can feel a dark oval of hair peeking out between her lips, the fierce burn slowly fading as her tight opening starts to pull the head back inside her.

"That's it! You're doing it! That's your baby coming down!" Kellner can't keep the excitement out of her voice as she guides Sarah's hand down to feel.

"Haaaah- God, that's big-"

"Mmm-hm. You're opening up so good though, don't worry." Kellner presses again on Sarah's clit, drawing out another moan. Sarah squirms as she bears down again, but Kellner doesn't pull back, pressing, stroking with her fingers as Sarah twitches beneath her. The head grinds its way forward, parting Sarah's lips, making her burn just a little bit more with each passing moment.

"Kelly- Nnnnh- I can't-" Sarah gasps at the intense sensation, dragging her right to the edge before she feels Kellner finally relent. "I was so close-"

"I know. That'll be soon. Push hard with this next one okay? Really show me that head."

Sarah nods, mustering as much confidence as she can as she feels her belly hardening again. She feels Kellner's fingers tracing almost reverently along her lips before she tucks in her chin and bears down hard, pushing as much as she can as she feels her body urging her on, stretching more and more as that huge, hard bulge comes forward between her legs.

"That's it, perfect! Spread those lips for me!"

She bears down again, feeling herself burn more and more as she struggles with the huge size of her baby. Kellner's fingers trace along her lips as she watches the head move forward bit by bit, fighting for every inch of progress as she feels her tight opening spreading wider and wider.

"Good, good. Stretch for me, Sarah, stretch niiiice and wide, there you go."

It feels unstoppable, inexorable, as the hard, bulging dome forces its way downward between her legs, the burn growing fiercer and fiercer even as she can't help but add fuel to the fire, can't help herself from bearing down hard, her legs starting to shake as each moment of effort makes her struggle just that much worse. "Kelly- It's too much- I can't-"

She's cut off by another moan as she feels Kellner's pressure on her clit. "Shhhhhh. Yes you can. Yes you can. Push one more time for me, okay? One more hard push, that's all."

She couldn't hold back even if she wanted to as she drives the head forward again, as she feels herself stretch farther and farther, as she grabs onto her husband for support, as she grits her teeth and bears down with everything she has, as she cries out in pain feeling her baby force her open even more. She can feel Kellner's fingers pressing right where she's most sensitive, bringing her closer, closer, even as she struggles to hold it together feeling the fire between her legs.

I know, I know. I need more, Sarah, I need even more of that burn from you. With this next one, I need you to put your chin to your chest and push with everything you have, okay?

Sarah can't help it, she can feel Kellner's merciless touch, feel the steady, expert friction on her clit, dragging right to the edge and pausing to hold her there as she gives in to her body, as she pulls back her legs and shakes and screams and forces her lips to spread wider and wider, stretching open unbearably far for her baby. She cries out again, at the huge size of the thing she's struggling to push out, that she's spent the last year growing inside her, bigger and bigger, to the razor's edge of what she can fit through her body. She lays back in utter surrender to the fire between her legs, to the terrible pressure deep in her hips, to her body's endless need to push and push- she throws her head back and cries out again as Kellner finally lets her tip over the edge, as she forces her baby down with all her might, as she gives everything she has to feel even more of that stretch before her orgasm ends, as she holds on to her husband for dear life, shuddering and pushing and gasping her way through the last of her contraction.

"There you go. I've got you." Dave holds her from behind as she recovers her breath, pressing her head back against his chest as she comes down from pleasure and pain. "You're okay. You did so good there."

Kellner sits with them a moment, just being there in case Sarah needs her. She watches as her breathing stills, as Dave slowly coaxes her head out from the cradle of his arms. However, much as she'd love to stay like this forever, there are still other patients at this hospital. "Will you two be okay to take care of things yourselves for a while?"

Dave confirms he does, and Sarah gives a thumbs-up with an arm that wavers only a little.

"Alright, I should be able to check on you again in a couple of hours." She glances backward as she makes her way out of the room. "I know I'll be looking forward to it."

-

Later that morning:

"That's it, come on, push for me."

Sarah hauls back her legs and bears down, red-faced and grunting with the effort as she feels her lips start to burn again, as she feels the head come forward once more. She holds the push as she feels herself spreading apart, a dark oval of hair growing slowly wider and wider, stretching her opening more and more until she feels the head press up against a hard barrier between her legs.

"You're okay, I've got it. Just push."

Sarah gasps for breath before pulling her legs back again, putting just as much into this effort as the last as she feels the head press against the unyielding obstacle of her husband's hands. The head doesn't move even at the peak of her exertion, while she grits her teeth and curls around her belly, giving in fully to the unbearable pressure between her hips. The huge mass of her baby stays stuck firmly in place, but she's long past caring at this point.

"That was so good." Dave watches the head slowly start to recede as Sarah lets herself fall back onto the bed. "You're doing so good. Do you want to slow this down some?"

"No, I just- I need to push right now. Hard."

"Alright, then. Push all you need to, I'll be here." He starts to massage her lips gently with his fingers, and a satisfied smile starts to spread across her face.

"Ohhhhhh, thank youuuu…" Sarah starts to relax back against the pillows. "That's- Yesssssss, right theeeeeeere-" She throws her head back as his fingers drift towards her clit, rubbing slowly to "help her relax" even more. She closes her eyes and breathes deep, letting herself float for just a moment, until-

"Next one?" Dave watches her face start to shift.

"Mm-hm." Sarah grips behind her knees. "Can you get ready?" She feels his hands cup over her opening. "Okay- Nnnn- Gaaaaah- FUCK-" Sarah feels the pressure build and build, feels the huge mass inside sliding down just a little, tucks in her chin to bear down once again.

"Perfect, perfect. Pushing so hard for me."

The burn between her legs grows quickly, as the head forces her lips wider and wider, stretches her more and more before Dave presses his hands to hold it there. She feels a thrill inside her as she feels the head stopped in its tracks- something inside her wants her to bear down even more as she knows the head won't move.

"Good, come on, that's so good. Let it all out for me."

Sarah pushes again, with everything she can give. She feels the head sitting between her legs, feels the unbearable, unimaginable fullness that only a three-months-overdue child can bring. She pulls her legs wide and pushes and pushes, shoving every bit of that fullness down and out against his hands, struggling again and again to try to bring her child into the world against the unyielding barrier keeping it inside her. She keeps up the futile effort until the contraction ends, gasping for breath as she lets her legs fall back down.

"That was just perfect, you did so good there." His fingers find her clit again, as she lays back to rest.

"Mmmmm- Keep doing that- Please."

He keeps up the pressure as he watches the head slowly recede. "Did I ever tell you how much I love watching you push?"

"You have. Multiple times." Still, her mouth twitches into a smile.

"Well, I'm going to tell you again anyways." He steps up the pressure on her clit, and hears Sarah let out a small gasp. "I just can't get enough of it. Seeing how hard you're working. Especially when we're holding the head in like this." He can't help but grin at that.

"I knowwwww- Nnnh-" Her breathing starts to shift as she feels pleasure building in her core. "Why do you think I've been pushing so hard?"

"Are you close?"

"I'll have to push first."

"Alright." His fingers still yet again, and Sarah stops herself from letting out a quiet whine of disappointment. "Push hard for me. Show me how much you want this head to come."

Sarah pulls back her legs, breathing deep and preparing to-

"And don't worry. I'll help you feel good too."

"Oh FUCK-" Sarah cries out as she feels his lips close over her clit. "Okay- Nnnh- FUCK- Just- PUSH-" Sarah writhes slightly in the bed as she feels the burn between her legs, feels her baby stretch her lips, feels herself getting closer and closer, making every other sensation just that much more intense. "Oh, God- I can't-" She has to. She can. She pushes again, feeling his tongue grinding against her clit, shoving her baby down against his hands over her entrance. She's so close, bearing down with everything she has, when she feels the head shift just a little. When she feels herself slowly, so slowly being forced open even more, when she feels the burning, stretching between her legs spike to a fresh, urgent intensity. The new, bright pain tips her over the edge, makes her cum, hard and sudden, severs her last vestiges of control as she gives in more than she thought possible, bearing down with wild, uncontrolled, furious effort. She screams again and again as she calls on every fiber of her being to struggle and fight and push to try to force her child out into the world. Her legs shake and her vision narrows, her thoughts recede to pressure, stretching, pushing again and again as she feels the head stonewalled against her husband's hands, feels his gentle tongue still lapping at her clit. She keeps up her titanic, desperate effort until the last traces of her contraction fade. For all of her struggle, though, she feels the head start to recede once again when she finally lays back on the bed.

Sarah feels a presence detach itself from the foot of the bed and press itself to her side. She feels a hand entwine in hers, feels her head tucked underneath a chin, pressed against a warm chest. "You okay?" The voice rumbles in her ears.

She takes a few deep breaths before answering. "Mm-hm." She tries to look upward for a moment before tucking her head back where it feels warm and safe.

"Good. Good. You did so good there, that was amazing."

After a little bit, Sarah regains some awareness. "You let the head out more? When I was pushing?"

"Yeah." The voice sounds a little sheepish.

"I thought Kelly said not to do that."

"Yeah. It was only a little, though. And, she also said to have fun with this, didn't she? I figured that took precedence."

"God. You-" She tries to throw a weak punch with her free arm, but it doesn't connect.

"We did talk about all this, don't worry. You'll be okay. I promise."

"Okay."

The two of them hold each other close, the silence lasting until the cramping in her belly reminds Sarah that she's still in labor. "I think- I think I'll take this slow for a while now."

"Alright, just do what you need to." He moves back to the end of the bed. "I'll be right here with you."

[push4me]

Vale and Amelia

Prompt: “There’s just so much pressure.”

“Oh god, oh god, ffuuuuck……” 

“Shh, baby, you’re alright.” “Mmm… No….. Fuck…” Vale moans into Amelia’s shoulder. They’d been at this for hours. Amelia has taken to rubbing Vale’s back and kissing her on the forehead because she doesn’t quite know what else to do for her. Amelia is sitting on the edge of the couch. Vale is on her knees facing Amelia with one arm draped over her shoulder and the other holding her massive belly, as if that would take the pressure away somehow. Vale’s pants are long gone, having been discarded the moment she began feeling sweaty and pushy. Her underwear, too. Her black sports bra is all that’s left. Amelia is wearing a tshirt and boxers; just something cozy so she can get into any position she needs to in order to help. Vale starts to hyperventilate into the crook of the other’s neck, with little grunts of effort between. 

“Baby, you’re okay,” 

“No, no, no, no, mmmMMMMMMMMMMPH!” She yells out, clutching at her belly and spreading her legs slightly. “Fuck, ow, fuck,” She cries. Amelia tilts Vale’s chin up to look at her, as she had been curling up into a tense ball during this contraction. 

“Is she coming?” Amelia whispers, rubbing her laboring girlfriend’s cheek. Vale shakes her head frantically, face pink and eyes watery. “I don’t know, god, I don’t know. There’s just so much presSUUUREE-” The last bit of her sentence gets loud as she throws her head back. She grunts and cries out, scrambling to get into a bit more of a squatting position. She cups her hand to herself to feel if anything has changed. “There’s no baby, just so much fucking pressure.” She whimpers. Amelia nods sympathetically. “Can you put my hair up before the next contraction, please,” She asks, eyes big. Her lover nods and begins pulling up Vale’s long, light purple hair into a loose bun. Vale moves her hips in circles in an attempt to make some room, or move things along. 

They spend another hour like this, arms around one another, alternating between sitting, squatting, and kneeling on a pillow before Amelia. Vale grunting and now screaming, holding her stomach, massaging the base of it, moving her hips, and panting. She shouted loudest when her water broke, legs shaking around a huge gush of fluid, then a lot of trickling. This brought about a whole new bout of pressure after the initial relief. 

“Just like we practiced, love. Breathe with me.” Amelia coaches, demonstrating. Vale nods, her face beet red. She blows out in effortful, staccato, hard breaths. She is interrupted by a new sensation, and she cries out gutturally. 

“BABE, AUGH, OH GOD!” She grunts, a hand reaching below. She announces what she feels. “BABE, I THINK IT’S TIME, OHHHH…” Just as she said, her lips are parting way into a teardrop shape. Her lips are swollen like her big belly, and she can feel the very tip of the head if she puts her finger there. There’s a bulge underneath her skin, as the head is just beneath it and not much has come earthside yet. She puts both hands to the floor and grunts, pushing hard with her contraction. Amelia scrambles down to the floor with her, sitting before her, taking a look herself. “Okay babe, this is it, honey you are doing so well,” She coos, rubbing her heaving belly. She ignores all the butterflies in her own stomach in favor of coaxing her through this. Neither have given birth before, but they studied hard for this moment. They wanted to bring their baby into the world themselves, as peacefully and in the most relaxing way they could. They wanted to be able to embrace, wear as much or little as they wanted, and be comfortable and in the zone. Amelia knows she has the doctor a phone call away, and Vale trusts her partner to be strong and smart in her time of need. And yes, Amelia is swallowing down butterflies right now so she can be that. Her heart is trying to burst out of her chest at the thought of what’s to come. “Mmmmm, oh god, oh…” Vale moans while she takes a break from pushing. She rocks her hips some more, her vagina beginning the stretch with the head. She bounces a bit and sobs, doubled over slightly. “It’s so much pressure. It’s starting to burn, ohhhhh…” She grunts. She rocks back and forth now. The mound behind her skin is so visible, and the head is just yet to break through. Her stomach rises and falls with her loud, labored breaths. 

Amelia reaches down and puts her hands around her crying lips, rubbing them softly. Vale moans, one hand at the top of her massive belly and the other back on her partner’s shoulder for balance. She is squatting, her knees far and widely spread apart. Amelia trails her way up to Vale’s clit, brushing it softly. Vale’s knees wobble. “Does this help?” Amelia whispers. She just wants to take her mind off the pain as best she can. Vale nods violently. “Y-yeah, give me more, mmmmmfuck, please, please, I need it.” She moans. “Before the next one, please,” Amelia complies, and rubs in circles with one hand and rubs the lips, parting them slightly, with the other. Vale bucks her hips back and forth with the rhythm. Her canal feels so full, so tight, and with this new sensation, so tingly and much more moist. And not a minute goes by before she screams out, bracing herself against the pain. Amelia jumps and starts to pull her hands away before Vale grabs them and brings them back. “Please,” She grunts through her teeth. She pants and screams as she pushes against her lover’s hands. She rubs up against them, noticing the combination between the movement and the touching making this almost more bearable. Amelia feels the head pushing against Vale’s skin, closer to breaking free and stretching her hole further with every push before sinking back again, back to before. Amelia rubs harder against her sore clit, and Vale can feel pleasure building up alongside the pain. Both at once are going in her head and body and she doesn’t know how to act. She throws her head back once more and out comes a mixture of screams, grunts, curses, moans, and “ah, ah, ah, ah!”s with each breath. She decides to lean back and get into a position between sitting and laying, up against a wedge they had on the floor for this occasion. Amelia never stopped touching her. “Good, babe, lay down, let me take care of you for a moment,” Amelia praises. She reaches up to cup Vale’s breast in one hand, and her pussy in the other. Vale arches her back, feeling thoroughly filled up and ready to burst. She feels pleasure running down her front and pain in her back from the contraction. She rhythmically bucks her hips. “That’s right baby, cum for me if you need to. Take a break from pushing and breathe a moment.” Vale nods, eyes blinking rapidly in pleasure. Her legs are spread wide and pulled back, and she feels close to finishing. She rocks her hips, hard, and lets the tension build and build and build, before she feels that familiar tingle in her full body culminating in her head. She comes, and pushes the baby out further as she does. The teardrop shape is gone, replaced by almost a crown. She pants, feeling the head with her own hand in disbelief, her legs pulled far back to make room for all the stretching she is doing. 

Amelia smiles down at her partner, taking in how beautiful and glowy she is, having just come while pushing out their baby. She feels proud of herself for effectively distracting her, at least for a little bit, from the pain by mixing it with pleasure. And, she realized, climaxing is helping progress things along. Pushing is proving very difficult. Maybe she can make her partner cum this baby out even further. 

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Lilly's Rose

It was just another ordinary day at school. Or so I thought. I was sitting at my desk, mindlessly doodling on my notebook, when suddenly I felt a strange sensation in my abdomen. At first, I dismissed it as indigestion from the greasy pizza I had for lunch. But then it came back, stronger this time, accompanied by a sharp pain that made me wince.

I knew something wasn't right. I excused myself from class and hurried to the restroom, locking myself inside a stall. I clutched my abdomen, feeling the rhythmic tightening and relaxing of my muscles. It was like my body was trying to push something out.

Panic started to set in as the pain intensified. I tried to breathe deeply, but the nausea overpowered me. I leaned over the toilet,

I heard footsteps approaching the stall, followed by the familiar voice of my best friend, Emma. "Hey, what's taking you so long? I've been knocking for like, five minutes!" she said, her voice muffled through the door.

"Just… give me a minute, Em," I managed to say between gasps of air. I didn't have the energy to explain what was happening to her right now.

There was another sharp pain, and this time, I couldn't hold back a muffled scream. I clutched my stomach even harder.

"Hey, are you okay in there?" Emma called again, her voice filled with concern. "I'm really worried, Lily. Can you please open the door?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "I'm fine, Em," I lied. "Just give me a minute, okay?"

There was another contraction, and this time, I opened the stall door and went back to class.

Emma followed me, looking worried. "Lily, are you sure you should be here? Maybe you should go see the nurse or something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I forced a weak smile. "I'll be fine, Em. I just need to sit down for a bit, that's all." I gestured to an open seat in the back of the classroom. "Why don't you take that one, and we can catch up on what we missed later, okay?"

Emma hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. She sat down at the desk, her eyes never leaving mine. "Okay, Lily. But if you need anything, just let me know, okay?"

I forced a reassuring smile, trying to ignore the pain that still throbbed in my abdomen. "I will, Em. Thanks."

The rest of the class went by in a blur. Every time a contraction hit, I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. I tried to focus on the lesson, but the only thing I could think about was what was happening to my body.

Finally, the bell rang for the end of class. Emma hurried over to me, her eyes wide with concern. "Lily, are you sure you should be going home like this? Maybe you should see the nurse or something," she said, her voice shaking.

"I'll be fine, Em," I insisted, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "It's probably just a stomach bug or something. I'll just head home and rest, okay?"

Emma looked like she wanted to argue, but she finally nodded. "Okay, Lily. But if it gets worse or anything, you promise me you'll call me, right? Or your mom?"

I forced a weak smile. "I promise, Em."

As I walked out of the classroom, my insides felt like they were being twisted and turned into knots. Every step was excruciating, and I had to hold my breath to try and block out the pain. I made my way through the hallways, my face growing paler by the second. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Finally, I reached my locker. I stood there for a moment, gathering my strength before opening it. As I reached inside to grab my bag, another contraction hit, sending waves of pain coursing through my body. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, trying to breathe through it.

"Lily? Are you okay?" I heard a concerned voice say. I forced my eyes open and saw my friend Sarah standing beside me. "You don't look so good. Should I call someone?"

I tried to smile reassuringly, but the pain made it difficult. "I-I'm fine, Sarah. I just…think I'm coming down with something. I'll be okay to go home."

Sarah hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure? You don't look so good. Maybe you should go see the nurse or something, just to be safe?"

I forced a smile, trying to reassure her. "Thanks, Sarah, but I think I'll be okay. I just need to get to my boyfriend's house and rest, that's all." I took a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking hands as another contraction began to build inside me.

Sarah glanced at her watch. "Well, I'm headed to the library after school. Do you want me to walk you there? Or at least to your car?"

I bit my lip, trying to hide the pain that was coursing through my body. "Thanks, Sarah, but I'll be fine. I can manage on my own. But…thanks for the offer, you're a good friend."

Sarah smiled, her eyes narrowing with concern. "Okay, Lily. If you're sure. But if you need anything, just give me a call, okay?"

I nodded, forcing a weak smile. "I will, Sarah. Thanks again." I turned away from her and took a shaky step towards the exit, my body still wracked with pain. As I made my way through the hallway, my vision began to blur and my legs felt like jelly. I couldn't help but wonder if Sarah was right if I should have gone to see the nurse or someone. But it was too late now. I had to keep going.

The walk to my boyfriend's house seemed to take forever, each step more agonizing than the last. My stomach churned violently, and I was sure that I was going to throw up at any moment. My breath came in ragged gasps as another contraction hit, forcing me to double over in pain. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I knew that I couldn't keep going like this.

Finally, I reached the door of his house. I barely managed to raise my hand to knock before another contraction hit, making me stumble backward. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and my boyfriend, Mark, peered out at me. His face registered surprise and concern as he took in my pale, sweaty appearance.

"Lily? What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" he asked, reaching out to steady me. I leaned into his touch, grateful for the support.

"Mark…I need you to fuck me.

"His eyes widened, confusion written all over his face. "Lily, are you sure? You don't look well. Do you want me to call a doctor or something?"

I shook my head, my breath coming in ragged gasps as another contraction gripped my insides. "No…not a doctor. I want you to fuck me. Please, Mark. I need it."

His eyes darted around, clearly torn between his concern for my well-being and his arousal at my request. Finally, he stepped back, opening the door wider to let me in. "Okay…but I think you should lie down first. You don't look so good."

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as another contraction racked my body. "I'll…be fine…just…need…" I trailed off, gripping his arm for support as I fought through the pain. He guided me into the living room, sitting me down on the couch before disappearing upstairs.

A moment later, he returned, his expression a mix of concern and desire. He knelt before me, his hands gentle on my hips as he pulled my pants down, revealing my underwear-clad sex. Without waiting for him to finish, I reached down, hooking my fingers into the waistband and pulling them aside. His eyes darkened, and he leaned forward, his lips brushing against my skin as he kissed me.

"Are you sure this is what you want, baby?" he whispered, his breath hot against my folds. "Because I'm not gonna stop until you tell me to."

I nodded, biting my lip as another contraction wracked my body. "Yes…I…just…need it…in me…" My voice was little more than a whisper, my words coming out in ragged gasps as the pain consumed me. He leaned forward, his eyes meeting mine, and then slowly, carefully, he positioned himself at my entrance. The head of his erection pressed against me, and I felt a brief flash of pain before he began to push inside.

"Deep breaths, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You're doing great." His hips began to move, thrusting slowly in and out of me as he found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through my body despite the agony that still gripped me.

As another contraction hit, Mark's hands tightened on my hips, his nails digging into my skin. "Fuck, Lily, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice raw. His thrusts grew deeper and harder, driving into me with a force that I hadn't known he possessed.

I arched my back, crying out as the sensation overtook me. My muscles tensed and relaxed in time with his movements, my body instinctively responding to the release of the pain. "Oh God…I'm…I'm close…" I managed to choke out between ragged gasps.

Mark's thrusts grew harder and faster, his hips slamming against mine in an almost violent rhythm. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort. "Cum with me, baby…let it go…" He leaned forward, his lips finding my neck, sucking and nipping at my skin as he drove deeper still.

My body responded in kind, my muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his movements. "Oh God…I'm…I'm…" The words dissolved into incoherent moans as pleasure washed over me, sweeping away the last vestiges of pain. My nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on as I felt the tension build within me.

Milk started to flow from my tits.

"Oh fuck, Lily…" Mark groaned, his body trembling as he came inside me. His thrusts slowed, his hips moving more gently as he released himself into me. "That was amazing…you're amazing." His lips found mine, and he kissed me tenderly, his tongue darting out to trace the shape of my lips.

My body was still wracked with aftershocks from the orgasm, my muscles quivering with the sensation. Milk continued to flow from my breasts, dripping down my chest and onto the bed. Mark must have noticed, because he leaned forward, licking his lips and then sucking at one of my nipples.

"You're so beautiful, Lily," he murmured, his voice husky. "And so sexy." He slid his hand between my legs, rubbing gently at my swollen folds. "I can't get enough of you."

I moaned softly, arching my back into his touch. "Mark…" I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. "I think I just peed.

He chuckled softly, kissing my neck. "It's okay, baby. We can change the sheets later. Right now, I just want to enjoy you." His fingers continued to tease at my sensitive folds, and I felt another wave of pleasure wash over me.

I arched my back, gasping as my body tensed again. "Mark…" I moaned, my voice thick with desire. "Don't stop…I need…"

He smiled against my skin, his fingers moving faster as he found my G-spot. "You need this, baby? You need me?" He slid his other hand between my legs, spreading me open as his thumb found my clit.

I arched my back, crying out as pleasure consumed me. "Yes…I need you…please…" I felt my body begin to shudder, my muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm with his touch. "Oh God…I'm…I'm…"

Mark's lips found mine, his tongue tangling with mine as he thrust deep inside my mouth. His hips began to move faster, his cock rubbing against my G-spot with each thrust. "That's it, baby…let go…" He growled into the kiss, his fingers digging deeper as he found my clit.

I moaned into his mouth, my body arching off the bed as I felt my orgasm building. "I'm…I'm…cumming…" The words were barely audible as pleasure washed over me, and my body convulsed with wave after wave of ecstasy. I could feel every muscle in my core contracting, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

Mark's thrusts grew faster and deeper, his body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me tightly as he found his release, his body tense and shuddering above me. He groaned, his hips bucking roughly as he emptied himself inside me.

My body was still shaking from the aftermath of my orgasm, my muscles quivering with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around Mark, holding him close as I felt his weight press down on me. He collapsed on top of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. "I've never felt anything like that."

I couldn't help but smile, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. "Neither have I," I confessed, running my fingers through his sweat-damp hair. "I didn't think it could feel so good."

He laughed softly, kissing me again. "I could tell you've never been with anyone else," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You were so tight…and so ready for me." His fingers traced lazy circles around my still-sensitive clit, and I felt another wave of pleasure wash over me.

I arched my back into his touch, moaning his name. "Mark…I don't think I can…" I trailed off, unable to find the words to express how good it felt. He smiled against my skin, his hips beginning to move again, his cock rubbing against me in a way that sent shivers through my entire body.

"You can take it, baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're so tight and wet, you were made for me." His fingers found my clit again, teasing and circling as his other hand held my hip.

I moaned, arching into his touch. "Oh God, Mark…I can't…" His movements were so skillful, so knowing, that it sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. "My water just broke"

His hands stilled on my hips, and he pulled back to look at me. Fear flashed across his face. "Are you sure?" He asked, his voice tight. "Maybe it was just…you know…"

I nodded, my heart racing. "No, I'm positive. My water just broke." I looked down at the wet spot on the bed beneath us, my stomach doing flips. "Oh my God, Mark…I think…I think I'm in labor."

He froze, his eyes wide with fear. "Shit, are you sure?" He asked, his voice shaking. "Maybe it's just…too soon."

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. "I don't know, Mark. It just feels…different. Like something's happening."

He swallowed hard, his gaze darting around the room. "Shit, shit, shit." He rolled off me, moving to the edge of the bed. "I need to call the doctor."

I sat up, "No…time…FUCK" I screamed as another contraction hit me, doubling me over. Mark reached out, trying to steady me, but I pushed him away. "You…you stay back." My voice was raw with fear and pain. "You stay away from me and the baby."

He looked stricken, his eyes wide with horror. "I'm sorry, I just…I don't know what to do." He began to pace the room, his hands running through his hair. "I should call 911. Maybe they can help."

My heart raced, panic rising within me. "No, no hospitals," I cried, gripping the sheets. "They'll take her away from me. You have to help me." My voice broke, and I began to sob uncontrollably.

Mark hesitated, his expression filled with fear and uncertainty. "Okay," he finally said. "Okay, I'll do whatever you want. But I need you to calm down, okay? You're scaring me." He moved back to sit beside me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "I'm here for you, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself. "There's…there's the BABIES HEAD," I sobbed. "I…I feel it." I reached between my legs, and he looked away, his hands trembling. "Oh God, I…I think I'm pushing."

Mark swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear. "Okay, okay. Just breathe with me, all right? One…two…three." He held me close, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back as I tried to follow his lead. "That's it, honey. Just focus on the breaths."

Another contraction hit me, harder than the last, and I cried out, my body tensing. "I can't…I can't do this," I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. "It hurts so much."

Mark held me close, his hand stroking my hair. "I know it does, baby, but you're doing great. Just breathe with me." He kissed my forehead, his lips trembling. "You can do this. You're strong."

Another contraction hit, and I cried out, my body convulsing. "Oh God, Mark," I gasped between sobs. "It hurts so much."

He held me close, his grip tight. "I know it does, baby, but you're doing amazing. Just focus on me, okay? Just breathe with me." His voice was steady, reassuring. "That's it…that's it…good job."

Another contraction hit, and I cried out, my body tensing. "I…I can't…" I sobbed, my voice breaking. "I can't do this."

Mark held me close, his grip firm. "You're doing amazing, baby," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "You can do this. Just focus on me, okay?" He stroked my hair, his touch soothing. "That's it…just breathe with me."

Another contraction hit, and I cried out, my body tensing. "Oh God, Mark," I sobbed, feeling the pain tear through me. "I…I don't think I can…"

Mark held me close, his grip firm. "You can do this, baby," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "I'm here with you, and we're going to get through this together." He wiped away my tears, his own eyes filling with tears as well. "Just focus on my voice, okay? Just listen to my voice, and breathe with me."

Another contraction hit, harder than the last, and I cried out, my body tensing. "Oh God, Mark," I sobbed, feeling the pain tear through me. "I can't…I can't do this."

He held me close, his grip firm. "You're doing amazing, baby," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "Just focus on me, okay? Just breathe with me." His voice was steady, reassuring. "That's it…that's it…good job."

Another contraction hit, and I cried out, my body tensing. "Oh God, Mark," I sobbed, my voice breaking. "I…I can't…"

Sarah and Emma show up at the house, panic filling their eyes. what going on? They saw the head peek out under the skirt. Are you having a baby? they both ask. It's not time yet, I reply. They both look confused. The pain comes again, and I cry out. It's time, Mark says. I can feel the baby crowning. He helps me to the bed, positioning me carefully. The pain is unbearable, but I know I have to push. I focus on Mark's words, and I push with all my might. The room is a blur of pain and panic, but I can feel Mark's hands guiding me, urging me to keep going.

WHAT'S GOING ON? my mom says, her voice full of fear. Mark just nods, not taking his eyes off of me. I feel another contraction coming, and I push again, my body tensing. I can feel the baby's head moving closer and closer to the outside world. The pain is unbearable, but I know I can't stop now.

Sarah and Emma exchange worried glances as they watch me struggle. They've never seen anything like this before. "You're doing great," Sarah whispers, squeezing my hand. "Just keep pushing." I can feel the relief in her voice, but I know she's still terrified.

Another contraction hits, and I push with all my might. The baby's head is almost out now, and I can feel the burning sensation between my legs. "I…I can't…I can't do this," I sob, my voice breaking. But Mark holds me tight, his touch gentle but firm.

"That's it, baby," he whispers, his voice steady. "Just one more push, and you'll be holding your little one in your arms." His words give me strength I didn't know I had, and I push one final time. There's a wet, ripping sensation, and the baby slides out of me.

Mark catches the baby, cradling her in his arms. Tears stream down his face as he looks down at our beautiful daughter, her tiny body covered in a sheen of amniotic fluid. "She's perfect," he whispers, his voice filled with wonder.

I look down at her too, my tears blurring my vision. "She is," I manage to choke out. "She's perfect." I feel a surge of love and protectiveness wash over me, and I reach out to touch her tiny hand.

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Reblog if you're an NSFW blog not run by a cis dude.

I need more people to follow but the only blogs I'm finding are boring dudes who all post the same generic black and white gifs and I'm not into it.

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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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Cumming Out

5.10.  You’re home alone and went into labor and in pain so you try to distract yourself by watching porn to make the birth less painful while having lots of orgasm

Nope. I’m not doing it. No hospital. My sister gave birth twice at our only local hospital. Each time was an absolute disaster, and it’s a miracle that everyone left on time.

  I may be tempted, but I am comfortable at home and I’m not about to drive an hour to the next location. Can’t do it.

  Contractions are definitely going. It hasn’t been too bad yet, but it’s been a few hours and I don’t think there’s going to be a lot of relief coming up anytime soon. I’m just breathing here. I’m in my living room with a comfy couch and a comfy blanket. The windows are open, but nobody lives close enough to be able to see anything.

  Text my sister: Baby’s coming, will update as I can.

  Okay, got another one coming. Oohhh…. Yeah, that’s stronger. Fuck, that one hurt. Ow. 

  I wish… I wish your father could be here. I have no idea where he is. And it’s not like we ever had a deep emotional connection - just a quick night of sex and gone. But it would be nice to have someone with me. Someone who has just as much a connection to you as I do. Well, mama’s waiting for you at any rate, and I love you, but damn it you’re hurting me.

  I trust my body. My body knows what it’s doing. It may be uncomfortable, but it’s part of the process. I am strong. I can do this.

  OWWWWW, that one was worse!

  Okay. Let’s see if I can get up. Here we go, aaaaand YUP. I’m up. And I’m warm. Well, if no one is here with me and no one’s going to see me, no need for clothes, is there? I’ll get this nightgown off… there, much better. Shit, my tits look huge now. My nipples haven’t been flush with my boobs in weeks, all puffed out and dark like that. Hope my milk is good.

  Laptop - there. Got it. I’ll just set it up on the coffee table and then I can relax back into the couch. Gonna see if I can get some relief here. Yeah, we’re going to that website. 

  Now… what do I want to watch?

  Ow, got another one coming. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck this is uncomfortable. 

  I’ll just search “Pregnant” and see what comes up. Yeah. That one. Fine. My fingers are drifting to my clit, I need to make this happen.

  Hm, she’s cute. Look at the way she’s being fondled from behind over her shirt. That belly too, that’s nice. Oh, and the shirt’s up, there it is, wish I could get my nipples squeezed like that. He’s getting a vibrator for her to use, that’s nice… and now she’s just sitting there with her belly out, vibing her pussy… man, I’m no lesbian, but I really want to see her boobs now. Come on, take off the shirt, let’s see more than just the belly.

  Feeling another contraction coming, but I think it’s helping that I’m masturbating. The pain is less intense.

  Oh, I think she’s going to cum. Still haven’t seen her boobs much though - oh there they are. Yeah, she’s definitely going to cum. Cum for him, baby. Let it just roll over you. That’s it, I hear you getting close. You’re about to cum, oh god I’m about to cum, yes, I’m cumming with the girl on the screen, oh oh OHHH that feels nice! Yes yes yes oh fuck yes that helps so much! Ohhhh fuck…

  The contraction is gone now. Wow. I just had an orgasm during a contraction. That was amazing.

  I want more.

  This one looks good.

  I wonder what it’s like to suck a cock. I’ve never done it. I know a lot of girls like it but I never thought it was my thing. Maybe I’ll have to try.

  Oh that’s hot, he’s squeezing her ass while she blows him. Like she has a job to do and nothing he does can interrupt it. 

  Oh - contraction. I’m still rubbing, still feeling okay, let’s ride this out… ow, not as good as last time.

  And she’s up. There’s the belly, she’s being fucked from behind against a glass door. Still can’t see any boobs, there’s a bra in the way. But she’s groaning so much, she likes being drilled like this. Her hands are going all over the glass. And now she’s down on the floor, still getting it from behind, like she’s a little pregnant housemaid getting fucked by the lord of the house. 

  Fuck, I’m cumming again. Wait wait wait… I want to hold off until there’s another contraction. Can’t be long now. Yes - there it is. Come on, I want to cum, I want her to cum, I want him to cum in that big belly, I want so much cumming right now. 

  Oh fuck, there’s the belly, she looks amazing. He’s holding her throat, she’s getting it rough, fuck that’s turning me on more, I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming oh fuck I’m cumming more!

  Shit… that was intense. 

  Okay, this one’s long, maybe I’ll just jump through it. Not pregnant to start, but damn if he isn’t trying. I remember that… I sure wasn’t trying, but maybe he was. In any case, we’re here, I’m watching porn and delivering a baby in my living room. Jump ahead. Keep going. Make her pregnant. Make her a mommy. I can’t believe this turns me on. Do I really wish I was her, or is it hormones? Fuck, I don’t know, I just want him to cum in her and make her grow his child. Oh, another contraction. Can I cum? I’m trying to cum, I think I’m hooked now. Ow, this one really hurts! Shit! Ugh, I need to cum, please god let me cum.

  Skip ahead. She’s blowing him now, definitely pregnant, rubbing her body. Oh yeah, show off your pregnant body girlfriend. Look at those puffy nipples, ready to feed. You developed nicely.

  Skip ahead, oh this is going to make me cum. That big belly riding cowgirl, that’s my favorite position with a toy and a pillow. I’m not having a contraction but I don’t care, I need to cum and I’m going to cum! Fuuuuuuck!

  Oh that was good. And I feel something moving. I think we’re close. I need to watch another one. 

  Oh that looks like a nice belly. She’s definitely ready to pop. Fucked from behind, I love how the belly and the tits hang and sway, what a sexy look. 

  Contraction coming, it hurts, but it feels so good… Shit I’m cumming that was so fast! And she’s cumming too, the pregnant ladies are cumming together! And oh shit I think the baby’s here, I feel a bulge. Let me feel inside. There’s definitely a head there. Hello baby, give Mommy a few minutes and we’ll have you out. Mommy wants to try to cum you out, okay?

  One more video… let’s watch a solo. Fuck, look at those tits. She’s sucking her own tit. I wonder if I can do that. Not going to try right now. Baby’s coming closer, I can feel the stretch, I need to push. There’s the contraction, my pussy’s burning it hurts so much, I need to cum oh yes there it is I’m gonna cum FUCK! I think the head is out! Hi baby, we’re almost there! I want to cum with this girl on the screen. Just waiting for the last contraction. Oh my god this birth has been amazing, I never thought I could cum my way through it like that. Okay, contraction’s coming. I want to cum now, baby’s starting to move, I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum I’M GONNA CUM I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING oh my god, baby’s out oh my god I just had a baby by cumming… fuck…

  Come on up to Mommy, baby. Baby… girl. You’re a girl, Mommy’s precious little girl. Ohhh fuck that was insane. I think I liked it… I want to do some of the things from those videos too. Shit. Baby girl… I might need to make a brother or sister for you soon.

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I love a talkative mom to be

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I absolutely adore this author's writing.

Trish: Community College

I was so touched by all the love you showed for my last post. Here's the next installment! -FertileFox

part one

"Christopher, I'm home!" I called softly.

"Hey, Patricia. I finally laid Nia down to sleep. How was work?"

"Oh, man, we were slammed. This July heat is making everyone crazy for Dairy Queen. I haven't had a chance to pump since lunch, and I feel like my boobs are about to explode."

"I'm so sorry to hear that. Have a seat and get situated with your pump. I'll heat you up some dinner."

Fifteen minutes later, I finished my dinner, clicked off the pump, and put the milk in the fridge.

"So Christopher, I wanted to ask you about something. I was talking with Brad Pope after church this morning. He and Greg have been wanting to adopt for ages."

"Of course, they love kids. I always see one or both of them volunteering in the nursery."

"The problem is, they keep getting turned down by adoption agencies because they're gay."

"That's horrible. Can they still do that?"

"Apparently. So anyway, we got to talking about surrogacy. I think I want to do it for them. Is that crazy?"

"Oh wow, you're saying you would actually carry a baby for nine months, give birth, and hand it off to them?"

"I mean, yeah. I'll be honest: ever since I gave birth to Nia, I've felt this sense of emptiness. So much of our lives has changed since she was born that I hadn't quite placed it, but when the idea came up, I noticed myself getting weirdly excited at the idea of being pregnant again."

"If it would make you happy, I'm 100% in support."

"Honestly, I really think it would. And here's the kicker: on top of pregnancy-related medical expenses, they're offering me $2,000 a month!"

"Oh. Wow. That's a lot. I mean, between that and your scholarship, you could pay off your student loans and put some away in savings. If you choose not to, we both know that we'll find a way to make things work, but that would definitely make things easier."

We both sat in silence for a few moments.

"We don't need to decide right away. They wanted us to take time to think about it. I'm not working next Sunday, so we're going over to their house for lunch to talk things through. I think they want us to see all their paperwork showing adoption agencies what great parents they would be," I said with a chuckle. "If we like everything we hear, we'll put it in writing and make it official!"

"They're right that you should sleep on it. In fact, you should head to bed. You have class early tomorrow morning."

~~~

Three weeks later, I found myself in the Popes' bathroom with a vaginal applicator. I gingerly slid it in and slowly pressed on the handle, injecting the semen into my vagina. I put the applicator in the trash, re-dressed, washed my hands, and walked out of the bathroom.

"All done?" Brad asked.

"Yep! It felt weirdly… anticlimactic?"

"Well, we'll leave it to Chris to help you climax," Greg responded with a wink. I blushed.

"Um… I guess I'll head home then? I'll be able to take a pregnancy test in a couple weeks, and I'll let you know as soon as I get the result."

"Sounds great," Brad replied. "If this doesn't work, we'll make an appointment with the doctor for next month and try again!"

As soon as I got home, I sat upside-down in the recliner, with my back on the seat and my legs up in the air. I wasn't sure if it would help, but I just wanted it to work so badly. While I was sitting there, I grabbed a framed photo off the side table. It was taken right after our wedding, just one year ago. I was wearing an isidwaba and isicholo that had been in Christopher’s family for generations, and Christopher was wearing a suit. In the photo, I was holding Nia, and Christopher's grandparents were on either side of us. All of us smiled so much that day our cheeks hurt. It was a small ceremony; Christopher's grandmother officiated, and the guests were just a few of our friends.

After the wedding, Christopher went up to Missouri for basic training, and I started classes at the local community college. While I was in class or needed to focus on studying, Christopher's grandparents watched Nia. Ever since I started breastfeeding her, I've been making way more breastmilk than she needed. Pumping it all out is exhausting and time-consuming, but I'm able to donate the extra to help others. I'd heard that lactation starts to decrease after a baby's first birthday, but when Nia turned one in June, my breasts apparently didn't get the message.

I set the photo down on the side table. "Hey Christopher?"

"Yes, Patricia?" he called from the other room.

"Can you please bring me my breast pump and my stats textbook?"

"Sure, here you--" he paused for a moment as he walked in the room and laughed, seeing me sitting in the chair upside down. "Do you think it makes a difference?"

I took the pump and textbook out of his arms, trying to figure out how to pump and study in that position. "I don't really know. But Greg and Brad would make such good dads. I just want this to work for them."

"I know you do." He leaned forward and gave me an upside-down kiss.

~~~

Two weeks later, the pregnancy test came back positive, and we were all absolutely ecstatic. Brad and Greg both came to all of the doctor’s appointments, which were just monthly in the first trimester. After we left our first appointment of the second trimester, I invited a few friends over for dinner.

“Come on in, Marisa! Julie and Abby just got here a few minutes ago.”

“Thank you, Trish! Oh, Nia is so cute with her high chair and her bib!”

“Hey, Marisa! Can I ladle you a bowl of soup?” Christopher called from the kitchen.

“Hi Chris! Sure, what are we having?”

“Butternut squash!” Julie interjected, in-between feeding Nia spoonfuls of soup.

We sat down for dinner and spent the first half hour or so catching up on our lives. Abby was now a senior in high school, Julie was working at an auto shop, and Marisa was just promoted to shift supervisor at H-E-B.

When there was a lull in the conversation, I took a deep breath. “So, we have some exciting news we wanted to share.”

“Are y’all having a baby?” Abby guessed, eyes widening.

“Sort of,” Christopher responded with a chuckle.

“Adopting! Nia’s going to be a big sister!” Abby yelped.

“Just let me finish! I agreed to be a surrogate mom for a couple from church. I’m through the first trimester, so I wanted to share the news!”

They squealed with excitement, which startled Nia and made her start to cry.

“I’ll take her,” Christopher volunteered. He lifted Nia out of her high chair and brought her to her nursery room to settle down.

“So who are the parents?” Marisa asked.

“Greg and Brad Pope.”

“Are they paying you?” Julie asked.

“Two grand a month.”

“Damn, I should be a surrogate,” she muttered.

“Julie, you would hate being pregnant, especially if you didn’t get to keep the baby afterward,” Abby replied. “You can tell Trish actually loves it. She just has this warm, motherly glow about her.”

I blushed. “Excuse me, I have a what?”

“That’s why I thought you and Chris were having a baby. You have the same air about you that you did when you were pregnant with Nia. I don’t know how to describe it, but you have this warmth and confidence about you.”

“Huh. I, uh… thanks.”

Julie looked at her sister. “You’re more perceptive than I give you credit for, Abby. I kinda see what you mean.”

Marisa shrugged. “I think you look the same as always. How’s it been going so far?”

“I was just as nauseated in the first trimester as I was with Nia, but that’s finally starting to subside a bit. I have a bit of a bump, but not much yet.” I stood up and lifted up my shirt to show them.

“Aw, I think it’s cute,” Abby responded. “Do you know if it’s a boy or girl?”

“We should find out the sex in November.”

“Let us know what happens!”

“I will. Keeping Nia a secret was exhausting. I’m looking forward to sharing everything.”

~~~

When Halloween rolled around, I felt like my bump was finally leaving the ambiguous chubby/pregnant phase, especially in tighter-fitting outfits. Christopher and I decided the three of us would dress up as animals. Christopher picked out a surprisingly elegant masquerade fox mask for me, a very huggable bear costume for himself, and the most adorable giraffe costume I had ever seen for Nia.

I tried to put on some vulpine-looking makeup to supplement the mask (thank you, FreshBlush, for the tutorial!). I put on black eyeliner with orange eyeshadow, colored the bottom of my nose black, put black lipstick on my upper lip, and put a few dots on my cheeks to represent whiskers. I didn’t have a full costume, but I put on an orange t-shirt and black leggings to try and complete the look. We had such a fun time taking Nia around the neighborhood trick-or-treating. I don’t think she really understood the concept of taking the candy and putting it in her bucket, but she still seemed like she was having a fun time.

~~~

The following weekend, the three of us were walking to the playground together. Well, Christopher was walking, I was doing my best not to waddle, and Nia was in a baby sling on Christopher’s chest. Christopher and I were both feeling a mix of nervous and melancholy, since it was our last weekend together before he started a year-long deployment.

“You really don’t know where you’re going to be?”

“All I know is that I’m leaving for Istanbul and that I’ll get my next plane ticket from there. I’d tell you once I arrived, but the signal corps monitors calls and outgoing messages.”

“Stay safe.”

“I will.”

“I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I know. I’m going to miss you too.”

There was a pause, and then a mischievous idea entered my mind. “So if I sent you a video to help… lift your spirits, would that be monitored by the signal corps?”

“Patricia!” Christopher blushed and covered Nia’s ears with his hands for a moment. “I’ll be honest, I’m certainly attracted to the idea. And no, I don’t think it would.”

As the idea rolled around in my head, I had a rather lewd thought. “What if… I set up an OnlyFans page and you could watch me that way?”

Christopher raised his eyebrows. “Wouldn’t that mean other people could see any videos you posted?”

“I guess in theory, but there’s something kinda hot about the idea of giving someone pleasure like that just by them looking at me. Plus, I could charge them.”

Christopher grinned. “I’ve always known you were driven, but I feel like this exhibitionism is a new side of you I’m seeing.”

“Do you think I shouldn’t do it?”

“You know that I will support you, no matter how you choose to express yourself and celebrate your beauty.”

I leaned over and gave him a kiss. “Well that’s settled, then. I’ll send you a link to my profile once it’s set up.”

~~~

A week or so after our tearful farewell, I took a study break one evening to create a profile. I wasn’t sure I wanted my actual name associated with it, so I sat back for a moment try and think of a good username. I tried ‘Sexy Surrogate,’ but it was already taken, and it felt kinda cheesy anyway.My eyes drifted over to my fox mask, still sitting on my dresser. I started trying variations on ‘Foxy’ something-or-other, but none of them quite had the right ring to it. Then it popped into my head: FertileFox. I typed the name in, and was delighted to discover that it hadn’t yet been taken. Inspired by the username, I put the mask back on and took a selfie, using it as my profile photo. I saved my settings and was just about to go back to studying, when I took one more look at my profile. It’s so empty, I thought.

Closing my textbook for the night, I stripped down to just my bra and underwear and started to record myself using my phone. I closed my eyes, pictured Christopher, and reached my left hand down to my clitoris, where I started making slow circles with my fingertips. I undressed Christopher in my mind as the circles became faster and faster. My nipples tingled, and I bit my lip, wishing I had a hand free to stroke them. My breathing became heavier, and I moaned quietly. In my mind, I started kissing Christopher, thinking back to the first time we had sex. The intensity built within me as I kept stroking myself. I finally climaxed, letting out a much larger moan as my body quaked from the orgasm.

I ended the video, set my phone down, and headed to the bathroom to clean up for the night. Before I went to bed, I posted the recording, making a note to myself to slip the profile name into the email I’d send Christopher the next day.

~~~

A few days later, I noticed I had a subscriber, WareHouse97. I knew instantly that this was Christopher: it was a reference to our surname Waresa, combined with an inside joke about how I tell him he’s built like a brick house. I got a call the next day, and it was Christopher! We spoke for close to an hour. I told him about Nia, class, work, and my pregnancy. He wasn’t able to tell me much, but he said that he had arrived safely and was settling into his new routine well.

“By the way,” Christopher said, “you certainly lifted my spirits the other night.”

“I’m so glad,” I responded with a wink. I blushed, realizing that he couldn’t see my wink through the phone. “I was thinking of you the whole time.”

“I’m excited for the next pick-me-up you send my way.”

“I have a test on Friday, and I’m working open-to-close on Saturday, so I’ll definitely want to let off some steam afterwards.”

“Wonderful. Unfortunately, I have to go, but it was so nice to catch up with you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~~~

Thursday night, I was studying for my exam, when I got a notification that I had a new subscriber. Even though it was something I was aware could happen, my face suddenly felt warm thinking about the idea of a stranger watching me masturbate. Did I make the wrong choice? I suddenly wondered. I sat up a little straighter and answered my own question: No, let them come. I looked around my bedroom, realizing how messy it was. I spent the next 20 minutes tidying the room up, setting up a string of little colored paper lantern LEDs around the headboard, and digging out a little tripod that could hold my phone still on the desk while I recorded. There, I thought, that’s more like it.

~~~

My exam went well on Friday, but my 14-hour shift on Saturday was absolutely exhausting. I made a mental note to myself as I left that I shouldn’t agree to another shift that long, at least while pregnant.

I got home to an empty house, since Nia was staying with her great-grandparents overnight. I slipped my bra off under my shirt and collapsed on the bed before I remembered the promise I’d made to Christopher. I was about to change out of my uniform, pump milk, and record a similar video to the first, when I had another idea. I grabbed a few things from the kitchen and set them on the floor of the bedroom, between the foot of the bed and the desk.

I started recording, sat up straight at the foot of the bed facing the camera, and used the most refined voice I could muster, saying, “I hope you’re ready to meet royalty, because I am the Dairy Queen. You may have visited my kingdom before and enjoyed our dairy delicacies, but you have never seen the royal dessert made by the queen herself.” I pulled my uniform shirt off, leaving on my DQ visor. “The tiara stays on,” I declared as I adjusted the visor. I spent a minute or two massaging my nipples and breasts until droplets of milk started to form. I reached down to the floor, picked up a liquid measuring cup, and held it up to my left breast. I suddenly regretted setting my supplies on the ground, as picking things up off the floor was starting to become difficult, even without trying to maintain a regal, ladylike poise. With my right hand, I started to methodically press on the breast and release, as milk started to drip into the measuring cup. A few minutes later, I switched sides, massaging milk out of my right breast. As I went, I came up with some story about the Dairy Kingdom and its monarchy, using the same refined, royal-sounding voice. I still have no idea how I came up with that story on the fly.

After about 15 minutes, I filled the measuring cup to the ½ cup line. I picked up a mixing bowl, poured the milk in, and set down the measuring cup. I licked the residual droplets of milk off my nipples and winked at the camera. I added a splash of vanilla extract and a pinch of sugar to the bowl and whisked it all together (pinky aloft, of course). I poured the mixture into a Ziploc bag, sealed it, and placed the bag in a large bowl of crushed ice. I put the lid on the bowl of ice and began to slowly roll it around in circles. As I moved the bowl in circles with my left hand, I used my right hand to reach down my pants to my clitoris, matching the circular motion with my fingertips. I gasped when I first touched bare skin, surprised by how cold my fingertips were. They quickly warmed up as I got into a rhythm, almost forgetting that I was recording myself. I bit my lip as I approached climax, not wanting to be done too soon. I wasn’t able to hold back, though, and I orgasmed just a moment later. Pleasure pulsed throughout my body, and I closed my eyes to take it all in.

Once the sensation subsided and I caught my breath, I took the lid off the bowl and took out the bag of ice cream. I opened the bag, dipped my finger in it, and slowly licked my finger clean. “And that, my subjects, is what makes me the queen.”

~~~

“Patricia, that video was absolutely magnificent.”

“Oh man, I was so exhausted that I barely remember what I said.”

“I love how you’re able to be funny and hot and cute all at the same time. It’s a breath of fresh air, and every time I think about it I’m reminded all over again of why I married you.”

“You’re too sweet. How’s everything going over there?”

“It’s being… tough. I know I’m doing good work, but it is exhausting. I’ll be honest, I’d rather not think about it while I’m on the phone with you. What’s going on with you?”

“I got an ultrasound this morning, and the baby is a healthy boy! Apparently it’s the size of a bell pepper now. I’m starting to feel some movements, which is exciting! After our appointment, the Popes brought me by the nursery they’re getting ready, and it looks so cute. They’re going to be such great dads.”

“I can totally see that. They must be so excited to meet the baby!”

“They really are. They’re actually coming over to your grandparents’ place for Thanksgiving dinner. I’m going to miss you not being there!”

“I’m definitely wishing I could be sitting at that table. Make sure to have some of the sweet potato pie for me!”

“I promise. Next weekend, I’m going to need to start applying for Bachelor’s programs, since I’ll get my Associate’s Degree this spring. I’m really enjoying my statistics classes; I think I might apply to places with good math programs.”

“You are so brilliant, and I know you’ll succeed wherever you end up. How is Nia?”

“She is growing like a weed! She’s gotten so talkative, too.” I spent the next half hour gushing about our daughter, and Christopher just listened. When he eventually had to go, I wished him a happy Thanksgiving.

~~~

A couple weeks after Thanksgiving, I took Nia to a winter carnival. She had a fun time meeting Santa, cutting a paper snowflake, and decorating a gingerbread man. I wore a red sweater dress that I felt really cute in, and I told Christopher about the whole afternoon the next time we spoke. “But seriously, that dress was so soft and comfortable! It had a scoop neck and a cabled pattern, which made me feel so chic.”

“I’d have loved to see you in it, Patricia. Can you send me a photo?”

I scrolled through my phone, realizing that for all the pictures I’d taken of Nia, there wasn’t one of me. “I’ll do you one better. Hop onto your computer in about ten minutes and I’ll show you.”

Ten minutes later, I’d changed back into the dress and figured out how to start a livestream. I sat at the foot of the bed facing the camera, took a deep breath, and clicked the button to go live. A moment later, I saw that I had one live viewer, WareHouse97. I blew a kiss to the camera and waved, saying “With all my love to Eartha Kitt…” here goes! I started to sing, “Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me. Been an awful good girl, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.” I worked my way through all eight verses, doing my best to stay focused on the song even as I noticed a few other users join the livestream.

After I finished the song, I got a message in the chat from Christopher’s username: “Dress looks amazing, and I loved your singing! Need to sign off, but we should do this again sometime <3 ”

I was about to sign off when I got a message from a different user: “Hey gorgeous, I wanna give you something else to try on. Where can I send it to? ”

The question caught me off-guard. I certainly didn’t want to give out my home address, so I went to the post office website and quickly bought a PO box. “If you want to send me something, you can send it here,” I said as I pasted the mailing address in the chat. “Well, I need to be going, but it was so lovely to see you all. Good night!”

~~~

The next several weeks were a whirlwind of final exams, papers, and holiday gatherings. On top of all that, Nia was becoming a very opinionated toddler, and prenatal checkups were every other week. The baby was apparently the size of a pineapple, but I felt (and looked!) like I was carrying a watermelon around my midsection. Before I knew it, I was halfway into January! I woke up with a start one morning, realizing it had been weeks since I’d checked the PO box I had set up in December. I had other errands I needed to run, but I stopped by the post office first to see if anyone had sent anything in. To my shock and amazement, there were almost a dozen different packages! After I ran all my other errands, I brought the packages into my bedroom to make an unboxing video. I got everything situated and hit record.

“I want to thank all of you lovely people so much. I just checked my PO box and was astounded by how many of you had sent me gifts! I can’t wait to see what’s inside.” I opened the first package, which contained a teal push-up bra with a lacy butterfly pattern. “Ooh, this looks fancy,” I said, checking the tag, “and it’s actually my size! Could you guess that just by watching my videos?” I asked, blushing a little. I pulled off the sweater and nude bra I had been wearing so that I could try on my new gift, but I left my yoga pants on. “Wow, it’s really comfortable,” I said, clasping it in the back. “There’s a lot of padding; I feel like my boobs look enormous right now.” I turned from side to side, looking at myself in the mirror and showing off for the camera. “I love it, thank you so much!” I blew a kiss to the camera.

The next package had a vibrator wand in it. After waddling around the bedroom trying to find a free outlet, I finally plugged it in and unraveled the cord so I could get in frame to try it out. I draped myself across the bed, propping myself up on my left elbow and holding the wand in my right hand. I turned it on and was surprised by how intense it was. I brought it down to the gentlest setting and rested it on my thigh to get used to the sensation. “Oh!” I exclaimed when the vibrator first touched the fabric of my yoga pants. Nervous and excited, I waited a moment before slowly sliding it up toward my clitoris. I inhaled sharply when I found the right spot, caught off-guard by how quickly the stimulation built within me. I felt myself getting wet before I could even say anything. “Oh. Oh-oh wow. I’m-wow. That’s-” I breathed heavily, adjusting the positioning of the wand slightly. “This is so fast! I’m actually about to-” I gasped and let out a slow, shuddering breath. I adjusted the wand again, hoping to make my orgasm last as long as possible. I shut off the vibrator and lay down for a moment to catch my breath. The baby started moving around, kicking and elbowing me like crazy, which made me chuckle and wince at the same time. A minute or so later, I sat back up and turned toward the camera. “Wow, that was incredibly intense. I don’t know if you can see it on camera, but the baby is kicking a ton.” I traced my finger over my belly to help soothe him.

Once the kicking had subsided, I slipped out of my wet yoga pants and underwear, tossing them into the laundry, so I was just wearing the new bra. Fortuitously, the next package was a lacy black lingerie dress. I struggled to slip it on, wondering whether it was designed for pregnant bodies. Despite the tight fit, I did manage to pull it over my huge belly and my butt, but it only covered about an inch of my thighs. I posed for the camera, doing a slow turn to show it off.

The next package contained an intimidatingly large dildo with rainbow stripes, complete with a purple scrotum. My eyes widened, thankful that I was pre-lubricated from my orgasm. “This… is big. I’ll give it a shot, but I don’t know how much I can fit inside me.” When I sat down, I didn’t even need to slide the dress up in order to have full access to my vagina. I gently slid the red tip in, sliding to orange without much difficulty. I worked the dildo back and forth for a few minutes before the yellow stripe touched my labia, but it got easier as I went. My toes clenched when I was finally able to reach green, slowly working it back and forth in bigger and bigger strokes. My breathing became heavier and heavier until I was almost hyperventilating, edging ever closer to climax. Just as the edge of the blue stripe touched my labia, I couldn’t hold it off any longer. I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and moaned, feeling my muscles clenching repeatedly around the dildo. When I was able to catch my breath, I slowly withdrew the dildo and set it to the side.

“Ok, I know I’ve only gotten through half of these, but I am absolutely spent. I will set the others aside and open them next weekend. It’s been… lovely.” I said in a bit of a daze. I gave a weak wave to the camera before ending the video. I uploaded it and collapsed onto my bed.

~~~

The following weekend, I dropped Nia off at her grandparents so I could focus on studying. After a few hours of focused work, I noticed my mind drifting to the unopened packages in my closet and decided I had earned a break. I set up my camera, grabbed two unopened packages from the closet, and started recording.

“Hey there, handsomes. I want to thank you again for all the presents you sent me! I can’t stay for long, but I promised I would say hello this weekend and open up a couple more.” I started to open up the first package, which was relatively light. I unraveled a garment of red lingerie. It looked like it was a flowy shirt or mini dress, but it had a slit going up the front to show off the belly. I turned my back to the camera and slowly started undressing, sliding my sweatpants down to my ankles and pulling off my tank top, so I was just wearing my panties. I then slipped on the night shirt, which parted in the middle for my large belly. I turned around slowly to face the camera, caressing my belly slowly. “What do you think?” I did a little dance to show it off, then I chuckled and blushed, realizing how silly I looked.

Trying to push aside my embarrassment, I opened up the other package. It contained a rabbit-style vibrator, which was much more slender than either the wand or the dildo I’d tried out the previous week. “Ooh, thank you for the present. I’m excited to try it!” I pressed the power button, enjoying the fact that it was battery-powered and arrived already charged. I adjusted the intensity of the vibration to something manageable and touched the head of the toy to my vulva. “Oh, this is nice.” I wasn’t wet enough to slide it inside me, so I moved the tip around, getting used to the sensation and warming myself up. It wasn’t long before I felt myself starting to get heated. “Alright, let’s see what you can do.” I took off my panties and gently slid the shaft inside my vagina, working it back and forth so that it was fully lubricated. When I slid it in all the way, the side part touched my clitoris and my jaw DROPPED. The sensation was absolutely unreal, and I honestly forgot I was recording myself. I sat, slack-jawed, and slowly moved the vibrator back and forth. I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. “This is my new favorite. Oooh, this feels good.” I felt like I should be saying more to the camera, but I was too absorbed by the vibrator to say anything else coherent. I felt myself getting warmer, edging ever closer to orgasm. I bit down on my lip and squeezed tighter on the vibrator. “Oh! Yes! Yes! Mmmm. Yes!” I exclaimed as I finally climaxed. I withdrew the vibrator and shut it off. I grinned lazily at the camera as I caught my breath. “Well. That was a ride. Thank you all for watching. I look forward to coming back soon.”

~~~

I posted a few pictures over the next few weeks to keep my followers engaged (their numbers had been growing even faster than my belly!) but I wasn’t able to record another video until Valentine’s Day. My afternoon class was canceled and Nia was still out with her grandparents, so I had the place to myself for a little while. Wanting to seize the moment, I grabbed my remaining unopened packages out of the closet, set up my phone, and started recording. “Hello again to all you lovely valentines. I’ve missed spending time with you. I have four more gifts I’ve received from you that I’m going to open today.” As I was talking, I tore open the first package. It was a matching purple lace bra and panty set. “How gorgeous!” I slipped out of my sweats and pulled on the lingerie. I struck a few poses, showing off my 31-week belly, before opening the next package. It was an egg-shaped vibrator that, based on the description on the box, was meant for the clitoris instead of the vagina. I clicked it on and started rubbing it over my panties. “Ooh, this feels nice. It’s getting hard to reach down there, but I think I can still get the job done,” I said with a wink. As I felt myself getting warmer and wetter, I picked up the next package with my free hand. Not wanting to interrupt the sensation, I tore the plastic bag open with my teeth. Inside was a bullet vibrator and a remote control. “Oh man. I have ideas for this gift. I don’t think I’ll have time for it today, but believe me that you will be seeing this in a future video.” The last package was in a cardboard box, so I couldn’t exactly tear it open with my teeth. I slipped the vibrator inside my new panties and started grinding against a pillow to keep it at the right pressure and position. When I opened the box, it contained a clitoral suction. I wasn’t able to use both toys at the same time, so I set aside the vibrator in order to try out the suction toy. As soon as I moved it into position my cheeks turned bright pink. “Now this is something else. It’s like… um…” I trailed off, unable to find whatever words I was looking for as I got too aroused to concentrate, before finishing the sentence with “really… good.” I wasn’t even aware in the moment of how silly I sounded; I was so consumed by my approaching climax. “Oh, yes. Yes! Oh my god.” I sat, bathed in pleasure, as the orgasm washed over my body in waves.

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Over the next two months, I continued to post photos and videos whenever I could. Raising a toddler while working toward a degree was exhausting, but my OnlyFans income supplemented Christopher’s army pay enough that I didn’t need to pick up a part-time job, which was a relief. The day before my due date, I was completely overcome by a nesting instinct and felt compelled to spend the day cleaning the entire house while Nia played on the living room carpet. A couple of hours in, I realized that the abdominal cramps I had initially brushed off were, in fact, contractions. My first thought was to call Brad & Greg, but I held off, knowing that active labor was still hours away. Instead, I decided to start livestreaming, since I could leave the door open and keep an eye on Nia.

“Hello there, handsomes!” I said into the camera a few minutes later. “I am starting to go into labor, so I wanted you to get one last look at my pregnant belly.” I slipped off the loose t-shirt I had been wearing, but I left my bra and yoga pants on. I turned to the side to show off my belly, which had grown at least as big as it had been with Nia. Instead of taking out one of the sex toys, I just started talking to the camera, responding to comments and questions as they came through in the chat. When I had my next contraction, I paused mid-sentence to close my eyes focus on breathing. I was surprised when I opened my eyes to see that several viewers had sent tips. Interesting. About fifteen minutes later, when I was showing my hospital bag and talking about what all I had packed, another contraction came, and even more tips came through. “Huh, you guys really want me to stick around! I need to step away, but I’ll be back for more in about half an hour. See you then!”

I ended the stream and put Nia down for her nap. Before I started the stream again, I changed into the lacy black lingerie dress I’d been sent by one of my fans. “Hello again, lovelies. I hope you like my outfit! In case anyone just joined, I’m answering questions from the chat while I wait for labor to progress. Currently I’m in early labor, and my contractions are ten to twelve minutes apart. Once they get closer together, I’ll need to end the stream and go have a baby!” I was surprised by how many questions I got on the stream, and I had a genuinely nice time engaging with the chat. Every time another contraction hit, I would get a flurry of tips. After one of the contractions, I adjusted my position to try and alleviate the pressure. As I moved, I felt a wet gush between my legs. “Oh! My water just broke!” I tried to hide my embarrassment to the stream, but the reassuring messages that flowed in told me I hid nothing. My embarrassment started to be replaced by excitement as tips continued to flow in. I wrote out a text to Brad, Greg, and my ugogo telling them that I was in labor and ready to head to the hospital, but I hesitated before sending it. Every minute I stayed on stream I was making money. The next contraction was sooner and more painful than I was expecting. When I was able to un-clench my eyes, I realized that I’d hit send. Brad said he and Greg were on their way over to pick me up, and my ugogo said she would be here in ten minutes to watch Nia. I turned back to the stream, saying “Okay, everybody! It’s been wonderful, but I really need to go now. Wish me luck!”

Brad and Greg arrived first, but they waited until my ugogo arrived to watch Nia before the three of us drove to the hospital. The next hour or so was a flurry of hospital intake activity, but soon enough I was in a gown, pacing my hospital room. I was already eight centimeters dilated, with contractions coming every five or six minutes. As I paced, I remembered my previous labor, when my umkhulu had taught me a traditional Zulu prayer to try and take my mind off the pain. I started chanting it under my breath, and it actually felt like it eased the pain a little. I chatted with Brad for a little while, and Greg helped me through a problem set I’d packed in my hospital bag. It was hard to focus on statistics with contractions coming every three to four minutes, but Greg did a great job of encouraging me and making sure I understood the material.

“Ok, I’m feeling a strong urge to push. Can you get someone?”

Brad left and came back with the obstetrician, Dr. Field.

“Trish, you’re doing a great job,” she said, smiling. “Can I take a look at you?”

I laid back on the hospital bed and spread my legs for her.

After a moment of feeling around inside me, she said “Yup, you’re absolutely right; you are ready to start pushing. The next time a contraction hits, I want you to tuck your chin, curl your body forward, and push.”

The contraction came a minute later in a surge of pain down my back and abdomen. I did my best to push through it, letting out a deep yell as a did.

“Fantastic,” said Dr. Field, “the baby is starting to crown. Keep it up!”

As I continued to push with each contraction, I squeezed Brad’s hand with my right hand and Greg’s hand with my left. Rivulets of sweat dripped down my face, and I screamed with each contraction.

“One more, Trish, you’re almost there,” said Dr. Field. I pushed with everything I had left in me, and there was sudden relief from the intense pain. “And he’s out!” In one swift motion, Dr. Field lifted the baby, wiped off his face, and placed him on my chest. I began to cry from the relief. I looked over at the two new dads, and they were both sobbing for joy. I let out a sigh, proud of the gift I had given them.

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She rubs her clit and moans around 2:30, yum!

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