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mittysins · 11 months

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Newt at Home

Includes: Trans mpreg, graphic labor and orgasmic birth

I'm so glad I was able to get this finished! First Mayternity, in the bag. Of course I needed to use Newt for this. I'm so proud that I've actually managed to complete a seasonal art piece. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

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Okay, I'm not going to lie and say I'm not kind of freaked out. I'm standing in the kitchen wearing a loose shirt and a pair of sweatpants, quickly scribbling down the time in my notebook.

10:56 PM. I've been in labor for 10 hours, at least. I couldn't really tell at first, thinking the twinge in my lower abdomen was just Braxton Hicks. I ate my lunch and had a nap without a second thought.

Eventually I realized the pain wasn't going away, in fact it was introducing a new pressure in my hips that I was frankly not a fan of. Okay. So that’s how it is.

I started by emailing my professor. Just a vague mention of a family emergency, and that I was going to need an extension on an upcoming essay.

Continuing on, I sent a quick “baby’s on her way!” to the group chat where my friends were dicking around as they usually did. I laughed at their excited responses as I tapped my pen on the paper. Newest contraction started 43 seconds ago. I was doing just fine.

Then to get down to business. I blessed my past self for having half a mind to have everything ready a month beforehand. Everything I needed was in the bottom drawer of the baby’s dresser. A few old towels, a package of training pads, and settled neatly on top was a pair of sterile clamps and scissors within blue plastic packaging. I felt my heart skip a beat when I opened the drawer to set everything up. This was actually happening.

It was a waiting game from then on. Which is how I ended up here. My contractions are now 4 minutes apart and it's really starting to set in. My chest burns in a weird way, most likely a result of binding for years. I accepted the lung damage a long time ago, and it seems to be making itself well known as my breathing grows increasingly ragged. I can't quite keep my legs together anymore with that ever-present weight on my pelvis. It feels like something is about to give at any second. I assume it’s my water, honestly I figured it would have broken by now. I let out a long sigh as the contraction ends and set down the pen. I sway my hips as I flip through the notebook on the counter in front of me. Written on the first page is the date my pregnancy test was positive as well as a few phone numbers. I can still see a few splotches of faded numbers where my tears had mixed with the ink of my favorite pen. The next few pages were symptoms, weight, my medications including my testosterone gel. Everything medical. I was so scared all those months ago, it almost makes me anxious to look back on those pages. I prefer to look at the middle of the notebook, where I noted when I had gone a week without morning sickness, my first weird craving, the bizarre and vivid dreams I was having. My favorite was the page dedicated to name suggestions. All my friends took turns scribbling down names they liked, laughing and teasing each other as we crossed some out and circled others. It isn't too long before I flip to my current page and glance at my phone.

11:00 on the dot.

I bite my lip and continue my swaying with a firm grip on the counter. It hurts now. That's not to say it didn't hurt before, but now it's getting intense. Each clawing contraction feels like a band being tightened around my entire lower abdomen. It's enough to keep me tensed up with my head bowed for its entirety, until finally, finally, there's that give.

I let out a soft groan as my water breaks. It's not a huge gush like in the movies, more of like a gentle pop followed by a steady stream of fluid that lasts a few seconds. I take a moment to assess my situation. Pants need to come off, obviously, but after that? I couldn't quite decide. I weigh my options as I wattle back to my room and remove my sweatpants, tossing them into a laundry pile I'd designated to this whole ordeal. I could lay in bed with a pillow between my knees and just… wait. I quickly toss that option when I realize how little I've sat still since I even realized I was in labor. A shower sounds nice, the wetness between my legs is less than pleasant and the water on my back would be helpful. I could set up a spot on the couch, just throw down some waterproof pads and a towel or two and labor there, maybe get some last minute work done.

I tense up. Oh, now this is different. I subconsciously bend my knees a little as the contraction reaches its peak. The release of pressure when my water broke was heavenly, but the respite didn't last long. Instead the pressure returned, now bringing with it an intense fullness resting just at the base of my pelvis. I grimace as I feel more fluid trickle between my thighs. Shower it is.

I watch the clock switch to 11:04 as the contraction lets up.

It's a short walk across the hall to get to my bathroom. I realize how sensitive my nipples are when I peel off my shirt. I flush at the sound I make when the fabric drags, sending a jolt down my spine. I'm getting worked up and my heart rate quickens for a moment. I turn the faucet tab and slowly drag myself into the tub, letting the warm water run down my back and legs. For a few moments it feels like routine again. Just me and my baby. No college, no work, no bills, no angry parents. Just me, lowering myself to my knees in the shower, my baby burrowing dangerously low in my pelvis with the next contraction.

It's hard to keep track of time from then on. I'm sort of just zoning out a lot, concentrating closely with each new wave of pain and letting my mind wander in the steeply decreasing downtime. Eventually I’m talking aloud to her, telling her how loved she already is, that she can come on out when she’s ready, that I'm so excited to finally meet her. That I'm ready. My mindless blabbering stops when I feel a very sudden shift.

Before I realize it I'm openly groaning into the air with the gripping contraction. It all just got very real, and I can feel myself becoming frantic. The increase in pressure was maddening, and no amount of shifting and rolling my hips would relieve it. My last contraction was at most a minute ago. I don't have long at all. I decide to push, just the tiniest bit, at the end of the contraction. It's just a little shove, I don't even hold my breath. Just enough to try it out and get a feel for the sensation. If she’s coming, she's coming. If she’s not, what happens? I wait a little longer and try again?

Another timid nudge.

Yeah, she’s definitely coming.

As soon as the contraction lets up I turn off the shower and heave myself out to towel off. I almost want to jump out of my skin I'm so excited. A quick collection of my shirt, phone and towel and I’m waddling back into my room, haphazardly tossing them on my bed. I decide to wait until after the next contraction to climb up onto my bed and really get this show on the road. When I get a look at myself in the full length mirror near my dresser I have a chance to catch my breath. My taught belly has noticeably dropped, basically screaming to the world what was about to happen. I'm flushed and sweaty and my wet hair is still sticking to my forehead. I’m all out of sorts, but I couldn't care one bit what I look like right now. Baby couldn't care less either. That telltale tightening grips me again, and when it begs for me to push along with it, I deepen my stance into a half-squat and bare down.

It almost feels… good? It's a very odd sensation but it feels like such a release to finally get to work with the pressure instead of against it. Two firm pushes in front of the mirror and I decided my bed was there if I needed it. Instead, I swipe a training pad from the package and lay it down on the floor in front of the mirror before stepping onto it. And I wait. At this point I'm so eager to push it’s hard to focus on anything else. I slowly lower myself down to be half kneeling, one foot propped up to let my hips open. I suck in a deep breath, and just like that I'm stuck in a contraction and pushing so hard I see my face go red. Exhale, inhale, push like hell. So it goes.

It only takes a few good pushes to feel something hard and very noticeably large lodged in my birth canal. Between pushes one of my hands dips down and curiously prods at my lips. I don't know what I was expecting to feel, she’s definitely not there yet, but nevertheless I’m a lot more sensitive than usual. I feel perpetually slick now considering I've been leaking little by little for the last hour and a half. But that's not just it. The past twelve hours have been the most in-tune I've ever felt with my body, like we’re finally working towards the same goal of giving birth to my daughter safely and calmly. The excitement and the love mixed with the fullness of her head moving downward almost became ecstasy. One accidental brush to my sensitive clit and I'm shivering. The sudden rush of pleasure triggers a contraction and I weakly push through it. Once the contraction ends my fingers slip into my birth canal. I was disappointed for a moment when I didn't feel anything.

Until I did. About two and a half knuckles deep, there was the hard, slimy ball I had been working down for the past twelve hours.

Oh my fucking god, that’s my baby.

I was awestruck. Just allowing the pads of my middle and ring fingers to press against her head was enough to have me grinning like an idiot.

Returning my hand to its place on my knee, I bore down again with the upcoming contraction. This time a low groan escapes my throat and I find myself leaning forward just the slightest bit. Looking in the mirror, I become fixated on the bulge forming behind my lips. I'm leaking fluid considerably now, and I'm grunting out little pushes when I swear I see a dark sliver start to part my folds. I only saw it for a split second. My hand dips between my legs once more and I press a finger into my lips. Sure enough, just out of sight rests my baby’s head. The quick progress I made surprises me, and I let out a breathy laugh as I trace my fingers back up to my dick. The warm tingling in my belly when I rub a few experimental circles into the swollen nub quickly melts my grunts into soft moans. My breath quickens. I was expecting this to be horribly painful, yet here I am moaning with the next contraction. All I can focus on in the mirror is the sight of my lips parting for my baby’s head. I moan through the stretch of my perineum, letting my pleasure bring me higher as I watch my lips pull out into a teardrop shape.

My rubbing has found a steady pace, and my hips buck a bit. I'm close, I can tell, and I feel the head continue to push my lips open. That burn is starting to set in. Another firm push.

I almost yelp when the head stretches me to a full crown, but I find myself so awestruck by the sight that I fail to make any noise at all. My rubbing continues as there the head stays. The burn is searing. Until finally, the release of my orgasm carries me blissfully as the head surges forward with a gush.

I kneel there for a moment, legs shaking and eyes fluttering, as I process what just happened. The aftershocks distract me through the next contraction, giving me time to gather myself. I can see it in the mirror, my baby’s head hanging out of me as it's supported in my hands. A sob rips from my throat as my fingers wander, feeling her tiny ears and nose.

“Oooh-kaaaaay.” I breathe, shaking off the numb tingly feeling that accompanied my orgasm. My fingers fumble around the baby’s neck, quickly untangling the umbilical cord and pulling over her head.

After lifting myself up to standing, the short few steps that should have been my journey to my bed became a quest. I knew I had no chance of closing my legs at this point, so it's a slow shuffle making my way over with shaky legs and a hand between them to support my baby. Climbing up onto the mattress isn't much easier, but I eventually manage to sit up against my pillows, legs butterflied out. From there I wait.

“Come on, kiddo.” I encourage. “I’m ready, you can come out now.” I wiggle my hips and give a tiny push, trying to get her to turn.

Once she does, I'm all in. My hands find purchase behind my knees and I pull back, red in the face as I push as hard as I can for the shoulders. The way I'm sitting, I don’t even need the mirror to see. I watch as my swollen lips spread around the first shoulder, then the other with a small spurt of fluid, and then-

I barely have time to catch her as with the last push, the rest of the baby spills out with a gush.

“Oh my god-” I sputter out as I lift the infant to my chest. As soon as she touches my skin, she begins wailing. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. I check her over with wide, misty eyes.

“You are just absolutely perfect, aren't you?”

I giggle at her squirming attempt to get comfortable. So that’s what’s been keeping me up at night.

The ache sets in quickly, and I make quick (quick enough) work of delivering the afterbirth, cutting the cord and making sure we were both cleaned up and warm. Once I'm in a pair of sweatpants and back with her on my bed, I lay her back down on my bare chest, opting for a light blanket to wear cape-style and cover us both. I'm absolutely awestruck.

“Alright, we’ve given your aunts and uncles enough emotional prep time, don't you think?” I say decidedly to the already-sleeping infant as I unlock my phone, quickly finding the “video call” button in the group chat.

I'm grinning like an idiot as three of my friends join the call at lightspeed, the other two following quickly behind.

“Guys, someone wants to meet you!”

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adminbryantsaki · 1 year

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Inflation (pre pregnancy)

eaturing Naga! Luna! Hizashi Yamada x Werewolf! Alpha! Shouta Aizawa.

(I don’t own Hizashi Yamada/ Present Mic or Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, Move on Reader discretion is advised. This is Day one of nine of my first year of Mayternity. I hope you enjoy.)

If you all don’t know what a Luna is, here is what it is in a nutshell for those new to my blog or those that need a reminder: A Luna is an Alpha with both sets of genitals (A penis and a uterus) and this specific Dynamic can get pregnant and impregnate others at the same time. A Luna is also more submissive when in a relationship with an Alpha.

TW: Mpreg, egg pregnancy, water inflation, Cum inflation, ABO dynamics, Smut scene, Pregnancy kink, Egg inflation, hand job, blowjob, overall gay sex.

WC: 2,328

Hizashi was walking around his home, doing some daily chores when he felt something drop into his lower stomach. He cursed under his breath and went into the master bedroom where his nest was. He slid into it and laid there for a few minutes as he felt more of what he knew now was eggs dropping down into his uterus. He grabbed the plug-in electric heating pad and transformed into his Naga form, coiling around the heating device to try and soothe some of his pains he got when he was ovulating. He grabbed his phone and texted his mate to bring home some of his favorite caramel brownie ice cream since that is what he was craving. He then set his phone aside and curled up under the old, faded yellow sleeping bag that he stole from being thrown in the trash when Aizawa received a new one from him the previous Christmas and took a nap. He woke up when Shouta came through the door with a plastic bag in hand containing a pint of the requested ice cream and a spoon. He set them at the entrance of the nest and watched as they were quickly snatched up and pulled into the depths of the blanket tent that simulated a cave. He chuckled and peeked inside to see his mate coiled up around the heating pad and already devouring the sweet treat. He looked in his direction and slithered to the entrance of the cave.

“You feeling better now?” Shouta asked.

“I will be once you get in here to hold me.” Hizashi spoke and went back to eating his ice cream.

“I’m going to go shower and get changed. I don’t think you want my sweaty self in your nest after patrolling.” He spoke. Hizashi hissed from within and Shouta went to go shower, coming back a few minutes later wearing t-shirt and sweatpants. He knelt to the entrance of the cave and peek inside.

“Can I come in?” He asked. Hizashi nodded and let him come into his nest. Once inside, Shouta was wrapped up in his partner’s coils with his upper torso on his own.

“Someone missed me, huh?” He asked. Hizashi nodded and cuddled into his partner as a few more eggs dropped down into his womb, causing his stomach to swell out more and a whimper to escape from his lips. Shouta noticed this and put a hand gently on his mate’s swollen stomach and sighed.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked.

“Since this afternoon. It hurts and I don’t know if I can hold many more.”

“I’m not taking them again. Not since last time. Laying those suckers were a literal pain in my ass.” Shouta spoke in a tone that told the other that was serious and not amused.

“Fine. I’ll try to hold them. Hopefully I can get some days off from work. There’s no way I can move easily with the eggs in me.” He spoke.

“I don’t know if Nezu will let you have days off. It’s the final exams week.” He spoke.

“Well, I believe you can do it. Besides, We were talking about trying again for babies, right? Let’s try this time.” He spoke and kissed him gently.

“Alright. Let’s try for a baby, but after Finals week. That’s enough stress as it is.” He spoke and kissed him back.

“Sounds good.”

Throughout the next week of finals, Hizashi’s stomach only got bigger. He had to take more breaks when walking throughout the halls of the school and had more back pains too.

Soon he was called into the principal’s office where he sat down in the chair across from Nezu.

“Oh my, what I’ve heard has been true then. Mr. Yamada, It has been brought to my attention that you should be excused from being in the final exam this year. I understand that you and Mr. Aizawa have been trying for a baby this time and I understand about the process you do to have a child. What I am saying is that you should take the rest of the week off and go home to rest. Another teacher will take your place in the final exams this week.” Nezu told him.

“Thank you. I’ll enjoy the rest.” He spoke and stood up slowly, walking back to the office to gather up his things and head home. On the way home, he stopped by the local convenience store to pick up some soda and water to drink when he got home. He was tired of how tight and itchy his stomach had gotten over the past few days and he wanted to fix that by inflating himself with the liquids he bought. He was moody and irritable with the size his stomach had grown to. It looked like he had swallowed a cantaloupe whole. He had to break out his larger hero outfit he requested the first time he let his clutch develop in him since his normal one couldn’t zip up after the first day after he let them grow inside of him.

He kicked his boots off and laid out on the couch to let his back finally rest after a long day on his feet. He knew that Shouta wouldn’t be home until later that night so he turned the TV on and moved to changed into a t-shirt and into his naga form. When he was in his Naga form, his appetite and capacity was always increased. He slithered into the kitchen and grabbed the bag of two 2-liter sodas he bought along with the gallon of water and went over to the couch and coiled up on the couch, beginning his inflation session.

He was about halfway into the first 2-liter bottle before he stopped and rubbed his stomach as it was so stretched out by the good half-dozen eggs that had him bloated and uncomfortable.

He received a text from Shouta a couple hours after he had been sent home.

“Hey, you okay? Nezu told me what happened. Can I get you anything?” He texted.

“I want you to bring me some more water. I’m trying to inflate to get room for the eggs. They’re huge and making me uncomfortable. Food might be good too.” He texted back.

“Alright. I’ll bring some food and water later. Just take it easy, okay? I love you.” He responded.

A few hours later, Hizashi’s head turned when the front door opened and his partner walked through.

“Hizashi, I’m home!” He called out and slipped his boots off and walked into the living room where he found Hizashi laid out on the couch looking bloated and uncomfortable. The naga looked up to his partner and reached out to him. Shouta walked closer and held him close.

“What’s going on?”

“I want these eggs out. I can’t walk far, I’m always hungry, my skin is tight and itchy, and I want you to either fertilize them tonight or let me lay them. Nezu had me go home because someone commented on how I looked in the school and was concerned about my well-being. Was it you that said something?” Hizashi asked as Shouta handed him a bag with take-out food.

“I did say something. I didn’t know how to tell you to go home and rest. Especially since we’re going to try for a baby this time.” Shouta spoke as he sat on the couch with Hizashi and put a hand on his swollen stomach. The voice hero nodded and ate the food his mate brought him and downed the rest of the soda he had bought earlier and burped to relieve some of the pressure that had built up in his stomach, receiving stomach rub from Shouta after he had groaned out in relief.

“Feeling better?” He asked. Hizashi nodded and leaned into his mate.

“I want the rest of the water… then… I want you to fertilize the eggs. I’m tired of carrying them around. My back hurts and I want to be pregnant with them already. They have developed enough and I think they will be healthy.” He explained. Shouta smirked and kissed his cheek.

“Then get chugging, my dear. If you’re good, I’ll fill you more with my seed.” He spoke and took the cap off the gallon jug he had brought home from after work and set it on top Hizashi’s large and round bump that resembled a large watermelon by now. The naga glared at him, but took the jug and began to chug the liquid within. He moaned quietly when he felt his stomach swell out with the liquid absorbing into the food he had eaten earlier. He kept chugging until he finished off the chug and gasped for air once he was done and looked over to Shouta who was blushing hard at the size of his partner’s stomach.

He met his eyes and stood up, reaching to help him up and move into the bedroom where he laid him down and kissed him deeply. Shouta stripped his clothes off and found the slit below his mate’s stomach that would give him entrance to Hizashi’s womb and his eggs he had been doing so well to hold for so long. Hizashi let out a moan when his sensitive slit was teased at and he willingly let it open for his partner. Once, Shouta was given access to his entrance, he slid his hard and throbbing member into him, filling the aching hole of his mate and the pair let out groans of relief simultaneously. Shouta looked down at his mate as he slid fully, up and around his knot, into him. Hizashi moaned out and looked up at Shouta.

“Please, get it over with sooner rather than later.” He begged of him. Shouta smirked and began to thrust.

“Anything to make you happy.” He spoke as he settled into a fast and easy pace, thrusting into his mate.

“I wonder how big you’ll get once you make it to term, I bet you won’t be able to move easily.” Shouta teased as he soon got stuck in him with his knot.

“Mmm, so full. Please give me your knot, Alpha.” Hizashi begged. Shouta kissed him gently and thrusted into him hard and released his knot into his mate. Hizashi arched his back and moaned out when he was filled with his mate’s cum and his womb swelled out a bit. Shouta thrusted a little longer and his hand found his mate’s cocks, he began to pump them too, making sure his mate was as pleasured and blissed out as he was.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me.” He cooed and stroked him, his precum leaking out of both of the heads. Shouta pulled slowly out of his mate and went down on him, licking up the cum and taking both of the heads into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue over the heads and shafts of his partner’s members. Hizashi let out a string of moans and noises of pleasure as Shouta sucked him off. He fought off the urge to buck his hips up into his mate’s mouth for as long as he could until he couldn’t resist any longer and bucked his hips up and came into Shouta’s mouth. Shouta growled lowly and held Hizashi’s hips down as he finished sucking him off and pulled off his cocks. He found a nearby towel from their nightstand and cleaned them both off.

“You did so good for me, Hizashi. Do you want to stay here or go take a bath?” He asked quietly.

“ Want to stay here. I don’t want to move.” He responded as his slit closed back up tightly so none of Shouta’s cum would leak out. Shouta nodded and crawled up the bed to lay next to his partner and rub soothing circles on his stomach. They both passed out soon after.

About two weeks later.

Hizashi was pacing back and forth within the bathroom. He was waiting for a result from a pregnancy test and he couldn’t be any more nervous. All the bloating and swelling from his ovulation cycle had gone down for the most part, he still had a little bit of a stomach from being stretched out but he was at least happy to fit back into his normal hero costume. Shouta was waiting on the other side of the bathroom, waiting for the results of the pregnancy test along with Hizashi. There was an audible beep from the bathroom and shuffling. There was silence for a little too long so Shouta knocked before entering.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. Everything is perfect… we’re going to be parents.” Hizashi spoke. and showed Shouta the pregnancy test which showed positive. Shouta teared up and hugged Hizashi.

“I’m so happy. I’m glad it worked this time.” He spoke and kissed Hizashi all over his face. “I’m happy too.” He spoke.

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