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cyankeiya · 3 months

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Birth on the couch

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Tags: transmasc birth, waterbreaking, labor, unassisted birth, T4T couple

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The weather outside was terrible. A heavy rainstorm made it almost impossible to drive anywhere. She doesn’t complain, in fact she fucking loves it when she gets to spend a whole day at home with her heavily pregnant boyfriend.

The 22 year-couple was cuddling quietly with a blanket over them on their living room couch. He could feel contractions coming on when he was cuddling quietly with his girlfriend. He’d been overdue for a couple days now, and had been having contractions for that time. Right now, those contractions were coming in closer to each other now, around maybe 10 minutes apart. He wanted to tell her, but the way she had her arms around him warmly in the calm silence of the room while it was raining hard outside, he didn’t want to have to interrupt this moment of peaceful intimacy.

The laboring man groaned under his breath in response to the cramping pains. The woman opened her eyes and looked at her boyfriend.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah…just a cramp.” He said. He kept his breathing soft and slow through the contractions passing over him and shifted his hips to ease some of the pressure accumulating. While he was focusing on his breathing, he could still sort of hear the thunder rumbling outside in the distance. He looked back at his girlfriend, whose arms were still around him, eyes closed and resting her head against his own. In his mind, he was hoping these were false contractions that would pass shortly.

His thoughts were proven wrong, and suddenly interrupted by a strong contraction. He felt pressure intensify in his pelvis, followed by a gush of fluid soaking his pants. Shit, his water was breaking.The intense pain caused him to let out a louder groan which alerted his partner. She opened her eyes and lifted her head to turn to him, whose eyes were shut from the pain.

“Babe? Are you sure you’re alright?” She asked, concerned.

He groaned out, leaning his head further into his girlfriend’s shoulder. He pulled the blanket off of himself to reveal his big belly, as well as the the soaked stain which formed on the couch cushion underneath his pants.

Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, you’re in labor?” She gasped.

“I’m sorry…I thought it was just contractions, then…” He shook his head. He felt another contraction, the pressure becoming very immense in his pelvis, and he shut his eyes and grabbed his belly in response. “Oh god, it’s coming…!”

“Hey, hey,” She cupped her partner’s cheek. “I’m here. Tell me what you need.”

“I need you.” He whispered through a huff of pain. He gripped at her forearm desperately. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m here, baby. I got you.” She assured him, hugging her laboring boyfriend closer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

They pressed their foreheads to each other’s and breathed together. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s shoulders. He leaned his back against the couch pillows, pulling her with him and letting her lean over his body. He quickly stripped himself of his soaked pants and returned to sinking himself into his partner’s embrace. Soft whimpers escaped his lips as he could feel another contraction coming on. She kept a hand at the side of his belly under his shirt, gently rubbing massaging circles against the taut skin of his bump.

“You're doing incredible, baby.” She sighed, looking lovingly into her boyfriend's eyes.

“It fucking hurts.” He huffed through his gritted teeth.

“I know, I know.” She gently kissed his sweating forehead. “You have me here with you.”

“I love you,” He breathed.

“I love you too.”

They pressed their lips together into a soft kiss. Then a few more kisses before they pulled away slowly to catch their breaths.

“Do you need me to call the midwife?” She asked. Hearing the thunder and heavy rain outside, He shook his head in response.

“I don’t think I can wait for her. Especially with the storm outside it’s not worth the trouble of making her drive here.” He said. From where he was laying, he observed out the glass window it was dark out and pouring hard outside with some lightning flashing. He put a hand on his hardened belly and looked back at his partner. “I’m sorry…I gotta push now.” He shut his eyes briefly and grunted at another contraction. “If it’s not too much for you to do, help me push this baby out. Please.”

She rubbed her partner’s aching belly gently. The couple had been seeing the midwife since they found out they were expecting. They’d been discussing birth options for him, one of them being a home birth either with or without the midwife’s assistance. She couldn’t deny she was nervous at the idea of having her boyfriend give birth at home without a midwife. But she loved him, and she had done enough research during the pregnancy journey to have a good idea of what to do once he got to this stage in labor. Seeing her partner in pain like this, urgent to give birth, she didn’t want to turn down what he was asking of her. He needed her, here and now.

“It’s not too much for me, honey.” She assured him. She grinned and nuzzled her face into his neck. “We’re gonna have a baby.” She whispered and let out a small laugh of excitement.

“We are.” He smiled back. “Thank you. I love you so much.”

“I love you.” She nodded and kissed his sweaty forehead. “So, so much.”

“You think you can get a towel?” He asked. He didn't want to stain the couch more than he already did when his water broke.

“Yeah, and I’ll get some other stuff too. I’ll be quick,” She said and rushed to the laundry room to grab a towel. She grabbed an additional washcloth and a basin which she filled with water. She then went to the windows to close the blinds and curtains completely to help her boyfriend feel safe and less stressed with the crazy storm outside. She quickly returned back to her partner and placed the towel over the cushions where he was resting, then propped up the pillows on the couch so he could rest more comfortably. She returned to holding her laboring partner close as he endured more intense contractions as he was anticipating delivery very soon.

She dipped the washcloth in the water and pressed it to his forehead to cool him.

“Thank you, baby.” He said.

“You need water?” She asked.

“Sure, yeah.”

She grabbed the bottle of water on the coffee table and opened it. She lifted the bottle to his lips, and he took a sip. She lay back down with her partner, smoothing her hand gently over his large, uncomfortable belly, feeling their baby’s movements in his palm. She smiled and leaned over to kiss his bump. “Hi there. Mommy’s here. We can’t wait to meet you.” She whispered to their soon-to-be born baby.

He smiled. He ran his fingers through his girlfriend’s hair as she rested her head on his stomach. He could feel another strong contraction coming on, and he gestured to her to lift his head up and lay right beside him to hold him tighter. She pressed her forehead to his, placing her hand at the side of his head.

He whimpered another cramping pain, desperate and clinging tightly to his partner. His breathing became shallow and quick as the pain of the contraction was still passing over him.

“Breathe,” She spoke softly. She brushed his locks with her fingers. He kept his focus on her eyes gazing softly at him, and he blew out slow breaths accordingly, trying to relax himself.

“Breathe easy. You’re doing so good.” She continued.

“How much longer until I can push?”

She checked his opening, and saw he wasn’t quite ready yet. “You’re almost there, baby, you’re at 8cm.”

He threw his head back into the pillow in agony.

“I know, I know.” She said, rubbing her labored partner’s belly with her palm again. “You’re so close.”

“I know…” His eyes grew tired. “I just want my baby.”

She nodded. “I want to meet ‘em too.”

Once her boyfriend was fully dilated at 10cm, she had him spread his legs on the couch and pull them up to his sides. Finally, he thought. She crouched in front of him on the couch.

“You ready?” She asked.

“Yeah, I need this baby out of me,” He breathed. He smoothed his hand over his belly, then he looked back up at her. “But…are you ready?”

Her heart was pumping fast. She wanted to do this right, to make sure he and the baby would be okay. “I just don’t want to screw this up.”

“You won’t.” He assured him. “I trust you.”

She nodded and held out his hand for him to grab onto. “Okay, when you have another contraction, start pushing.” She instructed.

He groaned out as he pushed. It was a slow, hard first push. He gripped at the sheets with the hand that wasn’t holding her’s, and let out a gasping cry as he released from the force he exerted. “That was good, honey. Keep going.” She said. His contractions were very close to each other now. He couldn’t hold back from pushing almost nonstop through the tightening cramps. She wiped her struggling partner’s forehead with the soaked washcloth.

“Can you see anything yet?” He panted.

“I see a head, and some hair.”

“Okay, okay.” He breathed. He had another contraction, which signaled him to push again. He breathed his baby towards his birth canal, he could feel his thighs strain as he pushed through the intense pressure accumulating. She encouraged him as she held one hand out under where the baby’s entire head was leaving his body. Meanwhile, her other hand held her boyfriend’s hand in a tight grip.

He started sobbing softly as he came down from the last hard push. He was so tired, sore, and drenched in sweat. He looked down and saw that there wasn’t a whole lot of progress made after minutes since he’d managed to push the head out, which made him more upset and succumb more to the agonizing pain. “I can’t do this, I can’t…” He shook his head. God, he sounded so desperate it was pitiful, he couldn’t help but wince at himself.

She sighed with worry. She cupped her laboring boyfriend’s cheek and wiped his tears with her thumb. “Do you need to change positions?”

“I don’t know…I’m so tired…” He panted.

“You can rest for a bit. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.” She rubbed his arm. “You’re in control here.”

He didn’t speak, he spent a brief moment catching his breath and contemplating what he'd like to do next for this part of the delivery. “I can…get up and squat.” He said.

“I’ll help you up then.” She pulled his hand, guiding his body upwards to a squatting position. He slumped his body against her chest due to the baby weighing his pelvis down in this new upright position.

“Ohhh that hurt…” He whimpered, holding his hand under his gravid belly. “God, this baby’s heavy.”

“Hold onto me.” She continued and gestured for him to wrap his arms around her. She held his hands at his heaving belly for support. “Push when you have another contraction. Breathe through it.”

He breathed and pushed through each contraction. He angled his hips when he needed to make sure the baby would slide out more smoothly. He continued to groan loudly through each exertion of force. She watched him intently and held him close to her body. She did what she could to relax and comfort him by kissing him and whispering to him sweet words of praise and encouragement. With struggle, he finally managed to push the baby’s shoulders out.

“Oh god, hooooohhhhhh fuck…” He blew out a few huffs of breath in a state of overwhelm. He buried his head into his girlfriend’s chest and hugged her tighter, trying to stabilize himself on his squatted, trembling legs.

“Easy, easy.” She said, rubbing his back. “You pushed the shoulders. That was so good, you’re doing so good.” She encouraged him. “You’re so, so amazing.”

He laughed through a heavy, tired breath. “How are you so good at this?” he asked.

“I try. Anything for you.” She chuckled.

He looked down underneath himself to see his progress. The baby was out almost halfway. The man was so exhausted and sweaty, god, he felt so gross. In these next few moments of hard pushing, he let himself cry louder, even as much as to bite at the fabric of his girlfriend's shirt.

“Push, you’re almost there.” She said. She had an arm around her partner tight, while another held his hand out underneath him where the baby had exited halfway.

“Get it out…FUCK!!” He exclaimed.

“I got you,” She assured him. “I love you so much, baby. Keep going, you can do this.”

With that, he pressed his hands to his thighs, yelling out as he gave a hard push into her hand, which was gently holding the baby’s head. The baby was almost free from his body.

“That’s it…keep pushing…you’re almost there…” She exclaimed. “PUSH!!”

He cried out for her and gripped at the back of her shirt through this last, final hard push until he felt the baby completely freed from his body followed by a gush of fluid. His shut eyes opened to see the squirming, wailing newborn held in her hands.

“You did it, honey,” She gasped. “Our baby's here.”

Their baby was born perfectly healthy. The sight made her father sob uncontrollably.

“There you are,” He sighed. His girlfriend placed the baby into his arms to hold close to his chest. “Thank you…” He laughed through tears of joy, relief, and gratitude for his partner. He looked back up at her, and saw tears welling up in her eyes.

With her arm, she brought her boyfriend very close to her, with their new baby held between their chests. The woman pressed a soft kiss to her man’s forehead. “Thank you,” She smiled back.

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hush-writes-preg · 3 months

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The train is packed, and your large, pregnant belly is trapped amongst countless other bodies in the crowd when you first feel the hand.

It's subtle at first, just barely brushing against your backside as if to test your reaction. You know you should feel outraged that someone would dare touch a stranger on the train, let alone a pregnant one, but their fingers are gentle, and you're honestly starved for contact. So you don't say anything. You keep your gaze fixed firmly ahead, silently waiting to see what they will do next.

The stranger wastes no time in growing bolder, the hand sliding over the curve of your ass and rubbing it almost appreciatively. They shift from one cheek to the other, cautiously testing the shape of it before giving your bottom a careful squeeze.

It's enough to steal the breath from your lungs. Who are they? You know you should be protesting, should be drawing away, should be calling them out for the impropriety, but it feels so good. As shameful as it is to admit it, you don't want them to stop.

So you keep standing there, your arms wrapped protectively around your swollen abdomen, and continue letting them fondle you.

It takes everything you've got not to cry out when that hand dips between your legs, cupping you where you so desperately want to be touched. No one's touched you like this since the night you got knocked up, and your body craves pleasure like your lungs crave air. You can feel the flush creeping up your neck and face when their fingers start to move, following the line of your growing arousal before beginning to stroke you right through your trousers.

You lose track of the crowd, of the stops, of the lurching motions of the train. All you can think about is the way those fingers are pleasuring you right here in the open while you have no idea who they belong to.

You want to lean back into them and breathlessly beg them to keep going. You want to unbuckle your trousers and let them slide their hands beneath the fabric to touch you directly. You want to invite them back to your place to finish the job, to bend you over your bed and pound your greedy hole until you can't see straight to make up for all these sexless months.

You want--

The train jerks to a stop at what can only be the main station. The hand between your legs tries to draw away as the crowd begins to disperse, but you instinctively squeeze your legs together to trap it in place. "My stop's next," you frantically whisper, hoping against hope that they can hear you over the din. "Follow me home? Please?"

There's no verbal response, but those glorious fingers begin moving again, and that's good enough for now.

You can't help but let out a soft whimper, spreading your thighs just a little bit farther apart. This definitely isn't the best decision you've ever made, but right now, you don't know if you can be bothered enough to care.

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