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I hold the head steady keeping it from coming too fast as it slowly stretched just an inch wider. I press my thumb in and massage your perineum between my fingers to help it loosen up a bit better. “Eeeeasy now. Little pushes little pushes”

It’ll never fit, I think to myself as I hold my hand firmly over her straining hole. “Don't push, just pant, dear. You need to stretch a whooole lot more for this one. Just let it come soooo slow for me, okay?”

Fuck it, I’m yours. Do with me as you please. I’m already panting just thinking about it.

Kiss me while I crown your baby? 👉👈

Just finally found where my asks are! Yes, I’d love to. I’d cradle you in my lap with my hand cupping the crowning head and gently petting your overtaxed folds and straining perineum. My other arm would be supporting your head and neck as I lift your pretty face closer to mine and press our lips together, sucking and nibbling on your fuller lip as my finger circles your stretched-out clit.

Girl, me too. Especially if the one kissing me isn’t letting my baby come out past a crown 🫦

Kiss me while I crown your baby? 👉👈

Just finally found where my asks are! Yes, I’d love to. I’d cradle you in my lap with my hand cupping the crowning head and gently petting your overtaxed folds and straining perineum. My other arm would be supporting your head and neck as I lift your pretty face closer to mine and press our lips together, sucking and nibbling on your fuller lip as my finger circles your stretched-out clit.

You know I like them dark 😏😈

Confession time...

Please re-blog this if it is okay to anonymously confess a fantasy to you.

Internal Cephalic Version has always been a favorite of mine as well as natural perineal tears.

I’ve recently become more interested in childbirth and delivery. From a total medfet fantasy perspective, of course - and for an absolutely delicious plot I’m working on now which I think will be a lovely crossover of medfet and birth fetish!

Anyway, one elaboration I always found ripe for fetishistic exploitation was episiotomy and the subsequent repair. But you answered a question about this some months back where you said:

“I'm all for horrendously painful internal procedures because of how rough the stretching is or how sensitive said areas are…”

And then explained why you thought the episiotomy was a step too far. Fair enough!

But then I’m curious… what “horrendously painful internal procedures” do you have in mind? Short of the actual painful delivery, contractions, ring of fire and all that, I’m not aware of much else.

Educate me? Please?

hoo boy there's quite a list. from prenatal to delivery, of varying degrees of invasiveness and pain:

amniocentesis: done for higher-risk pregnancy. involves inserting a long needle through the belly to extract amniotic fluid and check the baby's DNA. apart from the pain of the needle itself, the uterus can sometimes cramp up violently in response. I also hear that the needle piercing the skin and piercing the uterus are two separate jabs of pain, which adds some layers and uncertainty to the procedure.

membrane sweep: used in pre or early labor before waters have broken. stick two fingers all the way up mom's vagina and through her cervix and rotate fingers along the inside of the cervix. supposedly separating the amniotic sac from the cervix with the fingers can help labor progress. pretty universally reported as already very uncomfortable but if the cervix is high and the doctor needs to really reach in, this can be extremely painful for some unlucky moms. some squirm, some scream through it.

stretching the cervix: sometimes done alongside a membrane sweep. pretty straightforward, just the doctor using their fingers to pull the cervix open a bit. can boost mom by a cm or two. but not fun at all.

ECV: external cephalic version. not internal but one of my favorites. baby is still breech right before the due date? how about turning the baby by pushing on the belly? doctor's rough hands gripping and twisting mom's sore belly until the baby starts turning, grating against her ribs, stretching her uterus sideways before hopefully dropping down into a correct position. maybe it'll take several tries. maybe it won't work. but it's rough going for all involved either way.

Foley balloon: used on a cervix that won't dilate near the due date. a balloon is jammed up into the cervix where it'll stay until the cervix dilates. I say jammed because it's deliberately thick enough that it can be held in place by a tight cervix so needs some force to go in properly. it naturally falls out after dilation. certainly not fun to get inserted, especially while contracting.

amniotomy: now getting into things that can be done late in labor, in this case usually before or early labor but can be done right up until right before pushing. breaking the waters with a long hook theoretically shouldn't hurt. but putting fingers in the vagina is always gonna be uncomfortable, let alone with a tool. sometimes the hook snags a bit of very sensitive skin. and sometimes the cervix is too high and not dilated, and the doctor really has to wiggle that hook to get through. or maybe she's already fully dilated, and the last thing she wants is fingers and a hook prodding where the pain and pressure is already unbearable.

cervical lip: sometimes a last bit of cervix stays around the baby's head and can't fully dilate because the baby is already pressing down. mom can change positions to try and wiggle it around, or maybe her cervix needs some physical encouragement. put her in stirrups and wait for a contraction. then press on the pinched, stuck cervix while asking her to push until it budges. might take a few tries, and mom's gonna have a hard time pushing effectively if it hurts too much. which it very much may.

fundal pressure: also not internal but quite intense either way. just putting an arm on mom's hard, contracting belly during delivery and pressing down hard to help her push.

assisted delivery: a vacuum or forceps that attach to a baby's head to help it crown. usually done under anesthetic but not always the case for some unlucky mothers. getting that suction cup or forceps into the already stretched, sore vagina is the first step. then you have to pull hard to get the baby out. not pleasant.

INTERNAL cephalic version: baby turned breech at the last minute? or one twin is breech after the first one is out? fully dilated and no time to change positions or rotate externally? reach the whole hand all the way up mom's vagina, and turn the baby that way. it as painful as it sounds.

that's about all that comes to mind right now. sometimes I write some of these, other times I bear in mind that a good old dilation check is often enough to make a girl scream. and there are plenty of them to milk through a labor and delivery.

My favorite show

Keep That Crown: Easter Special

A HUGE shoutout to @shhhsecretsideblog and @exponenshul for writing the original story here, And thank you shhhsecretsideblog for allowing others to continue this amazing idea, and for offering me feedback on this story!

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"Goooooood evening guys and girls. It's Saturday night, we're live, and welcome to another episode of…" "Keep That Crown!" The audience cheered, applauding wildly.

The TV presenter, Danny, continues, a wide smile on his face. "For those of you who are new to our little corner of television, this is a game show where we take five mothers-to-be and put them to the test in a number of household challenges. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, the catch is that each mum-to-be is in active labour, and fully dilated! Whoever can complete all five challenges without giving birth has a chance to win our grand prize, with the last one standing winning a jackpot of £100,000.00!"

The audience cheered, clapping and whistling in excitement.

"And now, let's meet tonight's contestants!"

Danny moved over to a set of podiums, five of them, each one with a name on it and a heavily pregnant woman behind it. Stopping at the first podium, Danny leaned on it to speak to the woman.

"Lucky contestant number one is Scarlett! She is 40 weeks pregnant with her first, a boy, if I understand correctly?"

Scarlett nodded, "That's right Danny, And, oooffff…" She broke off, breathing through a contraction, but perked back up after a quick breather, puffing a strand of her blonde hair out of her face. "I'm having a boy, and he wants out."

"How are you holding up?" Danny asked, rapid fire.

"So far so good," Scarlett said with a smile, "Water hasn't broken yet, so there's that!"

"Good starting position then," Danny said smiling as he moved onto the second podium, "And our second contestant tonight is the lovely Natalie, Natalie who is 39 and a half weeks along with her own boy. Natalie, how are you holding up so far?"

"I'm doing just fine love," Natalie said, smiling, rubbing her belly, "But things are definitely moving along!"

"And I should be too, but good luck out there today!" Danny strolled onto the next podium, where the mother-to-be was leaning over the hard surface, bracing herself through a rough looking contraction. "And next at 41 weeks with a girl, we have Maria! That one is looking a little tough there Maria, how are you hoping to do tonight?"

Panting a bit, Maria straightened up and said through a somewhat forced looking smile, "Well, that jackpot looks pretty good Danny, but I'm… I'm just hoping to make it past the first round at this point, OOHhh…"

Danny winced sympathetically, "Alright then, we should try to get things going quickly then eh? Good luck out there!" Moving on, Danny came to the next woman, who by comparison, seemed like she was in total control, breathing deeply and holding herself completely upright with her legs together. "And next we have Jaime! Jaime is 40 weeks with her second! Now Jaime, you said that you and your husband don't know the gender yet?"

Jaime shook her head, "That's right. You guys get to find out with us!" The audiences cheered and 'awww'd at the news, and Danny smiled too.

"Well, that's a first for us, this should be exciting!" Danny moved on quickly to the last podium, a shorter ginger woman who was also panting heavily. "And lastly we have Jenna! Jenna, you said that you had a secret weapon tonight?"

Jenna nodded, her lips pursed as she breathed through a contraction. "That's…. that's right Danny."

"Now, I'm hoping it isn't anything like this one." On the screens, footage of an earlier episode played, an unlucky woman named Becky screamed as she worked to tug off a chastity belt. "As you know, in an earlier episode a third time mother tried using a chastity belt to keep everything inside, which is strictly against our rules here."

Jenna smiled, "Oh, it's nothing I'm wearing, it's the someone I made this with."

Danny tilted his head, "Oh? And that would be?"

Jenna waved at the audience, "My husband out there in the audience."

Danny turned to the audience and called out, "Mr. Jenna's husband, why don't you stand up… good LORD!" Jenna's husband stood up, a biblical GIANT of a man, standing well over 6 feet tall, maybe close to 7. Danny looked from him to the much, much shorter Jenna and back, and looked like he wanted to ask a follow up, but simply shook his head and moved on with the show. Women were waiting after all. "Well, that should definitely help if your baby takes after him. I hope everything goes well. Ok, now that we've met our mothers-to-be, let's meet our first challenge!"

The curtain on the other half of the stage rose, revealing a collection of fake trees with fruit hanging on them. "Our first event is the orchard of plenty! Each of you is given a basket, and you must go out into the orchard and fill the basket with at least 5 different fruits from the trees. You can pick any 5, but remember, the heavier fruits are on the bottom of the trees, the lighter ones are at the top, but you will need a ladder to reach them! And boy aren't our trees strange?" Danny lifted a hand and pointed at, of all things, a watermelon hanging from a low branch, the audience laughing at the absurdity of the sight. "Now, this is a timed event, so you have to work quickly to collect what you need. And remember, no matter how much you want to push, you just have to…"

"Keep that crown!" Chanted the live audience.

Raising a hand, Danny counted them off, "ON your marks, get set…. GO!"

Light hearted music pumped into the studio as all 5 mothers moved away from their podiums as quickly as their laboring forms would allow, with Danny keeping a running commentary of the action.

"As they get going viewers, we know that this particular event is more for our autumn episodes, but we've had some technical difficulties with some of our more 'spring themed’ set pieces, so we thought we'd wheel this fan-favourite. But right off the bat, we see Natalie and Jenna going for ladders, hoping to select lighter fruits. But from the looks of things, Jaime isn't hampered much by the height issue."

She couldn't quite reach the lightest fruits at the tops of the trees, but the darker skinned woman was able to reach some of the fruit in the middle of the trees. On the other side of the orchard, Maria set her basket on the ground and pressed both hands between her legs, panting hard. "Ohhhh, come on, staaaaayyy….."

"Uh-oh, Maria, are you going down already? Come on, you gotta…"

"KEEP THAT CROWN!" The audience roared enthusiastically, and their cheering grew even louder when Maria grabbed her basket and stood upright, moving forward on shaky legs to start picking fruit.

"Good job Maria!" Danny called, "Now deep in the middle, we have Scarlett trying to do it as quickly as she can!" Scarlett was simply going from tree to tree, grabbing the first thing she could reach to fill the requirements of the challenge. She'd picked a watermelon, a pumpkin, a squash, and was going for a large bunch of bananas. Her arm was shaking from the sheer weight of the produce she was carrying, gritting her teeth. Though from the effort of lifting the basket, or the effort of trying not to push was unknown. "I will say, ladies and gentlemen, that if Scarlett does pull off that particular strategy, it would be the first time I've seen it done successfully. And speaking of success!"

Jaime had already managed to get her variety of fruits back to the podium, leaning heavily against it as she panted through a contraction. Still in the orchard, Maria had managed to get a melon into her basket, but had immediately decided to change tack and head for a ladder, working with Natalie and Jenna, who at this point had almost gotten everything they needed, but while Natalie was able to get up and down the ladder with only a bit of difficulty despite the contractions, Jenna was struggling badly. The sheer size of her belly was getting in her way nearly constantly, and she was panting heavily from both the effort and the contractions that wracked her petite frame.

"And Scarlett finishes second, with, and can we get a weight on this… 21.7 kilos! That's a new record for this event!"

Scarlett raised both of her arms in celebration, but instantly regretted it, doubling over around her belly, "Ow ow ow ow ow….."

Danny held a hand out as if to support her, "Now Scarlett, don't give in just yet, you just finished the first event here." Turning his attention back to the orchard, the last three women were all coming back in at once, Maria with mostly lighter fruits and a single melon, Natalie with nothing larger than a grapefruit, but Jenna had rushed and fit a large pumpkin into her basket and was balancing it against her belly, and she was clearly not enjoying the extra pressure on her womb.

"And it's neck and neck for the last three, but… yes, Maria, followed by Natalie followed by Jenna!"

The audience cheered at the completion of the first challenge, which had yielded an unexpected bonus. "Ladies," Danny said beaming, "As none of you gave birth in the first round, we’re adding an additional £50,000 to the prize pot!" The Audience went wild with the news, and all five mums-to-be smiled wearily at each other at the good news. "But who will win it? We'll find out as we go on, but let's get a quick word from our sponsors!"

~•~

"Welcome back to Keep That Crown! We've had a lucky start so far, with all five mothers making it through the first round, adding an additional £50,000 to the grand prize! But as is usually the case, our second challenge of the night has never failed to get at least one crown! Up next, we have the Laundry room!"

The curtains rise to reveal 5 identical sets of washers and dryers, which Danny began to quickly explain, his overly white teeth gleaming in the light. "Each washer is filled with clean laundry, but these washers don't have a fresh setting, so all of the clothes are still wet and heavy. So each of our mums-to-be must get the laundry out, and make sure it isn't balled up before putting it in the dryer. But, as you can see, they are all top loading machines!" Danny flipped open one of the units to demonstrate, before continuing, "So you'll all need to get creative on how to unload the washer, and don't forget to…"

"KEEP THAT CROWN!"

"3-2-1, GO!"

As the cheerful music began, all five women waddled over to the washing machines. Right away, two of the women ran into a problem.

"And as we start, we can see Natalie and Jenna struggling to reach the contents of their washers. Jaime is having no problem once again!"

As he said, the tall woman was easily able to reach into the machine, but as a result, she was the first to encounter the real challenge. The heavy, tangled and balled up clothes. She heaved at the contents, trying to pull out as many of them in one go as she could, prioritizing speed over everything else, but quickly realized that was a mistake. Freezing in place, she gripped the edge of the washer drum, her legs beginning to shake slightly.

"And Scarlett has come up with an interesting way of doing this, climbing on top of the dryer to reach into the washer. We've seen this before, it's one of the most surefire ways to get this one done, but hopping down can be a bit of a hassle."

Hearing this, Jenna and Natalie both began to struggle up to the top of their dryers, Natalie managing it first by opening the dryer door and using the opening as a step, and was now sitting cross legged with a heel wedged between her thighs, panting heavily. Jenna abandoned the attempt after a short struggle and stood on her toes, pressing her side hard into the machine as she grabbed an armload of clothes. Maria was doing the same as what Jaime had started, but was taking items out by tugging until a single item came free and snapped each item flat before tossing it into the dryer.

"And Maria is pulling a huge lead on everyone else. Scarlett is detangling her clothes and setting them on the dryer next to her and so is… No, Natalie is tossing them in the open dryer as she goes! Smart move! Jenna is close behind them and… Jaime, how are you holding up love?"

Jaime had overdone it right off the bat, trying to rush and pull all of the clothes out at once. The sudden effort had sent a huge surge of pressure down her birth canal and now she stood rigid, unable to do anything other than concentrate on not pushing. "Come… on… Stay in babyyyyy….. Mustn't puuuuushh.."

"Jaime, you have to unload the washer to move on from this challenge."

Jaime nodded, her eyes beginning to fill with tears and shakily took one hand away from her clearly bulging leggings, but instantly groaned and fell into a deep squat, her groan turning into a grunt, "I can't… I have to puuush!"

"Keep that crown! Keep that crown! Keep that… awwwww." The audience's enthusiastic chant died off as, with a shuddering gasp, the head clearly popped free in Jaime's leggings.

"As I said, the second challenge gets someone every time." Danny stood aside as a team of medics rushed over to help Jaime remove her pants and get the baby out the rest of the way. As she was carried away on a stretcher, Danny continued his commentary for the last four contestants. "And it looks like Maria is almost done, Scarlett and Natalie close behind… Maria finished in first! Oh, look at this, Jenna is catching up!"

Jenna, having not climbed on top of her dryer, was now free of having to deal with getting down from it. It had taken her a while to get all of the items from her washer, but now she was unballing the last pair of jeans and tossing them in.

"And Jenna comes in a surprising second place! Oh! Are you alright?" Right as Jenna had finished, Natalie, trying to get down had been hit with a contraction at an inopportune moment, falling heavily.

"AHHH! Ow…." She cried, rubbing her hip. Fortunately, she had avoided landing on her belly, and the impact seemed more painful than serious. "I think… Ah… I think I'm alright."

"Ok, why don't you come lean on your podium for a minute. Scarlett, make sure you get down safely."

"I'mmm mmmmph! I'm working on it…. Ah…." Scarlett was inching forward, holding herself on top of the dryer with the palms of her hands, sliding her butt across the corner to try to place her feet on the ground, but clearly struggling with both stretching her belly and applying pressure on her tailbone. Her face red, she seemed to come to a decision, and let go with her hands, dropping the last foot to the floor, and began tossing her clothes in the dryer rapidly, panting heavily as she worked, finishing last, but still pregnant.

"Well, we'll get Natalie checked out during our commercial break. Ladies and gentlemen, one down, four babies to go! We'll be right back after this commercial!"

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When the stage had been reset for the next challenge, the lights came back on and Danny stepped forward, his ever-present smile plastered to his face. "And we're back for part three of tonight's episode of Keep That Crown! We're already one mum down, but four still remain. Maria, how are you doing?"

Maria nodded, sweat beading on her face from her labour, "Uh… hooo…. I'm hanging in there Danny!"

Danny swung the microphone towards himself again, "I gotta say, I was a little worried for you in the orchard, but you certainly made a comeback on the laundry challenge. Speaking of worries…" Danny moved on to Natalie, who was holding one hand under her belly and breathing deeply through her nose. "Natalie, you had us all worried for a minute there from your fall, how are you feeling?"

Natalie tilted her free hand, "Doesn't hurt compared to the contra-ah-ah-ah…" She broke off as a contraction made her wince and rub at her belly.

"Well, at least you didn't get seriously hurt in that fall."

Danny's attempts to talk to Scarlett fell flat, as she was biting her lip hard and breathing deeply through contractions, unable to speak. Coming to Jenna, he gestured at her belly. "And how is your secret weapon holding out?"

Jenna shook her head in almost mock-worry, "I don't know how it's gonna come out."

Danny smiled, "Well, don't worry, no one is pregnant forever. But the show moves on, and for our third part, we've arrived at our changing challenge!" Danny swept an arm aside to reveal the four remaining contestants, all standing on one side of a line, facing a pile of bags.

"Today's theme is a day on the beach, so when the buzzer sounds, all of you ladies will go in order of how you finished the last event, select one of the bags and return with it to your podium. Once you return, you will change into the swimsuit inside, and go to sit in the pool!"

Danny pointed at the other side of the stage where a shallow kiddie-pool had been set up.

"Once you have sat down, you may get up and return to put your original clothes back on. And don't worry, each bag has a towel. But!" Danny leaned in, "Each bag contains a different type of swimsuit. You may not open the bag until you get to your podium, you cannot change the bag once chosen, and you cannot intentionally ruin the swimsuit. Do you all understand?"

When all four nodded, Danny started the event with a final note. "And don't worry, you won't need to completely strip for this, just down to your underwear will suffice.” Then, with a countdown and the blare of the horn, the challenge began. As the music started, and all 4 ladies chose a bag from the pile, Danny began his commentary.

"And all four have selected their bags and are returning to their changing areas. Let's see what everyone has… And Maria has gotten a-"

His comments were drowned out by the audience cheering and whistling as she pulled out a small, red bikini. Maria flushed as red as the outfit, a combination of pain from her contractions and embarrassment at the ordeal to come reddening her face. As she began to peel her shirt off, Danny continued his running commentary, being drowned out again as Jenna unpacked an equally small bikini, hers a bright shade of blue. But it wasn't just a bikini. It was a stringkini, and the sides of it were untied, meaning that Jenna had to tie it onto herself.

"Can I at least… Mmph! Can I get some help with that at least?"

"Sorry Jenna, but you have to put it on yourself."

Making a face, Jenna began stripping down to put the pointlessly complex, barely there swimwear. But as she heard the others cry out in dismay, she realized that she had gotten off fairly easy. Natalie had gotten a simple, but fairly small single piece bathing suit, but she seemed to be struggling to stay upright, her tight leggings proving to be putting up quite a fight as she struggled to remove them. With a grunt and a hard shove down, they managed to get clear of her butt, but…

"Natalie, it looks like there's a head starting to come out there," Danny called, "I-"

"I KNOW!" Natalie howled, trying to cross her legs and shifting her weight back and forth, looking for all the world like someone desperate to use the restroom. Taken aback, Danny gave Natalie a bit of space and moved on to commiserate with Scarlett, who had pulled a complex cluster of fabric from her bag. It was some sort of designer swimsuit, that was somehow both a one piece, but had the side ties of a stringkini, all held together by a band of fabric that would go up over her belly and connected with a complicated looking buckle. It was less swimwear and more an outfit for a fancy pool party.

"You've got to be kidding me," Scarlett complained, struggling to simultaneously keep her legs together, untangle the complicated mess of a swimsuit and focusing on not pushing, "How am I supposed to put this on?"

"One leg at a time," Danny said, smiling. However, his attention was dragged quickly away as Natalie gave a soft cry, and a splashing sound was heard.

"Oh god, my water broke, my water broke, my waaAAAA!" Natalie sank to her knees, wadding up the swimsuit and pressing it as hard as she could to her crotch. "No no no no no, Don't… ARGH!"

"KEEP THAT CROWN, KEEP THAT CROWN, KEEP THAT CROWN, KEEP THAT CROWN!" The audience cheered.

Red faced and shaking, Natalie struggled to try to get back to her feet, but simply stayed where she was on the ground, her upper body convulsing with her increasingly futile efforts to stop herself from birthing the head.

"It looks like Natalie might soon be out of this race. But speaking of races, let's look in on Maria and Jenna!" Danny began running a play by play of the first two women, Maria who had already, and easily, managed to pull on the simple bikini and was less waddling, but more shuffling her way to the pool, clearly doing her best to keep her thighs close together. Jenna in the meantime was struggling to pull her legs close enough to pin the bottoms of her stringkini together so she could tie the strings. The top meanwhile was on, but tied sloppily and hastily.

Scarlett in the meantime had managed to untangle the swimsuit and was struggling to get into it, her main fight now with the strip of cloth that buckled the bottoms to the top, which seemed like it had not been made with pregnant women in mind. Eventually, she managed to get into it, hunched over slightly and she began moving to the pool to complete the challenge. Natalie on the other hand…

"KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN!"

Natalie was virtually paralyzed, unable to submit to her own body's instincts to push, but unable to do anything other than tremble on her knees. "Natalie, you have to change and get in the pool if you want to move on," Danny encouraged. With that last bit of encouragement, Natalie, shaking, slowly pulled the wadded swimsuit away from the massive bulge. It was all the incentive her body needed too. With a sharp cry, her hips bucked, and the head popped free with a second gush of fluid. The audience groaned as Natalie was quickly attended to by medics who swept her away to be treated.

"And that's another mum down folks!" Danny called out, returning to Jenna, who had sort of managed to get the strings tied and was just now making it to the pool, "But good job Jenna, you're halfway done with this challenge!" Turning to Maria, he congratulated her on finishing already. Maria could barely acknowledge the praise however, as she had started to bulge out slightly. Scarlett for her part had just gotten back to her podium and was struggling to remove the overly complicated clothing, and was clearly getting frustrated by it.

"AH, Careful Scarlett, you mustn't ruin the swimsuit…" "I'm… ARGH! Who designed this! It's impossible…." She began wiggling, desperately trying to get out of the suit without ruining it, but only getting more worked up. "Scarlett… the… buckle…. ARgh… It twists!" Maria called out from her podium, and mimed twisting the complex piece of metal. Her eyes red with tears of frustration, Scarlett mimicked the motion that Maria made, and the two halves of the swimsuit came neatly apart. Sobbing in relief, she began to deftly strip the idiotic clothing off. She managed to finish removing it just after Jenna had. Jenna was really showing signs of struggling now, her overly massive belly visibly rippling with contractions, and while she was clearly making pushing noises, had yet to visibly bulge from her efforts.

"Well there we are folks!" Danny said as the remaining 3 women managed to get their original clothes back on, "3 Mums left and two challenges to go! Who will get to our final round? Find out after this break!"

~•~

When the lights came back on, the three remaining pregnant women were huffing and puffing near large curtained off sections of the stage, Danny standing in between all of them.

"Aaaaand welcome back to Keep That Crown ladies and gentlemen, the only show where the winner does not have a crown in the end!" The audience laughed at his joke, though Maria, Jenna and Scarlett, if they even heard the joke, did not so much as crack a smile at it. "I'd like to share some news with the audience, Jaime has given birth and wanted to share the announcement to the crowd that she had a girl!" The Audience cheered and whistled at the news. Danny let them go on for a short time, but raised his hands to quiet them down. "Normally I'd have a quick chat with each of our remaining contestants about their own labours at this point, but things are moving a tad quickly, so we should be as well."

Danny swept his arm aside and all three curtains rose up to the ceiling, revealing a trio of mock-up living rooms, each cluttered and trashed.

"For our spring episode, we have a bit of spring cleaning! Each contestant must complete the following, move the furniture pieces back into their assigned spaces, the floor is marked where each furniture item should go, then the larger items must be picked up and put on the shelves, the garbage must be thrown away and the floor must be vacuumed to clean all of this highly visible orange sand. Any item in the living room may be used to help clean it. At the end, each mother may take a breather and have a seat on the couch, but!" Danny leaned in, smiling as he revealed the next bit of news. "They may not want to, as the winner of this event gets to take home the furniture set, so try not to push anyone out on the new couches ladies!"

Despite the intense struggle of their labours, each of the women seemed intrigued by the opportunity.

"Danny… whooo… The… the couch… is it waterproof?" Scarlett asked, a hand rubbing the underside of her belly.

Danny peered down and made a noise of understanding. "I see. Well, if your waters have broken, we should get this event going, and yes, the couches are fully waterproof and covered by a VERY generous warrantee. On your marks, get set, GO!"

The klaxon and the music sounded, and the three women moved into the fray. "And they're off, with Maria moving onto her hands and knees to start collecting things to put away, a good strategy. But while crawling can speed things along, it's far better than bending over or squatting. Jenna has taken off her shoes and is using her toes to pick things up, and look at her go!

Jenna was masterfully picking things up with her feet and passing the items up to her hands. She started with the garbage, picking it up and tossing it into the provided wastebasket. Her furious pace slowed quickly as bending sideways to reach the items around her large belly soon tired her, and she leaned against a shelf, breathing heavily, grunting as she tried not to push with the next contraction.

"And Scarlett is taking… well, that's certainly an approach."

Scarlett was simply hooking her foot underneath every item she could, and was kicking it onto the couch. Once that was done, she could clearly see where the furniture was supposed to go, and began trying to shove it around. But the dense carpet of the faux living room was proving to be tough to slide furniture around on. She pushed at it, then moved to drag it, but found she had to bend over and lift the front feet of the item in question, a high backed chair. She cried out as the position put extra pressure on her baby and she dropped the chair as she felt the head beginning to rapidly descend. "No… not yet…"

"And Scarlett seems to be in trouble. Come on, hold that little one in there!" Scarlett managed to compose herself and, with them shaking violently, she managed to pin her legs together and she began working to move the chair again. The audience cheered as she worked, and Danny resumed his chatter.

"And Jenna has gotten back into the swing of things, picking things up a bit slower now, but she's moving right along. And speaking of moving… Maria! Wow!" Maria had nearly finished cleaning the floor, though a few items remained. But she had begun dragging furniture around while still on her hands and knees and was done moving the chair and the coffee table already, and was now shoving the couch to where it belonged. Her exertions had gotten her a huge lead, but it had gotten something else huge as well. The bulge in her leggings was getting bigger. "Maria, remember, if the head is out, you can't continue the game."

"It's… OW! It's still stretchinggggggggg!" She put a hand on her crotch and stopped moving, breathing hard for a moment, but continued shoving the couch. Rushing now, she got to her feet and grabbed the vacuum. It was an all-in-one type that meant that you had to stand upright to use it, and after some struggling, Maria managed to do just that, shoving the device around as fast as she could, desperate to finish the event so she could focus on not pushing anymore.

As she worked, Jenna had managed to finish the garbage and was now picking the regular items off of the floor, crying, not in pain or stress, but in delight at one of the items she found, a grabber claw! She was using it to easily pick items off of the floor and put them, even onto the shelves that the shorter woman could not have otherwise reached. Scarlett had no need of the device however, having finished moving everything but the couch, and was now clearing it off, hardly needing to bend over to pick the clutter up from it's seat. Soon, she was also vacuuming. As she started and Jenna quickly followed, Maria cried out in distress.

"Uh oh, and Maria has had a technical issue!" Danny strolled over to see Maria turning the machine over to see that it had choked on a sock that she had missed while crawling around. Maria tried to pull it out, but it was stuck fast. "Have… AH, OW…. Danny, is that enough?" Danny shook his head, pointing at a few areas, "I'm afraid not, there's still some of the sand there and there." "But….whooo…But the vacuum is jammed!" "Try using some of the items you cleaned up. I remember there being a screwdriver in the mess somewhere." Maria looked at the shelves, hastily and messily packed with stuff as she came across it, and with a groan, moved to start looking for the tool. Scarlett had finished vacuuming at this point, and was now moving the couch, with Jenna not far behind, having nearly finished her own floor. As Jenna finished, she wrapped up the cord of the vacuum and gingerly sat down on the couch, hastily getting back up as attempting to sit put so much pressure on the head she had yelped in pain.

"And we have our first room cleaned!" Danny called out, moving the vacuum out of the way to congratulate her. Scarlett grunted one last time and had also sat on the couch, laying down on it as she rubbed her belly, screwing her eyes up and breathing in long, hitching breaths. Maria on the other hand…

"Oh… Oh GOD! OWWWW!" Maria had found the screwdriver and had started taking the device apart and had gotten the sock free, but the screwdriver and the vacuum were abandoned now as she put a hand to her crotch. The bulge in her leggings had gotten unusually huge, and she had peeled them down a bit to see what was happening. Danny rushed over, and he blinked in surprise. "Well… This certainly is an episode of firsts ladies and gentlemen. Maria's baby is breech!"

The crowd gasped as a camera moved over and zoomed in on the unnatural stretch in Maria's leggings. Panting, she pushed Danny away and struggled to get the screwdriver. "No… NO! I can do this, I cannnnnn… AH, ARGH! NO!" With an involuntary push, the breached baby surged forward, stretching her far farther than was normal in a birth. "Maria, why don't you let the medics take you back and-" "The head isn't even ou-out…" Maria sobbed, struggling to put the vacuum back together. "I'm afraid that even though this is the first time it's happened on our show, it's in the rules Maria," Danny said evenly, "Your baby is over halfway out. You're done honey."

The crowd groaned with sympathy for the poor woman as she sobbed, letting the screwdriver fall from her grip and putting both hands down to support the baby's half delivered body while the medics lifted her onto a stretcher and rushed her backstage to finish the suddenly much more complicated delivery.

"Well, that was tough for her, but I'm sure we all wish Maria good luck with the rest of that birth. But as we are, we now only have two contestants left going into part 5, and our final challenge for tonight! But before we go, congratulations to Jenna once again for finishing this event first, and winning this lovely couch!"

The crowd cheered again as the camera zoomed in on the panting, sweaty mother as she kept her eyes closed as she tried to keep herself from pushing.

"Now, who will take home the grand prize of £150,000? Who will give into the urge to push? Find out when we get back from this commercial break!

~•~

When the show's theme played once again, Jenna and Scarlett were nowhere to be seen, instead, two whimsical landscapes were displayed with cardboard cutouts of cartoonish children looking happy with baskets at their feet. Danny stood between them, his smile as large as ever, and just behind him were two white curtains. "And welcome back to the final part, and final challenge of…"

"KEEP! THAT! CROWN!" The audience cheered.

"And what a night this has been, our first televised breech, a bonus £50,000, and a couch as a bonus prize as well! But all good things must come to an end, and here it is. The bunny trail! As we get ready for Easter, we have all of these children on the bunny trails waiting for easter eggs. But who will deliver them? Why none other than our very own easter bunnies!"

The white curtains went up revealing the final two mums-to-be wearing little white dresses, knee high boots, white bunny ears, and even had little cotton ball tails. But were visibly distressed, and trying their best not to push. Danny strolled up to them, chipper as ever, and began his interview with them.

"So Scarlett, Jenna, you are our finalists. How are you both feeling?"

Jenna just gave a grunting moan, while Scarlett glared, red-eyed as she tried to keep her legs together to stop herself from pushing. "Just… Eunnnngh! Just… I can't… Start it already!"

"I can't start it yet," Danny laughed, unfazed by Scarlett's desperation. She moaned as he turned to the audience and began explaining the final challenge. "Now our Easter Bunnies" Danny said, gesturing to Jenna and Scarlett, "Must deliver eggs to each of the children's baskets on the bunny trail. As you can see, each side has no less than nine baskets. But, here's the kicker. You must deliver the eggs one at a time, no pun intended." The audience laughed again at his joke, and Danny continued. "You must also hold the egg in both hands as you go, as they are quite fragile. And if you drop one-" Danny dropped the egg, made of delicate blown glass, and it shattered to pieces on the ground, , "-you must return to the beginning to get a new one."

Danny turned as if done, but spun back as he 'remembered' the final rule. "And lastly, how do bunnies get around? They hop of course!" He mimed the required motion, the audience laughing at his antics while both Jenna and Scarlett paled in apprehension. "First to deliver all nine eggs is the winner. But! Even if your opponent gives in and gives birth, you must complete the challenge to collect the grand prize. So as you hippity-hoppity, make sure you…" "KEEP THAT CROWN!" "On your marks, get set…. GO!" The Klaxon sounded, and different music, a classic children's easter song, pumped into the studio as Jenna and Scarlett began. "And right away, we see that both mum's are having a bit of trouble with the hopping. Jenna can barely make the movement, and though Scarlett can hop she is having her own difficulties… Try to keep those legs together Scarlett!"

"Aaaaaaooooowwww, shut uuuup!" Scarlett moaned as she hopped forward, pausing after each one. Jenna, for her part, was barely able to get her formerly petite frame to perform even a small hop due to the size of her belly. She sobbed out with each attempt, her belly heaving and rippling with each of the violent motions.

"Come on Jenna, I know you can do it! The eggs are about one hop away and you can start delivering them!" Danny's words were meant to be encouraging, but Jenna moaned something, and he moved in to hear better. "What was that sweetie?"'

Jenna panted heavily, each breath sounding as if she had someone sitting on her chest. "P..p..please…don't…say…'deliver'"

Danny laughed as he backed off, "Fair enough, hard enough to keep your mind off of that right now I'd imagine."

On the other side, Scarlett had managed to collect her first egg and was only a few hippity-hoppities to the first basket when she yelled out, dropping the egg as she grabbed at her belly. "AH! OW, SHIT!" The egg shattered on the ground, and Scarlett nearly cried, stomping her feet as she tried her best to stop herself from pushing. "Language Scarlett!" Danny said in mock indignation, "It's a good thing It’s after 9, ha ha ha!"

Scarlett didn't look anything close to resembling amused, but just turned back to hop for a new egg. Jenna, meanwhile, had only just made it to the table and was leaning heavily on it, vocalizing with each breath, clearly about to give in and push. But as her contraction ended, she found new strength and grabbed her first egg and began hopping towards her own trail. Scarlett, not to be outdone, managed to get her second first attempt and moved back towards her goal. She was hit with another, hard contraction, but this time she braced herself, stopped hopping and stayed hunched over her belly, groaning, but high in her throat, doing her best not to push. Surviving the contraction, she hopped and gently laid the egg in the first basket. It lit up with a 'DING' and she flinched at the loud noise, one hand diving under her belly to provide support against the hopping trip back.

Jenna had just barely managed to get her egg to the first basket without dropping it, but had also laid hers in it's spot with a 'DING'. "And we're one and one right now ladies and gentlemen! And both mums are returning to the table… and as Scarlett takes a moment to breathe through the next contraction… or is she pushing?" "N-n-nooooOOOO!" "Well alrighty then! Jenna picks her next egg and is off again, Scarlett not far behind in her own delivery of the second egg… Oh, sorry Jenna, didn't mean to say that word again…"

Both women moved on, quickly depositing their second, third, fourth and fifth eggs without issue. But by now, both of them were screaming with each contraction, both had large bulges visible under their short dresses, and the floor was starting to get slick with various fluids. The crowd was cheering and chanting non-stop as they watched the struggling women. By now, both Jenna and Scarlett had to stop after each hop, and Jenna was clearly giving in, pushing as she went, but every time the head made a little progress, it went straight back in, despite the vigorous encouragement the hopping gave. Scarlett wasn't pushing with her hopping, but she cried out with each contraction, and felt the head threatening to pop out with each movement, but as long as she kept her legs together… "AUGH!" She cried out, making one last hop and setting egg six into it's basket.

She turned around as quickly as she could, hearing the 'DING' of Jenna's sixth basket as well. Gritting her teeth, she began the grueling journey back to the table. "And both mums have gotten to basket six!" Danny cried out, putting a hand on his forehead, "For both mums, this is a new record! Let's see who will make it!" Both made it to the table once again, with Scarlett simply grabbing the next egg and moving off, but Jenna gripped it with white knuckles as she shook, clearly pushing. "I… I CAN'T DO IT!" She cried out, and sank down, squatting through the next contraction.

"Don't push Jenna!" Danny called out, and the Audience redoubled their chanting. "KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN!" Jenna screamed and pushed, but as the contraction ended, she panted heavily, the head, not only not out yet, but STILL retracting back inside. "I… I got this!" Jenna said as the contraction ended.

The audience lost their minds as she took the next egg and hopped away. "AMAZING!" Danny shouted as she moved on, “Let's go number seven!" Scarlett was held up by her own contraction, nearly dropping the egg. She knew that if she dropped it, she might as well give in and push. Jenna was right behind her, and any mistake now would cost her the whole thing.

"Gotta… stayyyyyyy!" She shook as she locked her hips, doing her best not to push or let the contraction progress the head any more. The head was permanently bulging now, slightly visible with each hop. She hopped, but began to lose hope as she heard Jenna's seventh basket ding before she had quite gotten there. Scarlett's seventh went only a few seconds after, but at this stage with how hard it was to keep moving, it was a huge lead. "Jenna's catching up Scarlett, come on, you can do this!"

Scarlett growled and began hopping back, yowling as she forced herself to hop through a contraction. "Oh…oh…goooOOOOooodddd…. So…much…too…much…pressure…." She groaned to herself as she made it back to the table. She looked up to see Jenna there as well, leaning over and breathing heavily through her own contraction. With a growl, Scarlett snatched up her last egg and began hopping. Hearing a similar cry of effort behind her, she knew Jenna was doing the same.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! NECK AND NECK, ON THE NINTH AND FINAL EGG!" Danny exclaimed, "IT'S NEVER BEEN THIS CLOSE!" "No kidding,” Jenna groaned, as she continued, bellowing as she forced herself to keep hopping through the next contraction. She made it to the final basket and dropped the egg in, the final 'DING' a glorious sound, and turned to see where Scarlett was… only to see her staring at her as well, dumbfounded, her own basket lit up too.

"Its… A TIE?" Danny called out, "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" The crowd, prompted by screens that Jenna and Scarlett couldn't see, began a new chant. "SUDDEN LIFE, SUDDEN LIFE, SUDDEN LIFE, SUDDEN LIFE!"

Danny strolled forward as both of the laboring mums leaned over their knees, grunting and screaming as they tried not to birth their babies. "Scarlett and Jenna. As you have tied in the final event, we now move into Sudden Life!" The crowd cheered as Danny took an envelope from his inside jacket pocket and broke a red wax seal on it. "To break this tie on the bunny trail, each mother must return to the table and continue delivering eggs to the ninth basket! Last to give birth wins the original prize, and an additional bonus of £50,000, bringing our jackpot to £200,000!"

The Klaxon blared as the crowd cheered, and both of them nearly in tears, Jenna and Scarlett began hopping their way back. It only took three hops before Jenna collapsed, crying. "No more, NO MORE! I caaaaaann't!" Afraid that she would get back up again, Scarlett continued hopping, not daring to push, hardly daring to breathe as she moved, only panting in short bursts between movements. She made it back to the table and began hopping back, but dropped her egg as the most powerful contraction she'd had all night rammed into her like a freight train. She shook life a leaf as she struggled to not push, to not move, to not to not not…. With a cry, Jenna gave in first. She had tried to get back up, but took one more hop and had given in completely, sinking into a deep squat, pushing with all her might, unable to stop her body's natural instincts one second longer. The head, fully visible under her dress was bulging more and more and more until with a burst of fluids, it popped out of her completely.

"AND WE HAVE A WINNER!" Danny called, moving over to congratulate Scarlett, "YOU'VE WON £200,000!" Scarlett couldn't care less aside from one thing. She had won. It was over. She didn't have to resist anymore. She fell to her knees, not caring about the scraping from the hard fall and bellowed, low and long, the sound getting higher and higher pitched as she fully gave into the unbearable pressure. It burned, it burned so bad as she pushed and pushed. Just when she didn't think she could stretch any farther, with a sudden high pitched cry, the head burst free. "Oh…oh thank god! Ohh…"

Danny stepped forward, all smiles. "Unbelievable night! Well, we're out of time for tonight, but we'll see you all next time, and remember to…

"KEEP THAT CROWN!"

Where do I sign up?

tv show where people give birth competitively and try to have the longest, most painful birth possible live on television for everyone to see. the last person to tap out wins a million dollars. there are dozens of contestants, and usually people are only accepted onto the show if they're pregnant with more than 3 or 4 babies or if their babies have something about them that make the birth process more difficult (big, nonhuman, wrong position, etc) so it's already more difficult than just competing against the average person. every participant is constantly made fully aware that they're live on television, being followed around by a crew and always being told to spread their legs so that a crew member can point a big camera directly at their aching stretched cunt for the whole world to see <3

what if a cam girl awarded her top subscriber with a magic pocket pussy that's a portal into her pussy? maybe she's pregnant and decides to stream her birth but the subscriber has different ideas. she just starts begging the subscriber on the live stream to take their dick out of her. they comply and take their dick out but then they replace it with their hand. she can feel the subscriber's hand inside her slobbering cunt, toying with the head sheathed in her birth canal, occasionally pushing it back and not letting her give birth. no matter how hard she pushes, the disembodied hand is always there to push the baby right back into her gaping battered pussy.

“No, please please please” I squirm uncomfortably as the head is pushed back in further from a full crown “I’ve been so good! Just let me birth this baby for you!” I buck and rock in place, whimpering and whining as my overstretched clit and perineum rub needily against the fabric of the pillows. “Please! Please help me! Ohhhh god it aches!” I swivel my hips desperately and press my frustrated hands uselessly against my thighs. “I’ve. Ughhhh been. Hoo hoo hoo such. Aaaaahhhh good girl!!!” I throw back my head and scream, pushing fruitlessly against the tight stack of pillows.

I tried really hard to do what you asked me. I wasn't due for another week, and you had important meetings. I couldn't do this without you. You made me promise I wouldn't push till you got here, but it's so hard. I'm in the tight booty shorts you gave me for Christmas and a maternity bra. My hair is in a bun, and sweat glistens on my forehead and exposed stomach, which is tight and red from contractions. I was in our bedroom, on my hands and knees on the floor, a pillow or two between my legs. I had a hand pressed against my pussy, trying to keep the head from coming out, pressing my weight against the pillow when I felt my own strength was failing. I whimpered and moaned as I stayed there for what felt like hours. Feeling the head taunt against the shorts and pillow, forcing my lips to spread and slipping back in when it met resistance. I sent you another voicemail, pleading you to come back home to let me push freely. That I was trying to be a good girl for you.

"Shhh, honey, you are. You've been such a good girl, holding back for me. You've done a perfect job keeping the head inside, I'm so proud of you. I know your body wants this baby out as soon as possible, but just stay pressed against that pillow until I can come to you. I'm so sorry I didn't get your messages earlier, but I'll be home as soon as I can; there's no meeting important enough to keep me from being there with you. I should be home in about an hour, can you keep being a good girl for me until I get back?"

- You're near to sobbing when I finally come through the door. It's been so much - the pain of the contractions, the pressure in your hips, the effort of pushing the head back inside you for hours on end - but now I'm here and everything's going to be okay. I hold you close, hugging you to my chest as soon as I see how much it's taken you to keep the head in. I run my hands along your back as I reassure you again what a good job you've done waiting until I get home, how perfect you are for doing this for me. You move to change position, but I push your hips back down, keeping your entrance pressed against against the pillow. I know you'll keep the head inside for a little longer for me. You're my *good girl* after all, aren't you?

Imagine a maid has been getting used by the son of the mansion owners. When her belly begins to grow firm, the son accuses her of forcing herself on to him so she could bare his rich bastard.

From then on the maid is treated as trash. Forced to do hard labor and fed spoiled foods in hopes that such strain would lead to a loss. But that never came to pass. Her belly growing enormously and pointed out like an enlarged bullet. Just taunting the son and his family with how defiantly fertile she is.

When her labors begin, the son forces a chastity belt onto her. Refusing to let her drop his bastard during an important dinner. The maid struggles to even walk with the hard stone of the baby's head dropping into her canal. Keeping her hand steady as she poured drinks through intensifying contractions. Fighting the urge to hold her oversized bump as it drooped lower. Carrying trays of food to the table with her pussy beginning to crown against the belt. Hours and hours of trying not to push or squat down end with the dinner. The son finds her, removes the belt, and then he pushes his bastard back into her womb only to leave her a disheveled mess on the floor. The maid is left to labor a second time.

It was hours before she reached the place she was before. Barely being able to scream or breathe the big bodied baby out of her pussy out of fear she'd wake her employers. She bites her lip as the head and shoulders nearly tear her as the babe slowly slides out. For a few seconds after making sure the bastard was alive, she felt relief.

But then she feels her womb jerk a second time and her cervix open once again.

AMAZING.

I love the idea of her being a massive twinner without even knowing it. I'd like to think her labor was induced by the son fucking her deep and rough the night before. He takes her against the wall repeatedly while the weight of two large babies make her back curve dramatically as they swung with each thrust. She just starts to feel twinges in her back and lower belly when he comes hard on her cervix as her pussy squeezes his cock during a contraction. The rough handling tears her sack, causing water to leak when he pulls out but they both mistake the clear liquid for her orgasm.

The whole night is spent pacing in her quarters alone to move the child along. She knows what will happen at that party and wants the baby to come now so she won't be hauling that extra weight around the next day. Hell, they might even let her rest instead of serving people.

But the child stays put. The pressure only gets worse and worse as the hours tick by and the sensation in her hips is threatening to drive her insane come morning time. When the son finds her, it's obvious from the way she walks and cradles her belly that childbirth is near. She's in transition when the belt is locked tight around her pelvis and it's all downhill from there.

She's limping by the time the dinner starts, trying to remain stoic and unbothered while the party eats. When she is called to the table, she must answer immediately. No excuses.

A few guests asked the head of the house, the father, questions about the maid who was very obviously ready to drop and struggling with the workload. A couple were concerned for the safety of the mother and child working so hard when she was due and carrying so large. The father diminished all their concerns, and they were dropped when he told them the made up truth about her forcing herself on his son in order to have a claim to the throne.

She wanted to scream the truth at all of them, but she remembered her place. All she could do was stand still and listen to the slander while her baby dropped lower.

Hours passed and a strange new pressure grew in her hips. She could feel her bag of waters leak and bulge in her pussy, fit to burst. A contraction rears up and she loses her composure. Thinking nobody would notice, she leaned heavily with one hand on a decorative table while the other lifts the bottom of her swell.

It's here. The baby is here. She thinks. My water is gonna... OH GOD.

"Hey, bitch, who said you could use that? I need a refill!" The father shouted and all eyes were suddenly on the struggling mother.

She opened her mouth to apologize but a gasp escaped her when her water popped and gushed around the belt. Everyone listened to the the little stream that trickled out after the burst as she stood there, legs spread wide while she waited for her bag to drain.

The urge to lay down and push was torture without her waters. The baby moved past her canal as she continued to work. She wanted nothing more than to hide in a closet and vocalise her discomfort as the large child came, but she was required to be silent. The dinner was disrupted enough by her presence as a laboring woman. She knew a punishment was coming after the dinner and would rather not make it worse.

Dinner ended. The head was crowning between her legs. She almost collapsed with the need to deliver when the last guest exited the room, but the belt kept the baby from progressing past the eyebrows. A hand clutched her bulging pussy while the other gripped the table to keep her from falling over as she pushed in vain. The child was going nowhere.

The son and father of the baby stood in the doorway of the dining hall, eyes fixed on her heaving womb.

"Father wants me to punish you for interrupting his dinner."

Having to birth this gargantuan baby was punishment enough. Not to mention the humiliation of being called out and having her water audibly break in front of so many. Whatever the punishment was, she hoped it was something light for the sake of her and the child.

He slowly walked up and lifted her dress to see the emerging head of his baby. He cupped the crown and smiled at the way it filled his hand.

"My family always did make big babies." He cooed in her ear as she held her middle protectively in both hands while slightly hunched over. "I was an eleven pounder. My father was twelve and a half. You might be able to work that head out on your own but you'll be pushing on those shoulders for hours."

He pulled the key to the belt from his pocket and dangled it in front of her face. She could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Beg for it."

Internally, she rolled her eyes, but did as she was told.

"Please. I need to give birth. I gotta have this baby. Let me give birth to your big baby, please. I've been so desperate all day."

He nodded, pleased with her pleading. "Alright, mama. I'll take it off."

She sobbed in relief when the pressure from the belt was released and she put everything she had into the next push. But she was stopped with a hand on the baby's head, pressing against it just as the belt did.

"And now for your real punishment."

She saw stars as the head was pushed back in. With no where to go, she tried to escape the white hot pain with a death grip on the man's forearm. She began begging him in earnest to stop and let her deliver. Her hips bucked involuntarily at the unnatural sensation. He worked the baby up until his hand was engulfed by her spasming pussy before yanking it out.

"Now, clean up this mess and go back to your room. I'll collect the child in the morning. You better stay quiet down there too. Father has an important meeting tomorrow and needs all the rest he can get."

And with that, she was left alone with a violently contracting belly and a huge puddle beneath her feet. She cleaned the mess as instructed before hobbling to her room to birth. With the added exhaustion, the head was harder to pass this time around. It took two hours for her to get it to a crown and another hours for it to pop out with a gush of fluid.

And then came the shoulders. Those broad shoulders the father of the child had warned her about. She couldn't stay silent as they ripped through her. She made a makeshift gag out of a pair of socks. They muffled her screams perfectly as she was ripped open by the rest of the huge baby. By the time it passed, she was delirious and barely able to process the fact that she had just given birth.

The child was born silent, and her instincts kicked in after realising no cries came from the babe. She prayed the events of today weren't too much for the little bundle she just screamed into the world, and quickly got to work on rubbing its butt. "Come on, baby. Come on. Please."

A cough then a cry filled the room. She sobbed in relief and brought the child up to her chest with one hand while the other held the belly that still felt full. More contractions came as she nursed her first born, a son. She patiently waited for the afterbirth to pass but felt something bigger. A strong, visceral urge to push hit her like a truck and she groaned as she felt something large slam down on her pussy, forcing it to bulge once more. There was another torrent of fluid and that's when the realization hit.

She was pregnant with twins the whole time.

She pushed with what little strength she had left with the socks back in her mouth. Something felt off about this one. The pressure and pain was the same as before but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong. She pushed and grunted until she felt something pop out of her pussy, but it wasn't a head.

With one violently trembling hand, she reached down and, much to her horror, felt a leg.

Tonight was going to be longer than she'd thought.

I’d love to rub her clit and nibble on her outie as I hold that tight crown in place for her as long as I can. I’d dip a finger in behind the head, too, and massage her perineum, starting slow, but picking up speed as my finger gains lubrication. My other hand would continue rubbing her clit with my thumb while the side of my hand rubs the crease between her belly and crotch and presses against the red-hot skin above her vulva.

I'm not sure I would let you give birth, or at least not very easily.

I'd hold you from behind, helping you breathe through the contractions and hold off pushing for as long as possible. When you couldn't hold back any longer, I'd press my hand against the crowning head, slowing it's advance when you push and helping it slip back inside you between contractions.

While you're slowly stretching yourself out around the head, I'd edge your clit and encourage you to push just a little more for me. Only once the head was fully crowned would I let you feel that overwhelming, burning stretch for just a moment before bringing you over the edge to orgasm.

It wouldn't matter how hard you push as I hold the crowning head firmly in place while you cum. I'd whisper in your ear how you'd done such a good job stretching and cumming for me while I hold the head back and you push as you cum.

Once the contraction was over, I'd let you feel the head stretch you for a little longer before gently, ever so gently, easing the head all the way back inside. I'd feel you relax in my arms as we'd both just enjoy the moment together before you have to push again.

We can, of course, make things a little harder for you next time. There's a pair of tight leather shorts that I think would do a wonderful job of making pushing harder, or you could (try) to give birth into a pair of leggings, or a one-piece swimsuit, or even just a pair of panties.

The possibilities are endless, and we're just getting started.

I’d do everything I possibly could to stall labor for as long as possible. I’d keep my legs pressed together, a pillow under my hips to make the baby have to fight gravity, everything I could to make it all take so long, so I could feel my body slowly opening up. I’d relish each and every moment as the baby slides through my well dilated cervix, my own refusal to push dragging the process out as my body works to birth on its own while I writhe in your arms.

I’d squeal and cry out when you start to work against the progress my body makes, pressing back against the bulging head until it’s not bulging anymore. I’d tell you how full it makes me feel, how big it is, how it’s filling up my whole pelvis, how I have to push, but I don’t want to be empty, not yet. Please. 

I’d no doubt ruin my own progress countless times as you edge me, my hips squirming and head thrown back as I alternate between pushing and trying to chase my orgasm, overwhelmed with sensation. 

When I cum, I don’t even know if my scream is one of pleasure, or fear that the head will rush out of me and it’ll all be over. I’d cum again, my lips fluttering around the huge crowning skull, when I realize you’re not going to let that happen, you’re no more done than I am. 

There would no doubt be screaming when you push the head all the way back inside, but by the time your hand can lay flat where moments ago was a full crown I’d be deliriously thanking you, trembling all over, nestling myself deep in your arms and shuddering. 

I’m nowhere near ready for this to be over, and it's a wonderful relief to know you aren’t either.

I don’t know if you’re still taking requests but maybe you could write something about a maternity ward with horrible policies that actually have their nursing staff not only tell their patients to not push until the doctor arrives, but hold in and/or push the baby back in? And like, they’re terribly understaffed so their patients have to wait hours and hours for the doctor to free up.

Yup! I’m always up for requests. There’s so many possibilities with this one anon.

The doctor is not in

The maternity ward at Mercy hospital was always known for being underfunded and having low staff. The entire ward only had one doctor, and the nurses were known to ensure that patients waited for him to arrive before delivering. Pearl doubted this until she went into labor with her own child.

She arrived deep in labor, barely able to stand from the constant contracting of her stomach, however she was completely ignored by the staff. After about an hour of standing in pure agony she had enough.She tapped a nurse on the shoulder, clutching the underside of her belly. “E-excuse me, my contractions are 3 minutes apart. Can I get a room?” She begged. The nurse rolled her eyes. “We can get you a seat in about an hour, then maybe a bed.” Pearls eyes widened. “I won’t be able to make it that long, my contractions are-“ another contraction hit her and she was brought to her knees before the nurse who rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine, if you’re going to be a drama queen about it.”

Pearl was dragged to a small dingy room filled with 4 other labouring women, all screaming in full on hysterics. Pearl gulped as she saw what was happening around her. The women next to her, a young blond was drenched in sweat, a nurse holding a hand over her bulging, near purple pussy. “Ahah Stop please- just-“ The women broke into a low moan before the nurse released her hand ever so slightly, allowing Pearl to see the top of a baby’s head. The nurse merely pushed it back in, causing the mother to scream, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Pearl turned to the girl on the other side of her, who was pushing as hard as she could, clearly getting no where. “What’s going on?” She asked worriedly. The girl threw her head back, panting wildly. “Doctor- ah.. isn’t free.. hasn’t been for ngh 12 hours.” Pearl felt fear grip her, although it was once again overtaken by a intense contraction. A older nurse came in, a man in his 50s or 60s. “Alright open them up.” He instructed. “W-what?” “Your legs.” Pearl apprehensively did as told, but felt a pair of tight panties be forced onto her thighs then pulled all the way up to her hips. “What is this?” She asked, voice trembling. The man rolled her eyes. “We don’t all have time to keep the babies in until the doctors free. This’ll do the job for us.” He replied. Blood drained from Pearls face. The man reached out and rubbed Pearls massive stomach hard, feeling as it tightened with another contraction. “Don’t worry though. Probably won’t take more than a few days.”

Imagine you're a warprize for an enemy clan and your put in the Kings harem of captured people. He fucks you day and night until you get heavily pregnant. When labor starts the midwives refuse to let your labor progress until the king returns from his newest war campaign. You labor for days and days, waiting for the kings return

Hmmm that’s so lovely to think about anon.

Imagine that, you are taken from your village and family only to be fucked senseless until your heavy with the kings bastard.So heavily pregnant in fact that those around you suspect you are carrying multiples; a variety in your new kingdom. The king goes on a campaign when you are 8 months pregnant which worries you as you hear rumours from the other formerly pregnant harem members that the king forces them to wait to give birth, but you naively believe this is only a malicious rumour spread to scare you. But when your water breaks at 9 months and 2 weeks pregnant you learn these rumours we’re definitely true. Midwifes put you in a room with thickly padded walls and force your legs closed as you labor at first, not even allowing you to push. Eventually however, they allow your legs to spread for easy access to clean between them, but come around every hour or so to push the ever growing massive head back into you. You try to deliver the head before they come back every time but you can never do it within an hour and you are stuck in this cycle for god knows how long, although you assume it’s been months before the king comes back. Instead of coming straight to you however, the king takes his time, visiting all his other harem members and spending a week resting before he comes to your chambers and you are mercifully allowed to finally give birth. Although now the process is near impossible, as your babies head has grown so large that your pussy is on fire for weeks as you strain against it..

Fuck

Ok, so loved this imagine from a long gone blog, its of birth denial with a heavily pregnant partner that has multiples but has a chastity belt to stay pregnant

I love that as well anon. Imagine that though. Becoming enormously pregnant with multiple children, maybe 4 or 5 and your partner forces you into a thick, metal chastity belt right as you begin to reach full term, just because they relish in seeing you full of there child. You go for a while past your term with no problems before you inevitably go into labor but you can’t do anything about it. The first babies head stays a a somewhat permanent burning crown, as the belt occasionally pushes it back in. You can barley do anything, belly so heavy and large that it nearly grazes the floor, and you are in constant pain from nearly back to back contractions. You beg your partner to unlock the belt, but they say no, saying they adore seeing you so perfect and pregnant just for them. Eventually though they do unlock the chastity belt and allow you to birth your first baby, but right after the first the chastity belt goes right back on, your partner arguing this is a way you can both get what you want. They reason in order to keep your pregnant for as long as possible but also ensure safe births you can have one of your child per month. Of course however this just means that you have to look after your newborn while semi-crowning with your enormous second child. But the next month your partner unlocks the belt once again, allowing you; with much more struggle this time as the baby is now roughly the size of a two month old, to birth your second child before chastity belt goes right back on. This repeats with each of your children until the last baby is left, but this one is so massive it takes you days of straining and panting to deliver it.

been daydreaming about my whole clutch being stuck bc of one particularly big, stubborn egg, the immense pressure, the unbearably hot stretch of my hole trying to pass this clutch but it's just too big for me to lay on my own...

yesss and like begging your monster parnter for help, they're licking and stroking your hole, making you cum around the egg and it starts to finally, finally slip out, stretching and burning and your legs are shaking - then they press against it, holding it in place at the widest stretch, leaning in to lick you again, determined to make you feel every inch before it's finally allowed to come out

tied up and plugged birth denial

in the mood to be tied up while super overdue with your baby, with my legs spread as far as they’ll go and my crotch bound with ropes, a large knot inserted and tied tight, plugging my soaked and laboring cunt. after hours of you pounding and teasing me in this position, my water breaks. the contractions begin to intensify, the child moving down by sheer force of my uterine muscles clenching and urging the head through my cervix, filling my canal. but with a pathetic whine i remember the knot and ropes are blocking my tight exit, stalling any further progress. the head is pressed fully against the knot plugging my opening, and no matter how hard i push now, nothing with budge as long as the ropes are intact. lustful tears fill my eyes as i finally get to experience what i’ve wanted to for so many years: pushing HARD against a very large, very stuck baby. the futility and pressure and intensity are enough to immediately drive me to orgasm, my squirt soaking through the ropes binding my cunt. i’ve never felt so stretched and open, my pelvis so fully stuffed it’s dizzying and overwhelming, yet so addictive and electric, i could feel the massive skull trying to slowly yet violently cram its way through my pelvis. i just want this moment to last forever, and it honestly could, lest i give you the safe word so i can finally drop my load. but i’m not quite ready for that yet, wanting to relish this feeling and cum a few more times around the head still so tightly encased within my pulsing walls.

(partner POV)

i’ve been watching you in awe for hours, marveling at the perfection of your birthing form, all spread out and tied up for my personal enjoyment. at this point you’ve squirted so much all the ropes binding you are soaked and cold, giving you goosebumps and making you tingle all over as you linger in a moment of orgasmic bliss. because the storm is coming. something that can’t be contained forever, a storm called birth. your moans and shrieks begin to change tones, your pleasure turning to overwhelming agony and the need to expel your child NOW or you would die or break in half trying. your contractions are nearly constant now, and you start to push again with a new sense of urgency. your screams catching your throat as you begin to go red in the face, holding your you push for all youre worth your burden against the knot, the head that is attempting to emerge pressing the knot further and further out of you, the plug slowly spreading you. i could see the massive knot i had plugged you up with earlier bulge and begin to crown, the force of your primal pushes of desperation causing your rotund stomach to contract so strongly its shape became more pointed, your contracting muscles going into overdrive at this pivotal moment of imminent crowning. in this moment, you, my lover, reduced to a twitching, animalistic ball of tension and pain, the travail is so clear in the furrowed browson your face, which has somehow has never looked more beautiful to me. you, despite all the agony and restraint, are still enjoying this on some level. you still haven’t said the safe word after all, which would mean you surrendering from the constricting torture of your ropes so you could finally drop your heavy load of overdue child. you look me in the eyes and we share a deep breath before you bear down once more, and with a small muffled pop and a moan of a sigh of relief, the knot plug rushes from your cunt, bulging against the ropes that still bound your legs and crotch.

between labored pants you say to me, somehow sounding so sexy through it all, “babe, the head is about to crown but has nowhere to go. could you help me out, my sunflower?” at the mention of the safe word, i immediately spring into action to untie the ropes binding your bulging cunt. i decide to hell with untying anything carefully, using the scissors from the birthing kit we already had nearby to cut a big enough opening to allow the head to pass. as i move to help you get in a good position for crowning, you start panting with and intensity like never before, sounding almost like your building up to a powerful orgasm, your entire being seeming to contract all around the child within you. you huff and puff it looks as though you may pass out from the strain of it all. then, in the blink of an eye, you could not longer resist the urge to push without any restraints, feeling like the pressure and fullness could literally drown you if you didn’t fight through it. at last, i see as you finally surrender to letting this birth happen, your body going slack before curling up around your swollen womb, pressing it down hard in a instinctive kind of fundal pressure as you feel your opening begin to burn, burn, BURN.

(first person pov)

at this point i’m seeing red, my entire being consumed by the ring of fire i finally came to know. oh, how i relished the ripping burn, feeling the crown so heavily tugging against my rim, threatening to snap it at any moment. it felt like i was slowly tearing in at least 3 areas, and i was almost tempted to reach down and slide a finger in alongside the crown to rip my own ruined perenium down the middle, tearing my two holes into one bloody gaping mess that could finally release my enormous child. but no, it was not to be. i needed to take this slow, as i resume my frantic panting, resisting everything in me that was telling me to just push so hard i rip myself in half and get the whole ordeal over with. but i was stubborn, instead adjusting to the burning crown and letting it slowly stretch me beyond my wildest imagination, trying my best to relax and open up as much as i possibly could. i wanted to feel it all, every detail of the skull and face as it emerged from me painstakingly slowly, which is exactly what i got. once i was getting dangerously close to a full crown, i beg you to apply some counterpressure, wanting to be held open at the absolute widest point on the head for as long as i could possibly bear.

Imagine you’ve been carrying your partner’s eggs for what feels like forever, your belly is so big and heavy. When it’s finally time to lay them your parter teases you by occasionally pushing them back in as you’re try to lay them. It feels so good that eventually when he lets you lay them you cuz and multiple eggs come out at once

"Please, I can't--"

"Aw, of course you can," you purred patronizingly, relishing in my whimpers as your hand came to rest where one of the eggs was making my lips bulge out. "Besides, doesn't it feel good?"

My cheeks flushed scarlet, but instead of protesting like I wanted, what came out was a low, shaky moan. Slowly but surely, you carefully pushed the egg back up inside me, past my lips and threatening to pass back up into my cervix. The only thing stopping it was the rest of the clutch that was trying to descend, but either way you'd once again undone almost all of my progress.

I let out a frustrated sob, groaning softly as I felt another contraction coming on. This time you kept your hand over my cunt, pressing firmly as you gazed intensely at me.

"Ah, ah, ah, not yet...just a little longer, I want to see how long you can hold out for me, then I'll let you push." you chided, running a finger through my drenched folds, ready to intercept if any of the eggs started to move again.

Not having much choice I simply nodded, bracing myself and doing everything I could to resist pushing. You licked your lips, watching as I struggled, reducing me to a sweaty, whining mess.

"Oh, you poor thing, I've been too rough on you, haven't I?" Chuckling darkly you moved closer, draping yourself possessively over me. One hand splayed over my belly, the other still stroking and teasing my pussy, and when you felt the telltale tensing of my body under your hands you leaned in close, whispering directly in my ear:

"Push."

My eyes snapped open, and I acted quickly before you could take back what you said. Grasping at the sheets under me I grit my teeth, then bore down as hard as I could, almost wailing from the effort. My body seemed to act in overdrive in order to make up for all the progress you kept stealing from me, and I panted harshly as I felt myself birth several of the eggs one after the other.

Birth denial, but make it eggs. I’m obsessed with the idea of struggling for hours to force out the first of many eggs, but either my legs are tied shut by the being that laid them in me, or I can’t get my tight clothes off. I just love the idea of pushing through each contraction and feeling the first egg RIGHT THERE and feeling it bulge out slightly with each push, but it ends up sliding back in as soon as I let up because it can’t go any further.

hm. guy in labor with a big egg being forced to ride on horseback as prisoner. the rough movement of the horse combined with his labor pains and belly being jostled around is unbearable. and the egg being constantly rammed back into his hips whenever he makes the tiniest progress to get it out. obviously, his captors are unsympathetic.

oooohh thats soooo good. His captors watch as he struggles and writhes in his binds, begging and pleading them to let him give birth as he pushes uselessly. Each step the horse takes is agony, the constant bouncing forces the giant egg to fuck him over and over, leaving him a sobbing, writhing mess. Sometimes when his captors want to be even crueller, they bring his horse to a canter and laugh as his belly is thrown into the air and slammed down on the horses back while he screams for the horse to stop. When they tell his horse to gallop, the force of the egg being rammed back up into his bouncing belly is so painful he can't breathe, and only until he nearly blacks out from the pain do they finally bring the horse back to a walk. They have miles and miles to go before they reach their destination, and the poor boy is forced to hold in the giant egg until they arrive

You’re a demon, and it’s time for one of your human breeders to give birth. Demons are laid in eggs, which are incubated inside a host. As they incubate, the shells soften, stretching as the infant grows much larger than the original egg. Eventually the shell dissolves completely, and the baby is born live. A typical clutch has three eggs and takes eighteen months to incubate.

This human is more than a month overdue, and if you don’t do something soon his stomach will burst, killing him. He’s skinny and blond, his massive stomach lined with stretch marks and ballooning out in front of him. He can’t walk on his own, requiring two of your demon servants to hold him up in order to get anywhere.

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Okay don't mind me, I've just been reading too much about various sorts of mythology stuff and... old myths genuinely have a lot more weird pregnancy things than you'd expect (I still find the fact that Odin's eight-legged horse in Norse mytholohy is the son of Loki - whom Loki was pregnant wirh anf gave birth to, mind - way too funny, although that's completely beside the point), so... this isn't inspired directly by a specific myth, but reading random mythology stuff is kinda what put this into my mind

Anyway, I've been thinking of a boy who somehow manages to royally piss off a fertility god. Perhaps he defiles their shrine, or steal some sacred item or mess with their priest - or maybe him just refuses to do something the god wants him to do. And because gods are so well-known for never being spiteful and always giving proportionate and reasonable punishments (extreme sarcasm), the god curses the boy to become pregnant, but unable to give birth unless some extremely specific conditions are met. Maybe he can only give birth at one specific location, or has to eat some specific hard-to-aquire thing to induce labor, or it's one of those seemingly impossible and contradictory "neither at sea nor on land, neither at day nor at night, neither alone nor with other people" kind of conditions (i pulled that specific one out of my ass but you can find similar kind of contradictory and stupidly specific shit in mythology sometimes, you get my point), or some combination of the above, or some other stupidly specific and unintuitive condition, idk.

And the boy doesn't know the condition, of course. The first nine months he simply waits for the pregnancy to run its course, but as the months stretch on past the ninth, past the tenth, with no sign of the pregnancy coming to an end, he realizes he's not getting off the hook that easily. By then, of course, he's so heavily pregnant that everything is difficult - he can't walk very far at once at all, he needs ridiculous amounts of fabric to have clothes that fit, the baby - or babies, rather; he can't tell but he thinks he must have two or three in there - are restless and kick and writhe so he hardly has a moment's peace from them...

So he becomes searching for some solution, some way to birth the babies. First whatever conventional ways there are to induce labor. None of them do anything. He prays and makes sacrifices to the god, groveling and apologizing and begging for relief. No response. Then, he begins to seek out wise people, priests and oracles and shamans, first close by, then traveling further and further away to find someone who could tell him what to do.

It takes years, years of incredibly difficult travel, of weird looks from others and humiliation and yet often having to rely on the aid of other people to get to wherever he's going this time, because really he's in no state to travel except he doesn't have a choice. After the initial nine months, the babies do seem to grow slower than before that, but they do still grow little by little, making the burden quite literally heavier to bear, and they are restless in his womb, as though they too would know it is well past their time to be born already.

But finally, after years of searching, years of torment, the boy finds out the condition, and figures out a way to fulfill it. Once that is done, though, there's still the incredibly long and painful process of labor and giving birth to the babies, now much larger than his body ever was designed to give birth to...

I loooove perpetual pregnancies like this!!! It could even be similar to the Greek story abt Leto, so he’s in labor as he tries to figure out how to break his curse. Imagine him having to suffer through contractions, feeling his baby’s head sooo painfully low in his hips as he tries to push but the curse prevents it from coming out all while he’s in search of a way to give birth.

After years and years of searching, his babies become massive. Even with the slowed growth, they’d be the size of 2-3 year olds by the time he finally manages to fill the conditions to progress his labor. Maybe as he’s finally giving birth to his first baby, the god that cursed him decides to come down, just to torment him one last time before his punishment is over. There’s nothing the boy can do to get way from the god, belly pinning him to the ground with the weight of his writhing babies, unable to escape the wrathful god. Each time his baby comes to a crown, the god pushes it back in, making his scream is sob in agony, begging to be let go as it makes his tummy twist and writhe. He tries to kick and push the god away, but he’s too weak after carrying such a burden with him for so many years, completely helpless in the hands of his tormentor.

It goes on for days, weeks even, the god switching between pushing his babies back into his belly, then and painfully squeezing the swell to watch him thrash. Once they’re sure he’s learned his lesson, they let the last baby slip out between his trembling legs, leaving him exhausted, alone, surrounded by half a dozen massive babies as he’s finally allowed to pass out

Who doesn't?

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Birth denial is so hot as a concept. Physically being unable to give birth: legs bound together so no matter how much you push, there's no space. Tight clothes in the way, forcing the baby back inside while you grunt and cry and try to force it out. Chastity belts, that force your pussy wide open in a crown for just as long as the keyholder wants. Not allowed to give birth and trying your best to stop yourself from pushing, trying to silence the primal urges of your own body, no matter how painful it is. And of course, my favourite - having the baby pushed back inside you before you manage to get it out, all the way to your womb, making you have to experience the pain of it all over again.

This. This is what I want. I can barely keep up with RPs, but I will always reply to this.

make me crown for you. tie me up, have me crying and screaming and begging to let me give birth. don't let the baby out past crowning. push it back in, make me start over.

Never let me progress past my cunt being stretched impossibly wide around its huge head.

Exam in, Baby out

Answering this ask that came through my messages from @yaiofanficbombon2022: 

"The class president is in labour (Mpreg). He had a sexual encounter with the popular boy of the school and as a result of this encounter he is pregnant.

His water breaks at home at night, he wants to miss school, but he can't, so he goes to class anyway.

The contractions are intense and constant, and the baby tries to come out, but he refuses to push until the exam is over.

He ends up giving birth in the school bathroom."

I’ve aged them up to a very high school like college because even 18 yo high school students feel too young to me. Hopefully you don’t mind.

This fic contains: mpreg, birth denial, pushing baby back in, clothing birth

“Hey, pres, you all right?” Jason asked, coming to sit next to Max. 

Max grunted, forcing a smile for the man who was rather popular with the other people at their very small church owned college they both attended, and also the father of the child that was currently trying to expel itself from Max’s womb. They’d had a secret encounter in Jason’s dorm room after a particularly intense study session—and well, they hadn’t repeated said occurrences since then, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be friendly. “Fine,” Max managed as the contraction that had been wrapping its way around his belly finally eased off. “Just worried about this exam.”

Specifically, he was worried about passing the final exam of his health class while also managing to keep the kid in him, you know, in him. Particularly since his water had broken last night, and he hadn’t gotten a whole bunch of sleep between the increasingly intense contractions. This was his last final of the semester, though, he just had to pass this test, or at least make it through it, and he was home free. So he’d hobbled his way to class from his dorms. It wouldn’t do for the student president to just not show up to an exam.

“You’re the smart one,” Jason said with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. Only it doesn’t look like you slept at all.”

“Stayed up all night studying.”

“For health?” Jason asked. “Look man, I know you’re a perfectionist and all that, but no one cares what grade you get in this class. All you gotta do is pass. It’s not worth killing yourself over.”

Max tried to formulate a nonchalant shrug. “Gotta keep that scholarshi—mmmhg.” Another contraction cut him off. He wrapped his fingers around the bottom of the desk and forced all his pain and the screaming desire to push into them instead of downward. Still the contractions were getting insistent. The force of his body pressed the baby’s head against his lips, which began to spread and sting. As soon as the contraction ended, the head slipped back inside, the stinging easing. Still, that wasn’t a good sign. The two hour exam hadn’t even started and the baby was already sitting right behind his lips. 

Jason stared. “Man, you sure you’re good?”

“I’ll survive,” Max said, trying to sound sardonic, though his breathlessness gave him away. Jason didn’t know Max was pregnant. No one did. He’d carried small, and Max was good at hiding his body in shapewear and too big hoodies. If anyone did find out, he’d definitely lose his scholarship, and probably get kicked right out of the school. It had very strict rules about sex outside of marriage, and babies don’t just happen.

Max was saved from further questions from Jason by the professor entering the room and beginning to pass out a massive pile of paper that was the final exam. “You will have one and half hours to do the question and answer portion of the exam,” the professor explained. “Then I will show a video of a live birth. As the university wants you to know how to give birth at home, with prayer and without medical intervention as God intended. You all must know how to give birth. After watching the birth video, you will be required to write a paper discussing what they did correctly and what they could have done better. Understood?”

The class nodded.

“All right then, you may begin. You have an hour and a half.”

Max reached out for the packet, grabbing his pencil and his scantron, eager to go as quickly as possible and get this over with. Two questions in, and his stomach was seizing again. Freed from Jason’s questioning gaze, Max wrapped his hand around his stomach to try and soothe it, feeling it shrink underneath the shapewear he wore. He tried not to push, focusing on breathing deeply and slowly through the pain, but the searing stretch of his nethers continued throughout the contraction nonetheless. 

According to his studies, contractions lasted about 60-90 seconds, so Max counted out the seconds in his head, one hand wrapped tight around his stomach, the other clutching his fragile wooden pencil dangerously tightly.

As soon as the contraction began to ease and the stinging stopped as the baby returned to its place just outside his lips, Max continued with the test. His contractions were coming every two minutes, lasting about a minute. Which means while the rest of his class had an hour and a half to complete the test, he only had an hour. 

The words swum in front of him and he leaned forward to get a better view of the words, curling around his stomach and triggering another contraction. Sitting forward as he was, the hard plastic chair pressed against his lips. Which gave him an idea. Experimentally, he pushed with the urge instead of trying to hold back, grunting softly as he did. The head spread him open, shooting through his stretching lips, and then stopped moving as it struck the chair. Max whined, softly, tapping out of the push early. Except this time, the head didn’t go all the way back in, it stayed at that partial crown, stretching his lips. 

Stealthily, he reached down under his desk and explored the area between his spread legs. A massive bulge of straining jeans was wedged between them, pressed up against the chair.

Max let out a shuddering breath. All right, he thought, as long as I can stay sitting down, we can keep the baby in. And thus the test stretched on, in increments of three minutes, two of answering questions, one of pushing fruitlessly into the hard plastic chair, his wet jeans bagging out with the emerging head. 

Some of the questions were about health, but a lot were about sexual health and reproduction. Labeling the different parts of the birther’s anatomy felt particularly ironic when Max could feel the stretch of so many of them, the diagram a visual reminder of how small everything had been before a baby had been shoved through it.

Another question asked which sex position was most likely to result in successful reproduction, which had him flashback to his room, with Jason leaning over him, his warm chest on Max’s. It brought a blush to his cheeks which led Max to lift his head and glance over at Jason.

Jason had been looking back, his brows wrinkled in concern, but when he caught Max looking, the face changed to a forced smile and a hidden lewd hand symbol. Maybe the test was bringing up memories for him too.

Their moment was broken by another contraction. Max forced his head down, as though he was working on his test, leaning as far forward as he could, his stomach pressing against the bottom of the desk, his crotch against the seat to keep the baby in as his whole body pushed down.

The pain was just letting up when the teacher called for their attention, and put on the birthing video. A woman moaning, crouching, her husband supporting her from behind, praying. Her stomach visibly contracted as Max’s own pain returned. Their contractions had synced up, but while she was naked and pushing freely, he was covered in clothes, unable to push or make progress. Her grunts of effort and cries of pain masked his own moans.

The voice of the camera-person ordered the woman, “Push! Push!”

And having sat at a partial crown for an hour and half, Max couldn’t help but obey, pushing in sync with the woman on screen. He leaned back instinctively, lost in the grasp of instinct. He and the woman pushed, and pushed. The babys’ heads emerged slowly, fighting to stretch out the body and, in Max’s case, force the jeans out of the way.

The woman screamed as her head reached a full crown, losing her crouch and falling backwards, caught by her husband. Max’s own softer exhalation, as his own crown, freed from the confines of the chair, reached its own crown.

The next few pushes were unfruitful. The baby’s head bobbed in the woman’s crotch as Max’s own baby fought against his tight jean crotch and lost. He wasn’t trying to hold back anymore, wasn’t thinking consciously, only knew he needed to push.

Then the head on screen gushed out, followed by the rest of the body in rapid succession, but Max’s was still stuck, no matter how he pushed and grunted. The screen went black. 

“You have twenty minutes to write your essays.”

Max panted, realizing his situation. His hand explored downward, gasping at how large the bulge was, his legs spread apart, his lips screaming in pain, stretched to their fullest, his whole body soaked in sweat.

He could not write, could not focus on writing, but he had to. So, ever so slowly he leaned forward. The head of the baby caught on the chair, then began to be shoved up inside him once more. Max shoved his pencil in his mouth, biting down hard to hold back the scream that threatened to bubble in his throat at the pure agony. 

Another, harsher contraction came, but he weathered it, biting his pencil and pressing himself down against the chair. It faded, and he tried to write. The next contraction was just as bad. His weakened pencil snapped his hand. He whimpered as the head began to emerge once more, stretching him little by little. 

It didn’t seem like he had two minutes of leeway anymore, no matter what their professor had taught. The contractions didn’t seem to end. It hurt so much. He was so sweaty, so confined. The baby was coming out again. He didn’t have the energy to push it against the chair. It was stretching his lips, so wide.

“Time!” The professor called. “Pencils down.”

Max’s pencil was in pieces before him, his essay a mess, his multiple choice portion, not quite complete. But he didn’t care. He had to give birth. He had to get out of there.

The old professor toddled around, collecting tests as Max tried to look normal after having been in active labor for fourteen hours and actively crowning for two. 

He’d had a plan, take the test, go home, give birth in his empty apartment. But as the baby reached a full crown once more, Max knew that wasn’t happening. He would at least make it to the bathroom. It was on the first floor. Max planned his route as the professor said his final goodbyes, and then, finally, finally, fifteen minutes after the test ended, released them. 

Max stayed where he was, unsure how to stand as the rest of the students burst out of the room. Another student stayed and talked to Jason, pulling his attention away from Max.

Now, Max thought. He awkwardly turned in his seat, and removed his hoodie. It revealed his very low belly, curved and sweat-soaked, but he used it to tie around his waist, hiding the massive bulge in his crotch. Then, oh so gently, he leveraged himself to his feet.

Gravity shifted, his jeans loosened a bit, and the baby dropped down just a bit further, the head stretching him wider than he thought possible. Max gasped and swayed, catching himself on his desk. Jason glanced over, clearly concerned, but his conversation partners drew him back in.

Free. Max began to waddle, slowly, awkwardly, out of the classroom. Each step was agony, his jeans jostling the fully crowned head in his pants in and out just a smidge. His exhausted legs trembled, and he kept one hand on the wall to keep himself upright. The stairs were right next to the classroom, the elevator was on the other side of the building. He could either walk the entirety twice (to reach the elevator and then walk all the way back to the bathroom at the base of the stairs), or go down the stairs. He chose the stairs.

He went down two before he realized it was an awful idea. He clung to the railing, his legs forcefully spread around the head, which brushed his thighs each time he maneuvered himself awkwardly down the stairs like a new-born deer.

Finally, red faced, panting, exhausted, he reached the bottom of the stairs and practically fell into the door of the men’s bathroom. A guy at the urinal gave him a look.

“Really gotta. . . go,”  Max panted, then stumbled into the stall and locked the door. He reached immediately for his jeans. His shaking hands fumbled with the belt. As the contraction struck, he crouched naturally, spreading his legs wider, but that only forced the jeans up tighter against his opening, forcing the head further in. 

Finally, the belt gave way, and he began forcing the jeans down. They got caught on his hips. He needed to move his legs together, but another contraction hit, and the baby descended further, its nose stretching him and popping out. The head was touching his thighs. He couldn’t spread his legs further to give it more room with his jeans, he couldn’t get rid of the jeans because of the head.

He was stuck.

Mind frozen with fear and exhaustion, he weathered out several contractions, pushing as hard as he could. But the baby didn’t move. It was stuck. The jeans had to go, but that meant. . . 

He heard speaking over the roar of his ears, but couldn’t make out the words. It was definitely Jason.

But Max could spare him no thought. The baby had to come out. Quivering, Max placed his hand on his baby’s head, feeling its wet hair. He took one deep breath, trying to get oxygen in his panic, then began to push the baby up and back it. 

It was agony. He screamed in pain. The baby kicked in protest. His stomach contracted. In the chaos, he lost his balance, falling to his knees, striking his elbow on the side of the tiny stall. 

Jason was pounding on the stall door. 

Max couldn’t talk to him, couldn’t do anything but give birth. He shucked off his jeans and boxers, spread his legs, and pushed.

The much denied baby shot out, to its ears and Max cried out again. The contraction faded, and he could hear Jason now, asking if Max was okay.

“I’ve cleared the bathroom and put a sign out saying its closed. Tell me what's going on, or I’ll call 911.”

Well, Max would need help getting out of here. And it was just as much Jason’s secret as it was his. With a shaking hand, he reached up and undid the latch, just in time for the next contraction to hit. He pushed, and the baby’s head shot out of him just as Jason flung open the door.

“Holy crap!”

Max gasped, leaning against the toilet, spreading his legs just a bit further. The dirty bathroom tile was cold. It felt good. The baby was turning inside him.

“Is that mine?” Jason asked. That health class did something for him after all.

Max could only nod. 

“Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Max didn’t have the breath for explanations. “Wanted you safe,” he gasped. “If I was. . . if they did. . .”

Another contraction. He pushed, weakly. The head bobbed forward, but didn’t move. God, he was exhausted.

Jason knelt down beside Max, his health class training coming into play. “How long have you been in labor?”

“Water broke—nngghh—last night.” The head still didn’t move. He was so tired.

“Last night!”

“Head crowned. . . just. . . just before the—” Another contraction. Max pushed with the pain as hard as he could, but the head wasn’t moving.

“Shit, man.”

Another contraction. No progress. Something was catching on his narrow hips. His body wasn’t made for birthing the way a woman’s was. “I think, I think it’s stuck.”

“I got you, give me a moment.” Then Jason left, leaving Max alone, spread wide and bare, a baby head between his legs, on a dirty bathroom floor. He flopped his head back, resting it on the toilet seat. Gross, yeah, but he didn’t have the energy to care any more.

Another fruitless contraction.

Then Jason was back. He crouched down by Max. “this is going to hurt,” he warned. Then he shoved his hand into Max’s crotch alongside the baby’s neck. Max opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. He was too tired. The pain was awful, the stretch terrible. Then Jason was fumbling around in there with his whole-ass hand, pulling and tugging. Max’s hips strained. 

Another contraction began, tensing Max’s stomach which was peeking up through his shirt, which had ridden up. 

With the hand that wasn’t currently inside Max, Jason pressed down on Max’s stomach. “Push!” he ordered.

Max pushed. Jason pushed with one hand and pulled with the other. The tension, the pressure built, and built. Max was being torn apart. He was going to die. He was—

Something gave. With a gush, the crying baby shot out into Jason’s waiting hands.

The three of them sat, panting, staring at each other. “I want to raise this baby with you, if you’ll let me,” said Jason. “Only reason I haven’t been with you more is, well, I didn’t want to get us both kicked out. But I think you’re amazing and—”

Max smiled. “You’re pretty good too. Let’s do this.”

The Sapphic urge to be knocked up every 10 months with your partner always 5 months ahead of you so there’s always a big beautiful belly and extra needy pussy in the house.

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