I left the relationship when I found out I was pregnant, he never wanted kids until we were secure and I understood that, a misshap with my pills didn’t. I didn’t want him to be forced into being a father and so I broke up with him via a letter, changed my number, emails, usernames and moved out of town.
To start, it was lonely, but I was used to having a quiet life, Mom left when I was 6 and dad died when I was 14. My older sister was around but never home, so I fended for myself quietly until I met Justin, my soul mate. There is nothing I’ve ever been more secure in than mine and Justin’s relationship.
I don’t believe in abortion, not for any religious reasons or higher motives.. I just don’t agree with it, unless it’s a pregnancy that will harm mom or baby, or the mom was raped. But this baby? I opened my legs and messed up, so I’ll love it with all of my heart. Luckily, money is no issue, I was left with plenty of it from Dad, which I’ll be eternally grateful for.
So here I am, in my home, I’ve just put the last lick of paint on the wall of the nursery and I’m eating indian food. I’m due any time now, my new neighbour, Alice offered to drive me when I go into labor, which makes me feel at ease seeing as I have been having Braxton hicks.
I want my man to have his hands on me at all times and to hold me in his arms and to tell me that I’m in control and that I got this and to relax my face and shoulders and to ride each wave and feel each surge as I breathe our baby down. I want my man to tell me to swim out and greet each wave as I ride each wave and relax my body. I want my man to tell me to allow the force and strength of each wave to bring me closer to our baby. I want my man to tell me to move through each wave and just concentrate, sway, breathe, and let each wave wash over me and to just simply let each wave go through me. I want my man to tell me that each wave I ride, to focuse on my breathing and to let each wave do what they do best, come and go as I surrendered to their power. I want my man to tell me to not focuse on the pressure of each wave, but to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Both arms wrapped around me and both hands rubbing/caressing the whole entire lower part of my belly as she encourages me through each and every single one of my surges.
I want my man to have his hands on me at all times and to hold me in his arms and to tell me that I’m in control and that I got this and to relax my face and shoulders and to ride each wave and feel each surge as I breathe our baby down. I want my man to tell me to swim out and greet each wave as I ride each wave and relax my body. I want my man to tell me to allow the force and strength of each wave to bring me closer to our baby. I want my man to tell me to move through each wave and just concentrate, sway, breathe, and let each wave wash over me and to just simply let each wave go through me. I want my man to tell me that each wave I ride, to focuse on my breathing and to let each wave do what they do best, come and go as I surrendered to their power. I want my man to tell me to not focuse on the pressure of each wave, but to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Both arms wrapped around me and both hands rubbing/caressing the whole entire lower part of my belly as she encourages me through each and every single one of my surges.
Making music is your life. You’ve made it so far that you’re world famous. You remember posting that crucial photo a few months ago. In the photo you are only sitting in tight-fitting underpants with your legs apart on the couch with a poker face and you are supporting your pregnancy belly with your right hand. You were photographing five months with triplets. The world has freaked out. You became a kind of symbol. “Hot singer gets three babies!”; “His belly looks so pretty”; “Becoming a father will be common!”. Just a few days after the post, you announced that an album would be made out of your pregnancy. You wanted the album to accompany your pregnancy. Your six pack had to give way but the picture book stomach did not disappoint you. The belly didn’t sink in deeply but sat very tightly on you as if you were just pregnant with a child. A 14-track album was planned. You were in the studio every day writing, recording and producing your music. Everything went great. Up to the 26th week of pregnancy.
7:33am
You were lying in bed and had set an alarm for 9 a.m. but were torn out of your sleep by several calls. You threw the covers aside and the morning sunlight warmed your bulging belly. You sat on the bed frame and looked at your phone. It was Sam, your manager. You took the call. “Sam?” He sounded not happy:
“Hey! You have to listen carefully. There’s a problem.”
You got up in a hurry and ran to the window to get better reception.
“What’s going on?” you asked.
“Four songs from your new album are circulating on the internet. They were leaked.”
“What?!” You felt like you were going to fall and your heart stopped for a moment. "What? How did that happen!?” Before Sam could answer you felt a sharp, nagging pain in your abdomen and you knew that the shock hadn’t done you any good. "Okay, it doesn’t matter now, call an ambulance to me immediately. Something is wrong with the babies!”
In the worst case, you could have given birth that day, but thank God it wasn’t that dramatic. Of course it was swarming with people who put strong pressure on you. There was a hacker who leaked the four songs and that meant for you that you didn’t want to continue having these four songs on your album, but would produce four new ones. According to the doctors, you were able to continue your pregnancy without any complications.
Part 2
You take a deep breath. Then exhale. It was the uncomfortable desk chair that drives you crazy. Actually, it has become a little too small for you in the last few months. You couldn’t spread your legs wide enough to fit your massive triplet’s belly, so everything pressed together and your thighs pushed the armrests both apart.
You can’t think straight so you stand up and immediately feel liberated. Your shirtless upper body would have started to sweat anyway if you hadn’t gotten up. The waistband of your jogging pants is tight against your stomach again, so you push it so low that your underpants are already showing in the front, but your bulge is still holding them up. There is still one song missing which you have to finish. You are already mixing but have just been disturbed by the recurring abdominal pain. Actually, the album should have been ready long ago, but due to the leak and the pause you introduced afterwards, you still spent the whole ninth month getting everything ready. You were and are stressed, but you still do everything. There are millions of people who want to hear your album. You grab under your big belly, lift it up a bit to make it easier for you, and slowly walk out of the study. Entering the open kitchen, you ask your boyfriend to continue massaging your stomach. He comes behind you as you look into the fridge and lifts your belly again. He kisses your neck. "Still working?” he asks you.
“It’s getting tight. I’ve been in light labor for days and hope to finish the album today. Tomorrow everything should arrive at the team and we can advertise. My live performance is next week.” Your boyfriend circles his fingers over your stomach. "Do you think you’ll make it this far? Maybe you should take a break after all?” Your boyfriend’s hands go lower and pull your jogging pants under your bulge so that they slide down your legs and you’re left with only a pair of retro shorts.
„I finally want to have sex again. WHILE you are still pregnant. We don’t have much time left.“ After this sentence, he slowly reaches into your underpants. "Let me finish the song and then I’ll be through.” If I hurry I’ll be through in an hour. You can prepare something in the meantime.“ You simply leave your jogging pants and make your way back to the study to get done quickly. Your boyfriend can put them away. He generally does so much for you to make you feel better.
Part 3
you can’t believe it. You’re done. You actually made it. Again you free yourself from the cramped desk chair and press down. However, you stop in front of the door because a contraction makes you crouch down again. You stay there for a moment, but then you can move on. Without all the stress, you enter the living room and report on your end of work. Your boyfriend helps you sit down and you see that he has lit candles for you. In addition, he brought you oil to cream your stomach. You let your body sink comfortably into the couch and finally spread your legs so that your huge belly finally has free space when sitting. Your boyfriend has already changed his clothes and is wearing red underpants. Just red underpants. He probably wants to make the lotion particularly romantic. You try to get everything from your stomach on camera to say goodnight to your fans. Then you put your phone away and your boyfriend carefully begins to climb a little on top of you with his legs next to yours, pulling his bulging underwear over your huge heavy belly. Then he goes back a little and touches your lower stomach area with the full underpants while he kisses you. You’re horny just by looking at him and you’re in a sex mood. Then you lie down in such a way that it is easier for him to give you a blowjob before finally having sex on the sofa. He spoils you. His dominance makes you even more horny.
Another contraction, triggered by your position, makes you mosn. "Yes baby! I want to make you burst!” Your boyfriend didn’t realize you are having a real contraction, so he just kept going until he finally orgasms. But you didn’t sopped him because the contraction wasn’t that painful. You sit back on the couch so that he can sit next to you and then you two let the excitement fade away for a moment. Then he starts to clean himself and you a bit with lukewarm water. Then you both put your underpants back on and slowly go to bed together. There you organize a hot petting until you fall asleep.
So I‘m sitting here waiting for the bloodmoon while experiencing heavy contractions. Hopefully I can warch the moon till it’s red. I’m rubbing my belly to calm down but the pain is not going away. Can feel the baby’s head down in my pelvis.
Bradley woke up tied to a chair, not sure where he was. He looked around groggily then gasped as he notice his massive belly, his shirt scrunched up on top of it. Suddenly he groaned as he felt a tightening in his gut. It continued to build until He saw his belly bulge outward in a contraction! He threw his head back and groaned. Little did he know, he was about to give birth.
Who here is worried about their birth/pregnant fetish getting out of control? I know I kind of am… Someone who is older and has been dealing with this longer pm? I could use some advice
Melina was 19 when she got impregnated by her ex-boyfriend, but he left her, once she told him. She lives alone with her dad in an apartment outside the town and she really liked it there.
She had black hair, in a bob cut and blue eyes. Her DD-Cup breasts were sitting perfectly inside her bras and her 8 days overdue pregnant belly made all her clothes look too tight. Ignoring the fact, she had slim hips; she wanted to have an all-natural birth at home.
It all started one month ago, when her Dad lost his driving license and asked her to drive him to work, even now, while she was overdue.
It was on a Thursday at the end of September, when Melina felt some cramps running through her body. She was now 9 days overdue and she really managed to ignore them until the early evening. She was sitting in her room, breathing through them. They were coming every 12 minutes, lasting 30 seconds.
Melina walked around in her room, rubbing her huge belly and breathed with each new pain. Eventually she walked to the kitchen to grab some snacks and some water. Her Dad was in his office, preparing things for the other day.
Around 9 PM Melina was breathing through another pain as her Dad knocked and entered the room, only to find her in pain.
“Dad, I’m in labor!”, she said, as the contraction ended.
He moved her to the bed, pulled down her pants and pushed fingers inside her, without any warnings.
“You’re only at 3 cm, you will have enough time!”
He run his fingers over Melina’s sensitive clitoris and patted her huge belly.
“Now go to bed, we have to leave at 7 AM and tomorrow will be a long day. Good night!”
Without another word, he left the room and went to bed. Tomorrow was Friday and on Friday he usually had tons of meetings. Melina pulled her pants up again and really tried to sleep, which was pretty hard, with contractions hitting every 12 minutes, but somehow she really fell asleep.
Melina woke up around 5 AM with stronger contractions, lasting 45 seconds now and was followed by another one 7 minutes later. She got up, dressed herself in a green knee-long pullover, heavily stretched over the huge belly and some leggings underneath it. While making breakfast she needed to stop every 7 minutes to breath. Once her Dad arrived around 6:15 AM, he found her breathing and holding the belly while supporting on the table.
“So, how’s it going?”
Melina looked at him and answered as the pain faded away.
“Around 7 minutes apart…”
“Good!”
He sat down and ate breakfast, Melina tried to do the same. She felt some pressure building up, knowing it was the baby ramming against the cervix. While Melina cleared the table, she felt a little change in her belly and leaned against the counter to breathe. As soon as the contraction ended, she felt fluids running down her legs and looked at her father, who was a little bit shocked as well. With the next contraction, only 5 minutes away, she groaned at the sudden intensity.
“This one was much stronger than before!”
Her dad was already in his room to grab his stuff and came back, ready to leave. Without warning, he lifted her to the kitchen counter, pulled her leggings and panties down, only to push finger inside her again.
“Hmm, you’re dilating as slow as your mother did, you’re at 6 cm. How long since your labor started?”
Melina thought for a second before answering.
“18 hours… I think…”
He pulled Melina down and she pulled her pants back up as another sharp contraction struck her. They were sharper now after the water broke. Once it was over, he grabbed something like a leather belt and fixed it around her hips and even one part went down between her legs. The clock showed 6:55 AM.
“Come on, let’s go!”
Melina finally noticed what her dad fixed around her hips and looked at him in shock.
“Dad, wait! You can’t fix a chastity belt around my hips! Take it off, please!”
“NO! I have a few important meetings going on today and I can’t have you delivering this baby now. Keep it inside until everything is done!”
After the next contraction, she really followed her dad to the elevator and waited until it arrived. Once they were inside, it descended for 8 floors including 2 for the basement and the garage.
Melina growled as she opened the door and sat behind the steer wheel. Breathing for another minute, she started the car and drove out of the garage.
Each time a contraction hit, Melina grabbed the steering wheel as hard as she could and breathed.
45 Minutes later they arrived at her Dad’s workplace and after another pain she got out of the car, following him inside. Inside the elevator Melina leaned against the wall to deal with another contraction.
Before he entered the conference room he ordered her to sit down on one of the chairs and don’t walk around. Melina obeyed and sat down, feeling the leather chastity belt pushing against her crotch.
Melina was now in labor since 19 hours and in active labor since 1:30 hours.
Time passed, 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours. Melina tried her best to stay quiet and paced around in front of the conference room to deal with the pain and the growing pressure. They got closer again and were now around 3 minutes apart.
“Ah, here you are! We’re done here, let’s go!”
Melina looked up as she heard a voice behind her and before she even could say a word; her Dad dragged her to the elevators.
“The next one is in 30 minutes at Nendo Company; it should be a short one!”
He explained as she breathed through another pain, while getting to their car. Once sitting in the car, Melina grabbed the steering wheel hard each time and drove to Nendo Company. After driving into the carpark and finding a parking spot, Dad left the car and gave her orders again.
“You stay here, it shouldn’t take long!”
She nod and he left after closing the car door.
Melina leaned back, rubbing her huge contracting belly until another contraction hit her, harder, longer and stronger than before. She grabbed the steering wheel until her knuckles went white and breathed. 30 Seconds after it ended, the next one started right away. Transition, Melina thought. She tried moving her hips on the seat and began panting. The baby inside her pushed hard against the cervix, but she tried to blow the pain away without much success. Everything inside her was pressing down and she groaned as she felt her birth canal got stretched painfully. The contractions were overlapping from time to time but mostly they were 90 seconds long with a little 30 seconds break.
It was exactly 2 PM when her Dad opened the door and got into the car, only to find her panting.
“What’s wrong?”
“The baby’s coming… have to push!”
“Good, that’s perfect! So let’s drive home, so you can deliver your baby!”
He patted her belly and rubbed over it, knowing the baby would be a big one.
“Ah, but first, you should drive to Ronaldo. We don’t have Champagne to celebrate the arrival of my grandchild!”
Melina growled before she really started the car, drove out of the car park and took the road to Ronaldo. She was now in labor since 25 hours.
“OOOOOWWWWW…”
The pressure inside Melina grew and her body almost ordered her to push as the baby slowly moved down against her will.
2:20 PM, Melina stopped in front of Ronaldo and Dad disappeared inside of the shop. Every cell in her body wanted to spread her legs and push, but she couldn’t. Even as she resisted the urge, she felt the baby moving down in her birth canal slightly, making her vagina slowly bulging out.
Melina tried again to move her hips in circles while the pressure grew close to unbearable. She leaned back, grabbed the steering wheel really hard and pushed, making the bulge of her vagina even bigger and bigger. The pressure was immense and her belly was rock hard. She could feel her leggings tightening a bit around her hips as the bulge in her crotch slowly grew.
Completely forgetting about the Chastity belt, Melina continued pushing as the time passed once again.
Around 4 PM the door was teared open and her Dad got into the car.
“We can drive home, I have everything we need. So how’s the progress Darling?”
Melina knew he was drunk. He probably met the Boss of Ronaldo and instead of buying they started chatting and testing different champagnes and wines. She knew, if she wouldn’t answer or do as he says, she had to endure this longer.
“It’s… crowning…”
It took a while before Melina was mentally ready to drive a car again, so that she didn’t notice her Dad getting impatient. He reached over to her and grabbed her left breast, pulling her over to him and talked straight into her face. She moaned involuntary and her blue eyes shot open.
“If we aren’t at home before 5:30 PM so I can watch my favorite series, you will wear the belt the whole night!”
Melina’s eyes went wide before another painful contraction hit her. Once she caught her breath, she started the car again and drove home. Luckily the streets were free and she could drive without much stopping. During each new pain, she grabbed the steering wheel hard until her knuckles went wide, held her breath and tried to ignore the unbearable urge to push.
Thanks to some problems with some red lights, they arrived at home around 5:45 PM but it wasn’t her fault. While Melina breathed through another contraction, trying not really to push again, her Dad got out of the car, opened her door and pulled her out of the car. Her knees almost gave out as the sudden down pressure drastically intensified. She sobbed as she felt the baby moving downwards even without a contraction and without pushing. She could feel the baby’s head slowly sliding down, stretching and opening her with every step she was forced to take. The big head was still slowly crowning and the pressure continued to grow. It really took some effort for Melina to walk inside and get inside the elevator. Another contraction, another push, another painful groan.
It was 6 PM, when her Dad opened the door, tossed his things to the floor and run to the television. Melina was leaning against the front door to breath, as she heard her Dad calling for her.
“Melina! Get my things in my room and get over here!”
Melina answered with a short “Yes!” grabbed the things and slowly waddled to the bedroom where she placed everything on the bed and the desk. The large baby moved down more and more, opening her lips more, allowing to do more crowning but the belt held it in place. After some more pushing, Melina figured it was useless to continue pushing. The head was hold back by the belt now.
With small steps she waddled into the living, close to her Dad.
“What… do you want me to do… to get the belt off?”
He looked at her and smirked.
“Take off your pullover and get over here!”
She nods, taking off her pullover and walked closer to her Dad, only to be turned around and get pulled onto his lap. Melina didn’t fight back, but groaned loud with another push, while the head moved forward again.
“Ngggghhhh…”
He ignored her struggle and grabbed her breasts, only to squeeze and knead them. She moaned, throwing her head back and spread her legs intuitively to get the baby out. Eventually she moaned louder, started panting from the touch of her father, while he fondled her breasts roughly, rolled her nipples between his fingers and made some milk spray around. It really took a while until Melina was heard screaming and was cumin hard, while her body forced the baby down more, spreading her even wider, even if there was no way out. He let go of her and she sank down onto the floor, fighting the most powerful contraction she had until now. He unzipped his pants and smirked.
“Now, turn around and suck it!”
She turned around again, heavily panting and nodded, before she touched his fat member and started teasing him. After several minutes of hard sucking, touching and teasing he came inside her mouth, moaning loud. She hunched over in a kneeling position and pushed with the unbearable pressure, feeling the baby trying to crown more and more, screaming with the pain.
“AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!! Take it off, pleeeeeaaase!!”
He patted her big round belly and smiled.
“Well, since you were a good girl today, I think I can take it off. Let me get the key!”
The clock showed 7 PM and Melina was now in labor since 30 hours.
Once he came back, he heaved her onto the couch and opened the lock of the belt, taking it off slowly followed by her leggings and the panties. The bulge between Melina’s legs was enormous and the head seemed to be close to a full crown.
“Now, be a good daughter and deliver for Daddy!”
Melina nodded, grabbed her legs and finally pushed.
“Hnnnnnngggggghhhaaaarrrrgggghhh!!”
Her lips spread apart even more, to a size most doctors would consider impossible for such a small girl.
“Oooooooowwwwwww! It burns, it burns, it burns!”
The extreme stretching was already painful enough, but now there was this unbearable burning feeling, that started to drive her insane. She would love to squat but she knew her Dad wouldn’t allow it, so she pushed hard again, while lying on her back. After the last push, she noticed the baby moving down steadily and decided to give small brief grunts.
Another agonizing push, a loud scream and the head was out. Melina fell back and lay there panting for a few minutes.
“The head is out; now breathe until it has turned around.”
Melina needed to breathe for almost 15 minutes until she could finally push again. She tucked her chin in and bore down with all she had.
“Hnnnnnnngggggggg!! Come on… baby… hnnnngggghhh!”
The shoulder opened her wide again and after some more pushing; she felt the first shoulder beginning to emerge. Another contraction, another push and the shoulder moved out more, while the second one followed soon. Both shoulders were now sitting inside her vagina and the burning returned worse than before.
“Come on baby, almost there! Hnnnnggggghhhhhh! Gaaaaaaaaaaarrrgghhhh!”
She screamed loud as both shoulders moved together through her vagina.
“Hnnnnnggggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!”
After another agonizing push, the baby was born and landed between her and her Dad, followed by another gush of fluids. She fell back and panted from exhaustion.
Her Dad picked the little girl up, checked her for a moment before cutting the cord. The little girl was born at 9 PM after 32 hours of painful labor and was around 10 pounds big.
Melina birthed the afterbirth 30 minutes later, took her daughter and started feeding her.
Mary was stuck giving birth with her babies head at a full crown. The nurses ordered her to pant and don’t push anymore to prevent tearing. The unbearable burning was driving her insane and all she did was panting heavily to get the head out. Almost 2 hours later she screamed as the head popped out.
Sorry for not being online for so long, but here is another story idea I got.
Imagine, you’re a 5,2 feet small girl and has to give birth to a 14 pound baby. You are alone, you go into long labor and after 2 days the head starts crowning. Once it started crowning, the pain was unbearable and you couldn’t keep pushing. It was now you 3rd day of labor and the baby was completely stuck at an almost full crown, unable to move back or forward and you couldn’t open any wider. Your only chance to deliver your baby, was the birth center 15 miles away, but could you really drive 15 miles with a huge head crowning between your legs?
Would you drive 15 miles with a head crowning between your legs?
The 17 years old Anna-Sophie was on her way home, after a long day at school. She was tired from sport lesson and only wanted to get home, to take off her blue dress and fall onto her fluffy bed. Her long brown wavy hair was braided together and hung over her left shoulder. Of course she could have taken the bus to get home, but she liked the cold air even if it was autumn already.
She was like two blocks away from her home, when she passed a side street and heard a female voice painfully groaning. Her feet lead her slowly into that side street to check this out. Her green eyes went wide, as she saw the source of the noises. It was a young woman, maybe around 20 years old, with long blonde hair and a big round pregnant belly. She probably was on her way home, just like Anna-Sophie was, as she must’ve went into labor. Anna-Sophie grabbed her phone, ready to call an ambulance and approached to the panting pregnant woman.
“Excuse me Miss, do you need help? Should I call an ambulance for you?”
The blonde woman grunted, while leaning against the wall and lowered to her knees.
“There’s no time!”, she said quickly, lifting her white dress high enough for Anna-Sophie to see the panties around the bulged out vagina.
“It’s coming! Help me… please!”
Anna-Sophie nodded unwittingly and helped her into a better position and pulled her panties down. Anna-Sophie blushed at the view. There was a pregnant woman sitting in front of her, with her legs spread and the vagina bulging out.
Unconsciously she moved her hand over the vagina and rubbed the huge bulge, which made the blonde woman moaning in pleasure.
“Owww, here comes another one!”, complained the blonde, placing both hands on her belly.
“What? Um… you need to push right? So… um… push!”, Anna-Sophie suggested, placing her hands on the woman’s knees.
Anna-Sophie’s eyes rested on the bulged vagina as those nether lips slowly opened a little bit. With the next contraction, the lips opened even more and she could sneak a peek of the head behind them. The blonde woman pushed with each contraction and smirked at the girl’s reaction. Anna-Sophie was amazed of what she saw. She loved watching birth videos on the Internet, but she never expected to see one this close.
The pregnant woman grunted as a powerful contraction ended and panted to catch her breath. Her vagina was opened in a tear drop shape, even after the effort she had.
Anna-Sophie checked her watch; it’s been an hour since she found her. After the next push, she noticed the head slipping back in a bit and looked at her, was worried.
“Why is the head slipping back in? Is something wrong?”, she asked nervous.
“That’s normal. It needs more room and my body needs to stretch more for it.”, she said nicely to her and pushed again afterwards. Only with that one push, the tear drop shape returned and this time it stayed and got even bigger.
Anna-Sophie’s eyes shone as the lips opened more and more with each push. The woman pushed really hard each time and soon the head stayed where it was and slowly moved out of her. She took Anna-Sophie’s hand and moved it to her vagina.
“You can touch it, if you want!”, she said, with a soft smile.
Anna-Sophie looked at her in surprise and nod. Once her hand covered the vagina, she rubbed softly over it and earned another moan from the blonde female. With the next push, Anna-Sophie run her fingers over the sensitive vagina and felt the head being pushed forward. It almost took another hour until the pregnant lady was heard screaming. Baby’s head reached the biggest part and was at a full crown. Her vagina was stretched to their limits and she whimpered that it burned. Was this the so called “Ring-of-fire”?
Anna-Sophie run both hands over the stretched out vagina and noticed that she was moaning more because of what she was doing. She liked to be stimulated while she was giving birth? To be honest, Anna-Sophie was aroused as well.
She softly moved her fingers to the clitoris of the laboring woman and stroke over it, which was rewarded by a soft moan. She continued stroking the clitoris and even rubbed it, to distract her from the pain and it seemed to work. Soon she was squirming under the touch, while her body kept pushing and started twitching. After some more minutes, the laboring woman pushed her hip upwards and cum with a loud squeal and while she cum, the head was pushed out of her vagina, followed by a gush of fluid.
“Oh my, the head is out!”, Anna-Sophie and helped the woman to get to the get her hip back to the ground.
She was panting with the head between her legs and needed to resist the urge to push for a while to allow the baby to turn. After panting for a while, the mother-to-be grabbed her legs and pulled them back and pushed hard while Anna-Sophie was supporting the head. It only took a few more pushes to get the first shoulder out and the second one followed right after it. With a loud scream, the baby slipped out of the mother and she raised it to her chest.
Anna-Sophie finally managed to call an ambulance and left as soon as the blonde woman and her baby were inside the ambulance and drove away. She walked home, took a quick shower and fell into her fluffy bed. While she thought about the birth again, she fell asleep, not knowing that someone was watching her.
I want to wake up in the middle of the night with your hand over my mouth and your cock stretching my pussy. I want you to fuck me until you cum, filling me with your seed. I want the test to come up positive, then I want you to fuck me again as I labor with your rape baby.
I dream about a stranger dragging me into a dark alley. He yanks up my dress, tears my panties off, and fucks me bare against the wall. He fucks me so deep he cums straight into my womb. In 9 months he finds me again to watch me birth his baby.
I want to be pregnant, to give birth. But if I can’t have that then I want you to force your fist inside of me and make me push it out. I want you to stretch my pussy wide until it burns.
Today I turned 19 years old. This is the year I want to get pregnant. It’s my last year to be a teen mom, my greatest fantasy. Rape a baby into me. I’m begging you.
This is how I want to give birth. Naked and vulnerable on the street with strangers watching my pussy spread for your baby. Give me more birth videos like this!
To unload deep inside someone or To have someone unload deep inside
Who wants to be a parent for Christmas ;)
This. I want to you to fuck a baby into me. I want to scream and cry and push your baby into the world, stretching my pussy wide open in 9 months. I can’t wait.
I love the way she screams when she’s trying to tell them the baby is coming and no one believes her, but I LOVE the way she screams when the doctor puts his whole fist inside of her to help her deliver the second baby. When she yells “what are you doing?” at the doctor, I lose it every time. I need this to happen to me.
While 42 weeks pregnant you’ll be getting a lot of attention from family, friends, and your caregiver. Your baby is now officially late! When he or she finally arrives it will most likely be with skin that is dry and wrinkled from being in the womb for so long. Since you’re reached 42 weeks pregnant there really isn’t any room left in that uterus for your baby to grow any more. At this late week in your pregnancy your baby can barely move. http://bit.ly/SE7Hb5
Being 41 weeks of pregnant is a period of slowing down in your baby’s movements. A bit over 20 inches long, your baby has continued to grow and may now weigh almost 8 pounds. http://bit.ly/YKJdDi
By the time you’re 40 weeks pregnant you’ll most likely be very anxious to see the end of your pregnancy. Your baby’s skull bones are not yet fused, which allows them to overlap a bit if it’s a snug fit through the birth canal during labor. http://bit.ly/128NeiN
You’re 39 weeks pregnant! Any day now you’re going to give birth to your new baby! At this time in the final days of your pregnancy your baby is still growing and at 39 weeks pregnant is about 20 inches long and weighs over 7lbs. http://bit.ly/UKBL6Y
