belly so big in my overalls, watch your babies squirm and kick inside inside me while i try to get dressed in the morning, only having to stop because i cant get the straps to snap into place on my overalls anymore. reassure me that you’ll knock me up with twins next time so my stomach will stretch against it even sooner in my pregnancy.
belly so big in my overalls, watch your babies squirm and kick inside inside me while i try to get dressed in the morning, only having to stop because i cant get the straps to snap into place on my overalls anymore. reassure me that you’ll knock me up with twins next time so my stomach will stretch against it even sooner in my pregnancy.
someone purposefully going out into a big crowded area (mall, beach, etc.) after their water breaks so they can give birth in public for everyone to see
a hospital birth with at least a dozen horny medical students crammed into the delivery room, the birther’s legs spread wide as their pussy is on full view as a living lesson on birth
a pregnant person has an extremely large, extremely close family that takes the arrival of new family members very seriously: grandmas and cousins alike crowd around and coo and cheer on the delivery of the child
a streamer live-streaming their birth for all their loyal fans, one camera on their face and one on their pussy as the baby starts to move its way down
“birth shows”: in-person events where those with a fascination or fetish with birth can pay to watch people birth onstage, in all kinds of different positions
Giving an important presentation to a bunch of people who underestimate your capabilities, only for your water to quite obviously break.
You’ve been feeling weird all day. Late-term pregnancy already had you exhausted and uncomfortable, but your big presentation is looming over you as the clock ticks forward and the stress has you feeling even worse. Your backache is worse from all your pacing and you can’t sit still so there’s no reprieve for your sore muscles. Of course your bump is just as heavy and aching as always but now the stress is affecting your stomach too– you have no appetite and you feel almost as nauseous as you did in the first trimester.
You know that the upper executives don’t have high expectations for your presentation and they think you should have left for parental leave months ago, but you’re determined to push through the discomfort and prove them wrong. You’ve practiced until you have everything memorized and you could probably do the presentation backwards, in your sleep or in active labour. Unfortunately, your body hasn’t caught up to that confidence and you feel more pressure and cramping as the meeting draws closer.
Each step towards the meeting room has you feeling heavier, though you’re not sure if your anxiety is gluing your feet to the ground or if the baby is just sinking lower into your hips and weighing you down. You feel unwieldy, your legs spreading wider as you walk forward, but you get into the boardroom anyway and start setting up at the podium.
The symptoms of your anxiety don’t get better as you start talking, they actually keep intensifying, but you can see the begrudging approval on the executives’ faces as you run through all the points of your presentation. The pain comes and goes in regular waves, but you’re able to conceal it with strategic pauses and pacing around as you rely on your rote memory to describe the quarterly figures and projections.
You ignore the growing pressure you can feel between your hips as you focus on the presentation. As you take a step forward to point out a key figure on your slideshow, you feel a sudden gush of fluid from within you. The pressure subsides for a split second, then gets more intense as you move again, stepping away from the wet patch you left on the carpet. The room is silent and you’re certain that the shocked stares on the executives’ faces match your own look of surprise.
Before any of them can move or say a word, you walk behind the podium to hide your soaked clothes, feeling the head grinding against your pelvis with each step. You move to the next slide and continue your presentation despite how low the pressure feels and how much worse the contractions have become. Luckily, you were almost to your conclusion so you try to speed up your notes while still being thorough, hoping that they’ll be lenient just this once.
The last contraction you feel during the presentation is the worst and it steals your breath as it slams into you. You manage to speak through deep exhales, trying to sound natural as you pant your way through the pain. You know the head is fully engaged so you covertly start texting your partner behind the podium as you speak, asking them to come pick you up once you finish presenting.
The executives give you a smattering of applause when you finish, looking deeply uncomfortable, and you use this brief noise to groan under your breath as the pressure shifts once again. Proud of how well you completed your presentation, you ask them if they have any questions and they just continue to stare at you in complete disbelief.
Taking that as a dismissal you pick up your bag and slip it over your shoulder, grunting involuntarily as the squat brings the baby’s head even deeper into your pelvis. You rest one hand against your bump– much lower now than it was when you walked in– and use the other to press against your back as you unsteadily waddle out of the room, looking confident even with your still-wet pants.
God damn I feel like a creature in heat, I need a full heavy belly so bad. I need to breed, mate, fuck whatever. I want to rub my swollen midsection… Something moving. Enjoying every minute till my water breaks
Thanks again to my lovely friend @pistachioi for this prompt! It was a delight to write. I hope you enjoy, and happy pushing~
She was so restless. It felt like hours that she had paced around her house doing various nesting activities…doing laundry, folding the clean clothes, rearranging the baby clothes in the dresser for the thousandth time. She almost couldn’t help it.
Isabel (Izzy, to her friends) had been having contractions on and off all day long. Since earlier in the week she had a humiliating false labor scare, she was making herself wait this time to call her midwife, to make sure she wouldn’t have to rush over to her place for nothing…again.
Pausing as she attempted to fold the towels coming out of the dryer, Izzy planted her hands on the top of the washer and dryer and bowed her head, breathing out slowly as another contraction took hold of her belly. She honestly couldn’t wait to have this baby, she’d been preparing both mentally and physically. She’d read every book, attended classes, and had multiple consultations with her lovely midwife Sara. She wanted her labor to be as gentle as possible, at home, with no restrictions and no stress. So then…why did she feel so restless?
