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

This is a sequel to a two-part story I submitted about two years ago called Incidental: The Procedure (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2)

a. Voxlette

(Part 7 of 7)

“Not enough?” Dean was terminally focused on Henry’s big, shiny, heaving, flexing belly. He was growing more desperate. He kept thinking of his ex-wife, how difficult her labor had been. This was clearly as difficult for Henry - a cisgender man, with scientific equipment for birth but no mental armor. They were running out of time.

“Henry, I’m sorry,” he said. He couldn’t meet the other man’s eyes. “I’m the one who put that baby in you. I’m the one that made you like this. I fucked it into you and…now I’m going to fuck it out.”

“W-what?”

“It’s the only way,” he spread Henry’s legs to the side, pinning them before he could move. He leveraged his body weight onto Henry’s bent knees with his hands.

“N-no - Dean - stop -” Henry lifted an arm to push against Dean’s chest, but he gently swatted it away “- You can’t - you can’t, this is INSANE! My family, they’re going to be back any minute!”

Elise watched, cooly satisfied. “Prostate stimulation might do the trick. Who knows, daddy? Your semen might add something interesting to the mix as well.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean was crying himself as he lined up his dick, hatefully hard, against Henry’s soft and abused asshole. “It’s the only way. I can’t watch you die.”

“Then let me die!” Henry screamed, and then screamed without words as Dean pushed inside. “STOP! STOP! THEY CAN’T SEE ME LIKE THIS!”

“There’s the Henry I know and remember!” Elise cried.

Dean began to thrust. Henry’s bowels were loose in preparation for birth and offered him little resistance. He was hard, but he was going to need more than that to come.

Henry was squirming, as much as he could manage, weighted down by his belly and by Dean. He screamed with the struggle, and thrashed against every thrust. Then he stilled, and with a cry, grabbed his middle as it contracted. Henry’s prostate was reacting to the stimulation, his cock growing semi-hard.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!”

As Dean watched the muscles tense and jiggle the mountain of his form, there was an echo of the contraction in Henry’s intestines. His bowels gripped Dean, formed tightly around him for a few moments, and then let go.

“Henry, on the next contraction,” he gave another thrust, getting erratic. It was building in him now. “…I’m going to come.”

“NOOO!” Henry cried. “Not inside! Not again!”

He tried to roll away, he held his belly between his hands as if begging it to stop, begging for release, begging  it to stop working to expel it’s contents. But the machinery of his pseudo-womb was now greased. The next contraction drew a howl from Henry and seed from Dean.

In the midst of their throes, the bedroom door opened.

…

Henry felt invaded and violated once more. He wept with weariness and exhaustion, pain and arousal. The baby turned and kicked inside of him, restless and searching for escape. He didn’t think he was strong enough to give it. He could feel himself growing aroused, in spite of everything, and he hated his stupid body for it. His stupid fucking body that couldn’t help but get pregnant. In the haze of crying and protesting, he wished more than anything he’d had a condom on him last Christmas.

Dean came with a shuddering grunt and locked in place, but Henry himself had not come. This was integral to the procedure. Dean, rocking away with his still hard penis, lowered his mouth onto Henry’s erect and puffy nipple. He bit it gently, twisted it in his teeth. Dean licked it, and began to suck. It felt good. The low, tight feeling of orgasm coiled beneath the ring of agony which banded across Henry’s middle, back, and legs. He was so close. He didn’t want it.

It was so much. It was so much like last time, only awful and painful in their own unique ways. Nine months of betrayal, and then some. Demeaning, embarrassment, shame. Henry looked to the side, and screamed from the terrified core of his being.

He met his mother’s wide and horrified eyes, the slack-jawed stares of his brother and father.

“DON’T LOOK! DON’T LOOK AT ME!” he screamed. Breathless, full of baby and cum and flaccid dick, he came.

…

Loretta screamed. Her son, her beautiful boy, gravidly swollen and ravished. She hadn’t seen him without clothes on, and the sight of his naked body underneath that of another man brought her almost to a dead faint. She collapsed against the doorway, still screaming.

She watched her husband charge the unknown stranger, and watched as he was knocked effortlessly backwards, stunned. Adrenaline and power thrived in the muscled form that was still pistoning in and out of Henry’s anus.

“You can’t stop us!” he cried. “It’s the only way to get it out!”

“Mom, mom, momma, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Henry wept, broken as she watched.

She looked at his belly, now, not hidden. Stretch marks striped up and down his sides in angry reds and pinks, they were around his breasts. His nipples were dark and brown, leaking milky white fluid. His belly button was popped and ostentatious. The curve of him was known to her, for she had lived it twice. He was massive. Bigger than she’d ever been. But it was impossible.

“You’re…you’re a man…” she whispered.

…

Henry had no time to process anything. Pregnant, for the second time, birthing in his bedroom at his parent’s house, Tallis watching, pitocin not working, baby not coming, Dean assaulting, coming, not wanting too, and then all revealed to his parents not a moment later. That he was gay. That he was pregnant. That he was a freak of the scientific process.

And then, after so much fruitlessness, the combination of Dean’s seed and his orgasm did something. Tallis was right. Tallis was right. All at once, massive contractions, more mighty than anything he’d ever experienced, took hold of him. His breasts leaked continuously. His belly button quivered. Massive undulations shook his globe of flesh, his baby twisting and kicking inside of it all, pummeling his narrow pelvis.

“OUT! OUT!” He meant it to Dean, to his family, to the baby, but it seemed that Dean could not extract himself from inside. The force of the contraction was such that the man was trapped inside Henry, who screamed and pushed with muscles he didn’t know existed until he’d effectively unbirthed the cock that made him pregnant in the first place. And of course his family didn’t leave.

Stunned, they drew closer.

“AWAY! OOOHHHHhhh…OOHHHHH….GO!” He gripped the headboard behind him.

Each contraction opened him up inside. One contraction. One more centimeter. Second contraction. Three centimeters. Third contraction. Four centimeters. Fourth contraction. Five centimeters. Fifth contraction. Six centimeters. Sixth contraction. Seven centimeters. Seventh contraction. Eight centimeters. Eighth contraction. Nine centimeters. Ninth contraction. Ten centimeters. Full dilation. Fully effaced.

It was coming out.

The world narrowed down to only him. He was what mattered. He and the baby. He wasn’t breathing correctly, taking short gasps that were edging him towards hyperventilation. But how could he be doing anything differently? He didn’t know he was pregnant until two hours ago. He had no time to practice.

The pain was blinding. He pushed and breathed, pushed and breathed, as it began to make it’s way from the cervix of his pseudo-womb and into his lower intestinal tract. The pain mounted, higher, higher, more and more unbearable. Impossible to withstand. His insides stretched to their absolute limits. Something was horribly wrong.

…

“Ohh god oh god oh god…ohh god..god…,” Henry was out of breath for screaming. His words came from him in pathetic little breaths, completely severed from all planes of awareness. The pain had severed his ties, but his belly still labored, his mother still shrieked, his father was calling 911, and his brother Christopher was pulling out his phone to record everything.

Dean watched this, dick wet from Henry’s juices and limp. He grabbed his phone with a sweaty hand and shouted, “ELISE! Tell me what to do!”

She looked at Henry. “Get him on his side. Now. Being on his back reduces his pelvis capacity by thirty percent. I only make them give birth that way because…well, I like it. Open him up.”

Dean crawled back on the bed and kicked away everyone who tried to grab him. Christopher kept recording. He shifted Henry onto his side and lifted his leg, propping it on his shoulder.

“Now what?”

“Massage his belly. Downwards, circular motion. Like squeezing the last sauce out of a condiment packet.”

Dean began making broad circular strokes on Henry’s slippery skin.

“Harder than that.”

…

The registration of progress brought Henry somewhat back to himself. He focused his eyes, blinking, taking deeper breaths.

Contraction. “OOoohhhhh….ohhhhhhh…..”

Contraction. “NNNNnggnnn…ngnnnnhhh…”

He was on his side, his belly stretched and defeated-looking before him. Dean’s strong hands made massaging motions, encouraging the baby lower and deeper. Something inside of Henry finally shifted with a wrenching pain at the end of one of these. He grunted, unable to control himself. A wet fluid gushed from his hole as the baby inside of him shifted, releasing amniotic fluid that hadn’t escaped in the great rush on his walk yesterday.

Contraction. “Ooooouughghh…”

He met eyes with his mother. She was shaking her head. Shaking her head. Shaking her head. His father was speaking frantically into his phone. Christopher was….watching. Recording. Finally the older perfect brother was not so perfect.

“Here it comes, Henry,” Dean said, somehow calm. He was still stroking his belly.

“Good job, Henry,” Elise cooed. “Excellent work.”

…

Dean watched the head begin to stretch Henry’s anus. It started as a little gap, and with each grunt he gave the gap grew wider. More filled.

“Good work,” he said.

Loretta drew herself up from the floor and shuffled over to witness the birth of her first grandchild. “Oh…” she whispered.

“What is that?! What’s coming out of him? What’s happening!” Henry’s father was weeping in shock.

“Oh my god…that’s fucking disgusting…” Christopher retched behind his screen. “I’ve seen some preggy porn but nothing like this shit.”

“You’re crowning, Henry! You’re doing so good!” said Elise.

Henry gasped and tightened his grip on the headboard. “Hnnnng…”

“That’s it. That’s the way. Good. Good,” Henry planted a light kiss on the leg balanced on his shoulder. The head kept crowing, drawing all the blood from the surrounding membranes. Henry’s hormone enriched anus began to tear.

…

Henry winced and gasped. “OH MY GOD!”

He was on fire. Everything was so full, and so painful, and so tight. He strained, but felt Dean’s warm fingers on his stretched skin.

“You need to let it stretch.”

“Let it out!”

“You’re tearing.”

Henry strained, but Dean held fast. One minute, two. Tears ran down Henry’s face and he didn’t even notice anymore. One more contraction took hold of him, and it gave him the force to push out the head. He felt it give with a pop, and then a quick painful slide as the shoulders and legs followed.

He didn’t see it, but he felt the placenta’s delivery only moment’s afterwards. And then there was a baby on his belly instead of inside it, and he did the only thing that made sense. He brought his daughter up to his breast to feed.

 HAPPY ENDING:

Dean, Henry, and Elise leave with the baby to live in hiding. They live in a mountain side cabin, and Dean and Henry have worked together to have a much healthier relationship. Henry and Elise still don’t get along, but they keep to their separate spheres. You can’t be choosy about allies when you’re on the run. And Elise will come in handy, eventually, because despite their best efforts - Henry is pregnant again.

 ALTERNATE ENDING:

To be continued…

Riley was almost a normal college student. She was a junior. She woke up on the first day of the school year with a grin on her face. She could barely stop herself from skipping to class as she walked through the oblivious freshman and transfer students surrounding her.

She walked through the doors to her favorite class, finding the most comfortable seat among the pillows and beanbags littered across the floor. A freshman came and sat next to her, giving her a small hello.

“Hi! I’m Sarah, this your first time taking the class?”, she asked, and Riley gave a small laugh.

“No, not for me. I take this class every year. It’s my favorite.”, Riley said with a smirk, making Sarah seem to relax into the cushions.

Riley heard the bell ring and the door slammed shut with an audible click and she grinned again. This was the fun part.

She could almost feel herself getting heavier as the teacher walked to the front of the classroom, but she knew she wasn’t really. Not yet. The teacher lit some candles around the room and then sat down at the front, not saying anything.

A single word whispered from his mouth and Riley threw her head back as the first orgasm started. “Begin.”

Riley knew well enough to shed her clothes early on, as her bra was already tightening as she ripped off her skirt. Another orgasm swept through her, and she moaned as she heard some of the freshman scream while the returning students moaned in chorus.

Sarah, who was next to her, started quietly, quick moans like a kitten meowing coming from her mouth. That was until Riley bent down, shoving her face between Sarah’s short skirt, her tongue making Sarah scream in excitement.

Riley stopped as another orgasm ran her over like a truck and she laughed as she felt the all-too familiar pouch forming about her underwear. She moaned, leaning back on her feet as she continued to grow.

She could hear Sarah’s confused sounds as the freshman grew, slower than Riley, but still faster than usual. Riley’s belly button popped loudly in the room of moans and screams and Riley let herself groan loudly as her belly continued to grow.

Sarah’s popped just minutes after Riley’s, and she was less thrilled, screaming as her belly stretched and grew.

At this point, only 20 minutes in, Riley looked pregnant with at least 5. Sarah was behind her, her smaller bump making Riley think she had triplets.

As Riley’s belly continued to grow, tipping her forward, she rearranged so she could still lick Sarah’s pussy, adding more pleasure to the freshman’s experience. Sarah’s bra was still on, and Riley let their bellies clash as she reached to undo it, letting the girl’s breasts spring forward with a moan as the air touched the sensitive nipples.

It was 45 minutes into an hour long class when it all stopped. Riley felt her belly stop growing, and the skin stopped stretching around the mass in her stomach.

Sarah had slowed down sometime during the period, and when Riley gave her a smirking once-over, she was about pregnant with 6 kids, a measly number compared to the 20 that were residing in the junior’s womb.

A glance around the room proved to Riley that she was the biggest in their classroom, once again. She heard a couple groans from the returning class and screams from the new students, and she groaned herself as she felt the contractions start to rip through.

Sarah was sobbing at this point, her legs involuntarily spreading open as a head started to crown from her swollen lips. Riley laid back on the beanbags, swishing her hips from left to right as she felt a baby descend.

It started to crown and she moaned through the ring of fire before a satisfying release of pressure ricocheted through her. She strained to check for a cord around the baby’s neck, already feeling it’s sibling behind it, adding to the pressure.

Satisfied there was no cord, she gave a final push, with the second child’s head popping out right after the first baby’s feet. She continued the process until she was pushing against baby number 15, with the head sliding in and out of her as she pushed.

She felt someone by her head and she looked over to see Sarah, who was finished delivering. “Want some help?”, Sarah asked, and Riley gave a nod.

Sarah went between Riley’s legs, cupping the baby’s head. “Just.. Just pull it out. I’ve got to finish before the bell rings.”, Riley said, and there was a simple hesitation in Sarah’s face.

“Do it, Sarah. P-Pull.”, Riley panted out, and Sarah gripped as gently as she could, pulling the baby free to it’s shoulders. She gave another tug and Riley threw her head back with a scream as the baby came out followed quickly by two more almost falling out of her gaping pussy.

She pushed as the last 3 came with little effort on her part, moving quickly down her stretched reproductive system.

The bell rang just as Riley’s stomach completely deflated, and a group of seniors walked through the room, collecting the children and tagging them for which parent they belonged to.

Riley couldn’t wait for them to join her hundreds of others in the nursery, and she couldn’t wait for the next period. Maybe she’d convince Sarah to return some of the favors that Riley did for her today.

Imagine You’re the Pregnant CFO of a Successful Company

Hello! You can call me Ros B. First time posting a story here! Feel free to follow me over at @rosbar6678 if you’d like. Hope you enjoy my fic!

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You shift in your chair, fighting the urge to let out a sigh. You’re 41 weeks pregnant, almost 42, and extremely uncomfortable. Your back has been hurting all day, your massive stomach feels rigid and tight, and there’s a strange growing pressure in your hips that makes it really difficult to sit comfortably at all.

You’re in a board meeting at your company, and your husband, the CEO, is currently presenting on the last quarter’s product line. What had started as an illicit affair between two executives just over a year ago had unexpectedly resulted in you pregnant and married. You still couldn’t totally believe it. It was just supposed to be a bit of fun between you two, something to help blow off steam at the end of a hard day at work (almost quite literally – there was a non-zero chance that your baby was conceived in this very meeting room), but you somehow managed to fall for each other.

You almost roll your eyes at how sappy and cliche it was, thinking about it now. Both you and your husband are very practical and logical people, it’s part of the reason why you both have had such successful careers, but being with him threw all that practically and logic out the window. While he was stern and stoic at work, he was actually a very sweet and thoughtful man outside of it. And when you discovered you were pregnant, you two didn’t even hesitate to go straight to the courthouse to make everything official. You both knew this was jeopardizing your jobs, but neither of you cared. And while you got sternly reprimanded by the board, they ultimately decided to keep you both on. The company had become hugelysuccessful since you both started working there, after all.

And now, your husband was presenting on exactly how successful the company had become, particularly in this last quarter, and you were to be presenting next.

You adjust yourself in the chair again, trying to ease any of the discomfort in your body, but it’s pretty futile. Your husband’s eyes dart over to you for a moment, narrowing imperceptibly as he spoke. He has been trying to get you to go on maternity leave for weeks now, but you’ve refused. Even this morning, as the two of you got ready for work, he tried to convince you to stay home.

“It’s not going to happen, love,” you said loudly as you hefted your now much larger breasts into a bra, pulling the straps on to your shoulders and hooking it around your back.

You heard your husband grumble from the walk-in closet.

“You’re overdue by almost two weeks,” he called out into the bedroom. “The baby can come basically any second. And I swear your stomach has dropped since yesterday. You really should stay home.”

You’ve managed to don a pair of sheer black pantyhose, pulling them up your legs and over your belly, before shimmying into a dark gray pencil skirt.

You certainly couldn’t deny anything your husband has said. All of what he said was true, and then some. For the past few days, it’s felt like more and more weight had descended into the bowl of your pelvis, and your belly definitely hung lower and lower. Despite it’s size, it had always been a fairly “perky” stomach, but that had changed significantly in the last few days. Plus, you had been dealing with your fair share of Braxton Hicks contractions lately, too.

But you wouldn’t be caught dead telling him that.

“I tell you what, my dear husband,” you replied, as you zipped up the back of the skirt, drawing it tight under your belly and around your hips. You turn to look in the mirror, admiring how it hugged your curves. 9 months pregnant and you still got it.

“I will go on maternity leave when you go on paternity leave.

More grumbling from the closet.

"I’m sorry, my love, what was that?”

“Isaid,” he shouted, clearly annoyed, “that I don’t want to go on it yet.”

“Well, neither do I.”

He stepped out of the closet, wearing a sharp navy blue suit and a gray tie with gold diagonal stripes.

“Oh, darling, now, really?” he demanded.

“What?”

“That skirt? Those stockings?”

You rounded on him as you finished buttoning up your white collar maternity shirt. “What’s wrong with my skirt and stockings?”

“Can’t you wear sweatpants like a normal pregnant woman?”

You felt anger flare in your chest. “I don’t wantto wear sweatpants,” you snapped. “Why are you suddenly so hung up on my clothes?”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I just…want you to be comfortable,” he muttered, dropping his hand and looking away from you.

You softened a little at his admission, and approached him.

“You’re always so uncomfortable and I just wish…there was something we could do to help with that…”

Once you were close enough, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him as close to you as your baby bump would allow.

He still wasn’t looking at you. You could see the tension in his jaw and shoulders.

“You know I could never be comfortable in sweatpants, love, especiallyat work,” you said as you reached up to adjust his tie.

He sighed again, closing his eyes and tilting his head down to rest against the top of yours. “I know, darling,” he said, resigned, his hands coming up to cradle your stomach. Your baby gave a solid kick against his palm.

“Look,” you began, smoothing his tie back against his shirt, “I promise I’ll go on maternity leave tomorrow.”

He pulled away a little in surprise, and you looked up at him, smiling.

“Really?” he asked, relief on his face.

“Yes.” You leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I just really want to present at the board meeting today. I worked so hard to leave the company in a good place before we left! Let me just have this victory lap.”

“I know, I know.” He kissed you again, running his hands from your stomach to your hips and back again. “And you deserve a victory lap.”

“You’re goddamn right I do,” you said, grinning, pulling away from him. “I mean, who successfully negotiated the merger with Equiva?”

“You did.”

“And who saved the company almost 20 million dollars in the last three months?” you asked, pulling on a suit jacket to match your skirt.

“Youdid.”

This conversation continued in much the same way as the two of you gathered your things to leave for work…at least until, much to your husband’s chagrin, you put on your 3 inch stiletto heels.

That was several hours ago, but it felt even longer than that. Your husband has been watching you like a hawk all day and even in the middle of his presentation, his attention wasn’t totally diverted from you. You try to keep your face neutral, idly tapping your pen against your cheek.

He finally looks away from you, and you let out a small exhale of relief. You would not put it past him to stop this entire meeting in a heartbeat if he thought something was wrong.

The minutes tick past. You try to not squirm and shift around so much, but you can’t help it. You’re souncomfortable. The pain in your back is getting worse, and so is that incredible pressure in your hips. Your stomach has been cramping and tightening over and over again, intensifying that pressure. You attempt to spread your legs to ease some of the discomfort in your pelvis, but that pencil skirt you insisted on wearing doesn’t allow for much of that. Are these more Braxton Hicks contractions? Or are these…real–?

You quickly push that question out of your mind, huffing.

You try to pay attention to the meeting, but you can’t help it, your focus is turning more and more inward, the more and more your body tenses and twists against your will. Even your baby seems to be against you, kicking up a storm against your ribs. You try to keep your breathing steady and even, and you cup your hands underneath your belly and press up, weakly attempting to lift some of the weight off your straining back and hips.

Maybe your husband was right…maybe you should have stayed home…

You don’t know how much time has passed when you suddenly hear your husband say your name, startling you out of your thoughts.

“…our amazing CFO, who will now report on last quarter’s record earnings.”

Everyone applauds as you stand up and your husband heads over to his seat opposite yours, never taking his eyes off you. You just barely manage to suppress a groan as you haul yourself up on unsteady feet, a hand still cupping your heavy stomach.

You force a smile as you approach the front of the meeting room. It almost feels like your baby’s head is already wedged in between your legs, and you vainly try to not walk so bowlegged. You stand behind the podium, looking out at the two dozen other executives and board members, and begin your presentation.

You’re incredibly thankful that you practiced it so much that you could basically present it in your sleep. Standing has made your back pain even worse, and it feels like gravity is slowly pulling your baby deeper into your hips. You keep trying to spread your legs, but again, that damn pencil skirt keeps your thighs much closer together than you’d like.

You can feel sweat break out along your hairline, and you keep compulsively running your hands through your hair to try and subtly wipe it off. Your stomach feels like it’s permanently seized up, gone completely rock hard, and it seems to hang lower than even this morning. 

You can see your husband out of the corner of your eye. He’s leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed, his lips a hard line. You know that face. That’s the face he makes when he’s trying to figure out if something is wrong.

You swallow hard. You get a little flustered and you stumble over your words a bit, but you keep going. You are going to finish this presentation, dammit. 

You shift your legs again, trying to find some measure of relief. God, the pressure is getting so bad, it’s making the whole lower half of your body shake, and now you’re cursing your stiletto heels along with your skirt. You have one hand holding the remote to flip through the slides, but the other is gripping the edge of the podium so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you crushed the cheap wood in your grasp.

A terrible spasm shoots through you, making your voice catch for just a moment. It sends pain radiating up your back, down your thighs, and makes your vaginal muscles clench involuntarily. You almost groan at the sensation, as it felt like they were clenching down on…something…

You’re now flipping quickly through the last of your slides, just going over the very basic points for each one, and another sharp pain rockets through you. Your voice wavers as you resist the urge to moan. It takes all of your willpower to not just tear off your skirt right there and drop down into a squat behind the podium, to push your knees as far apart as they can go, to try to make some space within your pelvis to ease some of this maddening pressure. 

Fuck, this is all getting to be so much that you almost feel like you need to push…

You can’t help but notice that your husband is shifting around in his seat almost as much as you were. He knows this presentation almost as well as you, and he knows you’re rushing through the end of it. He looks like he’s about to jump out of his chair right when you shoot him a pleading look. Please. I’m almost done. Just give me a few more minutes. Please.

Your legs are pressing so hard against the sides of your skirt, you’re surprised the seams haven’t ripped. You’re so hot that you’re simultaneously both frustrated that you left your suit jacket on and grateful you did, otherwise everyone would be able to see you sweating straight through your white blouse. Your stomach has never felt heavier, and it’s hanging so low that the underside of it is peeking out from under said blouse, and you are confident it was definitely not doing that when you got dressed this morning…

“In conclusion,” you say, your voice straining slightly. 

The pressure inside you is climbing, climbing…your muscles are spasming and it feels like your baby’s head is so deep inside you it’s already trying to force your legs apart. You clear your throat, and take a breath.

“In conclusion, I –”

The pressure reaches it’s apex. You almost cry out from the pain. But instead, you feel something break inside you, and to your horror, fluid gushes out from between your legs to splatter audibly on the floor.

There’s a moment of shocked silence. You’re visibly shaking as you look down at the puddle beneath you.

“I – I think my water just broke,” you say softly.

There’s a moment of commotion from your colleagues, but then your husband is on his feet.

“Out!” he shouts. “Everyone, out!”

The small crowd of people quickly head towards the door as your husband rushes straight at you, looking furious.

“You’re in labor, aren’t you?” he demands. “God dammit, I told you that you should’ve stayed home!”

As soon as he’s close enough, you reach for him, barely paying attention to what he’s saying. You pull him close and press your head to his chest, gasping and moaning. The pressure is now the worst it’s ever been, becoming completely unbearable, and without hesitating, you grit your teeth, grab fistfuls of your husband’s jacket, and push.

That heavy weighty feeling deep inside you slides even lower, and you let out a guttural groan, almost of relief, as you finally give in to your body’s demands. You can barely hear your husband speaking to you over the blood rushing through your ears and the desperate noises you’re making (he’s saying something about getting to the hospital), but then realization seems to strike him and he demands, “Are you pushing?”

You can only nod in response as you stop for a moment to catch your breath, before wincing and taking in sharp inhales of air between clenched teeth as your stomach somehow tightens even more.

“Don’t! Don’t push!” he yells, panicking. 

“I can’t!” you grit out. There is so much pain and pressure and weight inside of you, wedged tightly inside your pelvis, and you need to get it out now!

“I can’t, hnngh, god, I can’t, oh god, oh, oh!”

You gasp, feeling something new… You let go of your husband’s jacket to reach under your skirt, and you cry out in shock as your fingers brush against your completely soaked stockings. Your labia is bulgingout from you – the baby’s head is right there!

“Help –!” you cry breathlessly, releasing your husband to reach behind yourself, fumbling with the zipper of your skirt. “Help me get this off!”

Your husband starts to object, but another contraction grips you, making you wail, cutting him off.

“There’s no time!” You grab his hand and force it underneath your skirt, between your barely parted legs. Your husband curses in surprise, his fingers pressing against your opening as it distends outwards from your child’s encroaching head. “The baby is coming now!”

He quickly reaches around to try to unzip the skirt. You fall back against the podium, still desperately trying to separate your legs to make room for your baby. He’s yanking on the zipper, but it doesn’t move.

“Fuck, it’s jammed,” he mutters, but before you can say anything, he slides his hands quickly up your thighs, rucking the skirt up your hips and underneath your enormous belly, allowing you to finallyspread your legs. That action alone makes it feel like your baby drops several inches, almost like it was about to fall right out of you, but was caught at the last minute by your seizing vaginal muscles, the sensation making you yelp in surprise.

You’re leaning back against the podium now, gripping the edge of it, in as wide a stance as you can manage in your heels, bending your knees slightly. You’re panting and whimpering, and all your muscles start to tighten and clench again in another contraction. You throw your head back with a groan, feeling your body heave against the hefty mass of your baby as it slid forward a bit more, and you quickly join in with a desperate push of your own.

You groan even louder as you feel yourself start to spread wide, your parting lips brushing against the fabric of your underwear as your baby’s head starts to crown.

“Oh god, it’s coming, it’s coming!”

You suddenly realize that you still have your panties and stockings on, but your husband is way ahead of you, already trying to tug your leggings down.

“Shit shit shit,” he mutters. The stockings aren’t budging – you hiked them up over your stomach when you were getting dressed earlier this morning, but your pencil skirt is cinched tightly around your hips, preventing them from easily sliding off your legs.

“Oh, get them off, please!” you beg, voice straining from your efforts. They’re so tight against you that they almost feel like they’re pressing the baby back in at the same time you’re trying to push it out.

Your husband lets out a noise of frustration, before dropping to his knees and bunching the stocking in the inside of your left thigh in both hands.

You stop pushing for just a moment, just to take a breath, but your pantyhose immediately drives the baby back into you, and you wail in anguish.

“Get them off, get them off!”

Your husband seems to be trying to rip them open, his nails digging into the fabric, but they’re sliding in his grasp from their sheerness and from being doused in fluids.

Another contraction takes you, hard and fast, and you can barely gasp in a bit of air before you’re pushing again, struggling to force the top of your baby to stretch out your skintight nylons.

“Please get them off!”

“I told you you shouldn’t have worn these!” he shouts, before finally ripping them apart, tearing a hole up towards the crotch. You jump when you feel him hook his fingers into your panties and tugs them to the side, the cloth once again brushing against your most sensitive parts.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. All the anger in his voice disappears instantly, replaced with shock. He stammers out your name, looking up at you. “I – I can see the head!”

You try to respond, but all you can do is nod. You can definitely feelthe head, hard and unforgiving, causing a terrible pressurized burn between your trembling thighs as you try to maintain the push, shrieking and crying out in agony.

The contraction mercifully ends, but you whimper in despair when you feel the baby slide a little back inside you, even without the stockings. You pant, your eyes sliding shut, trying to catch your breath in preparation for your next push. 

God, everything hurts. Your stomach hurts from the intensity of your contractions, your back hurts from the straining weight of your belly, your hips hurts from your baby filling the space between them with it’s seemingly massive body, your legs hurt from having to keep them so far apart, your feet hurt from those stupid high heels, even your throat is starting to hurt from all the noises you’re making.

You suddenly feel your husband’s hand gently rubbing the outside of your leg, startling you. You look down, and he’s gazing back up at you, eyes wide, his other hand still between your legs. Your normally calm, stoic husband looks uncharacteristically scared and excited at the same time.

“The baby’s almost here,” he says. “It’s almost here. You’re doing so great, darling.”

You can’t help but give him a shaky smile, but that quickly turns to a grimace as your uterus tightens painfully inside of you. You gasp as you feel the baby slip out of you a little more, even without you pushing, and you take a deep breath and bear down.

You almost immediately throw your head back, biting back a cry of pain. You’re being spread and stretched and pulled apart, and god, god, it burns so much. You want to stop, you want all of this to stop, but your body bears down anyway, indifferent to your suffering, forcing your huge baby through an opening far too small for it.

“Push! Push, darling!” your husband shouts.

“I can’t! Oh, god, I can’t!”

“Yes, you can! Push!”

You grit your teeth and do as he says, because what other choice do you have? Shutting your eyes tightly, you push with everything you’ve got, the burning sensation magnifying with every centimeter of ground your baby makes.

“Nnngh! Gah! F-fuck, oh god, it hurts!”

“Keep going, love!”

You take a deep breath and heave against your baby as hard as you can, when the burning spikes suddenly and horribly, and an anguished scream is torn from your throat.

“The baby’s crowning!” your husband yells.

You barely register what he’s saying as another sharp spasm immediately shoots through you, triggering you into another involuntary push. You almost instantly regret it, as your baby lurches down and a sudden lancing pain, the worst pain you’ve felt so far, jolts up from between your legs, feeling as if you were being cut open with fire.

“The head’s halfway out!”

You scream in sheer agony, arching your back, tossing your head, and standing up on your tiptoes in your heels. The contraction fades, but to your horror, the searing, stinging pain from your baby’s skull remains, splitting you so impossibly wide that you’re sure that at any moment, your sensitive flesh was going to tear right open. You can vaguely hear your husband yelling at you to breathe, but you can only let out another ear piercing scream and push, desperate to get the head out and end the agony.

Your inner muscles clench and spasm around your child’s enormous head, trying to find purchase, as you struggle to expel it from your tortured body without the aid of a contraction. You’re howling mindlessly from the pain, almost bucking your hips as if to shake the baby free, and for one terrifying moment you think it might be stuck. But then there’s a sudden popping sensation, like a cork from a bottle of champagne, making you gasp. Fluid sprays your inner thighs, and a sudden merciful release of tension and pain floods your system.

You slump back a little against the podium, releasing the edges to catch yourself on your elbows. Your legs are shaking wildly now, and it’s a small miracle you’re still standing up.

“The head’s out! It’s out!”

You try to lean forward to see, panting and gasping, but your stomach is in the way. Your husband has both hands between your legs and you can feel the backs of them brushing against your skin. Something heavy dangles uncomfortably from your body. You’re trembling from exhaustion and effort, you’re drenched in sweat, and your vaginal walls throb painfully against your baby.

“Check –” you manage to stammer out, remembering something from one of the many books you read in preparation for the birth. “Ch-check for the c-cord.”

Your husband grunts in acknowledgement, and you inhale sharply as he slides his fingers between your battered, sensitive lips and the baby’s head. You adjust your stance a little and feel your thigh brush against it, sticky and hot.

“Shit –” he mutters.

You gasp, feeling a contraction start.

“Shit, god dammit –” He says your name sharply, immediately grabbing your attention. 

“What?

"Don’t push.”

Panic grips you, almost as hard as the contraction.

“D-don’t?”

“I think the cord is around the baby’s neck, don’t push!”

You feel your husband’s fingers fumble around, and the pressure inside you starts to grow.

“Ah!” You pant, rocking your hips back and forth, but your husband stops you with one firm grip on your upper thigh.

“Hold still.”

You freeze, your inner walls pulsating and tightening around your baby’s heavy, squirming body as it rotates within you. The sensation is overwhelming, and you tilt your head back, mouth hanging open as you pant desperately.

“Hurry,” you manage to gasp out between breaths.

You’re fighting, fighting against that growing wave of unbearable pressure, with everything you have, but it’s not enough. Your muscles seize up, almost violently, and push against your will, and with the aid of gravity, you feel your labia start to spread apart again.

“Don’t push!" 

"I’m not, I’m not!” you cry breathlessly. “I swear I’m not – I – oh! Oh, god!”

Your body crushes down on the baby again, inching it out of you.

“Oh no, god, please –”

“Hold on –”

“Please, I need to –”

“Ok –”

“I need to push!”

“OK, push!”

And with a great guttural yell, you bear down once again, thrusting your hips forward. Mercifully, your baby starts to slide out of you, one shoulder popping out –

“Oh!" 

– and then the other –

"OOH!”

You shudder, your baby hanging halfway out of you, your body still gripping onto it stubbornly.

"You’re so close, darling, just one more –”

You push your knees apart, drop your hips into a slight squat, and give one final desperate push. There’s an incredible rushing sensation, startling you and making you shriek, followed by a torrent of liquids gushing out from between your legs, and suddenly, all of that pain and pressure is gone.

You’re still somehow standing upright, gripping the podium behind you for dear life. Your head is still tossed back, looking up at the ceiling, mouth hanging half open as you catch your breath. Your vaginal muscles are still weakly clamping and twitching around nothing, sending small shudders through your aching body.

Suddenly, you hear a cry.

Your head snaps down to look, and you see over your still enormous belly, your husband, kneeling on the floor in a puddle of milky pink fluids, the whole front of him completely soaked. 

But there, in his arms, is a baby.

It’s bright pink and wailing, kicking it’s little legs and flailing it’s little arms. Your husband looks up at you, looking completely shocked, and says, in a shaking voice,

“It’s a girl.”

You blink, the words slowly filtering into your mind.

“A – a girl?” you stammer, breathless.

He nods, holding the baby – your daughter– up to you, and as if on instinct, you quickly unbutton your blouse. Once it falls open, you gather your baby in your arms and cradle her against your skin, as she continues to cry in protest.

Your husband falls back onto his butt, resting his arms on his raised knees, his head hanging down. His shoulders are shaking, and you don’t know if he’s laughing or crying. As you watch him, dazed, you vainly attempt to comprehend the magnitude of what just happened. You just gave birthduring a meeting at your job, and your husbanddelivered the baby. You’re standing in 3 inch pumps, your stockings are torn open, your skirt is bunched up around your hips, and your breasts are completely out on display (although still in their bra). Your baby is wriggling against you, wailing loudly, still covered in blood and amniotic fluid and who knows what else, the umbilical cord dangling between you. You’re completely out of breath, your head is spinning from exertion and shock, and you suddenly say out loud to your husband, without even really realizing it,

“I ruined your suit.”

Your husband snaps his head up to look at you, looking absolutely incredulous.

“What?”

“I – I ruined your suit –” you say again.

He bursts out laughing.

“I really liked that suit –” you add, weakly.

He scrambles to his feet, still laughing, and as if in emphasis, wipes his hands on the back of his sleek wool pants, before bringing them to rest on your hips as he leans down to kiss you.

“I love you so much,” he says.

You start to respond, when suddenly the doors to the meeting room burst open and a group of EMTs rush in. Someone must’ve called 911. They all descend upon you and the baby, helping you onto a stretcher, examining the baby, and interrogating you with a myriad of questions (including one EMT, a woman, demanding in shock, “You gave birthinthoseshoes?!”)

You lose your husband in the chaos for a moment as you lay down on the stretcher with your daughter still resting on your chest. Panic grips you, and you call out his name. He’s suddenly there by your side, your hand in his, looking at you as if you’re the only person in the room.

“Don’t leave me,” you say, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable.

He kisses the back of your hand fiercely. “Never.”

“Hey, hey, Mr. Midwife!” one of the male EMTs says jovially, holding out a pair of scissors to your husband. “You did so well delivering the baby, we thought you might like to cut the cord!”

Your husband smiles brilliantly as he takes the scissors with his free hand. The EMT directs him to cut the cord between two clamps, just an inch or so from her belly button, and with a few quick snips, your daughter’s body is separated from your own.

They drape a blanket over you and your baby and wheel you out of the meeting room, past all your shocked colleagues and coworkers, into the elevator and then outside to the ambulance, your husband staying by your side the whole time. Your baby is still mewling and crying, and that same female EMT from earlier suggests that maybe she’s hungry.

Once in the ambulance, you shrug off your shirt and undo your bra, freeing your breasts, and you bring your daughter up to one dark nipple. She instantly latches on and begins nursing, and you gasp in surprise and joy.

You look up at your husband excitedly, who laughs and kisses the side of your head. Now that the shock has started to wear off, an overwhelming sense of love and protection for your daughter has replaced it. You can barely take your eyes off her, you count her fingers and toes over and over again as she nurses. You smooth her little wisps of hair back, the same color as her father’s, as she blinks up at you with eyes that match yours. Your husband traces the curves of her little cheek with his finger, before pushing that same finger against one of her palms, and her tiny hand closes around it.

He kisses you again, his hand stroking through your hair, as he says softly to you, “You were amazing, darling. You were so amazing. I love you so, so much.”

You turn to kiss him on the lips. “I love you, too.” You tilt your head forward to press against his, closing your eyes. “You were pretty amazing yourself. I can’t believe you delivered our baby.”

“Hey, I just caught her. You were the one who did all the work.”

At the hospital, your daughter is quickly whisked away for tests as you deliver the placenta. The lovely staff were kind enough to lend your husband a set of clean, dry, hospital green scrubs. When your daughter is returned to you, she’s all swaddled up, and given a clean bill of health, coming in at 9lbs, 13oz.

“Nine pounds?!” you exclaim as your husband takes her from the nurse.

“And 13 ounces!” the nurse adds, cheerfully. “22 inches long and a head 15 inches around.”

“Oh my god,” you say quietly, completely stunned. “No wonder that hurt so much…”

“You can say that again! Can’t believe you delivered her with no pain medication!”

Your husband sits down in the rocking chair next to your bed, cradling your daughter close as he starts speaking to her, not paying attention to your exchange with the nurse.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says in a sing-song voice. “Hey, you gave us quite a scare today, showing up when you did.”

The nurse checks a few things before leaving you with your new family, insisting you get some sleep.

You lean back against the pillows as you close your eyes, your hands resting on your slightly deflated stomach, listening to your husband speak softly to your daughter. You’re exhausted. There are muscles in your body that you didn’t even know exist that are already starting to ache. You want to stay awake, to watch your husband interact with his first born child, but you can already feel yourself drifting off. Bits and pieces of their “conversation” filter in as you start to doze, but it’s his comment of, “…now that you’re here, Mommy is finally gonna take some time off and relax…” that grabs your attention.

You rouse yourself from sleep as best you can. “Not yet,” you say, your words slurring together.

“Hmm? What was that, darling?”

It takes you a moment to respond as you drift in and out of consciousness.

“’m not taking maternity leave yet.”

You hear your husband laugh.

“…didn’ finish…my quarterly reportsssss…”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“…need to finish ‘em tomorrow…”

He laughs again, but he sounds much more uncertain this time.

“You're…you’re kidding,” he says. When you don’t respond, he repeats more insistently, “Darling, you’re kidding, right?”

But you don’t reply, finally falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The Satellite Campus

Brax Town University was one of the most prestigious schools in the entire country. Excellent staff, some of the best professors in academia, and the most technologically high end campuses in the world. It was natural that it was one of the big universities that people turned to for a groundbreaking solution when the birth rate crisis got worse. The expense of having a child and the infertility age becoming younger every day was no laughing matter.

Brax Town University delivered on the expectations people had but not in the way they expected. They constructed a satellite campus a mere 3 miles away from main that would be wholly focused on its “special” program.

Essentially, anyone 18 or older capable of bearing children would be able to attend, only having to pay for rent and those unable to give birth could take on campus jobs to support the pregnant students for the same benefits. Over the course of the 16 week semesters, students will go through a single pregnancy while they attend classes like normal. Applications and transfer requests for the campus skyrocketed in an instant, thousands itching to get in just for the free tuition.

Ilyana was in awe at the amount of people on the campus after orientation ended. Ilyana was a first year student fresh out of highschool and extremely excited to get accepted by the campus. The pregnancy part awas weird to her and not preferred by her parents, but free tuition was way too appealing to pass up. She’d heard several students remark about their excitement to get pregnant and she couldn’t lie, she was too.

Orientation was fairly standard for the most part until they started getting to the details about our pregnancies. The day after orientation, everyone on campus would have until next week to get pregnant and for that week only, campus attendance could have sex wherever they wanted. Students and adults from nearby campuses and towns were invited to come and fuck the styThey’d offer IVF at health services if people didn’t want to do that but the room of students seemed to shut out that idea immediately.

Ilyana fiddled with the wrist watch. These were supposed to monitor everything pregnancy and health related. It also contained the brax town patented pregnancy acceleration, fertility and inducer drugs. Supposedly, there were certain other functions of the watch that wouldn’t be relevant until it was time to give birth though.

Ilyana shifted through the mingling crowds to the dormitories. Each dorm space would have four people total throughout the entirety of the year. She hadn’t met any of her roommates in person, just on the campus messenger app.

She finally approached her dorm door and opened it to see 3 other students standing in what she assumed was the living room. One was a petite, brown skinned girl with short curly hair wearing narrow glasses. To her left was a red headed girl with freckles spattered across her face. Most noticeable about her, was the extremely low cut chest of her shirt that showed off a good amount of cleavage. Then, sitting on the couch in simple jeans and a shirt was a young man.

“Hello new roomie! My name is Olive,” the red headed girl rushed over and hugged Ilyana tightly.

The young man gave a small saluting gesture. “My name is Lex, nice to meet you.”

Olive released the hug and pointed to the other, timid looking girl with the curls. “That’s Aisha, she just got here before you.”

Aisha gave a small wave. “The other two called the first room, so I guess roomies too.”

“I’m Ilyana, it’s nice to meet you all,” Ilyana said.

The group spent the rest of the night getting to know each other before they would spend the next few months together studying and growing babies.

Olive was here mostly because she always wanted to have a baby. Her highschool boyfriend had broken up with her when they were about to have their first time when she mentioned something along the lines of “put a baby in her”. Even though she assured him it was just a kink thing, it turned into an argument about future kids.

Lex was here because of the free tuition. With the money he would save not paying for college, he planned on completing his transition once he graduated. He said these next 4 years would be the last time his pussy would get any use.

Aisha was here because of her parents. They were pretty rich entrepreneurs that saw opportunities in everything. Brax Town’s prestige and the fact that they could broadcast that their daughter was doing something for the good of humanity was appealing to them and their public image.

The next morning was the start of impregnation week. By the time Ilyana and the other three woke up, they could hear a huge amount of moaning from outside and through the walls of the dorm.

Lex looked out the dorm window to see a couple doing it behind the bushes.

“People just couldn’t wait huh…” he muttered.

“Well maybe we should get an early start too,” Ilyana said, taking a sip from her coffee. The sooner they all got pregnant, the better.

Everyone agreed and went about their ways to find a good person to get them pregnant for the semester.

It had been a few hours since her dorm group split up, and the main campus was still an orchestra of sensual noises and all kinds of orgasms. Ilyana was just going to call it a day and return to the dorm. Doing it in public? Possibly with multiple people? She much preferred to have some privacy. Maybe the library would be best.

Ilyana was walking up the stairs to the library when she heard a familiar voice pitched up into a moan coming from foliage to the side of the stairs. Curious, Ilyana sneakily tiptoed through the brush to see if it was one of her roommates. The moaning and what sounded like wet smacking grew louder as Ilyana snuck closer. Ilyana got behind a tree and looked out to see where the pair was. Her eyes were greeted by a short young woman with brown skin and short black curly hair - Aisha - getting pounded doggy style by some titan of a man wearing a foreign school letterman. Probably one of the off campus boys who were allowed on canvas.

“Oh fuck, babe, I can’t hold out much longer,” the man said, gripping Aisha’s hips harder.

“Oh oh oh oh, cum inside me, CUM INSIDE THIS PUSSY,” she threw her head back as the man thrusted deep into her pelvis. He let out a grunt and Aisha answered with a whimpering cry. Milky white liquid started to drip from between them as they gasped for breath to recover from their endeavor.

With that, Ilyana retreated and snuck back out onto the main stairwell, feeling just the least bit jealous. She thought for a moment that she should go back and maybe join them but thought better of it as soon as she heard them starting to moan rhythmically again.

She continued to the library and found it surprisingly devoid of sexual activity. There were a few campus workers loading the library shelves with new books and stocking the book store with anything a student could need.

She walked up each flight of stairs to the top level, where silent study was contained. There was only one campus worker on the level. He looked like he was taking a break from loading up articles on the shelves. Then their eyes met.

Ilyana didn’t remember the conversation that had got them to the point or how long the two had been up there, but before she knew it, She had tossed her flats off her feet and began shimmying her panties off and the worker was deep inside her.

He pumped into her yearning pussy faster. Ilyana felt his dick tremble with anticipation and started to imagine the next few weeks. She imagined the small yet firm bump that would be at the base of her middle and how its skin would steadily balloon into a fertile, life filled mound. She imagined the baby’s kicks within her and the weight making her belly drop. She thought about her belly button popping out and her skin becoming peppered with stretch marks.

Ilyana felt her once virgin walls clench around the cock as her mind continued to wander. She thought about how big and full of milk her tits would get. The idea of her having to squeeze milk out of them to relieve the pressure inside made her squeeze her currently modest breasts and moan. She imagined the same worker 16 weeks from now bending her over a study table and fucking her as her milk filled tiddies and huge belly hung and jjiggled. She even imagined the intense pressure of the baby coming out of her. The mere thought made her crazed to actually make it a reality.

“Cum inside me! GET ME PREGNANT! FUCK ME PREGNANT,” She screamed in an orgasmic frenzy, her awkwardness escaping with her words.

The student worker grunted and sped up his thrusts. She felt the growing head of his cock impact her cervix in one final stab. A load of warm cum flowed into her like a running faucet and Ilyana’s mouth was agape with the feeling of orgasm washing over her. She drank in what air she could. Their bodies came down from the high and they laid there amidst the books as his thick cum began to seep from her still dick filled vagina.

“Wanna go again?” He whispered in her ear.

Still panting, she nodded and felt a serene sense of ecstasy.

Ilyana finally returned to the dorm after an hour more alone with the employee, stumbling past a few couples doing it in the lobby. She was greeted to the sight of Lex reading a book on the couch with a frustrated look on his face and what sounded like Olive singing gleefully in the shower.

“No luck?” Ilyana asked as she headed for her and Aisha’s room.

“Yes and no,” Lex said, flipping aimlessly through the comic pages. “Only guy I could get to do it with me was just…terrible.”

“Told you, you should have joined an orgy like me,” Olive suddenly came out of the shower in a towel. “Where one disappoints, others can pick up the slack.”

Lex scoffed and returned to reading his book. The door to the dorm opened up slowly, and Aisha came stumbling in. Each step she took looked pained, but she had a look of thorough satisfaction on his face. That guy from earlier must have done a number on her.

“Well, well at least I’m not the only one who got something good today,” Olive said, looking Aisha up and down.

The four spent their evening resting from the day’s events. Played a few games, watched some movies, and gossiped about the people they had ‘fun’ with during the day.

The next morning, Ilyana was awoken by joyous shouting from the bed across from her. She opened her eyes to see Aisha staring at her watch with a big smile on her face.

“I’m pregnant! I did it!” Aisha yelled. Ilyana had completely forgotten how rapid the confirmation would be. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her watch’s health monitor. The words she needed and wanted were there.

“Pregnant”

~

By the end of the week, 100% of the campus student body was pregnant. It started out as a joyous occasion until classes started and everyone started feeling the effects of morning sickness. Surprisingly, even some of the professors were seen running out to the bathroom or throwing up in a bucket mid class.

However, after that first week everything went back to being up beat. Mostly because everyone by the end of week 2 could feel the subtle firmness in their belly. Students were already doing comparisons of their tiny bumps.

Real excitement didn’t hit until around midterms. This week most students would get their ultrasounds of the midpoint of their pregnancy. Ilyana and Olive were the only ones in their dorm who had to stay behind. The campus thought it would be exciting for half the students to go about the rest of their pregnancies with surprise. This made Ilyana nervous as can be though. Her belly was already measuring larger than normal according to the books she read. She had to rely on comfort from Aisha, who was about as big as she was, to ease her worries.

Olive and Lex took being pregnant in stride though. Olive always wore crop tops to show off her growing belly and deep cut collared shirts to present her milk filling breasts. Ilyana was envious of how well and sexy she looked. Lex had the smallest belly out of everyone, so he walked around like it was nothing.

She couldn’t help being just a bit jealous of his easy time of it, but she liked feeling big too. Aisha was the same but she openly complained a lot more than Ilyana, which is exactly what she started doing when the door swung open.

“This baby is going to be huge!” Aisha wailed, holding her pronounced bump.

“Told you it wasn’t gonna all be fluid,” lex said, flipping through the ultrasound photos.

“What about you lex?” Ilyana asked.

“Oh, baby is doing great, just a little small of course”

Aisha plopped on the couch and laid her head on Ilyana’s lap.

“Pushing our babies out in a few weeks is gonna hurt isn’t it,” Aisha said. “Hope yours is at least smaller than mine.

The statement didn’t do much for Ilyana’s nerves. But a part of her hoped Aisha was wrong.

Another chunk of weeks passed and it was finally time. Finals had just ended with much excitement besides a professor having her water break mid testing. It was a sight seeing her deny she’d been in labor and walk out of the test with a large head crowning, but at least that meant they’d get more lenient grades on their finals. Now, Ilyana could just relax and wait for the birth of her baby.

Ilyana’s belly gurgled with the movement of her baby as she laid on the couch. She tried her best to soothe the rolling, taut skin of her overtaxed stomach but it was no use. Ilyana looked twice the size of the others. Her stomach was veiny and had stretch marks sprouting from where her now flat

"I love you, but I wish you wouldn’t make such a fuss,” she whispered close to her womb. A slight contraction tightened her back and bump in retort. Now that finals were over for her, it was only a matter of time before she was pushing out her little one. All of them for that matter were close.

Aisha laid uncomfortably on the couch next to her. Her large baby bump almost dwarfed her diminutive figure in size, her shirt not even able to cover the stretch mark littered underside of her dropped belly. Aisha was a good bit shorter than Ilyana and that made her equally larged sized belly all the heavier on her frame.

“I can’t believe the time is finally here,” Ilyana said as she rubbed her active bump.

“Yeah, finally, time to get this not so little asshole out of me,” Aisha said, holding the stretched out underside of her belly. “I feel like I’m almost 2 weeks overdue here!”

Lex snickered. “You only have your gene’s and your new boyfriend to blame for that.”

Aisha groaned. By tomorrow some or all of them will be in labor with their babies.

The next morning, the start of birth week began. Ilyana woke up to a tense feeling in her abdomen and groaned with the pain. The week prior most of the student body had experienced Braxton’s hicks contractions, but this contraction Ilyana felt was so much more intense. She laid in her bed for a second longer in order to let it pass.

Ilyana looked over to the bed across the room and saw Aisha still sound asleep with her bump protruding from the covers.

Ilyana heaved her swollen form out of bed and put on some sweatpants and a hoodie, the only thing that would cover her belly from the winter air.

She walked out of the bedroom into the dorm living room. It was quiet. Lex usually goes on a morning run around this time so his absence was expected even though he could go into labor at any moment. Olive must’ve made some plans last night for today.

After eating a small breakfast of fruit and toast, Ilyana decided to go out too. As soon as she opened the door she was greeted with a cacophony of moaning and screaming in the hallway. There were two girls at the end of the hall, one sat on a bench with her legs spread wide and another knelt between her legs. The bench girl’s face was red and her super smooth bump was shaded similarly. The other girl grimaced as her pants wetted and started to drip with fluid.

Ilyana would have been worried if the campus didn’t keep such close tabs on the students and babies safety. Medics were probably scattered across the campus and the watches that told them their pregnancy status had early warning systems in place to make sure birth was optimal for both parent and child.

Ilyana felt another contraction course through her belly as she watched the girls. It was almost 30 minutes since she woke up to the first one, but her own watch beeped to confirm in bold text that she was in labor. She rubbed the side of her contracting dome. Ilyana continued to walk away from the two girls and left the dorm.

There seemed to be a bit more commotion outside of the dorms than in. Off to one side of the dorm area, Ilyana saw a girl completely nude, gripping her squatted thighs with a huge head spreading her open. Another girl already had a baby latched to her nipple, but looked like she was trying to push out another. Ilyana heard a guttural shriek as one girl on a gurney was rushed away by the campus medic team with her belly tight and contorted in the air. The next few days would probably be much of the same sights.

Ilyana continued her morning exploration across campus that lasted only an hour or 2 contractions worth of time. She’d almost run into a group of girls and boys having an orgy. If there was one thing Ilyana didn’t feel like doing with a huge baby resting on her cervix, it was have sex. Yet a lot of students seemed to be doing to stave off their labor pains. She wondered if that was what Olive was doing.

When Ilyana waddled near the cross country run path, she saw a young man bent over the railing. Just one look at his form and she recognized him as Lex.

“Hey, Lex!” Ilyana shouted as she made her way awkwardly towards him.

He didn’t answer her. All Ilyana heard as she got closer was a low growl coming from his throat. Lex still had the smallest belly of the 4 girls, but it was both large enough and only covered by a dri-fit shirt tight enough that she could see it change shape with a contraction.

“H-hey, Lex, are you in labor-”

Suddenly a splash of fluid filled Lex’s shorts and trickled down his legs.

“Fuck! Yes, I’m in labor!” He cried out.

“Ok, hold on, let’s get you back to the field area where it’s more comfortable,” Ilyana waddled over and put his arm around her shoulders.

“How long have you been in labor like this?” Ilyana asked.

“It -oooooohhh- it just started suddenly, it feels too fast, I swear I can feel it coming down,” Lex said through gritted teeth while holding his bump.

The pair crossed out of the running path and into the main track and field area. Several girls were on their hands and knees or squatting babies out of their pussies. A medic staff tent across the way was also bustling with activity.

Lex grabbed Ilyana’s shoulder harder as another contraction tore through him. His small belly visibly shrinking under the fabric of his shirt. Lex gritted his teeth under the strain. An on campus medic stationed at the field rushed toward the pair.

“Something doesn’t feel right!” Lex shouted as he collapsed to his knees on the dirt. Ilyana, doing the same, was at a loss at what to do for him other than rub his back in a comforting manner. A contraction of her own started to grip her abdomen. She stifled her reaction as best she could for her friends sake, but a hum of pain still came from her lips.

One of the medics got right to getting Lex’s shorts and underwear off. Lex suffered through another contraction as the medic forced two of his fingers into his squeezing canal.

The medic grimaced. “You’re fully dilated, but your baby is in breech, bum and legs are coming first.”

“AHHHHHHH, FUCK!” Lex screamed holding his stomach.

“Don’t worry, you and your baby will be fine, just nice slow pushes,” said the Medic.

Lex got in his hands and knees then bore down slightly. The medic angled themselves behind Lex and Ilyana continued to rub his back through the contraction. The contraction stopped and Lex stopped pushing while muttering several curses. He remained in this position for 15 minutes until the bottom of his baby reached the opening of his slit.

“I can feel it going through already,” Lex said, rocking his hips. The medic gave Ilyana their water canteen to give to Lex a while ago. He barely got a sip before his stomach became hard as a rock.

Lex bore down again and suddenly yelped. “Shit. It burns!”

“The prosterior and legs are coming at the same time,” The medic spread his already stretching pussy. “Keep pushing, I’ll support the baby.”

From her position, Ilyana could see the beginnings of feet edge out of his pussy.  Lex gritted his teeth and hissed out a breath as the baby spread out his stinging canal. The legs popped out and then the rest of the body slid out to the baby’s elbows that were now stretching him wider than the bum and legs.

“Ahhh fuck, it hurts too much, just pull it out of me,” Lex said weakly.

The medic was already gently pulling while holding the baby up by its torso. Lex felt the contraction start to ebb away and gave one big push to free the arms and shoulders. Now only the head was left.

“You’re doing great Lex,” Ilyana encouraged despite her own contractions getting closer together. Lex answered with a weak thumbs up that was interrupted by what would be the last contraction.

The medic checked the knock of the baby and gave Lex the all clear. Lex screamed out as he pushed the head out of him, fluid and blood started to drip onto the ground. Lex’s belly outlined the shape of his womb as the contraction peaked. The head inched out until Lex gasped in relief and a splatter of fluid hit the ground.

The baby started to wail after the medic gave it a few back rubs. The medic waved down two other medics and they brought over a gurney. Lex had already fallen to his side, panting steadily.

Then the medics loaded up Lex and put his baby on his chest. The pudge of his belly still contracted slightly trying to get the placenta out.

Ilyana didn’t get the chance to say much else to him in the medics rush to get him to the med facility for care.

Ilyana got up awkwardly off the ground and rubbed the underside of her bump, her baby felt so much lower than when she first happened on Lex. The last contraction she had was also a lot longer and more painful.

“Won’t be long now I guess…” she thought looking at some of the other girls on the track nursing their newborns.

Ilyana decided to continue walking around campus in order to progress a bit faster. Girls were laboring everywhere on campus in any position possible. Trying to waddle to the medical center with babies crowning in their pants, cradling their bumps as if it would fall off. An hour or four contractions passed before Ilyana felt tired of walking and decided to rest.

She went to the campus science lecture hall where it was a bit quieter. The seats in the hall were made specifically for pregnant people like her. Ilyana immediately reclined in the seat and rubbed her stomach, the pressure was steadily increasing in her pelvis.

Just as she went to check her dilation, she heard a loud, familiar scream come from one of the nearby lecture halls. Ilyana, curious, heaved herself up to investigate.

The moaning, screaming and the additional oddly placed laughing grew in volume as she got close to a lab hall. She looked through the door window and saw an unsurprising sight.

Olive was bent over one of the lab tables with one of the building custodians deep inside her pussy. Her belly and oversized tits swung with each thrust of his cock. It almost made Ilyana’s pussy ache for that feeling.

Ilyana saw Olive’s belly quiver with a contraction but she didn’t react in pain. It looked like it was turning her on. She started backing on to the man’s dick to force him deeper. He started moving faster and then, a gush of fluid and cum spilled out onto the floor and the man’s crotch.

“Oh my God, you popped me,” Olive said with a quiver in her voice.

“Shit, we should sto-”

“No! You make labor feel so good, put your dick in my ass,” Olive moaned, rubbing her hanging belly and leaking tits. “Fuck me while I push.”

The man looked hesitant, but couldn’t seem to resist the red head’s proposal. He stuck his dick into her plump ass and started thrusting. Ilyana could see Olive’s hanging belly contract further as she started to massage her big breasts and her face cried out in ecstasy.

“She should be just fine,” Ilyana whispered as she walked past the room. Ilyana then decided to go back to the dorm.

Ilyana hadn’t realized how long she’d been out until she got outside, the sun was already starting to set on the campus grounds. The amount of girls on the grounds had decreased a bit.

The walk to the dorm was made more difficult by Ilyana’s hastening contractions and the increased weight on her pelvis. She waddled heavily with one hand on the small of her back out of breath. She opened the door to the dorm to hear someone howl in pain.

Ilyana waddled toward the sound of the screaming. It was coming from the same place as the running shower water. Ilyana opened the bathroom door and saw Aisha in the corner of the shower, legs pulled back to their limit and gigantic orb of her belly squeezed between them. Aisha’s pussy was pushing out into an enormous bulge, yet her opening was still a slim slit.

“Holy shit, Aisha,” Ilyana said in disbelief. Her baby looked humongous trying to crown.

“Oh, Ilyana, it hurts so bad! It’s stuck, it’s stuck!” Aisha howled as her belly visibly contracted. The head came forward ever so slightly and then receded. Tears streamed Aisha’s face along with the shower water. Ilyana waddled over to Aisha and got on her knees awkwardly between her legs. The pressure and seizing of her own stomach made it difficult.

“Aisha, you have to use small pushes,” Ilyana said as she cupped the huge head. “You aren’t wide enough!”

Aisha’s biowatch shifted to yellow. If it went to red, campus EMT’s would be alerted and rush over.

“I can’t wait! I have to push! I HAVE TO PUSH!” Aisha bore down against Ilyana’s palm and the baby’s head started to spread her wide. Ilyana kept her hand firm on the baby’s head, she couldn’t let Aisha tear.

Then suddenly, a contraction stronger than previous ones seized Ilyana’s stretched belly. Something felt different though, there was a lot of pressure building in her canal like a dam ready to burst. Ilyana unconsciously pushed Aisha’s baby back into her in an attempt to brace against her own contraction.

Aisha shrieked and arched her back as she felt her baby recede. “AHHHHHH, STOP ILYA!”

Ilyana snapped back to reality and stopped applying pressure, seeing her friend in pain made the growing puddle in her pants go unnoticed. “I’m so sorry, Aisha,” she said in alarm.

The head started moving forward again and the small slit of her pussy started opening up into a wide ring.

The burn made Aisha grit her teeth and groan. Ilyana’s persisting contraction and seeing her friend in such pain made her anxiety shoot up. “What if her baby was this big,” she thought.

Ilyana couldn’t tell whether or not Aisha’s contraction had stopped at all. Her stomach looked like it was constantly compressing on her.

“FUCK ITS GONNA RIP ME APART,” She screamed as her pussy kept spreading. Ilyana was amazed that it could even contain the head. The flesh around it was quickly losing its color. The head slid forward as Aisha kept desperately bearing down.

The lips pulled outward, gripping the features of the baby’s face. The head slowly but steadily popped out, rubberbanding Aisha’s small lips around its neck.

“You’re doing so good, Aisha!” Ilyana proclaimed, trying to encourage her.

Aisha didn’t seem to register what she’d said at all even if the contraction finally eased off. Her still full stomach heaved with each deep breath she took. Ilyana rubbed her belly soothingly and after a few minutes it started growing hard again. Aisha’s breathing took a faster pace as she prepared to push the shoulders out.

They proved to be just as big as the head. When Aisha bored down her stomach compressed to show the outline of her womb and the lips of her already stretched pussy. She pushed on the top side of her belly to add more pressure on the baby.

Ilyana was in awe at the small girl pushing out such huge shoulders. The body kept moving forward and then finally released with a huge gush of fluid and blood filling the shower floor. Aisha’s belly deflated and she fell back into the shower wall.

Ilyana caught the baby and brought it up to lay on Aisha’s stomach. Aisha vacantly rubbed the baby’s back until it started wailing. Ilyana brought herself to her feet to turn off the showerhead and get something to sever the umbilical cord with.

Getting Aisha and her baby cleaned up wasn’t an ordeal Ilyana should’ve been doing with the pain from her stomach down to her pelvis increasing, but it was the least she could do, she thought. She’d found a first aid kit in the dorm with the needed supplies and went to work.

After getting her to bed and making sure she and the baby were fine, Ilyana left Aisha to tend to her baby and went to the living room to lay down. Just then did she notice the huge wet patch on the crotch of her sweatpants. The dorm was quiet with Lex still at campus med and Olive probably dealing with a crowning baby and dick going in and out of her ass. Night had fallen and it had been at least 8 hours since her contractions started. She reached a finger into her puffy hole to find that she was 9 centimeters dilated. No wonder the pressure felt so great.

Ilyana waddled out to the dormitory’s open area garden with a large blanket and the first aid kit. There weren’t any windows that looked into it so it was fairly private aside from the possibility of people walking in through the doors. She sat down on one of the cushioned benches and groaned as she angled herself to take off her drenched pants.

She pulled her hoodie over head. Her stomach reddened and was slightly lopsided with the downward shift of her baby and the increasing intensity of her contractions. Ilyana let out a yelp when she suddenly felt another contraction build on her and something hard pressed onto her cervix. The intense urge to push came with it.

Ilyana gave in immediately to the urge and tucked her chin into her chest, giving an all mighty push, her enlarged dome squeezing even tighter. The head of her baby slowly pressed in and out of her cervix, Ilyana let out a pained grunt as the head entered her birth canal. Once the contraction eased, Ilyana could feel the top of the baby’s head at the exit of her vagina.

Ilyana leant back fully on the bench while she tried to catch her breath. She felt so full with the baby now that the body was in her canal. This was exactly what she thought it would feel like weeks ago during impregnation week. Ilyana gripped the underside of her bump, massaging at the pressure heavy surface. Right now she knew exactly how Olive felt when she was giving birth, that subtle feeling of pleasure.

A band of steel seized her round, sweaty gut yet again. Ilyana took a deep breath and pushed downward with all her might. The lips of her swollen opening began to bulge and a sharp burn started to course through it. The stinging pain made Ilyana recoil.

She could feel the head spread apart her lips and begin to rotate inside her. Ilyana expected her baby to feel a lot bigger, but she dared not to wish for that after seeing Aisha birth. She was still in a lot of pain despite feeling just a bit horny from it all. She slid her hand past her bump and felt the beginnings of the head open her up as she pushed, fluid squirting out as she did so.

“Ooohhh, c'mon baby, that’s right,” she moaned. The head kept spreading and spreading until it slid out with a healthy bit of fluid. Ilyana gasped as a bit of the pressure released. The contraction still persisted though. Ilyana curled forward as best she could in order to see her baby’s head.

There was no cord around it so she curled further around her stomach and pushed down on the baby while holding the head. The shoulders slid out with surprising ease. Ilyana breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure released and her large belly shrunk slightly.

The baby started crying healthily while she did her best to drape the blanket over it. She tied and cut the umbilical cord and tried her best to stand on her feet and get back to the dorm before the placenta fell out of her.

Suddenly, another vice pressed itself on her as she walked out of the open area. Ilyana thought it was just her body trying to expel the placenta, but something hard opened her already spread cervix. The pressure, the pain, and the need to push all came rushing back as the contraction peaked.

“No way,” she looked down at the baby she was holding as she gripped the underside of her belly. “It looks like - ahhhhhh - you have a twin - ooooooooh!”

She put her first baby down and a loud moan erupted from her throat as the huge mass bore down through your canal. Her hand clutched the hard surface of her fecund mound and she collapsed to her knees as the pressure and exhaustion from the first birth made itself known. Ilyana instinctively pushed the child down her canal. It already being stretched and worn made it find its way through her vaginal opening quite fast. She soon felt the familiar feeling of the baby’s head spread her open and the burn of the ring of fire made her face scrunch up, turning red.

“Ooooooh, please, ahhhhhhh come out,” the head felt slightly bigger than the first and it made her under stretched pussy feel like it was going to split. She kept bearing down until the head came shooting out and then the shoulders quickly to their place. The contraction ceased torturing Ilyana’s belly and swollen canal.

She gasped for air and checked the baby’s neck. Clear. She bore down hard, and the larger baby’s shoulders started sliding out of her. Fluid and blood leaked from her wide pussy as the rest of the body slid out.

Ilyana fell back on her ass as she held her surprise 2nd baby. It started crying just like its sibling as she placed it next to them. Ilyana tilted to the side and laid on the ground with them. She was exhausted from today. She really just wanted to sleep.

But even more so after today, Ilyana couldn’t wait to have 7 more semesters of this.

Tag me as sapphic

Imagine a bride walking down the line isle.

Not horribly huge but enough to ensure the birth is coming sooner than she thought.

Now imagine an x-ray od said bride witn a massive child that is head down on her pelvis walking down the isle

Each step a small contraction forcing a enormous offspring down a pettite opening

Now imagine the bride forced to stay upright while shes crowning

And when all is said and done the bride huffing and puffing to keep the child in her womb while the groom and his men take turns fucking all of her holes

And in the morning a exhausted bride with her offsprings head barely outside having to push harder and harder because the sun is rising and the day coming she can’t birth.

Now she is screaming and crying while the priset is trying to hold off her enormous baby.

Next day she is forced in a pool to stand while her groom shows off the size of his offspring

Aftet a shriek loud and clear the head is out.

The milkmaid comes and helps her out of the pool

Each step a small ecream

Each scream a tiny push

The calf is half out

The milkmaid helps her deliver but again the shoulders are stuck

So another day in the pool forced to float and scream when the calf reaches for the milkmaids tit

The groom forces her on to dry land where the calf finnaly drops.

Sadly he is fertile and has friends .

See you when the nuntaplates are about to be born

#373-10 I think. First time posting so don’t mind me.

Making his was through the crowded ballroom, Everett quickly got to serving the guests their drinks, paying little mind to the stares he got at his abdomen. He’d long gotten used to the stares and off remarks people made when they saw him in such a state, as if ‘fat’ butlers weren’t a thing. Or maybe it was because of the shape, how much it resembled that of a pregnant woman. He couldn’t blame them really. Being close to 9 months with twins as a guy was something of an eye catcher even when people didn’t know. After all, boys couldn’t be pregnant.

His body had experienced some aches and cramps for the entire day but he attempted to keep his composure at least until it was time to head out for the day. “Not now, not now.” He muttered as he felt the movement of one, or both, of the twins. One of his colleagues looked over, sensing the boy’s anxiousness had stepped around. “Maybe you shouldn’t stress yourself like this, or at least sit down.” He said while assisting the group Everett was supposed to be helping. “I’m fine.”

Ironically, a cramp had him just then, as he breathed heavily in an attempt to cope. The feeling of a warm liquid running down his left leg had shook him, and soon created a bit of a mess onto the floor. His water had broke, and of all times to do it his babies decided now was the golden opportunity. The older man, Rowan, slightly nudged Everett whilst handing him a towel. “Why must you be so clumsy?” Everett clenched his stomach with one hand whilst cleaning the mess with another. The contractions were getting harder and harder to ignore as he felt them move down in his belly. At this point, he decided that he’d face the consequences later. He wasn’t about to give birth in front of such an audience, as he squeezed his way past quickly. Placing one hand on the wall as he released a very audible yelp at the feeling of another contraction. On came the eyes and sudden attention. This was going to be a long day.

The Andersons were your typical well off family who resided in a manor about an hours drive from the city. They made most of their money via your usual ‘big pharma’ and those of the sort. They consisted of two loving-ish parents, 2 brothers and 1 sister, and the grandmother who always seemed to stay in her room for most of the day. As for Everett, his family wasn’t poor but not in the best of conditions. Everett was originally born a female but raised to be male so that he could fit the Anderson’s standards. It was something he wasn’t aware of for the longest time. He wanted to save enough to get him and his siblings to college, and rid his parents of burden by getting a good job.

Que Mr. Anderson. A man in his late 40s who seemed to have a struggling marriage with the Mrs. It was obvious to pretty much all of the house staff, but nobody said anything. You’d be better off minding your business when it came to the actual family. Mr. Anderson had long been aware of the boy’s financial troubles and had offered him up a deal: A large increase in pay in exchange for being able to use him for sexual favors. At first, he turned it down because of how stupid and foolish it was. However, he just couldn’t resist the moves made by Mr. Anderson forever, as the two hooked up. Feeling the hands of another man on his was something he hadn’t known he longed for, let alone being fucked. The memory was hazy, but he remembered how it felt to be taking in the size and pain as Mr. Anderson had penetrated his body, and staring up at his chest and aged body too. His regrets about it were made clear.

Three months in, he remembered looking down at his stomach as it finally started to take shape. Granted it wasn’t noticeable yet but it would be hard to hide soon enough. He was confused on what he should do, because going to Mr. Anderson about it wasn’t an option and he just didn’t have the heart to go through with an abortion either. And he couldn’t just take time off work to take care of the babies either. As far as everyone else knew, he was a boy and couldn’t get pregnant. By month 4, he had started receiving the remarks about watching his weight and what he ate, both by his colleagues and the family. Whenever they had guests over it became more embarrassing, as they had no issues making jokes about the topic. He just stayed silent, knowing it would work out somehow. On one occasion, Mrs. Anderson walked in on Everett changing. About 7 months this time around.

She looked at the bump, toward Everett, the bump again and back to Everett before she then left. Maybe he’d be fine if she didn’t see one of them kick? It was hard to manage both the pregnancy and his duties as a butler, but he remembered why he did it in the first place, straightened out his clothing and went downstairs with the others.

Back in the present.

If there was a button to press that could make yourself invisible, he’d push it immediately. The stares and sudden silence that filled the room was intense. “Shit shit shit..” He rushed out. If the labor wasn’t hard enough to deal with, the embarrassment from a scene with dozens of people was the final blow. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d have to find somewhere to give birth safely, and settled with a bathroom far from the main ballroom. Sinking to the floor with a mix of pain and the feeling of stupidity, On one hand, it was for a good cause. For another, it was something that involved a married man and having to bear two children as a result. Too late for that I suppose.

The first one started crowning, although it was hard to work with the bump in the way. It was like being torn open from the waist down with each new contraction. He at least felt the baby move down, and kept pushing until he had to stop and breathe. He tried to keep his voice to a minimal but yelling out was sometimes what happened. Can’t hold it in forever. This was a painfully slow process, as he felt his body contract and force it’s effort onto the hole the baby was about to pop out from. He leaned his body up against the wall for support, as he felt the head start to finally make progress and was exposed. He moved his body in a way that hopefully help the contractions go quicker. Everett bore down as the torso began to slide out. “If you wanted to be born so badly, why be so stubborn?” He asked looking down as if the baby could hear him. It stung badly, and was hard to keep going, yet he pushed on, bearing down with each contraction and breathing heavily until the baby was finally out.

Everett stared for a moment, as the baby laid on the floor, seemingly twitching to life. It was strange. He held the baby in his arms, it was a girl. He smiled, sweat and tears coming down his face. The contractions would start back up soon though, as he tried to get himself into a better position. The 2nd twin quickly stole the spotlight with another contraction just after the first was birthed. “Here we go again.” He shifted his body with the 2nd as it came time to push once more. Just then, and completely unannounced, Mrs. Anderson burst into the room, followed by two of the house staff. His eyes burst wide open as he held the newborn whilst looking at them. “Uhm.. surprise?” He announced awkwardly while being hit with another contraction. She was just as shocked as he was. Shortly followed, an ambulance was called to take the two to the hospital, where the 2nd child, a boy, was born, and the cords were properly cut. Holding both of them in his arms was a feeling he had never experienced prior to this. Maybe it was carrying them for so long and just now seeing them and being able to hold them. After having them taken to the nursery so he could rest, he decided to find a job outside of anything involving a butler.

(ModNote: Please read the tags on this story carefully as it features heavy scenes of rape and humiliation.)

It’s been a long long time but I wrote a pregnant mobster story Called “Right Hand Man” WAaaAAY back when and decided to write another self-indulgent fic uwu. Hope you guys enjoy and let me know if you want me to continue!- Leo

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Being a celebrity was difficult as it was. Going out into the public wearing regular clothing wasn’t as foolproof as you thought. Especially carrying a few dozen or so eggs in you. Over the months you had grown larger, around four you had to hide away in your home, you were larger than what most carried and never did you want your scandalous secret to go out into the public. Stress wasn’t good for the eggs and reading tabloids that made up conspiracies about your disappearance didn’t help as well. But enough was enough. No one would suspect you being massively pregnant. Would they? So far no one recognized you on the street. You wore a wig, a baggy sweater, and a long skirt. Of course you shouldn’t have snuck out of the house so close to your due date but you couldn’t help it. You needed to get out. Even if just for an hour. 

You went to a coffee shop and sat down in the far corner reading another magazine article about your disappearance. Happily you sipped on your coffee and felt a pang deep within your stomach. It was happening all morning and you thought nothing of it. This time it was worse though and it worried you. Maybe you would make it home in time for the birth. You closed the magazine and pretended to finish up your drink but soon you realized you were being watched. You lowered your coffee before they came over. But it was too late. The paparazzi knew it was you. They were ready with their phones to take pictures and soon fans spun around to look at you. They chanted for your name and told you to look into the camera. They asked you who the father was. Another pang came to your side as the stress came over you. You groaned, widening your legs as the pressure became too much all too suddenly. You felt something give way in your lower pelvis, water gushing forth from your heat and down your legs. You groaned struggling to get up from the booth but your belly was in the way. You barely made it out, a paparazzi taking you by your skirt. You didn’t care that it ripped. You had to get away. You rushed out of the coffee shop the best you could, fighting the clamping sensation around your belly. You had to stop as a contraction ripped through you. You felt like a boulder was sitting in your pelvis, giving you the false idea to push. You groaned, clawing at the brick wall next to you. “No, no, no!” You chanted face twisted into pain From around the corner you heard the paparazzi catching up to you. Luckily the contraction went away and you could start running once again. But with each step more fluid ran down from between your legs. Something was coming out. You cried out in pain coming to a stop in an alleyway. You covered your mouth as the crowd of people rushed by you. Thankful you bought enough time you traveled further into the alleyway. You stopped once more crouching into a squat as another contraction took hold. More liquid that surrounded your eggs poured from your heat as something heavy knocked into your unprepared cervix. “No…please, no…oh god…” You rasped holding your twitching belly. You could feel the way the eggs clacked against one another, the way contractions forced them to stir within you. Your womb was filled to the brim. Finally you fell onto your hands and knees rocking back and forth as the contractions came closer. Your stomach gurgled and shifted as you tried to stifle your moans. Your fingernails clutched the surface of the damp ground. The first egg assaulted your cervix forcibly opening you wider. You couldn’t help it. A cry that started in your throat was released as a wail as the egg forcibly opened you up. Your pussy bulged outward as a light blue shell was seen from between your puffy pregnant lips. Fluid continued to drip from your hole and along the underside of your belly. You were thankful you didn’t wear underwear. “Oh god…oh god please…” You begged tears in your eyes. Slowly it continued to spread you open forcing you to spread your knees wider. The tip was now out and had paused at its widest width. You felt like you were going to split or tear but miraculously you didn’t. The egg slowly pushed forward with another grunt and push and came out with a squelch of amniotic fluid. You collapsed on your side in exhaustion clutching your still too filled belly. Breaths came out of you in short pants. Sweat beaded your forehead. Another egg was already in place. And not only that an anal egg was ready to be birthed. You clasped a hand over your mouth, tears in your eyes as they slowly descended to be birthed from your holes. With one hand you raised your leg by your thigh, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gave birth both analy and vaginally. The blue eggs slowly widened you, further and further, gooey fluid gushed from around the eggs as they popped out of you one by one. When they were free you lay there exhausted and somehow so very turned on. Somewhere from the opening of the alleyway you heard a voice but at this point you didn’t care. The pain was mixing with the pleasure. And even as the paparazzi found you and said their words of disgust. You could see the arousal in their pants. The women even began to circle their clits. Flashes from the camera blinded you as you tried to get away murmuring to not look. You tried getting onto all fours once more but another contraction ripped through you and you moaned loudly. One of the men stepped forward with a grin shoving your face into the ground so your ass was presented perfectly. “No one will know about this if you do us one favor.” You knew what was coming. He rammed his cock into your swollen and battered pussy and you cried out. Another cock was forced into your mouth before you could protest. Around the large cock you whimpered and moaned. Your eyes looked up to the man who held a camera down at you. Disgust was betrayed with lust and suddenly you didn’t seem to mind. Deep down you knew you were made for this. To be used, and bread, and constantly filled with eggs. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the man shoved his cock down your throat, bulging your neck as he did so. “Such a good little whore.” Your eggs continued to press further and further against your pussy. But the cock in you stopped any progression. You moaned in frustration and pain, but the man face-fucking you only cooed at the vibrations you were making. “Fuck, I can feel it in you. What the fuck did you do you little whore?” The man gripped you around your swinging belly, his balls slapping hard against your clit as he slammed into ruthlessly. “Fuck it’s right there…you feel so good around me. Fuck…!” His pace became messy as he came in you. His heat made your stomach cramp up and to your horror your stomach gurgled. You widened your eyes trying to push the man you were sucking off away before he came too. But he forced you to take his cock balls deep as he painted your throat with his load. You held your stomach as you sobbed around his cock. Before your eyes your stomach grew larger, the eggs growing in size. “What the fuck?” One of the women said. “Holy shit.” You sobbed freely as the eggs grew and grew with both loads swimming in your belly. When the cock was pulled free from your mouth you raised yourself onto all fours choking and gagging for air. “Please-!” You said. “No more…or I won’t be able to-” You couldn’t say another word. Another cock was forced into your mouth. “Suck it bitch, we had an agreement.” You looked up to the man with teary eyes and he smiled down at you cupping your cheek. “Don’t be sad baby…we’ll make sure you feel nice and good when this is over.” He slapped you harshly and you groaned in pain. A scream left your throat as the egg that was being prevented from being birthed was now rushing out of you. You widened your legs and bore down with all you had, screaming around the cock in your mouth. You were seeing stars as the egg became lodged in your pelvis. “Sarah, help her out. I can’t use her hole like that!” A man said angrily. The woman was under you the next moment licking and sucking at your hole that was spread wide by an egg. She rubbed her own clit as she sucked your poor swollen nub. “Come on baby…celebrity or not we told ya we would take care of you…we don’t mean to be mean.” She hummed. As you continued sucking off the cock in your mouth your body convulsed and contracted around the egg keeping you wide and open. Your only saving grace was the buildup of your own release that the woman below you was creating. It didn’t take much. The growing wave was enough to push and pop the egg free. But as soon as it was out you were left with a finish, squirting and trembling. The woman chuckled sucking up every drop. “Did you cum around that fat egg?” She cooed, hands circling your ass to open it wider for the man complaining about the egg blocking his way. “Too bad.” You screamed around the cock in your mouth as a larger one was slammed into your asshole. Just as you screamed, the man finished in your mouth. “Don’t you dare waste a single drop. Swallow it all.” You were forced to swallow the bitter fluid down and in doing so your belly moaned and skin creaked as angry stretch marks spiderwebbed along the bottom of your belly. “She’s like a fucking cow.” The man behind you jammed his cock as deep as it would go and to your horror came his load in you as well. You cried out and held your belly as the impossible limits were pushed. Your belly button that wasn’t popped before now was. Your tits had grown and were now spewing milk. The woman was below you ready to suck on each one with pleased hums. “Come on, this isn’t so bad is it, mommy?” The cock in your ass felt raw and painful and the egg that was so much larger than you could birth was bearing down on your pussy walls. You swallowed the remainder of the load that was in your mouth and pulled off. “Please…please, it’s too big. I can’t…it’s gonna split me in two. H-Help me…I need to-” The feral groan that turned into a scream left your throat as your next egg pushed forward and pressed against the cock you were taking. “Please! St-stop no more!”

The woman below you held your still gigantic and swinging belly steady. “That’s it you bitch, cum on my cock and the fucking bastard I put in you.” That made something in you moan loudly. The man behind you wrapped your hair around his hand and pulled it back. You continued to grunt and moan on each contraction that pushed the egg out of you further and further. “Oh god, it’s splitting me in half. My fucking-my-!” You yelled again as the widest part of the egg faced outward. Your legs were forcibly pushed apart by the expanse of the egg, rubbing against your pelvis bone. Red swollen pussy lips were now stretched white, your swollen clit a barely noticeable nub at the top of your opening. Your asshole winked open and closed as you attempted to force the egg out of you. “Please help me. Please, it hurts. God it hurts…” The woman under you smiled, continuing to suck your milky tits. “How about we try again?” The woman said, wrapping her mouth around your clit once more, gently cupping the large egg that was splitting you in two. She suckled, moaning in pleasure as she circled her finger around your pulled too tight white lips. “Please, oh fuck…please, I’m going to split!” Your voice echoed. The woman under you sucked your nub harder and pressed a finger past the egg to assist you. It was enough to have a sudden finish come crashing over you. The egg jolted forward and fell onto her lap. She pulled off of you, gently cupping your ruined pussy. “There you go, babe. Got anymore in you?” She rubbed the underside of your belly so very lovingly, nudging her nose against your swollen belly button.

You had no energy left in you and for now the eggs that clacked in your stomach grew. You collapsed onto your side and twitched with the after waves of pleasure. “Because…” The woman now by your side was grinning and looking up to the men around you, stroking their half hard cocks. “It looks like they do.”

Accidental Cambirth 

You’re a cam model. A very popular one at that. Before taking a hiatus, you were ranked within the top 10 of cam models in the world. The reason for your hiatus is the life currently growing inside of you. You and your partner thought it best to take a step back from streaming in order to focus on your pregnancy but you missed streaming and with your pregnancy reaching its end you wanted all of your fans to see you live at least once. 

You are currently 39 weeks pregnant with a very big baby girl and it showed. Your stomach was smooth aside from the stretch marks that were scattered across your underbelly and your belly button poked out like a large knob. Being so late into pregnancy made it so that your belly was settling low to the top of your thighs and you had to spread your legs every time you sat down to make room for it. 

You sit down in front of your computer and webcam, your subscribers start flooding in immediately to see your big belly. You moan a bit as you insert your Bluetooth vibrator into your swollen pussy. You haven’t used it since before your hiatus so you’d forgotten how intense it would vibrate when you’d get donations.  

A mere ten dollar donation made your stomach contract when the vibrator stimulated you. You moan softly at first, but you soon get pulled into flicking your clit with the continuing sensation. You still had a week until your due date, so the contraction didn’t scare you. It must’ve just been Braxton’s or the sensation triggering some. You rub oil all over your large breasts and belly. That seemed to get your audience riled up even more, bringing on more stimulation and contractions. Oh how you missed this.

Three hours pass. Your now completely nude with your milk engorged breasts rest on top of your bump and your swollen pussy exposed to the public. You begin to bring the stream to an end by challenging your subs to make you squirt. your loyal subs started donating various amounts just to see you cum on live.  Each donation made you moan loudly, your belly heaving with each sensual breath. Your stomach seized with each one as well, just like it had earlier in the stream, but you decided it was nothing. You’d worry about labor if your water broke and you still didn’t feel any sign of that happening. 

Another string of sizable donations comes in. Your tight stomach undulates with the tightening of your muscles and the movement of your child. They’ve been getting stronger as time went, but you were still unconcerned. 

“Oh shit, you guys might make me give birth!” You say jokingly as another one passes even without getting stimulated by the vibrator. The contractions are getting closer too but your waters still haven’t broken and this always happened when your partner was in the process of making you cum. 

As soon as you say it, a one thousand dollar donation comes in and your vibrator activates wildly. Your eyes and mouth go wide, you throw your head back as the vibration stimulates your clit and wet canal with an electrifying intensity. Your stomach and back seize hard and you recoil into your chair as your pussy throbs with ecstasy. 

“Hooooly fuck, guys oooooohhhh” you gasp, grabbing hold of your large belly with one hand and swiping at  your clit with the other. You were in pain, but you couldn’t resist. It was fine, you weren’t in labor yet. 

More donations come through. All varying sizes. Five hundred dollars. Fifty dollars. Three hundred dollars. Seventy dollars. The donation alarm was a siren. The vibrators strength increases and lowers, but never stops. Just like the pressure within you that you’ve been ignoring. You kept telling yourself it was just the weight of the baby on your pelvis. You weren’t entirely wrong. Something fleshy had been pressing it out of your cervix for a while now but you were ignorant to it. 

A one hundred dollar donation was the one that did it. You buck your hips in the air, still furiously rubbing at your clit and fluid bursts from your labouring canal. You keep rubbing in spite of that, howling in orgasm. Your belly heaves with your breath and the start of a contraction. 

“Oh my God guys, you -ooough- made me squirt so muuuuuuhhhhch,"  your words are jumbled by a sudden hard, ball-like mass spread open your cervix. The contractions you’d been having increase in intensity, causing you to grip your belly hard. 

"Hoo, hoo, hoo. guys I think it’s time for a bre-" 

Another donation comes in and the vibrator bursts to life, stimulating your sensitive spot again. Pain and pleasure mix, but the only thing keeping you from flicking your clit again is the intense desire to push. 

"W-wait guys I think I mi- OOOOOOUGHH!" 

You howl as another large donation comes through. Your stomach seizes on you harder and the downward pressure inside your pussy starts to make you panic. You frantically search for the end of the vibrator to pull it out, but another donation comes in, making your stomach turn into an even tighter ball. Your nails dig into the stretch marks of your underbelly and your chair, giving into your instinct to push. You feel the head go through your canal speedily and start pushing  the large vibrator out of your pussy. Just as it exited, another large donation came through, sending a shock through your body. 

"I’M HAVING MY BABY!” you scream and push. Your canal quickly filled and stretched with your baby. You must have been in labor throughout the stream. Your pussy begins to bulge and you can feel the head start to spread it out.You arch your back as an intense burning sensation takes over your crotch. Everyone on the stream could see the huge head of your baby crown and thin out the skin of your wet pussy. 

You bear down again and the head bursts forth with a large gush of fluid. You recoil from the release of pressure and fall back into the seat of your chair. The shoulders didn’t wait for you to catch your breath and started to slide out as well. 

You quickly move to catch the baby as you feel the shoulders shoot out from your slit. Fluid gushes out and your belly deflates, your big baby squirming in your hands. You bring the baby up to your bare and still oiled chest.

The chat was going ballistic from what they just witnessed. You gasped for air while watching more donations come in. People seemed to enjoy watching you give birth. 

Your baby started to cry loudly into your chest and you heard the garage to your house open. Your partner would have a very big surprise when they got into the house. 

A helping hand

(By Birthandsex)

Oliver was on a small gathering at a friends beach house. He started to talk to Sophia, a blonde girl with long hair and a big round pregnant belly. She was the prettiest girl in his neighborhood but never ended up talking to each other because he was 19, two years younger than her, and most important Sophia was daughter to his coach. Oliver had no idea if she had a boyfriend. She was wearing a red satin dress with a nice cleavage, showing off her pregnant curves, and looked very sexy. Oliver was tall, broad shoulders and a well trained body. Oliver looked good and he knew it and but he was a little bit shy among people. He intended to use all his charm to impress Sophia tonight. Oliver couldn’t get his eyes from her as they walked in to the backyard together. She was really glowing and that belly looked enormous on her otherwise fit and feminine body.

They sat down at a little table started to talk with two other guys they knew from the university. They were just talking, nothing special, but Sophia had gotten up and reached over the table to get a snack from the other side and when she went to sit back down Oliver saw his chance and pulled her into his lap and laid his hands on her big belly to keep her in place. Sophia was too taken aback to say anything. Her big belly spilled into her lap, all her pregnancy weight pressed her ass against his cock and Sophia began to wiggle her butt on his cock through the thin fabric of their clothing as the talking continued. This was the first time in his life he touched a pregnant belly. He had only watched on the internet before. Over the next minute or so Oliver slowly felt his erection grow, very eagerly poking her firm ass. Sophia stopped moving for a few seconds as the baby kicked violently and turned to Oliver. Oliver’s eyes grew large when he felt the baby’s kicks and movements inside her belly at the same time as she started to wiggle her ass again on his growing erection. Sophia whispered she felt like the baby wasn’t the only one who wanted to come out. Oliver closed his eyes and grabbed her belly harder unconsciously when he felt like he was going to explode right in front of everyone. He whispered to her to stop moving and tried to stop her. When she saw Oliver’s desperation and the risky setting they were in she smiled at him and continued to move her body as she grabbed his hands to release some of the pressure and guided them all over her roundness in circles. Oliver’s throbbing erection started to arouse her more and she continued to tease him. She whispered to him if he needed a helping hand as she felt the big head of his cock tease her pussy. Oliver gasped and gave her a smile as he nervously moved his hands to her hips and than back to her big belly.

After a few minutes, the other guys at the table went inside to get more drinks, and as soon as they were out of earshot she asked Oliver if he knew what cockwarming is. He said he didn’t, so she happily obliged. Sophia reached down and palmed the bulge in his pants and squeezed gently, feeling his bulge grow even more. She unzipped him, and his big cock immediately whipped against her thigh. Sophia pulled out his big cock and balls from his underwear, and stroked him a few times until he was really hard. Oliver looked around nervously shuddering, this stuff was to risky for him to handle. He was pretty generously endowed, the biggest she had ever seen, which was an issue because usually she needed time to adjust to larger sizes, but the other guys was gonna come back any second. She was already dripping wet from the tease of his erection against her in his pants, so she lifted the dress a bit, pulled her panties to the side, and lowered herself on him till she was sitting in his lap again. Because she was sitting on him with her full weight, Oliver reached places no man had ever done. Sophia bite her lips when she felt every single vein on his big cock when it stretched her inner walls and the big head of his cock nudge against her cervix. It was a few painful minutes for Sophia until she adjusted. Oliver was incredibly tense and his breathing was very labored. He grabbed her belly, reached for her breasts and moaned against her neck when he felt some movements and kicks in her belly. Sophia moaned and took Oliver’s hands before he reached her leaking tits and let him rub her belly through the tight fabric instead as his thick But both of them knew they had to do this without anyone seeing. Sophia sitting in his lap was already suspect. The other guys came back with more drinks, and they had to act as naturally as possible. Sophia was fine, she had almost adjusted, but Oliver wasn’t doing so good. Heavy breathing, sweating, tense, and not talking at all. He got in a few hip rolls and small upward thrusts when the other guys wasn’t looking, and Sophia found his desperation adorable. She helped him out a bit by lifting herself a bit to grab more snacks from the table and sit back down, moving her pelvis to tease him, and grinding when no one’s looking.

Sophia’s friend come by and asked if she was nervous about the birth. She stood next to them and laid her hands on Sophia’s big belly. She moved her hand over the round belly, looking for some baby movements before she sat down next to them on the ground. She complimented Sophia and told her she really got something big inside of her, then she smiled and blinked at Oliver.

Oliver swallowed hard and reached for his drink, this was to much for him, the girl must have meant what they were doing right now and not Sophia’s baby.

Sophia moved her hips in a circle gently and when none of the other watched she moved up and down slowly. The girl rubbed her belly when she saw the baby kick. Sophia moaned in pain but most of pleasure and rubbed her belly. Oliver swallowed hard again and tried to prevent himself from coming.

The girl kept talking to them and they rubbed Sophia’s belly in an attempt to feel the baby kick. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her lower back and her belly became hard as a rock. She arched her back and moaned as the people around them looked terrified. The girl dropped her hands from her belly and sat down on a chair, watched when Sophia wiggled her body in pain and Oliver’s struggle to hold her still.

Oliver couldn’t think straight as Sophia’s tight pussy clenched tight around his thick manhood, pumping him.

Everyone at the table asked her if she was about to give birth now. If they should call her parents or the ambulance.

Sophia shook her head and insisted it was just false labor pains. Oliver had a hard time now and tried to stop her from moving but more irregular cramps hit her. The only thing that eased the pain at the moment was Oliver’s cock massaging her tight pussy, soon she could feel herself getting closer to an orgasm. Sophia’s friend suggested that .

After a few minutes of this, he suddenly became more stif and rigid and Sophia felt his cock grew larger and harder before pulsating. Then the wet feeling. He’d just cum in her. Usually she would be upset since there was no condom, but this was her idea, she was pregnant already and way too into it. It wasn’t like they could just get up and take care of it, they had to wait till they were alone again. Oliver groaned quietly biting his lip while he kept going for several seconds, filling her up, and she was worried it was gonna spill out. It was obvious he hadn’t had any action in a long while. She turned to him and his eyes oozed sex long way when he gave her a smile. Oliver shot two more loads deep inside her already filled pussy when they looked at each other. After about 20 minutes of sitting there, filled to the brim with cock and semen, both of them felt some of the cum leaking out and making his crotch all wet. Oliver’s erection started to subside inside her pussy and more cum leaked out. When people finally started to go from the table, Oliver started apologizing for coming inside of her and Sophia grabbed a napkin from the table and tried to wipe up all the cum, but it was useless since more dripped out. Sophia smiled, staring at his wet semi hard cock, and told him she enjoyed it very much and loved creampie, as a bit of a sadist, seeing him squirm was so cute. He got flustered and Sophia gave him a kiss on his cheek before she went inside the house to clean up the flood he left behind that was dripping down beneath her, leaving marks on the ground and the floor. Oliver smiled to himself, thinking of her tight pussy, when he wiped his cum covered cock off and threw the napkins on the table before he tucked it back in his pants. The other guys came back with more drinks and Oliver grabbed one as he adjusted his wet package in his pants. They kept drinking and talking for hours and Oliver looked for Sophia the whole evening but couldn’t find her.

Later that night on his way home he heard a female voice painfully groaning. His feet led him away from the street out on the beach to check this out. It was a woman in his age. She had long blonde hair, sexy firm ass and a red tight dress. She looked just like Sophia. Oliver grabbed his phone, ready to call an ambulance when he saw her, it was Sophia. She must have gone into labor during her way home.

“Sophia when did this start? Do you want me to call for help?” He asked nervously as he approached her. She grunted loudly as she leaned against a stonewall and dropped to her knees. He picked her up gently in his arms and helped her into a better position.

“Ahh after our little session…now it’s to late… Ohh it’s coming!” She groaned as she lifted her dress high enough to show her bulged out vagina. Oliver stood with his mouth opened and just watched her swollen pussy and perfect ass. As he helped her down on her knees she surprised him by catching his lips in a kiss. Oliver kissed back only to be interrupted by a new contraction.

“This can not be happening right now! No no… I’m not ready.” She huffed as she slowly pulled back and clutched her big belly. Oliver looked at her not knowing what to do in this situation.

“Aaah! Oliver! I think I need to push!” Cried Sophia. Before he had a chance to answer Sophia leaned against his shoulder and pushed. She tried to pull her dress of but it was impossible

“It’s coming… help me… please!” Sophia screamed as she pushed with the arrival of another contraction. She dug her nails into his neck and Oliver still didn’t know what to do.

“Ahh I want this dress of me…now.. it’s so warm.” She screamed as she tried to pull her dress up over her huge round belly when another contraction started.

Oliver nodded nervously and moved behind her and unbuttoned her dress. He removed her dress and threw it in the sand. When she looked back at him, he was surprised to find her breasts to be so perfect and her nipples stiffened from contact with the air.

“My panties… have to remove them too.” Sophia screamed again as another contraction hit her and she fell forward on her hands and knees, her bare belly rubbing the sand. Oliver pulled her cum covered panties down slowly with shaking hands and looked straight onto her bulging vagina. Oliver couldn’t believe what he saw. Sophia, the sexiest girl in his school, was now completely naked in front of him and her big pregnant belly and perfectly round milk filled breasts made her even more perfect to Oliver. This must be a dream he thought. He had sex with this girl and now he was about to witness her give birth on the beach on the same day.

“You can touch it… if you want to.” She said and smiled softly to him.

He moved his hand over her ass and down to her shaved pussy and rubbed the huge bulge and pushed two fingers on her clit, which made Sophia moan in pleasure.

“Ohh ahhh it’s to big… help me… here comes another…” she groaned and rubbed her bare belly. Oliver touched her bare round belly, and it was amazing. He wanted more he wanted to squeeze her tits while he sucked on those stiff nipples. Oliver felt his cock started to grow again when he looked at the magnificent sight of her naked pregnant body. Oliver kept rubbing her clit between her legs and used his other hand to caress her back and firm ass. Sophia arched her back and spread her legs more to make room for Oliver’s hand.

Sophia turned to him and saw his huge bulge in his pants. She smiled, touched it and asked if this was turning him on.

“She was turning him on. She looked amazing.” Oliver answered and nodded, he enjoyed pregnant women, even births, and used to watch pictures on the internet, but he never expected to see one in a situation like this.

“Help me… change position.” Sophia groaned and placed her head on her hands. Her firm ass pointed straight up against Oliver’s face. He caressed her ass gently with his hands and couldn’t help himself from stroking his cock while he watched her nether lips slowly opened when he squeezed her butt cheek..

“May I have a little try?” He asked and before she had time to answer he stuck his tongue in her little pussy and began to lick.

“Oliver I’m in labor.. Oliver… Ohhh..yes yes.” She whispered to him and gasped when he started to eat her out.

He really ate her out until he felt her muscles getting tight, he could hear her breath coming shorter and shorter and then she screamed, finally, from pleasure. She had came for him and he licked her lips softly. His heart was pounding unbearably.

She looked back, barely able to take anything but quick shallow breaths, her face beat red. “Ohhh god… that felt so good.” She mumbled to herself as the pain increased a lot and she let out a horrific noise in agony.

Suddenly a huge gush of fluids squirted out of Sophia’s pussy and covered him with fluids.

Oliver sat up on his knees in shock and dried his face of with his shirt when another gush of fluids squirted out on his stomach and pants.

Sophia got up on her knees and saw her leaking more fluids onto the ground, her water had finally broken and she soaked the area around her. Oliver nearly vomited at the sight, knowing it was all coming out of her uterus.

“Fuck no no no… I’m not ready.” She let out another scream of intense sorrow and pain from within her. Still on her knees, her insides coming out, there was nothing she could do.

“Ohh shit.. wtf was that?” Screamed a very shocked Oliver as he looked down in shock, everything was drenched in birth fluids.

“I… I think my water just broke!” She mumbled surprised, stifled chuckle. Oliver pulled his shirt and pants of and then he wiped his face of.

“Oh shit Sophia! I’m completely drenched in your water” Oliver replied and spitted out the fluids on the ground when he helped her change position.

Sophia was so embarrassed that she couldn’t look into his eyes when she apologized for the inconvenience caused by her water breaking.

She was half sitting with her back against the stonewall, her big belly forced her legs apart and she spread them wide. The pressure was enormous and she clutched her belly as she breathed heavily. She moaned out in torment as fluids slowly leaked from between her legs as she felt her baby was about to fully stretching her cervix open to pass through.

Sophia told him again and again how sorry she was while she stared at his huge erection clearly visible through his underwear. She still longed for it, couldn’t understand how all of that could fit in her little pussy when she saw it now.

Oliver nodded and smiled at her when he placed his hands on her spread knees.

Sophia kept pushing with each contraction and smirked at Oliver’s reaction.

She grunted as a big contraction ended and tried to catch her breath. Her swollen pussy started to opened up in a teardrop shape and Oliver loved what he saw. He rubbed her big belly, it was hard as a rock and couldn’t resist from touching her tits, and milk squirted out on his hands.

She looked intently into his eyes, biting her lips as if not having had enough from him, then she kissed him. He stared back, kissed back as best he could. She clutched her belly, wincing when her belly visibly changed shape during the strong contractions.

“You okay?” He asked. She nodded, eyes closed.

“Ohh Oliver help me.” Sophia let out a soft moan when he squeezed them gently and played with her nipples. His gentle touch on her body made it easier for Sophia to handle the pain.

After a couple of more pushes he saw a glimpse of the head, then it slipped back inside the pussy and he looked at Sophia.

“The head is slipping back. Is everything ok?” He asked.

“Yes it’s ok. It needs more room. I’m to tight. My body needs to stretch more.” She answered before another contraction began. Oliver watched as the teardrop shape returned for a moment before the head slipped back again.

“Wow it looks amazing!” Oliver said and caressed her thighs.

“I can see you enjoy it… take off those wet underwear too… you have seen me lying here all naked.” Sophia answered and teased his cock with her feet. His throbbing cock started to leak pre cum from her touch. She put both her feet on his cock and tried to pull up and down before another contraction started, Oliver moaned loudly as he tried to stop her.

Oliver stood up looked around, making extra sure no one could catch them before he grabbed his soaked underwear and pulled down. His huge cock jumped out in the free, and a large drop of pre cum dripped down before her eyes to Sophia’s big surprise.

“You like what you see?” He asked while he moved his hips from side to side, causing his huge cock and balls to sway back and forth.

“Ahh Oliver it’s so… Ohh.” She mumbled as she marveled at his well trained body before she had to push again. Oliver got down on her side and kissed her forehead, his wet hard cock pushed on her belly, and immediately began feeling kicks from within. He was amazed and it turned him on even more. Once the contraction ended she couldn’t resist but to grab his throbbing cock. It felt even bigger and harder now, completely soaked in a mix of her fluids and pre cum again just like earlier that evening. She moved her hand down to his shaved balls and squeezed them gently in her hand. Oliver moaned loudly in delight and more pre cum dripped out on her round belly. He really had to concentrate so he didn’t explode.

“Ohh keep helping me! Please stretch my lips… make the pain go away.” Sophia groaned while she grabbed his cock harder when another contraction hit her finding no other way to handle the pain at the moment.

Oliver looked surprised at her hard grip and let out a painful moan. Once his hand was on her pussy, he rubbed softly over it and soon he could hear moans from Sophia again.

It really looked liked she enjoyed being stimulated during birth, which made Oliver even more aroused. He started to move his hips under her hard grip.

When the contraction finally subsided she released her grip from his cock.

Oliver moved between her legs and leaned over her, and looked into her eyes while he told her she did a good job. He kissed her lips before he moved down to her stiff nipples while he pushed his hard cock onto her clit. She moaned and lifted her hips, pressing her clit harder against his cock. His cock throbbed even more feeling how much she was enjoying him.

Oliver smiled at her and with a swift motion with his hips he pushed his big glans inside her gaping pussy accidentally.

“Ahh Oliver… it’s coming..I can feel the… is that your… cock?” She gasped in shock staring him in the eyes. He was inside of her again before she could finish her question, and now with the thought of her pushing a baby out made it hard for him not to cum. They stared into each other’s eyes and moaned together.

“Holy fuck…that feels incredible.” He breathed hard as he soaked up the bliss, hardly able to comprehend that such a fantasy was now a reality.

Oliver lowered himself down and kissed her. Another contraction began and she squirmed underneath him, which stimulated his cock enormously. They kept looking at each other during the whole contraction feeling her pussy clench around his big sensitive glans.

“Oliver you’re inside of me… you’re inside of me.” She mumbled while her tight pussy contracted around his thick cock, pumping him as she struggled to get her baby inside her tight birth canal.

“This is it what I call cockwarming Sophia.” Oliver whispered when he pushed a bit deeper until he pushed on the baby’s head. He nudge against the head and tried to hold off from coming.

“Ohh it’s… the baby is coming…ahh … Oliver.” She mumbled putting her hands on his abs preventing him from going deeper and squirmed again under him during another contraction. He couldn’t hold back any longer, he filled her pussy with cum while she pushed through another contraction. They moaned loudly together when they felt the pressure from the baby increased. Then he pulled himself out and knelt between her legs.

She arched her back while she pushed really hard with each contraction and dug her fingers and toes into the sand. Soon the head became more and more visible and didn’t slipped back anymore. Her pussy began to bulge outward, it was clear that the head just inside her lips was big. Lumps of cum dripped out of her gaping hole.

Oliver used both hands now to stretch her cum covered lips and rub her clit at the same as he felt the head being pushed forward.

“Ohh my clit.. it’s burning… I can feel the baby coming now.” She wailed and tried to slam her knees together to stop the pressure that was building.

“Looks like that.. it’s looks big.” Oliver replied and spread her legs as she pushed, and the teardrop shape began to stretch into a tight circle. At that point it seemed she wouldn’t stretch any further without tearing but the head still hadn’t come to a crown.

She kept struggling with the help from an very aroused Oliver.

“Let me stick my fingers inside to help you stretch.” Oliver nervously said.

Sophia nodded painfully as she felt the ring of fire, the enormous head inside her was starting to crown and all she could do was cry inconsolably. Oliver begged her to calm down but she couldn’t stop herself from squirming and crying.

Oliver could see that Sophia was getting tired but her pussy just wasn’t stretching far enough for the baby to fully crown. He decided to lift her up onto her knees. From here she could rest her head on his shoulder and perhaps gravity could help her. He kept his hand between her legs and she bore down hard.

“Please help me! Please just get it out. I want it out!” She groaned into his ear.

Very slowly she could feel the head move down. Oliver felt the head and tried to stick his fingers inside her pussy to stretch her. But it was impossible so he got back to her clit and rubbed it. She cried in his chest and put her fingers on top of the smooth skin of his glans, and circled around as pre cum leaked out.

"Oh my god Oliver.” She moaned and placed her forehead atop his as their hands worked their bodies into a frenzy.

“This has been the best night, every … mmmmm, step of it.” She mumbled and grabbed his cock while breathed heavily to let her pussy stretch more.

Oliver’s body thundered as her hand finally milked his aching cock, driving wild sensations through every pore of his skin as he swirled his fingertips around the top of her rigid clit. He worked very aggressive, and both of them began to breathe heavily.

“Oh my god Sophia.” He huffed out as his cock rushed toward the elusive eruption it had been so desperately craving.

“I’m getting … close.” He said nervously.

“Don’t cum yet..” She whispered through ragged breaths as his fingers finally buried themselves between the head and her sore lips, as he kept rubbing her clit the whole time.

"Ohhhhh god … I’m going to cum …” He groaned. The sounds of heavy breathing were echoing through the beach. They pumped each other’s sex with fury, the heat building to a burn in a matter of moments.

“Ohh good it’s stuck… my baby… Oliver stretch my pussy.” She groaned as she gripped his cock harder to prevent herself from pushing. Oliver stretched her lips and put some counter pressure on the head to prevent her from giving birth to fast, without asking for permission.

It took almost an hour before Sophia started to feel something big happen. The widest part of the head was at a full crown now. Her tight pussy was stretched beyond their limits and she screamed that it burned and she wanted the baby out of her.

“Ohh god it’s coming.. ohh yes.” She moaned and smiled softly in relief and moved her ass back and forth.

Oliver returned his fingers to her clit and rubbed it gently to distract her from the pain. Sophia

Squirmed and moaned in pain and pleasure, while her body kept pushing.

After some minutes she dug her fingers into his shoulders and lifted herself upwards and her big belly pressed against his throbbing cock. She moaned to Oliver’s gentle stimulation and he caressed lower back and ass. Oliver was aroused as well and he felt his throbbing erection react to Sophia’s movements.

His cock was boiling and it started to hurt from being so hard and he felt his big cock grew even larger when Sophia moved her body from side to side. She pressed harder and harder like she wanted to press the baby out. He was so close to cum now and he grabbed her butt cheek hard and whispered to her he was about to cum again.

Sophia squirmed and twitched as milk squirted out of her round tits when she finally felt the head pop out with gush of fluids.

Oliver felt the big head pop out between her wet lips and he touched the head as she escorted his fingertips back to her clit.

“Ohh fuck the head is out, you did it Sophia.” Screamed Oliver, and moved back a bit.

A rush of adrenaline poured through him as his fingers rubbed her clit.

“We did it Oliver.” She whispered, when slowly wrapped her hand around the girth of his aching shaft and Oliver felt the most seductive grip around his penis he had ever known.

"Oh my god Oliver.” She bawled after just a few strokes as loads of white semen shot upwards, seemingly straight up, and then another, and another all over their bodies and faces. Soon they were covered in his hot sticky semen.

A wet clapping sound took over as Oliver helped her stroking his aching cock to empty his balls completely.

Sophia panted with the head between her legs as she rested her head against his head, while she admired Oliver’s toned sweaty abs and big juicy cock. Oliver couldn’t stop himself and more loads was released from his balls until he was empty. Oliver’s semen hit their face’s and Sophia opened her mouth to breath and felt his warm seed hit her tongue. She needed to resist her urges in order to allow the baby the turn. Oliver looked into her eyes and gave her a kiss. He could taste a mix of their fluids and his last load landed on his chest. They pulled his big cock over her tight belly, rubbing his cum on her belly. But she had to stop because her own urges to push the rest of the baby out took over.

Oliver helped her down on her back as he stared at the big head dangling between her legs.

“Oliver please… check for the cord…” She mumbled softly as she let her head rest in the sand.

Oliver took his hands around the baby’s neck and searched for the cord. He found it but it was hard to get it right.

“Ohh how am I suppose to get this thing around the head?” Oliver asked nervously as he fumbled with his fingers.

“Ohh hurry up… I need to push… I need to push.” Sophia screamed loudly as she arched her back and moved back and forth. It made it even more difficult for Oliver to get a good grip of the cord.

“Sophia please stop moving I’m trying to get it.” Oliver mumbled as he finally got it and could release it from the baby’s neck.

Sophia spread her legs, clutched her belly and pushed as hard as she could. After a couple of pushes the first shoulder came out and then the second one followed after it.

Half of the baby slipped out between her legs and Sophia panted in relief.

Oliver stared between her legs, amazed by the crying baby stretching Sophia’s tight pussy.

Incredible to see such a large baby coming out from a tight little pussy as Sophia’s.

“Oliver pull it out.” Sophia groaned and pushed.

Oliver pulled the baby out of her pussy followed by a gush of fluids.

He raised the baby to her chest and she took the baby and laid it near her breast.

Oliver watched when the baby started to suck on Sophia’s round breast as he called for help.

When Sophia and the baby was inside the ambulance he walked home in his wet clothes.

He showered fast and jumped in bed while he thought of Sophia and the birth again.