fappintobirth:

“Great!” Mary said.

“Now, since I want you, most of all, to have fun, you’ll tailor your own session.” She continued. She went to the closet and procured a new case and basket and gave the case to me, while leaving the basket on the table.

I saw the things I can do to play with the pregnancy and I want to try a lot of things. I’m just hoping it’s not as painful as I’ve watched and heard.

“Umm… Do you mind if I do this alone?” I asked. Supervision is fine and all, but I prefer doing this alone.

“Sure. I’ll just leave and close this door. Call me up when you’re done. I’ve other things to do anyway. You can use my clothes and gear as well.” Mary answered.

“Awesome. Thanks!” I said as she grabbed her own case, left the room and closed the door.

I began paying closer attention to the new case. I can manipulate so many things here, from the big things like pregnancy duration and baby size to the small details, like crowning duration and head-out duration.   They even have modes to accommodate when I’m giving birth with my clothing on.

I stripped myself naked before checking Mary’s array of wardrobe, from birthing pants, birthing one-piece swimsuit, birthing skirt and many more. I wanted to try them all, but for now, I’m naked. I went back to the case and set everything to default, except belly growth, which I turned into almost instant, which may look like what you’d see in those rapid expansions.

I went to the mirror in this room along with the case and placed the case on the table next to the mirror. I looked at my new body in full detail, from my sleek body, my breast, my relatively short hair to my clean sensitive parts. Thinking that this body will soon give life is ecstatic for me. I was ready to realize my fetish.

I pressed the big red button on the case and I immediately felt the changes coming. I could feel my belly gurgling as it grows rapidly. My mind couldn’t register properly how quickly my belly is growing. In the near instant, my belly has grown to full term. I felt heavy and then I felt that painful twinge in my belly. The labor has begun and the birth will be in minutes. I looked again at my huge belly and how beautiful it is. The contraction visibly tightened the belly and the pain was quickly growing. I leaned to the nearest wall, trying to endure the pain. After a couple of minutes, another contraction came, followed by a splash of liquid coming out of me. My water broke.

“This is it! I’m giving birth!” I said in a slightly-maniacal way. I could feel the baby coming down through the birth canal. The sensation of being opened was orgasmic and the feeling of immense pressure only adds up the orgasm. I felt the urge to push and push I did. I felt the baby coming faster with me pushing and then I felt it, my labia is opening up and I could feel the baby peeking out of me.

My fingers reached down under my belly, to the private parts, to feel the baby’s head. I could feel the baby’s head lodged at the opening and the throbbing pain pulsing. I felt another contraction and pushed the baby out. My opening parted again to make way for the baby. I grunted and pushed as the baby began crowning. The burning pain was getting intense as my vagina was being stretched by the baby.

My contraction ended with the head coming out of me. The ring of fire was burning and I had to grit my teeth to endure the pain. I reached down and felt the head between my legs. I tried closing my legs but the pressure was too much to handle. I tried walking but I could only get a couple of steps before another contraction came.

My hand cupped the baby’s head as I pushed again to get the first baby out of me. After a long push, I felt the shoulders coming out and the first baby slipped out of me. I caught the baby in my hand and lifted them before putting them at my laps. The baby cried a bit but she shushed down afterwards, sleeping and waiting to be sent to a couple. I placed her on the bed and continued the test.

“That birth was exhilarating! But… I couldn’t control myself. The pain was awful too.” I said as I tinkered the options in the case a bit. Then I pressed the red button again. The belly grew rapidly again and I was full term pregnant again. This time, I could enjoy a bit of pregnancy and labor.

“Oh my… Okay… Ooff.” I said as I walked to bed to rest for a bit. I looked around the room and saw an unlocked IPad Tablet with only one app (aside from the the mandatory ones) in it. I opened it and I saw myself, at least my labia. I assumed this is for seeing my births when I couldn’t see it. There’s also a recording, just made recently. I opened it and it showed my first birth. I could see the head coming out of me from the front angle.

“This is a nifty app.” I said. I placed it on the bed. Then I felt contractions. The labor’s starting.

“Already?” I complained. The contraction isn’t as painful as the first time, but I still could feel the head ramming against the cervix. I felt every second the contraction flared up until I broke my waters 5 minutes later. Then the contraction came in full force, stronger than before. I felt the urge to push again.

Still sitting on the bed, I stood up, spread my legs a bit and began pushing.  The head quickly came down and within seconds I could feel the head at the opening. The pain was much weaker this time around, so I could control myself. The urge to push is still there, but I could resist it now.

I pushed a bit more and I could feel my labia parting. The baby slowly came to a crown. I stopped pushing and walked around a bit, feeling the true sensation of a head lodged between my legs. It was awfully awkward, but to get this sensation is something that would’ve never happen.

I pushed again, the baby came quickly to a full crown. I cupped the head before getting the head out of me. I walked again, feeling the head rubbed against my legs. After satisfied, I pushed one last time to get the second baby out.

I repeated this one more time because it just felt so good. After the third baby is born. I was daring enough to get to the crazy parts now.

“Alright, time to get kinky. What should I do first?” I wondered. I thought about it for a while, while looking around the room. I got a couple ideas then I prepared for it. First up was fulfilling my fantasy.

I got myself a red panty and wore it on the bed. I prepared the session in the case by rushing to birth after the pregnancy growth has occurred. I went further by going for twins. I also set the IPad to stand in front of me. I pushed the button and in the matter of seconds, I was going to give birth to twins.

I turned around and went to hands and knees, leaning on the bed. I felt the first baby coming down and I moaned and pushed hard. I felt it began to crown and bulging my panty. I pushed again to make it a full crown before the contraction ended and I did. I could feel the forehead just passing before the contraction ended.

I looked at the IPad and the bulge is glorious. My hands went under to feel the head underneath my panties. The wet panties made it all better.

I pushed again and the head slipped out easily. I cupped the head and noticed how the panties are still attached to my skin even with the baby coming out, creating a look that’s different than any panty birth I’ve seen in the fan-arts.

I grunted and gave another push and the first baby sagged my underwear. I grabbed the baby from the underwear and placed him on the bed. I could already feel the second baby descending so I went to kneeling for the second baby.

I took a deep breath and pushed hard to get the second baby to show itself. I could feel it descending and soon enough, the head was close to the opening. I made another push and I could feel the lip began parting. I placed my hands on the underwear to feel it bulging and getting larger, pushing my hand away with each push. The baby crowned in my pants before I catch my breath.

I took a long breath and then pushed again, the head quickly coming out of me. I rubbed the baby’s head, enjoying it once more before I gave a final push, sagging the fifth baby in my underwear.

I pulled the baby out and into my laps before letting him rest. Even after the fifth baby, I was still enjoying the panties birth that I did it 2 more times on different positions.

After the seventh baby was delivered, I thought of something a bit too the extreme. I figured this could work, so I began the preparation. I changed my pants to a white yoga pants and prepared this magic leg-bound strap. I tested and the strap would only need one loop to strap the whole lower legs. I severed the strap to prepare the next birth. The baby’s so far has been mediocre in size, so I’d like to amp it up, going for the huge 12 pound baby with a big head. I set it up and hit the red button. My belly grew quickly, so I moved to bed, sit up and set the strap around the legs, bounding my legs together, leaving little gaps between.

I waited as the belly grew big, so big I looked like having twins. As the growth ends, I felt the water breaking and the baby coming down. The head was much bigger than before as it came down. I pushed and in minutes, I could feel the head at the opening. I could feel the urge of opening my legs but unable due to the strap. My body kept pushing, but the head was too big to pass through. Every time I push I could feel the legs keeping the head inside me.

I kept pushing but the head was too big to get through. I pushed the baby’s head back in to close my leg and loosened the strap a bit and now I could feel the head going through slowly.

Pushing this baby this time is no easy feat, as the head was bigger than usual. I could feel the bulge of my yoga pants getting huge, even when the baby was still only crowning in the pants. I cupped the head in my pants, feeling it coming out. The gap between my legs was filled up with the baby’s head. I pushed again and I could feel the head fully crowning in my pants, the head’s so big it rubbed against my legs.

I kept trying to push the baby with my leg bound, but the head won’t budge. I pushed again and I could feel the head shifted a bit. Unfortunately, the baby’s still crowning in my yoga pants.

It took my quite a while but in the end, I was able to get the head out of me. I cupped my hands on the bulging parts, feeling the round head underneath. I felt another contraction and continued the labor. I could feel the yoga pants stretching and the baby ramming the yoga pants. I kept pushing as the shoulders was slowly moving. The baby’s head slid to one side and the body came out. I caught the baby and placed it on the bed.

After all that went through, I decided to get an easy one for the ninth one. It was a quick birth so in the matter of minutes I had delivered another one.

“One more to go. Just one more and I’ll be set for life here.” I thought. I was preparing for the final session when I figured I should tell the one that invited me here that the test was almost done. Maybe I can get to talk to her. With that, I set the session and put on one of her special bikinis and bras. The growth was as usual and the labor was instant, but this time, I set the birth to a long full-crowning duration and head-out duration.

I felt the head coming down, then I went out of the room, finally. I opened the door and saw Mary watching TV by the couch.

“Oh hey! You’re done?” Mary asked as she noticed the sound of the door.

“Just one more coming.” I said. The head was at the opening.

“Oh! Guess you want to do it with me huh?” Mary said.

“Actually, I’m good. I wanted to ask more about this place.” I said. I waddled to the large couch and sat on the other end. Mary’s legs was spread, she was largely pregnant and I noticed her panties was bulging heavily, a baby’s head.

“How long have you been like that?” I asked, asking about her “birth”.

“Since you started the test. I like it when I’m like this.” Mary said casually as she rubbed the bulging panties.

I spread my legs a bit and gave a silent push. The head quickly came to a full crown and pain was manageable for me.

“So, what do you want to ask?” Mary said as she lowered the TV volume.

We went on to talk for quite a while, almost an hour in fact. Midway, I pushed the baby inside until the head was out and we continued. After an hour, I finished the birth and pushed my baby out.

“Alright, I guess you passed the test!” Mary said. She got up, baby’s head still hanging between her legs and walked to the room. I followed.

“Okay. Do you know the drill like I showed you the first time?” Mary asked.

“Yeah. Transporting the babies, right?” I asked.

“That’s the one. Do it to finalize the test. Then I’ll lead you to your new home.

I did just that. The babies I just gave birth to, I had to part with them. It was really sad, but it must be that way.

We cleaned Mary’s room and then she led me to my new small house, a block from Mary’s. Before we part ways. Mary said something peculiar.

“Oh. Remember, we have November coming up. It’s going to be a busy month. Okay. Bye!” Mary warned me. I don’t know what it was about but I made the connection minutes later.

And that was the story of how I began living my dream.

seedlinger:

I let my wife know things were going to be different by throwing all our condoms in the trash can where she’d see them.

The night before, we’d had one of those drunken “if you could do anything to me, what would you do” talks. I told her the truth. I told her about how I got at least semi-erect whenever she mentioned being a couple days late. I told her about how I had to tuck my raging erection into my waistband to hide my arousal when she sent me to Target to get a pregnancy test during one of our “scares.” I told my greatest sexual fantasy was picturing her in the kitchen, barefoot, with a swollen belly carrying my child.

I was sure my confession would shock her, and maybe even offend her. We met in college, and she’d always talked with disdain about our female classmates who were there for “MRS” degrees. I wasn’t prepared for her reaction.

She reached down to rub me hard, but there was no need. I was hard as a rock. When I rolled on top of her, she didn’t remind me to go get a condom. This wasn’t too surprising: she’d occasionally let me slip inside her for a few strokes before insisting I get protection- especially when she was tipsy.

I was shocked by the ease with which I slipped into her. She was soaking wet. She moaned when I bottomed out. In whispered breath, she told me she was mine, to do with as I pleased. While I thrust into her, I told her how I wanted to knock her up, make her quit working. I described how I wanted to ruin her career and turn her into a stay at home mom. She cooed. I came. Hard. I stayed inside her as I softened. After a while, we both fell asleep.

The next morning, I threw out our condoms. When she mentioned seeing them in the trash, I told her we weren’t using them anymore. I knew that, for all her talk about gender equality, she really wanted to become what nature intended - a vessel for my seed, and the mother of my children. Since then, I’ve given her three children. We’ve started browsing real estate listings for a bigger house, because she knows she’s not done with carrying my offspring.

imagineyourepregnant:

I’ve written something that fills the desire for more “fluff”. I hope you enjoy.

Imagine you’re a woman whose secret pregnancy fetish has been a minor source of embarrassment. You had several boyfriends from your teens to twenties, but you never informed any of these casual relationships of your desires. You masturbate to fertile, swollen goddesses on your own and obsess over the future when your body carries out its womanly duties. You’ve always been on the plump side and have been blessed with perky (and sensitive) DDD bosoms. You dream of a time when your belly will grow for the right reasons and your already pendulous breasts will become massive. You value yourself too much to let just any man impregnate you just for the hell of it.  You aren’t searching for “Mr. Right” JUST to have a baby, if he comes, it’ll be because he is the right man for you.

You find your man in your late 20’s. He loves you, your body, and is emotionally attentive and supportive- everything you could ever want in a husband and partner. You readily accept his proposal when he asks, and are married soon after. Your lovemaking in your early marriage is for enjoyment, not procreation; you both wanted some “alone time” before creating a family. Two years into your marriage you both decide it is the right time to expand your family. In all of this time you never shared your fetish with your loving husband, for fear of judgement- a silly notion since he’s always supported your every need. Fortunately you find yourself with child a few months into trying for a baby. Nausea left you a bit incapacitated sexually during the first trimester, but you’re coming out of that stage and ready to enjoy your blossoming figure.

As you enter your fourth month, your normally soft body is beginning to round out in new ways. Your belly, always having pushed in front of you a bit, is now obstructing view of your toes. Your breasts struggle against the confines of your bra but to be honest, you’ve always hated wearing one and have been dying to ditch the boulder holder for years. This couldn’t have pleased your husband more. He has always cherished your body but now that it is creating life, he worships you. Anything you could possibly want sexually before the pregnancy, he would do. Now your man’s jaw drops at the sight of your naked body- he is so enamored it’s like a spell has been cast. He spends most of the time that you’re together teasing your growing nipples. You’ve always enjoyed this immensely, but pre-pregnancy, the shape of your nipples sweet a slight disappointment. As sensitive as they had always been, your flat and puffy nips left something to be desired. You dreamed of teats, for lack of a better word. You wanted those flat little mounds to swell into hardened nibs that hubby could really tug and pleasure. Thanks to the growing life inside you, you’re getting what you want. With all of his loving ministrations, your breasts swelled quite quickly and the toppers are now half an inch long and thick as your pinky finger. You let your husband rub your belly and tickle your nipples as much as he wants and the pleasure only grows as your body does.

Your sixth month of pregnancy begins with a bit of a shock. You have a scan on the morning, and hubby always attends. You roll out of bed and waddle to your closet, trying to find a light dress in your wardrobe that will cover your growing body, but be cool enough in the July heat. Not to mention, your outgrown all your bras and your watermelons are on display no matter what you wear. You find the last of your stretchy summer jumpers and tug it over your swollen form. The dress hugs every curve and seems to have risen inches higher to cover your belly. Your husband walks by and spies you standing in front of your mirror, rubbing your belly and smiling. He comes up behind you and cradles your belly in his strong hands. He softly rakes his fingers up and down the girth, and whispers into your ear.

“I’ve always loved your body”, he says. “But since you’ve been growing our child, I’ve never been able to have enough of you. I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I’ve dreamed of this day since we met. I’ve always wanted to breed my dream woman and you are her. I’ve never been more turned on than I am by you at this moment, and I hope to keep you this way for as long as you’ll let me”. There’s more news as he continues, “My family has created a trust fund for me, and I have more than enough money for us and however many babies we decide to have. You no longer have to work. Please spend your days at home with me, and let me shower you and our children with all the love and safety this world has to offer”.

His words catch you so off guard that your body betrays you and the shivers sent down your spine make you shake. You decide to confess your lifelong passion for pregnancy and right then you both agree to continue to grow your family as much as possible. Hours later in the doctor’s office, your dream is realized; the reason you’ve grown so quickly is that you’re carrying twins.

Another few weeks into gestation, it is the end of summer and finding clothing to wear is unbearable. You’d rather be naked, and at this point, you spend the majority of your days in nothing but small shorts and a light cotton tank top that creeps up your swollen torso day by day. It’s doesn’t cover much, but basically just contains your massive breasts. Your husband spends his days building cribs and a bureau for your babies, and this makes him even more attractive to you. He’s never without an erection and your nipples are at constant attention, which he readily takes advantage of. You spend so much time making love, with him teasing your delicate nipples, that you begin to leak. This proves to enhance your lovemaking even more. Hubs latches on and sucks greedily, all the while swirling his tongue around your inch-long, thumb-thick teats. This is the life you had dreamed of for so long.

Forty weeks have passed, and your doctor is amazed that you’ve carried your twin boys this far past what is considered normal for a multiples pregnancy. You lay on her table for examination, cradling your giant belly in both arms- you definitely need to support. Your belly is so large that you’re measuring ten weeks past due with a singleton baby. You think about how happy you are in your life, and how silly it is that you’re relieved that your family and friends got used to seeing you in thin flowing skirts and bandeau tops weeks ago. No one judges, everyone just takes pleasure in your happiness. You snap back into reality when your doctor suggests having vigorous sessions of lovemaking to help make your boys appear. You and your man both readily agree.

That night your lovemaking is so intense you swear they can hear your moans in Africa, or at least a few blocks over. Hubs has pulled you to the edge of your bed, when he is able to enter your swollen and sensitive folds and is also able to engulf your breasts with his strong and gentle hands. His tweaking of your nipples coupled with him throbbing inside you is enough to make you cum so many times you’ve lost count. Your engorged breasts- so large they stand up on their own- are squirting liquid gold all over. This sends your husband into a frenzy, and it spurs him on. He bends over to suckle, pushing his erection even farther into you, hitting points of pleasure that make you scream. Your vagina and nipples feel as if they are one, and you beg him to suck harder on your teats: it feels as though his tongue is entering them the same way his manhood enters your love tunnel and this turns you on more than anything. Your constant screams push him to the edge, and he cums harder than ever. You pull his face to yours, and tasting your sweet juices, kiss him more lovingly than a woman has ever kissed her man. Moments later, your water breaks.

After a ten hour labor, your boys arrive. They latch on to your bottle-cap nipples and suck so gently, that in your euphoria sends orgasmic waves through you. Once you and your husband are alone in your hospital room, one kiss confirms what you both know- once you’ve healed you are game-on for letting him breed you. Hours after the boys are born, your once massive belly has shrunken only slightly, but you miss that heavy, gravid, sexy belly. You’ll have hubs breed you again and again, over and over, for as long as your body will allow.

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