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A commission for @fleshkink who gave me the super fun prompt of a trans guy going through a rapid pregnancy and giving birth to triplets. This is also posted on AO3 and I'll have the link for that in my pinned post on my blog.

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The Rule of Three

Word Count: 2.2k

Characters Used: Kieran (transmasc OC) & Max (cis-male OC)

WARNINGS: rapid pregnancy, triplet birth, trans character giving birth, orgasmic birth. Also - I do use AFAB terms to describe the characters' genitalia so please be aware of that.

If it weren't already obvious, this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Um..." Kieran mumbled into the phone, all words suddenly out of reach as he scoured his brain to find a way to tell his husband what was happening. "So... you - uh - you know how I suggested trying a - um - a fertility spell?" he stammered, staring down at his steadily growing stomach as it continued to swell.

"Yeah, I remember," Max said, suspicion clear in his tone. "I also remember us agreeing that those were too unpredictable and not worth the risk," he added.

Kieran sucked in a sharp breath as a baby landed a kick right to his ribs before he was able to respond. "Mmhmm, well... Maybe I decided to try one," he replied timidly, rubbing his free hand over his swollen stomach in an attempt to calm down the rapidly growing baby inside.

"Kieran."

The way Max growled his name said everything and, honestly, Kieran couldn't blame his husband for being upset. They had agreed not to use magic to conceive which is exactly what Kieran did.

"Yeah, um, so I think we're going to be parents a lot sooner than we expected," Kieran mumbled, he already looked like he was overdue with a huge baby (or two) and he assumed it couldn't be long before labor started.

"What do you mean by 'a lot sooner'?" Max questioned, apprehension clear in his voice.

A small, involuntary whimper left Kieran's throat as his whole midsection tensed, the cramp wrapping around his back and thighs. "T-Today? Maybe?" he answered tightly, having no idea if the labor would progress just as quickly.

"Today?! Shit, Kieran, I - fucking hell - I've gotta go. Love you."

Click.

For a few long moments, Kieran just sat there on the couch trying to process everything that just happened. Honestly, the only thing keeping him from completely losing it being the quick 'love you' that Max added before hanging up.

"Ah!" Kieran gasped as a gush of fluid left him, soaking his underwear and the couch cushion underneath him. "Okay, okay, okay," he mumbled to himself, taking a couple of deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm himself before he tried to get up.

It was difficult with the sudden heavy weight of his stomach and it took Kieran several tries before he finally managed to stand up.

He managed to take a few slow, unsteady steps before another contraction stopped him. Luckily, they weren't too bad yet so he was able to breathe through it before continuing to waddle to the bathroom to clean himself up - resolutely ignoring the pressure growing between his hips.

It was all going so fast and Kieran was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was even pregnant already - let alone about to give birth.

And he had no idea what Max was doing - if he was going to come home early from work or not - but he had a feeling that calling him again wouldn't help things.

Kieran peeled his soaked briefs off of himself once he got to the bathroom before stripping off his T-shirt, which had rolled up a while ago to sit on top of his large, rounded stomach. Not even a minute after stripping down, Kieran found himself leaning against the sink counter as another - stronger - contraction started.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," he muttered through gritted teeth, the pressure between his hips slowly working its way down until it felt like a bowling ball had wedged itself into his pelvis.

There was just enough time between contractions for Kieran to start up the shower and step into the tub, but that one - along with the general added weight of his stomach - sent him to his knees.

This time he couldn't help but bear down a little against the increasingly intense pressure, a strangled groan coming from him that was equal parts pain and relief just from being able to push back against the pressure.

Reaching down with a shaking hand once the contraction was over, Kieran managed to slip two fingers into his vagina, wanting to see if he could figure out how dilated he was. Just the slight stretch of his fingers sent arousal burning through his veins, his cunt still sensitive from the night before along with all the different hormones coursing through his body right now. "Oh," he moaned, hole twitching and clenching around his fingers as the tips of them found his cervix.

It had to be something with the spell because Kieran was sure his cervix usually wasn't that intensely sensitive but right now? Fuck, Kieran almost couldn't keep his mind on track as he slowly spread his fingers.

Honestly unsure how to actually measure cervical dilation, Kieran could only guess that he had to be close to 10cm with how far apart he was able to spread his fingertips and the fact that he was almost certain he had brushed against the baby's head at one point.

Apparently, the pregnancy wasn't the only thing that was going to happen rapidly.

Kieran hardly pulled his fingers out of himself when his abdomen tensed again. "Oh God," he groaned, leaning forward against the edge of the tub and instinctively rocking his hips as the contraction built.

Again, he couldn't help but bear down as it got more intense and he swore he could feel a hard, heavy mass pressing against his cervix and forcing it to stretch even further. It was equally uncomfortable as it was oddly pleasurable and Kieran's head swam with the conflicting sensations.

That continued for a while, Kieran choosing to stay in the tub and let the warm shower water flow over his aching back as he worked through contraction after contraction.

It was all he could do, bearing down with each one and trying his best to ignore the heat flooding through his veins and the way his big, swollen clit throbbed between his legs every time.

There was no telling how much time had passed before Kieran, in the middle of a contraction, realized the pressure was moving lower and his cunt felt like it was filled to its limits by the time the contraction was over. "Fuck, oh fuck - it's coming," he whimpered to himself as another contraction started almost immediately after.

As he pushed, panting and moaning and grunting, he could feel his labia bulge and start to part. Everything hyper-sensitive in both the best and worst ways, clit throbbing as the skin under and around it pulled taught.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh - Ah!" Kieran cried out as all the sensations became too much all at once and he was pushed over into what had to be the best orgasm he's ever had. "OhmyGod, o-oh, oh God, ahh, fuckfuckfuck," Kieran whined, hips moving in small circles as he panted and cursed because fuck the baby was at a full crown and it was the best thing he has ever felt in his life.

That had to be thanks to the spell but by now Kieran wasn't really complaining about being stuck in orgasmic bliss as he goes through what is usually one of the most painful things a person can.

The sound of the front door opening broke him partially out of it, realizing that Max must have come home.

"Max!" Kieran cried out, sitting up carefully on his heels and gasping as the baby's head slid out just a tiny bit more from the movement. "Ohhh," he moaned as his stomach tightened in a contraction. "Max!" he shouted again, words strangled as he had no choice but to push, "Max, it's coming! It - Ahh!"

Kieran nearly screamed as the rest of the head popped out all at once, a gush of fluid and immense release of pressure coming with it that sent Kieran into a second, even more intense, orgasm which left him writhing and shaking until Max came in.

"Holy fucking Hell, Kie," Max's gruff voice exclaimed as he quickly knelt to the floor in front of Kieran. "Shit - lean back, babe, I can't see anything like this."

Unable to reply, Kieran just carefully leaned back against the other side of the tub. The change of angle made it so Max could see everything going on between his spread thighs, the baby slowly turning in preparation for the shoulders to come out.

"Okay - okayokayokay - M-Max, catch - catch it," Kieran stammered out as he felt one last contraction start, gritting his teeth and pushing as hard as he could.

Max was saying something to hm but Kieran barely heard him as his clit twitched and throbbed hard in response to the first shoulder making its way through.

All Kieran could do after that was sob through the rest of the contraction as his whole body pulsed with pleasure. He barely even realized when the baby slid the rest of the way out into Max's hands with another gush of fluid.

Panting hard as he came down from it all, Kieran collapsed against the tub and worked on catching his breath.

Once he managed to open his eyes a few seconds later, he found Max holding the newborn as it started to squirm and cry.

"Hey there," Max mumbled to the baby before grey eyes flicked up to look at Kieran. "Here, you hold her and I'll round up some supplies to deal with the rest of this," he said as he leaned over to put the fussing baby in Kieran's arms.

That's when it fully hit Kieran that holy fuck - he just gave birth despite not having even been pregnant yesterday.

It was the most surreal, unbelievable thing Kieran has ever experienced and he knew he and Max would have some things to talk about but, in the moment, Kieran couldn't stop smiling as he gently cooed at the infant to calm her down.

By the time Max had come back, cut the umbilical cord, and helped clean off and bundle up the infant, Kieran was starting to feel some cramps starting up again.

He could only assume it was the afterbirth even though his stomach was still quite swollen.

"Oh," Kieran whined, rocking his hips a little as pressure started to build. "H-Hey, Max," he muttered, grunting softly as his body instinctually gave a small push and that pressure increased tenfold. "Fuck," Kieran gritted out, unable to help but bear down against it and feeling the undeniable sensation of something big moving slowly through his cervix.

"What's wrong, Kie?" Max asked, taking his eyes off of their daughter to look over at Kieran again.

Panting as the contraction ended, Kieran looked down at his stomach and back up at Max. "I-I think... there's another - um - baby," he stammered. "Can you look?"

"Are you serious? Fuck," Max swore, "Hold on. Let me figure out where to put the kid down."

"Kay," Kieran squeaked out as another contraction began and he was forced to push whether he wanted to or not.

It was such a strange sensation, too. His cunt unbelievably sore from the first baby but still so intensely sensitive. It felt just as good as it hurt when he pushed.

At least until his abused labia started to bulge out and Kieran lost his momentum with the sudden burn. "Ahh!" he cried out, a hand flying between his thighs to press against his lips and hole. "M-Max," he whimpered shakily, panting and grunting as he gave a series of smaller pushes to try to make the stretch more manageable. "O-Oh God, Max, i-it's coming," he sobbed, lips bulging out more and more with each little push.

"I know, Kie, just breathe, I-"

"N-No, it's - fuck - it's coming now," Kieran managed to stammer as another contraction started and he was bearing down again with no hope to stop.

And fuck it was both the worst and best thing Kieran's ever felt, the intense burn of the head crowning coupled with Kieran subconsciously rubbing the heel of his hand against his throbbing, swollen clit.

There was no stopping it now, either, everything happening in mere seconds as the baby's head popped out and Kieran screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure as another orgasm washed over him even as the contraction continued.

"Max!" Kieran cried out, feeling the baby's shoulders stretching him and knowing it would only be seconds before the rest was born.

And Max was just a little too slow, Kieran barely managing to catch the second baby as it came out with a gush of fluid. 

The couple sat in shocked silence - save for the two newborns fussing - for a few long moments while they came to terms with the fact that they suddenly had not only one surprise baby but two.

Anyway, that had to be all there was. Kieran’s stomach was still a bit swollen even after delivering the placenta but, despite the pregnancy happening all in one day, it would probably take a little while for Kieran’s body to recover and that was completely fine.

Except…

Kieran had just enough time to clean himself up, get into some comfy clothes, and have Max help him into bed to rest when his abdomen tightened in a very familiar way.

Max was in the other room with their two newest additions, trying to figure out how to get what they’d need for their surprise twins without having to leave Kieran alone in case something went wrong. 

It was a good thing Max stuck around, too, when Kieran suddenly yelled for him. 

By the time Max got into the bedroom, he was greeted with the sight of Kieran laying on his side, pants halfway off, and one leg pulled up to make way for the third baby that was starting to crown. 

#tmpreg #childbirth #giving birth #birth kink #labor kink #my writing

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If anyone is able to spare a few dollars via tips here on tumblr or over on my kofi that's linked in the pinned post on my blog that would be incredibly helpful and appreciated!

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just got an idea about a tiny lil fairy giving birth in a flower and. i just. it'd be so cute 🥺

#birth kink #labor kink #giving birth #childbirth #goddammit this is gonna be what gets me to practice art more isnt it?

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I'm also thinking of doing a 'choose your own birth adventure' sort of fic because it sounds fun as fuck so...

Is that something y'all would be interested in??

#birth kink #labor kink #giving birth

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Hey, we're still struggling to get groceries pretty hardcore right now since I can't work sooooo....

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Elven Pregnancy & Birth Headcanons

Note: This is just some world-building for my fantasy universe that y'all will see in a lot of my fics. It's not supposed to apply to any sort of popular media elf or fae characters but if you want to adopt any of these points as headcanons for one then go ahead.

Elves - particularly demi-fae elves - tend to have very low fertility rates due to their near immortal lifespans

Like it is a huge surprise when two elves give birth within a 100-year span

The only exception to this are dusk elves that tend to have one birth per year but they also have a much shorter lifespan than most other elven races as well

Focusing back on demi-fae elves, though, their gestation time is 27 months because of how slowly they develop and grow

So each trimester is the length of a full human pregnancy essentially

Labor and birth works a little differently, too, due to their narrow bone structure

There's four stages rather than three - the first being as their body finishes accommodating to even allow the baby to drop down into place and pass through the parent's pelvis

It's pretty much twoish weeks of discomfort, during which some signs of early labor also start happening

Active labor typically begins at the end of the first stage

Everything still progresses relatively slowly, though, and it is not uncommon for an elf to be in active labor for several days before they are fully dilated and able to begin pushing

It's not quite like how humans experience active labor, though

Contractions are further apart but also last longer and are more discomfort than pain

By the time they're fully dilated, though, the contractions will be only a few minutes apart

The third stage - pushing and actually giving birth - can vary drastically in length just like it does with humans

Some elves will be able to push through like two contractions and have their baby in their arms while others will spend hours at this stage as the baby works its way down much more slowly

Either way, usually the placenta is delivered within a half hour after the baby is born and it is tradition to leave the umbilical cord intact until after the placenta is delivered.

Elf babies tend to weigh about 5 to 6lbs but there are records of some being up to 8lbs with the largest elf baby recorded weighing in at 9lb10oz at birth

Multiples are extremely rare with only two sets of twins and one set of triplets recorded

Since pretty much all of that was about demi-fae elves, let's switch the focus to dusk elves!

Dusk elves typically live about 200 years which is a very short lifespan as far as elven races go

As said before, there is usually one birth per year - though there have been several years in which no dusk elves were born and others in which there have been up to 10 pregnancies and births in a single year so it does vary pretty wildly.

Dusk elves tend to be pretty small - some of the tallest ones coming in at 5' - and have a bit of a stockier and/or curvier build as far as bone structure goes which aides immensely in childbirth

Speaking of, they typically give birth after around 14 months of gestation

For them, labor is quite a bit shorter - the average time being 9hrs for a first time parent and around 5hrs for subsequent pregnancies

The vast majority of dusk elves have water births - usually in some sort of natural spring

Normally, only the birthing parent's partner(s) attend the birth and it tends to be a rather intimate and sometimes erotic experience because of all the hormones released during labor and birth

On average newborns are around 3-5lbs with the largest recorded being 8lbs15oz

Twins are relatively rare but happen every once in a while, though there haven't been any reports of triplets happening

If you have any questions about my elves or my ideas about any other fantasy beings please feel free to send an ask!

#birth kink #labor kink #giving birth #pregnancy kink #my writing

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Working up a like world building idea sheet for my elves now lol - specifically in regards to how they handle pregnancy and birth but also other things.

So, ah, would anyone wanna see like a list of the pregnancy & birth headcanons/ideas for my lil elven world?

I don't wanna bore you guys but idk I think it's interesting sooooo

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Lmao didn't realize there were that many people out there that was into this stuff but hell yea.

Thanks for indulging in my little fantasies and supporting my writing!

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Yo, if you're a birth fetish blog, reblog this! :)

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would anyone be interested in seeing lil drabbles and short oneshots about my elf OC's pregnancy? i've been wanting to write some stuff with him lately

#pregnancy kink #pregnancy #trans pregnancy #tmpreg #and i'm totally open to suggestions/requests for specific parts that y'all would wanna see

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The first build-a-birth prompt that came in and oh my God was it fun to write holy shit lol.

It got so long that I decided to split it into two parts, though 😅 so here's part one lmao. Also there will be twins - Atlas just doesn't know they've got twins in there so part two is gonna be pretty wild for them lol.

Word Count: 2.8k

Characters Used: Atlas (nonbinary afab OC) & Fen (cis-male OC)

WARNINGS: nonbinary character giving birth, birth denial, clothing birth, public birth, orgasm during labor. Also - I do use AFAB terms to describe the characters' genitalia so please be aware of that.

If it weren't already obvious, this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

Everyone had joked about how Atlas would end up going into labor during their baby-moon despite being only 36 weeks along. By the end of it they were beginning their 37th week, but even so their due date wasn't for three more weeks so it was easy to laugh those concerns off.

Except Atlas had been feeling increasingly more intense contractions since they left their hotel that morning that they were trying to brush off as Braxton hicks contractions.

At least until a small gush of fluid left a size-able damp spot on Atlas' leggings and made them realize they couldn't stay in denial for much longer about what was happening.

They were in labor.

Though, technically, labor didn't start during the baby-moon itself.

No, it started as they were leaving.

Now they were several hours away from the next stop and even further away from home where Atlas had everything set up to have a nice, relaxing, empowering birth with just themselves and their husband.

"Shit," Atlas grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in the seat and pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the window as he felt a contraction start.

"Babe? You alright?"

Atlas glanced over at their husband, hazel eyes peaking out from behind blue and green dyed bangs. "My water broke," they mumbled in an exhale, taking in another deep breath and squeezing their eyes shut as they felt the pressure deep inside their pelvis drop even lower.

"Oh... Oh!" Fen exclaimed, having taken a moment to fully comprehend what Atlas said. "Guess those weren't just Braxton hicks contractions, huh?" Fen chuckled nervously, reaching over to take Atlas' hand.

"Yeah, guess not," Atlas sighed as the contraction passed.

"Do you think we'll make it home?" Fen asked, "If not I can look at hotels around the next stop. It won't be home but at least it won't be on a bus."

"Um," Atlas paused, thinking back to when the contractions first started around 10AM. It was nearly 6PM now, but for the majority of the time the contractions weren't too bad. The last half hour or so, Atlas had noticed growing pressure against his hips and lower back but assumed it was from the not-very-comfy bus seats. But then their water broke and that pressure had gotten worse without the cushion. "I don't know," they answered after a few seconds.

"Okay, how about... I'll book us a hotel near the next stop just in case and we'll reassess once we get there," Fen offered.

Atlas nodded their approval of the plan, grateful for Fen's ability to think logically even in panic-inducing moments.

Over the next two hours, Fen gently coached Atlas through contraction after contraction. The deep rumble of his voice, strong hand holding Atlas', and his general presence helped immensely to keep Atlas calm and focused despite everything else.

At some point Fen pushed the armrest between them out of the way so Atlas could lean on him, making for a much comfier position than sitting upright like they had been.

"There's... a lot of pressure," Atlas said between softly panted breaths. "I don't think it'll be much longer," they added.

"Okay, we should be at the stop soon," Fen reassured, draping an arm over Atlas' shoulders to gently rub circles against Atlas' swollen stomach. "Then we can go straight to the hotel and have this baby like we planned," Fen said, voice dipping into a low purr against Atlas' ear.

It made a shiver go down Atlas' spine, clit throbbing and making them aware of exactly how aroused they already were just from Fen talking to them and giving them instructions - even if those instructions were mainly how and when to breathe.

God, Atlas wished they were home.

A contraction brought Atlas out of their thoughts, making them tense until Fen reminded them to relax and breathe through it.

That was getting really hard, but Atlas made an effort. They took in a deep breath, trying to relax their body as much as they could as they let that breath out slowly.

"Again, babe, do it again," Fen urged, reaching down to massage the outside of Atlas' thigh where the muscles were still all tense.

"Ngh," Atlas grunted as they sucked in another breath, screwing their eyes shut as the contraction peaked and the pressure between their hips increased tenfold. Hardly even realizing it, they found themselves bearing down against it for the remainder of the contraction.

Once it was done, Atlas shifted to reposition so they were leaning back against Fen, one foot up on the seat and the other on the floor. The position let them spread their thighs a bit more and they moaned softly when they felt that pressure drop deep into their pelvis. "H-Hey, Fen," they mumbled, unable to help but rock their hips a little, "I think I have to push."

Fen didn't reply right away, lifting his head to glance around the bus first. There weren't many people, thankfully, and it seemed like they'd be getting to the bus stop soon but neither of them were sure if it'd be soon enough. "Okay. We're almost to the stop and the hotel is just around the corner from there. Try to breathe through it until we get there," Fen instructed, calm aside from a slight tremble to his otherwise even voice.

"I'll try, but..." Atlas trailed off, feeling their midsection tighten in another strong contraction.

"You got this, love. I know it's hard, I know you want to push but let's breathe through it," Fen cooed, his voice low and lips brushing against Atlas' ear as he spoke. "Feel the pressure, notice it and accept it as you breathe," he instructed, taking slow even breaths for Atlas to follow.

"Yeah, 'm feeling th-the pressure," Atlas groaned in one quick exhale, screwing their eyes shut and trying their best to match Fen's breathing. What really got them through the intense heavy pressure urging them to push, though, was focusing on Fen's fingers rubbing their thigh.

"You're doing so good sweet-tart," Fen rumbled, "Focus on my voice and we'll get through this."

Atlas nodded, unable to answer as they tried not to make a lot of noise. They could feel that heaviness shift and move down, knowing the baby's head was fully engaged and working its way through their cervix by now.

"You've got this, babe, doing so good for me," Fen purred as the contraction peaked.

There was only so much Atlas could do, though, when the contractions were doing enough to work the baby down through their cervix even without them pushing.

Just as the contraction was ending, there was a loud 'boom' and the bus jolted, tires screeching as it came to a very sudden stop.

Within half a second of the sound, Fen had both arms wrapped tight around Atlas and didn't loosen his grip until the bus was completely stopped.

"Fuck, Atlas are you okay?" Fen asked, calm facade breaking for a moment as panic crept into his voice.

"Yeah, I think so," Atlas answered, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm their racing heart. "Are you?"

"Yeah," Fen nodded, pressing a kiss against the top of Atlas' head.

"Sorry, folks!" the bus driver exclaimed, "Sounds like a tire gave up on us. The station has already been notified, though and someone should be here within the hour to fix us up."

Fen and Atlas sat in silence for a few seconds as that information sunk in. There was no way Atlas was going to make it through an extra hour - they were cutting it extremely close anyway.

"Fen," Atlas mumbled, tilting their head to look at their husband, "I don't know if... if we'll make it."

A small frown tugged at Fen's lips before he slowly answered, "Should we call an ambulance?"

"No," Atlas snapped, panic rising at just the mention of going to a hospital - especially one that was away from their home town that Atlas had never been to.

They've had enough medical trauma and shitty doctors to give them a lifetime of distrust for hospitals.

"Okay - That's okay," Fen reassured, finding one of Atlas' hands to hold. "Let's still try to breathe through it and we'll see how far we get."

"'Kay," Atlas grunted, hand tightening around Fen's as pain and pressure overwhelmed them.

The next couple of contractions went similarly, Atlas following Fen's instructions while trying to keep themselves quiet even as the pressure kept moving lower. It was getting difficult, though, especially when the intensity of the pressure didn't lessen at all after the most recent contraction ended.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Nghhh," Atlas whined, squirming against Fen as they tried to find some sort of position that wouldn't be as terrible. "So much pressure," they complained, arching their back a little before collapsing against Fen with a defeated whine.

"I could give you a distraction, if you want," Fen offered, one of his hands trailing down over Atlas' swollen stomach to rub against the inside of their thigh before gently trailing over the seam of their leggings.

"Ah!" Atlas gasped at the unexpected sensation, their clit already swollen and sensitive from how Fen had been talking before. "Please," they said in a rush of air, thighs twitching open more.

Taking a glance around, Fen slipped his hand into Atlas' leggings once he was sure no one would see. "There you go, sweets, just focus on my hand and my voice," Fen encouraged, quickly finding Atlas' swollen clit and slowly rubbing circles over it.

Dropping his head back against Fen's shoulder, Atlas bit back a moan. It did help, though, able to focus on a different sensation rather than pain and pressure. "Sh-shit," Atlas groaned as another contraction hit and Fen sped up his fingers as it peaked. The pleasure took the edge off of the pain but stood no chance against easing the pressure and urges to push that Atlas felt. "Ngh! Ah, f-fuck," Atlas grunted as the contraction peaked.

Fen was telling them to pant through it, suck in air and then blow it out, do whatever they could just so they weren't holding their breath. That was hard, though, and Atlas found themselves giving little pushes with every forced exhale.

They didn't have a choice in the matter and fuck did it feel good to give in a little bit.

It was only after the contraction ended that Atlas realized on top of the pressure there was a new sensation just below their cervix - like they were being stretched and filled to their breaking point.

Everything was so intense, though, Atlas couldn't even say anything about it. They were reduced to a squirming, whimpering mess as the pleasure warred with the discomfort and that urge to push completely overtook them when their abdomen tightened again.

And Atlas was right - it felt so good to finally do what their body wanted them to.

Between that and Fen's fingers moving expertly over their clit, Atlas found themselves on the verge of an orgasm as they gasped in a breath and pushed.

That's what did it, Atlas unable to help but cry out and buck their hips as the orgasm washed over them even as their body kept bearing down.

By the time Atlas was coming down from that absolutely incredible orgasm, they could feel that that heaviness had completely filled their cunt and they were sure if they pushed just a little more that their lips would start to bulge and part.

"Oh my God, are you having a baby?!"

The shrill voice of a concerned stranger made Atlas' face go bright red, realizing she probably had heard them cumming just now.

Fen didn't remove his hands from Atlas' leggings which made Atlas' face burn even brighter as Fen tried to reassure the worried passenger.

Atlas was past the point of being able to speak coherently, though, especially as another contraction started not even seconds later.

"Oh - Ah - Nghh - No," Atlas whined as quietly as they could, their body now pushing without their consent. "Oh God, oh God. Fen!" Atlas gasped, feeling their hole start to stretch as the baby's head started to inch out.

But Fen was still trying to convince the lady - and now several other worried passengers - not to call 911 because they had it handled and that Atlas didn't want to go to the hospital.

Groaning through gritted teeth, Atlas felt the baby's head slide back in as the contraction ended. But they didn't get that relief for long, their contractions almost on top of each other by now.

Atlas hardly even noticed the small crowd that had gathered around their seat, all of their focus on trying (and partially failing) not to push again.

It didn't make much of a difference, though.

The baby's head was slowly making its way through. Every contraction brought it out further and further even though it always slipped back in as soon as the contractions were over.

At least until it didn't.

Unable to speak, Atlas grabbed Fen's wrist and moved his hand down just enough that he'd be able to feel the way Atlas' lips were bulging and the baby's head peaking out through them.

Atlas felt Fen's whole body tense for a moment, words faltering as he tried to soothe everyone who was trying to call an ambulance.

Then, he regained composure and with two fingers spread Atlas' lips just a little further so he could press his hand against the baby's head. With that position, Fen incidentally had the ball of his hand pressed firmly against Atlas' sensitive clit which sent entirely conflicting sensations through their body again.

As the next contraction came, Atlas found themselves unintentionally grinding against Fen's hand as they moved their hips in little circles like they had been this whole time.

And it felt so fucking good but also way too intense at the same time and Atlas couldn't hold back their moans, grunts, and whines anymore.

When that contraction peaked, Atlas gave a series of little pushes each accompanied with a small grunt.

It wasn't doing anything, though, and Atlas soon realized that Fen was keeping the baby from progressing more with firm but gentle pressure against its head.

"Hey, they're transferring us to a different bus, sweet-tart, it just got here," Fen's voice right in Atlas' ear was the only thing Atlas could hear outside of their own harsh breathing and pounding heartbeat. "The aisle is too narrow for me to pick you up but as soon as we're off the bus I'll be able to carry you, okay?"

Fuck.

There wasn't any other choice, though, so after Fen removed his hand from Atlas' leggings, Atlas slowly adjusted so they could stand.

Fen supported them the whole time but with every step Atlas could feel their labia bulging and spreading more and more. Not to mention the way their hole was starting to burn with the stretch as the baby began to crown.

The step down from the bus was the worst and the baby was nearly at a full crown by the time Fen was picking them up to carry them over to the other bus.

Thank fuck the other bus was a little bigger so Atlas didn't have to walk to a seat. Especially since a contraction started just as Fen was stepping up into the bus.

All Atlas could do was bury their face against Fen's shoulders and sob as that burning sensation just continued to get worse, their body pushing even though they were actively trying not to.

"Fen!" Atlas squealed as the rest of the baby's head popped out all at once, making their leggings bulge obscenely. "I-It's - Oh God - th-the head is - it's out," they stammered, clinging to Fen even as their husband gently laid them on the row of seats in the back of the bus.

"Okay, okay - Babe, just, I need you to let go of me so I can - uh - look and help," Fen said in a mumbled rush, standing once Atlas let go before kneeling between Atlas' feet. "We need to get these pants off, okay?" he asked, already reaching for the waistband of the leggings.

"Wait - waitwaitwait," Atlas gasped, keening as their abdomen cramped and tightened again. They could feel the baby turning and a shoulder trying to come out but their leggings didn't let that happen.

At least until Fen managed to pull the legging down - ignoring Atlas' pleas because they needed to come off - and several things happened all at once.

The first shoulder slid out, closely followed by the second one and, before Fen even had Atlas' leggings to their knees, the baby was born with a large gush of fluid.

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I'm loving the build a birth prompts I'm getting and I'm super excited to work on them once I get home omg

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Please send me some of these!!

Build-A-Birth Prompt!

send an ask with a string of emojis from below to build a birth prompt! will update this as time goes on and feel free to add your own!

GENDER OF CARRIER

🤰🏽 female 🫃🏽 male 🫄🏽 nonbinary

NUMBER OF BABIES

1️⃣ singleton 2️⃣ twins 3️⃣ triplets 4️⃣ quadruplets #️⃣ custom number

BIRTH LOCATION

🏥 hospital 🩺 birth center 🏠 home 🏫 classroom 🏖️ beach 🏙️ public (specify) 🚗 car 🚎 bus ✈️ plane 🚜 farm 🌲 forest ℹ️ other location (please specify)

OTHER DETAILS

🛑 birth denial ✋ pushing the baby back in 🦶 breech baby 🍳 posterior baby 👖 clothing birth 🩲 panty birth 💦 orgasmic birth 💧 water birth ⌛ overdue 🧠 didn't know they were pregnant

Feel free to add any other details!

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Build-A-Birth Prompt!

send an ask with a string of emojis from below to build a birth prompt! will update this as time goes on and feel free to add your own!

GENDER OF CARRIER

🤰🏽 female 🫃🏽 male 🫄🏽 nonbinary

NUMBER OF BABIES

1️⃣ singleton 2️⃣ twins 3️⃣ triplets 4️⃣ quadruplets #️⃣ custom number

BIRTH LOCATION

🏥 hospital 🩺 birth center 🏠 home 🏫 classroom 🏖️ beach 🏙️ public (specify) 🚗 car 🚎 bus ✈️ plane 🚜 farm 🌲 forest ℹ️ other location (please specify)

OTHER DETAILS

🛑 birth denial ✋ pushing the baby back in 🦶 breech baby 🍳 posterior baby 👖 clothing birth 🩲 panty birth 💦 orgasmic birth 💧 water birth ⌛ overdue 🧠 didn't know they were pregnant

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Rachel's first birth

This is a BIG commission for @maeisophiend, thank you! As per usual, you will find pregnancy, birth content, and denial content, as well a this story goes a bit towards the sadistic side so mind it. Hope you like it :)

Rachel put the phone down and blinked twice. The chair creaked as she pushed herself back, her head falling against the headrest as one of her hands moved to her back to fix the cushion there. The other hand circled towards her front, slowly caressing the entirety of her huge stomach.

"Ugh..." letting out through her nose a long breath she didn’t know she was holding, she looked down at herself. "Getting too comfortable in there, huh?"

As if replying, the baby inside her tummy kicked right where her hand rested.

"God…" A small cramp took over her, her middle contracting uncomfortably. "You better not take long to come out."

Today, she confirmed her last service as an escort. Her boss had taken good care of her during her pregnancy, and the least she could do when he talked her into being a birthing escort was to think about it. 

All her clients had been more than satisfied with Rachel, they enjoyed as much as her the process of being pregnant; seeing her body change and grow, moving from the slender frame that came accompanied by the shy, redhead girl into the curvaceous, gravid, confident goddess that being pregnant turned her into.

The moment she finally acknowledged that those awful stomach bugs she experienced for weeks were actually morning sickness and all the weight she had been putting on wasn’t just stress eating from finals seasons, the moment she bought the test and it showed the two lines, Rachel’s world crumbled.

But as the tiny little unnoticeable bump grew larger, her hips widened. She started putting some weight on her thighs, ass, and boobs; pregnancy gave her that glow; it wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought. Of course, she got a bunch of looks in classes, both lascivious and judging, and the doubts about what was going to happen after all the fun parts happened were always there.

And then the chance came, offering enough money to get out of college in good standing, with no student loan and beyond. To live comfortably ever after, for a while. She could go and get that PhD without having to worry about anything, truly a dream come true. 

She was reluctant at first until the moment she realized that indeed, someone out there was interested in her gravid body. 

And now that she was pregnant, very pregnant, aching all the time, uncomfortable, heavy, and so overdue, another chance was coming at her again. And she took it without hesitating.

Birth escort service. The deal was easy, and deep down, Rachel was excited about the idea. Being so full and so heavy during all those months took a toll. Sometimes all she wanted was to be under someone else's control. 

On the second try, she managed to get up from the comfortable chair. Hand in her back and under her stomach, she waddled her way towards her closet, ready to start thinking about what she was going to wear.

***

The winning outfit was the black midi dress she bought at the start of her pregnancy. It used to fit perfectly, almost a bit loose, but now it clung tightly to her swollen body, pressing hard against her protuberant middle and barely containing her swollen assets.

It used to fit her past her knees, now it was barely making it past her soft thighs. Rachel turned around, staring at herself in the mirror over her shoulder and smiling softly to herself. Still, she looked amazing. 

A groan escaped her lips when the baby inside her shifted, kicking her rib, and she had to cling to the mirror to gain some stability. Her free hand moved to the side of her belly, caressing softly over the fabric. If she could, she would rip the dress off and touch real skin, something she has been craving so badly lately: someone to rub her gravid bump, skin with skin, someone to rub their fingers over her tight, red, stretched poor skin.

But she wasn’t going to do that, she was already late. Today was the day. 

Her transportation was waiting outside, she could see the black car parked outside her place from the window. She swallowed, and a small knot of anxiety formed in her stomach.

She tried to pull down the dress a bit more, stretching it down past her thighs as much as she could, but it went up again. Any other time, the way the fabric pressed against her skin, clinging to her stomach, pressing against her popped belly button, wouldn't have bothered her, but today. An involuntary moan escaped her lips at the amalgam of startling sensations, and Rachel’s face scrunched in discomfort. Everything was too much these days.

"Ah…!" she bit her lip, closing her eyes and breathing, trying to get rid of the overwhelming feelings. "Mhm…"

The baby was sitting low inside her, and to be honest, she felt as if it could just pop out of her any step she took now. Rachel turned sideways, tilting her head to the side to face her body in the mirror, rubbing a hand all over her stomach, from where her swollen breasts rested heavily, over to her sensitive belly button and to the underside. 

She dropped that morning, and it was painfully obvious that she was overdue and ready to pop that baby out. 

Her phone vibrated inside her bag, and she reached to get it out to read the notification that downstairs, the car was waiting. Giving a step back, she tilted her head to stare outside her window, staring at the black car with tinted windows. Her baby squirmed inside her, making her groan a little. 

Slowly, she started to make her way to the stairs. The past few days since the baby dropped, everything seemed harder, more painful; the independence she claimed so much during her pregnancy seemed to be gone in a matter of days.

Sliding one hand under her stomach and the other behind her back, getting all the support she could give herself, Rachel made her way to the stairs. Breathing deeply, she took deliberate steps, her body tensing to keep her balance. Her muscles and herself were making an incredible effort to make a steady walk downstairs. When Rachel finally reached the front door, her face was scrunched up in a grimace.

A small moan left her lips the moment she reached the car, leaning in to open the door, as her middle was shaken by a cramp. The muscles of her stomach contracted, and Rachel froze with one hand holding the door handle and the other her stomach; it wasn't painful, just terribly uncomfortable. 

Just a sneak peek of what was about to come, she thought, waddling her way to the backseat.

***

Rachel knocked twice. Inside the room, there were the sounds of rustling and someone moving from one side of the room to the other, until whoever was inside finally started making their way to the door. She imagined that someone was already watching her from the inside, through the peephole, and Rachel squirmed in place, her arms moving to hug her stomach.

The door opened, and the young man inside didn’t look at her twice as he moved aside to let her inside. Well, there weren't probably many heavily pregnant women in the building; there wasn't that much room for mistakes.

Her heels echoed in an irregular, slow pattern as she waddled her way inside the room, both arms still protectively wrapped around her belly. The man followed her suit, and the redhead swore she could feel his eyes wandering over her body from head to toe.

The guy presented himself as Adam, quick and sharp, and he left her standing by the door as he walked towards the bed in the middle of the room to sit down. Rachel looked around, averting her eyes from the man.

The room was pretty cheap hotel-standard, with the queen-size bed, dark curtains covering the windows, and a small bar opposite the bed filled with alcoholic beverages. The man looked good in way too formal clothing. His suit looked expensive.

He looked at her, scanning up and down again with no shame, and nodded in silence. She was everything he asked for. Cute, and so, so pregnant. Her stomach hung low on her hips, a gravid orb that was almost mesmerizing, and if he didn't know better, he would've guessed she was carrying twins.

But she was a single momma, one big, heavy baby. They told him that the baby was almost ten pounds, and looking at her almost small frame contrasting with her gravid stomach, he had no doubt. She carried herself well, though, for someone so big Rachel tried to conceal the waddle as much as she could, and she knew how to hide how fast she would get out of breath with the minimum effort.

"Well…" Rachel cleared her throat, her arms moving to rest by the sides of her body, a conscious movement to give him a better view.

"Well" Adam echoed, and Rachel noticed the small artifact tangled between his fingers. "You know how this goes?"

It was a question that sounded more like an affirmation. The redhead nodded.

"Okay. We’ll do it my way." Holding his hand up, he shook the small thing he was holding, a remote. "So, yeah." 

Something warm started to drip down between her legs, and Rachel looked down to see a trickle of liquid dripping from her and starting to form a puddle on the floor. She looked up to find Adam holding up the remote in the air, and he shook it softly before his finger moved to press another button.

A gush of amniotic liquid rushed out of her as her water broke, staining her black dress and messing up her shoes. A loud gasp escaped through her lips, and Rachel’s hand shot first to her middle, then slid between her legs, her fingers pressing over the wet, sticky fabric of her panties.

"Ah! Oh..!" Rachel breathed at the feeling of the wet clothing, trying to stand straight as she cleaned her throat. "Uhm, we’re at it already?"

Adam didn’t reply; instead, he stood up from the bed and started making his way towards Rachel. The sound of his firm, almost rushed steps was the only sound in the hotel bedroom. As soon as he made his way to the girl, he stood there, taking in all of her.

His hand traveled to her face, moving a strand of red hair from Rachel’s warm face, then it moved down towards her middle. His hand pressed softly against the firm flesh, slowly making its way all over the gravid stomach.

He took his time, enjoying the way Rachel’s breath would hitch when he rubbed sensitive, tender spots—that lately was most of her. Her breasts, full and tender; her skin sensitive everywhere; her stomach—an erogenous zone on its own. The smallest touch could make her feel things.

Adam was quick to notice the effect his touch had on the girl. But he decided against doing anything else for now. 

"Take the dress off," he said, pointing to the bed with his head. "You can get changed."

Rachel made her way to the bed, staring down at the things that were lying down there: a pair of jeans that looked way too tight for her, a colorful tank top, almost ridiculous, and an ice bucket. 

"You can change," Adam said behind her. "Just make sure to take everything you have right now off."

Everything. Alright. Rachel grunted as she bent down, or tried to, to slide off her shoes, and felt Adam's hand gripping her arm to help her remain steady. She gladly obliged, then proceeded to unzip her dress.

Rachel took the jeans and held them in front of her face, and she knew they were going to barely fit. Tight jeans. She turned around, giving Adam a questioning look that was quickly wiped away from her face. She let out a faint huff, taking her eyes away from the man and returning her attention to the jeans. 

The bed creaked when she plopped her weight down, sitting half naked there. The only part of her body that was covered now after she slid off her dress was her chest, her swollen breasts tightly constricted in a pretty bra. 

"Mh-hm, she breathed, in through her nose and out through her lips, as she made an effort to slide into the jeans. "C’mon…nhg…"

It left her a bit out of breath and a bit sweaty. Adam didn't press any buttons, his fingers were still hoovering over all the control. 

He had spent a while studying the control when he first got it, what every button did, and what extent he could go to. The simple thought delighted him: he was going to have control over everything that was going on with Rachel’s body.

He could decide when her water was going to break (and he pondered the idea of pressing the button before Rachel came to the room, knowing she would probably be in public when it happened), he was going to be the one to decide when she would have contractions and the intensity of them. And of course, Rachel was going to have to fight a bit for it.

"Now." Adam started, "This isn’t going to be easy, is that okay with you?" Rachel, on the other side of the room, nodded. "You are going to have to earn it. You understand?"

Rachel swallowed, nodding as her hand moved to rest on top of her belly unconsciously. She would have never imagined that her first birth—because she definitely was planning on having a few more—would go like this. Yet the whole idea still made her as excited as nervous, there was a drill to all of the danger.

"Okay. We can get started…" Rachel started to say, but her words were interrupted by a gasp. Her stomach contracted under the touch of her hand, sending an uncomfortable wave of pain through her middle and towards her back pain. "...whenever you like. Now, I see."

Her eyes traveled to see Adam’s fingers hovering over the small controller in his hands, ready to press buttons at any time. The feeling that took over her gravid stomach wasn’t exactly pain, not yet, just like a mildly uncomfortable feeling as she felt earlier, but this time it would definitely make her stop in her tracks.

The fun hadn't begun yet.

"Get up. Leave the top for later," the man ordered. "Come here."

Rachel complied. She held her belly with one hand and used her free hand to push herself from the bed. It took her one, two tries before gravity allowed her to get on her feet. The jeans were tight and trapping down her bottom. The waistline was tight right against her underbelly, the buttons barely keeping it together to keep the jeans in place. 

She didn't think it would be possible to walk like that, but she could. Barefoot, she waddled towards the man. Still, Rachel wanted to keep her composure, with her posture straight and the shoulders pushed back, and trying not to waddle, but every minute it passed it became harder to carry herself with so much pride. 

"I want you to..." Adam started, licking his lips as he seemed to think deeply about his next words. "Pour me a whiskey. On the rocks."

His head tilted towards the small bar on the other side of the room, then to the ice bucket that rested on the night table, then back to Rachel. The girl took a deep breath and turned sideways to start making her way towards the bar. It was close; the room wasn't that big, and it wasn’t that much of a deal, but now, everything she did felt as if she were covered with a damp, hot cloth over her that hindered her movements and her perception.  

She felt hot, her body now too hot at her own touch and merely sensitive; the clothing was rubbing the wrong way, and everything just felt too much. If Rachel had to guess, her water breaking was already starting to have the effects of labor on her body. The sensations and the feelings didn’t actually stop when the progress was stopped.

She could take five steps when a contraction hit her, hard enough to make her stop and take a deep breath. Her lips stuck together as she let out a low hum that vibrated down her throat, her eyes closing as the mild pain started to fade away. She could imagine, behind her, Adam’s eyes staring at her intently as he played with the remote in his hands.

She wasn’t so wrong, but Adam’s attention was fixed on the two buttons that illustrated two arrows, one up and one down. One up, and the contractions would go from an annoying one on the pain scale to a bearable two, and so on. He had made the rules clear, and she agreed to them. Adam had planned a long night.

Rachel resumed her way towards the bar, clearing her throat as her hand distractedly rubbed the side of her belly. One step after the other, one at a time, she tried to focus on the way in front of her and not on Adam’s heavy presence behind her or the dull pain that now had settled all over her middle, from her underbelly to her lower back. 

She wasn’t waiting for the moment Adam would press the button, so she wasn’t ready at all when he did.

"Fuck…!" Rachel moaned, covering her mouth with her hand as she stopped walking, a sharp pain taking over her stomach. "Oh, uff…"

This one was definitely stronger than the past ones. If Adam was testing her, now it was actually getting real. Rachel’s lips disappeared into a thin line before they formed a small ‘o’ as she let out an exhale, trying to remain straight. Both her hands moved to rest on both sides of her stomach, rubbing soothing circles as the pain faded away. 

She didn’t turn back, keeping the nasty glare to herself. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten steps, and she was at the bar. Leaning with both hands against the bar, Rachel's hands moved to the underside of her belly as she lifted the tense orb of flesh, resting her stomach on top of the wooden surface and staring at all the bottles in front of her. 

It was quite a view, Adam thought as he walked next to her, keeping enough distance to just observe. A drop of sweat was dripping down from the redhead's neck and sliding down her chest, getting lost between her breasts. Her gravid, round stomach was just perfect: the way the tight skin stretched all over, covered in stretch marks, red and itchy in some spots with fresh ones. Rachel did a good job of keeping it shiny and oily because he could see the way her skin glowed almost magically under the warm, dim lights.

He licked his lips. Rachel grabbed a whiskey bottle with fast fingers, opening the lid and grabbing a glass, ready to pour the beverage, and Adam let his finger press down on the contraction button. Rachel took a sharp breath in, her eyes burrowing as she bit her lips, the bottle in her hand shaking and spilling whiskey on the wooden surface.

"Uh-ah…!" A loud groan escaped her lips as she slightly bent over, pushing her hips back and looking down, eyes closed in concentration as she inhaled and exhaled. "Mh-hm!"

Rachel whined lightly as the pain started to fade away, and she started again with her task. Poured the whiskey, left the bottle, put the lid back on, and turned to walk towards the bed.

Another contraction, as strong as the last one. The glass almost fell from her hand, her knees buckling underneath her, Rachel almost fell into some sort of semi-squatting position, trying to relieve some of the pressure that was starting to take over her.

Adam wasn’t controlling it, her body was—for now—naturally letting the baby make its way down her pelvis, an uncomfortable pressure that was starting to make itself more and more evident on her hips.

"Ughh-" Rachel cried, trying to stand straight again but failing. The contraction was longer this time, and she didn’t have to look at Adam to know his finger pressed the button again. "Ah!"

Adam cleared his throat, letting out an impatient sound. Message delivered, Rachel thought as she started walking again, her face painted with a grimace that revealed her discomfort. 

With determined steps again, Rachel made it to the bed, moving to reach for the ice bucket. Two ice cubes swirled around the glass, and when she turned around, Adam was holding a small cloth in his hand.

She made her way to him, handling the glass. Adam pressed a button, and at first, Rachel didn't feel anything. 

Then she gasped and raised her eyebrows in surprise as she felt the baby's head getting lower. It was as if a bowling ball was making its way down her hips, the pressure making her part her legs slightly.

"Ah…! Sir…-" Rachel huffed, "Please don't..."

"Clean the mess you made," Adam signaled at the whiskey that fell on the floor and then to the bar. "When you finish, I'll make it stop. The longer you take, the further the baby will come, right?"

She breathed, both her hands moving to the underside of her belly, and she lifted it slightly, trying to see if it would relieve any of the pressure. Of course, it didn't work; the uncomfortable feeling of something weighing down on her hips was still there.

Swallowing, Rachel started to walk again. It was bearable, but God, she couldn't ignore the way pressure was starting to build up, slowly but surely lowering down her hips and towards her entrance, with the massive head of her baby being helped by gravity in the process.

With a grunt, she reached to grab the piece of cloth, and, taking a deep breath, she hunched forward, a hand firmly pressed on her stomach as she reached to clean the alcohol spilt on the floor. A sharp pain seized up her abdomen, making her let out a yelp and fall to her knees, her face red and scrunched up as the contraction reached its peak.

"Nhgn! God...!" Rachel cried, rocking her hips softly in the air as she felt the baby's head move a bit lower. "Shit..." Opening her eyes, she tried to focus on the floor in front of her, wiping away the few drops of liquid that had fallen. The pain in her stomach was still there as she tried to stand up, grunting her way up, but thank God it started to fade as she took one step closer to the bar.

The contraction finally faded away, but she was still painfully aware of the weight of the baby's head on her hips. A few steps in, and another contraction hit her, but it was less painful this time—just enough to make her moan loudly but not enough to make her stop.

Rachel tried to think, pondering if Adam was following a pattern she could decipher and get ahead of it to be more prepared, but it seemed like the contractions were varying in pain level and duration exclusively based on his own liking.

She got to the bar, gripping at the counter as she leaned in to wipe off whatever she dropped there. Adam stared at the way she was standing and how Rachel's legs were wider and wider apart, and he smirked.

He pressed another button.

"Oooohhh! Aughh!" Rachel cried, feeling how suddenly the baby's head made a drastic advance down her birth canal. It was painful and uncomfortable, and it made her grip the countertop with both hands, tilting her head back with a pained expression. "N...no. no, please, I'm not... ugghn...ready!"

As soon as she finished saying that, a contraction took over. Her stomach tensed, and she moaned, but Rachel forced herself to stand straight and continue cleaning.

She could feel her own body hot, heavy, and pulsating with every contraction, and Rachel could feel how the need to push was slowly building up as the baby's head descended.

"Come here," Adam ordered. "This is an easy one. Take the bra off and get into the top."

She stripped out of her bra as quickly as she could and started to stumble towards the bed, her now leaking breasts bouncing against her skin.

She tripped a little bit when another contraction hit, feeling like she was going to have to lean against the wall or someone for support, but Adam chose to go easy on her. He almost teased her, a continuous wave of pain that bothered her but was not enough to make her stop. When she reached the bedside, she had to brace herself again, this time grabbing onto the headrest and panting through a painful contraction. As soon as the last contraction passed, she moved to grab the tank top.

She looked ridiculous, her breasts barely trapped against the colorful fabric of the top that didn't cover her stomach, the tight jeans with a wet patch on the crotch area now due to all the amniotic liquid that leaked with each contraction.

And God, the need to push was becoming more and more impossible to ignore with every passing moment. She wasn't sure if Adam did it, but the baby's head wasn't moving anymore; however, the urge to push was increasing.

"Aahhhhhhhhghhh!" Rachel couldn’t help but scream when the most painful contraction she had felt until now took over her, making her squat down and push. "Ughnn!"

The baby’s head didn’t move, but her body was pushing. Rachel breathed, biting her lips as she contained another scream, her heart stomping in her chest. She didn’t have to look to know Adam was having fun.

"You’re not done yet." Adam raised his eyebrows, then lifted his arm to point towards the door.

Rachel lifted her head, a small drop of saliva falling from her mouth that she cleaned with the back of her hand. At first, she didn't understand until her eyes traveled towards the floor, where a puddle of amniotic liquid was still there.

"Clean it," Adam said. "And I might let you push."

Might. Rachel bit her lips with such force that she could have drawn blood, cradling her contracting stomach as she stood up, her legs trembling beneath her as she huffed and panted, pathetic whines coming out of her lips.

She didn’t realize the moment her labor progressed so much. She didn't realize when the faint need to push became stronger or when the baby's head positioned itself right behind her lips. She moved her hand to caress her cunt over the fabric of the tight jeans, pressing down against it enough to feel the faint start of a bulge forming.

She couldn’t be that dilated yet.

"No, no, no..." As she started moving again, she could feel the baby coming lower and lower, her body pushing against her will. "Please, no, stop!" begging, she cried out loud for Adam to stop. "Please, I can’t... aghn... push yet!"

"Huh?" Adam let out a sigh. "Can’t hear you over the mess this place is".

She heard him walking towards her, and Rachel held the waistband of her pants tightly, letting out tiny whimpers as she tried everything on her power to ignore the feeling of the baby's head making its way down her birth canal against her will, slowly but surely.  

"Stop! Stop it! Please! I can't...! Hnnn..." hunching over, Rachel whimpered weakly when the baby's head hit her cervix before stopping completely. The urge to push dissipated, leaving her to pant for breath before looking down, the blue jeans now dark with amniotic liquid that dripped from them.

She breathed, but Adam didn't allow her to catch her breath. Another wave of pain hit her stomach, and she groaned and clenched her teeth. She didn't feel the urge to push, but the weight of the head in her birth canal was impossible to ignore. 

Another contraction. 

"Aaaaaaaghhh!" Rachel screamed when she could feel the pressure building once again in her pelvis at the same time the pain reached its peak, "No, god, don't... Don't come yet!" She sobbed, holding herself. "Agh... not yet... just a little..."

"I think you're more than dilated by now" Adam snorted, crossing his arms. He glanced toward the door and shrugged. "You can push. But that won't happen unless you finish your job."

"I am..." She gritted her teeth, the strain on her lower back increasing as Adam pressed the buttons, sending another painful contraction. 

She breathed, grunting as she supported herself in both hands to stand up. With that single movement, it felt as if the baby's head slipped lower, a quiet gasp leaving her lips as she started walking again. Adam was right, from a moment to the other, the pressure started to feel like the need to push.

"Aghhhhhhhhh!" Rachel screamed once again as another contraction hit her, this time, her body pushing on its own. "Ughnnn!" 

"There we go" Adam cooed, nodding his head and watching as her whole body trembled violently as she pushed. “But it isn't going anywhere."

"Aghnn....what?" Rachel whimpered, gasping for air between each contraction as they hit her, trying to hold her body steady against.

She realized then, even when the baby's head was right there, and she was pushing, it wasn't moving. Adam wasn't letting her push, it wasn't getting any lower.

"Oh shit... oh shit, no... no... no...!" Rachel groaned softly, sweat dripping down her forehead "Please, please let me push! I need to.... ughn.... it's right there!"

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Adam shrugged, looking at Rachel with a smug look on his face. "You need to clean first."

Rachel tried to say something but didn't manage to form a coherent sentence, instead she kept struggling as Adam kept making her stomach contract, sending waves of contractions, different levels of pain and intensity. He kept going until Rachel was a whimpering mess, her legs drenched in birth fluid and her stomach red and tight, her hands gripping her stomach.

"Aaaaughhhhn, please! Just..." she panted heavily, "Let me push....please! Just..."

"Well, if you insist..."  Adam said with a smirk. He pressed a button . "Go ahead."

She looked at him, and soon Rachel was whimpering again. The baby's head made a drastic descend, sending a wave of pain through her body, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaghnnnnn! No, no!" she cried, feeling how the head was forcing its way out now, making her legs shake as she whimpered loudly. 

"No, ughnnnn!" Her fingers were still digging into her stomach as she forced herself to try to stop pushing, "Ah! Ah!" she gasped for air when the feeling stopped, her muscles relaxing slightly before tensing once more.

God, it was so low now. She didn't even know what she wanted, if to push or to stop pushing. 

She started walking, every step slower and more difficult than the last one as the pressure of the baby's head increased. She could feel her lips starting to part with every step she took; the massive head of the baby rested like an uncomfortable weight between her legs, and it was getting closer and closer. Her walk was an uncomfortable waddle now, her legs unconsciously getting wider apart as she walked, unable to keep them closed together any longer.

She slid her finger between her legs and traced the round shape of the head that spread her lips open, breathing heavily as her knees buckled beneath her when another contraction hit her. This time the baby was forcing its way out of her, but at the same time, the head wasn't going anywhere.

"Ughnn! Ahhh! Please, aghhhh!" Rachel cried, bouncing her hips in the air as the palm of her hand pressed against her crowning pussy. "Please, please, please let me push!"

Adam fidgeted with the control on his hand, fingers moving over all the buttons up and down, pressing a few times the button in order to send through Rachel's body a small wave of contractions, then a big one, enough to make her grunt and whine as she squatted down, crouching over her stomach as the urge to push took over here. No matter how hard she tried, her efforts were in vain, not making any kind of progress.

"Mhgn! Owwww…!" closing her eyes tightly, Rachel finger's searched for the jeans button, clumsy trying to undo it while she  felt the pressure build in her abdomen once again, the head forcing its way forward inch after inch. "Aaaaaaaaghn! I can... ughnn...feel it!"

She was so tired, she thought, but even so she managed to pull the zipper down, the jeans dropping to her thighs  as she leaned forwards, sliding her hand towards her pussy to feel the crowning head of her baby as it stretched her lips open further. God, it was so big.

Her vagina throbbed painfully as the huge baby fought to make its way out, and she moaned under her breath as she tried to relax, but the incredible weight of the baby that was stretching her open was making it very difficult.

"AAAAAAAAAAAGHNN!" Rachel cried when the head slipped further out, whether it was by her own body or by Adam's command, it was almost fully crowning.  

"Fuck!" she gasped as the next contraction hit her belly, and Rachel squatted down, her hands gripping at her knees as she pushed. "Aughnn! Ow, ughnnn!" she cried as the head finally reached the ring of fire, and with a deep breath, Rachel pushed, making the head pop out of her. "AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she wailed as the she cupped the head.

With her free hand, she wiped her sweat off with her arm, putting the now free hand on her stomach, squeezing down. A grunt and then a scream made their way through her throats as Rachel felt the shoulders of the huge baby starting to come out, her legs shaking as she pushed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!" she screamed in frustration when she noticed that no matter how hard she pushed the shoulders seemed to be stuck. "Come on!!!" she grunted.

Rachel lifted her eyes to look for Adam with wide eyes, only to find him staring at her from the bed, his lips turned up into a small smirk as he pointed his thumb towards the night table, where Rachel saw the remote resting there.

"I'm not doing anything, I swear," he said, shrugging. "I guess it's really stuck."

"Aaaaaghnnnnnnnn!" Rachel screamed, grunted as she pulled herself up, her knees shaking and threatening to give up. "Agh, ahgggghhhhhh! Come on, damnit... come ooooon..."

The shoulder made its way out slowly, burning every inch of the way out of her.  She screamed in agony as she pushed, and when she  finally managed to push the shoulders out, the rest of the body gushed out of her.

Rachel panted heavily, holding the baby close to her chest as she looked at Adam, who was sitting up with a satisfied grin.

"Congrats, momma!" he winked, raising an eyebrow. "It's a boy!"