#birth in a car

[i-cant-stop69]

Insanely fast car birth

#birth #birth video #birth kink #crowning #labor kink #giving birth #crowning kink #birth in a car #public birth #fast birth #car birth #unassisted birth

[donotpush]

Daily vlog

CW: mpreg, sort of magic pregnancy, birth denial, car birth

"So..." Adam smiled, holding the camera over his head, to get his best angle. "Are we filming Baby #3 birth?"

Adam asked, turning to look at his wife, and at the camera again with another smile without waiting for Alissa’s reply.

His hand traveled to spank Alisa's tight, bare belly, leaving the mark of his palm over the sensitive skin and making her groan slightly. Adam nodded enthusiastically before talking to the camera again. "Of course we are! What do you think, huh? It's a tradition at this point, right, honey?"

Alisa took a deep breath, putting herself together before looking at the camera and giving her best smile. She had been up since 5 am this morning, with a crying baby hanging from her hip and a sick toddler throwing up all day long, and honestly, the last thing she wanted to do right now was to expose herself to the camera.

But Adam insisted. How could they let their followers down without a daily vlog today?

He couldn't, and he was gonna post that vlog. Of course, who wouldn't have the energy to produce, film, edit, and post a vlog when you wake up at 10 am and do exclusively nothing all day?

Alisa knew that it was their job, that the moment they signed up for the influencer life, their whole purpose (and not like she was complaining, there were moms out there that had real jobs and still had to deal with way worse than her) but she did expect some empathy from her husband.

She was about to pop, literally, this baby out. Everything was crazy, from her hormones to the altered routine in the house, but as always, Adam was blissfully unaware of the chaos that surrounded their lives right now.

“So, there you go” Adam winked at the camera, “Actually, our next blog will probably be Baby’s #3 birth, right honey?”

Yes, it was gonna be another birth vlog. This morning when she looked at herself in the mirror, Alissa realized that her stomach had dropped, tight and bloated past her hips, the taut skin stretching to its limits today seemed like it was about to burst.

So, yes, the next video on their channel Alissa was almost 100% sure it was gonna be a birth vlog.

“...maybe.”

She really wished that this time they could’ve done something a bit more… conventional. Private, away from all the cameras and views. With their last baby, Adam had the fucking camera in her face the whole process. From the moment she woke up to contractions to the moment she popped out the kid in the birthing tub. This time, she wasn’t in the mood for all that, no matter how many views it would give them.

Adam went on, ranting about something and talking about their sponsor they got earlier in the month, a really bad marketing job for a really bad product, but Alisa didn’t hear him because Ryatt was getting something she shouldn’t have inside her mouth. The blonde groaned as she clumsily tried to kneel down, reaching over her huge stomach to take the toy out of the baby’s sticky hand.

“Adam, help me here” she breathed, pointing to the baby with her hand.

Adam gave her a look, and outside of the camera frame, signaled her to wait. He talked about another one of their sponsors, said goodbye to their subscribers and their classic outro line (family always first, and y’all are family) to their subscribers, and just then walked over to help her after he turned the camera off.

“God, fuck…!” she groaned, holding onto her stomach as she struggled to stand up straight.

“Language” Adam raised an eyebrow, pointing at Ryatt with his head.

“Bullspit, I’m so darn over with this”, pointing to herself, Alisa looked down at her gravid stomach. “I’m so fucking done. I can’t wait to get this baby out of me and… And I told you I would prefer to keep his birth private, Adam”

The tone wasn’t stern or accusative, just done— deep down, Alisa knew her husband was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. Little choice she had.

“I know, I know…” Adam shrugged, his eyebrows raising and his mouth scrunching up.

He knew, of course, he did, but to be honest, he didn’t care enough. His wife was being dramatic as if she hadn’t gone over with this two times already. But he knew that he had to add something to fill the silence that followed, he always did have something to say.

“If I could, babe, I would carry our baby for you” he sighed dramatically, turning around and away from his wife. “Actually, I wish I could be pregnant instead of you right now, honey…”

His words were left hanging in the air as Adam disappeared into the hallway to the kitchen, ready to grab a beer and sit down on the couch to relax for a while before getting to edit.

Actually, I wish I could be pregnant instead of you right now.

Alisa stared at his back as he disappeared into the kitchen. His nice legs and his toned arms, his perfect back and she couldn’t see the six-pack, but it was there. Because Adam didn’t have to carry two kids, to gain weight and to lose weight, to lose his six-pack or to see his whole body change in a matter of months.

It wasn't him who had to endure the contractions, the labor, or the long hospital nights while waiting to be able to spread his legs open and push.

He didn’t wish he could be pregnant. Oh, but Alisa did.

***

Alisa made breakfast, did laundry, got through the morning with two kids under 5 and all while dealing with those awful cramps that kept interrupting her. They weren't contractions, she knew those pretty well, but they were the foreword of a long story.

Adam? He edited their latest video and went to take a nap on the couch.

Without opening his eyes, Adam let out a small groan and tilted his head to hide his face against one of the cushions. Something had interrupted his sleep, but he didn’t hear Ryatt's cries or Bobby playing loudly somewhere in the house, nor his wife complaining about something.

So he did what everyone would do, he didn’t even bother fully opening his eyes and tried to go fall back into a deep slumber.

But something was off. His head was feeling dizzy and his whole body was… acting funny. An overall feeling of being sick, something he ate, probably.

He shifted, moving his hips to turn to his side, and he frowned when he felt something in his stomach move. With a groan, the hand that rested between his thighs slid off from there to move to his abs, rubbing the soft spot trying to ease whatever was grumbling inside his tummy.

Soft, a bit harder if he pressed down. But it didn’t have to be soft, he hit the gym 6 days a week and had washboard abs, he was the envy of all the suburban dads in their neighborhood. Suddenly, his stomach fussed again, and this time it came accompanied by a cold free of air brushing against his skin, making him shiver.

Half asleep, fighting to pull a strand of consciousness and get himself up fully, Adam’s features turned into a confused grimace as his mind finished coming back to this reality. When he finally opened his blue eyes, covering his face with his hands to dismiss the headache that the sunlight from the windows gave him, he immediately knew something wasn’t right.

His free hand was still rubbing over his stomach, and it was still… It was round. Round and firm, the protuberance that rested under the palm of his hand.

“What…?” Adam mumbled, confusion slowly taking over his sleepiness and pulling him back to reality.

He was wide awake now, his body and mind alert. When he looked down at himself, the scream of horror that left his lips almost deafened him, leaving his eardrums ringing loudly and his heart hammering against his chest.

It felt cold. The cold breeze brushing against his skin because his white shirt was now all lifted over to his chest, exposing his warm skin to the air. His shirt was lifted because where it was supposed to be a flat, toned stomach, now there was a fat, round belly, nothing like what he had ever seen before.

He must have eaten something bad, something that made him bloat and just feel weird overall, but bloat like this?

In front of him, his stomach wasn't just bloated, it felt tight and hot at the touch and the skin was itchy, stretched to the limit in what seemed to be the few hours he was asleep. His abs were gone, and now a gravid mount of flesh sat there, huge and tender.

From confusion, Adam's mind raced to fear, because there was no logical or reasonable explanation to any of this. If it was something he ate, then it was something that made him terribly wrong and he probably should head to the doctor ASAP.

But, deep down, Adam knew it wasn't something he ate. Under a thinning layer of denial, he knew.

His chest wrenched with his agitated breaths, and Adam tried to lift himself up from the couch. He failed, not used to the weight that he carried now on his middle (God, he was heavier now) and the only thing he could do was to lay there for a few seconds, staring down.

At his belly.

He felt like he needed to puke when unexpectedly something inside him squirmed.

He closed his eyes tightly to avoid nausea rising up in his throat, and the deprivation of one of his senses seemed to whip up the other ones. He could feel how hot the skin that covered his now rounded stomach was, how hot his body was, how heavy he felt and how something was squirming inside him.

His left hand moved over his stomach, right under his left rib, and he swallowed. As soon as his hand pressed down against the tense flesh, another tiny hand pressed back from the inside.

"Fuck, fuck fuck..." gripping at the couch's back, a loud moan escaped from his lips as he curled his fingers around the fabric above the couch, holding onto it desperately, lifting himself up.

It was, to say at least, weird to carry himself around now. The few seconds that he ran, well, more like waddled, towards the bathroom were something. So this was what it was like?

The image in the mirror proved what Adam already knew.

I wish I could be pregnant.

He stared at his reflection, turning to the side to let his eyes travel from the top of his head to his middle, then turned to his other side and to the front again. His hand moved to rest on top of his stomach as if he needed another confirmation that it was there and it was real.

He thought about it for a moment, before he pinched the tight skin of his belly. He hoped he would wake up, there was a small part of him that still hoped this was just a bad dream and his mind was doing some crazy tricks while his real body was still asleep on the couch. But he was awake.

The waistband of his sweatpants moved down a centimeter. He looked down, his eyes wide open as he witnessed right in front of him how his stomach swelled, the skin extended and shifting as his stomach grew in size.

***

The front door opened, and Bobby rushed in, throwing his frog backpack next to the door before Alisa followed him with Ryatt clinging to her hip. Adam made his way to her as quickly as he could.

“Oh! Mommy, look!” Bobby shouted as soon as he saw him, his little finger pointing to Adam’s gravid stomach. “Daddy has Little brother now! Look!”

But Adam couldn't even stop to look at him, because he could only focus on the fact that where Alisa was supposed to have a nine-month overdue belly, there was just a flat stomach. Fuck.

They stood in front of each other, Alisa looked at him, then down at his belly, and then up at him again.

“Well, I guess wishes do come true, honey!” The tone was so cheerful that it made Adam’s blood boil.

Probably…his hormones messing with him? As if that was the least of his problems. A cramp took over him, painful enough to bring a frown to his face and make him rub the side of his belly.

“We need to go to the hospital!”

“Why the rush?”

A dark spot started to spread all over Adam’s grey sweatpants as a gush of amniotic fluid came out of him.

“My…your…my water just broke!”

“You need to change, and we need to take the kids to my mom’s house…”

“Why are you so calm?”

“Relax, honey” she sighed “I have done this two times already! It’s gonna be just fine. You have to change, go get the hospital bag, oh, and of course get the camera!”

“We are not… fuck… filming this” he breathed, gripping the table next to him when another sharp pain took over him.

“What do you mean?” Alisa frowned as she picked up Bobby's backpack again “It's a tradition at this point. Of course, we're filming. It’s going to be a hit.”

Besides the fact that all of this escaped all logic and reason, there was a tangible reality. Something that was happening right here, right now, and it was the fact that Adam was in labor. Didn't matter how much he tried to deny what was going on, to say he was still dreaming, because the pains that were shooting through his middle, contracting the muscles and making him whine felt very real and were happening, quicker and faster every minute.

He took a deep breath, moving his hand under his belly to lift it slightly, hoping to ease the pain or the pressure that was starting to build up on his hips, but it didn’t work. He wasn't sure how much time he had before it got actually serious, but he did know that after his water broke, it was little.

**

“Turn that off…” Adam titled the camera that rested on the car seat cup holder away, his free hand flying to wipe sweat from his forehead. “Oh, fuck…”

Alisa tilted the camera back to its original position. Her husband shifted on the passenger's seats, his both hands now busy rubbing the contracting bump that rested between his open thighs.

Well, at least now he knew that contractions were more painful than a kick in the balls.

“Oh, oh, ah!” He cried out, his body tightening up, and a low groan leaving him as he leaned forward pressing his palms against the dashboard and panting heavily. “Fuck, I need you to… ugh… I need you to drive faster, honey.”

“Babe, I’m going as fast as I can,” Alisa replied, looking at him through the corner of her eye. “Just breathe, okay?”

Looking outside the window, Adam tried to find a distraction. Anything, really, that made him not think about the increasing pressure that was building between his legs and about how low the baby was.

He shifted in his seat, his hips swinging back and front trying to find a spot that didn't make him feel so miserable. Placing a hand on the side of the seat and another on the grab handle, Adam leaned forward and spread his legs as another loud grunt escaped his lips, his eyes closing tight and his breath picking up again when another tight contraction hit him.

He tried breathing, in and out just as he would tell Alisa to do, but it wasn’t doing shit.

The heavy weight on his hips and pelvis was getting closer and closer to coming out. Adam didn’t want it to come out. At least not here, in the fucking car in the middle of the road.

“We’re five minutes away from the hospital” Alisa reassured, her hand patting his tense thigh. “Just breathe”

“I don’t… ughn, fuck! I don’t know if I can… oh… hold it in that much longer” Adam panted, moving to unclasp the seatbelt that now pressed uncomfortably against his stomach. “Fuck, there’s pressure. It feels like… I have to push!”

“How do you even know that you have to push?” Stopping at a red light, Alissa raised both eyebrows before tilting to face him.

“Because it’s coming out!” Adam cried, moving back on his seat to prop up both feet against the dashboard, throwing his head back as he moaned.

“Just breathe. We’re almost there”

Just breathe. We’re almost there. The words were an echo, and Adam was sure that he said those exact phrases before, before the births of their two kids, in this exact same car. But he didn’t realize how useless, how annoying having someone repeating just calm down was.

God, fuck, he wondered how Alissa didn’t just slap him those times. If anyone was going to tell him to calm the fuck down again, he was going to kill someone.

His murder instincts were quickly dismissed when he closed his eyes, his hands moving to slide under his belly and lifting it slightly, as if it could help to ease the pressure on his pelvis. With a cry, he shifted forward, now moving his hands to slide under his thighs, lifting his hips from the car seat.

It was coming. Now. And out.

He could feel his own body pushing against his wishes, and the more he tried to avoid it, the worse it was, the baby helpless making its way down his pelvis and towards his hole. It felt as if at the first bump Alisa hit on the road the baby would just pop out of him.

He didn’t notice when he pushed back in the seat, breathing heavily through his nose as he pressed himself down against the seat, trying to prevent anything from coming out.

But it was useless because his commitment lasted little when his brain was overwhelmed by the urge to just allow his body to do what it had to do. To push.

The baby’s head was right there. Adam’s hand slid between his legs, the palm of his hand pressing against his bulging hole, the head sitting behind his entrance and almost ready to start crowning. Almost out of him.

“…fuck!” he writhed, gritting his teeth as he kicked against the car floor. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The fingers of his free hand gripped at the grab handle, knuckles turning white, and his other hand was busy pressing against his hole, trying to keep the head from coming any further. It was useless because the head was still pushing its way down, out of him on its own.

He could feel the bulge against his palm, growing ever so slowly as Alissa pressed her foot on the pedals. Adam threw his head back, closing his eyes shut and trying to focus on his breath. The same advice he always gave: breathe.

His chest rose slowly as he inhaled, then shakily exhaled through his closed lips. It should be fine, he just had to breathe —in and out and counting to five— focus on remaining calm, and he could just make it to the hospital. They were just a few minutes away, all he had to do was… push.

“Oh, fuck, it’s coming!” he screamed, kicking his feet in the air, his hips shifting forwards and to the seat edge. “Honey, Alissa, it’s right there”

Alissa tilted her head, looking away from the road for a brief moment to face her husband. She found herself contemplating an image that, deep down in her stomach, in a very hidden spot and a very small dose, made her happy: she got exactly what she wanted. Her husband going through all of the wonderful miracles of birth.

Adam panted, the tense orb his stomach had become contracting and tensing in front of him, his hands gripping at the taunt red skin, furiously trying to relieve the pain or the pressure, his body almost shaking by the urge of pushing the baby that was starting to crown. His face was red and sweaty, hands and all of his body straining and tense.

Alissa, rightfully, stopped at a red light, a bunch of cars passing in front of them.

“Don’t stop, fuck, it’s…!” Adam shouted, but then his words became a muffled groan as he gritted his teeth, pushing his chin to his chest. “I can’t hold it in, I’m pushing!”

Even against his wishes, his body was pushing. Adam found himself trying to hold the baby in, to not give in to the urge, but his body was pushing. His stomach contracted and he found himself tensing, chin to chest, and gripping at the grab handle as he pushed. He counted to three and pushed again when another cramp took over him.

“Fuck!” he shouted, feeling the head stretching him open, making its way out. Adam reached with a free hand to press his hand over his wet, birth-fluid-stained shorts, only to feel the start of a bulge in his pants.

The pressure of the head right about to crown was hell. It only made him want to push to get over it, to push more to get the head to a full crown and get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, but god fuck he didn’t want to give birth to this baby in the car.

“It’s crowning, the head’s-... nhgn, what am I supposed to do!?” it was more a whimper than a question, and Adam found himself kicking in the air, biting his lower lips until he almost drew blood. “Shit, shit, shit…! Ughn!”

“I don’t know!” Alissa stepped on the gas and accelerated. “Don’t push! Just… wait! We’re almost there, just five minutes away from the hospital.”

Adam nodded, then shook his head, both hands moving to cup the underside of his belly, trying to relieve the pressure that was weighing him down. It didn’t work, and he found himself trying to contain a moan when another contraction rippled through his body, a gush of amniotic fluid rushing from between his legs and dripping to the car floor.

His hips jerked frantically as he rocked forth and back slightly, trying to find any angle that was comfortable for him to keep this baby in, but it was terribly useless because, with every movement of his body, the baby's head seemed to come closer and closer to a full crown.

“Ughn…!” he moaned, his fingers gracelessly trying to slide under the hem of his pants in order to pull them down. The baby was coming. “Fuck, it’s coming, I’m pushing….!”

His finger’s ministrations were interrupted when he interrupted when another contraction took over him, all of his focus on pushing. He gripped the sides of his belly, leaving white marks on the red skin, as he closed his eyes and whimpered.

“Oh, oh– it’s out, the head’s out!”

It wasn’t necessary for him to say it out loud because Alissa’s attention was dangerously divided between looking at the road and staring down between her husband's legs. His pants were dark and wet, stained by amniotic fluid, and the baby’s head bulged out of them almost obscenely -–god, it was huge—, only contained from coming further by the fabric of the pants.

“Fuck— I need to push, I need to push, I’m pushing!” he moaned, throwing his head back against the car seat and jerking his hips forward, his hands desperately trying to undo his shorts. “Ughn…the…mhgm…pants! Help me!”

“I can’t, hands at 9 and 3!”

With a loud whimper, Adam finally managed to pull his shorts down enough to allow the baby’s head to pop out of him free, a gush of fluid dampening his seat as the head dangled between his legs. His body shook at the feeling of the head stretching him open on its biggest point, and then the relief when it was finally out. Alissa stared in horror as her husband held the baby’s head in hand with one hand between his legs.

Alissa reached a hand to help Adam slide his pants down more, his body contorting as he pulled forward, pushing his hips towards the free space of whatever was left in the car. Now with his pants to his ankles, his body tensed once again, and he squirmed on his seat as he focused on the next contraction that rippled through his body.

“...fuck, nhgn!” his face became red as his feet kicked the car floor, kicking and screaming as he pushed. “Nhgn!”

With his next push, the baby’s body almost came shooting out of him. He screamed in pain as he felt the body coming out of him, the shoulders being even worse than the head. But before he could realize, it was over. A second later he heard a heavy cry, and the newborn resting against his chest.

His body slumped against the seat. He looked outside the windows, seeing the well known entrance of the hospital as Alissa parked the car, parking it at the nearest spot available. Before unclasping her seatbelt, Alissa reached to grab the videocamera. Adam stared at it before he spoke.

"You filmed it, right?”

#birth kink #pregnancy #labor #birth denial #pregnancy fantasy #mpreg #fpreg #clothing birth #car birth #birt in car #trying to hold it in #stories

[birthing1020]

Birth meme:

🤰2️⃣🚗ℹ️🛑✋️💦

ℹ️ = alley

Tags; female, twins, car, alley, birth denial, pushing the baby back in, orgasmic birth.

“Ow! Ow! Owww!”

You grip the steering wheel before tugging on your seatbelt to loosen it up on your belly. You’ve been contracting for over twelve hours with the same amount of progression — almost nothing, but of course during rush hour traffic, you begin to feel more pain.

“Can this traffic be any slower?!”

You groan in pain and rub your belly, feeling the little boy and girl inside your huge belly move and kick around. You were due any day now with twins and it might be in the middle of this traffic, not that you’d want to think about that.

A half hour goes by and you’re stuck as the pain in your swollen belly gets tighter and closer together, the most inconvenient time and you’re about to go into labor, as the traffic inches the contractions get stronger.

You moan out in pain and hunch over, luckily one of the side streets has an alley - not the best birthing area but you can’t wait an hour to get home and birth in your house, they were coming. You spread your legs in your seat and rub your swollen pussy through your panties. Conveniently you were wearing a dress and tight panties that cupped your laboring cunt the right way.

“Ohhhhh-.” You moan out with a mix of pain and pleasure, you grind on your hand as you hurriedly pull into the alleyway - hoping nobody else was nearby. You unbuckle your seatbelt and sigh with instant relief, your huge belly hanging out of your dress. Luckily you were short enough to climb into the backseat and that was your plan, but you first straddle the middle console.

You groan and press into the hard leather, grinding on the object. The feeling of pressure on the surrounding areas of your pulsating cunt, making you drip with pleasure. You moan out and slide your dress off, your big milky tits naturally bouncing - you wanted to feel as comfortable as possible. You finally slide into the backseat and lye on your back, your legs spread as you finally kick your panties off.

However, the contractions are still close together but not progressing any stronger! You sigh out in frustration and moan in annoyance, you might as well make the most out of this.

“Come out for mommy, babies.” You soothingly rub your belly and try to negotiate with the babies in your womb, you know it’s almost time but you have to practically force them out.

You spread your achy pussy folds that are already dripping with excitement and anticipation. You groan out and rub your throbbing clit, sliding one finger inside your cunt and the other in circular motions around the sensitive area. “Ooooh.” You arch your back and rub faster, your folds rubbing on your hand. “Oh, God!” You scream out. This pregnancy was making you very sensitive and you weren’t complaining. Your breathing hitches as you cum through a contraction, you groan loudly and bare down.

The pressure in your contracting belly and cunt, making you strain your legs and push. Your eyes widen as you realize this was it - you were going to birth your children in an alley. You grip the head rest with one hand and massage your pussy, your fingers rhythmically making their way in and out of your pussy as you push down again. “Oh my God!” You scream out as your breathing intensifies.

Your head goes back in pure pleasure, your hand cupping your cunt as you feel a bulge touch your hand. You push down again, your toes curling and digging into the seat as you let out a pained scream. Cupping the head and pushing into a slow crown, you pant and push the head back into your vagina, toying the entrance of your achy folds.

“Oh God, oh yes. Oh yes.” You close your eyes and push the head back in again, moving at your own slow and steady pace. The feeling of the huge head moving in and out of you is sending pleasure down your body. As you toy with the head again, fluids gush out of your vagina and you cum. Your water breaking as the baby quickly slides out of your fully pushing and laboring cunt.

“OHHHHHHH!” You scream out in pleasure and pant wildly, trying to catch your breath. You now realize you have to do this one more time —.

You bring your little girl up your chest and pant, putting the baby on your nipple. Your free hand now working on your bringing your next baby out. This one will be much easier than the last as you rub your more than sensitive clit, once again sending waves up pleasure down your body.

“Oh, God.” You pant out and push through a contraction, you scream with the pleasure and pain this birth is now giving you. You shut your eyes and cup the now protruding bulge between your legs, pushing the head in and out of your drenched cunt. The head is bigger than the last, expanding and shifting through your fold. You groan loudly and push the baby boy out.

A sudden pressure relief has now left your achy cunt and body as you pushed two enormous babies out of your stretched out vagina. You groan and latch the next baby on your other nipple, sighing in relief that it’s over.

#preggophilia #labor kink #birth kink #maieusiophilia #birth meme #car birth

[pumpkinbirth]

Build a Birth prompt

🤰1️⃣🚗(no laying down)🛑👖

"H-haahh...come on, just w-wait..." I begged through grit teeth, one of my hands firmly pressed between my legs as I drove. While saving on the cost of an ambulance seemed like a smart idea at first, I was now thoroughly regretting it.

It seemed like everywhere was experiencing road work today, and after so many detours I wasn't even sure if I was getting any closer to the hospital. All the while my labor progressed much faster than I thought it would, and even though I was doing all I could not to push it still felt like I was on the verge of crowning any second.

Both my pants and the seat were uncomfortably wet, and it felt like small spurts of my water kept coming with every contraction. Those were getting so close together now, to the point where I'd been honked at more than once as I was distracted by breathing through them at stoplights.

"Mnhhh...fuck, it's coming I can't--!" Anxiety filled my voice as I looked around, making sure the way was clear before I crossed lanes on the freeway. The urge was just too powerful, too much to ignore or force back any longer.

As soon as I pulled over I unbuckled my seatbelt, which had been uncomfortably digging into my belly during the whole drive. Before I could do anything else I was wracked with a fresh contraction, and I wailed helplessly through the pain.

"W-wait, please, I--" I tried to shift my leggings down, but it seemed like my body could only focus on one task at a time, so I relented and pushed hard, hoping that'd make it go by faster. Instead, my heart raced as I felt my lips parting, the crotch of my leggings beginning to bulge slightly outward.

"O-oh god its coming it's r-right there...!" I spread my legs as wide as I could in the drivers seat, hitching my knee up on the center console as I pushed again, more liquid gushing from my laboring cunt and dripping onto the floormat. The fabric between my legs stretched further out, and I squealed with effort as I struggled to give birth. All at once the pressure reached its peak, and my ruined leggings bagged out as my baby was finally born.

It looked like I had saved on the cost of the hospital, as well.

#pumpkin answers #pumpkin writes #build a birth #pregnancy kink #labor kink #birth kink #public birth #clothing birth #car birth #birth denial

[fappinreborn]

And if you’re still open for story prompts and all…! Have you considered something like VR pregnancy but in the form of phone app? There’s a secret pregnancy app suddenly installed in your phone; at first you don’t know what kind of app it is until it gives you pop-up notification when a pregnant woman nearby…. Using the app, you can mess around with the woman’s pregnancy; accelerate the pregnancy, decrease or increase the amount of babies inside, to delay or fasten labor or birth… so imagine when you can make an overdue woman give birth using the app but pausing the birth during crowning moment, so she’s basically stuck in crowing position (forever) until you resumed it in your app

You know, this idea had been in my head for a while, but I never got the will to do it... until now. Preggo Control (Part 1 of ?) I don't how this app entered my phone this morning. The developer's name does not exist anywhere in the website nor in the app store. I was 90% sure this could be malware. Yet, even though I could delete the app if I want to, the title of the app alone made it sound like it's worth keeping and using. The Preggo Control app sounded like something that I would use to truly live out my pregnancy fantasies.

Still, when I opened the app, it doesn't do anything, only telling me to find a heavily pregnant woman nearby. It's saturday and I'm not meeting anybody today, so I went out to my nearest local hospital first, since there's gotta be pregnant woman coming and going. I went to the local cafe near the hospital and wait at the corner of the cafe, making sure my phone is not visible by anyone. Soon enough, the phone pinged me and told me that there's a pregnant women nearby of all stages of pregnancy. The images of the pregnant women popped up, along with the description of the woman and their current location. I selected the furthest pregnancy near me and the list was expanded. Name: Amelie Pregnancy: 39 weeks, 4 days Labor: Not yet (First contraction in 5 days, 4 hours, 11 minutes ) Baby: 1 (8.5lbs) Current Activity: Final ultrasound checkup Birth plan: Hospital And the option: Would you like to control this woman's pregnancy? I pressed yes and the options opened up, along with the video of that pregnant woman, currently just finishing her checkup with her hsuband and going back to their car. I can progress the pregnancy to up to 42 weeks and increase the size of the baby. I can also activate their labor and birth at any time and set a script of how it'll go. From where they give birth to what they wear. I can see that she's wearing gray leggings so need to change that and she's with her husband in the car.

With me wanting to watch something immediately, I wore my headset and prepared myself to start it. I slowly increased her pregnancy to overdue and bumped the baby size to 10lbs after she was done with the ultrasound. She didn't notice a thing, so I'm in the clear. I activated the labor and gave her mild labor pains to unease her for a bit. I waited... and waited... and waited... until they're a bit far from the hospital and finally activating the birth process. I can see her water immediately breaks and the contraction hitting her hard like a truck. The couple panics and then the husband quickly swerved back to the hospital. The woman starts pushing hard and I can see the baby quickly starting to tent out the poor woman's leggings. She reached down and felt the head bulging out and tried to get the pants off but couldn't, like the pants are stitched to her skins. She pushed again, the bulge getting bigger and the husband stepped on the gas hard.

I couldn't let them reach the hospital before the baby's born, so I made the woman push until the head fully came out between her legs. She kept screaming and felt the baby bulging out her leggings in panic. They're getting close to the hospital, so I made her push hard and let the baby slip out into her pant leg, right after they pulled up to the ER. I came... seeing the poor woman got hit by something truly out of control is worth my time and entertainment. I packed up my stuff and went back home, satisfied by the outcome. "This is gonna be fun." I said to myself, staring at my new app.

#birth kink #giving birth #labor kink #birth denial #clothing birth #panty birth #car birth #clothed birth

[fallenclan]

hailpaw :((( i never drew it (bc she wasn't scarred or killed by it) but at the start of her apprenticeship she broke a bone, and was in the medicine den for MONTHS. and now she's healed, but she's the only one of her siblings that hasn't become a warrior yet, even though she's 15 moons old now. hopefully she will get there soon.

ON A HAPPIER NOTE. look how fucking cool jaggedstripe looks. and her kits are so cute,,, im so glad we've got some new young blood in the clan :D

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#but yes i tend not to draw all the injuries and illnesses that dont have a huge impact? just because if i did i'd have to draw So Much Stuff #toro actually has a scar on her muzzle from getting hit by a car but by the time she healed from it. that moon had already been posted #so if you notice later on she has a scar on her nose. dont worry about it i was being lazy #clangen #clan generator #warrior cats #art #fallenart #OH AND YEAH MOXIE PREGNANCY ARC #as of drawing this. she has already given birth. teehee #moxie #otterslip #hailcrash #jaggedstripe #bluefern #rabbitpounce #blizzardfang #silverbelly #stormsight

[casuallybirthing]

Pregnancy #11 (Story time)

Apologies for not posting in a while, life got busy and couldn't post in a while. But I did had a couple babies.

This one happened like 2 weeks ago. It was the afternoon at work when my belly began to grow rapidly. My clothes were fairly loose, but the belly made them tight. I was going to go get changed, but I realized that I hadn't restocked my spares and ran out of maternity clothes for work.

Worse, it felt like the baby is coming when the office hour was over, so I waddled quickly into the car, the baby felt like it was starting to go down the canal as I reached the car.

I decided not to risk it this time around and went to the backseat of the car and delivered the baby there. I unbuttoned my shirt to let my belly and breasts loose, but couldn't even get my work pants off as I began to push.

My pants and panties were tight as I felt the head began to crown. I pushed hard, letting the crown become more pronounced with each contraction. The head was big and stretching my pants until I felt the head fully crowning.

I took a deep breath and felt the head bulging my work pants before pushing again and felt the head popped out. I waited for the next contraction before pushing again, while guiding the head to come into my pant leg.

At the next push, the shoulders popped out and the baby slid out of me. I pulled the baby out of me before finally getting out of the backseat and into the driver's seat.

Once the adrenaline wears off, I finally drove off work, with the newborn baby in tow.

#birth kink #giving birth #labor kink #birth denial #rapid pregnancy #clothing birth #panty birth #clothed birth #public birth #car birth

[yesloulou]

@ redbullracing: Just dropping this here (x)

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #* #** #rbr #im all about bottom daniel these days but #he's so fucking. like exuding top energy today #rail me :( #alternatively look at his lil birthing hips all bruised up from max and max's boy car

[try-energy-nothing]

#birth chart #imogen poots #welcome home #fanfics #cartomancy #digital aritst #دعاء #vampirecore #cars #enhypen #the magnus archives

[ferociouscharm]

my dad is like “this show is depressing you can feel the desolation and isolation, the whiteness is just so oppressive.”

He meant all the ice not the cold boys

#The terror #he also said “there aren’t any laughs” [in the first 2 episodes which] which is not true: Goodsir attempting a bedside manner is funny #though not everything needs to be funny #and the show is just not in a laugh out loud way #James constantly risking his life due to his insecurities about the circumstances of his birth #Not being able to die until he’s found unconditional love?/shared his greatest shame? #and only after risking his life to bring a woman he once all but condemned die her personal belongings? #it’s funny like a drunk driver being let off only to be hit by a car is funny… #it scratches an itch in our brains that says “make it make sense”

[donotpush]

OMG 🥵🥵😍😍😍😍 guess she couldn't hold it in any longer!

CREDITS: @ovinaxu on Twitter!

#birth kink #labor #birth denial #clothing birth #car birth #pregnancy #pregnant fantasy #fpreg #fpreg art

[shvroyism]

she got her masters in cuntology with a concentration in motherlogical studies from the university of servington

#having such a pretty face is crazy #olivia cooke #may god bless the dinosaur that die to become the petrol that fueled the car that took her mother to the hospital to give birth to her #alicent hightower

[birthfan]

You’re in labour with our twins and we’re on our way to the hospital. It’s rush hour traffic and there’s a big blockage up ahead. It’s bumper to bumper traffic. I’m rubbing your thighs with my free hand, trying to soothe you. I tell you to just hold out a little longer. We’ll make it if you just hold on. I’m begging you not to, telling you you’re strong enough to hold on, but you feel the urge to push…

The urge is becoming worse as we hit a speed bump, which makes the baby slip past my cervix "hnnng fuck fffffgggaah I have to push!" I exclaim clutching my belly as I spread my legs on the dashboard.

"babe please hold on we're out of the traffic, just a couple more kilometres and we're there" you say as you turn left only to immediately find yourself stuck in traffic again "oh fuck".

"I can't sweetie I hnnng gotta puuuuUUUSH!!" I yell as a contraction hits me causing me to push, you raise my sundress' skirt exposing my puffy lips ready to spread open for our baby.

You rub my inner thigh and smile sympathetically understanding that I can't hold back anymore. I bury my chin into my chest as I push "mmmmmmmmmnnnggggg huuu I wanted that epidural" I whimper out as my womanhood starts to open up slowly.

Your hand slides down towards my lips "I'm sorry baby, I just had no way of knowing it'd be like this" you say massaging my labias. "I k-know sweetie huuu mmmm, oh god here comes another one hnnnnnngggghaaa" I cry out as I push again, my lips opening more and more.

As I keep my feet on the dashboard and test in-between pushes, you can see people from other cars looking curiously at my situation, but decide against telling me to avoid stressing me out "you're doing amazing sweetie" you say kissing my cheek.

I smile lightly before pushing again "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhh" I give it my all as the baby crowns and the head comes halfway out "oooh god I'm gonna tear!!" I cry out my hands going to my vagina.

The traffic begins to clear out as you put your feet on the pedal and we're moving again "we might make it to the hospital baby" you say as my hands wrap around my baby's head.

As we enter the parking lot I push again "mmmmmmmnnnnAAAAAAAA haaa haaa the head's out" I pant out as it dangles in-between my legs "oh fuck hun, hold on" you say as you park the car and quickly get out and open my car door.

You hold the head as I breathe preparing for one final push "huuu huuu huuu s-sorry about the seats" I say feeling the wetness of my birth fluids on my seat, you chuckle "it's alright babe, let's just focus on getting our kid out" you say kissing my lips.

I nod and as soon as I feel my belly contract I give it all I've got "MmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnggggghhhhaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAH haaa haaa" I yell and pant as the baby slips out of me into your hands, the remaining fluids spilling out of me.

You hold our baby and smile before giving her to me "it's a girl we have a daughter hun" you say, I almost cry as I hold her "I should go warn the doctors" "Y-yeah you do that" I say as I begin feeding our little girl.

As you leave I feel the urge to push again, thinking it's the placenta I give in, but as I feel my lips bulge again I start to panic "honey!!" I call out but you're too far to hear me.

Another contraction hits and I push again feeling my lips opening up again, I slowly get out of the car and holding my baby while my legs are forced apart to make space for the second baby's head "hnnng honey!!!!" I call out again.

I'm suddenly pulled into a deep squat as I groan and push "hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" people in the parking lot stare as I feel the agony of my lips spreading apart once again.

"yeah she's over here, the baby's out so I think it shou- babe!?" I hear your voice as I look up to see you running towards me followed by paramedics "hnnnng huuuu I th-think our daughter is going to have a sibling" I pant out.

As you kneel next to me I push again "mmmmmmmnnnnAAAAAAAA huuu huu" I yell as the head pops out with a splash of fluids hitting concrete, one of the paramedics lifts my dress up to see the head of my second baby dangling in-between my thick thighs.

As the paramedics hold my baby's head you hold my free hand "it's alright baby you've already done this once you can do this" you say to encourage me, as my hopefully final contraction hits I push with everything I've got.

"nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhaaaa" I moan as the baby slips out easily from my already loosened lips into the paramedic's hands as I collapse on the floor exhausted.

"you were amazing sweetie" you say kissing my hand "hmm I know but next time we're getting here as soon as I feel even the smallest pain" I say causing you to chuckle as the paramedics cut the cords.

"and you warn me that you've got more than one in there" you rebut jokingly as I giggle tiredly.

#birth kink #giving birth #fpreg #birth #lovely anon #car birth #why yes I did realise just after posting that this was twins #hopefully the second baby doesn't feel too rushed lol

[bearbirth]

For the build a birth 0: 🤰(male but we dont havw the male.pregnant emoji aa) 4️⃣🚗👖🧠

I had always had a bit of a chubby belly.

Unfortunately this fact led to this fateful night. I didn’t think I could get pregnant as I had been told I was infertile years ago by some bullshit doctor. I hadn’t seemed to notice my belly getting slightly larger over the months. It hasn’t popped however.

The last few days I’ve been having some issues with cramps. I had thought maybe it had been something I ate. Oh how wrong I was. I could never have foreseen having four babies inside of me all this time.

It’s a Friday and I’m driving back to visit my family for the weekend. I’ve been in some pain all day but I’ve pulled through even when a tums didn’t help. I breathe out as another cramp rocks my body and I shift forward in an attempt to alleviate my discomfort.

“ohhhhh….”

I let out a groan. The pain has been getting worse. I put a hand on my belly and rub it, trying to sooth the pain. I grip the wheel tighter. The pain subsides again and I sit back with a sigh.

“Fuck…. Ohhh god another….”

The next cramp comes so soon. I strain a little, feeling the urge to push. I just assume I have to use the bathroom. I’ll need to find a rest stop quick. The pain peeks then dies down again. But once more it starts up after just a few breaths.

“OH GOD!!! HHRGGGG!”

I cant stop myself. I’m pushing the head down my birth canal. I’m panting hard as I lift my ass up a little when the pressure suddenly intensifies. How could a man be pregnant without knowing?

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH…! OH IM ABOUT TO POOP!!”

I cry out in pain as something nestled behind my entrance. I grip the wheel, sobbing as I push hard. With a scream and another push the head gushes out of me and into my jeans. I scream again, is that a baby?! Oh god it’s baby! I’m giving birth! The head turns and the baby rushes out of me and into my tight pants with a gush. I yank the wheel and pull over. I unzip my pants and shakily draw out the baby who has already started to cry.

“W-What…?”

I stare at it in shock, but I don’t have time to think. Suddenly I scream, there’s another. I place the first baby in the seat next to me and I sit back, my legs on the dash board. I sob as I try to pull my pants down a little but I’m having to push.

“NO I CANT BE PREGNANT!! OH IT HURTS SO BAD!!” My legs shake as I try to get the baby out faster. Suddenly the head shoots out then the shoulders and body. But as soon as it’s out I’m pushing once more. I grip the seat. I don’t have time to get the first baby out of my pants. The next baby is smaller and has already started to crown.

“AGGGREREGGGG AAAAAAH!!!! GET OUT OF ME!!!!!” I screech as the baby slips out into my pants next to its sibling. Finally I’m done… or so I think. I lower my legs and get the baby’s out. There’s a little twinge of a contraction but I ignore it. I call 911, and as I’m explaining what happened I have to push.

“Yes I’m on the side of the road, I- OHHH OH GOD THERES ANOTHER BABY!! OH PLEASE PLEASE HELP I CANT DO IT AGA-AAHHHHH AHHHHH!! OH IT BURNS!!”

I scream down the phone. The baby forces its way down me. I half stand up, pulling my pants down just as the baby crowns. It shoved my boxers down as it moves out painfully.

“ITS HHUUUUUUUUUGGEEEEE! ITS COMING OUTTTT OF MEEEEEE!”

Suddenly the baby pops half out. I’m sobbing with the baby half in me when the ambulance finally reaches us. They watch me give birth again as they pull open my door.

#birth kink #clothing birth #public birth #labor kink #giving birth #car birth #mpreg

[otter-pup]

The 9 minutes seem like an eternity as we make our way through the crowds of people. People still brush up against you, but instead of adding any eggs, it only jostles the eggs in your womb about. While there's the pro of no more eggs being added, there is the con of the jostling making the eggs push against the tenth one that's trying to make its way through your cervix.

The first egg continues to try and make its way out of your cunt, now halfway there. Though it occasionally slips back into your womb whenever you squeeze or shift a certain way, it never goes back in completely. Until you get your pants off, it's stuck there. Fruitlessly trying to escape.

Once we're finally in the parking lot and to the car, I help you in, get settled the best you can, and take off what's left of your pants. But as I'm helping you pull them off, the egg that was denied its laying pops out of your cunt and to the floor of the car. It's a steady stream of eggs them, each one coming out seconds apart.

I decide to step back and watch. At least we managed to get back to the car before you started laying?

🐺

i try to avoid bumping into people even without the risk of new eggs, my womb so full that every bump shifts the eggs and forces the tenth egg closer to slipping through into my already overstuffed cunt, not that there’s much room for it to try and fit.

the first egg sits right at the entrance of my cunt for the final nine minutes, gradually slipping out from both the pressure of the eggs behind it and how slick my cunts gotten as the pressure against my g spot continues. i try and keep it in, but my muscles aren’t enough at this point—the only thing stopping it from slipping out fully is the parts of my pants that are still hanging on.

you’re gentle with me as you help me into the car, my swollen belly making it difficult, the eggs in my cunt preventing me from closing my legs. a bulge is visible in the fabric around my crotch from the first egg still trying to get out. im breathing heavy, face flushed bright red as i try to get it back into my cunt.

it’s pointless as soon as you reach to take off my pants. as soon as that resistance is gone, the eggs behind it force the first egg out, and I moan, loud, practically screaming at the relief, finally letting myself cum.

from there, i can’t do anything but listen to my body’s demands and lay, each egg slipping out easily with how long my cunts been stretched by the ones before them. im helpless to it, the pure instinct telling me to push, the opening of my cunt stretching around each egg before they pop out. its such a relief for my poor body, and each egg bumps against my g spot on the way out. its only natural that I cum once for every dozen I lay.

it’s just so good, im entirely lost in the pleasure of it all. im a good puppy for this, no way im not.

#and then some of the eggs don’t want to get laid yet so they sit in my womb and grow bigger on the car ride home :) #do we make it home before those decide it’s time to come out. who knows #perhaps the growth is also another spell of urs or smth…. #puppytalk #🐺 #eggpreg #ovi #egg laying #nsft #rapid preg #rapid pregnancy #rapid eggpreg #laying denial #birth denial #belly k!nk #ftm nsft #t4t nsft #gay nsft #mlm nsft #trans nsft

[fappinreborn]

Hey there! I have an idea for the VR Story. Maybe you have a Date with someone you Just matched. She also didn't know she was pregnant, but Your app shows it to you. You say you're going to the bathroom, but in reality you're controlling her pregnancy. Suddenly she is 43 weeks pregnant and you have set the contractions to never happen (of course you can change that after the date) you make her overdue with twins, then triplets. While she didn't even know she was pregnant until now

First of all, not a VR Story (it's an old DA story of mine). Secondly, this is a really interesting premise to work with. I think overdue and multiples aren't feasible here so I'm going for early singles. Third, I try to stray away from dialogue, so you could fill in the words yourself.

Pregnancy Control 3: Date Gone... Right?

One of my regular activities as a young adult is looking for love on the job dating apps. I had been meeting several girls over the years, some ghosted me after the first date, some went along for a month or two before breaking it off, even had one that lasted almost half a year. All the girls I met were fun and interesting, but turns out this one new girl that I'm meeting tonight pales in comparison to all of them.

When I arrived at the apartment to pick her up, the pregnancy control app, as usual flared up to show some pregnant woman near that apartment.... but it also included the girl that I'm going with. I sort of panicked but quickly read through her file.

Apparently she's just barely 6 weeks pregnant but didn't realize she was pregnant yet and the app offered me to control her pregnancy. The app seems to know me so well and have upgraded itself to even give suggestions to make it cryptic pregnancy and when I should stop growing her pregnancy, presumably to make the cryptic pregnancy plausible for her. 'The girl's been sleeping with other men.' I thought to myself.

I was... hesitant at first, wanting to separate my... normal life with my fetish, so I held it off... for now.

I picked up my date, looking fine with her casual T-shirt and jeans and went to a nice restaurant. We sat down, selected our food and talked for a while, getting to know each other. Things were going well, but in the back of my mind, the temptation kept shouting at me until it was too great to ignore.

I excused myself to the bathroom, sat down at the toilet and began activating her pregnancy, tuning her cryptic pregnancy to ~39 weeks and activating her labor, but reducing her contractions pain to 0. Don't want to distrupt the date, after all.

When I came back, I noticed that her belly had grown slightly but she did not notice anything. The date went back to normal until we've finished our food. We... were starting to play with our phone, so I figured it's time for execute the plan.

I made her go into the bathroom and made her water break subtly and let her have mild cramps afterwards. She voiced out her complaints to me, so I decided to take her home, knowing that the date I'm with is actually laboring and is about to deliver a whole baby soon. I helped her get into the car and then ramp up the labor progression. I started the record on the phone and began driving back to her apartment.

I was lowkey worried about her, as her cramps are getting worse and her legs are slowly spreading wide. The baby is fully dilated at this point and is starting the descend. I can hear her moaning in pain like a laboring mother would until all hell finally breaks loose.

We were around... 10 minutes from her apartment when I noticed her tight jeans began to bulge out. She reached down and told me that she felt something hard and round. Another round of cramps, a push and the bulge became more pronounced. She panicked, realizing that the thing coming out of her was none other than a baby. I acted panic in return as she began pushing hard. I quickly parked my car at the side of the road and then ran around to help her out.

I tried to help her, but the legs were too spread out to even pull the jeans off. I cupped the bulge and felt like the head was fully crowning at this point. She decided to go all in, pushing hard until the head popped out of her. With a bit of breathing room, she closed her legs a bit so I can unbutton her jeans off and pulled the pants down before she pushed again and got the baby out with one single push. She embraced the newborn baby in her arms with a mix of disbelief and joy.

I... offered her a ride to the hospital instead and she accepted, so I made a trip to her preferred hospital and dropped her off at the ER. She thanked me for the help with the birth of her child before I went back home...

I hope she's okay now... and I hope we can get more dates with her after this...

#birth kink #giving birth #birth denial #labor kink #clothing birth #car birth #clothed birth #rapid pregnancy