Birthbitchii - Birth Bitch

Don't mind me just thinking about the thought of sitting in a dark movie theater as I feel the head of a baby starting to push against my jeans.

Please, I've been crowning for hours. Please let me finish pushing! It hurts so much! Your baby is so big. I've been very good. I've kept it crowning like you wanted. Please let me give birth now. PLEASE!

only hours? i want to see you like this for days. you’re so pretty when you’re all stretched out around my baby, crying in pain <3 be patient, i’ll give you what you want eventually. probably.

What a fucking diety.

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Car birth

A concept I've had stuck in my head for a while is an experimental facility where scientists are testing a procedure that makes humans produce and lay eggs. After a lot of trial and error they've got it down pretty well. The test subjects produce around 6-10 eggs a month in line with what used to be their menstrual cycle. The eggs are just a bit bigger than chicken eggs. Not super pleasant to push out but doable without much fuss. The whole project is viewed as a scientific triumph.

But what the news crews and scientific prize judges don't see are all of the poor souls who were in the first few rounds of testing before the procedure was perfected.

Some produce an egg every hour, their bellies filling quickly if they don't spend their whole day pushing them out. In the early stages they hadn't figured out how to standardize egg size so these unlucky subjects go from tiny grape sized eggs to eggs the size of grapefruit with no warning. Some become so fed up and exhausted from constantly birthing that they refuse to push for days despite their stomachs swelling and cramping. Just a day or two and they will appear full term with a human baby. Eventually the pressure will be too much and they will be forced to push. The backed up eggs will come shooting out of their holes much too fast making them scream. But once they start it's almost impossible to stop until most of the pressure has eased. At that point there will still be eggs inside and they will have to heave and strain, desperate to empty their overtaxed womb, knowing that even now a new egg is forming.

Others produce an egg less often, once every few days or so, but the eggs are much too big. Most are about as big around as a newborn's head. These unlucky subjects are forced to experience the agony of childbirth multiple times a week or, if they refuse to push, for hours at a time when they finally are forced to birth the built up eggs. The cruel irony is that the drugs used to induce egg production make their holes much more resilient meaning they stay tight never getting stretched out and lose no matter how many births they endure.

However, even they are fortunate in comparison to the most miserable test subject in the facility. They were one of the first to undergo the procedure and their body had a unique and unfortunate reaction. At first it seemed like it was working well. They produced a small clutch of fist sized eggs. Then on their next cycle one of the eggs grew extremely fast. Overnight it had grown larger than a full term baby. Their belly was stretched horribly, streaked with angry red stretch marks from being forced to expand much too fast. The scientists were baffled. They tried having the subject lay their eggs. They managed to pass all the regular sized eggs but it soon became apparent that the big egg would never be able to pass through their hips. It was completely stuck.

This subject is still in the facility now. They follow a miserable routine. Over the month their already overfull stomach swells until they finally feel the tell tale spasms of contractions. They squat and push, slowly laying 6 or so eggs the size of their fist. It's hard, agonizing work, each hard shell stretching them open and dragging against their sensitive walls.

Then comes the worst part. The weight of the giant egg settles into their hips. They push desperately, working the tip down into their birth canal. Several long hard pushes later the tip will be visible parting their lips, peaking out into the world. They will labor and push for hours and the egg will inch out of them, it's huge girth stretching their hole beyond its limit. Then, as it always does, the egg will stop moving. No matter how frantically they push they cannot move the egg out another millimeter. It is caught in their hips, too wide to pass through the pelvic opening. They will rock their hips and moan and cry in bitter frustration as their tortured hole spasms around the gargantuan egg.

Finally the staff takes pity on them and comes to their aid. The subject struggles and screams, pleading to be let to push for just a bit longer, they can do it this time, this time they'll get it out, it's almost there! please don't push it back in again!! But their pleas fall on deaf ears. They are held down and the giant egg is slowly pushed back into their womb. They howl in pain and cry with bitter frustration and the rough shell slides back inside. The terrible wright settles back into their perpetually stretched womb and the cycle begins again.

stuck at work, one baby, didn’t know they were pregnant, with a partner?

Sorry again that this came out so long, got a bit carried away.

Anyway, hope you enjoy! And sorry it took forever

Mmh, I’ve been so bloated recently, I should’ve just called out today. Maria thought as she took heavy steps towards her office cubicle. Taking a small detour, she steps into her husband’s cubicle, and he gives her a sympathetic smile. 

“You doing alright hon? You told me you had some back pain this morning, I was hoping you’d call out…”

“Me? Call out? You must be crazy! I’m on the brink of a promotion, I can feel it!” She exclaimed excitedly, a glint in her eye. 

Bit of a hypocrite aren’t I? She chuckled to herself, an impish smirk never leaving her full, red lips. I’d do just about anything for this promotion though, I’ve worked far too hard and far too long to let this opportunity slip now.

“If you say so… but after we clock out we’re going to urgent care, deal? Your stomach’s scarily tight.” He mumbled, giving her distended belly a small pat. 

“Deal, I agree, this needs to be checked out,” Maria mumbled, leaning down and planting a kiss on her husband’s forehead. “Love you hon, see you in a bit.” Leaving their little moment there, she began the long and difficult journey to her cubicle across the office. Cupping her hands under her overly stretched stomach, she waddled slowly across the office floor, getting the occasional worried smiles and waves from her coworkers. It really is embarrassing that I’m stuck waddling like this. Whatever this fluid buildup is, I’ve let it fester too long. I’ll let Nick take me to urgent care after work. Halfway to her cubicle, her whole body tensed up, belly and back gripped in a tight contraction. “Mmh fuck, the pressure’s a good bit worse than I thought…” She mumbled aloud to herself. “Just gotta make it through this shift and I can get it taken care of, just one shift.” Ten minutes and two contractions later, she finally arrived at her cubicle, panting heavily and sweating through her thin white shirt. With a shaky breath, she slowly sat herself down in her chair, sliding up to her desk to finally begin work. 

Now two hours into her workday, things were getting worse. The pressure in her middle had reached a peak and now resided uncomfortably between her legs. Her contractions became increasingly frequent and painful, beginning to bring her workflow to a full stop every five or six minutes. She dismissed the easily visible movement on the surface of her stretched skin as a rough gas buildup, though deep down she knew she was lying to herself. Now drenched in sweat and in desperate need of some water, she grabbed her empty water bottle and slowly climbed to her feet. Immediately she almost collapsed to her knees, doubling over with the force of her latest contraction. “God, I must look like a psycho…” Maria mumbled through clenched teeth, hunched over in her cubicle with slightly spread legs. “Pressure’s getting bad, I feel like I can’t close my legs… just have to finish the shift, then we can go get this fixed.” The reassurance of the shift end seemed further and further away as she staggered down the hall to the nearest water fountain. Almost crying out, Maria shot her hand out to the wall for support, keeping the other firmly pressed into her distended orb of a stomach. She could feel eyes on her back and could hear mumbling from the surrounding cubicles. They’re worried about me. Probably think I’m pregnant… Am I pregnant? She shook her head, scoffing at the idea. “Of course not, this is just a rough stomach bug and a fluid buildup, probably an intestinal block of some kind.” Lifting her hand from the wall, she began once again taking wide-legged, slow steps to the fountain. 

Maria’s breath hitched as she leaned over the fountain, using one shaky hand to hold her bottle in place, and the other to hold her up as her knees grew weak. “I’m not pregnant, it’s just a bloat, I’m not pregnant, it’s just a bloat, I’m not prEG-!” Involuntarily dropping into a squat and white-knuckling the lip of the fountain, she let out a low groan as the worst pain yet gripped her like a vice. The contraction built, stronger and stronger, more and more painful until finally…

*Pop*

Fluid poured out of her, soaking her panties and short work skirt. A pained and embarrassed cry left her as the contraction finally let up, leaving her crouched in a large puddle of murky liquid. She stared in shock as the musky scent of birth fluid hit her nose. “Fuck, the carpet. I’m gonna be fired, or at least fined.” She groaned, rubbing her palms against her eyes in frustration and roughly grabbing her half-full water bottle. The trip back to her cubicle was slow and painful. Pelvis feels tight, I can’t close my legs… surely I’m not? Her thoughts were interrupted by a staggering contraction, forcing her to double over and let out a low moan. Something within her stretched open, and she felt something large enter her birth canal. “No, no I can’t be…” Ignoring the contraction and fighting a new feeling -the overwhelming urge to push- she staggered her way back to her cubicle, letting out a low groan as she eased herself onto the floor, feeling like the chair would be unbearable. “Just need to make it through this shift, if I can hold it for six hours…” As another contraction and the realization that she still had six hours to go crashed down onto her, she couldn’t stop a strangled cry from exiting her tired, hoarse throat. Out of desperation, she let herself push, quickly feeling a mass press against her lower lips. Letting out a low grunt as the contraction ended, she slid a hand under her skirt. Maria felt the slimy sensation of her fingers making contact with her baby’s head, nearly crying out in shock. I need Nick, I need him now, I can’t do this on my own! Slowly hauling herself off the floor, she took slow and heavy steps, whining with each footfall. Every step bounced her baby, slowly dropping it lower and lower until she felt her lips begin to part. Her pace was slow, she was barely halfway to her destination when she doubled over, dipping into an empty cubicle and groaning loudly, pushing hard with her contraction. Her lips parted and began to burn as her baby stretched her open, further and further until she let go of the push, her baby’s head slipping all the way back in. With a frustrated groan, Maria waddled out of the cubicle, no longer worried about how disheveled she looked, or how she reeked of sweat and birth fluid. All she cared about in that moment was getting to her husband’s cubicle, and having her unexpected baby. Finally, with a relieved sob growing in her throat, she saw her husband’s cubicle come into view. This relief was short-lived, however, as the latest contraction forced her to her knees with a yelp. Her pussy bulged obscenely under her panties as her unwanted child came to a full crown. “NICK! NICK I NEED YOU!!” Desperate shouts and sobs escaped her throat as she pushed against her will, her panties stretching to their limit but keeping her baby securely locked in the ring of fire. Her screeches echoed through the whole building, audible on the floors above and below, causing the walls of the closest cubicles to tremble. 

Nick poked his head out of his cubicle, wondering what all the commotion was for. Down the hall he spotted his wife, screaming out a baby he didn’t know she was pregnant with. “Jesus Christ, I knew something was up…” He was out of his office and by her side in an instant, taking her hand and giving her a worried look. “Maria, baby, what do you need me to do? How can I help.”

“Panties… OFF PLEASE!” She shrieked desperately, locked into another push. Frantically, Nick attempted to peel her soaked panties off of her, getting them down to her knees just in time to watch the head of his unexpected firstborn come flying out of his wife. 

“Shit, babe our baby’s right here, don’t push yet, their shoulders need to rotate, I know that much,” Nick muttered anxiously, smoothing his hair back and removing his tie. 

Thank god you watch a bunch of hospital dramas, without them we’d be totally in the dark. Maria thought momentarily, giving her husband a brief loving glance as he jumped into action, checking around their baby’s neck for a cord and shakily guiding the shoulders into a smooth rotation. The next contraction came and went as Maria whimpered and shook with the effort it took not to break down into her animalistic urges. Finally, she was given the go-ahead from her husband. 

With a titanic effort and a bloodcurdling shriek, Maria bore down with every ounce of strength left in her body, feeling her most delicate parts stretch to their limits and then some. She felt a pop and heard Nick shout something about a shoulder, but she couldn’t hear him over her noises. She felt a second pop, then a large release as her baby slipped out of her and into her husband’s waiting arms. A small crowd of her coworkers had formed, all letting out relieved sighs, a few attempting to applaud as she and her husband shared a sobbing embrace.

“Some stomach bug huh?” Muttered Nick with a grin. 

A tribute to heavy bellies.

Bellies that fill a whole lap.

Bellies that hang down.

Bellies that pull.

Bellies that sit low in the hips.

Bellies that make you stretch.

Bellies that weigh against you.

Bellies that take your breath away.

Bellies that grind into your pelvis.

Bellies that are one fuck away from labor.

Bellies that bulge.

Bellies that deform.

Bellies that sway as you move.

Bellies that grow. Grow. Grow.

Bellies that take a life of their own.

Heavy. Low. Pulsing. Pressing. Contracting.

Bellies.

Its still not enough...