A Boy Has Angered The Gods And He Is Punished With Infinite Labour. He Is Now Birthing, At All Times,

If he's right there keep pushing as hard as you can, maybe spreading your legs wider would help, or changing positions to squatting to let gravity help.

I don’t thin-ink I can move, he’s about to be-o-oUuuuUuTtTt?!

“Your belly looks so low. How long have you been in labor?” I ask. I noticed your large belly had dropped much lower from where it usually sat. Your waddle into the store today was highly exaggerated. You have to hold you back with each aching step.

“I think I’ve been in labor all morning,” You groan out. You straighten up as the contraction finally ends. We check around the grocery aisle and thankfully we were alone. You rub your extended middle and try to catch your breath.

This was your first birth and you trusted me with instructing you every part of the way. From what you wore, to what you ate, to how much sex you had everything. Which means you left me in charge of when we go to the hospital to give birth. And I am going to wait it out as long as I can.

“How close are your contractions?” I question. I already knew they were less than 5 minutes apart. You’ve been trying hard to hide it but I knew from how you bent over slightly, you were experiencing a contraction. So it was easy for me to keep track.

“They’re close together… but my water hasn’t broken yet,” You say as you start to waddle down the aisle again. I silently applaud you for trying your best to pretend everything is okay. But from the way your hips are swaying I know we don’t have much time.

“Then I guess we’re not in that much of a rush,” I tease. I know your water will break soon. I’m hoping to be at the back of the store by then. Won’t it be fun to have to pass everyone while you’re dripping fluids and screaming on our way out?

That first moment of movement when you’re carrying something unknown. Something unnatural. The fear of feeling the life twisting inside of you, knowing that when you reach full term you’ll be bringing it into the world.

Being held captive, having them touch and prod at your belly, run countless exams and ultrasounds just to watch it grow. Prasing you and saying how they can’t wait for you to get bigger….

Fine

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content: birth denial, fpreg

“I’m fine,” she said to her family as she waddled down the stairs, swollen belly dropped so low it could be seen poking out of her oversized sleeping shirt. There was no hiding how winded she was, breathing heavily, face flushed.

When her belly seized up during breakfast, not for the first time, she winced and dropped her cereal spoon. The surface, taut, hot the the touch like a fever. Packed, brimming with babies.

“I’m fine,” she said, picking up her spoon.

She took a shower, hoping to soothe her aching back and contracting belly with warm jets of water, and instead she found herself doubled over, belly between her widespread knees, weighed by a deep, undeniable pressure. When she heard a concerned knock on the door, she managed a strained grunt:

“I’m fine.”

After she’d endured contractions throughout the entire day, the urge to push washing over her, belly reflexively clenching harder and harder, demanding she give in, she found herself sitting, legs open, in the recliner during family movie night. A blanket covered her lower half, hiding her misshapen belly, tight like a fist, and her soaked pink Hello Kitty pajama bottoms, beginning to bulge wetly outwards with a head. She was crowning. She had to push.

She bore down suddenly, letting loose a guttural groan that startled the entire family and set the dog barking excitedly. She pushed again, fluids spurting around the head, the deep, heavy weight moving down through her pussy. Her pajama bottoms strained. She stretched and then popped around the huge head.

She looked up, moaning, head lolling. Her family stared at her, open-mouthed.

“I’m fine,” she panted.

you’ve been fucking me for so long by now that ive lost track of the time. I know it’s dark outside now, but that’s all ive got. that, and the growing number of rapidly gestating babies inside me.

“fuck, so good for me… such a good incubator, taking my babies so well… god, fuck, im gonna cum again, gonna knock you up again…”

I groan as you do just that, eyes rolling back in my head as I feel you spill inside me, your seed seeping into my womb and quickly finding another egg to fertilize. the babies already inside me squirm as another sibling joins them, growing to catch up, forcing them to make space.

my body rises as my belly grows beneath me. you had to move me off the bed a while ago to be able to reach my cunt comfortably, and my legs have long been left hanging in the air, supported by the curve of my lower belly. im starting to wonder if you’ll be unable to reach before you can sate your need.

im starting to wonder if you even can sate either of our needs before I get too big for it.

A woman goes to the doctor because she missed a single period.

She has a slight rounding below her navel.

She is convinced she is pregnant.

The doctors dismiss her. It would be too soon to tell. Still, she takes a test - positive. She's pregnant.

She demands a sonogram. Inside her are at least 30 small, round, dark splotches - implated embryos.

The doctors beg her to abort or at least cull the pregnancy. There is no way anyone can take this pregnancy to term. She refuses, and leavss the clinic, resting her hand on the small curve of her stomach. Nothing bad could happen from what she was eager and deaigned to do, right?

Its still not enough...

pregnant huge Belly teacher contractions

I don’t know if you’re still taking requests but maybe you could write something about a maternity ward with horrible policies that actually have their nursing staff not only tell their patients to not push until the doctor arrives, but hold in and/or push the baby back in? And like, they’re terribly understaffed so their patients have to wait hours and hours for the doctor to free up.

Yup! I’m always up for requests. There’s so many possibilities with this one anon.

The doctor is not in

The maternity ward at Mercy hospital was always known for being underfunded and having low staff. The entire ward only had one doctor, and the nurses were known to ensure that patients waited for him to arrive before delivering. Pearl doubted this until she went into labor with her own child.

She arrived deep in labor, barely able to stand from the constant contracting of her stomach, however she was completely ignored by the staff. After about an hour of standing in pure agony she had enough.She tapped a nurse on the shoulder, clutching the underside of her belly. “E-excuse me, my contractions are 3 minutes apart. Can I get a room?” She begged. The nurse rolled her eyes. “We can get you a seat in about an hour, then maybe a bed.” Pearls eyes widened. “I won’t be able to make it that long, my contractions are-“ another contraction hit her and she was brought to her knees before the nurse who rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine, if you’re going to be a drama queen about it.”

Pearl was dragged to a small dingy room filled with 4 other labouring women, all screaming in full on hysterics. Pearl gulped as she saw what was happening around her. The women next to her, a young blond was drenched in sweat, a nurse holding a hand over her bulging, near purple pussy. “Ahah Stop please- just-“ The women broke into a low moan before the nurse released her hand ever so slightly, allowing Pearl to see the top of a baby’s head. The nurse merely pushed it back in, causing the mother to scream, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Pearl turned to the girl on the other side of her, who was pushing as hard as she could, clearly getting no where. “What’s going on?” She asked worriedly. The girl threw her head back, panting wildly. “Doctor- ah.. isn’t free.. hasn’t been for ngh 12 hours.” Pearl felt fear grip her, although it was once again overtaken by a intense contraction. A older nurse came in, a man in his 50s or 60s. “Alright open them up.” He instructed. “W-what?” “Your legs.” Pearl apprehensively did as told, but felt a pair of tight panties be forced onto her thighs then pulled all the way up to her hips. “What is this?” She asked, voice trembling. The man rolled her eyes. “We don’t all have time to keep the babies in until the doctors free. This’ll do the job for us.” He replied. Blood drained from Pearls face. The man reached out and rubbed Pearls massive stomach hard, feeling as it tightened with another contraction. “Don’t worry though. Probably won’t take more than a few days.”