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You’re a demon, and it’s time for one of your human breeders to give birth. Demons are laid in eggs, which are incubated inside a host. As they incubate, the shells soften, stretching as the infant grows much larger than the original egg. Eventually the shell dissolves completely, and the baby is born live. A typical clutch has three eggs and takes eighteen months to incubate.

This human is more than a month overdue, and if you don’t do something soon his stomach will burst, killing him. He’s skinny and blond, his massive stomach lined with stretch marks and ballooning out in front of him. He can’t walk on his own, requiring two of your demon servants to hold him up in order to get anywhere.

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sitting on the couch, a heavily pregnant sub on my lap, sobbing into my shoulder, screaming as the first 12lbs baby is forcing its way through their birth canal. their big bump pressing against my stomach, letting me feel how hard and tight it is and how much it shrinks during each agonizing contraction. they want to push so bad but i won't let them, not yet.

Want someone to kiss my neck and rub my clit while I struggle to crown. Want to moan while they whisper in my ear about how wide their baby is going to stretch my cunt. Run their fingers over where my lips start to part as I push, and to tell me how good I’m doing even when the head recedes back in when I let up…

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(Content Warning: Enslavement, Sexual Assault, Unwilling pregnancy and birth, Vaginal Tearing, Traumatic Births)

One perfectly placed swipe laid three of her foes low, but the fourth knocked the blade from her hand.

As her weapon flashed in the air before disappearing into the chaos of battle, Lia let her gaze fall across the warzone. The small village she once called home. Buildings burned, her people screamed. Reinforcements were on their way, the elvish warrior was certain, but not fast enough. No, not nearly fast enough. They would come, see the carnage, retaliate against the orkish camp, rescue a handful of prisoners, and declare it a victory for their people against the forces of darkness.

Lia knew better. The orks would leave the disposable town folk in the camp, to be raided and reclaimed. But it would be a pyrrhic victory for her brethren, as the most valuable captives, strong of body or mind, or simply especially attractive, would be moved out the very day they were captured. Caged and transported to the beast’s main camp, where they would be sold as slaves.

A strong blow came from behind, driving the elvish girl to her knees. Tears burned behind her eyes, half in pain and half from imagining her fate. She was only 30, barely more than an adolescent in the life of an elf. This couldn’t be happening, it wasn’t possible. She’d come from a powerful family, had been training to join the scouts, everyone told her a long and prestigious career was before her. It couldn’t end here, in some random ork raid, overwhelmed through sheer force of numbers.

Raising her gaze, Lia snarled at the proud-looking beast towering over her, and prepared to lunge at him, hoping to take down just one more opponent, maybe create an opening to regain her footing, snatch a weapon-

Another powerful blow, this one making the entire village spin around her. The graceful fighter crumpled to the ground, darkness consuming everything.

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An unknown amount of time passed. The fine armor that was a gift from her mother upon being accepted into the scouts was gone, replaced with a rag that barely covered her dignity. The clops of hooves and constant jostling, in addition to the other passengers told her she could only be trapped in the back of an orkish slave wagon.

Lia had been chosen to be one of the high value captives. It dawned on her that she would likely never see another friendly face for the rest of her life. Curling into herself, the devastated girl prayed that death would claim her quickly, before the monsters could make her beg for it.

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Standing at auction was deeply humiliating. Being shown off like a common beast of burden, or some form of trinket or object. The actuneer gestured at Lia’s somewhat generous chest and lithe figure, tugging at her autumn leaf red hair. The rapid grunting, squealing, snarling sounds utterly unintelligible to the young elf, but clearly exciting to his kin, as beastial sounds of excitement met every proclimation, green-skinned hands flying into the air one after another as the former warrior looked on in despair, wondering which of these monsters would win her.

A louder bark came from the crowd. An ork carrying a staff adorned with various skulls stood near the back. As he walked forward, the others made way for him, an aura of command, and even possibly reverence, if these bloodthirsty creatures were capable of honoring anything or anyone, seemed to emanate from him. Everything had gone quiet, and a quiet grunt came from the monster. Without a word, what seemed to be a command was immediately followed, much to Lia’s displeasure, as the thin rags were roughly torn from her body, leaving her shivering and completely exposed from head to toe.

Hungry gazes devoured her involuntary nudity, taking in every secret curve and delicate part completely unhindered. The captive’s cheeks burned with humiliation and shame, as the staff-bearing ork took in every inch of the slave girl’s feminine form, searching for something beyond the elf’s understanding.

Apparently he found it. With a fanged grin and a nod, a loud, dominant bark rang out, and a large bag of some form of currency was tossed onto the stage. The auctioneer’s eyes went wide, and her scooped up the money quickly, gesturing for the winner to come claim his prize.

A large hand gripped the elf girl and hoisted her roughly onto his shoulder. Lia did nothing, letting herself be carried. Even if she somehow squirmed free, she’d be re-captured in seconds, and likely face horrible punishment for her disobedience. Regardless, shame and self-loathing filled the poor girl’s mind as she let herself be taken to her master’s house without a fight.

It bothered her, how easy it was to give in. Lia prayed to whatever gods may still be watching her plight that it not become a habit.

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It was on the very outskirts of the main camp, in a surprisingly large structure, abnormally permanent for what is normally a nomadic race. True, it was in the name of making war as far and as often as possible, but still. It almost seemed as though, if there was a permanent ork capital city of sorts, this could be the closest thing to it.

Lia spent the next few weeks drifting through her days. Surprisingly, she was not put through any torture or hard physical labor, or anything even more horrid, gods forbid. Instead, she was placed in a cage in what seemed to be the stables, wolves growling at her whenever she moved too much, where she was fed and watered, until her owner came to retrieve her.

What happened there was the most surprising. He had a long, straight-edged stick, notched at regular intervals. At first the former scout thought it was some form of weapon, but was surprised to find it being held against her limbs or placed alongside her chest, where the hideous ork would look intently at the notches, turn around and scribble something on what looked to be parchment, and then repeated the process elsewhere. Almost as though taking measurements. But surely none of these monsters would be intelligent and thoughtful enough to do such things, let alone have enough mastery of writing as to be able to take notes?

Finally, after weeks of study and notes and that awful cage, the ork took her somewhere different. <Is this where the torture begins?> Lia asked herself, dreading what would wait her as they began to travel down a stairwell, the lithe elf’s legs and wrists bound with heavy chains as she was pulled along behind her owner.

The prisoner’s eyes adjusted to the light, and what met her gaze was… confusing. It was like the attempt of someone to make their guests comfortable who had never been comfortable a single time in their life. There was a fireplace along one wall, the room was cozy, there were animal skins draped across the floor. There were two surprisingly padded chairs for ork sensibilities, but Lia knew she wouldn’t be the one sitting in them, not for long, at least. No, her eyes were drawn to the two massive steel cages along the back wall of the room, one empty with an open door, and the other already holding what appeared to be a human woman, curled in on herself in the far corner.

At hearing their footsteps, the prisoner curled into herself tighter, but reacted no more than that. The elf’s owner prodded her into the center of the room, then settled in one of the seats, his gaze roaming her appreciatively, as it had so often before.

Then, to the former ranger’s shock, the green-skinned beast opened its fanged mouth and… began to speak elvish. Somewhat broken and halting, but perfectly understandable.

“You, very pretty elf girl. Very brave and strong. Me save from arena or mines. Life will be much easier here. You are welcome.” A grin that could only be described as “smug” slid across Lia’s owner’s face, amused by the expression of shock on her face. The desire or ability to learn other languages should be entirely foreign to this monster, let alone the concept of gratitude. Yet here he was, demanding thanks for purchasing her.

Swallowing her pride in the name of keeping this thing that had so much power over her calm, she managed a hushed “Thank you.”

A nod and a pleased grunt followed. “This place, new home. You safe here, nobody else come in unless me say. Even have friend. You both very important to me. You strong fighters, brave women. Like Orks!”

Delight filled the surprising creature’s gaze as he continued; “Me have to tell truth. Orks strong, but… not most strong, me think. Orks could be very, very strong, but we must do something new. Me think maybe, if ork could learn from other races… grow from others, gain their strength. Maybe then we be most best. Think you very good for making us better.”

Lia was confused. Did this monster want her to teach him or people’s secrets? Show them magic or warfare or tactics? She would die before exposing that information. To even consider the idea showed how foolish this…

Something drew the young elf’s attention. As her owner’s gaze once more roamed her nude form, his loincloth had begun to tent outwards. The disgusting beast was becoming aroused, how crude. Lia opened her mouth to snarl a bitter reply to the Ork, only to gasp as he yanked on the rug she was standing on with his foot, knocking her feet from under her.

Lia tried to rise, but her owner was faster than he looked, and before she knew it she was pinned on the ground, his green-skinned body holding her legs wide open, and the bulge hiding his member concerningly close to her virgin opening. “Me do you big help.” the muscular ork grinned. “Now you help me.”

Lia tried to break her captor’s grip as he drew closer to her delicate lips. “You be test, see if ork and elf make good, strong child. You help me grow orks, help me make them fast, like elf, inside your belly.”

Finally, it clicked. He didn’t want information. He wanted to use her to breed. He wanted a bunch of elf and ork half-breeds, hoping they would have all the strengths and none of the weaknesses. This… this BEAST wanted to violate her, fill her womb with his seed, and create life. To make her into a mother.

“N-no, no you can’t I don’t… I’m not ready, I’m too young for this, please, no, NOOO!” All the denials, all the screaming meant nothing. The loincloth was pulled aside, the thick, twitching manhood exposed, before being driven to the hilt into the elf girl’s nether regions in one brutal thrust.

Lia cried out in a mix of pain and despair. This wasn’t how she wanted to lose her virginity. She didn’t want to be pregnant, didn’t want to become a mother, but try as she might, escape was quite impossible. She was helpless to do anything but let it happen.

Then, before she knew it, it was over. A thick, sticky heat splattered against the entrance to the elf girl’s womb, and her rapist withdrew with a deep sigh of satisfaction. “Good. Me think you body ready to grow baby. Me plant seed, now we wait to see if it take root.” He rose, and lifted the sobbing former warrior from the ground, carrying her to the open cage. “You stay in here, be safe, focus on become mother. You make good mate, give many young. Rest for now, will return.”

The door to the cage swung shut with a loud clang, but the traumatized victim barely reacted. Her thoughts swam, one hand unconsciously cradling her flat belly, wondering if what her owner said was true, if she really was fertile, if there was any chance that a child could… that he had just…

It made far more sense now, why the human woman lay curled in a ball. They weren't going to be hurt, wouldn’t be worked to death or made to fight and kill to survive. Instead they would be used for this monster’s pleasure, over and over, until they concieved, made to gestate their rapist’s child against their will.

The worst part, as Lia sobbed herself to sleep that night, was that she honestly had no idea if it was possible or not. For all she knew, she was already pregnant.

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It was silent for the next few days. Lia moved only when food arrived, eating without even tasting the surprisingly good sustenance. She couldn’t escape unless she was healthy, and even in her traumatized state she was gathering information and taking in details.

Then, at last, her roommate spoke. “It’s pointless.” The elf turned, seeing the human leaning against the back wall, looking directly at her. “I tried. Trust me. He seems stupid, but he’s not. And he’s very strong. He can and will defeat you. Especially since you’re pregnant, so you’re not fighting at your best.”

Lia opened her mouth to argue, but the human raised a hand, cutting her off. “No. It’s better to accept it now. He… He knows what he’s talking about.” the woman shifted position, and her swollen midriff became clearly visible. She was with child. “I denied it for months, but… I mean, I hadn’t had sex before I was captured. No way its not his. And it only took one try. If he chose to have sex with you, it’s because he knew it would take. His half-breed bastard is growing inside you right now, and there’s nothing we can do about it. I wish there was.”

She introduced herself properly. Star was her name, and she had been a princess to a small kingdom. Tragically, the ork horde had overwhelmed their defences, and she’d been captured, enslaved, and… well. Impregnated. It had been almost 5 months, and already the former royalty had a pronounced swell to her otherwise still slim frame.

While hesitant to talk too much at first, it wasn’t long before the two became friends. Telling each other stories of their homelands and adventures to pass time, confessing their fears and anxieties. Star awkwardly confessed that she was terrified of giving birth. Her own mother, the queen, and her mother before her, had both passed away delivering children, and such stories were not exactly rare. That was in the BEST of circumstances as well, not locked in a cage, slaves to some crazed ork lord.

Listening to how painful and dangerous childbirth could be, Lia began to worry about her own ability to deliver, being smaller and thinner than the beautiful human woman. And the slave girl was, indeed, going to give birth. The days crawled by, but as she neared the end of the third month of captivity, a small, warm, unyielding bump had appeared just above the young elf’s pubic area.

At first she denied it, tried to tell herself that it was just due to the lack of physical activity, but at time passed the bump grew, until it was impossible to ignore. The ork’s offspring was growing within her belly, and nothing she did could change that.

Seeing the effects the pregnancy had on her friend made it all worse. Star’s midsection swelled by the day, and the former princess often talked of how much pressure there was, her skin stretched and sore with little to distract her from the powerful movements of her unwanted offspring. The both would watch as the half breed kicked, the skin bulging and the powerful human wincing or biting her lip awkwardly at the sensation.

“I despise the little monster…” she confessed one day, as the pair noted that her navel had been pushed outwards, an extra little nub on top of an already pronounced swell. “Changing my body, making it harder to move. My emotions keep getting all crazy and everything aches. He forced me to do this, I never had a say. Never given the choice of wanting to be a mother or not. But I’m the one who has to live with it, I’m the one who has to deal with an abomination kicking its way to life inside me.

“I’d get rid of it in a second if I could.” Star continued. “Snap its neck with my bare hands if I had to. There creatures have stolen so much from me, my body, my kingdom, my virginity… How could I possibly feel anything but hate toward it?”

As her own pregnancy progressed, Lia had to ask herself many of those same questions. It was… strange, feeling something move inside, within her but not of her. Watching her body change, shift in shape and outline. Knowing that a babe was developing, becoming stronger and more fully formed by the day, nay, rather with every passing moment.

Yet… it was still just a child. The former ranger may despise the one who placed it within her body, yes. My be terrified of the inevitable, the moment where she went into labor. But… she could no more blame the product of the deed any more than she could blame her own body for doing what it was created by nature to do. And part of the young elf wondered at the beauty of this experience, watching her chest grow and nipples darken as she began to produce milk, the round, firm mark of her fertility that would be revered if not worshiped were she in her home village.

Perhaps it was partly the difference of views on pregnancy in their cultures. Elves rarely bred, and so creating life was considered sacred, and almost never happened by accident. The entire community would pull together to protect and help raise a child, as often a single new life a year was considered an explosion of fertility.

Humans, or at least so Star claimed, would often shun or ostracise women who conceived children, accidental pregnancies happening almost more often than intended ones. Humans seemed to almost regard fertility as a mark of shame, as if nothing more than the result, or even even the natural punishment for giving in to some crude urge or animal instinct, which seemed… unfair to the elf girl. She’d always been taught that to create life was what made females special, different from males, and that it was a beautiful and unique gift.

There was no denying that dealing with a pregnancy she wasn’t a consenting party to strained that beauty though, especially since the child she was carrying would certainly get her cast out from her village. A half-ork offspring would be viewed as nothing less than an unholy abomination. And even that’s ignoring how difficult the delivery of such a massive child could prove to be, especially with her body still developing…

Difficulty that soon became apparent the morning Lia woke to the sound of Star moaning in pain, holding her massive swell as it visibly shrank under her hands. Before the concerned elf could even ask what was happening, the full-term human woman whimpered “Gods… I th-think it’s time.. So much pressure, the head pushing down, I can’t stand it, I’m gonna… gonna… OH!”

There was a quiet pop, and the elf slave covered her mouth with her hands, scooting backwards away from the musky-smelling fluid pouring from between her friend’s swollen, fertile slit. After mere seconds, the entire room reeked of sex. Not just that, but something… more. Something even more primal and natural than that, something frightening yet empowering at the same time.

As painful contractions gripped the poor mother-to-be harder and more often as time passed, their owner entered the room,breathing deep and immediately becoming aroused by the smell. “Yes, this scent… You will birth. You were princess, makes my offspring heir to your throne. Push princess. Birth my little half-ork prince.”

With that, he sat in one of the chairs and watched, eagerly, slowly fondling himself as Star began to whimper in humiliation and pain. “It hurts, Lia it hurts I can f-feel it, it’s opening me deep inside, it wants to come out!!!” Tears ran down the frightened victim’s face as her owner laughed. “Yes, it does. Big, strong baby, ready to live. Give in. Push, birth for me pretty human!”

Star shook her head, tried to resist. One contraction came and went as she trembled at the pressure and sensation of labor. Then another, making her arch her back at the pain. “It hurts, it hurts but I don’t want this baby to come out, I hate it, I hate you so MUUCH BAAABYYY OH GODS HELP MEEE!!!” the third contraction was too much, too overwhelming to be denied or ignored even a moment longer.

The royal slave girl at last bore down, her face turning red. “Pushing I’m PUSHING I can feel the baby, it’s- haaa, haaaa oh gods, oh GODS IT’S OPENING MEEE! The head is opening me deep inside please make it stop, make it stop I don’t want TO BE A MOMMYYY!!!” The squeezing, cramping pains came and went, and the progress of the head was visible as the space between the agonized mother-to-be’s life-filled swell and her feminine opening began to bulge.

But that was nothing compared to the shifting of the outline of the laboring woman’s dripping, twitching sex. As the head descended, Star’s womanhood began to push out, straining to contain the soon-to-be-born half-ork. “There’s so much pressure, I don’t want to birth I don’t want this monster to come out! Please, I c-can’t, I… I… Nggghhh… I need to push, I HAVE TO PUSH I DON’T WANT TO PUSH PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME GIVE BIIIRTH!!! It’s gonna CROWN IT’S OPENING ME IT BUURNS!!!”

Their owner moaned as he braced himself against his chair, his shaft throbbing and twitching in his hand as he watched his royal slave deliver his rape baby. “Good, good little one, hurt your mother, make her struggle, make her bleed, break her skin and ruin her body, show how strong you are, even as a baby…”

The words of her captor only distressed Star even more, as the massive head continued to inch forward, the poor former princess curling her toes and arching her back as she cried out in agony. “The head is so big, it’s too big, it’s TOO MUCH I CAN’T DO THIS! I c-can’t, it’s… t-too big, I’m gonna… I’m scared, please, Lia help, I… I’m gonna… I’M GONNA GIVE BIIIRRRTHHH!!!”

The elf girl only backed further against the wall, cradling her fertile swell without thinking as she watched green skin become visible between her friend’s legs. Her slit bulged into a teardrop shape, and then grew into a full, round opening, straining to fit around the head. The base of Star’s sex was beginning to redden, and then turned pale as she continued to scream and push with all her might.

Then, with a wild-eyed shreik, the skin split, and blood began to run from the fresh tear. It made enough room for mere seconds, before the massive head continued to rip the jagged wound wider and wider. Seeing the blood, the ork let out a gasp, and then tensed, trembling, as his seed erupted from the tip of his manhood. “Yes! Rip her, bathe in her blood like the warrior you are, tear her pathetic human cunt apart as you are born!”

“I’m tearing, LIA I’M TEARING MAKE IT STOP, IT HURTS, IT’S HURTING ME BUT I STILL HAVE TO PUUUSSSHHH!!!” and push the wounded mother-to-be did, the wound growing in front of the terrified elf’s eyes, nearing the puckered opening of the poor woman’s rectum as she split apart, blood beginning to form a small puddle under her.

Then, with a spasm of pain and a cry of relief, the head of her rape baby gushed from between her legs with a splash of fluids. “No more, no more, please, please gods just let it be over…”

Lia couldn’t handle it anymore. Between her friends horrible looking wound, the taunting of her own offspring’s father, and her own condition, the utterly overwhelmed elf’s head spun. She collapsed to the floor as the half-ork rotated between Star’s legs, forcing horrified moans from her as she prepared to bear down once more. But the former ranger would not see the end of her friend’s delivery, passing out as the shoulders worsened the vaginal tear as they pressed forward…

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By the time Lia woke, both Star and her child were missing, and would remain so for some time. For all she knew, her friend had passed away during childbirth, exactly as she had been so scared of doing. The elf slave was left staring at her swelling womb, remembering her friends tortuous delivery, wondering how she could possibly hope to survive this nightmarish ordeal.

Every day felt like it lasted a year, yet every month felt like mere seconds. It was as though the pregnancy would never end, while delivery seemed on the very horizon. Her owner came in often, just to stare at and at time caress his fertile slave’s body, enjoying its full roundness, feeling the kicks from the child he had forced her to gestate.

The signs of impending labor became more obvious by the day. Her belly having that heaviness as the weight shifted low. Her navel protruding outward. The gentile, squeezing cramps that threatened labor.

And then, one day, it was a mere threat no longer.

The head had been pressing down urgently for days, and the nagging cramps had been steadily worsening, pulling at the elf girl’s back. She had been trying to hide her labor, to deny her rapist his show. But as time went on it became more difficult.

“P-pressure… So much pressure… Star, you never said how b-badly the… haaah… f-fullness overwhelms everything… The baby… it’s ready to be b-born… Oh gods… I don’t want this, I don’t want to give birth for him…” hushed whispers to herself, some sort of voice to reassure the terrified slave, even if it didn’t do much good.

Then, the sign the poor girl was most dreading. That sudden release, the quiet pop, and the surge of strong-spelling fluid flowing from between her legs. “No… I’m not read, I can’t do this… the baby, I don’t want to have this baby, please, don’t make me, don’t MAKE ME BIRRRRTH!!!” the need to push struck immediately, overwhelmingly. Lia had never felt the need to do anything more in her entire life than she felt the need to open her legs, bear down, and deliver her child, as quickly as possible.

There was no resisting such a powerful, primal, instinctual urge. She did exactly as her body commanded, even as she struggled not to.

“Don’t want to push, don’t want to birth this baby, don’t want to don’t WANT TO PLEEESE GODS SAVE MEEE!!! The head, the head is OPENING ME IT’S MOVING INSIDE ME!” The sensations were entirely unique, unlike anything the young elf could have ever even begun to prepare herself for. “So much pressure, I’m stretching, I’m s-stretching SOOO WIIIDE!”

One more strong push, and the head was already half way down. The contractions were constant, practically overlapping, it was hard to even so much as draw breath. “I can’t, I can’t do this, I’m too young to do this, make it stop, make IT STOOOHHHPPP!!!” Her body refused to listen, and the child she had gestated did not care how much distress its arrival was causing its mother.

Before long, Lia’s feminine slit was bulging with the head resting just behind it. She was trembling, gulping in air, already exhausted and in more pain than she had imagined possible. But still her labor continued, and with the next desperate push an intense burning began to consume the helpless victim’s loins. Her opening began to part in a teardrop shape as she screamed in agony. “It burns, IT BURNS THE BABE IS BURNING ME, HELP ME PLEASE S-SOMEONE IT’S GOING TO KILL MEEE!!!”

There was nobody there, however, just the slave and her owners child. “Oh gods… I have to… have to push… I don’t want to but I have to… have… t-to… P-p-PUUUAAAHHHSHHHH!!! IT’S MOVING IT’S OPENING ME I CAN FEEL IT OPENING MEEE!!!”

The poor girl was helpless to resist the commands of her body, and was unaware how dangerous what she was doing was. Couldn’t see her skin growing tight, far too tight too quickly. But she was painfully aware of the moment it became too much for her delicate form to handle any longer.

“No, no no NO NO NO I’M RIPPING MY BODY IS RIPPING OPEN I’M STARTING TO BLEED!!!” her frantic denials didn’t change the fact that she had torn, that as she sobbed and pushed with all her might that wound would only grow as more and more green skin became visible in between her legs. Blood trickled from the damaged flesh, and ran faster as Lia cried out with pain and effort once more, her unasked for offspring continuing to part her feminine lips and the rent skin deepening, worsening rapidly.

The elf girl’s back arched as she gasped, feeling the rupture nearing her rectum, realizing that she was as injured as her friend was and still hadn’t gotten the head out. But what else was there to be done besides continue trying to get this over with? “Please, I have to, I HAVE TO BIRTH, IT HURTS I’M TEARING SO BAD, I’M TEARING WIDE OPEN IT’S RIPPING INTO MY- MY- OH GODS I’M TEARING ALL THE WAY OPEN!!!”

And as she cried out, it became true. Bit by terrible bit, as the head came to a full crown, the rip in her flesh continued down, down, until finally it began to rupture the mucous membrane of her rectum, her vagina having torn all the way down to her anus.

At long last, the head came free, accompanied by a spray of blood and amniotic fluid. The contractions lessened for a moment as the baby rotated, confusing and upsetting the helpless mother-to-be even further. Then… once more the need to push. With a cry of agony, the shoulders inched forward, bit by bit, until…

First one sprang free. Then the other. And from there, the body game sliding out of the slave girl’s bleeding and torn girlhood rapidly, a pool of blood and birthing fluids pooling beneath her.

Once more Lia’s head swam, and she reached weakly for her newborn as it cried. “M… m-my baby… I want to h-hold… m-my…” but the poor thing’s eyes fluttered closed as familiar, heavy steps entered the room.

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Lia woke next to her friend, which with both a relief and a concern. Her entire body was sore, but she was informed later that she would make a full recovery. She was also told that she would not be allowed to see her son, not after what happened with Star. Apparently the princess had attempted to make good on her threat.

The pair would heal a few months more. And then, when the time was right, they would be re-impregnated by their owner, as they sobbed and begged for him not to put them through this hellish ordeal once more.

The pair would deliver many, many abominations for the one who owned them.

Thinking about casualy snuggling on the couch with a Transfem qt that's pregnant with my quints. She's 24 months along with a singleton, 16 months with a set of twins, and 10 months with another set of twins.

I'm just snuggled up with her all cozy, being her big spoon with my cock up her ass. Meanwhile she's laboring with the youngest set of 16 lbs twin runts that decided to come out together. Their 22 lbs older twin siblings are lined up to do the same right after, and the 50 lbs eldest is set to be the last one out. But first the youngest need to make their way through her birth canal, then squeeze through her prostate, and then they can RAM through her girlcock's urethra.

My poor transfem babymama is wracked with excruciating pain but the pressure on her prostate is forcing her to orgasm and ejaculate over and over and over and over and over and over, completely drenching the both of us. I don't mind it though, babymama can't help it. Meanwhile with my cock in her ass I can partially feel the babies moving down inside her.

Oh my god I missed these asks. This is so sweet, being so overdue with so many huge babies, the biggest one being last. The constant forced orgasms as I struggle in agony, and being held and snuggled the whole time, it’s beautiful. Thank you very much for the ask. Keep em coming if you can.

hm. guy in labor with a big egg being forced to ride on horseback as prisoner. the rough movement of the horse combined with his labor pains and belly being jostled around is unbearable. and the egg being constantly rammed back into his hips whenever he makes the tiniest progress to get it out. obviously, his captors are unsympathetic.

oooohh thats soooo good. His captors watch as he struggles and writhes in his binds, begging and pleading them to let him give birth as he pushes uselessly. Each step the horse takes is agony, the constant bouncing forces the giant egg to fuck him over and over, leaving him a sobbing, writhing mess. Sometimes when his captors want to be even crueller, they bring his horse to a canter and laugh as his belly is thrown into the air and slammed down on the horses back while he screams for the horse to stop. When they tell his horse to gallop, the force of the egg being rammed back up into his bouncing belly is so painful he can't breathe, and only until he nearly blacks out from the pain do they finally bring the horse back to a walk. They have miles and miles to go before they reach their destination, and the poor boy is forced to hold in the giant egg until they arrive

Imagine a maid has been getting used by the son of the mansion owners. When her belly begins to grow firm, the son accuses her of forcing herself on to him so she could bare his rich bastard.

From then on the maid is treated as trash. Forced to do hard labor and fed spoiled foods in hopes that such strain would lead to a loss. But that never came to pass. Her belly growing enormously and pointed out like an enlarged bullet. Just taunting the son and his family with how defiantly fertile she is.

When her labors begin, the son forces a chastity belt onto her. Refusing to let her drop his bastard during an important dinner. The maid struggles to even walk with the hard stone of the baby's head dropping into her canal. Keeping her hand steady as she poured drinks through intensifying contractions. Fighting the urge to hold her oversized bump as it drooped lower. Carrying trays of food to the table with her pussy beginning to crown against the belt. Hours and hours of trying not to push or squat down end with the dinner. The son finds her, removes the belt, and then he pushes his bastard back into her womb only to leave her a disheveled mess on the floor. The maid is left to labor a second time.

It was hours before she reached the place she was before. Barely being able to scream or breathe the big bodied baby out of her pussy out of fear she'd wake her employers. She bites her lip as the head and shoulders nearly tear her as the babe slowly slides out. For a few seconds after making sure the bastard was alive, she felt relief.

But then she feels her womb jerk a second time and her cervix open once again.

AMAZING.

I love the idea of her being a massive twinner without even knowing it. I'd like to think her labor was induced by the son fucking her deep and rough the night before. He takes her against the wall repeatedly while the weight of two large babies make her back curve dramatically as they swung with each thrust. She just starts to feel twinges in her back and lower belly when he comes hard on her cervix as her pussy squeezes his cock during a contraction. The rough handling tears her sack, causing water to leak when he pulls out but they both mistake the clear liquid for her orgasm.

The whole night is spent pacing in her quarters alone to move the child along. She knows what will happen at that party and wants the baby to come now so she won't be hauling that extra weight around the next day. Hell, they might even let her rest instead of serving people.

But the child stays put. The pressure only gets worse and worse as the hours tick by and the sensation in her hips is threatening to drive her insane come morning time. When the son finds her, it's obvious from the way she walks and cradles her belly that childbirth is near. She's in transition when the belt is locked tight around her pelvis and it's all downhill from there.

She's limping by the time the dinner starts, trying to remain stoic and unbothered while the party eats. When she is called to the table, she must answer immediately. No excuses.

A few guests asked the head of the house, the father, questions about the maid who was very obviously ready to drop and struggling with the workload. A couple were concerned for the safety of the mother and child working so hard when she was due and carrying so large. The father diminished all their concerns, and they were dropped when he told them the made up truth about her forcing herself on his son in order to have a claim to the throne.

She wanted to scream the truth at all of them, but she remembered her place. All she could do was stand still and listen to the slander while her baby dropped lower.

Hours passed and a strange new pressure grew in her hips. She could feel her bag of waters leak and bulge in her pussy, fit to burst. A contraction rears up and she loses her composure. Thinking nobody would notice, she leaned heavily with one hand on a decorative table while the other lifts the bottom of her swell.

It's here. The baby is here. She thinks. My water is gonna... OH GOD.

"Hey, bitch, who said you could use that? I need a refill!" The father shouted and all eyes were suddenly on the struggling mother.

She opened her mouth to apologize but a gasp escaped her when her water popped and gushed around the belt. Everyone listened to the the little stream that trickled out after the burst as she stood there, legs spread wide while she waited for her bag to drain.

The urge to lay down and push was torture without her waters. The baby moved past her canal as she continued to work. She wanted nothing more than to hide in a closet and vocalise her discomfort as the large child came, but she was required to be silent. The dinner was disrupted enough by her presence as a laboring woman. She knew a punishment was coming after the dinner and would rather not make it worse.

Dinner ended. The head was crowning between her legs. She almost collapsed with the need to deliver when the last guest exited the room, but the belt kept the baby from progressing past the eyebrows. A hand clutched her bulging pussy while the other gripped the table to keep her from falling over as she pushed in vain. The child was going nowhere.

The son and father of the baby stood in the doorway of the dining hall, eyes fixed on her heaving womb.

"Father wants me to punish you for interrupting his dinner."

Having to birth this gargantuan baby was punishment enough. Not to mention the humiliation of being called out and having her water audibly break in front of so many. Whatever the punishment was, she hoped it was something light for the sake of her and the child.

He slowly walked up and lifted her dress to see the emerging head of his baby. He cupped the crown and smiled at the way it filled his hand.

"My family always did make big babies." He cooed in her ear as she held her middle protectively in both hands while slightly hunched over. "I was an eleven pounder. My father was twelve and a half. You might be able to work that head out on your own but you'll be pushing on those shoulders for hours."

He pulled the key to the belt from his pocket and dangled it in front of her face. She could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Beg for it."

Internally, she rolled her eyes, but did as she was told.

"Please. I need to give birth. I gotta have this baby. Let me give birth to your big baby, please. I've been so desperate all day."

He nodded, pleased with her pleading. "Alright, mama. I'll take it off."

She sobbed in relief when the pressure from the belt was released and she put everything she had into the next push. But she was stopped with a hand on the baby's head, pressing against it just as the belt did.

"And now for your real punishment."

She saw stars as the head was pushed back in. With no where to go, she tried to escape the white hot pain with a death grip on the man's forearm. She began begging him in earnest to stop and let her deliver. Her hips bucked involuntarily at the unnatural sensation. He worked the baby up until his hand was engulfed by her spasming pussy before yanking it out.

"Now, clean up this mess and go back to your room. I'll collect the child in the morning. You better stay quiet down there too. Father has an important meeting tomorrow and needs all the rest he can get."

And with that, she was left alone with a violently contracting belly and a huge puddle beneath her feet. She cleaned the mess as instructed before hobbling to her room to birth. With the added exhaustion, the head was harder to pass this time around. It took two hours for her to get it to a crown and another hours for it to pop out with a gush of fluid.

And then came the shoulders. Those broad shoulders the father of the child had warned her about. She couldn't stay silent as they ripped through her. She made a makeshift gag out of a pair of socks. They muffled her screams perfectly as she was ripped open by the rest of the huge baby. By the time it passed, she was delirious and barely able to process the fact that she had just given birth.

The child was born silent, and her instincts kicked in after realising no cries came from the babe. She prayed the events of today weren't too much for the little bundle she just screamed into the world, and quickly got to work on rubbing its butt. "Come on, baby. Come on. Please."

A cough then a cry filled the room. She sobbed in relief and brought the child up to her chest with one hand while the other held the belly that still felt full. More contractions came as she nursed her first born, a son. She patiently waited for the afterbirth to pass but felt something bigger. A strong, visceral urge to push hit her like a truck and she groaned as she felt something large slam down on her pussy, forcing it to bulge once more. There was another torrent of fluid and that's when the realization hit.

She was pregnant with twins the whole time.

She pushed with what little strength she had left with the socks back in her mouth. Something felt off about this one. The pressure and pain was the same as before but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong. She pushed and grunted until she felt something pop out of her pussy, but it wasn't a head.

With one violently trembling hand, she reached down and, much to her horror, felt a leg.

Tonight was going to be longer than she'd thought.

“Oh, Bunny, you look so very pretty for Daddy. Come hop up on my lap” I rub my hands firmly over your back, belly, and thighs. “You’re such a good boy, little Bunny. Doing such a good job holding in all our dozen squirming little babies. If I’m feeling very very kind tomorrow I’ll even let you push one out!”

Wanna wear my prettiest set of lingerie for you while I'm deeply in labor 🩷

Little lacy panties you can barely even see with my heavy belly dropped, baby buns inside low and ready to be born already. And a little bralette, mostly sheer and too small for my once flat chest that's now swollen with milk; the thin fabric tortureously rubbing over my sensitive nipples, hard and leaky.

My body's screaming at me to give in, to just bear down and push out your babies ... But I know how much you desire me like that. Plump and ripe, so full of you I can barely even think anymore. And I want to be pretty for you so bad.

So don't worry, Daddy, I'll try to hold back a little longer, hnnngh ...

Okay don't mind me, I've just been reading too much about various sorts of mythology stuff and... old myths genuinely have a lot more weird pregnancy things than you'd expect (I still find the fact that Odin's eight-legged horse in Norse mytholohy is the son of Loki - whom Loki was pregnant wirh anf gave birth to, mind - way too funny, although that's completely beside the point), so... this isn't inspired directly by a specific myth, but reading random mythology stuff is kinda what put this into my mind

Anyway, I've been thinking of a boy who somehow manages to royally piss off a fertility god. Perhaps he defiles their shrine, or steal some sacred item or mess with their priest - or maybe him just refuses to do something the god wants him to do. And because gods are so well-known for never being spiteful and always giving proportionate and reasonable punishments (extreme sarcasm), the god curses the boy to become pregnant, but unable to give birth unless some extremely specific conditions are met. Maybe he can only give birth at one specific location, or has to eat some specific hard-to-aquire thing to induce labor, or it's one of those seemingly impossible and contradictory "neither at sea nor on land, neither at day nor at night, neither alone nor with other people" kind of conditions (i pulled that specific one out of my ass but you can find similar kind of contradictory and stupidly specific shit in mythology sometimes, you get my point), or some combination of the above, or some other stupidly specific and unintuitive condition, idk.

And the boy doesn't know the condition, of course. The first nine months he simply waits for the pregnancy to run its course, but as the months stretch on past the ninth, past the tenth, with no sign of the pregnancy coming to an end, he realizes he's not getting off the hook that easily. By then, of course, he's so heavily pregnant that everything is difficult - he can't walk very far at once at all, he needs ridiculous amounts of fabric to have clothes that fit, the baby - or babies, rather; he can't tell but he thinks he must have two or three in there - are restless and kick and writhe so he hardly has a moment's peace from them...

So he becomes searching for some solution, some way to birth the babies. First whatever conventional ways there are to induce labor. None of them do anything. He prays and makes sacrifices to the god, groveling and apologizing and begging for relief. No response. Then, he begins to seek out wise people, priests and oracles and shamans, first close by, then traveling further and further away to find someone who could tell him what to do.

It takes years, years of incredibly difficult travel, of weird looks from others and humiliation and yet often having to rely on the aid of other people to get to wherever he's going this time, because really he's in no state to travel except he doesn't have a choice. After the initial nine months, the babies do seem to grow slower than before that, but they do still grow little by little, making the burden quite literally heavier to bear, and they are restless in his womb, as though they too would know it is well past their time to be born already.

But finally, after years of searching, years of torment, the boy finds out the condition, and figures out a way to fulfill it. Once that is done, though, there's still the incredibly long and painful process of labor and giving birth to the babies, now much larger than his body ever was designed to give birth to...

I loooove perpetual pregnancies like this!!! It could even be similar to the Greek story abt Leto, so he’s in labor as he tries to figure out how to break his curse. Imagine him having to suffer through contractions, feeling his baby’s head sooo painfully low in his hips as he tries to push but the curse prevents it from coming out all while he’s in search of a way to give birth.

After years and years of searching, his babies become massive. Even with the slowed growth, they’d be the size of 2-3 year olds by the time he finally manages to fill the conditions to progress his labor. Maybe as he’s finally giving birth to his first baby, the god that cursed him decides to come down, just to torment him one last time before his punishment is over. There’s nothing the boy can do to get way from the god, belly pinning him to the ground with the weight of his writhing babies, unable to escape the wrathful god. Each time his baby comes to a crown, the god pushes it back in, making his scream is sob in agony, begging to be let go as it makes his tummy twist and writhe. He tries to kick and push the god away, but he’s too weak after carrying such a burden with him for so many years, completely helpless in the hands of his tormentor.

It goes on for days, weeks even, the god switching between pushing his babies back into his belly, then and painfully squeezing the swell to watch him thrash. Once they’re sure he’s learned his lesson, they let the last baby slip out between his trembling legs, leaving him exhausted, alone, surrounded by half a dozen massive babies as he’s finally allowed to pass out

Someone with a girlcock better wife me up real quick cause I’m falling apart being so empty for so long.

if there are any girls who want to knock me up-

i hope you all know i am very very much into that … i swear i need to talk about my need about getting bred w a strap / girldick MORE because its huge .