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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 .

Hi! Is it alright to dm you? 🥰😊

Absolutely! 🧜🏼‍♀️💕🍆🥵🫦

This, but make it a drag queen or a trans girl. I see all 7+ feet of her and can’t resist getting knocked up with her massive babies 🤤😮‍💨

the tall guys are always the cute, funny, and polite ones until they breed me and i end up pregnant with their baby that’s measuring in the 99th percentile … (,,>﹏<,,)

This one is so good, y’all

I hold the head steady keeping it from coming too fast as it slowly stretched just an inch wider. I press my thumb in and massage your perineum between my fingers to help it loosen up a bit better. “Eeeeasy now. Little pushes little pushes”

It’ll never fit, I think to myself as I hold my hand firmly over her straining hole. “Don't push, just pant, dear. You need to stretch a whooole lot more for this one. Just let it come soooo slow for me, okay?”

Fuck it, I’m yours. Do with me as you please. I’m already panting just thinking about it.

Kiss me while I crown your baby? 👉👈

Just finally found where my asks are! Yes, I’d love to. I’d cradle you in my lap with my hand cupping the crowning head and gently petting your overtaxed folds and straining perineum. My other arm would be supporting your head and neck as I lift your pretty face closer to mine and press our lips together, sucking and nibbling on your fuller lip as my finger circles your stretched-out clit.

Oh pretty please let this come true. I wanna be knocked up by a mergirl so bad I could scream!

So, what do you need? What do you like? How are you doing?

I need girlcock, I like girls with cocks, I’m doing my imaginary trans girlfriend

Girl, me too. Especially if the one kissing me isn’t letting my baby come out past a crown 🫦

Kiss me while I crown your baby? 👉👈

Just finally found where my asks are! Yes, I’d love to. I’d cradle you in my lap with my hand cupping the crowning head and gently petting your overtaxed folds and straining perineum. My other arm would be supporting your head and neck as I lift your pretty face closer to mine and press our lips together, sucking and nibbling on your fuller lip as my finger circles your stretched-out clit.

You know I like them dark 😏😈

Confession time...

Please re-blog this if it is okay to anonymously confess a fantasy to you.

So, what do you need? What do you like? How are you doing?

I need girlcock, I like girls with cocks, I’m doing my imaginary trans girlfriend

“Oh you’re definitely bigger, Bunny. You’re carrying such a big litter for me it makes you grow bigger every day! It look so so cute on you, baby.” I hold your hands to keep you from struggling with your little shirt and place soft kisses on your squirmy kicky belly.

“Hey, Bunny baby. How are you doing today?” I ask sweetly as I return from work. I sit next to you on the couch and trace hearts and swirls across your pretty belly “you’re so soft and cute. I hate being away from you.”

this just made me blush so HARD. the tracing hearts and swirls on my belly ☹️

“doing okay …. but do you think my tummy has gotten bigger?” *pouts and attempts to pull my shirt over my tummy*

Such a good puppy

I can see how helplessly desperate you are to be bred and I’m happy to comply. I lay you down on your back and give you tummy rubs, then pat your sad empty tummy while rubbing your little clitty. “You poor little puppy. So neglected by those lazy boys. Don't worry, dear. Daddy Witch will fill you right up” I slide my magic wand between your folds. Warming it up by rubbing it against every sensitive inch of your flower before pushing it deep inside of you. I rut the wand in and out faster and faster until you’ve begged and panted sufficiently before ramming it into your cervix and releasing the magic. “I think I’ll start you off with a nice small litter. How does 6 sound?” I twist the wand speedily back and forth, like a boy scout trying to start a fire on a rock, to shake out the last of this round’s magic into your fertile womb before pulling out and giving your much happier tummy a few last pats. I rub your clitty some more for good luck and plug you up so no magic spills out. “Such a good Puppy”

I am so desperate- to have six puppies pumped into me would be amazing, I want to carry daddy's litter 🥺 plug me up and watch me grow hehe- keep me knocked up till I deliver and then do it all again sir <3

Kiss me while I crown your baby? 👉👈

Just finally found where my asks are! Yes, I’d love to. I’d cradle you in my lap with my hand cupping the crowning head and gently petting your overtaxed folds and straining perineum. My other arm would be supporting your head and neck as I lift your pretty face closer to mine and press our lips together, sucking and nibbling on your fuller lip as my finger circles your stretched-out clit.

I’ve been thinking about bird-people a lot lately for this reason. Like imagine a kiwi-girl that makes the huge mistake of hooking up with an ostrich guy and now she’s laying an egg even bigger than her already extreme species is used to.

we need more variety in human-animal hybrid pregnancies/births fiction. you only ever read about birthing litters of puppies/kittens or a foal or relatively small eggs. but there are so many more fun things explore!!!

give me human hybrid births from the animal kingdom that wreck the carrier. give me a human-bat hybrid needing to give birth to a baby that's a third of their own weight. or even better give me a human-kiwi hybrid having to squeeze out an egg that's almost entirely as big as themselves. give me a human-hyena hybrid forcing out their pups through a phallus with a diameter of just one inch, having to fear the very real chance of absolutely shredding their birth canal.

we're talking fantasy here, the sky is your limit. go and write about the agonizing births the world needs and deserves

As a dommy with massive tits. I will be this for you.

Imagine you’re crowning and you just keep crying and whining, saying things like “I can’t do this”, “It’s not coming out”, “It’s too big”, “I’m gonna die” and then, to shut you up, a hot dommy mommy presses your face into her tits so you’re forced to stop complaining and just start pushing.

Obsessed with this rn.

I’m in love with transfems

transfems who knock you up transfems who hold you down and take you transfems who beg to please be allowed to cum inside you transfems who are ruthless and powerful transfems who are sweet and gentle transfems who get knocked up transfems who beg to be bred transfems who order you to fuck them transfems who cry pretty transfems who handle pain well transfems who want you to hold their hand

Victim of the Labyrinth

Birthedstars

The forest echoed with a single woman's screams. Her fingers dug into the shoulders of the hero Theseus and another young man from the Labyrinth. The dirty, soiled dress she wore couldn’t cover the gargantuan load she carried nor the source of her suffering.

Her stomach, beneath a tainted gown, was covered with blood red streaks of stretch marks. It carried low and heavy on her, as if the skin could tear and fall off her at any moment. Between her legs, the battered lips of her pussy were stretched to white, beyond their limit. The head wasn't circular though, it was more rectangular, not suited for the canal of a human. Everyone who followed behind her could see it looked like the head of a calf with small bumps for horns.

Within each of Phaedra's screams held a desperate plea for Hera to help her. To let her survive. It felt as though they fell on deaf ears every time she felt the huge body of the Minotaur's baby crawl through her. The risk she took seducing the Minotaur to allow a few of them to escape made it so that Theseus was even here, but the pain coursing through her stretched thin belly was convincing her it was hardly worth it. She never predicted that the Minotaur could even impregnate her.

The trio, along with the other former prisoners burst into the camp.

A crowd had already gathered to observe the return of the hero who would slay the Minotaur. They had begun shouting Theseus' name once they'd recognized him and were promptly ignored.

"Hang on, Phaedra, we're almost there!" The young man said.

An audible pop came from Phaedra crotch, drowned by her screams. Her pussy nearly tore around the now crowned bull head. Drops of blood and water trailed beneath her.

Theseus and the young man rushed her out of sight of the crowd as quickly as they could. If the villagers found out what was being born, they would kill her before the huge child had the chance to.

Screaming and crying all the way, Phaedra was dragged to the village doctor. Upon entering, they looked upon a full clinic of sick and hurt prisoners of the Labyrinth from another group.

The doctor was young, only just taking the place of the former doctor who had passed. Despite that, her demeanor was hardly amateurish. She moved between beds swiftly before seeing the struggling Phaedra. She only took a quick glance at her twisted bump and her straining pussy before throwing out orders.

"Take her down stairs! I'll attend to her as soon as I can!" The doctor shouted.

The pair of men obeyed and ushered the struggling young woman down.

It was a fairly deep basement under the earth, away from prying eyes and could muffle the greater bouts of suffering Phaedra would have to endure.

Phaedra was left to writhe in pain for hours on the cot. She couldn’t stand, the baby had damaged her pelvis. She couldn’t move without a foot thrusting into a rib, bladder or finely stretched skin of her belly. She escaped one prison of the Labyrinth only to be put into the prison of the birthing bed.

After Pheadra was as settled as she could possibly be, Theseus left to help get the other survivors situated and ease the crowds of their desire to see the great hero.

"What's your name?" Phaedra asked between breaths.

"Nikos, just Nikos," the young man said, pouring another swig of water into her mouth.

"Thank you, Nikos, for staying with me," Phaedra's brow furrowed at the end, her stomach went rigid and the half crowned head quivered within tight confines of her pussy.

Nikos stayed by her side. Relieving her breasts of milk every time the pressure grew too great. He held her hand when spasms returned.

Phaedra could do nothing but grip Nikos' hand and shriek desperate pleas to Hera as her huge, unnatural stomach twisted and the shoulders of her Minotaur baby tore open her pussy

The Doctor finally came down to the basement.

"Ok, let's see what we have here," The Doctor immediately got between the struggling woman's legs and flipped the gown over the tower of a belly. "By the gods."

Phaedra's stomach had a distinct shine amongst the discoloration of her skin. Branches of veins and stretch marks covered her shifting bump. The Minotaur baby stretched her labia into a thin and fraying circle, most of its shoulders were out, still struggling to make an appearance.

"Please just get it out of me Doctor," Phaedra's head rolled back and forth on the bed as her belly started to harden.

"Ok, Nikos, I need to press on the top of her belly. Strong and firm when I que you," the Doctor instructed. "I'll pull on the head. Brace yourself, Phardra."

Nikos hesitantly put both hands on Phardra's hot and sweaty belly. Phaedra tried to control her breathing. Then, the doctor pulled.

"Now!"

Nikos pressed hard on Phaedra's belly and Pheadra pushed as hard as she could. The shoulders only slide forward a little, pulling Phaedra's pussy with it.

For an hour, the trio worked to get the baby out. It only left them tired and exhausted. Phaedra especially was on her last legs of energy. Her breathing shallow, pushes weak, the Doctor had very little choices but to continue without her help. Contraction or no contraction.

"You need to push, Nikos. You need to press down harder than before!" The Doctor commanded.

Phaedra's consciousness was dipping, but she heard that.

"Wait, n-no-"

She was soon shocked back to life by Nikos' giant push on her sore belly. The baby was sent careening through her ravaged pussy. Her entire body jerked, her back arched and belly constricted.

Her hips and canal had been kept full for nearly a day at this point and had finally adjusted to the shape of the Minotaur baby. Her legs were splayed out beyond what was normal for a birth, but that was a cost to be assessed and hopefully fixed later.

"Stop! You're hurting me! No more, no more, no more!" She clawed at Nikos' arms as he pressed.

Nikos didn't allow Phaedra's thrashing and begging to stop his efforts. Nor did it stop the doctor from digging her hands into Phaedra's tightly packed pussy and pulling at the baby's shoulders with all she could.

"S-stop! It hurts, it hurts too much!" She shrieked.

The baby slowly succumbed to every effort. The doctor's dragged the baby out of Phaedra's ravaged and now gaping wide pussy. A torrent of water came with it and Phaedra's belly shrank only a little.

Phaedra drank in heaps of air, her body still shaking from the effort.

She looked from behind her still massive bump to see the Doctor holding an absurdly large Minotaur baby. Luckily, it didn't have cloven feet like its father, but it still had its head. The trio had no clue what to do with the baby but all that mattered was that Phaedra rested and that the placenta was delivered safely.

Phaedra was just happy the ordeal was over.

When dawn broke, 3 hours after the placenta was delivered, Phaedra was weakly crying out for the doctor. Her body was still exhausted, but she was regaining a bit of strength.

"Something isn't-UGHHH, right!" Phaedra yelled.

The Doctor pressed on the underside of her bump. She examined her bump for a bit, then their brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?!" Phaedra cried out.

"I hear more than one heartbeat…two more besides your own, I believe," The Doctor said solemnly.

Phaedra couldn't believe what she had heard. But her body made sure to drive the truth into her skull. Her overtaxed stomach seized harder, her hips stung, her cervix ached, and her back constricted. She felt the familiar block of a head drive downward. Then her waters broke.

"NOOOOO NOT AGAIN!" Phaedra's eyes went wide. She clawed at Nikos' strong arms as her legs were forced wide and she was once again making her pussy full with a child of the Minotaur.

“Aarrrggghhhh FUCK IT’S TOO BIIIIIGG!!!” I’d scream and grip my knees spreading them wider. My hips are already 64 inches around, but the massive monstrosity’s head is still threatening to snap my pelvis in two as I bear down with all my might. I can’t reach around to see or feel anything, but I can’t deny the stinging burn of my labia stretching obscenely around just the tip of the hard egg-shaped skull. I buck widely, shrieking in agony as I try to dislodge it and shove it out, but any slow progress I make provides zero relief and only only adds to the relentless pressure. I sob helplessly on the ruined bed, propped against a stack of firm stuffed animals and pillows. I hear a grating, sickening pop and feel a wave of searing pain and nausea rush over me as my pelvis separates and the head surges forward, my legs dislocating and falling limply to the side, and my perineum ripping straight down to my anus, deep tissues, muscles, and membranes shredding under the force of the surge and I wail out the most bone-chilling cry of my life before falling unconscious, the head still barely halfway out as my body demands a rest before I resume the birth tomorrow.

if i were a huge monster i'd breed you over and over again until i'm sure you're knocked up and then watch you spend days trying to push out my baby that's easily as big as you are

Rescued

(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.

Internal Cephalic Version has always been a favorite of mine as well as natural perineal tears.

I’ve recently become more interested in childbirth and delivery. From a total medfet fantasy perspective, of course - and for an absolutely delicious plot I’m working on now which I think will be a lovely crossover of medfet and birth fetish!

Anyway, one elaboration I always found ripe for fetishistic exploitation was episiotomy and the subsequent repair. But you answered a question about this some months back where you said:

“I'm all for horrendously painful internal procedures because of how rough the stretching is or how sensitive said areas are…”

And then explained why you thought the episiotomy was a step too far. Fair enough!

But then I’m curious… what “horrendously painful internal procedures” do you have in mind? Short of the actual painful delivery, contractions, ring of fire and all that, I’m not aware of much else.

Educate me? Please?

hoo boy there's quite a list. from prenatal to delivery, of varying degrees of invasiveness and pain:

amniocentesis: done for higher-risk pregnancy. involves inserting a long needle through the belly to extract amniotic fluid and check the baby's DNA. apart from the pain of the needle itself, the uterus can sometimes cramp up violently in response. I also hear that the needle piercing the skin and piercing the uterus are two separate jabs of pain, which adds some layers and uncertainty to the procedure.

membrane sweep: used in pre or early labor before waters have broken. stick two fingers all the way up mom's vagina and through her cervix and rotate fingers along the inside of the cervix. supposedly separating the amniotic sac from the cervix with the fingers can help labor progress. pretty universally reported as already very uncomfortable but if the cervix is high and the doctor needs to really reach in, this can be extremely painful for some unlucky moms. some squirm, some scream through it.

stretching the cervix: sometimes done alongside a membrane sweep. pretty straightforward, just the doctor using their fingers to pull the cervix open a bit. can boost mom by a cm or two. but not fun at all.

ECV: external cephalic version. not internal but one of my favorites. baby is still breech right before the due date? how about turning the baby by pushing on the belly? doctor's rough hands gripping and twisting mom's sore belly until the baby starts turning, grating against her ribs, stretching her uterus sideways before hopefully dropping down into a correct position. maybe it'll take several tries. maybe it won't work. but it's rough going for all involved either way.

Foley balloon: used on a cervix that won't dilate near the due date. a balloon is jammed up into the cervix where it'll stay until the cervix dilates. I say jammed because it's deliberately thick enough that it can be held in place by a tight cervix so needs some force to go in properly. it naturally falls out after dilation. certainly not fun to get inserted, especially while contracting.

amniotomy: now getting into things that can be done late in labor, in this case usually before or early labor but can be done right up until right before pushing. breaking the waters with a long hook theoretically shouldn't hurt. but putting fingers in the vagina is always gonna be uncomfortable, let alone with a tool. sometimes the hook snags a bit of very sensitive skin. and sometimes the cervix is too high and not dilated, and the doctor really has to wiggle that hook to get through. or maybe she's already fully dilated, and the last thing she wants is fingers and a hook prodding where the pain and pressure is already unbearable.

cervical lip: sometimes a last bit of cervix stays around the baby's head and can't fully dilate because the baby is already pressing down. mom can change positions to try and wiggle it around, or maybe her cervix needs some physical encouragement. put her in stirrups and wait for a contraction. then press on the pinched, stuck cervix while asking her to push until it budges. might take a few tries, and mom's gonna have a hard time pushing effectively if it hurts too much. which it very much may.

fundal pressure: also not internal but quite intense either way. just putting an arm on mom's hard, contracting belly during delivery and pressing down hard to help her push.

assisted delivery: a vacuum or forceps that attach to a baby's head to help it crown. usually done under anesthetic but not always the case for some unlucky mothers. getting that suction cup or forceps into the already stretched, sore vagina is the first step. then you have to pull hard to get the baby out. not pleasant.

INTERNAL cephalic version: baby turned breech at the last minute? or one twin is breech after the first one is out? fully dilated and no time to change positions or rotate externally? reach the whole hand all the way up mom's vagina, and turn the baby that way. it as painful as it sounds.

that's about all that comes to mind right now. sometimes I write some of these, other times I bear in mind that a good old dilation check is often enough to make a girl scream. and there are plenty of them to milk through a labor and delivery.

My favorite show

Keep That Crown: Easter Special

A HUGE shoutout to @shhhsecretsideblog and @exponenshul for writing the original story here, And thank you shhhsecretsideblog for allowing others to continue this amazing idea, and for offering me feedback on this story!

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"Goooooood evening guys and girls. It's Saturday night, we're live, and welcome to another episode of…" "Keep That Crown!" The audience cheered, applauding wildly.

The TV presenter, Danny, continues, a wide smile on his face. "For those of you who are new to our little corner of television, this is a game show where we take five mothers-to-be and put them to the test in a number of household challenges. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, the catch is that each mum-to-be is in active labour, and fully dilated! Whoever can complete all five challenges without giving birth has a chance to win our grand prize, with the last one standing winning a jackpot of £100,000.00!"

The audience cheered, clapping and whistling in excitement.

"And now, let's meet tonight's contestants!"

Danny moved over to a set of podiums, five of them, each one with a name on it and a heavily pregnant woman behind it. Stopping at the first podium, Danny leaned on it to speak to the woman.

"Lucky contestant number one is Scarlett! She is 40 weeks pregnant with her first, a boy, if I understand correctly?"

Scarlett nodded, "That's right Danny, And, oooffff…" She broke off, breathing through a contraction, but perked back up after a quick breather, puffing a strand of her blonde hair out of her face. "I'm having a boy, and he wants out."

"How are you holding up?" Danny asked, rapid fire.

"So far so good," Scarlett said with a smile, "Water hasn't broken yet, so there's that!"

"Good starting position then," Danny said smiling as he moved onto the second podium, "And our second contestant tonight is the lovely Natalie, Natalie who is 39 and a half weeks along with her own boy. Natalie, how are you holding up so far?"

"I'm doing just fine love," Natalie said, smiling, rubbing her belly, "But things are definitely moving along!"

"And I should be too, but good luck out there today!" Danny strolled onto the next podium, where the mother-to-be was leaning over the hard surface, bracing herself through a rough looking contraction. "And next at 41 weeks with a girl, we have Maria! That one is looking a little tough there Maria, how are you hoping to do tonight?"

Panting a bit, Maria straightened up and said through a somewhat forced looking smile, "Well, that jackpot looks pretty good Danny, but I'm… I'm just hoping to make it past the first round at this point, OOHhh…"

Danny winced sympathetically, "Alright then, we should try to get things going quickly then eh? Good luck out there!" Moving on, Danny came to the next woman, who by comparison, seemed like she was in total control, breathing deeply and holding herself completely upright with her legs together. "And next we have Jaime! Jaime is 40 weeks with her second! Now Jaime, you said that you and your husband don't know the gender yet?"

Jaime shook her head, "That's right. You guys get to find out with us!" The audiences cheered and 'awww'd at the news, and Danny smiled too.

"Well, that's a first for us, this should be exciting!" Danny moved on quickly to the last podium, a shorter ginger woman who was also panting heavily. "And lastly we have Jenna! Jenna, you said that you had a secret weapon tonight?"

Jenna nodded, her lips pursed as she breathed through a contraction. "That's…. that's right Danny."

"Now, I'm hoping it isn't anything like this one." On the screens, footage of an earlier episode played, an unlucky woman named Becky screamed as she worked to tug off a chastity belt. "As you know, in an earlier episode a third time mother tried using a chastity belt to keep everything inside, which is strictly against our rules here."

Jenna smiled, "Oh, it's nothing I'm wearing, it's the someone I made this with."

Danny tilted his head, "Oh? And that would be?"

Jenna waved at the audience, "My husband out there in the audience."

Danny turned to the audience and called out, "Mr. Jenna's husband, why don't you stand up… good LORD!" Jenna's husband stood up, a biblical GIANT of a man, standing well over 6 feet tall, maybe close to 7. Danny looked from him to the much, much shorter Jenna and back, and looked like he wanted to ask a follow up, but simply shook his head and moved on with the show. Women were waiting after all. "Well, that should definitely help if your baby takes after him. I hope everything goes well. Ok, now that we've met our mothers-to-be, let's meet our first challenge!"

The curtain on the other half of the stage rose, revealing a collection of fake trees with fruit hanging on them. "Our first event is the orchard of plenty! Each of you is given a basket, and you must go out into the orchard and fill the basket with at least 5 different fruits from the trees. You can pick any 5, but remember, the heavier fruits are on the bottom of the trees, the lighter ones are at the top, but you will need a ladder to reach them! And boy aren't our trees strange?" Danny lifted a hand and pointed at, of all things, a watermelon hanging from a low branch, the audience laughing at the absurdity of the sight. "Now, this is a timed event, so you have to work quickly to collect what you need. And remember, no matter how much you want to push, you just have to…"

"Keep that crown!" Chanted the live audience.

Raising a hand, Danny counted them off, "ON your marks, get set…. GO!"

Light hearted music pumped into the studio as all 5 mothers moved away from their podiums as quickly as their laboring forms would allow, with Danny keeping a running commentary of the action.

"As they get going viewers, we know that this particular event is more for our autumn episodes, but we've had some technical difficulties with some of our more 'spring themed’ set pieces, so we thought we'd wheel this fan-favourite. But right off the bat, we see Natalie and Jenna going for ladders, hoping to select lighter fruits. But from the looks of things, Jaime isn't hampered much by the height issue."

She couldn't quite reach the lightest fruits at the tops of the trees, but the darker skinned woman was able to reach some of the fruit in the middle of the trees. On the other side of the orchard, Maria set her basket on the ground and pressed both hands between her legs, panting hard. "Ohhhh, come on, staaaaayyy….."

"Uh-oh, Maria, are you going down already? Come on, you gotta…"

"KEEP THAT CROWN!" The audience roared enthusiastically, and their cheering grew even louder when Maria grabbed her basket and stood upright, moving forward on shaky legs to start picking fruit.

"Good job Maria!" Danny called, "Now deep in the middle, we have Scarlett trying to do it as quickly as she can!" Scarlett was simply going from tree to tree, grabbing the first thing she could reach to fill the requirements of the challenge. She'd picked a watermelon, a pumpkin, a squash, and was going for a large bunch of bananas. Her arm was shaking from the sheer weight of the produce she was carrying, gritting her teeth. Though from the effort of lifting the basket, or the effort of trying not to push was unknown. "I will say, ladies and gentlemen, that if Scarlett does pull off that particular strategy, it would be the first time I've seen it done successfully. And speaking of success!"

Jaime had already managed to get her variety of fruits back to the podium, leaning heavily against it as she panted through a contraction. Still in the orchard, Maria had managed to get a melon into her basket, but had immediately decided to change tack and head for a ladder, working with Natalie and Jenna, who at this point had almost gotten everything they needed, but while Natalie was able to get up and down the ladder with only a bit of difficulty despite the contractions, Jenna was struggling badly. The sheer size of her belly was getting in her way nearly constantly, and she was panting heavily from both the effort and the contractions that wracked her petite frame.

"And Scarlett finishes second, with, and can we get a weight on this… 21.7 kilos! That's a new record for this event!"

Scarlett raised both of her arms in celebration, but instantly regretted it, doubling over around her belly, "Ow ow ow ow ow….."

Danny held a hand out as if to support her, "Now Scarlett, don't give in just yet, you just finished the first event here." Turning his attention back to the orchard, the last three women were all coming back in at once, Maria with mostly lighter fruits and a single melon, Natalie with nothing larger than a grapefruit, but Jenna had rushed and fit a large pumpkin into her basket and was balancing it against her belly, and she was clearly not enjoying the extra pressure on her womb.

"And it's neck and neck for the last three, but… yes, Maria, followed by Natalie followed by Jenna!"

The audience cheered at the completion of the first challenge, which had yielded an unexpected bonus. "Ladies," Danny said beaming, "As none of you gave birth in the first round, we’re adding an additional £50,000 to the prize pot!" The Audience went wild with the news, and all five mums-to-be smiled wearily at each other at the good news. "But who will win it? We'll find out as we go on, but let's get a quick word from our sponsors!"

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"Welcome back to Keep That Crown! We've had a lucky start so far, with all five mothers making it through the first round, adding an additional £50,000 to the grand prize! But as is usually the case, our second challenge of the night has never failed to get at least one crown! Up next, we have the Laundry room!"

The curtains rise to reveal 5 identical sets of washers and dryers, which Danny began to quickly explain, his overly white teeth gleaming in the light. "Each washer is filled with clean laundry, but these washers don't have a fresh setting, so all of the clothes are still wet and heavy. So each of our mums-to-be must get the laundry out, and make sure it isn't balled up before putting it in the dryer. But, as you can see, they are all top loading machines!" Danny flipped open one of the units to demonstrate, before continuing, "So you'll all need to get creative on how to unload the washer, and don't forget to…"

"KEEP THAT CROWN!"

"3-2-1, GO!"

As the cheerful music began, all five women waddled over to the washing machines. Right away, two of the women ran into a problem.

"And as we start, we can see Natalie and Jenna struggling to reach the contents of their washers. Jaime is having no problem once again!"

As he said, the tall woman was easily able to reach into the machine, but as a result, she was the first to encounter the real challenge. The heavy, tangled and balled up clothes. She heaved at the contents, trying to pull out as many of them in one go as she could, prioritizing speed over everything else, but quickly realized that was a mistake. Freezing in place, she gripped the edge of the washer drum, her legs beginning to shake slightly.

"And Scarlett has come up with an interesting way of doing this, climbing on top of the dryer to reach into the washer. We've seen this before, it's one of the most surefire ways to get this one done, but hopping down can be a bit of a hassle."

Hearing this, Jenna and Natalie both began to struggle up to the top of their dryers, Natalie managing it first by opening the dryer door and using the opening as a step, and was now sitting cross legged with a heel wedged between her thighs, panting heavily. Jenna abandoned the attempt after a short struggle and stood on her toes, pressing her side hard into the machine as she grabbed an armload of clothes. Maria was doing the same as what Jaime had started, but was taking items out by tugging until a single item came free and snapped each item flat before tossing it into the dryer.

"And Maria is pulling a huge lead on everyone else. Scarlett is detangling her clothes and setting them on the dryer next to her and so is… No, Natalie is tossing them in the open dryer as she goes! Smart move! Jenna is close behind them and… Jaime, how are you holding up love?"

Jaime had overdone it right off the bat, trying to rush and pull all of the clothes out at once. The sudden effort had sent a huge surge of pressure down her birth canal and now she stood rigid, unable to do anything other than concentrate on not pushing. "Come… on… Stay in babyyyyy….. Mustn't puuuuushh.."

"Jaime, you have to unload the washer to move on from this challenge."

Jaime nodded, her eyes beginning to fill with tears and shakily took one hand away from her clearly bulging leggings, but instantly groaned and fell into a deep squat, her groan turning into a grunt, "I can't… I have to puuush!"

"Keep that crown! Keep that crown! Keep that… awwwww." The audience's enthusiastic chant died off as, with a shuddering gasp, the head clearly popped free in Jaime's leggings.

"As I said, the second challenge gets someone every time." Danny stood aside as a team of medics rushed over to help Jaime remove her pants and get the baby out the rest of the way. As she was carried away on a stretcher, Danny continued his commentary for the last four contestants. "And it looks like Maria is almost done, Scarlett and Natalie close behind… Maria finished in first! Oh, look at this, Jenna is catching up!"

Jenna, having not climbed on top of her dryer, was now free of having to deal with getting down from it. It had taken her a while to get all of the items from her washer, but now she was unballing the last pair of jeans and tossing them in.

"And Jenna comes in a surprising second place! Oh! Are you alright?" Right as Jenna had finished, Natalie, trying to get down had been hit with a contraction at an inopportune moment, falling heavily.

"AHHH! Ow…." She cried, rubbing her hip. Fortunately, she had avoided landing on her belly, and the impact seemed more painful than serious. "I think… Ah… I think I'm alright."

"Ok, why don't you come lean on your podium for a minute. Scarlett, make sure you get down safely."

"I'mmm mmmmph! I'm working on it…. Ah…." Scarlett was inching forward, holding herself on top of the dryer with the palms of her hands, sliding her butt across the corner to try to place her feet on the ground, but clearly struggling with both stretching her belly and applying pressure on her tailbone. Her face red, she seemed to come to a decision, and let go with her hands, dropping the last foot to the floor, and began tossing her clothes in the dryer rapidly, panting heavily as she worked, finishing last, but still pregnant.

"Well, we'll get Natalie checked out during our commercial break. Ladies and gentlemen, one down, four babies to go! We'll be right back after this commercial!"

~•~

When the stage had been reset for the next challenge, the lights came back on and Danny stepped forward, his ever-present smile plastered to his face. "And we're back for part three of tonight's episode of Keep That Crown! We're already one mum down, but four still remain. Maria, how are you doing?"

Maria nodded, sweat beading on her face from her labour, "Uh… hooo…. I'm hanging in there Danny!"

Danny swung the microphone towards himself again, "I gotta say, I was a little worried for you in the orchard, but you certainly made a comeback on the laundry challenge. Speaking of worries…" Danny moved on to Natalie, who was holding one hand under her belly and breathing deeply through her nose. "Natalie, you had us all worried for a minute there from your fall, how are you feeling?"

Natalie tilted her free hand, "Doesn't hurt compared to the contra-ah-ah-ah…" She broke off as a contraction made her wince and rub at her belly.

"Well, at least you didn't get seriously hurt in that fall."

Danny's attempts to talk to Scarlett fell flat, as she was biting her lip hard and breathing deeply through contractions, unable to speak. Coming to Jenna, he gestured at her belly. "And how is your secret weapon holding out?"

Jenna shook her head in almost mock-worry, "I don't know how it's gonna come out."

Danny smiled, "Well, don't worry, no one is pregnant forever. But the show moves on, and for our third part, we've arrived at our changing challenge!" Danny swept an arm aside to reveal the four remaining contestants, all standing on one side of a line, facing a pile of bags.

"Today's theme is a day on the beach, so when the buzzer sounds, all of you ladies will go in order of how you finished the last event, select one of the bags and return with it to your podium. Once you return, you will change into the swimsuit inside, and go to sit in the pool!"

Danny pointed at the other side of the stage where a shallow kiddie-pool had been set up.

"Once you have sat down, you may get up and return to put your original clothes back on. And don't worry, each bag has a towel. But!" Danny leaned in, "Each bag contains a different type of swimsuit. You may not open the bag until you get to your podium, you cannot change the bag once chosen, and you cannot intentionally ruin the swimsuit. Do you all understand?"

When all four nodded, Danny started the event with a final note. "And don't worry, you won't need to completely strip for this, just down to your underwear will suffice.” Then, with a countdown and the blare of the horn, the challenge began. As the music started, and all 4 ladies chose a bag from the pile, Danny began his commentary.

"And all four have selected their bags and are returning to their changing areas. Let's see what everyone has… And Maria has gotten a-"

His comments were drowned out by the audience cheering and whistling as she pulled out a small, red bikini. Maria flushed as red as the outfit, a combination of pain from her contractions and embarrassment at the ordeal to come reddening her face. As she began to peel her shirt off, Danny continued his running commentary, being drowned out again as Jenna unpacked an equally small bikini, hers a bright shade of blue. But it wasn't just a bikini. It was a stringkini, and the sides of it were untied, meaning that Jenna had to tie it onto herself.

"Can I at least… Mmph! Can I get some help with that at least?"

"Sorry Jenna, but you have to put it on yourself."

Making a face, Jenna began stripping down to put the pointlessly complex, barely there swimwear. But as she heard the others cry out in dismay, she realized that she had gotten off fairly easy. Natalie had gotten a simple, but fairly small single piece bathing suit, but she seemed to be struggling to stay upright, her tight leggings proving to be putting up quite a fight as she struggled to remove them. With a grunt and a hard shove down, they managed to get clear of her butt, but…

"Natalie, it looks like there's a head starting to come out there," Danny called, "I-"

"I KNOW!" Natalie howled, trying to cross her legs and shifting her weight back and forth, looking for all the world like someone desperate to use the restroom. Taken aback, Danny gave Natalie a bit of space and moved on to commiserate with Scarlett, who had pulled a complex cluster of fabric from her bag. It was some sort of designer swimsuit, that was somehow both a one piece, but had the side ties of a stringkini, all held together by a band of fabric that would go up over her belly and connected with a complicated looking buckle. It was less swimwear and more an outfit for a fancy pool party.

"You've got to be kidding me," Scarlett complained, struggling to simultaneously keep her legs together, untangle the complicated mess of a swimsuit and focusing on not pushing, "How am I supposed to put this on?"

"One leg at a time," Danny said, smiling. However, his attention was dragged quickly away as Natalie gave a soft cry, and a splashing sound was heard.

"Oh god, my water broke, my water broke, my waaAAAA!" Natalie sank to her knees, wadding up the swimsuit and pressing it as hard as she could to her crotch. "No no no no no, Don't… ARGH!"

"KEEP THAT CROWN, KEEP THAT CROWN, KEEP THAT CROWN, KEEP THAT CROWN!" The audience cheered.

Red faced and shaking, Natalie struggled to try to get back to her feet, but simply stayed where she was on the ground, her upper body convulsing with her increasingly futile efforts to stop herself from birthing the head.

"It looks like Natalie might soon be out of this race. But speaking of races, let's look in on Maria and Jenna!" Danny began running a play by play of the first two women, Maria who had already, and easily, managed to pull on the simple bikini and was less waddling, but more shuffling her way to the pool, clearly doing her best to keep her thighs close together. Jenna in the meantime was struggling to pull her legs close enough to pin the bottoms of her stringkini together so she could tie the strings. The top meanwhile was on, but tied sloppily and hastily.

Scarlett in the meantime had managed to untangle the swimsuit and was struggling to get into it, her main fight now with the strip of cloth that buckled the bottoms to the top, which seemed like it had not been made with pregnant women in mind. Eventually, she managed to get into it, hunched over slightly and she began moving to the pool to complete the challenge. Natalie on the other hand…

"KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN!"

Natalie was virtually paralyzed, unable to submit to her own body's instincts to push, but unable to do anything other than tremble on her knees. "Natalie, you have to change and get in the pool if you want to move on," Danny encouraged. With that last bit of encouragement, Natalie, shaking, slowly pulled the wadded swimsuit away from the massive bulge. It was all the incentive her body needed too. With a sharp cry, her hips bucked, and the head popped free with a second gush of fluid. The audience groaned as Natalie was quickly attended to by medics who swept her away to be treated.

"And that's another mum down folks!" Danny called out, returning to Jenna, who had sort of managed to get the strings tied and was just now making it to the pool, "But good job Jenna, you're halfway done with this challenge!" Turning to Maria, he congratulated her on finishing already. Maria could barely acknowledge the praise however, as she had started to bulge out slightly. Scarlett for her part had just gotten back to her podium and was struggling to remove the overly complicated clothing, and was clearly getting frustrated by it.

"AH, Careful Scarlett, you mustn't ruin the swimsuit…" "I'm… ARGH! Who designed this! It's impossible…." She began wiggling, desperately trying to get out of the suit without ruining it, but only getting more worked up. "Scarlett… the… buckle…. ARgh… It twists!" Maria called out from her podium, and mimed twisting the complex piece of metal. Her eyes red with tears of frustration, Scarlett mimicked the motion that Maria made, and the two halves of the swimsuit came neatly apart. Sobbing in relief, she began to deftly strip the idiotic clothing off. She managed to finish removing it just after Jenna had. Jenna was really showing signs of struggling now, her overly massive belly visibly rippling with contractions, and while she was clearly making pushing noises, had yet to visibly bulge from her efforts.

"Well there we are folks!" Danny said as the remaining 3 women managed to get their original clothes back on, "3 Mums left and two challenges to go! Who will get to our final round? Find out after this break!"

~•~

When the lights came back on, the three remaining pregnant women were huffing and puffing near large curtained off sections of the stage, Danny standing in between all of them.

"Aaaaand welcome back to Keep That Crown ladies and gentlemen, the only show where the winner does not have a crown in the end!" The audience laughed at his joke, though Maria, Jenna and Scarlett, if they even heard the joke, did not so much as crack a smile at it. "I'd like to share some news with the audience, Jaime has given birth and wanted to share the announcement to the crowd that she had a girl!" The Audience cheered and whistled at the news. Danny let them go on for a short time, but raised his hands to quiet them down. "Normally I'd have a quick chat with each of our remaining contestants about their own labours at this point, but things are moving a tad quickly, so we should be as well."

Danny swept his arm aside and all three curtains rose up to the ceiling, revealing a trio of mock-up living rooms, each cluttered and trashed.

"For our spring episode, we have a bit of spring cleaning! Each contestant must complete the following, move the furniture pieces back into their assigned spaces, the floor is marked where each furniture item should go, then the larger items must be picked up and put on the shelves, the garbage must be thrown away and the floor must be vacuumed to clean all of this highly visible orange sand. Any item in the living room may be used to help clean it. At the end, each mother may take a breather and have a seat on the couch, but!" Danny leaned in, smiling as he revealed the next bit of news. "They may not want to, as the winner of this event gets to take home the furniture set, so try not to push anyone out on the new couches ladies!"

Despite the intense struggle of their labours, each of the women seemed intrigued by the opportunity.

"Danny… whooo… The… the couch… is it waterproof?" Scarlett asked, a hand rubbing the underside of her belly.

Danny peered down and made a noise of understanding. "I see. Well, if your waters have broken, we should get this event going, and yes, the couches are fully waterproof and covered by a VERY generous warrantee. On your marks, get set, GO!"

The klaxon and the music sounded, and the three women moved into the fray. "And they're off, with Maria moving onto her hands and knees to start collecting things to put away, a good strategy. But while crawling can speed things along, it's far better than bending over or squatting. Jenna has taken off her shoes and is using her toes to pick things up, and look at her go!

Jenna was masterfully picking things up with her feet and passing the items up to her hands. She started with the garbage, picking it up and tossing it into the provided wastebasket. Her furious pace slowed quickly as bending sideways to reach the items around her large belly soon tired her, and she leaned against a shelf, breathing heavily, grunting as she tried not to push with the next contraction.

"And Scarlett is taking… well, that's certainly an approach."

Scarlett was simply hooking her foot underneath every item she could, and was kicking it onto the couch. Once that was done, she could clearly see where the furniture was supposed to go, and began trying to shove it around. But the dense carpet of the faux living room was proving to be tough to slide furniture around on. She pushed at it, then moved to drag it, but found she had to bend over and lift the front feet of the item in question, a high backed chair. She cried out as the position put extra pressure on her baby and she dropped the chair as she felt the head beginning to rapidly descend. "No… not yet…"

"And Scarlett seems to be in trouble. Come on, hold that little one in there!" Scarlett managed to compose herself and, with them shaking violently, she managed to pin her legs together and she began working to move the chair again. The audience cheered as she worked, and Danny resumed his chatter.

"And Jenna has gotten back into the swing of things, picking things up a bit slower now, but she's moving right along. And speaking of moving… Maria! Wow!" Maria had nearly finished cleaning the floor, though a few items remained. But she had begun dragging furniture around while still on her hands and knees and was done moving the chair and the coffee table already, and was now shoving the couch to where it belonged. Her exertions had gotten her a huge lead, but it had gotten something else huge as well. The bulge in her leggings was getting bigger. "Maria, remember, if the head is out, you can't continue the game."

"It's… OW! It's still stretchinggggggggg!" She put a hand on her crotch and stopped moving, breathing hard for a moment, but continued shoving the couch. Rushing now, she got to her feet and grabbed the vacuum. It was an all-in-one type that meant that you had to stand upright to use it, and after some struggling, Maria managed to do just that, shoving the device around as fast as she could, desperate to finish the event so she could focus on not pushing anymore.

As she worked, Jenna had managed to finish the garbage and was now picking the regular items off of the floor, crying, not in pain or stress, but in delight at one of the items she found, a grabber claw! She was using it to easily pick items off of the floor and put them, even onto the shelves that the shorter woman could not have otherwise reached. Scarlett had no need of the device however, having finished moving everything but the couch, and was now clearing it off, hardly needing to bend over to pick the clutter up from it's seat. Soon, she was also vacuuming. As she started and Jenna quickly followed, Maria cried out in distress.

"Uh oh, and Maria has had a technical issue!" Danny strolled over to see Maria turning the machine over to see that it had choked on a sock that she had missed while crawling around. Maria tried to pull it out, but it was stuck fast. "Have… AH, OW…. Danny, is that enough?" Danny shook his head, pointing at a few areas, "I'm afraid not, there's still some of the sand there and there." "But….whooo…But the vacuum is jammed!" "Try using some of the items you cleaned up. I remember there being a screwdriver in the mess somewhere." Maria looked at the shelves, hastily and messily packed with stuff as she came across it, and with a groan, moved to start looking for the tool. Scarlett had finished vacuuming at this point, and was now moving the couch, with Jenna not far behind, having nearly finished her own floor. As Jenna finished, she wrapped up the cord of the vacuum and gingerly sat down on the couch, hastily getting back up as attempting to sit put so much pressure on the head she had yelped in pain.

"And we have our first room cleaned!" Danny called out, moving the vacuum out of the way to congratulate her. Scarlett grunted one last time and had also sat on the couch, laying down on it as she rubbed her belly, screwing her eyes up and breathing in long, hitching breaths. Maria on the other hand…

"Oh… Oh GOD! OWWWW!" Maria had found the screwdriver and had started taking the device apart and had gotten the sock free, but the screwdriver and the vacuum were abandoned now as she put a hand to her crotch. The bulge in her leggings had gotten unusually huge, and she had peeled them down a bit to see what was happening. Danny rushed over, and he blinked in surprise. "Well… This certainly is an episode of firsts ladies and gentlemen. Maria's baby is breech!"

The crowd gasped as a camera moved over and zoomed in on the unnatural stretch in Maria's leggings. Panting, she pushed Danny away and struggled to get the screwdriver. "No… NO! I can do this, I cannnnnn… AH, ARGH! NO!" With an involuntary push, the breached baby surged forward, stretching her far farther than was normal in a birth. "Maria, why don't you let the medics take you back and-" "The head isn't even ou-out…" Maria sobbed, struggling to put the vacuum back together. "I'm afraid that even though this is the first time it's happened on our show, it's in the rules Maria," Danny said evenly, "Your baby is over halfway out. You're done honey."

The crowd groaned with sympathy for the poor woman as she sobbed, letting the screwdriver fall from her grip and putting both hands down to support the baby's half delivered body while the medics lifted her onto a stretcher and rushed her backstage to finish the suddenly much more complicated delivery.

"Well, that was tough for her, but I'm sure we all wish Maria good luck with the rest of that birth. But as we are, we now only have two contestants left going into part 5, and our final challenge for tonight! But before we go, congratulations to Jenna once again for finishing this event first, and winning this lovely couch!"

The crowd cheered again as the camera zoomed in on the panting, sweaty mother as she kept her eyes closed as she tried to keep herself from pushing.

"Now, who will take home the grand prize of £150,000? Who will give into the urge to push? Find out when we get back from this commercial break!

~•~

When the show's theme played once again, Jenna and Scarlett were nowhere to be seen, instead, two whimsical landscapes were displayed with cardboard cutouts of cartoonish children looking happy with baskets at their feet. Danny stood between them, his smile as large as ever, and just behind him were two white curtains. "And welcome back to the final part, and final challenge of…"

"KEEP! THAT! CROWN!" The audience cheered.

"And what a night this has been, our first televised breech, a bonus £50,000, and a couch as a bonus prize as well! But all good things must come to an end, and here it is. The bunny trail! As we get ready for Easter, we have all of these children on the bunny trails waiting for easter eggs. But who will deliver them? Why none other than our very own easter bunnies!"

The white curtains went up revealing the final two mums-to-be wearing little white dresses, knee high boots, white bunny ears, and even had little cotton ball tails. But were visibly distressed, and trying their best not to push. Danny strolled up to them, chipper as ever, and began his interview with them.

"So Scarlett, Jenna, you are our finalists. How are you both feeling?"

Jenna just gave a grunting moan, while Scarlett glared, red-eyed as she tried to keep her legs together to stop herself from pushing. "Just… Eunnnngh! Just… I can't… Start it already!"

"I can't start it yet," Danny laughed, unfazed by Scarlett's desperation. She moaned as he turned to the audience and began explaining the final challenge. "Now our Easter Bunnies" Danny said, gesturing to Jenna and Scarlett, "Must deliver eggs to each of the children's baskets on the bunny trail. As you can see, each side has no less than nine baskets. But, here's the kicker. You must deliver the eggs one at a time, no pun intended." The audience laughed again at his joke, and Danny continued. "You must also hold the egg in both hands as you go, as they are quite fragile. And if you drop one-" Danny dropped the egg, made of delicate blown glass, and it shattered to pieces on the ground, , "-you must return to the beginning to get a new one."

Danny turned as if done, but spun back as he 'remembered' the final rule. "And lastly, how do bunnies get around? They hop of course!" He mimed the required motion, the audience laughing at his antics while both Jenna and Scarlett paled in apprehension. "First to deliver all nine eggs is the winner. But! Even if your opponent gives in and gives birth, you must complete the challenge to collect the grand prize. So as you hippity-hoppity, make sure you…" "KEEP THAT CROWN!" "On your marks, get set…. GO!" The Klaxon sounded, and different music, a classic children's easter song, pumped into the studio as Jenna and Scarlett began. "And right away, we see that both mum's are having a bit of trouble with the hopping. Jenna can barely make the movement, and though Scarlett can hop she is having her own difficulties… Try to keep those legs together Scarlett!"

"Aaaaaaooooowwww, shut uuuup!" Scarlett moaned as she hopped forward, pausing after each one. Jenna, for her part, was barely able to get her formerly petite frame to perform even a small hop due to the size of her belly. She sobbed out with each attempt, her belly heaving and rippling with each of the violent motions.

"Come on Jenna, I know you can do it! The eggs are about one hop away and you can start delivering them!" Danny's words were meant to be encouraging, but Jenna moaned something, and he moved in to hear better. "What was that sweetie?"'

Jenna panted heavily, each breath sounding as if she had someone sitting on her chest. "P..p..please…don't…say…'deliver'"

Danny laughed as he backed off, "Fair enough, hard enough to keep your mind off of that right now I'd imagine."

On the other side, Scarlett had managed to collect her first egg and was only a few hippity-hoppities to the first basket when she yelled out, dropping the egg as she grabbed at her belly. "AH! OW, SHIT!" The egg shattered on the ground, and Scarlett nearly cried, stomping her feet as she tried her best to stop herself from pushing. "Language Scarlett!" Danny said in mock indignation, "It's a good thing It’s after 9, ha ha ha!"

Scarlett didn't look anything close to resembling amused, but just turned back to hop for a new egg. Jenna, meanwhile, had only just made it to the table and was leaning heavily on it, vocalizing with each breath, clearly about to give in and push. But as her contraction ended, she found new strength and grabbed her first egg and began hopping towards her own trail. Scarlett, not to be outdone, managed to get her second first attempt and moved back towards her goal. She was hit with another, hard contraction, but this time she braced herself, stopped hopping and stayed hunched over her belly, groaning, but high in her throat, doing her best not to push. Surviving the contraction, she hopped and gently laid the egg in the first basket. It lit up with a 'DING' and she flinched at the loud noise, one hand diving under her belly to provide support against the hopping trip back.

Jenna had just barely managed to get her egg to the first basket without dropping it, but had also laid hers in it's spot with a 'DING'. "And we're one and one right now ladies and gentlemen! And both mums are returning to the table… and as Scarlett takes a moment to breathe through the next contraction… or is she pushing?" "N-n-nooooOOOO!" "Well alrighty then! Jenna picks her next egg and is off again, Scarlett not far behind in her own delivery of the second egg… Oh, sorry Jenna, didn't mean to say that word again…"

Both women moved on, quickly depositing their second, third, fourth and fifth eggs without issue. But by now, both of them were screaming with each contraction, both had large bulges visible under their short dresses, and the floor was starting to get slick with various fluids. The crowd was cheering and chanting non-stop as they watched the struggling women. By now, both Jenna and Scarlett had to stop after each hop, and Jenna was clearly giving in, pushing as she went, but every time the head made a little progress, it went straight back in, despite the vigorous encouragement the hopping gave. Scarlett wasn't pushing with her hopping, but she cried out with each contraction, and felt the head threatening to pop out with each movement, but as long as she kept her legs together… "AUGH!" She cried out, making one last hop and setting egg six into it's basket.

She turned around as quickly as she could, hearing the 'DING' of Jenna's sixth basket as well. Gritting her teeth, she began the grueling journey back to the table. "And both mums have gotten to basket six!" Danny cried out, putting a hand on his forehead, "For both mums, this is a new record! Let's see who will make it!" Both made it to the table once again, with Scarlett simply grabbing the next egg and moving off, but Jenna gripped it with white knuckles as she shook, clearly pushing. "I… I CAN'T DO IT!" She cried out, and sank down, squatting through the next contraction.

"Don't push Jenna!" Danny called out, and the Audience redoubled their chanting. "KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN!" Jenna screamed and pushed, but as the contraction ended, she panted heavily, the head, not only not out yet, but STILL retracting back inside. "I… I got this!" Jenna said as the contraction ended.

The audience lost their minds as she took the next egg and hopped away. "AMAZING!" Danny shouted as she moved on, “Let's go number seven!" Scarlett was held up by her own contraction, nearly dropping the egg. She knew that if she dropped it, she might as well give in and push. Jenna was right behind her, and any mistake now would cost her the whole thing.

"Gotta… stayyyyyyy!" She shook as she locked her hips, doing her best not to push or let the contraction progress the head any more. The head was permanently bulging now, slightly visible with each hop. She hopped, but began to lose hope as she heard Jenna's seventh basket ding before she had quite gotten there. Scarlett's seventh went only a few seconds after, but at this stage with how hard it was to keep moving, it was a huge lead. "Jenna's catching up Scarlett, come on, you can do this!"

Scarlett growled and began hopping back, yowling as she forced herself to hop through a contraction. "Oh…oh…goooOOOOooodddd…. So…much…too…much…pressure…." She groaned to herself as she made it back to the table. She looked up to see Jenna there as well, leaning over and breathing heavily through her own contraction. With a growl, Scarlett snatched up her last egg and began hopping. Hearing a similar cry of effort behind her, she knew Jenna was doing the same.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! NECK AND NECK, ON THE NINTH AND FINAL EGG!" Danny exclaimed, "IT'S NEVER BEEN THIS CLOSE!" "No kidding,” Jenna groaned, as she continued, bellowing as she forced herself to keep hopping through the next contraction. She made it to the final basket and dropped the egg in, the final 'DING' a glorious sound, and turned to see where Scarlett was… only to see her staring at her as well, dumbfounded, her own basket lit up too.

"Its… A TIE?" Danny called out, "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" The crowd, prompted by screens that Jenna and Scarlett couldn't see, began a new chant. "SUDDEN LIFE, SUDDEN LIFE, SUDDEN LIFE, SUDDEN LIFE!"

Danny strolled forward as both of the laboring mums leaned over their knees, grunting and screaming as they tried not to birth their babies. "Scarlett and Jenna. As you have tied in the final event, we now move into Sudden Life!" The crowd cheered as Danny took an envelope from his inside jacket pocket and broke a red wax seal on it. "To break this tie on the bunny trail, each mother must return to the table and continue delivering eggs to the ninth basket! Last to give birth wins the original prize, and an additional bonus of £50,000, bringing our jackpot to £200,000!"

The Klaxon blared as the crowd cheered, and both of them nearly in tears, Jenna and Scarlett began hopping their way back. It only took three hops before Jenna collapsed, crying. "No more, NO MORE! I caaaaaann't!" Afraid that she would get back up again, Scarlett continued hopping, not daring to push, hardly daring to breathe as she moved, only panting in short bursts between movements. She made it back to the table and began hopping back, but dropped her egg as the most powerful contraction she'd had all night rammed into her like a freight train. She shook life a leaf as she struggled to not push, to not move, to not to not not…. With a cry, Jenna gave in first. She had tried to get back up, but took one more hop and had given in completely, sinking into a deep squat, pushing with all her might, unable to stop her body's natural instincts one second longer. The head, fully visible under her dress was bulging more and more and more until with a burst of fluids, it popped out of her completely.

"AND WE HAVE A WINNER!" Danny called, moving over to congratulate Scarlett, "YOU'VE WON £200,000!" Scarlett couldn't care less aside from one thing. She had won. It was over. She didn't have to resist anymore. She fell to her knees, not caring about the scraping from the hard fall and bellowed, low and long, the sound getting higher and higher pitched as she fully gave into the unbearable pressure. It burned, it burned so bad as she pushed and pushed. Just when she didn't think she could stretch any farther, with a sudden high pitched cry, the head burst free. "Oh…oh thank god! Ohh…"

Danny stepped forward, all smiles. "Unbelievable night! Well, we're out of time for tonight, but we'll see you all next time, and remember to…

"KEEP THAT CROWN!"

Where do I sign up?

tv show where people give birth competitively and try to have the longest, most painful birth possible live on television for everyone to see. the last person to tap out wins a million dollars. there are dozens of contestants, and usually people are only accepted onto the show if they're pregnant with more than 3 or 4 babies or if their babies have something about them that make the birth process more difficult (big, nonhuman, wrong position, etc) so it's already more difficult than just competing against the average person. every participant is constantly made fully aware that they're live on television, being followed around by a crew and always being told to spread their legs so that a crew member can point a big camera directly at their aching stretched cunt for the whole world to see <3

what if a cam girl awarded her top subscriber with a magic pocket pussy that's a portal into her pussy? maybe she's pregnant and decides to stream her birth but the subscriber has different ideas. she just starts begging the subscriber on the live stream to take their dick out of her. they comply and take their dick out but then they replace it with their hand. she can feel the subscriber's hand inside her slobbering cunt, toying with the head sheathed in her birth canal, occasionally pushing it back and not letting her give birth. no matter how hard she pushes, the disembodied hand is always there to push the baby right back into her gaping battered pussy.

“No, please please please” I squirm uncomfortably as the head is pushed back in further from a full crown “I’ve been so good! Just let me birth this baby for you!” I buck and rock in place, whimpering and whining as my overstretched clit and perineum rub needily against the fabric of the pillows. “Please! Please help me! Ohhhh god it aches!” I swivel my hips desperately and press my frustrated hands uselessly against my thighs. “I’ve. Ughhhh been. Hoo hoo hoo such. Aaaaahhhh good girl!!!” I throw back my head and scream, pushing fruitlessly against the tight stack of pillows.

I tried really hard to do what you asked me. I wasn't due for another week, and you had important meetings. I couldn't do this without you. You made me promise I wouldn't push till you got here, but it's so hard. I'm in the tight booty shorts you gave me for Christmas and a maternity bra. My hair is in a bun, and sweat glistens on my forehead and exposed stomach, which is tight and red from contractions. I was in our bedroom, on my hands and knees on the floor, a pillow or two between my legs. I had a hand pressed against my pussy, trying to keep the head from coming out, pressing my weight against the pillow when I felt my own strength was failing. I whimpered and moaned as I stayed there for what felt like hours. Feeling the head taunt against the shorts and pillow, forcing my lips to spread and slipping back in when it met resistance. I sent you another voicemail, pleading you to come back home to let me push freely. That I was trying to be a good girl for you.

"Shhh, honey, you are. You've been such a good girl, holding back for me. You've done a perfect job keeping the head inside, I'm so proud of you. I know your body wants this baby out as soon as possible, but just stay pressed against that pillow until I can come to you. I'm so sorry I didn't get your messages earlier, but I'll be home as soon as I can; there's no meeting important enough to keep me from being there with you. I should be home in about an hour, can you keep being a good girl for me until I get back?"

- You're near to sobbing when I finally come through the door. It's been so much - the pain of the contractions, the pressure in your hips, the effort of pushing the head back inside you for hours on end - but now I'm here and everything's going to be okay. I hold you close, hugging you to my chest as soon as I see how much it's taken you to keep the head in. I run my hands along your back as I reassure you again what a good job you've done waiting until I get home, how perfect you are for doing this for me. You move to change position, but I push your hips back down, keeping your entrance pressed against against the pillow. I know you'll keep the head inside for a little longer for me. You're my *good girl* after all, aren't you?

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.

That bulge is so much bigger than the part of the head crowning. I’d love to be rubbing that terrible stretch and tracing my fingers around her rim, helping her to stretch her cunt wider so the crown can grow and grow and grow.

I’d love to rub her clit and nibble on her outie as I hold that tight crown in place for her as long as I can. I’d dip a finger in behind the head, too, and massage her perineum, starting slow, but picking up speed as my finger gains lubrication. My other hand would continue rubbing her clit with my thumb while the side of my hand rubs the crease between her belly and crotch and presses against the red-hot skin above her vulva.

I'm not sure I would let you give birth, or at least not very easily.

I'd hold you from behind, helping you breathe through the contractions and hold off pushing for as long as possible. When you couldn't hold back any longer, I'd press my hand against the crowning head, slowing it's advance when you push and helping it slip back inside you between contractions.

While you're slowly stretching yourself out around the head, I'd edge your clit and encourage you to push just a little more for me. Only once the head was fully crowned would I let you feel that overwhelming, burning stretch for just a moment before bringing you over the edge to orgasm.

It wouldn't matter how hard you push as I hold the crowning head firmly in place while you cum. I'd whisper in your ear how you'd done such a good job stretching and cumming for me while I hold the head back and you push as you cum.

Once the contraction was over, I'd let you feel the head stretch you for a little longer before gently, ever so gently, easing the head all the way back inside. I'd feel you relax in my arms as we'd both just enjoy the moment together before you have to push again.

We can, of course, make things a little harder for you next time. There's a pair of tight leather shorts that I think would do a wonderful job of making pushing harder, or you could (try) to give birth into a pair of leggings, or a one-piece swimsuit, or even just a pair of panties.

The possibilities are endless, and we're just getting started.

I’d do everything I possibly could to stall labor for as long as possible. I’d keep my legs pressed together, a pillow under my hips to make the baby have to fight gravity, everything I could to make it all take so long, so I could feel my body slowly opening up. I’d relish each and every moment as the baby slides through my well dilated cervix, my own refusal to push dragging the process out as my body works to birth on its own while I writhe in your arms.

I’d squeal and cry out when you start to work against the progress my body makes, pressing back against the bulging head until it’s not bulging anymore. I’d tell you how full it makes me feel, how big it is, how it’s filling up my whole pelvis, how I have to push, but I don’t want to be empty, not yet. Please. 

I’d no doubt ruin my own progress countless times as you edge me, my hips squirming and head thrown back as I alternate between pushing and trying to chase my orgasm, overwhelmed with sensation. 

When I cum, I don’t even know if my scream is one of pleasure, or fear that the head will rush out of me and it’ll all be over. I’d cum again, my lips fluttering around the huge crowning skull, when I realize you’re not going to let that happen, you’re no more done than I am. 

There would no doubt be screaming when you push the head all the way back inside, but by the time your hand can lay flat where moments ago was a full crown I’d be deliriously thanking you, trembling all over, nestling myself deep in your arms and shuddering. 

I’m nowhere near ready for this to be over, and it's a wonderful relief to know you aren’t either.