“No, Please Please Please” I Squirm Uncomfortably As The Head Is Pushed Back In Further From A Full

Birth denial is so hot as a concept. Physically being unable to give birth: legs bound together so no matter how much you push, there's no space. Tight clothes in the way, forcing the baby back inside while you grunt and cry and try to force it out. Chastity belts, that force your pussy wide open in a crown for just as long as the keyholder wants. Not allowed to give birth and trying your best to stop yourself from pushing, trying to silence the primal urges of your own body, no matter how painful it is. And of course, my favourite - having the baby pushed back inside you before you manage to get it out, all the way to your womb, making you have to experience the pain of it all over again.

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”

this one got me so fucking horny idk why but its so fucking GOOD

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.

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.

Literally every time. My PCOS gets so bad I’ll black out from the pain and have fever dreams of my belly being so huge I can’t see past it as it squeezes down around my litter of squirming babies, trying desperately to expel them through my unyielding cervix.

Anybody else cope with intense period cramps by imagining them as contractions instead?

Furniture Shopping (Birth Fiction)

She was merely one week away from her due date, as she waddled towards the doors of hell. At least that’s what it felt like as she anticipated hours upon hours of shopping. Her back was already aching, and she hadn’t even entered the department store yet.

Lara and her husband Ivan were expecting their first child. They were in the process of moving into their dream house. Unfortunately the moving car they’d hired had crashed earlier that week. No one was injured in the accident and their insurance covered the cost for their destroyed possessions, but here they were, one week before her due date, without a single thing for the baby. Or for themselves, for that matter - even their bed had been in that truck.

”Are you sure you don’t want to wait in the car?” asked Ivan, giving her a worried look. He had offered multiple times to just go himself, but she couldn’t just leave him to make all the decisions about their future furniture. The only furniture he’d owned before they got married was a wooden table and a ratty old pullout couch - to her great despair that couch was the only thing to survive the move - so she didn’t have much confidence in his furniture-picking abilities.

”I’ll be fine”, she said with more confidence than she actually felt, before striding determinately towards the doors of the department store. They had already spent over an hour in the car getting here, and her back was cramping painfully from the journey. Best thing to do was just to get it over with.

She started with a bathroom break, frowning when there was a bit more fluid than expected. It wasn’t gushing, though, so she convinced herself that it was nothing to worry about. With how much the baby had dropped, maybe it was pressing harder on her bladder than she’d thought. She dried herself, pulled up her leggings and adjusted her maternity top. She would totally be fine for a few hours of furniture shopping.

Lara and Ivan spent the better part of two hours walking past rows and rows of furniture. Lara kept one hand pressed to the small of her back as she waddled next to her husband. The back pain was getting really bad, hitting her in waves, each one worse than the last. The baby felt heavy in her pelvis, the head practically resting on her cervix. All that pressure was messing with her body - she felt like she really needed to take a dump.

”Bathroom break”, she murmured to Ivan, before waddling off towards the closest sign.

As she sat down on the toilet, she felt a lot of fluids leave her body, but not really anything else. The pressure had eased up, though, so she figured maybe she’d just really needed to pee. She washed her hands, staring at her sweaty disheveled appearance in the mirror. After a moment of leaning against the sink, she took a deep breath and headed for the door.

Ivan was watching her intently as she left the bathroom. ”Are you okay?” he asked, a worried wrinkle between his eyebrows.

”I’m fine. Just a backache.”

He didn’t seem to believe her and kept throwing her worried glances as they walked on.

That feeling of pressure that had dissipated in the bathroom, was returning with a vengeance. She pressed a hand against the underside of her belly, trying to lift the weight of her baby from her poor hips. She couldn’t really feel that taletell hardness of the baby’s head through her skin, even at the bottom of her belly, making her wonder if it was actually resting completely in the bowl of her pelvis. As she was contemplating this, another wave of back pain swept through her, making her belly cramp uncomfortably.

This latest cramp made the pressure drastically intensify and she was hit with a nagging suspicion that maybe this was labor. She tried to ignore it as the baby’s head slowly pushed through her dilated cervix, the pain and pressure shifting downwards with it. She had to be imagining this. Her due date wasn’t for another week.

Unconsciously she widened her stance as her contracting muscles squeezed the baby downwards. She struggled to keep her composure as the pressure grew, and with it came this terrible urge. The need to push was growing every second she continued to try to deny her labor. This couldn’t be happening. Not here. Not now. Yet her body desperately wanted to push this baby out. Right this second.

”Lara? What’s wrong?”

Her husband’s voice sounded so far away as she focused on the sensations of her body, the tensing of muscles, the pressure, the stretching. The baby was inching downwards through her birth canal with every clenching of muscles. She spread her legs without really meaning to, her body locking up in her first real push. The baby pressed downwards faster with her help, the head stretching her birth canal wide.

The hand pressed to the bottom of her belly sneaked downwards, encountering her bulging crotch. She wasn’t quite crowning yet, but the baby’s head pressing down was changing the shape of her vagina, making it bulge outwards. With another contraction, another push, a burning feeling was joining the pain and pressure already between her legs. She moaned softly as her lips started to take the shape of a teardrop, the top of her baby’s head pressing out into her panties.

She moved her other hand down between her legs, exploring the growing bulge in her leggings. She could distantly hear voices around her, yelling, a far away mixture of sounds and movements. They weren’t important. Someone’s hand closed around her arm, pulling. She could vaguely distinguish her husband’s voice from the sea of background noise. She snarled at him, making him back away. She didn’t want anyone close right now. It was just her, and her body, and her baby.

She spread her legs more, squatting down a bit as she pushed again. Her legs quivered as she felt her lips slowly stretching around the top of the baby’s head. By the feeling of how much her crotch was bulging, she knew she still had ways to go. It was a very big baby.

She groaned as the burning feeling turned into a violent throbbing, the baby’s skull slowly inching downwards as her lips strained. Her clothes were pulled tight over the bulge, barely clinging to her hips. She rubbed softly over the stretched fabric, accidentally brushing against her clit. A surge of pleasure shot through her, making her throw her head back and moan. She started rubbing the little nub slowly, some of the pain transforming into pleasure. Intense, painful pleasure - but pleasure all the same.

The next contraction caught her off guard, making her sway slightly from the force of cramping muscles. She took a deep breath and bore down, feeling her nether lips thin and stretch as the baby slowly started to properly crown. With an agonizing slowness the head inched forwards, filling her hands and straining her clothes to the limit. It stopped at a full crown, her body thrumming with pain and pleasure and a desperate need to get this baby out.

She continued to ignore her surroundings as she circled her hips, trying not to push as she gave her body time to stretch. Her hand went back to her clitoris, rubbing through the soft fabric of her leggings. The poor leggings were stretched as far as they wood go. She pushed hard with the next contraction. No matter how much she tensed and strained, the head stayed at a full crown, her burning lips and staring clothes keeping it in place.

She sunk lower into her squat, shoving her hips forwards with the next push. The head stayed lodged were it was, but her vagina was throbbing with pain and pleasure around it. She whined and rocked her hips from side to side in an attempt to get it unstuck. The bulge in her leggings was truly massive, witnessing about the size of her baby. She must truly be a sight to behold.

Strange hands were touching her, trying to pull down her leggings. She didn’t like it, but she allowed it, realizing that her bottoms needed to come off for her to be able to deliver. With the way her legs were spread they didn’t have much luck getting them off, but they did manage to loosen the garment slightly.

As the next contraction hit, she battered them away again and bore down with a guttural yell. The head shifted slightly against her bruised lips, but still couldn’t seem to move passed them. She pressed down against her clitoris, the violent jolt of pleasure causing her to tense in another push. Her thighs shook as she worked against her own body, trying to push a too big baby through a too small opening. She pinched her nub again, pushing with the clenching pressure that followed. Despite the pain, she was suddenly very close to orgasming.

She circled her hips again, the weight of the baby resting against different parts of her vagina as she moved. Her fingers worked furiously at her clitoris, the pulses of pleasure almost making her knees give out as she pushed with each one.

And then, finally, as she shoved her hips forwards and pushed with all her might, the head shot forwards and the found herself orgasming violently as it popped out.

The rest of the world rushed back into focus, sounds and voices and her husbands arms. She collapsed into them, no longer able to keep upright. The baby’s head dangled uncomfortably between her legs, but she no longer wanted to keep control of the birth. She wanted someone to take her pants off and get the baby out.

”Get it out!” she sobbed into her husbands neck, shifting uncomfortably as she felt the baby start to turn.

Ivan murmured encouragements in her ear as she felt something cold touch her leg. A backwards glance revealed a paramedic behind her, in the process of cutting her leggings off. She leaned against her husband as she felt them check for a chord around the baby’s neck and telling her to push. She tried, moaning as the shoulders wouldn’t budge.

”You’re almost done”, her husband murmured in her ear. ”Baby, you’re so close.”

She nodded into his neck, gathered all remaining energy, and pushed as hard as she could. One shoulder eased out, then another. A  strange sliding sensation and a rush of emptiness, as the paramedic pulled the baby from her body. A rush of fluids followed it, drenching her utterly ruined pants. Her body shook, Ivan the only thing still keeping her upright. Around her people gawked and pointed their cellphone cameras her way as the baby gave a loud wail.

”It’s a girl! Lara, we have a daughter!”

Her husband was crying and laughing at the same time, while Lara stared numbly at the crowd gathered around them.

”Lara, look! She’s beautiful!”

She turned her eyes to the wrinkly, slimy, purple little human that had just come out of her. The rest of the world faded away again, as she reached out for that hideous little creature - the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Her daughter.

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 .

tied up and plugged birth denial

in the mood to be tied up while super overdue with your baby, with my legs spread as far as they’ll go and my crotch bound with ropes, a large knot inserted and tied tight, plugging my soaked and laboring cunt. after hours of you pounding and teasing me in this position, my water breaks. the contractions begin to intensify, the child moving down by sheer force of my uterine muscles clenching and urging the head through my cervix, filling my canal. but with a pathetic whine i remember the knot and ropes are blocking my tight exit, stalling any further progress. the head is pressed fully against the knot plugging my opening, and no matter how hard i push now, nothing with budge as long as the ropes are intact. lustful tears fill my eyes as i finally get to experience what i’ve wanted to for so many years: pushing HARD against a very large, very stuck baby. the futility and pressure and intensity are enough to immediately drive me to orgasm, my squirt soaking through the ropes binding my cunt. i’ve never felt so stretched and open, my pelvis so fully stuffed it’s dizzying and overwhelming, yet so addictive and electric, i could feel the massive skull trying to slowly yet violently cram its way through my pelvis. i just want this moment to last forever, and it honestly could, lest i give you the safe word so i can finally drop my load. but i’m not quite ready for that yet, wanting to relish this feeling and cum a few more times around the head still so tightly encased within my pulsing walls.

(partner POV)

i’ve been watching you in awe for hours, marveling at the perfection of your birthing form, all spread out and tied up for my personal enjoyment. at this point you’ve squirted so much all the ropes binding you are soaked and cold, giving you goosebumps and making you tingle all over as you linger in a moment of orgasmic bliss. because the storm is coming. something that can’t be contained forever, a storm called birth. your moans and shrieks begin to change tones, your pleasure turning to overwhelming agony and the need to expel your child NOW or you would die or break in half trying. your contractions are nearly constant now, and you start to push again with a new sense of urgency. your screams catching your throat as you begin to go red in the face, holding your you push for all youre worth your burden against the knot, the head that is attempting to emerge pressing the knot further and further out of you, the plug slowly spreading you. i could see the massive knot i had plugged you up with earlier bulge and begin to crown, the force of your primal pushes of desperation causing your rotund stomach to contract so strongly its shape became more pointed, your contracting muscles going into overdrive at this pivotal moment of imminent crowning. in this moment, you, my lover, reduced to a twitching, animalistic ball of tension and pain, the travail is so clear in the furrowed browson your face, which has somehow has never looked more beautiful to me. you, despite all the agony and restraint, are still enjoying this on some level. you still haven’t said the safe word after all, which would mean you surrendering from the constricting torture of your ropes so you could finally drop your heavy load of overdue child. you look me in the eyes and we share a deep breath before you bear down once more, and with a small muffled pop and a moan of a sigh of relief, the knot plug rushes from your cunt, bulging against the ropes that still bound your legs and crotch.

between labored pants you say to me, somehow sounding so sexy through it all, “babe, the head is about to crown but has nowhere to go. could you help me out, my sunflower?” at the mention of the safe word, i immediately spring into action to untie the ropes binding your bulging cunt. i decide to hell with untying anything carefully, using the scissors from the birthing kit we already had nearby to cut a big enough opening to allow the head to pass. as i move to help you get in a good position for crowning, you start panting with and intensity like never before, sounding almost like your building up to a powerful orgasm, your entire being seeming to contract all around the child within you. you huff and puff it looks as though you may pass out from the strain of it all. then, in the blink of an eye, you could not longer resist the urge to push without any restraints, feeling like the pressure and fullness could literally drown you if you didn’t fight through it. at last, i see as you finally surrender to letting this birth happen, your body going slack before curling up around your swollen womb, pressing it down hard in a instinctive kind of fundal pressure as you feel your opening begin to burn, burn, BURN.

(first person pov)

at this point i’m seeing red, my entire being consumed by the ring of fire i finally came to know. oh, how i relished the ripping burn, feeling the crown so heavily tugging against my rim, threatening to snap it at any moment. it felt like i was slowly tearing in at least 3 areas, and i was almost tempted to reach down and slide a finger in alongside the crown to rip my own ruined perenium down the middle, tearing my two holes into one bloody gaping mess that could finally release my enormous child. but no, it was not to be. i needed to take this slow, as i resume my frantic panting, resisting everything in me that was telling me to just push so hard i rip myself in half and get the whole ordeal over with. but i was stubborn, instead adjusting to the burning crown and letting it slowly stretch me beyond my wildest imagination, trying my best to relax and open up as much as i possibly could. i wanted to feel it all, every detail of the skull and face as it emerged from me painstakingly slowly, which is exactly what i got. once i was getting dangerously close to a full crown, i beg you to apply some counterpressure, wanting to be held open at the absolute widest point on the head for as long as i could possibly bear.

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

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

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