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Imagine you're a young princess (part 2)

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Part 2: The Impossible Task

Another contraction came, whether it was the panic of the news or a new intensity from her water breaking princess isabella cried out doubling over as she held her stomach. Doctor cassius held her tightly so she wouldn’t fall.

“She can’t cry out like that! her echoes will be heard among the mountain.” The Scout Artemis cautioned. The doctor glared at the young man scolding him “You are not to tell a woman what she can and cannot do when she is bringing life into the world.” the princess patted the good doctor taking deep breaths of the thin mountain air.

“He is right. it would put us all at risk. I’ll try to stay quite.” she was finding it difficult to catch her breath.

the doctor sighed and shook his head. “Here is what we are to do. Alexander tend to your wife. have her lay down for a bit until I can assess her.” The prince quickly rushed over and helped her sit on the ledge she had rested on earlier.

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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.

Victim of the Labyrinth

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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.

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Hello, shy lil gremlin anon is back.

pregnoct labour pls?? It’s just something about how you draw distressed faces that gets me ;3;

sorry this took a while (i do have other things for this brewing) but in the meantime here ya go. ft supportive grandpa!

Imagine you’ve been carrying your partner’s eggs for what feels like forever, your belly is so big and heavy. When it’s finally time to lay them your parter teases you by occasionally pushing them back in as you’re try to lay them. It feels so good that eventually when he lets you lay them you cuz and multiple eggs come out at once

"Please, I can't--"

"Aw, of course you can," you purred patronizingly, relishing in my whimpers as your hand came to rest where one of the eggs was making my lips bulge out. "Besides, doesn't it feel good?"

My cheeks flushed scarlet, but instead of protesting like I wanted, what came out was a low, shaky moan. Slowly but surely, you carefully pushed the egg back up inside me, past my lips and threatening to pass back up into my cervix. The only thing stopping it was the rest of the clutch that was trying to descend, but either way you'd once again undone almost all of my progress.

I let out a frustrated sob, groaning softly as I felt another contraction coming on. This time you kept your hand over my cunt, pressing firmly as you gazed intensely at me.

"Ah, ah, ah, not yet...just a little longer, I want to see how long you can hold out for me, then I'll let you push." you chided, running a finger through my drenched folds, ready to intercept if any of the eggs started to move again.

Not having much choice I simply nodded, bracing myself and doing everything I could to resist pushing. You licked your lips, watching as I struggled, reducing me to a sweaty, whining mess.

"Oh, you poor thing, I've been too rough on you, haven't I?" Chuckling darkly you moved closer, draping yourself possessively over me. One hand splayed over my belly, the other still stroking and teasing my pussy, and when you felt the telltale tensing of my body under your hands you leaned in close, whispering directly in my ear:

"Push."

My eyes snapped open, and I acted quickly before you could take back what you said. Grasping at the sheets under me I grit my teeth, then bore down as hard as I could, almost wailing from the effort. My body seemed to act in overdrive in order to make up for all the progress you kept stealing from me, and I panted harshly as I felt myself birth several of the eggs one after the other.

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.

Imagine you're a warprize for an enemy clan and your put in the Kings harem of captured people. He fucks you day and night until you get heavily pregnant. When labor starts the midwives refuse to let your labor progress until the king returns from his newest war campaign. You labor for days and days, waiting for the kings return

Hmmm that’s so lovely to think about anon.

Imagine that, you are taken from your village and family only to be fucked senseless until your heavy with the kings bastard.So heavily pregnant in fact that those around you suspect you are carrying multiples; a variety in your new kingdom. The king goes on a campaign when you are 8 months pregnant which worries you as you hear rumours from the other formerly pregnant harem members that the king forces them to wait to give birth, but you naively believe this is only a malicious rumour spread to scare you. But when your water breaks at 9 months and 2 weeks pregnant you learn these rumours we’re definitely true. Midwifes put you in a room with thickly padded walls and force your legs closed as you labor at first, not even allowing you to push. Eventually however, they allow your legs to spread for easy access to clean between them, but come around every hour or so to push the ever growing massive head back into you. You try to deliver the head before they come back every time but you can never do it within an hour and you are stuck in this cycle for god knows how long, although you assume it’s been months before the king comes back. Instead of coming straight to you however, the king takes his time, visiting all his other harem members and spending a week resting before he comes to your chambers and you are mercifully allowed to finally give birth. Although now the process is near impossible, as your babies head has grown so large that your pussy is on fire for weeks as you strain against it..

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.

Make sure you’re taking care of your kittygirl by keeping her knocked up constantly. Every time she gives birth, she should be immediately filled up again. It’s just your responsibility as an owner.

i would never be an irresponsible pet owner its neglectful to let their womb be empty