“I know that this was an accident, but I’ve been thinking we should have *many* more accidents in the future. I love being so fat and round and love how you pamper and pay attention to me as I grow your baby in this belly. I want you to keep me pregnant for at least the next decade. I want to be your fat, happy, pregnant wife.”
You’re going to have a baby.
I am aware this is the worst possible spot, but your body doesn’t seem to care. Fully dressed, in front of everyone, no privacy in sight. They’re going to watch. They’re going to SEE you. You’re going to give birth, right here, a crowd watching you at your most helpless, your most feminine.
I know, it hurts. It’s supposed to hurt to become a mother. It’s squeezing, pulling, the head is sitting so low. But with how long you’ve been denying the state you’re in, I suppose you’re lucky that your-
… Ah, there they go. Your waters. Leaking from between your legs as your face burns with shame. That scent, deep and musky, like sex and something else, something so much more. And the massive wet spot its making. Just look at the state of you, full-bellied, panties and pants soaked with birthing juices. Beautiful.
I know you don’t want to do this here, but that’s meaningless. The only thing that matters is the head pressing against your cervix. Over and over the pressure mounts. You’re in hard labor, you can’t stop it, can’t resist it.
Just give in. Open your legs. Become a mother.
Push for me.
Ahhhh, there we go! I saw that, the moment you gave in. Your instincts are so strong, your body wants to have this baby SOOO badly. You’re fighting so hard, but we both know what’s going to happen. Don’t resist, let this crowd of strangers watch as you deliver a child for a man you don’t even remember.
It’s coming! The head, you’re fully dilated, the head is starting to open you inside! It must feel incredible, stretching and pressure, the deep ache of your cervix opening further than it ever has before, but mixing with the feeling of being stimulated at your very deepest points, things being pressed on in ways you never imagined possible.
Just breathe for me. Breathe during rests, and push with the pain. Focus on giving birth, no need to worry about your clothes. They’ll just add to the enjoyment of your spectators. Just focus on having your baby, right here and now. No point in fighting it, just let it come.
Puuuuush dear, just like that. Don’t be nervous, let it all out. Scream for me, moan at the feeling of it, make little fists and curl your toes, be small or big, whatever feels right. Don’t hold back, this is your moment, you at the most feminine you can be. Let them see you in your strongest yet most helpless, give birth to your child!
Push push push, that’s right, I know, I know it hurts, let it out, there we go. Cry and sob, it’s just fine, you’re just how you should be right now. It’s so amazing, you’re starting to bulge under your panties, the head is getting close to crowning. You’re going to be a mommy!
It doesn’t matter if you wanted it or not, doesn’t matter how hard this will make the rest of your life. It’s happening, all you can do is let your body bring life into the world for the man who decided that you should give birth for him. You HAVE to push, push with the pain dear!
Yesss, good girl, you’re doing incredible, can you feel your lips starting to part? Come on, deep breath for me, and then PUUUUSHHHH!
Shhhh, it’s ok, it’s ok dear, I know it burns, I know your baby is crowning into your pants. Everyone else can see it too, everyone here knows that you’re giving birth into your clothes right in front of them. You’re so sexy, so incredible, even though it hurts. The burning is just going to get worse, but you can do it, I believe in you!
That’s good that’s good keep going keep pushing you’re such a good mommy just keep pushing that baby out of your aching, burning slit oh my goodness! The bulge is so big now, it’s obvious there’s a baby between your legs, filling your ruined underwear. The head is almost at a full crown, you’re so incredible! Everyone here is savoring every moment of you birthing for them, even if the father is nowhere to be found. It doesn’t matter, his job was to put a baby into your womb, and your job is to carry it for nine months and then birth for him. You can do this, it’s what your body is made for.
Breathe for me…
Keep going keep going keep going you can do this you’re so strong! I know it hurts, I know it’s terrible and everyone is looking, but just keep going you can do this! The head, dear the head, it’s about to come out, one more big push!
You’re so gushy today. I know you almost passed out from the feeling of the head squirting out into your underwear, the bulge is MASSIVE. Can you feel it? People keep running their hands over the head resting between your legs, cupping the head of the baby through the fabric of your jeans. It’s a good thing they slipped nice and low under the pressure, otherwise you could have been stuck crowning for hours.
Just the shoulders. Breathe as the baby turns, just focus on the hands of strangers rubbing between your legs, gasping in awe as they feel the head turn. You’re so sexy right now, so utterly helpless to do anything about all the people watching you deliver your child into your clothes. They’re backing away, they know it’s time.
Hon… it’s time.
One shoulder is out! And… the other one! The whole body is sliding out, your clothes are bagging, your did it!
Oh my… people are taking pictures as you reach into your pants and panties and pull out your newborn. You’re such a lovely single mom. And just think, all the videos everyone took will be all over within hours, everyone around the world will see you in your most frightening, helpless, intimate moment. Even the father of this child, wherever he is. Maybe he’ll even come put another baby into your belly before he vanishes again.
But for now, focus on the fact that you did it. You had a baby. You must be so proud…
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🥰 ’ Love this.
Bellies are meant to be round and heavy.
Breasts are meant to be huge and filled with milk.
Nipples are meant to be dark and sensitive.
Thighs are meant to be thick and strong.
Asses are meant to be soft and wobbly.
Hips are meant to be wide and swaying.
Women are meant to be pregnant.
OKAY so I saw this a few days ago and was like “whatever” but then I smashed my phone in a car door, had to clean up some dead baby bunnies in my yard, and have just generally NOT had a good week. I’m fucking spooked and I’m reblogging this twice to get the universe to stop.
I ignored this too and then i got kicked out of my house. Also reblogging twice.
reblogging again, not taking any chances
Alright, I expect good news of about $650 dollars to come to me effortlessly, do it universe!
I hate these but I need good news
Yep, I can’t risk it. Not after the last 6 months.
Need a positive pregnancy test like the drought needs the rain. 🤞🏻
New year, abundance of luck
Damn it man
Can’t risk it.
“This is all my fault! I should never have allowed myself to give in to my own son’s advances. Now look at me! Growing my son’s babies inside my belly. My womb impregnated by the very son I pushed out of it 19 years ago! I’m such a bad mother.”