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Amber paced back and forth across the motel carpet, pausing every two minutes or so as another contraction began building up inside her. Here she was, in labor with the child she’d gotten knocked up with during the one night stand with the man from the bar just down the road. Oh, how his face had spelled out the despair he no doubt felt when she said she wasn’t on birth control, and how it had almost driven her to another hands free orgasm.
She had finally convinced him she was joking, only to find out herself a few weeks later that she had missed her pill that day, of course, and had gotten pregnant with his bastard child. She eventually realized that she couldn’t even be mad about it though; the sex had been fucking great, and she’d gotten to spend the last nine months entertaining herself with other random men who were into pregnant chicks for one night stands.
Her surprise pregnancy hadn’t been so bad after all.
But no matter what, she couldn’t find it in herself to feel anything for the child she was carrying, no matter how much fun she’d had in the nine months of her surprise pregnancy (or time during it that she’d spent imagining exactly how she’d ended up pregnant; whether it was when she’d been fucked lying on her back, or on her hands and knees, or riding her baby daddy’s dick). She had decided early on that as soon as she’d birthed it, she was planning on having nothing to do with it.
And it didn’t seem like she was that far away from that part now.
“Fuck,” she muttered, pausing at the edge of the bed and leaning against it again. Her contractions were definitely coming closer together, and the baby’s body was definitely moving further down inside her. If it wasn’t so painful, it would almost be arousing.
The current contraction felt stronger than the last, and with a sudden pop!, Amber felt water splash down her bare legs and begin to puddle on the carpeted floor. Good, that was almost a sure sign that birth was near. She groaned and forced herself to try to walk again, but only got a few steps before she felt her body immediately start to move on to the next stage of this birth thing.
There was a large shift inside her as she felt her baby move down further, and realized the time for walking was almost over. She walked to the right side of the bed (it had been here that she’d convinced this baby’s father to go down on her to get her ready for him) and climbed up to kneel on it. She’d read that gravity was a good aid in birthing babies, so she got comfortable on her knees just as the next contraction began washing over her. She was consumed in the pain of it all again, but despite it all, she felt a small flicker of...arousal?
She brought her hands up to her hard dome of a belly, and realized that if she focused enough, she could feel her baby’s body moving (more intensely than the admittedly arousing kicks and flips it had liked to perform inside her over the last few months) steadily downwards, settling deeper in her birth canal as it prepared to be born.
“Fuck,” Amber muttered again, this time with a different meaning behind it. One of her hands wandered from her contracting belly to between her legs, where she felt how wet she was (it was partially due to her water breaking recently, but there was definitely a tinge of what she recognized as actual arousal there, as well).
The brush of her fingers against her folds made something snap inside her, and from then on, she reveled in each contraction, each sharp pain that forced her baby deeper down inside her, until she felt like it was engaged in her birth canal and ready to come out.
The first push brought her the same ecstasy that fucking random men in motel rooms did, and she ended it with a whimper that rivaled her sex moans. She gently pressed her fingers inside herself, feeling her tight, wet walls clench around them (but feeling no sign of the top of the baby’s head yet).
The second push brought the feelings of pressure, stretching, ecstasy, as her heavy baby’s body moved slowly down her passage from the safety of her womb to the outside world.
“You feel almost as good coming out as you did going in~” she whimpered at the end of this push, beginning to pump her fingers slightly. She quickly gave another tiny, experimental push, whimpering as she felt just a tiny movement from her baby.
She didn’t want to over do the feelings of ecstasy too quickly, so she staved off with pushing until she felt the need to again, keeping herself on the edge by just slowly fingering herself while she waited between the contractions.
The next push brought the baby down even further, and Amber could have kept herself right there on the edge for hours as she felt the baby’s head slide smoothly over her g-spot.
She had moved to all fours on the same motel bed where she had conceived the baby she was working on giving birth to, forgetting about gravity as she instead intended on birthing her baby like a four-legged beast. Perhaps she had the urge because it was the position she’d conceived the baby in (or simply because it felt really fucking good in the moment), but she would never know.
Instead, she simply whimpered out her pleasure once more as she pushed again and felt the baby’s body (which felt so big inside her now) slide over her g-spot. She could definitely feel the very top of the baby’s head pressing intently against her fingertips now, and moaned at the sensation that holding it in place gave her.
“I know you want to come out, but you feel so good inside me, I just wanna savor it a bit longer~”
She experimented by moving her fingers slightly, feeling the head instantly slide after them, nearly at her vaginal opening now. Carefully, before the head could slide out too far, she blocked its passage with her fingertips once more, shivering at the feeling of the baby’s head sitting just behind her entrance. It felt like a bowling ball was trying to come out of her, but she felt absolutely no pain, only pleasure.
After savoring the feeling of letting the baby bob between her g-spot and entrance for a few more minutes, she finally (but slowly) removed her fingers, and gave a small push to allow her baby’s head to breach her entrance and oh so slightly spread her lips. She rubbed her fingers down her slit, feeling her nether lips bulge out slightly with the baby’s head. Amber moaned and moved her hand to the top of her slit, locating her hard and throbbing clit, and beginning to slowly rub it as her baby began to crown.
She unconsciously moved herself back to the kneeling position, lowering her free hand to her folds to feel out her baby’s head being born while her other hand continued working at her clit.
“You feel so good coming out of me, holy fuck,” Amber muttered to the widening circle of her baby’s head. She slowed down with rubbing herself, allowing her body to push the baby out a bit more into her hand. When the faintest twinge of pain hit her just before she hit a full crown, she quickly started playing with herself again, the baby’s head pausing its progress. It was about halfway crowned now, but the stretch was absolutely delicious.
Amber rubbed a finger over the slick hair on the baby’s head, shivering a bit as she felt her little touch cause the baby’s body inside her to move. It felt good, but not as delicious as the pressure and stretch of the half crowned head still sitting heavily between her legs, supported gently in the palm of her hand.
Composing herself again, Amber took a breath and gave another little push, moaning as she felt the baby’s head inch forward a little bit. She stroked her clit again, and another idea came to her.
“I’m gonna cum you out,” she said, shivering with her idea. “Or at least try to.”
She melted at her own touch as she thumbed her throbbing clit, the baby’s head stopping its movement once again. She felt so full, with the baby not even being halfway born yet (its body still mostly filling her narrow birth canal, and giving the occasional movement), and focused on her body and all the sensations she was feeling once more.
How pleasurable she felt, getting off to giving birth. She felt the pressure build up inside her as she touched herself, like bubbles in a champagne bottle, the baby being the cork that stood between her and an explosion (or in this case, orgasm). After a few moments, she felt the baby actively trying to move around in its tight space as she felt herself getting closer, its little movements pushing her towards her finish.
“Gonna cum you out, baby, just keep moving like that for me,” Amber muttered to herself (secretly hoping her baby heard her words), rubbing her finger quickly over her clit, her legs trembling slightly. With one particularly strong wiggle from the baby inside her a moment later, as if it had heard her, Amber broke, throwing her head back as she came.
The contraction pushed the baby’s head out of her body with such force that Amber’s hips bucked, and it was followed only moments later by the rest of the baby’s body and a generous splash of the remaining water that had been inside Amber as she continued crying out her orgasmic birthing pleasure.
Some time later (which could have been minutes or years) Amber’s pleasure finally ebbed, and the sounds of a baby crying brought her back down to Earth. She looked down between her legs at the baby she’d just given birth to, the being responsible for giving her one of the best orgasms of her life. Despite that (and the fact she’d carried it around inside her body for the last nine months, feeling it kick and roll around inside her), she still felt nothing for it.
Well, that wasn’t completely true, she did feel something: she felt a sort of smug feeling at the realization that it was a boy, the tiny cock and balls clearly visible between its spread legs.
“I guess it seems only right I got off giving birth to a boy.”