Humping A Pillow While A Massive Head Crowns Between My Legs.

Hi! I’m Witchy or KitKat. Feel free to call me by any pet name, though.

I just wanted you all to know that my asks are open as are my DMs for anything Breeding/Pregnancy/Birth related. If you’re not a girl I’m still happy to play OCs or non-con, but myself and personas are only into girls.

Into:

- Long crowning

- Forced birth denial (esp pushing baby back in)

- Girlcock/Penis birth

- Vaginal birth

- overstimulation

- highly symptomatic pregnancy

- Egg birth (of big eggs)

- size difference (smaller birther)

- bird girls/other animal people (specifically where every feature is blended cohesively anywhere between human and animal as long as it’s consistent)

- long birth

- pushing

Neutral:

- ass birth

- casual pregnancy

- singletons

- breastfeeding/Nipple stim

- other player being a cat girl/other animal (specifically the kind with just ears and a tail difference)

- long labor

- long pregnancy

Not Into:

- Death

- Scat/Piss

- Enema

- permapreg

- forced trans

- playing a cat girl/other animal myself (specifically the kind with only ear and tail difference)

Edit: I’m currently very busy and overwhelmed so don't take it personally if I don't respond. I simply can’t keep up with everything going on for the sake of my mental health.

It's true. I genuinely actually need this.

Need to be full of his litter and trying to push while he keeps a hand between my legs to make sure I stay pregnant a little longer <3

Currently dreaming about all the sizes of crowning available to the imagination

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.

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.

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?

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.

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

This one is so good, y’all

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..