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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.