Kiss Me While I Crown Your Baby? 👉👈

Fuck

Ok, so loved this imagine from a long gone blog, its of birth denial with a heavily pregnant partner that has multiples but has a chastity belt to stay pregnant

I love that as well anon. Imagine that though. Becoming enormously pregnant with multiple children, maybe 4 or 5 and your partner forces you into a thick, metal chastity belt right as you begin to reach full term, just because they relish in seeing you full of there child. You go for a while past your term with no problems before you inevitably go into labor but you can’t do anything about it. The first babies head stays a a somewhat permanent burning crown, as the belt occasionally pushes it back in. You can barley do anything, belly so heavy and large that it nearly grazes the floor, and you are in constant pain from nearly back to back contractions. You beg your partner to unlock the belt, but they say no, saying they adore seeing you so perfect and pregnant just for them. Eventually though they do unlock the chastity belt and allow you to birth your first baby, but right after the first the chastity belt goes right back on, your partner arguing this is a way you can both get what you want. They reason in order to keep your pregnant for as long as possible but also ensure safe births you can have one of your child per month. Of course however this just means that you have to look after your newborn while semi-crowning with your enormous second child. But the next month your partner unlocks the belt once again, allowing you; with much more struggle this time as the baby is now roughly the size of a two month old, to birth your second child before chastity belt goes right back on. This repeats with each of your children until the last baby is left, but this one is so massive it takes you days of straining and panting to deliver it.

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I tugged down the hem of my shirt once more, groaning internally at the line that stretched out before me. The store was fully packed, yet there was only one underpaid cashier to handle all of it. Part of me debated calling it quits and just heading home, but seeing as this was the last errand I had to run, I figured I might as well stick it out.

That was proving to be easier said than done, though.

"O-ohhh..." I leaned against the handlebar of my full cart as I exhaled slowly through my nose. Again, I readjusted the hem of my shirt, the compression material doing little to obscure just how much weight I'd put on over the past few months. I couldn't help but feel self conscious about it, especially when it seemed to attract more attention than I cared for.

As if that wasn't bad enough, both my bloated stomach and my back had been killing me all morning, to the point where I'd had to stop several times while shopping just to wait out the cramps. My hands grasped the handlebar of the cart until my knuckles turned white, and it took everything I had not to make a sound.

Just gotta make it through the line and--wait, what was...?

I felt the color drain from my face as I felt a sudden warmth spreading from my crotch, an involuntary shiver running through me as I felt liquid seeping down my thighs. "Fuck," I swore under my breath, nervously glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one was behind me to see. Luckily, I was the last person in line for the time being. My rational mind screamed at me to just go, just ditch the cart and tend to my weird accident away from others. But the line was finally moving a bit, and against my better judgement I stayed, hoping that my leggings would just absorb the worst of it and no one would have to know.

I didn't have long to think about it when another cramp decided to make itself known, and I could feel my stomach tensing bizarrely from the internal pressure. As I ran a sweaty palm down the front of my taut stomach, I tried to focus on breathing through it. This went on for several of the longest minutes of my life, and my only reward for my silent suffering was moving another few feet closer to the register. As I took another step forward, another pain lanced through my abdomen, and my knees nearly buckled. For a fleeting second, I envisioned dropping into a squat, freeing my swollen belly from the confines of my clothing and--

I shook my head aggressively, banishing the strange thought as soon as it had come. Still, that odd urge remained in the back of my head, and it only got stronger with each new burst of discomfort. By the time I was four carts away from the register, I could barely think clearly through the sensation of something shifting inside of me, an otherworldly pressure just behind the lips of my cunt, and my thighs trembled as I stood with my feet slightly apart. Before I could stop myself, my body seemed to act of its own accord, and I hurriedly bit back a whimper as I felt myself bear down.

My eyes widened as I felt it then, felt something beginning to emerge from me. My grip on the cart tightened as my breath came in shallow gasps, and I could feel the fabric of my leggings beginning to bow outwards as my traitorous muscles worked to push something out of me. One of my hands moved down to try and stop whatever it was, but it was a moment too late, and a guttural moan escaped my throat as I felt something large slip into my now ruined leggings with another burst of fluid.

By now, the sight and sound of me had caught the attention of the other shoppers, but I couldn't even think about them right now. My hands shook as I struggled to pull my soaked leggings and panties down, and I let out a choked sound of disbelief as I retrieved a wailing baby from my ruined clothes. My mind raced with the revelation that not only had I apparently been pregnant this entire time, but I'd just given birth into my clothing a crowded store.

Before I could even think of what to say or do, a dreadfully familiar pain lanced through me again, and my eyes darted down to my belly, still straining against the fabric of my shirt. Again, that urge from before hit me, and this time I didn't resist, couldn't resist. Among the worried voices of the people around me and the cries of my surprise baby, I braced myself against my cart once more and pushed hard.

Please, I thought deliriously as I felt another baby beginning to crown, please let this be the last one...

Birth denial is so hot as a concept. Physically being unable to give birth: legs bound together so no matter how much you push, there's no space. Tight clothes in the way, forcing the baby back inside while you grunt and cry and try to force it out. Chastity belts, that force your pussy wide open in a crown for just as long as the keyholder wants. Not allowed to give birth and trying your best to stop yourself from pushing, trying to silence the primal urges of your own body, no matter how painful it is. And of course, my favourite - having the baby pushed back inside you before you manage to get it out, all the way to your womb, making you have to experience the pain of it all over again.

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.

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?

This. This is what I want. I can barely keep up with RPs, but I will always reply to this.

make me crown for you. tie me up, have me crying and screaming and begging to let me give birth. don't let the baby out past crowning. push it back in, make me start over.

Never let me progress past my cunt being stretched impossibly wide around its huge head.

I don’t know if you’re still taking requests but maybe you could write something about a maternity ward with horrible policies that actually have their nursing staff not only tell their patients to not push until the doctor arrives, but hold in and/or push the baby back in? And like, they’re terribly understaffed so their patients have to wait hours and hours for the doctor to free up.

Yup! I’m always up for requests. There’s so many possibilities with this one anon.

The doctor is not in

The maternity ward at Mercy hospital was always known for being underfunded and having low staff. The entire ward only had one doctor, and the nurses were known to ensure that patients waited for him to arrive before delivering. Pearl doubted this until she went into labor with her own child.

She arrived deep in labor, barely able to stand from the constant contracting of her stomach, however she was completely ignored by the staff. After about an hour of standing in pure agony she had enough.She tapped a nurse on the shoulder, clutching the underside of her belly. “E-excuse me, my contractions are 3 minutes apart. Can I get a room?” She begged. The nurse rolled her eyes. “We can get you a seat in about an hour, then maybe a bed.” Pearls eyes widened. “I won’t be able to make it that long, my contractions are-“ another contraction hit her and she was brought to her knees before the nurse who rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine, if you’re going to be a drama queen about it.”

Pearl was dragged to a small dingy room filled with 4 other labouring women, all screaming in full on hysterics. Pearl gulped as she saw what was happening around her. The women next to her, a young blond was drenched in sweat, a nurse holding a hand over her bulging, near purple pussy. “Ahah Stop please- just-“ The women broke into a low moan before the nurse released her hand ever so slightly, allowing Pearl to see the top of a baby’s head. The nurse merely pushed it back in, causing the mother to scream, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Pearl turned to the girl on the other side of her, who was pushing as hard as she could, clearly getting no where. “What’s going on?” She asked worriedly. The girl threw her head back, panting wildly. “Doctor- ah.. isn’t free.. hasn’t been for ngh 12 hours.” Pearl felt fear grip her, although it was once again overtaken by a intense contraction. A older nurse came in, a man in his 50s or 60s. “Alright open them up.” He instructed. “W-what?” “Your legs.” Pearl apprehensively did as told, but felt a pair of tight panties be forced onto her thighs then pulled all the way up to her hips. “What is this?” She asked, voice trembling. The man rolled her eyes. “We don’t all have time to keep the babies in until the doctors free. This’ll do the job for us.” He replied. Blood drained from Pearls face. The man reached out and rubbed Pearls massive stomach hard, feeling as it tightened with another contraction. “Don’t worry though. Probably won’t take more than a few days.”

sitting on the couch, a heavily pregnant sub on my lap, sobbing into my shoulder, screaming as the first 12lbs baby is forcing its way through their birth canal. their big bump pressing against my stomach, letting me feel how hard and tight it is and how much it shrinks during each agonizing contraction. they want to push so bad but i won't let them, not yet.

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

Humping a pillow while a massive head crowns between my legs.

That's it that's the post.