WARNING: This short story contains Minor Language, Mpreg, and Descriptive Labour and Birth Scenes. If you do not prefer any of these,  than this is not the story for you, and I would recommend that you not read it. Especially if all you wish to do is comment on how much you think Mpreg is disgusting and wrong. If you have anything against this story, you can note me. I would prefer not to have comments that do nothing but start flame wars.


Seeing the fluids, Niso got onto his knees and helped Francis onto his hands and knees, rubbing at his lower back after. "Breathe Francis." He mumbled, glancing at the other babies a moment before turning his attention back on Francis. "Just push like before." Niso said softly, leaning down and kissing his head lightly while he massaged Francis' back. Francis nodded shakily. He followed Niso's gaze and stared at the two slumbering babies but his heart was hollow and he felt oddly detached. Confused, he lowered his eyes and tried to concentrate on the birth instead. "Hhhnngg..!" Francis bore down on instinct, pushing and straining against the pressure inside him while he held his breath. He could feel how his loose hole opened up even more to receive the large baby as it forced its way through him, pulverizing his pelvis muscles. Howling in pain, Francis thrust his hips with a sharp jerk and raised his ass higher in the air. Straining hard, he dropped his forehead to rest against his forearms, grunting terribly as the baby slid deeper down his rectum. The level of pain he was enduring defied the normal limits of what a human body was meant to withstand.
Jensen hadn’t been feeling well when he woke up that morning and by noon he was complaining of back spasms. After taking a long, hot bath, he felt a little better, so the two of them decided to wait out the storm by watching their favorite movies. Two hours into the movie and the start of their second film, Jensen felt a sharp pain in his stomach that quickly receded. It was then he realized it wasn’t just Braxton-Hicks contractions and he was definitely in labor.
Mike was down on his luck. Being 21, without a job and kicked out of home when his parents had enough of him, he was spending most of his time hitch hiking from town to town doing small jobs for some spare cash. He was a relatively thin boy with dark hair. He could be a model if he paid attention to the groom plus if he had more money to by better clothes.
Man why isn't anyone here? Oh well I will just have fun by myself with my soon to be born baby./She went into the water where only her feet were getting soaked. She went deeper into the water where the water went up to her chest. It was cool and fun for her until she started getting contractions./Ow! Ow baby Delia what's wrong?! Ung!/She stood there at her place and hunched clutching her stomach. The contractions grew worse and worse by the minute. She tried to get to shore but stumbled as she moved from the waves pushing her back./Come on you can do it Athena. Get to shore and have your baby./As she went where the water only went up to her hips a sudden PPP was heard and her water broke. Her stomach got tense sending a huge painful co
A Beautiful BirthAnother powerful contraction took hold of her – the strongest one yet.  She gasped at the intensity of it and breathed deeply into it, letting out a low moan as she relaxed her chin against her chest.  She was leaning back against her husband in an inflatable kiddie pool of body temperature-warm water which came up to just under her naked breasts.
He was right. Who knew if the snipers were still there or not? Bending over, he allowed John's arm about his neck as he got him to his feet before beginning the agonizingly slow walk to the dressing rooms. It seemed that John could only walk so far before having to stop to breathe through contractions that were now right on top of each other. And it hurt Sherlock nearly as much to see John in that much pain. Why Omegas chose to do this at all seemed completely illogical to him... Desperate to ease some of the pain, he pulled John close to him; letting his head rest against his chest and swaying together until John decided to move again. And from the look on John's face, it was the best thing he could have done. It was during one of these 'dances' that Shelock was alarmed to discover that John was now trembling under his touch even though he couldn't possibly be cold.
"Her name." John explains. "Sarah and I decided that we were going to name her Nora." And he held his breath in wait of Sherlock's response. He remembered the grief that Sherlock had given him when he and Sarah were deciding on names for their son, Rory; how they couldn't have come up with something more unique. This coming from a man named Sherlock who has a brother named Mycroft... Sometimes it was nice to be normal. And darn it if he was going to let Sherlock change...

School teacher birthShe, Becky, looked out the window as the storm grew. She worried about her students well-being since the principle was very stern about them not being able to go home until the weather cleared. She and her friend teacher, Carl, watched as some of her students, the kids mostly, hid in a corner from the thunder. A small girl was in her lap clinging to her hugely pregnant belly and the others were restless and near panic as the thunder clapped loudly sending the power out and several loud screams. "Everyone please come over here." She said moving over to the story time mat. Her students quickly huddled to her clinging to her tightly. Carl huddled his students around protectively. "It's all going to be fine." He said stroking some of the tiny hands clinging to him. "Shhh shh... Don't cry. Your all going to be fine." They tried to calm the small children as they whimpered. Becky winced some stroking her contracting stomach. 'Just wait... please...' She thought to her unborn child. "Teachew.
“Of course, sweetheart, anything.” He jumped to his feet and said, “I’ll be right back.” Rushing into the kitchen, Jared fumbled through the drawers, throwing on the floor what he didn’t need in search for a water bottle. He figured if he filled a giant water bottle, he wouldn’t have to leave Jensen’s side for water again. With his contractions becoming closer and closer together, he didn’t want to miss one and make Jensen go through it alone.

I’m a young, first time mom, heavily pregnant with triplets. I arrive at the hospital in early labor, deposit my husband in the waiting room, and am shaved, given an enema, and catheterized before any medication is administered. Once the meds start to take effect, my legs are strapped into stirrups and my arms tied to the side of the bed. For the next twenty hours, I writhe and scream in agony as the contractions get increasingly stronger. It feels like by body is being ripped apart but I’m too out of it to remember my own name, much less than I’m pregnant and in labor. The nurses mostly ignore my crying and moaning, casually chatting about their weekend plans as they make sure my restraints are still in place despite my desperate bucking. 
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