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A little too much By fishy9890 on 17th August 2021 12:25:48 AM

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Sarah grunted loudly and started to cry as the contraction ended. She’d been pushing for 2 hours and the giant of a baby lodged in her birth canal wasn’t budging. The midwife watched the monitor at the side of the bed and patted Sarah’s lower back gently.
“Let’s change position again, see if it gets him moving faster.”
…
As the skin of her vagina stretched paper thin, Sarah screamed and Harry gripped her thigh tighter, just wanting to make it stop for her.
“Pant now, Sarah. Don’t push.”
Sarah huffed loudly and panted like a dog, her face contorted and strangled, pitchy yells escaping her. Harry looked between his wife’s tortured face and the situation unfolding between her legs. He was so glad she didn’t have a mirror this time. With Sarah, she wanted to watch, but Harry knew she absolutely didn’t need to know what was happening this time round. Harry didn’t know much, but he knew this baby was too big. He’d been worried for weeks. On her due date, their obstetrician estimated their boy to be over 10 pounds. Now here he was 2 weeks overdue, grown bigger and stretching his mother too far. Harry saw the four inches of skin tight crown stretching her impossibly wide, but even more concerning was the bulge of rock hard head still within her vagina, yet to emerge. He couldn’t tell her, but it was obvious this baby wasn’t coming out without help. As the next contraction rolled around, Harry held her swollen thigh back and watched her lips strain under the pressure of her push, sounds he’d never heard before coming out of her.
“Get him out!!” She begged desperately as she collapsed against her pillows again and the midwife ran her fingers around the crown, deciding on a plan of attack.
“I don’t want to cut you,” she explained sympathetically. She knew a natural tear was easier to heal. “I know it hurts, honey, but we need to let him stretch you.”
Sarah howled as the next contraction came and she pushed again, the midwife using her gloved fingers to try and help her stretch. When it ended, Sarah laid back again and the tears started.
“You’re doing amazing,” Harry comforted gently, one hand holding her thigh in place and his spare fingers tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. When she kept sobbing in both fear and agony, he leaned down and planted a wet kiss on her sweaty forehead.
“I can’t do this,” she whimpered and Harry closed his eyes and kissed her face again. Judging from the dilemma unfolding between her legs, he wasn’t so sure either, and he didn’t understand how she was still even conscious.
“You are so close now, my love,” he whispered sympathetically. He had no idea how true that was, but figured it was his job to say it. “I know it hurts, sweetie, but he’s almost out now.”
Sarah didn’t respond, just kept sobbing as the next contraction crept up on her, screaming as a little blood dribbled out of her crowning vagina.
“Help!” She screamed when the contraction ended but the pressure did nothing but intensify and Harry gripped her hands tighter, stopping his wife from reaching down and ripping herself open with her bare fingers.
Harry looked down and saw no progress, just her paper thin lips and blood tricked over the little tufts of hair they could see peeking through her crown.
“Try not to push, just let him stretch you,” the midwife advised as she poured oils around her patient’s turreted skin. Sarah just groaned in response, thrashing around as she tried her hardest to surprise the overwhelming urge to push. As she cried out in agony, Harry watched with a frowned as the midwife pulled over a tray of equipment. He watched as she laced her gloved fingers through the metal loops of sterile scissors and he stepped up, his voice firm.
“She doesn’t want to be cut. She would prefer to tear.”
The midwife didn’t agree, but she placed the scissors down and made Sarah scream as she trey he’d her vagina with her scissors.
“STOP!” Sarah begged and Harry held her thighs apart as the midwife continued to stretch her, little tears appearing on her perineum. “PLEASE.”
When the midwife removed her fingers, Harry listened to his wife scream and tried to calm her, but it was no use. When the next contraction began, Sarah scrunched up her face and pushed, crying out as her vagina gave in, allowing a little more of the baby’s head to slip through, the pressure of the remaining head now so intense Sarah couldn’t help but yell in pain.
“BURNING!”
“I know baby,” Harry tried to sooth, but the midwife kept her hands applying counter-pressure, encouraging Sarah to breath through it.
“UGHHHHHH!” She screamed as she pushed again, sounds Harry had never heard before escaping her as the battered skin of her vagina tore above the crown, towards her clitoris. This time Harry took over, his hands grabbing the skin surrounding her clitoris to keep it intact.
“Listen to me, Sarah,” the midwife ordered, with two hands holding her vagina in tact. Sarah quit the screaming and stared at her, unable to contain the pain she was feeling. “Pant, don’t push. Nice and slow.”
It was nearly impossible to stop pushing, but as she panted and felt her pelvis floor nearly explode, she screamed in pain.
In the battlefield, Harry and the midwife each tried their hardest to hold her together as the head barged forwards, blood covering their hands as the eyebrows emerged, then the ears, until the whole head was hanging between her legs, huge against her thighs.
“That’s it, sweetie. Heads out.”
Sarah panted and didn’t feel much relief as the giant baby wriggled inside her, her midwife’s fingers unravelling the chord as the next contraction loomed.
“Give me a push,” she instructed and Harry used his bloody hands to hold her thighs again, watching as she wheezed and strained through a strong push. The midwife frowned as she pushed again, trying to turn the head with her hands.
“Stronger and harder,” she instructed and Sarah gave in to the pressure and cried out with the intensity of the shoulders pressing into her torn opening.
“UGHHHH! PULL!”
The midwife have Harry a look telling him things were serious and nodded towards her patients bloody thighs.
“Pull them right back,” she instructed quickly and Harry did as he was told, pulling his wife’s thighs back to her pudgy stomach, ignoring her cries of protest.
“Now PUSH Sarah!”
Sarah screamed as she bore down and felt her midwife twist her child as it battered into her ruined vagina. She yelled and hollered and smacked her husband as Harry watched one shoulder stretch out, tearing her a little more to the side, before the midwife tugged to dislodge the other and yanked the whole body from his wife, leaving the beast of a baby laying in the bloody sheets. He was at least 12 pounds.

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Sarah grunted loudly and started to cry as the contraction ended. She’d been pushing for 2 hours and the giant of a baby lodged in her birth canal wasn’t budging. The midwife watched the monitor at the side of the bed and patted Sarah’s lower back gently.
“Let’s change position again, see if it gets him moving faster.”
…
As the skin of her vagina stretched paper thin, Sarah screamed and Harry gripped her thigh tighter, just wanting to make it stop for her.
“Pant now, Sarah. Don’t push.”
Sarah huffed loudly and panted like a dog, her face contorted and strangled, pitchy yells escaping her. Harry looked between his wife’s tortured face and the situation unfolding between her legs. He was so glad she didn’t have a mirror this time. With Sarah, she wanted to watch, but Harry knew she absolutely didn’t need to know what was happening this time round. Harry didn’t know much, but he knew this baby was too big. He’d been worried for weeks. On her due date, their obstetrician estimated their boy to be over 10 pounds. Now here he was 2 weeks overdue, grown bigger and stretching his mother too far. Harry saw the four inches of skin tight crown stretching her impossibly wide, but even more concerning was the bulge of rock hard head still within her vagina, yet to emerge. He couldn’t tell her, but it was obvious this baby wasn’t coming out without help. As the next contraction rolled around, Harry held her swollen thigh back and watched her lips strain under the pressure of her push, sounds he’d never heard before coming out of her.
“Get him out!!” She begged desperately as she collapsed against her pillows again and the midwife ran her fingers around the crown, deciding on a plan of attack.
“I don’t want to cut you,” she explained sympathetically. She knew a natural tear was easier to heal. “I know it hurts, honey, but we need to let him stretch you.”
Sarah howled as the next contraction came and she pushed again, the midwife using her gloved fingers to try and help her stretch. When it ended, Sarah laid back again and the tears started.
“You’re doing amazing,” Harry comforted gently, one hand holding her thigh in place and his spare fingers tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. When she kept sobbing in both fear and agony, he leaned down and planted a wet kiss on her sweaty forehead.
“I can’t do this,” she whimpered and Harry closed his eyes and kissed her face again. Judging from the dilemma unfolding between her legs, he wasn’t so sure either, and he didn’t understand how she was still even conscious.
“You are so close now, my love,” he whispered sympathetically. He had no idea how true that was, but figured it was his job to say it. “I know it hurts, sweetie, but he’s almost out now.”
Sarah didn’t respond, just kept sobbing as the next contraction crept up on her, screaming as a little blood dribbled out of her crowning vagina.
“Help!” She screamed when the contraction ended but the pressure did nothing but intensify and Harry gripped her hands tighter, stopping his wife from reaching down and ripping herself open with her bare fingers.
Harry looked down and saw no progress, just her paper thin lips and blood tricked over the little tufts of hair they could see peeking through her crown.
“Try not to push, just let him stretch you,” the midwife advised as she poured oils around her patient’s turreted skin. Sarah just groaned in response, thrashing around as she tried her hardest to surprise the overwhelming urge to push. As she cried out in agony, Harry watched with a frowned as the midwife pulled over a tray of equipment. He watched as she laced her gloved fingers through the metal loops of sterile scissors and he stepped up, his voice firm.
“She doesn’t want to be cut. She would prefer to tear.”
The midwife didn’t agree, but she placed the scissors down and made Sarah scream as she trey he’d her vagina with her scissors.
“STOP!” Sarah begged and Harry held her thighs apart as the midwife continued to stretch her, little tears appearing on her perineum. “PLEASE.”
When the midwife removed her fingers, Harry listened to his wife scream and tried to calm her, but it was no use. When the next contraction began, Sarah scrunched up her face and pushed, crying out as her vagina gave in, allowing a little more of the baby’s head to slip through, the pressure of the remaining head now so intense Sarah couldn’t help but yell in pain.
“BURNING!”
“I know baby,” Harry tried to sooth, but the midwife kept her hands applying counter-pressure, encouraging Sarah to breath through it.
“UGHHHHHH!” She screamed as she pushed again, sounds Harry had never heard before escaping her as the battered skin of her vagina tore above the crown, towards her clitoris. This time Harry took over, his hands grabbing the skin surrounding her clitoris to keep it intact.
“Listen to me, Sarah,” the midwife ordered, with two hands holding her vagina in tact. Sarah quit the screaming and stared at her, unable to contain the pain she was feeling. “Pant, don’t push. Nice and slow.”
It was nearly impossible to stop pushing, but as she panted and felt her pelvis floor nearly explode, she screamed in pain.
In the battlefield, Harry and the midwife each tried their hardest to hold her together as the head barged forwards, blood covering their hands as the eyebrows emerged, then the ears, until the whole head was hanging between her legs, huge against her thighs.
“That’s it, sweetie. Heads out.”
Sarah panted and didn’t feel much relief as the giant baby wriggled inside her, her midwife’s fingers unravelling the chord as the next contraction loomed.
“Give me a push,” she instructed and Harry used his bloody hands to hold her thighs again, watching as she wheezed and strained through a strong push. The midwife frowned as she pushed again, trying to turn the head with her hands.
“Stronger and harder,” she instructed and Sarah gave in to the pressure and cried out with the intensity of the shoulders pressing into her torn opening.
“UGHHHH! PULL!”
The midwife have Harry a look telling him things were serious and nodded towards her patients bloody thighs.
“Pull them right back,” she instructed quickly and Harry did as he was told, pulling his wife’s thighs back to her pudgy stomach, ignoring her cries of protest.
“Now PUSH Sarah!”
Sarah screamed as she bore down and felt her midwife twist her child as it battered into her ruined vagina. She yelled and hollered and smacked her husband as Harry watched one shoulder stretch out, tearing her a little more to the side, before the midwife tugged to dislodge the other and yanked the whole body from his wife, leaving the beast of a baby laying in the bloody sheets. He was at least 12 pounds.