Sarah

Aug 2002 21

[backupthots]

Every note from now until the end of the year is a day in 2023 that I don’t wear boxers

[loserpussyboy]

i hate my stupid G cup boobs. i just want to be seen as a man and this is how i look wearing a binder!!! everyone i know can tell i have massive boobs. i call myself a man and walk down the street like this…

[loserpussyboy]

every time i open tumblr i see people liking this and it’s so fucking humiliating that everyone knows this is what i look like even when i’m wearing my binder

[ftmdoll]

it is SO validating to recognize that my sexual urges related to submission, breeding, and pregnancy are all the biological programming of a woman in her most fertile years. it’s no wonder i feel so crazy needy for my boyfriend to pin me down and inseminate me! my female body is telling me exactly what it’s designed for, what it needs to continue the life of our species. it’s the most basic biological truth and it feels so right.

[pvppyapollo]

tboy to tomboy pipeline

[soft-domestic]

the only cure for a breeding kink is pregnancy

[gardenofevie]

More fakeboys need to be turned into hucows. Think about it. If your girl thinks she’s a boy you need to correct her, and the best way to do that is remind her of her milky girly tits!! It will be so much harder for her to pretend she’s a boy as she’s forced to pump her breasts multiple times a day. Soon enough they’ll get big and swollen, and any passing features she had will be over shadowed by her massive udders! When her tits are finally big enough, reward her by dressing her in a cute little cow print lingerie set and make her walk around on all fours so you can watch her heavy tits swing.

[fulfillpurpose]

I want to take you on a little social circuit while forcing you to get pregnant.

Bring you out for a night on the town with all your best friends, after making your mascara run as I bent you over.

Meet your parents and impress them with what a gentleman I am, and then hold my hand over your mouth to stifle your protests in your childhood bed.

Throw a surprise birthday party for you, and make you helplessly take every drop an hour beforehand.

I want everyone to see you while you're conceiving for me. They won't know it, but you will. I want you constantly distracted and anxious, thinking about what I did to you - what the cum I fucked inside might already be doing to you - but unable to say anything in front of company. I want every relationship in your life to feel insignificant compared to the bond between us that I'm forcing into your womb.

Because your belly swelling will change everything - but that part takes time. The part that will change your life in an instant is me deciding it will.

[fulfillpurpose]

Ever considered impregnating an athlete? You can only compete for so long, so you're probably taking prime competition years. And if the shape of the body is important, like a gymnast or ice skater... bye bye gold, for the rest of her life.

I got this ask a while back, but I'm answering it in celebration of the Olympics.

This is really the flipside of the idea of knocking up a smart girl who thinks she's basically a mind that happens to have a body, isn't it? In that case, you're showing her just what it means to be bound by a body, and what it wants from her.

An athlete knows that she's a body. A professional athlete has spent years paying close attention to what her body is telling her, what it needs, what it's capable of.

But... She still doesn't really know, does she? Not if she thinks it's hers.

Because her body is capable of so much more than she's ever asked of it - just not by her own will. No amount of skill and effort and dedication would ever reshape her body the way a man's orgasm could, and no amount of trying could stop it.

It would be so beautiful to make a world-class athlete vanish, and swell. Lock her away somewhere that I could give her all the training equipment she needs, and knock her up. Maybe try to do it by fucking her just once or twice, to drive home the point that it doesn't take any effort - not for me. For me, it's a casual thing to change her.

I bet she'd try her best to stay in shape. I bet she'd try so hard not to pay attention to the growing curve of her belly, to the way her body was reshaping itself to me.

I'd release her after six months or so - after it was far too late to stop it. Even when she was free of me, she'd have no choice but to watch her body declare its real purpose, day by day. To watch the baby belly I gave her grow and grow.

[fulfillpurpose]

ever since i was young, i was so flat on both ends. but once i turned 18, since then it’s like it’s not even my body anymore. my tits have tripled in size, my ass barely fits in my trousers anymore. and with those changes, came a lot of attention from boys/men. now i’m in my early 20s and it feels like i can’t go anywhere without getting groped or catcalled or told by a man how good it would feel for him to rape me. is it bad that…it turns me on? it’s like ever since my body has changed it’s like my mind knows that getting fucked by a man, whenever he wants and wherever he wants, is what it’s good for.

You're asking me if it's bad that you've grown into your womanhood, sweetheart? Put your hand between your legs for a few hours and then see if you still need to ask.

Girls change when they grow up, in both body and mind. Once you were a little stick of a creature, focused on getting taller and learning about the world - but that phase is over. You've reached maturity now, and your body knows what grown women are supposed to devote themselves to.

So, in a way, you're right: it's not your body anymore. And all those men know it. They know that you're fertile and waiting to be claimed. They know your body is built for childbearing now, and it'll dedicate itself to making offspring for the first man who fucks his seed into you on the right day.

You know it too, don't you? You just want a man to say it to you. You've become so soft and vulnerable now that even when you know the truth in the core of your being, it feels truer when it comes from a man's lips.

You just need a man to show you how to be a woman, instead of the girl you used to be.

[fulfillpurpose]

Your old future - the future you imagined for yourself - started to fade the moment I selected you. By the time I forced my cock into you, it was gone forever.

But you won't have to imagine the new future I've chosen. That's part of my power, when I'm deep inside a girl. Every time I push into you, you'll see it. Feel it.

The briefest skip forward, first: to my cock throbbing inside of you, pushing my seed into your womb. I like to make a girl feel this over and over, before she understands what's happening to her, so that it feels like it goes on forever. She always tightens around me so beautifully when I do.

Then to me pulling out of you at last, leaving you broken and overflowing and alone. And to a few minutes after that - to you frantically rubbing yourself, unable to do anything but come again and again as my seed swims deeper.

And then further and faster: hours, days, weeks. The sharp pain near your ovary, as your egg is released. The first morning that you wake up full of nausea. The day that you shake and sob, staring helplessly at a pregnancy test.

Then months and months. Your belly slowly swelling. The first time you notice the eyes following you, and burn with shame. Beginning to waddle, and then struggling to stand.

At last, the birth. I always cover a girl's mouth with my hand before I show her. I love to feel that muffled scream.

Nursing, too, afterwards. Your breasts achingly full of milk for my child. Your body transformed to nourish my little miracle.

And then one last vision: the next time. The day I return to the mother of my baby. The day that you struggle underneath me again, and ovulate, and conceive.

It's always the last thrust. It always makes me go over the edge, and fill you with the future I've promised.

[fulfillpurpose]

My favorite part is knowing that you're going to love it.

I don't mean the rape - though plenty of girls find out that they love that, too. I mean the result. I mean that I can rape a baby into you while you scream and cry and beg me not to, and nine months later, you'll nurse it at your breast.

You're hardwired for it. Evolution doesn't even let you choose not to conceive; of course it's not going to let you choose to reject the result of nine months of hard work. You'll love the baby I put in you, no matter how much you hate me for it.

Isn't that sweet? When I push your legs open, you're on your way to cooing at your sweet little child. When I force my cum into you, I'm creating maternal love.

I only have to hold you down once. But you'll be bound forever.

[fulfillpurpose]

easily one of my favorite parts of pregnancy in my head is the discomfort of it. not the pain, not even the labor. just the constant reminder that my body is growing beyond my control, forced to it’s limits, as my tits gorge with milk, as my bones warp and shift, as my skin is pushed to its limit. as getting up, walking around gets harder. as I get more tired, more lethargic. and it’s all because of something I didn’t even want in the first place

Beautiful, isn't it? Pregnancy is completely natural, it's an experience shared by the vast majority of human women who ever lived through their fertile years - and for most girls, it's the hardest thing their bodies will ever do.

Evolution doesn't care about pregnancy being difficult and uncomfortable, because you don't have to choose to get pregnant - you can just be clueless, or careless, or scared, or weak - and once it happens, there's no turning back. You can't just say "this is a bit much, I'm out" if it's too hard for you. You have to have a baby, or literally die trying.

That's what makes sex so perfectly unfair. The biological reason it's so much fun for men is because we make the choices and we don't bear the consequences. Because the more sex we have, and the more women we have it with, the more our genes spread - and the aching hips, and sore breasts, and stretching skin, and weary waddling under heavy bellies, are always someone else's problem. Every time some bro high-fives his buddy for getting laid with some random chick, that's the evolutionary undercurrent: she might grow your baby, and you don't have to care.

[fulfillpurpose]

I want you to use your safeword when I'm close. Just so I can ignore it properly.

Maybe it's "play". Helping you with that desperation that comes over you when you're ovulating. A man you can trust, with his bare cock inside you when you're at your most vulnerable; someone who'll fuck you raw and then pull out, who'll give you everything you're craving except an unwanted pregnancy.

It'll be so sweet to see that look on your face, of fear surfacing through the bliss, as my cock starts to swell inside of you. To hear you gasp out the word that should stop everything, only for me to groan as I sink all the way into you and start to throb.

I want to smile at you, afterwards, and tell you that you just felt too good - while dread makes your stomach sink, and my sperm swim deeper into your womb.

[fulfillpurpose]

I'm non binary, and I've had a pregnancy fetish for years. I've always convinced myself not to follow through at every turn, but a few weeks ago I finally gave in. One drunken night with a friend and no protection. Now I'm late, only by a few days so far but I'm so scared/thrilled at the thought. I've always wondered what it would feel like to swell up with a baby, to feel it move inside me while my tits leak milk. So conflicted about potentially raising a child, but also craving someone rubbing my massive belly.

When I hear stories like this, I wonder if trying to resist is what gets you pregnant.

Because you could have tried to indulge while playing it safe. Getting filled up just before your period was due, that sort of thing. It's not what you really want, but it might have relieved the pressure.

If you're just trying to shove it down, though, day after day and cycle after cycle... When do you think you're likely to give in? When your will is weakest, sure - that drunken night. But also when the desire is strongest. When your body is screaming for you to spread your legs and fill your womb. When there's an egg waiting inside you for the moment you succumb.

It's cute that you can't even bring yourself to be just scared. You tried so hard for so long, and in one night of weakness you might have finally failed. But the fear in your heart can't compare to the heat in your belly - where a baby might be growing, even now.

[fulfillpurpose]

I'm the Non Binary anon who had the drunken one night stand. It's official, my mistake is growing inside of me. For the past nearly 4 weeks. I'm terrified of all the changes that are coming, I always toyed with the idea of pregnancy, but now that it's really happening all I can think about are all the ways my body will change, I'll never pass again...

"Toyed with the idea of pregnancy". What a funny formulation.

Because it's easy to play with an idea, isn't it? It can be manipulated into whatever shape you want, enjoyed, and tossed away. It's ephemeral, disposable.

But now pregnancy isn't an idea in your mind; it's a seed in your womb. Now it's time for you to be reshaped, to bear the baby growing inside of you - no matter what ideas you had about yourself before. Even if you could forget what's happening inside you, your body would change just the same.

Some day soon, Anon - in four or five months, when the leaves are starting to turn - you'll feel that baby kicking its way to life inside of you. And the tight little bump in your belly will start getting larger every day, until every stranger who glances at you knows that you're a babymaker with a full womb. And you'll know that the only way it'll end is with you giving birth.

You used to toy with the idea of pregnancy. Now you get to find out just how it plays with you.

[pregtboy]

obsessed with when a pregnant trans boy finally reaches the stage where he's visibly, undeniably knocked up - when that belly finally rounds out to the point where there's obviously no other explanation but pregnancy, so spherical and protruding and kicky, dusted with stretch marks, belly button popped out, hanging so low and heavy, so obviously swollen with babies and absolutely impossible to hide especially on his tiny frame... his belly juts out so far, blatantly on display even when covered with clothes so there's no concealing it at all, and often when he tries to cover it the clothes just end up popping up and exposing either a sliver of his low, gravid underbelly or just his entire bare belly... everyone who looks at him immediately can tell he spread his legs, submit his womb, allowed himself to be bred, and his body has been so flagrantly, egregiously claimed that 'pregnant' is all they're even capable of seeing him as as soon as they lay eyes on him... and all that's to say nothing of his full, swollen unbindable tits that hang heavy and tender over his massive belly, so sensitive and sore and prone to leaking milk through his shirts, making his condition even more obvious, or his extremely prominent waddle, his hugely widened hips switching and swaying with each step... everyone around him wherever he goes can see exactly how bred he is, and all he can do is blush and avoid eye contact, but when he looks down at the floor, of course the only thing he can see is that huge belly of his... he tries so hard to hold himself back from instinctively rubbing and cradling his belly, not wanting to draw any more attention to it, but it makes absolutely no difference - nothing is taking all those eyes off him, and he's no stranger to hungry gazes lingering far too long, comments both judgmental and congratulatory, and even unsolicited belly rubs - and the hardest part for him? it's pretending not to enjoy it all

[pregtboy]

genuinely need to get a bunch of trans boys pregnant and watch their bodies change, watch them soften as their figures become more plush and feminine and their curves fill out and their tits grow and their hips widen and their bellies swell up so nice and big and round until before they know it they're in their third trimesters and can scarcely recognize their figures anymore because now their whole body exists solely in service of their baby-filled womb ugh 😵‍💫

[ftm2bbw]

breathe in...

imagine how natural a big, swollen womb would be on your body, sitting in between your already widened hips, framed by your big thighs and your big, heavy breasts.

run your hands over your enormous womanly curves, cradle your breasts in one arm, sensitive, puffy nipples, budding with milk, passing a hand over your belly, pressing it to the life blossoming inside you.

breathe out...

in 9 months time (that's less than a year) this could be you. a beautiful, bred fertility goddess. a beautiful, bred woman. a pregnant woman.

God, I shouldn’t want it as badly as I do. Shouldn’t absolutely ache for it, it goes against everything that I say I am.

But even the thought makes me wet, makes my body prepare. It would feel so good to give in to my fertility, to swell with life even as all those pesky pregnancy hormones make my mind foggy and undo a decade+ of transition. That would be the worse part, really, just how good it would feel.

I can practically feel it all as I imagine it. My huge belly even bigger, so round and heavy with life. My tits ballooned in size until there’s no hiding them, so sensitive and leaky. My ass and hips spreading growing even wider, permanently marking me as a fertile breeder.

All I’d have to do is give in and get bred…