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Call me Virtue or Viri! They/them (fem terms/nicknames okay!) 23 yr old queer sys freak with a massive birth kink & love of all things knightly. Very not vanilla!
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Disclaimer: all posts on this blog are fictional. I do not want the things I post about to happen to anyone outside of a kink setting.
Anyways, primarily short form content for now but I do write longer stories + draw kink art! Let me know if I tagged something incorrectly or should add tags. I will try my very best to make sure I tag everything appropriately. Right now I tag ALL fandoms as either "Fandom" or "Blorbos", but if you need ANY fandom or character tagged, just send me an ask.
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𩷠Pregnancy, labour, & births- the harder & more painful the better, including birth injury & complications
their skin gleaming with sweat. stretch marks and redness all across their belly, smaller amounts decorating their thighs and breasts. their belly rising and falling as they gasp, then visibly clenching with a contraction. their cunt bulging ever so slightly even before the head is visible. their face red and eyes a little vacant as they dissociate and try to tolerate the pain. messy hair tied back, out of the way. looking up at you, silently pleading to stay with them. will you stay with them?
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A pained yelp escaped my throat and my tail flagged in a desperate push as you pulled the second squirming puppy out from between my trembling legs, quickly getting to work on drying the newborn and setting it aside in a basket with its previously born sibling. This was the second litter I've ever birthed for you, and like last time, you were intent on having me whelp as quickly as possible so you could get me knocked up again with next season's show prospects.
I writhed in my pile of blankets, shifting onto my side and whining painfully as you probed my large belly for the positioning of the next pup. An ultrasound had showed six mid to large size fetuses crowding my womb, so with two delivered, there was four left to go. I panted as your hand palmed my swollen breasts, massaging and pinching each nipple along my abdomen. Doing so encouraged my contractions to return, and I whined loudly, gritting my teeth as the urge to push again rose.
You forced my leg open and inserted your fingers inside of me, commanding me to "Push, push, push, goooood dog." And I obeyed, crying out as I bore down, tail arching, raised leg trembling. You were able to feel the pup, and grab hold of its front legs in my birth canal. You massaged my belly and applied counter pressure as I pushed again, trying in vain to squirm away from your touch. I wanted so badly just to give birth quietly in a corner instead of being rushed through the process, but you don't get that luxury when you make your owner the most money only while pushing out puppies.
Another strong, painful push with your assistance brought the pup to a crown, and I panted as the large head slowly bulged and stretched my cunt. You tugged on the puppy's front legs again and I pushed on reflex, birthing the head in a rush of fluid. Another insistent tug and I bore down once more, the rest of the puppy being delivered with a desperate shove. All I could do was sit there and try to catch my breath as you cleaned the third pup and united it with its siblings.
I whined and shifted uncomfortably onto my back, letting my legs flop open to the sides as I labored for a few more moments. You soon returned, massaging my womb once more and inserting your fingers into my cunt to feel for the next pup. "Give me a push, dog." You ordered, and I strained hard as a contraction ripped through me. "Good mutt, push again." You spoke firmly, and I obeyed, howling in pain as you found the pup and tugged on it, trying to force me to whelp quicker. I pushed desperately, my belly visibly contracting and legs shaking as I fought to birth your litter, following each command to bear down. The fourth pup's head bulged behind my sore lips and you tugged again. I cried out as the head was born into your hands. "Last push, come on dog." You snapped. I didnt get a chance to process it before you were forcing me to push, pulling the pup's writhing body free from my puppy cunt. Just two more to go, and I'll be promptly knocked up again to repeat the process.
i really like it when someone is pushing so hard you can see their belly physically moving and twisting, misshaping under the strain as they struggle and groan, thrashing their head and clawing at their distended stomach. pain killing all rational thoughts and leaving only the animalistic instinct to Get. It. Out.
tboy who's so knocked up he's not allowed to forget it for a second. whether it's his huge obstructive cumbersome swollen belly bumping into everything or preventing him from fitting into small spaces, so distinctly distended and pregnant that there's no way to brush it off as a beer belly, or the constant wardrobe malfunctions as his growing fertile body fights against the seams and buttons of his clothes, or the relentless kicking and squirming of the babies inside that let everyone know just how full of life that womb of his is... every single second serves to remind him of his condition, how hopelessly full and bred he is, how it's all anyone can see when they look at him and how even after he gives birth they'll never look at him the same... and despite all that, he can't keep himself from secretly wanting to do it all over and over and over again
TW// Unwanted/Forced Pregnancy and Birth, Noncon, Difficult Birth, Rapid Pregnancy, (Technically Oviposition? Unsure) Eggs, Ovovipary, Arachnophobia, Cheating, and other weird types of wack monsterfuckery and just⌠Freaky shit
A concept that came to me today- based off the idea of the idea of the âboogeymanâ to an extent. The âboogeymanâ is universal; a mysterious figure meant to scare children into obedience. Now, what about getting pregnant with one?
Also kind of a POV dynamic? Read till the end~
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There is a strange, androgynous creature people all over the world describe seeing and experiencing. It always appears in the dark, when they wake up far too early into the night, paralyzed and only able to watch the shadow-like body of this thing approach and enter them. But it's never kind, digging itself deep and dragging the limbs of its target with its long, spindly fingers onto a strangely heavy, jagged member and filling them with its seed, every time.
The âdreamâ is always the same. Descriptions remain largely the same. Tall and lanky, supernaturally so, with hair draping off its head that hide its features from its already dark silhouette. The details vary a little from place to place and victim to victim, but remain largely the same. Even though it doesnât discriminate gender or body type, going for women, men, cisgender or not, non-binary too. For some, it doesnât stuff either of their holes, it does their mouth.
But experiences remain largely⌠The same. A few victims have repeat dreams, but most see it once, and only once.
One thing never changes.
Its seed always takes.
One thing does change.
What takes is never the same.
Its targetsâ bellies soon are growing with life, in all types of pregnant, rotund shapes, heights, colors, and even speeds.
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A transgender man had his womb bubbles with tiny, countless eggs in the matter of hours, and then those eggs burst, the spiders that had grown within him writing beneath his skin, eager to be free, but his stomach hanging still up and proud⌠Not quite ready to let them go. He screams, begs and cry, thinking he will burst, not realizing yet he wonât⌠Though that wonât make things any better. There is no creature in this world he fears more than spiders, and no, he will be forced to let them feast and grow within him a little more, and then be pushed out by him in a horrifying birth.
A woman in her forties realizes her skin and hair start getting a strange, young glow, while at the same time her bellyâs developed quite the curve. Sheâd been months pregnant and hadnât realized. But even worse, she very quickly realizes something is very wrong with the babe within her, and even herself. Her incisives have become a pair of fangs, and no matter how much she eats, her body hungers, no, it thirsts for blood⌠But at the same time, the very sight of it is enough to make her faint.
A young college student quickly becomes pregnant, and immediately goes to the doctor. Nothing looks⌠Wrong. But it certainly feels like it. The more they grow, the more they worry, only feeling hard, strange round lumps when they dig into their pregnant tum, but the doctors swear there is a healthy babe. Their dreams donât help either, as they are plagued with night terrors of their greatest fear⌠Snakes. Which become a reality when they start laying, as some of the unhatched eggs crack within them and they feel the slithering of long, furious bodies clacking against the still unborn eggsâŚ
At the same time, theyâre frat buddy, a smug man who's always been a casanova, but otherwise dreads with all his heart the very thought of settling down⌠Is pregnant at the same time as them. But his belly is heavier, so much heavier, as every pregnancy symptom has hit him like a truck, and the quadruplets within him are each weighing easily like fat singletons. Perfectly human, but oversized and very comfortable in the confines of his guts⌠A part of him feels his due date is a joke, and theyâll overstay their welcome. Whichever the case, heâll become a father as his body forces him to push, even though he has no idea how the bastards are meant to come out.
A noblewoman whoâs long cut off an affair with her gardener, after years trapped in a political marriage. She is fighting to speed up her contractions, her belly looking ready to pop with a full-term singleton. She has to push out her shame, and do it NOW, but the bastard is savoring its new home⌠Meanwhile, her time is running short, as her husband returns early tomorrow morning, after years away, ignoring her in another country⌠But the scandal would destroy her familyâs name nonetheless. Why wonât it come out!?
A talassophobic singer, whoâs sworn off ever getting close to the ocean, groans in their bed as the sharks in their overgrown belly fight viciously for space. The skin distending so harshly a part of them wonders if theyâre genuinely battling one anotherâŚ
A city girl with an irrational fear of horses, weeps as in a matter of days her bellyâs overtaken by a fully grown foal, and she can already feel her gargantuan gut hanging low, the pressure in her pelvis immeasurable.
A man who was bitten by a dog when he was a child, and can never be near them. A peaceful homebirth turns into pure horror as the twins he was carrying turn out to be pups, and have other eager, writhing siblings waiting to be born after them as well.
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The examples go on and on. The strange creatureâs modus operandi is clear, but its spawn, if they even are its own spawn, are much harder to understand. It seems that it targets indiscriminately, impregnating whoever it encounters with their worst fears. It can be as conceptual as it can be literalâŚ
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If the shadowy creature took a hold of you, what would it leave you pregnant with? Would you grow fast, or grow normally, maybe overdue? Would there be signs that what is within is not human?âŚ
How far do your fears go, and how heavy can they weigh within your pregnant guts?
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Very much a narrative post, but by all means, if you like the concept, feel free to play off of it or send me asks telling me what you think this creature would leave you pregnant with! (Or perhaps your carrier, if you donât like being a carrier yourself) :]
The TLDR of the concept is very much âCreature that impregnates you with your worst fear/representation of your worst fearâ. I will say I also based myself on the most common phobias I could think of, tho also some extras. Jeje.
Regarding my own phobias, I did project some in here (something something the best horror is based off your own experiences) but if people are curious I could try to write from my own POV in this scenario potentially? Theyâd be wildly different to what I wrote here tbh. We shall see!
Anyhow, ask box if open, but if you write anything out of there, by all means, tag me or DM me, Iâd love to see it <3
multiple births should have some kind of rule where the babies come out smallest to largest so that each one is a bigger and more difficult stretch. otherwise their body may adapt and get used to it
i love an old-timey euphemism for pregnancy. in the family way, with child, eating for two, big/great with child, bun in the oven, expecting, quickened, in a delicate condition, lying-in, caught. they're all so sexy to me
