Wes

20+ preg enjoyer 18+ please (minors will be blocked), block if this makes you uncomfy

[boybreedingtoy]

Hi, I'm Wes, I'm 20+, and trans and gay

strictly mpreg/nbpreg posting here

ANTI AI CONTENT

feel free to interact through my ask box!

Have an age indicator in your bio or get blocked, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Turn ons

-cumflation

-rapid preg (not all at once usually but faster than normal)

-mpreg

-breeding

- sometimes labor but denying it is hotter

-alien/supernatural pregnancy

-eggpreg/oviposition

-multiples

-overlapping pregnancy

-light teasing and c*nc

-praise

-(will add more if needed)

Turn offs

-scat/piss

-detrans

-not huge into breast inflation due to dysphoria

-sp4nking

-gore

-incest

-death

-hard-core degradation

-(will add more if needed)

I'd also like to state

that in person, I actually have no real desire to get pregnant and that this is all strictly k!nk play

[preg420x69]

i 100% need a fat, overdue baby trying to come out in my panties rn. I want my water to break in public, i need my underwear/pants to be so tight that it's keeping my baby logged up in me until you give me the relief i need 😩 clothes so drenched with fluid that they're clinging to my body, needing you to rip them off me so the baby can slide out. like please just let me give birth oh my godddd!!! im such a good lil pup, such a good carrier. can you imagine me with an enormous bump, laying on my back while struggling to pop out ur seed? thighs so slick, belly so heavy. im so horny just thinking about it. my loud, wild screaming filling the room, thick sweat and contractions take over my body as my tiny opening is stretched with the huge head of your child, playing peak-a-boo as I push with all my strength, but it stays put. sitting heavily between my lips. you'd give me encouraging phrases, showering me with attention, swooning over me as I brought our child into this word. "I put a fat one in you, huh darling?" you'd coo as I wailed and squirmed beneath the pain, your eyes fixated on my slit being spread so wide with the crown of your baby. words cant express how ready I am to be bred, my belly needs to be round and plump. I physically need to be pushing out someone's baby rn 💦💦

[eggedbellies]

top surgery scar + heavy pregnant belly you agree reblog.

[this is NOT for detrans kink blogs get your fucking shit off my posts]

[pushypuppyboy]

who wants to come put a huge baby in me that i may or may not be able to push out on my own

[dickedandloaded]

goddd what I'd give to wake up with an inexplicable swell in my belly that gets bigger and bigger over the course of several days and then whatever is inside me starts squirming and wriggling around while I struggle to comprehend what's happening to me

[tankertrashworld]

I love a huge pregnant belly as much as the next person but the slight paunch of early pregnancy drives me up the wall. The idea of watching as my carrier's tummy pushes out more and more with each passing day is so exciting. Slowly their gait widens into a waddle and that small pot belly grows full, writhing with life.

I want this so bad...

[cravethenight]

Oh noooooo don’t tell me how you’d impregnate me nooo that’d be awfulllllll I’d be so hornyyy ;333 (pls actually do)

[shockspectrum]

Dystopian world where all births are required to be c-sections but your neighbor t-boy doesn’t want one, and after you see him clearly laboring in the apartment lobby you go up to his floor. He begs you not to tell anyone, and you agree to, under the conditions that you get to watch the whole thing and he has to do whatever you say. It’s the next day by the time he’s done, and you help clean him up and put him to bed… then wake him up with a cock in his aching raw pussy so that you can do the whole song and dance 9 months later.

oooogh blackmailing into watching... ooghuguggghghuguhgh

[cutebellybumps-blog]

Send me 💘 to knock me up.

I'll spin the wheel to check how many babies you've given me.

Wheel of Names

Enter names, spin wheel to pick a random winner. Customize look and feel, save and share wheels.

[shockspectrum]

bottom who's so deep into birth panic that they don't even realize that resisting will only make it worse. they're trying so hard not to push, keeping their legs closed, even sitting down to try to prevent the baby from coming out. they're sobbing that it's too big and they know it won't fit, they know they can't handle it. not even understanding that they're only prolonging their own agony.

[boytumms]

Boy full of slime that works like oobleck, all soft and jiggly in his tight tum, but as soon as he tries to push is out it hardens, leaving him stuck stuffed

- @distended-domes

Is that the official name of that stuff?? I had no idea lmao :0

It does make a really good consistency for slime creatures... The whole time he's pregnant with them they slosh around his belly, but when he goes into labor and the contractions hit, he tries to push and the slime turns hard as stone. Confused and in pain, he doesn't realize that the pressure of him pushing is making the slimes activate their defense mechanism so he keeps trying to push having no idea that it's actually whats preventing the slimes from coming out. He thought his labor would be easy with how soft and squishy his tummy was for the whole pregnancy, but now his swollen belly is rock hard and feels like he has one giant boulder sitting in his gut.

After hours of painful labor, he manages to push the mass down far enough to start stretching his hole. The hardened slime stretches him wider and wider until his flesh just cant stretch anymore, pulled taut around the giant ball of slime. He howls and shrieks in pain, kicking and thrashing wildly as he desperately tries to push the mass out, but it's far to big to fit through his narrow hips and no amount of squeezing or shoving is going to make it budge. He tries anything while he sobs and begs the slime to come out, clawing at his swollen belly and trying to push it down with his hands, even trying to reach down and stretch his hole around the mass, but nothing he does can force it through.

The poor boy labors fruitlessly for what feels forever, stuck crowning around only the tip of the hardened slime boulder, until he becomes completely exhausted. With his mind fogged with pain, his body finally shows mercy and he blacks out, falling limp on the ground. It's then and only then when his muscles barely have the strength to contract anymore do the slimes finally soften enough to slowly ooze their way out of his body

[wystarianpixies]

if you were perma-preg how many months would you want to be stuck at?

ooh idk, i think 7-8 months would be perfect, nice and round but not like about to pop (because that's when baby drops and things get extra uncomfy)

i want to be cute pregnant not annoyed pregnant, haha, something like this would be nice

[nightshadedumplings]

Someone growing so hugely pregnant that their enormous belly lifts them off the ground, big milk-swollen teats hanging and dripping, making it so easy for anyone to come and suckle from them.

[shockspectrum]

rapid pregnancy that quickly turns into rapid labor but then the first baby gets stuck and the panicking parent feels the babies all still growing and realizes that they have to get the first baby out ASAP before the others are too big to come out

[m-pregnant]

i was getting fucked last night thinking the whole time “what if the condom broke”…. “what if i’m getting pregnant right now”

and let me tell you i was more worked up than i should have been. be real am i cooked??

[emptyblog-93]

I got permission to doodle over an image I like and oooooh great heavens

[screamingandwhelping]

I lay him down on his side in the nest of towels while he wails, laboring hard on his first litter. My own litter is straining to be born, and I’m sure I’m about to start pushing.

“Lift your leg, baby,” I tell him.

He just moans.

“You need to start pushing,” I say.

“I can’t,” he whimpers. “I don’t know if I can whelp. I can’t, I can’t…oh…oh! Oh god!” He curls around his taut belly and whines as his body forces him to push.

I sit down at his ass and lift his leg myself, and prop the crook of his knee across my own knee. I pull his tucked tail from between his slick thighs and reveal his throbbing cunt. Then I spread my other knee wide to open my pelvis. I’m ready. He’s ready.

His body heaves on its first-ever pup. “Ow, ow, owwww, it hurts! Is it coming out?”

Of course it isn’t. I rub his hip. “Not yet, baby. You’re going to have to work harder than that. Push.”

His tail stands to attention as he puts in the work of a long, hard push, his eyes squeezed closed.

“Good boy,” I say. “That’s a good boy. You’re a natural.”

His contraction must end, because he stops pushing and starts panting. “Are, are you pushing?” he asks.

“Not yet.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Every time.”

“I think I need to push…I, I need to push! Oh! Ohhhhh!”

His pussy begins to bulge, but his slit is still closed. When he lets up the pressure, the bulge recedes. He cranes his neck to try to see between his legs.

“It’s stuck! It’s not coming out!”

“It’s coming,” I say. “You’re making prog—“ I gasp as my first pup begins to squeeze through my cervix. “Oh!”

“Are you whelping?” he asks.

It hurts too badly for me to answer, other than to tuck in my chin and push.

“You’re pushing! You’re—ohhhh.” And he lays back down as a contraction takes over his body and he has to push. His cunt bulges out, and when he lets up, it only recedes partway.

With my first full push, my pup fills my birth canal and my pussy bulges.

“Can I watch you whelp?” he asks, his eyes large and curious.

I nod and shift onto my hands and knees in the blanket nest, my cunt facing him. In the new position I have to lift my tail high as the next contraction barrels through me. I moan and push. The burn begins.

“Oh, oh! Ohhhhhh!” I moan.

I can hear the eagerness in his voice. “You’re crowning! Oh my god, you’re crowning!”

The stretch continues—wider, wider. I stop pushing but keep a steady pressure on the pup while I pant. He whimpers, and I look over my shoulder to see him propped up on his elbows, his back against the edge of the towel nest, his knees spread wide and his eyes squeezed shut while he pushes. His slit begins to open.

“Good boy,” I gasp between pants. “Open your eyes, baby. I’m about to whelp.”

He opens his glassy eyes, agony written all over his face. I feel the head sliding out. I dip my hips low and give a heave and whelp my first pup onto the towels between his feet.

“You whelped,” he whispers. “I don’t know if I can do this…”

I turn around, my body quivering with effort, and hold out my hand. He grips it with a strength I did not know he possessed, and pushes.

His pussy bulges fully out and his slit opens. He lays his head back against the nest and howls. His firstborn pup begins to crown, his first crowning of many—both tonight and over the course of his budding life as a breeding wolf. His belly strains and his legs begin to shake.

I squeeze his hand. “Push, baby. I know it hurts, I know, he put some big pups in you.”

The pup parts his lips wider and wider until his pussy is stretched tight in a perfect O. It stays that way for a moment…several moments…his howls of pain continue. Then suddenly the head pops free and he curls over his belly. His howl fades to rough panting.

I squeeze his hand. “Good boy, the head is out.”

“It hurts,” he whimpers. “I don’t know if I can do it.”

“One more push,” I say. “You’re about to whelp.”

“My first pup…” he says. “Help me?”

I shake my head. “You should whelp your first pup on your own.”

He changes tactics. “Hold me?”

I move to sit down beside him, but halfway there I feel an urge and I pause to push. “Ow…ow, ow, ow!”

“You’re pushing?” he says. “Push! Push!”

“Oh baby,” I moan, to him and to the pup pulling me apart. “It hurts, it hurts!”

His eyes are fixed under my belly, between my legs. “It’s coming out—it’s coming! Push!”

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” I groan. “I’m crowning! Fuck!” The head bursts out of me and I exhale. “Fuck…”

I maneuver carefully, mindful of the head of my pup dangling from my hole, and sit down beside him in the nest. I put my arm around his shoulder. He leans into me and holds my other hand.

“I think I have to push,” he says. His voice is tight with anxiety.

“Don’t fight it,” I say. “Let’s whelp together.”

He nods, his eyes fixed on the top of his belly.

“Ready? Push.”

Both our bellies heave as we bear down, arms twined together. Three seconds of strained moans…five…ten. He gasps.

“It’s coming—I feel it! I’m whelping! Oh god, I’m—I’m—AUGH.”

I hear his pup squelch out of him, followed by a rush of fluids. At the same moment my own pup drops out of me into the waiting towels. He clings to me, quivering.

“Oh my god. I whelped. I whelped! It came out!”

He sits up to look at his firstborn pup, but a moment later he’s back in my arms, pushing on his second. I’m pushing too; our laboring moans mingle together.

A few hours later our alpha finds us asleep in the nest, curled up around a double litter of pups. It’s hard to say whose is whose—but no matter. They’re half-siblings anyway.