You can call me Kairos and this is my RP kinky blog made primary for my fantasies, kinks, needs and wants ^^
I am 24 years old trans man 🏳️⚧️, my pronouns are HE/HIM, post-op (top surgery) and two years on hormones. Imma pansexual with masculine preferences. 🏳️⚧️🩵
Just a few QUICK RULES:
do not misgender me ❌
do not ask for pictures ❌📷
pleeeeeaaaaase do not be afraid to send me an ask 😋
Need someone to be inside me right now. Need to be warming their cock or fingers, whatever they’ll give me. Need them to fuck me. Need them to lean over and whisper about how im such a good pet/boy/bunny for them, about how good i feel, and then pound me into the mattress until I cry
trans boys who rub their cunts to the thought of getting pregnant deserve to have their dreams fulfilled and grow the biggest bellies they can carry and have as many babies as they possibly can btw
I want to be full. I want to be round. I want my belly to bulge obscenely. I want to feel every movement from the inside. I want to trace my fingers around that huge, hot hard orb of my belly. I don’t care what kind of breed it is. I want to feel the kicks, I want to feel eggs roll around, changing shape of my huge belly. I want to feel the alien form of slime-like life inside, making me so full I can’t properly breathe and also horny all the time. I want to be full of tentacles, feel so taunted and aching, I want them to reach outside, fuck me from the inside, sucking on my cock and cunt, making me roll my hips in moans as I look down and cannot see my own pussy, just that huge heavy belly hanging low and my tits swelled and sensitive again.
Oooh, noooo! Tboy! Don't go into that cave full of tentacle monsters! It's mating season! They're gonna stuff your cunt and ass full of eggs! They're gonna make your tits nice and fat with milk! You'll be turned into nothing but a broodmare! Constantly popping out eggs as you cum over and over! Tboy, noooooo!
The breeding is so good. You can be taken in such a feral manner as your screaming out moans and clawing at the grass as something keeps stretching your hole and abusing your cervix. Eventually you cum so hard you almost pass out when it knots you and all that cum bloats your womb. You practically look 9 months pregnant with a hefty baby.
Of course, you get a litter. Why only have one when it was going to have siblings in its little pack anyway? There's a good amount in there, and from how you look at just 4 months, along with already feeling quite a bit of wriggling, you can barely count. Six? Seven?
Full moons are insane. The babies turn into pups for that night, and are active. All you can do is lie in bed and moan out as you feel your belly stretch and quake as it gets taut and heavier. There's so many thumps and shifts inside your overtaxed tummy that it's almost rolling from side to side as you rub it in pathetic attempts to calm them down.
Your chest turns into full blown teats, swelling almost obscenely with just the amount of milk the litter is going to need. You felt this since early in the pregnancy, your tits becoming so sensitive a brush of their permanently hard nipples making you almost cum. Same with feeling your tits slosh with milk.
Hormones wrecking you until you're whining for that knots again, legs opened wide before you're moaning and sobbing in relief, groaning with each thrash and tumble of the excited litter within from the bouncing.
Labor taking so long. There's so much baby. They've been low and heavy for so long, but there's so many in there that you're just pushing out baby after baby and your belly still gets thumps from within. Eventually the pain just turns into pleasure as you keen with each crown or, if it's during the full moon, with each little snout that pops out of your hole.
When you're done, you're surrounded by fur as the werewolf curls around you and the seven pups. And growls about next time, they want ten.
(Content Warning: Unwanted Pregnancy and Childbirth)
"Dude... If I show you something, do you promise not to be weird about it? It's important.”
Of course you nod. You and him had been good friends for as long as you've known each other, after all.
You go to a quiet room. He seems stressed, sweat is shining on his forehead, he's breathing really heavy.
"Remember, you promised not to be weird. Right?" You nod again, wondering what could be so important.
He lifted his shirt, exposing his hairy belly and chest. His nipples dark, top scars vivid. His middle round and firm, it looked rock hard, navel popped out and a dark line leading into his pants.
Those went next, along with his boxers. You felt yourself getting more and more turned on in spite of yourself, as you saw his swollen pussy, his big, thick, hard T-dick. Everything between his legs shiny with wetness.
His belly sagged, and the tension in his body left. "It's coming. Do you understand what I mean?" Of course you did. It was impossible to miss, you couldn't believe you hadn't realized before.
"You're my best friend. I just... Need to not be alone. And I need someone to drop it off at the fire station. Once it's out. You ok with that?" You nod. You've been close friends as long as you've known each other, after all.
He nods, eyes closing. “Didn't expect it to take so long… be so intense, you know? It's just… mngh, feel it coming…” his face scrunched with effort in an insanely appealing way as he leaned back, bracing himself on a wall. His T-dick twitched, you’d never wanted something in your mouth so badly in your life. You knew his labor fluids would taste amazing coating his cock like that, you felt yourself salavating to pop it between your lips, let him fuck your face roughly as he labored…
“You look incredible.” You say, the words coming before you think. Your privates ache with need for him, and you see his member twitch. “I don't feel incredible… fuck…” he groaned, the contraction passing. “I never wanted to feel this, what this was like. Any of it.”
“Is it that bad?” You ask, and he grimaces. “mostly, yea. It's almost over, I just need it done…” he takes a moment. “I… like how you're looking at me, though. You really do like this, huh?”
You nod. You’ve liked him a long time. He's radiant. Masculine and in hard labor. He's worked so hard to make everything how he wanted, His body is… perfect. Even if it hurts him to know he's pregnant, you've never seen anyone more sexy than this hairy, strong, powerful man you’d played games with, joked with, drank with, talked about chicks with.
You remember he's bi. Fuck. Are you bi? You want to touch his T-dick so bad it *hurts*, not because it's a clit, but because it's his laboring, birthing *cock*. And you need to suck it, reward him for being such a good boy, birthing like this with you.
You get on your knees. Move closer. His belly tightens in a contraction, he groans in pain. You see his body tense as he pushes. He's *giving birth*, right now, this man is about to feel a baby he never wanted slip out of him.
You kiss the tip of his cock.
Oh. God. It's perfect.
You moan as you part your lips, taking him inside. Fuck, he’s *so good*. It tastes so amazing, feels so soft but hard all at once. It strains in your mouth as he pushes and your tounge runs along the base, more slick, sweet birthing fluids coating it.
“FUCK!” He cries out, his legs shaky, and you feel his bump gently touch your head, another contraction over. His hand pats a shoulder, then the back of your head. “Dude, what… you said you wouldn't be weird!”
You take him deep as he groans in pleasure, then back to the very tip, where you say “nothing weird. Two friends doing what feels right.” He’s panting, quivering. "Maaan… You can't suck my dick while someone’s baby is coming out of my pussy!"
You take him deep again, running firm circles around the base as the cutest gasp comes from him. “You taste so good though… nobody needs to know. Our secret, right?” he leans back, resting more weight on you. “Nobody… needs to know… ngh… fuck… FUCK!”
He tenses. You go hard on him, feeling his T-dick strain once more as he pushed, gripping your hair tight. Gods, he’s SO strong, so amazing… he hid this for months, that must have been so hard… he needs to feel good. He deserves to feel good. You are more than happy to help.
Especially since helping feels so amazing. Your hand slides down your pants, finds your own privates. You touch yourself, pleasure surging as you feel him bearing down, the effort making his cock throb in your mouth, like the poor thing wanted to cum inside you but couldn't… that’s ok. It's perfect just how it is…
“Big push…” you manage to purr passed his member. “Big push, just like that… don't stop, don't stop…” his grunts are so deep and rough and masculine, his fingers gripping you so tight it hurts. “It's so fucking low!” He cries out, pulling you against him hard, filling your mouth with the flavor of his masculinity, blended with the slick sweetness of labor, childbirth.
His grip relaxes, he falls back, legs clearly shaky from the effort and your attentions. You cup his crotch, he opens his thighs to make room wordlessly. His pussy lips are so soft and swollen, bulging out obscenely, already a different shape than when he first exposed himself.
Your fingers graze along him. Soaking wet, slick, and straining. You let a fiber dip inside, and feel it. Slimy wet hair, coated with his arousal and birth juices. “It’s right there…” you say, the awe in your voice obvious.
“I feel it…” he replies, stroking your hair. “I feel it wants to come, that it's going to open me… this is so hard, it feels so violating… I never wanted a baby… I’m so scared… but I’m glad you’re with me…”
You kiss along his thighs, grazing his lower lips with your mouth. He shivers, before you feel the tension starting again in his legs, his groin, his back. You grab his hips, his butt, as you take him in your mouth again, pulling him into you as he grips your head with a cry of “It FUCKING HURTS SO BAD!!!”
You take him deep as he bears down, squatting slowly, opening his legs as you let one hand gently cup him. You can feel it, as his free hand finds your shoulder, putting his weight all on you. That wet, hard heat pressing into your hand. The oh-so-quiet, almost impossible to hear *shlick* of the head opening him, spreading him, wet skin on wet skin.
It drives you wild. He’s GIVING BIRTH. Your guy friend is feeling his lips spreading to let a baby emerge from his most intimate spot. It's happening right now, in front of you, you can TASTE IT in his throbbing, straining cock.
So many things race through your head. Some kind, some cruel. Some supportive and others utterly shameless. But the one you feel most is that this is perfect. This man is so painfully sexy, and you’re so glad you get to share this moment, even if it's one he never wanted to experience. Maybe even especially.
He bucks against you gently, his hips rocking for comfort as he grunts “don't want you, don't want you, get out get out get out of meeee…” you feel his burden responding, spreading him, crowning as his hips jerk.
Your friend hisses in a breath, “fucking burns so much, I can't do thissss…” You just caress the head, trace along where his vagina is opening, and murmur “you can, you're so close, it's almost over… get it out, recover, then we can go back to hanging out, ok?”
He takes an unsteady inhale, as his body relaxes. “I can… you’re right… I just have to go a bit more… it's our secret, right?” And you nod. Of course it is. You would never want to share a moment this perfect with anyone else.
A little more exploring his body. Staring in awe at the hair glistening from between his swollen lips, the head of a real baby emerging from him, before he began to tense once more.
As he once more filled the air with masculine desperation, you felt how close it was getting in a way you never expected. Inside your mouth, your friends dick began to change angle. Moving, pushing deeper, straining and shifting as the crowning head forced it to change position, everything taken over by the need to get this baby out of him, right now. His vagina only there to bring life into the world, whether he wants to or not.
His dick pulled itself out of your mouth with a pop, and you couldn't help but let out the most embarrassing, pathetic whimper of disappointment as that beautiful, perfect flavor, that exquisite hard softness, disappeared.
His T-dick was spreading at the base. His lips pulled tight. The head was at a full crown, and he was squeezing your shoulder, gripping your hair so hard it hurt. You knew it was nothing compared to what he was feeling, as his face reddened, his expression scrunched, before letting out a desperate, cracking shout, and…
The head erupted from your friends pussy in a gush of fluids. He sank into a deep, deep squat, still pushing, and as you watched, the shoulders rotated, and began to slide out.
You barely got your hands out in time to catch the emerging newborn, the remaining amniotic fluids tricking into your wrists and hands. You lifted the baby, looking for a way to clamp and cut the cord, trying to remember where the fire station was and the fastest way to get there.
You offered to let him hold it, but your friend just shook his head. “Come back quick, ok?” Was all he managed, and you nodded, listening to his request.
The placenta was gone by the time you got back. He was tenderly trying to stagger out of the room, and you immediately came and helped. Guided him to the room you’d been watching TV in, settled him in with plenty of water to deal with the lost fluids.
To your surprise, he was still completely naked. You didn't stare, but you still found your friend attractive, even with the smaller belly. You couldn't stop thinking about it, how wrong yet perfect it all had been, how unfair it was for him, but how glad you were it happened… you had so many questions, but quietly accepted it wasn't your place to ask, would likely never learn the answer to most.
For now, it was more than enough to sit next to your friend on the couch and watch your shows together, chit-chatting about nothing in particular until he fell asleep.
As you tried to rest in your bed that night, however, his deep, powerful, guttural grunts wouldn't leave your mind. His beautiful, swollen body shining with sweat. The flavor of his stunning, perfect T-dick, swollen and dripping with pregnancy and birth…
Had my tshot yesterday and just woke up… Still not able to keep my eyes open but i managed to open tumblr to scroll and read, making me instantly hard and horny 😩😩😩 like… i cant even hold the phone properly or jerk off, i am just needy and weak h DJ fjfkjfkvkfkfkgkgjfnf
I feel like aphrodisiacs are like, somewhat real/can be dangerous/or just placebo (but idrk)
But the idea of them is such a turn on, especially if it’s ‘accidental’ or the people dont know they’ve taken them…
Imagine hanging out at your friends house and his roommate left out chocolates on the coffee table that were aphrodisiacs and you both ate some unknowingly. As youre on the couch playing video games, you start to feel sweaty and warm and sensitive. You feel everything touching your skin- your tshirt, your binder thats feeling even tighter, your waistband suddenly uncomfortable.
And then your friend’s leg brushes against yours, and your brain short-circuits. You could feel how warm he was through his jeans - and your body has a physical instinctual reaction. A tugging at your core to sit on his lap and feel that heat even closer. What is happening?? He’s your friend, you’ve never thought about what it would be like to touch him or kiss him or let him grab your hips and move you-
What the fuck… why are you wet right now? Why is it so hot in here? Why is he looking at you like that?
You meet his gaze and realize he’s got this look in his eyes that makes you want to be pinned underneath him and moaning. You both understand you’re crazy horny at the moment, dont know why or how but want the same thing from each other - sex. Now.
His arm wraps around your waist and pulls you on top of him, your mouths meeting for the first time. It feels so right. To have him grasping your hips and body so tightly, so desperately, needing to touch you everywhere. Youre not even thinking anymore, letting pure pleasure fuel your movements because it’s too good to stop. You take your shirt and binder off, and push his face into your body, letting him lick and suck your chest in a way youve never known you wanted.
Oh my god, dont stop, yes!
Finally your clothes are off, and neither of you hesitate as you sink down on his cock. You’ve only used toys up until now, and the real thing is so much better than you could imagine. He’s so hard and hot and thicker than you expected, and fits inside of you perfectly. Youre fully seated and cant help but clench hard around him, he groans and effortlessly lifts you up by your waist and starts to bounce you on his cock. Thank god no one was home to hear how loud you were, not that that wouldve changed anything. Moans and panting and wet claps fill the room, only getting louder as you both chase your own highs through each other.
Oh fuck you’re so deep ~
Yeah? You like bouncing on my cock raw? Do you even take anything that could keep me from knocking you up right now?
The thought of him impregnating you shut off any surviving warning lights in your mind, and became your purpose you decided.
Ohhhh yes yes please it feels so good inside me please don’t stop! I’m not taking anything! I don’t care!
You feel him twitch inside you and know he’s close as well. Looking down at him you understand these are primal instincts taking over, and he’s not planning on pulling out. And you dont want him to.
Fuck yes! Take it, get pregnant!
Please! Cum inside me!
Placing your hands over his, he slams you down hard - once, twice, the third time feeling impossibly deep - and suddenly an inexplainable hot wetness fills your core. That final push sent you over the edge, head thrown back as you come hard enough for your vision to blur and darken. Both of you filled the room with sounds of pleasure and shock, surprising yourselves with the intensity of your orgasms and the implications of what you just did.
He stuffed you full to the brim, his cum leaking out at the base between you, and you felt an innate satisfaction come over you. It felt so good to be filled with cum and risk the high chance of getting pregnant from this. Giving in to your respective breeding instincts was the most incredible feeling the two of you just experienced. You didnt want it to end, luckily the aphrodisiacs last several hours, which fueled a proper lengthy breeding session into the night. He fucked a baby into you in one evening, and you couldnt wait to see what would happen next.
We should really celebrate pride month be breeding me all over and over again and again until I am full of your babies, so during Christmas I can wrap my swollen belly in a bow and give myself to you under Christmas tree 👉👈🥺
you wake up to the feeling of something slick sliding up your leg. before you can even fully process the feeling, it’s pushing past your boxers and into your tight hole. you try to struggle, but whatever substance this tentacle-like appendage is covered in is making you woozy, not to mention all sorts of needy down there. you lay back and lose your grip on the situation as it begins to slowly thrust in and out, in and out of you, slamming against your cervix every time. pathetic moans and whines escape your lips as the aphrodisiac erases any hesitation you had about being violated by this thing.
it’s only when you feel something big, like, really big, pressing up against your hole, that you snap back to reality. “wait, wait—“ you plead, but the round object makes its way up the tentacle and into your body, stretching you obscenely. it presses against your cervix until it finally breaches the tight seal, and you yelp as you feel a weight settle into your womb. you try to fight it, but you’re too weak from whatever substance is intoxicating you. egg after egg presses into your womb as you feel your insides get stretched. you put a hand on your belly and feel it slowly expand, fearing you might pop. but, when you look just a few months pregnant, it stops. you feel a hot, thick liquid be pumped out of the tentacle, before it withdraws, and leaves you alone.
you try to forget about it in the coming months, but the seed is planted. there’s no removing the life that’s inside of you. sometimes you sit there, hand on your swollen stomach, wishing you could get these little burdens out of you. but you know they’re stuck there, until they’re ready to come out on their own.
the day it finally happens, you look more than full term. you look pregnant with triplets, and with every step you take you can feel the eggs bumping against each other and rolling around inside of you. you hate the incubator you’ve been made into, carrying a life you had no part in creating. but then, finally, you feel a weight drop into your pelvis while you’re in bed one day. you rush into the bathroom as the contractions start.
it’s a bit fascinating how your body treats this just like a human pregnancy. the cramps, the back pains, it’s as if you were laboring out your own baby. but you aren’t, of course not. you feel a rush of fluid come out between your legs, and are struck with the unbearable urge to push as you squat down. you feel something huge positioned between your legs, slowly descending down your tight birth canal as you push and push. the process is slow and arduous, you can feel every inch of progress it makes in your body as it moves down toward your hole.
you wonder absently what kind of creatures you’ve been growing inside of you for the past several months, as the first egg begins to crown. you push, and push, and push as hard as you can. the circumference is slightly smaller than a newborn’s head, absolutely enough to make you cry out in agony as it reaches a full, perfectly circular crown between your legs. but, as the contraction ends and you relax, it sinks back inside of you, fully hidden within your body once again.
this process repeats a few more times, as you push and push and push with everything you have, only for all your progress to be erased as the slick egg slips back inside of you. but finally, after what feels like an eternity, the egg bursts from inside you and falls onto your bathroom floor.
