Hello, my name is Yuki and my pronouns are she/they. I am transfeminine nonbinary, and assigned male at birth, as if it even matters.
I am a switch and I can rp any gender or sex, so don’t be afraid to ask if you want to roleplay with me.
Kinks include:
Birth
Breeding
Fpreg
Transfem preg
Anal birth (fpreg or transfem preg only)
Girlcock birth
Sadism
Sex inducing labor
Sex during labor (genuinely a great way to keep the labor stage interesting for me)
Hyper birth/oversized offspring (anywhere from 10lbs to the size of an actual adult. You decide)
Multiples (literally any plausible number atp)
Any type of nonhuman/monster/alien birth
Egg laying when the egg(s) is/are of equal or greater size to a human baby
Painful birth
Tearing
Generally, if it’s a category of birth, I’ll like it
Things I’m neutral to (not interested in but doesn’t make me ick):
Pregnancy (aside from confirming the size of the offspring, bellies don’t do much for me. Includes most permapreg. Sometimes I like a little pregnancy fluff, but it’s gotta be followed by birth)
Sex (if it’s completely unrelated to birth. Barely even made this list as I do enjoy it of course, I’d just rather it not detract from birth, as this is a birth kink centered blog. I’ll link my other blog at the bottom of this post.)
Birth denial (usually goes on for much longer than I have the patience for.)
Egg laying when the egg(s) is/are smaller than a human baby
Other types of birth that include smaller offspring (it’s gotta be a challenge)
Orgasmic birth (the pain is what I like about birth. Adding pleasure just makes it boring to me.)
Lactation (does nothing for me)
Things that make me ick:
Mpreg (starting to grow on me but if they’re too masculine it’s a still big ick)
Tmpreg (starting to grow on me moreso than mpreg, but too much masculinity is still an ick)
Sex during birth (anal or otherwise. Best case scenario it distracts from the birth, worst case scenario it’s straight up creepy)
Breast growth (when it’s a focus or excessive. I prefer smaller breasts anyway)
Weight gain
Inflation
Vore
Gore (I like blood and tearing, not organs or mutilation)
Stillbirth/miscarriage
Death (under very specific circumstances, I’ll allow it)
Pedophilia (should go without saying. I am NOT attracted to the baby AT ALL. Just the birthing)
Anyone 50 or older (my bad for not listing this here earlier, I forgot about it. Please do not send me asks about anyone over 49, whether it be the seeder or carrier, it’s just not my thing. I have no problem if you yourself are in that age range, this is just concerning fantasy)
Now that you know what I’m into and what I’m not, my dms are open if you’d ever like to talk or rp. I promise I will get back to you as soon as I can.
I am extremely grateful to have found this community of likeminded people who share this rare and often misunderstood kink and I would like to do more than just lurk for once. I really want to become a real part of this community, so please follow me if you like what I post and never be afraid to interact with me. My asks are always open and I will respond to as many as I can. Every time I open tumblr I check my inbox and every time I see a new one I do a little cheer, so do not hesitate.
That being said, if you want to see what I’m like when I’m not posting about birth, you can check out my alt blog, @laynejailey, where I post things such as: normal content, other kink content, My Chemical Romance, Class of 09, Jerma985, and Hatsune Miku.
Also if you’ve caught on by now, the name of my alternate blog did come from “Layne Staley” and the name of this blog is a similar destruction of “Dave Grohl”.
priest who has a 100% success rate on all exorcism he performs, though his methods are foolproof, they are often the church's last resort because of how unconventional they are, the afflicted are often as terrorized by the exorcism as are during the possession
the method that guarantees the priest success is manifesting the afflicted possessions as demons, forcing the individuals to birth their demons to rid of them, the demons take different forms as they manifest, some are physical monsters, some as incorporeal black smoke, others as toxic slime, but all demons are unable to survive on earth and immediately died once born, their bodies evaporating minutes after they hit the air
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the stronger the possession is, the higher the level of demon will manifest, the higher the demon, the bigger the pregnancy, though demons cannot survive, the pregnancy and labor will be just as excruciating for the afflicted, their pain cleansing their bodies of the evil inside, some exorcisms take days, the demons and the afflicted fighting the birth or taking days to finally push through a tight hole, however, once the process starts, there is nothing that can stop it, the afflicted and demon fighting for days, their bodies battlegrounds, their holes the victor line they must cross, the method is guaranteed if they can successfully push the demons out of their bodies
~ demons with horns, stabbing into the birthing passage, making the afflicted scream as they are tortured from the inside, they claw at their bellies from the outside, unable to stop the demons from tearing their insides, the priest's aids dig through their fingers into the their holes, pulling their skin open wider, despite their protests, the aids twist and rock the horns around the inner passage of the afflicted, maneuvering their flesh until the horns are sticking out of their hole, letting the afflicted push the rest of the way themselves
~ the afflicted who tear themselves by pushing too hard and too fast, trying to get the demons out as quickly as possible, hysterically screaming, pushing even without the help of contractions, ignoring their body's warnings, pushing until their holes stretch too far and tear, ripping gashes in their premiums, opening their holes wider, still, they do not stop pushing, faces red and angry, yelling through the pain, clenching their muscles to push more, tearing their holes bloody, straining to birth the demon
~ massive demons that take days to fully crown, the afflicted heavy with massive bellies, barely able to breathe, legs spread open wide, holes burning in pain from the stretch, their groins bulging from the unborn demon still inside them, the priest leaves them open and in agony as they slowly stretch open, their bodies slowly making room for the demon to pass through, they can crown for hours, the demon keeping the afflicted open in a permanent ring of fire for days, the afflicted claw and fight in their restraints, but nothing stops the slow labor of the demons out of their holes, they eventually become delirious with the pain, their entire existence focused on their raw openings, they chant with the priest, praying their bodies open more, their wide holes a sign of how contrite they were
~ demons pushing against prostates, making the afflicted hard and humiliated, their intestines cramping from being stuffed so unnaturally full, while their cocks leak with unending streams of cum, they yell and work to push the demons out, only for their screams to intensify when the demons reach their assholes, the demons never release their unrelenting pressure on their prostates, the afflicted eyes rolling in their head as they are forced to cum over and over as the demon stretches and voids their holes
~ those who refuses to push, screaming they don't want to do this, hysterically pleading with family members, the priest, his aids to not make them do this, these ones usually have to be restrained otherwise they will fight throughout the whole process, their legs are tied open, lewd and exposing their holes to the room, if they still refuse to push, their holes are held open with a speculum and over the course of the exorcism, they are stretched wider and wider, letting their body contract and slowly push the demon out to the world
~ virgins who are so tight they can't push, scared and crying, the first time they are feeling anything in their pussies, the aids help by opening their holes as the afflicted sob and plead with them to stop, to let them keep their innocence, the aids are sympathetic, telling them they are just unfortunate to be possessed before marriage, they push more fingers into their holes, the afflicted frantically pleading with them to stop, eventually the aids work up to fisting the afflicted, tenderly stroking their face while telling to let any cries out, all while painfully filling their contracting bodies with their fists, stretching their holes stretched tight around their wrists, the aids praise the virgins with how well they are opening up, telling them they will give birth soon, but first they have to make sure they are open and wide
~ smoke demons that exclusively fill the afflicted bladders, inflating their lower bellies, making the afflicted shriek and twitch as their they are violated by the demon in the most unexpected way, they cover themselves, embarrassed to feel the urge to pee in front of a crowd, often having a difficult time voiding the demon out of sheer humiliation, the afflicted only need simple restraints, but take a long time, often squirming, trying to hold their bladders for hours or days, until their muscles finally give out, too strained to hold anymore, slowly releasing their hold and letting trickles of smoke demons through the afflicted urethras, they will be sobbing from the mortifying experience, but the demons will resist being expelled and the afflicted will still be forced to push out the demon, crying as they contract the small muscle, painfully pushing endless smoke out their urethras
~ each possession is a separate birth, some afflicted have twins, triplets, or more, depending on how many times they have been possessed, the biggest pregnancy the priest has seen was for five demons, an arrogant young man who was inconsolable half way through the exorcism, begging the priest to not make him birth another demon, while still having another two births to go, often, the afflicted don't know how many demons are possessing them, but the priest calls them one after another, each growing into a separate pregnancy, the afflicted labor and endure each birth, only to have their bellies immediately swell and begin the process again, they often scream and cry and beg not to have to repeat process, but the priest continues the exorcism the same, and by the end, the priest finds these people are the ones who seem to be the most earnest in their apologies and promises to not allow evil into their lives again, begging to not fill their bellies again
~ typically multiplies grow one by one, but sometimes they grow all at once, absolutely bloating the bellies of the afflicted, their skin will turn angry and red, the demons battling for room inside the cramped space, deforming their midsections, the afflicted will jerk and moan in so much overwhelming pain, they have to be tied down, arms held to their sides so they do not fail and hurt the priest's aids, their knees wrenched up towards their chest, squeezing around their overfilled tummies, legs held open and hips over stretched, chest lifted so they are in a pseudo-squat position, an optimal birthing position, since they will typically be laboring for days, multiple demons manifesting at once prolongs labor, each demon taking more and more time between each birth
~ traditional families who force the afflicted to labor on hardwood flooring with sigils drawn for protection, they lie flat on their back, bound limbs pulled in all directions, crying in pain from the uncomfortable position, barely able to get enough leverage to push, their stomach violently shaking with every breath they take, desperately, gutturally groaning as they slowly work to push the demon out without any help, bruising their holes from the uncomfortable position, their family gathered in front, watching their sullied hole, the afflicted will strain and scream how much they want this to end, how they want the demon out, how much they are trying, all while their family whispers about their slow progress, gossiping about how much the afflicted must like being pregnant, given how long they are taking to birth the demons
in every one of these exorcisms, no matter the kind of demon or birth, the priest prays over afflicted, summoning demons, the aids tell the afflicted to push, they cry and scream that it hurts, that they want to stop, they will try anything else, but the priest tells them to be strong, do not listen to the demon making them want to quit
most exorcisms last for days, during that time the afflicted will beg and bargain, trying to escape the process, but the priest will continue and the aids will hold the afflicted, allowing their body to labor, the priest is here to cleanse the world of demons, the afflicted are being cleaned through their pain, the demons are being defeated one pregnancy at a time
Imagine being 5'0 and having a small frame and narrow hips and being overdue with your partner's massive baby– your partner's twice your size, 6'6, over 200 pounds, a tall brute. He insists you do not get an induction. All doctors advising a c-cection but your husband strictly refuses and takes you home again. You're going to push his baby out naturally or he'll divorce you. You listen of course, but when you're trying to crown around a 15 pound baby's head, you wish you didn't.
ooooh, what a thought.
your labor stretches on for nearly two days— you've tried clit stim and nip stim and every position under the sun (standing, squatting, kneeling on all fours, a birth stool, the tub), but the baby is simply too big for your pelvis. weeks have passed since your last consultation with a doctor; their last estimate had projected the weight at about 12 pounds, but it feels closer to 14 or 15 now. you must be roughly 43 weeks— your belly protrudes almost grotesquely from your small frame, hanging so low and heavy that it brushes along the tops of your thighs as you grab hold of the bed frame and sway your way through a contraction. you wear only a once oversized tee, which now clings to your belly and hips and barely even hits your thighs.
the slow grind of the head- big, you think frantically, too big, cant do this- passing through your hips is agonizing, and you scream your throat raw as the massive head begins to press down against the tight ring of your cervix. your partner watches you closely, resting his hand on your back as you sink down into a squat, grunting out a small push.
"that's it, baby. there you go." he trails a line of kisses down your sweaty neck, drawing a soft moan from your lips. "that's my good girl. you're working so hard for me, hm? I know, I know, I gave you no choice, but just look at you. you're better than I could have even imagined."
you push for almost 90 minutes before the head finally clears your cervix—it drops into your birth canal in a rush as your water finally breaks, sending blood streaked fluid gushing down your thighs. "fuck," you gasp, your hand flying down between your legs to cushion your bulging cunt. the sheer size of the massive protrusion there makes you feel faint, dizzy with panic at the idea of having to give birth to it. your body simply isn't built for it. "oh god, it's coming. its finally c-comingggg."
you fall to your knees as you bear down, clawing at the fabric of the shirt as you spread your thighs to expose your gaping sex. your partner groans approvingly, positioning himself behind you as you grunt and push. grunt and push. grunt and push. again and again, over and over.
"it's too big!" you howl, sobbing as you cling to the foot post of the bed, nails biting into the wood as you use it to brace your weight on. you've lost track of exactly how long you've been pushing—minutes, hours, days. "just fucking get it out of me!"
"it's coming, baby. it really is." he reaches down between your legs to stroke your folds—your battered pussy is bruised and swollen, and still only beginning to open. the top of the head is barely visible; just a tiny little tear drop shaped sliver that peeks out from behind your furled slit. "youre bulging so much now. you did such a good job growing my baby, sweetheart, and youre going to just as well when you push him out. are you ready to go again for me?"
"nooo," you moan, although you're already sinking back onto your heels as you grit your teeth and shove down hard. you can feel how useless your pushes are, and you cry out in frustration as the lips of your pussy sting and burn but only spread so far. "it's going to rip me a-aparrrrrt!"
"shhhh, baby. shhhh. don't scream- remember to save your energy. im not going to let anything happen to your sweet little pussy, okay? im going to make sure you're all nice and stretched out down here. you just keep breathing, okay? be a good girl and keep up those pushes. low and deep, yeah?"
"low and... deeeep-hnnnnng!"
your vagina gapes open, tissues stretched bloodless and at their absolute limit. now at the 2 hour mark- perhaps even longer; time had all begun to blur together- the baby only sits at a half crown, and you begin pleading for help. anything for relief. anything to stop the burn.
anything to get. it. out.
"okay, baby. okay. we're going to get you up, and we're going to walk. and when you're ready, when that head is nice and low, you're going to lay back, grab those thighs, and you're going to give me a show. I want to see every bit of that cunt. I want to see the moment you shove my child into the world."
he grins to himself as he leans in to lick the shell of your ear. "just imagine what it'll be like next time I pump you full. youll be twice as big. and that will for sure end in a challenge..."
A ragged breath rips from her throat as she rolls her head forward, grunting softly as her next contraction begins to build. Her legs are spread for you, thighs trembling wildly on either side of the bulge of her cunt. No head is visible yet, but her lips begin to gape and spread as her grunts evolve into a small roar, fluid leaking from her hole as she pushes in earnest.
"Ohhhhh," she groans, half delirious. "Oh, its- OH. It's comingggg." Her nails dig into the flesh of her thigh, face screwed up with effort as she pulls her leg further back. Her cunt bulges obscenely around the emerging head and more fluid leaks from her vagina, coating your fingers in slick as you reach forward to slide the pads of them over her folds. The skin is red, hot to the touch, and she whimpers as she thrusts her hips forward.
"Coming," she repeats, vouce clear with intent. And yes, yes it is. Her labia part as she shrieks with effort, exposing the smallest sliver of wet, dark hair. "I- I'm pushing. I'm pushing! I can't stoppppp."
Despite the bulge of the head in her canal, the crown of which has spread her labia to the point of turning her soft folds bloodless and white (oh, the burn must be delicious, if her cries tell you anything about the sensations she's experiencing), her shaking thighs attempt to snap shut, trapping your hand against her cunt. "Mmmmmphhh!" Her chin hits her chest as she pushes again, grinding her sore and swollen clit against your fingers. "'S it- can you- fuck! Oh, fuck. I need it ouuuuuuut."
The vice grip in her belly releases, the sides of it heaving around the shape of the child as she struggles to catch her breath. "So low," she moans quietly, comtinuing to rock her hips. "God, the stretch-."
And... well, fuck. The stretch. The burn. The teardrop shape playing peekaboo behind her lips. You brush your thumb over her clit, inhaling sharply as she whimpers in a way that let's you know she's preparing to push. "Ohhhh, its gonna come. Its coming. Its-." Her words break off rapidly, and the only sound that escapes her is a wild scream as the head surges forward. She makes an attempt to twist away from you, thighs clamped tightly around your hand as she shrieks and struggles to hold the child in.
"MMMMM, FUCK. BURNINGGGG!"
You press against the bulge of her crown, applying the smallest hint of pressure. With a small hiss, she forces her eyes open and turns to you, panting sharply as the child continues its descent. Her eyes are wild and wet with tears, and you appease her with a gentle smile and a soft kiss as you shift closer to pry her legs back open.
Completely naked, spread, and exposed, she hisses and struggles to no avail. The child sits at half crown; her clit is hard and pulsing against the ridge of its skull, and her labia are shiny with amniotic fluid and what you know to be her own arousal. Maybe you'll have a taste, you muse.
As her belly tightens once more and a groan builds in her throat, you shift your hand just slightly to completely cover her rapidly spreading hole. "Oh, you really can't stop, can you baby?" you croon, experiencing a jolt of arousal as the head surges forward against your hand. "Pushing like that? So... uncontrolled?"
"Get it out," she pleads. "I-holy FUCK, I need it out."
You wait a beat. Feel her push. Feel the head slip further out (nearly to the brow bone that time; you can hear the little noises she makes when it grinds against a sweet spot inside) and feel it retreat. Feel her go limp as she slumps back against the edge of the bed behind her, legs falling open as the bulge has become too prominent to deny.
"Oh, baby girl," you murmur, giving her clit one last gentle stroke to invoke a sleepy smile in return. She must think she's close. Poor thing. The size of the head, as well as the yet unseen shoulders, would disagree. "Is it starting up again?"
"Mhm." Roughly 15 seconds later, she hums again, reaching down to pull her legs back once more. "Mmmmm, here it comes. Oh, its gonna be out soon."
You beg to differ, but you don't dare tell her so.
Another push begins with a ragged scream that rises from the depth of her chest. "ffffFFFFUCK GET IT OUT. I WANT IT OUT."
"Then push," you command. "Be a good girl, and push."
there should be a part of birth before crowning where the baby's head is all the way down but the parent's cunt isn't opening up yet so it just visibly bulges out for a while as they start preparing to stretch
Delicate elf pregnant with a human baby. Their body is on elf time and their baby is growing on human time. It’s jarring for them going through a whole pregnancy in only 9 months, but they manage.
Then they realize it doesn’t end at nine months.
The full term baby inside continues to grow undeterred at human pace. The baby just won’t come out until their body deems it time, regardless of how big it gets.
Ive been thinking a lot about what it must be like to have an ovipositer lately..
I think about having those eggs in me, just enough to give me a little bump. Maybe golfball sized yknow, something not too big but noticeable. Id definitely rub my little baby belly a lot. And of course id need someone to lay my eggs into! The closer it got to being time the more urgent the need is until im feeling the cramping and contracting of the little egg pouch inside me.. if im lucky someone is letting me use them as an incubator, holding my hand and coaching me through laying.
"Breathe.. now push, puppy, push!" Encouraging me as i grunt and moan the first egg out of me and into them, the next not far behind and already filling my ovipositor..
think about what it'd be like to be giving birth to a 30 lb baby. the fear as it descends down your birth canal, knowing that you're in for a very bad time trying to crown it. the burning stretch that comes before the head even comes out very far. opening your legs as wide as you can, afraid it won't fit. begging for help when it inevitably gets stuck on its way out.
