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any pronouns // 20s // minors DNI // pregnancy + birth + breeding // open to RP // switch

[dystocious]

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Welcome! This is a NSFW kink blog, so minors and ageless blogs please DNI. I'm just out here doing my own thing and hoping to talk to people that share my interests :)

Kink List:

Yay:

Birth:

public, ritual, difficult, long, dystocial, denial, monster, tearing, hyper, forced, constant, simultaneous, stuck, horror

Pregnancy:

forced, rapid, permanent, oviposition, tmpreg, nbpreg, multiples, immobility

General:

breeding, torture, lactation, milking, noncon, detrans, force fem, restraints, suspension, medical, captivity, labour

Nay:

watersports, fluff, non-vaginal births, food play, pleasurable birth, scat, vomiting

Disclaimers:

Everything on this blog is purely fantasy and does not reflect my real life views.

If I miss any tags, feel free to tell me and I will fix them. I'll try to stay on top of them, though!

This blog is 100% trans. All posts are ftm or ftnb unless otherwise specified

Interaction Rules:

Both asks and DMS are welcome, as is roleplay

Feel free to engage with my posts however you wish

I am comfortable in either role, pure trans switch here

[shockspectrum]

top who loves how tight your pussy is and you think it's just because they like the way it feels to fuck you but eventually you find out it's because they keep imagining how hard birth will be for you

[dead-namer]

Fantasising about being a pet you use to keep your girls in line.

Being made to crawl around the house on all fours, bare and ready for your use no matter the time. Sleeping on the floor while you tell the girl in your bed that she'll end up like me if she doesn't behave, gagged and plugged and forced to move on her elbows and knees.

The drugs you give to your girls to make them lactate have been tested on me first, leaving me with heavy, swollen udders that swing when you pound into me. You punish my pussy with slaps when I inevitably leak milk onto your carpet. You cane my long nipples until they bruise and then strap me into a milking machine for hours on end.

Unlike your good girls, I am not afforded the luxury of medicated births. I carry low and heavy for you, hips displaced by your children. When it is finally time for me to put my womb to use, you have your girls watch as a warning. They know that, should they insist that they are anything but future mothers, you will break them in as you have me. They go quiet as they watch me scream and push around the babies you have so generously filled me with. They watch me thank you through sobs for making me into what I'm supposed to be.

-🍮

Wow..I love that you fantasize about being a cautionary example of what happens to girls who disobey me or fail to please me. I can see that you have put a lot of thought into this fantasy of yours

My only question is this...

Are you hoping that someone slips up and takes your place or would you be happier as breeding stock kept on all fours?

[ravens-a-whore3]

ugh need to hear the most detailed, in depth description of how you want to breed me

[sadisticmidwifesblog]

When you are birthing for me, I want you to be tell me how much it hurts, and how hard it is, tell me that you are going to rip open, and you can't push anymore.

I want to see your belly tighten with each contraction and listening to you groan and beg for relief

[lightsoutbabw]

An egg that grows so heavy overnight that why you stand and it shifts the tip drops down to spear the cervix open suddenly…

[dystocious]

Hello! I was wondering if you’d be up for some roleplaying perhaps? I do have an idea if you’d be interested!

I would!

[dystocious]

Hi its me!! That one anon who sent the whole demonic creature birthing ask-- I was curious whether you were accepting roleplay partners or just. People to chat with about birth? No pressure if not. Hope you're doing well.

Hello! I am open to both roleplaying and chatting 💪💪 I am deep in the uni grind at the moment so my free time is more sporadic than it once was, but I'm always happy to talk :')

[dystocious]

I recently came across a post you reblogged about being captured by cultists and forced to birth something unholy, and it made me think of a couple fun/painful additions to the situation.

Maybe whatever you're birthing is their demonic creature of worship. It's huge and bony, with big horns, protrusions on its spine, bony/leathery wings, sharply hooved goat legs, and a wildly thrashing tail. The birthing process is incredibly difficult, and the cultists have likely tried to get other people to birth their god. All before you have failed to bring it into the world.

You're put on display for the whole cult to see when you start having contractions, but receive no help from a majority of them. They believe your anguish and struggle will motivate the god to emerge from your stretched cunt, so they won't intervene. The only people allowed to touch you are high ranking officials, who rub oil on your opening to get the thing to spread you faster, and maybe they even force your pussy lips apart with their fingers in an attempt to get you to stretch more.

Maybe you tear. Maybe, by some miracle, you don't. It makes no difference, you will suffer either way. The tips of the thing's horns are bruising your insides as they force your body open-- You haven't even gotten to its head and it's already agonizing. Your pain is just beginning, and already, it is unbearable.

There is nothing to do but keep pushing, and hope this thing doesn't get stuck for too long.

Ugh your mind 🤝 you get it

They put me on a bloodied altar that has seen many a failed birth, chaining my legs apart so I cannot close them and hinder the arrival of their god.

They watch as I strain and writhe for days on end, throat screamed to silence hours ago as the first of the thing's horns bruised open my cervix.

Inevitably, their god spends some hours trapped in my pelvis, the bowl of it too small to pass their head, let alone their broad shoulders, wings, and muscular goat body.

Maybe the cult officials deem me another failure, leaving me with their god barely birthed as I labour fruitlessly until the end of my days. Maybe they chain my legs up and back, encouraging the slow, agonising widening of my pelvis until my body finally begins pushing out their god's enormous skull. Maybe they get impatient and let their god crack my hips open and drag itself from my ruined body.

If I somehow survive, well... a god needs heirs, it needs a court and an army. And what better place to grow them than the womb that had managed to carry and birth the god themselves? What better audience than their loyal followers, who will keep me chained and displayed as I swell their numbers day by day?

[tumadmirer]

Pregnancy cults.

Robed figures praying to some dark deity, hands clasped together in prayer over their swollen bumps. The focus of their chanting? Their leader standing on a stage before an altar, their own belly easily dwarfing the others of their congregation.

They lead on about some great being who has placed their progeny in their womb. As they speak, ripples of contractions grip their belly, met with angry kicks that give the leader pause. They rub their belly to quell the movements before stripping bare, showing their nude body to the onlookers. Their belly is marred with stretchmarks as the unholy spawn warps the reddened surface further.

Not long after, their water breaks, crimson as blood. They crawl onto the stone altar and stay in a pose on their hands and knees, giving birth under a crimson moon as full as their womb. Slowly, push by push, they part open their legs and release a monster that screams an inhuman noise even before leaving the confines of their parent's uterus.

I dunno, this just sounded really sexy and Halloween-ish. Inhuman births are awesome.

[forcedbreeding]

my ideal birth would be a 20lb+ baby, a long labor lasting days, unusually strong painful contractions and any complications possible. also at home so nobody can even help me and there’s no relief. i’d also love to be dry fucked in the ass during it by a dom that doesn’t care how much pain i’m in.

[crookedsuits]

would you like to see more art from my partner?

[bestlittlebunny]

My body is literally aching to be filled with your babies. I want to feel my womb stretching tight around them. I want to feel them wiggling and squirming, testing the boundaries of their temporary home. I want to feel my skin smooth and tight. I want to feel my breasts engorged and aching, dripping ever so slightly. I want my pussy to be swollen and needy. Ugh, my god I need to be bred.

[spiderwell]

Experimental breeding program where scientists are creating new cross-breed species for research. They use human-incubators to speed up the breeding process, a live environment the scientists can control. The breeders are strapped into cages, their holes and belly exposed for the scientists. When they breed the new species, they can directly inseminate into the breeder's holes and watch the impregnation process through an ultrasound.

Research is slow because the funding restrictions require that three specimens must be successfully birthed from at lease two different breeders before the scientists can submit a potential new species for study. The breeders are used 24/7, the scientists finding ways to staff the lab during overnight when breeders will be due to give birth and will need immediate re-insemination.

Between two different breeders, they will often birth 4-5 identical species, but one or two will be genetically 1% different from the others, forcing the scientists to start over again. The new species has to be able to be reliability replicated.

The breeders can take it. They know no difference and only know birth from their positions in their lab cages. Their bellies swell and then empty, their holes are efficiently pumped with a fertilized species, then left alone for weeks and weeks, until they are tortured open by the massive stretch of a new species. They cycle then starts over again. Once a month, they birth something they will never see, their lives in the darkness of the cages they are strapped into.

[its-crowning]

impending birth reflecting feelings of impending doom. feeling your belly drop, the baby getting lower, hips aching...being so, so scared of what has to happen. wanting it out--it's so heavy--but also praying that it stays in, for just one more day. putting yourself on bedrest, trying to delay the inevitable, when you feel that first practice contraction. knowing that the longer you wait, the bigger it gets, but trying to put it off anyway.

[ickykittybaby]

Kidnap me and rape a baby into me!!!!!! Force me to carry your child!!!! Make me give birth at home with only you there!!!!!! Keep me forever in a cycle of being pregnant and birthing!!!!!!

[boyrth]

i need a gravid boy spread over my lap. straddling my thighs facing me, his huge stomach pressing into mine and obstructing the view of his cunt desperately trying to crown the massive baby i fucked into him. i’d feel his stomach tensing, turning rock hard against mine paired with his desperate whining and grunting as he beared down into my lap.

i’d touch him sparingly and let him do most of the work. i’d reach around and touch his ass, feel it bulge and part as the rotund head of our child would fill his pelvis so completely it wouldn’t spare bulging his perineum or asshole. his thighs would shake against mine as he pushed, but it would take him hours to even get our child to crown.

i’d grab his hips to help straighten them as he’d try to force the head down and out. his back would arch and flex as he would heave and heave. he’d gasp out after every violent push and cry for me to help him.