I think the hottest part about pregnancy is how much of a mark it leaves on your body. Your hip bones literally widen to make it easier to push a baby through, you gain a pretty substantial ammount of weight all around your hips and thighs and ass. Your belly rounding out enough it is a struggle to even walk. You are optimized to just sit there & grow a child, Your breasts aching & swelling...
You don't even have to want it really. The female body is optimized for childbirth, and not for any of your actual wants/desires. A random mans sperm has more agency over your body then you do. Even if you hate every part there is nothing you can do to stop it after a certain point. You have to watch yourself swell up day by day. Watching as none of your pants button. How things start to strain around your chest. How everything keeps riding up and exposing your tummy. How your walk gradually turns to a waddle. Having to hold your hands on your back, moaning & panting W/ exertion at pretty simple tasks.
There is no way you come out of it W/o looking like a mother, once your body develops the extra ducts in your chest it becomes really simple to reactivate your ability to lactate after already being pregnant once. Your hips so much wider then before. The female body yearns for the cycle of being pregnant again and again
One thing I like about knocking a girl up is just how revealing it is. Everybody looks at you and imagines a man shooting his cum right against your womb. Imagine you, stupid and ovulating and hormonal, back arching, your legs wrapping around my pelvis and begging to get pregnant. It's the first thing anyone sees and thinks about you. The reason you're waddling around W/ your shirts riding up exposing a little sliver of underbelly regardless of how often you tug them down is *because* you spread your legs for me.
I think my favorite is imagining my little sister visiting me from out of state, and then it being glaringly obvious by the visable movement of her womb and her due date that she couldn't help getting fucked and filled W/ her own brothers sperm and getting pregnant W/ my twins on her little trip
you have to go in for your first pap smear, youre in the waiting room at the obgyn and the other women there side eye you, wondering what a man like you is doing at the womenās clinic. you lose yourself in your phone, pretending not to notice.
Your name is called, your deadname. you still havenāt changed it with the clinic because itās just ātoo much workā
the other girls there are confused when you stand up, you pretend not to notice and follow the nurse to the back. She gives you a cup to pee in and points to a restroom, the womenās restroom. You donāt ask for the menās room, everyone here already knows you have a pussy hiding between your legs.
You piss in the cup and are directed into a waiting room, told to undress from the waist down and put on a thin paper cover. the doctor will be in soon.
He enters, and tells you to lean back and put your feet on the stirrups, you struggle to find them so he takes your ankles and places them where theyāre meant to go, legs spread apart and your shy little pussy on display. but heās just a doctor, heās seen this loads of times, and even though youāre a boy, youāre cunt functions exactly like the other women in the waiting room.
you feel straps around your ankles and hear two little clicks as they lock into place, next you feel a bar positioned between your knees and strapped into place. you realize you canāt close your legs even if you wanted to, maybe it would mess up the pap smear if you flinched. you donāt say anything.
he tells you to relax, and you feel his fingers graze your enlarged clit. when you flinch he gives you a look, not angry but disciplinary, like a teacher catching you talking in class. you make yourself relax. His fingers return to your cunt, this time spreading apart your lips as he stares. You swear you can feel his heavy gaze inspecting your folds, you want to hide your delicate pussy but the bar at your knees quickly corrects you.
the doctor puts lube on the speculum, warning you that itāll be cold before pushing it in. you havenāt had anything inside of you in a long time, and hadnāt expected it to slide in so quickly. he tells you youāre doing well, tells you to relax as he cranks the tool open. you flinch, he reminds you to breathe. you can feel things prodding inside of your exposed walls, but soon enough he slides the speculum out.
āthereās something we need to addressā he doesnāt sound pleased, and you worry that something is wrong with your health. maybe you even hope for cancer in your uterus, hope that you can get it removed without having to convince your insurance. āyou arenāt pregnantā
you blink at him, confused. he keeps going āand you have a very fertile and healthy wombā
āi donāt want kidsā you blurt out. but itās like he doesnāt even hear you āwe can of course fix this here, your insurance will be more than happy to cover the cost for youā you hear his belt
āno i donāt want kids, I donāt need any fertility medicationā
you try to move your legs, then quickly realize the ankle straps and knee bar are not going to let that happen āitās much easier when the patient doesnāt struggleā He lubes up his cock, you canāt see it over the paper blanket but the way has hand works himself makes you realize whatās going to happen to you.
then you feel him up against your entrance, his thick head sliding up and down that slit. over your t-dick clit, back over your wet and loosened vaginal hole. Youāre so deep in shock you donāt even get a word out before he dips inside. shallow for now, getting you stretched to him.
ādoctor-ā he shushes you, then pushes another inch. soon heās thrusting his full length into you, a gentle but consistent rhythm. he changes the angle and you cry out, and to anyone else it wouldāve sounded like a moan but you tell yourself it was a cry. But this new angle allows his tip to dig into that spot inside of you, and eventually you canāt even lie to yourself that you arenāt moaning.
his motions get faster, more sporadic and he starts mumbling āgonna breed you, gonna breed this little boy pussy, gonna make you a mommyā You feel his hot, fertile seed shoot into you as he shoves his cock as deep as itāll go.
You realize you were crying, your cheeks wet.
āgood job, you took the treatment very wellā¦ good thing since youāll have to continue this treatment everyday for the next month, to ensure proper breeding.
OHHHHH ANON YOUR MINDā¦ you are speaking my language AUGH. Love me a huge overdue baby causing problems <333
Link to the birth denial request game!! Please generous people of birth tumblr, send me some more requests PLEASE THESE ARE SO HOT I'VE CUM FROM BOTH FICS I'VE WRITTEN SO FAR
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Julie gasped loudly as another contraction rippled through her, her hand flying to grip at her tight, gravid stomach. She'd been contracting for a few hours now, the massive head of her baby stuck inside of her birth canal, unmoving despite her desperate pushing. The sheer size of it alone caused her perineum to bulge out and flush her labia red ā at least according to her wife, Anna, who sat between her legs, watching eagerly.
They both knew this was an incredibly risky birth- the baby was in a bad position, posterior she thought it was called? No matter the case, it had already been causing her excruciating, screaming levels of pain despite being nowhere near a full crown by any means. Not to mention it was well over 10 pounds, thanks to Anna keeping her at home and talking her out of going to the hospital to get induced when it was "safer".
Now, she was well past 41 weeks, and she felt every single one weigh down upon her as her world began to focus solely on the baby that was stretching out her poor cunt. Fluid dribbled down as she pushed, a loud scream pulling from her throat as the baby barely moved an inch forward, "FUCK-" She cried out, "HhhhnnnGH!!!"
Her fingers clutched the chair tightly as she tried to focus all her energy on pushing downwards. The deep, heavy pressure and the pain flaring through her was the only thing she could really focus on though. She just wanted this damn baby out! She knew it wouldn't be that simple though, not by a long shot.
"Just like that, come on." Anna instructed, her voice almost condescending as she watched. "Just grit your teeth and push. You know what you're doing." It wasn't quite praise, but Julie would take it as she tucked her chin and pushed, ripping another pained scream out of her.
"AGHHHH- ITS STUCK-" "It's not stuck, baby. You're just not trying hard enough." Anna cut her off before she could continue, making Julie let out a broken sob as she collapsed against the chair, panting harshly. "I am! I swear I am-"
"Really? Then push harder." Anna rolled her eyes, although they both knew she was secrely loving this. She loved seeing Julie like this, spread wide open for her, her whole world narrowed down to the pain in her poor stretched cunt. This was everything to Anna, and she already knew she needed to get her in this position again.
Julie gasped as she felt her cunt begin to burn, a shriek pulling itself from her throat as she threw her head back. "Holy FUCK its so big!" She cried out, "It BURNS!"
"Oh I know.." Anna hummed, her tone extremely condescending now as she watched the baby begin to emerge, Julie's cunt forming a teardrop shape around its head as she pushed. "Would you look at that, you're crowning."
Blood and fluids dripped around the babys head as Julie pushed, screams and cries tearing itself from her increasingly raw throat. "GETITOUTOFME!" She screamed, thrashing as the baby emerged to the worst of the crown, the burning flaring through her like a hot coal was pressed to her vagina.
"I won't be doing anything. You're the one knocked up with a 10 pound baby right now." Anna reminded her.
A loud cry left Julie as the posterior head finally emerged, Anna's gloved hand moving to hold it as she trembled. "The heads out." Anna commented, glancing up at Julie as she prepared to push once more.
A shrill shriek, louder than the rest, left Julie as she pushed again, her legs thrashing wildly as she tried desperately to get the shoulders out. Something was wrong though- she could feel the baby stuck in her cunt, unable to move past something inside her. The doctors had said this was a possibility- and now it was her reality, her babys shoulder was stuck against her pelvic bone with nowhere to go.
"FUCKFUCK- ANNA IT'S STUCK!" She screamed, trying desperately to push even just a little further, only to no avail other than causing her more miserable pain.
Anna hummed as she stared, "I guess we'll just have to push this baby back in and try again now, won't we?" She shrugged, not waiting for Julie's response before beginning the slow process of pushing the baby back inside Julies raw, swollen cunt.
The scream that Julie let out was nothing like Anna had ever heard before. "STOPSTOPSTOP NO PLEASE GOD NO- IT HURTS ANNA, IT HURTS!" She shrieked as though she was a banshee, her legs flailing and her hips bucking, trying to get Anna to stop what she was doing. "This is for your own good and the baby's. All you're going to do with that fruitless-" She used her other hand to catch one of Julie's legs glaring at her. "Pushing, is break the babys shoulder or your pelvis. Now if you kick me one more fucking time-"
Anna didn't get the words out before she was kicked again, making her scowl. "You're being a damn brat right now. Weren't you listening to me!?" She snapped, her irritation clear. She wasn't going to be gentle anymore- she shoved hard on the baby's head, forcing it deep inside very rapidly, pulling another ear-aching shriek out of Julie as she sobbed from the pain.
"ANNA STOP!" She screamed out, "PLEASE STOP NO-" Anna ignored Julie as she pushed the baby all the way back up, past her cervix and into her womb, effectively undoing everything Julie had managed to do in the last few hours.
"You want this, don't lie to me!" She spat, "Now you're gonna push this brat out again and do it right this time! I'm tying your damn legs down too, so you don't go kicking me again." Anna rose to her feet, walking over to the nightstand to grab the rope.
And much to Julies dismay- Anna was right. Julie couldn't help but love the power Anna had over her, so much so that she could undo everything she'd worked so painstakingly hard to do. Even if it meant she was in a world of agony, her cunt and ruined canal on fire and twitching uselessly. She couldn't help but love it- and god it made her wet beyond just the birthing fluids and blood that dripped out of her.
Anna came back and tied her legs down to the chair, making sure they were tight and almost unforgiving in their grip. She wanted to be sure she wouldn't dare try and kick her again.
"Now, try again." Anna instructed plainly, sitting back down on the floor to watch the do-over she'd so graciously given her.
This unfortunate reality happened to Julie two more times, her poor body having failed to manuever the baby in such a way that she could push it past her pelvic bone. And god- she hated how much she loved all of it.
Now, they were on her fourth attempt, the baby's head back at a near full crown in her bulging cunt. She was loose now, well stretched out over having to give birth to the same baby 4 times now.
"Baby PLEASE I need to give birth-" Julie pled, her voice weak as she pushed, desperately wanting the baby out of her- and, selfishly, wanting to finish. She could feel it slowly building this whole time, and she knew she was about to burst- and god she wanted to burst around the body of her baby.
Anna, who was holding the head of their baby in place, not letting it move further, just simply glanced up. "Have you earned it?" She asked plainly, being met with an overenthusiastic nod and a loud, "YES! I have, I've been so good- Please let me give birth, it hurts so bad!"
"I know it hurts, thats the whole point of birth. It's not supposed to be pleasant." Anna huffed, "But fine. Just let me have my fun for a few more minutes. It'll be another 9 months before you're doing this for me again, I want to savor this."
Anna bobbed the head in and out of Julie's entrance, almost pulling on it and forcing the skin tighter around it, almost like a drum head, before pushing it back in a few inches, allowing it to nearly go flat. Julie was in a mixture of heaven and hell, pain flaring through her like she was the violin Anna was winding tighter and tighter, bringing her closer to that peak she so desperately wanted.
Finally, Anna let it rest back in the position it had been, "If the shoulder gets stuck again, I'll be pushing on your stomach to get it out. No arguments." Anna demanded, waiting until Julie nodded furiously before tugging her hand away, gesturing for her to continue.
Julie pushed hard, a prolonged scream ripping itself from her as she desperately attempted to finally get this baby OUT! The head emerged bordering on easily, slipping back out just as it had done in earlier attempts. It was time for the shoulders.
Julie pushed once- twice, before they finally gave, a sob-filled cry of relief as the baby finally descended further. She could feel her climax drawing near thanks to the way the baby pushed out her clit from the inside, stimulating it in an awful, painful-pleasure filled way.
One last push, and Julie was done, her climax hitting her like a brick wall and causing her to squirt so hard, the baby shot out of her, Anna barely able to catch it in time as Julie's eyes rolled back. Her entrance spasmed as her climax lasted for almost 30 seconds, before she finally slumped in the chair, panting harshly as she stared weakly at their baby.
"You did quite well- I can't wait to see how well you do again in another 9 months." Anna hummed, a sadistic smile appearing on her face at the fearful noise that left Julie.
Despite all of that however, Julie knew she'd happily do this again with no complaint.
I just remembered an idea I had a while ago about a future where they invented a permapreg system that would create robots in the womb. It was marketed towards middle aged people who already had a few kids as entertainment, birth control, and a good side hustle all at the same time. Once inserted, the owner of the device could control the progression of the āpregnancyā, how many robots were being made at a time, and pretty much all facets of the experience. The robots would be fully functional at birth and could either be kept as servants or sold to other people or back to the manufacturer of the device. It was easy to insert too. You just inserted a little pill into the vagina. It could even create an artificial womb for people without one.
Of course I also thought of a scenario in which a man inserted one into his partner without their knowledge. As the partner starts to notice changes in their body, they go to the doctor to figure out why. The doctor informs them that they āve had a permapreg system installed. They immediately freak out and guess what happened. They ask the doctor to remove it. The doctor says he needs permission from the deviceās owner to do so. They are not the deviceās owner. Their boyfriend is.
They go home and immediately get into a fight with their boyfriend. They want to break up with him. They canāt believe he would do this without their consent. They tell him theyāre going right back to the doctor together to get it removed. The boyfriend laughs. āNo way. Youāre keeping it. You can break up with me if you want. But you should remember who has control of your womb..ā He threatens. They try to storm out the door anyway. Immediately their stomach starts growing. Their belly quickly rounds out and expands, angry red stretch marks covering the surface. They can feel the movement of multiple robots squirming in their womb, meant to simulate a real pregnancy. They moan and brace themselves against the door frame.
āI think Iāll keep you like this for a while. What do you think? If youāre good, Iāll let you give birth in maybe a month or so. Youāre not gonna get very far with a big belly like that, so you might as well just stay here. Weāll sell the robots when youāre done. Itāll make up for you being unable to work. And of course, youāll owe me for covering the rent and utilities tooā¦ā
What if one day your owner got mad at you and tied you outside? There wouldnāt be much that a cute little puppy boy like you could do if a big, mean stray dog came along and decided he wanted to put a litter in you.
(Saw you wanted asks. Hope this inspires you!)
God that would be my actual dream šµāš« No one to help me, no where to run. Such an easy target for a stray to pin down to breed full. When my owner finally lets me back inside Iāll already be rounding out with pups, so Iāll just be put back outside again for letting this happen. Only to be filled again after my first litter
Need to be bred like an animal. Keep track of my ovulation to know when the best time to pump me full of cum. Starting the day with a pillow under my hips getting bred and ending it in doggy pussy dripping with load after load
Knocking up a cute innocent bunny sub but not letting them know whatās happening to their body and why their tummy is getting so big- and then their tits get huge as well and start leaking, but you tell them thatās just normal!
When they go into labor, they come to you whining and sobbing because their tummy hurts and they donāt understand. You just shush them softly and sit them on the biggest dildo you have, telling them itāll help, keeping everything nice inside while stroking their cute, fluffy ears that twitch with every painful contraction that wrecks their sweet little cunt.
Only when theyāre crying in hysterics from the pain of their contractions will you let them off the toy and finally give birth to that āstomach acheā theyāve had for months.
Only for you to repeat the cycle and get them pregnant with more babies this time <3
i wish pregnancy pacts were like...magically binding contracts. I wish they forged permanent, life-long connections between your wombs.
you make the pact young, probably in middle school or high school, that's when most pregnancy pacts are forged. at a sleepover, you and your friends make a promise that when one of you gets pregnant, the rest will too. you're all young, you don't know any better, the only thing you're thinking about is how fun it would be to have babies at the same time as your friends. it seems like a great idea, none of you will ever have to go through pregnancy alone. you giggle about it a bit, fantasize about what it would be like, discuss baby names, but don't really put much stock in it. pretty soon, you've forgotten all about it.
years down the line, after you've all grown up and mostly gone your separate ways, and you see that one of them has made a pregnancy announcement on social media. you leave a comment congratulating her, and move on with your life. a few weeks later, another posts the same thing. funny coincidence, that two of your old friends ended up pregnant at the same time. you congratulate them and move on. not even a full week after that, two more have announced their own pregnancies, and it doesn't really feel like a coincidence anymore. come to think of it, you've been feeling pretty exhausted lately, your cycle is definitely more than a few weeks late, and that stubborn bloating at the base of your stomach just won't go down.
turns out it doesn't matter what kind of birth control you use, or how careful you are. it doesn't even matter if you never have sex. if one womb in the pact is seeded, the rest are too. it only takes one of you being careless, or selfish, or even unwillingly impregnated, and the rest of you are stuck growing round with child alongside them. There's no way to prevent it, no way to reverse the pact.
you reconnect with all of them and form a group chat to compare bump photos, cycles, and due dates. trying to make the most of a bad situation, you set up maternity photoshoots and schedule sleepovers and spa days. it takes a while to get everyone on board, but eventually you do, though with varying degrees of excitement. you're hoping you can all at least enjoy your pregnancies together like you originally planned when you made the pact at that sleepover all those years ago.
maybe you all go into labor at the same time too, at one of your many sleepovers. or maybe your labors are staggered but you'll always give birth at the same time, so one of you might be left laboring for days while the others nervously wait for their own contractions to hit. either way, you get to share the experience with all of your friends, just like you wanted all those years ago.
for a while, it's nice. fun, even.
but when you're several babies deep, each of you overworked and exhausted, that one friend who "doesn't believe in birth control" sends a photo of her most recent ultrasound to the group chat. your phone explodes with furious texts as everyone berates her for getting you all pregnant again, when you're still recovering from the last baby, but you can only stare in horror at the sight of three distinct shapes on the ultrasound.
top who's completely lost the ability to speak coherently and is continuously groaning and gasping while they're fucking into the hole beneath them + chatty bottom who can't shut up about how good it feels being stretched out and please fuck them faster and harder until they can't walk anymore please
For the prompt "I know it hurts, but you have to push." Thinking about someone who takes a long time to crown because they cant push through the burning and keep screaming about how much it hurts to push.
They've been stuck at the point of almost crowning for about two hours nowā the absolutely massive head sits wedged and unmoving in their birth canal, bulging out their perineum and the structure of their cunt with its obscene size. The lips of their labia are an angry shade of red, gaping and dribbling fluid down their thighs each time they attempt to push.
But as soon as their tissues begin to stretch around the width of the skull barreling down through their cervix, they lose control of the push, and the game of 'out-in-out-back in again' they're waging with the crown starts all over again.
"Oooooh, its coming," they grunt. They shove up onto their elbows, pressing their chin to their chest as they grit their teeth and bear down. "Aghhhhhh!" Their cunt continues to bulge as they push with all of their strength. "Hnnnng, it hurts! My pussy burns!"
"Come on!" you command harshly, peering between their legs. Their furled slit has opened just slightly, giving you a small, brief glimpse of a few wisps of wet, dark hair. "Don't give up. Keep pushing!"
They wail and thrash their head from side to side, thighs snapping closed as the head slips back up into their tortured canal. "I cant!" they sob, legs shaking with effort as they attempt to hold the baby inside of them. "It hurts so b-bad. It-mmmmmph, it burns!"
"I know it hurts," you assure them, running your hand over their flank as you lean in to press a kiss to their sweaty forehead. "But you're only making it harder on yourself, baby. You need to push." You reach down between their legs, gently shushing their cries of protests as you make space. Their lower belly spasms as the head surges forward once more, earning a frantic, shrill scream in response. "Save your energy," you tell them firmly. "Use all of that to get this baby out."
They scream again, a deep shrill roar that rises from their chest as they throw their head back. "Let me go!' they yell, overwhelmed as the head begins to push their labia into a yawning teardrop, clit pulsing above the emerging skull. "Fuck, its burning! I'm ripping! I'm gonna tear ap-pa-rrrrrt! Hrrrrrrg!"
They continue to thrash and scream as they strain, working equally as hard to shove the baby out of their battered hole as they are to try to keep it inside. "ohmygodmakeitstopppppp!"
"It needs to come out, baby!" You watch the head peak-a-boo, groaning in frustration as your partner once again wrenchs free and snaps their legs closes.
"Hurts," they whine, panting for breath as they fall back against the pillows. "I can't take the pain. I didnt... didn't think it would be like this. Iāohhhh, nooooo." Their breath catches, belly going taut as it squeezes down around their contracting womb. "Mmmm, its coming. Ooooh, fuck. Oooooh." Their feet scrabble at the damp sheets as instinct overwhelms them and they push, cunt bulging wide until it pushes their thighs apart. "Its in my pussy! Ooh, my poor pussy!"
Taking advantage of their distraction, you lean over them and take them into your arms, pulling them into a kneeling position. Between their legs, the head surges from just barely visible to fully crowning with the help of gravity, and they scream and sob hysterically. "Holyfuck, my cuntttt. Oh, my cunt. It burns! Its gonna tear me!" They continue to babble as you reach down to cup the emerging head, pressing your thumb against their clit.
"Push!" you bellow over them, shoving your knee in-between theirs to hold them open as they howl and screech, leaking blood and fluid as the large, extremely overdue head painstakingly inches its way out. "Here it comes! Get it out, baby!"
"Nnnnnuggghhhh!"
"It's past the crown!" The posterior head has finally begun to show itself. You continue to provide counter pressure to your partner's clit as they bear down, veins popping and skin turning bright red as they shriek about feeling their pussy tear. "Go, go, GO! Keeping fucking pushing!"
"MmmmmphGOD!" The stretched ring of their vagaina has gone shock white, bloodless and gaping around the overdue infant. Its brows. Its nose. Its chin. "Coming outtttnnnngh-holy fuckkkkk! I'm gonna split in half!"
I have always had an overwhelming urge to mark my partner, to stake my claim as the winner of her heart and devotion. My dream last night comes to my mind in flashes, of her heavy weight in my arms, an enormous pregnant belly pressed between us as I held her against our bedroom wall. I can almost feel her plush, full hips give way under my hands, me desperately grabbing at her hips and ass. The wetness leaking from between her legs and from her engorged milky teats.
I start by replacing her birth control pills with placebos and lacing her meals with fertility drugs. I alternate between different herbs, medications, and hormones that will put her reproductive system into overdrive. She loves when I cook for her, and these meals are no different. She swallows every bite, thanking me profusely and requesting I do this every day. For her, I would do anything.
When my ovulation app tells me that she is most fertile, I carefully prepare a condom with imperceptible holes.
She is wild with desire, and has soaked through her underwear. As she pushes me into our bed and straddles one of my legs I can feel the wet heat of her against my thigh.
āPlease, baby,ā she breathes against my neck, āI need you inside of me.ā
That night, I come quickly into the tampered condom, overcome with how gorgeous she is like this. How the desperation makes her even more attractive to me. She grabs my face as I pull out. Her eyes stare darkly into mine and she confesses what she needs.
āI want to feel you tonight. No barriers.ā
I had never felt more turned on by my soon-to-be-wife. I flip her over, already hard again at the thought of finishing inside of her, unfettered. I settle myself between her legs, spreading them wide so I can get as deep inside of her as possible. She lets out a loud, half-choked moan at the first slow thrust that makes me feel crazed with lust. My hips instinctively snap back and then forward, driving into her like an animal, setting a rapid pace that she eagerly matches. Her hips grind up into mine, desperate for my fervor.
My lips find her neck, sucking and biting in a way that brand her as mine. Her entire body shakes with her building orgasm. When she comes I canāt resist following, the tightening of her around me drawing my sperm deep into her womb.
I could only imagine it, her womb right then, releasing her eggs for me to fertilize. Me and her body are on the same team, driven to blow her up huge with babies as quickly as possible. This is my most intense fantasy come true, and I now feel aftershocks ripple through me and release more and more come deep inside her.
I ease out of her and begin cleaning her with my mouth. I use my fingers to push my seed deeper inside of her as my tongue and lips gently press, slide, and suck her clit. She comes twice like that, giving her womb all the time it needs to fertilize as many eggs as it can. How many babies did I just fuck into her? I wonder idly.
I fall asleep that night cuddled up behind her, both of my arms wrapped tightly with one hand placed reverently over her stomach. God, I couldnāt wait for the rest of our lives together.
Sometimes I wish you could feel exactly the moment an egg is fertilized in you- like imagine you can feel when the sperm hits the egg. The womb heats up a little an feels fuzzy, feeling food in all the right spots. Maybe itās a little painful for a moment but way more pleasant High afterwards,,,
imagine trying to deny to your partner/owner that your not shaking and moaningfrom feeling their cum flood your pussy and knocking you up as he fucks back his load into your weeping gushing cunt- no your not pregnant that was just a cramp! A cramp and the hardest orgasm if your life- and your totally not clenching around their dick so hard because your cumming from becoming a mommy- your partner was just being unfair!!
But when the next weeks pass and your belly has grown and your tits are so sensitive and sore, your hips are getting bigger ,it gets really hard to deny it anymore. And your partner likes to rub it in your face by always holding your belly or playing with your tits
Iāll keep saying it til Iām dead felt fertilization/conception is HOOOOOOT. I think we need a better term for it though. I like to think of it as like an electric buzz feeling when the sperm fertilizes the egg, but I think a hot flash that makes your womb clench as the egg implants itself is good too. God I love this stuff soooo much I think the concept above I a good twist on it too. Them trying to deny it despite cumming at the feeling of their egg(s) being fertilized as you fill their womb with your cumš„°
Sometimes I wish you could feel exactly the moment an egg is fertilized in you- like imagine you can feel when the sperm hits the egg. The womb heats up a little an feels fuzzy, feeling food in all the right spots. Maybe itās a little painful for a moment but way more pleasant High afterwards,,,
imagine trying to deny to your partner/owner that your not shaking and moaningfrom feeling their cum flood your pussy and knocking you up as he fucks back his load into your weeping gushing cunt- no your not pregnant that was just a cramp! A cramp and the hardest orgasm if your life- and your totally not clenching around their dick so hard because your cumming from becoming a mommy- your partner was just being unfair!!
But when the next weeks pass and your belly has grown and your tits are so sensitive and sore, your hips are getting bigger ,it gets really hard to deny it anymore. And your partner likes to rub it in your face by always holding your belly or playing with your tits
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