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MINORS DNI 30-ish Cis Woman Mostly Birth and Pregnancy

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Welcome

Hello there! Thanks for stopping by, allow me to introduce myself. I'm a woman in my early 30s just staring out in this space. (You can call me Charlotte or Lottie.) I am new to this environment and to creating/sharing content, so I'm not really sure yet what this blog will end up looking like. I will probably be sharing some kinky writings, maybe reblogging some favorite pics/ illustrations, and generally interacting with other horny folks on here. My main purpose is to explore and share different aspects of my interest in birth and pregnancy. These include difficult and painful births, birth denial, long pushing and crowning stages, and perilous birth situations. Not much fluff, although there may occasionally be some tamer or more romantic type content.

I am creating this blog as a safe space for me to explore my sexuality and, more specifically, my interest in birth and (to a lesser degree) pregnancy. I intend for this to be a safe place for everyone to respectfully get their freak on (so long as you are a legal adult). I may interact with or post content that includes forced birth or nonconsensual themes and situations. THESE ARE A FANTASY. In reality I am staunchly pro-choice and big into consent. I also support and celebrate LGBTQIA+ communities and will not tolerate anyone being homophobic, anti-trans, etc.

I hope you'll stick around if it sounds like we have similar interests. Feel free to send me an ask and introduce yourself.

Pictures used for my profile were obtained from pixabay's royalty-free images.

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I'm so curious if anyone with chronic pain or fatigue has a pregnancy or birth kink. I know I had chronic pain for 20 years and I love the fantasy of pain that is productive, and that ends with the afterbirth. I saw another person talking about the lack of disability in birth kink and now it's all I can think about.

Thanks for such a thoughtful ask! I personally don't have this experience (I have a chronic illness that doesn't involve pain/fatigue and doesn't really factor into kink for me). Hopefully others can see this and share their insights.

There definitely is a lack of representation of disabilities in birth, especially in ways that don't fetishize the disability itself. In my own content I tend to leave everything but the physical sensations of the birth (and sometimes the setting/situation) as vague as possible in the hopes that readers can imagine whatever details speak to them (gender, sexual orientation, physical attributes, etc.).

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Oh to have you sitting in front of me panting and grunting as you push, watching your belly contact. Telling you to breathe and how good you're doing, how amazing you're doing. To listen to you cry out as the baby crowns, stretching you open as you desperately push with each contraction.

The pain is overwhelming as your big baby forces me open. I beg you to tell me it's almost over, I can't take this much more. I scream and push hard, but for a minute I don't think I can get the massive head you filled me with out. Until, finally, the head releases with a burst of fluids into your waiting hands.

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So what if I was due at Thanksgiving? I'm not going to let that stop me from enjoying the holidays. (Said with an obscenely large bump jutting out of the bottom of my maternity holiday sweater.)

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I could be panicking and screaming with a foot dangling out of me and crushing contractions. I could be begging you to call for help as my body forces me to push out your breech baby.

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"I'll be done with this game in just a minute," I say as I adjust my headphone volume. Just behind me, you're grasping at the bare skin of your massive belly as you writhe on our bed.

"Please, it hurts so bad– oooohhh, ooooooh I think I feel them coming dooown," You moan.

The game was in its final match in a best of 5 AND it's a rank up game. We should have a bit more time before you really needed any help. You're two weeks overdue with a big baby anyways, so its probably nowhere close to coming down like you think it is.

"Just a few more minutes, you're fine. Just breathe through the contractions like you've been doing." I lock back in to my game.

Five minutes turns to ten, ten turns to fifteen. Without even knowing, the games been going on an hour. Under the sound of gun fire, Rapid paced music, and the yelling of my team mates your panicked breathing, erratic grunting and whimpered pleading seeps from your lips.

"I can't wait anymore its crowning— Oh no, no, no, no, its foot first! ITS FOOT FIRST!" You squeal over the volume of my match.

"Huh— woah! Hes flanking! Get him on the flank!" I almost turn to you but get pulled back into the game.

The flanker goes down. Your jeans hit the floor. A second gets outmanned. Your voice cries out again for help.

"FUCKING BURNS! AUUUGHHHH!"

Two more get eliminated and now only one remains. Something splatters on our bedroom floor as my finger jams into my mouse button, lighting up the last obstacle to my victory in a hail of virtual gun fire.

"ITS COMING OUT!" You shriek in tandem with the death cry of the final opponent.

"Let's fucking go, man!" I shout triumphantly as the win screen pops up and my rank shifts to the next.

I tell the team GG and turn my attention to you while pulling off my headphones.

"Hell yeah, did you see that clutch babe–"

Soaked through jeans on the floor, your thighs splayed out wide and our baby born to its torso with its legs hanging out of you greet me when I turn. Your chest rises and falls in rapid succession. Sweat soaked and reddened from contractions, your still massive belly trembles with the prelude of another contraction.

"C-can you call someone now..."

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One last romantic trip before your due date, at a scenic cabin with all the comforts. Only the day before you're supposed to leave I rainstorm washes out the road and you're now stranded until help arrives. Weeks pass as the crews work on clearing the road, you're pacing the cabin when your water breaks. In the middle of the floor, light shining off your sweat covered body from the fire you plead that it can't be now. Despite the contractions and descending head you can't be having it here and now. While I tell you that you have to push, it's coming regardless.

No, no, no! This was supposed to happen in the hospital, with my doula and doctors and fucking pain meds. Now I can't stop screaming and the pain is blinding. I'm so full, there's so much pressure. But I refuse to push. I am not having my baby here.

You try to reason with me, try to be supportive. But I'm out of my mind with pain and fear. You can see that my body has already done most of the work of forcing the head down through my pelvis. My hole is bulging with the ill-timed arrival. You tell me again that I have to push as I whine and buck my hips.

[hxneycunt-moved]

if you have a breeding kink but also support the right to have an abortion, you’re hot and I love you

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I could be panicking and screaming with a foot dangling out of me and crushing contractions. I could be begging you to call for help as my body forces me to push out your breech baby.

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I don't want to be a parent but I do want to feel enormous and full in my belly and pelvis.

I want to labor for days, savor the fullness and intensity of the baby in the birth canal.

I want to change my position every 5mins to ensure that I experience the sensations of labor for as long as possible and in as many different ways as possible, and to hold the crown through some contractions in different positions until I go feral and grunt the head out, and waddle around the nest I'm birthing in to feel the full uterus and cunt stretched around the huge baby, waiting for the next contractions to hit.

But I absolutely don't want to have kids. I just want to birth them.

This is a very valid take. I think a lot of people in this community aren't actually interested in being parents but want to experience pregnancy. Personally, I do want to have a family one day, in a way that is totally detached from the kink side of things. But either way, the idea of swelling up uncomfortably large and being forced to push an entire separate human being from your own body is hot as fuck.

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Not to be incredibly horny, but I would really love it if a pair of big strong hands were digging into my hips right now. I would love to feel the scratch of a beard on my inner thighs as I'm being eaten out.

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Yknow I was thinking the other day about whether being into birth is a completely new fetish for me, then today I remembered that when I read Two From Galilee in middle school, the scene where Mary gives birth to baby Jesus had me in a very un-jesus-like mood if u know what i mean

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Horny. It made me super horny

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This gave me flashbacks to an illustrated bible I had as a kid lmao. My favorite page was Elizabeth and Mary (both pregnant) meeting, and their babies starting to kick… 🫣 like, I should have known

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Oh. Memory unlocked of wanting to hear the story of Jesus's birth repeatedly because I liked the image of pregnant Mary riding a donkey in the picture book bible.

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So, it’s week 40 and I’ve booked us in to a historical retreat up in the mountains. We check in (i say that loosely as this place has no electricity) and the woman who attends looks at your belly and rolls her eyes. “Mhm” she says, “your cabin is this way. I’ll bring some extra linens and candles.” After 5 days of coaxing, your contractions begin in earnest. Heavy, low, and so intense from the nearly 41 week baby currently barreling down into your pelvis. Hours become hours, nothing more than a bowling ball of pressure just behind your walls. Your canal is stretch taut, but there’s only the beginning moments of a crown. It’s just not moving down. 24 hours later, I ask the attendant if we can call for help. “No sorry. We dont even have cell service up here.” She looks between your legs at the red, swollen fiery bulge that won’t budge. “You’re not the first to do this here, but, that’s probably the biggest. You’ll just have to get through it” she says dispassionately before handing over a cool wet linen and leaving. “We’ll get through this. You’ll get through this.” I say as encouragingly. Why does a part of me want to hold my hand over your crown and keep it going longer? Should I even tell you this is what I’m wanting all while coaching you through it. All we have now is your stretch that is tearing you apart, your vocalizations echoing across the mountains for all the other guests to hear, and an relentless burn without any end in sight.

I was eager to go on this trip with you, to birth our baby in the quiet peace of the mountains without any outside influence. That was before I was laboring for days. Before your child's huge head had been wedging me open for an eternity with no further progress. Before I had been screaming and sobbing and pushing and pushing all for nothing.

After a full day of almost crowning, stretched so painfully tight around this monstrously big baby, I finally give in. In defeated desperation I tell you to call for help. Only to find that no help can come. I feel as though I've already expended all of my strength, but, somehow, I'm going to have to find more.

I beg you to do something to help me. You pull me to my feet, supporting most of my weight as I'm almost too weak to stand. The enormous mass between my legs weighs down on my abused hole. My screams echo through the mountains as the head slips out just the tiniest bit more.

You hold me like this as I scream and push, making almost immeasurable progress. I want to stop. All this pushing is only making the pain even worse as the crown slowly widens. My sex gapes almost impossibly, grotesquely big around our massive baby.

You reposition me so you can better see what's happening. Although for me the burning has grown even more excruciating, you can see I've made almost no progress in actually delivering this giant head. Looks like we're going to be here for a while longer.

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What if someone was telling me to push REALLY HARD to get their baby out. That this is SUCH A BIG HEAD it's going to take all of my strength to get it to crown. What if they then tell me I need to hold it right there, KEEP IT CROWNING, keep my body stretched just like that.

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Imagine you and a female bestie, both of you heavily pregnant, even overdue. You decide to push each other's limits to induce labor, the first one to go into labor loses the game, and the winner gets to dictate her labor. But what if, the winner goes into labor midway through, maybe the rules then apply to both. What would you do if you're the winner?

Here's the thing, I'm doing everything in my power to make sure I'm the loser. This is one race I'm more than happy to throw. While she's forcing me to run up flights of stairs I'm telling her to do quiet meditations visualizing her body gently opening. I want her having me move into the most uncomfortable positions and commanding me not to push even as I'm fully dilated. If her own water breaks as I'm in transition, then I'm putting on my tightest pair of shorts and not letting myself progress any further than a partial crown. Not until I've coaxed her through her own birth much more gently. Maybe that was her plan all along, to keep me stretch open and fruitlessly pushing while I watched her easy birth.

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Your pregnancy hormones only got more intense as you progressed, your due date came and went and now you wanted to. After lots of begging and pleading you're now bent over, belly hanging low and forcing your legs apart as you get fucked. Each thrust into your starving, pregnant pussy sends you further into blissful ecstasy. Just as you feel your first orgasm rising in months you feel your belly harden, no not now no. Begging to keep fucking you harder, desperately trying to orgasm, you feel a rush as your waters gush from your stuffed pussy. Pleading to continue as you fight through the contractions, you're so close, you need this. Toes curled, legs shaking, clenching involuntarily, you gasp for air as your body shakes. Still clenching from your intense orgasm, a contraction forces the baby deep into your birth canal. The two forces sending waves of pain throughout you, I'm a matter of seconds you go from riding an orgasm to crowning.

I am not usually into sex or pleasure during labor, but this tows the line perfectly. Thank you anon!

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I'm still not understanding why you think it's time for you to have this baby. You keep saying that you're a week past your due date but that doesn't make sense. If you really were then I'm sure the baby would have wanted to come out, so since that's not the case you'll just need to keep growing in the meantime. No we're not going to the hospital to have you induced either, when it's time it will happen. Your body clearly knows that the baby needs to grow more, it probably needs another couple weeks to finish growing. Now you need your rest, you'll need it for when you push this big baby out.

I understand. I'll keep growing this baby as big as you want it. You're right, my body will go into labor when it's time. If it hasn't yet then baby must not be big enough. I'm sure my belly can grow a little more. (All said while being painfully pregnant with a huge baby.)

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Sometimes it feels like the only coherent thought in my brain is the yearning to get knocked up. I NEED to be bred, filled. I should be swelling up with life. I want to be anticipating the birth, the pain, the moment when I'll finally hold a baby in my arms.