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NSFW 18 + Untitled blogs will be blocked. Only 30s M (He/Him) with too many interests. Ask me anything. If there is anything posted that you want taken down, tell me and I'll remove it.

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Welcome!

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Considering I've had this blog for years and have only recently started putting in effort with it for the past year or so, it's only fair I take the time to make a pinned post to properly introduce myself.

You can call me Fin (he/him), and while I have been posting and reblogging for a while, I've been on Tumblr since 2017. I have been a lurker most of my tenure here, but recently been opening up more to the kink community and am looking to make this blog a safe and fun space for anyone who visits. As such, here are some ground rules.

18+ only and age on bio: This I will not stress enough. Anyone under 18 or does not give at least a general age range in their header will be blocked. Blogs without any information will be blocked automatically. There is adult content on here and I will not have anyone potentially underage exposed to it.

This is a SAFE SPACE. PERIOD. No transphobic, homophobic, misogynistic, racist, fascist, or MAGA (especially MAGA) content is allowed on here. Anyone who is into that will blocked automatically. No exceptions. I want to make this an inclusive place for everyone, and I apologize beforehand to anyone that I make uncomfortable if I say or do something wrong. I'm human and am trying to be better, so don't be afraid to let me know if I do. But the hate will not be tolerated.

Personal Info: While I will give out some info about myself publicly as I see fit, things such as my name I will only give out in DMs, and only in specific circumstances. If I do give you that info, I ask that you DO NOT SHARE it with anyone.

Asks and DMs: Again, I want to keep this a safe space and friendly to everyone, so I will answer asks and DMs at my discretion. This goes for nudes as well. If I think it is inappropriate, I will not answer, unless to vent. Also, please do not DM with only "hi" or "hey." On the flip side, do not be afraid to ask me anything, even if you want to do it anonymously. I want this to be an open space for everyone to enjoy. Seriously, ask me about pointless things, too. I've been called a plethora of useless knowledge. Also, if I don't respond right away, I apologize, life can just get busy.

CONSENT. This is probably my most important rule. I will not do something, of for that matter allow someone to interact with me, without the consent of all involved. This is for everyone's safety and enjoyment, and it will be enforced always.

I'll probably add more rules as I go, but for now that'll do.

NSFW Likes:

Pregnancy and pregnant kink

Big bellies in general

Breeding to a degree

Boobs (Big boobs, but all boobs are great)

Lactation

Role play, to an extent

I can also be somewhat flexible, just ask

SFW Likes

Gaming (Video games, Tabletop, Board games)

Science and Technology

Anything to do with space (SPAAAAACE!!!)

Dogs, Cats, and other animals

Cooking (Which I need to practice more)

Spooky Stuff (Ghosts. Cryptids, UFOs)

Writing (I'm slowly getting back into it, feel free to give me prompts)

NSFW Dislikes:

CNC and off from that

Patriarchy

Incest

Bestiality

Trad stuff (Extra No)

SFW Unknowns:

Anime (Sorry, still haven't gotten into it)

Politics and Religion (More for my mental health)

Sorry for being so long-winded, but thanks for reading and please enjoy your stay!

[lilbunnie24-3]

I’m legit almost as big now at 21 weeks as I was at 7+ months pregnant 🤰🏻🤤

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21 weeks 🤰🏻

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2020 7+ months pregnant

2023: 21 weeks pregnant 🤰🏻

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21 weeks (ish) with first pregnancy

21 weeks with current pregnancy 🤰🏻 I’m sooo much bigger already and I love it 😋🤤

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[katesbellyblog]

Beautiful! 😍 She's just wearing one too many things. 😘

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For @myloveliveshere, that she may enjoy a wonderful pregnancy with plenty of coffee.

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As I've mentioned before, Pregnancy is art.

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[femalegazeforpregnancy]

You’re 30 weeks.

You’re constantly being asked if you’re due any day now. Every time you get asked I get a little turned on. Every time someone’s in shock you have over two months to go, I get turned on knowing I got you so big. Seeing you put your hand on your stomach reflexively each time just does something. Hearing your breathy responses because I know you’re struggling to breath normally already. Seeing you waddle more slowly each day. Hearing people follow up with asking if you’re pregnant with twins. Fuck that’s my favorite. That’s when I really mentally relish in it.

I don’t know where the baby fever came from, it started off earnestly, telling me you wanted this and then just escalated to you teasing and tempting me every opportunity you got until I got you pregnant.

I constantly think about the night I got you pregnant. You had been asking me for a while if we could have a baby. You’d whisper “will you pretty please get me pregnant tonight?” In my ear whenever you wanted sex. Nibbling at my ear knowing it’s a weak spot. You’d have me go down on you but start by having me kiss your flat stomach, pleading with me “imagine how much more you’d have to kiss if I had a bump.” When I’d be pressed up behind you, kissing your neck and cupping and massaging you tits you’d moan “imagine how much bigger they’ll get.”

When we’d have sex you’d wrap your legs around me and moan loudly in my ears begging me to finish inside you. “Please! Pretty please! Do anything you want to me. Just finish in me!” You’d ride me and sit on me to make eye contact and I could see it in your eyes. You calculating on how to overwhelm me with pleasure so I lost any sense of self control.

And it became a cat and mouse game. Knowing I’d lose sooner or later I wanted you to show me how bad you wanted this. And after a while you stopped begging me to get you pregnant and started talking about “when you got pregnant.”

“Can you imagine what it’s going to be like when a bump starts growing? You’re going to have more of me to kiss” You’d ask me as I was kissing your flat stomach. “When I get big enough that laying flat on my back can’t hide it anymore?” “I can’t wait to not be able to see you when you go down on me.”

Anytime we’d shower together “picture me at __ months.” “Picture me at __ weeks” “how big do you think I’ll get?” “Will you still find me sexy even when I’m naked and my belly hangs low?” “Imagine how big my boobs will get- how big do you think you can make them?”

I finally gave in after a couple of weeks of you just walking around naked at home constantly describing your body now and which changes you were more excited for. You’d caress your own tits and tell me you think you’ll go up 4-5 sizes. Telling me how you’re imagining them being heavier, harder and seeing veins. Asking me if I’d want to try any, or if I thought it was weird. You’d caress the area under your belly button while lookin at yourself in the mirror and then look at me through the reflection of mirror. “Can you see it?” You’d put your pants on before your tops and ask some variation of “How quickly do you think I’ll outgrow these pants?” “How long till I can’t zip up my pants anymore because my belly is popping out and poking out right here?” I had to give it to you. You wanted it bad and I was getting weaker every day. I knew you could sense it.

When it finally happened you teased me all day. We were home all day. Bad weather. Just you and me. And you were all over me. Kissing me. Telling me how much you wanted my baby. Wearing an oversized shirt and telling me “this is going to be the shirt I wear every week when I take a picture” pulling the shirt tightly against your body so we could see your “starting point.”

And then you made it all about my pleasure. You didn’t want anything in return except a positive pregnancy test. Going down on me in nothing but that oversized shirt until I was squirming and then looking up at me with the most devilish eyes that said one thing. “Finally” and then you hopped on top of me and started grinding hard. I put my hands on you hips and started thrusting hard into you. And you fucking begged me. Pretty please. Please please. Fuck me harder. Finish in me. Do it. Fucking finish inside me. I want you. I want you to do it. And it all happened so fast. All of the sudden you locked your legs around me and I finished in you.

“Finally.”

And now you’re 30 weeks pregnant. Measuring a few weeks ahead. And you don’t fit into the shirt I got you pregnant in anymore. That shirt looks way too tight around the chest and you cant pull it down to your bellybutton. We’ll be laying in bed together, my hand on your huge belly and you’re already asking me sweetly “when should we go for the next one?”

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[femalegazeforpregnancy]

I’m imagining the experience of you getting me pregnant. I think about the key intimate moments we share. You fuck me deeply, intimately, holding me close and when you finish in me, I just fucking knew. I think about bouncing on you while we’re maintain a rhythm.

I think about whispering “Do it” in your ear so you can’t help yourself but to finish in me. And wrapping my legs around you to lock you in. And then fast forward.

Your hand cupping the tiny bump, kissing it, trailing downwards so you eat me out while looking at me and the bump you gave me. You kiss under my bellybutton because that’s the most protruded out part.

I imagine you spooning me and rubbing my belly, asking what I want multiple times a day. I know you’d be so attentive, so engaged. So excited to see and feel me get bigger.

You’d be the big spoon and drape your arm over my belly. Giving me room to roll around for comfort but starting cuddled up together every night. I like that you do that, that you want to start holding me and then adjust yourself to whatever I need and want to be more comfortable.

Mostly I imagine how you’d look at me every week. At every phase. How you’d drink me in with your eyes and look at me lovingly. Your eyes never lie. And they tell me that even now. When I feel my most awkward and heavy you still want me.

I also imagine how much you’d kiss my belly. Your lips on my growing bump is something I think about more than I care to admit. Something so intimate. So many places to begin so many paths you can trail kisses across. The intimacy of it all is… breathtaking. Laying your head on my belly turns me on. The intimacy of you engaging and be so attentive with my belly drives me wild. Dragging your fingers along my curves slowly stopping and gently pushing back when you feel a kick, makes me insatiable for you.

My favorite part of being uncomfortably large, round, heavy, struggling to breath and walk? It’s you being at my beck and call. You’re happily in service of me. Constantly engaged in the pregnancy process. Heaving me up now that I can’t stand up on my own. Lifting my belly to alleviate back pain for a short while. Giving me your clothes to wear because none of mine fit. Getting me my cravings all the time. Carrying your baby is coming with so many perks.

I love when your hands are on my protruding belly in public. I love feeling you subtly tell others I’m yours while I’m so aggressively large I can’t even walk right anymore.

We still have time and already talk about the next one and how much fun our next pregnancy will be. I look at this big bump and already imagine the next little bump potruding out of my hips again.

[pudgyraven-deactivated20250822]

Reblog to get the previous poster uncomfortably pregnant. Downright miserable.

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@doing-swell It's your turn. 😁