Growing realization

32M dom writing about breeding and coercion. 18+ only.

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If you're under 18: get off this blog and go touch grass. (But not on my lawn, you damn kids!)

For everyone else: I'm a 32 year old cis male dom, and this is a text post blog for original kink stories, mostly about breeding and/or nonconsent.

See here for more about what I post and my actual opinions about it (spoiler: I'm not actually a monster), but a few quick notes about this blog:

It won't have any homophobia, transphobia, or misgendering. (If you're actively looking for that, go here.) It will have some misogyny and bioessentialism, along the lines of "you were made to be bred".

This is all fantasy, and if it's mostly quite dark that's because I've been in a happy kinky poly relationship for several years, so the sweet stuff happens in real life. Actual misogyny, etc. is not welcome here.

Asks and DMs are welcome, and I always read them - but because I have limited writing capacity, I often don't respond, or respond to asks months later. So don't take silence as a negative reaction.

I do my best to respect DNIs and other preferences; let me know if I step on your toes.

If you like my writing, I also have many gif captions under the name fulfilledpurpose (with the -ed) on the site that sounds like "bee de-assembler" - but that site is extremely flaky and I'm most active here these days.

Please put some indication that you're an adult in your bio or a pinned post before following or interacting, or I'm likely to block you.

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Please consent for me, sweetheart. I don't want our baby to be unwanted.

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Catching a girl who's unprotected is the quickest path to having a cute little rape-mommy-to-be, of course. But kidnapping one who's on the pill presents opportunities.

Like leaving her tied up each day with the pill just barely out of reach, so that she has to strain and grasp for it, willing her body to stretch a little further.

Like holding it in my open hand while she sucks my cock with her hands tied behind her back, knowing that her performance will decide whether I let her lap it out of my palm or throw it across the room.

Like hearing her sob when I finally show her the monthly packages of the pills I bought, and she realizes I've only ever given her the placebos.

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I'm a girl, pro life, and lowkey disgusted by all those abortion clinic talks... ain't natural

LMAO - get over it.

This is a kink blog. Reproductive autonomy is a human right.

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having a pregnancy scare, and the tests havent arrived yet since i ordered them online bc I was too embarrassed go to the pharmacy in person. and genuinely i can't afford to get pregnant right now and I already have an abortion clinic in mind if need be. but im so embarrassed by how much all my fantasies lately have been if I am, about the man who dommed me a month ago actually knocking me up, of being on my knees again sucking him but holding a swollen belly this time .

I always love it when a pregnancy "scare" actually involves the girl rubbing herself brainless to the thought of being pregnant.

Especially when you're putting off finding out. Too embarrassed to face a human being while holding a box of pregnancy tests and have them know that a man came inside you and you might have his baby in your womb, huh? You'd rather wait a little longer. You'd rather take the chance of that embryo getting just a little bigger inside of you, minute by minute and hour by hour. You'd rather be pregnant than have a stranger know that you might be.

I wonder if you'll really be able to visit that clinic. If you'll be able to let all those people know about the little secret inside you. Or if you'll just keep putting it off, day by day, week by week. Until just by waiting, you make your fantasies come true.

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I hope you're scared when you conceive.

Even if you're willing. Even if it's something you desperately need.

I hope the way he treats you shows you that whether or not you want it, it's not your choice. That you don't get to decide whether he holds you down and fills your womb - only whether it's rape when he does.

I hope that when you look up at him and see the savagery in his eyes - when you feel your heart pounding with fear as he pounds into you - you're reminded how lucky you are to want it.

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I'm non binary, and I've had a pregnancy fetish for years. I've always convinced myself not to follow through at every turn, but a few weeks ago I finally gave in. One drunken night with a friend and no protection. Now I'm late, only by a few days so far but I'm so scared/thrilled at the thought. I've always wondered what it would feel like to swell up with a baby, to feel it move inside me while my tits leak milk. So conflicted about potentially raising a child, but also craving someone rubbing my massive belly.

When I hear stories like this, I wonder if trying to resist is what gets you pregnant.

Because you could have tried to indulge while playing it safe. Getting filled up just before your period was due, that sort of thing. It's not what you really want, but it might have relieved the pressure.

If you're just trying to shove it down, though, day after day and cycle after cycle... When do you think you're likely to give in? When your will is weakest, sure - that drunken night. But also when the desire is strongest. When your body is screaming for you to spread your legs and fill your womb. When there's an egg waiting inside you for the moment you succumb.

It's cute that you can't even bring yourself to be just scared. You tried so hard for so long, and in one night of weakness you might have finally failed. But the fear in your heart can't compare to the heat in your belly - where a baby might be growing, even now.

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I'm the Non Binary anon who had the drunken one night stand. It's official, my mistake is growing inside of me. For the past nearly 4 weeks. I'm terrified of all the changes that are coming, I always toyed with the idea of pregnancy, but now that it's really happening all I can think about are all the ways my body will change, I'll never pass again...

"Toyed with the idea of pregnancy". What a funny formulation.

Because it's easy to play with an idea, isn't it? It can be manipulated into whatever shape you want, enjoyed, and tossed away. It's ephemeral, disposable.

But now pregnancy isn't an idea in your mind; it's a seed in your womb. Now it's time for you to be reshaped, to bear the baby growing inside of you - no matter what ideas you had about yourself before. Even if you could forget what's happening inside you, your body would change just the same.

Some day soon, Anon - in four or five months, when the leaves are starting to turn - you'll feel that baby kicking its way to life inside of you. And the tight little bump in your belly will start getting larger every day, until every stranger who glances at you knows that you're a babymaker with a full womb. And you'll know that the only way it'll end is with you giving birth.

You used to toy with the idea of pregnancy. Now you get to find out just how it plays with you.

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Have you ever really thought about how good it'll feel for your rapist?

Raping a girl isn't just about getting some pussy; it's about the rush of power when a girl can't tell you no. Especially if she tries, or begs. I can just push my cock inside of her and have fun. It's her body, but it's mine.

But it is about getting pussy, too - just dialed up by that rush. Because she can't stop her body any more than she can stop me. She'll still get just as hot and wet for me as if she desperately wanted it; maybe more. She'll still milk my cock when she comes - even if she'd never come like that before.

Have you ever really imagined how that will feel, for him? How much pleasure you'll be giving him, when he takes you? How good your pussy will feel wrapped around his cock, even if you hate every second of it?

And if just thinking about that gets you wet, can you even tell yourself he won't deserve it?

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I'm non binary, and I've had a pregnancy fetish for years. I've always convinced myself not to follow through at every turn, but a few weeks ago I finally gave in. One drunken night with a friend and no protection. Now I'm late, only by a few days so far but I'm so scared/thrilled at the thought. I've always wondered what it would feel like to swell up with a baby, to feel it move inside me while my tits leak milk. So conflicted about potentially raising a child, but also craving someone rubbing my massive belly.

When I hear stories like this, I wonder if trying to resist is what gets you pregnant.

Because you could have tried to indulge while playing it safe. Getting filled up just before your period was due, that sort of thing. It's not what you really want, but it might have relieved the pressure.

If you're just trying to shove it down, though, day after day and cycle after cycle... When do you think you're likely to give in? When your will is weakest, sure - that drunken night. But also when the desire is strongest. When your body is screaming for you to spread your legs and fill your womb. When there's an egg waiting inside you for the moment you succumb.

It's cute that you can't even bring yourself to be just scared. You tried so hard for so long, and in one night of weakness you might have finally failed. But the fear in your heart can't compare to the heat in your belly - where a baby might be growing, even now.

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Sometimes I just want to knock up a woman whose husband never made her submit.

Maybe he's nice enough, but deadly boring - another guy whose idea of heaven is getting a blowjob while watching a football game. Maybe he's sweet and dedicated, but thinks that she must be satisfied, because he eats her out so much. Maybe they already had a baby together, and he just can't see the mother of his child as a woman who needs to be fucked.

I want to see her. I want to see the unmet need, the untapped potential. I want to be the first one who understands what an obedient bitch she could be.

I'll get her addicted to me - addicted to being the desperate slut that only I've ever known. I'll start a fuck by pushing her down on her husband's side of the bed, then end it with her ass in the air and her face pressed to the bedroom floor. I'll give her commands, and rituals, and all the structure she never knew she craved.

And I'll take my reward. I'll make sure my good little whore becomes my bitch in heat. I'll force my cum into her again and again, treating her like territory to be claimed, making her whimper and yield for her conquerer.

She'll swell and birth and nurse for me, not her husband - because I understood her like he never could.

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You have ruined me. I wait for your posts like a little broken doll that needs your attention and validation to live. I hate how your words undo everything I was taught not to like or want... Although it's not a want, it's a Need, and I feel it in my core.

I Need you to take me

I Need you to fill me up

I Need you to make sure it takes

I Need you to make sure my punch card is full 💕

Such violent imagery, sweetheart. "Ruined"? "Broken"? You seem to be functioning to me. I don't see any shattered parts.

I would say, rather... repurposed. You had an idea of what you were made to do, and I showed you that there were other uses you could be put to.

And it feels better, doesn't it? That's why you think I'm so cruel. Because all I did was say these words, and suddenly it doesn't seem that any need runs deeper, or any high goes higher. Everything else that you believed in is thin and pale by comparison.

Of course you feel it in your core - that's where babies grow. That's where you need me to push into you, and plant my seed.

You won't be ruined when you swell for me, sweetheart. You'll be remade.

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The difference between male and female sexual pleasure is so funny. The male orgasm is necessary; the female orgasm is mandatory.

By which I mean: if a man doesn't come, a baby doesn't get made. Male pleasure is an absolutely indispensable part of human reproduction. And because of that, it's easy: any straight man who can get hard can get off inside a pussy.

Female pleasure - do I even need to say it? You don't have to be conscious to get pregnant, much less enjoying yourself. The most sensitive part of the female genitalia is only vaguely in the vicinity of the parts involved in making babies. The sex toys that most reliably get women to come involve electric motors, and didn't even exist until about fifty years ago.

And yet. And yet. You know what does get girls to come? Being raped.

Do you know how many times I've heard the story? "I was terrified, and crying, and coming harder than I ever had in my life." Girls who thought that they were incapable of coming from penetrative sex squeezing tight around their rapists' cocks. Girls who didn't think they could come at all learning what an orgasm feels like, while begging for it to stop. Girls who can't stop rubbing themselves to their own rape, remembering it.

A girl may not be able to come on her own, or with a sweet partner who just wants to make her happy. But when a man forces his cock into her - to use her for the pleasure that is part of human reproduction - she'll come whether she wants to or not.

Isn't that so funny? Nature doesn't expect a girl to have pleasure. And it doesn't allow her not to.

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I'll give you a little loyalty card, the first time I force my cum into you while you're fertile.

When you give birth for me, I'll punch out one circle.

When it's full, you'll earn a year off.

Don't lose it.

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Give me a smile, baby! You're so much prettier when you smile.

And if you don't make yourself pretty, I'm going to make this hurt.

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Do you ever think about how beautiful it is that so many girls think they'll never want children and are just... wrong?

Spend enough time in breeding kink spaces and you'll keep hearing fragments of the same story, over and over again: "I was always super against the idea of having kids, until..."

Until she met her boyfriend. Until she stopped taking hormonal birth control. Until she got to her mid-twenties, or her late twenties, or her thirties. Until someone came in her for the first time. Until one of her friends got pregnant for the first time. Until someone got her pregnant.

The same story, over and over: I thought I knew what I wanted.

Isn't that perfect? So many girls who had their futures all planned out, until their bodies changed their minds. So many girls who hated the idea of being fucked into mommies, until one day they craved it.

No wonder that if you're a girl, people will laugh at you when you proudly declare you're child-free. No wonder that you can't get your tubes tied if you haven't had enough years to come around.

You may be certain, but it's a youthful certainty: as strong as any other, and just as fragile. Maybe you'll feel the same way in five or ten or fifteen years - sometimes women do - and maybe you won't. But everyone who's been around the block a few times will treat you like a willful child if you insist that you know what you'll want.

Because you don't just have a will - you have a womb.

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You remember every instant of every instance. When you remember, time flashes between them, everything happening again in your mind.

Tick.

You're asleep, exhausted after a long day. You don't wake until he's broken into your bedroom. You try to scream, but you're too late - he shoves your head into your own bed, muffling your cries, as he rapes your cunt raw.

Tick.

It's the second time. You stayed at friends' places for weeks, and when you finally came back, you kept pepper spray by your bed. He had a knife at your throat before you could reach for it. You come unwillingly, explosively, as you're raped again.

Tick.

He comes in through the window like a lover. Did you even remember to lock it? He gently cuts your clothes off of you as you lie there in the fetal position; you're sobbing and coming over and over as he fucks you like that.

Tick.

You didn't even lock the front door. He walks through it that night like a new husband crossing the threshold, and by the time he walks into the bedroom, your legs are already spread.

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Seeing you flip between talking scientifically about pregnancy (and unfortunately miscarriages), and breeding is making my nerd and slut brain fried. You are so hot.

(Referencing this post)

I should hope that in the years I've been writing about forced impregnation, I've acquired a little more expertise than the "cum here slut, let me knock you up with twins" guys. (A pet peeve of mine: the father doesn't affect the chance of multiples at all.) But I'm glad I can get between your ears as well as between your legs. They say that the brain is the biggest sexual organ... although much of this blog is devoted to how that claim can be made false as often as possible.

And if you like the biology discussion, and you don't mind a bit of orientation play on top of it, you'll also enjoy this post from my other blog.