Cuddles that end with us becoming parents in 9 months
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Cuddles that end with us becoming parents in 9 months
I want a guy to promise me that he'll wear a condom and for him to reassure me that he has a whole box of them because he knows that I don't take birth control. We start having sex and I make sure that he puts one on before we start. After that, it's amazing. His dick is huge and it hits all of the best spots and he makes me feel safe and comfortable when I'm with him.
Two or three filled condoms later and I'm confident that he's not gonna stealth me, so I ask to get a little more kinky. He's good at shibari so he ties me up tight and puts on another condom. Only after another round of rough sex and another filled condom is he sure that the ties will hold tight no matter how much I try to move.
That's when he takes off the condom and looks me in the eyes as he spreads my pussy lips and squeezes it out inside of me. My eyes go wide and I scream for him to stop as he reaches for the others. I hadn't even noticed that he wasn't tying them off before. I beg and plead and try to squirm free as he empties the rest inside me one by one, then notches his fat cock back at my entrance again, harder than he ever was before, and fucks the cum deeper into my womb. His soft whispers cut through my desperate screaming and crying as he reassures me that I'll make such a good mother.
Accidents
(Content Warning: Unwanted pregnancy, reproductive abuse, talks of abortion and neglect, trauma)
The first time, he insisted it was an accident.
My boyfriend said he loved me, that he would stay with me. Obviously we were too young to get married. But we would stay together, raise the child together.
Yet, I often felt like I was alone. Struggling with classwork, dealing with my changing body, even things like getting dressed and cleaning my room getting more and more difficult.
Watching the way the pregnancy completely took over my body, my life, was painful on a different level. The fact people no longer asked me about me. They only asked about how the pregnancy felt. How the baby was doing. When I was due. If I knew who the dad was. Not about my interests or hobbies or shows we enjoyed. If we even got there, it was a distant step after every question down to what I want to name it.
The entire time, I kept telling myself I would learn to love it.
Re: your idea of having a trans bf during lockdown.
When quarantine starts, we've barely been together for a week yet. We're still very excited but also anxious about this new chapter of life, not knowing yet how long it'll last. Suddenly, the whole world changes and we have to make a choice: staying closely together or not seeing each other in person for who knows how long. Of course, we quickly agree on our decision, and I move in to your place.
Thanks to home-office and being literally forced to minimize contact with the outer world, we can spend a lot of time together, exploring both our relationship and each others bodies. Maybe it's an accident, maybe it's intentional, but after a few weeks, my body starts to change.
I might not understand these changes at first. The nausea and constant, slow bloating could stem from food allergies or stress - we're living through a pandemic, after all. I'm confused at how nothing seems to ease the bloating, and how my nausea eventually switches to ravenous cravings. I quickly gain some soft curves at all the good spots (which you can't get enough of), but the most of the gained weight seems to settle around my waist and stomach. I also notice that my stomach and bowels constantly shift and twitch, probably due to my chaotic diet. Maybe it's a side effect of the hormones I used to take (and have run out of quickly after the quarantine started). Together with my facial hair and previously fit and lean body from working out often, a stranger could easily dismiss my appearance as just letting myself go a bit due to staying inside and eating all day. At first, I think that's actually the case, trying to convince myself to at least start with a proper home-workout schedule.
Until one morning, while noticing how my favorite shirt strains against my rounded middle and rubbing the sensitive skin around my bellybutton, I feel a kick against the palm of my hand.
The idea of us both living in ignorant, consequence-free bliss for the entire first half of your pregnancy is ideal. At the beginning of lockdown we’re careful, but as the weeks go on we start slowly rolling back protection until we run of condoms all together. You’re not going to get birth control or plan-b if you’re not getting your hormones either. I tried and fail the pull out method a couple of times and we both just assume you’ll continue to not get pregnant. At that point I gained a few pounds too, who didn’t?
I’d love to hear you call me from the other room, to walk in on you nervously pacing in front of the mirror with your hands on your stomach. Sheepishly asking me to come feel. I’d reach out to brush past the thinning belly hair and press my fingers into the extra pounds you’ve put on, watching you tense up when my fingers barely sink in. Instead, I feel how taut and rounded your lower belly has become. I splay my hand across your domed midsection but before either of us can say anything, we watch as a ripple rolls across your belly. The unmistakable feeling of a kick echos inside you and against my palm. Oh, shit
The idea of a guy who is generally very conscientious and heavily controlled, even a little shy, having a weak pullout game is just endearing to me. He didn't mean to do that. He's very embarassed and a little ashamed now.
Later it's "Well, at least I used a condom this time!" and he pulls out and the condom is broken, and there's a sudden rush of panic but also thrill and a powerful urge to stick his cock back in there and drop another load inside them. And that is how he discovers his breeding kink.
My ex BF wanted a week with no contraception for his birthday, I was feeling horny so went along with it.
Now? Well, now his twins are doing somersaults in my womb and he’s sending through snaps with his new GF as they travel Europe….
i let my boyfriend cum inside ONE time and now look at me! he couldn’t even bother to stick around and deal with his mistakes!
I’m a big advocate for a gap year between highschool and college. If I hadn’t taken a gap year, I wouldn’t have met James, and he wouldn’t have fucked my brains out in the back of his truck. Then he wouldn’t have fucked me again the next morning without a condom, and I wouldn’t have swollen this big and round with his babies. I do think I might need a bit longer than a gap year, but that’s okay.
Four months ago I watched as Dylan rolled the dice. It landed on a four. He pulled out a pin, and pricked four holes into his condom. I struggled against the cuffs that locked me to the bed, and he leant in, pushing his cock into me.
Cara thought she would go to College. Her boyfriend had other plans.
When people ask me about it, I tell them it was a one night hook up with a frat boy. A guy too intent on fucking me that he didn’t notice the condom break.
I don’t tell them about me begging him to fuck me harder, to cum inside me, to fill me with his baby.
“Babe, come on. You’re looking so hot, and you’ve got me all turned on. Let’s just fuck bare this one time.” He said, pushing his cock into my wet, unprotected pussy.
I could feel his every being and ridge. Fuck no condom is so much hotter.
“Yeah, babe. You’re so fucking tight.” He leaned forward, his thrusting his last few inches in so that he bottomed out inside me.
He kissed me, and I closed my eyes as he started to thrust.
“F-u-u-u-c-k” I moaned, his cock slapping into me. We’d had sex before, but bare it was like another guy had taken his place. He pushed harder, deeper, into me. His pace increased while my orgasm was far away.
“Don’t come too fast” I said.
“Shut up, grow my fucking babies.” He sighed, and I felt him pulse his seed into me.
Wouldn't it be sweet if I knocked you up just from pre-cum, when I woke up hard in the middle of the night?
I needed somewhere warm to put my cock, and now you're going to give birth for me.