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@heavystomachs
Intro
Hey, i'm Heavystomachs (also on A03), I'm 22 and queer. I post and write preg kink and birth kink content, I'm also into a variety of other things. I'm also into the science of exactly why people end up with the kinks they do, so you might also see me musing about that too. Not sure if I'll post regularly on here but you'll probably see me reblogging tons of stuff
I have this fantasy of being groomed by my best friend’s daddy. I need him to grope me when no one’s looking, make me do bad things with his dick while his family is unaware and come fuck my pussy in his daughter’s room when we think she’s asleep. Then I need him to cum deep in my unprotected pussy as I watch her touch herself looking at us
One thing about breeding and pregnancy kink is that unlike other kinks, if you follow through with it you can never escape from it.
Collars can be taken off, little clothes can be exchanged for adult attire, bimbo makeup can be washed away.
But you can't leave your pregnancy at home when you want to go into the world. You carry your status as a breeder to work, to your friends houses, to every place in your life. People may not notice at first, but as you swell it will become obvious. And once someone sees you pregnant, you ARE "that pregnant one" forever. You're no longer "the coworker who likes anime" or "the one with the red hair". You're "yeah, you know them, they're the one who got pregnant."
Even after you give birth, the changes it makes to you are perminant. Once your milk ducts activate the first time, they're active for life- even if they go dormant they can easily be reactivated by stimulation. The wider hips, the stretch marks, all permanently marking you as a breeder, because that's what you are.
Not to mention that a whole new person will exist because you got your cunt used. Because you needed to fill your womb someone is alive now- even if you give that child away and don't raise it yourself, they EXIST and likely will outlive you.
Once you're a breeder, you're a breeder for the rest of your life. And everyone knows it.
god pregnant college student stories drive me wild for no good reason. i just love the idea of a pregnant trans boy. he goes off to college, excited for the new gained freedom and being on his own for the first time. ready to get the grades and become an independent adult
until a handful of hookups the first month of school leads to him getting pregnant.
at first it’s fine, right? he gets away with wearing bagger clothes. it’s getting colder after all. him getting hungrier could be blamed on the freshman 15 too! but then he finds out it’s twins and suddenly he feels like he’s growing much faster.
before he knows it, he’s waddling across the quad with his sixth month belly pushed forward. hand on his lower back to try and help with the heaviness of his gravid form. making slow steps as he can’t see his feet anymore, breaths deep and heavy as he carries that weight of his belly that stretches out his college hoodie. the hem of the sweatpants pushed underneath it and a strip of skin being exposed because the end of the hoodie can’t reach the hem of his sweatpants.
and as he’s huffing and puffing his way to his next class, his other hand rubbing the huge growing swell in front of him, he can feel everyone’s eyes on him. all watching his wide hips pass by and knowing how he got himself that way. first year away at college and he went and got himself stuffed full of babies. making bets on how long it’ll take him to not fit in the desk seats anymore, if he’ll even make it to finals with how fucking round he’s gonna be by then
it’s embarrassing. and he secretly loves every second of it
Warning: HARDCORE fucked up EVIL dubcon manipulation puppy play. Evil abusive dom x helpless scared puppy sub: (I pretend to throw the ball but really I’m hiding it behind my back and they’re soooo sad about it)
that's just cruel.. sick and twisted.. how could you..?
Heh. Welcome to my dark, demented playhouse 😈⛓️❤️🔥
Been meaning to do this for a while, so here it is
For as much as masochism plays into this kink for some people, I think if you’re on here and genuinely don’t care for the well being of pregnant people you’re a dumbass.
Why would you not want to know how to make pregnancy a safer and more comfortable process for pregnant people? If you’re anti-abortion pushing this bullshit here’s some news for you, you’re just gonna end up with more dead people than pregnant people. As the people who get turned on by pregnancy should we not be some of the loudest advocates here? Safe and happy pregnancies mean more pregnancies, dumbass. If you don’t have an ounce of empathy in your heart for the fact that a real human being is going through this at least think about how much everything is gonna collapse in on itself.
I swear some people on here (lotta cis guys #nooticing) only noticed things when people started leaving after the election, like the lack of a porn source woke them up. We can be little freaks and have our fantasies and whatnot, god knows I've been weird about all this from a young age, but if you don't support people's bodily autonomy, the right to abortion, and sufficient pre and postnatal care for both parent and child, you can get the fuck off my blog.
Trauma informed links is crazy because what do you mean, I miss being groomed?
getting knocked up by some nerdy person is my life’s goal actually . you look so hot yapping to me about your hyperfixations and playing your little games. literally come over here and put your baby in me right now .
(i may have a thing for “nerds” even though i don’t really think nerds are a thing okay if anything IM THE NERD AS WELL !!!)
harry touching holden to make him feel better, foot rubs and shoulder rubs and back rubs and breast massages… and knowing this is what he did to this boy’s body… his handiwork, his creation inside holden’s womb.the knowledge that he did that to holden has to be so hot.
Oh he’s gonna be all over him! He def gets a thrill out of knowing Holden’s whole body is changing, how he was and is literally at the mercy of his whims and right under his wife’s own nose, inside of their home, he’s not gonna be able to keep his hands off of him!
Reblog if you want a bunch of “have you evers” and “would you rathers” in your ask box right now.
Do this. NOW. Anon is on. Don’t be shy! Make it awkward.
my breeding kink is downright embarrassing 😵💫 why is it that i want my boywomb to be pumped full of cum and seed so that i can watch my belly get big and round with pups growing inside me
Missionary is an oldie but a goodie, plus I’d get to look at how wide your eyes would go when I tell you how I’m going to breed your pretty little cunt, how I’m gonna knock you up and have you swell with my babies.
I’d love to say I’d get you knocked up with however many you could take, especially multiples! But for your first breeding? One very large, very stubborn baby, to the point where you are almost sure the scans have to be wrong, that there’s some secret twin hiding somewhere but nope!
I’d love to take care of you too, I enjoy watching you struggle of course, holding you after a particularly bad amount of morning sickness. Encouraging you to eat even some plain crackers. Even as you complain about how your body is changing, I don’t think I’d be able to keep my hands off of you, pet
No one has ever creampied me before or even fucked me with a condom it'd be so fucking crazy do get pregnant the first time that happens 😖
I bet I'd start showing so early and I'd look full term by the 6 month mark, I'd think that maybe the doctors miscalculated something but no....
I wouldn't want you to, even though it'd be so fucking embarrassing looking stuffed with healthy twins when it's just one baby
God I'd love to be the first to creampie you like that, maybe reassure you that all my breeding talk was just that, talk, it's unrealistic for you to get pregnant on the first try right?
Pretending I'm just as surprised as you when two bright pink lines flash on a pregnancy test
Why can’t my period be me having to push out a clutch of eggs once a month 😤
imagine that we're hanging out, both heavily overdue, perhaps with multiples even and we both go into labour, we don't want to tell the other and make things awkward so we try to stay calm for as long as possible until your water breaks in a dramatic torrent of milky fluid and soaks the entire bottom part of your outfit and because you've ignored labour for so long you immediately feel a baby descend into your birth canal, I try my best to help you out of your clothes and help you birth but I'm so distracted that I don't notice my own amniotic sac rupturing and beginning to leak...soon enough I too will be on the brink of crowning with a way too huge infant, much like you
Ohh I love this concept, I'm so curious where are we? Because that would certainly change things -
At a sleepover perhaps? Even as overdue as we are, both of us are in denial, it feels like our pregnancies will never end, we joke about how comfortable our babies must be. Besides the concept of birth seems far away from our minds, that happens to other pregnant people, We've seen plenty of videos, some people screaming and sobbing, the subconscious terror at the thought of submitting to our bodies like that. Well, that simply won't happen to us. Ignorance is bliss after all.
So we order in all of our favourite foods, pizza, tubs of ice cream, even the weird pregnancy cravings. Rent out a bunch of our favourite movies, a mix of cheesy rom coms and b-budget and upscale horror films. We do skincare, although it's less painting nails and facemasks. We take turns rubbing on the others' belly. It's easy at first to ignore how tense they get, the way the soft stretched skin suddenly turns rock hard. "Yeah, baby doesn't like watching someone get skinned alive either! Gore doesn't always make a great horror movie - Eugh! Godd that's just gross!".
You gasp, groaning, a frown makes it's way between your eyebrows. It's easy to play off contractions. You lift up your shirt and rub at your achy stomach with your hands.
"Oh it's not that bad.. Oh, where did her head go!? I'm not sure if I remember right, I'm changing the movie!", I exclaimed in protest, of course no one disagrees with me. It takes me a while, heavy as I am to get off the bed. Just one more excuse to get up and stand, or look for the remote I 'dropped', kneeling under the bed. It's been harder to sit lately, the pressure building inside of my body is crazy, the persistent ache in my hips, my back, and ultimately my cunt. Like everything is straining within me, singing from the same hymn sheet. Downwards.
Whether I like it or not, admit it or not. Something, or rather someone is about to come out of me.
I make it as far as the floor, one hand on the wooden dresser as I lean over to press the 'eject' button on the dvd player. "Oh God - oh fuck! - Oh noo!", I cry out, white knuckling the dresser, flinching in animal-like instinct as my water breaks almost comically. Soaking and dampening my jeans, turning them into a water logged blue colour.
"It's too soon!", I hiss out between gritted teeth. But the fact is, it's not too soon at all, it's right on time. The train pulled into the station, only a couple of weeks late. But it is here all the same. The weight of the head rams itself against my cervix, before I can even register what I'm saying, I yell out, "It's riight there! Oh God, I gotta - I don't want too!", my body instinctively pushes by itself, I've been holding out for too long, its unbearable to ignore now.
"Oh God, it's gonna come in my jeans! I don't want to birth into my jeans!",
Spurred into action, you waddle over, your belly as equally low and heavy as mine. Slowly but surely, after pleading with me to breathe, to pant, to stop fuckin' pushing, you manage to get my jeans off of me and quickly discard them onto the floor. We manage along for some time, even if my pushing feels fruitless, finally, you erupt into a cheer as a sliver of the head could be seen.
You're forced to swallow your own fears, "I can see the head! Slightly uh-", you pause, huffing and puffing. You had denied yourself for so long. Now, the reality of what you had ignored made your blood run cold. How long had you praised me, cheered me on, how many "I promise, just one more push!", had you said? Only to be faced with your friend's bulging cunt and a head that refused to come.
"I can see it!", your cheer turns into a low growl as you could no longer fight against your own body. Your baby wanted out. "I can feeel it! Fuck it's gonna, it's just so big!", you grunt, the pressure reliving momentarily as your water breaks over your clothes and onto the carpet.
Fuck, what are we going to do now?
Of course, it's a different story if we're in public, or maybe in work, in a car etc
Anon ur ask made me very wet, just so you know
"Fuck, what are we going to do now?"
I'll try to use my fingers to stretch your cunt a little further, perhaps enough for the head to at least start emerging so your desperate panting and pushing finally pays off while I frantically squeeze my thighs together, hoping my baby can wait (the labour is only progressing more slowly cause it's posterior) 😵💫
I'd try to get you to stand and progress labour that way but that'd require me to stand up too
It doesn’t take long for us to resort to kneeling on all fours. Standing up feels impossible for both of us, so we labour together, rocking back and fourth. Low noises coming out of both of our mouths. I spread my legs futher apart and reach down, cupping my pussy. “Fuck, it will come out, it will, it wiiilll!”, I console myself, bearing down into another push.
My eyes squeezed shut on reflex, but when they open, I get a clear view of how your thighs press together, the desperation etched in your face as you fight internally within yourself.
“That’s how we got into this mess! You have to stop fighting it, it will feel so much better if you just give in!”,
The advice sounds totally hypocritical coming from me but it seems to reach you as you steady yourself, reaching for my hand. “Just…push with me, okay?”.
Our contractions are overwelming, practically on top of each other. When one stops moaning, the other one starts. Your hand squeezes mine, hard, “Get out, get out, get outt”, you chant as you push.
I’m panting as the head finally inches closer, a teardrop shape forming around my cunt. I probe slowly with my hand, “Ah~ Ah Ahaa, it’s got hair! I think”, I inhale deeply, practically gulping it down. “Ooooh okay, we just gotta keep going, okay? Nearly there, baby’s nearly there”.
“Ohhh ohhh owww! Argh fuck!”.
Your pained cries distract me from my own ramblings, I watched as you uncertainly reach around and feel your own cunt. Your hand shaking, eyes wide as your whole body seemed to visably bear down with the pain. Your stomach rock hard. “I-I don’t think that’s the head!”.
Before you can even process it, your body forces you into another push. “Ah ah aghh. It’s stretching me, Graagh - it’s spreading me apart! Fuuck”.
I didn't want to make that other post too long/repetitive but imagine that we'd have NO idea about how long the eggs take to be ready to birth so we'd be blissfully unaware of our due date coming and going 😖 we'd only go into labour once there was really really REALLY no more room left in our overtaxed wombs
"Of course I'll help you incubate your clutch, it's no problem at all!".
Only to find after I take half of the eggs, I forgot to ask how long it will take but of course we don't know. All that sweat and tears it took to push your eggs out and into me... then to be faced with the fact the two of us are only growing bigger. Reassuring ourselves that a clutch of eggs probably don't even have a due date, it's not like carrying a baby at all!
We only discover how wrong we are when there's no room left in our wombs. The unknown number of eggs we are carrying between us... we've incubated them a little too well. We wait and wait in anticipation for labour to begin, every braxton hicks could be 'the one', of course once again our hope is misplaced as we discover that labour is only the beginning - the eggs are gonna come out the same way they came in of course, but now we seem cursed to stretch and push even more than before
It'd be so hard to support each other while labouring, imagine that the eggs aren't all the same size either so there are times where one of us is pushing and some slick smaller eggs practically pour out, still stinging their tight hole but it's not painful and the other has to help them and keep being supportive while they're completely stuck with an absolutely ginormous egg stretching their little cunt to its very limit, seemingly permanently stuck at its widest point...
God it's so hard to be supportive, watching smaller eggs practically fall out of your friends cunt, while you're stuck, pulling back your legs with your hands as you push with all your might. "Why.Won't.It.CoME.OUT",
You push, toes curling, your stomach taunt but no matter how hard you curl around your stomach, the egg doesn't seem to move at all.
"Breathe, it will come, it got in, didn't it?" "The egg will come when it's ready", they try to cheer you up, but you seethe with jealously, watching as their breathe hitches. They give into their body, giving slow steady pushes, "Ugh,ugh,ugh, Ah~"
Their cheeks are Rosey and cute, compared to your red ones.
"It almost feels good when they aren't so big".
There are still so many eggs left though, I'm sure the tables can still turn 😵💫
There are probably a few really oddly shaped ones too that won't just simply slip out, maybe there are even a couple trying to come out "blunt" end first or sideways..😖
Oh God, I would love to put my hands on your labouring belly and attempt to manipulate one of the eggs into the right position for you to lay. Hearing you whimper and whine as I manipulate your swollen stomach when the contractions pass, of course they are so close together now, even that is a struggle
I wonder which one of us is wetter rn 🤭
A very good question!
Honestly I had to go run a quick errand and went out with my pants soaked
Maybe we're just gonna have to compare our cunts or compete to see who can make the other wetter the fastest hehe
I didn't want to make that other post too long/repetitive but imagine that we'd have NO idea about how long the eggs take to be ready to birth so we'd be blissfully unaware of our due date coming and going 😖 we'd only go into labour once there was really really REALLY no more room left in our overtaxed wombs
"Of course I'll help you incubate your clutch, it's no problem at all!".
Only to find after I take half of the eggs, I forgot to ask how long it will take but of course we don't know. All that sweat and tears it took to push your eggs out and into me... then to be faced with the fact the two of us are only growing bigger. Reassuring ourselves that a clutch of eggs probably don't even have a due date, it's not like carrying a baby at all!
We only discover how wrong we are when there's no room left in our wombs. The unknown number of eggs we are carrying between us... we've incubated them a little too well. We wait and wait in anticipation for labour to begin, every braxton hicks could be 'the one', of course once again our hope is misplaced as we discover that labour is only the beginning - the eggs are gonna come out the same way they came in of course, but now we seem cursed to stretch and push even more than before
It'd be so hard to support each other while labouring, imagine that the eggs aren't all the same size either so there are times where one of us is pushing and some slick smaller eggs practically pour out, still stinging their tight hole but it's not painful and the other has to help them and keep being supportive while they're completely stuck with an absolutely ginormous egg stretching their little cunt to its very limit, seemingly permanently stuck at its widest point...
God it's so hard to be supportive, watching smaller eggs practically fall out of your friends cunt, while you're stuck, pulling back your legs with your hands as you push with all your might. "Why.Won't.It.CoME.OUT",
You push, toes curling, your stomach taunt but no matter how hard you curl around your stomach, the egg doesn't seem to move at all.
"Breathe, it will come, it got in, didn't it?" "The egg will come when it's ready", they try to cheer you up, but you seethe with jealously, watching as their breathe hitches. They give into their body, giving slow steady pushes, "Ugh,ugh,ugh, Ah~"
Their cheeks are Rosey and cute, compared to your red ones.
"It almost feels good when they aren't so big".
