You tried to fight the patriarchy and lost
For feminists the face of defeat is grinning from ear to ear!
occasionally subtle
Keni

izzy's playlists!

Kiana Khansmith
$LAYYYTER

shark vs the universe
styofa doing anything
Three Goblin Art
Jules of Nature
sheepfilms
KIROKAZE
No title available

ellievsbear

titsay
🪼

No title available
we're not kids anymore.
art blog(derogatory)

⁂

Andulka

seen from Canada

seen from Ireland

seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from Lithuania
seen from United States
seen from Russia

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada
seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from Australia

seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Sweden
@heavywithyourbabies
You tried to fight the patriarchy and lost
For feminists the face of defeat is grinning from ear to ear!
Pregnancy as humiliation
Lately I've been thinking about my pregnancy being used by my breeder to humiliate me...
Making me wear the tightest clothes to show off my growing belly and tits. Not just in public for everyone to see, but around the house too so there's never any hiding it. Make me wear low-cut tops to show off my swollen boobs. My tits start leaking milk in public and you don't let me pump, making me walk around with a stained shirt for everyone to see. Keeping a hand on my belly at all times and showing me off, bragging about getting me pregnant and letting everyone know YOU knocked me up and made me huge like this, embarrassing me. Let people go ahead and touch and rub my belly, invite them to do so without letting me say no. Show how you have claimed me.
Your husband came up behind you. Slipping his arms around your waist as he whispers into your ear. "You are about to start ovulating. Until it stops you are confined to the house. You are forbidden clothing. I am going to lock you in your collar. You will edge once an hour. You will be wet for me when I breed you."
His hands slide up your body, groping your tits through your clothes. "When I walk through the door, you will be face down, ass up. I don't care if it's your natural wetness or lube but your cunt will be glistening before I fuck it. I am going to make that belly swell. Do you understand?"
Imagining myself stuck in a crowded train. I try to get some space in one of the corners but it just gives you the perfect opportunity to trap me, your body pressed hard against me and hiding me from sight. You tell me not to make a sound, showing me the knife you have tucked away. I nod, terrified, and you force me to turn and so I'm facing the wall.
I feel your hands start to explore me, running all over me, slowly so that people don't notice your movements. You slip a hand into my pants while pressing your hardened cock against my ass. I have to cover my mouth with my hands to keep from making a sound as you slide your fingers between my legs and stuff them deep into my cunt without any preamble.
I'm tight, even more so as I clench in surprise, and it makes you grind against me even harder. You finger fuck me for a minute before beginning to unbutton your trousers with your other hand, careful to be quiet. You don't bother undoing mine, forcing them down over my hips with my boxers to expose me.
You force me to bend forward as far as I can, arching my back in order to give you better access to my cunt from behind. I can feel you twitching as you rub your cock between my legs, grinding it against my t-dick and pussy lips. Then you slide your cock head between my folds until it gets caught on my hole.
You're quick to stuff yourself all the way in with one thrust, stretching me so wide I can barely hold back a cry. You don't give me time to get used to your size, beginning to thrust. You have to be careful not to alert anyone to what you're doing, so your thrusts are slow but deep. Each one has your cock pressed tight up against my womb, making me attempt to wriggle away from the pain.
You hold me tight though, enough that I'll have bruises after. The general din of the train and crowd drown out the whimpers I can't contain, and soon you're spilling into me. Feeling you fill me up ends up pushing me over the edge and I clench down on your cock as I come as well. You keep your cock deep in me even after you're done coming, leaning into my ear to mock me about how much I like it. Getting bred by a stranger where anyone could see them.
The train begins to slow and you quickly pull out and tuck yourself away. You even pull my pants up for me, taking the chance to grope me once you have. The train stops and I'm left leaning against the wall, quivering in shame, as you hurry to get off.
Six months pass before I ride that train again - and when I finally do, I'm wearing an oversized hoodie that does nothing to hide the swell of my belly.
On that fateful day, I had gone home and cried myself to sleep, trying desperately to forget it all. But even after you were gone, you still managed to leave a little reminder of what you did to me.
When my pants started feeling a bit tight, I told myself it was stress weight, or that my clothes had shrunk in the wash. Then winter rolled around and my clothes kept getting tighter and tighter, and I told myself it was from overindulging during the holidays. I refused to think about why I was only gaining weight around my lower abdomen; instead, I just kept on wearing thick sweaters and puffy jackets to conceal the changes in my body.
But as the weeks dragged on, it became harder and harder to ignore what was happening inside me. I found myself rubbing my belly unconsciously. Then I began to feel a faint fluttering, like butterflies in my stomach, only it became stronger and more frequent as time passed. The first time I saw movement I nearly fainted.
Finally, after spending half an hour psyching myself up, I took off my shirt and looked at myself in the mirror. My belly had swollen into a taut roundness that could only mean one thing: I was pregnant. A complete stranger had taken me against my will and now I had to carry the result for at least four or five more months. I sobbed uncontrollably for hours.
Now I'm back on the train, one hand holding a pole, the other holding my belly. It's crowded, just like it was on that day. Suddenly I feel a pair of arms wrap around my middle and start fondling me. You don't need to threaten me with a knife this time - you know I am so utterly broken that I won't resist.
You reach into my pants and start fingering me, and the only thing I can do is lean into your touch and try not to moan too loudly. Once you've had your fill of that, you pull down my sweatpants - the only pants that fit me now - and shove your cock inside me. I feel you thrusting in time with the rattling of the train car, and just as we're approaching the next stop, you shove yourself in as deep as possible and dump a hot load in me. The sensation is enough to force me to climax.
You keep your cock inside me for several more stops, fucking me at a slow, almost casual pace. I feel your cum and my own arousal dripping down my inner thighs. Finally, after what feels like forever, you pull out. It happens so fast I can barely process it - you tuck yourself back into your trousers, yank up my sweatpants, and disappear into the crowd.
You've won. You got what you wanted: knocking up a stranger with zero consequences. I am left here, clutching the train pole for support, silently sobbing over this latest violation as the baby kicks and squirms in my belly. (Then again, it could be babies. I never got an ultrasound, and with my luck I'm probably carrying multiples.)
Part of me is terrified that no matter what I do or where I go, I can never escape you.
Part of me hopes I never do.
Despite the fact that you had months and months to grow accustomed to it, your body still struggles to cope. You can feel the weight pulling down on your spine, pressing into your hips. Shirts that you had bought with the thought that you could never possibly outgrow now struggle to stay over your rounded, domed belly. No matter how much you pull, how far you attempt to stretch the fabric, they still expose a strip of skin around your middle, a smoothed bellybutton, and the reddish stretchmarks that will never fully fade.
It sticks so far out in front of you; there are precious few directions that you can look where your rounded middle does not encroach on your view. Reaching for things on high shelves was never easy, but with this pregnant belly in the way, it becomes nigh impossible. Even just crossing the room comes with a signature waddle, one hand on the small of your back, making the short trip from the couch to the kitchen and back all the more embarrassing. The weight is constant, even when seated, actively pinning you down and threatening to keep you there permanently, rendering you helpless and immobile. Trying to rock yourself up onto your feet allows you to feel just how round it is.
And there are other changes, too. Your breasts have never been larger and their aching is near constant. You can feel them swelling, getting ready to feed the child growing inside you. You haven't yet begun to leak so, day by day, you feel the tightness grow, wondering how much pressure your tits can withstand before milk begins to drip from your nipples. Even those have changed, darkening, thickening, becoming more sensitive. The temptation, the morbid curiosity to suckle on them yourself or at least make an attempt, grows by the day as well.
Pregnancy cravings have also introduced a layer of fat to your entire body, thickening what was there before and making you look softer than you've ever been. You can feel the flab settle in your hips, already widened by the reshaping of your pelvis, as well as your ass. It covers your belly in a protective layer, encouraging further the growth of your breasts. It even finds its way to embarrassing places such as the underside of your chin or the growing pad just above the slit whose needs put you in this mess in the first place.
When you stand in front of the mirror, you don't recognize the person that looks back at you. That must be someone else. Someone whose skin is marred with the signs of growth, carrying the promises of more. Someone whose appetite has made them softer, rounder, heavier. Someone whose hormones have forced their hips to widen, their tits to grow and swell, their middle to bloat with child. It's always staggering when you look down at yourself, hand on your belly, and face the reality of what you've become. Your old body is never coming back. What, will you go to the gym with a newborn to take care of? Once you have someone to feed, the demand will only encourage more milk and require larger breasts to hold it all. Your hips have widened down to the bone. This is who you are now. At a glance, everyone will know: you are a mother.
And you still have eight weeks to get even bigger.
"What am I going to do to you? Well it's complicated but I am going to put you on a regime of drugs intended to make you compliant. Lots of hypno and other conditioning. You are going to be my masterpiece." He strokes your cheek.
"You will be the perfect wife when I am done. Submissive. Eager to please. Firm believer in traditional roles. Free use to me. You will dress to please me. You will speak in ways that are pleasing to me. Your hair and make up will be done to suit my whims. To the world you will be my sweet innocent wife. Behind closed doors you are my depraved little whore." He checks the knots, making sure you are still bound.
"With the plastic surgery, you could walk by your own mother and she wouldn't notice. You are going go be Instagram pretty. Pretty but looking like thousands of other Instagram girls. But no worries, you won't remember." Pushing the needle into the IV before everything starts going black.
Wildness_Riss
Sorry I’ve been non-existent 😭😭 I’ve been so busy with work and life. Blehhhh. Anyway, this whole video is hot but I’ll keep teasing you with gifs 😬🤤😛😛😛
Id do anything for round milky breast rubs along with a huge belly like that
https://anyporn.com/497827/
I wish I had tits like hers...
Staying sober while getting her absolutely fucked up is great fun.
I invite you over for a movie and drinks. At first you sit beside me and actually watch the movie, but the alcohol soon hits you.
By the third glass I have pulled you onto my lap and started groping you. You don't seem to notice, but your nipples are hard, and your pussy is sopping wet.
You manage to get a bit suspicious and start asking questions, so I just turn your brain into mush by pushing fingers inside of your cunt and start calming you.
Yeah, I'm as drunk as you. It doesn't seem like it? Well, I'm bigger than you, so it takes longer for it to hit me! I should mix us another drink.
I take your glass and bring it to your lips. A strategic curl of my fingers that are still in you evokes a moan, and I use that to pour whatever you still have in your glass down your throat.
Pointing out our empty glasses, I push you from my knees down on the couch. You don't seem to control yourself anymore, so you land on your stomach, with your ass up.
I give it a slap, and only get a small mumble out of you. After all, vodka is a great painkiller. So I give you another slap, this time harder. Again, not much of a reaction. I hit your ass until I get a drunk cry of pain. Your skin is covered in red marks.
I go to the kitchen, knowing you won't run away, and mix you another drink. It's time for the final blow, so I pour even more alcohol than before.
I'm gonna have a fun night.