Birth n Stuff

Mid-20s, FtM| Just kinda here being horny and vibing Mainly a birth fetish account, but with a healthy sprinkling of Whatever Else I Like and Find Hot

[trashmmagic]

[strongandfirmhand2]

All girls can learn to be good girls with the right motivation

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

For future reference

[c4pti0ns]

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

Lucky boy, getting hooked on breeding early

[pr3ttypunisher]

“i’ve never done this before…” you saying it quietly. nervous. we’re sitting on my bed. both fully clothed. close but not touching yet.

“that’s okay, sweetheart. we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. we’ll go at your pace. completely at your pace.” reaching for your hand. holding it gently. “okay?”

you nodding. squeezing my hand. “okay… i want to. i’m just nervous.” “i know, baby. that’s completely normal. come here.”

pulling you closer. just holding you at first. arms around you. letting you settle. feel safe. your head on my shoulder. both of us just breathing together. feeling your heart racing. “take all the time you need, sweetheart.”

after a few minutes, feeling you relax slightly. “can i kiss you?” asking softly. you pulling back to look at me. eyes searching mine. then nodding. “yes…”

leaning in slowly. giving you time to change your mind. kissing you so gently. barely any pressure. just lips on lips. soft. sweet. careful. you kissing back tentatively. learning. figuring out how our mouths fit together.

pulling back after a moment. “was that okay?” you nodding. a small smile appearing. “yeah… that was nice…” “good. can i do it again?” you smiling more now. less nervous. “yes. please.”

kissing you again. a little longer this time. a little deeper. hand coming to your face. cupping your cheek. thumb stroking gently. you leaning into the touch. eyes closing.

continuing to kiss. slow. patient. no rush anywhere. just learning each other’s mouths. the way you taste. the way you respond. your hands staying in your lap at first. unsure where to put them.

pulling back slightly. lips barely apart. “you can touch me too, baby. anywhere you’re comfortable.” you hesitating. looking at my shoulders. my arms. then slowly bringing your hands up. resting them on my shoulders. testing.

“that’s perfect. just like that.” kissing you again. your hands gripping slightly. holding on. getting more comfortable with each kiss. learning that touching is okay. that i want you to touch me.

my other hand sliding to your waist. over your shirt. just resting there. feeling you tense slightly under my palm. pulling back from the kiss. “still okay?” you nodding quickly. “yes… keep going…”

continuing to kiss. hand on your waist staying completely still. just letting you get used to the feeling. the weight of it. the warmth. eventually sliding up slightly. barely. your side. your ribs. all over clothes. nothing too much. nothing too fast.

you relaxing more with each minute. each kiss. hands moving from my shoulders to my neck. fingers hesitant at first. then playing with my hair slightly. getting braver. exploring. me smiling into the kiss. loving how you’re opening up.

pulling back to look at you. “you’re doing so well, baby. so perfect.” you blushing. looking down. “really?” “really, sweetheart. you’re a natural.”

kissing you again. deeper now. tongue barely touching your bottom lip. asking permission without words. you opening for me. letting me in. our tongues meeting. gentle. soft. you making a small surprised sound. then leaning in more. wanting more.

both hands on your waist now. pulling you closer. you coming willingly. pressing against me. still fully clothed but closer. more intimate. feeling your warmth through layers of fabric.

hands sliding up your back. slow. deliberate. feeling you through your shirt. the curve of your spine. you arching slightly. responding. hands in my hair now. gripping. holding me to you.

kissing for a long while like that. just exploring. learning. heavy breathing between kisses. small sounds escaping both of us. hands roaming over clothes. your back. your sides. your hips. your waist.

eventually sliding one hand to your thigh. over your jeans. just resting there. you tensing for a second. breath catching. then slowly relaxing. trusting. hand still in my hair tightening slightly.

pulling back from kissing. looking at you. making sure. “still good?” you breathing hard. lips swollen from kissing. pupils dilated. “yes… really good…” “you tell me if anything is too much, okay? anything at all.” “okay… i promise.”

kissing your jaw now. your neck. soft kisses. you tilting your head. giving me access. learning to respond to what feels good. hand on your thigh squeezing gently. you gasping at the sensation.

other hand sliding higher on your back. to your ribs. thumb barely brushing the underside of your breast. over your shirt still. testing. seeing how you respond. you not stopping me. breathing harder. pressing closer.

continuing to kiss your neck. finding that spot that makes you moan. hand moving more deliberately now. cupping your breast over your shirt. gentle. careful. you moaning softly. unexpectedly. “is this okay, baby?” “yes… don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

touching you like that. over clothes. learning your body. what makes you gasp. what makes you press closer. what makes those small sounds escape. hand on your thigh sliding higher. to your hip. your waist.

“can i…” pausing. “can i pull you onto my lap?” you nodding immediately. wanting to be closer. me helping you. guiding you. you straddling me now. both still fully clothed. just closer. more intimate.

kissing again. hands on your hips. your waist. your back. feeling you everywhere i can. you grinding down slightly. instinctively. then stopping immediately. embarrassed. pulling back. “i’m sorry…”

“hey, no. it’s okay, baby. that’s normal. that means it feels good. you don’t have to apologize.” you biting your lip. “it does… it feels really good…” “then keep doing it. move however feels good. there’s no wrong way.”

you grinding again. slow. me holding your hips. guiding gently. “that’s perfect, sweetheart. just like that.”

kissing while you move. slow rolls of your hips. learning. exploring. hands sliding up your back. under your shirt now. touching skin for the first time. you gasping into my mouth. breaking the kiss. “oh…”

“is this okay?” hands on your bare back. warm skin under my palms. you nodding. eyes closed. “yes… your hands feel so good…” continuing to touch. exploring. learning your skin. your body. what makes you shiver.

you grinding more now. more confident. finding a rhythm. hands in my hair. on my shoulders. my neck. learning how to touch me too. both breathing hard.

making out like that for a while. touching over and under clothes. building slowly. you getting more comfortable. more confident. more desperate.

“do you want to keep going?” asking between kisses. giving you an out. “or is this enough for tonight?” you pulling back. thinking. looking at me. “i want to keep going… if that’s okay…” “of course it’s okay, baby. whatever you want. we’ll go as slow as you need.”

“can we… can you…” struggling to find words. “what do you need, sweetheart?” “can you touch me? like… actually touch me?” “you mean…?” gesturing between your legs. you nodding. shy but wanting.

“okay, baby. yeah. we can do that.” kissing you softly. “let’s move up on the bed. get more comfortable.”

helping you off my lap. both of us moving. you lying back against the pillows. me beside you. “we’ll keep your clothes on for now, okay? i’ll just touch you over them. see how that feels first.” you nodding. “okay…”

kissing you again. slow. deep. hand sliding down your stomach. over your shirt. to your jeans. resting on your hip. you breathing harder already.

“can i unbutton these? just to make it easier to touch you. we don’t have to take them off.” you nodding. “yes… that’s okay…”

unbuttoning slowly. unzipping. you lifting your hips slightly to help. me sliding my hand inside. over your underwear still. feeling how warm you are. how wet you already are through the fabric.

you gasping. gripping my shirt. “is this okay?” “yes… oh god yes…” “good, baby. just relax. let me make you feel good.”

touching you gently over your underwear. learning your shape. where everything is. you spreading your legs more. giving me access. trusting.

“you’re already so wet, sweetheart. that’s good. that means your body is ready.” you blushing. hiding your face. “don’t be embarrassed. it’s perfect. you’re perfect.”

rubbing gently over your underwear. finding your clit. circling it. you moaning. hips moving. “how does that feel?” “so good… really good…”

continuing like that for a while. just over your underwear. building slowly. kissing you the whole time. swallowing your moans.

“can i…” pausing. “can i touch you under these?” you hesitating. then nodding. “yes… i want you to…”

sliding my hand under your underwear. touching you directly for the first time. skin on skin. feeling how wet you are. you gasping loudly. “oh fuck…”

“language is okay, baby. you can say whatever you want.” sliding my finger through your wetness. so gentle. so careful. finding your clit. bare this time.

you moaning. louder now. hands gripping the sheets. my shirt. anything. “you feel so good, sweetheart. thank you for letting me touch you like this.”

circling your clit gently. building slowly. no rush at all. kissing your neck. your jaw. your lips. you kissing back desperately. overwhelmed by sensation.

“i’m going to put a finger inside, okay? just one. tell me if it’s too much.” you nodding. “okay… i trust you…”

sliding one finger lower. to your entrance. pushing in slowly. so slowly. watching your face. you tensing. “breathe, baby. just breathe.” you breathing. relaxing. “how is it?” “it’s… different. but good. keep going…”

pushing in further. until i’m fully inside. staying still. letting you adjust. “you’re doing so well, sweetheart. so brave.” kissing you softly.

eventually starting to move. slow. gentle. in and out. your hips moving with me. learning the rhythm. “still good?” “yes… it feels really good now…”

continuing to work you. one finger pumping slowly. thumb finding your clit. rubbing gentle circles. you moaning continuously now. not holding back anymore.

“you’re taking this so well, baby. your body knows exactly what to do.” adding a second finger eventually. “this might feel like more. tell me if it’s too much.”

pushing in slowly. both fingers. stretching you gently. you gasping. gripping me. “breathe, sweetheart. you’re okay.” you breathing through it. adjusting. “okay… i’m okay… keep going…”

working you with two fingers now. pumping slowly. curling them slightly. finding that spot inside. you crying out. “oh god, what is that?” “that’s your g-spot, baby. feels good, right?” “yes… so good…”

continuing to work you. fingers curling. hitting that spot. thumb on your clit. building you slowly. patiently. kissing you through it. swallowing your moans.

you getting closer. can feel it. how you’re tensing. how you’re clenching around my fingers. “i think… i think something’s happening…” “that’s good, baby. that means you’re getting close. just let it happen. don’t fight it.”

“but what if i can’t?” “then you can’t. and that’s okay. we’re just exploring. no pressure.” continuing the same rhythm. same pressure. “just focus on how it feels. nothing else matters.”

you relaxing at that. letting go of the pressure. just feeling. hips moving more. meeting my hand. “that’s it, sweetheart. just like that. you’re doing so well.”

working you steadily. fingers pumping. curling. thumb circling your clit. kissing you deeply. you moaning into my mouth. getting more desperate.

“it’s building… i feel it building…” “i know, baby. let it build. don’t rush. we have all the time in the world.” continuing exactly what i’m doing. not changing anything.

you getting more vocal. more desperate. “please… i don’t know what i need but please…” “you don’t need anything different. you’re doing perfect. just keep feeling.”

suddenly you tensing completely. “oh… oh god… i think…” “let go, baby. i’ve got you. just let go.”

you falling apart. cumming on my fingers. moaning so loudly. back arching. hips moving. The me working you through it gently. not stopping. just gentle steady pressure.

finally coming down. collapsing. breathing so hard. me carefully pulling my fingers out. you whimpering at the loss. immediately curling into me.

“you did so well, baby. so so well. i’m so proud of you.” holding you close. kissing your head. “that was amazing. you were amazing.”

you still catching your breath. “i didn’t know… i didn’t know it would feel like that…” “now you know, sweetheart. and we can do it again whenever you want. no pressure. ever.”

holding you while you come down. stroking your hair. your back. “thank you for trusting me with this. with your first time. that means everything.”

you looking up at me. eyes soft. vulnerable. “thank you for being so patient. for making it perfect.” “you made it perfect, baby. all you.”

staying like that. holding each other. both content. both knowing this was exactly what it should have been. gentle. patient. safe. perfect.

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

Absolutely magical. Divine writing.

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

Kinky breakups are so demoralising because why am I laying here, hand in my pants, crying to the mental image of him smacking my ass till it’s numb?

[bnwoluv]

Your gf was sleeping but her drunk roommate has plans

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

Does anyone know who this creator is? Y’know, for research purposes?

[boppinbobby-moved-deactivated20]

tumblr ate the ask i was finally gonna answer to with this gif. the ask read "idk why i sent that john kramer doesn't seem haunted by anything least of all bisexuality"

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

This is the perfect gif for one of my favourite tweets of all time.

“Men be like, ‘I’m fighting my demons’ and their demons are bisexuality”

[wanders-in-wonderland]

A Box of Fun

Note: The clit box/pussy portal concept is one I’ve seen floating around the internet since forever and I think it’s sooooo hot so here’s my take on it teehee

He’d finally done it.

His fingers trailed over the box's cool, seamless edges. A marvel of engineering, deceptively simple in its sleek titanium casing. No one would guess what lived inside. Who lived inside.

Because there, nestled in precision, pulsed a perfect replica of her pussy. Every fold, every nerve ending, every flush of blood beneath soft skin, atomically identical. Synapses wired directly to hers. A closed loop: every stroke, every touch, every cruel pinch he inflicted here would ripple through her body, her real body, with merciless accuracy.

And the inverse? Even sweeter. Every desperate clench of her cunt as she helplessly responded to his touch would answer here, in his hands, twitching like the pathetic, obedient thing it now was.

No consent. No escape. Just ownership, distilled into a box small enough to fit in his palm.

His thumb brushed the damp seam of the replica’s slit, so warm, so alive, and miles away, her breath hitched.

A grin split his face.

Time to play.

—

She’s getting ready for bed. Wearing just a big t-shirt and panties, freshly showered and sleepy. He knows because he installed cameras and microphones all throughout her apartment months ago. There isn’t a single thing she can do without him knowing.

He sits in front of his computer, multiple camera angles feeding him live video and audio. He opens the box with careful hands, her pretty pussy nestled within the lining. So cute, untouched, unsuspecting.

His fingers trail idly along the smooth, pliant flesh, and he watches as she flinches, eyes wide, glancing down at herself. He smiles.

And so it begins.

He doesn’t waste any time, his fingers moving to spread her pussy lips before he leans down and pulls her clit into his mouth, tongue moving in quick movements as he alternates between sucking and licking. He watches the way her body shuts down, shock and pleasure flooding her system as she collapses onto her bed.

He doesn’t care to give her any time to recover. Instead, he pulls his mouth away to replace his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her spit-slicked skin in tight, cruel circles, taking in the way her breath comes in fast gasps as she tries to press her legs together, confusion, fear, panic written all over her face.

It doesn’t take long before her clit is a trembling, hypersensitive nub between his fingers, swollen and darkened from relentless attention. He runs the pad of his thumb over it in slow, agonizing circles, feeling the way it pulses under his touch, tiny convulsions of pleading nerves that only make him smirk. On the screen, her legs jerk, her hips rising off the bed as her body betrays her, craving more even as her mind doesn’t undestand.

She’s a puppet, and he controls every string. He squeezes the delicate bud between his fingertips, rolling it like a toy, listening to the wet, obscene slickness of her cunt in the box mirroring the mess between her thighs on-screen. He can see the wet patch on her panties, the outline of her pretty pussy clear behind the soaked fabric.

Her clit pulses under his fingers, a trembling, engorged little nub, dark as a bruise, so swollen now that it protrudes obscenely from her slick, puffy folds. He squeezes it, watching the thin skin stretch taut, watching it throb in frantic protest.

He traces the swollen bud with his fingertip, circling slow, barely a touch, just to watch it suffer. It’s obscene how responsive she is, the little nub twitching under his attention, glistening with slick. He presses down harder, rubbing in tight little spirals, the flesh trembling beneath his fingers like a caged animal.

He lets his fingers drag lower, spreading the plush folds wide, so wet, dripping for him, even as her fists clench in the sheets. His other hand strokes her clit lazily, coaxing her higher, watching the way her hips twitch with every circling press.

He scrapes a fingernail slowly along the underside of her clit, savoring the way it quivers. Her folds flutter, her hole clenching around nothing, as if begging for something to fill her.

He indulges her, thrusting two fingers deep into the slick imitation of her pussy, relishing how the tight walls convulse.

He leans in, pressing his tongue flat against the throbbing nub in his hands, lapping at it with slow, wet drags. The way it jerks under the heat of his mouth, god, it’s beautiful. On-screen, her back arches. A broken moan tangles in her throat.

His fingers move, fucking her in deep, lazy pumps, her inner walls clenching around nothing, trying to hold onto something, anything, to anchor against the pleasure.

She rocks into it, chasing his invisible touch, teetering over the edge.

So he pulls away.

Her entire body jerks in protest because she doesn’t get to cum yet.

His fingertips trace the very edges of her clit, never touching where she needs it most, just ghosting over the hypersensitive nerves until her entire body writhes. She claws at the sheets, her thighs twitching open despite herself, her pussy clenching around nothing, her clit begging for friction.

Then, finally, he gives in, but not the way she wants. He presses the flat of his thumb down on the engorged nub, grinding in slow, mind-numbing circles, watching on the screen as her back arches wildly.

He increases the pressure just a fraction, just enough to keep her teetering. Her cunt is dripping, her clit a dark, throbbing bead under his control, her body no longer hers, just a thing, just a wet little hole responding on command.

When her thighs start to shake, when her voice breaks into a sob, he stops, watching the hope fade from her eyes.

He pulls out a fine-tipped vibrator, pressing it directly against the bundle of nerves, dialing it just under the threshold of orgasm.

A keening noise claws up her throat as the pleasure builds and builds, never cresting, never breaking, just holding her there on the edge, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for the release she won’t get.

He watches her writhe, soaked in sweat and shame, her body no longer her own.

And through it all, her clit pulses in his grasp, a tiny, twitching heart of suffering and ecstasy.

He can see her chest heaving from her panting breaths, so close to what she wants. And so he stops, pulling the vibrator off, watching her helpless pussy twitch and ache.

She lets out a wail, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as desperation gnaws a deep ache inside of her.

He watches the screen, half-amused, half-annoyed, as her fingers hesitantly drift between her thighs. She wants to cum and she thinks she can do it herself.

A mistake.

The moment her fingertips brush her swollen clit, his grip tightens on the replica in his hands, his thumb pressing down just enough to make her freeze.

No, no, sweet thing. That’s against the rules.

He gives her clit a harsh flick and watches as a scream rips out of her throat. But that isn’t enough to deter her, because moments after, her fingers are back on her clit, rubbing like a filthy, disobedient whore.

He sucks in an annoyed breath and picks up a thin electric rod. Without hesitating, he presses the tip against her clit and shocks her, the zapping sound ripping through the air.

A sharp, stinging jolt shoots through the tiny bundle of nerves in his palm, and oh, the way it jerks. The way she jerks, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as she yanks her hand away, thighs slamming together as if she can protect herself.

But protection isn’t an option anymore. Not from him.

He lets her pant, lets her shake, lets her think it might be over.

And then, with slow, deliberate cruelty, he pinches the clit between two fingers, holding it still before driving the electric rod against it, letting it fire off several zaps in quick succession.

She screams. The clit in his box convulses, the trapped flesh trembling violently.

He smiles.

“You’ll learn,” he murmurs, flicking the little nub again, hard. She yelps, back arching off the bed.

Her fingers stay far away now, knuckles white as she grips the sheets instead, her body trembling under his unseen control.

Good.

He drags his thumb over the sopping slit in the box, gathering slick before lazily circling the clit again, just enough to tease. Just enough to make her squirm on screen.

She bites her lip, thighs pressing together in futile resistance.

He reaches for the tiny silver clamp and arranged it around her flesh, watching it bite down on her swollen clit, the sensitive tissue protesting with every pulse. Tears well up in her eyes on the screen. She shakes her head, whispering no, no, no, but there is no mercy for her.

He twists the clamp tighter around her tortured clit, delighting as the swollen flesh bulges around the metal teeth, darkening to a lurid purple. Her whole pussy quivers in response, her hole weeping, her inner muscles spasming in confused, helpless pleasure.

He grabs the vibrator again, the toy humming to life against the clamped bud, the frequency so precise it makes her flesh flutter, muscles contracting helplessly. Her back arches off the bed, a broken noise wrenching from her throat as pleasure spikes, sharp, unbearable, inescapable. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets, hips bucking in stuttering little jerks as the toy torments the hypersensitive nerve cluster.

Drool slicks her lower lip as she pants, eyes unfocused. He watches with satisfaction as her cunt pulses around nothing, slickness dripping from her in obscene rivulets. The vibrator buzzes harder, and a broken sob tears from her, sounds of desperation spilling out of her mouth.

He adjusts the clamp a fraction tighter, then twists it just to hear her scream. The vibrator rolls slow, merciless circles, pinning her clit ruthlessly. Every nerve in her body is lit up, pleasure crackling through her in waves that crest but never break. She is no longer a woman, just a thing shaking apart between his fingers, reduced to quivering flesh and involuntary spasms.

Every pulse of the vibrator sends shockwaves through her, stomach clenching, toes curling, breath coming in jagged little gasps. But he keeps it steady, never increasing the intensity, never allowing her the relief of building toward release.

Just edging. Just an endless, torturous plateau, where she can feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her but never tipping over.

"P-Please—" she whimpers, her voice thin and broken, nails digging into her own thighs as if that could ground her.

He tsks, amused. As if she has any right to beg.

With deliberate cruelty, he turns the vibrator up, just one notch.

The effect is immediate. Her stomach muscles quiver violently, her legs splaying wider in helpless invitation, her mouth dropping open in a soundless scream. The clamp keeps her clit swollen and aching, the vibrator sending sharp, concentrated pulses straight into the overstimulated nerve bundle.

And still, she doesn’t cum.

Because he won’t let her.

Not until he decides she’s suffered enough.

—

The moment finally comes, her body, strained to its absolute limit, teetering on the razor’s edge of orgasm. He can feel it in the way her clit pulses in the box, a desperate, throbbing little heartbeat between his fingers. He has denied her all night, teased her, shocked her, clamped her, ruined her, but now, at last, he will let her break.

He pulls the clamp off cruelly, watching her clit swell as blood comes rushing back, flooding her already raw nerves with new torment. Her clit trembles, swollen so fat it sticks out from between her lips, begging for mercy. He doesn’t give her a chance to recover before he presses the vibrating toy directly onto her swollen clit, cranked to the highest setting.

On screen, her entire body snaps taut, a silent scream stretching her lips wide.

"That’s it," he murmurs, watching her cunt flutter around nothing, soaking the sheets beneath her. "Cum for me."

And she does.

Hard.

Her back arches violently, her thighs locking around the empty air as her orgasm rips through her. The clit in his hands convulses, pussy spilling slick in thick pulses under his touch. He grins, keeping the vibrator pressed firm, not letting up, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her until it hurts.

She thrashes, her moans turning hoarse, painfully overstimulated, but he doesn’t stop.

He laughs, low and dark.

"You think you're done?" His fingers dig into her folds, spreading them open, exposing her glistening, twitching hole to the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator. "I’m just getting started."

Another orgasm wrenches out of her, messy and uncontrollable, her cunt contracting in helpless spasms as tears streak down her face.

Her legs jerk on the screen, thighs slick with sweat and arousal, heels digging into the mattress as if she could escape the pleasure eating her alive. But she can't. Every pulse of the toy sends electric jolts straight through her clit, her pussy fluttering around empty air, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.

He smirks, circling the vibrating tip harder against the swollen bud, watching the way her stomach muscles clench, another orgasm building whether she wants it or not.

Then, with deliberate cruelty, he pulls out a vibrating dildo and presses it straight into the tight, dripping hole in the box.

Her scream splits the air, her spine bowing off the bed, fingers clawing at nothing as the thick intrusion fills her in the exact spot designed to destroy her. The moment he turns it on, her entire body bucks like a live wire, the deep, rumbling vibrations rocking through her core, pressing mercilessly against the swollen inner wall of her cunt.

The clit vibrator doesn’t stop, buzzing against her abused nub while the deeper toy punishes her g-spot, sending shocks of sensation radiating through her lower belly.

She wails, thighs slamming together in a desperate, futile attempt to stop the pleasure, but it’s impossible, her hips twitch in tiny, involuntary thrusts, her cunt clamping down around the thick vibrator like it’s trying to milk it.

Her clit jumps under the relentless onslaught, pulsing in time with the brutal vibrations, the dark, swollen flesh quivering violently under his treatment. The dildo shifts inside her, the angle just right to send another bone-deep spasm tearing through her, her back arching so sharply it looks like she’ll snap.

He grinds the vibrator deeper, angling it so the thick, ribbed tip digs ruthlessly into the spongy spot inside her, the pressure unbearable. Every thrum of the toy sends gushes of slick spilling from her hole, her pussy clenching in erratic, overstimulated spasms, not an orgasm, not anymore, just her body breaking from the relentless pleasure.

Her clit is engorged, purpling from the abuse, twitching against the buzzing toy like a dying thing, her entire pussy quivering in time with it.

And still, he doesn’t stop.

He increases the speed, the dildo drilling into her sensitive walls, the clit toy vibrating so fast it blurs, her entire body convulsing like a puppet yanked on its strings.

Another scream rips out of her, her hips jacking up off the bed, her cunt flooding the sheets as the forced pleasure tears another orgasm out of her, violent and uncontrollable. Her muscles lock, her fists slamming into the mattress as she cums, hard, messy, shameless, her hole pulsing around the vibrator, her clit throbbing in his grip like a second heartbeat.

But it’s not a release.

It’s torture.

Her eyes roll back, her moans turning to sobs as her body betrays her, cumming again, and again, her overstimulated nerves alight with agony and ecstasy.

She is nothing now.

Just a wet, trembling hole, a toy, a broken thing locked inside a box, bleeding pleasure at his command.

And he laughs, pressing down harder, watching her break.

Because she’s not allowed to stop.

Not until he decides.

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

This is absolutely magical

OP we thank you for your service 🫡

[women-in-love]

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

Need to have a handsome boy riding me and touching himself like this.

[fytentacleporn]

They’re just getting started

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

The dream tbh

[pregnant-kitten]

Maybe losing control a bit. 😅

Still a mile away from crowning; These pictures I’m sharing were taken during the most frustrating part of the pushing stage.

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

So beautiful. These are amazing!

[pishisusul]

they can't nuke my camera roll 😌

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

OMG HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE HOTTEST BEING ALIVE

[hyenagirlpenis]

Wanna play with me? Are you alone? Let's tease your nipples! I'll give you some directions. Ready? Lift your shirt :3

Slowly. Not too fast. Enjoy the embarrassment. Let it flutter in the pit of your stomach. Pull it over your head, leave it all exposed for me...

Just sit in this for a second. God, how perfect. Skin getting hot, the neediness just growing. Squirming where you sit a little. What's that you're thinking? It's too embarrassing?

No, it's not. Not yet. You're going to make it worse first.

Take your hands and lay them on your sides. Slowly rub upwards. Slower. Look at yourself doing this. Such careful, warm touching. What if someone saw you like this, feeling yourself up for me? You'd like to be caught by someone willing to use it against you, wouldn't you?

Ha! You clenched your thighs. You're aching for more, and the tension lower down just gives you away. That sucks. We're only playing with your tits for now.

Don't touch your nipples. I'll let you know when you're allowed. Keep sliding your hands up, lightly, warmly, feeling the friction. Go up passed them. Cup your upper chest. Squeeze a little, like you're watching someone handsy, someone like me, give you a little grab. Bounce your whole chest by pushing and jiggling, not too harsh.

Watch your skin and body and hands move. Feel your mouth fall open a little for breath. If you're thinking, "I look stupid," good, it's hot when you're embarrassed. Look stupid for me. If you're so horny, you don't even know what you're thinking, that's even better.

Trail your fingers down, towards your nipples, but don't touch them. Just lightly trace around them. Around and around and around, slower than you like it. Imagine it's me teasing you if you really need. I'd be giggling in your face for how desperate you're getting. Feigning like this next circle will spiral to those sensitive centers and not doing it, just to see if you huff or shiver or whine.

Go on, stare down at your own touch, rubbing without crossing over. Tension piling up in you. Flexing your core or thighs or glutes, wherever arousal builds. So needy, and it's only getting worse.

Now just brush over your nipples with your fingertips, as light as possible to still feel it. Hold your body still, stay upright, don't lose control now, not from one little flick. Now brush up over them, back down, up, down. Keep going, don't go too fast. I want you to want more. Up, down. You could give yourself more at any point, but you won't. You want me to make you tease yourself.

How cute. Does it ache more below, like the nerves are starting to fire together? Are your nipples stiffening? Maybe you're just squirming and clenching, from watching yourself fondle and rub your own body. Good, so perfect.

Rub a little faster, a little harder. Let your thumbs flick back and forth over them until it's almost too much, but don't overstimulate yourself. Build up the sensation, not all at once. Ride the cusp of tickling and teasing, maybe pinching and pulling gently. Ratchet up the intensity. That's it. I want that ache to sharpen and grow, get heavier.

Squeeze your nipples, between forefinger and thumb. As lightly painful as possible. Gently, slowly, pull if you need more. But not too much. I want you to want more. Hold it. Still.

Hold it.

Until your breath shortens, your body clenches. Think about how ridiculous you look, how good it feels to look ridiculous. The edge of humiliation and arousal, ache and want and need, sensitive and desperate, all at once.

Go just longer than you really want to.

And let go. Stroke them lightly, immediately, right now. Sensitive, aren't they? Keep touching them, take advantage of that sensitivity. Keep shifting and clenching your core and legs, I'm not telling you how to take care of that arousal this time. Just how to tease your nipples. Sit in that tight, aching need, while your fingers tease, maybe rubbing or circling or pinching or pulling, tapping and tracing or slowing down or pushing in. Whatever it takes, draw out your own reactions even longer.

And that's it. Lay your hands flat over them, warm palms over your nipples. Gently rub your hands over yourself, going around your chest. Soft and teasing, sweet, full caressing. Like being petted slowly, for doing so well. Let it all sink in deeper.

It feels so good to be groped and teased, doesn't it? If I can't do it myself, you need to make sure you're embarrassing yourself regularly. Aw, is that a little pride inside that humiliation? A flicker of excitement at the idea of training yourself to like this? Well, we'll have to see if you want more soon, won't we?

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

This is amazing!! Like, literally perfect 💜

[daddy-big-bulge]

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

I would let this man do anything to me.

A N Y T H I N G.

[byjove]

I hate the gymbro side of the internet because a lot of it is extremely toxic but I once saw a gymbro meme that was like “befriending the local trans guy so I can steal his testosterone” and I think that’s hilarious and a great plot idea for a movie. Deeply unhappy bigoted red pill meathead gym rat starts trying to befriend a trans man to steal his testosterone and ends up genuinely clicking with him and going on a journey of self discovery that either ends in the protag realizing he’s gay and in love with his friend or transitioning to a woman.

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

Pitch: a passionate and artistically-shot love scene involving testosterone gel that rubs off on the two of them while they grind against each other.

[flnpushy-deactivated20250719]

compilation of mommies trying to wiggle their babies out!

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

Genuinely the hottest thing I’ve ever seen 😍

[i-cant-stop69]

@bigtimemoney02 @pushing4you @shining-123 @111223132

If any of you are still looking for the second one, I finally found it here:

The Freebirth of Ilya Greyfox - Autonomous Homebirth in Water

Watch Brittany Taylor's unassisted childbirth (freebirth) of Ilya, an autonomous home birth in water. Also, get resources to support your au

It’s really long so I’m still scrubbing through it but I saw the vibrator!

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

Amazing! Especially the beginning with her enjoying labour!

[correctingcuntboys]

Let's be real for a moment.

You don't have a penis. You have a clitoris, pretty little pearl that aches to be touched.

You have a vulva. Pretty pink labia surrounding your vagina, your birth canal.

You don't have testes producing testosterone. You have ovaries producing estrogen and progesterone, hormones that play an important part in developing female traits, such as breast development, making your body shape curvy, making you menstruate and ensuring you are fertile and therefore can get pregnant.

Your whole biological purpose is to have a male insert his penis into your vagina, ejaculate his sperm through your cervix, right into your uterus, fertilising the eggs from your ovaries. Then, you can grow his babies in your womb. Your belly growing for the whole nine months, your breasts starting to swell, helping you get into a motherly shape for the moment when you push the baby out of your birth canal and become a mother. That's what you are. You are a female and your purpose is to give birth. Everything you have - your vagina, your reproductive system, your breasts, your curves - are meant for that.

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

🤤🤤🤤

[screamingandwhelping]

I may be a trans guy with a pussy but if we’re talking cis mpreg I WANT him to give birth through his penis.

My alpha wolf, ripe for birth. He’s sitting up holding his hairy belly, shaking, his first litter. Me, on the floor between his spread legs while his crotch bulges.

“You’re ready for the first crowning,” I say. “I’m gonna help you cum the pup into your cock.”

He shakes his head, his cock is engorged and overstimulated after the 10 hours spent in labor, opening up the base of his cock like a cervix. But it’s not a cervix—he isn’t anywhere near 10cm dilated, and he never will be. His body is pushing the pup down without his help, so even if he’d rather labor uselessly, trying to dilate further, he can’t. It’s time.

I take his quivering cock in my hand and massage the base, where the pup is straining to get out. He whimpers and pushes into my hand, aching for relief from the pressure and pain.

“Good boy,” I say, and slip two fingers of my other hand into the tip of his cock.

“No, no,” my wolf moans. “That hurts.”

“I know, baby,” I say. “But your tip doesn’t dilate as much as the base, I have to stretch you out myself. You know that. Lean on me.”

Just like we practiced, he puts his clawed hands on my shoulders and his forehead on my forehead. Our breath mixes. I push my fingers deeper in his cock and he tightens his grip on my shoulders. A whimper escapes his muzzle.

“Good boy, good boy,” I whisper, and start rhythmically rubbing the inside of his cock and the bulge at his crotch.

His pants progress from pained to aroused. His engorged cock hardens and rises, his knot ripening with cum. This is the biggest his hard cock will ever be in his life, the moments right before he crowns a pup’s head into his penis while cumming harder than he’s ever felt, and much longer than he ever could without whelping. This litter, his first litter, is small, almost not befitting of an alpha. He’ll get to repeat this first crowning and cumming only three more times before he’s finished whelping.

“Fuck,” he whimpers. “I don’t want to do this.”

My hands keep moving. “You have to, baby. You’re the alpha now.”

“It hurts.”

“Only for a few more seconds.”

“Hnghhh….I, I…fuck I need to cum.”

I pull my fingers out, shove my pussy onto his cock, and squeeze his knot.

He screams and cums, gripping my shoulders hard, and the pup crowns into his penis, stretching my pussy wrapped around it. Birth fluids and cum spurt into me. His hips buck as he cums a second time inside me. I give a quick, practiced push, whelping his cock and our pup still inside him, and I support his stretched penis while he cums again, bringing our pup to a full crown at the head of his penis. I can see fur, dark fur.

“Fuck, fuck, it’s in my cock, fuck, get it out! Get it OUT!”

I jostle him back into position, his hands on my my shoulders. He digs his claws in.

“Shh, baby, be a good boy. You have to pant for this part, slow, slow. We don’t want you to tear.”

He moans and quivers as he tries to slow his breathing. “It hurts…” he whimpers.

The next contraction grips his belly and he gasps. The pup’s head begins to inch out of his cock, wet and slick. My hands support both him and the pup from underneath.

“Good boy, you’re doing so well, good, good,” I murmur, entranced by this introduction to our first pup.

His belly contracts again and he groans, then—as the pup’s head slides out of his penis, he screams, “Fuck! Fuck that hurt. It’s out? Is it out? Did I whelp?”

“Almost, almost,” I say. “You whelped out the head. Reach down, baby.” I guided his hand down to the head of his penis to feel the fur.

“That’s it?” he whines. “That’s our pup? It’s almost out. Oh fuck, it’s almost out.”

I squeeze his hand. “Almost there. You feel the next contraction? Good boy, now PUSH.”

He takes a breath, curls over his belly, and pushes hard, whelping the pup out into my hands. As soon as he feels the release he unclenches and screams.

“Fuck, it hurt! It hurt so fucking bad, fuck, fuck, why am I still pushing?!”

His crotch is starting to bulge again. I set the pup down in some waiting blankets and start massaging his knot again, slipping three fingers into his cock this time.

“The next pup is about to whelp,” I say, gently stretching his opening with my fingers. “This one will be easier. The first pup is always hardest. You want to cum again?”

I stroke him until he hardens, and when he’s ready to cum I don’t put his cock inside me—this will happen fast. He cums, screaming, and the second pup shoots through his cock and is forcibly whelped into my arms. He doesn’t get a break. The third pup is ready to crown into his penis, and with just a few strokes he cums the pup out completely. He doesn’t even have time to breathe—the last pup enters his penis in an afterstock. As he rolls through more aftershocks, he gradually whelps out the last of the litter.

“I—I still need to push,” he whines.

“Good boy, it’s the placenta, it’s almost over. Let’s get your afterbirth out.”

I pull my alpha wolf into my lap and he curls into my chest. I gently, gently start stroking him off, and he cums weakly, with a little whimper. He’s so overstimulated. Over the next twenty minutes he slowly cums, each orgasm pushing the afterbirth out. He cries a little when the afterbirth enters his cock, but he helps me by pushing, and finally he whelps the placenta into my lap. He can’t even lift his head anymore. I lay him down and guide each of our four pups to his teats, where they drink eagerly.

“I want to do it again,” he whispers, our litter wriggling against his chest and stomach. “I need to whelp a big litter next time.”

I put my hand on my belly, knowing that I will quickly swell from when I forced him to cum up against my womb.

“Okay, we’ll do it. But you’ll have to help me in a few months first…”

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YES.