Mussings of my Pregnancy kink and role play, 21+

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

I am looking at doing more erotic Role plays. Pregnancy and birth denial is such a kink of mine as is sub play being the helpless carrier, is such a turn on. I am really up for a challenge.

My number one is question is Always why? Why love to torture as a woman? The answer the primal and maternal instinct. The biggest turn on as someone as a carrier is the lack of control over my body. To be helpless and dependent on my spouse and trust the medical community no matter how shady. I love power play between sub and dom.

DM me an idea or fantasy and I will see if we can come up with something amazing. I am a ghost smut writer always looking for requests.

Ideas I love forced pregnancy and dark themes. Looking to get really creative. 21 + only! No minors you will be blocked!

This is pure fantasy and fiction!

[rbynight]

thinking about a species of alien that reproduces using technology. by inserting a probe into their chosen incubator, they force the recipient’s body open and build its offspring bit by bit. you might be able to talk yourself out of it for a little while, but you can’t resist your curiosity forever. that’s when they get to you.

not long after you blink awake, you feel your hole go suddenly loose — then, a sudden pressure as the first stage of the alien technology begins to make its shape inside you. at first, it’s uncomfortably rigid. you feel a constant flutter in your pelvis as it constructs itself; the sensation eventually fades into a gentle (but insistent) swell in your stomach. when the artificial womb is done, the small and flexible probe is changed out for a thick pipe that holds your walls wide open. now, you’re ready.

the aliens crowd around you, blurry through your half-closed eyes. you feel a sudden heat press against your sensitive hole and plunge into the device attached to you. the strange cock flares every few centimeters, stretching your entrance to its limit. just when you think you can’t take any more, it whines and floods you with a heavy dose of cum that sits warm in the bottom of your stomach. you squeeze around the pipe and try to catch your breath — that was only the first one.

one impossibly long breeding session later, you lie dozing on a soft surface, belly swollen with the things the aliens have done to you. the tube has been removed at some point, finally giving your exhausted hole some rest. you take a moment to be grateful — you know you have to birth them next.

once they realize you’re awake, they waste no time suspending you into a padded harness. it scares you at first, but it honestly isn’t that bad once you get used to it. your heavy stomach is supported perfectly and your back feels great. something firm presses up against you, leaving your hole exposed and ready.

the first thing that comes out of you is a rush of cool, slippery fluid. you gasp in surprise — now you can feel the eggs rolling around inside you. the hard shell that was encasing them has disappeared, letting the fully-grown eggs move freely inside your new incubator. the first one shifts lower, then forward, then—

you cry out as it presses against your lips. the slightly-flexible shell slips out of you mercifully easily. that’s one birthed… according to the screen above your head, the first of many.

you swallow. this is going to be a long night.

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

I want to role play this so badly

[rayitoxd2]

Oh to be like this…

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

Looking for a public birth role play. Birth denial crowning. Can be human or eggs. Humiliation as well. Medical play, being treated like a specimen. Send me a chat if interested.

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

Right now thinking of getting an ovipostor. Been reading about the sensation of birthing eggs and how it feels to have to hold a clutch all day. Would love to RP being forced into this by my master. To become their human incubator. First filling me up slowly with one little egg sac.

Then 2 and more and more until I am finally sloshing my belly is so swollen my lips glisten. You don’t want me to lose an egg as I move you tie me up making sure my legs are spread open forbidding me to push. You press something on your phone.

Each egg makes a vibration bringing me to tears wanting to close my legs feeling the wetness surround me as the little egg mound comes out slightly burning my lips as they quiver open.

The more ask I to let them out. To push the more you encourage me hold it in longer. The more you tell me the harder I want to push.

You simply run your hand on my opening edging my clit keeping the little sac from getting out too soon. Would love an RP like this. To be your pet and told I am a good girl for holding your eggs for you as you add 10 more. How many eggs do you think you shove up inside my wet pussy? What else would you do to keep me from pushing?

[eggedbellies]

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[secretlytranced]

Well that could be dangerously fun...

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

So interested now!

[skelussy]

Feeling its ovipositer slowly open up your numbed cervix, taking its time to gently open you up before filling you with its young, cradeling and praising you. its sweet warm incubater. Your belly only slightly pooched out but already feeling so so so full. over the next weeks it feeds you by gently pushing a thick warm soft cock down your throat and pumping a thick creamy liquid into your belly untill you feel just a little too full several times a day. your tits grow and fill with milk, which it expresses daily. gently sucking on your big swollen udders.

after two weeks your belly is perfectly rounded out. you can feel the babys in your womb slowly wiggling around and squirming against their many siblings in discomfort. Your patient lover changes. It shoves two tenticles into you, one down into your stoumach and another into your intestine and you imediately feel them begin to pump the liquid into you. you behin to feel like a balloon about to pop. for three days the tenticles keep you completely stuffed and you feel your body take on lots and lots of fat.

When the tenticles come out you feel that its time. You instinctually get on all fours and feel your babys push their squishy heads theough your cervix, pushing out one at a time at first then stretching you open enough to be come out several together, squeezing out of your hole. Each about the size of a stretched out baseball and looking like a large maggot.

As they leave yout body they begin to explore your body and their surroundings. Some plop off of you and feel around, some find their way to your swinging tits and begin sucking sustinance out of your body, others even find your stretched asshole and decide they are not done being incubated. you feel 5 or 6 squish back up into your body and wriggle in your anus while your birth even more.

The second you feel the last baby exit your womb (though not your body due to your late bloomers currently cuddled in your sore asshole) you feel the tenticle again gently push, this time much easuer, into your cervix and begin to pump small eggs into your womb.

[missmaramaisy]

If I had to narrow down my favorite part of birth itself, I love most the crowning stage.

The struggle, the stimulation, the vulnerability, slowly opening up, bulging forward, what does come out only recedes, forced to push again and again just for the smallest increment of progress, challenged at every push by the increasing burn while trying to stretch to the widest point.

I can be satisfied just enjoying this part of birth, fantasizing a moment stuck at the crown.

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

This is the part that gets me. The burning the sensation of relief being so close. Being told you have to hold it just for a couple minutes. Your desire to push being held by the doctor’s hand.

[99liv3s]

Virtual Birth Experience

Brittany brushed her black hair out of her face as she continued to browse around online, her brown eyes scanning the screen. Lately, she had taken to exploring the shady, deeper part of the internet in an attempt to satisfy her pregnancy and birth fetish. After watching a few videos, Brittany then came upon something that intrigued her greatly:

Abi, a user controlled virtual birth experience!

Brittany clicked on this and was greeted with an intro screen with more in depth information:

Welcome!

Take control of your very own Artificial Birthing Intelligence (ABI) in the most interactive birth simulation on the internet! You control the entire experience as Abi gives birth and can fully interact with her! Using your mouse and a provided UI, Abi's labor will proceed how you see fit, and can be as easy or difficult as you wish! You may do whatever you want!

Simply click the button below to begin! Please read the following instructions and also ensure that your camera and microphone are connected and activated, to ensure the most authentic experience!

Brittany skimmed the following instructions quickly, excitement building up inside her. This sounded extremely fun and interesting! Most of these instructions focused on how the UI would work, and the like. After she did indeed make sure her camera and microphone were working, she clicked the begin button!

The screen changed, and after a surprisingly quick loading screen, Brittany was looking at what looked like a simulated birthing room. At the bottom of her screen was the aforementioned UI, which seemed to control things like, how bad contractions were, how long they lasted, dilating speed, etc. She could even force a contraction with the click of a button, and there was a bar that indicated the speed and length of the birth in general. Brittany also found camera controls, and found she could move the camera freely, into whatever position she wished. As she was playing around with these settings, she turned the birth speed bar down to the slowest setting, as a naked, clearly pregnant girl entered the screen.

The girl was light toned, with long blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, and bright blue eyes. Holding her large naked belly, she stared directly into the camera, at Brittany! "Hi, I'm Abi," she said, with a shy smile, "What is your name?" Brittany blinked in surprise at how realistic this seemed. If not for some obvious graphical observations, Brittany would have sworn she was talking to a real girl. "I'm Brittany," she said into her microphone, feeling slightly awkward. However, Abi responded immediately. "Nice to meet you, Brittany!" She said. "You must be the one helping me give birth today!" Brittany smiled in spite of herself, and quickly settled into a natural conversation with Abi! "Yes, I guess I am," she stated. Abi smiled, rubbing her belly absentmindedly! "Great, I'm ready to give birth for you!" Abi quipped. "Wow, it's so real," Brittany thought. Eager to test out her abilities, she began looking over the UI again, noticing several new options that appeared when Abi had arrived, such as birth position, restraints, tools, and the like.

Abi was still slowly strolling around the birth area, still holding her belly with one hand, seemingly not in any pain or discomfort. Thinking that she wanted to speed things up a bit, Brittany clicked on the birth speed bar and increased it slightly. Immediately, she heard a sharp intake of breath from Abi, who grimaced and clutched her bump tightly. "Are you ok?" Brittany asked, smiling, playing her role. Abi nodded, still grimacing with her eyes shut. "It's a bit painful," the girl said in response. Brittany tried out her "force contraction" button, and saw Abi immediately double over in pain, crying out slightly. "Maybe you should walk around a bit?" Brittany suggested. Abi nodded, and began waddling around the room slowly. "You're the boss," she said with a smile.

Eager to try more, and quite impatient, Brittany increased the birth speed a bit more, and saw Abi react with more discomfort, labor clearly starting to progress now. Brittany noticed that as time passed, the area behind the current position on the bar began to turn gray, and she found she could not click backward into those gray areas. After thinking for a second, Brittany understood. This was also a birth progression bar, and she obviously could not go backward. Abi continued to waddle around the room, grimacing and slightly moaning in pain. Brittany was hit with an urge to touch the pregnant girl, and then remembered that she technically could. Using her mouse, she positioned her cursor over Abi's belly and clicked. The cursor changed to a hand, as Abi looked up into the camera. "You poked me?" She asked smiling. Brittany clicked an icon on her UI, and Abi immediately went over to the bed in the center of the room and sat on it. Brittany rubbed Abi's belly using her mouse, and Abi immediately stretched out, her eyes closed and a slight moan of pleasure and relief escaping her. "That feels good," Abi said, as Brittany continued to rub. Thinking of what else she could potentially do with this ability, Brittany instructed Abi to lay on her back, with her legs spread. Once she was in position, Brittany began to lightly rub Abi's vagina. Abi let out a moan of ecstasy, clearly enjoying this. Brittany felt herself become aroused as well, as Abi continued to cry out in pleasure.

"More! Please More!" Abi begged, as Brittany stopped to examine more of the UI. Brittany had a bit of a sadistic side to her, and it began to emerge as she became aroused. Eager to explore more abilities, Brittany instructed Abi to move over to the wall. "Birthing ball, I assume?" Abi asked, but Brittany smiled. "No," she said, and called up the restraints menu. With a few clicks, Abi was restrained to the wall by chains connected to her arms and legs. "Brittany, what are you doing?" Abi asked surprised. Still smiling, Brittany forced a few contractions on Abi, who cried and moaned in pain, but could not clutch her belly due to being restrained. "This site said I could do whatever I wanted," Brittany reassured herself. With a few more clicks, she had increased the birth speed slightly more, made contractions more intense and longer lasting, and increased dilation speed. Still restrained, Abi moaned and cried in pain, clearly uncomfortable in her position. A general indicator in the corner of the screen told, among other things, how far dilated Abi was, and Brittany saw that she was 3 centimeters dilated so far. She smiled, as Abi panted, and, looking up into the camera, asked, "How much longer do I have to be like this??" Brittany clicked on Abi and rubbed her belly and vagina again. "Don't worry, I won't make you give birth like this," she told the AI. "Just a bit longer."

A few more minutes later, Brittany found herself bored of this, and so she let Abi off the wall. Abi immediately clutched her belly and moaned painfully, squatting slightly. Brittany has changed some more settings, resulting in Abi crying out, "P...pressure!" "So much pressure!" "I need to... p..push!" Seeing that Abi was still only 4 centimeters dilated, Brittany shook her head. "You can't yet, she told the laboring girl not unkindly. "You're not fully open yet." Abi moaned, and Brittany, still currently in a nice mood, instructed Abi to get on the birthing ball. Once that was done, Brittany changed the camera angle and began rubbing Abi's back.

A few minutes later, Abi moaned louder and higher pitched as the birth bar filled more and her dilation reached 7. Brittany instructed Abi to get back on the bed with her legs spread again, and restrained her legs into stirrups. "Oh, please let me push... please," Abi begged. Brittany turned the contractions setting to higher and faster, and increased birthing speed even more, causing Abi to scream in pain. The dilation meter immediately jumped to 9 as Abi cried in agony, thrashing around on the bed, clearing trying anything to get comfortable, but finding nothing but pain. "It's almost time," Brittany said with a grin. "Are you ready to push?" "Y...YES!!" Abi screeched, tears in her eyes, sweat running down her face as she moaned and cried.

Brittany broke Abi's water with a click of a button and told her she could push. However, her sadistic streak was back, and she explored her UI options as Abi pushed, crying out in pain. Brittany forced a few more contractions on Abi, causing the poor girl to scream loudly and push again. Brittany began to rub Abi's tummy again as she slowed the contraction speed and intensity slightly, not wishing to rush the experience! "AAHH, THIS REALLY HURTS!" Abi screamed, crying hysterically, her legs shaking in the stirrups. Brittany adjusted the camera angle to get a good look at Abi's vagina, and saw a bulge was already forming. "OH GOD!" Abi yelled as she began pushing again, causing her pussy to open and a head to appear slightly. Brittany clicked and held her cursor on the head, and saw it change to a hand again, except instead of a rubbing cursor, it was quite clearly holding the baby in, covering Abi's vagina. Brittany continued to hold the head as Abi pushed again, and the head did not move. "AAAH, OOOHH PLEASE LET ME GET IT OUT!! PLEASE!!" Abi pleaded, whining as the pain and pressure seemed to worsen. Brittany shook her head as Abi sobbed and screamed. "Push!" Brittany ordered, and Abi tried, hysterically shrieking. "PLEASE STOP!" Abi begged. "LET IT OUT! IT HURTS!! PLEASE LET ME PUSH IT OUT!!" Brittany held the baby in for another contraction, then forced one on Abi, and then finally removed her "hand" from Abi's vagina. "Ok, for real now, push it out!" Brittany said, and Abi immediately bore down with a yell. The head instantly shot out, opening Abi up wide, and she screamed in shock and agony. "AAHHH, IT BURNS!" Abi cried, informing Brittany that the head had shot to full crown. The head hung out of Abi, keeping her stretched open, as Brittany adjusted some settings, releasing Abi from the stirrups and instructing her to get on all fours. The process of doing this seemed like pure agony to Abi, as she cried and moaned while moving. "IT'S COMING!!" Abi announced as she barely got into position. Her vagina now high in the air, and her contracting belly touching the floor, Abi let out a huge grunt as she pushed, and the baby fell out of her and lightly hit the floor, crying as it entered the world.

As Abi repositioned herself and picked up the baby she had just birthed, a message appeared at the top of Brittany's screen, saying, "When you are finished, click the baby to proceed!" Brittany aassumed this was some sort of ending message. Abi lay clutching her newborn, crying herself in both relief and joy. The baby was a boy, with blonde hair the same color as Abi's. Brittany smiled as she watched this for a few minutes, then, she clicked the baby. At once, the baby vanished, and Abi, seemingly fully recovered, stood up, smiling brightly. "I hope you enjoyed the experience," she said happily. "Thank you for helping me have my baby!" "You're welcome," Brittany responded. "This is so cute," she thought, as Abi continued to smile at her. "Now, my turn," Abi said. "What do you mean?" Brittany asked with a laugh. "As per the contract you signed when you clicked proceed, it's time for us to swap roles," Abi said, still smiling. "What contract??" Brittany asked, no longer amused. "Did you not read the fine print at the bottom of the screen?" Abi asked, and with a wave of her hand, caused the text to appear, just as it had on the aformentioned screen.

"By clicking proceed, you confirm your understanding that upon the birth of Abi's virtual baby, you will then give birth as well, with Abi as coach, performing the same actions on you as you did on her during her birth, giving you experience in both roles!"

Brittany felt an uncomfortable feeling in her belly. With a gurgling sound, she watched and felt it begin to grow wide and large. "No!" Brittany gasped! "NO!" "This can't be happening!" "I can't give birth!!" "I can't be pregnant!" Brittany then remembered what she had just put Abi through, and her fear increased ten-fold! "Oh GOD NO!!" "PLEASE!!!" As Brittany continued to panic, her belly resembling a fully pregnant woman now, Abi watched out of the screen and, still smiling, said, "Don't worry, I'm here to help you give birth!"

End

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

Love this idea!

[peanutsmommy-deactivated2020080]

[hyperia83-2]

There’s nothing more erotic than seeing a woman in birthing pains!

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

Those restraints got me 💦

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

Angsty stressful pregnancy Roleplay. After birth denial I start having complications and severe clotting. Would love to RP something angsty, romantic a birth with lots of complications. DM’s open

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

Would love to Roleplay a woman forced to give birth in front of an ob gyn medical group. Conducting experiments on pregnant women. They pay 500k

Each doctor or nurse has to push the baby back at any time. It’s all part of an experiment and she needs the money. The doctors and some medical students also use stimulation to see if orgasms ease child birth. Her body is used by them. She will now publicly give birth to the medical community now that they kept her overdue for weeks.

They all have remote controls to control her body and labor during the public birth. She has given up all rights to her body to be given to the mercy of the medical team. It’s all worth it she keeps telling herself. Love the idea of restraints. Make me suffer.

[sadisticmidwifesblog]

How do you feel about birth denial.

Imagine a poor girl, several months overdue with a large litter of your husband's bastards. Her water broke weeks ago but you have her in a chastity belt, the first babies head is in the canal and she's been at full ring of fire since the day after her water broke. Weeks of nonstop, constant Contracting, labor unending, but progress is impossible. Meanwhile her still growing babies are constant shifting and kicking as they fight for more room in her already stretched thin womb.

The only one that can end her suffering is you. Only you hold the key to her chastity belt and she can't push them out without your permission.

What do you think of that?

I'm not sure about weeks or the chastity belt but would love making her labor last as long as possible. Especially the stage right before pushing when the pressure is almost unbearable and the contractions are hard and close together

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

Your bottom burns and twinges in pain. The stretching the intensity of the head stretching yet a firm hand pushes gently going against the pressure. You whine and wince as seeing a thread of blood lines your lips. The stretching of your lips slowly now tearing. You beg for relief but all you get, is a pack of ice.

Sending a new sensation down your lips a cooling numbing pain. Then you hear the vibrator as it’s aimed at your womb. Feeling the slow pain pressure build. Two firm hands now rub your lips cupping and pressing as you fight the urge to push the vibrator making your focus hard. The two hands pushing and smacking your swollen lips. As you beg for it to end.

[medfetmasochist]

Don’t get me wrong, I love harsh play with a cold and uncaring dom as much as the next masochist. But the times when I can take the most pain, when I get to explore my limits and dance around the absolute edge of my tolerance are always with a sympathetic soft dom. I have never experienced anything more intimate with another person than allowing them to gently guide me through intense pain that they cause me. Working our way up to it slowly, making sure I am all warmed up and as relaxed as possible. Coaching me though my breathing while they hurt me, hushing and praising me for doing so well but assuring me that I can take more. That shit’s my favorite.

[mindlessbimbo]

One of my go-to hypno fantasies is set in a dystopian govt-run fertility clinic. birth control and elective surgeries for birth control are highly regulated and gatekept; usually in order to access any of these things, ppl with wombs are forced to undergo evaluation, both mentally and physically, in order to determine whether they're really "sure" and not making a hasty decision. it's bullshit, of course -- it's just a way of setting up obsticals to prevent access to birth control altogther. i'm stubborn though, and i've known my whole life that i've never wanted children, so i dig my heels in and get myself an appointment at the clinic to discuss getting my tubes tied. even on the phone, they're already trying to dissuade me: "what about something less extreme? let's discuss the pill first, then wait and see if you change your mind?" but i refuse to relent, and begrudgingly they schedule me in for evaluation. months out, of course.

i arrive at the clinic and roll my eyes at the blatant propaganda everywhere, from the highly feminine decor to the posters advocating for motherhood and even, incredibly, "respecting nature". it was repugnant, but made me more determined than ever to stick to my guns.

the first stage of the examination is a one on one interview/assessment with a clinician. she sees me to a back room, somewhere quiet and out of the way. like everywhere else, the furnishings are very feminine and there's a strange perfume in the air that honestly gives me a bit of a headache bc it's so sickly sweet. I'm directed to sit down on a very plush sofa that i practically sink into, but i have to admit it's at the very least comfortable. the clinician starts asking me basic and innocuous questions about my medical history at first, but the conversation eventually turns more personal in nature. she asks me where my hesitance toward motherhood comes from. i tell her that there is no hesitance; i simply don't want it. she frowns in a pitying, almost disbelieving way and makes a few notes on her clipboard, then says in that case i would have no problem undergoing more a rigorous psychoanalysis. this irritates me, as i've already been here for easily an hour and made myself very plain, but i know they're just trying to frustrate me into giving up. she hands me a consent form and i quickly skim it, honestly too distracted by all the vibrant colours and strong smells to pay too much attention to what i'm signing, but it's not like i haven't done that with other contracts before. when i hand the paper back to the clinician, she smiles at me and proceeds to explain the next step of the analysis.

in order to determine that i am entirely committed to my decision, i will be tested for subconscious psychological indicators that suggest a stronger affinity to motherhood than I'm stating outright. I squint bc this sounds like a load of pseudo scientific crap, but i already signed the contract and leaving now means i won't get what i came here for, so i nod along with a bit of an eyeroll. I ask how long this test is going to take, and nearly choke when she indicates that it's going to be a sleep study. they want to keep me here ALL NIGHT?! fucking ridiculous. it doesn't conflict with my schedule though, so i just grimace and let her continue. finally she said that in order to speed up the process as much as possible, the physical evaluation will be conducted at the same time as the psychoanalysis. i raise an eyebrow at that, since i don't much like the idea of random clinicians performing a physical on me (for whatever reason) as I'm possibly sleeping, but she tells me that the physical eval is largely recorded by their technological equipment. fantastic, i think. guess i'm going to be hooked up to wires all night too!

with all that finally out of the way, the clinician takes me out of her office and further into the clinic. we approach a kind of examination room with a table in the middle. the clinician proceeds to hand me a medical gown and informs me that i will need to change before the analysis proceeds. she gives me some privacy to change, and takes all of my belongings with her - including my phone. I don't much like this, but she claims i wont be able to use it anyway, and its presence will interfere with the equipment or whatever. i quickly send a few texts off to people who might wonder where i am and give the clinician my clothes and phone. she leaves for a moment to set them aside, and tells me to lie down on the table.

the table is surprisingly soft. I'm not sure what material covers the surface, but it i find myself almost sculpted into it when i lie down. it would almost be comfortable if not for the fact the table is designed for me to be splayed out like a starfish, and as soon as the clician returns to the room, i notice she has brought back several leather straps with her.

seeing this nearly makes me bolt up, but she explains the restraints are for my own safety. I am being monitored at all times while in this room, but during the proceedure, it's better for me to not move involuntarily. plus, when i fall asleep, i wouldnt want to accidentally roll off onto the floor and get tangled up in wires. it seems reasonable enough, so i relax and allow her to strap me down to the table: my ankles, wrists, forearms, and mid section are all snuggly strapped in, and then the clinician begins to attach various electrodes or other sensors to my skin -- some of which get placed directly on my breasts. when she's finished, the clincian tells me that I'm all ready to go and will start the analyses as soon as i'm ready. i want to get this over with, so i nod and she leaves the room. but only for a moment.

the clinician returns with a helmet of some kind; something that would cover the entirety of my face. i start to question her about it but she either doesn't hear or ignores me, and places the helmet contraption over my face. my vision is plunged into darkness and i realize the mask has covered my nose and mouth as well; i can still breathe but i have no idea if i can be heard with this thing on! i try to struggle to get the helmet off my head, but there's a strap around my chin that keeps it in place. i feel panic set in as i realize what kind of position I'm now in, but almost as soon as i think I'm going to start screaming, i smell that perfume filter through the helmet. the smell is stronger than before and makes me dizzy almost instantly, but i feel a sense of calm along with it, too, even though nothing about this situation should be calming.

suddenly, the helmet i'm wearing whirrs to life with both sound and images. I have to actively resist the urge to blush when i realize what I'm listening to, what I'm seeing. incomprehensible whispers fill my ears along with moans of pleasure, timed together with flashes of pornographic and pregnant imagery. deep down it feels all very silly; is their psychoanalysis trying to determine whether this stuff makes me horny? i close my eyes, not willing to let some perfectly natural hormonal response skew my results. obviously, if they're going to flood my senses with porn, I'm going to get a little turned on. especially when they look so happy and blissful, just breeding their brains away.

I shake myself as i notice the way my thoughts just trailed there, but in doing so i open my eyes again. i notice a spiral has entered the visuals before me, and i find myself drawn into it. are those words flashing in front of me? they disappear so quickly that i have trouble reading them, but i should focus on trying anyway. I should focus on this feeling, this lack of control, this natural submission. all the breeding sluts happily accept their role, their place, their need to breed. it's my duty. it's my natural state. I don't need to think, i need to sink. I need to submit to my natural desires, the ones I've been denying for so long. can't you feel how wet you are? Don't you crave the feeling of a hard cock sliding between your folds, filling you up with his seed? we can tell how fertile you are, whore. just once would be enough to breed you. don't you want to try it? Of course you do. It's simple biology. You were born to be bred, and so you will stay here in this facility, kept docile and horny and constantly pregnant and full of cock. anything else you would have contributed to the world pales in comparison to this. It makes you so happy and mindless to know that your purpose has been found.

i feel the table move, pulling my legs apart as i mindlessly take in the words that i read, hear, and obey. i feel a pressure at my pussy, and moan as the artificial inseminator spreads my lips and begins to fuck me. more of the gas floods my senses, evaporating what was left of my resistance, and i feel the electrodes on my breasts begin to stimulate them for milk production. I sigh, contented, as I watch, listen, moan, squirm. I can't believe i almost gave this up out of sheer stubborness... fortunately, the clinic knows what's best for me, so I never have to think for myself again. I can't wait to be a mindless breeder.

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

So close the contractions are coming, will you finally let me push?

[maladaptivedaydreamrp]

So full of want right and desire pregnancy hormones are a thing m.