Blackshuck’s Ramblings

Early 40s expectant first time mom finally living out my breeding kink irl, wed and bred, bi, 5’2”, Sidhe/her, writing breeding kink and monster breeding fiction. LGBTQIA+ safe space. No RP. Be nice or be gone. Minors DNI. Please read my posts before asking questions. Most your answers are there! :)

[mamablackshuck]

Currently 21 weeks pregnant first time mom (living the breeding kink life for reals!) and finding that 2nd trimester’s surprise gifts are getting soaking wet at a drop of a hat and going through cycles of being deliriously horny. 🤣 I decided to start this blog so I can brain dump all my breeder fiction stories so they’re not all bottled up in my head keeping me up at night. Some will be more realistic fiction while others range into monster breeding and maybe have queer aspects thrown in.

I also wanted to share my real life positive pregnancy experiences as my mild symptoms have allowed me to genuinely love being pregnant. I spend time chatting with other real life expectant moms online, some who are having an awful time with their symptoms or are going through a loss. Since some of the positivity I’ve experienced is partially laced with breeder kink stuff, I felt odd sharing it in those spaces, but I’ve found there’s quite an audience for it here. So, enjoy!

[stucksilly]

I can't stop thinking about situations where the size of someones womb is the only thing preventing them from doing something.

Like reaching for something on the counter, or just out of the reach past their overgrown body. Having to turn to the side to open doors.

Squeezing through the doorway would be fine if it weren't for the septuplets in the way. Widened hips would slide right out if their massive womb weren't jammed between the armrests.

I just love it

[preg-lix]

May I add some things that my belly causes problems about?

Putting on shoes/bending over. Gymnastic bending is required

Closing the fridge door, must turn sideways

Sitting at desk is a new puzzle every time. Alternately, balancing laptop on my belly so I don't have to sit at my desk

Steering wheel vs belly

Getting out of a low riding car is terrible. No leverage, the slide-and-up movement is impossible when I'm heavily pregnant

You are correct that counter tops are terrible

The balance and bending needed to put on pants is frankly cruel

Carrying laundry baskets is a new adventure

[mamablackshuck]

Definitely had to turn to the side for some things later in second trimester onward, like reaching across to turn the dial on the dryer. Lol still have to especially if I have my lil’ nugget in the carrier! AND I have to pay attention to where tiny legs are dangling so I don’t smish them! 😭

[greatbigbellies]

Love when a belly is undeniably "pregnant-shaped".

Like, pregnancy looks different on different body types. A 9 pound baby carries differently on someone 5'2" than it does on someone 6'2". The weight distributes differently, the womb itself is higher or lower, sometimes on the same person in different pregnancies....

But I love, love, love when no matter how it sits or weighs or is covered, it just LOOKS pregnant. It is undeniably full of fluid and a baby (or more), and has grown and swelled in such a way that it can't be anything else. That's not fat, or gas, or a big dinner, that's a pregnant tummy.

Absolutely divine.

[w0mb3nvy]

This is an important point, because they totally are.

There’s no getting them mixed up once you’re able to identify them. So get out there and start mentally cataloguing!

[bigb3llybaby-deactivated2025083]

it really turns me on when i hear women who didn’t mean to get pregnant complain about how big and heavy they’ve gotten.

complaining about how tight their clothes have gotten and how they can’t sit down with out their big belly’s forcing their legs apart. Knowing there’s nothing they can do about it, they just have to watch themselves get pumped up like a fucking balloon. Helpless and swollen.

[mamablackshuck]

In my case, I did want to be pregnant, so no complaints there!

Every now and then, I get asked what my favorite part about being pregnant is. It’s more about the experience for me. I’ve found what I’ve loved most actually is watching my belly get pumped up and swell like a balloon, not knowing just how big I’ll wind up, but also kind of secretly hoping it’ll be enormous and round like I’ve been stuffed with a beach ball.

I think I’ve managed to achieve beach ball goddess status. I have about 2 weeks left till I get to meet my baby and I’m honestly going to miss this belly despite how cumbersome it can get sometimes.

Feeling so solidly full and heavy 24/7, and growing heavier still (160lbs as of a few days ago, my heaviest weight ever, about a 25lb gain from pre-preg, so average) has been oddly comforting and grounding. Feeling my belly’s girth and weight rest more of itself on my spread thighs when I’m sitting, watching the sides slowly round out a bit. I’ve found myself wishing for it to be bigger and round out on the top like a perfect beach ball. I like slouching over it sometimes so I can imagine what that would look like. Maybe next round!

Having such a large, solid mass there has been interesting. To feel some of my mobility gradually disappearing over time and have to figure out how to accomplish things. I’m still quite mobile though, having remained being active, trying to exercise as much as I have spoons for, doing stretches, and also being mildly hyper mobile doesn’t hurt.

Laying in my nest of pillows on my bed, the size and weight of my belly kind of keeps me weighed down and locked in place once I lie down and the feeling is simply just cozy. I have a memory foam pillow and a Purple mattress, so it doesn’t help with my lack of desire to get up in the morning. 🤣

[mamablackshuck]

Scenario: hearing that ‘life is uncertain. Eat dessert first!’

Imagine you’ve been adopted from the pet farm by a trio of masters who are all talented chefs and foodies. They make sure to stuff you with a cream pie each before each meal so you never have to worry about missing dessert if the world went sideways during a meal.

As each day passes, you find your body becoming increasingly heavier, rounder, and softer. As your belly expands and your breasts become engorged, you’re left wondering if it’s due to all the amazing food they prep you each meal or all the desserts.

“Such a good pet you are!” they always tell you. As the weeks turn into months, you lean into the back and belly rubs they give you. They feel so good with the extra weight you’ve gained. Odd movements have been developing in your belly. They make your masters happy, but you don’t quite know what to make of it. They massage your tender breasts as they slowly balloon and leak fluid. “Such a pretty pet you are, becoming more beautiful each day,” they croon. They comb your hair and put ribbons in it, fawning over your soft, round shape.

As each week passes, you find yourself constantly tired and needing naps, but your masters continue doting on you and tuck you in. Your belly feels so heavy now. It’s enormous and pulls you down into the soft mattress. Each breast has grown to the size of your head. This pleases your masters even more. They’ve been massaging them more firmly now to remove the fluid and ease your discomfort. They praise you for the quality of your milk and give you ice cream now and then as an extra treat.

“Would you like to keep staying with them?” they ask. “We can keep you like this for as long as you like. You seem happy like this and you make us very happy.” Yes. Yes, you would like this. All of it. They make you feel safe and loved. Dessert time makes you feel so good, leaving you always wanting more. Your masters are happy you feel this way and tell you you can have all the desserts you want.

[mamablackshuck]

35 weeks and 42.5” the last couple weeks. Almost at the end! Been exhausted AF. Everything’s still been going ok otherwise aside from seemingly unending housework to prep for baby’s arrival! 🥱😴

As I’m going through my pregnancy journey though, I’ve found myself increasingly more pissed off at red states that have introduced such draconian anti-ab0rti0n laws that don’t even allow for a minor (even as young as 10) or a brain dead woman at only 9 weeks, to be given the grace to ab0rt.

Even though my pregnancy has gone relatively easy, I know for many, it’s been a rough ride. I would not wish this experience on a 10 year old CHILD.

Think about it.

At 10, it means that a mere 6-7 years ago, she started preschool.

7 years ago, she was potty trained and finally able to more or less go on her own.

9 years ago, she was still sleeping in a crib still being fed milk.

And 10 years ago, she herself took her first breath in the world.

That some self-claimed “Christian man” would impose himself on a CHILD and knowingly subject her to pregnancy and then claim he’s “pro-life” is absolutely f-ing infuriating. I wish the rage of all the Lorena Bobbitts of the world on people like that. I hope their 🍆 falls off. They deserve nothing less.

That is not “pro-life.” It’s p3d0ph!l!a and forced birth at its worst and politicians see fit to protect 🍇ists no matter the age of their victims.

It’s laws like that and the people who support them are why I will forever be pro-choice and steer as far from Christianity as possible.

[mamablackshuck]

I feel like being pregnant must be a lot like having chronic fatigue, except that you randomly get kicked and/or Charlie horsed in the middle of the night on top of being tired. I am sooooo ready for a nap OMG. 🥱😴

[mamablackshuck]

Heads up I’m going to pause on update photos for a while.

I originally started this blog to share my pregnancy journey as I had time, but it’s gotten to a point where there’s an expectation for bump updates and that’s really not what I’m here for. I’m just here existing. I’m not trying to be an influencer posting on a schedule for views so the multiple requests for updates has me a bit burned out especially since some days, I barely have enough spoons at the end of the day to eat dinner.

I’ll make posts when I have time and spoons, but please no requests. I’ll be ignoring future messages that ask.

[mamablackshuck]

Hey congrats on your baby on the way! Are you nervous for tje labor/delivery?

Thanks! Little bit, considering it’s my first! 😅

[mamablackshuck]

This is intriguing, especially since I’m going through pregnancy over 40.

I was curious about a particular angle though and was able to find an article on the study.

I was wondering if it wasn't so much that if someone gave birth later in life that indicated a higher chance of longevity but rather, their extended fertility past certain years, suggesting a slower aging process.

And yes. That did come up!

"These studies suggest that the ability of women to achieve exceptional longevity and the ability to have children at substantially older than average ages have determinants in common and that prolonged fertility may be a marker of slower aging."

So, that’s kinda neat! Also, not surprised as two of my grandparents are centenarians.

This study investigated the association between maternal ages at birth of last child and the likelihood of survival to advanced ages. A nest

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[mamablackshuck]

Preach. Watch the whole video.

This is the reality that real life pregnant people are facing in the US right now. I see posts almost -daily- on Reddit pregnancy groups regarding the lack of maternal support either from employers, providers, family, spouses, financially for hospital bills and OB visits and later for childcare.

So many pieces of the puzzle are missing and yet politicians screech about the low birth rate.

Few can afford to become pregnant and bring children into the world especially if they already live in a high COLA area.

Few can afford it if the care doesn’t exist that will help the mother survive a high risk pregnancy.

There legit was a post just this week where someone in a maternal care desert was highly considering ab0rting due to having a high risk pregnancy and having effectively no support from providers or their spouse. I happen to be fortunate that I have a job with good bennies. Too many mothers to be and to many would-be mothers are not so lucky.

If you are amongst the privileged and you’d like to see more people willing to become pregnant, fight for our rights. Speak up. It’s one thing to have pregnancy and breeding fantasies, but support, safety, and affordability is what it takes to makes it real. Right now, too many laws are coming up that are trying to take that all away.

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[enemymine2000]

Women and people with a uterus in the USA, it's starting:

Plan B has a shelf life of about 4 years!

If you haven't already, now is the time to delete all data from whatever period tracking app you might have used and uninstall it. No matter what any of these companies say, they can and will be subpoenaed.

If you don't plan on having children get your tubes tied and/or have your partner get a vasectomy (but be aware that it takes time for the sperm count to reach zero). Because they will come for contraceptives eventually.

Which also means, that you should make plans for that next step.

And under no circumstances do you from now on know anyone who is pregnant. You will not ask anyone if they are pregnant. You will not speculate if someone is pregnant. Not out in public, not on social media, and not within your house.

[mamablackshuck]

For those in states that refuse to try to look out for their uterus-bearing residents, please be careful.

This has been done in other countries already like El Salvador. You can find older articles about it where 🍇 victims have chosen to unalive themselves than face 35 years in prison for rejecting what they were subjected to.

Laws like these after not intended to protect life when it criminalizes female reproductive health. They are not interested in protecting ANYONE’S life. Not the fetus, not the pregnant person. It’s 100% about control. This is why people who push these agendas are no longer being called pro-lifers, but forced-birthers. They will strip funding for parental care and child care. They will strip support from places of employment to provide maternal leave. They will push for childcare to be exorbitantly expensive to force those who do bear children, to stay at home. And they wonder why people are less and less interested in having children. Now they have to force them to even if they are only 10 years old. Yeah. That’s a real story, too.

[mamablackshuck]

Can I tribute you

Guess it depends on how? 😅

[mamablackshuck]

26 weeks now! Added only .5” this time. This increase didn’t feel as obvious as it happened over a longer stretch of time.

My belly button looks so funky from this angle 🤣, but I also look so wonderfully round, too!

Baby has been active in spurts and their kicks have been strong enough for me to see little wobbles from the outside. 🥰 It’s such a cool, yet bizarre sensation to feel so much movement inside me.

Still feeling reasonably ok. Finally got a chiropractor appointment scheduled for today, so hopefully he can pop my tailbone and it’ll finally stop being a literal pain in the butt. 🤣 Haven’t been able to sit or stand comfortably in the past 2-ish weeks. o.O

[dignifieddracula]

My blog regularly touches on male supremacy and misogyny. I want to make clear that this is all done as a fantasy between consenting adults. Whilst it's hot to play around with dark fantasies involving subverting feminism and feminist concepts as kink I am strongly against laws and systems of oppression and concerned about the increasing legal threats to the rights of women and trans people. Trans people and women deserve bodily autonomy and access to healthcare.

[bimbosanddolls]

Dear people of kinky tumblrverse,

THIS is how you do it. You wanna have a Patriarchy/misogyny kink blog? Please have all the fun in the world with it. But drawing a clear line between fantasy and reality is super important. Vlad is setting a really good example for you all and I may be a bimbo but I think you should follow it.

And really, this is true for *all* kink where power dynamics are in play! Be a safe space for the others who share your kinks!

Love, Kiki 💖

[mamablackshuck]

This. Very much. As part of a s/D fantasy, it can be kinky and hot. When it becomes part of a reality when uterus bearing folx are getting hurt because of idiot laws, that is not ok.

Kink culture is about respect, consent, and communication. Laws that oppress the rights of part of a population and the discrimination that goes along with it, is not ok.

[youngsuggestion-blog]

You’re allowed to be excited about the little things. You’re allowed to be goofy. You’re allowed to be dorky about your favorite tv show, to make blanket forts, to enjoy cheesy movies, even just to sleep with stuffed animals. You’re allowed to do any of the things that make life a little more bearable. It’s fine, ok?

[mamablackshuck]

The Devil’s Brood Mare pt. 1

The goat man stepped into the clearing where five women had been dancing naked in the woods. Moonlight highlighted his black fur and massive curling horns, and the sheen of sweat on the womens’ skin as they stepped aside nervously watching him approach their circle. He sniffed the air as he moved closer, honing in on a scent.

“One amongst thy number is fertile.” Barely audible, he turned to face one of them.

“Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?” he said softly.

She stared wide-eyed at the creature before her. Head and feet of a goat, torso and limbs of a man though furred black like the rest of him. Her eyes dropped and caught his pulsing manhood raised, already glistening with pre-cum. Testicles, bigger than the largest apples she’d ever seen, hung swollen and heavy beneath it; skin stretched to the point where it shone. So large, she could cup one with both hands and she still would not be able to close her hands around it. Breath heaving, she could feel the slickness between her legs seeping out already. She shifted and it oozed onto her thigh. Heart racing, she slowly, her gaze returned to the creature’s face.

“Lay back then,” he commanded in that same quiet voice.

She lowered herself to the grass. Still soft, not yet burned by the heat of summer, but dry and comfortable. She could feel the stunned gazes of her coven sisters watching. They had not expected a response to their summons, but here he was, perhaps called more by her apparent scent than their dancing and offerings.

She felt his cock touch the swollen, wet lips between her thighs, it’s girth spreading them slowly, stretching her and forcing her open in a way she only could describe as delicious. She gasped and writhed in response. As he reentered her with each achingly slow thrust, she could’ve sworn his cock became ever so slightly larger. Her breath came heavy as he milked her cunt of her creamy juices, causing more and more of it to leak out and flow between her ass cheeks. She could hear herself moaning out loud now, delirious from need. His girth stretching her past her limits, each thrust slow and unrelenting, its bulk gradually showing its course of travel through the skin of her belly, filling her. Through the din of desire, she could hear his own breath becoming long and deep. It was almost time.

He pushed himself into her hard.

Her belly filled with heat.

Thrust.

More hot fluid flooded into her.

Thrust.

She could feel herself swelling.

Thrust.

So much.

Thrust.

What had she done?

Thrust.

Deeper and deeper he filled her.

Thrust.

She felt herself clench around him. It felt almost foreign as her cunt throbbed around his massive cock. She could feel its girth rubbing the bones of her pelvis, he had become so large. Her body betrayed her, selfishly milking him and forcing her to take in more of his hot seed. Crying out, the desire raging through her conflicted with the realization of what had just transpired. She bucked and cried under him, unable to come down from her throes of pleasure, overstimulated from his cock still filling her, stretching her thin, his seed flooding her creating a new, soft mound on her belly. A soft, triumphant smile spread on his lips. He kept his weight on her thrashing form still clenching him, watching as pleasure and lust broke her. This one was even more delightful than the last. Locking himself into her sweet, slick hole, letting her milk every last drop until at last he was spent. Another innocent was now his.

[This concludes part 1 of my fanfic inspired by The VVitch! If you enjoyed it, give it a like and follow me to catch part 2!]