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Sup! I'm moving to @traanspreg so I won't have a shadowbanned blog
Also on twit @ transPreg
CW: nbpreg / (t)mpreg Exhausted Link after training, sporting an overdue belly. Commission for @notsafeforbak! Find hundreds of more pics uncensored on my 🟠 Patre0n! Commission/Livestream Info 💰📺 here.
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When he's pregnant again and you know because his tummy does the rumbly
The gurgling is strong enough that you can feel it even from where you sit on the couch. Your eyes shoot up to lock with you’re boyfriends, whose staring down at his belly before slowly turning to look at you, a mix of terror and surprise in his eyes. You can both hear another rumble, an audible churning as his face heats up and his eyebrows curve in pain.
“It’s happening again...” he groans.
You know what this is, and so does he. It’s not the first time, and you doubt it will be the last.
You sit up just in time to catch the first growth spurt. It’s subtle, you wouldn’t even notice if you hadn’t just watched his shirt grow a little tighter over his stomach. He muffles a small moan as his shoulders tense, so you shuffle closer to press one hand on the back of his neck, massaging gently and the other to press on the underside of his stomach.
He winces at the touch, but you shush him and smooth your hand back and forth. It’s not tight just yet. Just bloated a little like he’d eaten too much, but as he let’s out a sharp hiss you can feel it swelling under your hand again, pushing out ever so slowly until there’s a visible bump there.
“Easy, deep breaths” you try to sooth, but you can tell he’s afraid. No matter how many times he’s done this he’s always afraid. “It’s going to be alright.”
He nods quietly, biting his lip as he stares down at his belly like one might stare down a lion. You press against his belly, feeling the skin is tighter, more resistant now than it was just moments ago. Even now you can feel another growth starting, stronger now that the pace is picking up.
You watch your hand be forced over his lap as his belly swells out enough that his shirt pushes up to reveal a sliver of skin. You rub a deep circle against it and he practically yelps at the sensation. You don’t know exactly what he feels, but he’s always told you his gets incredibly sensitive the bigger he grows, so you keep your touch gentle when you can.
Another growth spurt and his shirt bundles over the bulge of his stomach that now covers a good portion of his lap. You can already feel whatever it is rolling around under the skin, still too small or tired to kick, but enough that with a good poke you could feel the outline of its body underneath his tight skin.
He openly sobs on the next growth, having long past the realm of comfort in size and beginning to push full term. He’s twisting his hips against the couch and scrambling his hands against his hips and along the sides of his heavy belly. You help to tug his pants and underwear down his legs to try relieve some of the pressure, but he’s still writhing against the seat, head rolled back as he gasps in pain.
The way his belly grows as his back arches this time is almost violent, it stretching and filling up what little space he had left in mere seconds. His eyes and mouth are open wide in a quiet scream as his skin grows red as it stretches to and past his normal size. A shiver of fear runs down your spine at the sight of him. He’s unbearably huge, chest heaving with the effort of having grown so much, so fast.
You try to soothe him again, but even just placing your hand on his stomach causes him to shout in pain and curl into himself as much as he can. You try to soothe him either way, gently speaking to him and stroking his sweat drenched hair back against his scalp. He looks at you with wet, scared eyes, mouth open like he wants to say something but instead a scream erupts alongside the final growth and the burst of water between his open thighs.
It floods out of him, soaking the couch and puddling on the floor beneath him as he cries loudly. His whole body trembles, and the hand that isn't clasping yours is gripped tight on his now squirming belly. You lose the air in your lungs as he turns to you ans whispers.
“It’s coming... I can’t stop it...”
another twitter commission
Might fuck around and finally make a new acct since this one is shadowbanned and Twitter just isn't as good
I want to be put up at a cushy glory hole.
have me lay on a nice bed with pillows and soft blankets, but still have my bottom half hanging out of the wall and locked up on the other side.
spread my legs and let men pump their cum into my cunt but also just let me rest at the same time.
I adore this and I was inspired I hope you don’t mind!
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You felt so nervous when you entered the place for the first time. You expected a dirty basement with some plywood walls but it’s … nice. A little bit like a wellness center, really. It’s warm inside, many people pass by you wearing towels or bathrobes. The room they take you in after the initial interviews and tests are done is even warmer, similar to massage studios. There even is something like a massage table pushed to the wall, except the top is slightly elevated to lean your back against and the bottom is a thick, hard pillow sitting in a round hole in the wall. Your arms break out into goosebumps at the sight.
“Pee break is every two hours, unless you insist to skip them.” The instructor says as she steers you over to the table-bed by the shoulders. “Remember to stay hydrated.”
She gestures to a table by the bed which holds several bottles of water. Her hand reaches up to grip a red cable that hangs from the ceiling, right above the bed. “This is your emergency stop. If anything goes wrong and you want out and for some reason it does not register with the clients, you pull this and we’ll be right in and extract you, alright?”
You nod and let her turn you around to sit on the bed. You slowly reach down to remove your jeans and underwear, pushing both down and around your knees before kicking them off. You’re keeping your hoodie. It’s warm and comfortable and you sigh as you are guided to lie on your back, a big pillow being pushed under your shoulders and head. You sink into it and pull your legs up. The instructor helps you guide them through the hole in the wall, your hips firmly sitting on the pillow which elevates them. The sheets below you are cool but you start to sweat anyway. The room is so comfortably warm, there is the faint scent of incense and the instructor’s hands are warm as she strokes over your thigh, once.
On the other side of the wall, another instructor takes hold of your ankle.
“Ready?”
You nod and then quickly say “yes!” when you realize he can’t see you.
He pulls your legs up, bent at the knee until you feel a wide strap with a cushioned leather wrap around it. Your legs are spread and splayed wide, knees held away from the wall as to not slam into it when you pull them up or someone tugs on you. Your feet hang down a little and after a moment, you relax in the bonds. They are secure and don’t dig in uncomfortably.
You yawn, once, making the instructors laugh.
“That’s good, you seem very relaxed.”
She makes sure you can reach the emergency stop and the water and tells you to just chuck the empty bottles to the ground if you’re done with them. Then she pulls a blanket over your middle and up to your chin. You wrap your arms around it and snuggle in.
“Alright, can we start?”
You nod at her and she must have given a sign, because right after you do, you feel the instructor on the other side of the wall press his tongue to your t-cock. You whine a little, but he is gentle, slowly spreading you and licking into you, making you hot and you feel yourself tense, then relax, then get a little wound up. The tingle mixes with the sleepyness, the warm bed, the heavyness of the room and you smile as the first cock of the day sinks into you.
You are so wet. You can hear the moan on the other side, a whispered “fuck” about how good you feel as the man starts to thrust slowly. He’s going to leave a mess of you and so is the next one and the next one. Big, hot loads fucked into you, your hole stretched comfortably around a variety of dicks and the thrusts rocking you into your comfortable bed as you doze and smile and feel your belly bloom with even more warmth. You put a hand on it and think about the cum that is getting pumped into you, curl a bit deeper into your blankets and sigh happily as the next person steps up to sink into you.
Somewhere afar you hear moans and grunts, other people being fucked and bred in this place, but you enjoy concentrating on the cock pistoning inside of you, the heavy blanket on top of you and the moment you yawn so hard your jaw pops, before you put your head on the pillow again and fall asleep.
From my lingerie try on video third trimester aren’t I so cute in this?!
I want to be fucked mercilessly for hours, tied up with my legs apart. Guy after guy in line to cum inside of me, men groping me and shoving their cocks against me and inside me wherever they want while I am helpless to stop it
there’s a lot of talk on here about doms breeding their subs but um, a sub breeding their dom is a concept
fucking in missionary and you guiding them through it, telling them to go slower or faster, harder or softer, until you can just feel them begin to twitch and throb and you pull them in close, wrapping your legs around them to stop them from pulling out as you praise them for filling you up so good, touching them tenderly as you watch them moan and groan and then you encourage them to keep fucking you, to push their cum deeper into you, to breed you properly, because surely they want to make you happy and you’d be just so happy to be filled so full and so deep by them
I live for the foreplay, when he rubs his cock against my pussy with only our boxers keeping us apart. I’m so wet it soaks through to his, mixing with his precum, getting us both so worked up he blows his first load inside after only minutes, the first of many. I’ll be his perfect little breeder boy.
ok having adhd and masturbating is actually a problem bc i will try to think sexy thoughts and fantasies and then i get fucking distracted and think about random shit and my vibrators still on and im thinking about the ethics of colonizing mars
When I say breed me, I mean it. I don’t care if you’re fucking me with your strap, I want you to press your body against mine and tell me how good I’ll look once I’m all filled up by you, I want you to grind yourself into me and tell me how you’re gonna fuck me so good that I’ll never feel empty again
The lack of public ghost fucking content should be considered a crime, I think
Right!! Its so fun! Struggling to keep quiet and walk straight while a ghost is ramming into your cunt and groping you? Thats the shit right there
houghhhh wanna baby in my belly so bad im so broody and horny and sleepy i want to be sitting on someone’s lap while they cuddle me from behind, rubbing my stomach and telling me how pretty i look like this, what a good boy i am for carrying their baby, how wet i am, do i want them to put another baby in me? and because i’m so soft and sleepy they barely wait for an answer, spreading my legs a little more and slipping inside.
The masculine urge to be impregnated
You. You understand me.