I wish I was a gynecologist. That way, I could be extra touchy with my patients. Sure my methods were orthodox, but I'm one of the best out there. I'll not be wearing gloves, as I use my bare hands to inspect their pussies and taste their wetness with my tongue. I'll rub my thumb over their clits, swirling them in a circular manner and see them let out a faint moan and hope I wouldn't hear. I would push my middle finger inside to inspect their tightness, gently twisting and bending my finger inwards to see if I can find their G-spot as their bodies tense up with how deep my finger is inside them. And even though their pussies are perfectly fine, I'll still tell them they would need further inspection and take them to a private bed behind my office for a thorough examination of their pussies with my cock. After all, it's my job to determine if they can carry healthy babies, so I need to get them pregnant to see that right?
single father who gets off on his sons groping his daughter. father who says he's never touched his kids, but gets hard when his sons pull his daughter's top off and tease her nipples until she's whining and crying. he stands back every morning and has his coffee while his sons pin his daughter against the kitchen counter and take turns dry humping her ass. father who jacks off every night to the sounds of his sons fucking their sister
"It's not wrong if you just fuck my thighs." very wet little brother vs "fuck i accidentally slid in oh god I'm so sorry-" hard and guilty older brother
is my little boy worried it wonāt fit? awe cāmere honey. sit in my lap and weāll take it nice and slow. i know, itās big, isnāt it? fuck- it just feels so fucking good inside you. donāt be scared now, kid, come on, a little deeper. youāve got this. your big brothers got you :)
Pathetic dads are hot as hell. Rutting into your wet pussy, apologizing over and over, whining, crying, and not stopping no matter how much you beg until you squirt, screaming on his cock as you cum
Youre riding your partner, 9 months along and going so carefully- when your water breaks and leaks onto their cock. Your eyes meet and, despite the excitement and worry, you both know this will be the last time you get to have pregnant sex in a while. Do you really have to stop so soon? You answer the unspoken question by sinking back onto them. Just a few more bounces.
(Sorry if this is too much, I was thinking of that post you made about riding pregnant)
ohhmygosh anon please please :(
my big, round, and tight belly pressed against them- weighing heavily on their chest as i bounce. iām breathing heavily and gasping, sweating and flushed. hh please :( š
I love the scenario of being pregnant with a very important baby, like an heir to a chief or king, a baby other people need you to have. The attention and care you'd get, praise for your hard work, pampering and belly rubs while a future ruler kicks in your womb. And the excitement of the people helping you labor and push the baby out as you're about to give their land a new heir.
owner who walks in on their heavily pregnant puppy being raped and responds by breeding them even harder even through their water breaking to make sure they know who they belong to
I want the father of my child to fuck me while contractions get stronger and closer together. I want to feel his cock take away all of the pressure building between my pelvis as he penetrates my plump pussy.
Every stroke stretches out my future birth canal and my body gets overwhelmed, whimpering while taking him and breathing through the pain. My contractions coil me tighter around him. When his cock starts twitching inside of my overdue pussy I hold his hands, making sure he presses into the body he made ripe with his child.
I could feel his tip push into my dilated cervix and kiss the baby's head deep inside of me. And right before he cums inside of me I'd wrap my legs around him and push him even deeper. His cock pierces the amniotic sac and my waters gush against his hips while he fills my emptying womb with his cum.
fun things to do with your heavily pregnant mate: knot them and tell them to try pushing it out "for practice", but then they get increasingly distressed when they can't and start wondering how the hell they're supposed to push their pups out~
As the King's best, and most favorite, Hunting Dog, you were always regarded with a sense of pride and reverence. You commanded much more respect in his court than someone so lowly born, much less a werewolf like yourself, should have any right to. But lately, the way the King looked at you, with something more than pride, but with something possessive and intense, made you feel uncomfortably warm.
You were no stranger to a feral fling every now and again, but when the King approached you working in the kennels, all you wanted to do was fall to your knees and do whatever your King commanded. He chuckled and guided you towards a dark hidden corner, where he undid your pants just enough to slide his fingers between your already wet folds.
"I knew you were the most perfect Hunter I could ask for." He said, his lustful gaze piercing right through you. You were sure he could feel your cunt getting wetter. He undid his own pants, only enough to let out his hard thick cock, and pushed your waistband down to cup your ass. It wouldn't do for anyone to walk in and see the King buck-naked and fucking his Hunting Dog like an animal now would it? He guided you to bend over so he could take you from behind, rutting his cock in between your legs, coating it in your slick as he tells you what a credit to the werewolf species you are.
Just when you begin to whine and beg, he gently shushes you, and gives you what you want, no, what you NEED. The King pulls back and in one rough thrust bottoms out inside of you, filling you so hard and so fast your eyes begin to water. As he pulls out and thrusts in again, setting up a brutal desperate pace, the King reminds you the royal family is descended from the gods. Even the royal bastards are part of their godly bloodline. A thought sparks in the back of your brain, you imagine yourself, a lowly werewolf like yourself, swollen with the King's bastards. You push that thought down, that would never happen, the King would never allow it, no matter with how much respect and pride he treats your work.
But the thought, however briefly you let it stay, makes you moan loud enough that you quickly find something, some strips of leather, to stuff in your mouth. It wouldn't do to draw attention to the Kings indescrepancies, especially not when you owe him your life. You're already so close, as he takes his pleasure from your body, as he tells you what he wouldn't do to have an army just like you. Strong, smart, bloodthirsty, loyal.
The King finishes first, but keeps thrusting into you, his hands gripping your hips so hard you can already feel the bruises forming, as he encourages you to cum on your King's cock, like the good boy you are. Something snaps inside your brain, and the rush of pleasure is so hot and intense that you black out into unconsciousness. When you come to, the King is lifting your pants back over your ass, his cum dripping down your legs. Already put back together again, as regal and unfazed as always, the King pats you on your hip and tells you you've done excellent work, just like he would after a successful hunt. You nod numbly, and once he leaves you finish your work, quickly, as you feel his cum slowly oozing out of your pussy. You rush to your chambers, lock the doors, draw the curtains, and all night long, you use your fingers to fuck his cum right back into you, over and over, until there's no more dripping out, it's either drenching your sheets or deep deep inside of you. You howl as you cum one last time, and collapse exhausted, feeling as though you've just been in heat.
The next time the King approaches you for this favor, you actually are in heat. Usually, during this time, every few months or so, you find somewhere isolated and alone and suffer through it by yourself. But the King has requested you for a Hunt. Just you and him. Even when you argue that it's not safe for him, so close to your heat. You don't know what you might do in such a frenzy. Your King chuckles and assures you it will be a quick one, you'll be done and back before your heat even starts. But despite the King's words, you still find yourself possessed by the deep aching need in the middle of woods, afraid of harming the man you've sworn your life to protect, or worse, being unable to protect him should some other threat appear. But the King reassures you, as he holds your hips still and guides himself into your dripping wetness, that he knows you'll be a good boy for him, even when you're lost in your heat.
It's the best heat you've had in years. The King even humors your silly heat-addled brain and tells you how good and full you'll be with his pups, how big and strong your pups will be, how good and fertile you are that you'll barely be able to move with how many of his pups you'll be carrying. Several days later, as you catch your breath and come down from the high, you thank him for humoring you and playing along. The King only responds with an amused chuckle as they stroke their hand up along your hip bone, up your side, up to stop at the middle of your chest, then back down again, stopping to rub small circles over the base of your stomach.
Your 'private meetings' with the King continue over the next month or so. Something is off, but you can't quite place where this feeling is coming from. Your King reassures you that everything is fine, all 'according to plan.' It isn't until you're training in the forest in wolf form, you've noticed you've been getting a little slow recently, that your instincts scream at you while you're practicing a risky maneuver. One you've never balked at before, always ready to risk life and limb for your King, and country. But, in this moment, your wilder instincts scream at you to stop before you hurt the pups. You stop in pure confusion, as this thought, no, this realization, pops into your head unbidden.
You break from the forest sprinting as a wolf, and by the time you approach the castle gates you are running as a man. The swelling curve of your belly, the heightened sensitivity of your chest, the tightness of clothes you've owned for years, is now unmistakable, impossible to ignore as you race to find your King. You find him in a meeting with his advisors. Before you can stop yourself, you burst through the doors, only realizing what a mistake you've made until every eye in the room is on you as you stand there overly self-conscious and panting in exhaustion.
The King takes one look at you and dismisses everybody else. You're suddenly afraid of what he'll do to you. No matter how much he claims to respect you and your work, he'll never stand to have you on display, so obviously full of his bastards. When he approaches you, you're no longer panting from exhaustion, but instead panting in panic that threatens to overtake you as you fight the urge to run. Your brain freezes when the King leans in to kiss you, one hand gently cupping your chin and the other resting on the swell of your baby bump.
"I was wondering when you'd realize." He chuckles. Your eyes grow wide in shock. As the King continues to caress the still small bump, he explains that he's been feeding you fertility supplements for a year. A shiver races down your spine. Werewolves are never supposed to take fertility supplements, they're already notoriously fertile enough that adding supplements on top of that may leave a were with a dangerously big litter. But you'd do anything for your King, no matter how much danger it puts you in. He tells you that when you train a good war-horse, you breed it with other good war-horses to try and breed even better war-horses. And you're such a good Hunting Dog, it would be a shame to keep you pupless and empty. The King had been vetting other supposedly strong werewolves to breed you throughout the year, but determined none of them were quite strong enough. He decided he might as well just breed you himself, he is descended from the gods, after all.
You moan and squirm a little, and your King knew just what you needed. He guided your back onto the council table, your legs wrapped around his waist, as he pounded into you. He told you what a good boy you are getting knocked up with his pups so quickly, how well you've been adapting to all those fertility potions, how you're swelling up so nicely for him already, how he's going to take such good care of you now that you're full and bred. You whine in pleasure, already fantasizing about getting another litter fucked into you.
It seemed like your pregnancy was waiting to be noticed because after that day, your belly swelled at a rapid pace. Soon, it's impossible to hide it, especially when the King makes an announcement that you've volunteered to breed more large, strong pups like yourself to faithfully serve and protect the kingdom. Your face turns red as all the nobles politely clap at your dedication to King and country, the tunic tailored just earlier that day already beginning to tightly stretch across your perfectly round belly. You're not seen outside of your new rooms, right next to the King's chamber, for much longer after that. Clothes refuse to fit your rapidly swelling belly and the full milky tits growing on your chest, and another pair growing on the top of your belly, with another pair coming in below that.
The King loves to stride into your chambers to see the sight of you, so obscenely full of his countless bastard pups that even though you're only halfway through, already you can barely move. Between the belly that goes past your knees and spreads your legs when you sit, practically taking over your body, to your numerous heavy overfull teats that seem to take over the rest of your body, you're certainly a sight to behold. Sometimes, the King likes to take you from behind, just like he did that first time, except now you can feel your belly and tits rubbing back and forth along the sheets of your bed, the sensation of friction making you cum over and over and over.
Other times, the King likes you on your back. Your pups so big and so heavy and so numerous, that the weight of them presses down on your lungs so hard the edges of your vision begins to fade. Then he commands you to tell him exactly how it feels to be so perfectly bred and full of his pups. And it feels amazing. You've never felt so good in your life, a pampered and well kept royal breeding bitch. You weep tears of gratitude and joy and tell him exactly how it good it feels to be practically suffocated by your own womb. You howl weakly in ecstasy as your King calls you a good perfect boy, the best boy.
By the time you near your due date, you can only lay on your side, as the King ruts into you like an animal. Your womb now takes up most of the bed, your pups always moving and wriggling around, leaving you hyper aware of just how full of life you are, and you thank your King for the gift of breeding you every time you feel his arms wrap around your obscenely gravid form. Unless they knew you before, no one would be able to tell that just a few short months ago, you were the most capable and powerful Hunter in the Kings castle. Now you're just a womb covered in rows of teats with a barely visible head and arms and legs. Your appetite is endless, needing to be constantly fed to keep up with your pups demands. Even sometimes between meals, you've taken to suckling to the milk from your own tits in order to sate your intense hunger cravings.
When you feel your time nearing, you beg your King to fuck you into, and through, labor. He's more than happy to fulfill your request, having a sling made to hold your weight so he can fuck you from any position he likes. He puts you in a position that lets him drive into you deep and hard, that also makes the weight of your womb and all six pairs of your tits uncomfortably dragged down by gravity, and you're in a state of bliss. You've never felt more sure of your duty and loyalty to your King, you never felt so fulfilled in your place amongst the King's court as you do in the moment that he makes you cum so hard that your water breaks and you feel your first pups head move down to the base of your cervix. The King continues to fuck you through your contractions, the pleasure far overweighing any pain or discomfort in your mind.
In fact, when your first pups head begins to fill your birth canal, you've never felt so full, and you've never felt a high like it in your life. Every contraction feels like waves of pleasure washing over you, every push leaves you moaning in anticipation. The King encourages you, but doesn't help, that's much too far beneath his station. You'd rather show him what a good breeder you are, how you were meant to do this, so perfect and fertile, cumming as you birth his bastards all by yourself. As the first pups body shoots out of your cunt, your eyes roll back and you go limp as you cum so hard you pass out.
When you come to, there's two pups suckling at your chest, already covered in hair, and a third is already spreading you wide open as the royal midwife, only supposed to assist in the birthing of the King's heirs, stands ready to catch them. The King is still there and tells you he only called the midwife to check on the health of the pups, the rest has been all you. Your chest fills with the warmth of pride as you realize that even your body knows that you're such a perfect breeder, that you've practically birthed your 2nd and 3rd pups fully unconscious.
It won't be the last time you pass out, as you birth pup after pup after pup. Eventually you come to, and no longer feel the contractions or overwhelming urge to push. You're on your side, you feel your King's arms holding you from behind, and a comforting wiggling pressure on your front. As you open your eyes, you see ten pups in total in front of you, squealing and whining as they already fight to feed from all of your leaking teats. You feel so proud, and yet... a little spark of disappointment lights in your gut. Just ten pups?
You quietly moan, your voice spent, as the King wraps a hand around one of your tits and squeezes some milk out as he guides it towards one of the pups mouths. As the pup begins to suckle, you whine and lift your leg, careful not to disturb your pups as you grind your ass against your King. He chuckles in your ear as he obliges to your request and guides himself into you.
im peanut brittle guy uhhhh. um. I love medieval times trans guys hehe.... maybe orgasmic birth denial? :3 -š½šø
(A request for anon that donated to my short-lived ko-fi. Thank you king š)
This got me thinking of a classic medieval knightā¦ When heās inducted into the royal guard, his agreeable personality and keen sparring instinct make him an instant favorite among the other knights. So, itās no surprise when one of them invites him to his bunk to blow off some steam after a long day patrolling; without much time for romancing maidens, itās not unusual for the knights to find release with their fellows.
What is unusual is the tight, wet pussy between the new knightās legs, and the perky little tits that bounce so cutely on his chest when he arches his back and groans to be fucked harder. Word spreads quickly through the barracks, and soon all of the guardsmen are flocking to him, aching to try him.
Our knight ends up heavy-eyed and sleepy during his long patrols, but the others cover for himāafter all, they know itās their fault heās so poorly rested, since he spends most of his off-duty time pressed between the firm, sweaty bodies of multiple men. Especially after a battle, they often spear him open on two cocks at once, his head bouncing limply on one of their strong shoulders while he whimpers and jerks with the latest in a countless number of orgasms.
His fellow knights are gentlemen, of course, and always pull out, even washing him clean after they stripe his belly and thighs with their seed. But with so many needy, dripping cocks fucking so deep into him, itās only a matter of time before a slight swell appears just above his hipbones, and he shyly confirms to his questioning lovers that his blood has ceased coming.
The barracks buzz with excitement, musings about who sired the child going quickly by the wayside as each one finds himself caring for the pregnant knight as if he were their husband, and his womb ripening with their own seed. Even those that are at first skeptical of a man bearing a child come around when they lay their hands on the tiny curve of his belly for themselves. As far as anyone is concerned, the child belongs to all of them.
At first, the evidence of the knightās pregnancy is nothing but a palm-sized bump, detectable only by his most intimate partners. But soon, his growing womb fills out the tunic that was once loose on him, not yet eye-catching, but certainly visible to those who care to look. His chest, too, begins to prepare for the child, tiny tits rounding into tender breasts that must be squeezed into the confines of his chain mail. When his fellows help him out of his armor at the end of a watch, several helpers always stand by, ready to massage his aching breasts, or knead his burdened back, or press their face into his swollen pussy until his tense joints hang pleasure-limp.
His armor seems to grow heavier at the same rate as his womb, his joints straining beneath the combined weight. He struggles, too, to fulfill his duties while so much of his vigor goes straight to forming the babe in his belly. When one day he finally succumbs to his delicate condition and collapses near the end of his watch, the captain of the guardāwho has gone to bed with him as often if not more than most of the other guardsmanāhas him moved to guard the throne room.
Standing on his swollen feet all day still exhausts him, but outside of the occasional uncomfortable shifting as his body aches and his child moves, he draws no attention to himself there. His armor manages to conceal his pregnancy even as his time grows closerāthough he imagines the blacksmith who fashioned his cuirass chose its barrel shape to provide empty space for absorbing the impact of enemy swords, not as a vessel to be packed tight with a pregnant belly and milk-swollen breasts. Itās a tight fit, forcing his gut high enough that the child shifts backwards, a strain on his lower spine. They donāt take well to the limited space, protesting with sharp kicks that pinch the wall of his belly against the armor. He longs to rub soothing hands over his bump, but he wouldnāt dare do such a thing while on watch, even if he could reach his belly through the metal.
As the weeks pass, he keeps distending, his child a foreboding point of pressure deep in his pelvis. His belly begins to droop low, and he canāt keep his hands off the raw, stretched skin, scratching at fresh stretch marks and wincing at the growing web of tender veins. The other knights handle him lovingly, often appearing behind him to hold up his belly for a few minutes. In bed, their affections grow gentle, and the pregnant knight becomes accustomed to strong hands caressing his aching breasts while someoneās hard cock grinds ever so gently between his legs, not quite inside him, but giving his clit more than enough friction to have him cumming with a mewling cry.
Finally, he wakes one morning to a great pain in his gut. He screws his eyes shut and clutches the tense surface of his belly, trying to breathe through it without waking his bedmate. When it passes, he rouses the other knight, who helps dress him for his watch. When it comes time to lift his belly as high as he can and compress it against his body so that he can get his armor on, he clenches his jaw and pants through his teeth. His lover, waiting with the cuirass at the ready, asks if heās okay. He says he will be once heās dressed.
But that isnāt the case at all. His belly barely fits in the armor anymore, forcing the baby in and down until a terrible pain envelops his pelvic cradle, far worse than his daily aches in these last months. The head of his child feels so, so low.
He prays that the babe will wait to come until his watch ends. In response, another contraction lances through his belly and into his lower back. He barely swallows back his whimper.
But he must fulfill his duty.
He takes his place in the throne room, grateful that his helm conceals the winces and twists of his features as he struggles to endure labor in silence. But it becomes so hot beneath the metal, heady and claustrophobic. He longs to turn and bend over, to hang onto the knight behind him as he rocks his hips. He wants to pace, and groan with his whole chest, and rub his tensing belly.
Hours pass. Vaguely, the knight is aware that if there were an emergency, he would be no help to the king, at this point. All he wants is to be back in his chambers, on his hands and knees, with a midwife comforting him.
When the urge to push overwhelms him, he knows it wonāt be much longer. He tries not to, but his body needs it, tugging on the muscles in his belly, tempting his reflexes. He can only resist for so long before finally he indulges in a small push. His mouth falls open as he feels the head of his child lodge suddenly deeper within him, surely passing from his womb into his pussy.
The progress is intoxicating, and he forgets himself after that, pushing as hard as heās able without moving too much. Itās easier than he thought to stay quiet, the effort stealing his sound from his throat. When a particularly forceful push makes him feel like the head is coming out of him, he finally lets a sound slip, the softest of grunts.
āIs it the child?ā
The whisper comes from behind him, a knight much older than him who likes to press extra fingers into his cunt and thumb at his clit when he rides on top.
āYes,ā he breathes, loud as he dares. āItās- coming out. I think itās coming out of me.ā
Suddenly thereās a hand between his legs. He barely swallows his yelp, a sudden warmth coursing through his body as the large hand feels his cunt through the his trousers. He finds himself very grateful that his tabard hides this impertinence from the court.
āNothing is coming out,ā the knight assures him calmly.
How could that be? āThen soon. Iā hng!ā He must bite his tongue to keep his cry at bay as the vice closes around him once again, urging the child ever-lower. More heat bubbles up within him as the head fills his pussy and creates pressure behind his clit.
āOh.ā Awe softens the gruff whisper behind him. āI feel it. Itās stretching you.ā
āItās big,ā he whispers, struggling not to squirm where he stands. He didnāt expect it to feel like this. It hurts, yes, so much he can hardly bear it, but- this pressure on his most sensitive placeā¦ he chews his lip.
With his next push, something gives inside him, a sensation he canāt quite place. Then his thighs begin to grow warm, and he understands. Thereās a slight flinch from the hand between his legs, but it steadies again, his fellow knight clearly understanding whatās happened. The babe feels even lower, though thereās less pressure now, somewhat relieving that strange feeling heās had.
It feels as if barely a minute passes before he contracts again, and he lets his chin fall ever so slightly with the effort of his push. He knows that he shouldnāt do this, that if a babe drops from between his legs before the whole royal court, heāll be found out and imprisoned, or at the very least stripped of his knighthood. But he canāt help it. He must push, as vital as his breath.
And what a push it is, heaving the head low and making his mouth fall open as the awful stretching pain ignites into the worst agony heās ever experienced. The pressure, too, increases somehow, right against that special place. His clit, already rendered to a sharp point of pain, begins to twitch and swell all the more.
āOh, fuck,ā he breathes against his visor. Ever so slightly, he rocks his spreading hips and his baby-filled cunt back against his fellowās hand. āFuck, fuck, fuck.ā
āI feel it. Itās huge. I canāt believe thatās coming out of you.ā
Neither can he. Desperately, he wishes to scream, or drop into a squat, or lay back on the floor and pull his legs as far apart as he can get them. Heās almost relieved when the next contraction comes.
He pushes so hard that his thighs tremble, and wheezes through his teeth as he crowns into his loverās hand, cunt burning, pressure growing. God, it really feels like he needs toā¦
No, this isnāt the time. He puts everything he has into breathing without making too much sound, the air thick and thin at once in the confines of his visor.
The next one comes, and the sensation in his clit winds sharper, making him instinctively squeeze his legs together. For a moment he feels like the head is about to burst out behind his thighs, but the knightās hand stays firm, and the head simply bobs where it is, an instant of relief before it returns to a full crown.
āHah- aahāā He feels drool tickle one corner of his mouth. His lover holds the head just-so, keeping his cunt stretched to its absolute limit, burning all the way back towards his arse, and that pressureā¦!
āOkay,ā the other knight whispers behind him, ālet me tryā¦ā
He begins to push the head back in. The birthing knight flinches, his deepest instincts railing against the sensation, but before he can fully register whatās happening, the widest point of the skull digs into that special spot inside him.
Despite clenching his mouth shut, a high moan buzzes in his throat. His baby-heavy hips roll into his loverās hand, and jolts of pain shock through his paper-thin pussy lips and the stretched flesh inside of his hole, his clit throbbing so strongly that he would have screamed in any other place.
He cums and cums and cums, until tears wet his cheeks and birthing fluid bursts in spurts from his pussy.
The knight behind him simply whispers, āFuck,ā and lets up, allowing the stimulation to ease, though the returning crown chases all of the pleasure with fiery pain.
The birthing knight is left trembling. He doesnāt even have the strength to push when he contracts again, but his body still manages to nudge the baby forward, and his lover responds again by easing the head back in. Lust and fear flood his chest, unsure if he can handle cumming like that again, but it washes over him all the same.
It goes on like that for the rest of the watch. He doesnāt cum with every contraction, but he feels like he will, sometimes teased for several minutes before the next one hits him. Soon there is no thought in his head but the blinding, white-hot pleasure-pain between his legs, and the ecstasy that keeps flooding his body, even as it shivers with pain.
He doesnāt even notice being dismissed by the change of guard, just starts walking blindly when his companion urges him to move, still holding the baby in. The clatter of so much armor drowns out his groans as his wobbling legs struggle to carry him, his ongoing birth feeling like a boiling welt even as he shudders through the aftershocks of his most recent orgasm.
Knowing they wonāt make it back to the barracks, the other knight pulls him into the first empty room they pass and pulls the door shut. As he lays his back against the wall, the birthing knight thinks the babe will simply drop out of him the moment itās no longer held in, but when the other knight starts using both hands to unfasten the cuisses from his thighs, his battered cunt somehow hangs onto the childās head.
The left cuisse clatters to the floor, then the right, and the other knight reaches for the laces of his trousers. But his body has already tightened again, and heās already bending at the knees and finally releasing the gravelly, animal groan thatās been building within him as he pushes. For a moment, he fears the head wonāt even fit after all of that, but with one last snap of pain that makes him break into a small yelp, the head is born. It stretches his dripping trousers, a sight that leaves his helper speechless for a moment.
He feels the child turning within him, and cringing at the strange sensation, keeps pushing. A shoulder or an elbow digs into that place that makes his clit jump, and with one last gush of fluid, he cums the shoulders out. The child tumbles into his trousers while his pussy spasms and twitches.
While handing him the child, his companion eyes the tender-red place between his legs, dripping with birthing fluid and arousal. āNext time, we need to make sure everyone sees this. Theyāre not gonna believe me when I tell them how much our boy likes pushing bastards out of his cunt.ā
That cunt tightens, and he squeezes his thighs together and whimpers, cumming to the promise of next time.
(Content Warning: Unwanted Pregnancy and Childbirth)
"Dude... If I show you something, do you promise not to be weird about it? It's important.ā
Of course you nod. You and him had been good friends for as long as you've known each other, after all.
You go to a quiet room. He seems stressed, sweat is shining on his forehead, he's breathing really heavy.
"Remember, you promised not to be weird. Right?" You nod again, wondering what could be so important.
He lifted his shirt, exposing his hairy belly and chest. His nipples dark, top scars vivid. His middle round and firm, it looked rock hard, navel popped out and a dark line leading into his pants.
Those went next, along with his boxers. You felt yourself getting more and more turned on in spite of yourself, as you saw his swollen pussy, his big, thick, hard T-dick. Everything between his legs shiny with wetness.
His belly sagged, and the tension in his body left. "It's coming. Do you understand what I mean?" Of course you did. It was impossible to miss, you couldn't believe you hadn't realized before.
"You're my best friend. I just... Need to not be alone. And I need someone to drop it off at the fire station. Once it's out. You ok with that?" You nod. You've been close friends as long as you've known each other, after all.
He nods, eyes closing. āDidn't expect it to take so longā¦ be so intense, you know? It's justā¦ mngh, feel it comingā¦ā his face scrunched with effort in an insanely appealing way as he leaned back, bracing himself on a wall. His T-dick twitched, youād never wanted something in your mouth so badly in your life. You knew his labor fluids would taste amazing coating his cock like that, you felt yourself salavating to pop it between your lips, let him fuck your face roughly as he laboredā¦
āYou look incredible.ā You say, the words coming before you think. Your privates ache with need for him, and you see his member twitch. āI don't feel incredibleā¦ fuckā¦ā he groaned, the contraction passing. āI never wanted to feel this, what this was like. Any of it.ā
āIs it that bad?ā You ask, and he grimaces. āmostly, yea. It's almost over, I just need it doneā¦ā he takes a moment. āIā¦ like how you're looking at me, though. You really do like this, huh?ā
You nod. Youāve liked him a long time. He's radiant. Masculine and in hard labor. He's worked so hard to make everything how he wanted,Ā His body isā¦ perfect. Even if it hurts him to know he's pregnant, you've never seen anyone more sexy than this hairy, strong, powerful man youād played games with, joked with, drank with, talked about chicks with.
You remember he's bi. Fuck. Are you bi? You want to touch his T-dick so bad it *hurts*, not because it's a clit, but because it's his laboring, birthing *cock*. And you need to suck it, reward him for being such a good boy, birthing like this with you.
You get on your knees. Move closer. His belly tightens in a contraction, he groans in pain. You see his body tense as he pushes. He's *giving birth*, right now, this man is about to feel a baby he never wanted slip out of him.
You kiss the tip of his cock.
Oh. God. It's perfect.
You moan as you part your lips, taking him inside. Fuck, heās *so good*. It tastes so amazing, feels so soft but hard all at once. It strains in your mouth as he pushes and your tounge runs along the base, more slick, sweet birthing fluids coating it.
āFUCK!ā He cries out, his legs shaky, and you feel his bump gently touch your head, another contraction over. His hand pats a shoulder, then the back of your head. āDude, whatā¦ you said you wouldn't be weird!ā
You take him deep as he groans in pleasure, then back to the very tip, where you say ānothing weird. Two friends doing what feels right.ā Heās panting, quivering. "Maaanā¦ You can't suck my dick while someoneās baby is coming out of my pussy!"
You take him deep again, running firm circles around the base as the cutest gasp comes from him. āYou taste so good thoughā¦ nobody needs to know. Our secret, right?ā he leans back, resting more weight on you. āNobodyā¦ needs to knowā¦ nghā¦ fuckā¦ FUCK!ā
He tenses. You go hard on him, feeling his T-dick strain once more as he pushed, gripping your hair tight. Gods, heās SO strong, so amazingā¦ he hid this for months, that must have been so hardā¦ he needs to feel good. He deserves to feel good. You are more than happy to help.
Especially since helping feels so amazing. Your hand slides down your pants, finds your own privates. You touch yourself, pleasure surging as you feel him bearing down, the effort making his cock throb in your mouth, like the poor thing wanted to cum inside you but couldn'tā¦ thatās ok. It's perfect just how it isā¦
āBig pushā¦ā you manage to purr passed his member. āBig push, just like thatā¦ don't stop, don't stopā¦ā his grunts are so deep and rough and masculine, his fingers gripping you so tight it hurts. āIt's so fucking low!ā He cries out, pulling you against him hard, filling your mouth with the flavor of his masculinity, blended with the slick sweetness of labor, childbirth.
His grip relaxes, he falls back, legs clearly shaky from the effort and your attentions. You cup his crotch, he opens his thighs to make room wordlessly. His pussy lips are so soft and swollen, bulging out obscenely, already a different shape than when he first exposed himself.
Your fingers graze along him. Soaking wet, slick, and straining. You let a fiber dip inside, and feel it. Slimy wet hair, coated with his arousal and birth juices. āItās right thereā¦ā you say, the awe in your voice obvious.
āI feel itā¦ā he replies, stroking your hair. āI feel it wants to come, that it's going to open meā¦ this is so hard, it feels so violatingā¦ I never wanted a babyā¦ Iām so scaredā¦ but Iām glad youāre with meā¦ā
You kiss along his thighs, grazing his lower lips with your mouth. He shivers, before you feel the tension starting again in his legs, his groin, his back. You grab his hips, his butt, as you take him in your mouth again, pulling him into you as he grips your head with a cry of āIt FUCKING HURTS SO BAD!!!ā
You take him deep as he bears down, squatting slowly, opening his legs as you let one hand gently cup him. You can feel it, as his free hand finds your shoulder, putting his weight all on you. That wet, hard heat pressing into your hand. The oh-so-quiet, almost impossible to hear *shlick* of the head opening him, spreading him, wet skin on wet skin.
It drives you wild. Heās GIVING BIRTH. Your guy friend is feeling his lips spreading to let a baby emerge from his most intimate spot. It's happening right now, in front of you, you can TASTE IT in his throbbing, straining cock.
So many things race through your head. Some kind, some cruel. Some supportive and others utterly shameless. But the one you feel most is that this is perfect. This man is so painfully sexy, and youāre so glad you get to share this moment, even if it's one he never wanted to experience. Maybe even especially.
He bucks against you gently, his hips rocking for comfort as he grunts ādon't want you, don't want you, get out get out get out of meeeeā¦ā you feel his burden responding, spreading him, crowning as his hips jerk.
Your friend hisses in a breath, āfucking burns so much, I can't do thissssā¦ā You just caress the head, trace along where his vagina is opening, and murmur āyou can, you're so close, it's almost overā¦ get it out, recover, then we can go back to hanging out, ok?ā
He takes an unsteady inhale, as his body relaxes. āI canā¦ youāre rightā¦ I just have to go a bit moreā¦ it's our secret, right?ā And you nod. Of course it is. You would never want to share a moment this perfect with anyone else.
A little more exploring his body. Staring in awe at the hair glistening from between his swollen lips, the head of a real baby emerging from him, before he began to tense once more.
As he once more filled the air with masculine desperation, you felt how close it was getting in a way you never expected. Inside your mouth, your friends dick began to change angle. Moving, pushing deeper, straining and shifting as the crowning head forced it to change position, everything taken over by the need to get this baby out of him, right now. His vagina only there to bring life into the world, whether he wants to or not.
His dick pulled itself out of your mouth with a pop, and you couldn't help but let out the most embarrassing, pathetic whimper of disappointment as that beautiful, perfect flavor, that exquisite hard softness, disappeared.
His T-dick was spreading at the base. His lips pulled tight. The head was at a full crown, and he was squeezing your shoulder, gripping your hair so hard it hurt. You knew it was nothing compared to what he was feeling, as his face reddened, his expression scrunched, before letting out a desperate, cracking shout, andā¦
The head erupted from your friends pussy in a gush of fluids. He sank into a deep, deep squat, still pushing, and as you watched, the shoulders rotated, and began to slide out.
You barely got your hands out in time to catch the emerging newborn, the remaining amniotic fluids tricking into your wrists and hands. You lifted the baby, looking for a way to clamp and cut the cord, trying to remember where the fire station was and the fastest way to get there.
You offered to let him hold it, but your friend just shook his head. āCome back quick, ok?ā Was all he managed, and you nodded, listening to his request.
The placenta was gone by the time you got back. He was tenderly trying to stagger out of the room, and you immediately came and helped. Guided him to the room youād been watching TV in, settled him in with plenty of water to deal with the lost fluids.
To your surprise, he was still completely naked. You didn't stare, but you still found your friend attractive, even with the smaller belly. You couldn't stop thinking about it, how wrong yet perfect it all had been, how unfair it was for him, but how glad you were it happenedā¦ you had so many questions, but quietly accepted it wasn't your place to ask, would likely never learn the answer to most.
For now, it was more than enough to sit next to your friend on the couch and watch your shows together, chit-chatting about nothing in particular until he fell asleep.
As you tried to rest in your bed that night, however, his deep, powerful, guttural grunts wouldn't leave your mind. His beautiful, swollen body shining with sweat. The flavor of his stunning, perfect T-dick, swollen and dripping with pregnancy and birthā¦
Just keep thinking about the striking image of a mother "protecting" her son form their rapist dog.
Her body above his, pendulous udders swinging back and forth, slapping his chin as the dog thrusts. Her face tear, snot, and drool stained as she cums over and over, eyes crossed and mouth open. Babbling like, "I'm gonna take this cunt wrecking knot for yoooooooou baby!!" "I'll drain his fat doggie nuts every night, so you don't have tooooooo-ough!" "Mom's cunt is getting soooooo ruined just so your's can stay tiiiiiiiiiiiiight *grunt* mmmph~ uh uh uh!"
Of course, this does happen night after night, Mom crawling on top of him like a good, trained bitch, presenting her knot molded pussy to man's best friend. They used to at least wait til he fell asleep before getting in position but now they just fuck on top of him like he's not even there. Mom's litter packed belly pinning him hard against the mattress and soaking him in sweat. She's lost focus on 'why' she's been doing this and instead is obsessed with her massive pregnant gut.
"Can you feel your siblings kicking? I think they want to see you. You want to see them, right?" "I can't get any bigger but he's fucking more pups into meeeeeeee, I wanna push but his knot is too biiiiiiiiig" "If I push your siblings out, they can sleep in your bed with you right? You'll be a good big brother for mama?"
Until eventually there's dogs, er, his siblings all over the house, they're all just as randy as their parents. All the added mutt cocks seem to be making his mother more and more perverse. She starts forcing him to eat the dog cum out of her sore, puffy, pregnant cunt, sometimes she says it's to "induce labor" because she's horrifyingly full of puppies still. Routinely she's started to "accidentally" give birth onto his face/chest due to this. Meanwhile, his siblings are becoming increasingly curious about his own sopping, untouched cunt. Mom, who spent so much time preventing him from being fucked and knotted by a mutt, starts holding open his legs so his canine brothers and sisters can get a taste of him.
"I can't do this all by myself, you need to step up as a young man and milk some of these hard on's with your mom." "Look how big and hard my belly is, I can barely take another load, you have to do it, just a few, it's your brother's first time, I'm sure he'll be a quick shot." "... oh nooooo~ the dumb little whore got knocked up, too bad you're as fertile as your mother, you'll look so good carrying inbred mutts..."
"Now that you've taken your first knot, your cunt should be loose enough to take two, right? What do you mean 'no', look at all your siblings' drooling knobs, you need to take responsibility and help me take care of them better than this. One at a time isn't enough, now stop whining and hold still..."
Seeing someone at the bus stop with like three or four leashed dogs but wait no one of the "leashes" is actually an umbilical cord attached to a pup that just slid out or that dude's cunt like it was nothing and he's just sitting there dumb and shivering from pleasure while the older mutts all get massive boners and damn you're gonna wanna pull out your phone for this next part <3
Need a dad who hates my boyfriend just because he's a dog, literally, and we fuck 24/7 even in front of him, and I'm full of his litters and promise to marry his knot and give birth around the house to pups that mature in like a week and let them fuck me just like their dad and my t-dick is a knotted dog cock now too because of the high level of exposure to virile mutt nut and no matter how often I make dad watch me and my boyfriend breed he still just doesn't "get it".
So like, I tie him down on the bed in his drugged sleep and wake him up to my tapered pup cock grinding all over his face while I moan like a slut, puppies kicking aggressively in my womb that's basically crushing his head as I grind harder and harder until my dick is raping his virgin throat and my boyfriend is breeding his asshole and turning it inside out (just like he did mine <3) with his knot and my oldest pups are trying to fuck him too or at least coat him in thick ropes of doggie ball snot and I ask him shit like, "Hey dad, what do you like more? Choking on your son's modded dog knot, or your grandpuppies genuine hybrid doggie dicks molesting you?" and of course, he doesn't answer because he's a little bitch that passed out like two strokes in, but I know when he wakes up, he'll totally stop hating on my bf because he'll be just as in love with his breeder balls as I am and after three or four rounds with all his new family his own cock will turn into a proper dog prick with a fat, veiny knot.
Just swirling my tongue around the head, I can already feel it tapering more and more <3333333
