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Situations depicted on this blog are NOT necessarily ones that I would condone or appreciate in real life. This is strictly fantasy.
No minors, gender critical people or detransition fetishizers. 18+ and LGBT friendly is a necessity here. If you're a white supremacist, far right or think women's only purpose should be to keep house and make babies, get out of here, I'm not the blog for you.
On that note, my pronouns are he/him and they/them
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My main kinks are breeding, pregnancy, birth, and oviposition. Most other things I can specify about, and will continue to add to this as I go.
I'm not currently looking for rp partners, but will try to keep this blog going, got a lot of stuff going on irl right now.
going into labor while in someone's lap turns me on so much. moaning and whimpering as my back arches and their hands hold and rub my belly from behind. im accidentally turning them on from the combination of my sounds and the way i subconsciously rock my hips in their lap to try and cope with the pressure. they cant help but hump my ass and rub my clit as i pant and groan, feeling their baby press against my pelvis so heavily.
imagine getting cursed with a portal pussy and loosing all control over the poor little thing~
trying to keep a straight face while someone, or something toys with your pussy. doing their best to ignore the painful stretch as they get violently fucked by something
hopelessly growing a baby for whoever decided to claim their hole, forced to watch as they slowly swell over the months, not sure what they're even pregnant with
and finally they're forced to go through a birth way longer then it has any right to be, desperately pushing and trying anything they can think of to get the baby out meanwhile whatever is on the other side is clearly enjoying their struggle, playing with their poor stretched hole, pushing the baby back in and leaving them to simmer in their own futile laboring
better hope the other end of the portal for their poor crowning pussy doesnt get left in a pocket or a draw where there isnt enough room to push the head out :]
i wish portal pussies were real specifically so that i could inflict this on someone
inviting guests over for dinner while she's in labor and pretending none of you notice the way she's clearly trying not to cry as a baby crowns under the table
imagine getting a text from your knocked up sub with a picture of comet in the backseat of an uber with a baby crowning between comets legs captioned "trying to make it to your house but it wants out now :("
offer to help your birthing sub by applying counterpressure but make them come to you for it. stay exactly where you are half-assedly holding your hands out and make them come press your baby into your hands themselves.
imagine coming home and hearing your roommate quietly sobbing in the bathroom and when you open the door to check on them they're laying on the floor, legs spread, with a huge baby lodged in their cunt
also getting someone hard and using their cock to get knocked up while they're asleep BUT 1) with rapid preg and 2) not realizing they have a knot. So the result is their knot swells up in you and you're tied to them so like not ideal but fine like they're a heavy sleeper so you should be ok And then you notice that your buttondown is way tighter than it was earlier...
you're tied for like 15-20 minutes and you just have to sit there while your belly swells from relatively flat to so big that you are fully incapable of getting off their cock.
I'm just imagining waking up to you freaking out on top of me, my dick slowly deflating as your hole is rapidly and violently spasming around it. I'm not sure if I'd be scared, confused, just plain horny, or all three at the sight of you trying to pull yourself off of me as your broken water leaks around my cock onto my bed, screaming "GET IT OUT!" the entire time.
Love the sorta hilarious image of the two of us entangled and squirming, trying to wrench myself out of you as you feel the babies getting bigger and bigger with every second you aren't pushing them out...
That was the lie I kept telling myself as I waited on the subway platform. I had held labor at bay all day, pretending everything was normal while the head slipped further and further into my pelvis. “Your face is a little red, are you sure you’re okay?”s and “You look like you’re in pain, everything alright?”s had been constantly asked throughout the day as the contractions got worse and worse, the head slipped lower and lower, and the pressure went up and up…
And now I was done for the day, homeward bound, where I could call my girlfriend, and everything would be okay. It was just a quick subway ride, how bad could it be?
Well, fifteen minutes into waiting for the seemingly late subway, I found out just how bad it could be. I knew I couldn’t sit down or else I’d never get back up, so I started leaning on a support pillar about five minutes in. No one paid me any attention, and I was grateful for that small blessing. I don’t know what I’d do if someone noticed I was deep into labor. I tried just rubbing my belly, seeing if I could soothe my muscles. No use.
Now, here I was, harsh cramping every few minutes and a head grinding into my pelvis. I don’t remember when I started panting, nor did I really care. I was just glad the noise of the underground station drowned out my occasional whimper. I tried to keep it to a whimper at least, but as time went on, everything got worse. Soft whimpers turned into middling whines as cramps turned into true contractions. I could feel the peaking pressure that I felt all day bubbling in my hips, threatening to make me pop all over this platform. Just a few more minutes, and the train would be here. I can make it.
Another fifteen minutes and the contractions had become unbearable, forcing me to whimper into my arm to keep quiet. There was no way in hell I was going to let out all the groans and screams bubbling in my throat. That would attract attention, and attention was not what I needed right now. Right now, I what I needed was relief. Less pressure, lighter cramps, calmer baby, anything.
Maybe squatting would make the pressure better? Yeah, no harm in a little squat. Just sliiiide down the pillar… There we go, slowly, slowly… Ignore the rising contraction… Just like that…
I let out a small groan as some of the pressure dissipated. Squatting was looking like it was a good idea until I felt the trickle of water running down my leg. My eyes shot open, looking down. I stretched my neck forward, trying to look past my bump. Sure enough, gathering between my feet was a tiny puddle. My breath hitched in my throat as I extended a shaky hand down to my crotch. It hovered there for a moment, scared to reach up and touch my lips underneath my pants.
I didn’t need to, as the rest of my water gushed from me a second later, cascading through my pants and pooling underneath me. I had barely registered that my hand was now covered in fluids that had formerly been in my womb before the urge to push hit. And it hit hard. I let out a choked gasp as I suddenly found myself pushing. I slapped my dry hand over my lips to stop any noises, but I had a feeling it probably wouldn’t do anything.
I could feel the head descending from my cervix, sliding into my canal. I wasn’t used to things being that deep into me, much less things with that kind of size. I let out a sound that was between a whimper and a groan as my canal stretched around the big head. It hurt. It hurt more anything I had ever felt before. But what hurt more was that I was alone. I was giving on the verge of giving birth, and my girlfriend had absolutely no idea.
Of course! My girlfriend! My soaked hand dove into my pocket as soon as the contraction faded, fishing for my phone. I’d call her, she’d come get me, and I’d probably give birth in the car, but at least I’d be with her. I grabbed it as I felt the next contraction start to build, mere seconds after the last had ended. I fumbled with it for a moment and successfully turned it on…
Only to see that I had no service. A muffled sob made its way through my hand as I stared at those two words in the corner of my screen. Okay, that’s fine, maybe there’s a payphone down here. I’m pretty sure I had money. I glanced up, and my heart sunk. Somehow, the amount of people had multiplied from the few dozen that were down here when I had last looked. There was no way I was making it through the crowd.
My body didn’t want me to either, as I found myself bearing down without even thinking about it. The head stretched my tight cunt out as it descended. I wasn’t ready for this. I hadn’t even thought about how my tightness would impact my labor. I was a lesbian, so that meant I had no boyfriend to stretch me out. And I almost never used dildos, so I was as tight as could be.
The tears started almost right after I stopped pushing. It hurt, I was alone, I wasn’t ready, and now people were starting to notice. I saw someone jab his friend in the arm, looking at me and whispering. The next thing I knew, there was a phone pointed at me as I slid down the pillar into my own mess. I whimpered as someone else looked too, pulling out their own phone.
I didn’t have time to consider the consequences of giving birth in public, the contractions were nearly on top of each other now. Again, I made a noise between a whimper and a groan as I bore down for the internet to see. I bit into my hand as the head traveled further, nearing my exit.
I opened my eyes once the contraction had faded and froze. Everyone was looking at me. A small quarter-circle had formed on my right side, with the tracks on my left. I’m pretty sure there was someone behind me and on my left too. I sobbed, managing to choke out a plea. If anyone heard it, they’d didn’t move.
Again, I didn’t have time to worry about the people staring at me, as another contraction soon fell upon me. My whimper-groans turned into full groaning, only partially muffled by my hand. I squeezed my eyes shut again, bearing down as hard as I could. My crotch suddenly began to burn, causing me to yell, but I couldn’t stop pushing. I doubted I could stop pushing even if I tried. The burn spread, worsening as I continued to push. I half-heard whispers from the small crowd and picked out the words ‘crotch,’ ‘bulge,’ ‘baby,’ and ‘birth.’ Someone whispered behind me, but all I heard was the word “crowning.” Someone else said something in response, and this time I caught it.
“Holy shit, she is crowning!”
My eyes flew open as I stopped pushing, looking down at myself. Idiot. My belly, still big and firm, blocked my view of my crotch. But sometime after I sat down I had spread my legs open subconsciously. It was probably for the best, but it now meant everyone could see what I couldn’t; the small bulge of my baby’s head straining against my pants.
Frantically, I reached down to pull my pants down and to give my baby room, but it was useless. My legs were spread too wide, and the baby was too low to close them again. I groaned out loud as I pushed into my pants, feeling the tight fabric strain against the head. Hey, at least I wasn’t wearing jeans.
My groans got louder and more animalistic as the ring of fire got worse. My pussy wasn’t ready for this, it was still tight as a virgin’s. But my body didn’t care, and my baby didn’t care. I continued to push, my noises echoing around the underground space.
I had lost count of how many contractions I had pushed through. I had lost track of time. All I knew was that it was only getting worse. I screamed, abandoning my goal to keep quiet. The head stopped moving when I pushed. I tried pushing again, but still no movement. I started panicking, wondering if the baby was stuck. That was the last thing I needed right now. I grabbed my thighs, trying to spread my legs apart further as I bore down. Then I remembered. I never took off my pants. I was still pushing into them.
I sobbed, on the verge of breaking into tears as I cried out for someone, anyone to help. The burn was at its worst, and it wasn’t getting any better. Nor was my progress. The head had completely stopped in my pants. It was a push, maybe two, away from fully crowning, and I could do nothing. Nothing. Nobody in the growing crowd moved to help me as I started to beg, tears flowing my cheeks as I desperately bore down. Nothing. Nothing at all.
I was about to burst into tears when the head moved just a tiny bit forward, and I heard a pop from my crotch. Immediately I assumed the worst, that my tight pussy was starting to tear. Slowly, a hand moved from my thigh to my crotch. I almost vomited as I felt around my bulging labia, looking for the tear in my skin. I started pushing, babbling that my baby had to wait, that I didn’t want to do this. But I bore down nonetheless. I heard more pops, and with each one the head moved forward the tiniest bit. My hands grabbed my thighs as my instincts demanded I spread myself open as wide as I could. I screamed as I finally crowned, blonde head bursting out of my pants.
I sat there in shock for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. First, and probably most importantly, I didn’t tear. That I was sure of as trembling hands felt around my burning lips. Second, I had crowned the head. Apparently the pops I heard wasn’t me tearing, but seams in my pants tearing. My panties were somehow still very much intact, despite being soaked with birthing fluids and close to tearing themselves. Third, I was now soaked from the waist down with my own fluids.
I sat there, stunned as the body slowly rotated so that the shoulders could pass. I heard shutters, and I saw flashes, but I didn’t notice them until a moment later. I yelped, trying to cover my throbbing cunt and the head hanging out of it with my hands. Of course, it wasn’t any use, and the pictures had already been taken. The tears returned as I begged people not to look. Again, if anybody heard me, they didn’t move.
I got maybe a minute to breathe and ‘relax’ before the shoulders were in place and ready to go. I was exhausted, humiliated, horrified and numb at the same time. I was done with this, and something inside of me took over. I screamed as I pushed, feeling the burn that announced the head return. It was worse, way worse, even with the extra space given to the shoulders and the stretching from the head. My voice started to crack, then quiet. I bulged out, shoulders just behind my lips.
With a silent cry, one shoulder popped out of my abused cunt. Things started to blur. Someone was starting to yell. It might’ve been me. I blinked, trying to keep my eyes open as I began to push again. Things got blurrier. Everything started to quiet suddenly. My pussy strained, trying to close even as I tried to push. It was right there…
I felt the second shoulder pop out of me, the body sliding from my burning pussy, the last of my fluids adding to my mess. Seemingly automatically, I reached down and picked up the wailing newborn between my legs. I felt empty. Everything started to fade as I held my daughter to my chest.
The last thing I heard before I passed out was the subway, pulling up beside me.
This post comes as a bit of a break from my current cruise storyline as it's been a special request from a friend of mine who is very much into werewolves, and has just had some very good news, so I promised I would push this ahead as a celebration.
There were 8 of you he fucked that night 9 or so months ago. 7 of your pack sisters and you. Only one pregnancy had taken – damn the poor genetics of Were creatures – so of course you were the centre of attention as the little gift he gave you grew inside. 41 weeks now of no shifting, being stuck in human form, watching your belly balloon out to this distended lump you can’t help but hold as another contraction wracks you from the inside.
You’re doing as tradition dictates – when it comes time to give birth you travel to the wilderness to become one with nature. You’re well aware of the process of giving birth - you’ve blended into human society for years as a midwife. You’ve seen – and helped – countless human babies into the world. But Were babies were different. Typically bigger for starters – though pregnancies for Were folk were so rare you had only seen 2 in your entire life.
Thankfully your species live a long time by human standards and have an innate ability to heal their wounds. But you still feel pain, and as the muscles cramping around your midsection finally relent you swear under your breath at the fact that Were creatures can’t use traditional human pain relief methods.
You’re the pack midwife but you’re joined by your mother on this journey as someone suitable to guide you through the trials of birthing. 2 of your pack sisters are along to provide support. And him. ‘Four-large-paws’ as he was christened by the pack many years ago – or his more traditional human name – Jack. This man was a hulking mass of a creature in both his human and wolf forms. Even transformed to a wolf as he is now, he was shoulder height with you. He certainly wore the dire wolf shape with pride.
He was our pack alpha. Our protector. Father of our spawn. Lets be honest - big wolf had a big dick which felt really good 9 months ago. Now his big baby had resulted in your monstrous bump sticking out in front, and the child you carried was wanting to get out and it fucking hurts.
You’d shed your clothes a long time ago. Even though you were outside in the breeze you were simply too hot. There’s a blanket on the floor you were resting on as you groan out loud both hands pressed tight into your belly as the next contraction picks up. They felt like they were on top of each other. The transition stage the humans called it. For humans it lasts a mercifully short time. You didn’t have the god of mercy on your side as you enter the second hour of non stop relentless muscle pain.
“How is she doing?” Jack asked, shifting from his wolf form to human, and as a result, as naked as you were. He’d just returned from another patrol on the outskirts of the camp, wanting to be actively doing something rather than sit and watch, feeling powerless.
“9 centimetres” replied your mother. “She’s almost there. I remember this stage with her. You want to give up but your body keeps constantly reminding you that you have a job to do.” You manage a nod in between your groans. It was a great honour to birth for the pack but why did it have to hurt so damned much.
You suddenly gasp as a splash of water escapes between your legs. Your waters had broken. Another step towards the end. The problem was that the cushion that the waters had once given you had also disappeared, and now you felt the baby within you grind relentlessly into your pelvis.
You have a moment of doubt wondering if your hips could even manage to birth this baby – you had an ultrasound last week which suggested it could be up to 12 pounds by human standards. Normally that would be cause for alarm and even suggestions that a natural birth would not be possible, but Werewolf babies were always born big and your species was able to cope, your hips separating, your ligaments loosening to accommodate the much larger infant within the birth canal.
You throw your head back and howl – as best as you could do with the vocal cords of a human, it was much easier as a wolf – as your hand reaches down between your legs, your fingers reaching in past wet folds of skin as you press into your vagina feeling for signs of the baby. You once felt the bag expanding out, thinking the baby was just behind it, but now you couldn’t feel anything.
You roll over and grunt as you push yourself up off the ground, the 3 other ladies jumping in to help you up. With their help you scramble to your feet between contractions and plod over to a tree, leaning against it as the next one picks up.
The liquids are still dripping slow drops from between your legs, so you stand with a wide stance, trying your hardest to keep it dropping on the floor rather than running down your leg and causing you an irritation – you had enough things going on to keep you annoyed with your body right now.
You breathe in deep, soothing breaths as you had told mothers to be countless times before and you couldn’t help but smile as you realize that whilst it's working a little, it feels like a whistle in a hurricane for the amount of difference it really makes to the pain you experience.
“Can I help pull it out?” Jack asked. He was certainly a good carer for the pack, but when he felt powerless, he reverted to type – overcoming something with physical power rather than logic.
“No child.” your mother responded. Normally the pack alpha would not be allowed to be responded to in such a submissive manner, but as your mother counted as a pack elder, she had more leeway than most – after all she had seen Jack grow from a pup herself before the death of the previous Alpha, where Jack had succeeded to leadership in a trial of combat amongst his peers. “A woman must face this trial alone. Mother Gaia would not permit the Were children to be cut out of their mother like the humans. The mother must bear the children as our ancestors did many generations ago.”
“Believe me, it fucking sucks!” you scream as you squat down lower using the tree for support as you let out an involuntary push.
“You’re close, push when your body tells you to” your mother jumps in, realising that you are close to losing all control and your body taking over.
“Never mind it telling me, it’s shouting at me” you gasp as you bear down again, fingers pressing tight into the bark of the tree, trying to do anything to help relieve some of the pain and frustration you were feeling.
The naked dire wolf turned human walked towards you and showing care and affection, he pressed his body against you, large hands covering yours on the tree. He took one and placed it on your belly, felling the muscles within tense and contract as you took the opportunity to yell in pain. His other hand held you up and kept you from buckling at the knees now that your bracing against the tree had been lost.
Oddly it helped you cope. You felt his grizzled bearded face press against your neck as you pressed your body back into his, his muscled frame providing you an anchor to focus on. Still the seemingly relentless pain ached your insides, and the scant moments of relief as you actively pushed seemed to provide less and less comfort as you felt yourself fill up inside, your labia bulging as the baby worked its way down your canal and rested just inside your opening.
You guided the hand that was enveloping yours from your belly down to between your legs, and you seperated your lips. You felt it then, skin within the fullness between your legs. You wrapped your whole hand around one of Jack’s fingers and pressed it into you so he could feel it too.
“Your… our baby” you gasped. You felt him hold you tighter.
His rough, calloused finger gave you an idea. You snaked your hips as best you could until it rested against your clit. The electric sensation as you felt him press against the engorged nub sent you shivering, but it helped take your mind off the sensations coursing through your body. He gladly picked up the pace, his finger pressing and jiggling the nub as you gasped – unsure if this was a by-product of the contraction or if he had managed to make you cum with only a few moments of attention.
The sensation was soon lost though as the need to push overcame you. You dug your feet into the ground and pressed your body back into Jack as if to provide a counter pressure to the downward force your body was exerting. The 2 wolf sisters who travelled with you almost shouted in unison “I can see it” as your lips finally parted by themselves and allowed the first glimpse of the baby you bring into the world.
“Good job my spark” you mother used her pet name for you to try and keep you motivated. Your pack name was “Thunder Shower Lightning” to signify that you were born in the middle of a terrible storm, your own mind thinking if your mother had it any worse than you giving birth in the middle of a rainstorm – at least the water would have been cooling you feel, as the heat of the exertion you are doing continues to fill your body.
5 more pushes happened, 3 contractions, you feeling like they were almost on top of each other with no time to rest before the next update was given from group watching you. “Thats not a head” shrieked one of the 2 Were sisters. You knew this of course. You were aware from the ultrasound you did on yourself that the baby was breech. It didn’t change anything, you still had to push it out. The baby, a son you knew, though you were forbidden from announcing it to the pack, was frank breech – he was essentially folded in half within your womb and this feet were up next to his head. You knew it was going to be tough and had been mentally trying to prepare yourself all week for the test your body was going to be put under.
“You knew?” your mother asked you. You manage a nod as you push once more. You squat down further – at least as much as Jack’s enormous frame will let you sink low – and scream.
The child is massive. Its buttocks and legs combined easily wider than the head. You felt a searing pain in your crotch. “She’s torn” one of the two Were sisters announced, blood evident now on the ground. Nothing for it now though, you’re stuck this way until you push the baby out, so you grit your teeth and scream through the pain. You hoped that the tear would at least allow for easier passage of the baby, but no such luck, you still had to push hard, almost as if the angle of the baby had his feet bracing itself against your insides.
The next push you feel the baby release further. “We have a boy” announced the other Were sister, the babys genitals exposed between his tucked-up legs. You’re certain that Jack held you tight all over again.
You tugged your arm forward screaming “let me go” as Jack released you and you fell forward onto your knees, yelling in pain as another push forced yet more of the baby out. You had birthed your son to his chest, and you felt exhaustion closing in with the amount of effort you needed.
“Shall I pull” Jack announced.
“No!” came a chorus from the 3 other women who were in the process of moving around.
You placed your hands on the floor and leaned forward to a hands and knees position as you pressed your butt down closer to the floor, opening the width between your legs trying to give as much room as possible for the combined width of the babys chest, shoulders and legs. With a triumphant scream the blood and vernix covered mass slipped out from between your legs, leaving you panting, gasping for air.
Jack reacted first from all 4 of the people in attendance and he held the body of his son reverently between your legs. Your mother was checking for the cord to ensure that there was no risk to the child. You continued to gasp, big heaving pants sending your breasts and belly quaking back and forth.
“Almost there” your mother advised you. That’s when you realised that you still had to birth the head. The part that traditionally takes the longest, the biggest stretch. Your body’s next contraction a reminder that there was also no way to prevent it from happening.
You had a moment of panic. None of the 4 birth attendants had ever dealt with a breech before. You were the only one who knew what to do. Your mother had only had 1 child – you – and you were born traditionally head first.
“Take the…” you managed to start the sentence before you were cut short by the scream of a contraction. “support the weight as I push” you finally gasped as you steeled yourself for the next contraction. The baby was lifted so he was perpendicular to it’s direction of movement, Jacks long fingers cradling the entire body.
“Someone get their fingers in and press my lips, give the head as much room to pass.” you managed. You felt smaller, more delicate fingers, no idea who's, slip into you and then searing pain as they stretched the tear further apart. You howled out loud, certain you were almost going to black out from the pain, but you held your breath and pushed with the contraction.
You held your breath and pushed. The pain made your head swim, but Jack’s voice rang out and pierced through the fog. “Here he comes, keep on going.”
The head pushing through your lips caused the tear to open further, blood free flowing down your legs, your voice caught in a silent scream, your throat raw due to the amount of yelling you had been doing. You feel the mass push through your legs. Each fraction of an inch was excruciating, but finally, with a sense of relief you didn’t think was possible, the head passed through your opening and into Jack’s hands, the umbilical cord pulsing as the baby takes its first breath, a shrill cry escaping its lungs.
Your wobbling arms couldn’t hold you up anymore as you planted face first into the ground, panting and sobbing. Your ass and crotch were poked in the air as your mother clamped and bit through the cord, symbolic of the cycle of nature.
You rolled over and stared at the group of 5 now, the size of the baby in Jack’s hands twice the size of any newborn you had ever seen birthed by a human. The tear between your legs was already starting to heal now it hadn’t been stretched in a few moments, the pain reducing to a dull ache. Jack passed the baby to you as he latched to your breast.
“We need to think of a name for our son.” Jack spoke. “Something to symbolise the day.”
You grinned. “There is no way I’m calling my firstborn Bloodsoaked Crotchripper.”
Jack looked crestfallen. “How did you know I was thinking that. OK a veto. I need to go back to the drawing board.”
pregnant boy who has to birth a whole litter but is cursed to not make any birth progress past crowning unless his gf is being hands-on and making some kind of contact with the baby, so when she has no choice but go to work, he has to spend the whole day with the baby not budging
pocket pussy portals so you can go through your day doing whatever strikes your fancy but at any time, at multiple times, during the day you feel yourself getting slowly stretched open and fucked by who knows who or what. the people on the other side of the portal encircling your cunt keeping a plug in you so you walk through getting increasingly stuffed with more and more hot cum, only allowed to release it when everyones done so you can watch it pour out of you all over your legs.
