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@pregnantallyally
@zrtl777 You’ve refused to buy me any maternity clothes. Saying I look beautiful and my belly wasn’t even that big....why are all of my tops starting to look like lingerie then? Hmmm? Why is my swollen belly constricted so tight marks are left when I take off my pants? Don’t even get me started with how my belly’s so taut you can see every movement and kick....I need to go shopping babe.
Frenchie mama ❤️❤️❤️❤️
@zrtl777 After a long day of love making on vacation (you didn’t think my pregnant pussy deserved a break), we’d step into the shower to ground ourselves and clean our bodies from the sweat inducing sexual experiences we shared. I’d complain of the aches and pains you caused me as you pamper them all away. Feeling our baby kicking beneath my skin as your loving fingers graze the suppleness of it all. Your gentle nature calming me as you adore my body, washing my hair, shaving my legs, everything I couldn’t do on my own anymore. I’d be so grateful for your love for me and our baby filling the bathroom and my womb. You sure knew how to fuck me like a whore, but treat me like a queen.
No matter how deep I am in this kink, I still get super emotional thinking about how someday I will get to find out I'm pregnant, tell my partner and see them cry happy tears, and spend the next nine months watching my belly grow. There will be a day in the future when I will go through labor with a supportive and loving partner, and deliver our baby into their hands. Straight up makes me sniffle a little bit. Kink is great, but I love imagining the wholesome family stuff too. <3
I am so exhausted today, I just wanna cuddle up in bed with my heavily pregnant partner.
@pregnantallyally
sure babe rest your head on my baby belly.
Me at my ninth month, my doctor thinks that my womb is not fully grown yet, so he keep boosting my baby growth inside me until my round belly reaches my limit, then he will allow me to birth.
If I keep having accidents, he told me he would put a diaper on me. At 9 months pregnant, I could not laugh or sneeze without making a mess. I agreed with him. It was time. His big baby was way too heavy on my petite bladder.
Large, tight, and heavy belly in labor. I can feel how big he is inside.
keeping a protective hand on my belly in missionary 🥺
putting your hands on my squirming, kicky belly while i ride you 🥺🥺
mounting me and holding my belly while you rail me from behind 🥺🥺🥺
lifting up my leg while we’re spooning and slipping inside me, then moving your hand back up to rub my belly 🥺🥺🥺🥺
@pregnantallyally
You've been so protective of my belly even before I became pregnant. Telling me not to drink too much or go out alone. You came with me everywhere. When I showed you that positive test, you only became more protective of me.
Constantly asking if I was okay and how was a new position feeling.
Your white hand on my tan belly contrasting in the night as our baby kicks happily feeling the sweet rocking daddy was giving mommy. We didn't stay in missionary for long as I whimper "My back aches daddy."
You lay on yours instead letting me control the rhythm as I bounce on your cock facing you with my belly facing you as well. You can't help but reach and support it as it was jiggling, dangling like precious fruit.
I began panting too hard and sweating down my forehead and belly. So, you demand I get off and let you do the work. You wanted me relaxing at all times carrying your baby.
I groan getting on all fours and you take the aching pain from my back as you massage it then support my heavy belly as you rail me hard from behind. A stark contrast to the soft caresses you give our baby brewing in my belly.
After cumming hard together, we fall down together into the sheets. As we spoon to sleep, you can't help but slide in one more time lifting my leg and quickly going back to soothe my tender pregnant tummy. I gasp feeling our baby awake again with strong confident kicks telling you " You woke her up again, daddy."
Thoughts on a bit of birth denial? I keep thinking of a situation where you’re overdue and your partner had to travel somewhere for an emergency. They’re coming back today and you were going to pick them up from the airport, but you’ve been having regular contractions since yesterday and are begging for the baby to stay in there. It’s a miracle (or probably foolishness?) that you’re able to drive after 27 hours of labor but your water finally breaks right as you pull up to park and you realize you don’t have much time at all. Your walk into the airport is slow and agonizing, and gravity is making the already unbearable pressure so bad that you have to fight an instinct to squat. It’s only once you actually get inside and find a corner of something to brace against that you realize you don’t just need to squat, you need to push.
It’s the only thing you can think of once that thought crosses your mind, even when you are contracting. The baby is coming now whether you like it or not, you can feel it, but you still use every ounce of your strength and willpower to fight the urge until your partner finds you. You don’t know how long that is, especially not when your eyes are forced to stay shut and every second feels like hours, but right as you reach your breaking point you feel your partners arms around you and hear them hurriedly asking something. You have no idea what they say because you need to push, you need to push the baby is coming right now you need to push, and only realize you’re saying this out loud when your partner says “wait-“ and is barely able to support you as you lower yourself and bear down. Even though you’re in a corner, those who can’t see you can hear you. Your partner tries to tell you to wait, you haven’t even taken your pants off, but you can’t stop yourself from pushing now that you’ve started. The heads already starting to come out as your partner tries to get your bottoms off of you. The baby did manage to wait for your partner to get back at least but they’re not waiting a second longer as you’re forced to push them out right there in the airport.
god, i fucking love birth denial~
this is definitely my favorite type of it too, trying my best to hide what's happening from everyone around me, until i just can't anymore 🤤 thank you so much for this!!
I want to come home late and walk into our bedroom to find you naked, resting on your hands and knees, on our bed. Your pregnant belly framed perfectly between your thighs. Massive and full. I want to hear you beg me to fuck you. Beg me to kick start your long overdue labour. Even though you and I both know that, as soon as you push this baby out, I'll be filing you with another.
I knew you were nearly there. The ache in your hips, the awkward sway in your waddle, the way you lifted the bump while you stood to get the baby's weight off your back if only for a brief moment. I would do the same. Just walk up behind, cup your bump in my hands and lift it up. You would sigh and place your hands over mind. We would stay like that and rock together forever before I'd drop your womb and let the weight fall back on your poor hips and back. You were so goddamn close to giving birth. The doctor suggested being medically induced after measuring the weight of the baby, but you wanted to go naturally.
At two weeks overdue, you were regretting that decision.
The baby's head had been engaged for a week, your cervix dilated with false contractions you felt all throughout the day, the weight of the heavy child pulled violently at your back. One night you woke up in tears due to the baby kicking at your spine. I thought for sure you'd ask me to pound you into labor right then and there.
And the stairs. God, the stairs. At one and a half weeks past due, I had to help you down to the kitchen. You gasped and rocked your hips, complaining about how the baby was so deep and felt ready to fall out. By the time reached the bottom, there was a wet spot in your pants from the lining in your amniotic sac tearing, the sheer amount of baby and fluid it contained pushed it beyond its limits. Water began to leak from your opening, and you spent the rest of your pregnancy wearing pads that would be full and leaking by the end of the day.
The time finally came when you decided it was too much on your body. I got home from work and found you in bed, great with child and aching to give birth. You were on your hands and knees, looking over your shoulder at my dumbfounded expression in the doorway. I looked between your legs and saw your overripe womb brushing against the mattress, straining with weight of amniotic fluid and our big, overdue baby.
"Please." You said, rolling your hips and wincing at the feeling of the large head in your pelvis, desperate to deliver the baby. "I'm ready."
I slammed into you without question, waiting for this moment for nearly ten months, and didn't stop until I was soaked with water and you were begging to push.
Our 11 lbs. baby was born five hours later on the same bed it was made in.
Don’t you dare stop just because I’m crowning 🙄. I want this baby out and the surprise twin too.
In that case, I'll just rail your ass until they slide on out.
God is a woman duh
Your water pops in a busy shopping mall, and immediately you feel your baby move down. Are you stubbornly keeping your pants on until you can get back to your car, or are you resolving to getting as close to a private place as you can before stripping down and pushing.~
- anon a
i'll keep my pants on as long as possible but i might not make it back to my car. i might end up bearing down into my pants in a crowd, standing with my hands on my thighs grunting and panting. eventually i'd probably need help getting out of my clothes and getting down onto the ground to give birth properly. 😳
I don’t think help is coming. everyone is too consumed in themselves don’t you know that silly girl. you’d stand with your hands on your thighs grunting and panting pathetically in the middle of the mall and no one will stop their day to help. the head crowning making a big bulge through your jeans as you stand there begging for help.
id crown into my jeans, a huge bulge visible, fumbling with the buttons for several minutes before i could finally pull them down to my knees. on my next push the head would pop out with a gush. id be panting, moaning, and at this point people would stare at the head between my legs, but no one would help as i grunted and screamed out the shoulders
Your water pops in a busy shopping mall, and immediately you feel your baby move down. Are you stubbornly keeping your pants on until you can get back to your car, or are you resolving to getting as close to a private place as you can before stripping down and pushing.~
- anon a
i'll keep my pants on as long as possible but i might not make it back to my car. i might end up bearing down into my pants in a crowd, standing with my hands on my thighs grunting and panting. eventually i'd probably need help getting out of my clothes and getting down onto the ground to give birth properly. 😳
I don’t think help is coming. everyone is too consumed in themselves don’t you know that silly girl. you’d stand with your hands on your thighs grunting and panting pathetically in the middle of the mall and no one will stop their day to help. the head crowning making a big bulge through your jeans as you stand there begging for help.
“... because in Barbados we take our fruits to the ocean and soak them,” she insists. “Trust me, it really is a thing.” - Rihanna for Vogue
The baby was craving it babe.
Poor mama outgrew her pants yet again. The baby dropping is relentless.
