We need to have another conversation about pulling unconsenting people into this scope of the internet. We need to keep having this conversation, actually.
Many of the pregnancy content you find here is stolen. I understand willing participants who create kink content while being pregnant is rare and that makes it difficult to find. However, this is not an invitation to steal photos and videos of pregnant people to use for sexual gratification on here. While probably not illegal (if sourcing from public social media), it is extremely unethical.
Now, I know the pool of willing content creators is even more rare when it comes to trans people. I also know how hard it is to find representation of pregnant trans people, and how special it is when you do. But, you have to realize, many of the pregnant trans parents you are sharing here have been victim to this theft before. They have been hurt by it, and some have spoken up about it.
I see people’s pictures float around, and can recall seeing them speak out about how people stealing and fetishizing photos and videos of their pregnant bodies has been traumatizing. I’ve seen people say it’s caused stalkers, ruined their pregnancy experiences, among other things.
One photo set I keep seeing of a pregnant trans man recently is from a creator who has broken down in tears about his photos of him having his children being used for “sex” —We must stop this.
I, of course, can’t stop anyone. But I need you all to consider the harm you’re inadvertently contributing to by spreading stolen pictures. If you wouldn’t do it to someone’s nudes, why is this any better (considering you have a fetish and are putting those images on porn blogs)?
I am a willing content creator who’s had content stolen, and it bothers me. It feels like a violation to me. I can’t imagine that being done to me when I was simply trying to represent trans people becoming parents. Anyway. I’ll get off my soapbox. But please think about what you’re doing.
deep, guttural, animalistic grunts are so underrated in the birth kink community. moans and screaming really don’t interest me at all. i love the ones where you can tell it’s involuntary and strained, so throaty it almost makes them gag to let the sound out
I need to take someone out on a date, making them wear a big fake pregnant belly. The belly stretching out their tight clothes as they waddle around, holding there hand as the walk. God! I want to rub their belly, tell them about how I can feel our baby kicking and how they should be careful because "the baby is coming soon."
Something I find underrated about birth are the movements. And not just the obvious ones (suddenly feeling that urge to squat, spring your legs apart for a crowning head) but the more subtle ones. The winces, the visible flexing of a belly as it contracts. Thighs tensing. The infinitesimal roll of her hips as she feels it drop. The constant shifting, tension, the need to widen, to open.
Maybe she clambers to her feet, pacing. Movement, restlessness. It’s too low, too uncomfortable. She needs to do something. Her body’s telling her. Soon. Soon.
I think transition is my favorite part of labor for this reason, because that's when the restlessness kicks into high gear. Changing positions every minute, swiveling their hips nonstop, rocking as they desperately cling to their partner for support, staring into space. All while those faint urges to push grow harder to ignore with each contraction and natural instinct slowly but surely begins to consume them. The baby is so low between their legs that it hurts to move but they'll go insane if they remain still.
Then they finally find a place to settle and the baby comes wherever they happen to be when their body tells them it's time to let it all out.
One thing I find funny about this fetish is the more I learn about pregnancy and birth, the more I'm amazed that people go through it willingly without giving it much thought. And I don't mean a happily married couple keeping an unplanned baby but there are people going through ALL OF THAT and risk dying for men who couldn't be trusted to take care of a pet rock let alone a baby 😭
This table has given me the ability to live out one of my favorite fantasies. <3 Hose plugged in, milkers sucking, me softly moaning and wiggling in pleasure. Multiple angles too in this about 30 minute video.
Contains: Child birth, sex, sex before birth, tmpreg, fluff, self birth denial, about 4.5k words.
{A burly woodworker is reluctant to give birth after topping his husband.}
Aaron woke up to the sound of the front door unlocking. As fast as he could, he sat up, having to be wary of his big belly. Lionel’s shifts seemed to take forever these days. He basically lived in that lab.
He understood why he was working hard, but that didn't mean that he had to like it. Being alone all day was tough, especially since he was so late into his pregnancy. He just wanted to cuddle in bed with his husband and let him love on him.
So he decided to meet him at the door. He steadied himself on his swollen feet and waddled down the hallway.
Aaron was already a big man. Working with wood made it easy. He was like a less hairy grizzly; sporting a full head and beard of brown curls. But lately, just standing started to make his heart race. His belly took up a lot of space; to the point that even from far away, he could no longer pass it for an overgrown beer gut.
Even before he took off of work, his customers had questions. Was he alright? Should he still be working in this condition? Did he have a tumor?
But at the end of the day, it didn't matter, he had his beautiful husband to love and soon, their baby.
Lionel's green eyes glowed as soon as he saw him and his smile followed suit. He set down his backpack and stretched out his arms.
“Hey babe!” He cheered.
Like a magnet, Aaron was immediately drawn to him. Leaning back so he could actually hug him, he rested his head on top of Lionel's own, taking in the warmth of his skin.
“Hey.” He said. It came out quieter than he expected.
He could feel Lionel raise an eyebrow under him. “You okay?” He asked.
Aaron shook it off. “Yeah. How was your day?”
Lionel sighed. “It was pretty good until my lab partner blew up the bathroom.” He said.
“Ugh.” Aaron replied.
“Yeah, I couldn't even open my mouth because it smelled so bad. It hung in the air like steam after a long shower. It was so-”
Aaron lurched, recoiling from Lionel and his story. He could feel the sting of bile in his throat. He waved him away, trying to get him to stop talking.
His husband blinked quickly. “Shit, sorry. Maybe that was too much.”
Aaron gave him a sharp look. “You think?” He replied.
Lionel cringed. “Oh, well… tell me about your day.” He said.
Aaron sat down on the couch with a deep sigh. “Do you really wanna know?” He asked.
His husband shifted nervously. “Oh no, what’d they do this time?”
“Unlike you.” He laughed. “I’ll spare you the details, let's just say you're lucky that you'll never know what it's like to be scratched from the inside.” He groaned.
Lionel's cringe grew into a large grimace. “Ouch, I’m sorry.” He said.
Aaron leaned on the arm of the couch and rested his head on top of his fist. “Mhmm.” He muttered.
Calmly, Lionel walked over to him and laid a soft hand on his ever growing stomach.
“You know your daddy doesn't like that, don't hurt him.” He said softly.
Aaron couldn't help but giggle at his humor. It wasn't like the baby was going to listen to him, but at least they knew now that their kid could hear them. Soon after, the baby held up their foot, stretching his skin.
Aaron rubbed the little bump in his belly to try to settle them down. “It's really not that serious.” He said.
Lionel shrugged. “Hey, I'm just practicing my dad voice.” He replied.
Aaron chuckled. “I was talking to our baby, and your dad voice needs work. This kid is gonna walk all over you.”
Lionel grinned. “Well, I can't help that. Us Kelly’s are very persistent.” He said proudly.
Aaron rolled his eyes and just barely managed to fold his arms over his belly. “Unfortunately for me and my ribs.” He joked.
His husband burst out laughing and brought him into another hug. “Please, you know you love me!” He exclaimed.
“Ugh. Yes!” Aaron laughed.
Suddenly, Lionel pulled him into a kiss. Aaron’s eyes opened wide at first, but after a moment, he closed the and leaned in. Careful of his belly, he held Lionel tight and slipped his tongue in his mouth.
Lionel moaned into him and kissed him back. Getting into it, Aaron reached down and squeezed his soft butt, rubbing it down as he pushed his hips into his.
Breathlessly, Lionel pulled out of the kiss. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asked. “You're already two days past due…”
Aaron licked his lips. “Just get me out of this bathrobe before I change my mind.” He grumbled.
Lionel trembled as his deep voice hit him. Quickly, he started to untie Aaron's bathrobe, as his eager husband dragged him to their room.
Aaron pushed Lionel down on the bed, his robe completely undone, revealing his hairy chest and his brooding belly, heavy with the baby that they had made together. Lionel couldn't help but look up at him with a proud smile.
“You look amazing, Ronnie.” He cooed.
Aaron rolled his eyes, but still smiled back at him. “Hold on a second.” He said.
He dug into the drawer by his side of the bed and pulled out a purple strap on. It was his favorite, since it had a vibrating attachment on the inside.
Quickly, Aaron slipped off his pants and boxers to put it on. “You ready?” He asked.
Lionel nodded. “Yeah!” He said, almost desperately.
He watched Aaron fiddle with it. He pulled the straps up and slipped the other end inside his fat, wet pussy. It hugged his hips and made his butt pop even under the bathrobe.
“Mm.”
With it in his hand, he sauntered over to the bed. He slathered lube on it while looking directly into Lionel's eyes. His dick was so hard in his tight dress pants.
“Shit.” Lionel said.
Aaron was on him like a hungry animal. As quickly as he could with his large hands, he undid his belt. Then, Lionel helped him slide his pants off of his ankles.
Aaron ripped his boxers right off and looked up at Lionel, who promptly nodded. Aaron took some more lube and stuck two fingers inside of his husband.
Lionel hadn't felt him in what seemed like forever. He melted into his touch and squirmed over him. Aaron curled his fingers towards himself, straddling him at the door of the bed.
Lionel could see how wet he was between his thighs, even with the strap on. “Just fuck me already.” He moaned.
Slowly, making him savor it, Aaron pulled out his fingers. He stroked the strap on and lined it up to him.
“You can't blame me if you feel this in the morning.” Aaron joked.
Lionel started to find a smart reply, but he immediately choked when Aaron entered him. He gasped, the strap filling him up, touching his most intimate parts.
Then, Aaron lifted Lionel’s legs up and closed them around his hips. His big belly leaned on Lionel’s. Quickly, Aaron turned up the settings on the vibrator and threw his head back.
Before Lionel could say anything about how hot he was, Aaron pulled almost all the way out and thrust back into him. Lionel's eyes rolled back in his head as he took it all in.
He bumped the headboard as they fucked; rocking on top of the mattress. Lionel couldn't stop his loose lips from making noises. His toes curled behind Aaron's back.
“You're being so good for me.” Aaron moaned through thrusts.
Lionel jumped and wrapped his arms around his husband's neck. Aaron thrusted deeper into them, carrying all of their collective weight. His breaths hitched as he tried not to cum.
Lionel leaned on his belly. Aaron was already the hottest guy he had ever met, but when he was pregnant, he just couldn't take it. Just looking at his belly full of his child made him want to fuck every day, and now he was finally getting the chance.
Aaron's thrusts slowed and he pulled Lionel up on him. He tightened around the strap. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He said.
“It's only been three minutes, babe.” Aaron crooned.
“Three minutes after two months of nothing. I'm about to bust, I’m so-” His breath hitched. “-damn sensitive.”
At this, Aaron took one hand and shifted his weight to his other arm. He wrapped his fingers around Lionel’s leaking cock and slowly pumped with each thrust.
Lionel threw his head back, barely able to take all of the sensations. “Fuck!”
Aaron grinned with pride and leaned down to kiss him. Lionel tried to keep up, but before he could, Aaron suddenly stopped. His big baby bump was in his way.
“Ugh, you gotta be kidding me.” He groaned.
Lionel chuckled. “Hey, at least we got this far.” He replied.
In response, Aaron began to thrust faster, fucking the voice out of him. He couldn't kiss him, but he looked directly into his eyes, full of desire.
He thumbed his tip and hole; taking long strokes. His cock trembled in his hands, melting like putty. “Come on, I know you want to.” Aaron said.
Lionel gasped for breath. “I- I'm gonna cum!” He whispered.
“Do it for me, baby.” Aaron crooned.
“Shit!”
Aaron thrusted longer and deeper into him, hitting his prostate like a target. Lionel could feel his belly tightening, curling with warmth. He had to let it out.
He opened his mouth to tell him, but his load spilled before he could even cry out. Raining down on Aaron’s hand.
Then, Aaron put him down on the bed and kept thrusting. His belly poked into his and he could feel how hard it was. It pulsed with his heartbeat. Lionel was completely breathless, whimpering under his husband's barrage.
Finally, Aaron thrusted into him one last time and came on top of him. His pussy squirted all over his strap and the bedsheets. He put Lionel down and slid beside him on top of the comforter.
“Damn, I didn't know how much I needed that.” Lionel gasped.
“Mhm.” Aaron hummed. Aaron was still so wet, his orgasm had stopped, but something was still flowing out of him. Maybe he was more pent up than he thought.
Playfully, Lionel ruffled his own hair. “How does that toy compare to the real thing?” He joked.
Aaron rolled his eyes. “Please. I only took the real thing because I wanted a baby.” He said.
Lionel grabbed his chest, feigning hurt. “Ouch.” He said.
Aaron grinned. “What can I say? I like to be the one doing the bending.” He said. He traced a finger down Lionel's lean body body, finding his way to his dick, slung out over his thigh with fresh cum dribbling from it.
“Don't tell me you wanna go another round.” Lionel said.
Slowly, he slid down the bed and put his dick up to his lips. “Not exactly.” He said, licking the tip.
It wasn't hard to convince Lionel, he barely touched him and he was as hard as a rock. Lionel winced as his dick slipped past Aaron's soft lips and beard.
His husband swirled his tongue around his tip and pulled back his foreskin with his fingers, exposing the sensitive head. Ignoring a twinge in his belly, he stroked him.
Lionel fell back against the bed and closed his eyes as his husband worked him. With his other hand, Aaron softly traced his shaft and balls, making Lionel tremble under him.
“Shit.”
Aaron looked up at him, seeing his husband's red lips part as he panted. His flushed face made his smattering of freckles pop.
“Mmh.” He hummed on top of him.
Aaron climbed over him and straddled his leg, rubbing his pussy against him. His clit was so swollen and untouched he felt like he was going to explode.
He sped up, pumping his husband's dick and taking it as deep as he could. He humped his leg, feeling a tightness building up inside his gut.
Lionel reached up and rubbed his back sensually, moaning “More. More!” Barely above a whisper.
Aaron took him in and stroked him off as fast as he could. Lionel threw his head back in their pillows and grabbed the headboard for dear life.
Aaron rubbed his clit on his leg like his life depended on it, feeling his prickly hairs poke it, making him so horny he could barely continue.
Finally, with a loud pop, he detached himself from Lionel’s dick and rode his thigh, still pumping him with his hand.
Lionel wrapped his hands around his hips and let him go on. Aaron felt the tightness in his belly grow and grow. He knew he was about to cum. He sped up and ground into his partner's thigh, feeling his muscles tighten and curve under his pussy.
“Oh my God.”
He humped him one more time before spilling over. His cum ran down Lionel's thigh as the blond came into Aaron's hand. He collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily.
Aaron fell off to the side next to him, rubbing his exposed belly. Lionel seemed to cave in with a deep sigh.
“You tired?” Aaron asked. As he did, he felt a little twinge in his belly and rubbed it out.
Lionel panted. “Maybe.” He said.
Another twinge came; stronger than the last and Aaron's face contorted. Lionel looked at him curiously.
“You okay, babe?” He asked.
Chuckling, Aaron rolled his eyes, despite feeling his belly tightening again. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He said.
Lionel stared at him. “Are you sure?” He asked.
Curtly, Aaron nodded, reaching up to touch his now aching belly. “I'm okay.” He said shortly.
Lionel shrugged and scooted closer to him. “Okay, I was just making sure.” He said.
Aaron nodded. His womb tightened inside of him and he bit his lip to keep himself from making a face. These were just Braxton Hicks.
~~~
Hours passed as Aaron tried to sleep. He curled up against Lionel’s body, the big spoon. The contractions had only gotten worse, tearing through his body. His head pounded with his heartbeat.
He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pain. His pussy hadn't stopped leaking fluids. The fact that his water must have already broken made the pain even worse. There was nothing between him and the baby that had begun to part his cervix.
He crossed his legs and held them tightly.
“Gah!” He gasped. Quickly, he clapped his hand over his mouth and listened. Lionel's soft breaths rang in his ears. He sighed in relief, his husband was still sleeping.
Crossing his legs only made the pain worse. Actively holding in his baby was a tough task. The pressure between his hips was so great that he could barely take it. His heart raced from the adrenaline and his belly wouldn't stop contracting, shrinking against him.
He sighed deeply through his nose, then took another breath. He could feel his lungs expanding fully now, meaning that his baby was very close to being born.
This couldn't be happening. He wasn't ready yet. He thought that he had more time. There was no way that he could do this.
His cervix ached and ached as the baby's head put pressure on it, stretching it out. He crossed his legs tighter, trying to prevent his baby from pressing lower. He could hold it until he was ready. He could definitely hold it.
He brought Lionel closer to him, pressing him against his belly like a doll. The other man didn't seem to mind the tight cuddle and kept sleeping peacefully.
He could feel the urge to push creeping up on him, trying to force his legs apart. He clenched his butt cheeks and felt the head slip back up into his cervix. He bit his lips into his mouth to keep himself from screaming.
His belly warped with contractions, his baby kicked up a storm inside of him. He dipped his head into the crook of Lionel’s neck and took in a deep breath. Tears filled his eyes, threatening to spill over. He pressed his body against his husband's, trying to find relief to the pain.
He gritted his teeth and gripped his husband as another contraction slammed into him. All of a sudden, Lionel was pulling his arms off of him and gasping for air. He jumped out of the bed and turned around. His face was flushed and confused and his wavy blonde hair was a mess.
“Aaron? What the hell?” He panted.
“AH- HAAAH!” Aaron broke, writhing in the bed in the fetal position. The pain had taken over, but he still wasn't letting go. He gripped the comforter with white knuckles, taking it out on the soft object.
Lionel's eyes opened wide and he ran to his side. “Aaron? Babe, are you okay?” He blurted out.
Aaron could only cry through the pain. Quickly, Lionel turned on the lamp and gasped. Below Aaron's belly was a huge, pinkish wet spot.
He reached for the comforter and pulled, but his husband's hold on it was strong. “No!” He cried.
This time, Lionel grabbed it with both hands. “Are you in labor?” He asked.
“Hngh!” Aaron gritted his teeth, throwing his head back. While he was distracted by contractions, Lionel took both hands and ripped the blanket from him.
His belly was hard and pulsing with contractions, he was covered in sweat, his legs were crossed as tightly as they could be, and the sheets were soaked. Lionel looked down at him and gasped.
“Oh honey.”
Aaron sobbed under the warm light of the lamp, wrapping his hands around his abdomen.
“Make it stop!” He screamed.
“I- I can't. The baby's coming.” Lionel replied.
Aaron sniffled and shook his head. “I’m not ready!” He whined.
“Aaron-”
“I can't do it!” He cried, holding his belly.
Lionel took his shoulder and flipped him on his back. “Yes you can. You have to. It's the only way the pain will stop.”
Aaron shook his head. “No.”
Lionel but his lip and steeled himself. “I'm sorry, but I can't let you do this.” He said.
Before Aaron could respond, he began to lift his right leg. Aaron clamped down, trying to stop him. Lionel could feel the strain of his muscles as he forced his legs open.
“Lionel, I’m scared!” He cried.
Lionel paused. “Why?”
Under him, Aaron sniffled. “It already hurts so bad. What if something happens?”
Lionel shook his head. “Nothing bad is gonna happen. I won’t let it.” He said.
“How do you know?” Aaron demanded.
“Because you're strong and so is our baby. I know that you can do this and come out on top. You just have to trust your body. Lionel said. He looked up into Aaron's watery brown eyes. “Trust me.”
Aaron shook his head. “No.” He whimpered.
“Please.” Lionel whispered.
Under him, Aaron cried, clamping his legs shut. He turned his head away, avoiding the world. Lionel clenched his teeth and sighed deeply.
Gently, he reached between his husband's knees and slid his hand up. He took the other and began to push them apart. Immediately, Aaron clenched, nearly crushing his fingers.
“You have to open your legs!” Lionel pleaded.
“I can't!” Aaron cried.
“If you don't I'm gonna have to pull them apart and it's just gonna hurt you more. You can't hold this baby in, Aaron.” He explained.
Aaron sniffled and opened his watery brown eyes. When he opened his mouth, hardly any sound came out.
“I'm not ready.” He squeaked, shaking his head.
Lionel looked into his eyes, leaning closer to him. “There's nothing you can do anymore, babe.” He whispered.
Aaron swallowed and sighed. Finally, he stopped fighting and opened his legs. Lionel sighed in relief and gently guided his legs apart by his knees.
As Aaron winced with the pain of another contraction, Lionel quickly turned on the lamp. His vagina was open and ready for the baby, but he couldn't see it yet, but the head was probably spreading him out.
“I-”
“I can feel it, it's close.” Aaron said.
Lionel nodded.
“Should I start pushing?” He asked.
“Yeah, whenever you-”
Before he could even finish his sentence, Aaron set his chin to his chest and began to bear down. His body glistened with sweat and his belly nearly flattened.
“-okay.” Lionel said.
He squeezed Aaron's hand in his own and with the other, he rubbed circles on his belly. Aaron leaned back into the pillows, relaxing into his touch before the next contraction overtook him.
He looked almost like he was trying to sit up. He had a pained grimace on his face, gritting his teeth tightly.
“Relax, don't push too hard.” Lionel murmured.
“*Huff!* Nothing *Hng* about this is-” He stopped pushing and rested against the pillows. “-relaxing!”
Lionel kept rubbing circles over his aching womb, hoping to soothe him. Briefly, he let go of his hand and reached down.
Just behind his opening, he felt something hard. His heart stopped for a split second as he stroked their thin hair.
That was his baby.
“Aaron.”
He took his husband's hand and guided it downwards. Aaron shifted in discomfort, but still tried to reach. As soon as he felt the baby's head, he released the deepest sigh that Lionel had ever heard.
“Wow.” He whispered breathlessly.
“Yeah.” Lionel replied, grinning.
“That's really them…” Aaron whispered
Lionel nodded, holding his hand over Aaron's. Both of them rested on the baby's head, feeling it's thin, wet hair.
“Help me sit up.” Aaron said.
Lionel tilted his head. “What?”
“I need to get some gravity on this. It'll help me push. Swing my legs over the side of the bed.” Aaron instructed.
“You're the man.” Lionel replied.
Quickly, he removed his hand from his baby's head and stood up. “Okay, this might hurt a little bit.” He said.
Aaron nodded, gritting his teeth.
Carefully, Lionel took his left leg and pulled it over the side of the bed. Aaron’s belly shrank as he tried to steel himself. Tears filled his eyes.
“I know, I know. Just one more time.” Lionel coached him.
Aaron winced. “I guess I'm lucky I don't have three legs.” He joked.
Lionel shook his head as his husband put on a strained grin. He then took his right leg and swung it over the side of the bed. Aaron sat up, leaning back on his hands. He spread his legs wide, revealing their baby's head once more.
“You got this, babe.” Lionel said.
“Mm.” Aaron groaned.
His next contraction came quickly. Lionel watched as his belly clenched, every vein seemed to pop with effort. The head bulged out his labia, spreading him apart around the new life as it dropped lower.
“Looking good, honey.” Lionel affirmed.
“*Huff!* Don't play with me.” Aaron groaned as he finally stopped pushing.
Lionel shook his head. “I was talking about your progress, but I'm not playing.” He reached up and caressed his husband's right cheek. Aaron leaned into his touch.
“Your hands are…nice and c-cold.” He shuddered.
Lionel moved his hand to Aaron's forehead and pressed it down. Aaron moaned and shifted his hips, pushing their baby lower.
“This is the most handsome I’ve ever seen you.” Lionel whispered.
Aaron chuckled, shaking his deflating belly. “You just wanna knock me up again.” He joked.
Lionel rolled his eyes and moved his hand to the other side of his husband's sweaty face.
“Let's just focus on having this one.” He replied dubiously.
“Okay.” Aaron whispered.
He pushed his hands into the mattress, spread his knees apart and pushed again. The baby stretched out to a wide teardrop, pressing against him.
“That's it, they're gonna crown. Just one more big push!” Lionel exclaimed.
“Hohhhh..” Aaron groaned. He threw his head back and planted his feet into the carpet. “*Hnnnng!*”
“That's it baby. Keep pushing!”
“AAAUGH!” Aaron's belly twitched as he bore down once more. Lionel waited for their baby with open arms.
Suddenly, a burst of yellow liquid escaped his vagina, spraying Lionel directly in the face. He jumped back in surprise, almost forgetting to hold out his hands.
“I'm sorryyyyyy-”
In one big push, the baby’s head and shoulders popped free into their father's hands. Quickly, Lionel spat out whatever had gotten into his mouth.
“Okay, stop for a sec.” He said.
He checked his baby’s neck, and found nothing wrapped around it. Holding the head in one hand, he gave his husband a thumbs up with the other. “You're good to go. Keep pushing!”
“*Hng!*”
Aaron immediately bore down. Lionel moved his face out of the way as the baby twisted and fell into his arms.
A little boy.
“Oh!” Aaron gasped at the sudden emptiness. As amniotic fluid drained from his battered pussy, Lionel grinned and kneeled, holding their boy up for him to see.
Thin brown hair covered his head, his skin was bright pink and his cries filled the room like a siren.
“He’s beautiful!” Aaron cried.
“Looks just like you too.” Lionel beamed.
Aaron reached for him, and Lionel handed their baby over. Immediately, he kissed the baby’s forehead, not caring where he had just come from or what was covering him.
“Oh my God, you're really here!” He cried.
He held him close to his chest as he cried. Lionel started to stand, but then, Aaron frowned.
“What's wrong?” Lionel asked.
“I feel something…” Aaron murmured.
Lionel frowned curiously. “Is it the afterbirth?” He asked.
“I don't know but it- HAAAAH!”
Aaron doubled over still holding their baby boy. Lionel looked between his husband's legs and his eyes opened as wide as hubcaps.
“Uh, babe?” He asked.
“Hohhhh!” Aaron cried, bearing down.
This time, a tuft of red hair peeked out of his pussy, filling him up.
“It looks like we're using two of the names we picked.” Lionel half joked.
Aaron grimaced and held fast, pushing steadily.
“GET…OUTTA ME!” He screamed.
Lionel pulled back. With a gush of fluids, a baby girl exploded from his bright red folds, falling into her father's arms.
“Holy shit.” Lionel muttered.
“Hah! Hah!” Aaron gasped. He fell back onto the bed, holding their oldest securely. His big belly had gone down enough to where he looked pregnant with one baby.
“You okay?” Lionel asked.
Aaron nodded. “Uh huh.” He murmured.
Still holding their little girl, Lionel reached for his phone, quickly dialing three numbers.
~~~
On the bright side, Aaron only had minor tears. He was recovering well. While he slept, Lionel stood over his children's cribs, watching them as they tested.
Carter, their son, sucked on his fist. Salem, had her fists curled up next to her head, as if she was ready to fight. Maybe all that time going unnoticed had annoyed her.
Lionel chuckled at that thought. Just like that, the couple became a family of four. Their children were just perfect.
Consider: when a lady leans on a chair or counter or something tall, and kinda sways back and forth to help get things moving. Usually early labor, but the swaying and belly rubbing. GOOD stuff.
sometimes i wish pregnancy wasn’t real so that i didn’t feel as awful about fetishizing it
rambling under the cut
pregnancy and birth is horrifying and gruesome even when it goes well. at worst the tragedy is nauseating to even fathom and i hate thinking about all the death that surrounds childbirth because people don’t and refuse to understand it. even i mystify birth when i fantasize about it but that’s part of the problem, why it’s never been taken seriously enough. it’s disgusting and aggravating and im terrified of what could happen if i got pregnant
but i still want to do it. probably more than i have wanted most things. and i get turned on by imagining myself pregnant when im able to shut down the part of my brain that reminds me ‘this will traumatize you.’ but that dissonance has me swinging anywhere from euphoric to self-loathing and it is so confusing. i hope someday i find peace with it, hopefully before i have a child (if i ever).
i guess sometimes i just think it’s fucked up that the reality of the thing i derive the most sexual pleasure from would forever alter my life and scares the actual living shit out of me
deep, guttural, animalistic grunts are so underrated in the birth kink community. moans and screaming really don’t interest me at all. i love the ones where you can tell it’s involuntary and strained, so throaty it almost makes them gag to let the sound out
something about giving birth in front of someone who cares deeply about me. they want nothing more than to make it better but all they can do is hold my legs apart as i scream a baby out
He leans back when he walks. His center of gravity has shifted so much more forward on his body than he’s used to, one hand on the small of his back, the other supporting the weight of his round, bulging belly. I approach him from behind and wrap my arms around him and under the baby I put in him, and he sighs in pleasure from my touch. I feel the indents of the stretch marks on his tummy and his hips. He is glowing. Pregnancy looks so beautiful on him. I can’t imagine how good fatherhood will look on him.
need someone to rub my hips while I labor. I want to be rubbing my huge middle, moaning, and pressing against their hands for more pressure. all the while the baby is sitting so deep I can't do anything other than get ready to push...
