[pumpkinbirth]

🎃 About/Important info 🎃

Hello! You can call me Pumpkin (34, she/her), welcome to my blog! 18+ content only here, minors do not interact you will be blocked. Likewise, if there is no age in your bio or a pinned post, you'll be blocked on sight. Them's the rules.

Here you'll find mostly pregnancy/birth centric content! Be sure to check my profile description if writing requests are open, although they're rarely (if ever) closed. All stories can be found under the tag 'pumpkin writes'.

I'm pretty flexible in terms of what I can write for you, but here are a few hard no's, just to be clear:

watersports/scat

underage

bestiality

hyperpreg

gore/violence/death

rape

no pre-existing children/students/etc. present in the scenario

Asks only, I do not respond to IMs, and I am currently not open to roleplaying.

If I have not answered your prompt then either 1) Tumblr ate it, or 2) I either couldn't think of anything for it or just wasn't feeling it. Please don't take it personally if your prompts aren't answered.

Under the cut is some extra info so you can get a better idea of what I love writing about. Enjoy your stay!

[epphfervescent]

hotboi harness for rené

[pumpkinbirth]

Apparently it’s time to break this out *again*.

[pumpkinbirth]

ohhh we’ve done it, friends, we’ve found a quiet clit sucker that doesn’t sound like a jet engine ready to take off 🙏

[shockspectrum]

if youre reading this im beaming the visual of hot people in labor into your mind directly rn. stop and imagine it for a minute

[shockspectrum]

their skin gleaming with sweat. stretch marks and redness all across their belly, smaller amounts decorating their thighs and breasts. their belly rising and falling as they gasp, then visibly clenching with a contraction. their cunt bulging ever so slightly even before the head is visible. their face red and eyes a little vacant as they dissociate and try to tolerate the pain. messy hair tied back, out of the way. looking up at you, silently pleading to stay with them. will you stay with them?

[girl-anime-pregnant]

[runningforestfawn]

What would you do if...

You heard weird moans at night coming from my bedroom. When you enter, you find me entirely naked and laid on my back with my legs spread. You had no idea I was pregnant. I hid it so well. My belly is round. I am sweating. My pubic area is swollen. The baby's head must be very close. My labias as puffy and flushed. My hands close up in fists on the sheets as I moan. My vulva bugles and my labias stretch just a little. I give a big push. My eyebrows crunch. I raise my knees and bring my chin to my chest. "Gggnnnnnnn" My vagina opens up. I am close to crowning but I fall back on the bed with exhaustion and the head slides back in. "What are you doing here ?" I would ask, panicked, as I can't hide or run away with a baby's head between my legs.

[pushypuppyboy]

whelping my litter into the dorm room showers after denying that i’m pregnant for months

[coffeeandcrowning]

birth asks!

feel free to share and send asks:)

Where would you want to give birth? (home, hospital, water, etc.)

How long would you want to push for? 

How long would you want to labor? 

What position would you want to give birth in? (laying down, all fours, squatting, etc.)

Naked or clothed? 

Hands on or hands off? 

Would you want to be quiet or vocal? 

One baby or multiples? 

Would you want to experience an orgasmic birth? 

Assisted or unassisted? (by a midwife, etc.)

Head first or breech birth? 

Would you want to give birth alone or with someone? 

Overdue or on time baby?

What's your ideal birth scenario?

Would you want someone coaching you while pushing?

[letmeeaseyourburden]

Some reminders. This is a queer friendly space. I have been asked before if it's okay to recast the characters to fit your sexuality and gender identity. Go the fuck ahead.

This is a sex worker-friendly space. Sex work is valid work.

This is a disability friendly space. You have the same rights to a sex life as anyone else. If something I do breaks screen readers, let me know.

This space is friendly for people of all ethnic and racial groups.

What this space is not friendly towards is far-right trash. Some of my followers seem to think that for them to have their sexual fantasy of being a submissive housewife, others need to be oppressed. That is wrong and I reject you. Also, I think you are stupid. Not in the fun way of bimbos or the silly way I mock, but in the sense that you should be slapped every time you speak. Not in the kinky sense but in shut the fuck up sense.

If you think 47 is a good person, I reject you. If you have a problem with this, I give not a single shit.

This is a kinky space. I want my readers to get aroused. If you want my readers traumatized by your politics, then fuck off.

[bunnymedley]

[weiner-does-preg]

Fantasizing…

[bigpushes]

Another prompt: you know I can’t miss work today, so it’s pretty fucked up that you went into labor just before I leave. It’s okay, I forgive you. We’ll keep the baby in until I get home. Tying your legs together should do the trick.

- Sol ✨

“Oh, baby. Just look at you.”

My eyes snap open to seek yours out in the dim light, breath catching in my throat as I meet your gaze– dark, hungry, and most importantly: approving. A broken sob tears free from my lips, and I struggle against the bindings that are looped around my wrists, desperate to reach out to you. “P-Please,” I whine. “I need… mm, I need to push.”

“That went fast,” you murmur, brow lifting in surprise. “My poor love. You must be so tired.”

Your voice is a soothing balm for my rattled, exhausted body. You place your hand around my ankle, stroking your fingertips over the red silk rope tied around it. Beneath it, my skin is angry and red and raw– hours of twisting in pain had left its mark. Beneath me, the sheets are soaked in sweat and blood and fluid— all clear signs that the birth was imminent. That, and the unbearable pressure building in my hips.

"Should we get these off you then?” you ask as you languidly begin undoing my bindings. “You want me to check and see what's going on?”

"No time,” I gasp. Another contraction holds my belly in a vice grip, and each slip of the rope lets my legs fall open a little wider. The baby's head is forcing its way down my pelvis now; an unbearable weight that brings an unbearable need to push. To shove down around the bowling ball wedged between my thighs. “Mmm, its coming. I can feel it.”

You stop right around my knees, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses along their curve. “Look at how much progress you're making,” you coo, watching intently as my belly spasms and I writhe on the bed, struggling to part my legs. To bear down. “You're being so, so good for me. I knew you would be."

"Mmmph." As the rope slips over my knees, I cry out in relief as I allow them to fall open. Now that there's space, the head is right there. The red-hot tissue of my cervix is stretched wide and thin, and the head grinds against it, forcing its way down. "N-Need to push," I gasp. "Please, can I push? Please, please, pleas- ahhhh, fuck!"

My pleas trail off into a desperate wail, and I throw my head back against the pillows, bearing down with as much strength as I can. I feel you undo another knot, and I immediately spread my legs wider, exposing just a small glimpse of my bulging cunt.

"Slow, baby. Slow," you command. "You dont want to rush. You'll tear."

"Ooooh." I inhale a shaky breath. "Its— hmmmmph. Baby, I cant stop," I pant, my eyes wide and wild. "It's c-comingggg."

Your facade slips, just a little. I feel your urgency as you undo the last of the bindings that criss-cross over my thighs and the base of my belly. Your lips leave a lingering kiss on the skin there, and a small smile tugs at your mouth as you move to kneel between my legs. "You've done so well. You ready to push for me?"

I nod frantically as I work to shift myself up onto my knees, bound wrists be damned. "Its right there," I grunt as I brace my weight on you, half expecting the baby to slide down to a full crown as soon as my thighs are open. Your arm slides around my waist to hold me up, and your other hand reaches between my legs to cup my gaping labia and perineum. "Holy fuckkk."

"God, you're so open, baby," you marvel, sliding your fingertips over my lips and my pulsing clit. "Look at you. Giving me the best show. I could watch you do this forever. Spread yourself open and birth baby after baby."

I whimper softly as the image fills my head. "L-Let me get through this one first," I pant. "Just... just gonna push it outtttt."

I grit my teeth as I bear down again, pushing the massive head down towards your waiting hands. Your fingers don't leave my clit, and I rock my hips against your eager touch as I shove and struggle to pass the baby's head through my cervix. "Godddd, why wont it come?!"

"It is coming, baby," you tell me, voice thick with emotion. "You're so wide open down here. This sweet little cunt is doing its job. You're getting our baby out." You gently shift my position a little, placing one hand behind my knee to shift it forward, leaving me kneeling on one leg. "Push for me now. Let me see my baby."

I feel the tissue of my cervix finally give way with the next push, and a shrill roar builds up from my chest as the head fills my cunt, my lips gaping open around a small sliver of wet, dark hair. "Burninggggg," I shriek. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god, it hurts so fucking bad."

"I see it!" Your face lights up as you peer between my legs, watching as the head slides down and then back up again. "God, you're really doing it. Keep going, baby! Pushhh!"

"Nnnnnng-hhhhhOHMYGOD!"

The head lingers at a full crown for a moment, stretching my tissues to their absolute limit, and then with a single push and a cry of effort, it pops out in a gush of fluid, landing right into your palm.

"Oh, my love," you breathe, eyes shining with pride. "You're so good. So very perfect." You cradle the head delicately as I struggle to catch my breath, panting against the side of your neck. "Now, I need you to pull yourself together. You still have some work to do, hm?" I feel you smirk as you kiss the top of my head.

"I would hate to have to push it back in..."

send me suggestions/prompts!

[aboygottapush]

Bun in the Oven 🧁

Come to Bun in the Oven Bakery to try our delicious cupcakes with a sweet twist. Each flavor has been infused with transfiguration magic to cause physical transformations to whoever eats them. Feel free to browse our menu and pick you favorite (for yourself or someone else😉)

Vanilla Bean - A classic vanilla cake with vanilla buttercream frosting. ✨This cupcakes results in a classic, full-term, singleton baby. A great choice for first-time customers! ✨

Chocolate Fudge - A rich chocolate cake and fudge buttercream frosting. ✨This cupcake adds in a touch of weight magic, resulting in a very large singleton pregnancy. The belly grows significantly and becomes dense and torpedo-shaped. Very hard to move around for the extent of the pregnancy. Perfect if you want a more intense experience without straying too far from your comfort zone!✨

Red Velvet- A red velvet cake with whipped cream cheese frosting. ✨This cupcake is a bit stronger, resulting in a twin pregnancy that grows rapidly. By the end of your first trimester, it will feel and look like you are in your third trimester. But do not worry, you will still have two more trimesters to go! Perfect for those who enjoy the final stages of pregnancy and are impatient to get there! (Trust we can relate)✨

Lemon Zest - A lemon cake with lemon zest and a tangy lemon buttercream cream on top. Garnished with a candied lemon. ✨This cupcake has an added quickening spell. This results in a rapid pregnancy, growing to full term within an hour with labor quickly following. Because of the speed of the pregnancy, the number of babies cannot be predicted. Perfect for those on a strict time schedule or simply just impatient!✨

Strawberry Shortcake - A vanilla cake filled with a strawberry purée and topped with a light whipped cream frosting. ✨This cupcake gives you temporary weight gain without any pregnancy. Results differ per person, but most common areas are the belly, hips, and thighs. The affected areas will become soft and full while the magic is active. Perfect for those looking for a physical change without any further symptoms!✨

Salted Caramel - A vanilla caked filled with gooey caramel and a salted caramel buttercream. Topped with a caramel drizzle and a sprinkle of flaky salt. ✨This cupcake has an added slowing spell, resulting in a pregnancy that lasts much longer than a standard pregnancy. Time varies for each individual, with a minimum of 12 months and a maximum of 36 months. Like with rapid pregnancy, the time manipulation makes the number of babies unpredictable. Perfect for someone looking to stop and smell the roses!✨

Funfetti - A vanilla caked filled packed with colorful sprinkles and topped with vanilla buttercream and more sprinkles! A vanilla cupcake plus whimsy! ✨This cupcake results in a standard pregnancy with a twist! That twist being triplets! Perfect for someone who is bored of the same old thing and looking to shake it up!✨

Cookies and Cream - A chocolate cake with Oreo buttercream cream and topped with a whole Oreo. ✨This cupcake results in an asymmetrical twin pregnancy where each baby will develop at a different pace. As the developmental differences between the twins grows, there will be visible unevenness in the belly and will make one fairly unstable on their feet. It will also result in two separate childbirths. Perfect for those seeking a truly unique experience!✨

Coconut Cream - A vanilla base with coconut flakes baked in and a fluffy coconut buttercream ✨This cupcake results in a perma-pregnancy. You will immediately enter late stage pregnancy that results in no birth; instead remaining pregnant until the magic wears off (usually 9 months but results can vary) Perfect for those looking to enjoy the process of pregnancy but have no plans for the future! (Been there too)✨

S’mores - A dark chocolate cake on top of a gram cracker base and topped in a toasted marshmallow frosting. ✨This cupcake result in a fantom pregnancy. Your body will fully believe it is pregnant, creating identical symptoms and changes as true pregnancy. However, there will be no baby or labor. Perfect for those wanting to experience pregnancy but not willing to fully commit. ✨

Please come in and enjoy a sweet treat with a little extra! Buy a cupcake for a friend or a loved one. Or buy one for yourself! All are welcome here at Bun in the Oven!

[exponenshul]

It’s still wild to me how other people share niche turn-ons such as pregnant bellies growing rapidly and struggling to hold off from giving birth into tight-fitting clothes. Like what do you mean you’re into that too, surely that’s just my weird little thing…

[marsyas]

unprotected sex with tumblr mutuals. send post

[pumpkinbirth]

🫄 🥚 2️⃣  🚜 🔌 🪑 🧠  for the denial game, perhaps, please! 💙

You don't know why you wake up equally achy and horny, but what you do know is that you have way too many tasks to get done today to properly tend to either of those feelings.

Once you're up, you stretch and yawn before wincing slightly, the movement seeming to have aggravated the ache even further. Grumbling quietly to yourself, you rummage in your bedside table for exactly two things—a half empty bottle of ibuprofen, and one of your personal favorite silicone plugs. You take the painkillers first, swallowing with a mouthful of tap water and hoping it tackles that dull throb in your lower back, before pulling down your sleep shorts and underwear in order to slowly, slooowly ease the plug into yourself, until a shaky breath escapes you once the base is fully snug against you.

There. With any luck, your body won't be sore for much longer, and the thickness of the plug should hold you over until you can tend to your personal needs properly. Tossing aside your shorts and pulling off your shirt, one of your hands idly rubs at your stomach as you go about getting ready for the day. It's been firmer than usual, rounder, but you don't really pay it any mind; you've always been on the thicker side, and you figure the pendulum is just swinging a little on the heavier side for now.

After getting dressed and heading outside, it's relatively easy to fall into your usual routine of cleaning, checking up on your livestock, everything else that's become muscle memory to you by now. Except, you find yourself needing twice as many breaks as usual; the ibuprofen clearly hasn't worked worth a shit, and at one point you find yourself bracing against the outside of the barn, breathing shakily through a cramp that takes forever to finally let up. The only thing that keeps you even mildly distracted from the pain is the plug still nestled deep within you, but even that is starting to lose out to the discomfort wracking your tired body.

You're about to say forget it and just head back inside, but by this point you only have one thing left to do, and if you quit now it's gonna bother you for the rest of the day. There's absolutely no way that you're going to walk the entire perimeter of your fencing, not in the state you're in, so you opt to take one of the compact tractors instead. It takes a little doing to heft yourself up and onto the seat, but when you do you find yourself pleasantly rewarded by the pressure of the plug being nudged just a little deeper inside of you. A small grin rises to your face as you start the tractor up, thinking that perhaps this will be more pleasant that you thought it would.

True enough, the consistent rumble of the machinery beneath you and the slightly uneven terrain of the ground make for the deepest pleasure you've felt in quite some time, and there are a few moments where you very nearly lose track of where you're steering. The cramps, however, persist just as deep as the pleasure does, leaving you gripping the wheel so tightly that you're positive that your knuckles must be turning white beneath your gloves.

It comes to a head when, in the midst of groaning and panting through a cramp, you run over a particularly large boulder that you hadn't seen in your way. The tractor jolts, luckily staying upright, and you let out a startled yelp as you feel something give inside of you. Rivulets of liquid leak out of you, trickling unevenly around the plug and soaking the seat of your jeans. Fumbling to put the tractor in park, your hands shake as you turn the key, needing the rumbling to cease so that you can figure out what the fuck is happening to you.

An embarrassed flush rises to your cheeks at the mess you've made, but before you can try and calm yourself down you feel it again, a banding of intense pressure around your bloated midsection that seems to have only gotten worse in the wake of your accident. "What the fuck, what the fuck—" you pant as you realize that it feels like there's something moving down inside of you, something big. Your heart races with a bolt of panic; whatever is happening to you, you can't do it out here. In a stroke of cosmic misfortune, though, another deep rippling pain clenches at you right when your hand grips the keys, and in your rush to clutch at your belly you end up accidentally ripping the keys out of the tractor's ignition.

An aggravated sound escapes you as you hear them fall to the ground somewhere, although where exactly is unclear right now. What is clear is that there's no way you're going to be able to hobble back to the barn like this, and whatever is moving inside of you doesn't seem to care. Clenching your teeth, you find yourself bitterly grateful that no one is around to see as you manage to lift yourself up off of the seat just enough to shove your wet jeans and underwear halfway down your legs, before settling back down with a labored huff. Sitting down again sends a clear reminder that the plug is still firmly in place, and your eyes widen as you realize you can feel whatever else is inside of you pressing against it.

"Sh-shit, shitshitshit—" you moan, straining to reach down between your legs. The base of the plug is slippery now, and it takes you a couple of tries before getting a solid grip onto it. A long, low sound escapes you as you ease the thick plug out, another warm current of pleasure mixing with the pain, and the moment it's freed you feel even more liquid come rushing out of you, no longer being held back. Your hands move to your entrance, surprised to find it still gaping slightly, but it becomes clear that it's because whatever's inside of you is very nearly out.

"Hhhgh come on, come o-ohhhhnn!!" you heave, your chin nearly touching your chest as you bear down against the overwhelming pressure inside of you. With one hand still resting between your legs, you can feel something hard and firm stretching you open, and the texture is all too familiar as it fills your palm. "Is…is that a f-fucking egg??" With every push, it becomes clear that is exactly what is coming out of you; not only that, but it's big. Your hazy mind estimates that it's definitely well over the size of an ostrich egg, if the way it burns as it stretches you to the widest point is any indicator. With one more ragged, desperate yelp, you give it one more heaving effort before the egg fully slips out of you, and you very nearly drop it thanks to how badly your hands are shaking.

By now you're an absolute mess; eyes bleary, head pounding, your body thoroughly soaked from the waist down with more trickling fluid. Your belly is slightly smaller, but it still feels extremely firm near the bottom, and you swallow thickly as you realize there's still something inside of you. Keeping the egg nestled in the crook of one arm, your free hand moves down between your legs again, and when you dip a couple of fingers inside you can already feel the shell of another egg.

Another harsh contraction grips you, but by now you know what to do, and your cheeks bloom scarlet with effort as you push hard. Your entire body aches and trembles with effort, and the only thing you can cling to is knowing that this egg is coming a little easier since you've been stretched so much by the first one. It isn't as easy as you hope, though, and you once again find yourself screaming through the stretch, before just barely managing to catch the last egg as it slides out.

You slump back into the seat of the tractor, panting heavily as you listen to the steady drip of fluids pattering against the small floor space, an egg nestled in each arm. The realization that you still need to find where the fucking keys got flung to hits you, and you let out a humorless laugh.