Friendly reminder that while our shared interest is the literal fetishization of pregnancy, the fantasy world is not reality. Pregnancy is not a gift nor a requirement to be forced upon people. Consent must be our most valued principle. Someone who does not want to be pregnant should not have to be. No matter how it happened.
We as a community owe pregnant people respect, and we as a society owe all people who can become pregnant the right of choice to prevent, terminate, or carry a pregnancy to term as they so desire. Fuck governments that say otherwise.
You swivel your hips and grunt, the contractions only coming closer together as you feel your baby descend your birth canal.
“Ooooh! I can feel him.” The back contractions coming together as you make your partner rub your back — i mean, that is the least he could do since you’re about to birth his seed.
You squat and moan, your hips alleviating some of the pain as you shift positions every few seconds. “I don’t think I can last!” You grunt and bend at the knees, your cunt expanding as a gush of fluid spills out from beneath you. You sigh with relief as the tension from inside you subsides and you’re met with a new pain filled and burning sensation, the bulge in your cunt slowly forming as you’re crowning your baby.
Tboy who is so so pregnant and uncomfortable and still so horny that he decides to bounce on his vibrating knotting dildo since you refused to fuck him. You shrug and leave him to it. When you return, he's sobbing layed out on his back and trying to reach around his leaky tits and massive belly. The flared base of the dildo bobbing in his cunt as he tries to push it out, his pussy lips going white stretched around the full sized knot. You grab the remote where it has fallen off the bed and he looks at you with beautiful watery eyes full of hope. You smile at him reassuringly and turn the knotting dial higher and the vibration to max. The horror on his face is the loveliest thing you've ever seen. He shrieks and thrashes, clutching his belly and flailing his legs, trying to get away from the dildo speared into his pussy, even as it sinks deeper into his cunt against the best efforts of his pushing. The knot grows until it is a visible vibrating bump under his writhing baby bump. He's begging you to stop, to let up. He tries to hold his belly in place to stop the baby from thrashing and turning inside him, crying the dildo is too deep, that its plugging up his womb, that he can't give birth, that his pussy hurts even as he squirts around the dildo. He argues between gasping sobs that he isn't cumming, that that's his water breaking and that the baby wants out of his womb, that he needs to give birth. He can see refusal on your face. And with truly monumental effort, he gets to his feet, his topedo belly reddened from the baby jostling his womb at full term, his tits leaking and full of milk. Awkward waddling becomes a desperate lunge to grab the remote out of your hands. Amidst the struggle the dials get turned even higher and he collapses in a shuddering heap as another involuntary orgasm wracks his laboring pregnant body, and cum and amniotic fluid dribble from his cunt like a leaky faucet.
and of course i fuck his ass while he fails to push from how plugged up he still is. he was just begging for it an hour ago, and now he's getting what he wants. i don't care what he says now, it's happening whether he likes it or not <3
Getting knotted means you are stuck cockwarming until the one you tied to thinks its been enough time for you to get pregnant and thats pretty hot if you think about it.
he's in active labor, he just needs to open his legs a little wider
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holding his legs open as he screams, letting the baby descend naturally, against his will, crying and writhing as his hole is opened, begging to close his legs
opening his legs wider, not letting him wiggle away from the pain, opening him wider until his thighs tremble from the stretch, watching until he gasps, breathless, as the baby descends through his open cunt
listening to the rapidly building whine coming from his throat, as another contraction makes the baby descend until it breaches his lips, he begs again to let him close his legs, to let him get leverage to push
his legs are kept in place and a hand spreads his pussy open, feeling the head, he sobs as another contraction pushes the baby down, his arms are tied and his lungs crushed as his chest is pushed into his belly, his back tenses and tries to straighten to give him leverage, but he can't move, he can't push, he cries as the baby is pushed out slowly, contraction-by-contraction
his legs cramp, and his pussy burns as it opens, fingers push into his hole, the opposite direction he's supposed to be pushing, he cries out as they pry into his hole alongside the baby's head, stretching him open wider, a contraction hits and he can't breathe through the pain, his hole squeezing the baby's head and fingers together
the fingers leave him and he's left to birth naturally, each contraction moving the baby's head millimeters further down his canal, by now the head is crowning and his hole is a burning ring of fire as the head head holds him open, each contraction squeezing his belly tight and forcing the baby against the small opening of his pussy
he gasps and tries to move, the pain in his groin building, the baby massive, grinding against his pelvis, he wants it to be over more than anything, but he can't push and the contractions are getting more intense and painful, but are no longer moving the baby downwards
he's pushed forward, the bindings on his arms keeping him upright as his pussy is turned so it open straight down, the turn in position moved the baby and he can feel a new pressure against his hole, the weight of the baby pulling it downwards
his legs are opened wider, his knees brought up to his armpits, and he screams as the tendons in his thighs strain, on the next contraction, his legs tense and something in his muscles snaps, he throws his head back and chokes on his spit as the contraction takes the breath from his lungs, tears forming, his thighs trembling and his stomach clenching in pain, with his pussy held open, offering no resistance, the baby moves to a full crown
finally, air fills his lungs and he wails, crying through the pain, unable to do anything to stop it, he sobs as he waits for another contraction, his groin and inner thighs white-hot with pain, barely able to take a full breath
he cries when a contraction starts, tired of enduring more pain, his belly squeezes the baby and it strains his hole, he tries to engage what he can feel of his lower muscles to push the baby out, but it doesn't budge, the contraction ends with a frustrated howl, and his pussy is left straining, filled with a nearly born baby
another contraction comes. then another. the baby is stuck inside him at a fill crown
he's openly sobbing, pleading with the baby to get out, his pussy is pale and taught, minute tremors move through his lower muscles
his legs are moved again and he snaps his head back and pleads to not move his legs, but his cries are ignored and his knees are harshly pulled back, pushing his groin forward and opening his pussy up, the tendons pop in his legs
he curls forward and yells, taking gasping breaths, trying to scream to stop the treatment, his vulnerable pussy straining and nearly ripping, another contraction has him screaming through girted teeth, as the baby moves slowly, the head filling his pussy and slowly sliding out, he takes panting breaths, crying in pain, as the contraction releases, he sobs, pleading for the baby to move more
on the next contraction the baby's head finally pushes out of his pussy, letting his lips finally release and partially close, he takes a gasping breath and pants through the pain, his belly trembles as the baby is held half inside and half out of him
his legs are still on fire, unable to tense or move, his hips are stretched and he asks to let his legs close just a little but, but they aren't moved from their overstretched position, he keens and rolls hi head in pain, his poor cunt still stretched around the baby's neck, waiting for another contraction to push the baby out of his hole
contraction after contraction come, the baby's shoulder's barely bigger than it's head, but even more difficult to birth without pushing
he isn't given any reprieve, his legs held open so far they are nearly breaking, his groin tensed, and arms trembling from being restrained behind him for so long
his head rolls, delirious in pain, crying softly, his pussy wrecked and throbbing around the baby's neck, the start of each contraction pushes the baby down, but by the time they end, the shoulders get sucked back into him, he cries and cries, trying to push, willing the baby to be born
The hands finally return back to his pussy, fingers uncomfortable and uncaring as they trace the neck of the baby, opening his hole wider, bruising his tender flesh
he squeezes his eyes shut as he cries as his hole is forcefully opened wider, it's difficult to get air into his lungs, his head hung low, choking on his tears, eventually his hole is left alone again and he silently cries as he waits
the next contraction grips his center and pulls his belly painfully towards his spine, the baby slowly moving out of his hole again, however this time, the shoulders to not retreat and his hole is held open in a burning stretch again, pathetically he whines and whimpers as the baby slowly moves out of his body
each contraction is like being squeezed by giant hands and the time in between feels like a million years of wait time, the baby slowly moves out of his hole, pushed centimeter by centimeter by his internal muscles, he is forced to endure the entire process, unable to speed it up or help it along, his lower half already wrecked
on the final contraction, the baby is finally pushed out of his body and he collapses in his restraints, weak and gasping, he cries silently, his hole a gaping and dripping fluids on the floor below
The subway is far more crowded than usual at this time of night. I shift my weight foot to foot, scanning for a group of women to stand and wait next to. A group of girls coming from a concert, perfect. Safe, I stand at the edge of the platform and wait for the next train.
The train arrives and the doors whoosh open. A man, head down and rushing, collides with me as I try to sidestep out of the way. I gasp, the familiar throb in my lower belly unmistakable.
Gods damn it.
This is why I work the job I do, moving through the city at the quietest times in the quietest places. But a concert had made my way home more crowded, and the curse had snatched at the opportunity, as usual. Striding forward, I take a seat and glance at my watch. With any luck, I can get off the train before anything too obvious happens.
Already, the throb has become a warm pulse, and i shift in my seat, resting my bag in my lap. Pressure builds in my pelvis, the waist of my uniform pants slowly tightening as my belly creeps outward behind my bag. I should have known better than to stand near the front, I think, shifting in my seat again to accommodate the increasing weight in my belly. One silly encounter at the museum with an unknown relic, and now I was five years into the curse where the slightest touch of a man would spark a swift burgeoning of my belly, my body hijacked by magic to rapidly grow a full-term baby in less than an hour.
My pants have become painfully tight by the time we reach the station where I need to switch lines. Rising to my feet, I notice a few double-takes as the people I boarded with notice the swell under my uniform blazer. At the door, I make a swift exit, my gait awkward with my new belly, not quite a waddle. Crossing the platform, I just make the next train, the car empty.
Dropping into a seat, I pop the button on my pants and use a hair tie to keep it from opening entirely. Flutters start under my hand, getting stronger by the minute as I smooth my hand over the taut swell. Checking my watch, I frown, noting I was running behind schedule.
Sitting there alone, I watch my belly swell, the occupant growing in size and strength with each flutter and eventually kick. I look more than halfway by the time my stop comes up, with still a several block walk to go to my walk-up. Pulling my form-fitting, stretchy shirt over my belly and fly, I heave myself to my feet and leave the train.
Climbing the stairs to street level is a huge effort, and I pause at the top to catch my breath, cupping the increasing weight of my belly. The baby inside kicks, making the surface heave, and I realize I need to get a move on if I plan to make it home before the main event begins.
Walking as quickly as I can, my gait changes with every block as the baby sinks inside me, still growing as my belly barges forward. I look nearly due, and the occasional passerby blinks at me as I march past. Gods, please let me get inside before anything else happens-
Like a timer going off, exactly forty minutes after the first contact, my belly stops growing and drops downward, allowing for a deep breath. I manage to unlock my building's door before the first pang seizes me.
Resting for a moment in the lobby while it passes, I eventually make it to the stairs and begin the long climb to the fifth floor walk-up I occupy. I have to pause twice more to breathe through contractions before I finally arrive at my front door.
As swift as the growth is, it will take me twenty-four hours to labour and birth. Inside, i immediately strip naked and run a bath. While the tub fills, I eat something, pausing for the pangs, rubbing my taut dome of a belly. This baby is far more active than some have been in the past, my skin rolling and rippling.
By noon, twelve hours after the contact, I am deep in the throws of labour, pacing and squatting, humming low in my throat with every contraction. I've dilated fully, but the baby has yet to begin inching down, and no amount of pushing will rush the curse. So I pace and writhe and labour all afternoon and evening, With an hour left, the urge to push is undeniable, and I go to my hands and knees in the bathroom, the designated towels spread on the floor under me.
Slowly, so slowly, the head moves through my cervix, and then into the birth canal. i never know if the pushing makes a difference, but my body demands it of me, and I tuck my chin and bear down with everything I have. My belly seizes, pulling up and in towards my body with every contraction. It hurts, but this is far from my first birth. I know how to breathe, and how to disassociate as my body does what it has to.
FInally, finally, the baby begins to crown. I reach back with one hand, applying counter pressure. I have never torn, and I have no intention of starting now. Checking my watch between pains, I have only a few more minutes.
When the clock runs out, the baby is born in a slippery rush, dropping onto the towels under me. I gasp and pant, catching my breath as the curse finishes up. The cord breaks on its own, and while my belly squeezes a few times, its not to deliver the placenta. My body reabsorbs the afterbirth, every squeeze shrinking my belly like a deflating ball. I sit up and watch as my belly shrinks up and in, as smooth and flat and unmarked as ever within minutes.
Wrapping up the baby, I take a quick shower and get dressed. In such a populated city, there are many safe-surrender places, and I check my notebook for the next one in my rotation- the closest. The product of my curse doesn't cry or fuss as I settle them in a very large bag and make my way down the stairs.
At this late hour, the streets are quiet. I make it to the site and set the baby inside the hatch before walking away. Having called in sick, I have the rest of the night to myself.
Or, at least until I get into the lobby and check my mailbox. Someone comes in behind me, and I press close to the wall for them to pass towards the stairs.
Instead, one of my neighbours goes to his own mailbox, and as he reaches up, his elbow brushes my shoulder.
I stifle my gasp at the low throb in my belly, hurriedly shutting my mailbox and dashing up the stairs. I curse my luck, having managed to go four months without an incident, and now having two back to back. The closer the pregnancies, the faster they are, like my body gets better at it with practice. I am barely inside my apartment before the pulsing starts, and I stand in front of the mirror by my front door, lifting my hoodie to watch my belly bulge outward with every pulse. I will grow to full-term in half the time, and I throw the lock on my door before stripping naked again, belly creeping out inch by inch.
Its definitely time to find a new apartment, I think to myself, stroking the growing bump. Five years of research haven't yielded a way to break the curse, so maybe it was time to minimize the risk.
I groaned a little, admiring the bump in the mirror. Then again, maybe it wasn't so bad.
a boy that really doesn’t want to be pregnant—maybe he gets raped, or maybe the condom breaks, maybe it’s any number of things. but he finds himself staring down those double lines after he notices some bloat. he doesn’t want to get an abortion, either—medical settings freak him out. so he frequents message boards trying to figure out how to lose it. he tries pushing, as if giving birth. (little does he know he’ll need the practice). he tries falling down stairs, exercising relentlessly, drinking weird teas, nothing works. his belly just keeps growing. it’s like it’s mocking him.
when it kicks for the first time, he realizes the gravity of his situation. it’s too late to get real help. he’s going to grow fat and heavy with this baby. he’s going to give birth.
maybe this is twisted but I really want to feel the stretch of giving birth. something about imagining the process from dilation to crowning is so insane to me—imagine how full it must feel. how terrifying it is once you feel the head settle in your hips/cervix, knowing how big it is before anyone can see it on the outside
T4T trans guys in a gay relationship who are desperate to have babies together so they get a huge amount of donor sperm and put it into strap ons with squirting cum tube dildos so they can take turns breeding each other for hours at a time, round after round for days on end, and at the end of the month they take pregnancy tests together, hoping they'll both get big fat positives and be able to be pregnant together and feel their babies grow together. Rubbing their bellies together so their "twins" can feel each other kicking, maybe even purposely scheduling their induction at the same time and place, comforting each other through the pictocin induced labor and holding hands while they push.
Just two hot gay dads doing hot dad shit, you know?
i wanna get a trans guy pregnant…. i wanna have a threesome with him and a partner, and they both think the partner is gonna pull out before they cum, but i’m right there….. pinning them into him so they fill him right up. by the next month we’re all already sure he’s pregnant, so he takes revenge on me by making them cum in me at least once a day — usually more than once. only a few months later, we’re both huge and heavy, wide, round, and have to waddle everywhere we go. and we’re both still only about halfway through…….
CNC isn't as simple as "No doesn't mean stop" CNC is "No doesn't mean stop, because we previously discussed boundaries and limits. And it was established that Cowabunga means stops"
Wanna get bred by somebody who also respects my identity. Want somebody to cum in me over and over and over again, as many times as needed before it takes.
And every time they fuck me, every time they cum inside me, they're whispering or whimpering or growling praises and promises of what will happen.
"That's it, take my cock- gonna cum in you, handsome. Wanna fuck a baby in you so bad."
"Good boy, taking me so well as I fuck a baby in you. Good boy, my good boy."
"Gonna cum in you, gonna get you pregnant, all big and round- gonna look so good, so handsome like that."
"Gonna get you pregnant, gonna turn you into a daddy- get you huge with my kids, over and over again."
"Gonna get you pregnant so many times that our kids'll only think of you as pregnant, only see and think of their dad as big and round and full of babies- full of their siblings."
written by @preggowriteshere tags/kinks: nb!reader/gender not specified, pregnant!reader, breeding, rapid pregnancy, pregnant kink, lactation/breastfeeding
Imagine going out drinking and the drink gets spiked with fertility and milk producing drugs. You end up getting bent over the bar top and get taken right there by all the guys there. That seems to be the end of it until your breasts start swelling with milk and lactating. Next thing you know two men are breastfeeding off you and your belly is rapidly growing way beyond 9 months with triplets.
You just wanted to go out for a drink or two-- maybe possibly meet someone fun and hook up in the bathroom or at his apartment if he seemed nice enough. You didn't think that when you left the house on that random Friday night that you'd be in such a predicament.
But you'd met such a gorgeous man at the bar and he was incredibly affable and offered to buy you a drink. One drink turned into two, and then into five, and the bartender must've mixed the drink with the wrong proportions because one of those drinks didn't taste like the others. It didn't matter too much, though, because it was yummy and you liked the buzz it gave you.
When your mystery man kissed you, you didn't turn away and welcomed him into that passionate kiss. The way his grabby hands squeezed at your chest made a soft, needy whimper fall from your lips and before you knew it you were begging for more. But he didn't take you back to his apartment-- hell, he didn't even take you into a back room or bathroom. Instead, he was bending you over the bar and exposing your sex for practically the whole bar to see before very suddenly impaling you with his incredibly large cock.
The way he filled you up, the thick girth of his member pushing at your inner walls-- it barely even occurred to you that he was fucking you very publicly. It all felt so good that the embarrassment was a future-you's problem. Right now you just let out a loud, erotic moan and begged for more. You felt head of his cock punching the entrance of your womb over and over, and there wasn't a feeling quite like this. You felt like you were in a euphoric trance.
When he hit his climax, you felt thick and heavy ropes of come shooting into you and filing you up. There was so much inside of you that you actually felt bloated. In your brain fog you were turned over onto your back and you felt a large hand palming at your stomach, feeling the slight curvature he'd created from his spend inside of you.
Before you could even gather your thoughts and address what had happened, you felt another cock-- this one even bigger-- enter you. The sudden intrusion made you yelp out and squeeze around the girth. "F-fuck-- yes!" you all but screamed, reaching up with your hand to squeeze at your chest. Your nipples were especially erect and you must've been incredibly aroused because even your otherwise modest tits felt bigger somehow.
This man was even rougher and when he came, he came buckets. You peered down at your tummy and you swore you looked like you were actually carrying his baby. It was tantalizing and you wanted more. You could be the bar's cute little cumslut for the night and take everybody's load if it meant you got to feel this good all night. After one man had had his turn with you, they came around to the other side of the bar you were lying on and they massaged your tits while someone else fucked their load into you. You'd come so many times by the time half of the bar had been serviced-- you'd lost count and there was a sizable mess between your legs.
After coming around the twelfth or fifteenth time that night, all of the energy you had had been effectively fucked out of you and you had passed out wearing the most blissed-out expression. When you next woke up, the first thing you noticed was a tingling, almost prickling sensation in your tits-- right at the nipples.
When you blearily opened your eyes, two of your lovers from the your sex-filled night had their mouths latched onto each of your now-massive tits, their lips wet with a thin, milky-white substance. They each had a hand on your large dome of a belly, rubbing loving circles into the taut flesh to calm the apparently many lives within.
You looked over at a wall mirror to see your reflection and you looked like a vision of fertility. You looked around the bar and saw many smug, proud faces-- many men that were touching themselves just at the mere sight of you and some waiting for their turn at your breasts.
"What do you think? Maybe three? Four..?" One man said to another as they looked your form over with hungry eyes.
You cautiously placed a hand on the widest part of your belly and whined softly; it was like your belly was one large erogenous zone. You looked well overdue with at least triplets-- and that was a modest estimate.
"Dunno," another man answered, placing his hand next to yours on your belly. Everyone could see the vague shapes within kicking around inside.
You let out a whimper as you felt a pressure gripping your stomach, your fingertips digging into the tight flesh of your womb. Your belly surged a bit bigger with a growth spurt and very suddenly, liters and liters of fluid gushed out from between your legs.
"Well," the first man who'd spoken laughed, "Looks like we're gonna find out really soon..!"
Pregnant men exist. Not just as an uwu mpreg fanfic trope or a joke. Just because you think pregnancy is gross or icky doesn’t mean you can’t treat pregnant people with respect, regardless of gender or sex. Even in the queer community, trans men who choose to carry their children are seen as an anomaly or as betraying everything they’ve worked for. They aren’t. If I carry a child, I’m still just as much of a man.
Also, I understand if the idea of pregnancy is dysphoric for many trans men. I do. But trans men being pregnant isn’t an excuse to exclude them from queer spaces or treat them with anything less than the same respect you would anyone else. Many trans men experience dysphoria regarding the idea of pregnancy, but many don’t. Their body isn’t your business. Don’t be fucking weird.
