Okay but the humiliation of orgasmic birth of an unwanted rape baby. Forced to come when you're bred, forced to come when a massive head finally pops out of you. 😍
The utter, heinous violation of it.
Pinned down under him as he pumps in and out, beating my fists against him as hard as I can, until I exhaust myself. Trying to ignore the growing tension in my belly.
"My body is just reacting..." I tell myself. "I don't have control over physical sensation. This is ok. It doesn't mean I like this, or that I'm... I'm c-consenting... I... Oh..."
The pressure is starting to spike. The sensation digging in, the coil too strong. I'm breathing heavy as his dick throbs deliciously inside. I try not to think about my kinks. This is REAL rape, this is actually dangerous and painful, I need him to STOP, I'm not just going to-
The pleasure explodes through me, my back arching. It wasn't just a little orgasm, I cum HARD, it stealing my breath away as the guy curses, feeling me squirt on him. He sends his seed flooding into my belly, and I cum again, knowing I'm not on protection, that this could lead to a baby I'd have to give birth to...
And sure enough, it does. I never see him again, but when I take the test, I know who's it is instantly. I sit at home, telling myself I HAVE to get an abortion. I have to, it would be irresponsible to carry this baby to term that I don't want, that I can't raise. That feeling my rapists prize kicking its way to life inside me WILL be mentally destructive to me, even if sometimes I think it's hot.
I tell myself that for months. As my belly gets firm and round, as I battle morning sickness. As I break down and tell myself I'm a stupid slut, that I deserve this, that I HAVE to abort it.
When I finally go in, it's too late. I almost do something drastic when I get home, but I masturbate about it instead. Tell myself I'll just give it away, leave it at a sanctuary, something. I'm not sure. But I know it's inevitable, and that's terrifying, violating... And extremely hot, on the right day.
Before I know it, I'm in labor. But let's be honest... We both know I'm not going to a hospital, even if I should. Not having friends or family over to help me deliver. Just me in my bedroom, pacing back and forth as the head of your rape brat sinks lower in my hips. As my waters break all over the floor.
I feel the tension building, but I'm so focused on giving birth I barely even register it. Pushing makes it worse, makes the tension and need grow, intensify. I squat deep next to my bed, cursing my rapist, cursing this horrible little burden he planted inside me, is making me push into the world.
It would be as I crowned, I think. The mental shock of realizing what that feeling is. That that burning, that spreading, is the head. That this is his baby, right there, it really is coming, I genuinely can't stop it.
It would be impossible to resist. I would let out a cute, broken little sob, and then the orgasm would take me, taking me from the head making a teardrop shape to fully out of me in one desperate, pleasure powered, profoundly shameful push...
thinking about the early stages of crowning where the skin is bulging out but only a sliver of the head is visible as the opening adjusts and needs time to open wider and how intense that must feel 🥴 feeling your body bulge out and open slowly with every push, moaning from intense pressure
I just keeping thinking about disappearing somewhere for about a year to be a surrogate. Where no one knows who I am and I can walk around freely. Get knocked up by a nice couple and give birth for them before I have to leave. Just only having to think about taking care of myself and the baby I'm growing for them. I just want to experience it so badly without all the stigma and questions. Be another person for awhile. 🤰
I’m on my hands and knees I’m naked and exposed. It’s time to start pushing. You get behind me and hold my swollen belly which one hand while you reach for my clit with the other. You can feel me starting to bulge, just a few more pushes and my clit will disappear behind the head of our baby that I’m birthing. You hold my labia as it begins to stretch.
I do wonder if more people would be into preg and specifically birth kink stuff if they knew they didn't have to be Weird™ about the presence of the baby. lmao.
Like. The baby isn't a participant. The baby is a plot point, like the backalley the characters fuck in or the booze they drank beforehand.
People obviously have other reasons not to be into it, but I'm talking specifically about the Weirdness™, the kind that leads one to make a post on Tumblr.com about obtaining the in-story consent of fictional characters, which is a stupid concept in the first place since they're fictional and not real, and how the baby can't consent. You've seen that post, I know you have. That kind of Weirdness™.
The baby is a catalyst that makes the story happen for the actual characters, like the backalley, the booze, or the single bed in the hotel room. It might become a character later, if the storyteller wants it to become one, but during a kink scenario, it's just an object. You don't have to be Weird™ about it, I promise.
Man, who's impregnated by a tentacle monster while he sleeps, going about his week eating more and more and getting unbearably horny. He's constantly ruining his boxers with his needy, weeping cunt, and he's gotten a good bit rounder by the time he realizes something is wrong. It's far too late and far too embarrassing to go out with how pregnant he looks, so he calls out of work to rub himself silly day in and day out.
It's Wednesday when he wakes up to a gush of of fluid flooding from his cunt. He's got the urge to bear down and push, his mind almost blank from the need and arousal. His t-dick is throbbing as his cervix dilates and contractions wrack him with pleasurable pain. He can't help but moan as his hands fly to his chest. Groping himself as impossibly his nipples start leaking.
When whatever is inside him starts to push through his cervix, he pisses himself. He'd normally get embarrassed by losing control of his bladder, but the thing he was birthing had all his attention. His nerves were alight with an electric blaze of bliss, pain no longer there. Hips bucking as his cunt clenched, walls pulsing. He whined long and pitifully as the spawn entered his birth canal.
Chest heaving with exertion, he screams as his g-spot is battered from the inside. Squirting as his body tenses and goes limp. It's pressing everything just right. His mind can't focus. The spawn was moving, writhing inside him. It was stretching him so good. In the back of his mind, he knew he had to push. Grunting and huffing, he pushed and pushed and pushed. Until with a loud shriek, it burst from his cunt.
Panting as he came down, he didn't realize the thing had ctawled up him and latched onto his nipple. Milk flows, and he whines at the feeling. He's too tired to move, laying helplessly as the spawn eats his fill before making its way down his body and sliding itself back into his sensitive cunt. Looks like he'd have to figure out his work situation soon...
help me, i feel so icky, down there. feels so weird, ngh! my tummy hurts, can’t stop wiggling my hips, somethings happening to me and i don’t know what. oh- hgnn.. i think i need to- i gotta- fffnngmh!! haah-! i’m- i’m pushing?
shhhhh, shh, shh, it's okay, it's alright baby...
you don't remember what I told you when I fucked you 9 months ago? I told you that you were gonna make a baby for me
now it's time for you to have my baby, just breathe sweetie, it's alright... you look so pretty like this, you know? wriggling and panting and moaning on the bed
no, no, no, keep your legs open... I'll hold them down if I have to, I'll even tie them open if you can't keep them open yourself
just let me look at your pretty little cunt all stretched out for my baby, crownings gonna take you a while sweetie... that looks like a big baby..
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