Were any of you gonna tell me that getting high off edibles makes you unbearably horny or did you all WANT me to discover this by surprise on a long car ride with my partner and her mom????
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Were any of you gonna tell me that getting high off edibles makes you unbearably horny or did you all WANT me to discover this by surprise on a long car ride with my partner and her mom????
Deertaurs are pregnant for seven months. Draft centaurs are pregnant for a year.
I was only supposed to be pregnant for seven months. It’s been 11 months and 23 days, and I’ve been screaming through labor for two of those days. I’ve been pushing for five hours, trying to foal my fawn-foal twins. They’re each over half my weight.
It hurts.
Unnamed guy pushing out his monster lover’s offspring 💜
Uncropped version in the reblogs 👀
Graphic birth under the cut
Poor guy hasn’t even gotten to the hard part yet 😌
I need to draw him at full term because this is his belly halfway to crowning and clenched tight by pushing… relaxed and carrying his whole baby before his water broke, he would have been massive. 🥰 I should draw his monster bulging out his belly with its massive cock as it knocks him up, too 🥰🥰
And here’s a closeup of his pussy because I worked way too hard on it. 💜 Ofc looking at it now I’m like damn I should have drawn his perineum more stretched but oh well
another shibari birth denial idea: being tied up in birthing position and suspended from the ceiling and put on display. calves tied to thighs framing your big pregnant belly, ropes around yout tits, milk dribbling all over your belly, pussy stretched out, and exposed, all while being in active labor. there's just one rope running between the plush lips of your pussy, knotted on top of your clit where it meets the ropes running around your pregnant belly. each time your swollen stomach seizes with contractions, the ties tighten and squeeze your full teats as milk squirts from your nipples and showering your audience, and knots dig into your pussy and sensitive clit sending you into involuntary orgasmic bliss while pain clamps down around your uterus. your sloppy cunt drools cum and birth fluids pooling on the floor below you. you can feel your cervix slacken and dilate, your pussy gawping open. humiliation burning when your rapt audience breaks free of the crowd of passive spectators and reaches for you. you are helpless to their rough hands rubbing and pushing your belly, reaching up to flick your tits. occasionally a mouth latches on and you can't help sighing in relief as the ballooning pressure in your tits subsides for a while. someone shoves their fingers in your loosening pussy and pulls your cunt apart and holds your pussy open around the rope, there's a hacking sound and you feel something cold and slimy in your cunt, spit. its your only warning before a hand forces its way inside your pussy. another contraction has you clamping down until you can feel every knuckle and vein. you push and push as hard as you can to get the squirming intrusion out. and then suddenly its gone with a loud squelch. that's when you feel it, the weight that has been dropping lower in your belly, slips out. your heart nearly stops. your baby is coming. your pussy bulges, pressing incessantly into the knot at your clit, you shudder through another painful orgasm that has your belly and birth canal cramping painfully. you want to push, you want the pain to stop, you don't want to come anymore, your womb seizes with every orgasm, aching cervix twitching violently around your baby's hips. your pussy hurts. all you can feel from womb to cunt is aching pain. you just want to give birth and for it to all be over. but you can't. even though your body screams at you to push. you cant birth your baby suspended four feet off the ground like this. you hold back even as the crowd heckles and mocks you. your pussy is so sore and you've come so many times you don't think you can come anymore. then someone pulls the rope nestled between your pussy away from your cunt, they keep tugging on it even as you beg, the bulging head emerges into a full crown. desperately clamping down, you try to hold your baby in with all the strength left in your aching cunt but the baby slips and turns inside you, its way eased by your continuous orgasms. the person pulling the rope away for your cunt let's go, the rope snaps back into place, thwapping into the head bulging in your cunt and forcing it back into you. you can feel the legs lodged in your cervix slide back until its back in your womb. you thank them between sobs, cheeks burning with shame at the raucous laughter. they smack your gaping bulge in your pussy crushing the knot against your clit, jolting your baby back deeper into your womb. you shriek and the sudden painful orgasm that tears through you, finally losing your grip on reality as cum pours from your pussy squirting around the baby's head.
Poor little bird-folk who has a condition that makes their eggs grow unusually large. It means they almost always get egg bound and spend days laying a clutch when all their friends do it in an afternoon. It doesn't help that they're small and slight with narrow hips that strain against every huge egg.
As they get closer to laying their stomach swells up immensely, looking ridiculous on their small frame. Everyone else they know gets a regular, manageable bump in the weeks before they lay. Usually only restricting their movements in the last few days. But their stomach is huge and obvious and horribly sore for weeks. They spend almost a month too heavy to fly and by the last week they can barely walk. You would think that going through this every year would mean they're used to it, but every time they are caught off guard by how heavy and sore and uncomfortable their giant eggs make them. Their fragile pelvis wasn't made to carry so much weight. Their skin stretches so far that they start to lose feathers on their belly and red, angry stretch marks are visible on the exposed skin. It's miserable but they know the worst is still yet to come.
Mmmmmh, I love it- that slow, agonizing stretch is just perfect.
I've been fantasizing real hard about being pregnant today. Just checked the calendar & I'm ovulating.
Now the question is: do I beg my partner to cum in me knowing full well that we can't afford a child, or do I settle for safe sex & just imagine the condom breaking?
Update: we fucked twice & I'm saddened to report that both condoms stayed intact 😔
I've been fantasizing real hard about being pregnant today. Just checked the calendar & I'm ovulating.
Now the question is: do I beg my partner to cum in me knowing full well that we can't afford a child, or do I settle for safe sex & just imagine the condom breaking?
birth
One of my favorite videos!
Trying to close her legs but the head keeps coming
birth
One of my favorite videos!
Trying to close her legs but the head keeps coming
Imagine signing up to be a repopulation Surrogate for an island of mythical creatures
The idea is you'd start out with the smaller ones like gnomes or elves, but day one the hunky satyr managed to talk his way into your womb and now you're screaming out a massive kid in front of the hot centaur doctor who wishes it was his foal
Your next pregnancy is by faeries to give your poor womb a break, but you've been stretched out so much that you just swell and swell with them, and faerie labor is so fast you just feel like you're having a stomachache and suddenly you're pushing heaps and heaps of wriggly little bodies out into your pants in the middle of the supermarket. Your pussy is still so stretched from the satyr that each push lets out three, four, five, once even ten at a time, and you can't stop the contractions
Next the mermaids get a hold of you - the ovipositing kind at first, and you shiver as you deliver their clutch in the warm shallows. But then the beluga mermaid wants a piece of you, and next you're on your hands and knees in a shallow tank, a massive whale tail stretching you to your limits with the centaur doctor helping to pull it out... and seeing how well you can handle *that*, well-- he knows he's got to put a foal or two in you next.
And he does put a foal or two (two) in me. In the interest of repopulating the island in a timely fashion, the pregnancies are short, and two months later I’m squatting low, foaling for him. I can’t stay squatted for long though—they’re so big that after the head and first shoulders come out, I have to stand to allow room for the first torso and then the horse body. Maybe it’s better that I calved for a whale mermaid just before this ordeal.
I almost want to try a minotaur pregnancy next, but my centaur doctor and lover advises against it. I do a short werewolf pregnancy and lay down under the next full moon to whelp all night, and the pups are minuscule compared to a centaur foal, but there’s sixteen of them and I’m shaking with overstimulation by the end. A werebear finds me before the full moon sets and I’m pregnant again before the sun rises, even though I wonder if I should have waited for a minotaur like I wanted…
The werebear’s cubs fight inside me for the entire moon cycle, leaving me exhausted and in pain. I scream out the first one at midnight under the next full moon but the next one is breach. It takes me an hour of pushing to realize it, two hours for my centaur doctor to rotate the cub, and a fourth hour to push it out. I’m laying there exhausted when my belly squeezes and a third tiny cub falls out of my ruined hole—a little runt. I barely realized anything came out of me until I’m told.
It’s ghosts next time, physically the easiest to carry and birth because they weigh nothing and have no particular form, but the coldness in the belly and the clammy feeling as they slip out takes a mental toll on most. Not me! I’m fine…
Finally I can have my minotaur pregnancy. My doctor advises me to carry two or three so that they’re all slightly smaller when I give birth. But unfortunately, even though my minotaur suitor bred me to bursting with cum over several consecutive days, it’s just one calf. The doctor induces me a week early to help keep it on the smaller side, but I still spend two days pacing, thrashing, screaming, pushing. Finally the head is out and I lay in the calf’s father’s strong arms panting weakly while the centaur doctor pulls on each contraction. I calve 53 hours after being induced and it weighs 38 pounds.
My centaur tries to retire my womb, and I argue stoically against it, but he wins…sort of.
I get bored after a few weeks and seek out the slimes so I can have a nice cryptic pregnancy without anyone noticing. I carry small clutches for the basilisk and a single heir for the gnome queen (she heard about my early work), but eventually I slip up and find myself at the centaur doctor’s labor and delivery ward again, crowning something huge into my pants…
He just shakes his head and washes up for the oncoming birth.
You should write about a centaur birth, I think that would be interesting especially with how you describe things, feeling the hooves and panicking on where the head is, only to realize it’s hands and you’ve still got basically a whole horse to go… I’d be very interested to see/read that!
I need to foal so bad. I’ve been in labor for days, slowly opening my cervix to accommodate a set of hooves wrapped around a huge baby’s head and shoulders, and then a second set of shoulders leading to the foal’s lower body.
The front hooves have been dangling out of my hole all day but there’s no urge to push so I know I’m not ready yet. It just hurts. Every contraction pulls my belly tight around a womb big enough to carry human quints, but it’s only one centaur foal. I can’t see the front hooves around my belly, but from touching them I know they’re huge. Foaling is going to be agony.
I’ve been pacing my favorite hiking trail all day with my stud. Naked. It’s remote and heavily forested—it’s only us.
Another contraction rips through me. “Ohhh,” I moan. “We should not have done this.”
“You begged for this,” my stud says, again.
I did beg for this. Twelve months ago I watched one of his centaur stallions give birth to my stud’s foal, and I lined up next to be bred. We weren’t even sure it would work. A human and a centaur? But it did. As my belly swelled I helped deliver foals for my stud from his other gravid stallions. I just helped a stallion foal last night, him screaming and braying with his contractions, me gasping and doubling over with mine. But he gave birth successfully at dawn and I didn’t. I’m not even pushing.
“I want it out.”
“You’ll get it out,” he says. “But it will hurt.”
That’s what I want.
I think you should elaborate on birthing those minotaur babies. Imagine how long and painful the crowning would be, especially with their big horns and long, wide snout. There's probably only two or three of them, but they're all so big and would take so long for you to push out. Your minotaur husband likes having you on display for him, loves watching you struggle with his babies. Maybe he refuses to intervene because minotaurs see a difficult labor as a test of strength, and he wants you to prove yourself a worthy carrier of his children.
The calving pen is always full of moans and screams. Men laboring, men pushing, men calving.
Every few months I’m one of them. I’m one of them right now.
A young man shrieks not far from me, obviously calving for the first time. He’s pushing too hard, too long, even after his contractions end—desperate to escape the stretch. He’s going to wear himself out before he calves even once, and his belly is huge—he’ll need to find the strength to calve again multiple times.
A fellow veteran grunts beside me, bearing down on his third calf of the evening. He’s sweating, but he has paced himself well. He only screams during crowning.
I push again, the first calf of this pregnancy stretching me painfully. My husband leans against the outside of the fence, staring intently at me. Not at my face, more at my heaving belly, with glances at my teardrop-shaped cunt. His leather trousers are tented with his erection and he breathes deeply through his bull’s nostrils.
The contraction fades and I moan as the calf slips back behind my lips. My husband’s left ear flicks dismissively, and a flash of anger burns me. As if it’s so easy for a human to calve for a minotaur!
A new contraction builds and I push. My lips part again. I groan—I’m already feeling the ring of fire and it’s only the beginning. I hold my breath and hold the pressure, letting myself stretch. The first one is always the worst. When the contraction leaves me, the calf’s head doesn’t retreat again. A small victory.
When I push again, agony blossoms between my legs. I lay my head back and scream, and push.
I'd been trying to give birth for hours before you got back. I've almost got the whole head out. I'm so close but as soon as you walk through the front door and see me in the living room braced against the dining table with our sons head bubbling out of my stretched out cunt, I know all that pushing was for naught. Our baby is going right back in me.
You kiss my tears away as you guide me on to my back on the floor. I am crying and begging you to not do this. You ignore me. Our other baby is still in my womb and thrashing about inside me. None of this matters to you.
As soon as I am on the floor, you hold my legs open as wide as they'll go. My lower body is on fire. You press little butterfly kisses all over my belly, trailing lower. Your hands are cupped over the crown of our sons now dry head. You ask me how long I've been like this, stuck crowning. Since sunrise, soon after you left for work. It's nearly 8 pm now. My pussy has been pulled taut around your son's massive head for the last fourteen hours. The outline of his eyes and button nose and mouth have been pressed into my sensitive canal and his little hands and feet crushed into my g-spot for so long I almost feel numb.
You give me a look that says 'I told you so'. You tell me that even though our boys want out of my womb, it's best they stay in there for the time being since I'm clearly not ready to give birth just yet. Tears stream down my face and my milk ladden tits spurt milk with each heaving sob.
I know what's coming but the knowledge doesn't help. Your head disappears behind my belly, your breath ghosting over my clit as you press a sweet kiss to your sons forehead suspended in the folds of my pussy.
Your hand cups over the half crowned head and then there is unimaginable pressure on my cunt. My birth canal is dry from the hours of pushing without any remaining amniotic fluid to ease the way for the baby being pushed back up through my canal. My parted legs flail, trying to close, trying to get away from the pain and overstimulation but you keep me pinned down. I clutch my belly at the odd sensation of my baby sinking back into me and my pussy closing up over your baby's head until my cunt flutters around your thick wrist. You continue to shove our baby back into me, my battered pussy swallow your arm little by little. You bend down and trace my folds with your tongue as my cunt catches on the watch I gave you for our first wedding anniversary. I grunt and groan as my womb is battered endlessly while you push your son back into my uterus. I'm stretched taut around your forearm. You pinch my clit all of a sudden and I'm screaming once again. It's too much. My pussy, my cervix, my womb and now my clit are all at your mercy. My cunt is now around your elbow and my cervix clenched around your wrist. Your sons are squirming in my once again full belly while my twitching pussy gapes wide open.
You manhandle me to my feet even as I cry that I can't stand, moaning that it feels like our babies will tumble right out of my quivering cunt. You just give me a look that says, "if they were coming out of you today it would already have happened." Instead you reassure me that if the start slipping out, you'll just push them back into my womb. I whimper as each step sends jolts of blinding pain from my stuffed uterus to gaping cunt. A trail of fluid follows as you lead me to our bedroom, birth fluid and cum dribble and squirt from my overstimulated pussy with each agonizing step I take.
You force me onto my hands and knees on the bed like you're about to fuck me. My swollen uterus tightens with a weak contraction and my cunt squelches, wet with anticipation and anxiety at what you'lldo to me next. I'm still pregnant, my enormous belly presses into our bed, too big for me to do anything. You slide your hand between my swollen stomach and the bed, rubbing my belly before sliding up to where your sons feet are starting to poke through my cervix and pressing something sticky onto my stretch marked belly. I whimper protests you ignore as your fingers enter me again and nestle our favorite egg vibrator into the opening to my uterus. It's the size of a chicken egg but it feels both painfully enormous and dangerously tiny lodged at the entrance to my womb. Then something thick and blunt bumps up against my puffy cunt. As soon as I realize what it is I start sobbing and begging again, pleading for you to have mercy on your heavily pregnant wife, reminding you I'm overdue carrying your twins, that I need to give birth. You smile that crooked grin that I fell in love with and blindfold me.
The electrode patches on my belly jolt without warning causing me to jerk back onto the knotted bull dildo fucking machine as my belly seizes violently until I'm sure you can see the outline of our twins in my belly. You give a cursory smack to my ass before calling me a pregnant cow which has heat curling in my pregnant belly and cunt squelching with arousal despite the stinging pain in my birth canal. Immediately the egg vibrator buzzes to life lodged in my cervix sending overlapping waves of contractions and pleasure teetering on pain through my heavily pregnant body. My belly vibrates uncomfortably as though I'm pregnant with a hive of bees instead of your squirming babies. I'm so overwhelmed by the vibrators I don't notice the fucking machine coming to life until it's too late and punched in deep in my seizing pussy. I'm screaming for you to stop. It's too much, my pussy hurts from how it catches on the knots of the girthy bull cock drilling into my burning cunt, my cervix hurts from the egg dildo being punched through into my slackening uterus and buzzing in me incessantly, my overstuffed womb hurts straining to hold the babies in from the vibrations and contractions assaulting my baby making parts.
You smack my belly again agitating your sons in my womb before trailing up to my clit. I sob and vocalize it all, putting words to the pain and pleasure on my belly and in my pussy and in my womb. You flick and abuse my clit until I'm shuddering, shrieking through another mind numbing orgasm. Then another. And another. There is no rest, no break.
Where I had once dreaded giving birth, I was now fantasizing about it. How it would feel for the pressure in my uterus to finally abate, for the drag of the bull dildo yanked out of my spasming cunt, another involuntary but earth shattering orgasm that overlapped with a painful seizing contraction of my belly, the egg vibrator bursting out of me with a loud squelch of my drooling pussy, baby slipping out of my womb and into my birth canal, head bursting free of my loose pussy and finally sliding out of my slack cunt into your waiting hands with a wail and triumphant squirt of fluid from my slick pussy to celebrate the long awaited birth. I could see myself nursing our son as I groaned and pushed to birth his brother, you would get tired of waiting for our baby to crown and force me to my feet, gravity pulling the baby until he practically fell out of me, your impatient hands massaging abusing my pussy as I shriek with pain and pleasure and relief, you wrestling your son free of my quivering cunt and put him to suckle my other breast. Knowing you, you would probably want me on my hands and knees taking the bull cock in my pussy as soon as I was done giving birth probably with the cord still connected leading into my sloppy wet cunt.
Stubborn cowgirl’s troubles
Being a breeding bitch isn’t as easy as everybody thinks. It might be enjoyable up until you start the actual breeding process that is then things start to roughen up…
Take for example Lisa, a small, petite cowgirl with huge tits and an even bigger belly. She’s due any day now with 4 babies, each one about 15 lbs. Her huge tits are constantly leaking sweet white milk and she’s bound to her stable since the end of her second trimester. She’s pumped 10 hours per day and forced to walk and be stretched so will survive the birth of her enormous children. But since is so close to the delivery, she’s forced to wear a vaginal plug to keep her juices and her children till she’s ready.
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Contains: Childbirth, tmpreg, vaginal birth, birth denial, filming, pushingthebabybackin, watersports. About 1.8k words.
{FWBs try to get the perfect recording of the birth of their son}
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I would like to thank my brain for creating Images™️ that I may enjoy at my leisure. Like the dream i had just now featuring my crush 6 months pregnant with twins. Holding her from behind... feeling the babies kick... 🤤
If he's your boyfriend why is he fucking me raw & getting me pregnant in my dreams?