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@queerpolypreg
hey! after years of lurking i decided to make an rp account on here. mun is 25+ , uses she/her. into preg, labor, birth. all narratives on the account are fake and for users 18+ only! i typically am roughly using the one week is one month system but i’m not strict about it.
not into feederism, incest, water sports, or vore. generally sort of picky about kink lol my brain is broken. so if i followed you and then unfollow i promise it is not personal i just had a bad kink overlap.
Another reason to get a polycule before getting pregnant is that you want as many people as possible to support you during birth
Queer pregnancy should be so widespread.
I mean, cis lesbians have the chance to get double pregnant for one. Or a cis woman dating a trans man/nonbinary person. Twice the tummy! Twice the horny!
And then there's mpreg for that extra spicy action. Whether it be a straight couple or gay, getting the guy pregnant means it's a lot more of an impression and probably a lot more of a struggle. Plus, who could say no to a big, low, round belly pressed up against a constantly erect cock, throbbing with desire?
Then polyamorous groups! One pregnant person with several people worshipping their growing body. Or one person providing the whole polycule with babies, surrounded by ripe tummies. Or even a mix, where they take turns on who knocks up who.
Respect the gays! And knock up a queer! Gayly, of course.
A PSA:
What a fetishist finds arousing and what a birthing person, regardless of their sexual preferences, finds comforting and satisfying are *two different things*.
I’m saying this as a female birth fetishist who could potentially give birth myself one day.
Do I like watching and listening to birth? Yes. Do I fantasize about things like erotic and orgasmic birth? Yes, absolutely.
Do I want my partner to actually, in real life, fuck me in the ass during labor and delivery? N O P E.
Do the few people online who have admitted to using clitoral stimulation during labor and birth belong to this community, and did they do it because they were aroused by birth? NOT BY DEFAULT.
The fantasy of fetishized birth and the reality of the actual process are, more often than not, separate things. Even for fellow fetishists.
Please stop asking pregnant people pointed, leading questions about their experiences. Even if those pregnant people belong to the fetish community. Unless they’ve explicitly consented to talking about this sort of stuff, you aren’t entitled to details about their birth. Y’all are literally scaring people away from the community with your lack of respect for boundaries.
Consent and ethics are the most important values a fetishist should have.
september babymaking so you can enjoy the next pride month roundly pregnant
Knock them up in October and be the reason why they're too pregnant to walk during pride month next year ❤
Goofy well-natured jock himbo in obscenely tight workout gear with a shirt stretched to capacity over a huge round belly riding up so much you can see his popped belly button going "yeah, my belly has really been blowing up lately, idk what that's about-oof, and I've been getting these weird cramps too!" as you see the imprint of a tiny foot poking against the stretched skin of his stomach save me...
That said as much as I love me a sly himbo playing up a bit, the thought of a guy legitimately not realizing he's knocked up despite all the signs... ballooning out more and more, his belly littered with stretch marks, his baby - babies? - clearly active, tumbling around in his womb and making his belly noticeably warp and shift...
They're especially active when I'm fucking him - I couldn't take just watching him anymore, and he eagerly agreed. He always seems too cock drunk to notice how wild the occupants of his womb are being, but I certainly do, and take pleasure in feeling them tumble around his guts as he moans out "Faster! Deeper!"
I feel bad not telling him, but his obliviousness is too fun; I drop hints here and there, and enough people ask him "When's the baby due?" that he should suspect something, but he always shyly laughs it off. I ask him what he'd think about having kids and he replies that he'd love to be a dad with the right guy some day; I figure the least I could do is stick around and see what happens.
There's no way of knowing how far along he is or how many kids he should be expecting without spoiling the surprise; he's looked ready to pop for weeks, but still he keeps growing. He complained about soreness in his chest - his nipples have gotten dark and puffy, and I wasn't surprised when I manage to coax some milk out of him. He made no particular remark on it - just sighed in relief, and so milking those pecs of his became part of the daily routine.
Every day I fuck him, I wonder if this is going to be it - he has to be getting close to the end now. Even with all his athleticism, he's started slowing down; breathing heavy, waddling more than walking now, hands always on his back or lifting his belly as the strain of that weight really starts to take his toll. If he has any clue about his condition, he doesn't mention it. Belly hanging low, wincing now and again as it tenses and shoots a sharp pain through him - those have to be contractions, don't they? - he seems as oblivious as ever, simply patting and rubbing his stomach and going about his daily life, as best as he can.
...Even when finally, finally his water breaks while he's speared on my cock, it doesn't seem to dawn on him what's happening. "What was all that liquid?" he asks innocently before a sharp pain shoots through him. I quickly lay him down as he pants and grunts in pain - "Ugh, I think something wrong with my stomach!"
I'm fully prepared of course, and tell him I'll call an ambulance - and I will, in a bit. His labor does seem to be progressing a little faster than I expected - those babies really want out! I wait a little longer though as he labors, kissing him and rubbing his belly and assuring him that it would be all right, all while carefully checking the signs of progression.
"Dude, I feel like something's...ugh!" and finally I call for that ambulance, then position myself between his legs.
"Alright, I think you need to push!" I say. "PUSH!?? What the hell do you - " and then he's cut off by another contraction. Surprisingly, he doesn't argue any further - just obeys his body and me as I coach him, moaning and groaning until I see a head coming out. He screams and swears as he's stretched open, then finally there seems to be a bit of a relief as I catch the baby.
He looks at me, shellshocked, and I pretend to look just as dumbfounded.
"Congratulations? It's a girl!"
He starts to speak but it turns into a wail as another contraction goes through him.
"Wow! Looks like you have another one on the way!"
I was almost disappointed that he only had two babies tumbling around in that stuffed womb of his, though I knew having surprise twins had to be shell-shocking enough. He adjusted surprisingly fast though - he'd always wanted kids, and adored his two little baby girls, as taxing as taking care of them was.
In fact, he was already looking to make his family bigger - every spare moment he wasn't doting on them, he was taking my cock; desperate to be bred again and actually notice and enjoy his pregnancy this time around.
Even took some fertility supplements to be sure, as if his own fertility weren't obviously proven. Still, I had no objections; I'd always wanted a large family too, and I wanted to see this man stuffed with as many kids as possible.
you've been sleeping around with the local rodeo star. it was just a friends with benefits situation. like hell you would date that cocky jackass. but then you notice that your belly has started to swell and your work clothes fit snugly around the middle. and you start to get out of breath doing your usual chores around the ranch. your lover knows exactly whats happening and he is pleased, knowing he knocked up the most stubborn person in town. he takes great pride in knocking you up. he buys you new clothes, saying you dont have to buy them because he's got it. but he intentionally buys clothes that are too tight still, wanting the curve of your belly to be obvious to everyone. he rubs his hand over your belly often. he comes up behind you and rubs your belly, jokingly telling you that you're getting as big as the cows, which promptly earns him an elbow to the gut, not that he minds. he tells you often that this'll be the first of many. he'll keep pumping more and more babies into that little womb of yours. he loves seeing you heavy with his baby and never wants to see you with an empty womb again.
kinky stuff is nice sure but the intimacy of pregnancy turns me on so so much.
the way your partner's eyes widen at being told that you're pregnant. that their baby is currently occupying your womb. they tenderly care for you through the bad parts of the first trimester. they bring you water, rub your back as you vomit, fix you soup and teas for your stomach. even though there's no noticeable bump, they still rub your belly, which admittedly makes you feel better due to the stomach aches and bloating.
during the second trimester they get so excited seeing your bump finally come in. they insist on you wearing clothes that hug your belly. they cant keep your hands off of you, telling everyone that you're carrying their baby. they're constantly touching your belly or your widening hips. they join you in your frequent naps and even try your weird cravings.
during the third trimester it gets difficult again, this time due to being so big, but they support you so well. they bring you whatever you need so you dont have to get up. and if you do need to get up, they make sure to help you. when your belly feels too heavy, they hold it for you, lifting the weight off your poor back. they love feeling the baby through your skin. they often cuddle with you, rubbing your belly and occasionally poking your flesh to provoke the baby into kicking.
leading up to labor, they do everything to comfort you. they hold you and tell you how wonderful you are as you get false contractions, which only get worse leading up to the actual birth. during the actual birth, they focus on making you comfortable. they refill your water bottle as many times as you need and they bring you the occasional snack. they hold your hand and rub your hair as you contract. when you push, they're holding your hand and kissing your head, telling you that you're doing a perfect job and they love you so much. when they finally see the baby, they're over the moon. they cant decide whether to fawn over you or the baby. you did such a good job and they couldnt be more in love than they already are.
I'm so ready to be knocked up. I need someone to pin me down and breed me. I want to feel myself firming up low in my belly. I want to see that positive pregnancy test. I need it. My body craves it so badly. I feel bad to deny my body's wants. It wants to grow a baby, it wants to get impossibly round with someone's seed. Won't someone show me what my body is supposed to do?
there's something so hot about being pregnant. like, it completely takes over everything. you had sex one time, and now this is your life for the next 9 months. sure maybe you won't show for a little while, but eventually your belly will be so big anyone will be able to see that you've been used, and that someone has claimed your womb with their seed. and just, the intimacy of that, of your body swelling up with their baby rendering you reliant on them is just so perfect
polyamorous pregnant lesbians and their trans wife send post
Ugh I’d love to be 8 months pregnant laying in bed rubbing my big belly to sleep, struggling to get any rest with the rowdy little one—or two—keeping me up kicking as a painful reminder of what I’ll have to push out in just a few more weeks 🥴
Let’s talk about some of those pregnancy milestones that are unassuming but so erotic…
When the belly starts to round out on the bottom, making buttons and zippers impossible to be done up.
Waddling, not just because of the soreness in her pelvis, but also because of the sheer weight she’s carrying.
When her spine starts to curve and create that arch from the weight of her belly.
The first “I’m stuck” because she sunk too deep into the couch and can no longer rock forwards to get up.
The faces she makes when feeling kicks and flutters. Some painful and some mesmerizing.
When she’s just big enough that the sink is out of reach.
The creases between her round belly and hips that you want to just grab onto and dig in.
The way her hips widen and her thighs soften as her body adjusts to the new weight.
The way people can’t help but stare anytime she’s out in public because she looks like she’s going to give birth any second.
The protective arm you put around her shoulders or the absent minded belly rubs you give while around other people. It’s clear you did this to her.
When she tries to reach top cabinets or shelves but her growing belly begins to knock stuff over in the process so you need to step in and help grab things.
When sex requires lots of repositioning and new poses but it’s sooo worth it.
When the best advice you’ve been given to help kickstart labor is to “cum it out”.
Driving to the hospital and even though her belly is tense and tight, it’s still so large that it hangs between her thighs.
Watching her cute little nose scrunch as she’s pushing for dear life (she’s doing so well).
God I love pregnancy.
Pregnant kink as in you get me pregnant and then worship me and everything about my changing body for the next 9 months, keep your hands rubbing and loving all over me and be extra nice to me
As a transfem with a breeding/pregnancy kink, I really hope I can find someone like you one day who wants to be knocked up over and over again.
this is so sweet! i wish this lifestyle for you too! it’s a dream come true! <3
kinky stuff is nice sure but the intimacy of pregnancy turns me on so so much.
the way your partner's eyes widen at being told that you're pregnant. that their baby is currently occupying your womb. they tenderly care for you through the bad parts of the first trimester. they bring you water, rub your back as you vomit, fix you soup and teas for your stomach. even though there's no noticeable bump, they still rub your belly, which admittedly makes you feel better due to the stomach aches and bloating.
during the second trimester they get so excited seeing your bump finally come in. they insist on you wearing clothes that hug your belly. they cant keep your hands off of you, telling everyone that you're carrying their baby. they're constantly touching your belly or your widening hips. they join you in your frequent naps and even try your weird cravings.
during the third trimester it gets difficult again, this time due to being so big, but they support you so well. they bring you whatever you need so you dont have to get up. and if you do need to get up, they make sure to help you. when your belly feels too heavy, they hold it for you, lifting the weight off your poor back. they love feeling the baby through your skin. they often cuddle with you, rubbing your belly and occasionally poking your flesh to provoke the baby into kicking.
leading up to labor, they do everything to comfort you. they hold you and tell you how wonderful you are as you get false contractions, which only get worse leading up to the actual birth. during the actual birth, they focus on making you comfortable. they refill your water bottle as many times as you need and they bring you the occasional snack. they hold your hand and rub your hair as you contract. when you push, they're holding your hand and kissing your head, telling you that you're doing a perfect job and they love you so much. when they finally see the baby, they're over the moon. they cant decide whether to fawn over you or the baby. you did such a good job and they couldnt be more in love than they already are.
