Hmmmm most people have many so I'll keep it as best as possible:
I would describe myself as a bit of a nerd when it comes to researching stuff but I'm a kind caring man who would you want as a shoulder to cry on or if you want advice on stuff. I'm pretty opinionated but can be thoughtful
AI generators are currently developing at breakneck speed! AIs are already capable of generating CPR art quite well in our genre.
Please remember that I will never publish AI content on my channel!
This kind of content discredits the work of artists who spend a week, a month, and sometimes even several months creating a cool and memorable masterpiece!
Meanwhile, machines create illustrations in 10 seconds without putting a single drop of soul into them, because they simply have no soul!
No matter how good the AI is, it will never be able to draw CPR and drowning the same way a living artist does.
Unlike an artist, AI can't come up with completely new and unusual solutions unless it's been trained to do so. It only draws what it knows, while an artist can draw what their imagination knows, and their imagination knows no bounds.
Apparently, this is the last time I'm talking about this because I'm fed up with everyone taking everything out of context. And it disgusts me that there's always some excuse for people to come to MY BLOG and insult me for no apparent reason.
I post my things without bothering anyone, but the truth is, if I'm insulted, I'm going to defend myself.
If they steal my content and post it on pornographic sites, it's my fault for posting it here.
If I get scammed, it's my fault because I don't have the right to claim what's mine.
Now, if I'm insulted, it's my fault for mentioning the word "pronoun," which, by the way, led to me being attacked and labeled homophobic, transphobic, and who knows what else for saying just one word, ( I don't care who the hell anyone wants to be as long as they don't bother me, which did happen) but I don't see anyone responding to the person who insulted me for no reason.
Let's drop the excuse that if you're raped it's because of how you were dressed. My post isn't directly about gender identity; it's about how people think they can always get away with behaving like idiots online. If you don't understand my point, you can look at what people said to me for saying a single word, versus the responses to the insult I received (none).
Let's defend what we want, but let's leave others in peace, and I repeat, DON'T BOTHER OTHERS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE BOTHERED.
aka new pinned post! PLEASE read below before you interact with this blog 🤭
welcome to my blog! I started this blog in 2023 as a ways to explore a life long fetish. Since then I’ve really learned a lot about myself, this community, and how normal fetishes and kinks can be. Being here has been formative for my kink exploration journey, and it's helped me deconstruct years of catholic school girl trauma (s/o to catholic guilt!).
follow @swellie-too for my CNC, birth focused blog! Cw for pain, torture, etc.
First and foremost, this is a pregnancy and birth fetish NSFW blog. This is an 18+ only environment. DO NOT INTERACT IF 18 OR YOUNGER. I am a 28 year old white cis woman. I identify myself as a bisexual cisgendered woman on the ace-spectrum. Born and raised in the USA, but politics is a diff story lol
Keep reading below!
As a queer person I will absolutely not condone any form of homophobia, transphobia, racism, misogyny, etc etc. I am an open and tolerant person, and please do not try to take advantage of me because of this. I mostly only follow back people whose content I enjoy seeing and would reblog myself. If it’s not really NSFW I don’t follow back usually.
When I interact with kink content here, I mostly imagine myself as the pregnant carrier. I get off to picturing myself in some sort of pain (i.e. labor) SOMETIMES I like to picture myself with a pregnant person, but never do I consider myself the “breeder.”
Things I really enjoy:
Pregnant bellies (specifically, large pregnant bellies, smaller bellies, those with stretch marks, red bellies, moving bellies)
Birth, pushing, birth denial, historical births, and contractions
Breeding and Impreg
Poking pregnant bellies, rubbing them etc
Stirrups, medical torture stuff, etc (FANTASY ONLY. I CANNOT REPEAT THAT ENOUGH. DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME IF YOU FEEL OTHERWISE)
Fpreg is preferred for me, but nbpreg is also really hot
lactation (I also like to pump and lactate in real life!)
Clothes not being able to fit/spilling out of old clothes
Giant swollen boobs (especially with veins 🙈)
Giant bellies in laps <3
Waddling and being out of breathe, struggling to sit up, contractions, unable to get up from sitting, etc
I’m not into:
-Mpreg (not in an ew, mpreg way, but mostly bc I picture myself as the carrier)
Feederism, feedies, or stuffing (in very very specific circumstances I tolerate this)
Swollen feet
It gets weird when it gets misogonistic in a "I would actually vote to overturn roe v wade if I had the chance" kind of thing -- if it's fantasy/pure imagination, I'm all ears. But when I think you would actually hate crime me IRL..... that's when I [not-so] politely decline
Other disclaimers:
I am in a relationship right now and she knows about this blog and my kink. She is so supportive and I love her very much. We are very open to exploring ourselves sexually, but never, and I mean never, would I risk my relationship because of something on here. If you cross a line, I will immediately tell you. Please do not assume I want to fuck you or be in a relationship with you in real life, this is purely for kink purposes. I think of you as my friends! If I talk to you, or respond to your DM's or like your content occasionally, that means I'm grateful to have you in my life and you make my life better by being in it. Xoxo, thank you for understanding!
Please send me asks, tell me about your fantasies, ask me questions about my fetish. I want to learn more about you as well! I’m an open book when it comes to most things, I promise I won’t judge you 🙈
I prefer asks to DM’s
I don’t want to tell you my real name, where I live, or anything about me in real life. You won’t ever see my face. It’s what I’m comfortable with, full stop. If you do get my name or anything from me, it’s for you only. Do not share that without my consent. For purposes of this blog, you can call me Swellie 🤪
I know we’re all mostly familiar with the user @imagineyourepregnant and I would really appreciate if you all could be supportive of this persons need for space. Wish them well, don’t be nasty, don’t be demanding and don’t unfollow them like a petty asshole. If you’re reading this, then you didn’t act that way with me during the multitude of times I have needed space. I’ve always felt respected and welcomed back. This person has been here as long as I have, if not longer, sharing their fiction. This person is great at writing and I think it’s fair to say none of us want to see them leave the app. So I want yall to give this person just as much support as you offer me when I take space. Don’t unfollow or badger someone for cutting back on posting. Remember where you are. We use anonymity for a reason here, lol. Just to state the obvious, that reason is because we’re weirdos. 🤷♀️
We understand each other here. We listen to each other here. We are kind and respectful to each other here. I’m not speaking for any other Tumblr based community, or community in general. How you all talk to each other in subreddits and on discord servers is up to you. And if you don’t want me to speak for the community here, that’s fine, I can leave. I know it’s a lot to ask on the Internet in 2025 but I’ve been here long enough to know that this specific section of the Internet is very capable.
If you got through this post, thank you. Please make my fat hormonal ass feel better; take the time to go wish this person well and tell them that you appreciate them. It makes a difference. We are all so human here and that’s something I sincerely love. I know you would do it for me, so please do it for them too.
I know that I'm probably on your "naughty" list this year. I'm very sorry and I'll try to do better next year.
I'm not writing to you asking you to bring me toys, although a Lovesense Lush would be wonderful.
But...If it is at all possible, can you please bring me a werewolf/wolf man like the ones in the stories that I read, so that I can live out my filthiest fantasy experience. Even just one time?
Thank you Santa...I'll make sure I leave you cookies and milk by the Christmas tree.
The journey Mrs. P is going through is her business & should be respectful. I'm happy she's having her pregnancy documented & shared to us but those who talk bad about it shouldn't judge someone for doing something beautiful with their body.
Hope you have a great & safe delivery whenever that day comes. Your pregnancy is beautiful & special
Thank you so much for this. Truly. It means a lot, especially right now.
Sharing this pregnancy has been beautiful, but also very vulnerable and with vulnerability comes opinions, projections, assumptions, and judgments from people who are only seeing a small window into our life. I completely understand that everyone interprets things through their own experience, but at the end of the day, this is my body and my journey, and the choices we make as a family are intentional, discussed, and ours to make.
I share what I share because pregnancy is extraordinary not always easy, not always glowing, sometimes exhausting and overwhelming but still deeply meaningful and powerful. I believe there is beauty in being open about it, and I’m grateful for the people here who see that and support it.
Thank you for your kindness, and for remembering that there is a full, real, living family behind these posts one that cares for each other, protects each other, and makes decisions together.
Your well wishes mean more than you know.
Here’s hoping these babies decide to make their appearance soon 🤍
It seems like we’ve had a wave of messages lately questioning my choices, questioning my role as a housewife, questioning my pregnancies, questioning my marriage dynamics, and questioning how I define purpose.
So let me make this very clear:
I chose this life. Willingly. Enthusiastically. Fully.
I chose my husband.
I chose my partners.
I chose my children.
I chose my home.
I chose what I pour myself into every single day.
At no point did I “give up” who I am. I evolved into who I am now.
There was a time in my life when being the career woman, the executive, the one shattering expectations that was my path. I’m proud of that version of me. She was strong, driven, relentless, resilient. She built the foundation that allows me to stand where I do now.
But my true purpose became clear to me and I listened to it.
Motherhood became my greatest work.
Growing life inside me became my greatest expression of creation.
Loving and building a home became my greatest contribution to the world.
Not everyone can carry life.
Not everyone can nourish a baby from their own body.
Not everyone can shape generations through presence, care, teaching, and time.
But I can.
And I choose to.
I choose softness.
I choose love.
I choose service and submission, as devotion.
I choose to pour into my family because they pour into me.
I am not diminished here, I am expanded.
Twenty years from now, no one will care what title I held.
Fifty years from now, no one will remember what industry I was in.
A hundred years from now, no one will know what salary I made.
But my children, and their children, and their children after that —
they will carry my love, my values, my spirit, my story.
Reblog if you would like someone to strap you down on a stretcher. Puts the paddles or pads on your chest and shocks you a couple of times till you flatline. Then the person brings you back to life, when you wake up you see the grim reaper in the back of the ambulance. The grim reaper sees your bare chest and rips your heart out…