my boyfriend barely talked me into having his baby while we’re still long distance and now it turns out it’s triplets?! i’m only 30 weeks and i’m already so big i can’t skype sex with him like i used to.
version of the "glasses girl takes off her glasses and she's Actually Beautiful Now" trope where the glasses girl takes off her pants and she's just absolutely hung like 9 inches soft
cockwarming after cumming is always the good option. but there's one move that's fun to do before. after you fill me pull out just long enough to watch it start to drip out, then fuck the cum back in. it's a good way to feel how badly i need to stay around your cock, and how badly i want it when I whimper at you for pulling out. cuddle me after while gently rubbing my tummy for being such a good boy <3
need someone to fuck me while i’m way too high on a friends couch at a house party. fucking me with no protection and i’m so high i don’t fight i just feel the sensation of them fucking me and cumming inside me. and when their done i’ll sit and feel it dripping before someone else decides they want a turn. then over the next nine months the people who were there that night watch me grow and see me post pictures on social media with me and my bump, usually with a joint in hand.
ughhh … belly is so big with this baby…. can feel it. so fucking big… and you’re so fucking big. love your cock baby, love how it splits me open. i’m so full of you I feel you everywhere
woman doesn’t think she could be pregnant and doesn’t have any symptoms so she only realizes once her belly reaches the point of obvious pregnancy and the baby starts moving. the whole time her belly was getting bigger and bigger and she never noticed because it was just by a little each day.
need some preg yuri rent lowering gunshots to scare the cishets away. lanky butch bottom helplessly horny by how pregnant her gf is. magic strapon that gets ur trans gf pregnant like she always dreamed of (with multiples! turn her into a proper broodmother!) chain + mutual preg. we could go on forever pls add more if u like
Fucking a trans guy raw and just getting lost in pleasure while he milks my cock. Suddenly i’m growling and deep inside him and about to come. We both don’t want to be parents...but I can’t help it. I’m shooting deep inside him and pressing down his hips, rubbing his chest, down to his belly. Imagining it swelling out and shuddering as the last of my seed hits his cervix
His eyes go wide as he feels your resolve, the new effort you're putting into your pleasure. "No... No, stop, you can't!" He starts to squirm under you, trying to pull away, to shift so that you slip out of his entrance. You're too firm, too committed to fulfilling your need using his body, whether he wants you to or not.
"Oh God, oh god no, no not like this, please no..." He starts pleading. "We said we didn't want kids. You said you were ok with that. I could... It could happen. Right now. You promised you wouldn't, that you didn't want to!" You feel yourself tensing, tightening. Can feel your children surfing up from your balls, into your shaft. It burns, aches, your body about to send your burden into this handsome boy's uterus...
He's pushing at you, struggling. "I don't want this! I can't handle it, I'm not kidding! I have nightmares about this happening, please, I'm begging you!" The desperation in his voice, knowing how much your seed is going to force his body to change... It was too much. Even if you still wanted to hold back, you couldn't. Not anymore.
Pinning his shoulders to the bed, you pressed deep and groaned in absolute satisfaction. Letting one hand trail down, over his flat chest, feeling all his body hair as you got lower. Down to his belly.
As he starts to cry you drink in how masculine he looks, how he effortlessly passes day to day. At work, with friends. You're one of the only people in his life that even knows he's trans. And now... You've undone so much of that work. Only a matter of time before he's showing. Before his belly begins to swell out of control, straining at his clothes.
"Oh God, oh god... No, I can't, I can't do this. This can't be happening..." He's muttering, almost to himself, his voice deep, tears running down his cheeks and into his beard. "I won't take. I've been on T too long. You didn't just get me preg... You didn't do it. I won't have to live like that. It's not really happening..."
You walked in on him fighting his pants. Walking up, kissing his forehead, cupping that area just above his public mound. It was barely pressing out.
You didn't say anything as he began to get nauseous in the mornings. Nor as he became fatigued all the time. You didn't point out how firm his middle felt after a couple months.
"You're gonna give birth for me, hon." You whisper, almost growl, and he trembles at the certainty in your statement. "You're having a baby. You're pregnant. A handsome, sexy pregnant man-"
"No I'm not!" He snapped, pushing you away. "I can't be! I can't! I told you I don't want it, ever. It can't be happening. It isn't! I'm not... Not..."
His eyes became watery. You stepped in again. Held him. Cupped his baby bump once more. "Pregnant." You said, smiling, delighting in his struggle even if you knew you shouldn't. "Pregnant. You're pregnant. You're really pregnant. Say it for me..."
He relaxes. Clings to you even as he smacks his fist into your shoulder. "I don't want it..." He whimpers, breaking down. "I'm a guy. I'm a man. I'm just one of the guys, I can't have a baby. I can't be pregnant. I can't just waddle around in front of everyone. What the fuck am I going to wear? What am I going to say? How am I going to... To have it? God... God, fuck, I don't want to have it... I'm so scared. It's not fair. You did this to me even though you knew I didn't want it..."
The handsome man choked back a sob. "Fuck. No. No, I'm not. I'm not. It can't have just happened like that, it's not fair..." You stroke that firm bump, knowing it's just going to get bigger. "Say it... Say you're pregnant. You're having a baby. You're going to open your legs and push for me like a good boy. You're going to give birth. Your pretty vagina is going to spread over the head of our baby, whether you want it to or not..."
You gently shushed him as he cries, words failing him. You knew this would hurt. You knew this would trigger at least a few aspects of his dysphoria, badly, but you knew that when you did it. You didn't care then, and you don't now. Even in his despair he's so handsome. So sexy. It made you feel amazing, know you'd done this to him. That it was your baby inside that body. That it was all your fault that his pants didn't fit anymore, and it was only going to get worse...
You helped him take a test. He broke down again when it was positive. And again when the doctor confirmed it, with an odd look at your boyfriend when he did. It was clear what he was thinking. How he felt as he did the ultrasound, the awkward, stilted speech every time he had to say "Mister" or "Dad-to-be". You could see the mistakes and awkwardness hitting your partner like blows, but you couldn't deny how good it felt, knowing it had been your choice to make home endure this.
You bought him cute shirts, knowing he would hate them. A pink number that said "Seahorse Dad!" A black stretchy T that read "Bun in the Oven!" A pride flag print with "Trans, Pregnant, and Proud!". You'd have given anything to see him wear them, but he refused, as you knew he would.
The poor guy's clothes got tighter and tighter. His belly wouldn't stop growing, and each day you had to fight the urge to moan in delight when he struggled to undo the button, or more often, the pin holding his pants closed, and he just let out a sigh, his baby belly released and pressing out from its confines. The daily struggle just to dress masculine for work was breathtaking, watching him fight to button and close and tuck, without it only emphasizing how obvious the pregnancy was becoming.
He could barely look at you in bed. You loved stripping him. Exposing him. His hairy legs and arms... His flat, fuzzy chest, nipples now large and darkened... His round baby belly covered in soft hair, thinned with how much more space it now had to cover... You would spread his legs, fighting the urge to gasp as you saw how swollen and prominent his T-dick was now, how puffy his vaginal lips were... Pushing into him felt amazing, and he clearly hated how much he loved it. He would wrap his legs around you, panting, crying out, but still not looking at you. Eyes closed, urging you on, as you enjoyed every perfect, unfair concequences of your lust taking over and changing the body he'd worked so hard for...
The day came that he couldn't hide it anymore. His barely buttoned, inappropriate Hawaiian shirt still exposing a strip of skin at best, and if he shifted wrong his increasingly obvious outie. It was impossible to miss or deny.
But you didn't say anything, letting him go to work like that. He called you at lunch and said he'd had to explain to everyone that he was pregnant. Tell his boss he'd need maternity leave. He'd tried to get paternity leave, but his boss had chuckled, shook his head. "That's only for the Dad, not the M-... M-mister who has to birth it. Right. It's why it's so much shorter!"
He'd never felt so exposed, so ashamed of his own body. He came home early, curled up in your arms even though it was all your fault he was like this. He desperately needed comfort, and you were happy to provide.
It only got harder. Nothing of his old wardrobe fit now. He had to go to his job in the humiliating maternity shirts you'd been buying. He tried to cover up with hoodies and sweaters, but it was simply too hot for that. He came home deeply upset most days, random strangers touching his belly without asking, asking when he was due. Telling him how proud he must be to be a mommy.
You tried to make a birth plan, but he couldn't do it. The idea of a baby coming out of his vagina was too much, he'd have a meltdown any time you tried to discuss it. He said he didn't want to keep it, and that was fine by you. You were getting everything you wanted out of this, watching his baby belly swell his masculine frame, seeing the struggle of his body changing against his will, all because of you. You knew it was messed up to delight so much in how hard this was for the poor guy, but there was a beauty to it you couldn't deny. You'd decided he should be like this. You'd made the choice that he should become a pregnant man, even if he didn't want to. So now he was. And it was all your fault.
In the end, it was the two of you. He was laboring in front of you for hours, moaning as he rocked back and forth, whimpering that this wasn't fair, that he didn't want this to happen. You just responded "I know, hon. It doesn't matter what you want though... My baby is coming soon. You're gonna give birth, isn't that exciting?"
He tried not to say anything else, not liking how much you're delighting in this struggle, but as it got worse he couldn't help himself, desperate for comfort and reassurance, which you gave in excess.
Before too long he was naked, on his back, legs spread wide for you. You could see the vagina you'd filled nine months ago, saw the thick, stiff T-dick being angled up as he pushed, his crotch starting to bulge. The pressure was making his member throb with his heartbeat, and it took your breath away. This man was having a baby. He was pushing your baby out of his vagina and it was all because of you. You got a man pregnant and now he was having a baby. It was so unfair, so natural, so perfect.
His body undercut his words. Another contraction cut him off, and he had no choice but to push. You watched his lips strain, then part. You could see that boy pussy opening wide, just as he had seen in his nightmares. "IT BURNS IT BURNS!!! ITS COMING OUT OH FUCK I CAN' DO THIS, I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A BABY!!!"
"Ohhh god make it stop make it stop it hurts!!!" He cried, gulping in breaths as you tried to hide your arousal. "I can't do this! I don't want to have a baby!"
It didn't matter what he wanted. You'd impregnated him, and that was enough. The only thing that mattered. Your baby was being born from this trans man, you'd created a life inside him and now he had no choice but to reward you for it. He wailed in agony, voice deep and masculine, toes curling as he gripped the floor. It was agony for him as the head crowned his slit wider and wider. "Please don't make me do this!"
There was nothing you could do even if you wanted to. And you didn't. This was everything you wanted. You had already decided you needed it to happen again, even if it ruined his life. You needed this man to become your beautiful, perfect baby factory, even if he despised every single pregnancy you forced him to endure...
"It's coming OOOUUUTTT!!!" He wailed, pushing with all his might as the head slid down and out of him, the shoulders coming quickly after. A masculine, quick, powerful birth, shuddering and crying as the rest of the body slid free.
You took the newborn that had just slid from the handsome boy who's life you changed forever. He wouldn't look at it or you. Clearly doing this had felt even more awful that you'd hoped. A violation of not just his body, but his identity, for nine long months.
You promised to be more careful, that he'd never have to go through this nightmare again.
In five months he was crying over another positive test...
I'm only gonna breed you in the Fall. Late September to Early November. This will give you all Winter and into late Spring to be shuttered inside, too cold to go out, overstuffed with all the fattening holiday foods and feasts, keeping you cozy and snuggled up on the couch binging content and calories in your stretchy pants letting you grow bigger and heavier. Then when Summer finally comes around, it's time to take you out for walks, barbecues, holiday parties, pools and beaches. Every outfit you wear will accentuate your expanding form: sundresses that billow around, spandex support pants and bras that threaten to burst around your blubbery body, and when you go swimming, your glorious gravid girth will glisten in the sun. And the best part won't be the slack-jawed stares from your friends and family, it'll be the whispers of "she looks so much bigger than last year..."
i secretly love being so big in the summer. i love seeing people start to treat me differently as i dress more provocatively for the weather, only for comfort, of course.
but i love the way people look at me when i walk down the street on my daily walks (or, more accurately, daily waddle), my belly stretching the fabric of my maternity exercise tank top.
people expect you to want to cover up your belly when you’re this big but it’s hot and i’m hot so i always keep it out and it gets so tan.
The camp leaders’ rooms were more spacious than the bunks the campers had. Sure, part of camp is about hanging out with the other girls, but I discovered pretty quickly than hanging out in Lewis’ cabin was heaps more fun.
while the other girls were out riding horses, I was riding his cock, moaning with pleasure. When they were out learning to tie knots, he had my hands tied to the bed head and my ankles over his shoulders.
Camp only went for two and a half months, but that was enough time for my hips and tits to outgrow most of my clothing. He thought it was so funny to see my struggle with my jeans.
His favourite was the morning swims, where every morning, the whole camp got to see how my belly was rounding out, and how heavy my tits were becoming. I was no longer a perky 19 year old, my body was starting to become gravid.
How desperate are you for a large, hefty, round pregnant belly and all the things that go along with it? Large swollen breasts and engorged milky nipples and widened hips
i’m so desperate it makes me insane. all day i have been thinking about getting fucked and filled with cum, someone slapping my ass as it arcs upwards and cum leaks out of me. then getting bigger. oh how much i want to slowly watch my belly swell with babies. to watch that cum stretch me out over nine months until i can barely stand. i know it would make me so wet just to look at myself. at how distorted my body has become.
i want it so badly my pussy throbs until it hurts.
the triplets are stretching out my belly so bad my skin is so red and itchy. saw a video of a girl getting her pregnant belly rubbed by her boyfriend and i was so turned on and so jealous. i couldn’t even reach my pussy to masterbait. i wish i had a baby daddy who would come and fuck me and rub my belly after (maybe with him cum).
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