unusual home adventures

25 y.o. trans guy (he/him or it/its pronouns) this blog is intended for those 18 or older

[foxphantom]

Pregnant superhero who is going to go on maternity leave soon, they swear... But they keep putting it off because it would be an awkward conversation with their partner, whose identity they don't know.

Meanwhile the partner is absolutely growing aware of how their belly is growing (tight spandex doesn't exactly leave much to the imagination) but they're too polite to say anything.

[fareplay]

Someone goes into thw confession booth apologizing again and again for ' fornicating' with a demon and asking for forgiveness as their nice modest clothes get tighter and tighter. They recount the whole story, in hopes that will help but keep pausing to groan and rub their belly as it gets heavy with literal hellspawn. There's soon no comfortable place to sit and their swollen nipples rub and drip against their clothes and their body is glistening in a cold sweat. When they finally sit, listening for an answer they hear the demon that impregnated them from the other side, moaning pleasurably and jacking off. It's too late. Barely crammed into the booth they curl their toes and writhe with discomfort as something begins to crown between their legs. They squeezed their eyes shut and hoped this birth would be punishment enough.

[dageroll]

Delicate elf pregnant with a human baby. Their body is on elf time and their baby is growing on human time. It’s jarring for them going through a whole pregnancy in only 9 months, but they manage.

Then they realize it doesn’t end at nine months.

The full term baby inside continues to grow undeterred at human pace. The baby just won’t come out until their body deems it time, regardless of how big it gets.

Elven pregnancies last years.

[foxphantom]

Pregnant angel/harpy/other winged creature who increasingly can't take off as they get more and more pregnant. By the time they're big and heavy, they're annoyed not only because they can't fly basically at all but also because their waddle is so deep.

[foxphantom]

We talk about pregnant bellies with happy trails but what about pregnant bellies with thick chest hair on the very top and linea negra on the bottom

[hemipenal-system]

you would be happier if you were full of dragon eggs

[adrogynousshitbag-deactivated20]

Involuntary pushing>>>>

[entomologistsblood]

they should get tboys egg pregnant more often

[eggsinmytum-deactivated20240229]

Birth denial, but make it eggs. I’m obsessed with the idea of struggling for hours to force out the first of many eggs, but either my legs are tied shut by the being that laid them in me, or I can’t get my tight clothes off. I just love the idea of pushing through each contraction and feeling the first egg RIGHT THERE and feeling it bulge out slightly with each push, but it ends up sliding back in as soon as I let up because it can’t go any further.

[glassbelly]

need so much more oviposition where the top is the one struggling. laying eggs in someone can be tough and they need to be coaxed and comforted and told how good of a job they’re doing because the eggs are so big and it’s so exhausting…..

[foxphantom]

The best part of eggpreg where the eggs hatch inside of you before a live birth is the experience of when the eggs hatch.

Lots of small, squishy, golf-ball sized eggs hatching at once is easy to hide from the outside, but the feeling is intense and it can last DAYS. Lots and lots of little movements inside the belly, like a little ecosystem swimming around inside.

A handful - maybe 10 or 15 - hard-shelled eggs are harder to hide and tend to be spaced out. As each baby hatches, the movement inside steadily increases, an incremental but always noticable change.

And if it's one singular giant egg, like a dragon's? You'll be there a *while*. Even if the baby isn't that big, they'll need to make a LOT of room to stretch out while they're breaking up the egg. And there's NO hiding it when it happens.

[ophioemmi]

Pondering on a species of plant humanoid that, in response to elevated stress, rapidly gestates large seeds in the hopes that their young keeps on the lineage. This would have been useful back in the age of living in the wilderness, but in modern civilization it promotes quite a few challenges.

Luckily, the seed isn't fertile unless you've already had an encounter with a pollen producing individual, though the urge to plant and protect your seeds once they're birthed can be quite derailing.

Individuals of these species have an especially hard time in college, when the safety and routine of home is interchanged with a new life, new stressors, and a whole new environment to navigate through.

Early on, stress pregnancies would be kept more on the down low, as new students grow round in the comfort of their new dorms, with few friends and obligations to coax them out as their bellies betray how much the change has impacted them. Anyone with a basic knowledge on the species and culture, however, knows what that cute new freshman is going through.

Typically, it's exams that cause a spike in pregnancies. It's not uncommon to see the floral students walking around or sunbathing with bare, rounded midsections during midterms or finals. Rarely, you'll watch one begin to groan, clutching their belly during a test as their seeds begin to make an entrance into the world. Rarely, the extra stress of having to gestate and birth causes a chain pregnancy to begin, as their womb responds to the adrenaline of an unplanned birth and produces seed after seed long after exams have ended.

[fawningfortummies]

T shirt that says "Ask me about the Antichrist" with an arrow pointing to a downward to the wearer's pregnant bump

[popipome]

Seahorse friends for mermayternity🫧

Cortez (on the left) tries to stay calm after breaking up with his girlfriend. Lesley (on the right) mutually loves his wife, who is often away on business trips, so he invited Cortez to live with him. They both need company, help and support

[popipome]

More OCs!

Seraphine is a humanoid carnivorous plant (basically a vampire) who lives with her human Coco who's very willing to satisfy her thirst for blood (she drinks for two)

[pumpkinbirth]

Say what you will about being a phone sex operator, but you definitely can’t call it boring.

All manner of voices find their way to you; some shy and unsure, while others can be abrasive and demanding. Hell, half of the time you barely have to do or say a damn thing while harsh panting emanates from your headphones as the person on the other end clearly only needs to know you’re listening in order to get off. There are times, though, when you find yourself engaging in specific fantasies of your callers, and those are often the most unique ones of all.

For example, tonight’s caller.

“Ooh, that one sounded like it hurt,” you purr, listening intently as the woman on the other end pants and breathes in a specifically measured way. She had called in ten minutes ago, her voice hushed and thick with anticipation, and you’d listened attentively as she explained the premise of her call: she was in labor. It isn’t the strangest thing you’ve had to play along with by far, and as the minutes tick by and her ‘contractions’ grow stronger, you inwardly find yourself much more aroused by this than you would’ve thought.

“Mnhh, they’re getting so much stronger now…” she breathes in confirmation, which earns a sound from you that is both sympathetic and teasing.

“Tell me how it feels,” you prompt, reclining back in your chair. Your fingertips trace lazily at your waistline as you do so, silently debating whether to slip further downward. Not yet, you decide. “I want to know everything, sweetheart.” There’s a faint click on the other end, perhaps the sound of your caller’s throat as she swallows hard.

“The pressure is…i-it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before,” the woman murmurs, her voice slightly strained as she fights to speak through what you assume is another one. “I can f-feel the baby moving downwards, little by little…my body’s been opening up for it all day, so it won’t be long until—!” Her sentence abruptly halts, and your eyes widen slightly as you hear what sounds like a faint splashing sound, liquid hitting another surface, the floor perhaps?

Whoever this caller is, she’s really committed to this fantasy, and you’re all too happy to be along for the ride, however odd it may be.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you croon once you’ve gathered yourself again, immersing yourself into her strange roleplay. “Did your water just break?” It takes a second for her to answer you, and for the briefest moment you wonder if the call has dropped. Her voice returns a second later, though, accompanied by that same anticipatory tremor she had when the call first began.

“There’s…fuck, there’s so much of it,” she whispers, grunting softly as she makes herself comfortable, or so you assume. “I-it just keeps coming…the bottom half of my dress is soaked through.”

“Well that won’t do,” you tsk, idly slipping a hand down the front of your pants as you tend to the budding arousal your caller has stoked in you. “It sounds like you’d better take it off, right…?” You draw out the last word seductively, and the effect is instantaneous. She whimpers into your ear before you hear the rustle of fabric, and you imagine what must be happening; her hands shaking slightly as she grasps the hem of her dress, pulling the drenched garment up and off of herself. You shiver slightly as you envision what her pregnant body might look like, before reminding yourself that this is purely roleplay, and you should keep it moving along. “Good girl. Now the rest of it, unless…?”

“T-there isn’t anything else,” she murmurs, almost coyly, and this elicits a pleased sound from you. Your hand works steadily between your legs as you listen to her heavy breaths, no doubt another of her ‘contractions’, and you’re surprised at how much this is actually turning you on. This job certainly has been a journey of self discovery, if nothing else.

“O-ohh—!” This time her voice is laced with urgency, and part of you wonders if she’s actually in pain. But that’s ridiculous, you reason to yourself; if this woman was actually in active labor, there’s no way she would be still on the line with you. No, you tell yourself as you listen to her moaning and panting, she’s just very good at this.

“Sounds like there isn’t much time left,” you purr, and the moan this earns makes a pleased smirk spread across your face. “Am I right, sweetheart? Is it time for my good girl to start pushing?”

“M-mngh, yes…!” she whimpers, and you hear more rustling as she repositions herself. Your mind conjures images of what your caller might look like, sitting naked against the headboard of her bed, legs spread to make room for her swollen belly. You swear under your breath as the image urges your fingers to move faster, but if she hears you she says nothing of it.

“C’mon then, pretty girl,” you urge, curious to see how far she wants to take her fantasy. “Push for me, let me hear it…”

Her response isn’t verbal, but it’s very much audible. A deep, almost primal grunting as she seems to bear down, straining until eventually letting up with a gasp for air. “Coming, it’s c-coming…” she pants, and you absently lick your lips before responding.

“Mm, what a productive push that must’ve been…give me another,” you order, your pulse racing as you hear her obey almost too eagerly. “Again,” you urge when she lets up, reveling in how much she’s become utterly lost in her fantasy. “Again…”

You have no idea how long this call has gone on for, but that doesn’t bother you in the slightest. All you know is that she’s enjoying herself just as much as you are; moans seamlessly intertwining with her cries of mock pain. Until at last, her voice rings out again, seeming to reverberate through your headphones.

“O-ohhhfuck it’s right there—“

“Keep pushing, you’re close, I know you’re close…”

“F-fuck…mnnhhgh!!”

The sounds she makes are unlike anything you’ve heard before, and as you feel yourself reaching your own peak you make a note to thank her for this strange new kink she’s helped you to unlock. Her last moan is a desperate, guttural scream, and there’s a soft muffled sound that must be her slumping back against the headboard. Before you can say a word, though, you hear something else on the other end, something peeking through your caller’s exhausted, labored breaths.

Something that sounds an awful lot like wailing.

“H-haahhh…thank you…for all of your help,” the woman pants hotly, and you can faintly hear her cooing softly to something before the line disconnects, leaving you equal parts aroused and confused. You wonder, faintly, if this means you can technically add ‘midwife’ onto your strange, extensive resume.

[sethmacfarlanedeathpose]

Being filled with squishy slime eggs, but they take up so much space. Doesn't help that your belly is filling up with more slime to cushion the little eggs and keep them same, now your belly is just a tight ball filled with slime and eggs and all your can do is pray that you don't burst