My pronouns are he/him but they/them are fine. If you misgender me, I will block you.
I am a trans man who has not had any surgery but I am on testosterone.
This is a pregnancy kink blog. I really like mpreg the most but all pregnancy is beautiful.
You will get blocked if you follow and are underage or do not have an age listed on your Tumblr blog.
If you want to talk with me, you must be at least 24. You can follow at 18, but for conversations you must be 24. This is because of my own personal beliefs about age gaps in relationships.
nothing like a boy and showing up to a first date just pregnant enough to hide it, but enough that he's feeling his baby roll and squirm for hours, all through dinner, the movie, etc <3
I catch myself against the pole with a sharp breath, both hands gripping the cold metal while my belly drags heavily forward beneath the thick pullover I'm wearing. The movement makes my babies shift all at once inside me. Dense rolling pressure under impossibly stretched skin, bodies pressing against bodies, nowhere left for them to go.
I grab the pole hard enough that my wrist aches.
My pullover has ridden up almost to the curve of my navel again.
I yank it down instantly, heart pounding, but the fabric only clings tighter across the enormous shape underneath. There's no disguising it anymore. The sweater outlines everything - the impossible roundness, the stretched-tight mass, even the uneven movements shifting beneath my skin.
I can feel people noticing.
I keep my head down.
Please don't look at me.
Another painful roll moves through my belly. One baby drags heavily across my side while another pushes low enough to make my breath catch. The pressure inside me is unbearable now, packed so tightly that every movement feels trapped beneath my skin.
My whole stomach visibly ripples.
I clamp a hand under my belly, rubbing the sensitive skin under my sweater like I can calm them, calm myself, calm the awful pressure dragging lower and lower inside me.
God, I'm so full.
Too full. Too swollen. Too obvious.
The train windows throw my reflection back at me in dark smears between station lights: flushed face, hunched shoulders, both hands cradling a belly so huge it dominates the rest of my body completely. I look indecent. Like something private exposed under fluorescent lights.
A contraction starts low in my back.
Fuck.
The tightness spreads through my abdomen with brutal force, pulling my stomach hard and high until it becomes almost perfectly round beneath the sweater. I gasp softly and lean into the pole before I can stop myself.
Please not now.
The babies react immediately.
They're squirming inside of me during the contraction, heavy movement trapped inside the rigid tightness of my body. One presses outward so sharply near my ribs that I actually see the bulge through the wool.
Someone nearby notices. I hear the sharp inhale.
Humiliation crashes through me so hard my eyes sting.
I rub my belly faster now, desperate circles beneath the strained underside, trying to ease the crushing downward pressure between my small hips. My legs are trembling. I can feel how low they are now - all that weight pressing into my pelvis with terrifying insistence.
I just need to make it home. I just need to hold them in.
Then suddenly there's a body behind me. A man.
Too close.
Before I can move, a big hand slides around my side and cups the underside of my pulsing belly.
I freeze in horror.
His palm spreads beneath the huge weight almost possessively, fingers pressing deep into the oversensitive underside where I've been rubbing myself raw for weeks trying to relieve the strain.
“Oh wow,” he says quietly behind me. “You're ready to pop, hm? ”
Heat floods my entire face.
I try to pull away instinctively, but another contraction hits at the exact same moment and my body folds helplessly instead, a broken sound escaping my throat.
His hand tightens.
“There you go,” he murmurs. “You're so ripe.”
My belly clenches rock hard beneath both our hands.
The babies shove violently during the contraction, trapped movement rolling visibly across the front of my stomach. My pullover lifts higher again as I arch involuntarily, exposing the full strained curve of my belly to everyone nearby.
I hear someone whisper.
I want to cry.
But the man behind me doesn't move away.
His other hand settles over the front of my aching stomach, broad palm spread over the tightest part like he's testing the firmness of it. Then he starts rubbing slowly downward over the curve while I stand there shaking against the pole, whimpering quietly.
“Easy,” he says near my ear. “Everyone's noticing. ”
I can barely breathe from shame.
His hands are everywhere now - under the belly, across the front, massaging the tight stretched skin while strangers pretend not to stare. My body betrays me completely by responding to the relief. The upward support eases the dragging agony in my back enough that my knees nearly buckle.
“Oh my God,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
He chuckles softly behind me.
“They're really lively.”
And they are.
The babies roll heavily beneath his hands as though reacting to the pressure. One pushes outward in a slow hard sweep across the front of my stomach, visibly distorting the sweater. Another drives down low enough to make me gasp and widen my legs for balance.
I feel overwhelmed. Animalistic. Insane.
The man keeps rubbing my belly like it belongs to him now.
“So round,” he murmurs. “Must be ready to burst.”
The words hit me like a slap.
Because that's exactly how I feel.
My stomach feels stretched beyond endurance, skin tight and aching over too much life packed inside me. Every contraction squeezes the babies downward harder, and every movement inside me feels lower now, heavier, unbearably urgent.
I'm breathing too fast.
The train rocks again and I clutch the pole desperately while his hands continue roaming over the massive curve of my belly in full view of everyone.
Fell asleep wearing my fake belly. Woke up horny and ready to use my freshly charged vibrator. Was really going to let the feeling last. But my body had other things in mind and I came almost instantly.
want to feel someone’s cum sloshing around in my womb; i want it to bloat me a little. i want to feel full and taken care of, and get cum on my fingers any time i try to finger myself shortly after. i just want to feel so full.
i want to realize, maybe two or three weeks later that the bloat hasn’t gone down at all—it’s firmer, now.
So how about a slime creature that grows when it's placed in water?
At least, that's what it said on the website. Or… what you thought it said on the website? The whole thing had been in Latin, you'd had to use a shitty translation app to help you navigate buying the slime.
Which had maybe not been the best idea.
You scratched your head as you peered down into the bathtub. The slime was a luminous blue, utterly mesmerising as it floated in the water. But it had only grown two or three inches, a far cry from the infinitus the website had promised. Had they sent you a dud? What was the store's return policy? Were you gonna have to run the whole stupid thing through the translation app too?
Just the thought made you groan.
"Ugh, I just wanna cum, I don't wanna do more work." Continuing to grumble under your breath, you scooped the slime out of the tub. It was about the size of your palm, an oddly affectionate little creature. You peered at it curiously as it curled around your fingers and wrist.
Okay, now you were, like… two percent less willing to send the slime back.
Bathwater trickled down your bare skin as you headed back to your bedroom. The slime had securely wrapped itself around your wrist—it wasn't cute, it wasn't—so you had to snatch up your lap top one handed and scoot awkwardly back on the mattress until you were reclining on your mountain of plushes and pillows.
You pulled up the site you'd bought the slime from, squinting at the screen where most companies kept a little Contact Us link.
"Who the fuck hosts a website in Latin?"
Who the fuck buys sex toys from a website hosted in Latin? a sensible voice in the back of your mind countered.
Muttering under your breath, you spared a brief moment to be grateful the little slime was moving around, creeping curiously up your arm and into the crook of your elbow. Which was perfect, because that meant you could try and fail to translate this stupid goddamn page with both hands.
You spent the next fifteen minutes alternating between cursing and… Well, no, you were just cursing. And all the while, the little slime was creeping along your skin, tickling down from your arm and across your belly. The touch was cool and slightly sticky, but not unpleasant. You were about to reach over to move it—it slipped passed your bellybutton—when you saw what you were looking for.
"Finally!" You shifted on the mattress, slime forgotten as you clicked the link and began working on translating that. So focused on what you were doing, you didn't notice as the slime moved lower… and lower…
… and lower…
"Eeek!"
The slime had found the entrance to your cunt and was burrowing inside you. Shocked little jolts of pleasure burst through you as you squirmed; you shut your laptop with shaky hands, almost tossing it across the room as your hands dropped to your pussy. The little slime was too quick, though, slipping through your folds and deep into your cunt in a matter of seconds.
And then you didn't want to stop it.
A suprised little moan escaped you as the creatures seemed to twist and turn inside you, rubbing against your walls in the most delicious way. Your earlier irritation dissolved into nothing as arousal took its place, your cunt getting soaked embarrassingly quickly.
Okay, maybe I don't need that return policy after all.
Fuck, the little slime was relentless, writhing around in your cunt that made your hips buck, searching for friction that wasn't to be had. Maybe this could work out if you humped a pillow or—?
The slime was getting bigger.
You hadn't noticed at first, too surprised by what it was doing to take notice of its size. But there was no denying it; the wetter you got, the more the little—or not, at this point—slime seemed to lap it up. And that was when realisation dawned.
Maybe the slime had just needed a different kind of wetness.
The creature was lengthening inside you, thickening in a way that made a delighted cry slip free from your throat without your permission. The wet sounds of your cunt filled the air, the most heavenly, hedonistic accompaniment to your loud moans. Something slick and cool flickered over your clit, sending a rush of pleasure through you as your pussy gushed.
You stared down at yourself, willing the slime to emerge, just for a second, so you could get a look at it. The slime must have easily doubled in size by now, and it showed no signs of slowing down.
It was getting hard to think. Your hands moved up to cup your tits, rolling your nipples and squeezing. Delicious… The slime was pressing into you ever more deeply, seemingly ravenous as it feasted on your wetness. You were edging closer and closer to orgasm, your whole body tightening as the creature played with your clit and the exquisite sensations flooded through you.
"Fuck… oh, fuck… hngh…"
A choked off scream as you came, your eyes rolling back in your head, your entire body thrashing with the force of it. You'd orgasmed like this before a few times, had made a total mess of your bed…
But that wasn't a problem tonight because the slime was absorbing it all.
You felt the creature growing even bigger and you watched, turned on beyond imagining, as you finally saw something wriggling out of your cunt.
Tentacles, you realised. The little slime had grown tentacles. And they were changing colour, going from blue to a deep purple, almost black. They slithered out of your body, the appendages wrapping around your legs and spreading you open further with surprising strength. And all the while, it kept fucking you, relentless, your earlier orgasm seemingly making the creature hungry for more.
Another tentacle crept around over your tummy, feeling your skin curiously and leaving a sticky residue behind. Your eyes widened as you watched the slime bump against your fingers, nuzzling at your tits. Following the wordless command, you let your hands slide down to the bed beneath you. Its touch is gentle, exploratory. There was something about the way the slime moved that made you think it was testing your reactions, studying how your body responded to it cupping your tits and playing with your nipples.
Your moans were near constant by now. The slime seemed to zero in on every erogenous zone, coaxing more wetness from your cunt. A dwindling corner of your mind still capable of rational thought remembered the website's promise that the creature would grow exponentially in the right environment.
Gotta remember to leave a five-star review.
The creature was growing right before your eyes. Whatever it needed, it was getting straight from your soaked cunt. Helplessly little grunts spilled passed your lips as the slime continued to fuck you, its tentacles toying with your nipples and nudging against your asshole only adding to the ecstasy.
"Uh… uh… uh…" Your eyes rolled back as you panted for breath; you didn't think anything had ever fucked you as good, gone in as deep…
The creature shoved itself between your parted lips, not hesitating until it hit the back of your throat. You thrashed at the sudden intrusion, but the tentacles were inhumanly strong. Its limbs held fast to your legs and wound around your arms, keeping you spread open to its ministrations. The slime thickened in your mouth, threatening to cut off your airway, and you didn't think you'd ever felt better.
And so you stopped resisting.
gluk… gluk… gluk…
Your limbs went limp, pliant, as the creature continued fucking you; the tendril probing at your asshole had slipped inside you, stuffing you almost impossibly full. One glance down at your midriff revealed a sizeable bulge, bobbing up and down in time with the slime's thrusts. A delighted, garbled sound slipped passed the tentacle fucking your throat.
gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk
You'd order the little slime thinking to use it as a sex toy; now, here the creature was using you as its cocksleeve.
The thought sent you over the edge. You came again, so hard and for so long that the world threatened to go dark around you. Body spasming, dark spots dancing in front of your vision, you almost missed the way the creature's tentacles thickened inside you, the force of its thrusts getting even harder and faster.
Was it… Was it going to cum inside of you?
Your whole body erupted in a frenzy of movement. Bucking back against the tentacles fucking you, you squeezed your cunt around the slime, milking its enormous girth with your inner walls. You sucked and slurped at the tendril in your mouth, eagerly bobbing on it and making drool run down your chin and onto your tits.
Make me your cum dump… please, just cum inside me…
The creature seemed to read your mind.
It sped up, fucking you harder and harder, faster and faster, until finally…
Cum gushed into you, the creature returning everything it had taken from you tenfold. You gulped down its cum eagerly; your tummy rounded out as it spurted inside you, filling you to the brim, and leaking out of you as it continued to piston in and out of you.
You didn't know how much time had passed. All you could do was tremble, your whole body aching in the most delicious way. Gradually, the tentacles around your arms and legs and waist released their hold on you. The slime, you realised mournfully, was getting smaller. Although, you noticed with a distant interest, it hadn't reverted to its original blue hue.
Now that your arms were free, you could heave yourself up onto your elbows to peek down at your cum-swollen belly; you looked like you were in your second trimester.
The thought sent another gush of wetness to your cunt, making the slime writhe inside you weakly. It seemed the creature was as worn out as you were. Another few minutes, and the little slime disappeared from view completely, although it remained inside you, effectively plugging you up.
You kinda didn't want it to leave.
Exhaustion was tugging at you, making your eyelids flutter shut. Letting out a massive yawn, you struggled to roll over onto your side; one arm slipped under a nearby pillow, the other cradled your distended tummy.
Can't wait for round two…
It was your last thought before you fell into a dreamless sleep.
hey you if you can get pregnant that means that you can get pregnant. if your body will allow it, you can literally get grindr or something and go get knocked up TODAY. and if it doesnt stick, you can just keep trying until it does. you can just do that. in fact, often it's harder to NOT get knocked up. do you ever think about that? how you're one impulsive decision, one mistake, one broken condom away from being a parent?
a boy who has an appointment to get a birth control implant in a month or so but turns up to the appointment unknowingly pregnant because he just couldn't help himself. a boy who obviously can't get the implant until he either does something about the fetus or has it, another whole 8 months down the line. he really means to get rid of it, he can't have a baby, this is so embarrassing... but a few life and work things get in the way and sooner than he knows it he's stuck too far along to do anything but wait it out.
