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follow with no age in bio = blocked birth kink blog dedicated to giving birth to monsters, eggs, aliens, demons, objectbabies, and maybe, sometimes, rarely, a huge human baby ~breed me and let me whelp your werewolf pups~ 30s trans guy. this is always mpreg.

[screamingandwhelping]

I don’t have notifications turned on for this blog because I get a lot of notifications and I was checking them reflexively at work, and let me tell you, it’s not wise to check your porn blog at work.

[screamingandwhelping]

Thinking of writing something for the post about the moose centaur. But important question, when the calf is born, what comes first? A head like in a human or hoofs like in moose?

I’ve dedicated a lot of time to imagining centaur births of all sorts. 😈 The front hooves come first, with the head close behind. Then you have to birth the first set of shoulders, and then the first body, and then you’re at the second set of shoulders—the moose shoulders. You’re ready to give up at that point, you’ve already given birth to most of the equivalent of a human baby plus the front legs of a moose calf. And the second shoulders are massive. Even once they’re out, you still have to push out the second body, the moose part, and it’s long, and large, and painful. Finally you’re left with only the back legs inside you, but the calf kicks inside your hole as they flail and roll over to stand for the first time. Hopefully you only had a singleton calf, or else you’re about to do it all again in mere minutes…

[preggoliciouslyround]

fuck me until my water breaks on the full moon pleeeeaaaaseeeee. going to be a fun struggle giving birth to these rowdy werepups in here :3 as they roughhouse and kick and distend my aching, taught belly from the inside. they all grow bigger on the full moon as well. wish me luck, I’ll need it when one or two or three of them are inevitably breech, their claws pressed up against and scraping the walls of my birth canal. and every pup seems bigger and bigger…

[screamingandwhelping]

A little werefox screaming and writhing as he pushes on the alpha werewolf’s pups. They’re way too big for him, he knew his love affair had gone too far when he started to swell, but his alpha will be so happy if he can just whelp this litter….

[the-black-manor]

I'm thinking about having a merman mate who's body creates so many eggs that he has to lay every day. Instead of wasting them, he fills my womb with squishy little eggs no bigger than marbles. They don't grow, but he adds more and more each day, until the bulge in my belly has gone from barely noticeable to obviously very pregnant. As they hatch, I push them out into the reef we call home, just little things about the size of sardines. As soon as I'm done giving birth, he gives me another load of fresh eggs. I realize the next day, as contractions begin again, that the way he's impregnated me means that there will be a new batch every day that needs to be birthed. I am, understandably, okay with this.

[foxphantom]

Been thinking about centaur preg. I've always been a fan of centaurs getting pregnant in their human uterus and then birthing into their horse uterus halfway through, then birthing a second time but for REAL.

But I've never really thought about all the implications aside from "haha two births."

Imagine going through your first birth - you have to get used to just how SUDDENLY your horse belly expanded all at once. It's not that much, not yet, but it's noticable.

Imagine going from being able to rub your baby in your human belly all the time to barely being able to reach them, or relying on someone else to rub your baby belly.

Imagine all the pain of giving birth, but then next day you don't have a baby to take care of. In fact, since the baby moved into your horse uterus, it's causing a lot less back pain and balance issues, etc. So you just have to go back to life, but everyone knows you just gave birth.

Imagine being with a centaur going through their first birth, but since there's no exterior hole for you to help massage/spread, all you can do is try to be supportive.

You think your baby is kicky before the first birth, but after? Its horse legs are now developing in earnest and it can kick. And ooh boy does it.

[preggoliciouslyround]

fuck me until my water breaks on the full moon pleeeeaaaaseeeee. going to be a fun struggle giving birth to these rowdy werepups in here :3 as they roughhouse and kick and distend my aching, taught belly from the inside. they all grow bigger on the full moon as well. wish me luck, I’ll need it when one or two or three of them are inevitably breech, their claws pressed up against and scraping the walls of my birth canal. and every pup seems bigger and bigger…

[naught-skull]

fun things to do with your heavily pregnant mate: knot them and tell them to try pushing it out "for practice", but then they get increasingly distressed when they can't and start wondering how the hell they're supposed to push their pups out~

[lightsoutbabw]

Pregnant plush who’s so full that when they bend over the seam between their legs strains with the baby behind it…and then splits.

[fatfemmebear]

Unnamed guy pushing out his monster lover’s offspring 💜

Uncropped version in the reblogs 👀

[fatfemmebear]

Graphic birth under the cut

Poor guy hasn’t even gotten to the hard part yet 😌

I need to draw him at full term because this is his belly halfway to crowning and clenched tight by pushing… relaxed and carrying his whole baby before his water broke, he would have been massive. 🥰 I should draw his monster bulging out his belly with its massive cock as it knocks him up, too 🥰🥰

And here’s a closeup of his pussy because I worked way too hard on it. 💜 Ofc looking at it now I’m like damn I should have drawn his perineum more stretched but oh well

[crowninginmypanties]

Werewolf boy transforming in the moonlit woods while his massive litter of pups spill out of him, far faster and more suddenly than he could have expected. His pack is just watching him, the air tense among them… they’re all gonna fight for the next litter once he’s done.

[taluscite]

ohhh to be kept as a cute little breeding fox for a lovely werewolf couple- they can't produce babies themselves, so they found themselves a cute little fox who will gladly give them as many as they want!

I'd love to be pampered and treated so sweetly throughout my pregnancies, though they'd insist on an at-home, completely natural birth with no one but them. I'd be perfectly fine with that! Sure, foxes are a little small to be having werewolf pups, but i surely can handle it!

There has to be at least 8 or 9 little pups in there, making the last few months especially difficult on me as they become more and more active. They don't want to intervene whatsoever, so I quickly become overdue, my belly slowly swelling more by the day and the pressure on my pelvis increasingly immensely from the weight of all those big pups.

Eventually, my water breaks and I'm hit with painful contractions that absolutely wreck my body. They make sure I'm all comfy in my nest, surrounded by soft, comfortable blankets and pillows so I can be at least a little more comfortable amidst the pain I'm in.

They check my cervix every 20 minutes, feeling it slowly expand to make way for their incoming children. By the time I'm dilated to 10cm, I'm thrashing and wailing in pain, unable to find a comfortable position, but they eventually wrangle me and hold me down, legs spread uncomfortably wide on my back.

"Push, little one." The male, the one who bred me and made me like this, instructs, and soon I'm pushing. Hard. I think I might be screaming? But I'm not quite sure as white hot pain surges through me, the first pup barreling through my poor little body.

They watch happily as the pup slowly makes my entrance bulge, expanding outward as it stretches around the large head. The skin turns almost translucent from how wide its forced to stretch. It takes me a few tries to get the head to stay in place, not reversing my progress the second I stop pushing.

I cry my way through the pain of crowning, the feeling of my entrance burning and stretching around the widest part of the head. About 20 minutes later, the head finally bursts out, making me wail in relief, though I'm not out of the woods yet. I still have to birth the shoulders.

It takes me a while, but soon the pup is sliding out of me, and is brought to my tit to suckle. I can't rest though, as I feel another pup barrel its way down. There was 9 of them after all!

It takes a few days of labor for all 9 to emerge, and by the end, I am exhausted and in so much pain. My entrance feels raw, stretched from the exertion of birthing 9 little werewolf pups, who were all quite active and noisy.

The werewolf couple practically begged me to have another litter for them, as I was such a good breeder, producing a huge litter of strong, healthy pups for them. And who am I to say no? They treat me so well, and I couldn't help but envision giving birth again, maybe next time to even more pups. I wanted to be immobile my next pregnancy.

I'd be the perfect breeder for them <3

[screamingandwhelping]

Pregnant werewolf who really should have gone on paternity leave a week ago. Labors all day at work. Water breaks on the way to the bus, but he knows what to do. Whelps out a pup at the bus stop, fully clothed, and pulls it out of his pants. Rides the bus feeling the next one coming but pants through it. Crouches on the sidewalk outside his apartment building and whelps it. Finds himself alone in the elevator and whelps the third. Juggles his keys and three newborn pups, finally gets into his apartment, closes the door, lets out a low howl as his fourth descends. Waddles to the bathroom, wraps his first three pups in towels, and turns on the bathtub. He can’t help it, the fourth one is whelped on the bath mat while the tub fills up. Finally he lowers himself into the water, naked, and starts pushing in earnest. He’s tired by the seventh, whimpering and crying by the ninth, and screaming helplessly through the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth. His battered pussy squeezes out lucky number 13 at dawn.

[screamingandwhelping]

Massive moose centaur holding himself up on the trunk of an oak, straining to push out his overdue calf…his massive belly speaks of twins, or even triplets…

[pregobirthlvr]

im a lil too shy to roleplay but i wanted to toss in an idea!! i think about penis birth a lot, and lately ive been thinking about it happening with like. eggs?? their hard surface has a lot less give than a squishy infant, so whoever's birthing them really has their work cut out for them. ive also been thinking about a birther jerking their cock off in an attempt to get the eggs to their tip faster. even if the crowning is agonizing, they just want it over with... but if theyre too careless while stroking themselves, they could jostle an egg into a more difficult position to birth, like sideways.

i just think theres a lotta potential for cock birth with hardshell eggs. hope this is interesting!

- W

Hard Shell, Hard Times

Word count: 900

I remember the day you told me the truth. You weren't originally from here and were looking for an incubator for your eggs. I was hesitant at first. My body wasn’t designed to incubate eggs. You assured me that didn’t matter. You lay your eggs deep inside the urethra, so any sex will do.  So one passionate and pleasurable night later I was full of over two dozen of your eggs. 

Nothing felt too different at first. Besides you insisting on keeping me full of cum due to it helping the eggs grow. As time went on the eggs grew and my belly swelled to that of a full term pregnancy. I couldn’t see my penis anymore over my huge belly. Soon after I felt the shells beginning to harden, which you explained meant I was close. 

Then the day came. The day my penis began to leak clear fluid and my eggs suddenly felt much lower. My penis and pelvis throbbed with pain as my contractions started. I breathed through most of them. You told me to let my cock loosen up so the eggs can come out easier. But as time went on this became harder and harder. The pain and frequency of my contractions increased. I could feel the eggs begging to line up behind my urethra. 

“How big are they supposed to be again?” I ask, gasping through another contraction. 

“Most are the size of large chicken eggs. But some can be larger, even getting to the size of a lemon.” You inform me. “Lets hope yours are average.” 

I nod as an answer. A new contraction rushed through me. The urge to push is greater than ever. 

I give in, I bare down and push.The first of my eggs starts to push forward into my penis.  I cry out and reach down. I grip the base of my penis and start to tug. The small amount of pleasure was helping. I gasped and bore down again. The tip of the first egg pushed itself down into my still tight urethra.

I now understood why waiting was necessary. The stretch of the eggs sliding down felt like I was being torn in half. The hard shell made it much more difficult than if it had even a little bot of give. I rubbed the taught skin surrounding the eggs. I jerked myself off harder as the next contraction started. I pushed hard again. The egg slid further along. I cried out in pain as it made its way further out. Just as the eggs fully entered my penis I felt the second eggs start to enter my base. 

I let out a cry as the first egg reached my tip. The second egg was fully inside my penis. A third was starting to stretch the base. I was jerking myself off with a desperation for any sort of relief. The only kind I was receiving was feeling the eggs move down faster. So with each contraction I gripped my shaft, there was no longer any pleasure, just the desperate need to get my eggs out. 

Then the stretch began at the head of my penis. My hole burned and ached from the hard tip of my first egg. I screamed through the burning and panted through what felt like tearing. Until finally the first eggs popped free. I barely had time to catch my breath before the next egg was sliding down, freeing itself with a wet pop. The pattern continued. I pushed out 5 eggs, before most of my crying became exhausted moans. 2 more before my hand started to get tired and slowed down. 8 more before I felt something was majorly wrong. 

My eyes flew open when I started to feel one of my eggs begging to turn in my shaft. The pain was excruciating, the skin stretched beyond anything it's already done. I tried to massage it back into place. Yet nothing worked. I screamed as my next contraction kept my eggs moving. The turned eggs stretched my penis the whole way out. I tried again to turn it before it reached my hole. I frantically tried to jerk it back into place. Until I felt the pain and my body started to push against my wishes. 

The egg surged forward against my hole. The skin stretched to accommodate, it sent white hot pain shooting up though my penis. I screamed and jerked myself off faster, trying to squeeze my hand at the head to get the egg out quicker. I pushed once then twice and with a shriek the eggs popped out. 

I barely had to push for the next three to come slipping out. I panted through my next 4. Now being much more careful jerking off as to not turn another egg. 

Then, I finally felt the last egg enter my penis. My contractions had weakened but thankfully I was loose enough I could push out the last 3 eggs stuck in my penis with my hand. Sliding them down my wrecked and stretched penis until they slipped free from the tip with little resistance. 

I collapsed backward. My stomach deflated and my penis, stretched and damaged, hanging limp between my legs. 

“26 eggs…” I groan. 

“That was good for your first clutch.” You say happily. “They only get larger now that your body is used to it. 

-

I had a couple of asks with this theme so I hope you all enjoy!

[grave-avian]

getting fucked full of fish eggs. there's hundreds of thousands of them, all bulging your tight womb so much that your belly hangs down the second you stand up. that's a little too uncomfortable, so you manage to pick up your own belly and hold it up to lessen some of the stretch, but you feel all of them shift lower. you're trying to waddle to the bathroom, still holding your giant belly, but they're slipping past your cervix with every movement.

you're about halfway to the bathroom when your body decides that it doesn't want to wait any longer, all of these eggs are coming out now. the first contraction hits and you nearly collapse as hundreds of eggs all come gushing out of you, getting stuck in your panties before rolling forward and back and down your thighs.

the contraction stops, but the eggs don't, now leaking out of you in a slow trickle. it felt so fucking good to feel all of those tiny things rushing out of you at once, you have to keep going. you brace yourself against the wall and bear down, moaning as you feel the eggs rush out in a steady stream. it doesn't look like your belly has gone down at all. it's going to be a long night.

[naught-skull]

fantasizing about the start and stop feeling of pushing a clutch of eggs out. the first one hurts, but after a few pushes it's out, and it's manageable. you get a few moments of relief, then you have to push again. the pain flares, and it hurts worse because of the time that it was gone, but it's still not too bad. you keep pushing, and you thought they'd get easier, but they don't. each one leaves you more exhausted. by the fifth you're moaning for it to stop for good, but you can feel another dropping down, stretching you out around it. it burns and you push and even when you get it out, that doesn't mean it's over. you have to push again. your massive belly hangs heavy with the weight of all the eggs you have left to get out. you don't know if you can. you push another out, groaning as it drops out of you. by ten you're sobbing, begging. you can't do this anymore. there are too many. you're so tired. another starts to stretch your sore hole and you push, but it's not hard enough and it slips back in. you want it out. someone please take it out. it's a struggle before it finally drops down with the others. but then there's another one. there's another one. there's another one. please just let this end.