Lexiii

NB 18 us with a huge pregnancy and birth kink open to rp and kinky chat etc pronouns she/he/they

[slvttypreggoboii]

Hiii they’re welcome to my page I mostly just post my horny thoughts and what not and media I like I like to talk and rp as well I’m always open to it I have basically zero limits and yes that includes dark things but I love pregnancy and birth related things for the most part

Bump dump = belly picture dumps

Horni brain = my horny thoughts

Preggo caps = horny thoughts but with pictures

My limits that I do have - gas,feeding,vore,inflation

[slvttypreggoboii]

If my belly isn’t big enough to where people are asking if it’s twins or assuming it’s multiples when in reality it’s just one toddler sized singleton in there then something’s not right 🤷🤷🤷

[slvttypreggoboii]

Adding onto this I love the idea of shopping while very pregnant and the young lady at the baby store who knows little to nothing about pregnancy just assumes I need a twin stroller and then has to explain why she thought that when I tell her there’s only one 🤭🤭🤭🤭

[slvttypreggoboii]

If my belly isn’t big enough to where people are asking if it’s twins or assuming it’s multiples when in reality it’s just one toddler sized singleton in there then something’s not right 🤷🤷🤷

[slvttypreggoboii]

Clueless little munchkin in labor while age regressed that’s it that’s the post

[nohate21]

Ok, so I've heard it's really painful in real life, but that thing they do when/after you are giving birth the fundal massage or whatever.

Bro that turns me on so much. Like just pushing down so hard on a big pregnant belly??? Please. I swear I could cum just watching it.

(I know it's a weird kink. I don't think I'd do it to someone in real life. Don't cancel me.)

[heatdrunk]

thinking about all the ways u can talk dirty to a pregnant partner before they start to show,,,,,,

“oh, look at you, sweetheart. if i didn’t already know you were knocked up i could figure it out just from looking at your puffy pregnant cunt.”

“soon you’ll be so big that everyone can see what i did to you, but for right now it’s just between us. so good for me, carrying our little secret.”

“you’re already glowing, look how flushed you are.”

“poor thing, are your tits already getting sensitive this early on? i can only imagine how much worse it’s going to get.”

“that’s right, baby, take the cock that knocked you up. take the cock you got yourself good and pregnant on.”

“god your pussy feels even better now that i’ve claimed your womb. it’s like your body knows it’s all mine.”

“of course i’ll finish inside you. not like you can get any more pregnant than you already are.”

“you want my cum sweetheart? go on. ask for it. tell me you wanna be filled with the cum that bred you.”

[pushingforever]

agreeing to fuck them into labor and then it progresses so fast they end up pushing a baby out in your bed >>>>>

[thepregkeeper]

switching to anal when it gets low so i can keep bouncing on it and deliver onto their chest >>>>>

[wannafillyou]

Those selfies you took at work were looking a little more well rounded these days…

[crowninginmypanties]

Bro, your pregnant belly is so fucking huge… I can’t believe you let some guy knock you up so good, that’s really fucking gay dude… how many babies are you having anyway?

I uhhh… I took a hyperfertility drug and then had gay sex with like 5 guys at the same time last night… I have no idea how many babies I’m having, but it could be hundreds…

Wait what?!?! Bro, you got pregnant yesterday? You look like you’re about to whelp in your gay little panties, bro… you mean to tell me you still have 9 months left?

[alliecat8888]

She looks exhausted

[bulgingpushh]

thinking about screaming in pain and fear as i clutch the sheets while i give birth to the massive head. it burns and hurts and doesn’t stop even when the head comes out, i need to finish giving birth NOW.

[bellyvirtues]

"Look, your baby's finally starting to open you up. The head's right there. It's got a lot of hair, the same colour as yours."

"C'mon, you can give me little pushes, right? Just liiittle pushes, like this- ah, ah, ah. Yeah, just like that, there we go."

"Shh, shh... It hurts, I know. But you're screaming a lot already, and you're not even crowning."

"Keep going, small pushes, ease the head out."

"It's coming out so slowly, I know. But you need to be gentle, you'll tear if you're not careful..."

"Look at that, now you're crowning! Reach down and feel how big the head is. You'll need to rest, let your body adjust."

"No, don't push- *stop* pushing, let yourself stretch... Pant like this, huff huff huff... Pant it out..."

"I know, it's so much pressure... you're still going? You need to push that bad, hm?"

"See? There's something to scream about... I said you were going to tear, and you didn't listen to me."

"But look, the head is out... I know, that hurt a lot, didn't it?"

"Listen to me now, keep pushing.. we've got to get those shoulders out."

[shockspectrum]

(keep me anonymous in case anon breaks please <3)

cw for mentions of piss

So I found out recently that for home births sometimes nurses/midwives set down puppy pads to keep all the fluids from getting every where and that's sparked a ton of fantasies for me.

A dogperson whose water breaks, but their owner either didn't know they were pregnant or is neglectful and makes them stay outside and scolds them for "pissing on the floor". Now they're stuck birthing their whole litter outside, without any help.

or alternatively, owner who knows their pup is pregnant and wants to "help", but sets down only one or two puppy pads and tells them not to move off of them because "that's not what good dogs do" and calls them a good boy/girl for staying on them. The dogperson can only give birth in a limited amount of positions and switching to a different one in such a small space is awkward at best and impossible at worst.

doggy howling in birth pain outside in the grass and getting annoyed neighbors snapping at them to shut up because they think they're just a loud annoying dog and don't realize there's a massive pup fighting its way out of them <3

[shockspectrum]

stealth jacked gym bro getting knocked up. can anyone hear me

[emptyovenboy]

... Like this?

[shockspectrum]

EXACTLY LIKE THIS HELLO

[tightbellies]

[doing-swell]

Literal goals

[femalegazeforpregnancy]

My hand is under my belly- the crease where my hips meet my forward growing and rounding abdomen. If you were to look at me you’d guess I’m 5 months along at least. And that was the problem. I was only 8 weeks, but it was my fourth pregnancy and with each new pregnancy my body was giving itself away sooner and sooner each time.

Im staring at myself in the mirror. Wearing sweats and a sports bra thats a little too tight, no shirt, with my hair up in a messy bun. I look way too pregnant this early on. There was absolutely zero chance I was going to be able to hide this at all. I was already starting to round out and poke through some of my shirts.

“There is literally no way I can hide this one”

I couldn’t stop staring at myself in the mirror, I rubbed my soft belly, half expecting to feel a kick just from the size I was even though I knew it was weeks too soon. With my hand still on my belly, I thought about how badly I wanted to show with my first pregnancy. I couldn’t show fast enough and I didn’t pop out enough either. And now I took a test because I thought I already looked pregnant and the test only confirmed it.

The first time you got me pregnant I asked you every single day if you could tell I was pregnant yet, If I looked it, if you thought people we knew could tell, if you thought strangers who saw me in public could tell. I wanted people to know I was pregnant so bad and I carried that pregnancy so small. The milestones felt like they took forever and a day to reach. At that time I always wanted to be bigger. I saw moms on their second and third pregnancies and saw they had the bellies I wanted. And now, on my fourth, I’m bigger than I thought to be at this stage and I can’t believe how fast everything is happening.

You walk in and look at me grinning, pleased with yourself. “I love seeing you like this. It lets the world know you’re mine”

“Im too big for this early!”

“Are we sure they measured you right?”

“Yes!! How am I supposed to hide this from anyone when this bump is already taking shape under my clothes! Look at how much I’m already protruding!”

“So we can’t have another after this…?”

I roll my eyes. “That’s not what I said”

And I was right. I couldn’t hide it. People were already looking at me. Strangers not knowing any better looked at my belly more than any other pregnancy (or maybe I just paid even more attention) and friends and family that noticed my shirts fitting snug or round asked “another one…?” Since I had recently just had our last.

And to make it worse, it was June. There was no way to cover up and hide it. Much too warm for that. At home I wore a bra but no shirts. In public I wore loose flowy clothing.

Everything hit sooner and harder. I was sleepier. I wanted more naps. I was hungrier. My cravings were so intense and I felt like I couldn’t stop eating.

I was also worried that I’d need to get even bigger maternity clothes than I already had. My belly button was already starting to change! From an innie to getting more and more shallow by the day.

By August, the four months mark, I was already starting to slow down how quickly I could lift myself up from sitting down. I started seeking out chairs that had arm rests so I could gently let myself down and push myself up. I started needing to pause what I was doing to take deeper breaths. I could not believe I was already breathing heavily and groaning to push myself up. When I had to sit on a bench, you knew the drill. You automatically got up and gave me your hand to pull me up when I had no armrests to help hoist myself up. And we both used those moments to gauge how much heavier I’d become since whenever the last time was that you had to pull me up. I didn’t need to beg you to notice how much I grew each day anymore. We could feel me weighing more each time.

I also carried this pregnancy much lower than my previous ones. My third was low but this felt even lower. If I wasn’t wearing a dress, my stretch mark filled belly was peaking out the bottom of any top I had. I realized quickly that it would only be a matter to time before dresses as shirts were going to be the only thing that fit me.

As I progressed stomach looked like it was carrying and being weighed down by a bowling ball. Besides the fact that I was putting on weight more quickly, the way I was carrying the extra weight was affecting my posture. I had given up on trying to prevent stretch marks after my second pregnancy. And they definitely were here during this fourth.

My belly was not the only place I was full of stretch marks on my body- I was spilling out of my shirts. Everything I wore looked inappropriate because it all was too tight. You loved telling me how much you loved to see my boobs jiggle as I walked around. When we lay in bed at night together you often gently use a finger to trace the stretch marks on my body, it helps with the self consciousness that kicks in when your body slowly stops remaining to be just yours.

By five and a half months I was already starting to feel the onset of waddling. People were constantly asking me when I was due and shocked at how much time I still had to go. I would get asked it I was having multiples constantly. And I was already able to start using my belly as a desk.

My body was always a play toy for you and my pregnant body was your favorite play toy. Whether it was absent-mindedly, while you were driving, when we were spooning, when you were lifting my belly to give me relief, or just because you wanted to feel, I loved it. Feeling your hand on me whenever I am pregnant feels better than having your hands on me when I’m not.

Now officially I my third trimester, I already looked ready to pop completely. I was so uncomfortable, I was starting to grow from big round belly to a belly that has nowhere to grow but forward. What was before a bowling ball shape now has a become a heavy round belly that has distinct downward curve that forced me to lean even further back whenever I have to walk (waddle slowly) in order for me to counter the weight pulling me forward. A layer of fat adds permanent love handles that fold at my hips.

I feel ridiculous in my own body. Every part of me is beyond the size of how I had previously carried. My widened hips are forcing me to waddle and prevent anything I owned from fitting. I feel like a caricature of myself. My heavy downward curved stomach refuses to be fully covered unless I wear maxi dresses. My tits is spilling out everything I own. Everything has stretch marks. Under my belly button, my tits, my widened hips, my bigger and softer ass.

And yet. When you come from behind me to lift the fourth belly you’ve given me to help alleviate the back pressure and you whisper in my ear “can we do this one last time?” I can’t find it in me to say no. When you slowly release and the belly goes back to pulling me forward, I wonder if this is the last time I’ll ever feel this way again.

[zadiecomics]

Birthing Ball