Hiii! My name is Mocha! I'm 19, Afab, she/her, I like men and women and all in-between. I'm fat/chubby. I love the idea of being pregnant. This blog is mainly so I have a place to put my nsfw art and writings
DNI if you're a minor, have an ageless blog, MAGA, or pro-life. I don't wish to deal with that
Kinks/Fetishes: Pregnancy (normal, eggs, hyper, rapid) breeding, birth, birth denial, monsters. I'll think of more eventually lol, just ask.
Please do not dm me for sexting or role play. I'm not the most comfortable with that rn. I prefer asks or casual chatting or memes.
a sub with a slip collar kneeling over their dom(me)'s lap to give birth x a dom(me) who makes them wear it while they grind the crowning bulge of their cunt against their pubic bone, uses tugs of it to give commands while their sub births, and pulls on it to keep them in line when they start getting vocal about the burn and stretch and how it hurts and they can't do it anymore
Anonymous: i've never thought about birth denial in my life but after looking through your blog i'm absolutely in love with it, imagine a chastity belt with something attached to it that sits completely against your cervix so absolutely nothing can come out, you obviously can't take it off your self and you're chained up so all you can do is squirm
iād never thought about birth denial in my life until coming across it through another blog myself but i had much the same reaction as you - my personal preference is birth denial through having it fucked back in but thereās definitely something appealing about a chastity beltā¦ā¦.
Iām thinking about having a dom whoās simultaneously sweet and possessive, someone who wants me all to himself, and so he marks me the best way he knows how - by breeding me, making my belly swell with his child. Now, Iām almost due, and he suggests a chastity belt for the last couple weeks of the pregnancy.Ā āItās a layered reminder of how much control I have over you,ā he says with a knowing grin, so I agree, turned on by the concept.
What he didnāt detail was that there was an enormous plug built into the belt, so when he slides it into my dripping cunt with some difficulty, I gasp and squirm, whining a little as I try to get used to the new discomfort. My dom soothes me.Ā āDonāt worry, itās just a little extra fun,ā he says.Ā āBesides, giving birth is going to be a lot worse. I figured I might give you a bit of practice.ā
In the intervening time, my dom dotes on me, fussing over me to make sure I donāt strain myself too much. Of course, he gives me no sexual pleasure the entire time no matter how needy I get - what else is a chastity belt for?
I get my answer to that question when I feel the pain of labor starting one day when Iām laying on the couch. I try to let my dom know, but he makes no moves to take off the belt.
āHm, I donāt know,ā he says mock-thoughtfully as my belly tightens.Ā āMaybe we should leave it on for just a little longer.ā He shoots me a smile that drips with condescension.Ā āIām the one who gets to say when it can come off, after all. Youāll just have to stay like this until I say so.ā
Whining and whimpering from pain - and from a startling amount of arousal - I ask what will get him to say so. He shrugs.Ā āI donāt know. What IĀ doĀ know is that itās really cute when youāre stuck like this.ā He looms over me, planting his hands to either side of my head.Ā āThat, and I love knowing that I have this much control over youā¦that I can mark you like this, and decide that you have toĀ stayĀ marked for however long I want.ā
Another wave of heat hits me, but at the same time, Iām still in a considerable amount of pain, my inability to give birth simultaneously turning me on and making me suffer. My dom scoops me into his lap, comforting me, stroking my belly, petting my hair as I cry, begging for him to take the belt off - even though Iām not really sure if I want him to.
a cute goddess who keeps getting mortals pregnant even though she isn't technically allowed to
"Loooook I knoooow it's baaad but they look so cuuuuute all knocked up with demigod babies!!! Look at that one, I gave her twins! She can barely walk! Is that not just the cutest thing? And I go down and visit them while they're pregnant to take care of them and they just eat it up... I mean... is this not just a roundabout way to get more mortal followers? I can tell you, she is VERY devout!"
Ugh I love pregnant businessmenā¦ really like the idea of a high level exec with like 800 important projects frantically waddling around in a shirt like four sizes too big for him but the buttons are still straining around the torpedo triplet belly that enters rooms long before the rest of him. Everyoneās afraid to question him but they canāt help but stare at his visibly contracting belly, and he tells them yeah yeah he was supposed to have had the kids and be on paternity leave already, but itās fine, he has so many loose ends to tie up!
He arrived at work at 7AM sharp with the labor suppressants on hand but he hasnāt taken them yet cause theyāre an extreme measure. So even though he keeps having to stop during conversations to lean on tables and groan his way through brutal contractions, he still doesnāt think itās time for the pills. Heās coated in sweat and idly circling his hips as he talks to coworkers, trying to find a way to stand where the lowest babyās head doesnāt feel so heavy.
Heās touching base about his most important project at 10:00AM when he starts to feel the need to push. But he justā¦ doesnāt. Resists it even though it makes him feel squirmy and uneasy and like he wants to scream. Mumbles, āDonāt push, dooonāt pushā to himself as he tries and fails to jog to his office after, too bow-legged by the feeling that a head is about to fall out of him.
He manages to duck into his officeās private bathroom and get his pants off before his water breaks. But when he examines himself in the full length mirror, he finds the first baby already making a bulging dome of his pussy, and resigns himself to pushing it out. He leans back on a chair he brought in for this purpose and watches his cunt slowly flex open with each push, shuddering at the sight. The pressure makes his meta cock stand up, making it look as huge and swollen as it ever has.
After a good half hour of watching the head bob closer and closer to its widest point before sinking back in, it finally stays, spreading his hole in a tight crown. He throws his head back and groans in pain, toes curling as he drags his fingertips delicately over his taut cunt lips. He massages his perineum and applies counter pressure as the head slowly, slowly teases him, always looking ready to pop out. Finally it bursts out, and he yelps, shuddering. He delivers in a few more pushes.
By 11, heās sent his first baby on its way with one of the nannies heās had on standby and is ready to jump back in to his schedule. He tosses back a dose of labor suppressant pills before he goes, and they work like a dream. The contractions ease up enough that theyāre practically background noise, only the pressure of a low head occasionally reminding him that birth is imminent.
He works all the way until 4PM before the pressure starts to be too intense to think through, and he decides he should probably at least check whatās going on down there. He steps into the empty office of someone who went home early and reaches into his pantsāonly to find a head peeking out into his underwear! It thrills him almost as much as it annoys him; they should really have a warning on the label if the pills canāt handle a birth canal thatās already opened for another baby.
Oh well. Nothing for it. He limps back to his office and drops into a squat as soon as he closes the door, groaning at the relief of his pelvis flaring open. He hisses through his teeth as the head surges forward, stinging his cunt, and cups his bulging lips, exhaling shakily as he tries to massage them. The positioning just happens to make his palm into a nice little divot for his swollen cock to rub against, and he feels it going rock hard as his cunt grows round and heavy with the barely-held head. He keeps it there, rocking his hips and massaging for a long while before finally the pressure is unbearable, and he starts to push.
He crowns quickly, and this time as he tends to his stretched lips, he circles his fingertips around his perked cock every once in a while, too, teasing it. When he births the head, the release of pressure almost feels like something more, so much so that it leaves his cock pulsing and tender to the touch. But he leaves the poor little thing lonely while he guides his second baby out, easily pushing out one shoulder and then the other.
After another nanny from his team whisks away the new child, and he rubs the limp, heavy shape of the one remaining in his womb. He glances at his watch, seeing itās only a bit after 4:30. The pills might not be enough to get him through the business dinner tonightāhors d'oeuvres will start at 5:00, main course at 6:00, and the execs will probably want to stay for coffee after the sales guys leave, so that could go to 9 or 10, easy. And with his birth canal now twice-loosenedā¦ he needs something more.
He unlocks the special drawer of his desk and hums thoughtfully as he surveys the contents. His selection of toys has seen a lot of use during his pregnancy; sometimes nothing can satisfy the hormones like wearing a vibe all day or sitting on a dildo during a video call. But one item that hasnāt seen much use is a massive plug. He intended to use it to stretch himself out before the births, but his one attempt to get it in had failed after over an hour of trying. Now, thoughā¦
He spreads his legs, and gently holds his tender, birth-stretched lips back. He had to give up at 3/4ths of the way inside when he first tried it, but this time the plug glides easily to that depth. His aching birth canal clutches at it, and he rolls his head back, squirming in exquisite pain. With slow, gentle screwing motions back and forth, he works the plug in. Itās massive, but it still feels small compared to a head.
āCome on,ā he moans, ācome on, cāAH!ā His body jerks as the plug pops inside, settling happily beyond the still remarkably elastic muscles around his opening, nudging heavily against his poor cervix. He cringes and squirms a little, feeling something almost like suction as his dilated cervix flexes around the blunt nose of the toy. āOhhh fuckā¦ā
Itās massive. His overused cunt stings around it and the discomfort of it peeking into his womb makes him feel almost sick, but he knows one thing for sure: that baby isnāt going anywhere while heās plugged like this.
He staggers to his feet, and spends the whole time getting ready for the dinner groaning loud and long as the plug shifts inside him, its weight bullying his cunt for every moment. His little cock tents his briefs, standing so hard that he can even see it through his slacks, though he doubts anyone else would notice, especially beneath the shadow of his still-huge belly. Though heās pushed out two of the triplets now, his womb still feels half-full, maybe more.
Heās still big enough that no one at the dinner seems to suspect that heās already started delivering. They can tell heās close, what with the slow, wincing, wide-stanced way that he walks, and how he canāt stop shifting when seated, but no one bothers him about it as he keeps his spirits high and the subject on business.
After it takes two employees to help him groan himself to his feet, he waddles heavily into the bathroom to check the plug. Thereās so much pressure that he isnāt surprised when he sees his crotch bulging obscenely low, so stretched that itās shaped like a head is halfway out of him even though thereās barely a glimpse of the dildoās silicone between his puffy red lips. He shudders and strokes his perked dick, eyes rolling back at its sheer sensitivity.
Though he could spend hours touching his birth-swollen cunt, he knows the other execs are waiting for him in the lounge. Heās shuffling slow with a hand to his back and his hips heavily forward when he joins them. Without the employees to behave for, half the exec board is coming over to tease him about how close he looks, and tell him he really should be in the hospital, and feel his still-shockingly-taut belly beneath his straining shirt. He indulges in their attention, subtly rocking his hips to feel the massive plug.
But soon, too soon, he feels the breath-stealing cramp of a head splitting his cervix. His cunt lips sting, cupped between the weight of his plug-deformed pussy and the crotch of his slacks.
With ties loosened around the room and more than a little of someoneās flask of whiskey shared between most of the execs, theyāre bolder in watching him. One of the board members reclines on a couch, trailing fingers over the stark line stretching the crotch of his slacks. The vice president of marketing sits on the arm of a chair, her sharp pencil skirt hiked halfway up her thigh and her hips rolling against the upholstery.
Itās the CFO who finally approaches him.
āWhatās this?ā His deep, cool baritone makes the pregnant man shudder, and thatās before the heavy hand with the Rolex on the wrist cups his bulging crotch. āThe headās coming?ā
āNo.ā He groans and lets his head fall back, settling his weighty cunt in this powerful manās hand. āHeadāsā¦ in my cervix. Mmh.ā The suppressant is beginning to wear off, the single steady cramp heās felt all around his pelvic cradle tightening into something with more promise. āOhhhhā¦ā
āThen whatās this?ā The CFO gently hefts the weight in his hand, and the laboring exec moans wretchedly.
āOhhh, fuck. Itās- a plug. Itās plugging me up. Keeping the baby in. But- I feel it coming.ā Before he knows whatās happening, his cunt bulges and the plug presses firmly against the CFOās palm. āOh- fuck, Iām pushingā¦ ohā¦ā
The CFO makes a low, purring sound. He strokes the straining pussy in his hand. āWhy donāt you show us, baby?ā
His head spins, the burn in his pussy increasing as he pushes the head firmly into his cervix. The contraction passes, leaving him gasping, swaying his hips, groaning. The CFO, still holding him by the bulge of his crotch, guides him by the plugged pussy to an ornate rug in the middle of the room. He unbuttons the laboring execās slacks and tugs them down, along with his soaked underwear.
āCome on, be a team player and show us.ā
His cock aches as he sinks shakily to his knees. As a contraction grips his lower back, he groans and falls forward onto his hands, leaving his bare pussy upturned between his legs, showing the room how it stretches obscenely around the massive plug. The whole room watches as more and more black silicone inches out.
āHoly shit, he really plugged his cunt up,ā someone says.
The exec in the pencil skirt draws a knee up and lets a hand fall between her toned thighs, openly circling two manicured nails over the seam of her pantyhose. āHe likes it. Being good and plugged for us this whole time.ā
With a wrung-out moan, he releases the push, shuddering as he feels his lips suck the plug back in. He rocks in place, limbs trembling as the muscles in his lower body remain seized tight around the head in his cervix.
Heās still catching his breath when his belly tenses towards him again. He gasps, disoriented by how quickly that came on, what was that, a minute? 30 seconds?
āItās coming,ā he groans as his cunt squeezes uselessly around the plug. āThe babyās coming, I need to push it outā¦ā
āHm.ā Footsteps behind him. Then, a playful tap on the base of the plug, barely a nudge but still enough to make him whimper and jerk away from the stimulus. āWell,ā says the CFO, āI guess you need to push out this plug, first.ā
The thing is, he could reach around and get the plug out of his own pussy if it came to it. There is no actual reason to continue to endure this pain, the gut-twisting discomfort of being blocked from birthing.
But his cock is so hard.
Panting, he hangs his head and pushes.
Though the plug is a bit smaller than the heads heās already crowned today, the base is so unforgivingly flat that every time he gets close to expelling it, his burning, swollen cunt lips just wonāt relinquish the corners. He can feel his cunt bulging out far, so stretched that he realizes with a lurch of twisted heat that it will never be the same after this.
And every time the plug sinks back in, the corner drags over his gspot, making his engorged cock jump at the peak of his yawning cunt.
He pushes for a long time, until his whole body quivers and drips with cold sweat. He manages to push the babyās head through his cervix, but that only forces it in alongside the plug, making him wail as the plug wedges at an angle against the wall of his birth canal, straining it well beyond its ability and forcing his opening to stretch abruptly to the left.
āAUGH!ā He sounds like a kicked dog, his voice coming in rasping barks and whines. āFuck, I need it out, I need it out, the head, the headā!ā
āAw,ā says the CFO, pulling out of the drooling minor exec whoās been choking on his cock, āitās okay if you canāt do it. You should have told me it was too big.ā
He pants, feeling the part of the child still in his womb bounce with his aching abdominal muscles. His cunt twitches futilely. Then, when a contraction comes, he tucks his chin to his chest and lows as he pushes with everything heās got. The plug surges inside him, straining at his entrance for a second, two, threeā¦
āAaaaaAAAAUGH!ā A throat-tearing scream busts out of him just as the plug does. The hunk of silicone makes a thunderous noise when it hits the floor, and people around the room gasp and marvel at the sight of it.
The CFO laughs in delight and calls him a good boy, and he only half-listens, because the shoulders of his final baby just spread his cervix and the head is heavy in his cunt. After so much stimulation, the pressure of the skull on his gspot makes his cock so hard it stings.
āOhhhhhā¦ā he starts to rock on his hands and knees, swiveling his hips around. āOh, please. I need it. There, there, thereāā he babbles desperately to his own body as he tries to position it just right, chasing that swelling, pulling feeling beneath the pain, that release just a breath awayā¦
He contracts and screams as he pushes the head to a crown. āIām so full,ā he groans, āso full.ā He hears exclamations and expletives as everyone looks at his swollen pussy framing the perfect circle of the emerging head. āSo full, the pressure, itās so, itās soā¦ā He goes down on his elbows and keeps rocking, moaning brokenly as the position piles pressure on his gspot. His cock is a burning, pulsing point of sensation.
āOhhhh here it comes, here it comes, Iām gonna push it out, Iām gonna, Iām gonnaā!ā He goes lightheaded with effort and feels his cunt budge the head as it clenches, his cock tingling, and-
The sudden relief of birthing the head tips him over the edge, and he screams as he cums, rutting weakly in the air as his twitching cock goes overstimulated and untouched. It keeps washing over him, making him twist and grip at the carpet and keep pushing, and with a surge of agony and unbearable pleasure, he thrusts his hips back and cums out the shoulders.
He collapses with the baby still halfway in his cunt, eyelids fluttering, whole body pulsing. People are speaking to him, but he ignores them for the moment to enjoy the aftershocks; after all, his paternity leave has officially started.
I get pregnant, but I'm pretty quiet about my raging pregnancy kink - of course I am. If people know I'm only having a baby for sexual gratification, what will they think of me?
My roommate, on the other hand.... He's not so lucky as to be able to hide it. We never discuss it, but as I start to grow and fill out, it's obvious it's affecting him. If it wasn't clear enough from his stuttered "no, thank you" when I ask if he wants to feel a kick or the way he gets cagey when I talk about symptoms, it IS obvious from all the boners I see him shifting to hide around me.
Honestly, I need a good fuck too - I should just come out and say it. But it's so fun to find excuses to press my belly up against him, to dress intentionally slutty when we're chilling around the apartment, to moan and groan whenever the baby kicks about how big and tight I'm getting. One time he even dismissed himself from a movie we were watching, and I heard him jacking off in his bedroom.
I'll sleep with him. Eventually. After I've had my fun.
I think my roommate is fucking with me. I tried really hard to be respectful of her pregnancy even though I have a raging pregnancy kink, but as time goes on, she keeps acting more and more out of character...
Like, she always used to dress pretty conservatively, but now she's always in booty shorts and crop tops. Maybe she just doesn't want to buy a whole maternity wardrobe, but I accidentally opened up an Amazon package for her and it was a multipack of little cropped T-shirts, and she's been wearing them nonstop since.
And she was in this maternity yoga class that she loved during her second trimester, but now she's in her third, she always does yoga in the living room. Maybe she just doesn't want to drag herself to the studio?
The physical contact is what's most suspicious, though. She keeps "brushing past" me so that her belly scrapes against me, but there's always so much room for her to pass. Or when she chooses to sit on the spot on the couch directly next to me and slowly "sinks" into the middle of the couch until we're touching.
It's getting hard to hide my hard-ons. I should probably say something, but on the off-chance she's not doing it on purpose, I don't want it to stop. Total boner fuel.
In this house, we appreciate and respect anyone's choice to get pregnant, not get pregnant, or stop being pregnant at any time. Btw. In case that wasn't clear.
Thinking of getting into bed & falling asleep on my stomach as I normally do. This night, Iām a little bloated but itās easily explained by the party I went to earlyāthe food they had was just divine. Yet as Iām pressed against the mattress, my stomach is all I can think about. Itās firm and provides a gentle pressure with each breath.
I take a deep breath and as the air fills my lungs, I can feel something shift and the pressure increase. When I exhale, I donāt deflate. I do this again to the same result. Now, I sense that my knees are carrying most of my weight. I didnāt eat that much, right? I try to move my hips forward, get my stomach flat again, but the movement has a moan slip from my lips. My stomach is entirely firm and rounded out. The more breaths I take, the more I find myself moving the weight to my knees. I press a hand to the mattress and lift myself to my hands and knees.
Like a switch flipped, my stomach balloons out, just barely touching the mattress. I feel full, whatever is occupying my womb fitting comfortably, perfectly inside. My tits have started to ache at this point, swelling as they begin to produce milk. Nothing has ever felt better than thisā¦
My breaths are short as it begins taking more effort to hold myself up, my stomach tender as it presses farther into the mattress. Iām forced to sit upright, knees spread apart as they make way for my middle. Itās almost like this action gave me permission to grow outwards. I have to keep adjusting my knees to comfortably fit myself. Really, all I can think about is how my body aches to be touched. I press a hand to my stomach, but itās not enough. I move my hand to my tits and knead them, gently so the milk drips onto my fingers. Itās exquisite, but not nearly enoughā¦ Pathetically, I rock my hips into the bed. It squeaks and protests at my newfound weight. I go until Iām winded.
The growing subsides shortly, and where I once could fit another person beside me laying down, two if I was being generous, I can feel my stomach peeking over the edge of the bed, my back pressed against the wall. How much longer will I be like this?
In my original setting, the demon in the priestās belly had its own thoughts. But when I drew this comic, I change my mind. I think the demon is some kind of the familiar spirit, itās a part of the priest.
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He sank back against the couch cushions, letting out a long hiss as the heavy weight of his belly pressed into him. The swollen belly rose so far out he could barely see his knees. With every tiny movement of the quadruplets inside, the skin trembled, rolling like restless waves.
āUhhhnādamnā¦ theyāre moving again,ā he groaned, head tilting back. A sharp kick jabbed from the left side, making the belly tilt and ripple sharply. Another push came from the opposite side, the whole mound twisting in two directions at once. His shirt strained over the shifting bulk.
When he leaned forward slightly to reach for his water bottle, the belly rolled downward, spilling heavier over his thighs. āGodsā¦ I canāt keep up with them. They donāt stopāahhhhnāā His hand gripped the edge of the couch, but the belly slid forward under its own weight, bulging and stretching in places, sagging low across his lap.
Lying back flat on the cushions, the weight dragged evenly, making his back arch painfully. The skin stretched taut and shiny across a rising curve at the top as one baby shoved upward, then suddenly dipped as another shifted lower, making the belly wobble and ripple. āLook at thisā¦ it used to sit so highā¦ nowāhhhhnnnālower and lowerā¦ā His breath hitched, chest rising and falling as his pregnant belly rolled like a slow, living tide.
When he turned onto his side, the belly followed him, sliding outward and sagging down against the couch. The quadruplets wriggled and kicked, pushing out in multiple spots. His groan broke out again as one foot jutted sharply to the right, making the whole belly tilt, then settle heavier against his hip. āAhhhāstopāstop moving so muchāhnnnnhhhāhurts when you all push at onceā¦ā
Sitting upright was no easier. The top of the belly pressed high against his chest, while the lower curve sagged down between his thighs. The skin shifted as the babies turned inside, rolling the belly from side to side. āThey used to be high and roundā¦ firm right here,ā he muttered, one hand brushing lightly along the taut skin. āBut nowā¦ itās droppingā¦ so heavy down low. Uhhhhnā¦ā
Even standing was a challenge. The belly hung forward, a full, low curve that swung slightly with every step. A sudden kick from inside made it lurch sideways, throwing him off balance. āEvery time I think youāve settledā¦ hhhhnnnāone of you twists again,ā he groaned, hands supporting the heavy belly. It shifted again, bulging outward then slumping low, quivering with each movement.
He hissed through clenched teeth, one hand holding the top while the other tried to support the underside. āNever still. Never, ever stillā¦ā The babies rolled, rolled, and rolled again, each motion sending ripples across the skin. His pregnant belly wobbled and tilted, first high, then heavy and low, swaying side to side, stretching wider across his lap.
Lying back once more, exhausted, he felt the top curve rise as one baby pushed upward, then a sudden downward dip as another slid low, making him gasp sharply. āAhhhhnāpleaseā¦ just a minuteā¦ā His belly answered with another wave of movement, rolling, twisting, sagging with the restless weight of four little lives inside.
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