please (don't) let me push

22 - europe - he/him - pregnancy and birth denial

[stupidlypregnant]

Hi, you can call me bunny or other sweet names 😇

I'm a - mostly, not exclusively - submissive ftm trans boy (top surgery, on ttt, still have a pussy) and I'm looking for a dom that fills up my empty tummy with lots of baby bunnies.

My main kinks are pregnancy and labor - the harder the better. Please make me uncomfortable, make me struggle. Birth denial is my biggest turn on 🥺

Now I need to be harsh for a second because wtf are these messages I recieve? Before you contact me, read until the end.

I am a human being. You have to respect me to earn my interest in letting you disrespect me sexually. For asks it's fine, I'll just ignore the ones that turn me off. But if you slide into my dm's and without a name, a hello or basic human decency just want to force your sexual fantasies on me - without caring about what I'm into and comfortable with - I'll block you.

Also, I am a man. Like, legally, officially. If you're not into men, don't text me??? Don't oversexualize that I'm trans. I like my pussy despite feeling dysphoric about it because it makes me feel fucking gooddd. It's nice if you're into that but that doesn't entitle you to call me your good girl or something. When you talk about my body it's cock (pretending, there is none - unfortunately), boypussy, pussy, clit. Or hole but only for my bum. Chest, pecs and nipples. Nothing else.

Kinks:

- birth denial (labor suppressants!!!, holding in, corruption, plugging etc.)

- forced pregnancy, forced breeding

- oblivious pregnancy and labor

- labor, contractions, pain pain pain

- being (longgg) overdue

- multiples pregnancy (not too many)

- belly rubs/massages (gentle or painful or both idc)

- mild belly abuse

- giving birth (until it gets graphic, for me the fun is over when the head starts coming out)

- sexual stuff during pregnancy and especially labor (but only to make my condition worse, no pleasure for me)

- mild lactation (no, you don't call my pecs tits, not even then)

- when I'm in the mood egg pregnancy (normal sized)

- you clocked it: mild and not so mild cnc

- mild and not so mild torture

- mild pet play (bunny, maybe others)

- cum control, denial and edging

- praise and humiliation, degradation

- ownership, daddy/sir/mommy kink

- cockwarming

- wearing lingerie

- choking

- public stuff, all of it

- kidnapping

Not for me/limits:

minors, toilet stuff, vomit/nausea, too medical, early stages of pregnancy, extreme hyperpreg, rapid or magical pregnancy, unusual weight gain, feeding, unusual big babies, vore, unbirth, furries, monsters and aliens (unless they're very human-like), death, blood and gore, fantasy, fluff, lovey dovey happy stuff, being called mama or daddy or something like that, I don't wanna be a parent or talk about the babies after they're out, didn't think I had to add this but - no nudes without my consent

I am obviously pro-choice, if you're not - leave. I'm not into babies or fetuses or whatever people may think, if you are - leave. I'm also not into sexualizing real pregnant or birthing people here - I'd find that scary as fuck, seeing my face or worse the face of my child on a blog like this. If I see it on yours it's such a turn off, sorry.

(English isn't my first language, I'm trying my best!)

My DM's and asks are open. I promise I'm nice! 🩷

My own stuff is tagged as #bunnyboywrites

[lightsoutbabw]

Belly that’s just so so tight. The baby having rounded you out perfectly but it’s stretched your skin so tightly it hurts. Your tummy red and hot because of the size, rubbing it trying to release any tension at all.

[stupidlypregnant]

Do you like the thought of actually being a bunny who is pregnant?

Yes of course!!!

[stupidlypregnant]

You're into girls too??

Yes!!! I'm always saying I'm mostly gay but I'm just into anyone who's hot and lovely. I've been with girls too, so. Yes. I like sub girls and dom girls, both. Women are also so much prettier than men.

[stupidlypregnant]

wish I had a boyfriend/girlfriend to press their hand on my tummy everytime they fuck me, checking if their pups are already growing inside me

[thepictureofwhoriangray]

Need somebody to press their hand on my stomach while they fuck me and tell me that’s where puppies go

[stupidlypregnant]

Ask says "turn me on" and in a post you responded "knock me up."

Okay. Triplets bestowed upon you.

Mmm thank you, so well mannered.

[stupidlypregnant]

How did you first get into pregnancy and birth as a kink? Were there any particularly influential experiences or media that awoke it in you?

I guess the pregnancy "kink" had always been there, long before I thought about it in a sexual way. The whole subject always made me feel weird, whatever I felt, I knew it was not normal and not appropriate to share with anyone.

Before my transition I hated it, because it felt so so wrong for myself. But after - along with puberty - I went crazy with it haha.

Over time it just wasn't enough for me anymore and I also am really into pain, humiliation and desperation, so the whole labor, birth and finally birth denial thing just added on top of it.

I don't really remember any specific influences. But I do think Tumblr had a part in it too.

Through talking with other people here on Tumblr I recognized it had been similar for most of us.

[stupidlypregnant]

Another contraction starts before the last one fully leaves me.

I feel it building deep inside my body like a terrible inevitability.

My stomach tightens again beneath the man's hands, the round curve growing hard enough that it almost hurts to breathe. I bow forward against the pole with a helpless sound trapped in my throat while the babies push and roll inside the tightening pressure.

They feel frantic now.

One kicks hard beneath my ribs while another grinds downward with crushing weight low in my pelvis. The movement is so forceful I can actually see my belly shifting under the fabric.

The man notices everything.

“Oh, there you go”, he says almost teasingly behind me. “Can't even stand up straight anymore, huh?”

I squeeze my eyes shut.

The shame burns through me so badly I feel dizzy.

Please, leave me alone.

People are absolutely staring now. I can feel it. The overheated carriage has gone too quiet around me, the silence full of polite avoidance while this stranger openly holds my laboring stomach like I'm some spectacle unfolding in public.

Maybe I am.

I weakly try to pull his hand away.

He doesn't let me.

Instead his fingers tighten around the underside of my belly, supporting the heavy weight more firmly while his other hand slides slowly over the front of it.

“Careful,” he murmurs.

My face feels unbearably hot.

The worst part is that I need the support.

My body is failing under the sheer heaviness of the babies now. My lower back throbs violently. My hips feel pried apart from the inside. Every contraction drags the weight lower, and the pressure between my legs has become so urgent it frightens me.

I rub my belly again instinctively, desperate for relief, but his hand covers mine almost immediately.

“No, like this,” he says.

Then he massages harder.

His broad palm presses upward beneath my belly while the other moves slowly across the taut front, kneading at the tightness while I tremble against the pole. The pressure makes the babies shift restlessly beneath his touch.

He chuckles quietly under his breath.

“They're fighting for room in there.”

A whimper escapes me before I can stop it - half embarrassment, half pain.

I feel huge.

Overstimulated. Overwhelmed.

My belly sticks out so far now that I can barely see my own feet, a massive swollen weight stretched tight with moving life. The sweater can't conceal anything anymore. Every motion inside me shows. Every contraction turns my stomach into a hard aching globe beneath the fabric.

And his hands keep drawing attention to it.

“Look at you”, he says, almost admiringly, as another movement rolls across my abdomen beneath his palm. “You're so close.”

Please, stop talking.

Please, stop.

But another contraction crashes through me so hard my knees nearly give out.

“Oh God -”

The sound slips out loud enough that several people look over openly this time.

My entire stomach seizes tight beneath the sweater. The babies shove downward during the contraction with terrifying force, and suddenly the pressure low in my body becomes almost unbearable.

I gasp and spread my feet wider automatically.

The man feels it immediately.

“There it is”, he murmurs near my ear, voice lower now. “They really want out, hm?”

Tears sting my eyes from humiliation.

I'm trapped standing here panting against the pole while this stranger holds my throbbing belly in both hands, openly feeling the contractions, openly feeling the babies moving inside me while everyone around us pretends not to notice.

Another sharp movement presses visibly outward near the center of my stomach.

His hand follows it.

“They’re right there.”

I can barely think anymore through the pressure.

My whole body feels overtaken by it - the relentless fullness, the weight dragging downward, the constant movement inside me. It feels impossible that my skin can stretch any farther. Impossible that my body can still contain all this life straining to be born.

The train jolts again.

I let out a broken gasp as pain tightens through my lower abdomen.

And the man just pulls me back more firmly against him, one hand spread possessively across the front of my belly while the other supports its crushing weight underneath.

“Easy”, he says softly. “You're going to make a scene.”

[shockspectrum]

consider: tboy pet breeding program

[stupidlypregnant]

send me some asks? I'm so bored and needy right now 🥺

[lightsoutbabw]

I’ll tell you “boys don’t get pregnant and boys certainly don’t give birth” and we can chastity cage you and bind up your swollen belly so you’re crowning in public and nobody can see your shameful secret under that big sweatshirt.

[stupidlypregnant]

The train lurches and I nearly lose my balance.

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.

I can't hide it anymore.

[stupidlypregnant]

Hehehe, your blog is high quality crack for me man, I have been a lurker and lover for a long time and now finally biting the bullet. Are you still looking for a Dom to fill your tummy with babies?? ;)

Mmmmm, high quality crack, huh? Love that! Yes, I do!

[elliespectacular]

"you wouldn't want that in real life" yeah i know it's called playing pretend, try to keep up

[stupidlypregnant]

Hmmm partner "refusing" to acknowledge your pregnancy??? [Not so mild CNC for this one with gaslighting, take what you want out of it I'm horny + throwing things at the wall hoping they stick <3]

It didn't matter how many tests you showed them, how many symptoms started kicking in, they always had an excuse—it's a faulty test, you're coming down with something, you're just stressed or tired, you're overreacting. You start showing, and they gaslight you that you're not, that you're the same size and shape you've always been. They never take you to a doctor, and somehow, they always convince you not to see one.

You start to believe it yourself, maybe, that you were seeing something wrong on those tests, that maybe you are sick, or stressed, or overtired. Maybe you've developed body dysmorphia, and you're not actually as big as you are. None of it explains the movements you feel in your womb, or how full you feel, or how everyone asks how far along you are when they see you. [I don't remember if you're into this or not you're free to ignore it]

Months go by, and labor starts during sex. You think it's your partner deep in your guts, since you weren't really in the mood in the first place, but you can't shove them off very easily in your state. You cry out, complaining about how much it hurts, until they get fed up and grab some "vitamins" for you, since they were "suspecting" that's where the body pains have been coming from. Surprise! They're labor suppressants, so of course they work! Once you're not screaming anymore, they get back to it, making sure you cum too so you can't say you didn't enjoy it.

Days, weeks, almost a month go by, and it comes to a point these "vitamins" are part of every meal, every few hours, every time you cum. You know something's up. You can feel both the baby and your belly bounce as they thrust. It doesn't matter if you're "not in the mood" anymore, not when you can feel several different pressures on your hips.

- Jamey ( @damngoodboy ) (please ignore the fact I haven't changed my user yet jshkshfhsjajdj)

You are a breath of fresh air between all the icky asks I get from people who don't care at all about what I'm into. All the kisses to you x

Also wanted to let you know that I wanted to go to bed but your ask made me so horny I needed to get off and now I'm still awake.

Would you like me doing this to you too? 🥹

[shockspectrum]

bunnyboy giving birth under the bed because he feels safest there but he's too hugely pregnant so he gets stuck and ends up sobbing alone through labor unable to push until someone rescues him