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i'm rly interested in how widespread transphobia pushes us into online spaces and how this could foster the diversification of kink as generally niche/impractical interests are able to establish communities, but on the other hand transgender pervert hivemind corruption is the hottest thing i've ever heard oh my fucking god get worse get worse get worse get worse ge
Lower
His hands rested on the curve of his belly, the heavy weight of it pressing into his lower back, a constant reminder of the life growing inside him. He had been sitting there, in the cool moonlight, savoring the quiet peace that came with being so far along in a pregnancy—until he felt it.
A sharp, sudden sensation, like a deep, heavy shift, that drew his attention. His breath caught as a wave of discomfort radiated through his abdomen. His belly, once high and rounded, seemed to lower in that moment, a subtle but undeniable feeling of descent. The baby had dropped.
His eyes widened, and he instinctively placed his hands on the lower part of his belly, feeling the shift, the pressure as the baby moved lower. His stomach tightened, a rush of discomfort filling him as the weight shifted downwards. It was a strange, almost painful sensation. A deep, pulling heaviness in his pelvis as if the baby were suddenly closer to his hips.
"Oh God..." His voice was low and shaky, the words feeling strained, a mix of awe and discomfort. He could feel the baby moving, pressing downward, stretching his body in ways that weren’t as comfortable anymore. The pressure was almost too much, making his back ache, his hips feel like they were being pulled apart. It was as if the very act of the baby shifting had turned his entire body into a tight, sensitive knot.
"Ohh, you're getting deeper..." His voice was shaky, a soft, breathless laugh escaping his lips despite the discomfort. He shifted his weight slightly, trying to find some relief, but it was impossible. The pressure in his pelvis was overwhelming, as though the baby had settled in a way that left him feeling like he couldn’t catch his breath. It wasn’t painful in the way of sharp, acute pain, but it was uncomfortable in a deep, aching, almost suffocating way.
He ran his hands over the swollen curve of his belly, trying to soothe the tightness, but every time the baby moved, it only intensified the sensation. He could feel the baby pressing against his lower abdomen, the heaviness of it too much at times, making him gasp softly.
"You’re so big..." he murmured softly to the baby, his voice a mixture of awe and a little strain. "You’re so low...I can feel you."
Another shift. Another deep pressure. He winced, his hands gripping the sides of his belly as he leaned forward slightly, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort. The baby's movements, now feeling heavier, seemed to cause a sharp tug within him, pulling on his muscles, on his very core. It was almost like the weight of the child inside was too much, too overwhelming, like a gravitational pull he couldn’t escape.
His breath was quickening, the discomfort making it hard to focus. The low ache in his hips grew with each passing second, and as the baby moved again, it sent a jolt of sharp pressure down through his pelvis, his whole body trembling with the intensity of it.
Despite the discomfort, he couldn't help but feel aroused by the movements. The heaviness, the constant reminder of how hugely pregnant he truly was with his lover's baby—it was intimate, even if it wasn’t always pleasant. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could bear the pressure, but still, he loved it. He loved how full it made him feel, how complete his body had become.
"Oh wow. Oh wow. You’re so close. It's time. Oh god, you're coming now" he murmured, chaotically running his fingers over his big tight belly again, feeling the weight of the baby pushing down. "Oooo, you're almost there. Ooohhh, You have to get lower."
But the drop, the weight, the relentless pressure as the baby moved even lower—it was a sensation he couldn’t ignore. The baby was coming now. He had to start pushing. Through the discomfort, through the aching weight, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of wonder. As much as the pressure hurt, as much as the discomfort stung, it was the price he was willing to pay to do it all over again, but next time, he wanted twins.
the true appeal to me of gangbang or anonymous donor scenarios is that it turns your womb into a gatcha ball machine that takes 9 months to work
She hates the bump
how do we feel about noncon/unknowing drugging for forcemasc purposes, imagining someone getting dosed with T and not knowing why they're changing so much but kinda enjoying the way the dick they're growing is getting bigger regardless
I'VE NEVER SEEN OR CONSIDERED THAT OMG
crass answer: biggest boner ever
reasonableish answer: yes yes yes!!! we feel very positively about it!!! need approximately 1 billion fics and comics and art about this right now
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You're the xenobiologist on a spaceship that's studying a lifeform found on one of the planets your team recently visited. It's a mass of tentacles, barely the size of a tennisball, but it's growing quickly and becoming more and more aggressive. It seems to be the most at peace when it's in its hide - one of those little plastic caves you put in a hamster cage - but it will outgrow that, too, by the end of the week. There's really only one place that it can be kept safe that it won't outgrow immediately. If you can't calm the creature, your superiors are going to kill it. You know how to help, and you've grown fond of it, so you volunteer. Your womb will make the perfect warm, dark place.
As you enter your lab, the lifeform goes into a frenzy, slamming itself against the glass walls of its little enclosure. It's grown since the meeting two days ago; now the size of a softball. Your partner closes the laboratory door behind you, and the locks slide into place with a heavy metallic thud. You take a deep breath, slide your pants off and kick them aside. The creature calms as you approach, waiting to see what you're going to do before it makes its move.
"Alright, you," you address it nervously. "I'm going to open your enclosure, and you're not going to try and kill me, okay?"
Its tentacles, transparent and slimy, feel around the seams of the enclosure's door. You sit in your chair, wheel up to the table, then spread your legs. With a shaky breath, you reach for the latch on the box, then flick it open. Instantly, it pushes the door open and wraps its tentacles around your hand. You check your breathing, trying not to panic as it begins to squeeze.
"Easy now..."
With your free hands, you spread your lower lips, then position the lifeform in front of your opening. It was smart and curious. It would understand.
"You'll like it in there," you promise when it hesitates. "No tricks. Just a nice place to sleep."
One tentacle reaches out and curls around your clit, while another prods at your urethra and a third slips into your cunt, feeling, exploring deep. You grit your teeth as the tentacle in your urethra slides in further and pray that the alien won't choose your bladder instead of your womb. It adds two more tentacles to the one in your cunt, and you can feel it exploring your cervix.
It feels good.
But that pleasure turns to pain as it forces your cervix open and pulls itself partially inside of your cunt, stretching your entrance around its soft body. It could relax, making itself smaller, but it wanted to get a good feel for the space inside.
"That's it...." you breathe. "All yours."
The rest of it slides inside, and you can't help but clench around it. It freezes, but only for a moment, and then it begins to force itself past your cervix and into your womb. That stretch isn't nearly as pleasant as the previous, and you grit your teeth hard as you ride it out. The creature is cautious, going slowly, stopping partially inside, forcing your cervix to remain stretched around its form.
And then it slides the rest of the way in and your body closes around it. It shifts and turns and pushes at your walls, bulging your belly outward until it finds a comfortable position and settles down. And there it remains, your new little friend, content in the warm and dark, where it will feed off of your menstrual blood and continue to grow. How big? No one knows, but even if you were to change your mind, there is no way to get the creature out now. You and it are one, from now until it decides its ready for a new home. If it decides its ready for a new home. It may be content to stay with you forever.
thinking about pregnant doms. maybe you have to earn rubbing their belly and doting on them. watching them struggle to get up and punish you for breaking a rule because their bump is in the way. it's slowly gotten harder to actually top their submissives, their big belly rubbing against your back as they fuck you doggy style.
they'd say things like "you're being such a good boy for me, you come kiss my tummy" or "misbehave again and no belly rubs for a week". constantly parading around the bump their submissive gave them, like it's the ultimate show of dominance. the bigger their belly gets, the more praise you recieve.
watching them huff and puff when their contractions start up, groaning as you desperately try to pleasure them to relieve the pain. still trying to keep up their dom persona in such a vulnerable position. pushing and pushing, commanding you around to help them in certain areas. once the baby (babies? 👀) is out you snuggle up to them, kissing their face and wiping the sweat from their brow. doms deserve aftercare too after all.
need more preg doms in my life i think
Butch blues
Been really struggling with accepting being a butch. I worry about finding space within the lesbian community. I present very masculine, I even went on T because I wanted to grow a beard (and I succeeded). I firmly go by he/him in public and live my life as a man- but I am not one. I'm just a butch who wanted to present as a man.
The dichotomy between those two things is what is bothering me: Presenting as a man but not being one, and not wanting to be seen as one. I want to be seen as a woman, just a woman who presents as very masculine. I want to be seen as a woman, but I want to use he/him pronouns. I've given myself a sort of backwards dysphoria where I am happy with my body but less happy with how people perceive it.
There's so few spaces I feel comfortable explaining myself, even within some LGBT spaces I worry my presentation might be too odd. It's easier to say I am a transman and move on when I am not, and lying about who I am is really bothering me.
For those of you who like to listen to labor sounds, here is an hour of it! Sims in labor (Sims 4). All sounds came from in game using the realistic birth mod.
maybe my belly grows every time someone says a codeword. maybe it isnt that common of a word, so whenever its said my tummy balloons out a whole trimester. i try not to draw attention to myself so nobody says it again but my shirt is stretched tight around my bump and people definitely heard the moan i let out.
maybe the word is a bit more common. maybe every day i feel my stomach swell and swell. constantly on edge for if someone accidentally says my trigger word. i cant stop rubbing the sensitive mound in my middle. horny all day from the feeling of getting bigger and bigger and just waiting to go home so i can touch myself.
maybe the codeword is my name. maybe every time my partner moans my name as they fuck my boycunt, my tummy gets rounder and full. by the time they finally they cum inside me i look 7 months pregnant. i constantly look overdue by dinner time. huffing and groaning as my partner rubs my sore swollen tummy, cooing my name just to give me another growth spurt.
Guy grinning sheepishly, ears red, wincing whenever his big, round belly moves visibly.
Guy doing the ultrasound, moving the wand around, looking deeply unimpressed and burned out, inwardly sighing a little at the bullshit he's seeing on the screen.
Just another day at the fantasypreg clinic.
Doctor doing yet another ultrasound, tired but by now adept at ignoring any internal distractions.
Guy who was referred by his GP, still in denial and barely even showing yet, looking in horror at his doctor's bulging, writhing midsection. Wondering how someone can do their job looking like they don't even notice the monster squirming around inside them.
He almost misses his doctor telling him about the eggs in his belly.
Leaning in, taking a close look at the shape and size, the doctor mutters, 'Looks like the same naga that got me in the parking lot a month ago. I thought they caught that thing,' then says out loud to his patient, 'Well, we have a good idea of the average gestation period. The eggs should hatch in a week or two, then it's another two weeks from there. Maybe three.'
He winces, hand flying to the side of his belly.
'Two! Two weeks.'
Thirty minutes later, the patient leaves the clinic with an armful of pamphlets and a deep, existential terror.
Five hours later, the doctor's shift ends and he locks up the clinic, tells his assistant to check in after an hour or so, strips and gets comfortable (a relative term) in the birthing chair.
Feet in the stirrups, positioning the little handmirror just so, he grumbles to himself about not being dilated quite far enough. Oh well, this will at least give him time to message Monster Control about the naga that may still be on the loose.
He's on his phone when he feels something slip even lower in his pelvis, and his whole belly shakes with the need to push. Apparently these operate on a different definition of 'fully dilated'. He shouts for the nurse, bears down, and pushes out the first of three snakelings.
As soon as he's able, he gets dressed and hobbles out to his car. A thick, long, scaly tail descends from the darkness to encircle him--with a practiced movement of the wrist, he plunges a syringe in the soft underbelly and waits impatiently for the tail to release him. Fool me once...
The next day he's back at work, carefully opening a recently arrived sample. The slime inside--dormant but mistaken for dead by some junior researchers--soon awakens in the warmth of the office. During the doctor's mid-shift five-minute nap, it slides up his pant leg.
After an hour of fruitless searching for the missing sample, the doctor looks down at his belly in despair. Not again...
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listen, I know this is literally a pregnancy fetish blog, but I am very staunchly PRO-ABORTION,PRO-CHOICE. Pro-lifers please unfollow me
It’s okay to have fantasies that you would never want to do in reality. It’s okay to have fantasies that you don’t want to do with other people. It’s okay to try things in real life and decide you only like them in fantasy. It’s okay to only like certain things in certain contexts. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone. You are not any less valid in your kinks if you enjoy the idea of them more than the reality.
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