#trans mpreg

[anna12baby]

Can I fuck you hard till you scream my name loudly ?

No game here, proudly trans girl 🥒

[transdemon]

best papa !!! 🥺🥺🥺

[dueling-jesters]

Contracted a nasty cold at work the other week and my virus-fatigued brain saw the spies and their (fan)children fit to be little creatures. Feast your eyes!

[bellytboy]

clocking in for a twelve hour shift, prepared with my tylenol, energy drinks, and snacks to make it through the day.

but the second i press the button to clock in, i feel my gut twist. i'm stopped in my tracks for a few seconds, but the feeling passes and i walk to my station.

hour one

i feel bloated. my nipples feel like they're chafing against my binder, and my usually-baggy work shirt clings to my sweaty skin. i assume i just neglected to notice a flare-up, and i pop a couple tylenol.

hour two

i'm rocking side to side at my station. a customer asked me how far along i was while i was ringing up their items. my binder feels so incredibly tight, and my shirt has begun riding up. i touched my belly earlier and it felt hard and unyielding. my back is forced to arch to accommodate this new weight, and my hips feel too small all of a sudden.

hour three

every time i look down at myself, my stomach has ballooned out further. i can't see my feet anymore because of the swell. there's so much pressure on my bladder, and while taking a bathroom break, i removed my binder, unable to take the rubbing on my sensitive nipples anymore. the areola are large and dark brown, and the gentlest brush of my fingertips against them made me moan in an unearthly combination of pain and pleasure. standing up from the toilet was a difficult endeavor, and my walk back from the bathroom had become a pronounced waddle.

hour four

standing at my station for any longer feels impossible. i can barely reach the customers' items around the massive growth at my front. a couple of them have asked me when this place will put me on leave. i fake laugh, pretending that this protuberance is the result of overdue triplets, rather than some unknown circumstance. my hips feel far too tight for this incredible weight, and my rocking from side to side is the only thing easing some of the pressure.

hour five

my work shirt is nothing more than a too-small sports bra for my massive tits at this point, having long been outgrown by my belly. i catch myself rubbing it more and more, trying desperately to relieve some of the constant pressure. every time i move, the material of my shirt rubs against my nipples, and it's all i can do to hold back moans. everything feels too much right now. my stomach takes up all of the spare room at my till, and i have to reach more and more to continue doing my job. i don't even know how i'm still standing, and i wonder how i'll manage the waddle to the break room.

hour six

my entire body aches from the strain of my swollen belly. it took me ages to maneuver my heavy body back to the break room, and i feared the cheap plastic chair would break when i lowered myself into it. when i sit, my stomach forces my legs wide apart, and it protrudes out past my knees. i'm so hungry, but my belly feels so full that i can't eat anything. i asked my manager if i could go home and he laughed, seemingly blind to the way my body has grown and morphed in such a short time.

hour seven

my manager yelled at me for how slow i was going from the break room to my station. i stayed silent, not knowing how to explain my situation to someone who seems so blind to it. every step i take is slow and labored, and i am forced to support my towering belly with both hands. every step sends a shockwave through my hips and back, and even standing feels like too much. my body aches. i'm nearly brought to tears from the unending strain on my back.

hour eight

my work shirt has two twin stains on the front, and my tits feel so full that i can't even think. i have to stand a little bit out of my till because of how large the torpedo-shaped belly in front of me is. some customers look at me with concern, while others don't even hide their hungry stares. i can barely rock from side to side anymore with the weight in my tummy. i can feel movement deep inside me, and the pressure as it pushes out against my womb makes me shudder and moan quietly.

hour nine

i fled my station, waddling at a sloth's pace to the "family" restroom, where i lock the door and collapse onto the ground. i pull up my shirt and reach for my tits, intending on milking myself. the first brush of my fingers on my milky nipples makes me cry out in pain, but i fight through it. my inexperienced hands slowly knead my overflowing tits, sending showers of warm milk down my taut belly. when i can't take anymore, i lean back against the wall and rub my full stomach. i know for a fact that i have no chance of standing up, the weight of my overburdened womb keeping me pinned to the ground.

hour ten

now that i'm not doing any work, i can watch my belly continue its constant growth. it touches the ground and spreads my legs more with every passing minute. i can't keep my hands off it, constantly rubbing the tight expanse. moans fall from my lips as the skin continues stretching and growing more sensitive. my arms can't reach around it, and the weight sits heavy in my narrow pelvis, threatening to break me. the movement inside only increases, and i want to sob from the overstimulation.

hour eleven

if i get any bigger, i'm afraid i'll pop. my hips ache horribly from the weight on top of them. it's all i can do to rub the sides of the thrashing dome and moan. i must look comical now, nearly more belly than man. my tits feel like they're the size of my head, and the layer of dark hair on my body does nothing to obfuscate the stretch marks reaching across both breasts and belly. i haven't been able to stop sobbing for the past hour. it's all far too much.

hour twelve

i check my watch at the time i should've been clocking out. but the second i do so, i feel my guts twist. something inside me pops, and the floor beneath me is soaked in clear, scentless liquid. i let out a sob as my body is wracked with cramps.

[hisgravidness]

I wish men would undergo rapid pregnancy.

Just having the potential to meet a guy whose stomach starts swelling right ghen and there in public, giving away all of the dirty deeds he has done not long ago...

Constantly and steadily, his abdomen would rounden out underneath his clothes as he tries to run or hide, at least until he's growth leaves him with no other movement but a gut gloryfiing waddle.

It wouldn't take much longer for him to get from that, to having his body contract as the passanger within his womb decides it is the time to come out.

[pilalaphillip]

Celebrated building up my computer at my new place by drawing pregnant Jayce

Celebrating I got internet installed, broke and got it fixed by posting the sad pregnant Jayce.

[taluscite]

🫃/🍼/1️⃣/🛒/🖐️-🛑-🏳️- (optional:🔌)/🧍-🧎/🐢-⌛/🧠-💦 (saw you wanted one of these sent, feel free to customize and change around emojis as you desire! I'm mainly envisioning a trans man in this scenario, but again feel free to adjust to what you'd like!)

Oh anon your mind… I did change a few things as I was struggling with some of the stuff you suggested + I really don't vibe with public births. They're okay but they just don't do it for me!! Thank you so much for the suggestion though!

ALSO!! I apologize if this isn't the best, I haven't written long form in so long that I'm very rusty!! I got really carried away with this one I'm ngl, but I had a lot of fun!! I'd love to write more, please send me more ideas!! I'll even take ideas outside of that post!

Grace and Damien are t4t btw if anyone is confused. Hehe <3 NOW ENJOY!!

Word count: 2k words //

Damien gasped as another contraction hit him, his hand clutching his tight, gravid stomach. He was so damn heavy- he should've had this baby a few weeks ago, but Grace had insisted on him not going and getting induced. They had wanted a home birth anyways, that would've interfered with that plan! He could handle it, he was a big, strong man, no? Surely he could handle pushing out a well overdue baby? Thats what Grace said anyways- Damien wasn't so sure.

Speaking of Grace, Damien glanced up when he heard the door to their bedroom open. "God, you look so good like this, baby." She murmured, her cock very obviously rock hard in her pants as she stepped closer to him, her hands landing on his wide hips. "So round- I just wanna keep you like this for as long as I can." She giggled, not caring for the way Damien moaned wearily at the idea.

"Let me check how far along you are, hon." Grace hummed as she sank to her knees, tapping his knee so he'd spread his legs. Damien whimpered as he felt her stick three fingers inside him — He'd long ago forsaken clothing, having deemed them far too hot and sticking to his skin.

"I think its go time, love."

His eyes widened at that, what?! No- nononono, he wasn't ready. He needed a few more hours at least to mentally prepare. "No! I'm not ready, please-" He whined, watching as Grace raised an eyebrow at him. "You can handle this." She huffed, rising to her feet, "No! Please- don't make me push-" "You need to, baby. As soon as you feel the urge, start pushing."

When the contraction that finally pulled that urge to the front hit, Damien refused, clinging to the dresser and crossing his legs. He wasn't- He couldn't! He wasn't ready to deal with even more pain and suffering! He cried loudly as the pressure increased drastically, the baby finally in position to be welcomed into the world.

Grace watched, offering little support as he denied himself the instinct. "You're just making this more difficult, you know." She huffed, watching silently as his belly contracted painfully, forcing the baby downwards whether he liked it or not. Pain flared through his middle section as the baby started its descent.

It was slow- painstakingly so. He felt every miserable centimeter as the baby made its way through his cervix into his birth canal, his refusal to push only making everything so much harder. Grace just watched, her arms crossed as she was clearly not amused with this little show that Damien was putting on. She wasn't going to indulge in his charades.

She walked behind him, opening up a drawer in their nightstand and rummaging through it for a few seconds. Damien couldn't see it, but she pulled out a rather large dildo, setting it on the bed where he wouldn't be able to see unless he turned. She returned to his front, glaring at him.

"I've had enough of this little charade of yours, Damien." She scoffed, "You don't want to have this baby so badly?" She raised an eyebrow, "Then you won't. Not until I say you can. Spread your legs. Now." Grace demanded. It took Damien a few seconds, his hesitation evident before he finally spread them.

A loud gasp left him as the change in position allowed the baby to shift further down, his entrance just beginning to bulge with its head. "I want you to push until this baby comes to a crown, and then you're going to stop. Got it?" She instructed, "And I don't want to see any hesitation from you or hear any talking back."

Damien whimpered, but nodded. When the next contraction hit, he finally gave into the urge, pulling a loud scream from him as it allowed the baby to descend much faster. His entrance bulged painfully around the large head, slowly letting the babe emerge further and further. "FUCK-!" He cried, his legs beginning to tremble as he pushed.

While he was doing this, Grace began setting up the area, suctioning the dildo to the floor while Damien labored in front of her. As soon as she could see the head pull into a proper crown, she snapped, "Stop! Now!"

Damien sobbed as he stopped, the contraction still wrecking his body despite him stopping the effort to let the baby out of him. He watched as Grace rose to her feet, barely having time to notice the dildo on the floor.

Suddenly, Grace did a complete 180, a false smile appearing on her face as she spoke in a sweet tone, "That must've been awful for you, sweetheart. Having to push despite not wanting to." She practically purred, her hands tracing his hardened belly. "I have a solution for that though."

Her hand slid between his thighs, landing on the crowning babies head. Damien didn't register what she was doing until he felt the baby begin to be forced back inside of him, illiciting a loud scream from his throat. "NONONO WHAT ARE YOU DOING-!?" "Doing what you asked, love. This is your punishment. Now you're going to have to do this all over again, but not until I say."

Damien howled in agony as he felt the baby be forced back into his womb, pain flaring through him at how wrong it felt. He'd just been through all of that- no! "Now, kneel." She spat, not letting him have a second to recuperate from the agonizing pain that filled him.

Grace, fed up with his hesitation, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to his knees, pulling yet another sharp cry from Damien. She hovered him over the dildo, before forcing his hips downwards, spearing him onto the toy with a scream that pained her ears.

"GRACE PLEASE NO- PLEASE GET ME OFF, THIS HURTS-" He sobbed loudly, his arms clinging to her as his belly contracted painfully. The toy was big- it filled his already stretched canal to the brim, and pressed right up against his cervix, not letting anything out. He could feel the baby trying to push out once more, but was blocked, making him whimper loudly.

"You wanted this. Now reap what you sow. We can try again in a few hours." HOURS?! Damien didn't have much of a chance to register what was happening or even protest before handcuffs were placed on his wrists behind his back, and a dildo gag forced in his mouth, causing him to choke for a few seconds. "Have fun!"

With that, Grace left the room, shutting and locking the door behind her. She knew Damien wouldn't be able to get up off the floor, especially with his hands tied. The gag was to make sure she wouldn't be bothered by his screaming.

When she returned a few hours later, Damien was a shell of himself. His belly was visibly contracting, though only pained whines emerged from his lips. Dried tears stained his cheeks as he stared off distantly. Pain had become his entire existence at this point- he just wanted this fucking baby out of him!

"Are you ready to behave yourself, baby?" She hummed, making him flick his head up. It took a minute for him to process what she said, before he vigorously nodded, panting harshly as another contraction went through him. Grace smiled, walking over to pull the gag out of his mouth.

"Yes! Yes I'm ready, pleasepleaseplease let me give birth, I'm sorry! It hurts so bad-" He pled, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks as his birth canal contracted painfully around the intrusion still inside of him. "Good boy. Now lets get you off this dildo, yeah?" She hummed, unlocking the handcuffs and helping him to his feet, leaving the dildo that was now covered in birthing fluids on the floor for right then.

She guided him over to the bed to let him properly sit down- though it felt like the second she lifted him off of it, everything progressed rapidly. The baby began making its descent once more, pulling loud whines out of Damien.

"Now, PUSH." She glared. Damien didn't waste a second before he began pushing, screams he didn't know he could make leaving him as the baby barrelled through him.

"Being so good for me now." Grace purred, her hands resting on his thighs as she watched closely. Damien just whined, quickly turning into a loud yell as the baby came to a bulge at his entrance again. "FUCKFUCKFUCK- Get this baby OUT OF MEEEE-" He cried out, his legs spreading wider as he tried to help it get to a full crown again.

However, it seemed he'd missed his window of opportunity. The baby was moving much slower than before, seeming to inch along at a snails pace. Damien let out a loud, defeated huff as he pushed, though seemed to make little progress. Grace watched for a few minutes, wanting to see if he could get things rolling, though it seemed she'd have to intervene once more.

She reached into the nightstand again, pulling out a vibrator. "I'm gonna help you, sweet boy. You're finally behaving, so you deserve a reward." With that, she turned it on high, pressing it directly to his swollen t-dick.

Damien's eyes widened as he cried out, his body unsure what to process. Both pain and pleasure coursed through him as his back arched, his head throwing itself back. He didn't know whether he wanted to lean into it or pull away- but it was overwhelming all the same. He hated the most though how it actually helped with the pain, making it more bearable as he began to push again.

"Is that better?" She cooed, smiling as he nodded rapidly, barely able to speak now. "Good."

Damien panted as the baby finally came to a full crown, his entrance beginning to burn painfully from the stretch. "Oh fuck-!" He whined, though he wasn't focusing on the pain anymore. No- the pleasure from the vibrator, which had now been upped a level, began to overtake any thought he had. He could feel his climax rising, making him whimper as he felt his abdomen tightening further and further.

"Grace-!" "You can cum. Cum hard- Cum out this baby for us, Damien." She cooed, watching as he finally let go, squirting all down her front as the baby's head popped out. "HOLY FUCK!" He screamed. "Good boy! Look at you!" She grinned happily, watching as his climax lasted for a while. She didn't mind how soaked her front was as he continued to squirt everywhere.

When he was finally done, he collapsed against the bed, loud whines from overstimulation settling in. "You've got this- push out the rest of this baby, hon." Grace patted his leg, trying to give him a sense of encouragement- opposite of what she'd done before. Damien groaned, but obliged, even though his body felt like it was made of jello.

It didn't take much more before the rest of the body slid out of him, making him groan in relief as he was finally empty. "H-holy-" He murmured, his legs shaking as he laid there, Grace holding their infant. "You did so good." She smiled, "You'll do even better next time."

Damien didn't register what she said for a few moments, before his eyes shot open.

"NEXT TIME?!"

[toringo]

Cw: unwanted pregnancy, violence, implied cannibalism Never posted it here but I am no coward