preg me please

[transguywifeguy]

the guy wife guy

this is a sideblog for the kinks im somehow too embarrassed to post on my main kink blog 😳

anything you find here is something im into, I have a complex relationship with misgendering/similar kinks (sorry for killing ur boner) I feel the need to say I personally only explore this in a fantasy kink way online and all posts abt detrans type things do not reflect real life for me

Anyways send me nasty asks to get me off :)

[giftofjoy]

the thought of being trapped in a pregnancy, having to push out a baby you never wanted to have. "no please, no please not like this. please I don't want to be a mother, I don't want to give birth" having so many people watch you scream out a baby you hated growing only to congratulate you on a motherhood you resented

[sevenswordz]

switching between calling you "good boy" and "good girl" to see which makes you grip me tighter

[filtheopathic]

medical play and they have two gloved fingers knuckle deep inside you with their other hand pressing down on your abdomen, telling you “you’re going to feel some pressure”, “deep breaths for me”, and “you’re doing great” when you start to soak the paper beneath you. or something

[ftmdilfmode]

The idea of being a trans woman's breeding toy and having her obsessed with everything to do with me being pregnant with her babies seems like a dream tbh.

She'd make me call her Mommy, not because she wants me to pretend to be little, but because she loves the constant reminder that I'm going to make her a mommy as many times as she wants.

She wouldn't let me have cum in any hole but my boycunt, and every time she'd fuck me, she would make me beg to carry her children and call me a good boy for taking her cum deep.

When we finally get that positive test, she wouldn't be able to help herself, kissing all over my tummy and telling me that she can't wait to be a mommy and how she can't wait to see me big and pregnant.

She would constantly have her hands on my bump as it grows, and they would inevitably drift to my chest, impressed and aroused at the way my body is changing because of giving her a baby. Obviously I'd take care of her excitement, sucking her beautiful cock and riding her every time she asked, I would kinda owe it to her for letting me be her pregnant baby daddy.

When I get nice and big, I'll just lay next to her for hours so we can just play with each other, just a soft mix of blankets, Mommy's soft titties rubbing against my swollen boytits, her fingers on my tdick and my hand around her cock, our baby in between us in my womb, kicking with every soft touch and every time it hears its Mommy's voice.

And when I go into labor, of course Mommy wants to watch the whole thing. It doesn't matter if I want to hold her hand, because she's staring at my boycunt as it stretches and spasms, drooling at the fact that she got a boy like me to go through this for her, just to make her a Mommy.

She would try to encourage me, rubbing my tdick and playing with my cunt lips as they thin and stretch. "Push out Mommy's baby, sweet boy, I know you can do it."

I'd push harder, looking down at Mommy's expression as I feel the baby's head eject, watching her cry as she catches the baby and holds it close. I would be so proud of myself for giving her that gift, something so beautiful and irreplaceable.

And of course, once the cord is cut and she's giving our baby a bottle, I'd look over at her, exhausted, and hear her ask, "when do you think you want another?"

"whenever you want, Mommy. Anything for you."

[fucktoyfelix]

force breeding someones cunt with their ass stuck in the air…telling them how much it increases the liklihood of fertilization if they orgasm…and tying a hitachi to their clit while watching them struggle not to give in and orgasm all that cum deep and hard into their womb…

[fucktoyfelix]

laughing as they inevitably fail and cum uncontrolably over and over again……“wow u must wanna get knocked up super bad huh? you cant even stop cumming now that you’ve started youre gunna have a baby for sure now…”

[straightforfakeboys]

I love the concept of transmen being treated as men in almost every situation, until they have sex when they revert to their "factory mode" and act like girls.

[footsex12]

I think the hottest part about pregnancy is how much of a mark it leaves on your body. Your hip bones literally widen to make it easier to push a baby through, you gain a pretty substantial ammount of weight all around your hips and thighs and ass. Your belly rounding out enough it is a struggle to even walk. You are optimized to just sit there & grow a child, Your breasts aching & swelling...

You don't even have to want it really. The female body is optimized for childbirth, and not for any of your actual wants/desires. A random mans sperm has more agency over your body then you do. Even if you hate every part there is nothing you can do to stop it after a certain point. You have to watch yourself swell up day by day. Watching as none of your pants button. How things start to strain around your chest. How everything keeps riding up and exposing your tummy. How your walk gradually turns to a waddle. Having to hold your hands on your back, moaning & panting W/ exertion at pretty simple tasks.

There is no way you come out of it W/o looking like a mother, once your body develops the extra ducts in your chest it becomes really simple to reactivate your ability to lactate after already being pregnant once. Your hips so much wider then before. The female body yearns for the cycle of being pregnant again and again

[ftmtffertile-deactivated2026051]

Therapy session but instead of a couch it's a gyno chair and your legs are in stirrups and the man is describing your body in medical terms. He explains how insemination works as he puts a speculum in you and jerks off into your open breeding hole.

Yes yes yes yes yes and then it makes me so fycking stupid and horny I rub my clit desperately and beg him to fuck me after

[fulfillpurpose]

Your old future - the future you imagined for yourself - started to fade the moment I selected you. By the time I forced my cock into you, it was gone forever.

But you won't have to imagine the new future I've chosen. That's part of my power, when I'm deep inside a girl. Every time I push into you, you'll see it. Feel it.

The briefest skip forward, first: to my cock throbbing inside of you, pushing my seed into your womb. I like to make a girl feel this over and over, before she understands what's happening to her, so that it feels like it goes on forever. She always tightens around me so beautifully when I do.

Then to me pulling out of you at last, leaving you broken and overflowing and alone. And to a few minutes after that - to you frantically rubbing yourself, unable to do anything but come again and again as my seed swims deeper.

And then further and faster: hours, days, weeks. The sharp pain near your ovary, as your egg is released. The first morning that you wake up full of nausea. The day that you shake and sob, staring helplessly at a pregnancy test.

Then months and months. Your belly slowly swelling. The first time you notice the eyes following you, and burn with shame. Beginning to waddle, and then struggling to stand.

At last, the birth. I always cover a girl's mouth with my hand before I show her. I love to feel that muffled scream.

Nursing, too, afterwards. Your breasts achingly full of milk for my child. Your body transformed to nourish my little miracle.

And then one last vision: the next time. The day I return to the mother of my baby. The day that you struggle underneath me again, and ovulate, and conceive.

It's always the last thrust. It always makes me go over the edge, and fill you with the future I've promised.

[popcorns-vent]

“I think we should work on a concept called reframing today.” Your therapist sits across from you, uncrossing and sprawling his legs, he set his clipboard aside.

“Reframing?”

“Yes. It’s a technique trauma survivors such as yourself tend to find quite helpful. When you reframe a traumatic incident, it can help you work past it. Usually done in a safe setting,” he gestures to his peaceful office, “with a person you feel safe with,” he gestured to himself, “you recount the traumatic event, and go through it in a play-by-play, acting it out, and working through all the tough, scary feelings that come up as you face it.”

“Oh…” the worry and confusion on your face settles at the explanation, “I guess that makes sense…. How do you do it?”

Slowly standing up, his hand came to his tie, loosening it. Dropping down to his belt buckle. “How does a demonstration sound?”

That’s how you ended up here— your cheek pushed into the carpet, pants ripped down. The speed he set is bruising. “Tell me again— how many times did he fill you up?”

He slaps your ass when he doesn’t get a response. When you finally sob out a wrecked, “t-three!” He pets your hair affectionately. His pace never relenting.

“Then I’ll fill you three times. Remember, reframing is all about repetition— fuck,” his hips stutter, before continuing, “repeat the trauma. Tell the story again.”

“I-I don’t want to—“

“You need to. You need to. Go ahead and start at the beginning, when did it happen? Tell me.”

“W-when I was…. Ah! Walking home…”

“How did he grab you?” His fingers knot in your hair.

“He— he grabbed my, my hair…” another sob shakes your body. “Then he pulled me into the bushes, a-and… started touching me…”

“How did he touch you?”

“Pushed me down, and… ah, put his… his hand down my pants, and mounted me…. Like, like a dog….”

“Fuck,” he mutters breathlessly, stopping to grind deep inside you, “like a dog. Like you’re some bitch in heat. That’s what you were, were you not?”

“No!”

“Yes, yes you are. You needed it, too. Say it. Say you needed it. Reframe it.”

“I…. I needed it…”

“Again.”

“I needed it.”

“Good job. Say it again, louder this time.” These soundproofed walls are such a blessing.

“I needed it!”

“What did you need?”

“I needed him to fuck my holes!”

“Fuck!” He lays over you, crushing you under his weight as he humps your little hole, filling it up with his cum. His cock throbbing as it pumps load after heavy load deep inside you. “Yes! Yes you fucking did! You need your stupid holes filled up all the time, don’t you? Yeah, you’re made to take cock. Made to be a perfect little cum dump. Fucking— fuck, take it. Take it.”

Your hour long session turned into two, then three. He assures you when it’s all over that it’s completely normal for reframing to take so long. He even schedules your next appointment for the same length of time, insisting that delving even deeper next time will be just the right thing for you.

And you, you poor innocent thing— all you can do is thank him for helping you find your place. With cum dripping into your underwear, and bruises littering your skin— you do seem to feel a lot better about being the world’s designated cum dump.

[ftmpregnancy]

I wanna lose the rights to my womb in a dumb bet

[ftmpregnancy]

Alternatively: getting paid ten bucks to have raw risky sex that would ruin my life if I got pregnant from it. Such a stupid low amount of money in exchange for permanent bodily feminization and motherhood

[push-and-scream-deactivated2024]

Like a good girl

Tw birth, r4pe, ftm birth, misgendering

This is a commission from @donotpush who did an amazing job! I love this fic so much

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Dad knew better. Always, Dad knew better. Since he was a little kid it was his strong hands guiding his way, picking him up from the floor when he fell, always having the right words. So Dad must be right now, too.

At first, he thought his dad was just overreacting when he told him about his transition. That dad would get over it because, after all, he loved her.

But now, as Dad pounded into him. He wasn't that sure about it. It was a punishment, Dad said. Because she didn't want to behave like she had to.

Aiden feels his dad's hands gripping his hips, pressing his body against the mattress to keep him still. The tip of dad's dick is pressing against his pussy, teasing up and down and rubbing at his clit. A small whimper escaped Aiden's lips when his dad slid inside his throbbing entrance.

Beneath him, Aiden squirmed at the sensation. The older man started to pound into him, one of his hands on his hip to keep him still and the other busy moving to lift his leg and prop it upwards, holding it in the air as he fucked him.

“Fuck…” Aiden whimpered.

His father's hand traveled to his chest, gripping harshly at his breasts as he continued to pound. A loud moan escaped his mouth at the sensation of his nipples being pinched and trapped between his fingers.

The sensation of having someone playing with his tits and feeling so good while someone fucked his pussy made him think that maybe Dad was right, that he was made to be a girl after all.

“I'm gonna… teach you…” his dad's voice whispered in his ear, and the words ended up lost in the air between Aiden’s moans. “I'm gonna teach you how to be a good girl. A good girl…”

Aiden's dad pulled out of his pussy, and slipped the condom off his erect dick with a quick movement. It should have worried Aiden, but his mind was drowned in a fog of pleasure that it was the last thing he couldn’t think about right now.

It's his dad's hands that turn him around, throwing his body around like it's nothing. He wasn’t such a strong man like his dad, he knew it, and that's why when he said that Aiden deserved to be punished, he found no way to fight against it.

Dad's hand traveled up to his neck, sliding his hand in his newly freshly cut hair before he pressed his face against the pillow. Then, he used both hands to lift his hips slightly up before he started pounding inside of him again, hitting that spot and sending a wave of electricity over Aiden’s body.

Aiden felt his legs like jelly as his dad finished inside of him, the warmth of his seed filling his pussy.

“That’s it…” his dad breathed heavily behind him. “Like a good girl.”

***

When he stopped having his period, he thought that maybe it was the result of the testosterone. Even when he knew that it was way too early for that kind of effect. When he started to put some weight on, when his body became softer, he thought that maybe this was normal.

Lately, he had been eating a bit more, so it made sense that his thighs were fatter and that his tummy was a bit bigger. But then his boobs grew and became more sensitive, and his nipples changed, and his stomach just kept on growing. His whole body was sensitive, a single touch, a single brush over his nipples would send him crazy, his clitoris was almost burning at every touch, at every sensation.

The moment he felt something moving inside of him, squirming and stretching against the skin of his stomach, he couldn't deny it anymore. His dad's punishment wasn't over, and he would have nine more months to think about what he chose to do.

He was pregnant. There was no way to deny it anymore. His dad promised a sibling, and his dad fulfilled his promise.

He tried to hide it as best as he could. Winter came, and oversized hoodies and loose clothes made wonders. But as it came, it went, and suddenly Aiden found himself too hot, too bothered to be fully covered with sweaters.

He couldn't stand watching himself in the mirror for too long. His body was doing what Dad said it should be doing: being the prime example of womanhood. He was so gravid, so swollen and filled with life. Fuckin’ pregnant.

He turned to his side and observed his profile: his chest was huge and swollen and sensitive, no longer being able to hide behind his binders, resting on top of his rounded-out stomach.

Inside of him, his baby rested not so peacefully. His sibling was a big baby, and his huge and tender stomach contrasted with his slender frame. He could feel the baby resting low on his hips, the weight of the head almost opening him up, like a bowling ball. It was a constant reminder of his punishment.

All of the extra weight wasn't the worst part. The worst of it was that a lot of his little progress was erased; under his clothes, his body started to look quite feminine. He hated it.

His dad was quite proud. There was a sly smirk on his face when Aiden wasn't able to hide his growing stomach anymore, and he always remarked how she was doing what she was supposed to do, carrying his baby so well.

Even if he may have been able to hide it pretty well with loose clothes, the way he started to waddle, to always have a hand on his back, to be careful with almost everything because his body had just become a complicated thing to move around being so gravid.

His hips widened to adapt to the baby, so feminine now, his breasts grew like a pretty girl. And his pussy was always wet. He was always horny and hungry for dick to fill him up. Like a good girl.

Get knocked up. Carry a baby. Be a mommy. Be a good girl. Over the months, as he became more and more pregnant, those kinds of ideas were all he could think about sometimes. To be a good girl. Even now, in the last months of his pregnancy, most of the time all he could think about was about being a good girl and letting someone –anyone— fucking his pretty pussy and having his engorged tits in their mouth.

Aiden stared at the forming puddle beneath his feet. One of his hands gripped tightly at the base of his contracting belly and the other one rested on his lower back.

He woke up early in the morning to painful contractions, after a night of little rest. He labored all morning, and all afternoon, and as he finished doing chores, his water broke.

They didn’t talk about it, but between his dad and him, they decided to have a home birth. His dad said something along the lines of every woman’s body knows exactly what to do when the moment comes.

“Fuck…” Aiden moaned, gripping the kitchen counter and swinging his hips in the air.

Beneath him, his gravid stomach hung low and distended, contracting. Inside of him, his sibling kicked relentlessly.

“Fuck…you're so big” he mumbled, all of his attention focused on the feeling of his baby resting on his hips, low and heavy. Like a bowling ball, the head of his child rested on his pelvis, almost threatening to fall out of him with every movement.

Aiden groaned, falling to a squat as another contraction took over him.

“God…!” He whimpered, “Come on…!”

The first three months, he barely showed. In Aiden’s mind, it meant that he was lucky, that he was gonna have a small baby and, shit, maybe he could even ignore it. But as soon as he went past the three-month mark, his stomach just swelled. By the moment he was seven months or so, he looked pregnant with twins.

If anyone looked at him, they would never guess that he wasn’t pregnant with twins, just with a huge baby.

He could feel it when he walked. How as each month passed everything just became harder and harder with the enormous baby in his womb, from tying his shoes to bending over to pick stuff from the floor.

But, incredibly contradictory, his body seemed to just naturally adjust to it. His dad said that it was meant to be, he was such a good girl for carrying his baby so well.

He wasn’t sure about that, but his own body seemed to agree with his dad. Everything seemed that he was meant to be a mother, to carry big babies like a good girl.

And like any good girl, the more pregnant and full and big he got, the hungrier he was for having strong hands around his body and a big dick filling him up. It was almost a craving, to have someone spread his pussy lips and fuck him good.

In the end, he just couldn’t help getting wet every time he saw his naked body in the mirror. His stomach was huge and gravid, his tender breasts resting on top of the mound of flesh. His hips, now wide and made for what they meant to do: bring a baby to this world. Like a good girl.

Another contraction took him away from his thoughts. His hand moved between his legs, feeling the sensation of his swollen and wet pussy lips parting as he slid a finger inside of himself to check his progress.

“Ughn… mhm…” he groaned, rocking his hips in the air at the feeling of fucking himself. “Fuck…mhm…”

The head was almost there. He could feel it making its way down his pelvis and getting closer to spread him open. The thought made him shiver.

As he waddled around the living room, pacing with both hands cupping his stomach, another painful contraction took him almost by surprise. He still wasn't used to the sudden explosions of pain that made his body shake with each contraction. Aiden gripped with a hand the couch, and with the other, he rubbed circles on the tense skin of his stomach.

Aiden let out a loud moan when he felt the baby descending in his pelvis.

“Oh, you're so low,” Aiden groaned. “Ugh….mhm…”

The contraction passed, and he panted and started to walk again. It was only as he walked around that he realized how low the baby actually was now. It felt as if at every step the baby could just pop out of him, the weight sitting uncomfortably on his birth canal.

He had been able to ignore the almost invisible need to push that was there, but now, the need was becoming an urge and with every moment, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

“So low…” Aiden whimpered, pressing his forehead to the couch back as he rocked his hips in the air.

Besides all the discomfort, besides the feeling of the head right behind his swollen lips and threatening to split him open, it sort of felt right. His body was doing what it was meant to be, after all. His body was meant to be fertile and gravid, his womb always full, like the slut he always knew he was.

“Aghnn…!” Aiden whined, coming down to a squat as another contraction hit him. “Fuck. I’m so close. It’s coming…!”

His stomach tensed and it felt like a hundred needles on his back when the contraction reached its peak. He bit his lips, and beneath him, his knees trembled as the baby descended even lower.

As he stood up with difficulty, another contraction took over him. His lips parted and Aiden let out a long, loud groan as his legs forced themselves apart: the head of the baby made its way lower and suddenly, it was right there, right behind his lips. With a hand, he reached to feel his swollen lips. Brushing over his sensitive clit, he felt the head beginning to crown.

“Oh, ughn…” he moaned, standing with his legs apart to give the head all the space it needed. “Fuck! Ughn!”

Another contraction and Aiden squatted again. His body instinctively pushed, and the head slipped a bit out. With every passing second, with every unconscious push that his body gave.

“Ahh…ugh…” Aiden moaned as he slowly propped himself up. “Mhnmg…shit…”

He waddled around the couch, walking comically due to the head crowning between his legs. One of his hands was on his tense stomach and the other was down between his legs, feeling the bulge of the head on his swollen pussy. As soon as he was in the middle of the living room, he squatted down again, his legs wide open.

His chin pressed to his chest as Aiden pushed with the next contraction.

“Ugh…!” He whimpered, eyes closed and face turning red. “Fuck! Come on…I can feel you. Nhgn!”

The head slipped past his lips a bit more. Then, his eyes widened at the sensation: it was big. So big. Bigger than he thought.

He screamed as another contraction took over him. Things were going fast, and he thought he should be happy with it, but the head was so big that it felt as if it were to split him open.

“Oh God, oh God…mhgn!” He moaned, pushing again. “It's so big! Nhgn! I need to push so bad…”.

His hand was cupping his pussy, preventing the head from coming too fast. It was unbearable to have it stretching him open like that, barely bulging out of his pussy lips, but at the same time, it felt good. Like his father said, a woman's purpose was to bring life. And that was exactly what his body was doing right now.

“C'mon, baby! Ah-nnn!” He grunted, his face scrunching up in effort as he pushed again. “Please…. f…fuck! Ughn!”

The head slid further out of him. If his dad were here, he would be cooing at him and telling him what a good girl he was, pushing so good, listening to what his body was made to do and letting it do it.

“Please, come on…” he pleaded, cupping the baby’s head, now really close to fully crowning in his hand. “Nhn…you’re so big!”

A yelp escaped his lips when the head finally popped out of him, his knees trembling as he used both hands to support the head. It was huge, fucking huge as a gush of amniotic fluid came out of his tortured lips.

“Ah-hn!” he whimpered, feeling the head stretching out his lips. “Come on, baby…! Ahh-hn!”

Another push. His lips spread even more around the head, and with the next push, it popped out of him completely with a gush of amniotic fluid that stained the carpet beneath him.

“Oh–ah…okay…” he grunted, his chest trembling at the next contraction. “Now… the shoulders…”

He pushed. One of the shoulders popped out of him almost effortlessly. In his hands, the baby was huge, and he could feel it. His hole was burning with each push, with each contraction that rushed through his womb.

“Nhgn….!” gritting his teeth, he pushed. The other shoulder came out.

He let out a yelp at the burning sensation of the shoulder, huge, stretching him out. If he were a real man, then his body wouldn’t just be able to take it. But he wasn’t, he thought as he panted through the next contraction. Maybe his dad was right and he wasn't. He was meant for this. to be a pretty girl and to birth babies.

“Come on baby…” he panted, looking down at his swollen stomach. “Just… nhgn… you’re almost there. Pleas- ah-ghn!”

He pushed, not able to stand the feeling of his pussy being spread so much. Nothing happened. Aiden shifted in his place, his legs were burning from being squatting. Both shoulders were stretching him out mercilessly, stuck on his poor pusy.

“Ughnn…!” he grunted, pressing his chin to his chest as another contraction rippled through him. “Agh! F…fuck!”

Fuck. Nothing happened. A sense of dread and panic rushed through him. God, he needed to change positions. Aiden let himself fall on his back, propping both legs up and holding his thighs back.

“Mhgn…shit! Please, please come on…!” another whimper escaped his mouth when the next contraction came.

He pushed, and the shoulders still didn’t budget. “S…shit! You’re st…stuck. Nhgn!”

His pussy was burning and his body was urging him to push, it was screaming at him to push the baby out, but even when he used all of his might, the shoulders didn’t seem to budge. Another contraction hit him, and he could only whimper.

With a low moan, Aiden rolled and crawled over as he could, getting on all fours. Under him, his tender breasts fell free and his swollen stomach swung with every movement as Aiden rocked back and forth.

“Ohhh…hgn…” he moaned, rocking his hips in the air, “..please!”

Another contraction rippled through his stomach and his arms trembled as he bore down with another push. This time, the shoulder moved slowly a bit. Just a bit, enough to stretch his hole out even more.

“Ahhghnnn! Fuck…!” He whimpered, trembling at the sensation “Mhgn! Nhgn!”

He whimpered. His body trembled as he screamed at the feeling of the shoulders, huge and broad and stuck, opening and stretching his hole. They were stuck.

“F…fuck! Nhgn…!” He gritted his teeth as he pushed.

The shoulders moved a bit more.

“Please…nhgn…baby!” He moaned, sweat dripping down his face. “Ahgn…f…fuck!”

Aiden crawled back to a squat. His pussy was throbbing, begging for relief as his legs trembled beneath him, and another contraction took over his body. He reached his hands behind him and pressed against his lower back. The muscles tensed, his back arching, his pussy burning as the shoulders refused to move.

“Ughnn! Fuck!” he panted, breathing heavily as he squirmed in place. “Shi- hgnn!”

A contraction hit him and he let out a strangled cry, his eyes squeezed shut tight. He pushed again, his fingers pressing hard into the skin of his thighs as he leaned his weight forward.

“Ohhhh nhg…!” He cried out in pain, tears running down his cheeks. He panted heavily, his breathing shaky, and he rocked forward.

This time, when he pushed, the shoulders finally came out of him with a gush.

“Ow! Ah-hn…!” he panted, catching the baby's body.

Aiden gently held the small naked bundle in his hands, staring at the crying baby in his hands and catching his breath. He did it, he thought. He did what his body was meant for, what he was supposed to do, like the good girl he was.

[heartshapedwomb22]

going into labor while in someone's lap turns me on so much. moaning and whimpering as my back arches and their hands hold and rub my belly from behind. im accidentally turning them on from the combination of my sounds and the way i subconsciously rock my hips in their lap to try and cope with the pressure. they cant help but hump my ass and rub my clit as i pant and groan, feeling their baby press against my pelvis so heavily.

[kinkyrelief]

What Have You Done to Yourself?

CW: mentions of noncon

God, it consumed your every thought.

Night after night, the silhouette of your young, fertile body was projected on the far wall of your bedroom, colors dancing around you, scrolling endlessly on your laptop or your phone or whatever window you used to peer into the unsavory reaches of the internet. Your eyes glazed over as you took in their perfect forms. Full, heavy breasts capped with darkened, leaking nipples. Hips, widened, softened, altered down to the very bone underneath, gave these women shapes of motherhood and femininity. Their bodies were padded and plush, a byproduct of their natural inclination to feed the life growing inside them, a delightful, maternal plumpness that found its way to their cheeks, their chins (double or otherwise), their hips and thighs and rear and even the mounds between their legs. Most of all, however, your eyes were drawn to the image of their gravid, swollen middles. Your eyes naturally followed the curve down their torsos, out to the furthest extent of their shape. It didn’t matter how far along she was. If the women were barely showing, just a subtle dome that wouldn’t be out of place after a big meal, your eyes would still be drawn to the spot just below her navel, knowing the little life growing day by day inside it. Just as much, you enjoyed the sight of a woman on the verge of bursting, her skin almost reflective in its taut state, angry and red, covered in stretch marks as if she had been trying to claw at her own body for even an inch more space. In your eyes, in your heart, in the fiery core of your need, these women were perfect; they had the ideal figure; they were the epitome of everything that they had been designed by evolution to do.

It wasn’t merely an appreciation for their bodies, though.

You wanted it.

You wanted it for yourself.

You couldn’t stop thinking about yourself in her place. Whimpers rose out of you as you pictured yourself, swollen and heavy, struggling to lift yourself out of a chair like you had in countless videos. Arousal surged through your body as you imagined the aching fullness in your breasts, swollen several cup sizes beyond your current size, a tightness both inside from the swelling supply of milk and outside from the tightness of bras that show just how far your body has warped. You feared breaking the skin of your lip, biting so hard, as you pictured yourself from behind, womanly hips swaying with every step and an ass, doughy and round and soft, wobbling in time with the swishing of your hips. You wanted to watch yourself grow, experiencing, as so many so-called educational videos had described it, “the miracle of motherhood.” When you closed your eyes, you could see yourself standing in front of the mirror, watching as you move quickly through the stages, your body changing before your eyes. Nine months, forty weeks, passed in a matter of seconds, culminating in twin screams. One scream burned in your imagination, the first sign that you’re finally ready to bring your child into the world. The other scream echoed around your small, empty room, complimenting the spasm of a body wracked with orgasm, bucking and tensing your hips against nothing at all.

And as you laid back, breathing heavily, sweat matted to your forehead, a simple, familiar thought surfaced:

You wanted it. You needed it.

You needed to be bred.

It seemed so familiar and so obvious. You needed to be bred. You knew you’d love it. You knew it would feel like the epitome of everything you’ve ever done, every decision leading you to that moment. A constant and familiar thought, you assumed it would never change.

Until it did.

Until that night, when your friend was on top of you, thrusting into your needy cunt. His hands gripped your hips, holding them steady as he used your body. Animal. Primal. Lustful. Even if he didn’t know it, he needed it, too. Written into the very core of his existence, a singular and overwhelming desire to bring his progeny into the world and ensure the continuation of his species. No command could be so pure, no desire so honest. He didn’t have second thoughts. Hell, he didn’t have any thoughts, save for the repetition of the simple order to breed, breed, breed.

You, on the other hand, were no longer as sure as you once had been. As he filled you, as he touched parts of your body in ways that you had never experienced before, doubt crept in. Maybe it was just a kink. Maybe it was just a fetish, one to be enjoyed in abstract, something that happened to other women. Now that you were there, now that you were facing the reality of your entire life being upended over a single night of passion, that certainty was gone. You looked up into his eyes and found none of the friendly affection you knew, that led you to ask him for such a monumental favor. All you could see was a beast, rutting, claiming his mate. It was too much. You couldn’t take it anymore. You pushed on his shoulders, realizing for the first time just how much stronger he was than you. You tried to open your mouth to beg him to stop, but only moans would emerge, stifling your pleas in your throat. You stared into his eyes and hoped he could see the desperation behind them. In the end, all you could manage, was a hoarse, whispered “P-please…” Such hopes went unanswered as, a moment later, his whole body tensed. His fingers left bruises on your hips, the nails crescent marks. The muscles of his neck tightened. His jaw set. An ancient growl, echoing sounds made by ancestors tens of thousands of years hence, ripped from his throat.

A final thrust.

His cock thickened inside you.

And then

Your own body betrayed you.

The feeling of his cum filling you, pouring into your deepest crevices like molten desire, brought you to the edge yourself. In the dark room, bright spots burst in front of your eyes as your hips bucked up into him, delighted to finally do so against a warm body. Pleasure courses through your every nerve, muscles twisting and tensing. Nothing could have prepared for those feelings, your imagination utterly failing to do it any kind of real justice. Your head swam for a few minutes after, the room spinning around you, the only constants being the soft bed beneath you and a new feeling of fullness inside you.

The deed was done.

A test confirmed it a short while later, after days of agonizing unknowing.

His seed had taken root.

You had been bred. You were pregnant.

You would be a mother.

Now you stand in front of the mirror, watching as every day your body becomes a bit more foreign. You poke and prod at the softness slowly enveloping you. You watch as your clothes become tighter, so many of your shirts now leaving a band of stretched skin exposed, a bellybutton threatening to become smooth in just a matter of weeks. Your breasts ache in ways that no amount of massaging can ease. Every time you put on your favorite pair of jeans and feel how much closer they are to being painted on, you wonder if it’ll be the last time you wear them. Similar thoughts arise when you lift your swelling body out of a chair or out of a bed, wondering if the next time you go down will be your last before… before…

You swallow as you reach down and place a hand over belly button, wincing at the rawness of nearby stretch marks. The time for wondering whether you wanted it or not is over. You have it: a life growing and occasionally squirming inside you. Flashes of worry move through your mind. Will you be able to keep your job? Keep going to classes? Will your friends support you? Will your family? Will you have to move? How much are diapers and cribs and clothes and toys and-

The only way out of the spiral is to shut your eyes tight and simply will yourself not to think about it, deep breaths bringing you back to reality. You swallow, your eyes slowly opening, looking at ruined body before you. Even after giving birth, this will be your body. Swollen breasts, widened hips, stretch marks faded but still present. The body of a mother. Young and mature in the same stroke. Your thumb slips into your belly button and your fingers curl underneath, grabbing the swollen mound.

What have you done to yourself?

[boywombs]

going to a club with shitty reviews on purpose, specifically ones left by women saying the men are super creepy and don't take no for an answer

dressing up like a slut to rapebait them cause you know you're not brave enough to make the first move, putting yourself in a situation where the choice is gonna be taken from you

and you think that's what you want, that it'd be super hot to finally try this irl after fantasizing about it online for so long

until it actually, actually happens and you're being dragged to the restroom, the bartender doesn't care to help even though he clearly notices the panicked look you give him, and you end up crowded into a stall with a man towering over you, grunting in your ear, leaving painful hickeys on your neck while he strips you

barely any prep before he sheaths himself in your cunt, gripping your hips to the point of bruising. you panic, pushing and tugging at him, saying you're not on birth control and he has to use a condom. of course you aren't, that was part of the fantasy. when you were masturbating like a bitch in heat you thought it'd be soo hot to actually have a man put a load in you unprotected

it's not so hot now, with his thrusting becoming sloppier, moaning shamelessly and telling you to your face how you fucked up, he's not gonna let you get away, he'll get you pregnant. he promises

he cums, his euphoric moan drowning out your scream as he holds you close, breathing heavy, cock pressed up against your cervix while it spurts again and again. ruining your life in a dirty bathroom stall, all for a fun, thrill seeking club adventure

(AU: it's a gay club and a guy knocks you up to put you in your place and keep you out of the club, tired of fakeboys showing up thinking they belong there)

[milkyboytoy]

t4t relationship where a tgirl wants nothing more than to make her tboy boyfriend into a mommy 🩷