All it takes is one - you could be a very staunch feminist and proponent of equal rights, but at the end of the day you're still a woman, and women are still just breeding cows.

Obviously if you're just indulging your kink then lie about your ovulation window and get plowed on your safe days. Just make sure you keep good track of your cycle, these donors are very determined to knock you up after all~

Amy waddled over to the couch and slowly sat down. She looked hot and bothered and not just because of the pregnancy.

“You would not believe what happened at work today Tom”, she snarled, hands bawling into fists and cheeks flushing red with anger.

“What’s that honey?”

“They put me on admin work today. Admin work! Me! After all the sales I’ve brought in over the years, the money, the business reputation, they’ve reduced me to the most basic role in the company!

“Well you are about to pop at any minute babe”.

“That doesn’t make me stupid though does it? I still have it all here”, she snapped pointing at her head to emphasis her point whilst her other hand rubbed her belly. “I can’t believe this. I’m going to…going to…”

Tom put up a hand. She stopped and stared at him incredulously.

“But you don’t have all your intelligence and business acumen anymore do you?”

Her eyes grew wide with rage. She was about to scream at him. To tell him how dare he call her dumb but then he said two words, calmly and simply.

“Baby brain”.

She froze. Her jaw dropped and eyes went slightly cross eyed. The trigger words caused her brain to stop on its trajectory and all of a sudden the future Tom had planned for her began to run through her mind’s eye like a cinema reel.

There she was surrounded by kids and toddlers and babies of all ages. How many were there? Too many to count. And she was still pregnant, absolutely huge. She kept trying and failing to get up off the couch. Her mind was so overwhelmed with the children, with chores, with errands that it didn’t leave a single second to contemplate her career. She was on a never ending carousal of maternity leave stints. Every time she was close to coming back and restoring her career reputation she fell pregnant again.

The very notion should have made her feel miserable and depressed but instead she felt incredibly tuned on. Her aching nipples were pert and alert. She held her huge belly and felt a damp patch spreading between her legs. She huffed and puffed and groaned but at the edges of her mouth was a satisfied smile.

And baby brain is exactly how she felt. Amy was dizzy and air-headed and empty without an interesting business problem to obsess over and resolve. There would be no more career achievements, no more milestones or financial reports or meetings. It was just endless outings to the park and coffee shops, wheeling about prams and buggies, feeling overwhelmed and desperately relying on the help of strangers. Submissive and helpless.

Suddenly she snapped back into the present. Her skin pricked with heat and her cheeks were fully crimson. She wiped away the beads of sweat from her forehead slowly and looked Tom deep in the eyes, nodding slowly as if finally understanding, finally submitting to the future.

“I…I…better call work. Best, best I start my maternity leave now”.

Tom smiled and rubbed her upper thigh softly.

“Good girl”.

I’m 26 and have been on testosterone for 10 years fully passing. My husband and I are going to try for a baby but we have to save up enough/get insurance logistics arranged that I can essentially go into “hiding” when pregnant. My husband is extremely worried about my safety being visibly trans and pregnant.

I can’t stop thinking about if I had gotten knocked up when I was in highschool either pre T or early on and how reverting back to a girl would have been so easy. All these little girls messaging you about if they should get bred or not and I just wanted to say don’t wait! Especially if you haven’t had top surgery yet. My husband loves telling me how he would have filled me up and made me a teen mom and I still rub myself to the guys that begged to fuck me bare before I was on BC. I was always too scared and ended up blocking them and i wish I’d just spread my legs. If I could go back to I would find a much older man who wanted a baby and become a teen wife and mom. Ironic that I regret not getting taken advantage of and getting a degree + transitioning. I’m sure I could have found a man to move me in with him and fix me but I listened to all the ‘good’ advice about respecting myself.

Also my husband is very into the misgendering kink. The first time all I had to say was ‘is it okay if I feel like a girl during sex?’ And he immediately misgendered me until I came on his cock. When I explained it to him later I told him that I want him to pretend women don’t really exist and there’s only real me and trans men and trans men are made to have babies, take care of real men, only bottom, etc. He immediately said ‘oh that’s how I already think’ and was worried I would be offended but obviously not. I realize that my husband and almost certainly many other men don’t think of me as a man with ‘some differences’ but a woman that is made to be aesthetically pleasing to gay men so they can also have a little house wife to fuck and fill. So what exactly makes me a man if I want to be a good traditional woman in every way except I like looking like a boy. No matter what I do if my root desire is to be a mommy then all I’ve done is become a niche fetish.

You know, obviously I don't like that you have to worry for your safety. But I love that because you took T for all those years, you're going to become a sweet little stay-at-home mommy-to-be as soon as your man knocks you up.

And it's so, so cute that this is the advice you're giving from "the other side" - having been on testosterone for a decade, post-top, doing family planning with a loving husband who enjoys your altered body. "Don't be like me! Don't try to live up to your identity! Don't wait, don't think, just get knocked up! If I could go back and do it again, I'd spread my legs for an older man who wanted me as a teen mommy."

I said yes like an idiot and met him at a motel, which he paid for. We fucked and I felt him slip the condom off (I didn’t say anything because of how hot that is) and he came inside of me twice in an hour (I think?)

It felt so good to give my body what it so badly wanted.

A little less than a month later I’m throwing up most mornings, and my chest feels extremely sore so I take a test, and it’s positive.

I messaged him what happened and he sent a picture of his cock, so I went to his place for the first time.

He tied me up (he’s into that shit) and he came inside me multiple times, all while clutching my lower belly. I honestly think he wanted to get me pregnant, I’m not sure if I should keep it, I’m 4 months in and my state has a cutoff at around 5 months.. every time we meet he fucks me really good (cums inside each time) and asks about how the kid is so I don’t want to disappoint him.

Any ideas for how to proceed? My hips are already so wide so I think I’d be able to give birth easily. I just don’t know what to do, and I don’t want to stop seeing him for obvious reasons. I feel the baby kick every so often and it makes me so dysphoric.

God, little sluts like you are adorable. Four months pregnant by a stranger who knocked you up without your consent, and wondering whether you should give birth so you don't have to disappoint him. And looking for guidance from another strange man who wants you pregnant.

Does it really matter what I say, though? Just from the way you tell this story, it's obvious what an addict you've become for your baby daddy's cock. You say "I messaged him [that he'd gotten me pregnant by stealthing me] and he sent a picture of his cock, so I went to his place for the first time" - as if that's the most natural sequence of events in the world. He bred you, he wanted to fuck you again, so you went to his bed and spread your legs.

His little "accident" is already kicking its way to life inside of you. If you wait just a little longer, there'll be nothing you can do about it, except take his cum and wait to give birth. You're already rationalizing it - "I have such wide hips, it won't be that bad." (And they'll be wider before you're done.) Just take the easy option, don't do anything that'll upset your man, and before you know it, you'll be pushing out his baby.

Once I get in his deluded little head I’d like to liquor him up and take him back to my place. Once I get him inside I’m locking the door and getting him naked. I’ll be so gentle at first, slowly building up to groping his ass and then shedding his shirt, then the binder, then his pants, and boxers.

Once I reveal his sticky kitty and pull out my dick I wont give a fuck though. It gets me so fucking hot thinking about how vulnerable and nervous he would be. I’m sure he’d be subconsciously trying to cover his tits but I wouldn’t allow that. I’m groping hard and tweaking his nipples while we make out.

Before he tries to warn me about using a condom I’m pushing my cock in her swollen hole. Tboys are usually wet as fuck from neglect and how horny all those hormones make them. I love their juicy clits and would be bullying the shit out of that little guy.

After thrusting in balls deep I’m sure she’ll say something like “pull out before you cum” or “I’m not on birth control” But I wont give a fuck. I’m just keep fucking her until she’s coming on my cock over and over again.

I’m not stopping until this slut is on the edge of passing out. I want my cockhead jammed up her cervix and punching stars in her vision. I want that little pocket pussy wrapped around my shaft and milking the jizz out of me.

Once my balls start seizing up I’m blowing a huge wad inside her unprotected pussy. I’m not pulling out for a single pulse and sending all of my swimmers directly into her waiting womb.

I can imagine a cuntboy being so overwhelmed that she wouldn’t know what to do. 9 times out of ten you can fuck them again while they are in a state of shock even harder. Once I’m done taking her cunt for a ride and dumping a couple more loads in her I’m grabbing my shit and leaving her to cry with my cum dribbling out of her pussy.

all of a sudden he stood up — i thought i did a bad job or something — but he had me lay on my back and hang my head off the edge of the bed. i'd never been throatfucked like that before and he's really thick so i asked him to go slow. he did at first but then he groaned and started pounding my throat, shoving his whole cock in for longer and longer durations until i was squirming and unable to breathe. he reached down and started rubbing my pussy while his cock was still all the way down my throat and i almost passed out from pleasure and lack of oxygen.

he told me he wanted to fuck me and i asked if he had a condom. he said no but i was so horny that i just asked him to make sure he pulls out. he said he would and flipped me around on the bed and immediately started pounding my pussy in a mating press. he was hitting the exact right spot over and over and i ended up cumming on his cock. after he felt me cum he moaned really loud and started saying "i'm sorry, i can't pull out, i'm sorry, i'm sorry." i panicked and tried to get out but i was all the way underneath him. i begged him not to but he came hard inside my pussy — i felt him twitch and shoot at least four ropes of cum inside me.