ANJU'S SECRETS

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the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

Lately I've been thinking about some of the common themes of forced pregnancy in kink. When a story focuses on pregnancy itself, or the prospect of pregnancy - as opposed to impregnation per se - it seems like there are (at least) three mostly-independent axes that you can place it on:

Abandonment <----> Possessiveness

Destructive <----> Improving

Dysphoric <----> Corrective

Abandonment <----> Possessiveness: The power to walk away vs. the power to keep.

Abandonment: "You're going to push out my baby, and I won't even remember your name."

Focus is on the inherent unfairness of sex: the rapist can get the victim pregnant and just leave them with the consequences. Often coupled with themes of naivety, like a boy lying to a girl just so he can fuck her and then leaving before she finds out she's pregnant.

Possessiveness: "I've claimed you now, and that means you're mine forever."

Focus is on pregnancy as a form of ownership: you're bearing my child, your body will change for me, you're mine. The far end of this is often kidnapping - the rapist takes the victim as a literal possession, and gets them pregnant over and over.

Destructive <----> Improving: Is pregnancy physically good or bad for the victim?

Destructive: "You think you can just flaunt that cute little body in front of me? I'm going to ruin it."

Focus is on the physical toll of pregnancy and birth, both during and afterwards. A lot of this is just indirect sadism - the rapist hurting the victim even more, for nine months - but it often pairs with the idea that pregnancy will take away someone's attractiveness, so they're claiming something irreplaceable and damaging the victim forever. Dumbification-through-pregnancy fits in here too, when viewed as bad (which isn't always!).

Improving: "I know you don't want it, but you're going to be so cute with a baby bump."

Focus is on the victim becoming more attractive to the rapist as a result of the pregnancy - pairs with maiesiophilia, lactation kink, attraction to curvier people, etc. The rapist gets to reshape the victim to their liking, and often the victim ends up liking it too (in "corrective" stories).

Dysphoric <----> Corrective: Does the pregnancy ruin the victim's life, or do they learn to love it?

Dysphoric: "When I come inside you, I'm taking away your future."

Focus is on negative psychological and social consequences of pregnancy: the victim hating their body, dropping out of school, losing friends, experiencing gender dysphoria, being a single parent, etc. The more the victim suffers, the better.

Corrective: "Stop resisting, sweetheart. This is what you were meant to do."

Focus is on making the victim a woman who's subservient to men, especially if they otherwise weren't: turning militant feminists into housewives, detransitioning trans men, making lesbians "turn straight", etc. Usually there's an element of brainwashing or having the victim spontaneously realize "her natural place" - either way, the victim ends up happily subjugated.

I must have been so deeply exhausted from a long day of motherhood that I never noticed you creep into the room and scoop me into your arms. I didn’t wake while you carried me down the hall to our bedroom. I didn’t even wake when you put me down on the bed, propping me up on a pillow and crawling between my legs.

It was only when I felt your fingers playing with my clit, that I finally snapped out of my slumber and back into reality. I moaned loudly, caught off guard by the sudden waves of pleasure radiating upwards. My heart clenched in fear as I felt you on top of me.

I had given birth to our daughter 8 months beforehand. I was wholly dedicated to raising your child, and it was tiring for me. I knew you were a little jealous that I was paying more attention to her, but you never vocalized it much. Till recently.

“I miss when you were pregnant.” You said to me, a few nights ago at dinner. “You were so cute when you were huge with my baby.”

I looked up from feeding our baby, her sucking eagerly from my breast. “You miss that? I was so helpless! You had to do almost everything for me.”

“Well yeah, but it was kind of nice. That big belly, you always needing me to help you walk or go up stairs or get food.” You leaned forward and put your hand on my stomach, “You I know, I make more than enough to hire a good nanny to help out…”

And at that moment, I knew you were going to fill me again. You slept pressed against me, hands on my belly, lips against the back of my neck. Your erection raged but I shrugged it off. I didn’t want to even begin thinking of conceiving again. Even with a nanny to help out, I couldn’t imagine going through that transformation again.

The second night I slept in the nursery, and only woke to climb into our bed early in the morning. You grumbled and pawed at me, but soon had to rise to go to work.

And now, you were hovering over me, fingers circling my clit, staring down at me. I knew what you were to do.

You were inside me in an instant. I couldn’t help but cry out, mostly in surprise. We hadn’t fucked since before the birth, and I had been working hard to return my body to complete normal. Your cock stretched my pussy immediately, filling me to an almost uncomfortable limit.

You groaned as you started thrusting. I tried to protest but you held my face into the bed, unconcerned with my wants. I was so vulnerable to your animalistic pleasures, unable to do anything to stop you on your quest to fill me with your seed again.

I tried to push against you, but I was too tired. You kissed my neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, whispering into my ear.

“I’m going to cum in you, again and again. I decided I’m going to keep you pregnant for a long, long time. I don’t care if I have to hire a different nanny for each baby I pump into you, you’re my wife and that means this womb belongs to me. You understand?”

I tried to shake my head but you growlrd, biting hard into my shoulder. Your thrusts increased in speed and power, making the bed creak loudly.

“You’re my wife and that means I can breed you whenever. Your body is mine.” You whispered menacingly, “Understand?”

I did. I didn’t want to, but I did. I knew it was my place to open myself to you and bear your children, no matter how degrading I thought that sounded. I loved you and I loved our family so much, how could I deny you?