Sarah

Became less curvy? But your hip bones are still so wide.

Got facial hair? But that could be shaved, and your face is still so small underneath.

No more tits? Let me fondle you anyway and see how much of a handful I can get.

Months later your tits are ballooning and swelling. Milk desperately leaking from them as your stomach gets bigger too. Being forced off T for your new child and now when you have sex he’s cumming in you every time as your giant tits bounce and leak.

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.

it's honestly becoming a problem. i know i should wait, i'm young and it'd just mess up my life plans... but god fuck i wanna feel a baby shift and kick inside of me. I wanna feel my tits growing with milk. id take all the discomfort and nausea if it meant i get to watch my body grow and change.

Of course he waits on you hand and foot, but always pushes just a *bit* further than you're comfortable with when he wants sex, to the point it's easier to give in even if you don't want it. Insists on taking pictures and videos of your pregnant body even though you're starting to feel dysphoric, a bunch of them when you're half dressed or completely naked, getting out of the shower or ready in the morning. But he's not showing your friends or family, so it can't be that bad?

Labor starts and you just want to get to a hospital, have an epidural and drift through childbirth in a drugged, half-remembered haze. He's helping you time contractions, promises you'll leave when the contractions are about 7 minutes apart. Encourages you to take a nice long shower while he sits in the bathroom with you. You can hear him getting more breathless and excited as time goes on, but keeps telling you contractions are 15 minutes apart, 14 minutes apart, no real progress...

Then you're braced against the wall of the shower, groaning as the pain and pressure throbs through you, you dip your hips, squat deep as you hear him groan outside of the shower. The door opens, he just drinks you in as you start moaning, low and deep, which slowly turns into a grunt as you push.

imagine a guy thinks he's hiding it well, too. he's nearing his due date--he's big--but he was so certain that he'd managed to play it off as weight gain. it's winter, anyway. perfect time to hide a pregnancy under the baggiest hoodie, and a slouch.

until he's sitting (legs splayed out for his belly to have room to hang down between them, he's still able to cram himself behind his desk this way) in biology class. they've been talking about the different systems, it's all very rudimentary in a way that feels insulting for a college level class, and today is reproduction in mammals. the guy feels himself getting hot between his legs as the professor shows a diagram of sperm penetrating an egg. he hates what's happened to him, but this is where it started.

the professor is showing a human gestation as an example. the different trimesters...he wants to look away, it's just too real for him to handle when he can feel his burden kicking his ribs...but he can't close his ears.

"the fetus starts very small and indistinct, but will mature and grow until it reaches full term, which..."

the professor's eyes land on him. his heart pounds. in that moment, he knows the professor knows. he thinks that's all it is--a judgmental glance--until the man beckons him.

"actually, we're in luck. we have a living, breathing example here in class today." he hasn't stopped staring at the guy. "do you mind coming up here for a second?"

the guy feels frozen. all eyes are on him.

he can't just say no. he can't deny that he's pregnant, either--now that the professor has put that out there, there's no mistaking the round curve that pushes against his sweatshirt. maybe there never was. maybe everyone knew all along that he'd fooled around and gotten laden with a heavy, kicky baby that he was too scared to think about for longer than five minutes. that he'd probably pop before winter exams, and have to redo all of his classes, but was stubbornly showing up to these because he refused to admit it to himself.

everyone is staring. the baby kicks.

the guy stands up with great effort, and he swears his belly looks so much larger--so obvious--than before. he waddles to the front, beet red with embarrassment and effort. it doesn't matter anymore--he cups his bump with both hands to help ease the burden. he lets himself look as pregnant as he really is.

the professor wastes no time in flipping up the sweatshirt to reveal the strained, bloated bump. the guy winces, knowing it's not pretty--he can barely stand to look at it himself. his belly button is pulled taut, theres so many stretchmarks and veins, and he's a little hairy. his body has become completely animal, sacrificing itself to his fertility. his classmates are whispering to each other.

"if i had to guess, i'd say he's 38 weeks along. ready to birth anytime, probably. this is what full term looks like...turn to the side, please."

the boy does what he's told. there's no point in not.

a few students gasp at his size when they see how far it actually juts out from his hips.

the professor starts feeling his belly, firmly. he nods his head. "yep, head down and everything. at this moment, there is a fully formed baby inside his womb. a newborn, waiting to be born. he doesn't have long--what a treat, to have an example for today's lesson. usually, people don't leave the house when they're this pregnant."

the professor turns to the classmates, and the guy tries to hide back beneath his sweatshirt. he tries to go back to where he was seated, but the professor stops him. "wait," he says, looking back to the class.

"any questions?"

Suddenly, all of our bellies start to curve outwards. You see people shifting uncomfortably in their chairs, some pat their bellies under the table in confusion, and others pretend that nothing is happening, assuming it must be random bloating.

That is, until they swell into obvious pregnant bumps, our tshirts growing tight, and slowly lifting up to expose our rounded underbellies. Some unfortunate souls wore buttoned shirts that begin to strain, and eventually pop off and rip, exposing their flattened navels and stretch marks, ripe with movement.

We all freak out, crying or sitting in shock, or angrily denying what is happening. We're all clutching at our now huge baby bumps and groaning in disbelief. Some spread their legs to accommodate their new girth, others struggle to stand up and waddle away. One guy who looks like he is going to pop tries to waddle away, screaming that this can't be happening, cradling his huge belly with both hands. His legs give out and he falls to his knees, his big leaking tits ripping out of his binder as he grunts in pain, a big wet patch spreading across his trousers.

Their penis would naturally fit inside my vagina and with some movement, the penis would ejaculate into my hole and I can then become pregnant because I have a uterus. Like screw labels, science and the universe made me so I can take sperm, not make it. I'm SUPPOSED to become pregant, I'm SUPPOSED to be a hole ready for cock, I'm SUPPOSED to be filled with sperm because the universe made me this way.