tboy preg

weeks go by, then a month, then two... i still havent told them. now i'm just playing a game to see how long it takes them to notice. i start wearing baggier clothes, fucking in the dark, politely declining offers to smoke and drink. claiming i'm just on a t-break.

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.

someone at the center of a large queer friend group offers themselves as a surrogate — both because they love their friends who wouldn't be able to have children otherwise, but also because they have a raging breeding kink. their friends, knowningly or not, indulge them. bonus points if any of the friends are doing (or arranging for, or watching) the breedings themselves!

some large group arrangement (could be a polycule, but doesn't have to be) decides to make a game of things. the group's "recipient" (aka cumdump) is trussed up in the middle of a room for free use, and the whole group goes to town. the person gets knocked up and goes through pregnancy normally (as normally as one can while regularly getting fucked stupid by ten of your closest friends), and the baby's paternity is tested after birth. that parent is now "out", relegated to either childcare or is otherwise not allowed to cum inside if still participating in the orgies. the game continues until the number of sperm donors dwindles down to one; the lucky winner who's allowed to absolutely ravish the recipient privately. after that point? the game starts all over again >:D

(i'm struggling to get some of my writing mojo back, but i'm tinkering with an insanely indulgent story that includes pieces of both of these ideas. Some Day !™)

Oh, we're always still thinking about impreg scenarios around here. 😆

You're definitely right that these two scenarios go well together! And what's fun about a situation like this is that the relationships between the parties involved don't have to be romantic. For some reason, the thought of a queer friend group 'helping' each other out and enjoying sex together (while bucking amatonormative societal norms) gives me the warm fuzzies.

Best of luck regaining your writing mojo, by the way! If you end up creating that insanely indulgent story, I'd love to read it!