wwait please say more about the being led around by the baby head sticking out….that might be the hottest thing ive ever read in my life. the image of an overdue trans man waddling around whimpering and begging to push GOD 🥴
Omg yeah it’s so 😵💫 Two scenarios that immediately jump to mind are:
Hardcore BDSM couple who purposefully go to the kink club when the sub goes into labor, and put him in a bodysuit so that every clench of his womb is highlighted in clinging latex, and no matter how hard he pushes, he can’t get past a crown. They start the scene with him locked into a chair with stirrups so everyone can see his cunt bulging and the head slowly stretching the latex between his legs.
But when he can’t push it any further, the dom gets him up and grabs him by bulge between his legs and pulls him along screaming and stumbling, then holds him in place by the pussy while strangers grope and rub off on him, or use his trembling hands. (His mouth is available too, but he’s in so much pain that he’ll definitely bite anything that’s forced in there ❤️) When he finally safewords, the dom only has to unzip the first few teeth of the suit’s zipper, and the latex suddenly fills with the shape of an entire head as the sub sobs and cums it out 🥰
Second scenario (noncon warning):
A royal servant knocked up by the king is laboring hard through a difficult work day. He begs his supervisor to let him stop and give birth but she won’t allow it, so he has to keep crawling along scrubbing floors while he starts to push, a rag in his mouth to muffle the screams. When his drenched trousers begin to swell with the emerging head, the supervisor scoffs at him and tells him to stop pushing, he’s not being paid to give birth to some peasant bastard right now. He desperately sobs that this is the king’s child and begs to see the king, saying the king will want this child born. Scoffing, the supervisor says oh yeah? We’ll go test that.
At first she just has him following her to the throne room, but he’s slow and bow-legged, practically limping, so her patience is already thin when she hears him grunting and turns to see that he’s bent against a wall and started to push. The sight of him crowning into the trousers infuriates her, and she threatens him with all sorts of horrible things if he doesn’t stop pushing right now. He wrings out an agonized wail as he forces himself to stop, and starts hyperventilating from the pain of the crown, begging to be allowed to keep pushing. She just scoffs and drags him upright by the arm. She can still see the head making a disgusting spectacle between his legs, and in her fury she grabs him by the bulge of his crown and starts to pull him along. His screams echo down the halls, doors opening everywhere as people peek out to see what all the commotion is.
When they enter the throne room the king demands to know what is going on here. The supervisor uses the poor boy’s bulging cunt to pull him to the floor, forcing him to kneel, then bows, herself, before explaining the situation. The king, of course, denies any parentage, smirking to himself as he remembers groping this servant boy and being delightfully surprised by the pussy he found, not wanting to pull out when he took it for his own because it felt so good.
But the king announces that he is benevolent, and that the servant may give birth to their shame. The servant sobs his thanks and grabs onto his own thighs as he curls over his tightened belly and screams, finally birthing the head into his trousers. He pants and wheezes while the child turns inside him, everyone in the room scoffing and muttering to each other how uncouth and perverse such a thing is, a man giving birth, in front of the king no less. When he finally screams out the shoulders, the heavy shape of a babe drops into his fluid-limp trousers, and he kneels there trembling.
Watching all of this, the king grins, and any who look closely would see the royal tabard tented, his majesty aching to claim the pussy that just produced his bastard heir. He gravely remarks on all of the crimes the servant has committed in this matter: sexual indiscretion, insubordination against a palace supervisor, sexual perversion, public indecency, slander of the king, and sullying the royal hall with something so crass as the blood and waters of his womb. But, the king says, he is merciful, and instead of the mutilation and imprisonment earned by these crimes, he will allow the criminal to serve his sentence in the king’s harem.
The servant nods miserably and thanks the king for his mercy, knowing in his gut that the king loved all of this, and wants to torment him through births like this over and over until his body gives out.
