sharp yet pliant

Cuddles that end with us becoming parents in 9 months

Dad showing me the comedians he enjoys and they're all sorta dumb and bad jokes but he's laughing and enjoying himself and like I think they suck but like. Dads so fucking cute as he's laughing. And I don't even realize that I'm grinding on him until his hands grab my hips to hold me still again, a laugh dropping into a moan.

Dads beer belly 🥰

Dad hitting my tdick with the head of his cock when

sub who's pregnant so often that they don't even need to make pregnancy announcements anymore. a month after each baby is born, all of their friends and family just assume they're pregnant again

sorry i barked when i saw your happy trail do you still want me

referring to sex as mating. cock as knot. threatening to put puppies inside me. calling me a mutt. yanking my hair and making me pant. maybe it's a rite of passage for gay boys to become dogs, but who knows.

thinking about an older trans man calling me boy and getting so hard i almost pass out

wait actually. two older trans m- [sound of my limp body falling to the floor]

I just wanna be full and heavy with a baby in my belly weighing down on my pelvis, all because I heeded my natural instinct to breed. got too horny and spread my legs wide open for a man to pin me down and use my pussy, releasing his cum inside of me the way animals are supposed to.

you were a little nervous to get pregnant at first - scared of the stigma of being a pregnant boy, scared of how people would react, of how obvious it would be once your belly began to show, of how your body would change and be perceived as more feminine, scared of childbirth, of the responsibility of becoming a parent - of course that fear and hesitancy is natural, but don't you feel a little silly now, my sweet boy? you clearly had nothing to worry about - i mean, look at you. carrying children comes so naturally to you, baby. your mind and body adapted faster than i would have ever imagined, and now as you lay around rubbing your huge kicky belly, now deep into your third trimester with multiples and loving every second of it, neither of us can believe you ever had any reservations about getting knocked up. a pregnant belly doesn't just look good on you, it looks right. like this is how you were always meant to be. a good boy growing babies for me. you love your belly, how big and round and heavy and sensitive and obvious it is, and you love rubbing it day in day out. you love your newly fertile body, the curves you developed so readily it surprised us both - widened swaying hips and big soft nourishing breasts, both complimenting your swollen belly so perfectly. you love how turned on your body makes you now, and all the fear you previously had about your body changing has melted away, giving way to burning hot arousal and desire. you don't care if people stare or judge - you're proud to show off your gravid state now, and you get all the validation you need when i call you my good breeding boy. you look happier too - when you rub your belly, your expression is so placid, so at peace. you don't mind that sometimes baby brain makes it harder to think than before - you feel so fulfilled and satisfied, so happy to be growing my children, that it doesn't matter. you love the fact that you're growing babies inside you, that you're creating our family with your own body, your own womb. it makes you feel an incredible sense of purpose, and i can see it in the ways your eyes light up every time you feel a kick inside. you only seem more contented the more the babies grow, and the comfort you feel in your body now is unlike anything i've seen in you before i impregnated you. instead of afraid, you're now thrilled at the prospect of bringing our children into the world. you really have found your purpose, and everyone can tell. such a good, good, happy pregnant boy. if anything, i regret not getting you pregnant years earlier - you deserve to feel like this constantly, to carry out your purpose, to feel the ultimate fulfillment, to grow our family as big as you can for me. but don't worry - i don't plan to leave you empty ever again, sweet boy~