I know I'll panic when the belly grows and I can't stop thinking about that I'll have no choice but to give birth if I just let it grow past a certain point. It is so hot and scary.
It's so intense, realizing that you can't stop what's going to happen. Looking at a positive pregnancy test and knowing that if you don't get help from an outside source, you don't have any more say over what your body does. This baby is just going to grow, changing your body so completely and utterly. Your chest, your belly, your hips, even your pussy growing, swelling, transforming into the maternal version of yourself.
All leading to that climactic moment. Realizing you're really in labor. Realizing that you're actually, for real, about to give birth. That what you're feeling, this painful pressure and cramping and squeezing, everything throbbing down between your legs, is your body telling you it's time to have this baby, trying to open you inside enough for you to push and grunt and sob this baby out.
It doesn't matter anymore if it makes you feels dysphoric. If it reaffirms your masculinity. If it's your worst nightmare come true, even more overwhelming and painful than you could have possibly prepared for, or if it's impossibly intimate and feels right, pure and primal in a way you could never have imagined. This baby is coming. All you can do is spread your legs and give into the relentless urge to push. To feel that massive head bulge you, spread you wide, and slither out of your most sensitive, personal place...
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I have a very insatiable urge to be bred, to be placed on a bed and fucked, for someones seed to be pumped so deep into me i can feel it making its way to my womb. I need the satisfaction of knowing i have drained your balls. Feeling my stomach and breasts swell. Knowing that you did this to me, you gave me what it is my body craves. Giving me the gift of life. All to happen again, being bred by you over and over until my womb cant handle any more. Your breeding whore.
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One of my old fantasies is set in some post-apocalyptic wasteland where human population has dropped suddenly. Maybe I never really planned to have kids before, but suddenly I find myself without a choice as humanity faces extinction. Submitting to my purpose, to breed, my partner begins fucking me bare daily until eventually my periods stop. I'll be kept constantly pregnant from now on, with the future of humanity kicking in my belly.
wearing my best friends clothes after he puts a baby in me...he's so much bigger than me and none of my clothing fits over my swollen tummy anymore, of course he'll share. but it'll be awfully hard for him to control himself when i look that cute in only his oversized sweaters
Like your page, I'll keep this brief. Two questions.
First, which part of pregnancy gets you the most excited; the breeding, getting your fertile womb pumped full of seed, knowing that this will put someone's child in you? The carrying, feeling your body grow and swell bigger and heavier, exhaustion, ravenous hunger, raging hormones and increased sex drive, transforming into a fertility goddess? Or is it the birthing part, feeling the intense pain of your body stretching, agonizing in labor for hours to push your baby out of you?
Second, what do you fantasize about more; a large number of pregnancies(being bred back to back, staying in a constant state of pregnancy for the next 10 to 15 years), or fewer pregnancies, but having a large number of babies inside you(I'm talking triplets and up)?
For me, the breeding part is really important. I really get off on being came in and imagining my partners seed impregnating me and starting to grow inside me. I love being came inside.
But I also really get turned on by the idea of having my belly swollen and round, and knowing that everyone who sees me will know I let someone cum inside me and claim me. I love the idea of feeling my baby move inside my belly and watching myself grow.
The idea of being pregnant back to back over and over sounds perfect. I feel like once I get pregnant the first time I'll want it again!
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At first you think, no problem. You wear big t shirts, loose sweatshirts, and baggy jeans with a loose waist band. But eventually your bump starts to show through even a thick sweater, and your pants dont want to fit around your widening waist and hips. You know you can't hide your growing belly anymore when you get asked for the first time- "when are you due?" You can't hide what you did any longer. Your visibly pregnant belly tells everyone everything they need to know. You opened your legs for a cock and let someone claim you, and let them fill your tummy with their cum. They'll know you're a desperate slut, and your cute little belly only proves it.
You look wide eyed at the notification on your med watch. You've been picked. You are pregnant. It was insanely lucky that you'd nearly managed to go a few years after graduation without getting chosen. One of your old high school friends got raffled the day after and raffled again the following month. Now it is your turn.
-1st Phase-
History books said that, at one relatively small time, the raffle was met with fury. Each month was a new protest filled with the rapidly impregnated. Now everyone begrudgingly accepted it as a part of life in the chrome future everyone's great great grandparents fantasized about. You press a finger below your navel. It was already firm to the touch and your nipples itched against the fabric of your sleep shirt.
You were automatically cleared from work for the day so there was no need to rush out and do anything. Your objective today was to relax and do your singular task.
You decide to get a shower–a simple anti-bacteria spray down and think about the most important part of this day. The birth. A younger person, without someone to advise them correctly, would think that going to one of the city hospitals would be the safest and best option. But you knew better. There were stories of ambulance c-sections with minimal anesthesia and hospitals practically restraining birthers in unrelenting binds and stirrups. Even in facilities they gave very little time to actually push before they enforced an extraction protocol. Medical staff were trained to be fully optimized toward a healthy delivery for the child. The only good choice was deciding to go it alone.
Upon finishing your shower, you stopped in front of your mirror. A pouch of a belly, big enough to cup beneath your palm has grown on you. You can’t imagine it taking weeks of time just to get a little bump like this. Some books say pregnancy used to take an entire 40 weeks. Thank goodness for optimization.
If you were going to do this in your apartment, you'd need supplies. You put on some sweatpants, a loose T-shirt and head out of your apartment.
The Mag-lev train, one of the best benefits of this present, is packed full with people. The vibe is different than normal. A young couple looking naively excited. A woman with a baby barely a year old idly massaged the base of her belly with an exhausted look in her eyes. This was raffle day.
You procure over the counter grade stim packs only good for minor cuts, antibacterial salves, bandages, a basket big enough to be a bassinet, meal kits to ease your cravings. Hopefully that would be enough, because that is all you can afford. You spend a bit too much time trying to navigate the sparsely stocked and overcrowded baby area and only make it out with a few items of need.
The attendant looks to your midsection. “Won the raffle, huh? Good luck, I heard they've been making some rough ones.”
They send you on your way, but that comment and obvious stare make you look down to your bump.
You see that your shirt has noticeably pushed forward in the hour of shopping. The bump looks bigger than any of the average diagrams you looked at in the past. The band of your sweat pants were already starting to dip below your waist. Time was ticking towards the inevitable.
-2nd phase-
By the time you return to your apartment your belly has become obvious. The shirt is tight against your skin, your sweats require constant adjustment. You look undeniably pregnant.
You rush to get everything you purchased set and ready. Medical supplies in the bathroom, bassinet close by, clean cloth laid and ready. Each passing moment you feel your shirt get a little tighter around your growing breasts and begin to ride a little higher over the large belly you are growing.
If you lingered for too long you could feel it, you could see it. The stretching of your skin, the movements of your baby becoming subtly stronger. You can see a line slowly darkening across your middle and through your ever swallowing belly button.
One moment amidst your preparation you pass a glance at the mirror. The waistband of your sweats has fully dipped below your waistline, cradling the underbelly of your bump. Movement slides beneath your barely visible belly button as you stare wide-eyed at your mirrored image. You look full term and you still have an entire phase left to go.
-3rd Phase-
Walking is impossible. The sheer mass of your belly weighing on your hips has thrown your center of gravity off so much you can barely take a step without needing to brace against a wall. All you can do is lay down and watch your massive belly somehow exceed its limit and read up on the dozens of things that could go wrong. You count yourself lucky that you got everything you needed ready before you got this massive.
A throbbing pain goes through your chest as you watch an archived birth video. Your breasts have become engorged to the point a shirt couldn't contain them and now were just a touch away from leaking. You twist slowly off your bed and arduously waddle to your bathroom using the little furniture you have as handholds to keep balance, the weight of the massive baby sitting in your hips and lean over the sink. With barely a touch your tits start expressing.
Relief happens before you're awed by your own body. Your belly is pointed out into a cone shape with your darkened belly button as its point. The skin of your belly is a map of veins and from your underbelly to your hips you have deep stretchmarks. Before your eyes, you see the weight of your belly shifted down, your ease of breathing returns but in that same instant a large, solid object jams its way into the bowl of your hips.
You moan softly, then it turns into a pained groan. The muscles in your abdomen and back tense. Your knees hinge and one hand springs to the taut surface of your bump.
The first of many contractions takes your body. Not long now.
-The Final Moments-
Your heavy belly heaves as you breathe through a contraction. Your voice is a bellow of pain and fear. The contraction you felt earlier was merely a braxton hicks and your pregnancy was not yet done with you. Another half hour of growing made your belly elongate and droop further beneath your hip line. Your bump looks like it didn't even exist as a part of your body anymore.
The labor pains were as rapid as the pregnancy. The contractions come with such frequency that you can't catch your bearings long enough to check yourself and forcing your fingers into your contracting canal makes you see stars.
Head buried into the crook of your arm, you moan, curse and rock on your knees on the bathroom floor. The pressure mounts deep behind your cervix and you feel a mass pass through its rapidly dilating flesh. A pop of fluid hits your thighs and underbelly. Relief from that pressure is fleeting; the giant baby surges against your cervix without pause.
The next contraction, you bear down. Desperation to get it out already controls your actions. Your belly turns into a different abnormal shape with every push and contraction.
The process was too slow and yet too fast. The contractions start to outpace the time you need to recover from pushing out a baby that barely moved past your cervix. Each one felt like a hand was reaching through you and pulling the baby forcefully from your womb. You sputter and gasp as a contraction forces the massive stone of a head against your cervix. It opens wider and wider, but it's only barely able to compensate for the speed of the labor and size of the baby.
The time between spasms shortens again and again until you feel your canal full and the distinct pressure of your labia beginning to bulge. Between heaving breaths, you reach a hand to your crotch.
The teardrop transformed into a massive “O” shape against your palm within seconds.
Your body doesn't care if it breaks, it only wants the baby out. You keep your palm against the wide crown, head thrown back, hips straining and rotating in an attempt to escape the burn and pressure, the sides of your belly compress into a hot, hardened mass of skin.
A primal moan rumbles from deep within. The skin of your labia opens wide and forward, clinging to the head. You pray you don't tear, you beg your body to be more resilient. You begin to understand why people would beg for the scalpel and a quick end.You rock back into the pressure with a screech as the constant contraction rises to its peak and forces the head out of the grip of your flesh. The shoulders and torso slide out of your now shaking body and into your singular wait palm.
Loud gasps and cries echo from your and your baby. You crawl to the wall of your bathroom, baby in hand, and sit up steady. Your crotch is burning sore and throbbing from the abuse it was put through. The baby wept in your hands as it lay against your chest and swollen belly.
Now all you need to do is wait for the placenta. That is what you think. The next contraction isn't subtle or a firm pressure– it doubles you over.
You cry out, clutching your still rounded bump. A trill of movement shifts against the taut skin below your belly button. A second baby pressed on your cervix. Your body doesn't give you the chance to panic before another contraction hits you and you're brought back to the same cycle. Twins weren't supposed to happen with this system. The government assured it wouldn't happen. The facts don't matter now, this is happening. The invisible grasp that pulled on your first shoved into you to start its efforts again. But this time you feel none of the rapid progress.
You push. Nothing moves. You push again. Nothing. The veins and muscles in your neck strain as you scream. Only the feeling of the bowl of your pelvis opening as wide as it could and letting nothing through follows. Your breath hitches, panic rising in your chest. It should be well into your canal by now, but you can still feel the large child in you. You move a hand to the base of your belly and press. Your eyes go wide and the bathroom echoes with your voice whimpering “no”.
“I heard they've been making some rough ones.” the voice of the clerk rings in your ear.
The baby was sideways across your pelvis. Breech. No matter how hard you pushed or how long you labored, the twin wouldn't move.
You remember one thing from the research you did, one thing doctors used to do a long time ago. You lay your first born down in the heap of towels. With a trembling hand you grasp your belly and baby and force it to turn. Your mouth goes wide, eyes distant and bulging, a contraction flaring against the forceful movement. The muscles in your arms fight against the ones making you give birth. The need to push hasn't waned–it got worse. The small shifts in the baby's position you feel aren't enough to reduce the agony or your exhaustion.
The glint of your medwatch catches your eye. A notification was recommending that you alert the EMS. One hand grips the mass of the twin as you stare at the alert. Sweat and tears burn your eyes as you consider it, as you ponder what brutality the city EMS would do to you. You ignore the notification and get back to your efforts. You resist your most primal urge, muscles strain to fight against the force of your hands; but the baby shifts regardless.
Eventually, you feel a hardness drop against your cervix.
And a bolt of pain goes through your spine. Your body jerks into an arch and your hand shoots to the base of your back. You writhe and spasm at the sudden press against your nerves. The baby rushes so quickly you don't have the chance to stop it like you did before. In the brief moment your fear of tearing enters your mind, you feel the twin open you in more ways than one.
An inhuman scream rips its way out of your throat as you feel the baby's head suddenly feel too easy to pass. Bolts of pain shoot through your crotch just as fast as the baby slides out onto the floor. Your breathy moans are joined quickly by the surprise between your legs.
Your belly looked deflated. It had to be over now.
With what strength you have left, you spray the medkit mending onto your wounded crotch. You can barely muster the energy to pick up the twin you just birthed. The desire to just lay there, breathe a few breaths not strangled by the pain of labor or the weight of two babies against your lungs and hope fervently you wouldn't win the raffle next month.
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there’s something so sexy to me about not knowing you’re in labor and giving those first, naive, confused pushes. wondering why you’re feeling this urge. the brief moment of bewildered horror as you feel a huge weight shift down inside of you. there being no physical evidence that you’re giving birth yet, but just knowing deep inside your body that a baby is moving downwards, ready to make its inevitable entrance into the world.
