Preggo FTM Daddy

Gay FTM bear into pregnancy & birth. Over a decade into my transition. I like a wide variety of pregnancy/birth content and fantasies. FTM birth is the biggest turn on for me, but I love birth in general. Erotic/sexual births, public births, and unusual births especially appeal to me.

Strictly no misgendering. I respect if it's your kink, but it's not mine, so please do not misgender me. My pronouns are he/him and I am male.

Roleplay

I've started roleplaying on this blog. Please feel free to send asks or message me to participate as I post!

When labor began, the twinges and aches set in gradually. It took a few hours for him to start to feel the heat, shedding his shirt as he waddled around his home, stopping to groan through contractions every now and then. Before long, his shorts were off too, parading around his hairy, masculine, gravid body.

As he settled into labor, he chose to sit on a birthing stool, resting his legs after hours of waddling around. He felt a warmth building inside him as his labor progressed, contractions gaining strength and getting ever closer together. It felt for all the world like arousal. As labor continued, he gave in to instinct, reaching between his legs and beginning to stroke his tdick.

He rode out waves of contractions, jerking off his engorged little cock as his body opened up. It was time to push. As he bore down for the first time, he felt his child leaving his womb, entering his birth canal. The feeling of the weight and shape of the baby moving through him was intense, incredible. He continued to masturbate through it.

Soon, he could feel the ring of fire - the head, starting to stretch open his pussy. It did burn sharply - but his arousal was stronger as he jerked off, baring down and feeling the head slowly stretching him wide. It was transcendent - it was the best he had ever felt. His whole body shook with orgasm as the head reached full crown, resting between his legs. Another shuddering orgasm as he pushed the shoulders out.

Maybe you're out and proud, openly trans, openly pregnant. Waddling along, shirtless, belly and top surgery scars exposed to the summer sun. All this walking has the baby settling deeper and deeper in your hips. You realise you're in labor - but you're much farther into labor than you think. You plan to make it to the end, and go to the first aid tent, but baby has other plans. You still have a ways to go when your waters break. You feel an urge to push come with it. Your partner realises, and does their best to attract some attention for help, and covers your waist with a pride flag. But you have to push, and now. You drop your shorts, flag covering your laboring body, as you begin to bare down in the street. Your friends surround you, giving you as much privacy as they can, as you groan and pant. Other attendees and onlookers have certainly noticed, but your friends do a good job at blocking anyone's view. You pant and grunt and the head is out, between your legs, on the street, surrounded by a parade. You can barely process how bizarre this is before you're pushing again, and soon your newborn is slipping free of your body and into your waiting arms, wrapped up in another pride flag.