breed me pls

Why am I not heavily pregnant right now? Why am I not rubbing my belly in public, watching people see as I struggle with the weight of it? Why am I not spending my evenings cradling my gravid stomach, feeling it move beneath my fingers?

born to waddle around the house, round and heavy with someone’s baby… forced to clock in.

I love “I didn’t know I was pregnant” scenarios. Where a pregnant person only finds out because they’re giving birth.

I want to be round and swollen, skin stretching and hips widening. I want to feel your baby kicking inside my belly, gentle at first and then stronger and stronger. I want you to run your hands over my pregnant bulge and feel the life you put in me move.

We should just fuck without birth control and let nature decide

We should hold nothing back from each other. Just enjoy our pleasure, our need, and accept that if we are meant to create life, if this is meant to lead to pregnancy, to childbirth, then that’s just what is meant for us. Even if we don’t think we’re ready or don’t want kids. That just makes it all the more important to indulge.

i need to waddle into the kitchen and greet my boyfriend with one hand on my back and one on my belly, i want him to put his keys down and pull me in for a belly rub and a kiss while he asks me how his babies treated me today. i wanna lead him upstairs, have him grab my ass as i move slow and gravidly. ill be undressing and lounging on the bed while he cleans up. when he walks in ill be naked on the bed, on my side, rubbing my hips and belly, luring him in to breed me more~

I just love the idea of a trans man, big, hairy, deep voice, several years on T, and stealth in public, getting knocked up and nobody realizing. The first four or so months are easy; theres a slight growth to their belly, but really, being so big to begin with, people probably don't even notice. In month five or six, their midsection is really beginning to swell out, and their friends and coworkers take it to be a burgeoning beer gut, somewhat surprising considering they'd never seen their friend drink all that much. By the third trimester they've really started to expand. There is no way to hide the way their stomach has surged forth, they've stopped binding as their breasts ache and fill, and their ass widens as their hips prepare for the baby. All of this makes it look, to outsiders, like they've put on considerable weight in a short period of time, drawing concerned glances and comments, only becoming more concerned when their friend insists that nothing is wrong

Please tell me I’m a good boy as I kneel down and lean against the bed. Rub my lower back and tell me how I’m doing such a good job. Lean in close and whisper just a little longer for me, baby boy. Kiss my neck as you reach around me to cradle my swollen belly, feeling just how low I’ve dropped. Slip your hands down in between my spread thighs and make me cum. Tell me how you’re just trying to help me speed up the birthing process as I come undone from your fingers. Listen to my pants and moans and watch me squirm as my water finally breaks. Feel my belly tense and harden as a strong contraction rips through my heavy belly. Coo soothing words while I grunt and bare down, feeling our baby slowly move down into place. Let me know how turned on you are to see me in such a lewd position, legs splayed open, dripping wet, struggling to push the head of our baby out through my tight hole. Just tell me I’m a good boy for carrying this litter of babies for you as I moan and whimper through another strong contraction please.

i love that stage where your just starting to be undeniably pregnant. the curve of all your t-shirts and the pull on the sides of the shirt, the fabric all bunched up. unconsciously rubbing your stomach thinking about the life inside you.