goldjunge

When we exit the doctor's office, I cannot help but look at your profile again. Your belly is huge, so big that you have to waddle toward the car. Your hips are broader too, nice and wide to support the extra weight. The fabric of the dress is soft enough to reveal your belly button outie, so cute and round, pushing outward from the sheer size of my son growing inside your womb.

I open the door to the car so you can get in. I had to push the seat all the way back so you have enough room. I listen to you sigh and groan ever so slightly as you sit. Then, you breathe with your hands on your belly, eyes closed. I get into the driver's seat.

You opened your thighs just slightly to let your belly rest a little lower. Your boobs are nearly twice the size they were when you got pregnant. Ready to nurse and produce milk. I look at your profile, the fabric hugging your beach ball belly. It's gotten so big it's pushing out at the front, not round, but now oval-shaped.

My Godness, look at you...

When you notice that I haven't started the car, you glance over. You know that look in my eyes. Your gaze drops to my crotch. Yep...

Your hands start sliding over your bump, small circles, then larger ones. "You did this to me..." you whisper. My eyes close with the mere overstimulation of that sentence. All I had to do is come inside you. And now here we are. I've changed your body with my seed.

You slide your finger to your belly button, circling it, and then you lift your belly. So. Heavy. Who would have thought you'd look like this when you were on your hands and knees, desperate for my seed. Desperate to be knocked up.

"I'm already ready to pop," you say softly, pushing your bottom lip forward. "And I still have four weeks to go..."

Ngh...

My cock throbs at the image of you fondling your belly, sizing it up, weighing it. You tap your bump. "All it took was one load..."

I reach down to squeeze my aching cock. You see it and smirk.

"And now look at the state of me," you sigh and grab your tits. "They've never been this big... my ass is huge, my thighs so thick, and my hips get ready to push this baby out. That's what my body was made for, wasn't it?" you ask; I nod. "And you were made to make me look like this..."

Oh, fuck. "Baby daddy making big babies, hm?" You slip up your dress to show me your belly in its full glory. I love how your belly button popped out so noticeably. You trace a couple of blueish veins that show underneath your skin.

Stretched to the limit. Already.

"So full..." you mutter and push in your belly button. Again.. again... and then you start rubbing it. My lips part at what is unfolding in front of me. You slide your free hand underneath your belly, placing it against your panties. And then...you grind. Right here, in the parking lot, you grind...

You push in your belly button, rubbing it quicker while bucking back and forth. Just gently. My eyes are transfixed on you. You're getting off on this. On me being so obsessed with your huge pregnant form. With one finger on your belly button and the other helping your clit along, you move faster and faster and faster.

It's almost 3PM, about three hours before I stop working, when you knock on my door. "Yes," I reply absentmindedly, typing away. I feel your hand touch my shoulder, stopping me mid-sentence. I look to my side; the first thing I see is your perfect belly. Then I look up.

"How's it going?" you ask me sweetly, squeezing my shoulder.

"Good...good.." I reply, giving your belly a quick kiss. You brush your fingers through my hair. I turn in my chair and frame your beach-ball-belly with my hands. "Damn..." I murmur, gently lifting the underside. You sigh loudly until the sound turns into a moan; it sets my nerves on fire. "Heavy..." I say and then, with a couple of tugs, pull your dress up to reveal your bare skin.

The first thing that greets me is your pushed out belly button. I circle it with my finger and then gently push it in. You hiss; I bite my bottom lip.

"This is all your doing..." you whine.

I chuckle in reply. "Yeah..." All it took was one creampie, and then here we are. You're due soon. Really soon. "You love it."

"I do," you reply. Although I know that your entire body aches. Your back, your hips, your rips, your feet. It's difficult to get up, difficult to walk... I lean in to kiss your little outie. Eyes up. I circle my tongue around and around... for some reason I find it so fucking sexy that you're so stretched that your belly button cannot help but pop out from the sheer pressure of my babies growing inside you.

You sigh again.

I rub the underside of your belly with both hands, keeping the pressure off you. You try to reach my shoulders, but you cannot reach me. I laugh, somewhat deviously. You're too big to hold on to me.

"Don't turn me on.." you whine as I give your belly nice, long strokes.

"Why?" I ask mischievously.

"Because we don't have enough time for me to sit on your cock," you reply. This...turns me on like a switch. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. I wish you'd stay like this forever: proof of your fertility, and proof my virility. The perfect show-off.

Images of you riding me flash across my inner eye. Hands on my chest, pussy absolutely soaked and open, in preparation to give birth soon. Your boobs trickling with milk, streams flowing over your ready-to-pop belly.

My eyes must have glazed over with lust because you brush your fingers through my hair again, but this time, you grab a handful and make me look up at you. "This is not the last time..." you promise me. Not the last time you'll get knocked up with my babies. Nine babies and counting.

“I want more,” you told me in your 42nd week. Our twin boys were heavily overdue. I looked at you, awestruck and yet, exhilarated. Being pregnant was your natural state, it was an unspoken truth. You were the best, most loving mother I’d ever seen. You took to being a mother like a fish took to water.

Now your massive twin belly is so heavy that it’s been a struggle for you to get up, and if you manage to do so, you’ve just been slowly waddling around the house. Belly out, shoulders back. Sitting down precedes an internal discussion on when you need to get back up. But standing up is also not a long term solution.

That huge belly is slowly dropping, and your belly button is pushed out from the sheer volume of the sons you’re carrying. Our kids have been taking turns on trying to push it back in.

You’ve been teasing me about being my little baby factory. That’s exactly what you are.

My little baby factory.

You’ve even gone so far as to tell me that you look forward to birthing the twins. With each of the five births, you’ve become better and better at it. It’s a skill and you’re such a natural at it. The last time I watched you birth our twins in a deep squat. It was the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen. You’d grabbed on furniture on either side, towel beneath you, and then breathed through every contraction. I watched your folds part more-more-more, revealing the top of the head of the first baby. Then, you paused, breathed, and beamed with joy. For a moment you let your head fall back before you pushed again. The wail that escaped your lips was one of pain mixed with pleasure. I watched your eyes roll back. Your folds stretched so widely, so effortlessly, as the baby’s head and shoulders emerged. There, you took another breath and looked down. Halfway there, pussy stretched to the max… and then, with a final push, our baby slipped onto the towel beneath. You’d made her with your body. And you were born to birth her like this.

Now, with the bigger twin boys coming, you are looking forward to the challenge. An unassisted twin birth. One of these days, your water would break, and in the midst of our family, you’d just birth our boys… just like that. Because it was the most natural thing to do.

There’s nothing sexier than watching you be heavy and round with my babies. Perfect, round, gravid belly. I love how shiny and tight it is. Like a massive beach ball or watermelon attached to your slight frame. You love fondling it, holding it, weighing it.

Your womb is full. Your brain is hazy. You’re growing two new lives, it’s okay to be slow. It’s okay to be content like this. Rubbing your bump while you drink your cup of tea. Smiling as I pick up our children, fool around with them, make them laugh, play with them.

This is why you want more. Always more.

Seeing me with the babies you pop out, how much I care for them, love them, make sure they are taken care of, it’s your own aphrodisiac. I spend every free minute of my day helping you with the five kids we already have. I hired a nanny too, for the twins you had a year ago. Now you’re almost ready to pop again. Seven months and counting.

Insatiable. Little. Breeder.

You’re so proud of how large you get when you’re pregnant. You’re carrying twin boys this time, and they are large and healthy. I can tell that this will be your biggest pregnancy yet. The weight of the babies pushes down between your legs, and sometimes, when you think no one is watching (but I am), you sit down, open your legs, hold your belly and grind against a pillow.

The sight of it drives me wild. The way your lips part, eyes close, grinding-grinding-grinding. You love being pregnant. When we met, I didn’t think we’d have seven kids by the age of 32. But here we are. Young, fertile, healthy, giving in to our most natural urge: procreation.

I am looking for a (literate) role play partner who is into a community-style, slice of life breeding/pregnancy/birthing role play.

Roleplay idea:

Our union was arranged. We’ve known each other as long as I can remember. You went to the girl’s school and I went to the boy’s school in town. Sometimes, during hot summer afternoons, we snuck out to run into the forest. There we played hide and seek, laughed, and sometimes even talked.

It was uncommon for a boy and a girl to be friends; my family didn’t encourage it, neither did yours. But they didn’t stop us either. I have eight siblings, you have eleven. We live in a community in which a couple’s status is tied to how many offsprings they have. Pregnancy is common and a joyful occasion. Since all fertile women are expected to have as many pregnancies as her body will allow, traditional gender rolls are set in stone. Men are the breadwinners and women take care of the household. The more children a family has, the more say they have when decisions are made for the community. After all, those children will be the future of said community.

It’s always been clear to me that if I didn’t want to become a father, it’d be frowned upon. I did have a choice, as did the girls, but it was just…natural.

The natural thing to do was to unite, and have babies. Everyone who decides against starting their own family helps caring for the dozens of kids in the community. With so many kids, there was no other way but to use an authoritative and yet kind parenting style in which to raise them. I sure knew what that felt like, having grown up with eight siblings.

I started my trade as a carpenter two years ago, at eighteen, and in about a year from now I want to learn from the communities’ masters to become a teacher at the local school. You, on the other hand, didn’t follow the path that was laid out for you.

In fact, one might call you a little bit of a rebel.

The other men in the community assured me that you’d change when you had your first child. Pregnancy brain will rein her in they said. I am not sure if I believe that.

Instead of starting the traditional female education of how to raise children and do household chores, you left the community. Even though our union had been decided when we turned eighteen, you were given the choice to leave. Everyone is given that choice. When I heard that you’d decided against our union at eighteen, I was crushed. I’d always known we were destined for one another. I wanted you to be the mother of my children. I had frequent dreams of having fifteen kids while you were pregnant with another set of twins. You’d be radiant, beautiful, content, even blissful with your womb full of my babies.

And yet, you left.

And now, two years later, you’ve returned. You’ve seen the world out there, you said, and you decided you were now ready to start your real life. You’d become a mother and, finally, you’d make me a father. —

This role-play has many possibilities going forward.

My character is quite smitten with her, and as he ages, he’ll become hardened in his ways. Early on it will be clear that our characters are the perfect genetic match, which means that she always gets pregnant with multiples. The men in the community will be in awe of his virility and, most of all, her fertility.

There’s a lot that could be done with the female character too. Will she be reined in by pregnancy brain and become absolutely obsessed with being pregnant? Will she become more submissive? Or will she develop a sort of edge? More babies, more power. Will she use her own power to manipulate her husband into voting for certain decisions in the community? Will she use her fertility to wrap him around her finger to get her what she wants?

One thing is for certain, she was meant to grow children and birth them.

I’d love to chat about where this could go!

Some info about me: • 33, male, queer, feminist kink writer loves to indulge in slice of life, massive family building, breeding/pregnancy/birthing role plays • I can play kind & funny or misogynistic & dark characters • Preferably on Discord so we can build our own little world • I only play as the male character. • I write in first person, present tense

Main Kinks:

When I wake up around seven, my morning wood is already stiff and aching, more than usual. Probably from your proximity and the knowledge that right now…your body is making babies. My babies. You told me four weeks ago that you were, in fact, pregnant. You’re on your side, curled up, facing away from me. I move a little closer, lift your top leg and angle it up to give me access. You’re my fucktoy. Your pussy has been broken in last night..so this shouldn’t be too difficult. 

I reach around and between your legs, testing… fingers slipping between your folds. Moist, but not wet.

With my front to your back, I rest my cockhead between your folds. There. That thick tip at your entrance. You’re half awake when I rub between your folds. Silky…just playing. Up and down. My eyes close at the sensation. I am so hard again. Straining. I stroke your thigh, your hip, waist… you’re slowly waking up to my dick resting against your pussy, almost threateningly so. 

You instinctively lift your leg a little higher. And that drives me crazy. The submission. No interaction…just, this. I cup your tit and play with the size of it. It barely fits in my hand it’s so big. Heavy. Soft. You can feel my cock flex against you as I touch your body. Examine how perfect it is for growing my young. 

My lips brush across the side of your neck. You whimper. Like you know what’s coming. It’s going to be a lot. Again. Slowly, your folds spread apart at the pressure I add. Opening up like a flower. Slick petals against my hard tip. More and more and more until I pop in. You suck in a breath and moan. I bet your pussy is sensitive from last night. I don’t want to break my toy. So I go slow…inch by inch. Your pussy is hot. And tight. Silky smooth.

I tense my fingers around your hip and start to roll my hips to slide in and out. Oh, that’s good.

I get to the tight point inside you, midway, the one that has to open up to let me in…I roll my hips. Nice and slow. You whimper into your pillow. I rub the side of your hip. Your pussy is stretched again, folds clinging to the girth of my shaft. It’s a fat cock…you’ll be gaping afterwards. 

I add pressure. Right to that tight bit. And again. Again. I slide my hand down the back of your thigh to your bum, lifting it a little to push in more. Almost there. I can feel my cock throb against your walls. Man it feels good…tight little pussy around my dick. I reach down between your legs and find your clit, gentle little circles. I see your lips part in the dim light. Another whimper. That’s it. 

“Just want to touch your chamber…” I lie, whispering in your ear. I know subconsciously your body wants to protect the process of making babies. No penetration allowed after your first insemination. But with that little white lie, your pussy opens up and I slide in right to the entrance of your chamber. Oh fuck. Slotted in place. It’s semi soft, not penetrate-able yet. But it will be. My tip throbs right against it. What a good breeding toy you are, protecting your chamber from intrusion.

I begin to thrust…lips parting at the feeling of your chamber’s entrance against my tip. It’s tight, but soft. Whenever I touch it, it feels like a kiss. Lingering on. Holding on for just a second before letting go.

I’m not going to take long; it never takes long in the morning. I groan, push your hip down so you’re rolling on your stomach and then thrust in harder. You grip the pillow and moan into it. Little gasps, head up, eyes wide, just as I try to breach your chamber for the first time. 

That high pitched mewl that you give out only makes me more determined. Hard, quick thrusts. Hands beside your body. What started off lazy and casual is now a proper pounding. With my forearms next to your shoulders and my weight on you, I fuck into you over and over again. Until finally…your chamber gives up. It happens slowly, gradually. You bite down on your pillow right before it surrenders; I breach it. Force it open. All in. Chamber popped. My cock head hits your cervix right away, sliding in deep. 

Fuck, that feels good. Jesus Christ. I shudder hard. Your chamber is still creamy, full with my seed, from last night. It’s an unbelievable feeling. That suction mixed with my creamy load, rubbing against my tip takes me over the edge. Immediately, my balls clench up, releasing powerful, thick strands of fresh morning come to fill you up again. I can’t stop it. New load, new swimmers…

I shudder all over you, moaning as my hips snap forward a couple of times, giving you the last bits of my load. Your thighs and hips shake from the impact. Pussy clenching. You are coming from it. From the pleasure and the pain. What a good toy you are. Milking me for more, closing and releasing around my dick.

I am looking for a (literate) role play partner who is into a slice of life breeding/pregnancy/birthing role play ...or a simple chat. Basically, I just want us to vibe, harmlessly flirt and have fun.

Some info about me:

34, male, queer, feminist kink writer loves to indulge in slice of life, massive family building, breeding/pregnancy/birthing role plays

I can play kind & funny or misogynistic & dark characters

Preferably on Discord so we can build our own little world

I only play as the male character/seeder

First person, present tense (see my posts for how I write)

The idea:

You and I can’t stop breeding. When you’re pregnant, I worship your ever growing belly, drink from your milky swollen tits and watch you oil it to prevent stretch marks.

When you’re not pregnant, I make sure you get knocked up asap. All you dream about is making babies, raising babies, and being a mother of 10+ children. I pay for a nanny. Or two. I go to work and you take care of the household. We agreed on traditional gender roles, not because I make you, but because you want it like this. You love showing off how many babies you can grow for me. Sometimes even multiples. The shocked expression on people’s faces when they see that you’re pregnant *again* turns you on. And I really can’t stop showing you and your belly off to everyone we know in town.

You were born to breed. You are most content with a new life growing in your womb. You’ve also learned to enjoy giving birth. In fact, you’ve had a birthgasm when you had our last one. You were truly born to have my young. The bigger your belly, the better.

I watch in awe as you settle into the rocking chair, my seven-month-old twins cradled in your arms. Your belly is huge, round and tight beneath the stretched fabric of your maternity top. Five months pregnant with another of my babies, yet still full to bursting with milk for these two greedy little boys. You look so fucking gorgeous and prolific, my dick stirs just watching you.

You shift to get comfortable, a soft smile playing on your lips as you guide our sons to your swollen breasts. They latch on eagerly, suckling noisily. Milk leaks from the corners of their small mouths and dribbles down your skin, soaking into your neckline. You hum contentedly, eyes drifting shut as they nurse.

"Thirsty little guys," I chuckle, leaning against the doorframe to take in the sight of you.

"Mmm," you murmur happily. "Can't blame them."

Your gaze flits to me, heavy-lidded with that familiar mix of lust and love. I cross the room and kneel beside the chair, one hand going straight to your belly. I can feel it move; you suck in a breath as you feel it. Two babies suckling at your tits, another one on the way.

"So active already," you sigh contentedly. "Just like her brothers are."

I grin and press my lips to your belly, kissing the soft fabric of your dress.

"God, how do you make it look so easy?" I marvel, nuzzling against you. "You're made for this."

"For what?" you tease.

"Making babies."

A wail echoes down the hall, and I know it's our eldest.

He's standing in his crib when I get there, fists clenched around the railings, blonde hair sticking up in every direction. He quiets the second he sees me, reaching out with both arms. I hoist him up and plant a kiss on his cheek.

"There you are," I say, carrying him back to where you are. My perfect little family. Moments like this are rare…where everything is peaceful.

The twins’ little fingers are curled against your chest as they drink greedily from you; you're glowing as you hold them close. I always knew you’d be an amazing mother, but this is next level… pregnant and nursing.

I put our oldest on my hip, and he watches his brothers with wide eyes.

"You're next," I tease, and he giggles like he knows exactly what I'm saying.

I sit down beside you, settling him on my lap as he leans in to touch your belly too. Three babies almost at once... Irish twins and another on the way. You're going to get even bigger than this soon.

"You’re making Irish triplets again," I chuckle as the realization sets in and I watch you. Four babies in three years. You had our twins a mere eleven months after our eldest. Now here you are, impossibly fertile and full again, growing our fourth before the twins are even grown. You bite your bottom lip to hide your smirk. I know you're proud, even though you act like you're not. You try to look all innocent with your eyes half-closed and your breasts full of kids, but I see right through it.

You're into this, every bit of this, as much as I am. You tease me right back by doing and saying nothing at all. All you have to do is sit there, full of my child, full of milk, and I lose my damned mind. Every time.

You're so full of milk that your breasts look like they're going to burst. I can see the light blue and purple veins underneath your skin. You’ll give birth and swell round again before these two even learn to walk. It's going to happen so fast, it already is. You're going to get pregnant again before it's even time for you to dry up. I want you like you're going to be, even more than you are now. I want you full of one baby and nursing three. I want you to get so huge you can barely walk. So fucking fertile and prolific. I can’t get enough of watching you grow with my kids. I want to do it again, and again, and again. You know it, and you love it. You love it even more than you let on, and all I can think about is getting you pregnant again.

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Right now you have an empty womb. But not for long, baby.

Look at you. Lying on your back, legs open. An invitation to play. An invitation to inseminate you once again.

I blow on your nipples, watch them harden and prickle, and then circle my fingertips around and around and around… and then, I lick around the nip. I love the way you gasp. How you lift your legs in pure submission.

Your tits are swollen and milky. Sensitive. So all I do is gently sway them between my fingers… left to right… watch them jiggle. And suck that nipple.

Suck it like my children do when you nurse them.

Your perfect body makes them grow big and healthy and strong. You make such pretty babies. Princesses and princes.

I latch on a little harder. You like that. I can tell from the way you whimper and shiver… arching your back so I suck more of your tit into my mouth.

You stretch your arms above your head, hug the pillow. And then you rock your pussy against the bulge inside my briefs.

You know where this is going. I am only getting started. I want you soaked and ready for insemination. One load. That will be enough. You’ll be knocked up with my next baby. Or maybe two. Or three?

I roll my hips against you. Grind nice and slow. You moan. Whimper. A gush of milk sprays into my mouth. You suck in a breath. Giggle.

I love drinking your milk. Such a forbidden feeling… drinking what you make for my children.

Your fingers graze through my hair, scratching as you hum.

I am the father of all of your babies. I have claimed your womb many, many times.

This time won’t be the last one.

I suck. I drink. I reach my left hand down between your legs. Brush my thumb up and down between your labia. Slick already.

You shiver at my touch.

I gulp down your milk, pop off your tit snd switch sides. You gasp once more.

My thumb dips between your labia, in and out. Teasing… testing… you’re soaking wet. Legs spread wider. And wider. Fuck, I can barely resist.

You’re offering.

“I want another baby…” you whisper in my ear, fingers in my hair. I grunt around your nipple and suck harder… drawing milk. You know my buttons. You know what to say to get me to do what you want.

And then your hand squeezes between us. You fumble with my briefs. I let you. I think it’s hot how desperate you are to get knocked up again.

“Want to be heavy with your child again…” you whimper, breathless and eager. You tug my dick out and rub it against your pussy, wetting it.

Holy. Fuck.

I pop off your tit. Face to face now… look you in the eye.

“You wanna be big and round and full, hm?” I peck your lips. Almost innocently. Your eyebrows draw together.

“Yes.” The word sounds urgent.

I feel how your pussy squeezes against my tip. Hugging it, labia spread.

“You are the perfect woman to carry my offsprings…” I praise you, giving you another kiss. The whimper you let out sounds needy. “Wide hips..” I continue, “big, milky tits…” I give them another gentle shake. Your eyelids flutter.

“Such a greedy pussy too…” I hum “that womb though…” I chuckle darkly. “It can’t get enough, can it?”

When you shake your head, I thrust in. Right to the base. One hard thrust. Your eyes fly open as soon as I hit your cervix. Lips form an “O”. I love that look on your face. A mixture of surprise and pleasure.

“You want a full womb again?” I press forward, making your dripping wet pussy squelch.

You nod quickly. Legs lifting higher. Nails digging into my shoulders.

Perfect.

Breeding.

Stock.

Always willing. And so ready.

With my lips pressed to yours, I fuck into you. It’s not gonna take long. This isn’t for pleasure. This is for breeding. For putting a baby inside your fertile little body.

Your eyes roll back in anticipation. Pussy clenching, feet pointing. You’re readying yourself for my sperm. Your eggs are waiting to be fertilized. Legs wrap around my waist. Arms around my shoulders. You’ll make sure my seed takes.

All I can hear is the sound of my rock hard dick plunging into your pussy, in and out, over and over again, hitting that spot right before your cervix.

“Please… please… please…” you beg me. This would be number six. Or seven. Or eight!

I grunt against your neck as you cling to me. My hips pistol forward again and again and again, full balls slapping against your pussy, drawn up and tight, yet still fucking swinging.

And then, as you arch into me and wrap yourself around me, I unload with a primal growl against your shoulder. Thick jets of my seed pump right against your cervix, sucking my sperm in as you orgasm at the sensation of my load inside you.

You squeeze your legs and cross your ankles. More come pumps into you. A big, fat baby batter load.

I shudder from head to toe, releasing everything I’ve got to knock you up again.

Millions of sperm flood your womb, racing toward your eggs. There’s two waiting. Those little innocent eggs are helpless, attacked from all sides. Millions upon millions of sperm trying to wiggle inside. What a battle. The strongest and fastest ones will win.

You clutch to me as the insemination unfolds. Your eyes are glazed over when I raise up to look at you. And then I see it. The moment you conceive, your eyes roll back and you shake for a second.

Pop.

A sperm broke the barrier. It’s in. It won.

I watch your face. Pride swells inside my chest. A fast, successful breeding. But then you suddenly whine out loud. Your thighs shake around my waist. Your lips part. You’re so in tune with your body that you can feel the moment of conception.

All of my healthy swimmers are surrounding the second egg. Trying to penetrate it. And then… all of a sudden, your face breaks into a delirious grin. Your pussy squeezes around my cock. You laugh.

“Two… babies…” you whisper. Your pussy gushes with come even while I’m still inside you. “Twins,” you inform me. “You gave me twins.”

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