Here Is The Porn Stash

THIS is how you do it. You wanna have a Patriarchy/misogyny kink blog? Please have all the fun in the world with it. But drawing a clear line between fantasy and reality is super important. Vlad is setting a really good example for you all and I may be a bimbo but I think you should follow it.

And really, this is true for *all* kink where power dynamics are in play! Be a safe space for the others who share your kinks!

One man, the most recent, was old enough to be my dad - older, in fact, than my actual dad. He had kids older than me. He picked me up in a break between uni classes, filled me up again and again, grinding the fat head of his breeder cock against my cervix. I came on his cock so many times while he used his cum as lube to fuck another load into me.

At one point, I came at the same time he did. I felt like I could actually feel my cervix sucking up the cum that my walls were milking out of him.

Another time, he had me on my hands and knees, his cock stuffed into me, my tits swinging below me. He stopped pounding into me long enough to grope and tease my nipples until I came just from that, grunted that I was like the ultimate fleshlight as my body clenched around him, and went back to fucking me as I collapsed.

At one point, he growled in my ear that I was such a good girl for taking daddy's cock like that. I hadn't told him I have a misgendering kink. That almost made me cum then and there.

He told me I'm the best, and youngest, pussy he's ever had.

He dropped me back off at uni and I swear I could feel the weight of my womb, uncountable loads of his cum physically stretching it out. A guaranteed pregnancy, if it happens that I'm ovulating. I wouldn't know. I have no way to know.

Only four new men, in the ten days since you sent me that first anon? You're slowing down! It was a new one every twelve hours, when you started.

Not that it makes much of a difference, in practice. It takes one man, and one load of cum, to make you a mommy. I just think it would be funny if you literally couldn't remember all the men who might have gotten you pregnant.

That last man, though, might be the perfect one. "He has kids older than me" is another way to put "he fertilized a girl before I was even born" - and now he might have done it again.

You're born with all your eggs, you know. They're formed while you're still in utero. I wonder if his sperm just found an egg that formed inside you while one of his first children was growing in their mother's womb.

There's a weird mental game going on, where taking a fresh load pushes the deadline back. Like if it's been a week, and I should probably test to see if I'm knocked up, then I'll take another load to reset the clock. After all, if it's this fresh seed that takes, the test won't show that for at least a week if not more. No point wasting a test.

Oh my god, this is so fucking cute.

Of course this is how you should think about it. After all, the only thing that matters is if you're definitely not pregnant, right? That's the only information you want to know. And if you've just taken a fresh load of cum, a negative result wouldn't tell you that! It would only tell you if you weren't pregnant from one of the loads you'd taken weeks ago - ancient history, practically. So why even bother?

I’m unfortunately keeping it, I went to the clinic to get an abortion and I was too far past the cutoff to get one. So naturally I called him up.

An hour later he was cumming in me again and talking about how much my tits would swell up, and how he had “turned me back to the right path”. We haven’t used a condom since he found out I was pregnant, and he got rid of them.

I’m scared for what this baby will do to my body, I’ll never be perceived as a guy again. Maybe I want that? He finally let me sleep over after we fucked, I heard him call his mom about me and he told her I was “pretty and smart” and now I just want to be that for him (and for my baby now I guess?)

He wants me to move into his place, which is nice, but he also wants me to quit my job and take care of housework “so when the baby comes you’ll have practice” he said it’s where I belonged.

On a different note I feel the baby kicking every so often, I got an app that tracks the pregnancy and my baby is the size of a carrot. My stomach is definitely noticeably swelled up, and I’m not sure how I thought I’d be able to get rid of it.

I thought I was three or four months along but I’m actually on the later end of five months. I looked back at old pictures of myself and my hips have noticeably widened, he grabs at them often when we fuck and it makes me feel so horny despite wanting to be a guy.

He also made me stop pursuing a T prescription, he said it would make me less attractive to him and I really want him to like me, so that’s off the table.

The sex is really good and I don’t think I’ll be having just one kid if it continues like this.

(Previously)

I really couldn't have hoped for a better follow-up than "I'm more pregnant than I thought, so it turns out I don't have a choice."

You didn't even know how long you were growing a baby. While your body did the most female thing it could possibly do, you pretended to be a boy and put off doing anything and didn't pay attention. And your reward for that is the inevitability of a nine-month belly, and birth.

It's so, so funny that this is how you spent your very first full night of the future father of your babies (plural), though. Dripping cum and losing your choice. The second time you ever saw him, you got fucked full of his seed in a motel because he decided to take the condom off and you were too wet to object, but the first time you got to fall asleep next to him was when you failed to not become the mother of his child.

I'm amazed you even tried, really. Because I've hardly ever seen a struggle this feeble. You're so scared that no one will ever see you as a man again, but you've already decided that T is "off the table" because your baby daddy thinks it'd make you look too mannish. You get needy every time you feel his hands on your widening hips. You went to an abortion clinic, and when you found out it was too late, you took more of your breeder's cum and started thinking about the next child.

I said yes like an idiot and met him at a motel, which he paid for. We fucked and I felt him slip the condom off (I didn’t say anything because of how hot that is) and he came inside of me twice in an hour (I think?)

It felt so good to give my body what it so badly wanted.

A little less than a month later I’m throwing up most mornings, and my chest feels extremely sore so I take a test, and it’s positive.

I messaged him what happened and he sent a picture of his cock, so I went to his place for the first time.

He tied me up (he’s into that shit) and he came inside me multiple times, all while clutching my lower belly. I honestly think he wanted to get me pregnant, I’m not sure if I should keep it, I’m 4 months in and my state has a cutoff at around 5 months.. every time we meet he fucks me really good (cums inside each time) and asks about how the kid is so I don’t want to disappoint him.

Any ideas for how to proceed? My hips are already so wide so I think I’d be able to give birth easily. I just don’t know what to do, and I don’t want to stop seeing him for obvious reasons. I feel the baby kick every so often and it makes me so dysphoric.

God, little sluts like you are adorable. Four months pregnant by a stranger who knocked you up without your consent, and wondering whether you should give birth so you don't have to disappoint him. And looking for guidance from another strange man who wants you pregnant.

Does it really matter what I say, though? Just from the way you tell this story, it's obvious what an addict you've become for your baby daddy's cock. You say "I messaged him [that he'd gotten me pregnant by stealthing me] and he sent a picture of his cock, so I went to his place for the first time" - as if that's the most natural sequence of events in the world. He bred you, he wanted to fuck you again, so you went to his bed and spread your legs.

His little "accident" is already kicking its way to life inside of you. If you wait just a little longer, there'll be nothing you can do about it, except take his cum and wait to give birth. You're already rationalizing it - "I have such wide hips, it won't be that bad." (And they'll be wider before you're done.) Just take the easy option, don't do anything that'll upset your man, and before you know it, you'll be pushing out his baby.

I met up with a man I met online almost three years ago now. We had a brief and risky breeding encounter but nothing that lasted very long when I found out he was married with a wife. I respectfully told him that wasn’t a situation I wanted to be involved in and wished him the best. Fortunately he was understanding. I never expected to see him again.

I met him on Grindr a few weeks ago, he remembered my name and told me he has since gotten divorced which is the reason i responded back. We chatted for a bit until he told me he was looking for a wife- and the future mother of his child. I was a bit shocked, I laughed at his messages until he told me he was serious. And he wanted to make me his wife.

He said he hadn’t stopped thinking about me since we had met those years ago and went into great detail about his longing to impregnate me. Needless to say I was a bit hooked on his behaviour.

He gave complete disregard to my transition, said if I was going to get pregnant I was going to be a mommy, a women- his women to be exact. That made me squirm. It made my cunt wetter than I’ve ever anticipated. It also made me terribly scared. I started feeling a lot of new (and buried) emotions that I hadn’t felt in a long time that resulted in a few cancelled breeding sessions until I finally had him over.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. This very handsome man came into my room and held my body, cupped the back of my hair and gently kissed me. Slowly groping his way down to my clit. He slowly rubbed his thumb over it, my knees buckled and I started moaning softly into his shoulder. He smelled so good. He wasted very little time before he had me strip and on my back. I stroked him until he was semi hard but he wanted to rub his cock on my pussy until he was fully errect. It certainly didn’t take long. He had two weeks of cum built up for me and from that moment I had no choice but to take it.

He had me in every position imaginable. Made me feel exactly like a woman compared to him. And I hated how much I loved it all.

About halfway through this meetup he thumbed at the facial hair I’ve maintained for a few years. He looked at me and said “if you’re my woman now you need to shave this off.” I stuttered and laughed- again thinking he was joking. I told him “I’ll shave later, not a big deal.” He said “No. I think you should shave now. Right now.” And spanked my ass towards the bathroom. I could’ve said no, argued, bratted back but I didn’t. I simply walked to the bathroom and shaved the facial hair I was so proud of like it was nothing.

When I walked back into the room he smiled, got up and told me how genuinely beautiful I was before gently fingering me and filling me up two more times.

On the third time and final time before he came he had me in maiting press, was roughly fucking me until he slowed very suddenly. Had me make eye contact with him. He said “once you’re pregnant I want to us to get married. We are making a family, I want to love you as my wife. I know you will carry my children”

Unfortunately I had never cum harder.

He filled me about 6 times total in an hour and a half. He knew how scared I was, but I did it scared. I did it regardless of how “proud” I’ve been of my transition identity… I could’ve blocked him the moment we met again but here I am. Sitting here with a full womb of potent cum, ovulating and knowing that with every passing moment I could >really< be pregnant. Haha.

Sorry. I know this is a lot. Typically I wouldn’t post this as anon but I don’t know right now. My life could vastly change in a few months. I know how permanent so many of these choices are and yet… maybe this is the road I’ve always wanted to walk?

~pretty in pink

Oh, this is so sweet that I hardly know where to start.

Your pride turned out to be so insubstantial, didn't it? You thought you'd built something solid over years and years, but he just waved it away, and it disappeared. He told you to shave, and you meekly obeyed. He told you you were going to be a mommy, and you spread your legs.

Even if you aren't pregnant - even if you don't become his pregnant little wife - how could you ever forget that? That one man who really wanted you was all it took. That just being told that you were going to be his woman was enough to erase all the time you spent struggling to be your own man.

It's not even as though you found the perfect man for you and then succumbed to him. Here's what you've described to me: he's good looking. He's a good fuck. He fucked you, before, behind his wife's back. And he wants to impregnate you and have you raise his kids.

He's "convincing" you, huh? Must be a master class in persuasion.

You know you're going to do it. Even if it's a bad idea, you will. You don't need my encouragement or his persuasion. You've already taken billions of his sperm, and now you're going to take billions more - deep inside your womb, searching for an egg that might just be there. You're going to learn just how much better it feels when you take a man inside you without trying to withhold your fertility.

I wonder, though, whether this is the wording he used:

He's convincing me ... to let him decide whether to cum inside me or not based on where I am in my cycle

Because that's slippery phrasing. I know why I would say that to a girl: because it sounds like you're promising to be safe, but you're not.

I have a toy that has a vibrating thrusting dildo and a vibrating mound for my clit shoved inside my pussy on the lowest setting which is just enough to make dumb and fuzzy but not nearly enough to cum. It's been fucking me for over 20 minutes and if i do get a bit close to cumming I take the mound off my clit.

It's a pretty cheap and simple thrusting toy from Amazon, not very thick or long but it's fucking me so so good. I can barely type this because all I can think about is my pussy.

Obviously if you're just indulging your kink then lie about your ovulation window and get plowed on your safe days. Just make sure you keep good track of your cycle, these donors are very determined to knock you up after all~

He pisses on or in me pretty much every day that we're together. It's part of his plan to enforce my role as his urinal.

The other day, I was kneeling in the tub, mouth open wide with his piss streaming into it and overflowing down across my tits and thighs, then I leaned forward so I could close my lips around his cock, swallowing hungrily as he pissed down my throat. Instinctually, I started to stroke my mouth up and down on his cock, and as he finished pissing I felt him start to get hard, which fueled my hungry urgency. I knelt there, his piss still dripping off my face and my tits, and adoringly sucked his cock until he pulled my head down on him and added his cum to my belly filled with his piss.

I felt so useful, so pathetic. What kind of girl eagerly drinks down that much piss and regrets spilling any of it? What does it mean that for the rest of the day I constantly thought about having so much of him inside me and that remembering it would make my cunt feel almost painfully achy?

When I had to pull away and some of it spilled out across my tits instead of flowing down my throat, he said "Ah, almost... almost." — I can't wait to hear what he says the first time I don't have to pull away, the first time I'm able to swallow every single drop straight from his cock, the first time I become truly a urinal for him, something he can use, something he not only enjoys pissing in but that is a useful receptacle for him.

the first time we did it, i asked her to yap about one of her special interests while i laid in the tub in my panties and squirmed around (this is why autistic girls make the best piss dommes). eventually i told her i was getting pretty close to bursting and that if she wanted a hand in this she should make it quick.

"ok then. lie back. spread your legs, make sure i can see it....good. ok. piss yourself for mommy."

and i, ever obedient, pissed my panties for her. but it's not the feeling of piss running over my hips and down between my legs that i remember, nor the feeling of my wet panties clinging to me as a puddle formed under my ass, nor even the hot red flush in my cheeks as i flooded with embarrassment. it was the look on her face that sticks out in my mind.

as my panties filled with piss i watched her mouth drop open in shock, in wonder, in surprise. she had never done this before, probably had never seen a grown woman piss herself, especially on command—her command. she knew what i had asked her for, she knew how the scene was supposed to go, but perhaps it's not something you can necessarily prepare for. it's one thing to read the script but another to see the show.

and seeing her expression turn from shock to excitement, to lust, to hunger—to something predatory—that is what i remember most about that first time. of course, i also remember her reaching into her underwear and pulling out her dick, watching her stroke herself as i rubbed my pussy through my piss-stained panties. i remember her command to "take your bra off. get your tits out". i remember the small gasp she let out when the second wave hit me and i started leaking even more piss through fabric too drenched to contain it.

we had a few more sessions down the line that went pretty similarly. the highlights there are when she made me take off my soaking panties so she could watch the pee leak out of me and when she made me piss on my own tits. the last time we did it i sheepishly told her i had peed in my own mouth before, and with that familiar wolfish hunger she leaned into the camera and said, "yeah? well then do it. i wanna see that."

and there's a lot to be said for pissing on your own face, in your own hair, in your own mouth, for a girl who's 1000 miles away. i treasure those moments too. but it will always be that first time, when i watched a switch flip in her brain and give spark to a primal desire to make a grown woman piss herself, that looms largest in my memory.