29, F, looking for a Daddy to do roleplay where I’m pregnant/birthing for you. Also like doctors/obgyn’s. Also always open to other RP’s and just chatting as well, DM’s open
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I’m doing the dishes lost in my thoughts, when suddenly I feel you place your hands on me between my waist and my hips and they slide down in a V shape down towards my belly button and then you pull me in. I can’t help but blush and smirk.
“Yes….? You know you won’t be able to feel anything for a while right?”
You rest your chin on my shoulder and tell me in my ear “yeah but I know my baby is inside you now. This is already mine even if nobody else knows it yet”
As you say it, you fixate on the area around my belly button. Alternating between gently grabbing my lower belly and rubbing in circles. “This is where it seems you’ll pop first. All the videos and pictures of early pregnancy always show the bottom of the belly is the first thing to pop out and show. I want to make sure I know what your body feels like now so I can catch even the tiniest change”
“I don’t know whose more excited for this- your or me?”
“Isn’t that how it should be?”
Three months
We are sitting on the couch together. I have my legs up and a small pudge has emerged. You’re obsessed and keep your hands on me as often as you can.
“I’m going to be obsessed with you the bigger you get.” Whenever we are sitting or laying down together you try to have a hand on me. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it at first, but I kinda fucking love it now.
“Oh yeah?”
“I already am….”
You get up and kneel on the floor in front of me while facing me and push my legs open so you can fit between my legs as you lift my shirt and start kissing my stomach. Your kisses trail down and your hands start pulling at the leggings I’m wearing. And you go down on me. I get wet easier and I’m starting to be móre sensitive down there so I start gasping and squirming immediately in pleasure. You make it your job to keep looking up every once in a while. I can tell you love seeing the bump from down there and you eat me out like someone who’s been fasting for days.
Four months
I’m looking at myself in the mirror and you walk into the room, see what I’m doing and lean against the doorway.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking that every day since I’ve outgrown the ability to button my pants, that’s another day closer to not being able to button my button extenders.”
“Good”
You walk over to me and kneel down. You’re face to face with my belly button. You kiss my belly three times and then stand up, walk behind me wrapping your hands around my belly as we look at ourselves in the mirror. “You have no idea how crazy you drive me right now. It’s not going to be long before we won’t be able to hide this much longer with oversized shirts.”
“I know… what will the townsfolk say? Scandal!” I say jokingly.
You roll your eyes and I feel your hands move to the bottom of my growing bump and slide up and over the mound before sliding up to my chest and getting handfuls of my growing breasts. “Soon I won’t be able to just slide over this. I’ll be able to actually lift it. But I love feeling how much more you protrude each day. I can’t wait until your button extenders don’t work anymore.”
My breasts are spilling out of my bra. We haven’t gone shopping yet and I like seeing how growing a couple cup sizes and literally squeezing out of my bras drives you wild. I can feel your desire when you massage them and linger a little longer on where my bra is clearly tight and digging into me.
Five Months
I’m laying in bed, groggy, just starting to wake up and you pull me in closer to you. We’re spooning and while you prioritize me sleeping in whatever position keeps me the most comfortable, you NEVER miss an opportunity to sleep while caressing my clearly pregnant belly. I almost feel like I’ve become a security blanket or stuffed animal of sorts.
Now that I’m really showing and popping and it’s undeniable your favorite place for your hands to hang are right where my hip bones are because my hips are clearly carrying your baby. My hips look “normal” and my belly just shoots out. You love hanging out in that little indent. And just caressing your hand back and forth in that spot. When we are home I love wearing tank tops and shirts that ride up just enough that the bottom of my shirt hangs around my belly button so that spot is always exposed.
I’ve transitioned to leggings and stretchy bottoms only. And you love feeling the bump through the fabric or sticking your hand inside and touching me directly. It’s so intimate.
When we make love I sit on top of you and you make it your personal mission to worship my body. I can’t tell if it’s because I’m pregnant and more as sensitive or if you’re really trying, but I swear you fuck me more deeply now.
Six months
I’m starting to get inconveniences by this baby you put inside me. Really starting to feel the struggle of bending over and bumping into things. I feel an awkward distance from the counter. Any time you see me facing away from you you always come up behind me and hug me. The further along I get the more intimate we become. Not just sex, but overall physical closeness. You want to be near me and literally hands on, and I can’t get enough of it.
You’re finally able to lift my belly a little bit. But not completely. It just sort of shifts the weight up a bit. When my shirt has ridden up you always keep your hands on my bare belly and don’t pull my shirt down until you’ve gotta walk away.
Our bump is starting to making hugs a bit harder but you like pulling me into your body as much as you can and feeling my belly press against yours. When you’re lucky, you even feel a kick. The first time it happened we both lit up with excitement and you immediately got on your knees and kissed my belly in the spot where the kick came from.
Seven months
Now I’m starting to really struggle. I’m beyond bump and am officially rounding out. I’m not quite beach ball but I’m absolutely on my way. I still have more to grow. I’m the shape people think of when they think pregnant woman. My hands rest on the top of my stomach like this belly is my own personal desk.
Your favorite pastime is coming up behind me unannounced and lifting my belly until you hear me sigh in relief. Now I’m big enough that you actually can lift up instead of just pull up a bit. The bottom of my stomach is rounded out. And we both love feeling this new shape. I’ve never looked like this before but we know that my body will absolutely look like this again.
One day we are sitting in bed watching TV. You’re leaning against the headboard, and Im seated been your spread open legs. It feels like a dream. You holding me, me snuggled up against you, both of our hands mindlessly wandering my pregnant body. I’m starting to lean back when I sit because your baby inside me is demanding more room.
My breathing is heavy all the time now. I feel like I’m constantly gasping for air especially when I feel an unexpected strong kick from the inside.
I can’t see the bottom half of my body when I look down. And you love to eat me out while this bump acts as a barrier from us being able to see each other. Not being able to see each other? It feels like there’s an element of surprise. Sex is harder but feels amazing. Whenever I feel self conscious or awkward you just start worshiping my body. Kissing me from my thighs, up, down and around my heavy stomach, and of course suck on my tits often. They’re huge now. “Damn babe, there spilling out of my hands now. I did that! To you! Fuck!”
Eight months
Every day you’re lifting my belly at least a few times. “I swear I can feel you getting heavier every day. You two are both getting so big so fast these days” One day you tell me that this is what you’ve been looking forward to the most. Seeing me huge, but with more time to go.
Our sex life has never been better. We fuck every chance we get. Definitely a lot of leaning over the edge bed with pillow to support. When I’m standing bent over you love to fuck new a few different ways.
You fuck me fast and primal. You’re bent over me and we’re both caught up in the moment. My sex drive has gone through the roof and so has yours. You get handfuls of the softest parts of my body often grabbing either my tits or my widened soften hips.
Other times we’re laying down sideways, spooning. I can hear your breathing in my ear, and I can fell you stroking deeply and with a steady rhythm. I can feel how deep your desire runs for me. Your hand resting along the side of my belly pulling me in closer so you can get as deep as you can.
And yet other times I’m just laying on my back, with pillows for supper at the edge of our bed, legs open, belly in full view, pussy warm and welcoming. This is somewhere between fat and primal Ava deep and loving. I can’t stay like this as long so it’s typically fast. But you love grabbing the belly you gave me s as you pump into me more deeply.
Nine months
If you’re in proximity to me you’re touching me. I’m big enough now that we can’t even kiss because this is too big and pushes us away.
You love every side of my belly. The top and how we can put snacks on there. The sides and how forward they come out. And the bottom and the fact I have such a low hanging under belly. You’re always kissing it, or touching it, or looking at it.
“I can’t wait to do this again”
“Me either”
“Do you want me to put another one in you soon”
“Let’s get this one out first, but I don’t want to wait a super long time”
“Deal”
You love just looking at me while I sit, legs spread, belly hanging downward aggressively. Back arched, hands supporting my lower back. My hips have widened and I haven’t properly walked in weeks. Im waddling, shifting my weight side to side to get anywhere im going. My hands are often on my belly. Resting on the top, carrying it from the bottom, caressing it on either side when I feel a sudden kick. It’s become increasingly common for me to suddenly make a face and gasp or wince mid conversation. Your baby is big. Over ten lbs.
Looking at my body- it’s believable. I can’t fit into any clothes properly, and whenever we are home I let this sloppy huge belly just hang out of me. Sloppily pregnant. I like that description. It feels accurate. I feel big and awkward. My breasts are huge and spilling out of all my bras. When they aren’t in bras they just hang on either side of my bump, I’ve gone up 4 whole cup sizes.
My body really no longer feels like mine yet the way you worship me, it takes the edge off the anxiety and self consciousness. You don’t just kiss my belly, you cover it in kisses and tell me how beautiful I am.
You help me up, you help me roll over, you do every thing for me and playful call me your pregnant princess. As i get closer to 40 weeks my belly just falls lower and lower. Now you and I both swear we can feel the differences in how much heavier I get from day to day.
At the end of 39 weeks you whisper in my ear “I promise I’ll worship you this much each time I get you pregnant”
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It’s okay, darling…I know you feel stretched out to the brim. It’s alright, I know you think you cannot bear it anymore, that you’re too full. Don’t look at me like that, don’t pout. Aw, my sweet darling. You asked for this, remember? No? But I remember it. You were on your back, legs spread, pussy slick and open and you begged me to breed you. And now here we are, nine months and a week later.
You just want the baby out? Yeah? But I like you like this…barely able to move. I turned you into good breeding stock, didn’t I? Those tits are now twice their size, dripping with milk, all those blue and purple veins shining through your skin…I bet you cannot wait to nurse the baby. And that belly…mmm fuck, look at it. Perfectly round.
Shhh…don’t whine, let me rub your belly…that’s nice, isn’t it? Let me feel how tight your skin is, all stretched….and that cute belly button, pushed out from the sheer size of my baby. You’re such a good girl for growing it this big.
kiddo wants to play pretend and daddy agrees ofcourse !!
daddy is the doctor and kiddo is the patient. kiddo is so little and so sick and just needs a whole check up because they don‘t know what‘s wrong :(( but doctor daddy comes to the rescue .
daddy first looks into kiddo‘s eyes . still wide and beautiful like he knows them, but he kisses both eyes for good measure . just in case . he moves to their nose next, pinches it and makes kiddo giggle. cute . still nothing wrong, hmm .
daddy presses his thumb against kiddo‘s bottom lip and gently pries their lips apart . he sticks his thumb in, pressing onto their tongue . seems fine . he pushes deeper, making them gag slightly and squirm .
„Shh, I know. It‘s bad, huh? But I need to check.“
daddy says with a slight smirk even as he looked concerned to kiddo‘s eyes . his thumb grazes slightly over their bottom teeth before pulling it out and pushing both his middle and pointer finger in.
„Close your lips, sweetie. Just like that. Can you suck on doctor‘s fingers? I just need to see if you have the reflexes..“
daddy grins. kiddo sucks on doctor daddy‘s fingers like they would their pacifier. it‘s soothing. daddy‘s cock was getting hard now, but he shifted and just thrusted his fingers in kiddo‘s mouth.
seemed fine.
daddy pulled his fingers out, putting them quickly in his own mouth to taste kiddo‘s spit. kiddo was drooling now, but daddy liked that look on them.
daddy stared at kiddo‘s shirt and the shorts they were wearing.
„Now, you need to take your clothes off. I need to be able to touch your skin to see if you‘re sick.“
daddy explains slowly with the simplest terms he could muster. kiddo finds it reasonable and gets up to their feet, quickly stripping down to nothing.
daddy swallowed slightly, eyes darting over their tiny body. his cock was rock hard now but he simply cleared his throat.
„Good job, sweetie. Can you lay down on your back?“
kiddo lays down on their back as daddy slowly hovers over them and straddles their thighs.
he leans down, hands roaming over kiddo‘s neck and chest. he sniffs their skin before licking a warm wet stripe on their neck, making sure to kiss it before travelling down. he grabs their nipple and rolls it betweenhis fingers.
kiddo squirms, back arching as they whine and weakly push at daddy‘s arms, but daddy was too strong.
„Ah-ah. I‘m the doctor here. Hands off, yeah? I‘m just checking if you feel it.“
daddy rolls their other nipple. same reaction without their hand reaching out. daddy grins and sucks on one nipple, making it perk and coating it in saliva.
daddy travels down with kisses right to their groan. he shifts, pressing their thighs apart. his tongue flicks out.
kiddo whines, hips bucking and hands coming to push at daddy‘s head.
„Nngh, daddy..feels weird.“
they whine, but daddy grabs their wrist and puts it to the side.
„Shh, I know what I‘m doing.“
he stimulates their parts with his tongue, closing his lips around and sucking the skin.
kiddo squirms and whines, moaning as their back arches. they couldn‘t move, not with daddy on top of them.
when daddy was satisfied, he grabs kiddo by their waist and flips them onto their stomach.
„Time for the rectal exam, baby.“
daddy grins. he spreads their thighs apart once more, settling on top of them. he used the wetness from their groin as makeshift lube, coating his two fingers. he circles their tightly clenched rim.
„Relax for me,“
daddy coos as he presses the fingers in.
kiddo gasps, as they push onto their hands to get up. daddy‘s free hand shoots out and keeps them pinned.
„No, no, no. Stay down.“
daddy starts slowly thrusting his fingers inside their hole, hooking them.
kiddo whines, eyes already tearful as they whimper into the surface beneath them.
„Ah, I found the problem! Doctor will cure you. He just needs to keep his fingers inside of you for a little while more.“
daddy thrusts his fingers harshly, hooking them on all sides and making sure to get all angles.
kiddo squirms and thrashes before finally cumming.
daddy grins, pulling out his fingers.
„There we go, all cured!“
daddy leaves kiddo no time before scooping them up and showering their chubby cheeks with his kisses.
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Any love for small baby bumps? Just a little swell that can easily be written off and hidden and ignored? The bulge is hard when you press on it, and the flutters and kicks are undeniable, but you can still pretend.
Imagine feeling the first few flutters of the baby growing within your womb. It's a line of demarcation: one moment, it's almost easy to forget that you're pregnant, and in the next, there will be no more denying that it's true. The gentle curve of your belly will soon be swelling ever larger, and before long, those faint, trembling movements will strengthen until your entire abdomen quakes and rolls with every energetic kick.
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I know you're in labor. But it's just us. Anything said here won't leave this room.
Poor thing. You've had to smile for everyone for so long. Had to act so happy, so excited. You told me how everyone made you feel so weird, so gross any time you expressed anything even close to how you really felt about this pregnancy.
But now... It's almost over, hon. And I'm here. You know I'll listen. You know I won't judge. Before this baby comes... You can tell me how you really feel. About your body. About this baby. All of it.
There we go... It's ok. It's ok to not want it. It's ok to feel used, trapped. It's valid! And honestly, how could you not? After what happened... How His baby ended up inside you...
Oh wow... I know. I know, it hurts. It's getting close, isn't it? Not long now. This baby is gonna come so so soon...
It's ok to not want to keep it, it's ok. How could anyone expect you to raise it? It's not fair. None of this is fair, all your choice was taken away. Someone made it for you, now you have to let it happen, let it come out.
Speaking of... Biiig push for me, now... Hey, it's ok, it's ok that you don't want to give birth. It's ok, just keep pushing... Just like that, your body knows what it needs!
Mmm, it's ok. It's a strong word, but it's how you feel... It's ok to hate this. To hate that you have to give birth. It's even ok to hate His baby... There we go... Doesn't it feel good to say out loud? Admit how you've been feeling for months, be heard by someone who's there for you?
Oh gods... I know, I see it... I see your belly squeezing... Puuush push push... Oh hon... It's happening. Feel this? You're bulging... Keep going... Keep opening for it, your lips are starting to spread... His little brat is crowning!
It know, it burns so bad! It's meant to hurt... You're delivering His reward for what he did, it's no fair... It's so cruel, that your own body betrayed you like this... But you have to let it. It's ok to hate this, all of this... But you have to give in. Have to let it happen.
Here it comes again... Don't fight it, bear down deep for me. Let it all out! Puuuush, gods, the head is gushing out of you! It's coming out! Keep going keep going!
His little reward is just hanging out of you now... Feel that? It's the whole head... Just a bit more, and this can be over, ok? You just have to finish birthing it. A bit more to go, you're sooo close to having your body back to yourself. To getting this bastard out of your belly.
There we go... There we go! Push for me, push, open yourself so wide! Shoulders! Ah! It's here, it's here! It's out! He's finally out of you, He's not inside you anymore, for the first time in nine months!
It's ok. It's ok if you don't want to see it. You don't have to hold it or anything. I'll take it somewhere, you did so good, now it's over. I'm so proud of you... I know that was hard, that you hated it. But it's over. You were so brave...
Annie honey I don’t know why you’re fighting it so hard, your baby needs you to start pushing now. You can’t hold them inside you any longer or we’re going to have to take you for an emergency cesarean, ok? Now take a deep breath and actually push this time.
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Ladies, you deserve to know the truth. When we say you look cute, this is what we actually mean.
We’re fantasizing about how good it’d feel finishing deep inside you, knowing that your belly will soon begin to swell. We’re picturing how low, heavy, and round your tummy will become, how your belly button will pop out from all of the pressure within. We’re imagining ourselves worshipping your belly, feeling its immense weight in our hands as they glide over your soft skin and across your intoxicating curves.
We’re envisioning you on your back, your legs spread wide, your huge overdue belly framed between your trembling thighs, your face sweaty and red from your labors. We’re hearing you begging for help, moaning, and screaming as you struggle through painful contractions, desperately trying to force an impossibly large object through an impossibly tight space. We’re picturing the midwife’s cruel fingers inside you swinging side to side: forcefully, mercilessly, and incessantly teasing your most sensitive spot open as you bear down. We’re imagining just hot and tight your contracting belly would feel to the hand, and how your legs would shake and tremble in agony as you experience the ring of fire. We’re thinking about what a good girl you’d be for pushing as hard as you can, no matter how bad it hurts; about how beautiful your face would look as you bear down in pain. We’re hearing you shriek as you finally push the head out, fantasizing about your hips bucking and fluid gushing out as you cry out. We’re dreaming about you heavily pregnant again, about you back in the delivery room, even as you loudly protest having those wide shoulders pulled out past your sore lips. We’re hoping you’ll be our breeding plaything forever.
But, that’s too much to say. So, we’ll just call you cute.
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