uh oh that’s my fetish!

It's a weird, unpleasant time to be an American who has any sense of decency. I thought about posting some long, flower diatribe about resistance, and then I realized it would look weird juxtaposed against photos of porn photos of pregnant ladies, but it also felt weird to not acknowledge the current shitshow in some way.

oh, this is so... 🔥

"don't think for a second that this gives you any kind of power, pet, I'm still in charge" and "look at you, so pathetically needy" and "desperate, hm? you love watching me grunt, watching me spread my legs, even though its not for you" and "are you going to cum, pet? already? its- oooh, its not even past the cervix" and "hnnng, here it comes, stretching me open e-even wider than you" and "l-lay back like a good little toy, I want to straddle you" and "i-im going to push it out right on your chest" and "oooh, here it comes"

they pin their sub down entirely ("stay still, I can still get... mmmph, get the rope if you can't copperate") and push and push, groaning and wailing and gritting their teeth as they bear down again and again, the bulge of the head becoming more and more prominent between their legs

their sub waits eagerly, totally silent, just pleading with their eyes to be involved— to fuck them, to touch them, to reach between their thighs and cradle the emerging head, to slide their fingers over the hot skin of their parting folds, to grasp their trembling thighs and hold them apart as they moan and whimper and groan- all such primal, intimate sounds

a loud, deep cry finally tears free from their throat as the head slips into a full crown, and they spread their legs even wider around the expanse of their sub's chest— they're too deep into it now to make any sort of commands or give any orders; they groan and scream through the rest of their birth before the baby finally slips free in a puddle of fluid, wiggling into the world on the crest of a shrill roar