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Reblog to give yourself bigger tits.

I want to make you feel heavy and pregnant but I don't got a cock so we're going going to have to stuff you silly until you look it

need some preg yuri rent lowering gunshots to scare the cishets away. lanky butch bottom helplessly horny by how pregnant her gf is. magic strapon that gets ur trans gf pregnant like she always dreamed of (with multiples! turn her into a proper broodmother!) chain + mutual preg. we could go on forever pls add more if u like

witch gf slipping fertility potions into your morning tea without you knowing -- you've been desperate for her touch for weeks, insatiable, and you just can't figure out why -- so dripping desperate that you let her fuck you with no barriers, let her cum deep inside you (you know it's risky but it makes you cum so hard you see stars what are you -supposed- to do when she's teasing your sopping cunt, when your nerves have been alight with desire for so long)

Girls this is your message to let a nerdy puppygirl raw dog you. Let her hold you down with her full weight while she mindlessly ruts into you. Tell her you’re ovulating and she needs to pull out but when it comes to that you beg her for a litter, pleading to make you both mothers.❤️

is it too weird that i want to be tied up and have someone try to fit random objects inside my pussy

where is my pervert femme with doe eyes

need to get pregnant by a girl. need a girl to pump a load into me and kiss my belly. need to have a girl watch me get big and round with her baby and fuck me knowing she made me a daddy. need to have her baby.

Scientist wife who convinces me to let her breed me because she needs to study every phase of a pregnancy. She starts recording every time we fuck. She plugs my cunt to keep the cum inside, and ties my legs up and wide open right after, saying that it’s to make sure it all goes to my womb. She monitors my cycle, my mood, my body. When the first pregnancy test shows up positive, she becomes obsessed with me, with my body, with my womb. Her lab is in our house, and she needs me near the lab more and more often. To monitor the changes, of course. By the beginning of the second trimester, I am not allowed to leave the house. She stills fucks me every day, in different ways, at different times. There are pages and pages of notes about my reactions, physical and emotional. She takes pictures of my tits, my belly and my cunt every day. There are constant exams, blood tests and ultrasounds. All conducted by her, because that is the only way she can guarantee the integrity of the research. And because nobody else is allowed to touch me. Or even see me. I am hers, only hers, forever hers. By the third trimester, I am only allowed to wear clothes that show my belly at all times. She touches it constantly, so full of love and interest I can’t bring myself to question her motives. The day my tits start producing milk is wonderful, she is full of joy and wonder as she sucks my sensitive nipples to taste it, making notes of the flavor, the consistency, the volume of milk, and of my reactions. When I finally go into labor, she already has the perfect room prepared for us. I will be filmed and monitored from all angles, and there is a setup for her voice notes, because her hands will be busy. She patiently explains to me, with just a little glint of hunger in her eyes, that this will take hours, possibly days. My perfect pregnancy requires a perfect labor. She has been waiting for this for so long… Our baby is so big, almost too big. The crowning makes me cry and scream in pain, the pressure feels like more than I can handle, but she assures me this is how it’s supposed to be. This is just how she planned it. Our first of so many babies will be crowning for many hours, and I will feel all of it for her. For science. For our love.