#doe posting

they know about my detrans and breeding kinks as well

I've been thinking... maybe we could fuck raw with the intention of getting me pregnant, just once, and then getting an abortion

it'd be so hot and I'm just curious what it'd feel like, the subtle changes and sensitivities, the morning sickness, the abortion itself

best of both worlds, I get to be bred for real and I get rid of the baby

and if they keep distracting me, making me procrastinate going to a clinic until it's just barely too late, it's not safe to abort anymore

well... I guess my only option is to carry it to term, watching as my body is forced to change to accommodate the life I'm nurturing

giving birth will hurt like hell but my body is built to do it after all

putting it up for adoption is always an option

but I'm not that cruel, I'd let it suck on my tits first, let it have its mother's milk

maybe I'll be too distracted and exhausted for the adoption paperwork

because yeah, part of me is a dyke

so it's less about forcing dykeness upon me, and more about forcing that to be the only part of myself I can take part in

and once you've got me as a dyke, move on to dyke breaking

because I do like taking cock, I do like wearing skirts and dresses sometimes

in fact! you're not doing any clinical visits at all, you'll let nature take its course

you know the baby is healthy because it's kicking- a lot! it's growing just fine considering how big your belly is. you'll get to learn the gender once you deliver it

you're squatted in the living room, groaning in pain all throughout the labor, trembling. but the baby comes out surprisingly easy!

your husband is there to catch it, and he's helping you cradle it as you're about to lie down

pain then there's more pain in your abdomen- more intense contractions

you cry out in shock and confusion as you're forced to stay squatting, delivering another baby

it's harder than the first since you weren't expecting it and it's head stretches you even further, but you just cling to your husband and keep pushing until it finally makes its way into the world

you're still kneeling, holding both your babies to your breasts

your husband is about to help you stand when another contraction tears through you

you start to sob, lying on your back with your legs too weak now

you're exhausted, muscles weak, and the position isn't helping

your husband coos and pets your head as he helps the two newborns latch on and suckle, telling you it'll help with contractions

you're panting and sweating, pushing, but weakly