#kink interactions

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.

When I hear stories like this, I wonder if trying to resist is what gets you pregnant.

Because you could have tried to indulge while playing it safe. Getting filled up just before your period was due, that sort of thing. It's not what you really want, but it might have relieved the pressure.

If you're just trying to shove it down, though, day after day and cycle after cycle... When do you think you're likely to give in? When your will is weakest, sure - that drunken night. But also when the desire is strongest. When your body is screaming for you to spread your legs and fill your womb. When there's an egg waiting inside you for the moment you succumb.

Idk. I'm a biology major and every time we talk about mating and sex cells and impregnation, I get ravenously horny to the point where I can't pay attention for the rest of class. We watched a video explaining the process of sperm fertilizing eggs and I soaked through my boxers. And now I can't stop imagining being the whiny mess.

I've always gotten this way about anatomical terms, but now that I've found the niche on Tumblr.. I can live however I want, do whatever I want to my body, I can even put on a strap and fuck submissive cis men, and I can enjoy it. But nothing gets me going like having my anatomy pointed out to me. Clitoris, labia, vagina, cervix, uterus. Female. The words drive me goddamn crazy. And, fuck, I don't think anything would really and truly satisfy me like having my pussy fucked and bred by a fat, throbbing cock.

It doesn't help that I have an insanely sensitive cervix. Like.. it really was meant to be pounded, huh? I want a huge manly breeder to wrap himself around me and force me into a mating press and tell me how males feel the urge to dominate females, how females will instinctually submit to them, while he penetrates my vagina with his penis. I wanna feel his hard cock split me open, just like nature intended, and abuse my sensitive cervix. And I wanna feel his penis flex and throb while he ejaculates, pressed against my cervix, releasing millions of sperm into my ovulating vagina. Bonus points if he whispers into my ear about how his seeds are probably seeking out and claiming my defenseless egg while he plugs me with his dick.

There's just some things you can't forget, aren't there?

You can get your mammaries removed, but you're still a mammal: built for internal fertilization, made to give birth to live young. You can inject male sex hormones, but you'll always be the female of the species - born full of eggs, releasing them one by one, with a natural rhythm of ovulation and menstruation that's meant to give way to a natural rhythm of conception and birth.

And sure: taking testosterone can interfere with that rhythm. It can quiet it, until you can almost imagine it's gone. But many, many females before you have learned that imagining it doesn't make it so.

No matter how many submissive men you find - men willing to play your little game with you - you'll always be reminded of two things. First, that no matter how pathetic they may be, you'll always have to be careful how you fuck them - or you'll find yourself full of hundreds of millions of sperm cells pushing past your cervix, and you'll be the one whimpering nine months later, as it starts to dilate. And second, that you're smaller and weaker than nearly every male. That you can only ever play this game with men putting on a false show of weakness, and you could be helplessly stuffed full by any man who chose to show you his strength.

When a man decides to take you while you're ovulating - to show you what decades of testosterone have done for him, and remind you of what nature intended for you - you know how it'll go, don't you? You've been so focused on it.

He'll push his penis into you, and even if you aren't willing, your body will respond. Your vulva will swell and grow pink. Your vagina will lubricate and lengthen.

He'll reach climax and ejaculate inside you - five or more pulses of semen, containing up to half a billion sperm. Your cervix will be ready for it: "soft, high, open, and wet".

The sperm will swim deep inside you within minutes, through your fallopian tubes, seeking your egg. When they find it - whether it's already there, or it arrives days later - they will penetrate it, pushing their way in until one breaks through the zona pellucida.

I could go on - but you know the rest, I think. The implantation, the division, the growth. The missed period, the morning sickness. The growing belly and widening hips. Your body adapting to its new role, reshaping itself to be a good host to his growing offspring.

It begins when a man penetrates you, whispering to you what his orgasm will do to you - but the rest is all within you. From the moment that the head of his penis pushes apart your labia, your body is hard at work, doing everything it can to ensure that the egg inside you becomes a newborn between your legs.

A few months ago I started dating this guy. Very nice cis man a few years older than me. He took me out on a date. We started texting more and more afterwards and opened up about kinks. I didn’t share my detrans kink right away.

I forget how it came about, if he mentioned it first or if I did but one day it came up. Well he realized how turned on it made me and jumped into it head first.

During normal conversations he made references to me being a woman. He would say “how’s my girl doing?” When I woke up in the morning. It all made me guilty but disgustingly horny. When I had to fill out forms with my birth sex on them I sent him pics.

He changed my name in his phone to my deadname. He told me he would never fuck me as a man ever again. Every single time we fucked he called me a woman. I started shaving my body, wearing lingerie under my clothes for him.

Anyways it didn’t work out for other reasons and he dumped me but wow was that fun

Aww, this one is just sweet. You start dating a nice guy, you open up to him about what your cunt really needs, and he treats you like the slutty girl that you are.

My favorite part about this, actually, is the forms. Because it shows off one of the best things about fakeboys: even the most mundane reminders of what you are can get you wet. Some girls need wine and roses and soft beds; some girls put down an "F" on paperwork and are instantly ready to be fucked full of cum on a hard floor.

One of those conversations just started today: I got to follow along in real time as the big-titted one gave into the needs the T gave her, and found out just how quickly you can go on Grindr and find men willing to empty their balls into you. She's probably getting fucked bare as I write this.

The other one, though... we've been talking for a while, and she already lost her virginity a couple weeks ago - to a man she met on Grindr. In the fourth message she ever sent me, a few months ago, she told me "i can’t even imagine getting pregnant." She was messaging me to tell me she was pregnant, and might keep it.

Absolutely gorgeous. A "stone butch", whining and squirming and helplessly stretched around an older man's cock. "Too tight" to take a woman's finger, but so soaking wet for him that he didn't even have to try to push inside of you.

You should be pregnant. It would only be appropriate. Just by fucking you once, he changed so much of what you believed about your pussy and your sexuality; now the seed he planted inside of you should change your body and your future.

It "ruins the body"? What do you think you are, girl?

It uses your body. Running uses your legs, and your heart, and your lungs; pregnancy uses your womb, and your breasts, and your hips, and your pussy.

You think it's ruining you - that it's unfair - because you're steeped in the idea that the default state of a woman is to be "protected", to have never grown full and given birth. But that protection just prevents your body from working the way it was always meant to. The permanent changes of pregnancy - your hips growing wider, your breasts readier to give milk again - are part of your sexual maturity.

You're a female mammal, and you think that the fact that you can get pregnant is unfair? Is it also unfair that you need oxygen to breathe and food to eat? Fertility created you, and fertility is at the core of you. You exist as you do because bodies like yours give birth.

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.