My name’s Pen, and I present to you my pathetic attempt at an ‘About Me’ post! Or whatever it’s called here…
I write!
I like birth. A lot. Sometimes I write about it, and that’s the main focus of this blog. Ideas bouncing around in my empty skull sometimes find their way into the physical realm in the form of words. So I figured I’d do something with them, and with the magic of Tumblr, you can read them!
I really like non-human pregnancies and darker stories, but I’ll write whatever kinky idea pops i to my head or shows up in my ask box. I’m still learning and trying things out, so ideas and tips are greatly appreciated! If you have one, don’t hold back from dropping them in my asks! Or wherever. I still don’t know how this silly site works.
So, kinks?
Obviously, if I’m gonna write something, I need something to write about. So here’s a quick tier list of things I like cause I’m too lazy to write it all out!
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Torpedo bellies are truly so magical. So uncomfortable. So heavy. They can so easily be lifted by anyone who wants to help carry the load for a while. They don't look good with so much maternity wear so all you can do is leave them hanging out. So hot.
mandibles and tongueproboscis and ovipositors in a cute girl’s mouth as her womb gets pumped full of larvae by the insect aliens that colonized earth and if she resists at all they remind her they can always throw her in the Digestion Pits to get turned into nutrient pulp like most of the rest of her species
thinking about going to work with a tiny bloat to my stomach. i notice it when i’m buttoning my jeans, it’s a little tight around the waistband but i just brush it off as having a heavy lunch and go about my day. as my shift goes by, i notice that same tightness returns but it grows more intense, my belly just not fitting into my jeans the right way and getting uncomfortable
it isn’t long before the denim is digging into my tummy and i throw on a hoodie so i can cover up the undone button at the top of my jeans, the pressure instantly lessened so i can move more. throughout the shift though, the bloat becomes more noticeable and i can feel my stomach growing heavier, adding pressure to my hips. i start to think about what i could’ve eaten to cause my belly to get so big
my coworker stops me in the break room, excitedly asking me how far along i am. her question shocks me because i know i had only looked slightly bloated before. i look down, trying to think of a good enough answer only to realize i can’t see my feet. my belly has gotten so big and round that it’s showing through the hoodie i’m wearing and settling low, as if i’m several months along
i can’t come up with a good enough excuse, but thankfully i get called away and use it as my means of escape. but as i go to walk out the door, i feel that familiar pressure in my hips only this time it’s more intense. i can feel myself waddling to get to the door. i’m so embarrassed but i can’t move any other way—my stomach won’t stop growing
i realize now that there’s no way to cover up this pregnancy belly that wasn’t there a few hours ago. i have no idea what lies will work and just as i’m spiraling for an excuse, i feel a sharp cramp and a grab onto my tummy. there’s telltale drips of liquid hitting the ground. and now i know i’m gonna be stuck laboring at my work, trying to hide it from everyone
tiny grubs invading each of your holes. they crawl into your urethra and inside your cunt and asshole. and they don't need anything to start multiplying, so all of a sudden you're just absolutely stuffed with grubs, and they get bigger the more they reproduce with themselves. you're forced to push them out on occasion, bc otherwise there would just be too many and you're afraid you'd burst from the sheer amount of them; your cum gets super thick with grub bodies and the slimy secretions they make, which also makes your holes constantly wet (and fuckable). every time you piss it feels like your cock is giving birth and before you know it your urethra is gaping open wide. at least the biggest grubs are in your womb and stomach. the more you're forced to push them out of those holes the bigger the grubs get, until you might as well be birthing human babies. your asshole is loose and super puffy, your cunt swollen and red. you don't know how any of this happened or why it feels so fucking good but you want it to stop and go back to normal you want to keep pushing grubs out of your holes the rest of your life
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best part about octopus monsters is that after they're done pounding the shit out of every single one of your holes with their slick, long, girthy tentacles, they can just crawl all the way inside one of your holes and live in your womb or stomach! then they don't even have to come back out to fuck you, they can just rail you from the inside <3 you could just be minding your own business with your huge swollen tummy, carrying this beast around, and all of a sudden it'll start pushing its tentacles out of you. forcing you to stop whatever you're in the middle of and probably crouch a lil bit as you're overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure, the tentacles ripping your clothes to shreds in the process. hopefully you're not out in public somewhere bc oof, wouldn't that be embarrassing! showing everyone you're nothing but an octopus monster nest, just something for it to cozily live in and take advantage of your sloppy holes whenever it wants! but you're moaning crazy loud, so yeah, everyone knows you actually really enjoy this
noncon monsterfuckery is so good. you may not be a monsterfucker but you're getting monsterfucked either way and you should probably make your peace with it
"You're sure about this? You aren't disgusted?" You asked the beast as it sat poised between your spread thighs, mandibles clicking eagerly.
It responded softly, breathy, inhuman voice hissing out from the spiracles trailing down either side of its shimmering chitinous body.
"Of course I'm sure. You're perfect like this." It ran one of its forelimbs gently over the swollen dome of your belly, its strange dual-clawed digits ticklish against your skin. It admired you with a stare you couldn't quite comprehend behind its compound eyes. Possessiveness you could only assume.
It was a welcome sensation to be wanted, even if it was just carnally. The deadbeat who'd done this to you had skipped town when the pregnancy test came back positive. That was seven months ago.
You'd started dating again not long after the morning sickness subsided, but hadn't had much luck. Turns out that guys tend to avoid serious relationships with visible sloppy seconds that have an obligation on the way.
Eventually you'd gotten desperate enough for connection that you'd gone to one of those monster/human sex clubs and that was where you met them: an eight foot tall, bipedal wasp creature— a Vespid— whose baffling name was pronounced with a mix of hissing clicks and a buzz of their wings.
They'd taken to you immediately, buying you sugary (though distinctly non-alcoholic) drinks all night and whispering in a voice that was more of a hum how beautiful you were.
Now you were both back here at your apartment, their black compound eyes gazing down at you and antennae twitching curiously.
"May I taste you, my sweet one?" They purred, their mandibles parting slightly into what you could only interpret as a grin.
You nodded breathlessly and the Vespid dipped between your legs, its face vanishing behind your heavy gut. You missed the otherworldly sight of their glistening blue carapace immediately, but you couldn't forget them for long, as you almost immediately felt the curious, feather-light prodding of their pedipalps along the junction between your thigh and groin. Before you could even shiver, their beastly jaws were on you, jagged mandibles pricking softly at your inner thighs as their soft inner mouthparts sucked and lapped over your needy cunt. Their exoskeleton was cool against the heat that had been building between your legs, a surprising, yet not unwelcome sensation.
"Delicious." Their invertebrate anatomy allowed them to speak clearly, even as they buried their face between your legs like it was their last meal on earth.
Suddenly, you noticed an unusual tingling, warming sensation. It was filling you from the inside out.
"What's-" you began to ask, but a clawed tarsi was pressed to your lips.
"Just something to relax you. Shall we mate now?" The enormous wasp asked, lifting away from your sex and standing up to their full height before you.
With a blush, you nodded. You watched as it curved it's teardrop shaped abdomen forward between it rear legs, aiming a large, though thankfully somewhat blunt, stinger toward you.
"Wait, you aren't going to use that..?"
"Of course. This is how my kind mate. It won't hurt. The pheromones I gave will make it feel good." They brushed your hair from your face and began to press tickly pedipalp kisses across your gravid belly.
The baby within you began to kick and shift in response.
"Sorry. It's been very excitable lately." You apologized, afraid that your stowaway had ruined the moment.
"It's lively. That's good." The hulking insectoid grinned again and as they did, you began to feel the pheromones that'd been soaking into your pussy start to enter your bloodstream.
Your head began to swim and that tingling in your cunt was now a full on need to be filled.
Sensing their work had taken effect, the creature aligned it's smooth stinger between your legs and unceremoniously thrust inside. They began to buck furiously, their tip pressing tauntingly against your cervix each time they bottomed out.
The long-gone rational part of your brain worried for your baby, but your conscious thoughts only cared for the exquisite fullness and pressure of your monstrous lover's length.
Suddenly, you felt an additional pressure deep in your cunt as the ovipositor sheathed within your lover's stinger extended and slipped through the tight opening of your cervix. On instinct, you began to try to pull away, expecting searing pain from the finger-width appendage, but as four armored limbs held you firmly in place to ensure you couldn't flee, you felt only thought-shattering ecstasy.
Your orgasm tore through you in that moment, its sheer intensity blinding you for one gasping, shuddering breath.
The insectoid shivered from antennae to tarsi, wings buzzing excitedly behind them. With a low hiss like a sigh of relief, they began their release, pumping about a dozen tiny, pre-fertilized eggs into your womb, unbeknownst to you as you rode out the blissful, lazy last waves of your own release.
The pheromones had one last surprise in store, as they began to lull your mind off to heavy sleep. You tried fruitlessly to sit up, your limbs suddenly heavy, but it was too late and the sedative pulled you down into unconsciousness.
The Vespid pulled out and climbed into bed beside you, black eyes staring intently down at the rise and fall of your belly as you breathed. They perked up excitedly as they saw your stomach began to distort and stretch from the violent kicking starting within, a sure sign that their eggs had hatched and were already enjoying their meal: your child.
They shushed you and ran their narrow, three fingered hands through your hair as you mumbled in your sleep in response to the thrashing in your gut.
"Shhhhh…" They chittered, "Rest now sweet one. Tomorrow you'll have a dozen new babies to meet."
When you awoke the next day you felt awful, your insides aching like you'd had a boxer practicing body blows on you in your sleep. You felt the usual squirmy morning movement in your belly as you sat up in bed, but then it continued… and seemed as if its source had multiplied over night.
You ran your hands over your taut belly, feeling for some outline— an elbow, a head, anything— to make the squirming, writhing feeling make sense. As you softly pressed your palms around however, you only felt soft, malleable shapes within you, long, narrow, wriggling shapes. And far too many of them.
"Good morning, sweet one. Did you and my young sleep well?" Your lover from last night asked as they entered the bedroom with a glass of juice for you.
"Your young..?" You stared wide-eyed down at your belly, then up at the Vespid standing before you.
"Of course. Last night you gave me permission to mate with you. So I laid my eggs and now they've hatched and grown big and healthy from the food you so generously provided them." They knelt and began to tap their palps over your belly again, this time with more intent. "They should be coming sooner rather than later."
"You… What… What did you do?!" You shrieked in horror as you felt the flesh-fattened larvae inside you continue to writhe and squirm.
"Sweet one, I'm a wasp. You really should have seen it coming."
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I have to imagine that rapid pregnancy would be far more humiliating than what people often write about. Sure, there’s the horror of watching a womb slowly inflate, each inhale leaving it further out than the last until it’s obvious what’s happening.
But few people think about the rush of endorphins and hormones and what that might do to someone while they’re already dealing with the sudden pregnancy. When that pressure pushes down on their hips and leaves their cunt engorged, will they notice that they’re starting to soak through their clothes? Will their face flush crimson as they try to ignore it, only to feel their nipples throb as their breasts grow and prepare to let down with milk?
How much more embarrassing will it be when they let out a wail, drawing attention to both their new fecundity as well as their quivering legs while they cum in front of everyone?
I think getting big and round with a popped, pregnant belly button would be really embarrassing, too. And then all the hormones making me horny while my tits swell up into milky udders?
I'd be humiliated as I scream and squirt, soaking my pants that are already torn open over my ripening belly. Everyone turning to stare at my heavily pregnant body as I cum and grow, milk dripping from my puffy nipples.
centaur births are big thing for me. Pregnant in the human womb? Pregnant in the horse womb? Both…? Would a human half pregnancy require a pussy at the front of the body, or could you get pregnant in either womb via your pussy way behind you? Imagine pushing on two foals, one from each womb, two different birth canals, both trying to exit out the same hole….the insane pressure you’d feel. Your human womb carrying an oversized foal, your labor lasts two days, you push for hours trying to get the foal out of your human womb and through a narrow birth canal stretching from your human pelvis all the way to your pussy at the back…human organs and horse organs displaced both from the long pregnancy and during the painful foaling…oh, yeah, didn’t I say? Even if your human belly is pregnant you still have to carry your foals for nearly a year before they’re ready. Their heads are like a six month old baby’s. Are you praying that you’ll foal on your due date, or do you hope you’ll be painfully overdue once your water breaks?
If I hate you make sure to rape me and knock me up so I’m forced to live with the knowledge that your semen will live inside me for four days, desperately trying to penetrate my egg until one is finally successful and our baby implants itself into the lining of my womb. So I’m forced to know my body is giving up its resources to grow your seed and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. That I’m going to be permanently changed and marked by what you did to me.
Hucow farm where they strap you down with your udders hanging to be milked, and offer complimentary dildos to keep your horny hole satisfied while you’re sucked continuously. And your dumb hucow brain gets so used to being continuously fucked and you’re so unaware of anything outside of your teats, that you don’t even notice when a real person replaces the dildo and cums inside.
By the time you start to feel stirring low in your guts and understand why your belly has been swelling the past few months, it’s too late to do anything about it. But you’re okay with that. it feels right, that a slow, docile, needy cow like you should have a heavy, bred belly making every movement so ponderous and difficult.
Besides, the farm has even been nice enough to place you on a new milking station that cuts away for your pregnant belly to hang through. In your haze of milking and fucking, you feel gloved hands sometimes coming by to palpate and measure the bump ripening tighter and heavier every day. Sometimes, you’re vaguely aware that the hands are coming from behind you, that someone is breathing against your back, that the length pounding into you must belong to a person who’s holding your pregnant gut and muttering something about what a good cow you are. You moan gently, and you clench and spasm around their cock, another orgasm bleeding into the full-body feeling of being constantly used.
Seeing her again 4 years after graduation felt like a punch to the gut. I always wanted to be like her in high school. She was beautiful, popular, and smart. Everyone adored her and she knew exactly how to use that to her advantage.
She was also a fucking bitch.
"Honey, I have something for you..." I cooed, taking you by the hand.
She was a wiggly thing, but she'd never actually shown up to gym class, so she didn't fight that hard. Besides, that's what zip-ties and a knife to the throat was for.
"She's about 5 centimeters dilated," I said as I opened the door. She was a sobbing mess, her hands tied above her head to the headboard and her legs still tied tightly together. I grinned widely at you.
"She's a screamer." I grinned. "That's what you like, right?"
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like. Thats my womb filling out your belly. I didn’t just knock you up I gave you the hardware. I carved out a piece of me I didn’t want and now it’s taking over your body. Can anyone fucking hear me
and it’s still your womb. That’s still your womb swelling up with babies, even if it’s rounding out someone else’s belly. It’s still a part of your body, it’s still yours, but it’s someone else’s problem. Somewhere out there your womb is getting stretched so full it makes you dizzy to think about and you’re walking around scot free.
dear transfems in the notes of this post i am putting together my best team of scientists to hurl us directly into David Cronenberg’s Crimes of the Future level of medical advancement and organso i can give a uterus to every single one of you
Hell, it wasn't like this last night when I studied until midnight.
So there was no way it was real, no way the girl in the mirror with her middle bulging so far out she had to push her hips forward, was me. No way that the swollen orb that hung off her body hung off mine.
But when I tore my eyes from the mirror and slowly walked back to my bed, it was there. Making my legs spread open to accomodate it. Making me grunt and sigh as I sat down. Perfectly smooth, perfectly round, perfectly...
Pregnant.
And as I gently laid a hand on my belly, whatever was inside squirmed. It pushed out against my hand, making me wince with just how sensitive my deceptively smooth skin was. My jaw shook and I knew I was about to start bawling, but I forced it down. I had stay calm.
But how the hell could I stay calm when I woke up fucking PREGNANT?!
I let out a shaky sigh, taking my hand from my due bump and letting it rest on the matress. The thing inside me moved again and I squinted at the oddly shaped bulge in my round middle.
It didn't look like a fist. Or a foot. Or an albow, or even a whole arm. I frowned.
What the hell had appeared in my womb over the night?
And as I felt a gentle yet insistent squeeze on my belly, a more important question came to mind;
When was it coming out?
I kept thinking of the strange substance that I'd found in my panties when I went to the bathroom. At the time there were other worries, obviously. Another squeeze, firmer than last time, was already coming. But I tried to force myself to think through the panic and horror.
Could I remember anything at all from last night? Something about a dream. Panties pulling to the side. A tingle, a fullness, something in me. Deeper. Heat, a sticky, thick heat, inside me.
I remember feeling hot. A pleased sound from nearby. Tossing and turning as I sweat bullets all night... Had I been violated? Artificially inseminated by some creature?
Another squeeze. Closer and stronger than last time. The tears started to leak from my eyes. "This isn't fair." I whimpered to myself, looking at the full term bump, my outie prominent and obscene. "I don't want to have any babies, I can't do this!"
My body disagreed, firmly. I couldn't help but grip my belly, groaning in pain, as sweat beaded on my forehead, the pressure suddenly throbbing down between my legs. "Oh... God..." I forced out, trying to center myself. Then... Some gross, green-tinged fluid suddenly burst from my swollen entrance. Or I supposed now, soon-to-be-exit.
I could all but feel the walls closing in. My heart was slamming in my chest. I struggled to breathe. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be real. I wasn't in labor with something. I wasn't going to be a mother before this day was over. This had to be a dream, this didn't actually happen, not in real life, I-
A harsh grunt filled the air as a painful cramp gripped me. It was so bad, I couldn't stand this, it felt so violating. My body had created life against my will, without my consent, I shouldn't have to birth it, to feel myself open for it!
Choking back a horrified sob as the contraction ended, I reached down, pulling off my soiled panties. Some sticky, slimy, off color fluid was clinging to it, making little mucous-y threads trailing from my swollen, sensitive pussy to the fabric. I knew amniotic fluid wasn't that gooey, nor was my normal wetness. This was the baby. The pregnancy, forcing my body to produce this gross substance that I was now leaking into my mattress.
I was completely naked now. Utterly, obviously pregnant. Another contraction came, and I leaned back, gripping the mattress, closing my eyes and letting a pained whimper escape. I felt more sticky gunk ooze out between my lips, felt whatever was in me shift, locking into place.
I felt my body straining on its own, little unconscious efforts I couldn't control. Fuck, I was pushy. I didn't want to give birth, but my body, this baby, didn't care in the slightest. Another contraction came, and I pushed with all my might.
A sobbed "No!" Escaped me as I gave in, and I felt something massive and hard moving through me. Into my vagina... No... My birth canal. I was giving birth, I couldn't stop it... I needed to get this thing out of me, but it hurt even more to push!
I lifted my legs, curled my tones, and grunted "get out get out get ouuuttt..." As I bore down, rewarded by quick, agonizing progress. The head was so solid inside me. I couldn't make out details, but it almost felt like harsh ridges were digging into my walls, dragging through me like someone with a large piercing, multiplied by a thousand.
A felt more fluid dribble from me, heard it dripping onto the floor from my bed. Great... I was giving birth to some kind of rape baby, then was going to have to clean up the gross mess... Just what I wanted today.
Gods. I had so much I wanted to do... Classes, seeing friends... Everything felt so wrong. I couldn't be having a baby right now, I COULDN'T!
Then the urge to push came once more. I moaned out "I can't... I can't..." Before tearfully erupting in a guttural grunt "I CAN'T!!!" As I pulled my legs back, tucked my chin and bent forward, opening my legs as wide as I could.
I could feel myself start to bulge. Could feel myself burning as my vaginal lips began to part... I reached down in spite of myself, needing to feel what was happening.
My vagina was sensitive, raw, painful. Drawn tight over the head of this burden. My fingers trailed to the head, and found thick, oozing slime coating it, coming out of me. What had this horrible thing done to me?
I pushed into the foul gunk, and could feel... Round. Hard. Like an egg shell, but so much more resilient, unyielding.
Inhuman.
Tears flowed in horror. I was crying, I couldn't stop myself. This baby wasn't even the same species of me... I could never tell anyone this happened, they'd all be disgusted, horrified. But I couldn't stop. Couldn't make it go away. I had to push.
I had to push!
Giving in, Icould feel myself crowning. It felt so big, my lips parting around this ugly little abomination. I couldn't stop, felt it inching forward more and more even though I didn't want anything to do with it. It didn't matter, all I could do was help it end faster.
With a squelching sound, I felt the head shoot out of me. I fell back, covering my face, not wanting to look at whatever this thing was that had violated its way into me, was ravaging me again on its way out.
Labor seemed to be going quickly too, at least a small mercy. It wasn't long before I felt my stomach turning as this creature rotated inside me, then the need to bear down came again. I let it take me, grunting urgently, until finally, with another ugly, wet sound, it slithered out of me and into the world...
I finally let myself shift and look at what came out of me. It was pale, white, had shiny skin and a large, almost crested head. It was already on all fours, beady eyes glaring around as it's tongue shot out, tasting the air.
I was so tired. The placenta came, and I threw it in the trash before rolling over and passing out.
I couldn't have known that the baby would be gone by the time I woke up. That apparently a couple of my friends and a bunch of the women I knew had woken up like that, or kike someone in their house in the same condition. Same kind of ugly creature that emerged from inside them too.
We all woke up to them gone. We just had to hope the only ill will they intended was the agony of being born. Otherwise it's a much larger problem...
