They just nodded at you, sweating profusely, jaw set, eyes mostly closed. "Mmm... Mmmhm... Just fine..." You could hear the strain in their voice, see how tight their round, full belly had gotten.
People chatted around you both, walking back and forth, but you couldn't take your eyes off the vision in front of you. Their belly relaxed... But not long after, tensed once more. They gripped their legs, leaned back, a little grunt rumbling in the back of their throat.
"Are you sure you're ok?" You manage, and they smile at you, motion you closer with one hand once their belly relaxes. You move nearby, and they take your hand, gently, carefully. Lift their skirt and put your hand under. Along their leg. Cuping their crotch.
Everything is soaked, burning hot. Their belly tenses, and you feel every part of them strain as you cup them... Then. You feel their leggings pressing into your hand. Feel something else under the fabric. She manages in a strained groan "I'm ok, really. But you can keep your hand there... It's what you want, isn't it?"
They keep pushing, crowning more and more, surrounded by people who don't know or don't care that this amazing person is giving birth into your hand...
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It was known that the creatures would impregnate any women sent to deal with them, only increasing their numbers, making the problem worse. We had to find the crew of the toughest, meanest, manliest men we possibly could to take care of them once and for all.
It seemed to be going well, the spores released from the dead not having any effect on the group. Or so it seemed.
Everyone assumed that Ted Blade had been injured or poisoned somehow. In a way, he had. "Shit... g-guys... I have to... tell you something..." He growled through grit teeth, as his belly quickly swelled. He had to shamefully admit to everyone he was trans, hadn't gotten bottom surgery. The spores didn't care about his identity, only that he had a uterus, a birth canal... One that the abominations were eager to agonizingly force their way through as he grunted, holding his belly, scrambling at his pants.
The other men could only watch in horror as Ted exposed his swollen, pregnant pussy, t-dick thick and long and swollen with inhuman hormones. His waters broke hard, soaking everything between his legs with birth fluids as he grunting "I fucking feel pushy... I don't want to give birth, fuck, it HURTS!!!"
He didn't have a choice. His body had betrayed him utterly. The others tried their best to awkwardly comfort the burly, hairy beast of a man as he opened his legs, curled his toes, and sobbed his inhuman rape babies out of his body, between his puffy, leaking pussy lips, each one hurting more than the last...
(debating expanding, maybe something where they don't realize the spores or his amniotic fluid also induce gender TF and the other men start to painfully turn into girls, who quickly become pregnant, idk, any interest?)
If incest is bad why do so many dads ache at the thought of watching their daughters swell with their own siblings? Why do so many dads want to watch their daughters bulge around the head of their own baby brother/sister if incest is so bad? If it's evil, why is a girl birthing an unwanted inbred baby painfully sexy?
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I love boy cunt so much. I love how tdick twitches. I love seeing a tboys hole gape after being fucked. I love how slick drips in between a tboys folds. I love men with cunts so much
I confess I have been getting more and more attracted to trans men as time has gone on... All the amazing little details of their bodies, the special way everything is so masculine and yet different... Trans masc cunt just makes me ache...
You watch in fascination as the visibly pregnant woman in the seat across from you starts panting quietly.
You keep looking as her hands grab the edge of the little table in front of her so hard her knuckles turns white.
You stare, wide-eyed and distinctly aroused, as her leggings start bulging at the crotch with her baby's crowning head.
You touch yourself discreetly as she groans loudly and frantically starts pulling down her leggings, revealing soaked panties straining around a fully birthed head.
You cum silently as her baby slips from her pussy with another long-drawn moan from her.
deep, guttural, animalistic grunts are so underrated in the birth kink community. moans and screaming really don’t interest me at all. i love the ones where you can tell it’s involuntary and strained, so throaty it almost makes them gag to let the sound out
Mnph, those involuntary, animalistic, ugly grunts. Desperate and primal, all control and dignity lost. Not an empty scream wasting energy, but a grunt of effort all pushing down, getting this baby out of you whether you want it or not, are ready to give birth or not... 🥵
You'd been the only one he trusted through his pregnancy. He showed you his baby bump when he was about 6 months in and he was struggling with the reality that this was really going to happen, he was going to have to give birth even though he was a man.
And gods what a man he was... You'd had no idea before he showed you his pregnant body. His pussy swollen with his condition, his T dick so cute, but also long and thick and wet. He asked you to be here with him for this last trimester, told you he wouldn't be able to do this on his own. You agreed before you even thought about it, forgot to mention that even him in this state was making you ache with need, let alone seeing what this baby would do to him as he kept growing, seeing it come out.
Now... it was time, whether he wanted it or not. And you knew very well he wanted nothing to do with this. He hadn't ever told you how he got pregnant, but at best you knew it was an unwanted pregnancy, and there had been offhanded comments that implied even worse.
You'd been hanging out all day, watching him sweat and pant, seeing his whole body tense over and over as the contractions got stronger, closer. You'd helped him out of his shirt, biting your lip as you saw his hairy, post-top-surgery chest. His nipples were longer, thicker, so dark they were almost black. His areola had spread over the space as well, deep brown blotches under his body hair.
You could see the little ways this pregnancy had violated him. The remains of his breast tissue had swollen, rounded his chest awkwardly, in a way you'd never notice unless you were looking for it... But you were, and so was he. You so badly wanted to caress that firm bulge, tell him how amazing he looked. To kiss over his hairy baby belly and reassure him that this is an amazing thing, that even if he doesn't want it, it's good this is happening to him.
Labor continued. Worsened. He began to moan with the contractions, sweat beading on his forehead and over his body. "I can't do this... I don't want to do this..." He whimpered, tears running into his facial hair as his belly visibly shrank.
It was almost time. You helped him out of his pants and boxers, taking more time than you had to. Savoring the act of exposing him. You had to bite back a moan when, between his shorts and boxers being pulled down, another contraction came. "They're so close..." He groaned, clinging to your shoulders. "I can't do this... This isn't fair, I don't want a baby, I don't want to give birth!"
You know he must be so open inside. So close to delivering this burden he'd been made to carry. Even knowing he wouldn't keep it, you knew neither of you would ever forget today, that this had happened.
His t-dick, his pregnant pussy, took your breath away. He was so masculine, yet so maternal, and you could tell he knew it. Felt trapped between the two. This cruel reminder of what he was born as, this reality of his body.
It's not long after that when it begins for real. "Oh gods..." He sobs, leaning back on his arms on the edge of his bed. "I don't want to be a mommy... I don't want to... Push out a baby..." He grunts, as you see his face scrunched with effort, notice his toes curling, hands gripping the sheets.
"puuuush, that's a good boy, let it happen..." The words escape your mouth without thinking, so horny you want to cry. He doesn't have any choice but to listen to you now. He draws his legs up slightly, the most desperate, primal grunt rippling out from his chest.
"That's right, that's my pushy boy... It must feel so intense... The head moving?" You ask, and he nods, belly relaxing, a short rest between labor pains. "You're so close now..." You purr, touching his belly, and he shakes his head. "Don't want to be... Don't want this baby... Don't want to be a... A m-mommy... Don't want... To open FOR IT!"
He pushes anyway. You gasp, "good job! Don't fight it, don't fight it, let it come out just like that!" Escaping you once more as this violation of a birth overtakes him.
It's not long before his T-dick is angling up, his pussy bulging around the massive head. You take his hand, make him touch it without thinking, and a broken sob escapes him "fuck fuck fuck, I can't be giving birth, this can't be real, I don't fucking want to give birth, I don't WANT THIS!"
Another ugly, primal grunt of effort rips from his core, and his crotch bulges more. His lips spread. Slimy wet hair peeks out from inside, you can see the child he never wanted starting to inch out of his body. The most intimate gift he could give, taken against his will.
"don't make me, I don't want toooo..." He growls, bearing down as his handsome face scrunches. This masculine bear of a trans man struggling to give birth in front of you. It's stunning. Him not wanting it only makes it feel all the more perfect. Of course he hates this, of course he doesn't want this baby, that's how it's supposed to be... That's how it always was going to happen for him, this was meant to be, you can feel it deep inside.
This is going to be your friends most beautiful, most sexual, most intimate moment of his life. And he chose to share it with you.
You can't help but feel blessed.
The wet sliver becomes a teardrop. The next push bulges the teardrop into a wide, violatingly painful O. As he screams in agony and effort, that O bursts, gushing amniotic fluid as the head of his unwanted baby pops free.
He doesn't stop pushing, and the shoulders rotate naturally. Before you know it, the arms have popped free, the hot, wet rush of a baby slithering out of your trans friends pussy and into your arms making him shudder and fall back, covering his eyes so he doesn't risk seeing the little nightmare that hurt him, used him, and now is a lifelong reminder of the fact he became a reluctant mommy. That a child part him and part someone else exists in the world because he gave it the gift of birth...
the thought of being trapped in a pregnancy, having to push out a baby you never wanted to have. "no please, no please not like this. please I don't want to be a mother, I don't want to give birth" having so many people watch you scream out a baby you hated growing only to congratulate you on a motherhood you resented
Everyone just ignoring how distressed you are. "You'll get over it." "You'll grow to love it." "Wait until you feel it move, your whole world will change!"
It just never happens. All the things everyone "knows" always happen just never manifest. You just feel heavy, burdened, trapped. Stuck carrying this parasite you don't even want to be responsible for the creation of, let alone raising.
Even as you descend into deep, hard labor, everyone keeps giving the most generic, bland encouragement. Your sobbing and begging only making them mildly uncomfortable, until the doctor reassures them "this is normal. Childbirth is hard, many mothers get hysterical and say things they don't mean."
Everyone is excited for this but you. Everyone wants you to experience childbirth for this little life ruiner but you. And you're the only one who has to feel it grow inside you, has to endure your body straining and squeezing, feeling the head move down into your birth canal, then through you into the world, no matter how badly you didn't want it.
You feel yourself bulge. Feel your most sensitive place utterly violated by childbirth. Then they hand you the parasite you've sacrificed so much to grow big and strong, to sob into the world against your will, and tell you "Congrats! You're a mother now!"
Everyone offers vauge happy gestures, and when you aren't receptive, leave you alone. The baby looking so much like the man who did this to you. Reminding you of that awful moment every time you look at it. Your entire life reduced down to caring for a child you never wanted, by yourself, put inside you by a man you hate...
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"I'm not pregnant, I swear I'm not pregnant!" Fluid dribbled down the insides of her thighs as the wet bulge in her shorts grew. "This can't be real, it's just a nightmare or somethinnnngggghhhhh!!!" Her words devolve into a grunt of effort. She wasn't going to manage another 10 minutes before it slid through the leg of her shorts.
Happy father's day to all the trans men who have watched their bellies swell with life. To the men who have felt babies kick inside them. Who have realized they don't make good masculine clothes that will fit your increasingly pregnant body.
Happy father's day to the trans men who have had to think "oh god, I'm really in labor." At least once in your life. Who have experienced your wombs clamping down in contractions. Who have groaned as the urge to push crept through you, making you give in before you even knew it was happening.
Happy father's day to all the trans men who have opened your legs and felt a head inching down your birth canal. Who have felt your swollen lips bulge, slowly spread as you whimpered and grunted and screamed with effort, needing that baby out. Who shuddered with relief as you felt the baby slither out of you.
If you wanted to have a baby. If you didn't. If it's the most amazing memory of your life, or the most traumatic one. If everyone you loved helped you through the birth, or if you were all alone, trying to push out that burden and go back to your normal life with nobody knowing you were even pregnant.
The kind of guy who will make you cum hard when he ejaculates inside you after poking holes in the condom. He constantly reaffirms your masculinity, makes you feel powerful and manly, but also just a little gaslights you about your symptoms, until you go in for an abortion and find out you're already over 20 weeks and can't get one anymore.
Of course he waits on you hand and foot, but always pushes just a *bit* further than you're comfortable with when he wants sex, to the point it's easier to give in even if you don't want it. Insists on taking pictures and videos of your pregnant body even though you're starting to feel dysphoric, a bunch of them when you're half dressed or completely naked, getting out of the shower or ready in the morning. But he's not showing your friends or family, so it can't be that bad?
Labor starts and you just want to get to a hospital, have an epidural and drift through childbirth in a drugged, half-remembered haze. He's helping you time contractions, promises you'll leave when the contractions are about 7 minutes apart. Encourages you to take a nice long shower while he sits in the bathroom with you. You can hear him getting more breathless and excited as time goes on, but keeps telling you contractions are 15 minutes apart, 14 minutes apart, no real progress...
Then you're braced against the wall of the shower, groaning as the pain and pressure throbs through you, you dip your hips, squat deep as you hear him groan outside of the shower. The door opens, he just drinks you in as you start moaning, low and deep, which slowly turns into a grunt as you push.
He "admits" he lost track of time. Contractions are maybe 2 minutes apart, maybe less. They feel like less. He says there's no time to call the ambulance, no time to get a midwife or doula. You two have to give birth, just you and him. You don't realize he's naked, raging hard as you lose yourself to the agony of labor. You don't remember him masturbating as you pushed, using his free hand to play with your bulging, spreading pussy, stroking your twitching T-dick... But he absolutely was...
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How would you picture a trans man getting knocked up and how his life would go as a pregnant Trans man
There is no one single answer, my apologies. The Trans Men are not one universal glob, and the way they all would get pregnant, deal with the pregnancy, handle the labor and birth, who they would tell, how accepted they would be, vary wildly from person to person.
I do have a handful of examples though, they are scattered around my page. :3
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