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It's important to me that you all know this is me irl after wasting 2 hours writing mediocre smut

It's all fantasy and fantasy only. Use protection, be safe. Be horny, but remember you have a choice in life, be responsible with yourself and other potential life. Practice kink safely and consensually. Please don't sexualize random strangers because they're pregnant... if you do that, don't follow me. Thanks.

As for me, I am in a relationship. I keep messages and submissions for imagines or suggestions only. Unless you have genuine concerns with tags or need to vent, that works too.

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I’ve never taken a cock before, but here’s a list of things I have fucked myself with out of desperation:

Markers (4 was the limit)

Handle of a razor

Handle of hairbrush (who hasn’t)

Handle of tooth brush

A maraca

Travel shampoo

A very thick handle of a face scrubber (I’ m not even sure that’s what it was, it was just thick and I wanted to try it)

Bottle neck

Handle of a screw driver

Bubble wand

A gluestick (one of the squeezy ones)

DIY dildo with tape and a sock (0/10, painful and do not recommend)

Bottle of facewash

Paint marker

Basically, if it was phallic, I shoved it inside. Now I have toys to satisfy that, but every now and then I like to use something like this just for fun. I love getting so desperate that anything goes. The only downside? No matter how good it might feel, only a real cock can scratch the itch of being filled with cum.

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I'm a slave to my body and the nature of it. No matter what I do, my instinct will always crave being filled up and bred. I will always have a desire to be full. I will bend to my nature and whoever can satisfy it.

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So I actually was really fucking stupid when I realized I had freewill as an adult. Like not that long after I turned 18, I was posting pictures and videos of me fucking myself. Then when I got to college, I immediately downloaded Grindr and talked to guys there. I never committed to it, but again, I loved the attention and was stupid as shit and sent everyone and anyone pictures of myself. My Freshman Recap series is even loosely based off some of the interactions.

And I’ll say it again, I probably would have gotten knocked up. Sometimes I’m sad I never got to be that slut that I wanted to be, but it’s probably for the better. I still like to think about it though. What if I did hook up with these

One of the messages that stuck with me was from some guy on Reddit. I posted how I needed to be bred so badly.

“I’m going to pin you down and fuck you until you’re crying and I know that you’ve been bred.”

I read that message over and over. I wanted that so badly. Honestly, I was desperate for some guy on there to just find me and breed me. I had never felt an itch like that before but more and more guys kept replying how they wanted to use me. It activated something in me. I wanted to experience the feeling to being used as nothing more than a toy, then feel the cum drip out of me. Then it would only be a matter of time before I’d post more pictures now that my belly was growing. If only.

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Hey, can you add a tag or two on the posts with misgendering? I was trying to find some new stuff but misgendering makes me feel bad and sad.

Will do 👍 my apologies, didnt realize i missed that. I don’t typically do misgendering content so it completely slipped my mind. I usually try to do my best for triggering content to make sure audiences who want it can find it, and those who don’t can avoid it. Thank you anon

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Bathroom pt. 2

It had been months since those two guys broke into my stall and knocked me up. I was in denial of it at first. I just tried to tell myself that sure, it happened, but I wasn't pregnant. It was all over. I didn't have to worry. Morning sickness was just food poisoning or food sensitivities. Maybe I just became intolerant to certain foods. The weight I gained didn't mean anything.

And then it started to feel like my guts came to life. I looked in the mirror and I couldn't keep lying to myself. My belly was swollen and I felt kicks. I was pregnant.

I got bigger and bigger as the months went by. I started to confuse people. People who initially thought I was just the new intern guy who just had some youthful genetics started to think otherwise. It was obvious I was pregnant, so there was no way I was a guy. My belly spilled over my pants, it's not like I was too big to begin with.

"I thought she was a dude for so long," One guy said.

"Well, maybe she WAS a dude. Like, you know, trying to be a guy and then got knocked up," another said.

"I don't get how you could say you wanna be a guy and then get yourself pregnant."

I heard this all over the building. Some people still called me a guy, but were very clearly trying to ignore the growing stomach in front of them. I felt humiliated. I wanted to retaliate. Explain myself and explain that I am a man. But how could I do that when I can barely even get up by myself?

By the time I was due, I could barely get myself around the building. I had been aching for days. I didn't want to leave my house but I needed the money. Clothes barely fit. The pains were especially bad in the last day or two. My chest was sore.

I lugged my body up to the third floor. I felt so much pressure all morning. I felt constipated, to put it bluntly, but no matter what I did, nothing helped. I stood in line to scan my badge. More comments.

"I can't believe he still works here."

"I heard it's the CEO's baby. That's how she got the internship in the first place."

"Well I heard she snuck into the bathroom and basically begged anyone who walked in to do it with her."

"Yeah, I also heard that. I think she was just a slut."

I turned around and gave them a look. I couldn't take it anymore.

"That's not what happened!" I yelled back. They all shut up.

"Then what did happen?" One asked. It got caught in my throat. I didn't know what or how to say anything, so I didn't. It's not like I owe them that information anyways.

I scanned my badge and waddled my way down the hall. The pressure was starting to peak. I felt like an over inflated balloon. Or a water balloon that was being squeezed too tight. A water balloon, just about to pop.

Then I did. My water broke right below me. Liquid flooded down my legs, thankfully, my pants caught most of it. The pressure turned into pain. I stumbled across the floor, hallway after hallway. Squeezing my legs together on the elevator, trying not to cry. Sweat dripped down my face as I felt my baby started to lower.

Finally, I reach the unisex bathroom. I lock the door behind me and tear off my pants. I look down at the mess. My cunt is swollen, begging for me to just spread my legs and squeeze this baby out.

I take a deep breath and push. I push harder than I ever had. Progress. The head began to crown. I push again and again until my baby's little body flops out of me. I hold him. He coughs and coos. It's been ten minutes. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I can do.

So I stop thinking. I cut the umbilical cord with my pocket knife and wrap him in my coat. I put my pants on and leave without the baby. I know someone will come in. I know he'll be safe. I stand not far from the bathroom. Someone walks in and screams.

"There's a baby in here!"

Everyone floods over, except for me. People start to tend to the baby, thinking what to do next.

I let them take care of him. I know I can't. This was never meant to happen. 

So I just turn around and leave.

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Can you please put your age (at least in general terms) in your bio or a pinned post? Your posts that I've seen are hot, but I and many other people don't like to interact with blogs that don't have some indication of belonging to adults.

Valid! Will do, thanks for pointing that out

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I hope you all know that I am actually so terrified of a door not fully locking and someone walking in on me. On top of that, just like, a regular cis dude seeing me exposed like that cause what do I do? What will he do?

Anyways, fighting fear with fantasy is my middle name. If I actually got pregnant and people found out about it? I will simply vanish. Or the very real possibility that I probably would have gotten knocked up cause I'm fuckin stupid and then my state's abortion laws fucked me over if I did go that risky route I wanted to when I first moved for college? That is terrifying. But am I gonna write story after story about these situations? Yes.

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Bathroom pt. 1

I was early in my transition and up until this point, I had done a pretty good job at keeping everything a secret. Everyone pretty much just accepted me as the fresh faced intern. I usually just used the family bathroom, but there was only 2 in the building, each with its own inconvenient location. A 3 minute bathroom trip became 10 minutes. Because of this, I had started to get the courage to just use the men's.

I regret that now.

For the sake of saving a few minutes, I got hunted and dined on.

I entered the bathroom just as I normally had been doing. What I didn't hear was that I was followed in. I sat down on the toilet and did my business. Then there was a knock on my stall door. I cut my stream off.

"Hello?" I called back. Silence. I decided it'd be best to just finish my business and get the hell out of there, but before I had a chance to reach for the toilet paper, something slammed into my stall door.

"Hey! Someone's in here!" I yelled. Another slam. Until suddenly, the door swung open. I looked up in horror to see two other guys looking straight back at me. One of them grinned back at me.

"Looks like the rumors are true, this one is just a girl," He smiled. I immediately began to try to get dressed and get out. They blocked me. "You're not going anywhere," The shorter of the pair commanded. He pushed me back deeper into the stall.

"I'm sorry. I promise I'm a guy, I just won't come in here if that's what you want, just let me go," I pleaded. "That pussy says otherwise," The taller one pointed.

He got closer to me. I felt he breath warm my forehead. His arm wandered up my shirt to my chest. I wasn't binding, I didn't need to. I was lucky enough that with a loose enough shirt, you couldn't tell. However, if you felt underneath, you would feel the small, but still definitely not flat chest that I did had. His hand slid up until he reached my nipple. He roughly flicked it around until it firmed up. He looked at me like I was just a piece of steak and he was a depraved lion.

"I know that all you need is some good dick to be set back on track and I can give you that," He said lowly. He looked back at his friend then back at me. His hand on my nipple felt good. My body began to react. I felt a slickness start to flood from between my legs. My face turned red.

"She likes it, see? Let's fix this bitch," He laughed in my face. His other arm reached between my legs to feel my wetness. "He," I corrected him, or tried to. He scoffed, "Sure, 'he' if it makes you feel less like a fuck up." His finger grazed around my cunt and my legs shook. He looked back to his friend, "Let's fuck 'his' pussy," he laughed again.

The tall one shoved his fingers deep into my cunt while the shorter one kept lookout. I gripped the side of the stalls. "Please don't do this," I begged. His fingers curled inside me, pushing against the sweet points of my walls. "Why not? Your pussy obviously likes it," he responded. It was true. I was never wetter. The palm of his hand rubbed my clit while his fingers plunged inside me. I grabbed him. He pushed me off and onto the toilet.

"Don't touch me, freak," he barked. He lowered his pants and pushed my legs apart. His cock was erect and rubbed against my entrance. Before I could say anything, he already began to insert his length into me.

"Fuck, that's tight..." he groaned. "Is this your first dick?" he asked. I stayed silent. This was a new feeling. I had used things to fuck myself before. Pens, travel sized shampoo bottles, hair brushes. But I had never felt this. "Answer me, bitch!" he yelled as he grabbed my face. I looked at him and nodded. He smiled, "Good."

He rammed his cock deeper inside me with each stroke. I tried to keep my face from showing pleasure but it was getting harder. My eyes would start to roll, or my mouth would open, or a small moan would escape. When I started to feel my orgasm building, I couldn't hide it anymore. My face was red and sweaty. Tears had started to form in my eyes. I was biting my lip until the pleasure ripped through me. My hips rocked as the waves brushed across my body.

"Yeah, you enjoy that? What did I tell you, that's all you needed," He pulled out and looked back at his friend. They both grabbed me and threw me into the disabled stall and locked the door behind them. His friend wasted no time taking his pants off and shoving his cock into my mouth. I couldn't help but touch myself as he did. I sucked and sucked, taking as much of it as I could. I whimpered as I touched myself. What happened to me? What was I doing?

The taller one approached again and pulled me by my hair off of his friend's dick. He threw me to the ground and pulled my ass up.

"You take the cunt, I'll take the mouth," he commanded. His friend then lined himself up to my cunt and started plowing. The taller one then shoved his cock into my mouth. I could taste myself on him, it was humiliating. I started whimpering again. It was so much. Another orgasm was ripping through me. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I could only make choked grunts and groans. Another person entered the bathroom only to wash their hands. I know they could hear me choking and whimpering. I know they could hear them shoving their cocks deep into me. All they did was leave.

His friend picked up speed and I could feel him shaking inside me before a warm feeling filled me up. It was sobering. He had just came inside me. He pulled out and I could feel his cum rushing out of me. I fought the taller one's cock out my mouth to breathe. "Why did you do that?!" I yelled. They started laughing. The taller one picking me up and put me back on the toilet.

"How else will you know what those parts are for?" He said. He shoved his cock back into me. My shirt was torn and my thighs were covered in my own fluids. I felt him pick up pace again. He started shaking like his friend. "Don't cum... inside... me!" I stuttered out. Another orgasm was creeping up on me. It was like a tickle that grew and grew until it exploded all across my body. He did one final push before I felt that familiar warmth. The pleasure ran across my body like a chill. "Know your place as just a fucking breeding hole," he spat out as he pulled out.

I looked at them and back at my body. I was ruined. They put their pants back on and left. My watch buzzed. It was a notification from my mensuration tracker. I hated my cycle, but I found it was best to keep track of it so I could anticipate my bad weeks and plan accordingly.

In case you missed: Ovulation begins today. Dismiss?

The cum continued to drip out of me. All I could think about was that I just got knocked up.

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At the core of it all, I am just a mammal with a womb. It's instinct, it's natural, it's a necessary desire to be filled.

Yes, I transitioned. But even as I did, I fantasized constantly about being dominated by some cock. Being thrown down onto the bathroom floor of a stall and forced to take someone's cock while they showed me what my hole was really for. I'd stick anything somewhat phallic shaped inside me. I shoved my shirt with pillows and T shirts to mimic the belly I'd have if I were bred. Dreaming of the pain and desperation of pushing something out of me.

I'd post pictures of myself pretending I was pregnant and reveled in how many men begged to impregnate me next. They'd send me pictures of their cocks and I'd dream of each of them filling me up. All they wanted to do was pin me down and abuse me until I broke, and I wanted that.

Maybe it's a good thing I never hooked up. I know myself. I know my poor decision making skills. I know that I too would be like my own character. I know that I'd get so pleased, so desperate, I'd break and submit to my own body. I'd beg to be bred, to be impregnated. I'd be crying from desperation.

Then 9 months later, I'd curse myself to my weakness as I pushed.

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Freshman Recap Pt. 8

TW: implied degree of noncon

The worse part of the college experience for anyone is having to use communal showers. Now imagine, not only are you trans, but you also got knocked up. You can see where this is headed.

I was lucky enough that for a while, I could go at the perfect hour and not see many people if anyone. On top of that, I had a belly, but it looked like I had just enjoyed a few too many beers in my first year of college. That was months ago.

We were now nearing the 9th month. I was huge. My hips ached from carrying the weight of this baby. My stomach had a hang to it that marked me as definitely pregnant. Even if my face and voiced marked me as someone who shouldn't be able to do that. I was running out of classes constantly to pee. I had to consciously remind myself not to pet my belly. It was almost instinct to caress it and feel the kicks. I grew to love the feeling of something growing inside me. It was exciting, but I had to hide it. With a hoodie, I could hide most of it. No one had a clue unless they really looked.

That was the problem with the showers. All I had was a robe and a towel to hide everything. I did my best with it and usually, no one was there. I made it this far, just a little longer.

Unfortunately, my streak was about to end.

I had learned by this point that the perfect shower time was 2:15am. Insane time, I know, but I had to do everything I could to be careful. I quietly made my way to the shower, doing my best to bunch my towel around my stomach to hide it. When I entered the bathroom, thankfully, all the stalls were open. I was alone again. I quickly locked a stall behind me and began showering.

I looked down at my body. It changed so much. I was swollen in new places, tender too. Most notably, I couldn't see my feet anymore. I felt weighed down by my belly. Mentally and physically. It excited me, and turned me on a little, but for the most part, it was exhausting. I loved the feeling, but it was also just so tiring. The shame of being knocked up ate me up every minute.

That stupid government guy started replaying in my head. How this was my nature and I couldn't help it. And maybe he was right. If this all sucks, and I'm tired and miserable but also can't help but love the feeling, maybe it is all that I'm good for.

Then my stall door started shaking. I got to startled that I slipped and fell. "Fuck!" I yelled. The stall door kept shaking. I was so lost in thought I didn't hear anyone come in. Who the fuck is in here at 2am?

"Who the fuck is taking a shower at 2am?" A voice called out. It was a guy and he sounded very drunk. I tried to get back up but the floor was slippery and my stupid stomach was in the way. I had to heavy and push myself to sit back up, but I wasn't sure how to get back on my feet.

"Oh shit did you fall in there, dude?" He laughed. I was beyond irritated at this point. I kept trying to get up but kept slipping back or not moving at all. I guess he heard me struggling cause he ducked down.

"You need some help in there- woahhh that's a pussy!" The guy announced. He sounded absolutely dumbfounded at the sight. This dumb ass was looking under the stall at me and had the nerve to act surprised when I kicked his shoulder.

"Why do you have a pussy? Are you a girl?" He fumbled on. I was terrified now. I had to get up. Then the door opened.

I was helpless, naked on the floor. The drunk guy towered over me and just gawked at the sight. I was completely frozen. Maybe if he was a T-Rex, I might have been safe.

"What the fuckkk. I don't know what I'm looking at. I'd think you're just a fat dude but you have a pussy. Are you like, pregnant or something? How does that happen? What..." His drunk rambling trailed off. Then his awe turned into amusement. A smile grew on a face and he laughed.

"Hah, it's kinda hot. I dig it. What does it feel like?" He asked. I came back to my body. I tried kicking him away. "Close the fucking door! Get out!" I growled.

"Woah! I'm just curious. These doors don't really lock, you know. Any one could have broken in," He shrugged while looking down at me still. I could see him getting hard through his pants. Why wouldn't he? I'm basically stuck here helpless with my legs spread.

"How did it feel when you got knocked up? Did it feel good?" He stared. My heart was pounding. It was like a switch flipped. My hormones took over. I was suddenly dripping. I didn't know why. Why would I ever want this? This whole pregnancy thing had me doing all kinds of stupid shit. This was just another thing to add to the list. I couldn't think straight anymore.

My breathing slowed. The guy crouched down on his knees.

"You wanna feel good again, huh?" He laughed. He bit his lip and looked down at my cunt. "Looks like it works like a normal pussy," he grinned. I was shaking. A part of me was scared and another part was desperate. I was just a slave to my body at this point.

The guy quickly undid his pants and pulled out his erect cock. Without warning, he shoved his length into me. He covered my mouth. "It's 2 fucking am, you better be quiet," he growled in my ear. He roughly rammed his cock into me. I felt completely helpless. He smiled as he watched my face change into pleasure.

"Oh, man I'm fucking a pregnant dude with a pussy this is fucking crazy..." he looked down at my belly and back up to me, "Yeah, this explains how you ended up like this, you're just a slut like any other whore at this school, you were just dumb enough to take a load."

I was angry. I was in pleasure. I was stuck on the ground. I just took his cock. I felt disgusted with myself, but my body was pleased. I wanted to look at him angrily but I felt that beautiful building feeling. "Fuck you," I grunted. An orgasm ripped through my body as he laughed. "Whatever, just take another load like you already did," he bit back. His body stiffened up and I felt that familiar warmth inside me. It still felt like an innate need.

He zipped up his pants and stood up. The shower had gotten his clothes all wet. He looked down at me with his cum dripping out of my cunt. He had pity in his eyes. He reached out and helped me up.

"Good luck, I guess," he shrugged. He closed the door and walked out.

I started showering at 3am.

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@ abortion anon, ignore the ethical implications and just get pregnant. Once you reach 10 weeks, flush it out and stick another one in there- you deserve to be permanently pregnant. Clearly your body craves it, however I doubt 10 weeks would be enough for you.

You'll keep putting it off, just another week, just another week, wanting to see yourself grow and grow and suddenly you're at 24 weeks and panicking, no one able to do the procedure and having to accept your inevitable role as a mother :)

I second this. pregnancy as a drug where you keep going further the more you do it, getting bigger each time. maybe you even just let it get to 15 weeks--a limit in a few places--the next time. you get the procedure done, but you're already wanting to be bred again. maybe you hear about a place that does 20, and you plan for that, and get knocked up again. it's addictive--you swear each subsequent time, you starts showing earlier. your body knows just what to do--your pants get tighter earlier, your weird cravings come back, your chest really starts swelling, too. this time is one of the best times--you just feel so bred.

but then...life gets in the way, your travel gets thwarted, you get busy. and like this anon said, you go past the point of no return. you're stuck with a belly that will keep ballooning out; it's already getting tight against your biggest shirts, spilling out onto your lap when you sit down. you've been hiding it from everyone--you weren't supposed to actually end up really pregnant, you were just trying to get off. but now you'll go full term. you'll have a baby.

you'll rub at your belly, anxious for the situation you've put yourself in. you want to run, it was never supposed to be like this. and it's then that you feel it--that first, fluttery kick. just fully cementing your fate.

third time's the charm, huh?

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Yes this is a fetish blog but this is actually so interesting

I don't mean this in any sexy speak, there is something so genuinely interesting in how our brains will fight fear with fetish. And also how in doing so, we can create such an environment of not-so-great ideology-- which is ironic since that is what the fear is rooted in.

re: the abortion thing, that “irresponsible” feeling is mostly cultural/ideological. before the advent of reliable hormonal birth control, abortion was legalized in the ussr and /was/ considered birth control. prior to the advent of legal medical abortions, anything prior to ‘the quickening’ was considered fair game, even by the catholic church. there’s basically no reason an early abortion can’t be done outside a medical facility, there’s very little difference between taking mifepristone and taking plan b. the only concern would be not passing all the fetal tissue, which itself is nothing compared to the risks associated with bringing a pregnancy to term.

while i would be against forcing birth and pregnancy control on anyone that doesn’t want it, from a medical/health perspective, carrying a pregnancy to term is far more irresponsible. it carries far greater risk than termination, medical or surgical, when you accept the wonders of modern abortion technology and leave the heinous memory of back-alley abortions behind (which i realize isn’t a reality for everyone—but that’s a political reality, not a scientific one). many species of mammals can spontaneously terminate (or even put pregnancies on hold) when in a dire survival situation. if anything, it’s a shortcoming of human evolution that we aren’t able to do that.

i’m about as much of a pregnancy fetishist as they come, but it’s worth taking the time to unpack the ideological baggage that comes with such a fetish—the transphobia, the bioessentialism, and the radical pro-birth ideology that saturates our culture. if you’re interested in more food for thought on this topic (and some excellent descriptions of pregnancy-as-horror, lol) i would highly recommend “full surrogacy now” by sophie lewis. it’s pretty short but packs a hell of a punch.

@ abortion anon !

i did already know a lot of what was said here but ig the cultural stuff really is baked in there good. i feel like it's so traumatic to have a uterus in the states and this series of anon asks has made me realize i'm like on high stress mode abt this subject lol (is anyone surprised). but it's given me a lot to think about, and made me feel a bit more relaxed weirdly

kinky stuff soon to return to my blog. just thought this was interesting + posting asks is kinda my only way to communicate with anons!

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A Cabin Away

One of my main fantasies a few years back was to move away with my imaginary husband. We would decide that we wanted a kid and it was time. We'd move far away from family, hiding out in a cabin in the woods.

We'd wait a few months to avoid suspicion. Then, he'd breed me as many times as he wanted to. Every day. Every evening, while I cooked, while I cleaned, while I bathed, I'd be dripping with his cum. Eventually, we'd notice a small bump that won't go away. I'm finally bred.

I get bigger and bigger with his child growing inside me. We watch as my stomach grows larger and I can't even see my feet. My belly button becomes an outtie and I can barely get up on my own without his help. He takes advantage of that, of course. All he has to do is push me over and I can't do a thing while he uses me. The hormones making me slick almost immediately.

I heave around with my perfectly bred body. No one outside of the cabin has a clue. They all think we decided to move away for some time. Take a break. Clear our heads before we make any big decisions. It's all just a big secret.

Then one day, after struggling to get up, fluid rushes out of me. I stumble around in a panic. The baby is coming. My husband is out. I cross my legs. I try to keep the baby in as long as I can. I squeeze and squeeze but my body fights me and I ultimately lose. My legs spread and I bear down. I push as hard as I can. I can feel as the head stretches me. I scream when the shoulders pop and the rest of the body floods out. I hear the cooing and then the crying. The door opens. My husband rushes in to help. He hands me our baby and we hold him together.

We raise our baby in the cabin for a few months, then we re-enter the world. We'd say that we had to think about such a big decision alone, but ultimately, we decided on a surrogate and now we have a baby. People congratulate us, but none of them would know it was me. I made our baby. I know what my body was made for so I used it.

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Anyone else just have an urge to escape and go into hiding for a year and get knocked up, get super round, give birth, and then pretend it never happened? Use my body, breed my body, then act oblivious to the act.

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Freshman Recap Pt. 7

 I'm not proud of my decisions and how I handled things with Blake. I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t be with him. I didn’t deserve him. After that weekend, I became distant. I stopped going to that class, attendance was optional anyways. I helped do the project from a distance, and once it was over, I stopped texting him. I started skipping a lot of my classes, actually. 

But I wasn’t using that time to study or to catch up. Again, I’m not proud of my decisions. Instead, I was hooking up with guy after guy, exploiting the situation I was in. On apps, I made sure to advertise that I was pregnant. You’d be surprised how many guys are into someone who is knocked up AND a dude. It was easier than ever to get laid. The bigger my belly grew, the more attention I got on there. More messages, even a few begging with money. 

I usually ignored the money requests. I wasn’t a prostitute. However, this guy was insistent.

>thats nice but i dont do that, just here for hook ups, not sex work :p

>It’s not sex work… I’m not paying you for sex…

>you offered money, and then talked about sex. seems like sex work

>No, I’m offering money and sex. Different things… We have sex and I’m also giving you a gift.

>then why the gift? like i said, im flattered but I dont want this to get messy.

>This is all a secret for me… The money just gives you an incentive to not talk…

>so hush money? i wouldn’t talk about my hookups anyways…

I ignored the guy for a minute, but I kept thinking about everything. I was in college. I did need money. And I was knocked up, that’s gotta cost something too. 

>ok fine. i’ll take gift and we can hook up, two separate things

>Good... I’m at 408 Main St, Suite 10116... When you get to the front desk, just tell them you’re a Media Volunteer for Henry. Can’t wait to see you…

I’ll admit, I thought the request was odd, but I was in no position to question much. When I got to the address, I understood the hush money. It was city hall. I kept my head down and walked up the stairs. I was wearing a baggy hoodie, trying by best to hide my belly, but that was getting harder by the day. Even when I slouched in my baggiest hoodie, my belly popped through at least a little bit. I prayed everyone just thought I was a fat dude.

I got to the front desk and was greeted by a woman with black hair and glasses. 

“How can I help you?”

“Oh, I’m a Media Volunteer here for Henry?”

She smacked her gum as she looked me up and down. The lady shook her head and printed out a sticker and handed it to me. 

“What, they don’t teach you to wear professional clothes in your journalism class?” 

I blushed. I didn’t think about blending in, just hiding my stomach.

“Top floor, 3 room from the right. Elevator is to your left.”

I slapped on the volunteer sticker and headed that direction. My heart didn’t race before hookups anymore. They just felt like part of the day. I got to the floor, headed to the room, and knocked. The hallway was fancy, small busts and statues laid around. The door opened.

I was greeted by Henry, a tall, older man with big hands. He looked like anyone’s grandpa. On his desk, there was a sign that read “City Administrator.” He put a hand in my back and guided me. He closed and locked the door. 

“Nice office, huh?” He smiled at me. I nodded back. I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to get it over with, not cause he was old, but this felt dirtier than I was used to. Scratch that— I fucked Blake in a bathroom. I have no room to speak. He chuckled at my silence. 

“We can skip the small talk, I have a meeting at 2, let me feel my boy,” Henry purred as he got closer. He rested his hands on my belly and I felt it react. His grin grew very wide. His hands were huge enough to cover one whole side of my stomach. 

“How far along are you?”

“Uhm, like six months I think?”

“You don’t know? Who’s the dad?”

“Some guy I hooked up with a while ago, and I’m not exactly keeping up with everything, it just happened…”

“Mmm,” Henry nodded in acknowledgment, though something in his voice sounded excited. He continued to rub my belly.

“You couldn’t help getting knocked up, could you, boy?” Henry mumbled. I was blushing hard. My face felt hot, I didn’t know what to say. I stuttered a few things before he hushed me.

“I know exactly what happened. It felt to good. You gave in to your nature. And now look at you, swollen with someone’s baby,” Henry shook his head. His hand wandered to the waist band of my pants and tugged. “It’s shame, you must’ve had a whole life ahead of you, and now you’re just some knocked up boy looking for the same thing that got you here.”

He hand reached between my legs, which was already soaking. Henry’s smile grew more wicked. “This excites you, huh? Knowing you’re just something to get bred?” 

I bit my lip as he massaged my bottom growth. Henry then suddenly grabbed me and shoved me into his desk, bending me over and pull my pants completely down. I heard him undo his pants behind me. He leaned over and growled into my ear.

“Someone may have claimed you when they left that baby in you, but right now you’re mine and only mine.”

Henry shoved his cock into me. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back before he started pounding into me. His cock felt amazing, it was thick and filled me wall to wall. All I could do was let out stifled noises as I felt him ram into me. I wanted to beg, but I couldn’t get anything out.

Then there was a knock. Henry pulled out and scrambled. 

“They’re here early, get under the desk!” He directed. We both got dressed and I hid.

Two older gentlemen walked inside. Henry sat at his desk with the other two men across from him. They talked about boring city things, and then a few homophobic comments about one of the other staff members. That’s why he wanted the hush money. 

I don’t know why I did this next part. I think I just wanted to fuck with someone who was so desperate to keep his name “untarnished” by being gay, that he would pay me. I started to unzip his pants beneath the desk. Henry stuttered for a second before continuing his comments. I licked his shaft as I made my way up to the tip. I cradled it and massaged it in my mouth. I heard him get quieter and quieter in the discussion as I continued. I reached down into my pants and started to touch myself. 

I worked his cock into my mouth as I massaged my wet cunt. I softly grinded against my hand, making sure to lightly take his legs with my belly as I did so so he knew what I was doing. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. He was getting closer. I took all of him into my mouth and picked up speed in my grinding and in my sucking. Right in the middle of his sentence, I felt him release into my throat. He cut himself off and cleared his throat. As his cum shot down my throat, my own orgasm followed. It took everything not to whimper. 

The men left and it was just us. He pulled me out from under his desk. Henry grabbed my face. He looked mad.

“You are just a fucking slut. You almost ruined everything! You have no idea what could have happened!” He yelled at me. I was scared. He grabbed me again and threw me onto his lap. 

Then he smacked me. On my ass. Over and over until my cheeks were red. 

“You’re just a stupid fucking pregnant bitch,” he muttered as he spanked me. “Useless fucking slut!” Then his hand wandered between my cunt, feeling how much wetter it got from the abuse, he shoved his fingers deep inside. He then began to finger fuck me, roughly. Henry’s other hand covered my mouth as I drooled all over him, letting out weak, uncontrollable moans. 

“You really are just a slave to you nature, are you?” Henry smiled. Tears formed in my eyes from the pleasure.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Please, what?” Henry replied.

“Please, daddy,” I begged. I needed him to make me cum. And just like that, he drilled into me faster than before. The pleasure ripped through my body. I curled into his lap as the orgasm took over me. Henry looked down at me, sternly.

“I punish boys like you all the time. Be careful, cause once this baby is out, if you step foot in here, I promise I’ll put another one inside you. Because that’s what slutty boys like you get, that’s all you’re good for.”

[blueboybump]

Business Trip

You go on a year long business trip. You’re responsible for setting up and launching a new branch for your company across the continent. 

It’s difficult, but you figure that’s the beauty of modern technology. You can call and text anytime. Talking to your family and wife has never been easier. So you take the job, it’s amazing pay after all, just get through the hard part.

The first month was easy, you even flew your wife out to see you. The second month was a bit harder… You went out with a few coworkers after work, you drank. You really had to pee so you sneak off to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the locks on the stall weren’t that good. A man walks in on you. You freeze but he does not. He holds you against the wall, on the floor, on the toilet— the whole bathroom can hear him pounding into you and eventually fill you up. You put your pants back on and head back to your friends. You try to forget what just happened, but the cum drips onto your boxers beneath your clothes. 

The third month, you think you catch a bug. You’re sick all the time. You didn’t tell anyone what happened the month before. You fly out to visit your family back home and your wife. They give you love and home remedies and send you on your way.

You get busier and work gets harder. You’re moody and your whole body hurts. You notice bloating that won’t seem to go down, but everyone insists your skin looks better than ever. You try to diet these next few months, but nothing seems to shake off the weight.

By the 7th month of your trip, you can’t deny what’s happening to you. You can’t stay in denial without feeling delusional. Your shirts don’t fit anymore, you FaceTime everyone but refuse to visit or have visitors. You blame it on long hours and ugly work days. You make sure your wife knows not to worry. You hide the baby growing inside you, she can’t know. Plus, it’s not like you chose it.

By the 9th month of your trip, everyone notices the bump. You blame it on too much beer and crappy take out. They believe you. Why would they think it’s anything else? Your back and hips ache. When no one looks, you rub your back and pet your belly. You look in the mirror. It’s embarrassing. You feel so ashamed. You arrived here as a man, a husband, a well performing son. Now? You’re just a knocked up idiot bumbling around trying to stay afloat. 

On the 10th month of your trip, you decide to work remotely. You watch over reports and numbers from your apartment. A coworker or two visit you, but you don’t get out much. You’re a complete recluse. You spend your days rubbing your belly, feeling the kicks. You look at your swollen body and ginormous baby bump in the mirror. You feel… excited. Invigorated. For some reason… it feels right. Being so heavy with a baby feels correct. You wish you could be like this normally, not have to hide it, but alas. This is not who you want to be seen as.

At the start of your 11th month, it happens. Your whole world crashes down on you. Your body feels like it’s on fire. You have no one to call, no one to tell. If you go to a hospital, then they’ll call everyone. That can’t happen. No one can know. You crawl to the bathroom and spread your legs. Your womb squeezes and cramps, trying to move this baby out of you. You shove a rag in your mouth as you scream. You start to push as hard as you can. The pain gets worse. A burning sensation erupts from between your legs. You feel a head emerging. You keep pushing, tears streaming down your face, the sweat stinging your eyes. You push again, the burning worsens as the baby moves further out until finally, a gush. The baby slides out onto the floor and you lay there shocked. On one side of the tiny bathroom is you, a man simply on a business trip, on the other if the baby you just birthed.

At the end of your 12th month, you pack up. The launch was a success and you’re praised for your work. You’ve lost weight, too. You dropped off your baby the next morning after the birth at a hospital. No one found out. You come home to your wife, she says you look different, but figures the stress wore you down. Your parents say the same. No one knows that in just that year, you created a whole new being. And they won’t ever know.

After your success, your company reaches out about another project down the line that might require a similar trip in a few years. Do you take it?