breeding-enthusiast

[breeding-enthusiast]

There must be some way to appear more breedable to passerby. Perhaps some helpful signage?

lost a bet, perhaps...

[breeding-enthusiast]

“my-” yes. yours .yayyyyyyyy!!!

[breeding-enthusiast]

tw cnc, breeding/pregnancy

forced impregnation is so good. i'm going to put a baby inside of you. gonna put MY baby inside you. and there are so many ways i could go about it... I could slip my cock inside you while you're sleeping; cum deep in your pussy so when you wake, you'll find your fertile hole filled. i could tie you up, legs spread as wide as they go and hips raised in the perfect position to grind the tip of my cock deep into your cervix, really massage as much cum as possible into your womb. I could even treat you like livestock - test your ovulation cycle and at the opportune moment, restrain you and inseminate you directly with a sterile syringe. or I suppose I could try them all until you show a positive test.

i'll keep you so well taken care of throughout your pregnancy, of course. spoil you, make sure you get the best nutrition and satisfy *all* your cravings. make sure you exercise properly. all so my baby grows healthy within the womb i've claimed for them. i'm a very good father, after all.

oh, but don't think just because you're pregnant you stop being my property. of course i'm still going to use your holes however and whenever I want. I'll even be nice and help you stretch your cunt out so you don't tear during birth. your body is going to grow and nourish my child and there's nothing you can do about it.

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thinking about pregnancy threats while being raped .. baby trapping..

[breeding-enthusiast]

The New Dog

"Hey, thank you so much for coming over on such short notice. I just was having a hard time dealing with my job letting me go alone, so it's a lot nicer to have someone here with me. Can we just game for a while before we talk about what's going on?"

You decide to oblige. If your friend Lexi needs someone to be here with them, then here you'll be. The both of you situate yourselves in Lexi's living room, Lexi taking residence on the couch, and you sitting yourself on the floor. It's comfortable; a dynamic that the two of you have found yourselves in many times before now. But something feels... different? You can't quite put your finger on it, but there's something off about this situation.

As you lose yourself to thoughts of dynamics, you feel a hand gently brush your head, gently scratching as it pets down your hair. It's comfortable so you don't necessarily want it to stop, but you kind of feel like a... a, uh...

A dog?

"You like those pets, huh?" Lexi teases you as your head subconsciously leans toward their hand, accepting more pets. "Yeah, I guess it's nice, but it's kinda weird?" Lexi stops briefly and looks at you semi-sideways. "Weird, how?" You take a brief moment to consider it, before gently replying, "I uh... it feels like you're treating me like a dog?"

There's an almost unnoticeable flicker behind Lexi's eye as they gently giggle at you. "No, dumbass, I'd never treat you like a dog."

And back to gaming you return, seemingly satisfied with that answer.

•••

After having gamed for a few hours, a low rumbling finds its home in Lexi's stomach, cueing you both in to just how hungry you were. Lexi stands up, excitedly offering to cook the both of you food, which you hungrily agree to.

Lexi knows their way around a kitchen better than anyone else you know. If they started a restaurant they could probably have a Michelin star, but instead they only cook for themself and close friends. It's such a flurry that you lose track of what they're doing fairly quickly, not quite understanding what food they're making out ingredients they're using.

But, when it's done, it looks absolutely beautiful - a masterpiece the likes of which the finest chefs would blush at. And it's all for you and them. You gladly join Lexi at the table, thanking them for the meal and graciously digging in.

And, just as you expected, it's one of the greatest foods that have ever passed your lips, a groan of satisfaction weaseling its way out of you. Lexi giggles gently, looking at you and asking "so, is it good?" You can't spare enough time between bites to say 'yes,' so instead you nod excitedly, humming an affirmation. Once again, you see that strange spark behind Lexi's eyes, and you find yourself eating a little slower, mumbling an excuse about getting full fast.

Once you've cleared your plate, Lexi grabs your hand and leads you back to the floor in front of their couch. Maybe they want to game more? You instinctively grab your controller, expecting the system to turn back on, but it never does. Instead, Lexi leaves for a while, letting you sit there for what feels like hours, you mind becoming less and less focused while you Stay.

Then Lexi comes back!

You feel an excitement rise deep within you, before letting it out as a sound not unlike a bark. "Hey, you good? You're fucking barking at me, dude." You nod - you feel just fine, but words make a bit less sense than they used to. Lexi chuckles to themself, before approaching your seated self, holding a...

A collar?

Fuck that, you're not a dog. You're a person. You're not gonna bend to their every whim. You can stay strong if you-

*click!*

O-oh... The collar is on you now, and it feels... comfortable? Fuck, you don't want this, but it's like your hands don't quite understand how to work, so all you can do is aimlessly paw at the collar. The collar doesn't come off.

You're like, fully stuck to the floor now because of whatever was in your food, and you look back up at Lexi as they click a leash to your collar, managing to squeeze out a last few words before forgetting what words mean all together: "Did you drug me?" No response.

*click!*

The leash is on, and Lexi pulls you towards their bedroom, which you walk on all fours towards to accompany them. There's a full set up for a dog in here, but as far as you can tell, there's no dog in sight. Or, maybe it's not for a dog? It does all look rather comfy, after all...

The cage is warm and inviting, fairy lights and soft colors and games and toys all lay inside, basically inviting you in. Underneath Lexi's desk lays a dog bed, also with its respective games and toys. It also looks extremely inviting, but you resist the temptation. Instead, you find yourself looking up to Lexi for guidance.

And Lexi laughs at you, sitting on the floor, before situating 'paw' gloves on your hands paws and feet hind paws. "Just making you a bit more perfect, mutt." Lexi reassures you with that commanding voice of theirs, and you unconsciously scoot a little closer to them, making it easier to put the paws on.

"Are you ready to start your new life as my dog, mutt?" Lexi asks, before replying - not waiting for your answer - "It doesn't matter if you're ready. You're my dog now, not a person, so you don't get a choice. Now, get beneath my desk, I'm gonna need something to distract me while I attend a meeting."

A meeting? But you thought Lexi was fired! You bark and whine in frustration at Lexi, causing them to pull your leash to meet you face-to-face. "Oh, mutt, you still haven't realized? I lied. I still have my job. I set all of this up for you - so I could finally fucking make you mine. So I could fully take your ability to choose away. And now, here you are, my little mutt."

A sense of warmth fills you, against your wishes, at knowing that all of this is for you. Your body carries you beneath Lexi's desk without you telling it to, and you start preparing for the rest of your life as Lexi's dog.

"Now mutt, while I'm in this meeting, I'm gonna need you to help satisfy me, got it?"

[breeding-enthusiast]

Just a Confession

This kink has me losing my mind

I hate the Idea of being pregnant, I fear it so much, I had nightmare about It growing up, Just the Idea of something growing inside me scares me so much, of having my body changing and becoming more and more feminine against my will- It makes me so afraid and disgusted

So why does It makes me so wet?

Just the Idea of not being able to Control It, of Someone Else Just deciding that I will be a mother me wanting it or not, of he fucking me raw and making sure to cum inside my womb even as I beg him not to, of being kept in a constant state of a cumdump till I'm pregnant and of being forced to keep It and play family with him- It all Just makes me so horny, makes me lose my fucking mind.

I want to get rid of my womb Someday, Just because I'm that scared, I had a Really hard recovery time with my top Surgery and would never wish to have another one, but the womb removal? I want that bad, this is how much I fear being pregnant.

But I cant help but fantasize that Someone will find out I plan to get that surgery and want to get me pregnant before that, Just to breed me.

I can feel my clit throbbing at that thought.

[breeding-enthusiast]

Do you think about getting pregnant all the time? Is making a baby constantly on your mind? Do you find yourself wanting that feeling of panic and arousal at the same time when someone cums inside you while you're ovulating and not on any kind of birth control?

If the answer is yes, but something about it scares you, then there are two options. One is that you can find the confidence to do it and finally experience your desires. The second is that you can do it scared.

There is a lot to consider when getting pregnant! Not only things like how it's going to feel to have unprotected sex while you're fertile, or what it will be like to have someone thrusting away inside you getting closer and closer to filling you with all their cum. There's a lot of health stuff to think about too!

What will my body do? How will I change? What will being pregnant be like? All that and more will be on your mind. It's okay to think about these things and be nervous about them. But if you can't rationalize them into strong feelings of confidence, then it's completely valid to also do it scared.

Don't let fear rob you of an amazing experience. Don't allow nervousness about unprotected sex control your wants, needs, and desires. Don't be intimidated by a worry that you won't be able to rise up and pull through every step of the pregnancy. You can do this. You can do it bold, but you can also do it scared. You got this.

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i'm not huge on petplay, but there's just something about being someone's pregnant dogboy that just gets me going. bred against my will with another "pet," made to walk on all fours as my growing belly makes it harder and harder each day...my "owner" cooing over the "puppies" in me before they're even out, talking about me as if I can't hear and understand them...maybe i try to drop the act sometimes, genuinely concerned about how big i'm getting, but my owner just rubs my belly and tells me i'm such a good boy, and that good boys get treats. i've been good enough to know what that means, and pregnancy has made me insatiably horny and needy, so i'll whimper and whine like a dog, trying not to think about the very real babies inside me, and how low they feel.

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i just want a man to decide i'm getting pregnant right now and there's nothing i can say or do to stop it but i wouldn't want to stop it anyway, i just can't get past the fear of getting pregnant so someone has to make the decision for me. poke holes in the condom or slip it off or just get me so caught up in lust that i don't care anymore, i just need your cock

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i need the deepest sloppiest stickiest breeding imaginable i need their balls pressed n pulsating against my pussy i need my cunt stretched sore n my womb swollen full i need to feel the veins of their cock imprinted on my walls

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All of the sudden I look down, my shirt feels tight and I just felt a pressure hit my stomach. I see that my body is pregnant.

I don’t know how far along I am. My belly pops out between my hip bones and you can tell I am pregnant but I’m somewhere in the middle of a pregnancy. Not in my third trimester yet - I’m not round enough - but I’m bigger than I normally am. I’m in shock and I can’t stop looking down and realizing that my chest has gotten bigger too.

I start rubbing my hands on my body; it feels so different from what I last remember “normal” was. My palm and fingers slide along the rounded out bottom of belly. This is the part that was the most changed. I could feel this is where the baby /(ies?) where cradled between my hips for now. My belly is sort of a tear drop shape. I run my hands specifically where my belly starts to jut out from my normal frame. In disbelief how my body could just jut out and sliding up and down from the bottom most point of my underbelly to past my belly button.

I started to drag my fingers across my belly button and pay attention to it. It was starting to flatten out. I had always been an innie but now my belly button was much more shallow, being stretched out meant my belly button was flattening out. I wondered if my belly button would remain flat or if it would soon pop out and becoming a point on my body. I thought about how I would look with a rounder belly and a flat belly button that was invisible under shirts. And I thought about how vulnerable I would feel with my belly button popped out. There’s an uncomfortable intimacy in having something like your belly button on full display suddenly when it never was before. And it makes me even shy-er to imagine myself as heavily pregnant with a popped belly button to attract attention to my body.

My chest feels fuller and heavier too. I feel like I have to make extra effort than I’m used to to be able to see anything beyond my bump and my chest. I imagine myself as a caricature of myself. Sitting down, perfectly round, heavily pregnant belly with an obviously popped belly button and huge boobs just resting on top of my belly.

I begin to wonder how long it will take for me to outgrow what I’m wearing. If the shirt already feels tight and it’s clear I have quite some time left to go, than it will only be a matter of time before I can’t even pull the shirt all the way down, or that anytime I life my arms the most rounded out part of my bump will be exposed. How much longer until I can’t get the bottom of my shirt to reach down to my belly button? What’s my bra situation like? Do I spend money on bras? How quickly will I begin to spill out of them? Should I just avoid bras as much as I can?

I bend forward, just to see. I definitely stop being able to bend forward a lot sooner than I remembered being able to. And I feel the weight of my growing midsection on my back when I bend.

I walk across the room to try out sitting down and getting up. As I walk I definitely feel the weight of my pregnancy in my abdomen and hips and immediately feel a difference in how I walk around in the world. It feels different from walking around not pregnant. I’m still able to move my legs with relative range of motion because my belly is not big enough to drop that low yet, but the weight of the babies inside me forces my hips to move in a slightly different way. I don’t think that I need to put my hands on my lower back to support me while I walk, but I decide I want to do it anyways.

It immediately helps to remove some of the pressure and but now I realize that it makes it more obvious that I’m pregnant and I am more likely to look like I’m waddling. I look down at my belly button for a few seconds and wonder what people will think when they see me walking around like this.

[breeding-enthusiast]

aww baby its okay you don't have to be shy, you can admit your pussy is always leaking for cock and your clit twitches when you think about being put in your place, being a cumdump is something you've always wanted to be its okay to commit your life to it

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The train is packed, and your large, pregnant belly is trapped amongst countless other bodies in the crowd when you first feel the hand.

It's subtle at first, just barely brushing against your backside as if to test your reaction. You know you should feel outraged that someone would dare touch a stranger on the train, let alone a pregnant one, but their fingers are gentle, and you're honestly starved for contact. So you don't say anything. You keep your gaze fixed firmly ahead, silently waiting to see what they will do next.  

The stranger wastes no time in growing bolder, the hand sliding over the curve of your ass and rubbing it almost appreciatively. They shift from one cheek to the other, cautiously testing the shape of it before giving your bottom a careful squeeze.  

It's enough to steal the breath from your lungs. Who are they? You know you should be protesting, should be drawing away, should be calling them out for the impropriety, but it feels so good. As shameful as it is to admit it, you don't want them to stop.  

So you keep standing there, your arms wrapped protectively around your swollen abdomen, and continue letting them fondle you.

It takes everything you've got not to cry out when that hand dips between your legs, cupping you where you so desperately want to be touched. No one's touched you like this since the night you got knocked up, and your body craves pleasure like your lungs crave air. You can feel the flush creeping up your neck and face when their fingers start to move, following the line of your growing arousal before beginning to stroke you right through your trousers.  

You lose track of the crowd, of the stops, of the lurching motions of the train. All you can think about is the way those fingers are pleasuring you right here in the open while you have no idea who they belong to.  

You want to lean back into them and breathlessly beg them to keep going. You want to unbuckle your trousers and let them slide their hands beneath the fabric to touch you directly. You want to invite them back to your place to finish the job, to bend you over your bed and pound your greedy hole until you can't see straight to make up for all these sexless months. 

You want--

The train jerks to a stop at what can only be the main station. The hand between your legs tries to draw away as the crowd begins to disperse, but you instinctively squeeze your legs together to trap it in place. "My stop's next," you frantically whisper, hoping against hope that they can hear you over the din. "Follow me home? Please?"

There's no verbal response, but those glorious fingers begin moving again, and that's good enough for now. 

You can't help but let out a soft whimper, spreading your thighs just a little bit farther apart. This definitely isn't the best decision you've ever made, but right now, you don't know if you can be bothered enough to care.  

[breeding-enthusiast]

forcebreeding a pup. if he didnt want it he wouldnt have a dripping little hole perfect for pushing out my pups.

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I literally want to be knocked up so bad I want a man to impregnate me and make me make him a baby I wanna be claimed I wanna serve my purpose I want my womb put to use. I wanna have a swollen belly and wide hips and back pain because I let a man claim me I wanna be so full and round I wanna let him fuck my pregnant pussy as if he's gonna put another baby in me I want my body forever changed by a man. I wanna submit and be a man's little baby maker

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My "don't cum inside, take it out" take is the top actually laughing and saying "if you don't want me to cum in so bad then fucking wriggle away, go on push me, beat me, struggle to take me out of you" just to enjoy the bottom squirming in desperation trying to get away from them just to filled to the brim with cum

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threatening a boy that im going to get him pregnant while fucking him. he sobs to me asking me not to cum inside. but his pussy is so wet and tight. it grips my cock like his body wants to make me cum in him. he wraps his arms and legs around me and holds me close as i pound into him. my balls feel so heavy slapping against his ass. he doesnt want me to cum inside- but he's not pushing me off. without any physical resistance from him i keep going. his voice gets more frantic. please dont cum inside please please he begs. he reasons that he cant get pregnant, he's not ready for a baby. but im so lost in pleasure that i ignore him. his pussy flutters around my cock and it just feels so good, i cant pull out. my balls tighten as i get close. i look at his stomach. i envision him swelling with my kid- our baby. and i cant hold back anymore. my cock throbs and shoots rope after rope of cum into him while i thrust my hips back and forth. it makes such a creamy, bubbly mess inside him that some of the cum is oozing out with my thrusts. he pants as his own orgasm wracks his body. whispering oh god im going to get pregnant under his breath. i press my lips to his to kiss away his worries. it's going to be okay. i console him. i'll take care of you and the baby. i say as i roll my hips, fucking my cum deeper into him.