dystocious

[dystocious]

my ideal birth would be a 20lb+ baby, a long labor lasting days, unusually strong painful contractions and any complications possible. also at home so nobody can even help me and there’s no relief. i’d also love to be dry fucked in the ass during it by a dom that doesn’t care how much pain i’m in.

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My body is literally aching to be filled with your babies. I want to feel my womb stretching tight around them. I want to feel them wiggling and squirming, testing the boundaries of their temporary home. I want to feel my skin smooth and tight. I want to feel my breasts engorged and aching, dripping ever so slightly. I want my pussy to be swollen and needy. Ugh, my god I need to be bred.

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Experimental breeding program where scientists are creating new cross-breed species for research. They use human-incubators to speed up the breeding process, a live environment the scientists can control. The breeders are strapped into cages, their holes and belly exposed for the scientists. When they breed the new species, they can directly inseminate into the breeder's holes and watch the impregnation process through an ultrasound.

Research is slow because the funding restrictions require that three specimens must be successfully birthed from at lease two different breeders before the scientists can submit a potential new species for study. The breeders are used 24/7, the scientists finding ways to staff the lab during overnight when breeders will be due to give birth and will need immediate re-insemination.

Between two different breeders, they will often birth 4-5 identical species, but one or two will be genetically 1% different from the others, forcing the scientists to start over again. The new species has to be able to be reliability replicated.

The breeders can take it. They know no difference and only know birth from their positions in their lab cages. Their bellies swell and then empty, their holes are efficiently pumped with a fertilized species, then left alone for weeks and weeks, until they are tortured open by the massive stretch of a new species. They cycle then starts over again. Once a month, they birth something they will never see, their lives in the darkness of the cages they are strapped into.

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impending birth reflecting feelings of impending doom. feeling your belly drop, the baby getting lower, hips aching...being so, so scared of what has to happen. wanting it out--it's so heavy--but also praying that it stays in, for just one more day. putting yourself on bedrest, trying to delay the inevitable, when you feel that first practice contraction. knowing that the longer you wait, the bigger it gets, but trying to put it off anyway.

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Kidnap me and rape a baby into me!!!!!! Force me to carry your child!!!! Make me give birth at home with only you there!!!!!! Keep me forever in a cycle of being pregnant and birthing!!!!!!

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i need a gravid boy spread over my lap. straddling my thighs facing me, his huge stomach pressing into mine and obstructing the view of his cunt desperately trying to crown the massive baby i fucked into him. i’d feel his stomach tensing, turning rock hard against mine paired with his desperate whining and grunting as he beared down into my lap.

i’d touch him sparingly and let him do most of the work. i’d reach around and touch his ass, feel it bulge and part as the rotund head of our child would fill his pelvis so completely it wouldn’t spare bulging his perineum or asshole. his thighs would shake against mine as he pushed, but it would take him hours to even get our child to crown.

i’d grab his hips to help straighten them as he’d try to force the head down and out. his back would arch and flex as he would heave and heave. he’d gasp out after every violent push and cry for me to help him.

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wanna be called “it” and used as a thing

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i need to be turned into a breeding slave so bad. it has to be the whole hyper pregnancy deal too. i want someone to grab me and fuck my pussy so full of their cum that i'm nothing but a shaking and leaking mess. i know i'm going to be pregnant for real the second they push their fat knot into my hole and my stomach swells from how much seed they're dumping into me. whether i like it or not, i get fucked and bred till my body understands that it's meant to carry your children.

my belly grows so quickly, way more quickly than you'd expect from a normal pregnancy, and i wonder how many eggs you've put into me. i'm growing heavier by the day. soon, i have to waddle around and clutch my stomach while i walk, and my flat chest is swelling out of nowhere. you fuck and fill me everyday and my body changes with it, doing its best to become as fertile as possible, a good breeding slave.

my belly gets so big and heavy till i struggle to move, until i can barely walk. at some point, my legs just give in and all i can do is lie there helplessly. you've filled me with so many eggs that even after birthing a bunch of them, i'm still so round and heavy. the only things i can still see are my huge tits and belly. my womb is so full and stretched and my pussy always loose and leaking. i need your cock in me all the time or i go crazy.

you take advantage of my inability to move by continuing to fuck me full. i can't fight back and you keep me pregnant, so i'll never be able to escape or walk again. secretly, i'm glad i can't. all i can do is birth and be impregnated again while my tits are so big and swollen with milk. i've never felt so good before. i want to be a good breeding toy for you forever.

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i need someone to knock me up with triplets or quads and then plug me up when my water breaks. have me do household chores all while im suffering through contractions that i can do nothing to alleviate

you leave me alone for a while and come back to find ive removed the dildo you plugged me with and am nearly finished delivering the first child. you simply tut at me and push the baby's head all the way back in, gently so as not to hurt it, settling it back into my womb while i beg you to please let me give birth, pretty please

ill give birth when you decide im ready and not a minute sooner. for now, there's more chores to be done

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I want to be raped over and over, impregnated, forced to birth, and then impregnated immediately again with another rape baby. A doctor would say that the pregnancies needed to slow down, or even stop, if I were taken to a doctor. But I'm just an object to be used and filled, over and over and over. My past several babies fighting for my milk filled tits as I lay massively pregnant with the next, knowing that almost as soon as I birth that one I'll be raped pregnant once more. I used to fight, now I just sob each time, knowing there's nothing I can do.

It almost makes life easier, doesn't it? To be reduced, degraded like that. Trapped in a perpetual cycle of fertility, conception, gestation, labor, and birth. Barely even able to raise the kids you keep painfully sobbing into the world, if at all.

At first there was so much anger, so much resentment and fear. Not knowing or understanding what's happening, not wanting to have to carry and bring into the world the baby of a man that abused you, violated you, hurt you in a way you couldn't have imagined.

Now? After baby four or five you realized he either had the luck of the devil or was somehow monitoring your cycles. You couldn't avoid him, couldn't fight him off. Nobody you knew believed it was rape anymore. "Rape victims don't get pregnant and give birth five times in succession." They would say, angry at you for having your fertility used as a form of abuse against you. For your body betraying you time and time again.

What else can you do? Accept the inevitable. By baby six you had gotten used to the feeling of fullness, of the movements and kicks. By eight you didn't even leave the house anymore unless you had to. By ten the brats you had sobbed into the world we're starting school, even as you bore down on their siblings, feeling them slowly crown, it still hurting just as much as the first time.

Reduced. Degraded. Sinking into nothing more than a glorified incubator of human spawn. Pumping out one baby after another, inflating the birth rate by a point or two single handedly. Not just a baby factory, but a trapped, miserable rape baby factory. No hope of escape, no point in even trying. All you can do is try to raise the burdens your rapist won't stop planting in your belly, and wait for your next labor to start...

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Cw // birth fpreg

New colouring experimentation! \0/

[dystocious]

he's in active labor, he just needs to open his legs a little wider

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holding his legs open as he screams, letting the baby descend naturally, against his will, crying and writhing as his hole is opened, begging to close his legs

opening his legs wider, not letting him wiggle away from the pain, opening him wider until his thighs tremble from the stretch, watching until he gasps, breathless, as the baby descends through his open cunt

listening to the rapidly building whine coming from his throat, as another contraction makes the baby descend until it breaches his lips, he begs again to let him close his legs, to let him get leverage to push

his legs are kept in place and a hand spreads his pussy open, feeling the head, he sobs as another contraction pushes the baby down, his arms are tied and his lungs crushed as his chest is pushed into his belly, his back tenses and tries to straighten to give him leverage, but he can't move, he can't push, he cries as the baby is pushed out slowly, contraction-by-contraction

his legs cramp, and his pussy burns as it opens, fingers push into his hole, the opposite direction he's supposed to be pushing, he cries out as they pry into his hole alongside the baby's head, stretching him open wider, a contraction hits and he can't breathe through the pain, his hole squeezing the baby's head and fingers together

the fingers leave him and he's left to birth naturally, each contraction moving the baby's head millimeters further down his canal, by now the head is crowning and his hole is a burning ring of fire as the head head holds him open, each contraction squeezing his belly tight and forcing the baby against the small opening of his pussy

he gasps and tries to move, the pain in his groin building, the baby massive, grinding against his pelvis, he wants it to be over more than anything, but he can't push and the contractions are getting more intense and painful, but are no longer moving the baby downwards

he's pushed forward, the bindings on his arms keeping him upright as his pussy is turned so it open straight down, the turn in position moved the baby and he can feel a new pressure against his hole, the weight of the baby pulling it downwards

his legs are opened wider, his knees brought up to his armpits, and he screams as the tendons in his thighs strain, on the next contraction, his legs tense and something in his muscles snaps, he throws his head back and chokes on his spit as the contraction takes the breath from his lungs, tears forming, his thighs trembling and his stomach clenching in pain, with his pussy held open, offering no resistance, the baby moves to a full crown

finally, air fills his lungs and he wails, crying through the pain, unable to do anything to stop it, he sobs as he waits for another contraction, his groin and inner thighs white-hot with pain, barely able to take a full breath

he cries when a contraction starts, tired of enduring more pain, his belly squeezes the baby and it strains his hole, he tries to engage what he can feel of his lower muscles to push the baby out, but it doesn't budge, the contraction ends with a frustrated howl, and his pussy is left straining, filled with a nearly born baby

another contraction comes. then another. the baby is stuck inside him at a fill crown

he's openly sobbing, pleading with the baby to get out, his pussy is pale and taught, minute tremors move through his lower muscles

his legs are moved again and he snaps his head back and pleads to not move his legs, but his cries are ignored and his knees are harshly pulled back, pushing his groin forward and opening his pussy up, the tendons pop in his legs

he curls forward and yells, taking gasping breaths, trying to scream to stop the treatment, his vulnerable pussy straining and nearly ripping, another contraction has him screaming through girted teeth, as the baby moves slowly, the head filling his pussy and slowly sliding out, he takes panting breaths, crying in pain, as the contraction releases, he sobs, pleading for the baby to move more

on the next contraction the baby's head finally pushes out of his pussy, letting his lips finally release and partially close, he takes a gasping breath and pants through the pain, his belly trembles as the baby is held half inside and half out of him

his legs are still on fire, unable to tense or move, his hips are stretched and he asks to let his legs close just a little but, but they aren't moved from their overstretched position, he keens and rolls hi head in pain, his poor cunt still stretched around the baby's neck, waiting for another contraction to push the baby out of his hole

contraction after contraction come, the baby's shoulder's barely bigger than it's head, but even more difficult to birth without pushing

he isn't given any reprieve, his legs held open so far they are nearly breaking, his groin tensed, and arms trembling from being restrained behind him for so long

his head rolls, delirious in pain, crying softly, his pussy wrecked and throbbing around the baby's neck, the start of each contraction pushes the baby down, but by the time they end, the shoulders get sucked back into him, he cries and cries, trying to push, willing the baby to be born

The hands finally return back to his pussy, fingers uncomfortable and uncaring as they trace the neck of the baby, opening his hole wider, bruising his tender flesh

he squeezes his eyes shut as he cries as his hole is forcefully opened wider, it's difficult to get air into his lungs, his head hung low, choking on his tears, eventually his hole is left alone again and he silently cries as he waits

the next contraction grips his center and pulls his belly painfully towards his spine, the baby slowly moving out of his hole again, however this time, the shoulders to not retreat and his hole is held open in a burning stretch again, pathetically he whines and whimpers as the baby slowly moves out of his body

each contraction is like being squeezed by giant hands and the time in between feels like a million years of wait time, the baby slowly moves out of his hole, pushed centimeter by centimeter by his internal muscles, he is forced to endure the entire process, unable to speed it up or help it along, his lower half already wrecked

on the final contraction, the baby is finally pushed out of his body and he collapses in his restraints, weak and gasping, he cries silently, his hole a gaping and dripping fluids on the floor below

[dystocious]

I think people should go into my asks and tell me how they'd get me pregnant but Hey man that's just me

[dystocious]

make me so pregnant it hurts

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looking down at your stomach and clearly seeing something move in there, but when it presses against your stretched skin you have no earthly idea what the hell it even is

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i need to be fat. and pregnant