forcedbirthing

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need to be so pregnant that i have to keep my hands on my round, gravid tummy during sex. whining and holding onto its roundness while your gaze is transfixed on the slight bounce of it from the push and pull of your thrusts 😵‍💫 ….

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Imagine the same people supporting you at your home birth are the same that were at the orgy you got pregnant at. Your friends and partners holding you and cheering you on. One of them could be the father but that doesn't matter. What's important is that you are surrounded by the same people you love and trust, like one big family.

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Hhhh centerpiece of the polycule, I’m always pregnant with somebody’s baby. I’m at some stage of swelling up at all times, constantly supported, always at home unless the group is showing me off. Every time I need to fuck or be fucked, one of my wonderful partners is there to keep me satiated.

And then popping those babies out with all of my lovers supporting me, everyone as eager to find out whose babies I was filled with this time as they are who will fill me up next time.

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casual pillow talk your victim about which one of us they think the baby’s gonna look more like as if they aren’t still crying from getting it pounded into them

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Do you really need smarts or rights? You've a big, fat set of tits hanging off your chest, they can provide you with much more fulfillment than pretending to be a person can give, so why not just embrace the simple, fuckdoll life?

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Handing my rapist the positive pregnancy test

"Does this mean I get to call you Dad now?😳''

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cant stop thinking about a comfy home birth

laying in bed with my partner(s), surrounded by blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. im laboring for hours; the contractions intense but manageable. lots of comfort and love from my partner(s). something playing in the background; either music or the tv. the doula and midwife eventually show up, checking me and letting us know that im only five centimeters dilated. half way there. this is gonna be a lot longer than we all expected.

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The average woman is potentially fertile for about 30 years. That's a maximum of about 360 cycles of ovulation and bleeding. Up to 360 times in her life, her uterus prepares its lining for a baby, her ovaries release an egg, and her disappointed womb sheds its lining and she bleeds.

Let's say the average woman has about 2 kids in her lifetime. Some of those 360 cycles won't happen because she's pregnant, and usually some won't happen due to breastfeeding. For every kid, maybe 15-20 cycles don't happen. So, an average woman might have about 320 ovulatory cycles in her life (excluding the effects of birth control), of which 2 are successfully used.

That's a lot of disappointed, bleeding womb for just 2 kids.

Maybe women today are using hormonal birth control for half of those cycles on average, and some cycles won't have a good egg. Maybe there are only 120 actual eggs released by the average woman using birth control for half of her fertile years.

So about 120 times in an average woman's life, her body is ready for fertilization. The average couple might try for 4 months before getting pregnant, so we might estimate that to get those 2 kids she has to get seeded while ovulating 8 times.

Meaning that the average woman is only getting properly seeded about 1 in 15 ovulations. That's a lot of sexual frustration. The female body is screaming for sperm, but she's only actually getting it maybe 5-10% of the time.

This frustration has huge social and political implications, and it explains a lot about female antidepressant use.

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Put your babies in me and make me birth them on a livestream as you take requests and make me do things for the viewers. Don't let me push them out until we reach a goal.

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Her stomach when she's pushing >>>> 💞💞

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Thinking about that time I made a comment to my old GP as he was inspecting my cervix, about how someone without a womb can't get pregnant, and he calmly said,

"Well, she could get pregnant; it would just be an ectopic pregnancy."

I wonder if he felt me clench...

Sometimes I wonder if he's on here reading these posts... He is now enjoying his retirement.

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Too big baby, who puts mommy in a wheelchair for life because she tried to close her legs during crowning.

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Want to feel an unwanted rape baby forcing itself out of me want to feel it stretching me open and burning and there's nothing I can do to stop it

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doctors who refuse to treat your stuck birth insisting that you’re just being dramatic, nothing is wrong, birth is SUPPOSED to hurt, you just need to push harder <3

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He knows - but I don't

Young, naive, uneducated. Maybe a bit of husbandry situation, where he raised - groomed - me from childhood to become his perfect wifey.

He breeds me as soon as I'm fertile, like you would with a cow that had been overpriced due to its titles. I have no idea where babies come from, nor that I'm pregnant. I start to rub my belly a lot, and massage my small tits, just like he instructs me too.

I gain weight as he doubles the size of my meals, but he tells me, teaches me, it's normal for my age. My belly grows rounder and bigger, and so do my small perky tits. He doesn't let me see a doctor.

He himself examines me. Rubbing my big belly, slow circles, softly. Then harder. Pushing on it, as if he were giving my belly CPR. I cry. He tells me to shut up. He gets angry. He roughly grabs my tits and milk squirts out; I'm shocked as I feel the warm, sticky milk drip down my body. For 9 months, he pushes his fingers inside my cunny to measure my cervix, sometimes multiple times a day, but each time as if it is a sacred ritual.

Once I'm in month 9, he demands bed rest. He makes me lay naked on a bed, tied to the 4 bed posts. He sits next to the camera. Sometimes he jerks off. Mostly he talks about all the life lessons he wants me to know, so I can teach our daughter how to be good.

Like how girls are meant to be submissive, that girls who think too much get very ill, and that it's important to make babies for men to be useful and good. I really want to be good. That's all I want—to be good. I'd do anything to be good. And he knows it.

This is when I start to wonder and ask about babies. But he doesn't answer honestly. He keeps me dumb, scared, and dependent. He tells me outright lies, like if a girl screams while giving birth, the baby can be born dead.

Once my cervix starts to open up just a little bit, like a flower that starts to open on the first sunny day of winter, instead of waiting patiently for spring, he fastens the restraints tighter. I'm scared.

My body hurts in ways it has never hurt before. Something feels wrong. I feel a pressure between my legs, then I feel like I gotta pee, but I can't. He watches me like a hawk. As he probes his fingers deeper inside, my water breaks. The release of the liquid feels wonderful. He notices and starts to rub my clitoris. Contractions come rapidly now.

It hurts. I'm in so much pain. I clench my molars and press my lips together so tightly that it almost hurts more than my last contraction. My small and fragile body isn't ready. But he is. He places more pillows behind my back and neck, forcing me to look down. He wants me to watch how I'll break, rip, tear. He checks the camera to make sure it's in position. Then he tells me to push.

I'm not sure what to do. I feel scared and confused. He pushes on my belly harder than ever before. I cry. He calls me a good girl and does it again. Then, he pushes his fat fingers into my vagina as he tells me he can feel the baby's head. As I'm trying to give it my all, he starts to yell at me to keep pushing, to push harder, to at least try. I cry as I push.

He sees me crowning and tells me to stop pushing. He places his fingers around my swollen, bloody vagina. He softly rubs my fat lips, my swollen clit, and the baby's head. Then, he starts to circle his fat fingers around the baby's head. To make more room, he states, with a smile. His fingers feel like razor blades cutting me open. It hurts so much to feel his fat fingers circle around my bruised and battered vagina and the baby's head.

Once he went full circle, he rested both his fingers at the bottom of my vagina. He grabs the soft tissue with his fingers. The shoulders are not going to fit. He states, as he tears my vagina open with his fingers, laughing as he does so. He calls me a good girl and tells me to keep pushing. I'm dissociated and fainting. I do not respond.

But my body knows what to do. It knows this baby needs to come out. And as I lay there, unconscious but contracting, he sticks his fingers deeper inside me, hooks his fingers around the shoulder blades of the baby, and pulls her out of me. I rip open even further.

I'm bleeding a lot as he places the baby on my chest. She cries, but I do not respond. The placenta is nowhere to be found. He pushes both his hands inside me, through my vagina, through my cervix, or what's left of it, feeling around to try to find it.

It's not working out, and he starts to push on my belly. Then harder. Then he starts to punch my belly. Harder and harder. I can see the panic in his eyes as my belly starts to bruise, but no placenta comes out of my small body.

Once again, he pushes his hands deep inside me, deeper than anyone should ever be inside someone else. He pulls out my placenta, ripping me open as I start to bleed even more.

He grabs a sewing kit from the cabinet and starts to stitch me up. He informs me he needs to make it extra tight because I'm bleeding so much, like a stupid cow. I look down at my bruised body and the baby drinking from my small tits, and yes, he is right, I do feel like a stupid cow. He is always right. I hope he raises our daughter as well as he did me.

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Me and who ?