A fantasy - I’d love to shower with a heavily pregnant guy, watching drops of water roll down his distended stomach. I’d love to tease his wet body. I’d lather soap against his belly, his sensitive nipples, his thighs and ass. I’d skim my fingers over his wet belly with one hand, flicking my finger around his wet nipple with another, teasing and stroking him until he curved his ass back against me and moaned. I’d edge him for a while and stroke his belly while he squirmed against me, stroking his tdick against my thigh and panting, desperate to be fucked, and to feel his hot, heavy belly sway with each thrust
I’m pretty deep in kinky thoughts tonight. I’m fantasising about breeding a guy and making him heavily pregnant, watching him try to squeeze into his old clothes that struggle to contain his distended stomach. Maybe he’d be trying so hard that his stomach becomes dotted with beads of sweat and it heaves as he tries to peel a tight tshirt off, moaning at the feel of his belly button and erect nipples grazing against the top.
I wanna fuck a trans guy from behind, telling him in a low voice how I’m going to fill his stomach with my young. I want to feel his tdick getting hard and grinding against my hand, his ass pushing against my dick, desperate to feel every inch of me before I cum hard inside of him.
Then, I’d watch him rapidly growing with my young, his fertile stomach rounding out as he moans and grinds against the sheets. He’d be wiggling his hips, trying to grind his tdick against the mattress until his stomach lifted him too far up to. After that, I’d stick my head under his thighs and lick his inner thighs and then up and down his hole, hearing him panting and stroking his aching, gravid sides before I licked at his tdick and tongue fucked him as he rolled his hips, enjoying the feel of my heavy young weighing down his middle, stroking his tdick slightly as his hips rolled.
I’d stand him up then, watching him thrust his back out with his hands on his sides and his orb of a stomach hanging down from his middle. I’d bend him over my desk, his massive belly dropping down into the air, before I entered his wet hole again. I’d thrust into him, watching his belly sway with my movements. I’d fuck him so hard his belly would hit against the desk, making him shout out, my young moving within him. He’d orgasm around my dick as I gripped the sides of his belly, fucking him like a wild animal, hearing him start to whimper and groan that he was going into labour.
He’d become even more helpless, moaning for me to stop, but I’d keep thrusting into him, hearing his pleas get more and more desperate. My young would drop into his birth canal and his massive stomach would be seizing up, he’d be sobbing at the pressure, begging me to stop in-between moans, his nipples and hole leaking...
I love boys that moan and cry when they have tummy aches. Boys that don’t pretend to be tough or pretend like their not in pain, ones that shuffle up to you with their arms around their bellies and lean into your chest mumbling “my tummy hurts” or “I don’t feel so good.” Boys that don’t stifle their cries when a bad cramp hits their belly, or pull up their shirt to show you their bloated tummy is to silently signal they want a belly rub. Just soft boys with sick tummies 💖
they’re kinda dazed, trembling a little, their body heat unreal, and they’re flushed all across their face and down their chest and stomach (and thighs...)