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boys crying that they don't want their babies as they're crowning with it

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Primal Pregnancy

Imagine you’re a cavewoman. You’re pregnant but you don’t know it. You had an encounter while on the search for food with a caveman you never saw. You’re not sure what occurred, only that it felt good when it happened. You try to recreate it best you can by yourself, but it isn’t the same. Your group was shortly attacked after that. There were only 3 of you left, but after a storm, it’s just you.

You’ve grown heavier in the last several months and your belly has expanded an incredible amount. It’s gotten difficult to scavenge for food, but you must do anything to satiate that hunger that’s only gotten worse. You fend off best you can, but it’s grown more difficult as your belly grows. Your breasts have gotten heavy and leak from time to time. You don’t understand why your body is changing, you can only accept it.

Today was different. It was difficult. Pain constantly bore down on you. As you dug through bushes, you were brought to your knees by this growing pain. It squeezes you. You start to worry that the berries you have eaten were inedible. Poisonous. You try to walk back to your cave but the pain keeps coming. Eventually, you’re crawling. The waves of pain are becoming more constant. You grunt and you heave trying to just get back to safety. Suddenly, something explodes inside you. Liquid rushes out of you like an overripe fruit. You fall over in shock and look down at the mess. The dirt is wet beneath your legs and this fluid coats your inner thighs. You start panicking. Did you belly pop? Was all of the growing just water? Will it finally drain and you can hunt like normal again?

Your thoughts are cut off by another, stronger, squeezing pain. You start to scream. You can see your cave, it isn’t too far. You claw your way across the ground to the base of your cave, but that’s as far as you can go. The pain is too much. Your body begins to bear down on you. You start to push involuntary, it’s like a snake is wrapped around your pelvis forcing you to squeeze out all that’s in you. The pain is indescribably. There is a pressure that’s increasing within you and it feels like something large is traveling down your insides. You’re stuck in this state of pushing and screaming. Then the burning. This stinging feeling floods between your legs. You frantically reach down, believe yourself to be dying, you’re being teared open now. You feel your cunt has expanded, and there is something lodged with it. You cry as the object forces its way down, expanding you further. Your legs kick around, as if you could try to run away from this pain.

Finally, enough has come out that you can try to dislodge whatever is inside you. You grab it firmly and pull to no avail. You have to push. Defeated, you crawl onto your stomach in an animal like position, the pain was a little more tolerable like this than when you were on your back. You lower your upper body with your hind in the air. The pushing is easier and the obstruction moves down faster. With one final scream, one final push, you use all of your power to bore down one more time. Something slides out of you and falls to the floor with a thud.

After a choke and a cough, it starts to cry. You fall to your side and frantically look down. There is a baby. You had seen one in passing, but not in your group. But you made one. You watch the baby as it cries and coos for you. Maybe if your group was here, this could be okay, but it’s just you now. You don’t know what to do.

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boys that can't keep their hands off of their bellies. boys who are always rubbing or holding it, boys whose bellies overcome them, boys who waddle and groan and cup their bellies because they're going to give birth soon

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Thinking about penis birth again...

Imagining my partner on their knees and screaming while the head of our first baby barrels its way down their shaft. We tried to stretch it best we could in anticipation but nothing we did seemed to help much now. The shaft is stretched beyond repair. The tip is leaking birthing fluid and bright red. It opens more and more with each agonizing push, causing the ring of red to brighten in color. The ring doesn't last for long, the baby rips it open in an attempt to finally come out. The room is filled with their screams and their most sensitive area gets destroyed by our baby.

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If you still take birth story prompts -- Vocal transboy strapped into stirrups, epidural not working, screaming and panicking and describing every part of pushing his massive, sunny-side-up surprise twins into the world.

"Aaaauugghhh!"

Rase's screams tore through the air as he writhed on the bed, trying to wriggle away from the pain in his hips. But the way his legs were propped up made it hard to get very far. His hands white-knuckled the railings, trying to ease the pain somehow.

The contractions were almost non-stop, barely any breathing time between - not that he'd use it, too focused on the pressure growing in his hips. The pressure he wasn't supposed to be feeling, at least not this bad. But the epidural had failed, labor progressing too quick for it to kick in properly. And now he was in agony, his daughter spreading his hips, contraction by painful contraction.

"She's gonna break me! My hips are gonna fuckin shatter!" He writhed again, twisting on the paper thin mattress, breathing quick. "I can't! Get her out, I can't do it!"

The doctor between his legs looked over his belly, meeting his panicked gaze. "You can, and you will. She's already engaged with your hips, she just needs you to push." He shook his head quickly, jaw set as he succumbed to the urge to push anyway.

He screamed, hips jerking up as his daughter moved, stretching his canal around her head. Nurses quickly moved, holding his hips to the bed, keeping him from needlessly twisting about. "She's coming! Oh fuck, she's coming, she's in between my legs!" He babbles between shaky breaths, before taking a deep breath to push.

Five, six, seven screaming pushes later, his pussy was starting to bulge, hinting at the size of the head behind it. Another four and his screams took on a different tone, the head just starting to peek through.

"Her head! Oh fuck, she's starting to stretch me ouuuut!" His back arched as he pushed, feeling his lips spread, little by little. "I can't! She's too big, she's gonna rip me apart!" He shakes his head, thighs trembling around the little teardrop between them.

The doctor gently massages the shape, each pass gently pulling the skin back more around the head. "Push, push through the pain! She's not gonna rip you, you just need to push!" He does as instructed, legs quivering as he threw all his strength into it. Once again, he screams as his pussy is stretched wider.

"It hurts too much, my pussy's on fire, I'm gonna tear!" His hands grab behind his knees, pulling himself up to curl heavily around his belly as he screamed. His nails raked lines into his skin, pain negligible to that between his legs as he pushed his daughter to a full crown.

He felt the doctor's hands cupping over the head, lightly pressing against it to keep it from emerging too quickly. He panted harshly, wordless screams accompanying the next few pushes as he worked to push her head free of his body.

"Why does it hurt so bad?!" He cried, his baby out to her ears. The doctor glanced at the baby, before looking up at Rase.

"She's posterior, facing upwards toward your belly, it causes a more painful delivery." He groans loudly, head falling back on the pillows behind him.

"Get her ouuut, I can't do it!" He whines, hips shifting as the next contraction bands around his belly, forcing his daughter further out of him as he bears down. He screams as he pushes again, the head popping free of him with a rush of fluid. Rase pants heavily, belly heaving with each breath.

"Holy shit!" His hand comes off his knee, shakily reaching down around his belly to feel the head hanging from him. The doctor gently places his hand on his daughter's head, and he lets out a sob. "Oh, oh gods, that's my daughter..."

"That is, that's your daughter!" He sobs softly, keeping a hand on her head as she turns, facing the inside of his thigh.

"Alright, big breath, and push! Let's get her shoulders out so you can hold her." Rase takes a deep breath, curling into his thighs as he pushes, feeling the shoulders push at his hole. His other hand grips the railing tight, jaw slack as he screams, one shoulder squeezing free of his body.

His belly heaves as he pants, legs shaking with the pain radiating from between them. A deep breath, and he bears down again, screeching as the second shoulder pops free, before the body rushes free, leaving him panting in relief. "Oh, ohh gods..." The doctor puts his daughter on his sore belly, calling time of birth and working on suctioning her airway free.

Rase's hands move, cupping his daughter close as she starts to wail. The nurses let his legs free from the stirrups, his body shaking as he recovers from the birth. He tilts his head, looking at his daughter, sniffling as she cries against his belly. "H-Hey, hey baby... Hey, my little Abilene..."

Moments pass, medical staff flurrying around as he nursed Abilene, watching her lovingly. She's taken to be weighed and measured, tests done before swaddled and returned.

Contractions restart for him to pass the afterbirth, but steadily grow stronger until he's writhing in pain again. The doctor calls for an ultrasound, and Rase freezes when he hears the words from her mouth.

"There's a twin!"

He shakes his head quickly, groaning with the next contraction as the twin settles in place, weighing heavily in his hips again. "I can't! I can't do it again, it hurts so much! My pussy hurts too much right now, I can't give birth again!" The nurses prop his legs back in the stirrups, stopping his writhing as he starts to bear down.

"I can't, get it out! I can't do it, they're bigger than she was! I can't, get them out of me!" He pleads, belly heaving as he breathes before pushing, feeling the baby slowly move through him. "It hurts! Hurts worse than Abi, hurts too bad!"

He continues screaming babbles as he pushes, his surprise baby slowly slipping through his canal until it starts to bulge at his hole, pushing it away from his body yet remaining firmly closed over the head. His legs shake even between pushes, head lax against the pillow.

"My hips! They're breaking my hips, they're too big! They're gonna fucking tear me open!" He cries, pushing so the head peeks out just a little. The next push stretches him more, lips made more malleable by Abilene's passing, yet still too taut to let the bigger baby slip free easy. One hand moves, carefully cupping over his hole, feeling how much was showing, letting out a soft whine as he feels how little progress had been made yet.

"I'm never gonna get them out, they're too big, they're gonna rip me!" He screams, hand quickly moving to pull at the railings of the bed as he pushes, voice pitching up as the head pushes through more, stretching him more. He felt the doctor's hands cupping over the head, lightly pressing against the bulge.

"Push, get them crowning! You're almost there!" Rase roars, pushing hard against the baby in his hips, screeching as the head fully crowns between his thighs. "Breathe! Breathe, or they will tear you, let your body stretch with the head." He lets out a loud, keening whine, panting as his hands rest on his sore belly. His head turns, looking to the bassinet set up nearby, Abi fast asleep inside. One nurse was working on setting up another for the one forcing their way from his body.

"Needa push, let me push! Please, they're too big, it hurts so bad, let me push please!" He felt the doctor press against the head a little more, keeping it in place as he writhed.

"Breathe. You can't push, don't push. Let your body work them out on its own." He groaned, feeling his belly contract, pressing the baby out slowly. He could feel each feature on their face as they pushed through, screaming as he continued to stretch more.

"My clit's gonna rip, they're gonna tear my clit apart!" He screams, blowing through his lips forcefully as he ignored the urge to push that grew with each passing moment.

"They're posterior again, you're not going to rip, as long as you keep breathing. Breathe your baby out," the doctor coaches, looking up at him over his belly. "Pant, blow, scream, whatever you need, but do not push. Not until the head is out." Rase lets out a huff of air, hands moving to hold his belly again.

It contracts under his hand, forcing the baby down and out, pussy flexing around the head and each facial feature of his baby. His back arches, jaw set against the pain as he presses his head into the pillow. "Get it ouuut! Get it out, I can't, it hurts so bad, let me push, I wanna push, wanna be done, it hurts so much! My pussy's ripping, it's so much!" He pauses for breath, panting some before returning to his babbling, groaning as the head pushes through before popping free, causing him to let out a gasping cry.

"Do you want to feel this one?" The doctor asks, cupping the massive head as the baby starts to turn. Rase shakes his head, looking down over his belly.

"No, want them out!" The doctor nods a little, looking at the head in her hands.

"Alright, push on the next contraction, okay? Get their shoulders out and you'll be done, okay?" He nods quickly, excitedly, ready to be done with the burning stretch in his pussy. He breathes, feeling the shoulders slot perfectly into his hips, and he takes a breath, preparing to push on the building contraction.

"Mhhnnn-aaauuuuuugghhhh!" He cries, body shuddering as he pushes, feeling his body stretch slowly around one shoulder before he pauses for breath, hands flailing to grip behind his knees, yanking them back as he prepares to push on the next contraction.

"Get it out, it huuuuurts! They're ripping me apart!" He screams, panting before pushing again on the contraction, screeching as the second shoulder stretches free of his body. "My clit, my pussy, it burns, they're gonna rip me wide open, make it stop!" He yells, giving one last hefty push before the baby slips free, leaving him panting heavily, body lax against the bed.

"A boy!" The doctor exclaims before resting the baby on his chest, working his airways much like they had for Abi. His hands shake as he cups them over the baby's body, feeling a blanket lain over the two of them as he sobs openly.

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Stuff I'm thinking to get off: the pain and humiliation of forced birth. You didn't choose to be pregnant, someone made that choice for you. Now, as you grow, as the baby - babies? - fill your womb in a way you never wanted to be filled, everyone can see your true purpose. It doesn't matter what you chose. It doesn't matter what you want. All that matters is that you've got a cunt between your legs and a womb to grow brood in, so that's all you ever need to be.

A cunt and a womb.

That's all you become, not by any sort of choice of your own.

You didn't want to be pregnant, but you are. You didn't want your body to change - didn't want your hips to widen, didn't want your ass to grow, didn't want the milk filling your aching tits.

Didn't want the womb, too full with life.

You didn't want any of it, but that doesn't matter.

You didn't want to give birth either. But you are.

You didn't want the pain. Didn't want the contractions. You don't want the offspring, so you try to stop yourself from pushing. Try to deny your body's urges. When every time your womb squeezes so painfully, it becomes more difficult. More pressure. Until it becomes impossible and you're sobbing as you're pushing.

You'd sob as your body would force you to push. No, I don't want to push. I don't want to give birth. Please, no. Until you're screaming it, outloud.

You don't want the head lodged between your legs, stretching you in more pain than you've ever been in your life.

Too bad you really don't get a say.

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I need to go in for a gyno exam and get drugged only to wake up and find a doctor implanting as many embryos as possible in me

Just used as a vessel for pregnancy experiments, testing the limits of how many babies I can carry at at time

My belly so big an heavy that I can’t move eventually, always crushing my organs, always in pain or discomfort, especially when the babies kick

Having my cervix stitched shut just to see what happens then I go into labor, crying from contractions and not being able to push for as long as possible

Finally having my cervix opened just to have a long painful birth, the doctor reaching in to keep my baby spreading open my cervix as long as possible

Passing out after the first few babies from the pain and exhaustion only to wake up in the middle of a c-section where there’s mirrors angled so I can see my insides. The doctor gleefully telling me how deformed my body is now. My organs permanently rearranged from being displayed, or being oddly shaped now.

Him excited telling me that it’ll be interesting next time because he’s about to remove most of my intestines, and one of each organ because my womb is so stretched out it won’t fit back in me.

He wants to double the amount of embryos next time

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its tough for darya with such a "productive" boyfriend

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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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Despite the fact that you had months and months to grow accustomed to it, your body still struggles to cope. You can feel the weight pulling down on your spine, pressing into your hips. Shirts that you had bought with the thought that you could never possibly outgrow now struggle to stay over your rounded, domed belly. No matter how much you pull, how far you attempt to stretch the fabric, they still expose a strip of skin around your middle, a smoothed bellybutton, and the reddish stretchmarks that will never fully fade.

It sticks so far out in front of you; there are precious few directions that you can look where your rounded middle does not encroach on your view. Reaching for things on high shelves was never easy, but with this pregnant belly in the way, it becomes nigh impossible. Even just crossing the room comes with a signature waddle, one hand on the small of your back, making the short trip from the couch to the kitchen and back all the more embarrassing. The weight is constant, even when seated, actively pinning you down and threatening to keep you there permanently, rendering you helpless and immobile. Trying to rock yourself up onto your feet allows you to feel just how round it is.

And there are other changes, too. Your breasts have never been larger and their aching is near constant. You can feel them swelling, getting ready to feed the child growing inside you. You haven't yet begun to leak so, day by day, you feel the tightness grow, wondering how much pressure your tits can withstand before milk begins to drip from your nipples. Even those have changed, darkening, thickening, becoming more sensitive. The temptation, the morbid curiosity to suckle on them yourself or at least make an attempt, grows by the day as well.

Pregnancy cravings have also introduced a layer of fat to your entire body, thickening what was there before and making you look softer than you've ever been. You can feel the flab settle in your hips, already widened by the reshaping of your pelvis, as well as your ass. It covers your belly in a protective layer, encouraging further the growth of your breasts. It even finds its way to embarrassing places such as the underside of your chin or the growing pad just above the slit whose needs put you in this mess in the first place.

When you stand in front of the mirror, you don't recognize the person that looks back at you. That must be someone else. Someone whose skin is marred with the signs of growth, carrying the promises of more. Someone whose appetite has made them softer, rounder, heavier. Someone whose hormones have forced their hips to widen, their tits to grow and swell, their middle to bloat with child. It's always staggering when you look down at yourself, hand on your belly, and face the reality of what you've become. Your old body is never coming back. What, will you go to the gym with a newborn to take care of? Once you have someone to feed, the demand will only encourage more milk and require larger breasts to hold it all. Your hips have widened down to the bone. This is who you are now. At a glance, everyone will know: you are a mother.

And you still have eight weeks to get even bigger.

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What do you mean you need to give birth now? The house still looks like a mess. You're fixing that, I don't care how long it takes. It's your fault you haven't done it before. I told you to do it this morning when the cramps just started, but you wanted to rest. Look at you now, you can barely hold yourself up, can you?

Tsk. You won't push until you've done your duties.

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tell your laboring sub they're not allowed to push and then watch happily as they try so so hard to obey, only to break down sobbing and frantically apologizing "sorry sorry im so sorry im pushing i cant help it im sorry i tried to obey im pushing im pushing FUCK i'm so sorry" as your baby crowns

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bf who doesnt care enough to help when his baby gets stuck in his partner’s cunt, letting them just live like that for months and shushing them when their pained cries get too loud

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Thinking about getting impregnated by a kaiju, of course it starts small maybe a little bit faster than normal but soon its too big for me to get up without help. Soon it begins to stretch me to my limits. Soon a spike begins to poke through and burst me ever so slowly enough for blood to already seep from the wound.

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So embarrassed how small my belly is when I feel so full

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Older brother who’s a complete bugslut gooner, who’s obsessed with getting bred n infested with bugs. Older brother who shoves worms n roaches in his pussy, loving how they crawl around inside him, laying their eggs inside his womb n making him a bug incubator. Older brother who lets huge flies fuck his nipples n lay eggs inside, making his tits swell in size, pregnant with maggots. Older brother who walks around with a full belly and tits, both enlarged from the brood he’s carrying, squirming insects visible under his skin. Older brother who fully becomes insect-only, not having sex with anyone anymore, only allowing bugs in his infested cunt. Older brother who gives birth to his brood, having the best orgasms of his life, shaking n drooling as his bug babies crawl out of him. Older brother who continues the cycle, always wanting to be infested, never wanting to be empty again.

Little brother who’s initially grossed out by how much of a bugslut his big brother is. Who, after seeing his brother go through so many cycles of being bugpreg, finally gives in to see why his big bro’s obsessed with being infested. Lil bro who sneaks into his brother’s room to “borrow” some of his bugs… <3

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gonna try and start writing for some of the more unpopular(?) kinks i have, since writing the same stuff gets boring sometimes ~🖤

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Aeromorphs take 3 years to fully gestate inside a human, despite it seeming impossible if a boy takes an airplane dick (or simply artificially inseminated by airport staff) he can become pregnant with a metal baby growing inside his womb. While being a man is not required to breed with airplanes, it seems they prefer trans men, as they're naturally attracted to masculinity (you don't even have to stop T! If anything it helps the airling). One should check with a doctor if their bodies can handle the pregnancy, as its long and painful thought not to be able to be handled by cis women. Your belly grows large and taunt and the baby becomes active after the 9 month mark. They say an overdue birth is good luck so its suggested to give birth to the pups at 3 years and 6 months but oftentimes it stops at 3 years and 3 months. Aeromorphs are an important part of the modern world so often times an airport would hire a breeder (often retired pilots) to get to know the aeromorphs and give birth to their offspring which are raised and used or sold to other airports or private individuals. Breeders are required at least 3 pregnancies per decade, oftentimes their contracts do not allow them to abort or kill the developing aeromorph even if they quit thus forcing him to give birth no matter what for the good of humanity and aeromorph alike.