preggoboi

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You haven't been able to do anything but lie on your side for weeks with your massive yoga ball belly pinning you to the mattress. Even reaching your sensitive pussy or leaking nipples has become a challenge. When I walk into the bedroom I notice the milk stains spreading across your tank top. I gently pull out your swollen udders and attach your breast pump. "I'm sorry I let you get so full, you're just producing so much now." I turn the pump on and lie down in front of you, gently curling my body around your soft, heavy belly. I pop one of the cups off your breast and take your fat nipple into my mouth. While enjoying your rich, creamy milk, I carefully massage your breast to help you avoid any painful clogs...

As you enter the bedroom I’m whimpering from how achingly full I am with babies and milk and trying to rub what I can of my swollen belly. A smile spreads on my face when I see you. “Please, I need some relief. They’re so engorged.” My breasts are so sensitive now that I shudder from your gentle touch as you peel them out of my milk stained top.

As soon as the pumps start working I start to moan. I desperately needed relief. The warmth of your body is so soothing and welcomed on my massively swollen middle as you feel the babies inside me kicking and squirming. As you pop off one of the cups off I gasp and milk sprays from my swollen nipple. Feeling your lips latch on it has me moaning louder. Between the sweet relief of being milked and your warm hands massaging my breasts my body is tingling with pleasure. I needed this so badly. As you continue to suckle you feel my babies start kicking more due to their mommy’s excitement, moving one hand to my overburdened belly try rub my overactive brood while continuing to massage my breasts with the other. Your hand is slowly rubbing circles across the expanse of my colossal belly, periodically going back to play with my popped belly button that I haven’t seen or have been able to reach myself in ages. Between moans I manage to squeak out “Thank you.” The bliss I’m in is a nice distraction from how utterly sore my swollen form is.

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more tits and belly :)

(he/him)

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Hear me out, someone who likes to tease their partner with a pregnancy kink by treating them like they're pregnant when they go out somewhere. Giving their belly extra attention, telling them to be careful in their "condition", asking if you and the baby need anything, maybe even taking them to a maternity store to "be prepared for when they start showing"

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feeding my boy until he’s utterly stuffed and burping and moaning and then grabbing his round belly as we make out>>>>>>>>>>

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On or off

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Truly never imagined having a belly this biggggg omg get me a forklift plz

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I would love if a domme would make me wear a heavy fake pregnancy belly and maternity wear around him. And I only get to take it off when I shower 🤭

[preggoboi]

post nut clarity does not properly convey the gravity of the pre nut insanity. like truly.

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perpetual pregnancy, having a huge baby bump and there's nothing you can do about it. all that sweet pressure in your lower belly wont ever be relieved because you arent giving birth. you're stuck feeling full and uncomfortable in the best way, rubbing the swell of your stomach and getting flustered over how much it turns you on

[preggoboi]

Mmmm sloppy make out sesh with dry humping and tongue sucking and shirt pulling and ass groping and hip grinding and chest touching and neck sucking

🥴😵‍💫🫠😳🥵🫣🤭😮‍💨

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When his belly hits your clit 🥵🐷🐷

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Your Pregnant Trans Study Date:

CW: FTM pregnancy (and fetishization), Preg kink, Fetal movement, breast enlargement, no outright misgendering but body parts are periodically described as "masculine" or "feminine"

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Your study buddy for organic chemistry was a trans man, and you hoped you were being a good friend to him. You hoped that you were making a safe and accepting space around his gender. It was hard being one of the only out trans people at your university. He had vented to you many a time about how he had experienced transphobia not only from straight cisgender people, but from other queer people on campus as well.

But things between you had become... Complicated. Because as of six months ago, he was also pregnant. He'd gotten himself knocked up- in the full, scandalous sense of the term. It wasn't planned. He hadn't used protection. And he didn't even know who the baby's father was. He had been sleeping around, enjoying the college life, and had let multiple guys (plus one trans girl) all cum inside his pussy.

He had come to you with the positive pregnancy test as soon as he found out, and had laid back with his head on your lap as the two of you reclined on your dorm room couch, contemplating. He'd already likely been pregnant for two months, according to his GP, before he had ever even thought to take that test.

He had been zoning out, looking at the ceiling. The tears at the corners of his eyes had finally dried. He started rubbing his belly in that moment, tentatively, meditatively. He closed his eyes, and you watched as a soft blush crossed his face the more he groped his gut, slowly easing into the sensation and soothing his spreading womb while envisioning the growing baby inside. When he opened his eyes, he announced, "I'm going to keep it. I'll give birth to this baby..."

You had been the very first person he'd told.

Since then, the two of you were still studying hard multiple times a week for your STEM classes. You knew that being trans was hard enough, let alone being trans and pregnant in college, so you wanted to provide a safe space for him. You wanted to support him as a friend. ...But that was getting harder and harder to do. As his belly grew more and more round, you felt yourself looking at him differently. He was becoming more and more lewd in your eyes. You wondered if you were fetishizing him and if you should be disgusted with yourself. But every time he stood and you could see that bump protruding ever more prominently out of his abdomen, you couldn't stop thinking about how he had made himself this way. How he had been such a slut, practically asking for himself to get knocked up by milking the semen out of every cock he could find.

The fact that you were close and he felt comfortable around you made it even worse. Around the campus, he would wear baggy sweatpants and a hoodie, but with you- he typically had on only a skin thin tanktop and jean cutoff shorts (his favorite pair) which now had to be worn with the fly down in order to cover his plump belly and ass.

He'd sit with his legs spread wide open and his heavy belly plopped inbetween them. He wouldn't even bother trying to make his scanty little top cover his full stomach. It would barely cover his breasts and then the top quarter of his belly. However, he would frustratingly adjust it constantly, trying to pull it a little further down when it started riding up- always drawing your attention back to his whorishly distended womb. You just couldn't stop thinking about his new curves, imagining yourself running your hands along them and pressing in to feel the weight and form of his newly acquired mass.

The way his pregnant body now blended together features that society considered oppositional male and female traits was unspeakably erotic to you. He had gone on testosterone as soon as he graduated high school, but the progress of 2 years on T had been abruptly abridged by pregnancy. His form had now filled out with supple curves that had never been there before. He looked plush and curvaceous: a silhouette of circles and arcs tracing from the delicate pout of his plump lips down to his ample breasts... to his ever growing womb... to his wide birthing hips... and finally to his thicc thighs and subtly swollen ankles. He still had his body hair: a little uneven stubble on his face and neck, dark hairs blossoming over his chest, a happy trail winding down his linea negra and seductively pointing towards his swelling womb's entrance...

His nipples were now so round, dark, and full. Your eyes had practically glazed over when his belly and the soreness of his swelling breasts had finally made it too much to keep binding his chest.

What's more, he hadn't transitioned back to wearing a bra- claiming that it made him dysphoric. Instead, he let his boobs sag atop his belly unencumbered, nipples poking through his shirts. Every time he moved, they adjusted themselves to gravity, sliding against his gravid gut. Witnessing this as he laid back in repose while you studied together, you always felt yourself painfully aroused. They practically had hentai jiggle physics, and every bounce was completely uncensored by the thin, stretched fabric that barely restrained them. This boy was leaving nothing about his body to the imagination.

His pregnancy had just made him more and more attractive to you. He had advanced from a generically good looking guy who you had no intentions towards into a beacon of your wanton lust. You wanted nothing more than to rub his belly. To pound his pussy. To feel him squirm. To hear him moan. To watch those young masculine breasts bounce with such vigor that they threatened to slap him in his own face.

Not to mention, during your study sessions like today, he liked to talk to his baby. He ran his fingers up and down his gravid middle and seemed to play with the new life inside him. He had a genuine pregnancy glow. He wanted you to touch his belly sometimes too. He had held your hand over his taut and expanding uterus when he had first felt baby kicks. You had felt the bastard inside him stir beneath your palm. ...And he had been so happy about it. He started telling you how despite everything, he was grateful to have been knocked up.

The only thing he regretted was that being the school's resident pregnant trans man had made him a pariah- and part of that meant he wasn't having sex with hot guys and getting his pussy pounded anymore.

...Tentatively, you thought maybe you could fix that problem for him.

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I just love the idea of a trans man, big, hairy, deep voice, several years on T, and stealth in public, getting knocked up and nobody realizing. The first four or so months are easy; theres a slight growth to their belly, but really, being so big to begin with, people probably don't even notice. In month five or six, their midsection is really beginning to swell out, and their friends and coworkers take it to be a burgeoning beer gut, somewhat surprising considering they'd never seen their friend drink all that much. By the third trimester they've really started to expand. There is no way to hide the way their stomach has surged forth, they've stopped binding as their breasts ache and fill, and their ass widens as their hips prepare for the baby. All of this makes it look, to outsiders, like they've put on considerable weight in a short period of time, drawing concerned glances and comments, only becoming more concerned when their friend insists that nothing is wrong

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what if we were both trans and pregnant 😳 and we kissed 😳

(Alan: he/him |Tulip: she/her)

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thinking about my belly sticking out in front of me

thinking about having to waddle everywhere

thinking about my hips, thighs and ass getting thicker

thinking about my tits going up two cup sizes

thinking about stretched skin and spreading my legs to let my belly rest between them

thinking about feeling to full, filled to the brim

thinking about barely being able to reach my pussy but getting off anyway

thinkifn about clothes barely fitting even though they fit last week

thinking about looking in the mirror and wondering what happened how did so much change in just a few months

thinking about being overdue and balancing between thinking i'm too big and thinking i want to get bigger

thinking about giving birth and immediately doing it all over again