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dontpushbaby · 4 months

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I know you didn't want to be pregnant but look at you now, baby.

You're so horny all the time, now that you're getting closer to your due date. You don't have to lie to me, don't be embarrassed. Daddy knows you love the way your chest has gotten so swollen with milk, your nipples so hard, your belly so heavy and full of life. I know your navel is so sensitive you can't even wear any clothes without getting needy and desperate to be taken care of.

You thought I wouldn't notice the way you can't stop rubbing your massive belly? You're so cute. So ripe already, looks like you're going to pop soon.

Don't worry, Daddy will fill you up again and again. You'll be my perfect little breeding toy, pushing out litter after litter for me.

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stupidlypregnant · 25 days

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I need my tummy to be filled to the brim, skin stretched taut, baby buns kicking and squirming inside like crazy, making me whine and whimper constantly. Everything so tight and cramped that it's almost hurting to touch the veiny orb.

But you rub my belly nonetheless. You wanna feel the life you put inside me against the palm of your hand. You dig your fingers into the sore muscles, glide over my sensitive navel. You want me overwhelmed and desperate, knowing you'll keep me like that for as long as it pleasures you.

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filled-babyboy · 4 months

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Why am I not getting fucked into labor right now?

Pleaaase, I'm already overdue, I'm so achy. Look Daddy, my belly already dropped, it's so heavy... I can't take it anymore, I need them out, please. I know you like me looking so fertile, your perfect breeding toy, but I promise you can fill me up again right after ...

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bunnypregg · 10 days

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I had to- fuck- to take a lot of breaks putting the groceries away. I- just finished. I can feel the head trying to crown but- my clothes are keeping it in- I'm only just barely able to get my leggings down my thighs.

#clothing birth #labor denial #clothed birth #birth denial #trans nsft #birthing kink #birth rp #giving birth

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cherrytummies · 1 month

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surprise/unknown pregnancy - super quick labor kink blurb! 18+ only, minors DNI!

You had been spending the day with your situationship, one you offen had unprotected sex with. They didnt like condoms, said they didnt feel as good. Your stomach had been cramping on and off, getting worse throughout the day and becoming more frequent but you tried your best to not think anything of it. You had no health insurance and couldn’t go to the hospital, plus you didnt want to ruin the day with your situationship - they rarely came over outside of just fucking.

It wasnt until you were in the bathroom with your hand on your belly as you tried to breathe through severe cramping that you put two and two together. Am I … in labor? No fucking way. You’re not pregnant. You had no belly - well, you had gained a little weight. And you had been nauseous a lot the past few months, but that wasn’t that out of the norm with your IBS.

It wasnt until you had fallen to your hands and knees, screaming for your almost-lover to come help you, a baby very clearly in your birth canal, that you accepted the fact that you were in labor, and it was far too late to get to a hospital.

“Fuck, I think I’m giving birth,” you panted, gripping the toilet.

“I didn’t know you were even fucking pregnant- why didnt you tell me?” they griped as they helped you pull your amniotic fluid-soaked pants down. They took a look between your legs, and sure enough there seemed to be a bulge and your hips were spreading. Your hand came to your tummy and felt it ripple with contractions.

“I didnt know either,” you whined, grunting and groaning. “Fuck, I just - I need this baby or whatever this is out of me.”

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!” you found yourself screaming as the baby’s head teased your vaginal opening, trying to push past your lips.

“P-push,” they encouraged reluctantly, a hand on your arched back as they hesitantly fell into the role of birth helper.

“Hurts, fuck, hurts so- so bad,” you panted, and all they could do was rub your back.

Every time you thought you were so close, with a scream of “it’s coming, it’s coming!” and an unmistakable feeling of a head stretching your pussy lips so wide they might tear, the baby just kept slithering back into your birth canal. This was about to be a long fucking night.

#pregnancy kink #labor kink #birth kink #birth rp #birth denial #giving birth #preggo kink #pregnant #pregnancy #labor denial

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plspush · 11 months

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As mentioned, Caleb on Halloween <3😳<3

His favorite day is Halloween. His own birthday is in October, and he's an all around spooky kinda guy. His and Aiden's best friends (Jax and Maiya) are throwing their usual crazy halloween party, and Caleb insists he is absolutely fine. He wouldn't miss his favorite day for anything, especially when it's *totally* just "practice ones or something." He scrunches his face putting his costume on, knowing if his water were to break it'd be so easily visible, and also pretty difficult to take off by himself. He shows up with his partner and has fun, taking shots of water when everyone else is getting wasted, playing drinking games, hearing good music, horror movies playing in the background. Aiden is drunk, at Caleb's insistence that "everything is fine" and that he should "have some fun before the baby arrives." Caleb's cramps are building, and annoyingly the practice contractions are sticking around longer than usual. He doesn't want to halt the fun or make a scene, so he takes some time for himself on the couch, laying down and slowing his breathing. He watches Halloween (fitting) while he tries to relax, and eventually raises concern from Aiden and Jax. Rubbing his shoulder, Aiden asks Caleb what's up. "Nothing, I'm okay." Caleb lies. He doesn't entirely know why he is concealing this-- they should probably get to the birthing center or call their midwife or something. His nerves are building up, and his discomfort is steadily rising. He's in pain. "Cay, you are looking kinda rough over there," Jax says. Caleb takes a breath. "I'm okay, r-really." He smiles up at the two of them. The party rages on around the three, and no one is really paying attention to them. "I just need to rest. I'm like, overdue pregnant and I've been helping set this party up all day. I'm just relaxing. My back hurts." And totally nothing else hurts.

The two of them reluctantly tell him okay, and that they'll come check up on him in a little bit before leaving his side. Caleb huffs and holds his round tummy as another contraction hits, this one even worse.

The party continues, and two hours later Caleb finds himself in the laundry room, wanting some peace, quiet, and privacy.

"Come on, there's no way this is happening right noowww..." He moans while bent over the washing machine. He waves his hips to ease the pain, swaying slowly. He hums low, and grunts as another contraction hits. It hurts SO much more than before. He spends another twenty minutes like this, battling four contractions. Then it hits him. Four. In twenty minutes. That's five minutes apart. "Fuck."

He slides down the side of the machine to sit on the rug with his legs apart. His skeleton costume is tight and fitting, but stretchy, and allows him to spread wide apart with his big belly jutting out in front of him. He just needs a bit of room to spread apart. Probably no reason at all.

His body clenches with the next contraction, feeling pressure. His big belly is hanging pretty low actually....... Much lower than it was just a few hours ago. Pressure. "Oh god."

He fumbles with shaky hands for his phone when he comes to the realization of the situation he's put himself into. He notices missed texts from Aiden, asking if he is just in the bathroom or if he is just resting somewhere. Another text comes in, [I'm just gonna com3 loiking for you if I don;t hear back from you soon, okat babe?]

Caleb responds with shaky fingers. [You were rright. I'm in llaundry rm, comme NOW.] He whimpers to himself, not looking forward to the next contraction.

Aiden comes clambering in with Maiya and Jax in tow. Caleb is grunting and moaning, clutching his belly with both hands on the floor. He lets out a scream he had been holding in for what felt like forever.

"Babe!" Aiden sobers up almost fully at the sight, dropping to his knees to reach Caleb. "Oh my god, are you okay?1" He borderline screeches. Maiya hurriedly asks if they should call for an ambulance, or the midwife. Caleb shakes his head violently, feeling the most intense pain he hadn't been feeling previously. A low, pressure-filled pain. An almost white, searing pain.

"N-no... time..." He answers between gasps. He reaches down to feel a slight bulge forming behind the fabric of his clothing...

#should I finish this soon?#omfg #like this is so hot wtf. I know I drew/wrote it but still wtf <3.<3 #pregnancy kink #birth kink #labor kink #belly kink #preggo kink #mpreg #trans mpreg #tmpreg #labor denial #clothing birth #sorta :)#my art #my writing #caleb #caleb and aiden

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donotpush · 1 year

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Birth Advent Calendar 22 - Day 2

Linda shifted. By her side, her husband seemed absorbed in Pastor's Jeff discourse.

Her lips hurt from how hard she was biting them.

If being overdue and pregnant in summer was hard enough, being overdue, heavily pregnant and in labor in a church with no AC was the true hell she would heard talk about in church.

An awful night of sleep followed by an uncomfortable morning with an aching back didn't keep her from going to church, like every Sunday. She thought maybe it was just summer and pregnancy, maybe those weren't contractions.

Now she was more than sure.

But so she did put on one of her last sundresses that still fit and got into the cramped and awful car.

The pastor was preaching about sin and sinners, and Linda was only half listening to the words and half staring at the time on her watch. Inside her, there was a hope that she could finish listening to the sermon and head to the hospital, or at least somewhere where she could somewhat give birth in a more decent place.

God, even her car seemed like a better idea than the church.

She tried to remain straight in the bank, to remain still and to focus all her devoted attention on the Pastor's words, but the weight of her baby getting lower and lower on her hips was quite distracting.

Her hands left the bible to reach under her gravid, contracting, belly, breathing through her nose as she rubbed.

Cheating wasn't technically a sin, lust was. Pastor Jeff tested her faith, and she failed.

She had a moment of weakness, betraying her marriage and her family, and now the consequences of her actions was hanging low and tight in front of her and between her legs.

Linda was completely sure that Pastor Jeff knew what was going on—since the moment she started to show his eyes couldn't leave her body, he grew even more fond and protective of her.

No one questioned her when she stayed at the church for hours, always with some excuse at hand, and when she announced it, everyone congratulated her husband.

They should have congratulated Pastor Jeff.

"Oh, Lord…" Linda whined lowly, moving her hips forward as another contraction took over her.

By her side, her husband shot her a side glance. His hand moved to her thigh, gripping harshly to keep her still.

"Honey…" leaning against his ear, Linda breathed through gritted teeth, "I think we should head to the hospital now."

Her husband's grip on her leg tightened, and he didn't even bother to turn to face her when he spoke. "We'll leave when the sermon is done."

"But…"

"We'll leave when the sermon is done."

Sweat dripped down her back, and she was sure Jeff knew what was going on. The Pastor's eyes moved from the bible in front of him to her huge belly, staying there more than necessary, before they travelled to meet with her husband.

Linda was sure both men shared a sneaky smirk.

***

Thank God she was at the very front because the wet patch that stained her sundress and the amniotic fluid that dropped down her legs would definitely get some raised eyebrows from the church ladies.

Linda held a moan, forcing her legs to press against each other tightly. The baby's head was coming down her birth canal fast and surely.

Every contraction made her feel so nauseous and she had to clench her teeth to stop herself from screaming. There was a primal urge to push forming in the back of her mind that she wasn't so sure how much more she could ignore.

"And now...." Pastor Jeff said loudly, smiling at Linda's discomfort, but Linda didn't smile back.

"Thank God it's over..." Linda muttered to herself.

"... I want to invite one of our oldest members, Gladys, to come up here and share some words" Pastor Jeff continued.

The pastor turned around, nodding for Gladys to start.

Breathing through her mouth, trying to calm down, Linda stared as Gladys made her way to the front, slow as fuck, the better she could with her cane.

Good Lord, this was gonna last forever.

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"God is very serious about adultery" Pastor Jeff began, again. He paused, turning to look at Linda.

Her cheeks reddened. Both, because she was embarrassed by what they'd done, and because she was trying not to push.

A sharp pain hit her lower back and suddenly she was hunched over, holding her gravid stomach.

The baby was so low that it felt like it was about to be out of her any second. She didn't want that.

Her husband's hand gripped her arm, forcing her to sit upright again. Linda tried to close her legs again, moving a hand under her dress and into her panties.

Her fingers felt the baby's head as soon as she got there, stretching her lips. She hid a gasp, pressing her palm against her pussy to keep the head in place.

She couldn't give birth, not here, not now!

"Fuck!" She moaned as the head spread her lips, even more, threatening to come to a full crown.

Everyone turned to stare at her, giving her questioning glances. That baby was coming, no matter how much she tried to keep it from happening.

"Good God…!" She cried, feeling the head coming out against her hand.

With a scream, shutting her eyes and gripping at the bible in her hands, Linda pushed. The head came to a full crown into her panties, making Linda's leg shake as she pushed her hips forward, allowing herself to push.

Her head shook between Pastor Jeff and her husband in desperation, and she saw the lust in Pastor Jeff's eyes and the indifference in her husband's.

"Adam… help me, damn…!" She shouted, her body pushing against her wishes, the head still sliding into her panties.

"God takes cheating very seriously, Linda," Pastor Jeff continued, staring directly at her this time.

As much as she tried not to push, to no avail, her body was pushing with every contraction and the baby's head was suddenly out.

She couldn't hear his next words, using all her focus to pull her panties down and push.

"I think that you have learned your lesson this time. Next time, try to remain far away from those satanic practices!"

Linda heard the words and then she buckled her hips forward, moving down to a squat on the floor. The shoulders came out with a gush of fluid.

"Ughn... God!" Linda grunted, closing her eyes shut and pushing.

Under the shared smirk of her husband and Pastor Jeff, and the horrified gaze of the rest of the church, Linda screamed her baby out, saying in vain the name of the Lord many times.

#birth kink #pregnancy #birth denial #labor #pregnancy fantasy #fpreg #labor denial #birthadventcalendar22

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birthedstars · 5 months

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“The Duchy”

Birth Parlors are an extremely exclusive, and extremely underground business that have begun cropping up due to this advance in technology. There were little to no limits as to what could happen here…as long as you had the money. A patron could spend millions on customization in a single night on a single labor & birth experience or even a full package Impregnation experience. The amount of money this business made was unprecedented for such a taboo.

“The Duchy” was one of the most popular and untouchable Parlors in the business. As long as there were no bodies to bury, the doors stayed open and workers stayed employed.

Millie, A petite woman with pale skin and red hair, cries out in her room. She was a newer worker here and this was her first labor and birth. Her large belly quivers as her patron raises the intensity of the orgasm function on his remote.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" She said as she felt the pressure build in the base of her belly.

The man stroked his cock at the sight of the woman riding a dildo. "Yeah, pop for me, cmon!"

He specifically ordered to see an orgasmic labor and popping. That much Millie knew. Afterwards, a quick birth that he'd paid extra for Millie not to know about. Her entire body shook as she came and her waters burst around the thick dildo. She grasped her bump as it contracted hard.

“I-is there anything else you need sir?” Millie asked.

“Nah, part two is already starting,” the man groaned as he rubbed his cock.

Millie was about to ask what he meant, but a severe contraction took hold of her body. Her baby shot through her cervix as fast as lightning. Millie cried out and desperately hopped off the dildo, falling onto the room's couch. Instinctively, the young mother began pushing down on her unexpectedly fast coming baby.

“What did you order!” Millie shrieked as the big head forced open her tight pussy. Her whole body shook as the heavy babe spread her wide to the point she'd feel like she was going to tear.

Her pussy lips were drawn tightly around the head. The man smiled and jerked his cock as her labia strained to stay together. This is exactly what he'd paid millions for.

Kelcie, a more experienced birther next door, was groaning under the strain of labor and the need to cum.

Her body wasn't her own at this moment. It was this woman's, who rubbed her tits and throbbing clit endlessly.

“Let me give birth already,” Kelcie moaned softly. Her birth had been stalled at full crown for nearly an hour. Her affluent patron had her strapped up in a harness, legs spread and arms overhead for at least double that.

The woman caressed Kelcie's bump and tits hungrily with one hand and her fingers twisting Kelcies clit with the other.

“We still have so much time left, I want to savor you more,” the woman whispered.

Kelcie just let her head roll back and bear the brunt of the pain burning her pussy. Fluid squirted onto the ground around the big head. This wasn't the first time she had a birth stall, but god did she wish they'd turn off the pressure and pain sensitivity because it was maddening to push with no progress.

In a few rooms over, a group of white collar business men were hazing their new underling.

“We do this with all of the newbies, just gotta pump her full and enjoy the show,” one of the older guys said.

The young man stepped toward Zora, with his cock tenting through the zipper of his pants. Tense, he slowly thrusted his dick into Zora. His face scrunched as he felt her tight canal around him.

Zora trembled as the young man thrusted into her. It had to have been his first time with how hard he was trying not to cum within his first few thrusts. But it was no use, he came in huge, clearly pent up bursts of cum.

Zora had been pregnant before working at “The Duchy”, but she’d never experienced what was about to happen as the young man's seed took.

Her stomach bubbled, then began to swell. Swiftly and suddenly she felt her flat stomach rapidly grow from a pouch just below the navel to a giant round belly with a poked out belly button.

Zora's nails dug into the bed as the weight crashed onto her barely prepared body that still leaked cum. She gasped as her tits strained and leaked against her lingerie. Her legs flared out as the babe dropped into her pelvis. She groaned as her bump subtly twinged and movement fluttered beneath her palm.

Then, she felt a familiar pressure in the base of her taut stomach. Her stomach seized against her and then her waters burst onto the linen. Before she could process it, a huge head drove through her cervix.

“Too fast, too fast!” Zora shrieked.

As she cried out in pain, pushing on her rapidly grown baby, the salarymen jacked their dicks off at the sight of her. She pulled her legs back as the young man's baby quickly spread her pussy to a full crown. The burn encompassed her entire lower half.

Her back arched, poking her huge belly in the air. Zora shrieked as the huge babe popped out of her pussy in a rush of fluid. She fell into a heap on the bed, panting. The afterbirth didn't even have a chance to come out before the men started laughing and chatting again.The men then pushed another newbie forward.

In the basement, a large scale birth show was occurring. Dozens of patrons filled the seats, cheering and hollering as their entertainment spread their pussy wide for them.

Alex grasped their hands around the pole with a fully crowned head between their legs. Their low hanging belly, still full with three more babies, swayed stiffly as they bore down and sensually rotated their hips. They moaned in a showy manner despite their body dripping with sweat.

The patrons whistled as the quadruplet carrier slid up and down the pole. They pleasured themselves as fluid squirted around the shoulders and Alex moaned over the crowds clamoring. Their belly twisted and released in repetition until their first baby fell out of them, onto the cushioned floor of the stage.

The crowd shouted in celebration.

Alex's hand shot straight to their bump as one of the The Duchy employees gathered the child. The second baby was ready to make its rapid descent.

“Oh god, the second baby is comiiing!” Alex moaned into their mic. They slid down the pole and got onto their hands and knees. Their huge belly grazed the ground as they shook their ass. Soon after their waters burst for the second time in the night, making the crowd go wild.

Riley, “The Duchy"s owner watched from the box booth above the amphitheater as she rubbed her own swelling twin belly. She could hardly bear watching her beautiful workers have all of the fun. This was how she made her money and she wouldn't have it any other way.

But, she definitely needed to add some more new hands to the roster. People were becoming insatiable for new content. Time for a recruitment rally.

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birthingbigheads · 2 months

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come rub my belly, please

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mostlysignssomeportents · 6 months

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A taxonomy of corporate bullshit

Next Tuesday (Oct 31) at 10hPT, the Internet Archive is livestreaming my presentation on my recent book, The Internet Con.

There are six lies that corporations have told since time immemorial, and Nick Hanauer, Joan Walsh and Donald Cohen's new book Corporate Bullsht: Exposing the Lies and Half-Truths That Protect Profit, Power, and Wealth in America* provides an essential taxonomy of this dirty six:

https://thenewpress.com/books/corporate-bullsht

In his review for The American Prospect, David Dayen summarizes how these six lies "offer a civic-minded, reasonable-sounding justification for positions that in fact are motivated entirely by self-interest":

https://prospect.org/culture/books/2023-10-27-lies-my-corporation-told-me-hanauer-walsh-cohen-review/

I. Pure denial

As far back as the slave trade, corporate apologists and mouthpieces have led by asserting that true things are false, and vice-versa. In 1837, John Calhoun asserted that "Never before has the black race of Central Africa, from the dawn of history to the present day, attained a condition so civilized and so improved, not only physically, but morally and intellectually." George Fitzhugh called enslaved Africans in America "the freest people in the world."

This tactic never went away. Children sent to work in factories are "perfectly happy." Polluted water is "purer than the water that came from the river before we used it." Poor families "don't really exist." Pesticides don't lead to "illness or death." Climate change is "beneficial." Lead "helps guard your health."

II. Markets can solve problems, governments can't

Alan Greenspan made a career out of blithely asserting that markets self-correct. It was only after the world economy imploded in 2008 that he admitted that his doctrine had a "flaw":

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/show/greenspan-admits-flaw-to-congress-predicts-more-economic-problems

No matter how serious a problem is, the market will fix it. In 1973, the US Chamber of Commerce railed against safety regulations, because "safety is good business," and could be left to the market. If unsafe products persist in the market, it's because consumers choose to trade safety off "for a lower price tag" (Chamber spox Laurence Kraus). Racism can't be corrected with anti-discrimination laws. It's only when "the market" realizes that racism is bad for business that it will finally be abolished.

III. Consumers and workers are to blame

In 1946, the National Coal Association blamed rampant deaths and maimings in the country's coal-mines on "carelessness on the part of men." In 2003, the National Restaurant Association sang the same tune, condemning nutritional labels because "there are not good or bad foods. There are good and bad diets." Reagan's interior secretary Donald Hodel counseled personal responsibility to address a thinning ozone layer: "people who don’t stand out in the sun—it doesn’t affect them."

IV. Government cures are always worse than the disease

Lee Iacocca called 1970's Clean Air Act "a threat to the entire American economy and to every person in America." Every labor and consumer protection before and since has been damned as a plague on American jobs and prosperity. The incentive to work can't survive Social Security, welfare or unemployment insurance. Minimum wages kill jobs, etc etc.

V. Helping people only hurts them

Medicare will "destroy private initiative for our aged to protect themselves with insurance" (Republican Senator Milward Simpson, 1965). Covid relief is unfair to people that are currently in the workforce" (Republican Governor Brian Kemp, 2021). Welfare produces "learned helplessness."

VI. Everyone who disagrees with me is a socialist

Grover Cleveland's 2% on top incomes is "communistic warfare against rights of property" (NY Tribune, 1895). "Socialized medicine" will leave "our children and our children’s children [asking] what it once was like in America when men were free" (Reagan, 1961).

Everything is "socialism": anti-child labor laws, Social Security, minimum wages, family and medical leave. Even fascism is socialism! In 1938, the National Association of Manufacturers called labor rights "communism, bolshevism, fascism, and Nazism."

As Dayen says, it's refreshing to see how the right hasn't had an original idea in 150 years, and simply relies on repeating the same nonsense with minor updates. Right wing ideological innovation consists of finding new ways to say, "actually, your boss is right."

The left's great curse is object permanence: the ability to remember things, like the fact that it used to be possible for a worker to support a family of five on a single income, or that the economy once experienced decades of growth with a 90%+ top rate of income tax (other things the left manages to remember: the "intelligence community" are sociopathic monsters, not Trump-slaying heroes).

When the business lobby rails against long-overdue antitrust action against Amazon and Google, object permanence puts it all in perspective. The talking points about this being job-destroying socialism are the same warmed-over nonsense used to defend rail-barons and Rockefeller. "If you don't like it, shop elsewhere," has been the corporate apologist's line since slavery times.

As Dayen says, Corporate Bullshit is a "reference book for conservative debating points, in an attempt to rob them of their rhetorical power." It will be out on Halloween:

https://bookshop.org/a/54985/9781620977514

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/27/six-sells/#youre-holding-it-wrong

#pluralistic #corporate bullshit #lies #books #reviews #taxonomies #labor #denialism #consumerism #Nick Hanauer #Joan Walsh #Donald Cohen #history #object permanence #taking the right seriously

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ftm-udders · 14 days

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i have no idea how long i've been trapped in this tentacle's cave. i only went in to seek shelter from the rain, but it was a very enthusiastic host; taking off my soaked clothes, cradling my tired body with its limbs, massaging every inch of my sore body. and then, of course, it started working itself into my holes. i was so relaxed i hardly noticed the eggs being pumped into my womb until a small bump, maybe equivalent to a couple months of a normal pregnancy, appeared on my navel.

now, my belly has swollen dramatically, so heavy i look full term even though i'm sure its nowhere near nine months. i've been completely pampered, the tentacles alternating between cradling and caring for me, and fucking me so hard i see stars. no matter what though, they always keep my holes full. i've never been more content.

a dull ache in my abdomen stirs me out of my comfortable haze of having my clit lazily rubbed by one of the tentacles. it seems to notice my discomfort, and ups its efforts at pleasuring me. the sensations of the tentacle on my clit feel electrifying, the pleasure completely masking whatever was going on, and i find myself moaning loudly, arching my back into the monster as i make a pathetic attempt at rocking my hips. its impossible for me to actually move that much, the combination of the tentacles holding me and my egg filled belly weighing me down proving too much for my body to be able to move much at all.

the tentacles in my holes start slowly thrusting in and out of me, and its not long before my hole is clenching around them as i scream in pleasure, i'm so sensitive all the time now that it doesn't take much for me to cum, and when i do a flood of fluids gushes out of my constantly soaked pussy. the pressure in my navel is worse now, only barely overshadowed by the tentacles fucking me through my orgasm.

its only when my second orgasm comes and i can feel a weight going lower down my body that i realise whats happening. the pressure has only gotten worse, and i can feel my body urging me to push. i pant and moan as i attempt to bear down, but the tentacles still thrust deep into me, interrupting my attempts as they fuck me so hard i can't help but pause my efforts as my body clenches and shakes with pleasure. the feeling of being fucked by the tentacles mingles with the eggs attempted to force their way out, leaving me feeling more stretched and well fucked than i ever have before.

i reach my third orgasm screaming with the weight of both it and a contraction, struggling to push even as it feels oh so good. if it weren't for my bodies instincts urging me to get the eggs out, i could probably stay like this, at least for a little longer. but they're so heavy and have settled in my birth canal, uncomfortably stuck as they keep me stretched wide, visible bumps on my belly highlighting their progress. one more good contraction and push and i can feel it lower to where the tentacle has been fucking into me. maybe now it'll realise whats happening and leave my pussy? it doesn't, instead opting to thrust even deeper into me, pushing the egg it connected with (and the line of eggs behind it) back up into me. i scream as the furthest back one to have escaped my cervix gets pushed back through it, it's weight settling once again in my womb.

it feels like an eternity i stay like this, locked in a battle with my own body and the tentacle monster that molded my body to its own desires. everytime i manage to push the eggs down through my birth canal, the tentacle fucks them back into me.

i have no idea how long its been, i've had countless orgasms (no doubt the best orgasms i will ever have), i've seen the light fluctuate with the passing of days so many times i've lost count, i've completely lost the energy to push, letting my body go entirely limp as i succumb to the tentacles, the only thing allowing the eggs to make any progress being the contractions still wracking my body and forcing it to push.

if i wasn't so out of it, i could have cried with relief when the tentacle finally removed itself from my ruined hole, moving to rub my throbbing clit as my body shuddered through another contraction, one that was thankfully unimpeded by the tentacle. it still took some time to get them all the way down, i was still too tired to push and had to rely on my contractions and instincts, but i finally could feel the first egg started to crown in my pussy. it felt strange, i could feel myself bulging as another contraction came and pushed it forward even further. i gasped at the feeling of being stretched so wide and involuntarily clenched, holding the egg in place at what must have been its widest point. the tentacle started rubbing my clit gently, attempting to relax me, and another contraction soon came that allowed me to lay my first egg. i could only hope its siblings came easier

#nsft #ovi #ovipos #birth kink #giving birth #labor kink #birth denial #tentacles nsft #monster fucker #ftm nsft #ftm sub #nb nsft #nb sub #send dirty asks #send dirty dms #send dirty messages #tentacles

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dontpushbaby · 4 months

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You're sitting in my lap, arms slung around my neck, face buried into the curve of it. Your swollen stomach pressed against my own flat one, allowing me to feel your belly getting impossibly tense and tight as another contraction takes over you.

You moan desperately, squirming in pain. I can tell the urge to finally push is getting unbearable. But you try to be good, to hold back - you promised it. To ignore the burning pressure between your legs - your body is screaming at you to give in, to disobey me. But you won't, you're so good for me.

I know you want to push but not yet. Hold them in a little longer, baby.

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stupidlypregnant · 25 days

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Hi, I'm bunny 💞

I'm a submissive ftm trans boy (top surgery, on t, still a boypussy) and I'm looking for a dom that fills up my empty tummy with lots of baby bunnies.

My main kinks are pregnancy and labor/giving birth - the harder the better. Please make me uncomfortable, make me struggle. Birth denial is my biggest turn on 🥺

Kinks: pet play (bunny and puppy), cum control and edging, praise and humiliation, ownership, cockwarming, breeding and cumflation, crossdressing and lingerie, choking, public stuff, kidnapping, multiples pregnancy, big pregnant belly, belly rubs/massages, mild torture, mild belly abuse, lactation, being overdue, contractions, labor, sexual stuff during labor, giving birth, birth denial (restriction, plugging, labor suppressants, holding, pushing back in, corruption etc.) ...

Dislikes: minors, rape, nonconsensual sexual stuff, toilet stuff, vomit, early stages of pregnancy, extreme hyperpreg, rapid pregnancy, stuffing, unusual weight gain, vore, unbirth, furries, monsters, aliens, death, blood and gore, fantasy, lovey dovey happy stuff

My DM's and asks are open, please tell me what you wanna do to me 💖

My own stuff is tagged as #bunnyboywrites

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filled-babyboy · 4 months

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Should be stuck in labor for being such a naughty boy for daddy. Don’t push yet at all

No, no, Daddy ... I haven't been naughty at all, promise!! Please let me give birth, I need to give birth please 🥺🥺

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bunnypregg · 10 days

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Sorry for a bit of a wait, guys. I'm at home and- well. I'm finding it really difficult to get these damn clothes off. Fuck this hurts so bad-

I'm- just taking out the dildo- nothing else. I've still got to put the groceries away..

#clothed birth #birth denial #birthing kink #birth #giving birth #clothed labor #clothing birth #labor denial

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gravid-transluna · 17 days

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Same Boat

words: 1415

content: birth denial, fpreg

Danae would do anything for her partner. Their dates were always doting and private. With her menacing tattoos and biceps like knotted wood in her cuffed sleeves, she’d scared away any men looking to prey on her pretty little girlfriend. Even when she was pounding her with a thick strap, she always prioritized Leah’s preferences, made sure she was happy and drooling and sweetly stroked.

Their simultaneous pregnancies didn’t change anything. Danae was still Leah’s fiercest protector, even as her abs slackened and swelled, and her masculine body lost some of that refined muscle. Sure, it was a little hard to get around sometimes with that belly, but nothing Danae couldn’t handle.

When it came time for Leah’s labor, Danae did everything she could to make their home comfortable and relaxed. Candles, a hot bath.

“You didn’t have to go through the trouble,” Leah laughed, holding her own prominent swell.

She wore one of Danae’s old workout shirts and a slim pair of panties. The way the fabric stretched and slipped around her navel was an undeniable turn-on.

Danae smirked. “Anything for you, princess.”

She tried to avoid touching or stroking her own belly. For the past couple days it had been twinging with sympathetic contractions. She’d kept stoic through them, at pains to not stress Leah in any way before her birth.

The strongest contraction yet had Leah clinging to Danae, mousing her hands through her short locs. Their bellies were pressed together, both flexing, hard with contractions. Danae held Leah in her thick arms, bearing her own contraction soundlessly.

“Uhhhmf,” Leah groaned, sobbing. “There’s so much pressure, baby!”

“I know, baby,” Danae said, a little breathless. She massaged Leah’s overburdened back. “Breathe, now.”

“Ohhhh, oh, I CAN’T.”

Suddenly, fluid soaked both of their thighs. Leah’s legs trembled, weak and slender. Danae supported her, firmly grounded.

Danae left Leah squatting in the living room as she made her way to the kitchen, trying, failing to conceal her pronounced waddle. She returned with towels and dried the mess. On all fours, she suffered another contraction. What she hadn’t revealed to Leah was that not all the birthing fluid had come from her; Danae’s own water had broken. Her eyes widened slightly as her belly tensed beneath her—this contraction was accompanied by the strong urge to push.

Fortunately, Danae was stronger. She gritted her teeth and mopped up the rest of the puddle as the urge pounded through her. Every muscle in her body surged with effort and willpower.

Leah grunted. “I gotta push, baby! Oh, shit! I gotta push so bad!”

“Urgh. Hold it in,” Danae said through gritted teeth. She was speaking to herself just as much as she was speaking to her girlfriend. Sweat beaded at her temple. “Hold it in. Gotta check you first.”

Leah closed her eyes, managed through it with panty grunts. Her legs were permanently spread in a deep squat now. As though a switch had been flipped, she suddenly began to remove her shirt, hiking it up over her belly, then her head. Fully nude, her body glistened. She glimmered in a haze, heavy and feminine.

Danae was overcome with the same desire to strip, broiling in heat, her body sensing the closeness of the baby in her canal. She resisted, remaining in her tight undershorts and sports bra.

Danae positioned the towel under Leah, though her own knees were sore and could have used some relief. She painstakingly braced herself on one knee, dropped stomach resting heavily on her broad thigh.

“God,” Leah breathed, head thrown back. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” Danae said, quickly checking her. “I’ve got you.”

Her pussy was familiar as ever, as was Danae’s fingers inside her. She felt Leah’s slick vaginal walls clamp down on them.

“Ooh, I gotta push!” Then, squeezing— “Gotta—I’m PUSHINGGGG! Mmmfgh!”

“You’re good, baby,” Danae said, removing her fingers. She was still kneeling as Leah squatted deeply before her, bottom thrust in her face. Danae’s belly went hard again, as though encouraged by Leah’s furious pushing. Her face snarled and twisted, piercings raising and she flared her gums. The urge to push washed over her again.

Not yet, she thought. Don’t push yet.

Despite her efforts, her body was beginning to bear down against her will, slowly inching the baby through her canal.

Somewhere, dimly in her mind, Danae was in wonder. We’re feeling the same urges, the same stretch, the same weight. It was as though their bodies were one.

Eventually, Leah’s perineum began to bulge, red and irritated, then the head slipped into her pussy.

“Ooh!” She cried. The head was spreading her cheeks.

“Ugh,” Danae grunted. “Good—hrgh—good girl.”

She cupped the head. Birthing fluids spurted and dripped around it as Leah squatted into another groaning push, forcing the head to a full crown.

The sound of relief as Leah pushed was too much. Under Leah’s din, Danae quietly succumbed to her own body. She pressed her lips together, straining, giving in. Her powerful push immediately thrust the baby down between her hips. God, the head was huge. Leah’s hips had widened over the course of her pregnancy, something Danae had delighted in, but her own pelvis remained somewhat narrow, barely wide enough now for the coming head. Danae couldn’t worry about hospitals or stuck heads now, though. Even as she bore down against her tightly wedged baby, she kept her hand on Leah’s crowning pussy as the baby slowly parted and bulged her lips, spreading her open. Leah moaned, bending her knees, scrabbling for any bit of leverage. The skin of her pussy grew taut, an enraged red, then almost white. She would tear if it ripped through any further.

“Baby, you gotta—shi-i-it—you gotta slow down,” Danae demanded between her own pushing.

“I CAN’T, I can’t!!” Leah howled, so Danae pressed back into the crown, gently holding it in place as Leah pushed uncontrollably.

At the same time, Danae heaved with a huge, forceful push. Her well-muscled body exerted like a machine. She finally let loose a deep groan as she bore down, and the baby creaked and opened her pelvis. A wet bulge grew in her undershorts. They tightly contained the crown. Held fast, Danae and Leah were in the same boat.

“Let it come, ohhhh, please let it come out,” Leah was moaning.

Her pussy was stretching properly now, the blood returning to its color, and only at the end of her push did Danae realize this. She cursed herself, guilty for forgetting Leah for even a moment. She eased the counterpressure from her hand, and Leah screamed the head out.

“Check—ing—cord,” Danae gasped.

“Hurry,” Leah panted, mouth open, lolling her head.

Danae held her own pussy as she checked with one hand. Her undershorts were working in her favor for the time being, preventing the trickling crown from growing any wider.

“You’re good, mama,” she grunted. “Push our baby out now.”

Leah shuddered as the shoulders rotated. She shouted, and with a douse of birthing fluids the baby slipped into Danae’s waiting hands.

“Holy—shit, mama!”

Leah sank to her knees and took the baby, cradling. She looked up at Danae tenderly, smiling tiredly as their baby began to suckle.

Her eyes widened.

Danae had raised herself from her knees to a solid squat, thighs tensing, shorts tented with a crowning head. Her belly thrust hard on her midsection, and milk stained her sports bra. Even as she bore down like a warrior, she’d never looked more proud.

Then her eyes met Leah’s. She managed a smirk. “Guess it’s my turn now, huh?”

#fpreg #giving birth #birth denial #labor kink #birth kink #pregnant kink #fxf romance #dom/sub dynamics

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