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thefullwomb · 2 months
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Joy had to admit it to herself: she'd gone a bit overboard. But, in her defense, this wasn't something she'd thought possible. She stroked the ever swelling orb of her belly as she thought back over the past few years.
She'd come out to her parents in high school. Joy, then Jared, was lucky enough to have parents who supported her transition. They paid for vocal coaches and hormone therapies and even covered the cost of her top and bottom surgeries as an eighteenth birthday present. As her body changed, she felt more and more at home in her skin with each passing day. But, there was still something missing.
Medical science could do so much for her, but there was one thing that felt tantalizingly out of reach: pregnancy. Joy wanted to be filed to the brim with growing life. She wanted to feel her body swell achingly full and gravid. She dreamed and fantasized about it almost ceaselessly.
She was browsing social media one night when she stumbled on a post about a pregnant Trans woman. It mentioned a doctor who had implanted a womb and ovaries that had enabled her to get pregnant with twins. The only drawback was that the babies had to be delivered by C- section, but that was a small price to pay.
Joy was immediately searching Google for the doctor from the article. It turned out he was not only easy to get ahold of but also looking for a new patient. Less than a month later, Joy was recovering from her surgery. She couldn't keep her hands off of her still flat belly as she marveled at what was yet to come.
Joy didn't have a significant other, or anyone in particular, she wanted to knock her up. Instead, she decided to let fate decide and began sleeping with just about anyone who gave her a second look. There was something so primal about being bred over and over again for the exclusive purpose of getting impregnated. It didn't even take two full months before she had a positive pregnancy test in hand.
Over the next nine months, she reveled in her swelling body. Every ache, kick, and stretch mark was nearly orgasmic. Her first ultrasound left her speechless as the monitor revealed triplets growing big and healthy within her. With each day, she swelled bigger and rounder and more gravid, but where most people would increasingly desperate to give birth, Joy didn't want this to end. Her due date came and went, and she hadn't scheduled a C-section.
At eleven months pregnant with triplets could barely move. Every kick and movement from her overdue brood stimulated her overly sensitive body to the edge of orgasm. Nearly every moment was nearly mind melting bliss. The few lucid hours she had were when her babies slept within her. She had far exceeded even her wildest fantasy, and she was only growing bigger.
A huge thanks to @owningbiggirl for letting me use her picture!
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hyperpregmacy · 17 days
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"Huff, to think that I'm only 7 months in...."
Hello! Another infrequent belly post! I had a lotta fun with this!
(For those wondering, my how-to tutorial is what made this belly as big as it is)
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switchintosex96 · 4 months
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baileyjayy1 · 22 days
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If I unveil this present 🎁 will you suck it?🍆
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uncanny-tranny · 1 year
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I think this topic is underdiscussed in the trans community, so I'd like to talk about it.
It's okay for trans people to mourn that some of us don't have the option to have children the way we'd like to. It is okay if a trans woman mourns that she is unable to become pregnant, for example, and there is no reason to shame her for how she feels. Equally, I think it can be inappropriate to tell us that there are other options besides "traditional" means of conception, like adoption. We know that there are other options, and that isn't the point.
I go back and forth on if I even want to be a father, and in both mindsets, I mourn that I don't have all the options I want to have children. It sucks. It really, really sucks. And it's hard to accept that this isn't my fault or my body's fault. That's the hardest part for me. But whether or not it's hard to accept, it isn't my fault - it isn't your fault, either, if you feel the same ways I do. Our bodies and our selves aren't the problem. We are not broken because we don't have all the options we'd like.
No matter how you feel about this topic, just know... you aren't a problem or a burden. No matter what your journey looks like, happiness and fulfillment can be found, eventually.
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hush-writes-preg · 3 months
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The train is packed, and your large, pregnant belly is trapped amongst countless other bodies in the crowd when you first feel the hand.
It's subtle at first, just barely brushing against your backside as if to test your reaction. You know you should feel outraged that someone would dare touch a stranger on the train, let alone a pregnant one, but their fingers are gentle, and you're honestly starved for contact. So you don't say anything. You keep your gaze fixed firmly ahead, silently waiting to see what they will do next.  
The stranger wastes no time in growing bolder, the hand sliding over the curve of your ass and rubbing it almost appreciatively. They shift from one cheek to the other, cautiously testing the shape of it before giving your bottom a careful squeeze.  
It's enough to steal the breath from your lungs. Who are they? You know you should be protesting, should be drawing away, should be calling them out for the impropriety, but it feels so good. As shameful as it is to admit it, you don't want them to stop.  
So you keep standing there, your arms wrapped protectively around your swollen abdomen, and continue letting them fondle you.
It takes everything you've got not to cry out when that hand dips between your legs, cupping you where you so desperately want to be touched. No one's touched you like this since the night you got knocked up, and your body craves pleasure like your lungs crave air. You can feel the flush creeping up your neck and face when their fingers start to move, following the line of your growing arousal before beginning to stroke you right through your trousers.  
You lose track of the crowd, of the stops, of the lurching motions of the train. All you can think about is the way those fingers are pleasuring you right here in the open while you have no idea who they belong to.  
You want to lean back into them and breathlessly beg them to keep going. You want to unbuckle your trousers and let them slide their hands beneath the fabric to touch you directly. You want to invite them back to your place to finish the job, to bend you over your bed and pound your greedy hole until you can't see straight to make up for all these sexless months. 
You want--
The train jerks to a stop at what can only be the main station. The hand between your legs tries to draw away as the crowd begins to disperse, but you instinctively squeeze your legs together to trap it in place. "My stop's next," you frantically whisper, hoping against hope that they can hear you over the din. "Follow me home? Please?"
There's no verbal response, but those glorious fingers begin moving again, and that's good enough for now. 
You can't help but let out a soft whimper, spreading your thighs just a little bit farther apart. This definitely isn't the best decision you've ever made, but right now, you don't know if you can be bothered enough to care.  
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thefullwomb · 3 months
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iciclesses · 4 months
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cw breeding/pregnancy kink, transfem Price, Price x Ghost
There is something about transfem Price that is so sacred to me. Transfem Price and her gaggle of boys who continue to give her headaches but they suddenly now are struggling to keep their eyes from lingering.
She's growing softer, her hair growing longer and softer too. She works out extra hard to make sure she keeps that muscle definition, that bulk, but the softness still takes over beautifully. That horrible, tempting time when she's not sure if her tits are big enough for a bra but they have certainly changed enough that the little growth and puffy nipples can be seen through a shirt- hell on earth for all her men gagging for her in the gym.
Ghost getting used to his girl's changing body and loving watching her discover herself more along the way <3 Fucking her softly from behind while holding her soft sides, her fat belly, whispering in her ear how she smells so good, "must be fertile, Captain, you can't hide that from me." Telling her he'll make sure this one takes, that he'll take good care of her the whole time, they could take leave together and fuck day and night. It's kinky, it's hot, but Price feels tears pricking her eyes even as she cums with a cry. Ghost was telling her, 'I love you. I'll always be here for you. I'm yours, you're mine'.
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violetrayne88 · 4 months
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Me with my future BF
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peachplums · 3 months
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Oh to run my fingers down the stretchmarks covering someones belly, knowing I'm the one that did that to them. Gentle touches, kisses, pets, all over the parts of their body changing to carry my child
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