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hush-writes-preg · 7 months
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Spooky request to have a big werewolf partner that has a knot Ive been craving, amd begging to finally take so he can breed me with as many pups as he can. It certainly does the trick and almost nine months later I'm swelled out with six squirming werewolf puppies but still begging to get raided by my werewolf who finds my state too arousing to resist, as he tries to put another litter in me
You've never been able to say no to your mate. You have a big werewolf partner who has a knot you've been craving, and you've been begging for him to finally give it to you so he can breed you with as many pups as he can. The knot certainly does the trick, and almost nine months later, you're massively swollen with six squirming werewolf puppies but still begging to get fucked senseless by your werewolf.
Your mate isn't about to pass up the chance to fuck you while you're carrying his pups, and he's happy to corner you in his den and use your body for his pleasure.
The only problem is that there's no way he's going to be satisfied with one or two rounds.
No, your mate knows what's good for you.
Firelight flickers over the sweat-slick skin of your bloated form while he holds your thighs spread and thrusts roughly between them. God, the feel of him is enough to send your eyes rolling back in your head. He's so thick, and you can feel the dense bulge of his knot already threatening to force its way into your hole.
His dick's going to be pumping his seed into your body all night long, all while his litter squirms within your massive, swollen belly.
And when morning comes, the cycle will start over again.
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bethelctpride · 3 months
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dedusmuln · 5 months
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yeah you support trans people but are you normal about trans men who choose to get pregnant
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reasonsforhope · 6 months
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"Glamour UK launched its digital June Pride cover this week featuring a pregnant transgender man. 
The cover features transgender activist and author Logan Brown standing topless with a suit painted over his chest and his pregnant belly on full display. 
“I am a transgender pregnant man and I do exist, so no matter what anybody says, I literally am living proof,” Brown told the magazine. 
Glamour UK, an online women’s magazine published by Condé Nast, launched its Pride cover issue on Thursday, coinciding with the start of LGBTQ Pride month. The magazine has previously showcased prominent figures in the LGBTQ community, such as Grammy-award winning artist Kim Petras and "Queer Eye" cast member Antoni Porowski.
This year’s issue “celebrates the allyship between women (cisgender or not) and transgender people through our shared experiences — in particular pregnancy, healthcare and childbirth,” the magazine explained.
The cover interview, which was conducted two weeks before Brown, 27, gave birth to his daughter, Nova, recounts the cover star’s experience with an unexpected pregnancy and navigating the medical system as a trans man...
Despite the backlash, the cover star expressed his desire to educate those who may hold misconceptions about transgender individuals.
Brown shared with Glamour that he is working on a children’s book and an autobiography that highlights his pregnancy, and hopes it will serve as a resource for other transgender people. 
He added that he would also like the book to reach people who aren’t transgender but “are curious and want to know about the situation,” referring to trans pregnancy."
-via ABC News, June 2, 2023
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Especially heartening to see this coming out of the UK, given the dramatic rise in transphobia and TERFism there the past few years.
Right now, it can be a really stressful and heartbreaking time to be trans. Widespread change takes time that it often feels like we don't have. But we're here, and we will always be here, and despite what it may feel like, we have made unbelievable amounts of progress in the last 20 years alone.
I promise you this: the transphobes are going to lose.
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My mirror adds ten pounds
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aimpreg · 5 months
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puppygrldrool2 · 2 months
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sorry my pussy throbbed like that when you asked if i wanted you to fuck a baby into me and make me a mommy haha lol idk why that happened
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totallyveryallosexual · 3 months
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Thirteen year old me: I don't really get what the big deal with virginity is. If I never had sex I don't think I would mind. Why do people seem to care so much?
Current me:
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hush-writes-preg · 7 months
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Spooky Season Day #6: An Unholy Tome
Your father had always warned you of the danger of reading, but you'd never taken him seriously until this very day.
You're the young monarch of a small kingdom deep within the mountains. You'd been married to a king over a decade your senior as a way to solidify political alliances, and while your relationship was cordial, it'd never been particularly warm. The king seemed to hold little interest in members of your gender, but he still came to your bed like clockwork with the clinical intent to sire an heir. You endured it, because what other choice did you have? He had staff to cater to all of your whims and was never unkind, so you could have done much worse.
But still, you couldn't help but feel... neglected. You had needs, even if you didn't fully understand them, and no one with which to explore or satisfy them.
At least, not until you found the book.
Tucked in among your wedding gifts had been a slim volume wrapped in gilded leather, filled with strange things. You couldn't read the text, but the illustrations-- oh, those illustrations. Fantastic creatures of every size and shape were drawn in exquisite detail, not a single aspect missing the artist's trained eye.
It felt scandalous to gape at the familiar yet still alien shapes of their genitalia, but no matter how many times you slammed the book shut in mortification and hid it away, you always dug the tome back out. You always returned to a select handful of the pages, wondering why they made you feel so warm. If only you had someone to ask-- but as the king's foreign consort, you didn't have anyone you could trust with such an intimate query.
Then the dreams began.
And you quickly came to realize what that strange heat meant.
The monsters invaded your dreams like the fabled barbarians of the plains, swift and brutal. They chased you like a wolf hunting a rabbit, harrying your nude form through endless torch-lit corridors and toying with you until you could run no more. But instead of tearing out your throat, they flipped you onto your hands and knees. The horrible realization of what they intended crashed over you and choked off your cries of terror, leaving you frozen and trembling.
One of them mounted you like a beast on the hard stone floor. Thick shafts, tentacles, and appendages you couldn't even name flowed over your body with possessive intent, enveloping and fondling you in ways you'd never been touched before. Terror began to fuse with other things you couldn't name, similar to what you'd felt when gazing at that filthy book: heat, hunger, and a baffling emptiness between your thighs. Even while claws scraped over your skin, you wanted... you wanted...
"Accept us," a discordant voice rose from nowhere, countless voices layered over one another and ringing in your ears. Something nudged purposefully against your hole, teasing you with a taste of what your tormenter offered without truly entering you. Something hot and wet stroked its way down your neck until it curled around a nipple, plucking at the hardening nub until you whimpered. "Your body pleases us. Welcome us in, and we will overwhelm you with the kind of pleasure you'll never receive from your own kind."
You choked on a sob, your hips jerking instinctively back to meet the promised intrusion even as you shook your head. This wasn't right. You're married, and you had undeniable responsibilities to your husband and kingdom. Not to mention the fact that this thing at your back wasn't even human--
The shaft kissing your hole pulsed and began to vibrate, the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head.
"This is only a dream, little human," the voice taunted, its appendages winding even more closely around you. "There's no harm in indulging in a simple fantasy, is there?"  There was a hint of menace behind the voices, sure, but it only seemed to stoke the flames in your belly even higher as your willpower began to melt away. "All you have to do is let us in."
Your hole clenched around nothing, eager to suck in anything that would fill it. You'd never felt like this before, and you didn't know how to handle the sensations crashing over you. How could such horrifying monsters make your body burn so hot?
What am I accepting?
Do I even care?
With a moan, you hesitantly spread your thighs in silent permission to the creature.
"Accept. Us."
"Yes," you whimpered, dropping your face to the floor in shameful submission. "Enter me. Ease this ache inside of me before I go mad, please!"
The beast's savage roar of victory nearly made you empty your bladder, but the sudden thrust of something impossibly hard and thick into your aching body immediately drove the fear away. The hulking creature wasted no time in fucking your soft, pampered body into the flagstone floor with all of the abandon of a wild animal. All you could do was hang on and take it. And when it finally finished inside of you, the sudden surge of wet heat painting your insides sent you tumbling over the edge of your very first orgasm.
Oh gods. Oh gods. This dream... sex couldn't possibly feel so good, could it? Pleasure that wiped your mind and left you feeling like you'd transcended to another plane of existence?
Sweaty, dazed, and leaking fluids from your freshly-fucked hole, all you could do was watch as the next creature moved to take its place at your back. Something cooler and more flexible slid into your sloppy hole this time, knobby protrusions along the length catching on the rim before popping inside. And how many more beasts waited along the edges of your vision for their turn?
Oh.
As the bumped shaft started to find its own rough rhythm, you deliriously found yourself hoping that this dream would never end.
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It's been over seven months since your first experience with the dreams, and as promised, they fill your nights with untold pleasure. But there's been an unexpected complication.
You've fallen pregnant.
Your husband's kingdom is ecstatic with the news of the coming heir, his family embracing you with more kindness and attention than they ever have before. Your spouse is pleased, though he stopped bedding you the moment your condition became known.
Not that you mind. His disinterested late-night fumbling bores you; you'd much rather drift off to sleep and find satisfaction in the coils and claws of your imaginary lovers.
But as your pregnancy progresses, you can't help but wonder what has spawned in your womb. It seems foolish to imagine that the father could possibly be anyone but your husband, right? In reality, you've only ever entertained the king's attentions. The monsters aren't real. They haven't actually filled you with their seed, no matter how often they've left you sore and bloated from the sheer volume they've poured into you during your fantasies. You can't have been bred by figments of your imagination.
Yet still you find yourself plagued by apprehension. Your belly grows with unexpected speed, filling out into a taut sphere that hangs heavily from your frame. Your mother-in-law is sure this means you carry more than one child and begins taking every opportunity she can to rub your abdomen. This embarrasses you, but you don't feel like you can tell her no.
The midwife isn't as sure; she cautions your in-laws that you could just be carrying large for your first pregnancy. You can tell that she is puzzled by how quickly you've grown, since she's been attending you since your wedding in hopes of helping you conceive. At least you get along well, and she seems to be genuinely on your side. The last thing you need is someone suspecting you of trying to cuckold the king.
Because as much as logic dictates that such thoughts are foolishness, you still struggle against disquiet.
Maybe it is borne of guilt for being unfaithful to your husband, at least in your mind.
Maybe it has to do with the obvious pleasure that the dream-creatures take in fucking your gravid royal form.
Or maybe it is because of the way your belly sometimes moves, writhing and shifting like a bag full of eels. The baby's just active, right? It's not like you could possibly be carrying the offspring of some unnatural monster in your womb.
Of course not.
(A Spooky Season story.)
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viejo-yaoi · 3 months
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LUCIFER EN LA DULCE ESPERA 🍎🍎🍎🐤🐤🐤
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Supe hace días sobre el tema del supuesto comentario de Viziepop sobre Lucifer y la idea de que él fue el que trajo al mundo a Charlie y, más allá de que parece que no es cierto que lo dijo, me quedó la idea dando vueltas.
Por favor, no lo tomen a mal. Por las características de Lucifer se me hizo super tierna la idea y como alguien que gusta del buen mpreg (nada de omegaverse y esas cosas pero está bien si a ti te gusta) no pude evitar dedicarle un dulce arte.
Espero que les guste.
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tummy-bump-king · 1 year
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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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pink-amphibian · 1 month
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You deserve to be used by a whole pack of daddy doms who pass you around their party and pump you full of hot cum until your tummy buldges
gosh anon, you read my mind!! I'd love to be used like a total pup to a bunch of daddy doms, all my holes used and abused until im totally bred and knocked up by em!
Do hope u send more..
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enbycrip · 4 months
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We’ve seen it everywhere. But it’s incredibly important that this is seen, discussed and accepted in academic discourse for a whole bunch of reasons.
The misogynist idea that AFAB and AMAB bodies are fundamentally very different and that AFAB bodies are fundamentally inferior is putting up a huge fight atm.
It’s not only “gender criticals”, though they are a big part of this and transphobia is one of the big battlegrounds of it. It’s also the anti-choice stuff rolling across the US trying to define any body capable of pregnancy as having its primary function being a vessel for foetuses.
And to do that you need to play up the idea that those bodies are fundamentally very different, and that AFAB bodies are fundamentally “intended” for pregnancy and birth. Enforcing this fake history where AFAB lives were entirely defined by pregnancy, birth and child-rearing is a weapon in that, and exposing it as ideological rather than evidence-based is *incredibly* fucking important.
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This *doesn’t* mean that we should stop pointing out the fundamentally ridiculous nature of considering hunting as important as it is painted in popular culture when most studies consider that 80% minimum of “hunter-gatherer” societies’ food is foraged. It’s a fundamentally Victorian construct that considers “hunting is the active, ‘masculine’ work so therefore it must be the *real* work of a society”, no matter how much evidence is found that foraging was far more fundamental to survival.
It is *so* important to keep on emphasising the constructed nature of not only human gender, but gendered structures in human societies.
There is this huge sociopolitical push from “conservative” religious and cultural forces all over the planet rn to push the idea that certain social structures - fundamentally misogynist ones - are somehow “innate”, “inherent” and “natural”.
Hence the push to attack trans people in particular. We put the lie to so many of their cherished myths just by existing. We are living magic - the proof of human fluidity; the living potential for change; the living promise that things Don’t Have To Be This Way.
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peachplums · 8 days
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The queer need to hold her and pet her pregnant belly as she labors. Kissing her softly, telling her what a good job she's doing, being such a good girl for me. A hand between her legs keeping her progress nice and slow
She's waited months for this, begged to be bred full. I need to make sure she feels every second of this
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I can't seem to keep button-ups on for long...
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aimpreg · 3 months
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Guess he blew one whistle too many...
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