Mid-20s, FtM| Just kinda here being horny and vibing Mainly a birth fetish account, but with a healthy sprinkling of Whatever Else I Like and Find Hot
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In-cog-neat-hoe - Birth N Stuff - Tumblr Blog
Love when a crown is so intense that mom has the urge to close her legs, but that won’t help her
Kate began to feel the pain of contractions. Every minute the contractions got stronger. She could only wait until the dilated was 10cm.
Finally the time came for her to give birth. The baby was so big that it was very difficult to get it out. She continued to scream in pain because she couldn't hold it in. With a strong push the baby finally came out..
This is absolutely fascinating - thank you, horny nerds in my phone!!
Survey Results pt. 2
Sorry about the wait, I had a six day work week.
Please Note: Many respondents said they weren't sure of the cause of their fetish, and could only offer suggestions. So again, some of these answers are guesses on the part of participants, and should be taken with a grain of salt.
Also, a couple of these graphs are breakdowns by percentage, these are indicated with a '(%)' next to the title
Reported Causes of Respondents' Fetish (%)
*Most respondents who said their fetish stemmed from encountering a pregnant person were young children at the time, a handful were teens. None were adults. Most pointed to pregnant grade school teachers and family members. Only a few cited complete strangers.
*"always had it" refers to respondents who claimed they had an unusual interest in pregnancy for as long as they could remember. Some of these cases started as a more general interest in large/round bellies that later crystalized into an interest with pregnancy.
*"kink osmosis" refers to those who developed their pregnancy fetish through other similar/connected fetishes.
*"didn't know" refers to those who claimed to not know (obviously) and offered no suggestions or guesses.
*"association of pregnancy with sex" refers mainly to those who first made the connection between pregnancy and sex in their childhood/early teens. Things like the first picture of a naked woman they ever saw being of a pregnant woman, leading them to subconsciously associate pregnancy with sex/sexuality.
*"playing pretend" refers to those who reported developing the fetish after playing pretend (either with dolls or with friends) as young children. NOT TO BE confused with those who claimed they would explore their interest/fetish through play, but didn't actually derive it from said play.
Types of Fetishes Which led to the Development of the Respondent's Pregnancy Fetish
*Many cited just a belly kink without going into further detail
Kink Osmosis (When Developed) Breakdown (%)
*As expected, only a small minority of respondents who cited kink osmosis as the source of their pregnancy fetish reported developing their pregnancy fetish during childhood.
*People who developed their pregnancy kink in adulthood are hugely over-represented in this category.
Types of Media Cited in by Respondents who Blamed Media Exposure (%)
*Many people specifically cited cartoon episodes where characters would get fat/round/inflated.
*Media cited by multiple respondents included Birth Stories 2000-2004 (a Canadian documentary TV series), A Baby Story 1998-2007 (an American reality show that ran on the Discovery Channel and TLC), Birth Day 2000- (an American TV series), The Fairly Oddparents 2001-2017 (specifically the episode where Cosmo gets pregnant), Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (which adaptation was never specified), the Aliens franchise, Men in Black II (2002), and The Sims.
Breakdown of Responses by Those who Stated that the Interest in Pregnancy was Always There
Gender of Respondents who Cited Fear as the Cause of their Fetish
Gender of Respondents who Cited Their Gender as the Cause of their Fetish
*Cis men reported their fetish as stemming from a need to prove their masculinity/male identity, cited a lack of confidence in said masculinity
*Trans women often cited gender euphoria associated with fantasies of pregnancy
*most trans men, AFAB NB people, and cis women cited a discomfort or fear regarding their ability to become pregnant, though a few trans men and AFAB NB also claimed that transitioning led to them reclaiming their reproductive abilities.
Types of Experiences Among Those who Cited Personal Experience as the Cause of their Fetish
A FEW NOTES
*two people specifically cited the art of metalforever on DeviantArt as the cause of their fetish
*YouTube was cited by 13 people, specifically birth videos, and in one case, those Elsa Spider-Man content farm videos.
*fanfiction and fanart were also a common source of people's fetishes
*6 people pointed to a parents/close relatives or family friends who were medical professionals who worked regularly with pregnant patients (midwives, nurses, doctors, OBGYNs).
*23 people recounted 'playing pretend' as young children and acting out scenarios involving pregnancy and/or birth.
Fuuuuuuuck
Ok so this porn clip has just . Changed me. Idk why. But. God. The fact she’s clearly signaling to breathe but he’s so close he just ignores her. The hand between her legs. His sounds. Her sounds. It’s been two days and I can’t stop thinking abt it
It’s a beautiful thing to witness women discovering their true purpose - to grow round and soft, to swell with life 💕
It's perfectly OK for women to have muscles. In fact, I think I'd actually prefer to breed a strong woman, because I know that it will be even easier for her to handle the physical demands of growing our children.
However,I think we'll both be a lot happier once those big muscles of hers are covered up by a healthy layer of maternal curves. Being soft, and round, and full of life is going to be far more fulfilling to a woman than any six-pack ever could.
Amazing
I love eating pussy until my beautiful wife cums multiple times and nothing and I mean nothing feels better than that TRUTH!!!!!!!
I LOVE this. So much to enjoy…
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“Ow, fuck, calm down! There’s not enough room in there as it is!”
“YOU calm down, it wouldn’t be hurting if you were soft, would it?”
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Teasing one another, getting each other worked up and desperate, knowing neither one of you will be able to get release, eventually ending up a desperate, horny mess. Then getting to rely on the other person for support - whimpering and holding each other in your shared neediness.
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One or both of you needing to piss, trying to hold it in for so long, but eventually releasing all over the other’s cock. Feeling the warmth, the intimacy of somebody else pissing directly on your tip, the stream stimulating you gently, then getting to relax and release yourself, not knowing where their piss ends and yours begins.
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Master gradually shrinking the cage until you’re both forced to not only be SO close, but to have your little clitties touching - both so, so tiny. Pretty subs don’t get the privilege of a roomy cage, they need to have their girly cocks shrunk into a pretty little clit. Big dicks are reserved for real men.
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Each of you reaching across and hurting/fondling the other’s balls, unable to escape.
So who’s gonna step up and lock in with me?
Unfortunately I cannot be normal about trans men who wanna get pregnant. I need us to kiss on the mouth for hours and then have nasty, freaky sex that rewires my brain.
yeah you support trans people but are you normal about trans men who choose to get pregnant
Agreed! Fuck pregnancy tests, piss on me instead
screw pregnancy tests! fuck raw and find out when your belly starts to swell too far for you to ignore!!
Oh hi yeah so this broke my brain
Cw: fauxcest, punishment, icky daddy
Your teacher called, princess. You’ve been a very bad girl. Wearing these slutty outfits to school, trying to get attention from boys. Just look at what you’re wearing now, I can see your nipples right through your shirt. And look at that short little skirt. Anyone could lift it and see your cute little panties. Clearly I have been too lenient if you think you can wear outfits like that out of this house. You need to be punished. Bend yourself over Daddy’s knee right now. Good girl.
I was right about this skirt, in this position I can already see your little pink panties. And they barely cover your ass and your sweet little cunnie. What’s that, baby? Why is daddy talking about your body like that? You’re a big girl now, all grown up, Daddy can talk about your body any way I want. Clearly you need this spanking more than I thought to correct those silly thoughts. After each one you’re going to say “thank you for my spanking Daddy”. Smack. Smack. Smack.
This skirt is taking most of the hit. Stand up and take it off. No talking back! Now you’ve lost your panties as well, slide them down to your ankles. Now get back on Daddy’s lap. No, in the same position as before - you haven’t finished your punishment. Now take your spanking like a good girl and I’ll decide if you’ve learned your lesson. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Your skin is so pretty when it’s red like this. Stop crying, you know you deserve your punishment. Now we’re almost done - open your legs nice and wide, you’re getting three spanks on your soft little cunnie to remind you what a bad girl you’ve been. So pretty and pink. A little wider, good girl. SMACK. Shhhh, back in position, pretty girl. SMACK. There you go, cry if you need to. Only one more. SMACK. Good girl. Your cunnie took its punishment so good. Look how pretty it looks now, all swollen and puffy. Shhh, let daddy stroke you a bit. Oh, do you like it when Daddy rubs your tiny little clit? Look at you moaning in your Daddy’s lap. Good ahead, sweet girl, grind that little pussy all over Daddy.
Lay back on couch, Daddy wants to feel good too. You’re nervous? Don’t be, princess. You’re an adult now. That means you can make some very adult choices. Like letting Daddy fuck your pretty pussy. Do you like Daddy’s cock pressing up against your little hole? Is that what you needed? Your fathers giant cock? No baby, it’s not too big. Don’t worry, it’ll fit even if I have to force it in. My daughters pretty little cunt was made to take my cock.
Watch me bury my cock in you for the first time. Just let it happen. God! You’re so fucking tight. My tip barely fits inside you. Your little cunt is stretching so beautifully. Shhh, baby, you can take it. Your cunt is clenching down on Daddy’s dick. What a good girl, squeeze daddy’s cock just like that. No baby, we’re not stopping. We’re just getting started. I know it hurts right now but soon it will feel better. Take it a bit deeper. What a good girl, look how well your cunnie swallows daddy’s cock. I’m so proud of you. You’re doing such a good job taking me baby, I know you can fit just a little bit more. You feel so good. What a pretty cunnie, all swollen and filled with daddy’s cock. Oh no sweetie, what’s this? I think that’s as far as you’re going to take me tonight princess. Tsk tsk,we’ll have to keep cock training you until you can take daddy’s whole cock.
Daddy’s going to give you your pounding now, I’m going to fuck this tight little hole nice and hard. You don’t say no to Daddy, unless you want another punishment when I’m done. There you go, look at that pretty little pussy taking daddy’s cock so good. Does it hurt sweetie? I’m sorry I’m so rough. No, I'm not going to stop. Fuck! Do you feel that? That’s your cervix, baby. Lay still, daddy’s going to pound that sweet spot over and over. Its ok to cry, I know you’re new to this. Daddy’s hurting you? You can take a little more baby. There you go, what a good girl taking such a big cock so deep in your pussy. You were made for this darling. Now ask daddy nicely to bounce on your cervix. Shhh baby, you have to get used to this, daddy’s just helping you. I know it hurts. You’re taking it so well. Shit you feel so good. So warm and tight. Just like that, squeeze my cock nice and tight.
I’m going to cum in you now princess. Yes baby, I have to cum deep inside you. Stop struggling, just take it. Oh fuck I’m cumming. Do you feel that deep inside you? Take it like a good girl, let daddy fill you up. Take it all. I’m filling up your tight pussy kiddo. God you feel so fucking good.
Lay back, show daddy your fucked out pussy. That’s my good girl. Look at daddy’s cum dripping out of his little girl. How cute. You’re sore? Good. That’s what happens to naughty girls, they get fucked hard so that they remember to listen to daddy. Did you learn your lesson? From now on you only wear your slutty clothes for daddy and no more panties. I want your little cunnie available to me at all times.
Awwwww… He thinks I’m pretty 🥰
You’re just a pretty urinal with an attitude.
ARE YOU ME???
Nothing gets me off harder yet gives me such terrible bottom Dysphoria as much as CBT videos
Congratulations, you win this trend, this is the best one I’ve ever seen
Tried my hand at one of those Venn diagrams everyone makes. I think it turned out well.
Genuinely the hottest thing I’ve ever seen 😍
compilation of mommies trying to wiggle their babies out!
Mmm this one’s by far my favourite too. Best part is when she’s moan-screaming while she crowns, and her partner just kind of laughs like “aww look” - all of his focus on his joy at the new baby, paying no mind to all the pain she’s in.
Plus… that crown 😍
From my favorite birth of all time
Verrrrry early days but, it’s happening, I guess ;-)
Birth Fetish Blogs
I know there’s a post going around about pregnancy fetish blogs and there’s probably already one for a birth fetish as well. However, if you have a birth fetish blog please reblog this post. I’m looking for new blogs to follow.
The way I wanna keep a pretty cow like this forever, trapped in that agonising crown.
Overwhelmed.
Hurting
So open for me.
🥵
Hear me out, your partner helps you with all the natural strategies - massaging your back, guiding your breathing - convinces you to keep trying, keep trying even as you start to beg for it to be over.
“Please, take it away”, you beg. “I want an epiduralll!”
“Oh I know baby,” your partner reassures you. “But we have to wait a little longer. Remember, the doctors said not to call until you’re at *least* 6 centimetres. Besides - transition is the truly painful part of labour, and that’s not until 7cm - that’s when the epidural is really needed”
You groan.
“Aww it’s okay babe, you can just relax with me for a little longer. When it’s time, if we need to we’ll call the doctor in and if you still want it when he gets here you can have the epidural”
True to his word, your partner diligently massages, guides you through breathing exercises, encourages the deep, low, bellowing moans that help your body to open, open, open for your baby, with as little resistance as possible. His soothing hands and grounding words and gorgeous body really do help. Even so, every time you brave him plunging his fingers deep inside you - pressing wide against your cervix to check your progress - you are devastated by how far you have left to go.. You move to the shower, let the jets of warm water pelt down on your lower back. On your hands and knees, your lover in front of you, your lips meet and you moan, then whine into his mouth as the contractions roll through you. Over and over, stronger and stronger, deeper and deeper.
“Please, please, baby I have to be at 6cm, I have to be!”
A quick check, a phone call, and a regretful informing that the doctor will be there as soon as possible, he’ll be finishing up in surgery and will head right over.
The news crushes you, but your partner is filled with renewed vigour, new energy.
“It’s good news, in a way babe. Let’s experience this a little longer, there’s more things we can try”
He gets you towelled off, swaying through a contraction, and then transferred onto the bed. Fully naked and kneeling completely exposed. Your hubby slides in under you and, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, brings his mouth to your breast.
“Oh babe, what are you doing?”
“Lean into it baby, relax, distract yourself while you work through this phase of labour”. He comes to massage your other breast - alternating suckling on each. He starts off gentle, but gradually, passionately, his suckling intensifies.
“Oh babe, that feels so good- *gasp*-
A sharp inhale as he starts massaging your clot, tickling and teasing and rubbing and *tantalising* you.
Pulling away from your tit, he moans, “you’re so sexy like this”. And his suckling doubles down as your contractions take you away.
Soon you’re a screaming mess, your lovers encouragements and gentle touch make the deep, aching pain only just barely tolerable - you are floundering, not coping. A sobbing, groaning, whining, keening mess, begging for an epidural for over an hour. Your contractions had worsened in record time though… you didn’t know what you would have done to get through the pain without your husbands voracious suckling on your nipples to distract you. He really was the most selfless birth companion.
Finally, the dishevelled anaesthetist arrives, and you weep with long-awaited relief. “One final check!” The anaesthetist announced apologetically, inserting his gloved fingers, “in a few minutes you won’t be feeling a- oh.” His probing doubles in intensity, and he frowns, sucking air in through his teeth.
“What?!” You whine, desperate for his ministrations in your birth canal to end, desperate for this all to be over.
“Good news! You’re about to have a baby! You’re ten centimetres dilated momma it’s time to start pushing!”
The doctors artificial cheer masks the sinister message for a moment. Your husband clarifies, overcome with glee:
“Wow babe! You’re at 10cm already! You’re too late for the epidural, but this is great news! I knew you were meant to deliver naturally”.
Your husband thanks the doctor on his way out the door then returns to your sobbing form. It only takes two good pushes for the pain to break you as your pussy is set on fire by the ginormous head opening you up, deep inside.
“I can’t do this!” You scream.
And then there is your husband. Forcing you to hold his gaze as he tells you you were built for this. How your purpose in life was to bring his babies into the world, and to experience that process exactly as nature intended.
“This is important for you, baby”
“What do you mean?!” I wailed at him, screaming as my baby’s head battered it’s way down my overstretched canal.
“It’s important you experience this. That you have been brought to the edge of what you can handle, what you can cope with. This is the transformative power of birth. Right now, it probably feels like your vagina is being ripped in half, that it can’t stretch an inch more. And yet your baby’s head is only just starting to show, you’re nowhere near a full crown. Soon, you will reach your limit, but birth will take you past that limit. Show you what you’re really capable of.
… so this is it, baby. Spread your legs, push into that pain, and when it gets too much, go deeper. You need to let go of your fear of birth and experience the power, and the pleasure of what lies on the other side of “too much”.”
Spoiler alert: it’s an oversized baby, an overstretched pussy, and a very happy husband
7 cm dilated.
what happens at 7 cm?
contractions really, really hurt. you don’t have a lot of rest between your contractions anymore, if at all. you can’t push either, only wait. you have nothing you can do to speed things along.
you can continue to moan and thrash, trying to get through each contraction, helplessly waiting to dilate. you can try changing positions until you’re too exhausted to move any more. or you can ask to be checked, and then after you scream through having fingers jammed up your vagina, they tell you to keep waiting.
the pain is already unimaginable and yet you know it will have to hurt a lot more before you can push. you just want it to be over and you might still have hours of this ahead of you.
do you regret going natural? do you beg for the epidural? or do you keep at it?
Hear me out, your partner helps you with all the natural strategies - massaging your back, guiding your breathing - convinces you to keep trying, keep trying even as you start to beg for it to be over.
“Please, take it away”, you beg. “I want an epiduralll!”
“Oh I know baby,” your partner reassures you. “But we have to wait a little longer. Remember, the doctors said not to call until you’re at *least* 6 centimetres. Besides - transition is the truly painful part of labour, and that’s not until 7cm - that’s when the epidural is really needed”
You groan.
“Aww it’s okay babe, you can just relax with me for a little longer. When it’s time, if we need to we’ll call the doctor in and if you still want it when he gets here you can have the epidural”
True to his word, your partner diligently massages, guides you through breathing exercises, encourages the deep, low, bellowing moans that help your body to open, open, open for your baby, with as little resistance as possible. His soothing hands and grounding words and gorgeous body really do help. Even so, every time you brave him plunging his fingers deep inside you - pressing wide against your cervix to check your progress - you are devastated by how far you have left to go.. You move to the shower, let the jets of warm water pelt down on your lower back. On your hands and knees, your lover in front of you, your lips meet and you moan, then whine into his mouth as the contractions roll through you. Over and over, stronger and stronger, deeper and deeper.
“Please, please, baby I have to be at 6cm, I have to be!”
A quick check, a phone call, and a regretful informing that the doctor will be there as soon as possible, he’ll be finishing up in surgery and will head right over.
The news crushes you, but your partner is filled with renewed vigour, new energy.
“It’s good news, in a way babe. Let’s experience this a little longer, there’s more things we can try”
He gets you towelled off, swaying through a contraction, and then transferred onto the bed. Fully naked and kneeling completely exposed. Your hubby slides in under you and, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, brings his mouth to your breast.
“Oh babe, what are you doing?”
“Lean into it baby, relax, distract yourself while you work through this phase of labour”. He comes to massage your other breast - alternating suckling on each. He starts off gentle, but gradually, passionately, his suckling intensifies.
“Oh babe, that feels so good- *gasp*-
A sharp inhale as he starts massaging your clot, tickling and teasing and rubbing and *tantalising* you.
Pulling away from your tit, he moans, “you’re so sexy like this”. And his suckling doubles down as your contractions take you away.
Soon you’re a screaming mess, your lovers encouragements and gentle touch make the deep, aching pain only just barely tolerable - you are floundering, not coping. A sobbing, groaning, whining, keening mess, begging for an epidural for over an hour. Your contractions had worsened in record time though… you didn’t know what you would have done to get through the pain without your husbands voracious suckling on your nipples to distract you. He really was the most selfless birth companion.
Finally, the dishevelled anaesthetist arrives, and you weep with long-awaited relief. “One final check!” The anaesthetist announced apologetically, inserting his gloved fingers, “in a few minutes you won’t be feeling a- oh.” His probing doubles in intensity, and he frowns, sucking air in through his teeth.
“What?!” You whine, desperate for his ministrations in your birth canal to end, desperate for this all to be over.
“Good news! You’re about to have a baby! You’re ten centimetres dilated momma it’s time to start pushing!”
The doctors artificial cheer masks the sinister message for a moment. Your husband clarifies, overcome with glee:
“Wow babe! You’re at 10cm already! You’re too late for the epidural, but this is great news! I knew you were meant to deliver naturally”.
Your husband thanks the doctor on his way out the door then returns to your sobbing form. It only takes two good pushes for the pain to break you as your pussy is set on fire by the ginormous head opening you up, deep inside.
“I can’t do this!” You scream.
And then there is your husband. Forcing you to hold his gaze as he tells you you were built for this. How your purpose in life was to bring his babies into the world, and to experience that process exactly as nature intended.
“This is important for you, baby”
“What do you mean?!” I wailed at him, screaming as my baby’s head battered it’s way down my overstretched canal.
“It’s important you experience this. That you have been brought to the edge of what you can handle, what you can cope with. This is the transformative power of birth. Right now, it probably feels like your vagina is being ripped in half, that it can’t stretch an inch more. And yet your baby’s head is only just starting to show, you’re nowhere near a full crown. Soon, you will reach your limit, but birth will take you past that limit. Show you what you’re really capable of.
… so this is it, baby. Spread your legs, push into that pain, and when it gets too much, go deeper. You need to let go of your fear of birth and experience the power, and the pleasure of what lies on the other side of “too much”.”
Spoiler alert: it’s an oversized baby, an overstretched pussy, and a very happy husband
7 cm dilated.
what happens at 7 cm?
contractions really, really hurt. you don’t have a lot of rest between your contractions anymore, if at all. you can’t push either, only wait. you have nothing you can do to speed things along.
you can continue to moan and thrash, trying to get through each contraction, helplessly waiting to dilate. you can try changing positions until you’re too exhausted to move any more. or you can ask to be checked, and then after you scream through having fingers jammed up your vagina, they tell you to keep waiting.
the pain is already unimaginable and yet you know it will have to hurt a lot more before you can push. you just want it to be over and you might still have hours of this ahead of you.
do you regret going natural? do you beg for the epidural? or do you keep at it?