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I have a fever, and the only cure is;

Ovulating Transgirls, Overdue Transgirls, & Transgirls in labor desperately struggling to pass their massive Overdue unborn child through their Prostate and birth their baby through their Girlcock.

What a coincidence! I also have a fever and the only cure is all of that happening to me!

This is actually making me want to write… hmm

Thank you so much for the ask!

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Prompt idea: an avian (anthropomorphic bird) who has to lay/give birth to an egg every month

This ask was from NOVEMBER so I’m sorry for answering so late.

Anyway, yes, yes, absolutely, I love this concept. Harpies and bird girls who spend every month swelling with a new egg. It doesn’t matter what they do, their biology demands that they will always be carrying an egg and they will give birth to that egg once every month.

It won’t be easy of course. Even un fertilized, an egg must be big enough to contain a baby, so once every month, they’ll give birth, and somehow, it never seems to get any easier.

Thank you for the ask!

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*paws at u* can u take advantage of me

*paws at u* can u take advantage of me

*paws at u* can u take advantage of me

*paws at u* can u take advantage of me

*paws at u* can u take-

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To whoever wrote that ask I got a like two weeks ago: please be patient with me. I will answer it, i just haven’t been feeling up to it for a while.

Asks are my favorite part of this site. I appreciate y’all more than I probably should. Sorry I don’t act like it

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Yk the worst part is I’m still pretty proud of the first few paragraphs I have written, but I don’t have any desire to continue writing it

Just realized its been over a year since i promised a story and never delivered. Sorry guys.

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Just realized its been over a year since i promised a story and never delivered. Sorry guys.

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are you alright with unrealistic birth scenario requests?

I pretty much PREFER unrealistic scenarios. Why be bound to the laws of reality in fantasy? MAKE that birth hurt as much as possible.

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I may be a furry

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You’d look so cute, mewling as my huge eggs begins to shift down and spread your lips apart. Push, puppy~

nnnn please i'd try so hard to push but my hole is so small and tight your massive eggs would stretch me out so much~ it'd probably take hours just to get one of them to crown, and i'd be a complete mess the entire time, crying out from the pressure in my pussy

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Kinktober Day 9: Car Sex

A couple takes a shortcut through the mountains, not noticing the warning signs along the road. A heavy fog had rolled in, forcing them to pull over and wait for it to clear. Once off the road, they both stumble into the back seat, pulling pants down and trying to find a decent enough position.  

The windows fog up and the car rocks. Neither occupants inside notice the vengeful spirit that stands in front of their car. It lifts a hand and curses the car. 

The couple never even notices. They fuck using the strap they packed for vacation. it's not their favorite, the harness is stretched and the dildo isn't very big. But as soon as the curse is in place, they both feel a frenzied heat overtake them. 

The girl cries out, the strap suddenly feels just large enough to fuck her deeper, rolling over her prostate and making her cum into her hand. Her boyfriend fucks her ass with fervor, chasing his own orgasm, pushing the strap into her prostate, milking more release from her clit. The inner dildo on the strap fucks into her boyfriend's hole as he pushes the dildo into her ass, his tdick stimulated. 

As soon as he cums, his girlfriend starts screaming. The curse has started. 

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Her stomach starts cramping and her boyfriend rushes to her side. They sit in the backseat as she curls in half, arms pressed to her stomach. When her boyfriend asks to see and she leans back, her belly has grown. She presses a hand to her stomach and looks to her boyfriend, eyes wide, feeling her belly grow under. 

They both freak out and don't know what to do. Her boyfriend asks how it feels and she only whimpers, telling him it hurts. They wonder if it is a baby and neither knows how she could be pregnant in her ass.

It grows inches in minutes, ballooning her belly out. She leans into her boyfriend's side as he rubs a hand over her swollen tummy, trying to provide some comfort and soothe her rumbling belly. Her skin is stretched and her insides are sore from being suddenly pushed squeezed to make room for the giant mass growing inside her. It gurgles as it grows, pushing the girl's shirt up to make room. 

The girl rolls her head and tries breathing exercises to release some of the pressure. Soon her belly balloons to the size of a nine-month pregnancy. She is scared and doesn't know how the thing inside her is going to come out 

Then the contractions start.

She throws her head back and screams. Everything is so sudden, her ass is sore, contracting and stretching, preparing for the birth. The object moves downward and her inner track stretches and opens. She grunts through the pain, trying to push to help the object out.

Her boyfriend helps her lean back against the side door, letting her legs open and spread out. Her ass winks open. He pushes the tip of a finger to the pucker and tells her he's going to feel how open she is. Two of his fingers slip inside her easily. The girl throws her head back at the sensation. He asks her if it is good or bad and she tells him both.

He pushes two more fingers into her, so his whole palm fits into her hole. She moans and readjusts herself so she's nearly laying flat, knees bent and legs splayed around her boyfriend. He touches something hard and wet inside her. He tells her something is inside and she'll need to push it out. 

The object rapidly makes its way to her exit. Her hips are a tight fit, she can feel the object grinding against her bone. It's a massive effort to push the object downwards and through her narrow hips. One another push, the object lodges into her spread hips. 

She shrieks as it insistently pushes forward and gets stuck.

Her boyfriend near her instead, pressing shaky hands over her belly, asking what's wrong. She grits out that it's stuck in her hips and gasps in pain. She pushes and the object only grinds against bone.

She screams, it feels like she's being torn apart. But her boyfriend tells her he's going to try something and reaches his arms around her hips, putting his wide hands around the top of her hips, getting a good grip, making sure his hands are in the correct position and squeezing the bones together. 

The girl literally feels how her hips open. She starts brokenly moaning, but it quickly turns into a frantic scream when the object starts moving towards her exit. Her boyfriend moves his hands slightly downwards and keeps pushing her hips, applying the most mind-numbing counter-pressure, allowing the object to finally exit.

She pushes the object, moving it downwards, happy to finally have the object moving again, but in pain from the sharp stretch and pull of the object moving through her insides. She gets light headed with the effort, the object is massive and moving slowly. It hurts so fucking much. Her boyfriend encourages her, telling her to keep pushing.

When the object approaches her hole, the solid surface digs into her prostate, causing her to convulse with agonized pleasure. She sobs and pushes. The object is pressing insistently on her prostate, forcing her clit hard, making her hole flutter open. 

She throws her head back and screams as she pushes, the object finally reaching her hole. Her hips are in agony from the hard object wedged inside, her prostate crushed and throbbing. Her hole opens against a hard, rough surface. 

Tears fall down her face as her hole parts, the object opening her painfully wide. 

Her boyfriend pushes his fingers to the object, stroking along her opening, helping her stretch. He tells her she's starting to crown and she's doing such a good job, just keep pushing and this will be over. 

She sobs and frantically asks what the fuck the object is. 

When her boyfriend doesn't answer, it makes her nervous. She curls forward, yelling in pain as it puts enormous pressure on her insides, her hips grinding against the object. Her boyfriend startles and pushes her shoulders back down, yelling that she'll hurt herself. She gasps as the object moves in her hips, making her hole stretch uncomfortably. She flops back down with a wail. Pleading with him to tell her what it is.

He puts his fingers against the object again, helping her spread more. He tells her he's not sure what it is. It looks slimy and hard, it's just gray, there's nothing else on it. He says it looks like it might be an egg.

The girl cries and pushes, her insides brutalized. But the egg is barely crowning, resting heavy on her tailbone. Its main mass is still inside her, resting on her prostate. Every push sends shocks of pain down her spine. She yells and tries pushing, trying anything to get the egg out. But progress has stalled. 

Her boyfriend gently strokes her leg and asks if she wants to rest. She moans that she just wants the egg out of her already. He tells her that he thinks the egg may be stuck in this position. She sobs, not wanting him to confirm her fear. He tells her she may need to turn over to her hands and knees.

The girl agrees, but whimpers and doesn't move. She's in so much pain already, it's hard to want to roll over in the tiny car, there's no room

He tells her it'll be okay, she's so strong, she's doing so well, just a little more and it'll be over. She should kneel on the backseat, so gravity helps her. 

When she moves, it scrapes against her narrow hip bones and scratches her prostate. She cries that it hurts, she can't move. Her hips are squeezing on the egg, it feels like they will break. Her hole is being torn open and everything starts cramping. 

Her boyfriend holds the egg at her hole and pulls her leg around his head, flipping her hips to the side. She screams and he apologizes, telling her he's sorry, he'll be quick. She tries to grab the back seat, but he's quicker, pulling her chest up so she's resting against the back seat. He helps her move her legs so she's kneeling, her legs open and low.

She whimpers in the new position, feeling the way the egg heavily rests against her hole, finally releasing the pressure against her prostate. She asks her boyfriend to hold her hips again. She wraps warm hands against her lower back and hips and pushes her bones together. The counter pressure allows her hips to open and the egg starts to fall. 

She grunts and pushes, straightening her hips, allowing the egg to fall straight down. It pushes her hole open and it hurts, it hurts to fucking bad.

Her boyfriend offers encouragement, telling her how well she's doing, the egg is moving, she just needs to keep pushing, just a little bit more. 

She clenches her upper body and puts as much effort into pushing the egg. Her hole stretches open, spread by the egg and it feels like it is on fire. 

She screams into the seat cushions and pushes the egg to a full crown. Her legs quiver and her torso shakes as she holds the pressure against the egg, pushing and pushing.

The egg shakes with her efforts, her boyfriend rubs her sore hole, trying to get his girlfriend past the final stretch. 

She throws her head back and lets out a guttural wail as she pushes the egg out of her hole. She collapses onto the seat with a cry, belly shaking, hole gaping and sore. She cries in relief that this is finally over, and tells her boyfriend to get rid of the egg. 

They dump the egg out of the car and get back into the front seats. The girl curls up in the seat, crying softly. The boy starts the car and speeds down the mountain, intent on leaving. When he backs up, he looks into the reverse mirror and sees a ghost. He shouts, slamming on the breaks, looking behind him, but there is nothing there. 

The girl screams from the passenger seat, pointing out the front window. A ghost is holding the egg they left on the ground, laughing at them. The boyfriend drives forward and the ghost disappears. They immediately drive down the mountain, intent on never taking this road again.

Kinktober 2024

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can we talk about pre-crowning?? when your lips are barely open and the top of the head just starts to peak out😍😍😍

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The desperation when they're stuck at full crown and the head won't move. Crying and wailing and begging. Pushing uselessly even when they're not contracting. Desperate to escape the horrible burning stretch. It's right there, holding them brutally open. It's going to take a couple good strong pushes to come all the way out but their strength is already failing and they can't think through the mind numbing pressure and pain. So they writhe and scream, wasting energy they can't afford to lose.

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A concept I've had stuck in my head for a while is an experimental facility where scientists are testing a procedure that makes humans produce and lay eggs. After a lot of trial and error they've got it down pretty well. The test subjects produce around 6-10 eggs a month in line with what used to be their menstrual cycle. The eggs are just a bit bigger than chicken eggs. Not super pleasant to push out but doable without much fuss. The whole project is viewed as a scientific triumph.

But what the news crews and scientific prize judges don't see are all of the poor souls who were in the first few rounds of testing before the procedure was perfected.

Some produce an egg every hour, their bellies filling quickly if they don't spend their whole day pushing them out. In the early stages they hadn't figured out how to standardize egg size so these unlucky subjects go from tiny grape sized eggs to eggs the size of grapefruit with no warning. Some become so fed up and exhausted from constantly birthing that they refuse to push for days despite their stomachs swelling and cramping. Just a day or two and they will appear full term with a human baby. Eventually the pressure will be too much and they will be forced to push. The backed up eggs will come shooting out of their holes much too fast making them scream. But once they start it's almost impossible to stop until most of the pressure has eased. At that point there will still be eggs inside and they will have to heave and strain, desperate to empty their overtaxed womb, knowing that even now a new egg is forming.

Others produce an egg less often, once every few days or so, but the eggs are much too big. Most are about as big around as a newborn's head. These unlucky subjects are forced to experience the agony of childbirth multiple times a week or, if they refuse to push, for hours at a time when they finally are forced to birth the built up eggs. The cruel irony is that the drugs used to induce egg production make their holes much more resilient meaning they stay tight never getting stretched out and lose no matter how many births they endure.

However, even they are fortunate in comparison to the most miserable test subject in the facility. They were one of the first to undergo the procedure and their body had a unique and unfortunate reaction. At first it seemed like it was working well. They produced a small clutch of fist sized eggs. Then on their next cycle one of the eggs grew extremely fast. Overnight it had grown larger than a full term baby. Their belly was stretched horribly, streaked with angry red stretch marks from being forced to expand much too fast. The scientists were baffled. They tried having the subject lay their eggs. They managed to pass all the regular sized eggs but it soon became apparent that the big egg would never be able to pass through their hips. It was completely stuck.

This subject is still in the facility now. They follow a miserable routine. Over the month their already overfull stomach swells until they finally feel the tell tale spasms of contractions. They squat and push, slowly laying 6 or so eggs the size of their fist. It's hard, agonizing work, each hard shell stretching them open and dragging against their sensitive walls.

Then comes the worst part. The weight of the giant egg settles into their hips. They push desperately, working the tip down into their birth canal. Several long hard pushes later the tip will be visible parting their lips, peaking out into the world. They will labor and push for hours and the egg will inch out of them, it's huge girth stretching their hole beyond its limit. Then, as it always does, the egg will stop moving. No matter how frantically they push they cannot move the egg out another millimeter. It is caught in their hips, too wide to pass through the pelvic opening. They will rock their hips and moan and cry in bitter frustration as their tortured hole spasms around the gargantuan egg.

Finally the staff takes pity on them and comes to their aid. The subject struggles and screams, pleading to be let to push for just a bit longer, they can do it this time, this time they'll get it out, it's almost there! please don't push it back in again!! But their pleas fall on deaf ears. They are held down and the giant egg is slowly pushed back into their womb. They howl in pain and cry with bitter frustration and the rough shell slides back inside. The terrible weight settles back into their perpetually stretched womb and the cycle begins again.

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Polyamory.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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wanna hear my pelvis creak before it finally snaps to let the 17 lb baby finally get through all while i’m convulsing and screaming

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You're too ripe, my baby pushing your body past it's limits. The three we already have were adding to your exhaustion. They demand your attention all throughout the day as the one in your womb keeps you up with aches and contractions all night. I'm working overtime to make extra money before this one arrives, so I haven't been much help with the kids but I do what I can when I'm home.

The oldest two run up to me and latch onto my legs, giggling wildly. Their laughter is contagious and I scoop them into my large arms before making my way over to you. On the sofa, you nurse our third and I lean down to place a kiss on your lips. You look and feel ike a zombie, but you do your best to smile and return it.

Our next is nested between your thighs, huge and ready to be born any day. I wasted no time knocking you up after your previous birth. Keeping you big with babies was my top priority, and you were almost too good at it despite the pain and misery.

All of our children were born without the need for medical intervention. Our first came unassisted in our bed with a midwife present. The second, in the car on our way back from the mall. You dropped the third on the kitchen floor as I was out cutting the grass. She gave you no time to grab me before spilling out into the world.

But this one. This one worried your doctor. It was big. Too big, she feared. She recommend being induced with a heavily assisted hospital birth at the very least but told us that a c-section would be her preferred method for getting this one out. For weeks, we argued over whether you'd have the baby at home or at the hospital. Your fears grew exponentially as your due date came and went with the baby showing no signs of slowing its growth.

But I knew you could do it. I've seen you bring three children into the world with minimal help so far, and this one would be no different. I pleaded with you to have this one at home because if I was being completely honest, seeing you birth my babies like an animal turned me on like nothing else.

I relished every thing from the discomfort to the contractions to your bag of waters giving in to the stress of fighting to contain my load. And the sounds you made when active labor took over your poor body sent waves of electricity from my brain to my cock. Hearing you strain around solid heads and broad shoulders was the ultimate reward for me slamming into your cervix until it took my seed.

This birth would be the most difficult so far, without a doubt. And I didn't want it to be ruined for me by invasive doctors or worse, a c-section.

It helped that I had you wrapped around my finger. Despite your protests and desire to drop at a hospital, I knew you would cave as soon as I countered your arguments. You were obedient, and if I wanted you to have this baby at home, you were having this baby at home no matter what the doctors recommended.

Two and a half weeks passed since your scheduled induction date. Your doctor called and left voice mail messages expressing concern for your condition, and every time you'd look at me with those big, fearful eyes. I reassured you that the baby would be fine, and will come when they're ready as their siblings did. You reluctantly gave in, but in the back of your mind you knew this baby would have you screaming for an epidural.

Two and a half weeks and I could see it in your eyes, your movements, your demeanor. You were beyond ready to pop. I bathed our oldest two and put them to bed before removing the one from your breast and doing the same. I returned to the living room where you remained glued to the sofa with your belly sagging between your legs, eyes closed as you shifted to relive your hips of some pain. I always wondered how it felt for you towards the end, especially for this pregnancy. I checked you days ago, and could feel the hardness of the head pushing down on your poor cervix that had only dilated two centimeters. It was significantly bigger than our other three and I knew it merely sitting there was taking it's toll.

I could look at you and tell it was time for another check. You were in the middle of a contraction when I approached the sofa. My cock twitched at the square shape of your belly as it tightened around our baby and the way you moaned through it. I watched as you sat there on the very cusp of delivery. As excited as I was to hear you scream around the head of my child, I craved seeing you in such discomfort.

"Let me check." I was eager for what I might feel when I pressed my fingers to your cervix.

I tugged at the hem of your sweatpants and the smell of birth hit me. My brow furrowed as my hand dipped into your underwear and felt a pad. By now, you were leaned back with one hand tugging at the bottom of your swell to give me access to your entrance. You noticed my confusion.

"My water's leaking. Think my bag tore."

My cock swelled even more. You were so close. So utterly close to popping and great with child. I genuinely had no idea how you made it this far but I was grateful. I felt around and took note of just how soaked and heavy the pad felt.

"Babe, I think it's full."

You shrugged and spread your legs a bit more, wincing as you did so. As soon as my fingers entered, your body tensed up and you placed a hand on my arm to keep me from going any further. I felt water trickling around my fingers. You writhed in desperation for some sort of relief but found none. Your grip on my arm loosened and I pressed further, feeling the bulge of your sack dipping through your cervix that was now eight centimeters dilated. You must've been in labor since you woke up but with how many false alarms we've had so far, you didn't think any of the contractions you felt were the real thing. You kept telling yourself that they'd stop at some point.

"Oh sweetheart." My voice dripped with sympathy. "It's almost time."

"Can we go to the hospital?" You pleaded with pain etched into your face. "I need to go tonight, please. This baby. I can't. It's not like the others, I want a c-section. I need it."

No. I refused to give in even though I was becoming a bit concerned about the size of the child as well. But if it came to it, I'd call an ambulance if it was needed. ONLY if it was needed.

"You'll work the baby out here, I know you will."

You visibly deflated with a sigh at my rejection of your request. And a second later, your belly went tight. But you poor thing. You were so exhausted you could hardly react. The only thing you could do was slump over onto your side and prop one leg up on the sofa to give the big head as much room as possible in your narrow pelvis. I knew you were in the midst of birth even if you didn't fully realize it yet.

Or maybe you did, because with the contraction came a light urge to push that you gave in to. I watched as your body heaved involuntarily every few seconds. Your eyes were closed and you were breathing deeply from your nostrils. It was too early for you to push, but you weren't doing it hard enough for me to be worried. I knew it was your body fighting for a sliver of relief by bringing the baby down further.

"There you go." I whispered as you remained lost in your own world of minuscule pushes that set me on fire. You didn't do this with the other babies. They weren't so burdensome that your body felt like it had to. "Bring it down. Push. Push. That's it."

"I think–" you paused to give a quick grunt on the final push as the contraction ended "–I think I'm in labor."

I rubbed your belly which was rock solid and deformed even without contractions. The latest one had you squirting water as you pushed. The pad you wore overflowed and you now sat with wet pants and a small stain on our sofa.

"Mm. I think so too."

"You need to get me to the bathroom. I think my water's about to pop."

I helped you stand ever so slowly. You groaned when all of the baby's weight pressed down hard and your breath caught in your throat when you felt wetness run down your legs.

"Oh." You pressed a hand between your legs like you were trying to keep the fluid from rushing out of your opening. And suddenly, I watched you awkwardly dart as fast as you could down the hall. A trail of water followed you from the living room to the master bath and I was close behind.

I had to admit, this was a new highlight for me. Seeing your feeble attempt to power walk while squeezing your opening so you didn't leak all over our brand new carpet. And you failed at that but I wasn't angry because of how excited it made me. I put that baby in you. The heavy baby that scared doctors with how big it was and threatened to pop you all over the floor as it's head battered your poor cervix. I'm the reason why you're begging your waters to hold on just a second longer until you make it to the bathroom so you could give in to the . I did this to you. And by God, I hoped to do it again after you dropped this burden.

"Oh, hold on please." You pleaded with your body as you walked. A slightly bigger gush came out from under your hand through the sweatpants with the bathroom door in sight. "I'm almost there, baby. I'm almost..."

I ran ahead to open the doors before you could stumble inside. As soon as you did, it was like your body knew and your sack gave the second your foot hit the tile. You stood there, one hand on the wall with the other holding the bottom of your belly. We both waited in silence while your bag drained and soon all that came were tiny streams of water, which was good enough for us.

We both knew what was coming now that your water was out of the way. The next contraction reared its ugly head and you fell into my arms. I held you in a standing position. Gravity was the only way you'd be getting this one out. Your nostrils flared and you gave me a pitiful look before fully giving in to the urge to push with every ounce of energy that remained, which wasn't much.

The sound I'd been waiting for, for months escaped your throat and I nearly came right there.

The real fun had just begun.

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Small hips that make birth harder are great and all, but imagine how big the baby would have to be to make it just as hard on someone with wide hips.

They think labor will be easy for them because of their build, but when it actually happens, they’re crying and screaming as the head is slowly forced through their “birthing hips”. Then, finally, they feel the true size of the head they’re about to stretch around and start seriously regretting their decision to decline a c-section.