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Bleach Gals
When rewatching this show I noticed how canon those two are hhhhhhhhhh
#pregnancy#fpreg#fpreg lesbians#yuri#wlw#shojo ai#yorusoi#yoruichi#soifon#yoruichi x soifon#soifon x yoruichi
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All Current WIP's
This is a list of all of my current WIP's in no particular order, which is unfortunately very long. Please forgive me XD You can read all of them at the links provided, though remember these are in progress and not finished yet lol. As always, I'm open to suggestions or advice!
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A continuation of Maybourne Manor, which you can find (Here)
WIP here
2. Raylene escapes her cell with nothing but a shirt and underwear, naked and trembling as she runs away from the people who would kill her if they knew what she did. She finds a portal, transporting herself to Waterside, a place of wonder and beauty. But the longer she stays, the more she realizes that the people of Waterside are not what they seem. Will the prophecy come true? Or will Waterside fall?
(lesbians, fpreg, rape, noncon, magic, fantasy)
WIP here
3. A rich lesbian couple looking for a surrogate put out an ad and end up creating a threesome, a very happy family
WIP here
4. An arranged marriage between a sassy, easily annoyed short prince and a massive brutish man from a different kingdom. An heir is required even if they hate each other
WIP here
5. A prince has a one night stand with his favorite, and personal knight leading to him getting pregnant and having to hide this from the entire kingdom as well as his mom
WIP here
6. A meet cute ABO story about two guys fucking like crazy, accidentally getting pregnant, and then going through life figuring it out as they go.
WIP here
7. Another ABO story but based in college where an omegas first heat is dangerous and painful. Omega goes into heat on campus and the alpha jock finds him and takes care of him. Omega gets pregnant from the experience, they get together after some angst, and that’s as far as I’ve gotten.
WIP here
8. A werewolf clan just going through life.
WIP here
9. A continuation of my Home Ec story, which can be found (Here)
WIP here
10. A group of 5 dudes buy a house together, have orgies, and one or two get pregnant and they have to navigate life together
WIP here
11. A continuation of the Alien Eggs story which can be found (Here)
WIP here (FINISHED)
12. A young plant shop owner has fun with some of the extra vegetables that don't sell in his shop.
WIP here
13. The king of a country is a werewolf but nobody knows except a select number of people, and his mate. Who he dotes on when everyone else gets death glares
WIP here
14. An ABO story where once you meet your alpha, you're automatically their property. This was supposed to be kinky but turned out kinda fluffy
WIP here
15. A bodyguard (in his 40's) gets assigned to a young woman. She was raped and is now pregnant and suffering from her rapist stalking her.
WIP here
16. Phoenix, FTM, gets surprising news at a party with his housemates. And then he has to learn how to deal with the changes that will continue to happen as he progresses in his pregnancy.
WIP here (FINISHED)
17. Vampire harem. Female vampire has a collection of beautiful men and women she keeps as feeding servants who also provide her with a rather large household of children and servants.
WIP here (FINISHED)
#my writing#current works in progress#will probably update this as I go#maybe that will actually inspire me to write more#fpreg#mpreg#egg laying#reader insert#lesbians#multiples pregnancy
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Any big butch want to try and breed me while I tug your leash and call you degrading but sweet little naught nothings ⛓️✨💕🍎
I'm ovulating and want to be full with cock or fingers or your fist
#butch bait#domme mommy#fem domme#femme dom#dominated slave#femdxm#queer breeding kink#lesbian breeding kink#impreg#fpreg#breeding slave#breed your dom#subby boys#masc nsft#masc strap#f!sting#stretch my pussy#sapphic yearning#nsft lesbian#transmasc bait#wlw yearning#lesbian nsft#butch lesbian#bd/sm blog#bd/sm dom#bd/sm kink#butch dyke#impreg nsft#breeding k1nk#bd/sm breeding
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there is no CarrierVerse for fpreg, this is terrible news. I have to do everything myself.
ProviderVerse - a Provider is a cis woman who can get another cis woman pregnant, as a Carrier in CarrierVerse. It's possible to find out you're a provider earlier in life but not generally done, most women find out when they get someone pregnant.
hope this helps 👍
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trans girl preg is included in fpreg.both as the preger and the pregee. preg is preg.
#txt#fpreg is lesbian mpreg btw. as should be common knowledhe#if you dont know fpreg you gotta go back to preg school 😒
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What lesbiann separatist sci fi invented fpreg? Kfkskfkd
I'm thinking of doing a full post about it after work, I think Herland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman in 1915 wins, but Joanna Russ, Suzy Mckee Charnas, Katherine Forrest 1970s, Nicola Griffith, Karin Kallmaker, Jane Fletcher 1990s all did female only communities reproducing, there are more.
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M'kay, so I've been thinking: you know how people came up with mpreg for their male characters (especially those in MLM ships), what about creating fpreg, or wpreg? It may have already been done (read: probably has), so I guess I'm talking about making it more common, but where's the stories about two women deeply in love absolutely going at it and one of them waking up a few weeks later like: ... m'kay so little miss period hasn't arrived and I feel sick as all hell, also I seem to be having really weird cravings recently... oH MY GOD BITCH DID YOU GET ME PREGNANT!???
What if they both get pregnant? So many possibilities! Fluff, hurt/comfort, suprise reveals, angst, slow burn; loads of stuff!
I just feel like that would be fun <3
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I’m throwing one of my ocs into the ring, o found this lovely pregnancy college au made my @preggomancer (sry for the ping but I think you should be credited properly) and I was wondering who takes care of all the babies when their parents are at class? Who’s giving them parenting courses? Well I think this sheep lady will be an excellent candidate! When she isn’t taking care of her own child or doing her job as a night nurse she is helping the younger parents deal with the challenges young parenthood can bring. But I don’t think her and her husband are exactly… safe from the pregnancy phenomenon that befalls the school
#yume#pregnancy art#fpreg#star sheep lady who turns into an actual stuff toy! ain’t that cute?#I don’t think either she or her husband will mind more lambs running around#I promise she has another outfit I was just having a moment of lesbianism when I drew this
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Weighting dat belly
It got heavy, didn't it? OC pic for Tyrzu1!
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Good thing strap cant get me pregnant but it would be so good
#lesbian nsft#butch bait#sapphic yearning#femme4butch#dom4sub#bd/sm kink#masc strap#butch lesbian#lesbians#dyke ns/fw#dyke nsft#nsft wlw#wlw nsft#queer ns/fw#fpreg#hazbin hotel#femme dom
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"star wars is so bad at queer rep" they just canonized lesbian fpreg (the f stands for force)
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Two Birthdays
words: 4111
content: lactation, milking, clothing birth, birth denial, fpreg
Part One
A birthday is a special day. Her friend’s twenty-first should have been Mari’s only focus. However, Mari had been distracted the entire day as they spent time at the resort’s expansive pool and spa. It hadn’t been so bad at first. Her friend’s mom, Noemi, was nearly a week overdue with her second child, and though she had started the day in modest clothes—a maternity sundress draping her huge, full swell, navel protruding starkly, pressing downward from her middle—, the afternoon sun had continued to shine down on them, forcing Noemi to shed her dress, pulling it up her belly and over her head.
Mari’s face had flushed and she’d turned away, ashamed and furious at herself for her own thoughts, but she’d already seen the nakedness of Noemi’s belly, taut at the seams and painfully overdue, hanging low over her hips and melting into her otherwise small, slim frame. Sweat had shimmered, bright, on the stretched, striped skin. A dark linea nigra ran down her middle to her navel. Her belly button was hard and round like a stone. Underneath, she only wore a white two-piece bikini, and her breasts, once small and subtle, hung swollen in her top, nipples and areolae visible.
Mari’s heart wouldn’t stop fluttering every time Noemi lifted her slender hands to cup her swell, or when she rose from the sunbathing to reapply sunscreen and Mari saw her from the back; though she still tried to step with her usual grace and poise, her gait was wide, baby obviously dropped between her narrow hips, reducing her to a waddle.
It was a very uncomfortable day to be a lesbian with a fetish that especially appealed on an older woman.
This wasn’t the worst of it, though.
Mari first noticed it when Noemi reached across the table for her drink.
“Excuse me,” she said.
“Of course!” Mari squeaked.
Then Noemi’s face changed. Her reaching hand flew to her belly, and Mari followed it to see visible tensing, muscles clenched on either side, misshapen around her huge baby.
“Oh!” she said. There was something in her face now. Surprise, but also a slight urgency.
“Ms. Noemi?” Mari asked. “Are—are you okay?”
“Mm,” Noemi said, and took her glass. “I’m fine. Thank you, Mari.”
This happened multiple times throughout the day, and every time she saw that mound tense then sag, muscles relaxing, Mari’s pussy pounded badly, pulsing.
She stayed in the shade, sipping nothing but cold water with ice while her friend and the others ordered drinks at the pool bar.
After about another hour of this, Mari couldn’t take it. She left and walked to the restrooms and found a stall. Inside it she immediately yanked her bikini bottom down her legs and pressed her fingers to her clit. Her pussy throbbed for release, dripping and clenching. She began to masturbate standing over the toilet, imagining closing her lips around one of Noemi’s stiff, milk-heavy nipples.
Fuck, she thought. Fuck, fuck. Her pussy began to pulsate under her slick fingers. Her thighs shook as she came.
“Shit,” Mari said aloud, then she wiped herself down and pulled her bikini bottom back up and exited the stall, washing the slick from her hands in the sink.
Suddenly the restroom door was flung open. Mari jumped guiltily, then her eyes widened in shock as Noemi raced past her, not even noticing her at the sink, bowed over her low belly, a hand clamped to her crotch. She ran into the handicap stall and slammed the door shut. It was quiet for a moment. Then—
“Ohhhhhh.”
A muted, breathless moan and a loud splashing sound.
Mari stood frozen. She heard a small gasping from the other side of the stall door, and approached hesitantly. She rapped a timid knuckle on the door and the gasps stopped.
“U-um, Ms. Noemi? Are you okay?”
There was silence. Then, “Yes, just some Braxton Hicks contractions. I’m sorry if I startled you, Mari.”
Noemi’s voice sounded strained, so uncharacteristic of her usually soft, modulated tone.
Mari hesitated. “Are you sure? Do you need any help?”
More silence. The stall door unlocked from the inside. Mari pushed it open and her heart thumped in her chest at the sight inside.
Noemi was standing over the toilet, thighs wide apart, knees slightly bent. Her bikini bottom and legs were soaked with fluids. Her belly, somehow, appeared to hang even lower, navel pointed almost to the floor now with weight and fullness. Her face was sweaty, cheeks flushed, short dark hair clinging damply to her forehead.
“Oh my god, Ms. Noemi,” Mari said. “Your water broke, didn’t it?”
Noemi’s face tightened and she pressed her lips together, nodding and closing her eyes. She clutched reflexively at the orb between her thighs as it flexed, hardening, muscles like iron. Her brow wrinkled and she grunted as though she couldn’t stand the pressure anymore.
“Mari,” she gasped. “I need you to step out, please. I’m—I think I need to—relieve myself.”
Mari shook her head. “I think it’s the baby! Are you feeling like pushing?”
“Ughh.” Noemi’s eyes were squeezed shut. “Yes. I need to push.”
“Oh my—“ Mari trailed off. “We’ve gotta call you an ambulance.”
Suddenly the contraction released Noemi. Her belly slackened. She collapsed onto the toilet seat, thighs spread wide to accommodate her massive stomach. She panted, chest heaving.
“No,” she said. “It will ruin the party.”
“But—“
“Please.” Noemi’s eyes softened, and Mari perceived her desperation clearly. “You’re one of my daughter’s more mature friends. I don’t want to embarrass her or cause a scene, and I need your help.”
Mari gulped. “What can I do?”
Noemi sighed. “Thank you. I just need to last until the party is over.”
The restroom door opened and someone walked in.
“Ms. Noemi? Are you in there?” The voice was a little slurred, tipsy from afternoon drinking.
Noemi composed herself and raised her voice. “I’m fine, thank you.”
“O-o-okay. Haven’t popped yet, have you?”
Noemi managed a weak laugh. “Holding it in.”
For now, Mari thought.
They waited until they heard the door close. Then Noemi said, “Could you—I need you to—” was she—blushing? “I can’t go back out covered in my waters.”
“O-oh,” Mari said, and she was suddenly aware of the distinct odor coming off of Noemi, the scent of her fluids, fecund and thick, the musk of a woman close to birthing. Noemi stood as Mari grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began to dab her formerly lean thighs, thickened over the course of her pregnancy.
“And–” She was really blushing now, Mari marveled. “I’d do it myself but–I can no longer reach around my stomach.”
Happy to. Mari drew her fingers around Noemi’s hips, noting the slight intake of breath as her thumbs brushed swollen underbelly. She hooked her bikini bottom and exposed her fleshy pregnancy pussy, damp and swampy, and the odor was stronger now. Mari breathed.
Then, “you have to close your legs.”
“Mm, trying.” Noemi struggled, the baby lodged in her pelvis making it almost impossible to pinch her knees shut. Her eyes widened. “Oh no…”
Her belly hitched and went hard. Her knees immediately buckled, thighs wide again.
“I need to push,” she said. She groaned as she began to bear down. The sides of her belly sucked in with the force of her pushing.
“No! Ms. Noemi, you have to hold it in, remember?” Mari said.
“Hnnnnfgh,” Noemi groaned. She tried to resist. “Hooh-hooh, god. I need to push.”
Mari, not knowing how to help, planted her palms on Noemi’s belly and rubbed the hot, furious skin. It burned under her palms, fevered. She could feel the desperate convulsions of Noemi’s strong internal muscles as they worked to expel her baby against her efforts.
“Oh,” Noemi grunted.
“Sorry!”
“No! No–ouugh–please. Don’t stop.”
Noemi closed her eyes and raised her chin, swaying back and forth as Mari stroked the tight, oblong surface. Experimentally, she flicked her thumb across Noemi’s bulging navel, and Noemi shivered.
The contraction ended, leaving Noemi worn and restless, her baby’s head burrowed deeper into her birth canal, fuller even, than she’d been before her labor. Mari removed her hands from Noemi’s belly, and Noemi appeared embarrassed, almost bashful.
“I wish–hah–you didn’t have to see me like this, much less care for me in such a compromising–ugh–condition. Modesty is hard enough to maintain when it comes to pregnancy.”
“You’re beautiful,” Mari said honestly.
Startled and disarmed, Noemi looked at her. It could have been the heat flush, or she could have been blushing again.
Part Two
They exited the restroom together and for the next hour, Noemi mingled near the pool bar, a drink in hand, and endured the powerful, relentless contractions. Mari stood beside her, and the first time another contraction struck she saw Noemi double over, muscles banding her belly, legs widening instinctively.
“Oh,” she whispered. “OH. I’m pushinnng-hnnngh.”
“No, you’re not,” Mari hissed back. “You can do this.” She placed a covert hand on Noemi’s curved back, massaging it gently, already accustomed to touching Noemi’s exposed, laboring body.
Noemi straightened, and painstakingly closed her legs as much as she could, attempting to hold her baby firm in her canal. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her grunts diminished into effortful pants.
“That’s it, Ms. Noemi,” Mari said. “I don’t think anybody noticed.”
“Good,” Noemi moaned under her breath. “Good. I’m feeling like pushing all the time now, even when the contraction’s gone. There’s so much pressure, right between my legs.”
Another contraction that hour had Noemi leaning heavily on Mari for support, her obtrusive belly pushing into Mari’s own flat tummy, making Mari wonder at the sensation of such a packed, heavy womb. She could feel the steely stretched muscles rippling against her. The skin contact moved heat from Mari’s stomach to between her legs, and again her pussy was beating, quick and warm like a pulse. She worried that she was leaking through her bikini bottom now, dizzied by arousal. Then Noemi moaned in her ear, arms wrapped around her shoulders, and Mari felt a wetness drip down her inner thigh.
“Aye, go get your mom!”
“Should she be drinking in that state?”
Luckily, everyone was too drunk at this point to think much about it.
Contractions were gripping Noemi mercilessly now, with barely any pause or respite, and she was barely holding on every time, fighting her body, her deep primal instinct to bear down against the baby in her canal. Every time Mari anchored her, caressing her hard belly, urging her gently, just hang on a little while longer. The last contraction left Noemi senseless with pain and need, foggy-headed. Her legs were permanently spread now, stance ridiculously wide.
“Oh, dear…” she breathed, and Mari followed her gaze to her front. Two wet spots had formed in her bikini top, nipples standing straight through the fabric.
“Ms. Noemi,” Mari said, summoning her courage. She looked Noemi in the eye. “Let me help you.”
Noemi let herself be led to the restrooms again, barely able to put one foot in front of the other, everything about her so full and aching.
“You don’t need to come in with me,” she said. “I can, ah, expel the milk on my own.”
“Don’t worry, Ms. Noemi,” Mari said. “I promised I’d take care of you.”
Noemi was blushing hard now, appearing almost drunk in her labored state. She allowed Mari to sit her down on the toilet. Mari gently teased the white bikini top from her breasts, and Noemi shivered, curling her toes at just the light brush of fabric against her sensitive nipples. Her dark areolas spread over her breasts, and around them blue veins ran through soft, tan skin. Her nipples jutted stiffly, heavy and laden, beaded at the tips with milk.
Mari set the flat of her hand against one and marveled as more milk beaded at the surface and then began to drip down the swell of Noemi’s breast and onto the long shelf of her belly. Noemi hissed, a sharp intake of air.
“Okay?”
Noemi nodded, unable to speak. Keep going.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” Mari said. She sat on Noemi’s lap and clamped her mouth around her nipple, cupping her other breast in her hand. Milk spurted from both breasts in tiny forceful streams. Noemi clapped a hand over her mouth to contain a sharp noise of pleasure and release, her back arching, other hand raised, opening and closing in the air. Mari suckled, feeling Noemi squirm under her, and lowered her free hand between her own legs, strumming her clit. Suddenly Noemi’s belly went hard again and she threw back her head to moan loudly, and Mari couldn’t tell whether from ecstasy or agony or a thrilling mixture of both.
“Oh, oh—Mari, please don’t—don’t stop. Fuck.”
Mari continued to suckle and the hand groping Noemi’s breast slid to her swell instead, tracing her linea nigra. There was no give to the surface, drum-tight, and Mari could feel Noemi’s belly seize violently, driving her baby down in a deep, involuntary push. Noemi’s moan lowered, guttural with sudden pushing, and Mari instantly took her lips away from Noemi’s breast. The milk stream diminished to dribble, her breasts not even close to being drained. Noemi squirmed at the sudden lapse.
“No pushing, remember?” Mari had settled well into a dominant role, playing out her ultimate fantasy, Noemi utterly receptive, responding to her every demand.
She breathed, slowly, and her hard belly relaxed somewhat.
“Good,” Mari said.
Noemi shuddered. “Yes, just—please. Continue.”
Mari smiled and said something she’d always wanted to say to Noemi: “Good girl.” The faint marks in the corners of her mouth, the maturity in her maternal hips, the refined elegance of her fingers—it was all subversive.
“I’ve never—never been called that by anyone,” Noemi panted. “Especially not someone no twenty years my junior.”
Mari bent her head again and Noemi’s lips tightened in preparation. She latched back onto her nipple, milk gushing into her mouth, and began to thumb Noemi’s stony pointed navel, her entire belly an erogenous zone at this point, her navel the sensory peak. Noemi nearly shrieked, delirious, and beneath her thighs Mari felt her hips bucking, building not only toward delivery now, but a climax. Mari continued to masturbate herself furiously, working her mouth at the same time, sinking her teeth lightly into Noemi’s breast, just enough to leave light, red marks. Noemi’s thighs began to quake with tremors and Mari’s pussy squeezed tight, clit bared—she gasped against Noemi’s soft chest at the same time that Noemi’s lips parted in a perfect O. Then they both trembled through watery orgasms.
Noemi looked at her with glassy eyes, hazy. She leaned in, lips soft and open and receptive for a kiss—then stopped, delicate features twisting into a grimace, and released a thunderous groan, lifting her bottom off the toilet seat with the force of her pushing. Her eyes went wide. Mari could tell something had changed. She was feeling something, deep inside of herself.
She tried to articulate the sensation. “Guh—the baby, it’s—mmmm, it’s right between—the baby’s in my vagina!”
Mari looked at her. She was desperate, out of control, her face flushed and beaded with sweat, moist short hair clinging to her forehead. Her contracting belly, lower than ever.
Mari leaned forward and rammed a kiss onto her lips, and made her taste her own milk.
Part Three
Mari rose from Noemi’s lap. Her tortured spasming belly hung so low at this point that even when she raised herself from the toilet seat Mari still couldn’t see her pussy, just the creases where her extreme underbelly sank into the flesh of her hips, and the tiny white string of her bikini bottom wrapping them, dragged by the heavy downward sag. Noemi was already trying to push again, nothing else in her mind except the baby now coming out of her. Legs planted wide, firmly squatted. It didn’t seem like she could even straighten up at this point, so heavy and low with the head. She grunted loudly, frantic in her efforts to pull her bikini bottom down her thighs and alleviate the immense pressure in her bottom. Sweat poured from her slick skin. She was obviously in the final stages of labor, and like she had been twenty-one years ago, she was consumed by the need to birth her baby.
Mari stood, watching in the sticky panties she’d just masturbated herself hard in, pussy still convulsing. She could see the light red teeth marks ringing Noemi’s areola. She had marked her. Noemi was hers. And yet, she wasn’t paying any mind to the girl who had suckled her to orgasm. Her only focus was pushing her baby out into her bikini, and once she did that she would become a mother again. Mari felt insecure, possessive. Would things return to the way they had been before? Noemi never noticing her, never giving her the attention she had craved. Suddenly, Mari reached for Noemi’s fingers at the hem of her bikini.
“Ms. Noemi.” Her voice was a firm reprimand. “I thought you wanted me to help you. I can’t help you if you push your baby out right now.”
Noemi could barely talk at this point. “Have—to—PUSH.” Mari still felt that awe, seeing such an articulate, modest woman reduced to animalistic instinct. She groaned, bearing down more, and her groan tightened as the baby was driven deeper into her bottom.
Mari circled her, tracing her fingers lightly from Noemi’s contraction-wracked torpedo belly to her curving bent back. Standing behind her now, she took Noemi’s delicate wrists in her hands and moved them away from the bikini bottom. Then she bent to see Noemi’s squatted thighs and bottom, and between her cheeks the wetted white bikini was beginning to tent outward. Mari gently rolled the bikini down to Noemi’s widespread knees. The pregnancy pussy she had just seen hours ago was now unrecognizably swollen and bulged with a startlingly huge head, yet her lips had barely parted. Mari wasn’t even sure if Noemi could birth something so big. Between Noemi’s thighs she could see her brown hanging belly harden again, the contractions now relentless, forcing Noemi into constant pushing.
As she watched, Noemi’s pussy bulged more and reddened. Her lips slowly began to part, distending—until Mari clapped her hand over the head. Noemi’s hot pussy strained against her palm, but Mari didn’t permit the head to progress any further. She heard Noemi’s strangled sob of frustration.
“It’s okay,” Mari cooed. “If you can’t hold it in, I can for you.”
Gently, she slipped the bikini bottom back up Noemi’s thighs and pulled it firmly over her hips, wedging the baby tight in her pussy. It yielded a little, but certainly not enough for Noemi to deliver the head. Noemi gasped at the feeling of the fabric against her sensitive, tender opening.
Mari then redid Noemi’s top, tying it in the back.
“There,” she appraised Noemi, trembling and gasping, filled completely with her baby. “I think you’re ready to go back out. People are probably getting suspicious of us.”
“Okay,” Noemi closed her eyes. “Just a little longer.”
“That’s it, Ms. Noemi!” Mari’s eyes lit up. “Hold it in for me.”
It was evening now. A lot of people had deserted, and those who stayed were trashed, too inebriated to notice Mari step out with Noemi in tow. They didn’t notice that Noemi only walked in a squatted position now, knees bent, legs far apart. They didn’t notice the sweat beading her forehead, or the flush of her cheeks. They didn’t notice her hanging belly, constantly constricting with contractions and hard unceasing pushes. And they certainly didn’t notice the conspicuous bulge straining her bikini bottom, dripping fluids from between her thighs.
Nobody assumed such a composed woman would be bent under the thumb of a girl twenty years younger than her, crowning into her bikini right there at the poolside.
Noemi staggered to a wicker pool chair, and slowly lowered herself with Mari’s help, only to yelp and cringe away when her bulged bottom made contact with the seat.
“Here—“ Mari said. “Try to sit back instead.”
Noemi sat with her back arched, legs open to the poolside, so that the head rested in her pussy without being crammed between her and the chair. She was already pushing, her knuckles white, gripping the arm rests so hard, Mari thought they might snap in her grasp. Her toes curled. Liquid pattered the deck beneath the chair, a puddle spreading under her. The head parted her more. She seemed unable to spread her legs wide enough, grunting and pushing and stretching. Even when she paused, it no longer slid back in, kept her lips taut and spread.
She pushed. The head no longer moved. The fabric trapped it snugly. She pushed again. Hard. Nothing. She pushed and pushed, caught in endless contractions and pushes. Mari heard her name panted, again and again, as she circled the head over the fabric with light fingers. Satisfaction stirred her.
Noemi was hers.
Finally, Noemi clambered heavily from her seat. She dropped into a deep squat on the deck and threw her head back, interrupting her silent pushes with a strained moan as she bore down once again, pained for leverage, obeying her instinctual need for a position change despite her unyielding clothes. Mari heard her joints pop; her forty-something body was at its limit.
It was time. They both sensed it.
Mari leaned in. Her breath shivered Noemi’s ear. “Are you ready, Noemi?” she whispered, forgoing the “Ms” title for the first time.
Noemi nodded. Once.
Mari paused. “Are you sure?”
Noemi nodded vigorously as she heaved with another push.
“Come on, then.”
The party was over. Nobody was left except for Noemi’s daughter, who had been laying passed out in a reclining chair since noon.
The pool water was cool on Mari’s skin as she waded down the steps. She discarded her bikini as she went, and the cold pricked up her bare nipples. Noemi breathed a deep sigh as she waded in herself. The water enveloped her thighs, her heavy submerging belly, and finally her splayed breasts as she sank. Mari swam up behind her and hugged her around the circumference of her gravid belly. She pressed herself to the curve of Noemi’s back, naked skin touching as they drifted for a second. Only a second, though. Soon it was over and Noemi was placing her head back, into Mari’s shoulder, and pushing. Mari’s hands traveled to Noemi’s bikini bottom and—
“Push for me,” she breathed, and pulled it down.
Noemi shouted loudly and groaned her baby into Mari’s hand. Her vaginal lips stretched, forming an angry fervent oval around the massive head. She groaned, forceful in her efforts. Her thighs gaped open in the water. Her pussy was a slick, round, red circle now, straining and slipping around the head. Her groans were almost inhuman, overwhelmed with need and desire and basic instinct. Mari felt the head inch out with Noemi’s powerful pushes, and admired its size and width. This was coming from Noemi, coming through her, creaking her aged bones and spreading her in a way she hadn’t been since her youth.
Her belly raised and then dropped with a final push, the drawn muscles of her uterus convulsing, and she shrieked. The head reached its widest point. Eyes, nose, ears, she opened around each feature. For a moment her lips whitened, pale around the head. Then a pop, a burst, a release. Noemi shuddered. Her legs jerked in the water and opaque amniotic fluids spilled from her.
“Uggghhh.”
“You did it,” Mari said. She marveled at Noemi’s motherly drive as she caressed the head hanging from Noemi’s pussy. “Just the shoulders now.”
“Ohhhh,” Noemi brought her hand between her legs, holding Mari’s as they both cupped the head. “My baby,” she panted. “My baby….”
“Let’s meet her together,” Mari whispered.
Noemi arched in the pool, belly and breasts and upturned nipples raising above the water. With a sweet, quiet groan, she gave birth into Mari’s waiting hands.
Noemi sat beside the pool on the reclining chair, her stomach sagging in her lap, ruined by a dark linea nigra. Her short hair plastered her forehead. Her attention was on the baby suckling at her milky breast. She looked up when Mari trotted to her with spare towels, and smiled tiredly.
Mari leaned down and wrapped her in the towel, and kissed her on the cheek.
“So,” Noemi said. “How do we tell my other daughter?”
#fpreg#clothing birth#birth denial#breast milk#labor kink#birth kink#pregnant kink#fxf smut#dom/sub dynamics
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Since being tagged today made me think I could in any way interact with a ‘mainstream’ SW fan without punching them??? Take notes babes
I think the clones should lactate out of love and the need to see their Jedi sucking on their tits. I think Jedi should just have random fpreg (force pregnancy) all the time like it’s normal shit to them. I think Obi-Wan gave birth to not just Cal, but also Reva. Quinlan was the other daddy and spent a solid three years trying to hide from Qui-Gon so the man wouldn’t murder him On Sight. I think Jedi are the most likely culture to have nudists in their communities because of a lack of body shyness, and I mean this in a completely non-sexual way. A betazoid way, even. Master Yaddle is a lesbian and she gets 🐱 constantly. Yoda is a virgin and he CHOSE that life. Catboy infection AU is an actual AU I wrote posts for on here and you guys took me seriously I need to bring that one back that was GOLD. I think Obi-Wan should be put in time out and a onesie.
Come on guys, I’m trying to keep the rent down with these warning shots, take me seriously because I take these serious as fuck.
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i can't believe that people are mad about the lesbian fpreg (force pregnancy) and not the fact that like... barely 100 years before the phantom menace it was apparently STANDARD PRACTICE in the jedi order to test eight year olds for force sensitivity and just let them into the order willy nilly. like girl wtf. "he's too old" bitch where?? nine is too far but eight is just fine?? feel like i'm having a stroke and i'm living in an alternate star wars universe because wtf??
#like i s2g half the jedi council from the prequels are still around#yoda? yaddle? plo koon??#yarael poof? i bet that bitch is still around#this makes me crazy#other than that i did like the episode#i love the twins i love the lesbian witches i love sol#he's baby even tho it's batshit the way they're writing them#i love the widdle padawan#but i couldn't get past that#even sol being four i was like bitch what??#the acolyte#star wars
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Y’all gonna be so fr with y’all rn I need to see more fpreg in my omegaverse. I don’t know the stats on it and I don’t even like the pregnancy trope but I need it. Give me my lesbian fpreg fic I need it more than air
#someone please take my phone away from me#it’s 3am and I need to go to work in 4 hours#no but fr where is the fpreg#goddamn where even is the nbpreg. the gender-fluid preg even.#where the fuck are my non-m pregs???#omegaverse#a/b/o
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I think we need to start using the term fpreg to specify when lesbians breed each other like mpreg gays do because it's not supposed to be natural insemination or whatever. Or going to the doctor to get a donor (unsexy don't talk to me). It's magic dicks or alien fucking and the power of cumming loads inside your girlfriend as a woman of lesbian culture
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