#ftm clothed birth

[tboybreedingden]

I keep thinking about how hot it would be as a trans man for me to give birth publicly.

Planning extensively for a home birth but just spending as much time as possible out and about as my due date gets closer.

Not only would it be hot to have everyone staring at me, whispering, "is that guy.... Pregnant?" But also the constant walking around would help the baby settle lower in my pelvis and would help induce labor.

I'd obviously feel and notice when the contractions start, but I'd just keep walking to the next place on my errands list, leaning against buildings when they get so intense that my legs buckle.

I'd walk into a store, ignoring the burning in my cunt as my cervix starts dilating. I'd try my best to act normal, waddling and stopping to catch my breath as people around me stop and stare. I'd pick up the few items I need, having to lean heavily on the self checkout.

Someone would ask me if I was okay on my way out but I'd lie that I'm just having Braxton Hicks and I'm fine, and I'd keep going to the next stop. I would slowly waddle down the sidewalk, stopping to moan as I feel my body trying to stretch and make room for the baby that's threatening to push its way out on Main Street.

I keep going, stopping by a park to sit and gather my bearings. An intense contraction hits me and I feel the baby's head starting to breech my cervix. I cry and try to not push, but my body betrays me, eliciting a scream and forcing my head back as I feel my cunt stretching open.

I quickly try to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans as another contraction rips through my body, forcing me to push again. My ass slides forward on the bench and I slide my jeans off, bracing my right foot against the bench and my left against the ground. I watch as bystanders stare and pull their phones out, some to call an ambulance, and some to record videos.

I breathe heavily and dig my nails into the bench, pushing hard as another contraction rips through me. I feel my cunt lips thin and stretch under my boxers as the baby's head gets closer to its destination. I put my hand down my boxers, rubbing my tdick to relieve the pressure as I prepare to push again.

Another strong contraction hits me and I bear down hard, feeling as my baby's head pops out, bulging in my blood soaked boxers. I try to cup my other hand around the baby as I jack off and push the shoulders out, and with a final push I'm able to pull the baby out and up through the waist of my boxers.

I look up at everyone watching as EMTs approach, embarrassed but satisfied. They tie and cut the cord and take my baby to be examined in the ambulance. I take my boxers off and let the EMTs examine my swollen and broken cunt out in the open as they deliver the placenta, strangers still staring at my gaping boycunt. I moan in pleasure as the EMT rubs my open cervix and explores my cunt, making him blush and smile.

I eventually get in the ambulance, proud of myself for my public display, and wondering how fast I can get pregnant and try it again.

[birthanon]

I’m curious if you are going to write any more about births???

If you are I have a few ideas in mind for what you could use for prompts.

yes I do give your consent to use my prompts for your work.

Here is one of them

hidden pregnancy and the person is in a very serious meeting and they are having contractions they have to hide their pregnancy because the boss has a certain image and will fire them if they don’t comply with the guidelines.

P.s. if you do see this post I would love for the character to be male or ftm but it’s up to you 

Hi! Thanks so much for my first ask! I am definitely going to be writing more births. It's how I'm dealing with *gestures at America*. Thanks for this prompt! It kind of took on a life of its own, but I hope you like this little story.

Contains: trans mpreg, birth, extreme birth denial, clothing birth, public laboring, pushing the baby back in (multiple times). All my favorite stuff. Hopefully some of your favorite stuff too! (Story after cut)

Xander groaned, doubling over and clutching his stomach as yet another contraction struck. He’d lost his mucus plug the night before, and had been having contractions come and go throughout the night. Really, he knew the last thing he should be doing was going to work. But there was a very important meeting for a client today, and his boss had assigned him as the lead contact.

The elevator dinged to its destination, and Xander forced himself to straighten. He was already a fairly large man, so his baby bump passed as a beer belly. No one at the office, besides his boss, knew he was trans; and he was pretty sure no one at all knew he was pregnant.

Xander reached his desk and sat down with relief, stretching out his aching back. Just as he logged into his computer, someone tapped at the wall of his cubicle.

“Hello Xander,” his boss said, leaning against the wall. He was dressed immaculately; wavy brown hair, nicely tailored suit, shiny wing-tip shoes, classy golden watch. The man screamed wealth, and knew how to wear it. CEO of a successful tech company at a young age, John Wilson was practically a living embodiment of class. “ Are you ready for your presentation today?”

“I am,” Xander said, forcing a smile. “You can count on me, sir.”

John smiled. “Well then, stand up, give me a twirl.”

This was a normal action—Xander had been hired on as John’s assistant while he was still newly transitioned. One look at Xander’s scruffy facial hair and thrifted suit, and John had made Xander’s fashion choices his personal project. Still, it was harder today to get out of his chair and give the obligatory turn.

“You’ve gained some weight,” John observed. “You might need to make another trip to the tailors. And your packer’s in the wrong place. You look hard. Can’t have you hard in front of our client today. Here, put this on.” He tossed something to Xander, who caught it easily enough.

Xander glanced down at the fabric, and realized after some puzzling, that it was a pack strap. But it was strange. Instead of going around the thighs or sitting just around the waist it looked like some sort of very tight underwear with a hole for his packer. 

Obediently, Xander pocketed the strap and headed to the bathroom. Another strong contraction hit him while he was there, and he breathed hard through the building pressure. Something splattered into the toilet that wasn’t pee—or at least not only pee, and Xander groaned. Of course the baby would chose now of all times to decide to come, instead of last weekend when it was due.

Once the contraction was over, he cleaned up and put on the pack strap. It was very tight around his hips, and pressed firmly against his sensitive parts, but it did indeed manage to hold his packer at a more realistic angle. As he pulled on his boxers and pants and glanced down, he admired how natural it looked. No more bunching up, with this new strap.

Then Xander gasped as another contraction struck. Without the cushioning of his waters, the pain was much more acute. He was left panting as it passed. Not good. But it was his first baby, and a large one. Surely he could get through one more day of work. He didn’t have any more sick days available, not after how hard the morning sickness had got him earlier that year.

He came out of the bathroom, and spent about an hour going over his presentation, breathing through each contraction, feeling the baby slowly stretch him open inside. 

Then the alarm on his phone went off—time for the big meeting.

With a groan Xander got to his feet, bracing his back and shifting his weight carefully. While he’d been sitting and working, things had shifted. It felt almost as though the baby would fall right out of him if he moved wrong. Grabbing his things, he shuffled awkwardly to the meeting room on the next floor.

John was already on the elevator, and held the door open as Xander approached, breathing hard, face slightly red.

“Thanks,” Xander wheezed as he reached the elevator.

“Can’t have you late for the meeting,” John said with a smile. Some amount of alien tenderness came to his eyes. “Are you all right? You are looking a bit peckish.”

Xander’s chest fluttered—partly in fear that his secret would be discovered, partly from the tenderness of the attention. John wasn’t a tender man, not often. He ran a tight ship and expected perfection from his employees, and especially from Xander. But there had been once, about forty-two weeks ago, when they’d gone on a business trip together. John had gotten bad news, and they’d both drunk a lot. Xander had woken up the next morning in bed with a fast asleep John, completely naked, and sore between the legs. Panicked, Xander had quickly left the room and pretended it hadn’t happened. John had seemed too drunk to remember anything the night before and—well that’s why it was so crucial John didn’t find out. Xander had slept with no one else.

“Fine,” Xander replied once he’d gotten his breath back. “Just a bit nervous.”

To combat his assertion, the pain of another contraction wrapped around his belly. As he looked down, trying to breath away the pain, he swore he could see his stomach change shape with the strength of its force. Don’t push, don’t push, don’t push, Xander repeated to himself, pressing his legs close together as John watched.

Luckily, his boss didn’t seem to notice. He just patted Xander on the back, perhaps a bit harder than necessary. “You’ll do fine,” he said, then handed Xander a hanky. “But wipe your face off before you get up there. No need to look nervous. You are one of the most competent employees I have.”

Then the elevator had arrived, and the contraction was still going. Despite Xander’s reluctance to move or spread his feet apart, he had to get out before the elevator closed again. Under John’s careful eye, he took a shaky step out of the elevator. As soon as his legs spread, he could feel his baby’s head shift further down his canal. Forcing his face to casualness, he continued to walk forward as the contraction weakened and his stomach returned to its usual shape.

The client they were meeting with was rich, powerful, and—most importantly—a woman. John had picked Xander because of this last fact, citing Xander’s ability to interact with women without being sexist as a unique skill amongst the men in his business. This seemed a pathetic excuse to Xander, but wasn’t going to complain about the opportunity it gave him. If he succeeded in this, he was almost certainly due for a promotion. Which he needed—babies were expensive.

Stepping forward with a forced smile, Xander introduced himself to the client and to John, as well as a few other people there, and was in turn introduced to the client's team. With great relief, he took his seat as the meeting began. 

He did his best to focus, but his contractions had begun ramping up. It was harder and harder to disobey his body’s command to push, and the baby slipped deeper and deeper down his birth canal. He wrapped his shaking fingers tightly around the underside of the table to stabilize himself, crossed his legs hard enough he crushed his silicon dick between them, and did his best to ignore his body.

His tactics worked well for the first hour of the meeting, but then it was his turn to give a presentation. John and the client looked at him expectantly just as the strongest contraction yet seized his stomach. Xander forced himself to uncross his legs, which had practically glued themselves together with sweat, then slowly he stood. As he did, his core muscles engaged, and that was enough. The baby shot forward, down his canal, and his hole lit on fire.

He bit his lip in order to prevent a whimper of distress, disguising the whole thing by bending over and gathering his stuff until the contraction waned. As he took a step to the lectern, his hips ached, and his legs were forced awkwardly far apart, the bowling ball of a head lodged between them. 

Thus began his presentation, him standing behind the lectern, talking, legs spreading further and further apart as the baby spread his hole apart a bit more with each contraction. When he felt the pain coming, he’d pause his presentation to ask questions of his audience, ask them to talk amongst themselves. It was a bit like school, but it was interactive and kept them awake. Plus it gave him time to work through each contraction without it showing in his voice. For even the fluctuation of pain in his voice would have been a sign of failure in John’s eyes.

Finally, his part of the presentation wrapped up. He gathered his stuff, then waddled back to his chair. As he eased himself into it, he felt the baby’s crowning head press against the cushion, and then get shoved back inside of him. His eyes widened in pain, and he let out a little huff. He stifled it as soon as he noticed, then glanced around.

No one was looking at him, engaged in the next part of the meeting already. Xander sunk carefully back into his seat, his legs spread wide, his belly, much lower now, resting between them. 

As the others talked, he lost himself in the sensation of each contraction coming and going, of his baby stretching his hole little by little. The baby was large, and he couldn’t push much without drawing attention to himself, but still the fire was steadily, gradually increasing.

“Isn’t that right, Xander?”

Xander glanced up from his clasped hands, looking at his boss who’d addressed him. “Of course, sir,” he agreed instinctively, unsure of the context.

“Will the software development team be able to add the AI search feature before launch?” the client asked, likely a second time.

“They certainly could,” Xander replied. “We’ve got a great team, and they really know how to hit deadlines. It wouldn’t be a problem.”

Apparently satisfied, the client turned back to her team, as another contraction increased the fire in his crotch ten-fold.  He was just thinking he was going to have to excuse himself to go to the bathroom, when she reached out her hand. He took hers, and they shook. 

“We look forward to doing business.”

Relief shot through Xander, first because he had succeeded, and second because this hellish meeting was over and he could go back to his cubicle and at least groan through the contractions. There were still two hours left of the work day to get through.

Though he yearned to stay sitting right where he was, manners dictated he stand when she did and escort her from the room. As soon as he stood, gravity yanked the baby down further, and he couldn’t help but gasp at the sudden movement after hours of progress a millimeter at the time.

Luckily, John was talking to the client and she didn’t seem to notice as he hobbled awkwardly after them. They got on the elevator, and Xander waddled bow-legged to the bathroom. As soon as he was there, he stripped his pants, dropped everything, and sat on the toilet seat. A contraction came, and for the first time he pushed. He reached down, feeling the head grow into his palm until the crown filled nearly the whole thing. 

It felt so good to push after so long, to obey the desire of his screaming body. Then the contraction stopped, and horror filled him. He couldn’t give birth, not in the middle of the work day. He’d be fired. So very fired. John would never stand the scandal. 

With shaking hands, he pressed against the baby’s head and began to gently push it back up into his canal. It felt wrong. White hot pain shot through him, and he couldn’t help but cry out. But slowly, surely, his hole closed back around the baby’s head. He’d bought himself a bit more time. 

The new pack strap pressed painfully against his sore, stretched lips. It was stained with blood and birthing fluids, but not enough to soak through to his pants. Exhausted, but steeled for another two hours of work, he washed up, checked himself in the mirror, then headed back down.

John met him as he came out of the elevator, clapping him on the back. “You did very well. Just as I said you would. And I’ve got you a reward. Come with me.”

Xander didn’t want a reward, he wanted to go back to his desk, sit on his comfy chair, and to not give birth in peace. But John wasn’t one who could be denied. So he followed John, who led Xander to a small office. The walls were completely made of glass, giving him a million dollar view of the city below, but also giving John, whose office was next door, a perfectly good view of everything Xander did.

“Thank you, sir,” Xander managed. “I don’t know what—” he trailed off as he noticed the desk’s height. There was no seat in sight. His new desk was a walking desk.

“I noticed your weight gain,” John said. “Thought you might enjoy the exercise while you work. Great job again!” Then he patted Xander on his shoulder, his hand lingering for just a second too long, then he was gone.

Xander stared at the desk, glanced back through the glass walls to see John watching him from his own desk, then back at the desk. His things were already there, on top, waiting. He had no excuse to go back. With a groan, Xander went to his desk, pressing his legs together to keep the baby in, and powered on the computer. Immediately, the wide treadmill began to move, forcing Xander to spread his legs and walk.

His hips ached, and the baby shifted painfully in his hips with each step. His hole burned as it began to emerge once again. Contractions came and went, and God he needed to push, but he couldn’t stop walking or he’d get yanked away from his computer and end up sprawled awkwardly on the floor in front of his hot boss. Just keep walking, Just keep walking, he chanted as the baby moved further and further down.

He tried to work, but he got nothing productive done. Focused only on walking and the burning of his privates, increasing more and more with each step. At the next contraction, the burning increased past what it had before. This is it, Xander thought as he walked, the baby’s going to come out in my pants, right in front of my boss.

But it didn’t. The movement stopped, and as the contraction ended, something forced the baby back to where it had been before the latest contraction. Xander whimpered at the painful, wrong sensation.

The process repeated over and over with each of the following contractions. The packer holder, Xander realized. It was tight enough it was holding the baby in place. 

The two hours passed torturously. The baby sat in a permanent crown between his legs as he waddled awkwardly on the treadmill, unable to stop and push, unable to make any progress. Alone in his office, he at least could whimper and groan as necessary, but he couldn’t get off the treadmill, couldn’t stop and push, without John seeing. And John was always looking.

Finally, five pm rolled around. Xander had been in active labor for seven hours. He was exhausted. Blurry minded, sore everywhere. But he had done it. He would call a cab, go to the hospital, and give birth to his child. 

Not even bothering to gather his stuff he staggered, shaky-legged, out the door. Only to practically run into John. 

“Seems like that exercise did you good,” he noted. 

Xander panted, another contraction striking him. Finally standing still, he couldn’t help but spread his legs slightly, and push. “Just. . .  not. . . used to . .  it,” he panted.

“You did very well today. I’d like to take you out to dinner, to celebrate our new client.”

No, please, Xander thought, eyes widening. He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t keep up this charade. The baby had been literally spreading him at his fullest for hours. He couldn’t do a dinner. But one didn’t say no to a dinner with John, not if they valued their job. So Xander nodded, and found himself waddling after John.

“I’ll drive you there, we can come back and pick up your car after,” John said. Xander considered protesting, but John, as the boss, had prime parking, and his own car was parked an intimidating distance away. Plus, he didn’t trust himself to drive in this state. So he agreed. With numb, shaking legs, he staggered after John, collapsing in the car.

It wasn’t until his butt hit the seat and the baby’s head was shoved back inside, causing Xander to cry out, that he remembered sitting would be a bad idea.

“Are you all right?” John asked.

“Fine,” Xander replied once he got his breath back. “Just. . . hit my head. . . on the frame.”

John talked as they drove, and Xander tried to pay attention, but he was lost in exhaustion, the now familiar mantra of don’t push filling his mind. He couldn’t keep his legs together anymore. They were spread wide, but with each contraction, Xander forced his crotch firmly against the nice car seat, keeping the head in place just behind his lips. After so long of the agonizing stretch of a crowning head, having it deeper inside him was a strange relief.

Dinner was agony. Xander ate little, though the food was worth his entire paycheck, he was too nauseous, too exhausted. But John talked with a gusto, drinking glass after glass of wine. As the night wore on, John became clearly drunk. The casual touches on Xander’s shoulders and arms and hands began to linger. His cheeks glowed, his eyes gleamed in the candle light of the table.

The contractions were increasing, nearly constant now, frustrated at their lack of progress. Xander couldn’t take it any more. He needed to give birth. “I’m sorry sir,” he gasped, his hand pressing against the bulge in his pants. “Its been a great night, but I have to go.”

John reached across the table, grabbing Xander’s free hand. “You don’t have to call me sir, we’re off duty,” he said, catching Xander’s eyes. Then he paused, his eyes going down to where he held Xander’s hand, and he withdrew, coughing a bit. “You can, of course, head home as you need. But I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask that you take me home, since you are sober.”

Xander groaned, another contraction peaking. Tears of pain and frustration leaked down his face. But he agreed. John got up, swaying. And Xander stood slowly, awkwardly, his baby crowned in his pants, pressing against his worn packer-holder. The bulge bigger, the stretch far more painful than it had been during work. The fabric was wearing, allowing the head further and further out.

Together, the two men stumbled out of the restaurant and back to the car. John at least, didn’t seem sober enough to notice Xander very obviously pushing each time they hit a red light. He couldn’t help but push any longer. The baby had to come out. He needed to give birth.

The boss didn’t live far. Xander pulled up, red faced and relieved. He stood from the car, noticing the way the seat gleamed with wetness. He was leaking. 

A contraction came, and he grabbed the hood of the car and crouched, giving in to the push. The baby’s head inched further out, fighting his clothes’ restraining tension and winning. He groaned in pain and relief.

Then, “What are you doing?” John had come around the car.

Xander straightened immediately, but he could feel his baby’s fully crowned head pressing against his thighs. He couldn’t give in now, not after everything. He was so close. He just had to get John inside, then he could strip and birth, there on the sidewalk if he needed to. It wouldn’t take long now. The baby’s head was practically out.

“Just stretching,” Xander lied. “A bit sore, from. . .” Another contraction peaked, cutting him off. He stretched somehow, more, as his baby’s nose passed through his hole. He wanted to scream, wanted to collapse, wanted to strip. Instead he managed to just whimper.

“You seem beat,” John said. “Come on in, I’ll call you a cab.”

Trapped, Xander, was forced to step forward, away from the car, his baby’s head brushing his wide-spread legs with each step. Inside, Xander didn’t dare sit down, He stood in the corner legs obviously spread. He didn’t care anymore, he couldn’t have closed them if his life depended on it.

John stepped out, supposedly to make a call, and Xander crouched and pushed and moaned. Time passed. John came back in, a bottle of wine and a deck of card in hand. “Want to play a game while you wait?” he asked.

Xander couldn’t say no to John, so he nodded, forcing himself somewhat upright. Surely, John knew. Surely, he could see the massive bulge in Xander’s pants, the baby out to its ears. No one could be this oblivious? Xander wasn’t even acting anymore, actively moaning with each contraction, his legs spread like a baby deer’s.

“We’ll play strip poker. Your cab will get here before we get too far, I’m sure.”

Xander sat carefully on the couch, keeping his legs spread, hips tilted so the baby wouldn't be forced in again. The contractions continued, the pain immense as John sat across from him, and dealt.

Xander couldn’t focus, and so began to strip, gratefully out of his tie, then out of his suit jacket, then slipped off his shoes and socks. The cab still didn’t come. Xander forced himself to focus and won the next two hands, John choosing to take off first his suit, then his collared shirt, slipping it off while keeping his tie on.

Staring at John’s perfectly sculpted body, his tie hanging between his pecs, pointing a line at his abs and the trail of dark hair that led to his boxers, Xander suddenly knew that John had not called a cab.

He lost the next hand, and still trying to forestall the inevitable, removed his shirt. His stomach was bright red beneath his hair, riddled with stretch marks and bruises. Without a shirt on, it was very clearly a pregnant belly. John and Xander watched together as it visibly contracted.

John licked his lips.

Locked in the inevitableness, they played another hand. Xander lost.

“I can’t take off more,” he admitted. He could not remove his pants, not without pushing the head back in. And he hadn’t the will to do that to himself, not again.

“Let me help you,” John said. He came around the table, pushed Xander back on the plush couch, oh so gently. His warm fingers slid over Xander’s swollen belly, and Xander couldn’t help but moan in relief at the contact. The fingers continued downward, cradling the massive bulge in Xander’s pants. 

Another contraction came, and Xander pushed, face turning red. The baby’s head strained against the seam of his pants, massive. Then the contraction ended, and the head slid just a bit further in. “Please,” Xander begged, voice tight with pain and exhaustion. “Get them off.”

With his verbal consent, John nodded. He leaned forward, his bare stomach brushing Xander’s, until his face was a mere inch away. One hand cupped Xander’s cheek, the other the massive bulge in Xander’s pants. Then he closed the distance, pressing his mouth against Xander’s in an earnest kiss as he shoved the baby all the way back in. 

Shocked, Xander tried to scream, choking instead on John’s tongue. It was heaven and hell, all bundled into one, and Xander didn’t know how to process it. 

John pulled away, leaving Xander in a fugue. Vaguely, he was aware of John quickly working to remove his pants, his boxers, and his strap, leaving Xander completely nude before his billionaire boss. Xander spread his legs wide, not caring any longer, revealing folds glistening with birthing fluid, red and swollen from the stress of his delayed birth. 

John reached out, caressing Xander’s cheek. “You’ve done so well, Xander. So well today. This was a test, to see if you had what it took to be my spouse and the co-owner of my company. And you passed with flying colors. So, if you’ll have me, I will be yours, on one condition.”

Xander stared, heart pounding. John’s shirt was off. His pants too, were gone, though Xander didn’t remember him removing them. His member stood rigid in his boxers as he sat between Xander’s spread legs, meeting his eyes. He was the father of Xander’s child, everything he’d wanted, despite this torture he’d put Xander through. Xander had let him do it, because he’d wanted it. Wanted him. “Yes,” Xander said. “Anything.”

“Let me watch you birth our child.”

John knew. He'd known the whole time. But Xander wasn’t surprised anymore. This whole thing seemed inevitable. Perfectly planned. John, seeming no longer drunk at all. 

A contraction came, and Xander pushed. For the first time, he was free. He pressed his head to his chest, curled around his stomach, spread his legs wide and pushed with all his might. The head crept forward, dark curly hair spreading him wide. Xander screamed with effort. Took a deep breath, then pushed again, his contractions coming at a frantic pace.

The head stretched him wide, growing with each push. John’s hand came out, cupping the head as it emerged, massaging Xander’s lips. He cooed with each push. Whispered, “You are doing so well, Xander, so well. Look at this head we have created together. Look, there are its little eyebrows, its little nose, it’s little mouth.”

Then with one last push, the head was out. Long-held fluids gushed with it, spraying both John and his very expensive couch. But John was unphased. He smiled, one hand holding the baby’s head, the other reached out, rubbing Xander’s stomach. “Almost done now. Breathe. Let the baby turn.”

But Xander was done breathing. He couldn’t control himself anymore, lost the glorious pain of pushing. He pushed and pushed, screaming with the effort. With each contraction, the head bulged forward, then went back. No progress. He wasn’t making progress anymore! Tears of panic leaked. “I can’t do it,” he sobbed, frantic. “It’s stuck! It’s stuck!”

John’s hand left his belly, slipping into his hole alongside his baby’s neck, sending a burning pain through Xander’s nethers. He screamed, and John hushed him, hand far inside, alongside the baby’s neck.

Something dislodged in Xander’s hip. John ordered him to push. Xander complied, and he was stretched again, impossibly wide, by first one shoulder, then finally then next.

Panting, he opened his eyes, to find John cradling the crying baby. 

“It’s a boy,” John announced, then paused, smiling. “Well at least at the moment. Stellar job, Xander. Doing all this. I’m so very proud.”

Panting, Xander just smiled. 

“Stay here,” John ordered. “I’ll get the baby cleaned up, then I’ll help you. I’ve got a nursery all set up, and I have told the office we won’t be in for at least a month. Once we get you cleaned up, you can rest as much as you like. I’ll take care of feeding the baby. Then we’ll raise him and our company together. As partners.”

[birthing-babys]

The full moon shone down on the isolated castle, which belonged to the vampire.

The vampire sighed as his rubbed his swollen stomach. Groaning as he felt contractions, the baby would be here soon.

The vampire couldn't believe he let a foolish mortal impregnate him. He had always despised children, and now he is forced to birth one.

He got up and hobbled to a large table, drinking the glass of blood, and he whined as a contraction hit him.

Suddenly, a splash came from in between his legs, and a contraction controlled him to push the baby's head through his cervix and into his birth canal. He cried out, not wanting to be alone but no one was there to help him.

He hobbled to his large sofa (couch), but just before he got there, he was forced to push again, trapping the baby inside on his trousers.

He sat down and began to fight his clothes off, but the baby couldn't wait, and it forced itself into a full crown in his underwear.

His pussy burning, he began to cry. Suddenly, he got an idea, a bad idea, but an idea to get himself ready.

His screams echoed through the castle as he pushed the baby back inside.

Quickly, he got the rest of his clothes off and hoisted his legs up. Slowly, he pushed the head back out into a wet bulge. Panting, he pushed the head into a full crown again, crying as it burns.

Gentle, he felt the crown with his hand and began to smile as he felt so proud of himself. His heart racing, he pushed the head out with a cry.

With wincing crys, he pushed the shoulders and body out. Carefully picking his baby up, he smiled at his little girl.

[semilocaloddity]

🖤 Introduction 🖤

💀 Trans Masculine, Non-Binary , Pansexual , Polyam/ENM

💀 Pronouns: It/They

💀 Lover of Egg Laying and Birthing

💀 BIGGEST Desire to Lay Eggs and Give Birth

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🛑 Kink Related Interests 🛑

🔺 BIIIIIIIG fan of mpreg/tmpreg the absolute most. Don't get me wrong though - fpreg is also wonderful

🔺 Birthing: Hard, grunty pushes get me riled up the most. Seeing and hearing the carrier struggle to push the head out ... perfection ~////////~

🔺 Egg Laying: Larger eggs (yes, multiple) are my preference over small ones. It's no fun without a challenge ;3c

🔺 Home Birth • Unassisted • Birthing Alone • Multiples • Clothing Birth • Difficult Birth

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[unusualshrimp]

i think i would always be weird and trans and dissatisfied no matter what kind of body i was in

[aethersspacetime]

Being trans and also feminine is so odd sometimes, like yes I'm a man, yes I'm also wearing a push up bra and a top that shows of my boobs if I'm going to be forced to have them until I cam get top sugery I'm going to use them as accsessories

[toomuchbirth]

You weren't ready to bring this baby into the world. That doesn't matter. It's coming, here and now, nothing you do will stop it, even slow it now. I know it hurts. I know you're scared. I know you don't want this baby. But He put it inside you anyway, and now your body needs you to bless it with the gift of birth. To reward him for what he did.

Push for me. Good boy. Let that bulge grow, let that baby soak your pants and underwear and bulge beautifully into your clothing...

wish there was a baby crowning in my pants rn. an unmistakable bulge of imminent life, restricted by my own lack of preparation

[reallyromealone]

Request where alpha ran and omega reader are expecting a child?

Title: peanut butter squares

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: ran Haitani, Rindō Haitani mentioned

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: ran x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, light sexual innuendos, swearing, mpreg, Omega male reader

Notes: I just want to mention to everyone you can request gn and ftm readers right?

Summary: who knew peanut butter squares could induce pregnancy

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If there was one thing Ran Haitani couldn't stand, it was being woken up, especially after work.

But something he hated more was not having his mate in his arms while sleeping, his beloved Omega was going to give birth any week now and Ran didn't want him out of his line of sight whatsoever. Grumling, the Alpha pushed back bis long hair out of his face to go hunting for his mate, wearing nothing but a loose pair of briefs that hung barely under his v-line. Kanto paid well, so well that the Alpha could afford the nicest things for his mate, an accudental pregnancy nothing for him to worry about.

Especially with all the baby proofing they did, he had to admit watching his brother struggle for ten minutes to open a cabinet was pretty funny. Six bedrooms and a room for (name)s hobbies and a closet for Ran, everything was perfect... Mostly.

The Alpha was looking into mansions outside of the city for the pups, a nice backyard and maybe a pool so they could learn to swim... God if you spoke to him two years ago and told him these were things he was considering he would have shattered your kneecaps.

He couldn't help but watch with pure love and adoration in his eyes while his mate made what seemed to be peanut butter squares with honey and hot sauce? He wasn't gonna just his mates food choices, he was making sure their babies were fed after all.

"Oh did I wake you?" (Name) Broke the man's thoughts with a sweet expression and crumbs on his lips "you weren't there with me, sweetness" Ran sauntered over and wrapped his lanky arms around his mate, large hands cupping the omegas round belly before kissing him "the baby wanted a snack" (name) took another bite and then offered some to Ran who snuggled into his beloveds neck "nah baby, you have that... Gotta make sure our kids are well fed right?" A good save because ran did not want to ingest that, it was too late to put his butt through that pain.

"Finish that up, get a drink and get your fine ass back in bed" Ran ordered his mate while kissing up his neck and licking his scent gland, the other whining "I heard fucking can induce labor" what? His mate knocked up with his kids wearing nothing but one of rans shirts was hot as hell!

"Baby, you better enjoy my ass while you can because after I give birth you aren't coming near me with a ten foot pole"

"I got a ten foot po--"' you know I'm not feeling it after all tonight" (name) said simply while water leaked down his legs "Babe go get the go bag"

(Name) Had never seen a man nice that fast, the Omega watching amused while eating the treats he made, realizing he should put sweatpants on before going and maybe grab Ran clothes.

Well, time for the worst pain in his life times two.

[paper-mario-wiki]

im trans (ftm) so we're trans in opposite directions, but do you have any advice?

"men" and "women" look very similar. the main difference in their appearance, really, is that they're socially trained to groom themselves differently (stuff down to the type of soap you're expected to buy), and thus have differetly constructed appearances.

if, from birth, you had been getting "boy haircuts", and "boy clothes", and only did things that boys were taught to do to maintain their hygiene, you'd already look pretty boyish. thus, make it a priority to learn "boy hygiene" routines and you'll find that masc follows.

same goes in the opposite direction. "girl hygiene" includes stuff like shaving, tweezing, makeup, moisturizing, and typically a lot more hair maintenance.

im a little high so this is more of a perspective to consider than advice.

i guess my advice is to consider that perspective.

[feai99]

Misogynistic law roadmap

Phase 1 <--you are here

Ban 'positive' discrimination in favor of women

Ban feminist ideology in schools

Restrict abortion

Phase 2

Increase evidentiary requirements for workplace sexual harassment claims

Permit positive discrimination in favor of men in university admissions and underrepresented jobs

Restrict FTM gender transition care

Phase 3

Promote traditional gender roles in schools

Permit gender discrimination in employment generally

Promote women marrying and staying home via changes to welfare and tax law

Restrict birth control

Phase 4

Increase evidentiary requirements for rape and sexual assault claims

Legalize public nudity for women and the appearance of nude women in media

Restrict lesbian marriage and cohabitation

Give HoHs custodianship over adult dependents (mostly women due to changes in employment)

Phase 5

Change voting laws so that HoHs vote on behalf of household

Restrict divorce

Legalize HoHs administering corporal punishment over household

Promote pregnancy via changes to welfare and tax law

Phase 6

Give husbands custodianship over wives

Legalize public sex

Legalize spousal rape

Legalize arranged marriage

Ban women's suffrage and office holding

Phase 7

Require that all women have a male custodian

Restrict women's clothing

Redefine rape to be based off of the consent of the woman's custodian

[fakeboy-breeder]

ftm, lost my virginity recently to an extremely hot guy who respects my gender identity but loved breeding me and came in me twice... i almost lost control and begged him to call me his good girl and use my birth name, genuinely i was on the verge of coming just thinking about him growling my real name into my ear as he knocked me up... chickened out but im going to see him again tomorrow. what should i do?

watching my breasts bounce and feeling his balls brush my clit as he bottomed out in me was sublime... i felt completely womanly as he railed my pussy and it was absolute heaven. i could conceive any second, and might already be pregnant. he said he wants to share me with a friend and ive never needed anything the way i need them to fix me and show me the error of my ways

fuck that’s so hot. he deserves to know how desperate you are to be a mommy for him. get yourself all dolled up for when you see him, wear something feminine and low cut, no boy clothes or binding. make sure he can’t help but look at your cleavage. sit yourself in his lap, straddle him, press your tits right up against him and just beg him to fix you. tell him how good it felt to be his girl, ask him to keep you that way forever by making sure his seed takes

[redactahoe]

HEY LOOK!! 👇🏼 progress photos (and a little bit about the silly man)

my mentally ill baby gooorl!1 💕💕💕💕❤️💕💕💕💕

his 'full' name or American name is Casey Rafael Calisto but he does have another name that only pack and his mate know about. its the name his mother gave him when he was first born

his birth name was changed when he and his family immigrated from the Cuba to the states

he's half Cuban and half Inuit

he and milo became quick friends bc both of them are Hispanic and have thick accents.(milo took colms Italian/jersey accent and even after living in the states, Casey's accent was pretty thick)

he was born deaf and went half blind in his left after his 'encounter' with Quinn the bite scars are also form Quinn, the scar on his right is from getting in a fight with an older wolf when he was 13

he is ftm! and goes by he/they, he is not opposed to wearing a dress as long as you offer food in return

he's also pansexual!(originally thought he was some form of cis and bi for the longest time until Gabe had referred to him as son)

his fav food is anything Marie/Sam cooks and while he can cook he much prefers to watch Sam

speaking of cooking he loves to cook and bake! and he's good like better than David(the best cook of the pack aside from Marie)

his dad was a military vet and Casey likes to wear the old mans dog tags in memory of him

majority of his cloths are either Gabe's old cloths, stuff Marie made him, stuff stolen from pack members closet(when they were teens), and stuff stolen from Sam's closet

was real scrawny as a teen/kid but got real muscular when he turned 18 and would later take on a strongman's build after starting to date Sam and eating half assed meals once a day (lets be real it was red bull and spite)

loves his mate oh say very much, very loyal to Sam(and pack but this ain't about them)

he loves like a shelter dog take that as you will

(Edit:Imma start digitalizing it tomorrow)

[reorientation]

I met a straight man on tinder who is surprisingly into me as a ftm. he said he knew when he saw my pics lol im 3 years on T and post op.

I introduced him to detrans content and he likes it, and he's really into breeding too. actual breeding, he brings up our future kids in casual convo, refers to me so effortlessly as his girl, as a woman. he knows it drives me wild. he said when we move in together, he expects me to dress more appropriately for a girl, and he'd like me to stop T. he gave me the option for birth control though. I was kinda uncomfortable at first with it all, but ive never been hornier and healthier ngl. Ive eased into it more

we havent had sex yet, but weve fooled around some. we joked about making onlyfans videos until it became something he said while he i blew him, and afterwards i got really turned on and carried away, i told him he could film himself taking my virginity and cumming in me. he said he wasn't just going to cum in me, he was going to get me pregnant on video and I came the hardest i ever had

I think im actually gonna let him film it ngl. the thought of my boyfriend claiming me in two different ways on camera makes me cum so hard, I don't know how much longer I can wait. and even outside of the breeding kink i kinda wanna discuss seriously about having kids with him 🙈

The fact that the most vanilla heterosexual relationship is a fantasy im starting to live everyday is .. embarrassing but it's such an easy one to fall into

I met a straight man on tinder who is surprisingly into me as a ftm

Well, yeah - you met a straight man.

Surprisingly into me as a ftm? He knew from the moment he saw you that you were a girl, he calls you his girl, he's taking you off T, he's expecting you to wear the right clothes, and he's going to make home movies of you spreading your legs for him to put a baby in you. It's sweet, but it's not surprising. He found a desperately horny, obedient girl who wants his babies. That's the stuff dreams are made of.

Don't get me wrong, though - I love this. Three years of T and an expensive surgery, and then the right man finds you and you're ready to put on a skirt and spread your legs for him. A few "jokes" and you're ready to be deflowered and knocked up on camera. It all comes so easily, doesn't it? You just have to relax, enjoy yourself, and be what he wants from you.

I'm looking forward to your updates, Anon. What a beautiful opportunity you have, to let a straight man show you your sexuality - to give your virgin womb to the man who you'll become a woman for.

Just remember how lucky you are. Every girl-in-denial craves what he's going to give to you.

[thatmonsterfuckerguy]

Surprise! I'm not dead

MTF!Harpy Lady X FTM!Reader

Warnings: Lots of talking at the beginning, sorry. Sub!Reader, Softdom!Harpy, you call her Mommy

You were on a walk in the woods to ease your mind. Little did you know, it was mating season for harpies and you had caught the attention of a harpy lady in quite a bit of heat looking for a mate. You were lost in your thoughts when suddenly, your eye caught movement and focused on it. Something was flying at you really fast. Before you could make out what it was or what was happening, she flew into you and pinned you to the ground under her talons. You fell back with a yell. Luckily, she made sure you wouldn't hit your head by shielding it with her winged arms. You looked up and were met with the excited gaze of a beautiful crow-like harpy woman.

"Hello!" She cawed.

"H... hi..." You were stunned and didn't really know how to react. She cocked her head to the side.

"You look a bit strange with your lack of feathers and talons... but that's ok, I do too! See, I was born with male parts, but I'm female. Or at least, I should have been, I think, and I got corrective surgery for my upper half, and I'm debating doing my lower half too. I hope you don't mind..." She said, a little shyly.

"I- uh... n-no... I don't mind at all... Actually, uh, I was assigned female at birth, but I'm a man, and I also got top surgery, but not bottom..." You awkwardly explained. You were too stunned to ask what you wanted to. First of all, harpies exist? Second, they're advanced medically enough to have successful surgeries?? And what's with the lack of clothes??? Before you could ask any of that, her eyes lit up as she blurted out,

"Oh my Gods! You're like me, but the opposite!!! I knew my good feeling about you was right!!! You need to be mine!!!" She stopped and thought for a moment. "Wait, you don't have a mate already, do you? If you do, would they be ok with sharing?"

"I- uh... n-no? I don't have one..." You forced yourself to say. Her eyes lit up at your response.

"Good! Then, you're my mate now!" She chirped.

"What?" You let out. Before you could ask any further questions, she gripped you into her talons and began to fly away, carrying you with her. She brought you to a large nest atop a large tree. She gently set you down. She looked at you in a sweet and bashful, but excited way. She began to slowly approach you and started caressing you carefully with the talons on her hands. She admired you, fondling with your clothes and hair. She was pretty tall compared to you. You couldn't help feeling bewitched by her confidence, her sweetness, and her beauty.

"You'll make a great mate..." She sighed longingly as she cupped your face and looked you in the eyes.

"I- uh- Y-yeah... about that... uh..." You stammered. She looked at you in anticipation. "So, I just met you... This feels a bit sudden... I don't even know your name..." You tried to explain. Her expression softened.

"Oh, I'm Corvidia!" You mentally told and forced yourself not to laugh at her ironic name. "And it's ok, we can go slower." She reassured you. You took a deep breath. "What's your name?"

"Y/n"

"Such a pretty name." She smiled.

"Thank you... I just want clarifications on some stuff. If I'm your mate, is it for life or just for the season? Do you want me to carry a baby for you? Is it optional? Or do you just want a lover or fuck friend?" You explained. She perked up.

"Oh! Well, for now, I'm ok with a lover or a mating partner, but if things go well, I would love to escalate things! I do want a baby, but we can adopt if you're not comfortable with breeding. Also, we can be mates, but platonically if you don't like romance. If we don't work, we can just be friends, that's nice too. I just want to connect with someone and start a life and possibly a family, really." She smiled.

"So you just wanna see where this goes with no set goal?" You asked. She nodded.

"Ok, well, I'm a human, so I don't really know how to court you... How do I do it?" You asked. Her eyes widened.

"You're not a harpy?" She asked.

"No..." You answered.

"Oh... That's ok, how do humans usually court?" She asked.

"Uh... well... we don't. Usually... it depends on the situation. I mean, there's foreplay, if that counts." You shrugged.

"What's foreplay?" She asked.

"It's kinda doing sexy stuff before sex without having sex yet, I guess." You half-assedly explained. She smiled.

"I can do that!" She giddily told you. She hugged you out of impulse. She was completely nude and her decently sized tits were very much in your face as she hugged you. They were big and firm, but not too big that they would make her back hurt. You couldn't deny, she was really cute, hot, confident, and she seemed very sweet.

"So, where is your..." You trailed off. She got what you were saying before you could finish. She pulled away from you slightly, exposing a large, wet, pink tentacle emerging from her cloaca. She smiled at you with desire in her eyes.

"Oh damn, you're huge..." You let out.

"Is that a good thing?" She asked.

"It's a great thing as long as you know how to use it without hurting me in unwanted ways." You bluntly said. She smiled.

"Feel free to give me directions." She said seductively. She began to help you strip and got excited as she got closer to your front door. She gently got you to lie down in her nest before she pulled down your boxers. When she did, you heard her gasp softly in amazement. Your very erect t-dick did not go unnoticed. She lightly grazed over it with one of her talons, making you squirm a bit and clench your hole. She visibly got a shiver down her spine at your reaction. She hurriedly crawled on top of you to face you. She began to kiss you passionately as best as she could as she slowly slid inside you. You both moaned into each other as it happened. She slowly got you to adjust to her girth.

"F-fuck you're so tight!" She moaned. Once you began bucking your hips against her for more, she delivered. She fucked into you like her life depended on it, occasionally slowing down yo last longer, but never stopping. You were both moaning messes. She held you against her tightly, her talons digging into your back. She peppered kisses and nips all over every inch of you she could reach. She abruptly picked you up while remaining inside you. You both moaned at the abrupt movement. She smiled cheekily at you as she held you. She gently propped you up against the tree stump and shielded your back with her soft wings. She began fucking into you again. The way her tits were bouncing as she fucked you were driving you crazy. You began to stroke your t-dick. She stopped for a moment, to see what you were doing. She slowly slid her hand down your abdomen and lightly tapped your hand, silently asking for a turn. You moved your hand out of the way and let her fuck into you as she stroked your t-dick. She was lavishing in the sounds you made for her. "Good boy..." she moaned. You moaned in response. "Oh, you like that?" She teased. She leaned in closer. "Do you like being Mommy's little fuck toy?" You felt your face burn. You buried your face in her tits so she wouldn't see. "Look at me, Sweetie." She cooed. You lightly perked your face up. She cupped your chin and lifted your face gently. You couldn't look her in the eyes for too long. "There you are." She moaned. You felt her harden inside you as she took in your expression. "If you stay with me..." She panted as she fucked into you. "I'll make sure you're taken care of no matter what." She moaned. "Would you like that, pretty boy?" She asked.

"Y-yes!...M-mommy!..." You moaned. You hid your face in her tits again after saying that. Sex usually makes you lose your filter. You felt her thrust into you faster and harder after you buried your face. Her soft, warm tits were bouncing on your face.

"C-call me that again!" She moaned desperately. Your face flushed more.

"M... Mommy..." You said quietly, hoping she'd hear.

"Ohhhhh please one more time baby!" She moaned as she fucked you faster.

"Mommy!" You blurted out from being fucked so well. She moaned loudly as she filled you with her seed. You both took a moment to catch your breath as she stayed inside you. She held you close, nipping and kissing at you.

"Mmmm... So, you'll stay, pretty boy?" She asked eagerly.

"Y-yeah..." You panted with a smile.

[its-crowning]

I loved the response to the urethral birth ask. Gentle urethral birth is pretty hot not going to lie. The belly of a urethral birther would probably be smaller I'd say. The bigger the better but if we don't want his cock to tear and split open then he'd have to have a smaller baby.

One that can fit through his penis with a bit of stretching and swelling but not completely rip it open. So a smaller baby would mean that his belly is smaller too but still noticable for sure. Something that he can hide easily with sweaters and baggier clothes but once he's got his clothing off, it's obvious that he's pregnant

i’m weirdly loving this genre of (presumably) cis mpreg when I don’t usually care for it. gentle urethral birth is so hot to me, imagining a penis dilating like a cervix in preparation for a birth, and a guy huffing and puffing and pacing anxiously while it happens. knowing what’s inside his modest, swollen belly, what’s going to come out of him, very soon, but not being fully able to wrap his brain around it nonetheless. he’s a man. he has a dick. he can’t have a baby, it doesn’t make any sense! but he’s cramping with contractions all the same. he doesn’t even want to look at the state of his penis, and thankfully his belly juts out just enough to keep it out of his sight. he can feel it widening, though. and he can feel the heavy thing descending through the narrow front of his pelvis. his pacing is getting slower and more bowlegged—he can’t close his legs anymore. eventually he gives up and lays on the ground, legs out in a frog like position. he lays there and grunts, holding his belly.

his water breaks, spurting out of his painfully swollen dick like the cumshot that did this to him. whether he likes it or not, it’s time.

while the angst and denial aspects of ftm pregnancy are what are so hot to me—knowing your biology can do this and will whether you like it or not—the confusion is what gets me the most about this scenario. it really shouldn’t be possible, but here you are. pregnant. it’s humiliating in the same way it is for anyone—this is the consequence of letting someone cum in you. a reminder of that tiny action, pushing out your belly month by month until it has to be born.

[failgirl-toybreaker]

Imagine a trans girl and her trans boyfriend that keeps forcing her trans boyfriend to take hits from a blunt. She keeps on doing this until her boyfriend is completely relaxed before she starts playing with her boyfriends tits. He tries to protest, but it just feels too good to stop. Her Girlfriend makes her take another hit as she relaxes into her as she gropes her tits. She eventually reaches a hand down to her pussy and starts rubbing it. She once again tries to protest, but can't put up much of a fight against the pleasure. Her girlfriend then starts poking at her pussy with her cock. She doesn't even resist as she thrusts inside of her. Her boyfriend goes on with life for a couple of days afterwards, before she starts to feel sick in the morning, and notices her belly is sticking out a bit. She goes and gets a pregnancy test and it comes back positive. She panics as she goes and cries to her girlfriend, but she is perfectly okay with this. She wants her to keep the baby, and after a few days of debating, they decide to keep it. After a few months, her belly is sticking out and her tits are lactating. Her girlfriend is saying that she should put off her top surgery for a while, so that she can breastfeed the baby. She accepts as that makes sense. Her girlfriend starts switching out her clothes for girl clothes again as, "there aren't boys maternity clothes". She just accepts that as it does make sense. Another few months pass, and she has stopped taking her T and is going to give birth in a few months and she couldn't be happier. The couple are cuddling on the couch as her girlfriend rubs her baby belly as she tells her, "You've always been a girl, Sweetie. I'm glad I could help you realize that."

The intox part of it, taking hits from a phallic object, feeling good and losing control, the near total acceptance of the situation on the ftm's part and her GF's encouragement. Very good work anon, I'm sure the fakeboys among my followers will enjoy this one~