#ftm forced birth

[ftmdilfmode]

Genuinely thinking about how hot it is to have someone tell you before raw sex that if you get pregnant, you have to carry it to term.

It doesn't matter how pro choice you are, they make the choice. It's their baby, you're just an incubator. You're a person with a womb, but you're barely a person.

Like, tell me that you only want me because I can give you a baby, don't care about my opinion on anything, just tell me you want to use my body.

You knocked me up. I'm your property until I give birth, and you get to control me for 18 years after. I'm just your toy.

[ickykittybaby]

I want to be taken advantage of and knocked up and made to be the perfect house husband and baby factory for u

[kingbear8]

To much thinking is involved in the decision.

"Do you want a baby?"

"Yes"

"I'll give you one"

Should be all that's needed. Give into the urge and go on the journey. Satisfy yourself and indulge. I'll plant that seed and you'll grow.

[nonbinarywannabepreggo]

I've been trying to experiment with femininity here and there, using women's clothes and displaying my huge birthing hips and fat ass. My hourglass shape shown off, denouncing my female anatomy.

My fiancée requested me yesterday to shave my pussy. I've done so and got carried away. I shaved every centimeter of my body, except my face. All those years of T and my body is still a woman's. I rubbed one of while shaving, thinking about how dysphoric that would make me feel and how much more of a proper wife he's turning me into. And now that I am indeed dysphoric, I can't wait for my fiancée to come here and fuck me in my fakeboy cunt, spraying his seed against my cervix and breeding me into the most feminine I can be: heavily pregnant, curvy, with enlarged udders. I'm just training to be your breeding bitch, when I am large and heavy carrying yours, so undeniably female.

Every time he insults my womanhood by saying I wouldn't be able to birth naturally because there would be no passage, I get wetter and hornier. I want to prove him I'm a proper mommy, and I want him by my side, telling me I'm a good girl and that I should just let my mother instinct take place, because that's what girls are for while I'm birthing his seed. i want him to remind me every second of it of how I'm now his woman, his wife, and that to accept my girl biology. You're the man, you are smarter than me. I should just put myself in my female role and obey the male. My job isn't to think, it's to carry and birth your children. Yours is to think, because my mind is all "pregnancy brain" from the moment I understood that was my duty.

[deerboybreeder]

Imagine your partner just openly taking off their condom mid sex. They agreed to wear one, just waiting for you to be too overwhelmed to say no when they pull out for just a second, slip it off just to toss it on your chest and push their cock back into you, groaning with relief as they finally feel your raw pussy.

Honestly I'd probably cum on the spot. The malicious compliance of it, I never said how long they had to wear it! The way I'd get used as intended- like a sex object, when they toss the condom on my chest, right between my tits that bounce as they start to fuck me raw, it's perfect. I love love love the birth control sabotage, I love having my choice taken away from me! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

[toomuchbirth]

Birth Quickie 4:

Boy

My best friend was having a hard time focusing on the movie we both were watching.

I couldn't really take your eyes off him. He was still just Brandon. I met the guy at work a couple years ago, started hanging out with after he moved into town. We’d both just clicked, and it was great.

Then he started getting real snappy with me out of nowhere a few months ago. I asked him what his deal was, and he told me to fuck off. I basically hadn’t talked to him or seen him since.

Until today. I got a call, he asked if I could come over, hang out. He said he really needed a friend today, someone he could trust. Before I hung up to head over, he made me promise not to freak out. Most important, I couldn't tell anybody what I saw.

He had poked his head around the door when he opened it. Motioned me in. “Ok man, what the hell is this-” I began, but stopped as I turned around to see him.

God. He was… it was… His favorite, biggest shirt didn’t even come close to covering the huge, hairy mound that was hanging off him. He still had his beard and mustache, arms still hairy and muscular. He was still in jeans.

“I think I’m having it today.” He said, unable to meet your eyes, one hand on his belly. “Uh… c-congrats?” I stammered out, just taking in the sight of him. I could see he clearly was exhausted already, he waddled gingerly away from the door, sat heavily onto the couch, motioned for me to come over.

“Heh. No. Not really a ‘congrats’ kinda thing. More a ‘What are you gonna do now.’ Damned if I know. I’m just so fuckin’ tired, man. I need this thing out of me. I need my life back.” His voice cracked. He blinked rapidly, still not looking at me. I couldn't stop staring at him. *He looks so good like this…* my brain told me, which I tried to ignore. *Imagine how he looks naked* was a follow up, which caused a familiar, shameful aching between my legs as I tried to remind myself he was my best friend and he clearly wasn't thrilled with his appearance.

“So. Uh… the… other dad?” I asked, and Brandon grimaced. “No other dad. Not even one, I’m not this things dad. I’m just gonna have it here, and then I need you to make it just… go away, ok? I have work tomorrow, I can't deal with finding a shelter or dropping it at a hospital after it comes. Fortunetly, I- Oh… fuck!” His words crushed into a pained growl. The pregnant orb shrank visibly as he held it. “Fuck… fuck… ok, ok, just… mngh…” he blinked rapidly, trying not to let tears come.

I watched Brandon have a contraction. God, I watched Brandon have a contraction. Brandon was pregnant. As the muscles relaxed, I asked “so… is this a, ah… magic thing? Or were you…” he waved me off. “Trans. I WISH it was magic. Wouldn't have been like this so long, probably. Might have even had a choice if it happened.”

My mouth went dry. “Was… God, Brandon did somebody-” “Shut it. You know enough. I’m about to push this thing out, hopefully soon. You’re gonna do me a solid, and take it away, and then I’ll pass out and head to work tomorrow. Then we never mention tonight again. Ok?”

What else could I say? My best friend turned on the movie and we both pretended to watch it. Or at least he did. I couldn't stop staring. *He’s so sexy.* My mind helpfully provided, as he groaned in pain again, holding his belly. *He’s about to have a baby, right here in front of you. You’re about to see everything!*

I ignored the thoughts. Tried to, at least. But I couldn’t stop drinking in his every curse and whimper. Noticing how his whole body flexed and strained with each contraction. It was breathtaking. His hands gripping the couch or his belly. The way his expression scrunched, his teeth grit, trying not to cry as his labor got more intense.

“Oh man… this one is big… they’re so close now… this is happening, man… it’s so bad!” The handsome trans man growled, and I watched him start wrestling at the waist of his pants. Trying to undo them.

“How close are they?” I asked, my mouth dry. “F-five minutes…” he forced out. “Help. Feel like I gotta use the bathroom. Think it means it's time. My body is.. trying to trick me… into pushing… God it hurts!”

I moved around in front of him. Ran my hands over his hairy belly. It felt so good… firm and full, the hair soft. Moved them down to his jeans. Undid the knot holding them shut, and the zipper opened on its own. He’d refused to buy maternity clothes, just getting more pregnant in secret. I wondered how he’d hidden it so long. It seemed so obvious like this.

I pulled at the laboring man’s pants and boxers. I could see pubic hair. Could see the swollen lips of his vagina. *It's so perfect…* my mind chimed in. *I want to touch it. This is so sexy… I get to watch him have a baby!* I shook my head and kept piling down, exposing his legs, until Brandon was naked from the waist down.

“It's so strong… I keep fighting it… it hurts, it hurts so bad!” The poor guy growled, before spreading his legs, and… pushing. God, Brandon was pushing… I couldn't believe it. His face was stunning, a scrunched mass of pain and effort. His thighs quivered and shook as he pushed. I moved into position, guiding his feet up to my shoulders, kneeling on the floor as he sat on the couch. I could feel how hard he was bearing down. See everything.

He hated this.

I loved this.

I watched as, push by push, his crotch bulged with the head. He groaned constant swears as, slowly, those damp, puffy lips began to part. The glistening of a head peeking out from inside him. Then opening him wider. Wider.

“I don't want it, I don't want it, It’s not fair!” He sobbed, unable to hold back anymore. “I never wanted a baby! It's so bad, it hurts so much! I didn't ask to get pregnant!”

What could I say? There was nothing behind vague support that could help. So I gave it. Telling him to be brave, be strong as he did the most amazing, beautiful thing I'd ever seen inches from my face.

He couldn't stop. Barely had time to breathe between contractions. The whole head gushed free. The shoulders bulged him even worse, but those too slipped out, the body slipping from his most intimate place.

I did as he asked, without a word. It was the least I could do after Brandon showed me something so amazing. Even if he didn't realize how much I would enjoy it.

He invited me to hang out a couple weeks later. We didn't talk about what happened. He was my best friend again, like nothing had changed. But I couldn't ever really see him the same way again…

[suckmyfatstrap]

no, i don't have a pregnancy kink, I just want to know if the birth orgasms are real--wait--what do you mean "let's find out"????

[preg-canis-limus]

You work in a brothel, many months pregnant with at least 6 pups but you’d kinda forgotten how long or how many were inside you. Ever since you worked here and got knocked up you’d been here more than anyone else. You wore no clothing, exposing your belly, litter constantly squirming inside. Many clients would simply use you, dumping their load inside whilst they play with your body before moving on.

But one was different. He would enter as you lay on the bed on all fours, begging to be made more pregnant, and of course he would oblige. But after he dumped his remarkably huge load inside you, he pulled your body into his and just says “I need more of you. All of you to myself…”

And as simple as that, you and him walked or in your case waddled to his car. You get to his house and immediately treats you like you are married. He makes sure you eat plenty of food as you’d had not eaten a lot whilst at the brothel and lost some weight and soon your belly now bulges even more outwards.

Months would go past and of course he still loved you getting filled with plenty of randomers cum in the brothel but would always take you home and care for you. You looked 8 months pregnant but who knew when you’d pop. Or after all the anti labor drugs you’d been given in secret, maybe you couldn’t now…

Either way, these many pups inside you still had a long time to cook 💖

SO CUUTTTEEE!!!! Being pampered makes me weak, in the heart and the knees 😘

[ftmdilfmode]

They invade my dreams every night...

Part 1

Tw: ftmpreg, alien abduction, forced impregnation, egg insertion, egg laying, egg birth, alien birth, cervical dilation, tentacle rape, accelerated pregnancy, rapid pregnancy, belly inflation, body inflation, anal tentacle, drugging, double penetration

POV: you are a trans man or nonbinary person with a uterus who goes to sleep and has a weird alien dream that feels too real.

This is not intended to be about cis women, don't tag it as such. Do not share this on blogs with d*trans related content.

I woke up in an office space full of sterile looking couches and a presentation screen. I looked around, not sure how I got to be sitting here, before it occurred to me that I was naked. I immediately crossed my arms over my chest, crossed my legs, and looked around the room in a panic.

I last remembered falling asleep in my bed, how did I end up here?

Two tall men in dress shirts and slacks entered the room. Both had unnaturally straight posture, and moved almost robotically. They stopped on either side of the screen in front of me as it lit up with a logo that resembled Saturn with a DNA strand as the ring.

"hello, human subject!" The one spoke, calmly but with little inflection. "I'm sure you must be confused, but as far as your physical body is concerned, you're dreaming! This is all happening in a metaphysical dimension your physical body can't exist in, but you are one of the few lucky humans who are able to interact with our dimension through the subconscious, which is why you're here!"

I opened my mouth to ask a question when the other man spoke. "We are part of an endangered species of interdimensional beings that your species often call "aliens" or "the fae", and our race is dying out. But you are the key to our survival!"

"why me? What do you need me to do?" I blurted out.

The first man spoke as an infographic popped on the screen. "As you see here, our species is able to reproduce through the human subconscious, primarily in individuals with specific hormonal and chemical levels such as your own. This won't affect your physical body, but while you sleep, you'll experience pregnancy and birth of different subspecies of our race. We're purely energy based beings, so our physical forms in this realm are malleable and our offspring have several default physical forms: eggs, egg pods, life offspring, and interspecies hybrids. You may experience the equivalent of a few days to a year here during each experience, but you'll wake up with your physical body the exact same in your world."

I paused. "So you want me to go through these pregnancies... In my dreams... To save your species of interdimensional light and energy beings...? This is a weird dream..."

The second man faked a laugh. "Yes, yes. This is a weird dream. May we start the first procedure?"

I sat up and looked around. "You're serious? Can I at least be somewhere more comfortable, with guys I find attractive?"

The room suddenly morphed into a large Edwardian bedroom with a giant canopy bed, surrounded by hardwood and carpets, with a fireplace in the corner. The men suddenly turned into model-like 6'2" Adonises, one blonde and one brunette, shirtless and wearing only boxers.

"we can make this comfortable for you, just lay down." The now blonde man suggested.

I laid back on the soft velvet comforter and spread my legs. "Please at least let me enjoy it." I begged as they both crawled onto the bed beside me. The blonde began kissing me and playing with my nipples as the brunette started playing with my tdick and slit, using my slick to lube my asshole.

"We need to test for capacity, but don't worry, we have something to make it more manageable," the brunette barely finished speaking when a series of long tentacles emerged from under the bed and hovered near my ass and boycunt. Before I could move, the men held me down as a thick wet tentacle slid inside my asshole and began slowly pumping me full of liquid, pulsating and writhing deep inside me.

I suddenly felt aroused and calm, compliant and wanting something big inside me. I wanted to have something breed me. I needed it.

I fell limp as tentacles grabbed my legs and spread them wide, the two men turning their attention to stroking my tdick and playing with my tits. I watched as another tentacle reared up before penetrating my boycunt, diving deep and thrusting hard against my cervix, seemingly seeing it as an obstacle. I felt a warm, cum like liquid flow into my cunt, pooling at my cervix as it continued to thrust until I felt a long pain and...

*pop*

It dilated and pentrated through my cervix, stretching it and making my body throb, but I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. I felt it push farther, reaching deep into my guts in a pulsating tangle, seeming to explore my entire uterus, tubes, and ovaries.

I felt it pulse and throb inside me as a bulge roughly the size of a chicken's egg, like the buldge of a snake's last meal in its belly, appeared to be pushed up it and inside of my boycunt, further stretching me. My cervix gave resistance before finally accepting the egg inside my womb.

The tentacle retracted and seemed to seal my cervix shut behind it, leaving me with a bump in my belly that looked like a 3 month pregnancy. I tried to relax into the pleasure, but the tentacle in my ass swelled larger and throbbed, stretching me to attention as it pumped more drugged liquid inside my body.

I look down at my swollen belly, feeling drunk. "Is that it? Or do you want me to push it out?"

The brunette smiles. "This was just phase one of the test. Soon we'll enter phase two, but don't worry, it's bio reactive. It won't get stuck or be fatal."

I try to sit up, but the weight of the men on top of me and my dizziness keeps me reclined. "Please don't hurt me," I beg.

The blonde gave a fake smile. "It's already inside you, and we have to know your body's limits before we do more tests. We'll increase the drugs and make this as painless as possible."

I feel a series of smaller egg-like capsules pump into my ass through the tentacle before bursting into a cream, and I felt an intense pressure on my lower stomach. I hazily looked down as my stomach grew, both of the men rubbing my belly and playing with my tdick and nipples as they watched me swell.

I writhed and fought as I watched my stomach quickly grow to the size of a midterm pregnancy, then full term, and within the hour I was as large as octomom, unable to move. I struggled to breathe as I was forced to orgasm repeatedly during the process, but soon I felt a shift and the swelling stopped.

I wearily lifted my arm and rubbed my enormous stomach, confused with a rush of emotions. Pain, pleasure, sickness, violation, pride, but... So, so horny....

I felt the egg shift from completely round to pointed and oblong towards my pelvis, realizing that both of the men and I had been staring at and rubbing my belly for several minutes, feeling the subtle movements. It was like a spell, and it finally broke with a strong contraction and the feeling of my cervix rapidly dilating again.

"what's happening?" I screamed breathlessly as the back to back contractions rocked my body.

"it needs to come out somehow. You should be so proud, this is the first birth of our species in several years." The blonde emotionlessly replied as he rubbed my tummy and tits.

I fell in and out of shock and drug induced haze as my body stretched and contracted, pushing down as hard as I could against the tentacles and men holding me down. My cunt burned and it felt like I was being split in half as the egg finally ejected itself from my aching, ruined cunt.

The blonde man took the egg out of the room as the brunette stroked my face. "You're the savior of our species. You have no idea how much this means to us. I'll fix you up, okay?"

A series of tentacles wrapped around my damaged body, instantly healing me to how I was before the ordeal. When I looked up, I saw the tentacle from my ass retreat as the ones holding me in place released me. I curled up in a ball and covered myself with the blankets around me.

"This was just the first test, it won't be that bad next time." The brunette attempted to put a hand on my shoulder.

"next time?" I almost scream, terrified. "I'm not doing that again!"

"oh, you don't have a choice. Your DNA, the testosterone you're on, your brainwaves as a result of being trans... You're one of the only people we can reach. And you can't stop us from reaching you. After all, it's just a dream."

You wake up in a sweat and check your body. Your tdick is hard and you're wet as hell, but otherwise nothing is different. You grab a vibrator to deal with yourself and can't help but remember it as you jack off, the image of your swollen body in your mind.

[kingbear8]

I'll be fiercely affectionate and protective while you carry. Your job is to grow my baby. Mine is to look after you and give you want you need. I'll rub you where you're sore before I give you the slow fucking we both need.

[nonbinarywannabepreggo]

Today, when my fiancé was giving my morning load against the cervix, he once again pleaded me not to only stop taking T, but to remove the IUD as well, knowing damn well the consequences. I agreed. We agreed to see some maternities I can go to and look for some human milk banks, as even if I still can breastfeed, it won't be enough. We talked about getting a reeeeally low cost wedding, and he said he wanted to announce my pregnancy at our wedding, on next may. So we might as well should start preparing. In 1 week, I'll be due to my T shot. I'm considering skipping it, and get some exams done to assure I will birth a healthy baby. I'll do in 2 weeks a revisional consultation with the gynecologist to check on the IUD, and I might ask to book its removal. This is stupid and irresponsible, but the thought of intentional pregnancy risk sex? He told me he sometimes sees a girl in me, but sometimes not and I feel so seen. I've tried to take my womanhood out of the scene for so long, it feels nice to embrace it with someone I feel safe. I still don't plan on changing anything about my regular life (like name, pronouns and overall aesthetics), besides embracing a little more my female anatomy and my feminine traits. I have long understood that there is no other way to accurately define me other than "nonbinary", but I can take it easy on the "macho" act. Dysphoria still strucks, but my fiancé is dealing fine with it, and it will be even better when he's whispering my deadname in my ear while he puts a baby in me he intends to give the same name "like their mommy". People will call our daughter without even knowing how feminine I feel when I remember I gave birth to a girl with the same name as me. I'll be off of T for now, and depending on how I feel about it, maybe forever.

[trekmascing]

Doctor Bashir knows first hand even those on T could still get pregnant. Be safe out there fam!

This was inspired by (I think) that post below

[mprgpup]

Because my other account got 💣💥

I’m a 35yr old trans guy. I’m very masculine even though I’m submissive and into all aspects of breeding.

DO NOT MISGENDER ME

***NO ONE UNDER 18***

This blog is obviously NSFW. Blogs without an age will be blocked immediately. Before you follow or message me have an age in your bio! If I’m unsure I will ask your age.

I’m always down to chat and maybe RP. I’m not looking for an in person relationship. I’m in a poly relationship and currently trying to get pregnant. So no, I’m not willing to hook up in person but we can chat about as much kinky stuff you wish.

EVERYTHING MUST BE CONSENSUAL AND CONSENT WILL BE ASKED

I’ll be blogging, in detail, about my attempts to get pregnant, my progress with pregnancy and about the birth. As well as links to my art and maybe some fiction writing too.

Why am I doing this? Honestly it gets me hot. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist but only within consent. I like to show off my body and what I like to do to myself but I won’t be posting that here. Tumblr seems to have a weird bias against some nude bodies but ok with others.

[deerboybreeder]

If you were pregnant, how would you want to birth?

Would you want to be in hospital, at home, outside such as woods or water birth of some kind? Would you want your birth filmed and pictured? so you can watch yourself push out a baby.

I think for safety reasons id want to have it at the hospital, just in case something went wrong. I want to be a breeder for a really long time, so I need access to that medical care y'know? Though there is appeal in having the baby at home, so I don't need to worry about some things I'm paranoid about.... So id have to weigh the pros and cons

As for being filmed and pictured, absolutely YES! I always want to be recorded and photographed honestly, and having that perfect moment recorded forever sounds like a dream to me ❤️❤️❤️

[tboybreedingden]

Hi, welcome to my page!

You can call me Fox, Kit, Todd, or 🦊

I'm a trans man who uses primarily he/him pronouns, though they/them is also fine, and it/its is fine during pet play and degradation.

I follow from @ch************de

My forced masculization, pet play and general NSFW blog is @ForcemascFox

My FTM breeding/TMPREG blog is @tboybreedingden

My DDLB/fauxcest blog is @littletboyfoxkit

Kinks you will find here:

FTM breeding

FTM forced impregnation

FTM baby trapping

FTM surrogacy

FTM pregnancy

FTM multiple pregnancy

FTM cryptic pregnancy

FTM hyperpregnancy

FTM superfetation

FTM unplanned pregnancy

FTM smoking during pregnancy

FTM drinking during pregnancy

FTM drug use during pregnancy

FTM extended pregnancy

FTM birth

FTM home birth

FTM birth denial

FTM unmedicated birth

FTM public birth

FTM sex during birth and labor

FTM lactation

FTM breastfeeding adults/sex partners

FTM alien pregnancy

FTM egg pregnancy and egg laying

FTM medical play during breeding, pregnancy or birth

T4T straight breeding and pregnancy

CNC in general

Degradation

Praise

Brainwashing

Anal including advanced anal or painal

Double penetration

Occasional impact play

Occasional piss play

Occasional FTM age play in breeding, pregnancy and birth scenes

Occasional incest or fauxcest with FTM breeding, pregnancy and birth themes

The occasional birth video, regardless of gender

What you won't find here:

Misgendering, detransition, or other transphobia

Cis female breeding or pregnancy (excluding birth videos)

Cis mpreg

Transfeminine or MTF pregnancy

C-section content

Scat

Vomit

DNI (I look through every blog that interacts with me, including likes and follows, and I will block you, or if I can't, message you to tell you that you can't interact with me)-

Detrans, misgen, fakeboy/fakegirl or similar blogs (that stuff makes me dysphoric, sex repulsed, and violent towards the person who shoves it in my face. Y'all aren't safe here.)

Straight cis men (I'm not a woman, idk why you're here)

Women who are only attracted to women (see above)

MAPs

TERFs/SWERFs

I block liberally.

[somedaygermaine]

Just love the idea of giving birth and the doctor constantly misgensering me. I try to correct him between my high-pitched moans and cries. My tits are leaking, there are wet spots on my hospital gown.