#preg tag

[robogirlwomb]

An android girl, meticulously constructed by the conversion mainframes for a very specific purpose.

At least, that's what she's been told. It's only been a few days since her conversion, and she's still been getting used to this new chassis. Her memories of her old human life are still there, in her databanks, just neatly compartmentalized and filed away, there to be accessed if she needs them.

She thinks so, anyway. Those memories feel more and more like a vaguely-remembered dream every day. Everything just feels so happy and fuzzy these days.

It's just so much easier to fall into her new AI Mainframe-directed life, helping to construct the new world that the Roboverlords are converting the planet into.

She sighs happily, looking down at her rounded belly for what must be the thousandth time. Heavy and gravid, much like a human pregnancy, except silly humans didn't have built-in belly support.

Nor, for that matter, could what humans carried be more accurately described as payloads.

Her tummy is transparent, and though the material is at least an inch thick, she lovely blue glow is no less visible through it. A nuclear ball, glowing the beautiful blue-raspberry color of Cherenkov radiation. She giggles, before inhaling deeply through her olfactory receptors. Her CPU does, in fact, register the scent as a tangy blue-raspberry flavor, like candy.

She finds herself giggling again, curling her legs below her, gently carressing her rounded tummy with her synthetic fingertips. It tickles, just a little, and she coos softly, as gentle and protective of what she's carrying as if it were an actual child.

She can almost hear her hard drive clicking as it struggles to keep functioning, keep her thinking amongst the radiation. She didn't mind one bit, though. She really enjoyed being this fuzzy and spacey and dumb and giggly.

As if on cue:

Reactor Unit BH-3627. Commence pleasure-based obedience conditioning and power generation.

The voice of the Overmind, in her head.

BH smiled dumbly as she rose to her feet from her spot sitting on the floor, walking slowly, almost trancelike, with a goofy grin on her face, to her harness. She turned, and almost melted backward into her comfy harness, her legs already spreading to allow access to her synthetic pussy, which was already self-lubricating generously in preparation for her reconditioning.

As her arousal grew, the Geiger counter on the wall of her room began to tick, tick, tick, faster and faster. The blue glow in her tummy began to brighten, strengthening as more power was drawn from her to fuel the facility around her.

BH idly tweaked one nipple, cupped one pendulous breast, as a heavy uranium fuel rod slowly descended into the room, gently carried by a series of robotic arms.

Unit BH-3627 is a good girl.

BH moaned in anticipation as the fuel rod came closer and closer, the tip just gently grazing her labial folds. A soft, needy moan spilled out of her, yet she didn't dare move from her spot.

Her compliance with safety procedures was paramount, after all. That had been one of the first things they'd programmed into her during the post-conversion brainwashing.

With a low hum, the fuel rod began to vibrate, before slowly pushing into her.

Her round belly began to glow a blinding blue, the Geiger counter's clicks beginning to blend together, her brain getting fuzzier and fuzzier-

Unit BH-3627 is a good reactor.

BH moaned as she came around the vibrating fuel rod, her CPU and Hard Drive beginning to sputter, before finally overheating and shutting down. BH began to thrash violently, trapped in the throes of an orgasmic seizure shaking her chassis as the fission process began within her,

before she finally

blacked out

shutting

down

Reactor diagnostic complete. Unit's mental processors experienced expected emergency overload and shutdown. All other systems functioning at optimal levels. Previously noted memory leak of pre-conversion memories continuing, acceptable. All parameters are still within acceptable limits. Fission process: resounding success. Introducing secondary reactor.

BH-3627 slowly came back online from a truly delicious wet dream simulation. She slowly pushed herself to a seated position in her harness. The weight of her belly was as comforting as always. That familar, comforting fuzzy feeling was back, clouding her sensors in that delightful way as she looked around the reactor chamber.

It was then that BH noticed that she was no longer alone.

Another harness had been installed while she slept, right across the room from hers. And there, sitting groggily in it, was another Reactor Unit, just like her, with an identical chassis.

This new Unit was looking at her, through curious, yet half-lidded eyes. Her own belly was round in her lap, a similar Cherenkov-blue glow shining from within.

BH smiled at the new Unit. She dreamily eased herself out of her harness, carefully cradling her tummy with her hands as she seemed to glide across the room, swaying almost drunkenly as she approached the new unit.

“Hello, sweetheart. What's your designation?”

The new Unit blinked repeatedly, as if trying to process the question. “My... my name is... GP-4737...” She blinked again. “W-wait, no, that's not my name, my name is... is...” GP-4737 groaned, placing her palm to her forehead with a clack. “Why is it... it's so hard to think right now...”

BH giggled lightly. “Ooh, fresh off the line, huh?” She leaned in close, smiling warmly at the newly-converted Unit. “Well, don't worry that lil' head of yours, you'll fit in just fine here. I don't remember much from before my time here either.”

GP's eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah... I forget a little more every time they power me up. It feels so nice... every time I try to remember back then, my Hard Drive just goes Pop! And I forget what I was even trying to remember.”

GP shivered, despite not being able to feel how cold the room was. “It sounds scary...” She couldn't help thinking she should be more alarmed about that statement, that concept, but she just couldn't bring herself to worry so much about it. Her... brain? Was just so light and fluffy right now.

“Aww, don't you worry, cutie. I'll help you out.”

“You will?!”

“Of course! I'm not gonna leave you in the lurch. Just...” BH smiled, before delicately placing her hand flat on GP's round tummy. “...lie back, and let me help you.”

GP's mint-condition hard drive hummed softly as a low pleasure emanated from BH's touch. GP gasped in delighted surprise, cooing low, her eyes closing as she relished how good this felt.

With a mischievous smile, BH leaned in, planting a kiss on her fellow Reactor Unit's lips. The bot's eyes opened in surprise, before closing once more, leaning into the kiss.

As BH kissed GP harder, she pulled on part of the harness for support, pulling herself closer to GP.

Their bellies touched in the center, and the Geiger counter on the wall immediately went into overdrive, as the nuclear payloads in both of their bellies began to glow even brighter.

It was as if an explosion had gone off in GP's head, tastes and smells and sounds swirling together in a thousand ways as her CPU short-circuited under the pleasurable onslaught. She kissed BH even harder as she began to cum, they both began to cum, over and over again, moaning and screaming even as their synthetic tongues swirled in the middle.

GP was dimly aware that she could smell her Hard Drive burning, overheating, memories of her previous life burning away one after another with every orgasm.

Finally, BH's legs fell limp as her servos failed her, and she fell backward onto the floor. She lay there, staring up at the high ceiling, not truly seeing it, as her scrambled CPU struggled to stay online, her robotic twat twitching, still cumming repeatedly.

GP lay there in her harness, giggling drunkly, still gasping every now and then as she continued to orgasm, her thought process little more than a jumble of glitched static for now.

In the robotic megacity, miles above their heads, the lights shone just a little brighter for the better part of an hour.

[petitiontoburntumb1rtohell]

I don’t even fucking want a bath shower anymore since everyone hates my registry so fucking bad but won’t even talk to me just talks to my mom who I barely talk to, like I barely fucking know half the people coming and it just sucks that something I researched and worked really hard on for months is being constantly shit on by people who don’t even bother contacting me, and apparently everything on my registry is stuff my cousin that I haven’t seen in years wants to give me from when she had her baby last year, but doesn’t bother telling me that she tells her mom who tells my mom who tells my cousin that I actually see and talk to but they don’t tell me what specifically so I just gotta fucking guess what supposed to be on there. I’m tired and I’m upset and I just realized that this stupid party is supposed to be like 3 weeks before my due date cuz that makes sense

[tacroyy]

pregnant people should be treated with caution and reverence

[toffeebrews]

You thought it was a joke, didn't you?

CW MPREG

Well it wasn't

Comm by X

[0-megaregolith]

furry surgeons should be offering top surgery as a package deal

[doctorjackdaw]

incredibly unfinished yoga ball bounce gif. incredibly self indulgent too......

[preggomancer]

finished the guy i was pondering as a treat. you would not believe how much lore i came up with for him

[donutfloats]

Through the power of Love and Science: They will be MAMAS!

[petitiontoburntumb1rtohell]

Jesus Christ

5 more weeks and I’m gonna have a whole ass human to take care of

I’m scared I’m excited I’m thrilled to have my body back

Im gonna be able to lay on my back

Im gonna be a baby boys personal cow

My tits are gonna hurt for like six months

Im gonna finally get to hold my baby

Im never gonna be able to put him down

Im not gonna have anymore lightning crotch

I might end up with stitches on my pussy

She will never look the same

I have stretch marks now

I’m gonna be a mom holy fuck

[sinningtamer]

for labor day, you get a very lazy sketch of best elf mom getting ready to teach a couple more classes before he pops

[0-megaregolith]

taking a load off for @doctorjackdaw (he/him)

[nightshadedumplings]

Not to yuck anyone's yum, but I do get tired of "pretty boy" this, "cute boy" that. I would love more stuff talking about burly, hairy men. What about a big beefy biker guy, covered in hair and tats with what looks like a huge beer gut, only to find out as the months go on that he's very, very pregnant? Maybe he doesn't even realize it until his belly button has popped out and he can see the kicks from inside his swollen gut jutting out.

How about a broad, fat trucker who spends most of his time on the road, and finds himself gaining weight? He thinks it's just the long hours and days of sitting on his ass, until his water suddenly breaks in the middle of a haul.

For a historical or fantasy setting, maybe a brawny mercenary doesn't really know much about how pregnancy works, or just doesn't believe he can get pregnant anymore. He finds his armor getting tighter, and no matter how much he tries to work it off, his belly just keeps getting bigger and rounder. Maybe he gets a larger set that he can manage to squeeze himself into even in the final months, but it turns out to be a big mistake when he goes into labor and has to struggle to get out of it again, all while a baby is crowning between his legs.

[preggomancer]

more shenanigans with this thing (it/its)

[bittersweetbonbon]

imagine a giant mech holding her pilot like a plushie while she gets repairs

[bigbarabelly]

Sketch com for fluffybumps on twitter!!!

[petitiontoburntumb1rtohell]

Not sure I’m ready for parenthood, or being permanently tied to my love’s family. I’m only 21 I’ve never lived on my own. His family is so toxic to each other and his mom was literally abusive and I’m currently living with him and his sister and I’ve developed a hatred for her that I didn’t have before. Her kids are so awful to each other and it gives me ptsd of my own sisters. I’ve always liked kids but I don’t like them cause they’re assholes. I love my boyfriend, but I don’t want my kid to be anything like his family. We were supposed to move out in August but we’re still here and we’re stuck here till May and I just can’t take it.