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amalepregnancyworld · 6 months
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aimpregworld · 6 months
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laboringfawn · 3 months
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cock birth. that is all.
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boytumms · 6 months
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Had the urge to draw some preggy guppies :)
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nurbrotheadfull · 2 months
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Anyways here’s some art so that i give you something more than simple words of wisdom
…and life updates
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stormio2407 · 4 months
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Does Ava struggle to find clothes that fit over his bump? Lol
All the time. Even with XL clothes or more, he can’t fit in most of them. On his last trimester, he just chooses to use his old Angel clothes.
(I had this old drawing that was a part of a larger comic, but I never finished it. 😅 enjoy)
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amalepregnancyworld · 5 months
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amaranthmori · 5 months
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laboringfawn · 3 months
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if you post birth clips and gifs, reblog this !!
if youre an in general birth blog, reblog this !!
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dancingfish01 · 4 months
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Preg Drive
He can't fit in any of his shirts so now he doesn't know what to wear on Christmas night :(
Sorry, I posted the third goal but it got flaged and taken down :( But you can see it on Twitter if you want:
https://twitter.com/dancingfish01/status/1735691194716557690/photo/1
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hush-writes-preg · 3 months
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The train is packed, and your large, pregnant belly is trapped amongst countless other bodies in the crowd when you first feel the hand.
It's subtle at first, just barely brushing against your backside as if to test your reaction. You know you should feel outraged that someone would dare touch a stranger on the train, let alone a pregnant one, but their fingers are gentle, and you're honestly starved for contact. So you don't say anything. You keep your gaze fixed firmly ahead, silently waiting to see what they will do next.  
The stranger wastes no time in growing bolder, the hand sliding over the curve of your ass and rubbing it almost appreciatively. They shift from one cheek to the other, cautiously testing the shape of it before giving your bottom a careful squeeze.  
It's enough to steal the breath from your lungs. Who are they? You know you should be protesting, should be drawing away, should be calling them out for the impropriety, but it feels so good. As shameful as it is to admit it, you don't want them to stop.  
So you keep standing there, your arms wrapped protectively around your swollen abdomen, and continue letting them fondle you.
It takes everything you've got not to cry out when that hand dips between your legs, cupping you where you so desperately want to be touched. No one's touched you like this since the night you got knocked up, and your body craves pleasure like your lungs crave air. You can feel the flush creeping up your neck and face when their fingers start to move, following the line of your growing arousal before beginning to stroke you right through your trousers.  
You lose track of the crowd, of the stops, of the lurching motions of the train. All you can think about is the way those fingers are pleasuring you right here in the open while you have no idea who they belong to.  
You want to lean back into them and breathlessly beg them to keep going. You want to unbuckle your trousers and let them slide their hands beneath the fabric to touch you directly. You want to invite them back to your place to finish the job, to bend you over your bed and pound your greedy hole until you can't see straight to make up for all these sexless months. 
You want--
The train jerks to a stop at what can only be the main station. The hand between your legs tries to draw away as the crowd begins to disperse, but you instinctively squeeze your legs together to trap it in place. "My stop's next," you frantically whisper, hoping against hope that they can hear you over the din. "Follow me home? Please?"
There's no verbal response, but those glorious fingers begin moving again, and that's good enough for now. 
You can't help but let out a soft whimper, spreading your thighs just a little bit farther apart. This definitely isn't the best decision you've ever made, but right now, you don't know if you can be bothered enough to care.  
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nurbrotheadfull · 2 months
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They 🙏
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amalepregnancyworld · 9 months
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amaranthmori · 4 months
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