my biggest kink has always been pregnancy. not just the act of knocking a woman up, but the pregnancy itself. the way her body transforms. the heavy, round belly that keeps swelling month after month. the thicker thighs, the fuller tits, the way her skin stretches tight over the life growing inside her. to me, a woman’s body only hits its true peak of sexiness when she’s visibly pregnant. that soft, bloated, purposeful shape is hotter than any flat stomach could ever be. i could stare at a pregnant belly for hours—watching it move, feeling the kicks, knowing there’s a baby i put there after a big creampie getting bigger every single day.
a while back i wrote a post that took this fantasy of mine further. i treated a woman’s body like an object, a vessel, something that existed to produce my babies and spread my genes. i got a ton of hate for it. people called it objectifying, dehumanizing, all the usual. even tho it’s all just words. something totally fictional, with a bit of “i wish this was real”. eventually, a girl messaged me. she wasn’t offended. she was turned on by it. she told me she had the same fantasy. using her body as a vessel for me to create my babies and spread my kids, like conquering the region or something. but then i asked her biggest kink and she said something that built on top of this. she wanted to be part of a harem, sharing a man with other women, and being used as an incubator, for as long as the man wanted or she could handle. the best part? she thinks men should have more than one woman, so he can get multiple girls pregnant and expand his territory. and she dreams of being one of them. that conversation stuck. the more we talked, the clearer the picture became.
now my fantasy looks like this.
three or four women. all bi. all in love with each other as much as with me. sister wives who carry my children together and raise them as a group. a little village with me at the center. they’d be true submissives at heart—women who accept that their bodies are for carrying my babies, for keeping my balls drained, for existing in that shared purpose. day to day they’d take care of the house as a team, laugh, go to the gym, live their lives. but when i walk through the door after work, brains turn off. they become free-use. i walk in, already hard from thinking about them all day, and i use them one after another.
i grab the one with the biggest belly, the furthest along, and throw her onto her back on the bed. her huge round stomach rises up high, heavy and tight. i yank her legs open, push between them, and slam into her pregnant cunt hard and fast. no slow build this time. just deep, rough thrusts that make her belly jiggle with every impact. i fuck her like that for a while, pounding hard, watching her swollen body bounce under me until she’s gasping.
then i roll onto my back and pull her on top. she straddles me, that massive belly resting against my stomach, and starts grinding. she sinks all the way down, using the weight of her heavy belly to force my cock deeper than it’s ever been. every time she drops she drives me straight against her cervix, the tip pressing hard into that soft back wall. she rides me like that, slow and deep at first then faster, the thick weight of her pregnancy pushing me in as far as her body will take. i grip her hips and let her work until i can’t hold it. i flood her. thick ropes of cum pumping straight against her cervix, filling her completely until it overflows and starts leaking out around my cock in white streaks. i keep her sitting there until every drop is inside, then carefully lift her off so nothing spills.
the next pregnant one is already waiting. i bend her over or put her on her back and fuck her the same way, hard and deep, unloading another full load into her cunt. then the third. every single one of them gets her round. my cum is sacred. the only places it belongs are inside my balls or deep in their pussies. not one drop gets wasted.
i’d even choose their outfits. matching lingerie under regular clothes. group dates where every other man in the restaurant has no idea that all the women at my table belong to me and are either already pregnant with my kids or about to be. pretty, well-used dolls who smile at each other across the table while my cum is still leaking into their underwear. they are my cumdumpsters. always. everywhere.
they’re mine in the fantasy. but i wouldn’t lock them down. they can go out, have their own lives, even fuck other people if they want. same freedom for me. the only hard line is that if they’re in this, they’re carrying my child or working toward it. that shared purpose is the core. everything else can be flexible.
i want the whole messy, physical reality of it. one of them early, barely showing. another so heavily pregnant that her belly leads the way into every room, swollen feet, aching back, constantly needing to be touched. i’d come home, find them all together, and just take what i want—pushing into a pregnant pussy while the others talk casually about dinner or the gym, one of them reaching over to stroke the belly of the woman i’m currently breeding. no shame. no performance. just the everyday reality of a house full of women whose bodies are busy making my children and whose cunts stay open and available for more.
that’s the fantasy that started with a post that got me hate and ended with a message from a woman who wanted to be the incubator. it’s still the hottest thing i can imagine.