I wanna get him pregnant. I wanna see that cute little femboy belly swell, all round and full, knowing it's because of me. I want him walking around, feeling that weight, the weight of what we made together. Oh, imagine those slim hips struggling with that soft, growing bump, knowing he's carrying my baby. Every time he rubs that belly, he’ll be thinking of me.

I need him craving more, needing to be filled over and over, until he's just glowing, looking like the perfect little boymom. And when he waddles around in those tight little outfits, trying to hide the roundness but can't? Oof, that’s when I know I've done it right. I’ll keep him close, hand on that belly, whispering, "You’re gonna make such a pretty boymom, aren’t you?" 😩

I won’t stop until he’s the most beautiful boypreg you've ever seen, soft and full, glowing like he's made for this, because he is. We’re not done until every inch of him screams "pregnant for me," and then, maybe, just maybe, I'll finally be satisfied... but we both know I’ll want another. 😤