Dreams of Maternity Pt. 02

April 28th

I decided yesterday to try out a new method, looking through pics of pregnant celebrities to find someone I'd like to bring into one of my dreams for some fun. As soon I found photos of an expectant Natalie Portman, I knew I had found just what I was looking for. Wanting to produce as accurate a dream likeness of her as possible, I looked at every pregnant image of her I could find, and watched at least a dozen non-preggo interviews to get a feel for her voice and diction. I really hoped I could bring a little more realism to conversation/general human interaction with such research, as that has probably been the thing most conspicuously absent from my lucid achievements.

An image on my laptop of a heavily pregnant Natalie Portman was the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes for the night, and was the first thing I saw when my dream started. The fact that pregnant Natalie Portman was in my bedroom was an extraordinarily obvious giveaway that I was, indeed, dreaming. She wore a long gray maternity t-shirt and short jean shorts, just like in one of the photos I'd studied. You'd hardly guess she was pregnant beyond the belly sticking out 8 inches further than her modest bosom, as she seemed to be carrying very little fat anywhere else on her body.

I'm not sure my subconscious nailed her personality in our short pre-coital conversation, but I do think her voice sounded authentic. I didn't ask her any questions related to her fame or celebrity or anything like that: I simply asked "Do you want to have sex?" She shot me an impatient look. "Yeah, of course. Why the fuck else would I be in your bedroom?" Unsubtle, sure, but at least it made sense. My brain's dream dialogue skills are definitely improving, which is awesome.

She took off her clothes and I took off mine. Honestly, nothing was very remarkable about either of us in this dream. Her bump looked good but not outstanding, and the rest of her was a bit thinner than I tend to go for in ideal situations. We fucked in the missionary position, both cumming once. The dream ended abruptly after our adjacent orgasms. So very vanilla...

Celebrity, apparently, is not a very interesting thing to focus on in my lucid dreaming pursuits. It was cool to fuck a movie star, I suppose, but it did little for me beyond that. There are other things that excite me much more, and I'll be focusing more on them in the future. Lesson learned, though, which is certainly worth something.

May 1st

In the few nights since the Natalie Portman disappointment, I've mostly focused on size, trying to have a dream with a larger pregnant woman than I've yet experienced. Last night, this desire was very much met. And it was really fucking awesome. The star of the show was an absolutely massive Latinx woman, very far along in her pregnancy with quintuplets (the number of fetuses never explicitly stated, just inherently known in that dream-logic manner). Curiously, she never uttered a word, just burped a great deal with a variety of different inflections. Somehow, I knew exactly what each burp meant, and the whole thing played out as though she were directing my every move.

For the entirety of the dream, she sat naked on my bed with her back against the wall, legs spread wide to allow her sublimely huge gut to rest on the mattress in front of her. Her position may not have changed, but everything else about the dream was far from static. At the start of the dream, her belly was stretched out in front of her about as far as her ankles would've been if her legs were able to point straight ahead. By the end, it took up the whole queen-sized mattress, even threatening to spill off over the far edge of the bed. Impossible shapes and sizes rendered possible by my ever-improving imagination: I loved every moment of this one.

I felt the constant urge to hold her entire bump in my arms, a goal which became less and less feasible as the bump rapidly expanded. Arms stretched out as far as they would go and trying to take in as much of her form as I could with a giant hug, I soon ended up with my whole naked body on top of her soft belly: a second, more comfortable mattress to rest on. I was getting horny as hell through all this, naturally, and my dick seemed to magically find her cavernous innie of a belly button. It was the perfect diameter to accommodate me, but was a far deeper hole than was necessary for my fairly average genitals.

I fucked it slowly and steadily as I continued to hug her gut, cumming hard (another wet dream, not-so-shockingly) after thrusting for 3 or 4 minutes. The semen dribbled out of her navel and I spread it around her belly as much as I could, managing to cover about 5% of it in glistening whiteness. She burped her approval and I woke up, getting out of bed instantly so I could clean the semen off myself.

I need to think about absurdly large preggos more often; this was a seriously good time.

May 2nd

I hardly had time to figure out what my next dream goal might be, as I had another extremely vivid lucid experience the night after the colossal burping lady. This one was kind of a shocker: I was the pregnant woman this time. Not something I'd ever fantasized about or thought to attempt in a dream, but I understood the situation as soon as I looked down and saw a full set of milky tits and feet-obscuring round bump occupying my very own torso.

The unfamiliar, austerely furnished room I found myself in contained a full-length mirror, so I spent a few minutes just taking in the sight of my nude self as a pregnant woman. What a trip! To my surprise and delight, I found myself pretty fucking hot. Shoulder length auburn hair, swollen dark brown nipples, blemish-free 39 week (I just knew) belly, pleasantly filled-out hips, nicely maintained bush: I had a whole lot going for me.

In fact, once I'd taken in the sights I had to offer, my right hand rather quickly went to work on my crotch. I rubbed my pussy (MY pussy! Holy shit!) enthusiastically while alternating between massaging my firm bump and pinching my sensitive nipples with my left hand. It was a lot to take in, and I could hardly believe it was happening, even in a dream. I may not have fantasized about this before, but I really should've. The whole situation got me immensely turned on, and I came pretty quickly for someone who's never rubbed his own clit before. Then I quickly came again, thrilled to be experiencing the multi-orgasmic potential of the fairer sex. Fucking awesome.

As soon as I came for the second time, the door behind me opened, and via the mirror I saw an already naked and fully erect man enter the room. "Hi," he said nonchalantly. I was instantly attracted to him, and really wanted to do something with that cock. In my 20 years of waking life, I don't believe I'd ever had a non-straight thought. As a woman in this situation, though, I was instantly and intensely attracted to this man. He walked a few steps into the room and just stood there, hands on his hips and dick pointing right at me as I watched him in the mirror's reflection. I turned around, took two steps toward him, kneeled down, and started blowing him.

This turn of events shocked me thoroughly but only momentarily, as I very quickly learned that, in this situation at least, I REALLY liked sucking cock. I went at it hard and fast, the head of his dick bouncing against the back of my throat as I bobbed my head. I gripped the base of his shaft with my left hand and cupped his balls with my right. It was thrilling. Even as a first-timer at performing fellatio, I could tell he was approaching climax when I felt him start to twitch slightly in my mouth. Disengaging from the oral sex, I quickly stroked his imminently-cumming cock while angling it directly over my baby bump.

He moaned loudly as he shot his load right onto my belly, just as I've fantasized so many times about doing with my own dick (when I have one) onto another preggo's belly. As soon as the last drop of cum fell, he turned around and unceremoniously left the room, closing the door behind him. I turned around to watch myself in the mirror again as I methodically and thoroughly rubbed the semen into myself, producing a glorious opalescent shine across my whole pregnant belly. Being pregnant is fantastic, I discovered to my utter delight.

May 9th

I've done a lot of thinking over the past week following my lucid turn as a pregnant woman. Maybe even classifiable as "soul-searching." Without really ever having had a moment of attraction to male genitalia prior to last week's dream, I felt the need to investigate what that fascinating dream means for me. And...I don't know, exactly. But, happily, I am not freaked out by it. If it turns out I'm into dick when it's pregnancy-adjacent, that is perfectly fine. Even when it's not at all related to pregnancy? Also fine.

No judgments of any kind: the mind and body want what they want, and I really fucking wanted that cock when I felt like a pregnant woman. Feelings like that may come up again in any number of contexts, and I see no reason to deprive myself of the joy I felt performing fellatio and getting a load blown onto me. It's harmless pleasure, and I can't and don't wish to object. That's all on that topic.

Relatedly, though, I suppose, was my goal for my dreams last night. Following the idea of pregnancy-related dick turning me on, I decided to immerse myself in some mpreg stories and discussions on the pregnancy fetish forums. Would I, as a man in the presumptive dream, be attracted to the dick of a pregnant man? Would I be attracted to a non-pregnant dick if I was the pregnant man in the situation? I was very curious, and frankly eager to once again be as turned on as I was by the dick in last week's fantastic lucid dream.

My thoughts about and immersion in the topic worked out for me, and I had a dream last night in which I did, indeed, encounter a pregnant man. We were in a studio apartment, paintings of cats covering most of the walls for whatever the fuck reason. Both nude from the start of the dream, sitting next to each other on a twin-size bed. The guy was about as hirsute as a human can get, dark brown hair covering everything I could see save for his throbbing 8 inch erection. He was a massive man (undoubtedly 225+ lbs before pregnancy and well over 6 feet tall) with a massive bump (about 8 months worth and looking like it had stretched him as far as his skin would allow and then some).

We made a bit of small talk about which seasons we liked and which we disliked, then he got on all fours on the bed, facing away from me, so that I could fuck him. I kneeled behind him, found that my dick was already very much rigid enough to get the job done (I don't think I'd even noticed my own genitals prior to this moment), and entered him carefully. It was my first anal experience, giving or receiving, waking or dreaming. So, I certainly can't attest to the accuracy of the sensations that occurred within the dream. I can attest to how fucking tight and awesome it felt according to my subconscious, though. And reaching around to grip his huge hairy bump with both hands while I fucked him was a real treat.

I pulled out and told him to sit down as I was approaching climax, just managing to position myself above his bump as I shot my sizable load. Rubbing vigorously, he made sure to coat his whole belly with my cum, then licked his fingers when he was acceptably glazed. We high-fived, and I woke up. Felt a bit guilty that I didn't get him off, but I can't really control when my dreams will end (not yet, anyway). And he was a fictional character my mind made up, so he probably didn't feel too heartbroken over it.

The whole thing was super hot. I loved it, which didn't really surprise me, but was very nice to learn nonetheless. So, I like a dick when I'm a pregnant woman, and I like a dick on a pregnant man. Do I like a dick when I'm the pregnant man? Do I like a dick when neither of us are pregnant? These remain open questions, but...yeah, I'm pretty sure the answer to both is "yes." I'll just have to find out for sure, you know, for peace of mind...not at all because of how horny for cock I've become...

Oh, and that was another wet dream. The last 3 or 4 have been, can't remember if I recorded that. I'm probably forgetting to mention it at this point because I've come to take it as a given, at least for the non-nightmare experiences. This new endeavor is truly going excellently, especially when measured in semen shot into my nightwear.

May 11th

Not to brag, but I really hit a home run last night. I watched and read about a great deal of pregnant orgies over the past several days, and I was rewarded with a dream in which I had an all-preggo harem at my disposal. Every size, shape, and race was present and accounted for, the total number of knocked up ladies overwhelming enough that I could not manage to get a definitive count. I'd estimate 20-25 if I had to guess, but I'm really not confident of that at all. They were all over the place in a huge outdoor space featuring white marble floors and columns plus a multitude of impossibly soft beds: a magnificent spectacle to behold.

[Side note: By this point, as I continue to realize wild pregnant fantasy after wild pregnant fantasy, it's become very easy for me to take control of my sexy dreams. It's pretty fucking obvious to me that I didn't suddenly end up in a real-life situation with several dozen naked pregnant women ready and eager to serve me sexually, to use this latest example. Anything involving pregnant men tends to be a dead giveaway, too. Who woulda guessed?]

I don't even know where to start with the details on this one. I fucked. A lot. The most salient detail is probably that in this particular fantasy, I did not have a refractory period. I came in each and every woman I stuck my dick into, and I never had to wait between preggos. Just a phenomenally good time. It felt like I spent a solid 2 hours straight fucking, though it's never really possible to gauge the length of these dreams. Ample time to sample what my mind had put on offer, certainly, though it probably would've taken three times as long to fuck every preggo in the dream.

The harem scene feels like the apex of my pregnancy-obsessed lucid dream pursuit, something that may be impossible to top. The two gender identity mind-fucks that preceded it and put me in touch with my inner cock-lover were nothing to sneeze at, either. I feel like I've got this process fairly well figured out, routinely experiencing the fantasies I attempt to invoke. In terms of a tool for practice, the diary may not be strictly necessary anymore.

However, there are myriad other facets of the pregnancy fetish to explore inside my head, experiments to conduct to pinpoint the things that turn me on the most, potentially even leading to some real-world attempts at sexual adventure. I'm pretty sure I'll continue writing this shit down, even if it just becomes a masturbatory aid for me. Gotta jerk it to something, after all.