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The Pregnancy Meme
A meme for the kink of pregnancy, impregnation, and pregnant sex, along with all related fetishes.



The Premise • Ideas • OOC
The Premise
Ah, the joy of pregnancy. Many people consider it a true blessing to be able to bring. For others, admittedly, it's not exactly planned. Still, once it's done, that's one etch-a-sketch that usually can't be shaken to erase. Might as well get used to that pregnant glow. But hey, look at this way: those who are with child can find themselves with a much fuller figure, larger breasts, a higher libido...that's surely worth the surprise lactation, the sore feet, and the eventual baby- Right? You may remain yourself, or you may believe yourself to be in a completely different world, such as a modern couple starting a family or a medieval lord and lady producing an heir. The timey-wimey magic also comes in handy, as the stages of pregnancy can be jumped to at random, so no two people may be the same degree of "along." Don't think that the gender roles are so rigid here as they are in the real world, though; it wouldn't be amusing that way. Biological men can get pregnant, biological women can impregnate others...just go with it. So have fun and enjoy the new kinks in your sex life! You know, some people have a pregnancy fetish...
Ideas
ROLES -Impregnated: Gender neutral -The "Father:" Also gender neutral SCENARIOS -Impregnation -Breeding (aka the less happy and probably less consensual version of the above) -Just found out -Working around the bumps (aka we can't have penetrative sex, but there are other ways) -It's safe now -Constant craving (aka NEED SEX NOW and also pickles) -After the storm (aka how long has it been? or LET'S TRY FOR ANOTHER) -Sex with new additions (aka do you know how hard it is to have sex with a baby around?) -My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard (aka the lactation kink)
OOC
① Comment with your character, putting the usual information in the subject line. ② Also in the subject line, put whether you want your character getting knocked up or doing the knocking up. Or both. ③ Blank comments are fine, but you may want to put what setting you prefer and what kinks you want or don't want. You can also use this form: <b>Character Name:</b> Your character's name <b>Age:</b> Your characters age. <b>Yes:</b> For kinks. <b>No:</b> For kinks. <b>Personality:</b> Your character's personality. It doesn't have to be long, just a few sentences. <b>Anything Else:</b> Got anything else to add? Add it here! ④ Comment around. Have fun and be excellent.
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The doctor rubs at his forehead, "That's where it gets... complicated. When he submitted to a full body exam, there didn't seem to be any signs or scars of such a surgery nor did he appear to have any other kind of genitalia."

"So..."

He doesn't get it. The totem in his pocket is heavy. He's uncomfortable. "So did you tell him?" Her? He rubs the back of his neck and then shoves his hands into his pockets. "I mean, this is kinda personal, doctor."

The doctor shrugs, almost like he was at a loss to do anything else, "We did. And he just fell asleep. He does have exhaustion, he's anemic, and there's some kind of sedative in his blood work but our tests clearly show his body in need of rest as well as... being with child." It was still difficult for him to say despite them having run more than one pregnancy test in case the first had been a fluke.

"Yeah okay. Right." Dreaming. He must be. "Im going to sit with him, all right?"

No one really has anything to say about that. They had tests to do after all. A lot of tests. Brandt stays in the hallway for a long time before he presses into the room. Arthur looks fine. Just asleep. There's a lot of wires and tubes sticking onto and into him but his skin is pink.

"Hey..."

Arthur's likely still asleep but Will tiptoes into the room and takes a seat next to him before he tests his totem. Awake.

Awake and Arthur is pregnant. That means that... Well he should have asked how far along he is. He has no idea what to think. Could it be his?

Arthur is getting much needed nutrients from the IV bag by his bed and doesn't wake up for another hour.

When he does, he starts, not remembering where he is for a moment, looking like he might rip out the lines he has in him before making a run for it.

Right. That's what Brandt's for today. He might have been half dosing -- it's pretty damned late and they'd had a very early morning, thank you Dom -- but he's quick. And likely inappropriate for the hospital.

Climbing on top of the other man, he quickly and efficiently pushes him down, hands on his shoulders and knees against his ribs. Brandt takes things very serious.

Arthur is quick to grab at Will's forearms, frowning up at him, still looking like he was a few steps away from panicking (which, for Arthur, meant he'd be making every attempt to get the fuck out of there).

"What the fuck are you doing?! Where am I?!"

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"I'm stopping you from doing damage to yourself," Brandt hisses and lowers his center of gravity to just about laying on Arthur if it will stop him wiggling. "We're in the hospital. Calm down."

Arthur does still but is still looking at Will incredulously, "Why?"

And then, closing his eyes as his lids felt like they were burning, "For how long?"

"Uh..." A glance at his watch makes him wince. "Like five hours or so. It's almost dawn. And uh--" Yeah because this is easy-- "The doctor says you got yourself knocked up."

Arthur opened his eyes and stared at Will without blinking for a long moment before finally saying, "... excuse me?"

"He said he told you and you just shrugged and went to sleep." Will has to laugh, he really does, because it all sounds so stupid. "I'm not a doctor but-- I mean he was absolutely convinced, Arthur. You're uh... Pregnant. Um... Congrats?"

Arthur's memory of the past few hours was feeling foggy at best, most likely having said whatever he could in response to the doctor's words in order to finally get the fuck to sleep.

And now he wakes up to this?

If this was some kind of prank or joke he did not find it funny in the slightest.

His flat tone and expression indicated as much, "Get off of me."

Brandt's eyes narrow and he complies without a word, running a hand down his face before he skirts the bed to get back to his chair. He shoves his other hand into his pocket and feels the spent bullet casing there, running his thumb along the dented edge before he pulls it out into the air and sets it on the left hand guard rail in plain sight of the man not exactly resting comfortably with his machines and wires and dark, empty gaze.

He flicks the thing over twice before snatching it back and slipping it into his pocket. "Reality," he explains shortly. "I'll get your doctor."

Arthur's too busy rubbing at his own face to snap at Will how he shouldn't let anyone see what his totem does. None of this makes any sense. This better be some mix up in the test work or something like that because this just... This just wasn't right.

He was still in the bed when the doctor came back in, telling him what he had before he had gone to sleep. Arthur was shaking his head before the doctor had even finished speaking, "That's not possible -- I'm not physically able to do that."

The doctor then indicated the folder he had brought with him, opening it and reading out loud about a government program that had been created during World War II, describing how in an attempt to help repopulate the country after the war, some men that had volunteered were genetically altered to be able to reproduce. Some were able to successfully bear a child to term, the children having no birth-defects and appearing perfectly healthy while others... were not so successful (whether the male subject wasn't able to carry a child to term or the child hadn't lived past birth, the doctor didn't go into).

Arthur honestly couldn't believe what he was hearing; it sounded like some warped science fiction premise.

He gestures vaguely to the file in the doctor's hand, "What does any of that have to do with me?"

"We have reason to believe that one of your grandparents or even great grandparents might have been involved and passed this ability on to you."

Okay, so Will doesn't always get the point of hiding his totem. He's seen Arthur's dice but he's been careful not to touch them. He's seen Dom's little top too, and their former architect's chess piece before Will took her place as the lead Architect on most of Dom's jobs.

Will liked her. But he understood her reason for leaving. Things change when you start a family.

When you start a family.

He's standing in the corner, arms crossed, as he listens to the doctor go on about the classified work under some organization named SHIELD that he'd never heard of. He files away the years. The names. The doctor himself.

He's going to be doing some breaking into later, especially because he doesn't trust the man. Or the organization he's likely still apart of, no matter what he says.

"We'd like to do an ultrasound, Mr. Ellis. We'll keep this as discrete as possible. Your files will remain secure."

The point man knows he's had to have repeated himself to Will multiple times about the rules dreamsharing had, even while it seemed like Will had a natural gift for building a dream. Ariadne had made sure to teach him some tricks of her own before she left dreamsharing altogether. It had been difficult, letting go of "pure creation", but she had told him she had to get out then and there if she wanted to have the kind of life she was wanting to have [while awake]. Arthur hadn't held any of it against her for getting out early.

And now this was happening.

He scoffed at the suggestion for an ultrasound, "And if there actually is a fetus in me, just where the fuck is it suppose to come out, huh? My ass?"

The doctor was taken aback by that, shaking his head and answering as seriously as possible, "No, Mr. Ellis. Surgery would have to be performed to remove the child from your body. It would be the only way, sir."

Arthur rolled his eyes, rubbing a hand down his face before conceding, "Fine. Do a fucking ultrasound." Yes, he was crabby and yes, he thought this was all bullshit. Even if he couldn't ever remember having an ultrasound done on him before... Why would he? There had never been a reason for it until now.

Babies don't come from nothing.

Will's palms are sweaty.

He and Arthur aren't exclusive -- though for Will, they had been. He's never asked after anyone else in Arthur's life. They meet and fall away again. It's always been casual with an edge of something so much less casual. It hits him hard that, if part of this gene in Arthur isn't just a clone factory, or if he doesn't actually hold two sets of genetic codes that get triggered at certain periods of a carrier life, this kid could be his.

The thought solidifies in his abdomen and when the doctor leaves to get the machines ready, he chokes out a soft: "Uh, how many people are you-- Seeing?"

Arthur looks over at Will, the circles under his eyes dark and feeling just as heavy as they look under the hospital lighting, "Are you asking me how many people am I fucking at this point and time?"

Yeah, really not in the best of moods at the moment and he can't be bothered to feel guilty about it, either.

Brandt doesn't think Arthur should feel guilty about it. They're not exclusive. He tells himself that before there can be any sort of jealousy communicated in his eyes or in his words. He doesn't want it to be like that.

Arthur looks awful. And maybe there's a better time, but-- "I want to know how likely it is that it's my kid, Art. That's all."

"We don't even know that there is one," it just bursts out of him because he feels like he's fallen down the rabbit hole and nothing is making sense anymore.

He rubs his hands down his face again, not feeling guilty or ashamed of any of the people he's been with but the fact was, ever since he met Will, there hadn't really been anyone else...

"Well yeah, there's that too." He pushes away from the corner and tugs up a chair, though he pauses before he sits down. "There's a cafeteria. Do you want water or something?" They're moving in the machines now but he gets it if Arthur doesn't want him to stay.

His hands drop from his face as they are wheeling the ultrasound machine in and he just shakes his head at Will's question. He doesn't tell the other man to leave, either.

Just stares up at the ceiling as they get him ready, flinching at the gel they squirt onto his lower abdomen, and then closes his eyes as the nurse tries to find the baby inside of Arthur.

He has no idea what he's going to do if he really does have a baby growing inside of him...

There's some technical jargon and some hazy gold liquid rolling around in a triangle-- Will plops in his chair and scoots closer, arm laying across the same rail he'd dropped his totem onto a few minutes before. He doesn't speak, but it all looks like mush to him.

Until--

"That's an arm." Holy fuck. Holy fuck because it looks just like am arm too, morphing and solidifying from that gold goop. "And a head."

"Fuck me," he whispers, green blue eyes scanning the screen for more.

The nurse doesn't seem to be paying attnetion. "I'd say ten to twelve weeks. I'll get the doctor and he'll be able to give you a definite on the gestation."

Brandt shouldn't be grinning like that, he's a killer, a spy, a secret government agent, a dreamsharer and-- "Jesus...it really is a baby." And quite possibly a father.

Arthur can feel his eyes widen at the sight of the arm and head. He couldn't believe it and yet he had to.

Dear god - there really was a baby.

He's never fainted before. At least not when it wasn't due to blood loss and passing out from a good fuck was something else entirely.

But, all things considered, and with how weak he was, his eyes rolling to the back of his head wasn't the worst response he could have had to finding out he was pregnant.