My name is Stephen, I’m a 20-year-old college sophomore, and I’ve had a pregnancy fetish for as long as I’ve been aware of sex (and a non-erotic fascination with pregnant women since well before that). Sorry if that sounded like an introduction at a support group, but I almost feel like a support group is what I need at this point. How the hell am I supposed to get with a pregnant woman?
I’ve never had a serious girlfriend. I’m not even sure I want kids, never mind knocking someone up in the foreseeable future. I’m not super comfortable seeking out a pregnant escort, even if they were at all easy to find. Jerking off to pregnant porn isn’t quite cutting it for me anymore, and I feel truly desperate to do something with my desires as they creep closer and closer to obsession.
There’s an avenue toward realizing some of my fantasies that I’ve yet to explore, though: lucid dreaming. If I can manage to learn to take control of my dreams, I can have dream sex with pregnant ladies to my heart’s content. Nightly, even. It’s not the real thing, but I think it’s the best I can do at the moment, and I’m ready to put in the time to get it going. If I can pull it off, it will be worth just about any amount of time and effort it may require.
Starting today, I’m going for it. A lot of the advice around how to get started is to do little reality checks throughout the day, noticing your surroundings and determining whether you’re currently awake or asleep. One thing you may notice, for example, is that clocks will usually look strange in dreams (and normal in waking life, obviously). If you do these little reality checks frequently enough while awake, it can become a habit you’ll continue while dreaming.
Once you’ve determined things are too abnormal to be occurring in the real world, you can know you’re dreaming while you’re doing it, and hopefully manage to get some control over your dreams in the process. Focusing on what you want to dream about as you fall asleep can supposedly be helpful, too (and should be a pleasure!). Control achieved, I can start fucking pregnant women all night long. With time, anyway: it’s not known to be a short (or particularly easy) process.
Keeping notes on any and all dreams you can remember is supposed to help you take control, too. That’s what this diary is for: I’ll record all I can remember in my journey toward fucking pregnant women while I sleep. I’m excited.
April 3rd
I had my first bit of lucid dreaming success last night! Modest, admittedly, but I did achieve a bit of control. I was in a supermarket and, performing a routine reality check, discovered the writing on the cereal boxes was nothing more than squiggly lines. Elated to have realized I was currently dreaming, I rushed around the store, starting conversations with everyone I saw. Their responses were…weird. For instance, I said “How are you?” to one elderly woman, and she pointed to the ceiling and said “Toads. All toads.” So, yeah, talking to dream folks may not be a particularly fruitful avenue.
I managed to stay in the dream for what felt like 5-10 minutes, starting bizarre conversations with a number of fellow shoppers. However hard I tried to will it, though, I could not find anyone pregnant. Bummer on that front, but awesome that I finally got somewhere with being aware while within a dream!
April 8th
Another step forward last night! Excitingly enough, this dream was set within a maternity ward, precisely the setting I’d been fantasizing about while drifting off to sleep. I realized a problem in my strategy pretty quickly, though: I’ve never been to a maternity ward in my life, and thus had no frame of reference for what it would be like inside. The setting would presumably guarantee some preggos to be found, but, per my subconscious mind, the ward was pretty close in vibe to a deserted mid-sized airport. No fucking idea why.
It was pretty frustrating, knowing I’d managed to conjure the facade of a promising setting but failing miserably at finding another living soul, never mind anyone pregnant. Progress has been made, though, I’d say. I did choose the setting the dream took place in, even if I’d done so without putting enough thought into it. If I can get where I want to be again (and choose a place I can more easily imagine), I don’t see why my brain couldn’t take a few more steps and come up with a pregnant woman for me to interact with. Fingers crossed for next time…
April 10th
Okay, more progress: an actual pregnant lady appeared in one of my dreams last night! She was teaching the class I found myself in. I noticed I was dreaming this time because we were being taught the alphabet, which is not a common subject when you’re a college student. Also, she was way off as far as the content of the lesson went: “ass” and “knives” aren’t letters in our alphabet, far as I know.
Overall it was a pretty standard stress dream, with a surprise test I was wholly unprepared for being passed out, and my being completely unable to read anything that was printed on the paper. I did manage, though, to get out of my seat as my fellow students took the test and approach the pregnant teacher. She looked close to full-term and wore a loose blue floor-length dress. I asked if I could touch her belly, and she nodded wordlessly and arched her back to push it out further toward me.
Touching it through her dress, it was extremely soft to the touch, far more so than the few bumps I’ve had the privilege to touch in waking life. There was barely any resistance at all when I pushed in on it, my palms immediately going surprisingly far into her round midsection.
It alarmed me, and I woke up after touching her for mere moments. Still, though: a pregnant lady appeared in my dream, and I touched her bump. Just need to get the bump consistency closer to the real deal. Maybe I need to start thinking about how pregnant bellies actually feel as I fall asleep?
April 14th
Another appearance from a preggo, and in a sexy context this time. No touching of the belly, though. I thought about seeing a curvy pregnant woman in a bikini at a beach as I fell asleep, and my subconscious conjured exactly that. The public beach I found myself on was far too crowded for my liking, people’s chairs and blankets just a few inches away from each other. It was hard to get a solid measure of the size of the entire beach, but it sure felt like I was in the dead center of the jam-packed mass.
My eyes went immediately to the water, though, where the only person enjoying the ocean was a tall blonde in a black bikini, wading up to her knees. Her pregnancy seemed to have swollen her belly exclusively, the rest of her body fit and lean looking. That belly, though! Perfect sphere, smooth, free of any marks I could discern from my 10 yards or so of distance. She dunked her cupped hands in the water and let the water she collected drop down onto her bump, rubbing it in once it had completely dripped through her fingers. Glistening in the sun, she was truly a sight to behold. I felt my dick stiffen significantly in seconds.
That’s where things took a turn for the worse. The anonymous people surrounding me got louder and louder. I noticed they were all staring directly at me, many pointing at my crotch. Sounds of laughter were easily discernible, as were words like “pregnant,” “boner,” “pervert,” and “fetish” (also “sasquatch,” for some reason). My face felt flushed, and I glanced back out to the pregnant lady.
She was submerged to her neck now, and was glaring at me while slowly shaking her head in disappointment and disgust. Somehow I retained my boner, and abruptly came in my pants. The entirety of the crowd somehow knew I climaxed, words including “premature,” “orgasm,” and “illegal” reaching me clearly.
I have no idea why things turned on me so suddenly, nor how every single person on the crowded beach seemed to immediately become aware of my horniness and resultant orgasm. My subconscious mind had been kind enough to create the sort of pregnant eye candy I’d wished for, but really seemed to be judging me with the whole humiliation angle.
The orgasm was what woke me up, as it turned out to be a wet dream, my boxers sticky and wet to the touch upon inspection. Fantasy turned to nightmare, plus a mess to clean up. I’m trying to remind myself of the progress I’ve already made and not focus on this unpleasant experience.
April 15th
Well, last night was a hell of a lot better than the night before, so I’m not feeling too discouraged by my beach nightmare anymore. I decided to think about my high school crush (and current close friend) last night as I lay in bed, as I’ve always thought she would look really great pregnant. Luckily and very much confirming my suspicions, I got to see her in third trimester glory in my dream. She wore a tight t-shirt that didn’t fully cover her bump and tight jeans that really showed off her enlarged ass and hips.
We walked along a forest path that circled a small lake, and I began asking her questions about her pregnancy as soon as the fact that I was dreaming occurred to me (I noticed the water was perfectly still, which looked very unnatural). Past conversations with dream occupants have been awkward to say the least, but this was a little better, sensical at the very least. She told me it felt “awkward” to be so pregnant, and that she couldn’t stop “eating all the foods.” I decided to attempt more personal questions, and asked about the changes she’s experienced in her breasts. She said “they’re large with milk” and “my nipples are red.” So, not the most amazing conversation, but sexy-ish enough to satisfy me for the moment.
We came to a bench just off the path and I invited her to sit down. Wordlessly, she sat down and hiked her shirt up to the bottom of her breasts without my having to even ask. I sat next to her, immediately placing both hands on her sizable bump. This time, my dreaming mind seemed to have properly recalled the feel of a firm pregnant belly, and it was truly wonderful.
Her skin was soft atop the firmness and had interesting patterns of light stretch marks on both sides. Her belly button was a very pronounced outie, which felt fantastic as I flicked it gently. We didn’t exchange another word during the dream, but I managed to stay in it for what felt like 7 or 8 minutes, enjoying her bump the entire time. Even in the dream, though, I couldn’t muster the courage to ask to see or feel any of her more private parts. Strange that I was still sorta shy when there were absolutely no stakes.
I woke up with a near-painful erection and relieved it immediately. Jerked off to the dream twice this morning, too. Nice to have a sexy dream without anything unsettling, stressful, or embarrassing occurring. Definite progress, but I think I’ll be able to take things even further with more practice. I can’t wait.
April 21st
It’d been a few days since I’d had any luck, but last night’s dream started promisingly enough. I made the surprising jump from experiencing one preggo in my previous dreams to more than I could manage to count in this one. A reality check was hardly necessary to figure out I was dreaming: I found myself on a football field surrounded by many heavily pregnant and completely nude women. At first, it seemed I’d achieved some sort of incredible fantasy scenario and was really in for one hell of a sexual experience. When they all started approaching me with slow steps and rigidly outstretched arms, though, I began to get nervous.
They closed the distance between us alarmingly quickly and instantly shoved me to the ground. I landed face down, then felt them start dropping their heavy knocked up bodies onto my back. I was absolutely covered in preggos, and not in a hot way. This was unquestionably a nightmare. Breathing felt impossible, the weight of the mob was painful, and I wasn’t even oriented in a way that would allow my hands to explore the mass of pregnant flesh pushing me several inches into the grass.
I woke up gasping for air and hoping I’ll have fewer nightmares with more lucid practice. What a waste of a mob of naked pregnant chicks that was!
April 24th
Fuck yes! Last night’s dream let me experience a fantasy of mine in a way that I don’t think would even be physically possible in the real world (at least not with my average-sized dick). I was in a cheap hotel room (with a fucked up-looking analogue clock on the wall that gave away the dream) with two pregnant escorts in bathrobes. No one explicitly stated they were professionals or anything, but it was the type of thing you just know within the dream’s logic. “Undress,” I said with some authority in my voice, and they both immediately unfastened their robes and let them drop to the floor.
“We want your cock,” they said in creepy unison (luckily, this would be the only creepy aspect of this enjoyable dream). One of them was blonde and petite, massive tits drooping onto her basketball-esque bump she was carrying impressively high for being so clearly near the end of her pregnancy. The other was a tall redhead with more modest tits but an even bigger bump with a comely teardrop shape.
I quickly decided to undress and dropped my own robe to the floor. My dick was HUGE. I probably sport a fairly respectable 6 or 7 inches (erect) in real life, but my still-flaccid cock was at least 12 inches in the dream. After rubbing a belly with each hand for a minute or so I was completely erect, now 16 inches or so and displaying serious girth.
My biggest sexual fantasy is probably the bumpjob, and I realized quickly that with this long of a hard-on, I could easily position the three of us to allow my dick to rub both bellies at the same time. I gently moved both ladies so they were facing each other with just a few inches separating their protruding bumps, then got my cock right in between. “Tighter,” I requested, and they moved closer to each other, both bumps pressing firmly into my massive dick.
Beginning to thrust, the friction and pressure I got from this arrangement was positively divine. Even within a fantastical dream, I knew I wouldn’t be able to fend off orgasm for long. And I didn’t, as I felt myself start to spasm in climax within 2 minutes, max. I pulled back a bit so that I could angle myself to shoot directly onto the redhead’s belly. The amount of cum I produced was as astounding as the size of my dick had been a few minutes prior.
It shot out further, faster, and in far greater volume than I’ve seen in even the most unrealistic porn. I was able to coat her entire bump in semen without even having to spread it out with my hand (usually a part of my fantasy), and I was still producing once she was amply covered. So I angled myself toward the other preggo’s bump and proceeded to coat the entirety of her belly, too. And I was still shooting, now facing out into the center of the room, the absurd spray falling onto the dingy carpet.
I woke up, not even remotely surprised to find the aftermath of a wet dream. If I’m going to have dreams of this incredible quality, I couldn’t care less about having to clean my underwear in the morning. It’s a very small price to pay for this level of fantasy fulfillment. As a lucid dreamer, I finally seem to have arrived at my full potential. Let the adventures continue!
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/mqbdbk/dreams_of_maternity