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Pregnant Fetish
Sex. Celebrity. Politics. With Teeth
Sex. Celebrity. Politics. With Teeth
The Pregnancy Fetish, as Explained by Pregnancy Fetishists
Jezebel's Crush of the Week: Bella Hadid in 'Ramy'
Jezebel's Crush of the Week: Jennette McCurdy
Jezebel's Crush of the Week: Bella Hadid in 'Ramy'
Jezebel's Crush of the Week: Jennette McCurdy
Shannon Cook, a journalist for CNN, recently re-watched footage of an Annie Lenox interview she conducted while pregnant—super pregnant. Re-visiting the clip didn't make the journalist shudder at the memory of waddling into a studio at 5 a.m. while in her third trimester. What it did make her think of was something that happened later, at the grocery store. As she stood in the vegetable aisle, massively pregnant and feeling up some avocados, a man seemed to...hit on her?
A man was attracted to her. Because she was pregnant.
I wasn't sure whether to start lobbing bell peppers and radishes at the guy, or just accept the chatter as that kindness from strangers only pregnancy evokes. My instincts told me there was more to it and when pregnant, your instincts are pretty darn noisy.
There was something behind his charming smile, his lingering and the urgent look in his eyes. This dude thought I was hot. But how could he? I mean, I looked like an upright hippopotamus. Was he merely homing in on the obviousness of my fertility? Did he have a thing for maternity jeans? How is it possible that when your pregnant self feels your stretched-out worst, you're able to attract random-dude-in-Tom-Ford in the fruit and veggie aisle?
Cook goes on to tackle the topic of preggo-chasers, talking to sex educators who tell her the whole thing is pretty normal — pregnant women are confident! They glow! What's not to love? And she chats with a neuropsychiatrist who suggests maybe men hit on pregnant women because they feel safe; they can flirt with you without fear of it leading somewhere since they assume you are taken. It's either that, the neuropsychologist says, or the fact that you are a walking billboard for fertility, advertising the fact that had sex that one time. (According to a pregnant friend, you are also a walking billboard for mood-swings and leakage, but whatevs.)
Cook entertains that a pregnancy fetish might be explained by the fetishist remembering Mom being pregnant, and she cites the results of 2011 questionnaire/study that found lactating/pregnancy fetishes are more common in older siblings. (Sounds like a bit of a stretch, but watch out for those Duggar boys.)
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Yet for all the theorizing, the author didn't just ASK pregnancy fetishists what is so hot about baby-bumps. So we did.
"Ben," a 42-year-old veteran of the kink scene, admits that he is attracted to ladies with pregnant bellies. Why? He broke it down for us, bullet-points and all, over email:
And it isn't just men. "Lea" is a 24-year-old with a pregnancy fetish. "She is fertile and has successfully created life. As a lesbian, I have the choice to become pregnant. This makes us, women, god like, powerful, rulers of life," she says. "That is sexy." And seriously, while it is sometimes downplayed in art and literature, giving birth is the human experience. Like by default. So maybe we can see where that might be worthy of some sort of worship, sexual or otherwise.
But the world of pregnancy fetish is also huge. There are breeding fetishes (basically where you role play during sex that said sex is going to knock you up — bonus fetish points if this is with someone is not your primary partner), lactation and milking fetishes (and let's remember that you don't necessarily need to be pregnant in order to lactate). There's also role-playing for pretending you're pregnant, male pregnancies, forced impregnation fantasies, gang-bang impregnation fantasies...
Okay, I'll stop. Maybe for some folks the turn-on really is just the glow. Really! I didn't mean to freak you out, Shannon Cook. I am sure that dude who was into your avocados was perfectly innocent.


By Anonymous
Updated August 20, 2018

This is life with a pregnancy fetish…

By Anonymous
Updated August 20, 2018

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My fetish is more common than you think it is. A lot of people have it. And if you’re not familiar with it, you might judge it, just like I would judge something I didn’t understand. Despite what you might think, I’m not a monster. I have a strong, primal impulse, like anyone with an addictive fetish does, and I am alway in the process of balancing it out with the practicalities of real life.
And before you ask, yes, I’m in therapy for having a pregnancy fetish. My therapist knows about my problem, and is the only person who was able to get me to the doctor’s office for the birth control implant — a small bar under the skin of my upper arm that I constantly, subconsciously scratch at. I want to rip it out, and I dream of doing it in my sleep. But I meet with my therapist twice a week, and she helps me with that. And with a lot of other things.
I met my husband (with whom I have two children, the only two I have) seven years ago. He didn’t know about my fetish — something I’ve known about since I was a teenage girl — but over the years, I began to open up to him. We’ve always had an extremely communicative sex life, and even though I was afraid he would judge me, I began to love him so much (and see myself so seriously with him) that not telling him about such a huge part of me was not an option anymore. I found that, beyond not upsetting him, it actually turned him on, too. He was happy to indulge my fantasies and support my dreams of being a mother as many times as we could, both physically and financially.
The first time I actually got pregnant, it was like an entirely new world had been opened to me. Where my sex life had always been thrilling (and our roleplaying helped enormously), this was a whole new level of joy and pleasure. Sometimes it felt that just by sitting down on my office chair, I would have an orgasm! My whole body was humming with excitement, and having people come up to me on the street to feel my stomach was every bit the flattering, glowing experience I thought it would be. I felt like a goddess, in every sense of the word, and my husband couldn’t leave me alone. At one point, he called in sick four days in a row to stay home and make love to me. Luckily having an eight-month-pregnant wife helped with that story!
But when my daughter arrived, things changed quickly. Where my body had felt vibrant and warm, it suddenly felt empty and sagging. Always trim, I had suddenly become a loose, fat woman — and not the round, jolly kind of fatness that makes you feel like twice a woman when you’re expecting. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror, and I couldn’t look at my daughter. I resented her for having taken something from me, even though I didn’t know what that thing was. My husband bonded with her immediately, and I was glad he did, because our nanny ended up replacing most of my interaction with her. At least she had one parent who was head-over-heels, the way you should be.
I saw my therapist, who explained to me all about post-partum depression, and helped me get back to a normal life. I lost thirty pounds, started feeling “myself” again — going dancing, traveling, working, enjoying the company of my family — and things started to make sense. I didn’t feel incredibly attached to my daughter, though. (I would describe the love as the love I have for my parents, whom I’m not enormously close to. I feel a familial draw and obligation, and I know intrinsically that I would do anything for her, but I don’t get a rush of endorphins from seeing her. I don’t extract an enormous amount of joy in her presence, certainly nothing like when I was pregnant.)
Once my confidence was back at its highest, and my sex life with my husband had returned full-force — when my daughter was just over two — I quickly became pregnant again. I want to say that this was an accident, but I had been intentionally messy about contraception, because I wanted the experience without having to say that it was something I did on purpose. I couldn’t help it, my fetish had returned, and I needed the experience of pregnancy again. It was something greater than myself, and when I found out the news, all of my concerns were immediately erased from my mind. I even connected with my daughter in a more profound way — now that I was so happy and fulfilled, I could give my full self to her. It was an idyllic nine months, as it had been the last time.
But as soon as my son was born, I was emptied again. My body had taken an even harder toll, and he was a colicky baby who couldn’t sleep through the night. There was one week where I just left — took the car, drove to a beach town an hour or so away, and rented a room in a little b&b in the middle of autumn. I couldn’t stand to be around my family, particularly not my children, and making up with my husband would only mean that my overwhelming fetish would return. When I arrived back after that week of cleansing, I felt better (better enough to put on a good front, and get into therapy), but I was not happy. And I did not feel love.
Now, I am here, with a four- and two-year-old, and a handsome, still quite young husband who cares for me. But I feel nothing. Without my fetish, I am empty inside, and looking at my children only reminds me painfully what it felt like when it was good. The thought of not having that experience to look forward again tears me apart inside, and makes me seriously consider suicide.
The truth of the matter (at least, after a few years’ worth of therapy) seems to be that I am just not one of those people who should be a mother. In fact, in all of my years of fantasizing, I never actually thought about what it would be like after giving birth. It never interested me. And all of the instincts I have for other parts of my life simply don’t happen with my children — they inspire nothing profound in me, nothing that makes me long for their presence. I hope they are happy, but I am more interesting in caring for myself than for them. I would always choose a night with friends over a night watching Disney.
And now I am here in a prison I have created, with two children I don’t feel very strongly for. My desire still consumes me, and I fear that one day I may leave them to re-start the whole process in a different country, with some other name. All I know is that I have to get out, and have this experience again. I have to find a solution, and something tells me (as much as I hate to admit it) that it might not involve my family.
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Good people of the internet, for some reason I have gone on until now without ever writing about why one might have a pregnant fetish. The reason it surprises me is because I write about sex professionally and also happen to have had pregnant fantasies for most of my life. There is A LOT of garbage information online about preggophilia, so I must act now. Whether you are trying to figure out your own fantasy or are pregnant and realising for the first time that some cis men find pregnant women sexy, I can help you understand why.
Even though I am writing this from my own perspective, this article is for everybody. Where possible I am referencing other people’s accounts of their preggophilia and breeding kinks (both cis-gender women and men). The official term for pregnancy fetish is maiesiophilia but preggophilia is the more commonly used slang term.
Please note that every time I refer to “women” and “men” in this article, I am referring to cis-gender women and men. That’s purely because those are the only points of view I currently know and can write about with regards to the subject of preggophilia. It isn’t my intention to exclude anyone and I hope that regardless of your gender, you’ll enjoy my thoughts on this fascinating fantasy.
This article contains very mild artistic nudes, the elegant variety. The reason is that I will describe to you visual concepts surrounding beauty, so I need to give examples (especially where I have drawn grids over the top to show a theory from art/visual theory). Nothing remotely pornographic, creepy or shocking, I promise.
We’ll explore what a pregnant fetish means together and I will go through the different forms that preggophilia can take. I’ll also discuss a different form of the fantasy, the impregnation / insemination fetish or as it’s also known, a breeding kink. Both the kind where people fantasise about being impregnated but also of others who fantasise of impregnating women.
“The breeding kink” as the impregnation fetish is known, even exists for homosexual, trans and non-binary people. I believe that’s because the breeding kink can be as much to do with dominance and submission as it can be to do with breeding. I’m not qualified to speak for other genders or those with different sexual orientations to my partner and I, however it’s something am interviewing people for, so get in touch if you can provide insight!
This is a big and quite complete article, so here is a list of quick links if you want to jump to specific parts. The FAQ section has a bit of everything.
If you find pregnant women sexy or find pregnant bellies attractive, you may wonder if you’re normal. Similarly, you may concern yourself over whether having a breeding kink is strange. Perhaps you know someone with either of these fantasies and want to check if they’re sane. Short answer: Yep, normal, not crazy, not a weirdo, don’t worry.
People with pregnant fetishes or fantasies are completely normal people with totally acceptable kinks. Lots of people find pregnant women sexy. Women too can have very strong sexual desires for being made pregnant.
People can have a pregnancy fetish whether or not they actually intend on having offspring. The offspring has nothing to do with the sexual part of this fantasy. Procreating is simply a primal urge. Preggophilia and breeding kink are just two ways that our wonderful brains attempt keeping the species going. It’s for this reason that having a pregnant fantasy is not strange at all. It actually makes a lot of sense when you think of it in these terms.
Later on I will go into the physical beauty aspect of the whole fantasy and why it also makes sense from an artistic point of view. I’ll also talk about why the well known domination and submission dynamic can have a role to play in preggophilia.
Usually, people who’s desires fall under the umbrella of the ‘pregnant fetish’ are interested in either the form of the pregnant body, high virility/fertility, the process of impregnantion or the taboo of subverting the motherly image. It can also be a combination of those things. That is all fairly common and can be explained easily. Occasionally, you’ll find preggophiles who are into more fantastical and sci-fi forms of the fantasy. I’ll discuss that in more detail further on in the article.
From my own point of view and that of all the other people I have ever read about, pregnancy fetishism features NOTHING of the offspring itself. In fact, the more we hear or process the idea that there is a child, the less we are turned on. I mention this because I know that this is a concern for those that don’t understand our fantasy.
Pregnant fetishists who are men adore making love to their pregnant wives, for example. They find their pregnant wives irresistibly sexy. Yet I have read quite a few accounts of guys getting kicked by the unborn child, which instantly kills the mood for them. It is the sexy pregnant woman , the sexy pregnant wife that these men are turned on by, they don’t want to think of the offspring in any way.
“I found my wife beautiful all the way through. Sex, however, stopped the day I felt my son kick me through her belly. I didn’t think he was being unreasonable.”
“I got kicked in the stomach in about the 8th month of the pregnancy during sex. Instantly killed the mood.”
Aesthetically, we are all drawn to visuals that follow the geometry and mathematics of the golden ratio , no matter our gender. The golden ratio is present in many parts of the natural world. It is part of what makes something look organic and beautiful to us. This isn’t a preference, it’s a rule. Natural forms that follow and are laid out according to the golden ratio are aesthetically pleasing to the eye.
The golden ratio is used by artists, photographers, film makers and many others in the visual arts to make their works look beautiful. Is it any wonder then that we find pregnant women beautiful? Check out that image up top that I made with the golden ratio grids. Pregnant women’s bodies are full of curves that follow and exaggerate the curve of the golden ratio . The closer to the golden ratio curves those bellies, boobs, hips and butts get, the more sexy they are. Aesthetically, it’s logical that we find pregnant women beautiful.
So let that imprint itself in your mind and if you are pregnant, write it on a postcard and hang it above your bed as a reminder. Men ARE NOT finding their pregnant wives sexy because of their mothers. That is a lazy, tired theory and it is pushed around online way too much . Pregnant women are simply sexiness on legs . According to a major visual aesthetics theory , pregnant women are walking, talking works of art.
It isn’t just men that think so either. Women too can think the pregnant body is sexy . Lines of sexy maternity lingerie aren’t being produced to sit on shelves and there aren’t only men buying it . Some pregnant women know and believe they are sexy too. Back to the visual theory…
The golden ratio is present in some of our favourite things in the natural world . Sometimes it is obvious as with shells and roses. Other times it is more subtle, the curve that the spine or neck makes, the space between elements of the body. In art, design and related practices like photography, the golden ratio is also used to create beautiful layouts . Even if something doesn’t have the literal curve that is inside the grid you see, designers and image makers still use the grid itself to create beautiful compositions and layouts . Some cameras even have golden-ratio overlays.
To put this theory into the context of sexual desire bluntly, the cur
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