Pregnant Navel Worship
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Pregnant Navel Worship
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.
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lol Seriously. People can take the most random thing and turn it into a fetish. I am sure if they have a "pregnancy belly fetish" the shirt can be up or down, it won't matter as long as its a pregnancy belly!
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lol thats a new one to me... but I figure, if its not something sexual anyway, then if they are going to get off on it, let them. doesn't hurt me any! It's creepy, but oh well
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I was on another board and someone posted in response to a bare belly pic (shirt up) that there are people with pregnant belly fetishes out there and people shouldn't post their bare belly on a public forum.
Do you think there is a problem with people posting belly pictures showing skin?
I never really give people's odd fetishes much concern...otherwise, I would be covered in a neck to ankle sack and never leave the house.
I've posted last time bare belly shots just because I was SO FREAKIN HAPPY I didnt get stretch marks *knock on wood*
Theres pregnant lady porn out there..My mom joked with my cousin that she should go and do that while she was pregnant with her first..
I was watching tyra once (not an every day thing) and she had one of the girls from the whorehouse in nevada. She got the job while she was 6 months pregnant and guys would choose to sleep with her just because of it..it is really weird..
However the belly shots dont bother me..You dont worry when youre in a bikini do you? Because thats just like..waterproof underwear
Like PP said, there's a fetish for everything... You can't concern yourself with that.
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For all of my life, I have been fascinated by tummies and belly buttons, both my own and other's. When I was younger I loved watching shows like Kim Possible and films like Aladdin and The Little Mermaid that showcased the protagonists' bare bellies. My friends and I would play games like "doctor" where we gave examinations that often consisted of poking and tickling each other's tummies, and variations of "cops and robbers" where I always wanted to be "tied up" with my belly showing.
My interest in bellies continued throughout my teenage years until university, where I began to gain more belly-related experiences, in large part because at that time crop tops were becoming popular once again. While I rarely bared my belly at class and never at my part-time job, I did begin wearing crop tops on the weekends when I was relaxing in my dorm or at the library, and on the occasions when I went out partying. This isn't atypical in university and many of my friends did the same, but I nevertheless enjoyed the opportunity to show my belly. At first I was quite shy and nervous to show my belly, especially because it leans more towards chubby-and-soft than flat-and-toned, but over time I grew more confident and comfortable baring my belly in crop tops.
I have always been a ticklish person, and it didn't take long for one of my friends to discover this. Of course throughout my time at university I took many photos with my friends, and there were plenty of times when I would be wearing a crop top and my friend would wrap an arm around my waist with their palm resting on my tummy for a photo. Whenever this happened, my automatic reaction was always to flinch away in response to even the mere threat of being tickled. Although this often passed unnoticed by my friends, there was one occasion where my friend observed my slight intake of breath and twitch of my belly. Without moving her hand she teased, "Oh, is someone ticklish?" before lightly wiggling her fingers over my bare tummy for the duration of the photo. Embarrassed and not wanting to call attention to myself, I let her tickle my belly until the photo op was finished. While this friend didn't announce my ticklishness to the rest of our group, she did often take the opportunity to gently tickle my belly whenever we were standing next to each other in future photos.
Despite my willingness to show off my belly in crop tops, I have always been susceptible to extreme embarrassment whenever attention is drawn specifically to my belly. During one study session with a group of my classmates at the library, my stomach began to growl loudly. If I recall correctly, I hadn't eaten much that day and my belly has the tendency to become very noisy when it's hungry. A friend who was sitting next to me heard the loud, pained grumbles and gurgles of my belly (which was exposed in a crop top) and asked with great concern, "Are you okay?" I immediately blushed and mumbled about being hungry, but she persisted, looking at my belly with a worried frown as she said, "Your stomach sounds really hungry." At that point, several other members of our study group had also noticed my noisy stomach and were all staring at me and my bared belly. Catching on to my embarrassment, one of my other friends in the group said, "Her tummy is telling us that it's finally time for us to stop studying!" She then placed her hand on my belly and began rubbing it, giving me a kind smile before joking, "We can't work with all this noise, anyway!"
During my final year of university I was living in an off-campus apartment with several friends, allowing us the space to host parties or pre-games. On one such night, a small group of friends and I were all drinking together in preparation for later going out bar-hopping when the topic of belly button shots came up, and suddenly everyone was clamoring to do belly shots. Several girls refused to lend their bellies to the cause on the basis of being too ticklish, and in my friend group there was a surprising amount of girls with outie belly buttons, which everyone agreed was less than ideal for belly shots. The whole time everyone was talking and comparing belly button shapes, I was blushing and staying quiet. That is, until one of my friends grabbed me and pulled me closer, saying "We can use unbuttonbellybutton's belly, she's got a deep belly button!" I gave a bit of halfhearted protest, but allowed my friends to coax me into a horizontal position on the table while they poured tequila into my belly button.
When my first friend placed her lips over my belly button and sucked up the tequila, I couldn't help but start giggling. Though I didn't want to draw attention to my ticklishness, the proximity of her face to my sensitive tummy and belly button made it impossible not to laugh and squirm. Inevitably my friends noticed this and began to tease me, saying, "Look, she has a ticklish belly button too!" and "Oooooh, unbuttonbellybutton's ticklish!" My next friend to take a shot intentionally stuck her tongue in my belly button as she slurped her shot, which was when I discovered that a tongue poking the bottom of my innie tickles unbearably. Altogether, I think five or six of my friends did shots from my belly button.
As we became increasingly drunk that night my ticklish belly button was seemingly forgot about. However, for the remainder of that year I ended up getting tickled more than I had in the rest of my life put together. One of the girls I lived with began tickling me once every week or two. If I was lying in bed or lounging on the sofa with my shirt slightly rucked up, she would poke my belly button; she tickled my tummy and belly button to get my attention if I was ignoring her, or to tease me when we were having one of our playful arguments. Though the tickling never lasted for very long it was nevertheless enjoyable, and I began "casually" baring my belly button more often to encourage the behavior. On at least three other occasions at parties, my friends convinced me to let them do shots out of my belly button. And on one memorable occasion during a drunken game of truth or dare, one of my friends dared another to tickle my belly button for as long as she could before I escaped; my friend immediately sat on me, pinning me down and mercilessly tickling my tummy and belly button for about five minutes (though it felt like thirty) before I managed to eventually roll her off, while everyone else just watched and laughed.
Though I've had less belly-related experiences now that I've finished university and moved away from my close university friends, I've grown closer with a new group of people in my current area and we've delved into some belly-related shenanigans. During one group outing my friend was wearing a crop top, which somehow led to a conversation that involved comparing the size, shape, and type of all of our belly buttons. I'll end this writing by sharing my most recent belly experience, which was when my friends and I celebrated Thanksgiving together. Of course we all ate plenty, and while I didn't wear a crop top to our Thanksgiving party, I was drunk enough that after overeating I pulled up my shirt to rub my stuffed bare belly. I received several comments about the size of my round tummy ( "Your belly looks like it's going to explode!" ) and one friend poked the side of my belly to test how taut and full it was while another friend teased me about the size of my food baby and rubbed my belly for an enjoyable few minutes.
The first time I saw my friends after the holidays was when we met up for a takeout-and-movie night. All five of us crammed into the living room of my friend Ria, piled together on the sofas and chairs in front of the TV. For the first hour or two of the evening we played card games, before switching on the TV and ordering takeout, as per our once-a-month tradition.
Now, let me set the scene. My friends and I are all quite different, and that's especially true for myself and my friend Liv. I'm 5'8" and about 180lb. with long, curly brown hair and brown eyes. I've got what I would consider to be an average body, apart from the fact that my tu
“Cute costume!” my friend Kiera - disguised as a gymnast - exclaimed when I opened the door of my room to greet her.
I smiled at her. “Thanks!” I was dressed as a genie, with a flowing, long-sleeve purple-and-gold cropped top, and long, baggy purple-and-gold pants, with gold slippers on my feet and bracelets jingling on my wrists.
“Ready to go?” she asked. I nodded and we headed outside, walking the short distance across campus to one of the many nearby Halloween parties. When we arrived the party was in full swing, people in various costumes all dancing and drinking and having fun.
“Hey!” I
These aren't all of the stories I could share about my belly, but they're some of the more memorable and interesting belly-related experiences that I've had. I don't know why I have such a belly fascination, but since I do I suppose I'm lucky that I've had all these experiences! It doesn't stop me wishing that my belly got even more attention...
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