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Leave It To The Professionals
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Ongoing, First published Mar 31, 2020
Mature
×TW: TransMen with feminine traits, TransMen pregnancy, miscarriages, bullying, self-esteem issues, oviposition, and more×

Baelan Carmen Holme is a bright eyed young man, and since age 18, now 24, he has had 8 kids for LGBT+ families. No w with his first set of twins, and an excited new family, he has to figure out how to adopt the twins out.

Baelan also works for a new facility that helps teenage boys, nonbinary pals, and girls deal with their pregnancies. He helps by training basic parent and baby needs, to how to take care of your body during a pregnancy.

Yet, he also has his own secret only the watchers of porn sites know. He's a horny pregnancy, oviposition and belly loving fool who shows all that and more live on camera.

How will Baelan balance his normal life and his kinky cam-life? Will there be too much strain on his body?
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?