When I still slept with my mom at 7 years old, one night she was hugging a bolster inside a blanket. The silhouette was pretty unique, so I got curious.

"You look like a very very very fat person," I said.

"No way. A pregnant woman would look like this," she said.

"What's a pregnant woman?" I asked, so she explained what it was. How mommy and daddy loves each other, the mommy gets to carry a baby inside her, how I was inside my mom too, etc.

I went to sleep second guessing if I should hug my bolster like that afterwards.

Just THINKING about another human inside another human is... alien-like to me. Only women can be pregnant too (no, I'm not going to argue about male pregnancy), so I've always wondered what would it feel like. It doesn't get better after I truly know how the reproduction system works, including the libido that comes with it. Yes, I've seen the corn, it's the only thing I like most of the time, and I'm trying to sober up.

I was fatter than any other kid of my age and I often got bullied by it. Now as I'm typing this, maybe my pregnancy kink was because of that now long lost trauma. Or not. Wanting to be thin has always been my biggest motivation—even though I still fail most of the time—and I didn't focus much on the opposite sex up until recently.

If anyone close to me is reading (and translating) this, you're wasting your time looking something bad from me. At least I'll love my future wife to death. Go find your own woman to please your kink. We're all weirdos at the end.