I adore pregnant ladies. They're shiny and swollen, like ripe, succulent fruit, and they're full of interesting contradictions; they're arousing, yet grotesque... powerful, yet helpless... awe-inspiring, yet ridiculous. They're such wonderful creatures that I can even overlook those freaky popped-out navels. 

I'd love to be a pregnant lady; a big, happy, sexy pregnant lady with a cute little baby inside of me taking nourishment from my robust mommy body and giving me that sexy, shiny mommy glow. I'd have a big round mommy belly, and I'd let people touch it and feel my baby kick. I'd have huge breasts so full of milk that I'd have to wear special mommy bras, and sometimes, when my breasts were too full, the milk would trickle out through my bra and down the front of my pretty mommy summerdress, and everybody would look and say, "Goodness, she's really ready to pop, isn't she? She's so fertile and healthy and lovely. Ah, life is sweet, yes indeedy." Then they'd ask me if I needed a glass of water or a pillow, and they'd ask if they could touch my belly, and they'd say sweet things about my beautiful mommy glow. 

Of course, I just like to focus on the cute aspects of pregnancy. My fantasies have nothing to do with the constipated, constantly pissing, nauseous reality of being an expectant mother. The idea of actually giving birth is no fun at all. Hours of shrieking agony, and then all that meat and juice and red slop spurting out between your legs. And then, when the whole ordeal is finally done with, you have some squallering brat to take care of. No thanks. In my fantasies, my baby is basically a prop, and I never have to worry about the inconvenince of actually bringing the little fucker into the world or raising it or any of that stuff. I just want to get knocked up and have a pretty pregnancy, is that too much to ask? Oh, and I absolutely must breast-feed before I die. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to swing that one, but where there's a will... 

As sexy as the idea of being a mommy is, the idea of being a baby is only slightly less fun. Go ahead, make your "paging Dr. Freud" jokes, but you can't deny that there's something really appealing about the idea of being held in the arms of a gigantic, beautiful  woman who has total control over you and totally adores you. You're completely vulnerble, but all your needs are met without you even having to ask. All you have to do is whimper cutely, and your mommy will place your hungry lips against her massive bosom, humming sweet little lullabies as you gulp down the milk that flows from her nourishing body. Yeah, tell me that doesn't sound good! 

Predictably enough, there's a whole online fetish culture based around the concept of age regression, and these sites are some of the creepiest fun you'll ever have. Age regression is one of those things I'm not too comfortable with being turned-on by. It's not pedophilia, but some of these sites get a little too close to it for comfort... you know, the ones with picture archives featuring little girls in Shirley Temple dresses and stuff. Ewww! I assume that most of the people who are jerking off to these pics are getting their tingles from the idea of BEING the little girl, rather than DOING anything to the little girl, but this is still getting into some pretty dodgy territory. Personally, I'm more interested in the wacky stories on these sites, most of which revolve around ladies who get revenge on their straying husbands by using magic spells to transform them into weeping, helpless little babies. I'd think if a woman with magical powers found out her husband was being unfaithful she'd turn him into a toad or something, but no. "That darn Phil has screwed around on me for the last time! Hey, I know, what I'll do... I'll turn him into a baby, put him in diapers, and breast-feed him for a while! That oughtta show him! No, I know... I'll turn him into a little girl, with pig-tails and everything, then I'll dress him in frilly little outfits, and raise him as my daughter! Ha ha! He'll rue the day he crossed me!" 

I think most kinks are fun to explore, but this is one that it's probably better to just enjoy and not think about too much.