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boytumms · 2 days
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Thinking abt a boy being given as sacrifice to some fertility god, in the hopes of gaining the god's favor and securing good fortune for the town. He's not killed, oh no, but he's brought to the altar, a pretty, slim, virgin boy, for the god to do with as they will.
And the sacrifice is accepted. The boy's womb is filled with divine power. He is to carry the god's offspring.
From that day on, the temple is his prison. It is a gilded cage; he is treated well and has everything provided to him, as his belly begins to swell he gets cooed over constantly. But it is a cage nonetheless. He did not come of his free will, and neither is he free to leave the grounds of the temple.
His belly grows quickly, and grows massive, much larger than his slim frame was meant to support. Eventually it becomes a struggle to walk at all, and by the end he's practically bedridden, weighed down by the heavy burden of his belly.
When his labor begins, practically everyone in the temple gathers to watch. It takes ages from him to push out even the first baby past his still so slim hips. He's screaming and crying the whole time, but there's no help, not even any sympathy from the temple folk for his agony. And after the first baby, again and again, one demigod baby after another, until his womb is finally empty.
Finally it's over. The babies get taken away. The priests leave. The boy is left alone, still gasping and trembling from his ordeal. But even as he lies there recovering, he feels the divine power fill his womb again with new life...
He thinks he only has to carry the gods children once, but doesn't realize he's been sacrificed to be used for the rest of his life, birthing dozens of demigods over and over in an endless cycle of pregnancy
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disc0kitt3n · 8 months
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Feeling hyperpregnant… carrying multiples is no easy task.
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hyper-pregnancy-lover · 5 months
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I want to be so pregnant breathing is a chore. My belly so gigantic I can't walk even with help. I can no longer turn over without help, and my breasts aren't much smaller. So full of milk my huge nipples ache from the constant pressure, because no amount of milking eases them.
I stopped asking how many were in me months ago and I stopped asking how soon I was to my due date. Now it's just when I pop, I pop. They show no sign of wanting to leave and you love how my super pregnant pussy feels, how my huge ass feels as you rail me.
When my water finally breaks my belly is dangerously enormous. You can't even see me behind it and my breasts. You and the medical team manage to get me rolled up, resting on my titanic bump. And you and your colleagues pound my pussy until the first baby is pushing on your cock.
You laugh as it was days of fucking before the first crowned. Large babies slowly making their way out. The grunts, moans and whimpers from me all tinged with arousal. My eyes rolling back as I keep having to push for days and days.
And when it's all over, I have the comfort knowing you will fill me right back up.
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Imagine your new wife had been pregnant for years and then you knock up her daughter inside.
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Imagine your new wife had been pregnant for years and then you knock up her daughter inside.
She is years overdue with no end in sight. Obviously, it had been the first thing you noticed about her. She was smart, beautiful of course, funny and very very pregnant.
Pregnant for years and years was not something many could say they experienced. You didn't know what to think at first, but accepted it as another wonderful aspect of the woman you wanted to marry.
You always liked the look of pregnant women anyhow and your wife stood as a monument to fertility with impossibly large breasts and belly.
She said it felt like a tight and constant pressure heavily hangs off her torso, like a band ready to snap. You kept up at the gym just to keep lifting her belly. You didn't mind.
Her hips eventually settle from agonizing at first, into a now wide and with a steady ache, but still they bear the weight of her womb. After the 16th year, not being able to reach her arms across her belly stopped being much of an obstacle. She got used to the weight. She got used to not seeing her feet or legs. With twenty years going by and no sign of labor, her unborn baby grew comfortable in her womb with no real desire to come out.
She enjoyed pregnancy and feared going under the knife for a cesarean.
It was ultimately her decision. Even when her husband, the father of their unborn daughter, tragically passed. Her daughter gave her the strength to keep going.
You found her burden admirable.
Her daughter went through what should've been her 1st birthday all the way to her 20th without being born. Even while stubbornly remaining in the safe and warm womb, her mother didn't love her any less. She just tried to cope with the lot in life they had been given.
It was during this time she met you.
You are her new husband and loved every bit of her.
You hold her massive belly in both arms as much as you can. You press your face against the mound of flesh as you thrust feverishly into her soaked pussy. It's the deepest she's ever had. She pleads and screams, begs for mercy, but you can't offer her any. Your mouth struggling to latch onto her giant milky tit helps soothe her. She begs for more. Her pussy had been empty for too long.
You warned her his cock was quite big, but still you wanted to wait until you were married before having sex.
You kissed of course. She felt the massive pole tenting your jeans, poking her pregnant belly, begging to be let out. But she never let you inside her, not until now.
The bed squeaks ominously but you can't be bothered. She struggles to breathe under the weight of her own womb but her legs keep you inside her. Her pussy tightens around you and refuses to let go. Her monsterous belly took over her entire body with her grown daughter making her skin jiggle and stretch with each movement.
Your wife bucks her hips and moans. There's little she can do trapped underneath her womb but accept your cock and plead for more.
"It's so deep! Oh god, yes, yes, pleaseeeee. OHHHH, GOD Be gentle. Please, be gentle for the baby! Ohhh it's too good. I can't get enough. Don't stop, please, keep going! Fuck me, please!"
You thrusts inside her, lifting her legs as high as they can go, holding onto her impossibly large womb for balance. It doesn't seem like you can go any deeper, until you do.
Your cock goes deeper than you've ever been and it feels glorious.
"Ah,ah ah yes yes please yessssss fuck I'm gonna fill your pussy so goooood!"
The pleasure over takes and you can think of nothing but filling the woman beneath you with your seed.
She screams. It's too much. Sensations of pain and pleasure send goosebumps down her body. It only makes you thrust faster. All she can do is shake and wail as you pounds her pussy deep and hard.
"It got tighter!" You moans and sucks hard onto her milky teet. "OH God, aghh it's so tight! I'm so deep. It's so warmmmmm. Yes, yesssss, that's it, so goooood! Yesssss, take my cock, fucking take it!"
You fucked her deeper and deeper. You didnt think it was possible to open up the cervix with just your cock. Slapping your balls against her ass with each thrust. You think you could cum at any moment. It's warm, tight, and perfect.
Your wife is too engrossed in her own pleasure to notice. But you feel it. You feel your cock getting even warmer than before. You slide into a wet pussy that grips you even tighter than your wife. It feels like your cock is melting, choking your cock, and you want more. You see grasping hands press the skin from inside your wife's womb. Her daughter is kicking wildly and it only makes you grow harder. You know even if you're wife doesn't.
You didn't think much of your stepdaughter. You greeted her politely like any good man would, but it's not like you could take her to an amusement park or anything.
"I'M IN YOUR WOMB! Ughhh, yessss, FUCK ITS SO GOOD! I'M CLOSE, I'M SO CLOSE!"
Maybe she thinks it's just dirty talk. You didn't consider it at the time. The only thought you had was filling up the tight warmth suffocating your cock with cum.
Your wife cries, "OH, OH GODDD FUCK ME DEEP, CUM IN ME PLEASEEE!! Don't stop, don't sstop, pleaseeee!"
You could barely see it. Maybe it was your imagination. Your wife's daughter is shaking her thick ass, it's barely visible beneath her belly. Your step daughter bounces as well as she can in her cramped womb to take as much of your cock inside her as she can. She's desperate and ravenous for it.
Your hips shudder and you groan, slamming your cock in as much as you can. Her tight pussy grips you tighter. You cum shaking with pleasure as your cock sprays everything you have and then some.
"Urghh, OH OH, I'M CUMMING! DARLING, I'M CUMMING!"
Your wife sprays her own pleasure and it drips down your balls. His tits weep milk and you lick and suckle until the stimulation is too much for her. She's an impossibly fertile beauty.
It's still not enough.
You love your wife, but still. Something made you curious that day.
When your wife slept, you sucked on the reddened strained navel atop her belly and thrust inside her. A deep sleeper, she was none the wiser. Your cock slides in like it was meant to.
If you press your ear to her belly. You think you can barely hear our stepdaughter moan and wail as your cock enters her. When you cum inside her, her entire body shakes, making her mother rub her belly unconsciously to soothe her. You kiss our wife to assure her everything was all right. She'd have her own fill of cum in her mouth come morning.
You think there's no issue. No one needs to know. That's what you think for a while at least until her belly starts growing.
After her daughter's first growth spurts and then again after puberty, her growth slowed. That was how it had been for a while. Your wife didn't know what to think when her belly starts getting bigger again. You don't mind.
Her usually content daughter kicks more, harshly, her long legs pulling her mother's skin more taut and further than she should. Your wife has questions, but you don't think there's any reason for concern.
Your stepdaughter is most active during sex. You love your wife and her sexual appetite grows as her belly does.
As you pump your cock into your wife, her daughter writhes and wiggles making her stomach shake. Your wife struggles to cope with the movement, one leg in the air, as you fuck her from behind. On her side was easier on her with the weight of her womb off her. Through the skin, you can see his stepdaughter arched ass begging for cock. You're more than happy to oblige.
You never thought anything would happen.
They both never expected it would happen. Not until the contractions start. Reality doesn't set in until his wife's water breaks, flooding their room with fluid.
She's so huge. It makes sense at some point she'd burst.
"Ah, ah ah I'm gonna give birth. Oh darling, It's happening, I'm in labor. Haaghh haaahhhhh Oh God, my baby's gonna come out!"
Anyone would panic a little in her state. Her due date came and went long ago.
Her legs don't touch the floor anymore. She's just too big. Huge, her body stretched to the limit, and still getting bigger. She doesn't fully realize what's happened until her daughter is struggling to be born. Your wife wails and screams with each slow movement as her adult child forces herself down her birth canal. She realizes what happened then and there.
"YOU GOT MY DAUGHTER PREGNANT! INSIDE ME!"
You think she can manage it. Her swollen pussy is stretching more than you can imagine but you can already see the head before you know it. Your stepdaughters own breasts, heavy and full with milk, slip through my swollen and stretched pussy easily enough. Then her belly comes.
"I can't stretch anymore! I'm gonna break! Too big, too big, too bigggg please help me I can't do it. I can't, I CAN'T. Uhhhh God please!"
You're wife's legs, splayed open with by her own monsterous womb, kicks, writhed, and bucks her hips in desperation. She shouldn't be able to birth her grown daughter but just like her womb did before, her pussy adapts. She stretches as far as she can go, her soaked pussy lips pull back, she screams as against all odds her daughter is finally born.
When the crest of her daughters swollen womb slides against her clit, cum spurts out from her pussy. The squirt sprays over you. Your cum makes both their womb's shiny and sticky.
"ITS COMING OUT! I'm giving birth! AHHHHAA OHHHH IT'S COMING OUT!!!"
She's the spitting image of her mother. Same hair, same eyes and a tight sphere of a pregnant belly that held high long after it should've dropped.
Looking at both women sweaty panting, you knew then and there you'd keep them massive for as long as you were able.
You wanted to be both a good husband and step-father, and that means keeping your new family happy and growing.
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claraspregs · 8 months
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Hyperpreg!!!
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mewvore · 2 months
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I remember you once did a donation sequence of you being hyper pregged. Any idea where that went?
it fell into the ether like all things on the Internet do once an account is deleted at the behest of a ceo who thinks horny pictures are yucky and prevent ad revenue
So here it is in full once again
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nancypreggo · 9 months
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fill for an @imagineyourepregnant request tags/kinks: nb!reader/gender not specified, pregnant!reader, breeding, rapid pregnancy, pregnant kink
Imagine going out drinking and the drink gets spiked with fertility and milk producing drugs. You end up getting bent over the bar top and get taken right there by all the guys there. That seems to be the end of it until your breasts start swelling with milk and lactating. Next thing you know two men are breastfeeding off you and your belly is rapidly growing way beyond 9 months with triplets.
You just wanted to go out for a drink or two-- maybe possibly meet someone fun and hook up in the bathroom or at his apartment if he seemed nice enough. You didn't think that when you left the house on that random Friday night that you'd be in such a predicament.
But you'd met such a gorgeous man at the bar and he was incredibly affable and offered to buy you a drink. One drink turned into two, and then into five, and the bartender must've mixed the drink with the wrong proportions because one of those drinks didn't taste like the others. It didn't matter too much, though, because it was yummy and you liked the buzz it gave you.
When your mystery man kissed you, you didn't turn away and welcomed him into that passionate kiss. The way his grabby hands squeezed at your chest made a soft, needy whimper fall from your lips and before you knew it you were begging for more. But he didn't take you back to his apartment-- hell, he didn't even take you into a back room or bathroom. Instead, he was bending you over the bar and exposing your sex for practically the whole bar to see before very suddenly impaling you with his incredibly large cock.
The way he filled you up, the thick girth of his member pushing at your inner walls-- it barely even occurred to you that he was fucking you very publicly. It all felt so good that the embarrassment was a future-you's problem. Right now you just let out a loud, erotic moan and begged for more. You felt head of his cock punching the entrance of your womb over and over, and there wasn't a feeling quite like this. You felt like you were in a euphoric trance.
When he hit his climax, you felt thick and heavy ropes of come shooting into you and filing you up. There was so much inside of you that you actually felt bloated. In your brain fog you were turned over onto your back and you felt a large hand palming at your stomach, feeling the slight curvature he'd created from his spend inside of you.
Before you could even gather your thoughts and address what had happened, you felt another cock-- this one even bigger-- enter you. The sudden intrusion made you yelp out and squeeze around the girth. "F-fuck-- yes!" you all but screamed, reaching up with your hand to squeeze at your chest. Your nipples were especially erect and you must've been incredibly aroused because even your otherwise modest tits felt bigger somehow.
This man was even rougher and when he came, he came buckets. You peered down at your tummy and you swore you looked like you were actually carrying his baby. It was tantalizing and you wanted more. You could be the bar's cute little cumslut for the night and take everybody's load if it meant you got to feel this good all night. After one man had had his turn with you, they came around to the other side of the bar you were lying on and they massaged your tits while someone else fucked their load into you. You'd come so many times by the time half of the bar had been serviced-- you'd lost count and there was a sizable mess between your legs.
After coming around the twelfth or fifteenth time that night, all of the energy you had had been effectively fucked out of you and you had passed out wearing the most blissed-out expression. When you next woke up, the first thing you noticed was a tingling, almost prickling sensation in your tits-- right at the nipples.
When you blearily opened your eyes, two of your lovers from the your sex-filled night had their mouths latched onto each of your now-massive tits, their lips wet with a thin, milky-white substance. They each had a hand on your large dome of a belly, rubbing loving circles into the taut flesh to calm the apparently many lives within.
You looked over at a wall mirror to see your reflection and you looked like a vision of fertility. You looked around the bar and saw many smug, proud faces-- many men that were touching themselves just at the mere sight of you and some waiting for their turn at your breasts.
"What do you think? Maybe three? Four..?" One man said to another as they looked your form over with hungry eyes.
You cautiously placed a hand on the widest part of your belly and whined softly; it was like your belly was one large erogenous zone. You looked well overdue with at least triplets-- and that was a modest estimate.
"Dunno," another man answered, placing his hand next to yours on your belly. Everyone could see the vague shapes within kicking around inside.
You let out a whimper as you felt a pressure gripping your stomach, your fingertips digging into the tight flesh of your womb. Your belly surged a bit bigger with a growth spurt and very suddenly, liters and liters of fluid gushed out from between your legs.
"Well," the first man who'd spoken laughed, "Looks like we're gonna find out really soon..!"
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boytumms · 3 days
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Had this lovely idea where some 10 ft tall monster women gets her human husband pregnant. The man has to deal with a baby that’s nearly the size of a full grown human and everything that comes with pregnancy is so much worse, kicks that make him feel like his belly would burst open, harsh stomach aches, constant cravings, etc. however is monster wife never leaves his side any is always cuddling his belly any chance she gets
Imagine how big he would be if he had twins, or even triplets... his body would be near bursting by the end of his pregnancy, and of course despite their massive size, his pregnancy lasts way past its due date
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God your moans drive me wild.
I want to fill you until your limit and beyond, leaving you a moaning writhing wreck as you massive belly shifts and writhes with life, your engorged breasts aching for release, all the while my hands caressing and shifting the immense orb of your stomach and tracing around your bellybutton thinking that you could probably do with one more within your already packed womb.
Please, fill me more. I need it so much. It's so heavyyyyy and you did this me.
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pregmothy · 3 months
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"C'mon, arms up puppy."
I raise my arms. I'm far along and have been complaining about the weight and pressure. My belly was so full of life, and my tits so full of milk; the sheer pressure was getting to me. Kicky babies pound my sides, causing ripples along taut skin. You said you'd give me an inspection. A check-over to see how I'm doing; if the strain is enough, we might have to induce labor.
Another kick forces another sad whine from my throat. I looked pitiful, really. My belly swollen with your litter, veiny and dark. My tits were sore from the milk. Tearful eyes cast down as I pleaded with whatever divine being could hear me for the pups to be out soon. I was big, sore, tired, and overdue.
You paced around me slowly, thoughtfully. Kneeling down, you put cool hands on my overheated skin, making me moan at the slight relief. You rubbed over my belly, fingers tracing skin and stretchmarks. To my dismay, a part of your inspection was pressing on my belly to test the pressure. I groaned as your hand moved all over, pressing on it uncomfortably and rousing the babies.
"There there, pup. I'll be done soon. Just keep those arms up, ok?"
I'm a good puppy, so I let out a huff and bear it. Keeping my arms up, you move to my swollen tits. Your hands, now warmed, grope and squeeze, pinching at my nipples, which bead white at the tips.
"Good... good." you say under your breath. Your eyes stare heavily and intently at my gravid form.
Your hands then wander, down my back, over my legs and thighs, reconvening underneath my swollen stomach at my cunt. You keep one hand on my lower back as the other combs through my bush to reach my wetness. While still not in the most comfortable positions, I can't help but feel aroused at your hands wandering over my sensitive parts. And speaking of sensitivity, I'm very responsive as your hand teases me. Swollen and wet, my arms tremble and falter as your fingers press into me.
Before they can completely lower, your hands leave by cunt. "There you go, puppy. See, that wasn't too bad." you reassure, rubbing my back with your dry hand. "I know it hurts, but you're not ready yet, sweet pup. You're gonna have to wait a little longer."
My eyes tear up, and I break out into a fit of whines. Please, it's so heavy, and I'm so full. I don't think I can take much more. I'm crying and whimpering and getting fussy. You maintain this almost sadistic sense of calm and just rub my back, voice almost condescending now. "Oh, I know, pup, it hurts, doesn't it. Wanna push all those little babies out. But you're gonna have to wait, pup, I know you can handle it. Such a brave puppy." you wipe my tears away. "No more of that now, you'll be fine. Owner knows whats best, after all, remember?"
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hyperpregmacy · 4 months
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Beeg belly :D it was seriously heavy too. I added an extra 37 fl oz of water to the orbeez so that added a good few more pounds
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bellylover026 · 6 months
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Definitely wishing I didn’t go to that donor
I’m only 3 months pregnant and still growing 🥵🫃🏻
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graviditatismasculino · 6 months
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I'm bent over your desk, legs parted, and black boxers around my ankles, my pants having been long since discarded on the floor.
You thrust into my warm inviting cunt, and I let out the most pitiful whines, begging you to breed me.
I need you to fill my womb, fertilize the eggs inside of me. This was your plan all along; Slipping fertility pills into my drinks, convincing me to stop taking my birth control, teasing and edging me until I was crying for more and never letting me cum.
It's how we got here, me begging you to fuck me, fill me with cum, breed me.
We fuck hard and fast, I'm loud, moaning out whorishly for your cum. I need you to fill my womb. And so you do.
My stomach starts swelling not long after. It snaps me out of my after glow quickly and gasp. Your cock hardens again.
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Something I was dreaming about the other day:
I'm a struggling art student and my art teacher offers me a job to model for an art class he does outside of the university. He mentions this class does better with their art when they have a live model, and I would be perfect, just need a "small" change, but I would be paid very well, offering me a number that had more zeros than I had seen my entire life.
Without hesitation, I agreed and then asked what the change was. Thinking it was something small like a haircut. I was told to meet him at an address in a week and he would explain there. I try googling the address but just see what looks like some old warehouse, but whatever the pay makes up for it.
So a week goes by and I drive to this place. Still not concerned because the check has me blind. Much to my surprise when I walk in it's like a whole medical lab is there! The outside is truly just a facade. My art teacher casually explains the people here are developing ways to make various kinks on demand for porn, and porn is art, as well as allowing models to fit certain criteria for more traditional art.
He continues to tell me I will be testing a pregnancy on-demand option, that fills my womb with eggs that house "dolls", that rapidly expand until they are the size of a proper baby. While in this state I would model for painting and make a few spicy artistic films. I was perfect for this because I was already blessed with a curvy body, my boobs already bigger than basketballs, and my ass only a little smaller. My hips were thick and fat, so I just needed that baby bump.
I hesitated only a moment before agreeing, also curious how this would work. I strip down and lay naked on this table while my teacher and this doctor speak, I can't hear but my teacher looks so pleased.
When the doctor is ready, I feel something huge push into my pussy. Stretching me wide until it pushes against my cervix. I was managing to control my moaning, but as soon as I feel the growing pressure of the doctor pushing against my cervix I can't help my cry out in pleasure then I feel something thick and heavy pouring into my womb, filling it so fast I started to bloat looking months pregnant in minutes.
I hear the doctor quietly tell my professor that seems to be enough, but my professor tells him to keep going. That I can handle more. I don't speak up, feeling this full had me seeing stars. Moaning uncontrollably as my womb got fuller and my belly grew. I kept rubbing my swollen middle, cummining on what was ever filling me. I easily looked full term with healthy twins when I heard my professor say good.
I'm panting and heaving from cumming so much. The doctor walks away with my professor to talk while a nurse cleans me up and offers some clothes to wear home as what I wore here won't fit. I feel my breasts feeling full and heavy like my bra was getting too small too.
The nurse hums as and starts removing my top and bra, as if she knew. A hand of hers stroking my seed bloated belly. Almost like she was marveling it. Her hand slipping down to my wet bare pussy. Stroking it gently, teasing me while the pressure in my breasts grew. I don't notice it at first, still in bliss of my womb being full, that my boobs were swelling.
The nurse slides two fingers into my pussy, cooing she is doing a post procedure checkup. I whimper softly as she wiggles her fingers around inside me. I notice how big my boobs are getting when my feel my nipples swell and ache from the growing pressure. The nurse locks her lips and says I'm primed for the coming months, and she's going to happily get my breasts going.
In a dizzying haze of arousal I moan an okay rubbing my swelling boobs. Her lips lock onto a nipple and I cry out deliriously feeling milk leak from my engorged nipple and my pussy walls clenching on her fingers, as I cum again. She suckles on that nipple as she slips another finger in as her thumb works my clit. I can't stop cumming as she finger fucks me and gets both my boobs leaking milk.
When she's satisfied and I'm a mewling mess I am actually cleaned up and given a skin thigh body condition dress to wear home, saying they want me to show off their handy work.
I forget in my daze to ask what my professor and the doctor left to talk about, just blissed out of my head stroking my belly and fondling my massive boobs. Already a size larger.
As the weeks go by my belly swells and my boobs keep filling with milk. My hips getting wider and my ass fatter. I have nine months to go and I am waddling slowly only three months in! I can't stand on my own. After art class my professor loves me to stay so he can rub my growing belly and milk my massive tits before railing me against his desk as beg for it, because this feeling of being this pregnant has my brain in a constant hungry fog of lust.
When it gets close to me not being able to walk, he has me come stay with him. Only five months in, I can't walk anymore, but he says I need a little more time before the art can be made. He wants the best for this class. He takes care of me, spoiling me as he has his way with my helpless form. I love it so much. Feeling the dolls get bigger and bigger.
Time passes but I don't know how long it's been, only that I'm so gigantic my belly and boobs block my vision. The dolls are resting so low my pussy constantly aches to be spread. All I can think about if getting fucked, bigger and birthing these dolls. In a moment of clarity I over hear my professor say I'm almost ready after being pregnant for just over a year!
My brain fogs as my huge swollen nipples start getting milked from the machine I'm hooked up too. When I come too I am somehow in a large room, on display for a group of 10 or so men. My professor smiles at me walking over, rubbing my titanic belly and boobs before cooing it's time and I feel my water break. I moan and whimper feeling those men take turns fucking me and milking me as the massive dolls try to move through my tight birth canal. None of them drawing me like you said.
Hours and hours of pushing and getting my pussy stretched non-stop by these men before one doll crowns. My pussy burns but I love it. I push and push, as it slowly moves out of me. And I swear I hear crying. Then I'm fucked for hours more before the next and again. Each time I swearing I hear a baby, like a real one. More keep coming and I keep pushing and getting fucked and milked. I lose count on how many or how long this went on. I'm panting and mewling when it's over.
My professor telling them if they get more backers he will let me carry more next time. And make sure the babies are fatter too. Just get him more random fertilized eggs, and if someone pays more he will let them have one of my eggs fertilized with their seed.
When he's done negotiating, he walks over to me, dazed and still moaning. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, drinking my milk for a bit before pulling away, "Oh the porn and streams of you I'm going to do, while selling your womb's space. I wonder how far we can go until you're in danger of popping?"
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breedingprincessjackie · 10 months
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Wrote a story for imagineyourpregnant but also wanted to put it here 💋
Imagine your son never stops growing inside you.
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Getting pregnant while already pregnant is unusual. The problem is you’ve been carrying for twenty years now and your unborn son is the father of the new fetus growing inside. 
Before all this craziness, you had eagerly anticipated giving birth. You wanted to feel you're pussy stretching open. You wanted to give life and feel heavy and full with a man's seed. Man after man filled you with cum, and you loved it. You couldn't get enough. It was only a matter of time before you were knocked up. 
You adored growing huge and heavy with child. You loved it so much. Still, it never ended. Your waters never broke no matter how many men frantically fucked you, wailing for mercy as your enormous pregnant belly shook with each thrust. Your legs couldn't be closed anyhow with your womb expanding up and out; might as well use it. 
Your baby stayed safe and warm within your womb. Growing and growing as children tend to do, your skin somehow managed to stretch with it. 
You are pregnant, and it doesn't end. It hasn't ended.  It shouldn't be possible. 
You didn't think it could happen, not now, not to you. 
You can't get any more pregnant. You're skin is stretched thin. You can't see over the massive orb of flesh, that had been you're stomach, anymore. You haven't been able to see your feet for a long while. Touching your clit yourself is out of the question although you want it more than anything. 
Your son simply continued growing in your womb.
Nothing would ignite your labor and you refused a cesarean. There was no need. Nothing was technically wrong aside from the obvious. He remained and grew with the same vigor as your tits, engorged with milk. They sat heavy on top of your belly and bounced with every strong movement from within your womb. 
Your body grew sensitive with pregnancy, and that didn't stop either. 
You are mostly womb at this point. It hangs so heavy on your hips you can't walk for long periods. Medically, you shouldn't be able to walk at all. But you do, and you like standing near your apartment window, gigantic belly pressing against the glass, as men who try to break your water pound into your fat pussy. 
You like the position and feeling their balls slap the underside of your belly. You love feeling their cum drip out of you.
They all try hard. You love their creampies and hands on your belly as they devour your soaked pussy. Still, after a while the parade of men grows tiring. Not one had come close to sending you into labor. 
You have come to enjoy when it was just you and your baby. 
You two are alone often, with your current state, and yet it's probably better that way. 
Lying on your bed, you grip your belly and frantically rub at any skin you can reach. The mountain of flesh ripples and shakes. A rhythm eventually takes to the harsh movements sending ripples across your skin. You're practically moved along with your belly, it's not helped by the unconscious thrusting of your own hips. 
You can't stop, and won't be anytime soon. 
You can't help yourself anymore. 
You moan, "Oooohhhhh Oooooo OH GOD! He's Cumming. I feel ittttt. Oh God, he's cumming inside meeeee!" 
You're relationship with your son was different because of your strange pregnancy.
He grew like any other man and all the hormones that come with it. For 18 years, your baby grew and left your womb an unrecognizeable fertile dome. 
Now, he rubs his erect cock against the walls of his mother' womb, seeking pleasure from the friction. It was, after all, the only home he had ever known. It drives you wild. You feel every thrust. You cum drooling with every pulsing spurt of his cock. 
It takes a few months before you notice. With age, your baby's growth slowed, but it starts up again. Angry veins make maps across your skin.  
You feel more, smaller kicks, against your belly. A Second placenta formed. Your sons seed with nowhere else to go implanted in your already packed womb. There was more than one. 
You never expected to like it as much as you did, but ever since you learned you were even more pregnant your pussy was never empty. You drowned yourself in the pleasure of having any man willing to rub his cock against your belly. They fucked you hard and fast on all fours with your legs lifting off the ground. Huge and immobilized all you can do is scream in frenzied pleasure. 
"I'm gonna pop! I'm so bigggggg! I'm gonna explode! It's so much. It's too much! It's so tight! I'm so FULLLL". FUCK ME HARDER! FILL ME!" 
You feel an erect cock against your navel, from the inside, not out. It sends you into a frenzy of wailing as another man's thick cock pounding in and out sends gushes of your arousal across your thighs. 
You're stomach tightens and rumbles. The mountain of a womb contracts brutally. You ignored it for a while. Your need for your pussy to be filled outweighed logic. You are a balloon about to pop and you don't care. 
"I'M GONNA BURST! MY BELLYS TOO BIG! IM GONNA CUM IM CUMMING! PLEASE, GIVE ME MORE! MOREEEE!"  
One man humps your ass as fast as his hips can thrust. He buries his thick cock deep in your burning hot pussy. Only when his cum spurts out onto your gigantic belly do the men lift your legs open and investigate the tight drum heaving in front of them. 
"Uh…uh ah ah Ahhh AHHHHH GOD ITS HAPPENING! I'M GIVING BIRTH, FINALLY, MY BABY IS COMING OUT!" 
More men cum and one wiped the seed like lotion onto your womb and takes your long swollen navel between his teeth. He sucks, and you whine for more. 
You stretch impossibly wide, but still you drool and moan in ecstacy. You lie in a puddle of you're own fluids, birthing and otherwise, that continues to squirt from you vigorously. Your heavy heaving tits drip milk down your belly in a steady stream. Your child's head shouldn't be able to fit but your skin still stretches until you feel a wet head brushing against the bottom of your ass. It shouldn't be possible to be stretched so wide, and your eyes roll back. 
"MY PUSSY IS SO FULL. I'M CUMMING! MY SON IS COMING OUT! I CANT STOP CUMMING! HE'S SO BIG! AH, AH, AH I'M PUSHING! I'M CUMMING!!!"
When be comes out of you, followed by cum dripping out of your gaping wide pussy, you know you'll be even bigger, much less empty, soon enough.  
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