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inkkaycee · 2 months
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Seems Kaycee's finally accepted her new role, maybe a little... Too much. Seems the limit of her ability to kid herself has been shattered, but a new, much more fun limit is going to be pushed to an absolute extreme.
Ready to see how big she's willing and able to go in her efforts to bring back the dragons? Show this post some love and we'll be seeing some extremes real soon.
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otter-pup · 14 days
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having slow-rapid pregnancy thoughts
we have a fun, rowdy evening, and i fill you up multiple times. we didn’t use protection, but based on the time of month, it’s probably fine.
(spoilers: it’s not)
later that night, after we drift off to sleep, i have a bleary moment of semi-consciousness. i’m spooning you, hand on your tummy, and i can feel just the slightest unexpected resistance. at first i figure it’s just you breathing, but… i could swear there’s just an almost nonexistent stretch, so subtly rounding you out. i grin and pull you closer before drifting off again.
the next morning, you definitely look bloated, but not unnaturally so. you check it out in the mirror (i check you out in the mirror), we get breakfast, and you leave to go about your day.
you keep looking down at your bulging tummy throughout the morning, expecting it to go down, rather than do the opposite. by lunchtime, you start feeling fluttery movements, and you know something’s wrong.
it’s slow enough that no one can SEE you growing, but you very clearly look pregnant when you obviously weren’t the last time your classmates saw you. i’d guess you’re expanding at a rate of a month of gestation every three hours or so, and you’re definitely carrying more than one.
it certainly doesn’t help that your outfit is about as far from obscuring your figure as your wardrobe can get. when you sit down, you can hear seams stretching ominously.
- 🦑
I’ve been keeping track of my cycle for long enough now that i don’t think twice about letting you fill me up, even begging for it, pleading dumbly for you to breed me while im completely drunk on pleasure.
we both like when you keep your hand on my belly after sex, so of course you notice when i start swelling. im already asleep by then, and you don’t mention it in the morning - you just look at me in the mirror while i check the bloating, before we both move on with our days.
the bloating doesn’t go down. im a little self conscious of how tight my shirt is around it, and my jeans are fairly tight, like always, and if i weren’t in classes i would have them unbuttoned by now. I ignore it the best i can. my stomach isn’t upset or anything, if anything im more hungry than usual, so im having lunch when i start feeling flutters inside me.
i finish eating and rush to the bathroom, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling up my shirt — which feels even tighter than it was before — enough to see how obviously swollen I’ve gotten. i rub my hands over my belly a few times, making sure I’m not imagining it. im not.
i can’t do anything until im done with classes for the day. At least, I try to finish classes. i make it through my next one, but my third and final class of the day is interrupted by the seams of my jeans tearing - and not quietly, either. i go bright red and excuse myself, heading straight home after that.
by the time we’re both home, im five, maybe sixth months along, size-wise — though i look well past full term. im surprised my shirt lasted as long as it did, though the seams on that tear during my commute back home.
we have at least another nine hours left. and, past the concern, im indescribably turned on.
it’s not like i can get any more pregnant if we spend the next nine hours breeding, right?
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br33derslvt · 1 year
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how would i breed you? deliberately. carefully watching you, timing your cycles, paying special attention to what makes you cum the fastest and hardest, making sure the proper fertility meds make their way into your diet. and then, when the time is right, i pin you down and make you whimper and scream and orgasm hard, just to make your body all the more receptive when i flood you with my cum. i want to watch as your belly stretches out, struggling to contain all the babies i’ve crammed into you. i want to see how big and overstuffed i can make you in just one go.
I don’t take notice to the fertility pills you’ve been slipping into my drinks, nor the tracking of my cycles. When you pin me down I don’t think much of it, just another round of sex, no harm in that right? You fuck me passionately all night for the course of several weeks, making sure that I orgasm plenty of times before you flood my insides with your cum. I’m fucked far too stupid to protest you cumming inside of me. Over the next couple of months I begin having morning sickness, breast tenderness, and fullness. I try to pass it off as a irregular cycle. You know though, and you watch in amusement as I begin to realize whats going on. My breast fill with milk and my stomach swells beyond average. Just how many babies are in my cramped womb? My body is ruined and it’s all because of you. Strong stretch marks litter across my breast and abdomen, my thighs and hips are fat and cushioned as well. At first I’m upset, but then the hormones kick in and I cant keep my hands off of my enormous stomach. Eventually I’m too big to walk without help, and I’m much too big to relieve my hormone induced arousal. I beg you to fuck me anytime I need relief. You happily oblige, degrading me for being such a slut, and yet praising me for carrying your babies so well. By the end of it all I’ll be crawling back into bed, begging for you to knock me up all over again.
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plumpedxprincess · 11 months
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The Breeding Facility (Part 3)
reader insert | accelerated pregnancy | multiples | rapid hyper preg | alien pregnancy
a/n: this is most self indulgent and last part. definitely borrowed some of these ideas from other stuff i’ve read over the years
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After your last three pregnancies were quadruplets, you were getting tired of the same thing happening. Your body’s growth still was incredible to you, but going home to your little bedroom all alone wasnt feeling like enough anymore.
As you talked with the other pregnant patients in the facility, you started hearing rumors about the men upstairs. At first you assumed they were talking about the owners of the facility, but you soon learned in one of the other wings of the center, there was an upstairs area dedicated to different breeding facilities.
Breeding facilities with men of another species.
The pregnancies were more extreme than anything here, and you were curious. You were greedy, selfish, wanting to know what was happening as well as get in on it.
At your last check up before labor with your current set of twins (a change of pace to make sure your body was still doing well), you asked your doctor about it.
“Oh, yes, there is a separate breeding facility for a different project. We are helping produce population for an alien species.” Dr. Ambrosia says, looking over your paperwork, “Honestly, hun, with your history, you would be a perfect candidate.”
After expressing your interest, she goes on, “Instead of being inseminated artificially, you will have sex with one of our volunteers. You get put up in an apartment home for the next few weeks and stay with him. Since the pregnancy is different from humans, there are some changes.”
Your doctor tells you about how these pregnancies last a little longer even while accelerated, and that the side effects are different. That’s why you stay with the father.
You sign some paper work and not even three days after you give birth, you are whisked away to the second floor.
Your new home is lovely, a studio with a small kitchen with a stocked pantry, a living and dining room, and a bed in the far corner.
You are only standing in the room for three minutes before a man enters. He is tall, broad, and his skin gives off a purple hue. He smiles at you before walking toward you.
His handsome features captivate you, making it easy when you realize he’s the one you’ll be having sex with. It’s not long before you are on all fours on the bed, completely naked as he plows into you.
His dick is quite large and when he comes, he releases more than you anticipated, leaving you bloated with cum.
You fall asleep soon after than, but wake to your hunger. Not only for food but also for him.
You break open the snack pantry, devouring three sleeves of cookies and crackers in less than five minutes. When you finally pause, you look down to see your stomach has swelled to look six months large already. Your belly isn’t as firm as it normally is, it’s a little softer, and you rub your hands over it excitedly.
“Do you feel it?” a voice calls behind you.
You turn around to see the man.
“Do you feel hungry for food and hungry for more seed?”
You find yourself nodding at him. He smiles and as he fucks you across the dining table he whispers in your ear the fact that he got you more pregnant.
Was it possible that this species could impregnate the same person more than once at a time? You came to the idea that you would be absolutely massive in just a few days.
And massive you were. Not even six more rounds of sex and you were barely able to walk. You were sprawled out on the couch presently, as your man fed you dinner.
When he wasn’t feeding you, he was fucking you. It was a lovely time. He took great care of you.
The best part was the companionship, the belly rubs, the food, the help getting up out of a chair.
With all the fucking you were doing, you had to keep eating. Every time he fucked you, a new baby was added. Along with the growth spurts from the already present babies, you were getting large quite fast.
Your belly was past your knees in just a few days. You couldn’t see your feet. Your arms had to rest on your belly with how wide you were. All you wore was a skimpy tank top that barely covered the swell of your breasts.
Your man constantly rubbed your belly. You found that when he mumbled something near your navel, your belly started to swell even more. You wondered when you would ever stop growing. You didn’t mind though.
A doctor came to visit on the fourth day, after countless fucks and more food than you had ever eaten in your past pregnancies combined. You were seated up right in the bed, where you hadn’t been able to move from since this morning.
Your doctor said you looked good though, and that once the very first baby implanted was ready for labor the rest would follow shortly after. She said it could still be a few days or even a week.
You moaned as you ran your hands over the swell of your belly. It was gargantuan. You couldn’t see the TV anymore. You could only see belly.
You moved your hands to your breasts which were more sensitive than ever. You were hornier than you had ever been.
As if senses your needs, you felt a pair of hands descend on your belly, rubbing in big circles. The man you had once described as a giant was now looking small in comparison to you.
“Are you hungry for more?” he asks.
“I just ate 10 minutes ago?” you ask back confused.
“no,” he says, “hungry for more of this.”
he mumbles against your skin and you feel a flutter of kicks, hearing a gurgle of motion as your belly expands even more.
You moan at the sensation, horny as ever by your expanding body, and he slides his cock into you.
When the expansion finally stops, he comes, dumbing another round of cum, another child into your already colossal dome of a belly.
“I can’t move,” you mumble later as he feeds you more food to feed your young.
“You don’t need to move, only grow.”
This is an insanely crazy mess you’ve gotten yourself into, but you can’t seem to mind.
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It’s officially been a week, with no sign of stopping. The bed you are resting on must be made of extreme materials, because you now fill most of it, and your partner has to sleep on the couch.
Despite your massive size, he still fucks you, still mumbles his expansive words on you, still feeds you like there is no tomorrow.
With all the kicking and constant motion within your belly, you want them out. You miss going for walks outside. You miss when your tits werent taking up most of your vision.
You miss not being horny constantly. It was fine with the other pregnancies but with how large you’ve become you feel nothing but the need of release.
Your man is preparing food in the small kitchen, and you can barely see him around the large dome of your belly. You are seated half propped up in bed, which is the only comfortable way you’ve been able to lay these past few days.
You’re debating asking him to fuck you after he feeds you. Part of you wants it extremely badly. The other part of you isn’t sure how much bigger you can handle being. If you’re this horny at this size how much worse will it get before you finally go into labor?
As you see him finish up in the kitchen, you stroke the sides of your massively inflated midsection. You haven’t seen your belly button in days, let alone be able to touch it.
When you see him start to walk towards you, you feel it. Not labor, no, but another growth spurt. Oh god.
You aren’t sure how it’s possible for you to get any bigger, but you do, as you frantically rub your hands in circles around your belly. Whenever there’s a growth spurt, the babies inside of you get riled up, causing something along the lines between pain and pleasure.
Your man sees this, and sets down the plate next to you and plants his hands on your belly too. His eyes are filled with hunger but you aren’t even sure he will be able to reach your core to do anything about it. He’s filled you up so much. To the absolute max.
You’re immobile, completely owned by this man at this point. at his will.
You wondered how much longer you could last.
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fleshkink · 7 months
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It's spooky season, how come I don't see any monster preg stories?? Like someone massively pregnant with a litter of werewolf pups and their breasts huge and engorged with milk to feed their little pups??? Or someone taken in a UFO to be part of a breeding program to save an alien race?? Or a vampire giving birth to the child of a victim they got a little too frisky with before killing them??? Tis the season!
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master-of-poultry · 2 months
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Give me a Ninjago character and I will assign them a chicken. Without mercy.
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michelle-queendom · 2 months
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It is time to lives your life, don’t be shy, dm me so I can start with you
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inkkaycee · 1 month
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Trying stuff with camera angles, not sure how I feel about the outcome…
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br33derslvt · 11 months
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(mating press anon here)
Oh I'd stick around. Id watch as you grow and swell with my baby. Making sure to keep you fucked senseless the whole pregnancy. Even doing so as you enter labor.
"please i need to push!" You'd cry out. But the only makes me switch holes as i start pounding your ass.
My libido would be so horribly high during the whole pregnancy, it’s only natural that you would have to keep me well fucked and satisfied.
As I enter labor, the overwhelming need to push is unbearable. I beg you to stop fucking me so I can push your babies out of my dilating boycunt, but you would only switch to my ass, the pressure is way too much as I begin orgasming, perhaps it may make my birthing more pleasurable? Maybe it’s not so bad…..
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bette-lynn · 4 months
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🪴🍇🌈🧿🌟💚🌷💖🧁
Mid-20s / F / USA / Bi / BBW
💖🌟🍇🧁💚🧿🪴🌈🌷
On a journey of self-discovery! Working to accept and celebrate my natural femininity and become a curvy, well-bred momma.
I am a cis/AFAB woman who used to identify as a transmasc lesbian. Briefly being on HRT (testosterone for a year) helped lead me back to loving my feminine body, better understanding my sexuality, and figuring out the life I’m meant to live, so I’m glad to have tried it. I love my trans and lesbian siblings & will always advocate for their rights!
This will be a kink blog FYI. I’ll try to tag things but I’m ✨ just a girl ✨ and may only remember to tag original posts.
I LOVE: older men, age gap relationships, traditional gender roles, breeding/impregnation, lactation, BBWs, weight gain, domesticity, forced feminization, patriarchy, misogyny, feminization, genderplay, Stepfordization, domestic servitude, forced detransition, forced heterosexuality, and dykebreaking.
Being sooooooo serious when I say there’s no point in messaging me if you’re under 30. I am only interested in older partners.
I’m on here to have fun and am only interested in seriously pursuing local, in-person relationships. We can flirt, but do not be disrespecting me by asking for photos or commitment or whatever when you know full well you aren’t ready to support a fat wife and big family.
🚫 Don’t be underage, a terf, a racist, or a fascist 🚫
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yam-bunny029 · 15 days
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I wish this was me the moment I could breed. Small litters at first, only getting this big. My breeder/spouse, cooing how cute I look, and this life suits me better than education. Taking care of me and calling me their princess while fucking and breeding me like livestock.
Always showing me off, and always filling me up to ensure we have the biggest family out of everyone, and you only need one wife to do it.
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inkkaycee · 2 months
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I'm starting to think Kaycee might be enjoying this too much. The eggs are ready to come, heck one managed to sneak out while she was um... Distracted. Yet, the moment she realized she was losing them she started to hold them in... If she keeps this up she might night be able to lay them before yet another clutch starts to grow...
But if she manages to do that is up to you! This post is the start of a special sub drive for Kaycee here. For this post and potentially future posts going forwards if you guys can get the full goal in reblogs on Tumblr and comments on FurAffinity within the first 24 hours, the next post WON'T be the last! You heard that, right! If you can destroy the goal with comments and reblogs the next post will show Kaycee pushing her limits to the EXTREME as she refuses to lay this massive clutch of eggs!
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duskythesomething · 3 months
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i wish sauriums were more popular :( i love breeding them but not a single one sells even for under 2k
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bimboboybrains · 1 day
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NEW BIMBO!
Hii! >:3, I'm CC, like, I'm totally trying to be a bimbo! I'm trying to become one, I'm doing, like, waist training, and plumping lip gloss! It's totally my favorite flavor, I hope I can lick it off your cock later ROFL!
Totally feel free to slide into my asks or messages ;P, my big titties can't milk themselves.
What I'm into:
Bimbo hypnosis
Dumbification
Breeding
Pregnancy
CNC
Hyper-preg
Milking
Hu-cow
Exhibitionism
Public spaces
Free use
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