Anna could feel it. The fertility drugs were sending her ovaries into overdrive. She laid her hand over her flat belly as she felt her womb beginning to fill with her eggs. This was her honeymoon present for her husband. Early in their relationship, he had confessed that he had a pregnancy fetish and that he'd always wanted a big family. Anna had promised him that if he married her, she'd make his dream come true. Now, here she was, her womb filled to the brim with fertile eggs as her husband moved between her legs. Over the course of the next 48 hours, Anna lost count of how many loads he pumped into her fertile womb. Something about having sex with the intent of becoming hugely pregnant made Anna cum so hard that she nearly blacked out every time her husband planted his seed in her womb.
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THREE MONTHS LATER
Anna had become huge. At just three months along, she could easily be confused for a woman overdue with twins. At the point when the average pregnancy was just starting to show, Anna looked ready to pop. She had no idea how many babies her husband had filled her with, but she did know that she wanted more. This had started as a gift for her husband, a fulfillment of his fantasies, but she had inadvertently unlocked a fetish of her own. She had discovered that she loved being bred. It felt so sexy to be used to grow her husband's children. To be so thoroughly claimed by him that even a casual observer could tell that she was his, inside and out. To surrender her body to its most basic, primal purpose: growing babies. With each passing day, she felt her body changing to fulfill that purpose. Her breasts grew bigger and heavier, her hips widened, and her body became softer and rounder. It was heavenly.
"Honey," She cooed, rubbing the swollen curve of her womb. "I want you to make me a promise. I want you to promise to keep me full of your beautiful babies forever. I want you to keep me as your personal baby factory."
She leaned forward and took his member in her mouth. As she did, she threw back a corner of the blanket, revealing three empty bottles of fertility drugs and a note that read, "Make me more pregnant!".
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It had only been a few days since your partner left for their business trip, but you were already going stir crazy. You were spending the whole day tempering your ravenous, insatiable libido. Every inch of you boiled. Toys refused to satisfy.
Climbing into the shower, it was hard not to be turned on just looking at yourself. Your erect nipples, idle playthings for your horny mind. Minutes in and all that work cleaning yourself would be undone. So you'd rinse and repeat.
In your room you found your partner's favourite set of lingerie: a matching set of black, lacey panties and a bra. It had only been a few days since you last wore them, but you could already feel yourself spill out more than usual. What were once large, but perky tits were now heavy hanging breasts that sat snug, snugger than usual, in that delicate fabric.
Nights turned to days as you roamed your house alone. But it wasn't long before your concerns were vindicated. Your breasts had gotten larger. In fact, they continued to grow. Veins pushed their way to the surface as the skin around your tits stretched thinner.
But it wasn't the only thing growing.
You honestly thought it was just bloat. Anxious that a few days of unaccompanied eating and wanking had you gaining weight, your belly surged forward from where you were used to. But after two weeks and the bloat refusing to pass, you knew more was going on.
Throwing on a sports bra, you tried to hide your growing tits and belly. A grey, oversized tracksuit followed over and with a pair of sunglasses the look was complete as you venture out into the world to find some clarity.
You arrived at a pharmacy. The woman at the counter greeted you as you walked in. You smiled politely but bit your lip as you saw her. She was short, a little shorter than you, chunky with a black bob. Thick in all the right ways.
Terrified, you tried to hide your arrousal and your belly.
You smiled back and asked "Can i get a pregnancy test?" your words fell away as your mumble through the last of your sentence.
"I'm sorry, i didn't quite catch that." She said with a smile that said 'i heard you but I want to make you say it out loud.'
Your face was bright red. The woman behind the counter carelessly looking you over like a piece of meat. "A pregnancy test. I need one." You conceed, pointing past her to the display behind the counter.
"Oh, I'm sorry miss." She snarked, reaching back to grab one, "I didn't think someone so far along would needs that."
Your face and pussy burnt. "H-how dare you!" You half moan at her, looking around to see if anyone had heard. You were both alone.
But before you could break into a full tyrade, you looked down at yourself for the first time since you stepped into the store. You had grown since the drive here. And you were huge. The sweat shirt did nothing to hide your size, the front pulled taught by the size of your growing belly.
You cried, "Oh my god!" Before running... well, waddling to the bathroom. You tripped and stumbled as you adjusted to your new centre of gravity. You locked the door behind you and peeled back your slowly shrinking sweat shirt.
You looked full term. 9 months pregnant. Your belly button had popped. Your ass had widened, and your belly grew so naturally from your plump form you wondered how you had ever looked without it.
As you raised your shirt to reveal yourself your hand brushed against your breasts. Its swollen flesh threatened to spill out and over your tight sports bra. You carefully pulled the bra up and over, careful not to put too much pressure on your very sore breasts. Regardless, each nipple slowly trickled beads of milk down your body.
Your pussy craved satisfaction. It ate at you, filling your mind with fog. You were one part petrified, but 9 parts severely turned on. And what little scared you onlu turnes you on more. What if someone caught you?
With a hand you slid up and squeezes one of your engorged breasts. Milk splattered across the mirror. You moaned as you watched your reflection play with herself.
But a knock at the door brought you crashing back to earth. "Ma'am?" The clerk called from behind the door.
"Y-yeah?" Your voice hinted at the pleasure you're so desperate to return to.
"I hate to bother you. But that stall is for paying customers only. And, like I said. I dont think you need this test."
"I can't come out right now." You said back.
"Do you need help?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
You hesitsted for a moment.
"Can you get some oil, some napkins and a clean shirt? I'll pay for them!"
You could hear her voice catch at the strangle request. "O-Okay?"
Eventually she returned. You unlocked the door a crack and let her pass the items through. But in the corner of your eye, in the reflection of the window, you see her face looking back. She saw you, tits, belly and all. Her face turned bright red as she slams the backroom door shut.
Flustered your deslerately scramble to clean yourself up. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." You hurridly cry.
Her voice turned into a long and uncertain "uuuhhhhh" as she tried to find the words to describe how she's feeling. "The ummm. The bathroom is kinda gross. Did yo-did you want to use the staff room?" She finally utters. "Its just me here. Perfectly safe."
You sigh. Tired, hungry and heavy, and in desperste need of being milked, you agree. Slipping the white shirt she gave you on, you couldn't deny it left little to the imagination.
Quickly you open the door and slip awkwardly through the pharmacy. Your belly and tits swinging as you do. The wet stains around your nipples getting larger, revealing your dark areolas underneath. After what felt like an eternity of exposure you cross the threshold and slip into the backroom of the store. The clerk quickly closing in behind.
She pulls up a large office chair and gestures you to sit down. You happil oblige, resting your monsterous belly on your lap and your leaking breasts on your belly. The sigh of relief came involentarily as you thank her.
Her smile turned from carring to ceniving as she locks the door behind her. "Now we're alone, I need you to take that top off."
"E-excuse m-me?"
The pharmacist drops down to her knees and begins kissing your enormous belly. "Big girl, you're going nowhere like this. I heard the noises you made. And i know you think i'm cute. Come on." She says, lifting your struggling shirt and sweezing oil into her hands. "Be a good girl for me."
You couldn't help but yelp at her touch, but something about her stern stare made you melt. Between your partner being gone and your sudden pregnancy, you were keen for something certain. Your body relaxed as she went.
She lifted your shirt off completely and exposed your collosal breasts. Rounded, swolen with milk, yet so large they flopped to either side of your mamoth belly. Pinned beneath it, stuck in this chair, the pharmacist had her way with you.
She dragged a tongue up your belly, around your breasts, lapping up stray milk. She sent shivered down your spine. Thrulls of pleasure followed too as she latched onto your swolen nipple. She sucked. Your nipples, raw and wanting, felt a wash of instant relief as you felt your warm milk release from its prison.
Your stray hand reached low, past your belly, in search of your pussy. You were dripping wet. You dove deep into yourself to lube up your finger and began rubbing your clit. You moaned as the gorgeous woman sucked away at your breasts, still rubbing lotion on your belly.
You quickly fell into the pit of pleasure. Your pace was steady and you begged her to keep going. With your other hand you took hold of your spare and swollen tit and squeezed. A yelp jumped from your lips. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your sprayed milk across the back room.
It wasn't long before the pleasure built to a breaking point. You tried to hunch forward but your belly got in the way. You let go of your tit and gripped the desk beside you as hard as you could as you reach climax.
For the first time in weeks you finally felt satisfied. Panting and sweating you look over at your new friend with a greatful smile. She returns the feeling.
But as you stand to leave your legs give out. Not just regular jelly legs, you look down and realise you've only gotten larger. Your belly stretches out to your knees, and your breasts fall down by your side. You can see them swelling with fresh milk. Your thighs have grown and your fat ass is stuck in the chair.
You look up helplessly at the pharmacist as she kneels down between your legs and vanished behind your belly.
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My jaw dropped at the sight of you in front of me. Never in a million years did I think you'd be here at this wedding and waddling with a cute little belly to boot! It was only fitting, though. We met at a wedding a few months ago after we were both seated at the singles table, and we had a night full of passion and mind-blowing sex. After everything we did to each other, it was no surprise that we were both sporting swollen belly bumps now.
Except... we didn't exchange any phone numbers or social media. So, when I turned up heavily pregnant from our night of love, I had no way to tell you. But now that you were standing in front of me, it's clear you had the same predicament. Our bellies kissed through our clothes, and I cooed over how cute you looked while your hands rubbed the sides of my gravidly swollen middle that stuck out beneath my equally swollen chest.
It took everything in me to hold back a moan. We were both seated at the singles table again, telling us both that we were definitely the ones to blame for the way the other one waddled. "You look so pretty..." I whispered as we sat next to each other, and my hand slowly slid up your thigh to rub at your belly. I could tell that my touch had an effect on you already, and it only made my thighs press closer together. Or, it made them try to press together, being stopped by the belly that rested between them.
"I missed you." You whispered back with the sweetest look on your face that sent shivers up my spine. "I missed you too." I smiled and kept rubbing your belly, noticing that it was smaller than mine. "It looks like you have some catching up to do. How about we go back to my hotel room again? And I'll make you as pregnant as you made me~?" For emphasis, I leaned back in my chair as my belly jutted out, showing off just how knocked up you made me that first night.
"And maybe you can put a few more in me too, and then I'll really have my work cut out for me making you catch up!"
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Staying at home was hard to manage when I was so used to being on the go and constantly doing something. But, with the twins you put inside of me growing so fast, it was harder to get around and do as much as I wanted. At month 6, my waddle was already wide and slow. Meaning I was nearly on house arrest unless I wanted to huff and groan my way through Target, which did sound alluring, but I did that yesterday was still exhausted from it.
So, I did the next best thing: bothered you while you were at work! I waddled my way into the bathroom and moaned when I rested my swollen belly on the counter. The relief felt nice, I almost wished I had a counter to rest my belly on everywhere! One of the babies kicked and I rubbed over the spot to try and calm them down before I snapped a picture.
👑: For every hour you're not home, I'm taking off a piece of clothing and sending another picture. 😘
I pressed send and glanced at the clock. You had only started work an hour ago, and I knew you'd try and stay as long as you could, only making my game even more interesting to see how long you'd last. Would I even get down to my bra? Or would I be completely naked and doggy style in the picture before you broke?
How long would you make me wait~?
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