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Something about a lanky guy getting pregnant is so good. He would start showing so quickly and by the fourth month it is clear to everyone that his body was not made for this. His once narrow hips hurt from being forced apart to support his belly and eventually pass the baby.

omg yes I love tall lanky guys who's tummy grows far too big for his skinny body. The image of this poor guy, struggling to move around with such big belly, too heavy to carry so he has to be on bed rest even though he's not even that far into his pregnancy

#oscar....

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This fictional man has a dick TO YOU. i know he has a pussy

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domestic things again because i'm still craving it

walking around the kitchen cooking, a hand placed on your belly as you go 🥺

sitting on the couch taking videos of your bump because the baby is doing some wicked summersaults 🥺

falling asleep on the couch and waking up to your partner kissing your forehead, their hand that was rubbing your belly getting kicked as the baby wakes up too 🥺😭

going out for walks to find one day that your gait has changed so you're now waddling. you feel like a duck, which you don't think is attractive, but your partner calls you "the cutest round duck on the block" and you feel so much better 😭😭😭😭

watching your partner throughout the pregnancy to see how they go from loving just you to loving the little wiggly babe cooking in your womb in such a short time

the sweetest presents you are given by your partner randomly—flowers, candy, your favorite food, maybe even jewelry if you like that stuff—just because. "you're carrying my baby i want to shower you with gifts because you have made my life even greater"

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marco huge naturals :)

#mpreg #omegaverse #belly kink art #warandpleasure #marco #catrina

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fantasy au.... mat get turned into breedable short stack gobbo. how? idk!

#tf art #belly kink #mpreg #my art #mat

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oscar dump

#mpreg #belly kink #omegaverse #my art #warandpleasure #oscar

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its SO hot when someones too knocked up to effectively sit at a desk / do something at a table or counter or something and they have to reach around their hugely pregnant belly

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thinking of a person who loves doing trendy dances on Social Media App, and keeps doing them even as their belly starts poking out from their tops, rounding out and getting more and more gravid and difficult to dance with. their shirt rides up more and more with each video, they end each dance out of breath, and finally they reach the point where their belly is just so big that they can’t make it through a single take without its ponderous weight throwing off their balance and making them stumble.

#ohhh.... mags...

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yeah a belly in a long loose dress that is just barely showing it’s roundness, or is concealing a large bump but with little actual definition until the person places their hands on their belly and holds it so you can really see the size…

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Inspection

“Steady, my darling,” I say, my warm hand settling on your pudgy hip to steady you as we stand in front of the mirror, you in front of me, my body pressed up against your back. Your low groan brings a smirk to my lips and I rest my chin on your shoulder, my free hand roaming the opposite hip, pressing into the soft layer of fat and giving it a squeeze.

“Sorry,” you say with a labored breath. “I’m so fucking full, baby. Hard to stand up at all.”

“I know.” My smile grows as I meet your eyes in the mirror. “That’s the point.” You roll your eyes before returning my gaze. I notice a flush on your cheeks and I laugh.

“Embarrassed?” I ask, voice playful. “How weird, when you were only just begging me to do this after eating everything in sight.” I see your cock twitch in your boxers, straining further against the fabric, and I try to keep my composure - something that gets harder every time we do this.

“And?” You’re almost pouting now, your hands resting gingerly on your swollen gut. You don’t have a rebuttal, as we both know it’s true.

I let it slide, instead much more interested in the image in the mirror. My gaze shifts darker as I take in your gluttonous form, my practiced hands sliding down your sides to grab handfuls of your overhang.

“Fuck, baby,” you groan as I jostle your stomach.

I hum in agreement. I’m sure you can feel my heart thudding behind you and my own face heats up despite my efforts to stay cool. “So full,” I murmur, pressing down ever so gently into the top of your taught stomach. “I love inspecting my handiwork. Do you think you’ve gotten bigger?”

You nod, a soft belch coming up at all the movement.

“Where?” I ask. I pinch a soft lovehandle. “Here? Or maybe…here?” My other hand moves to squeeze your plump chest. You moan again and lean back into me.

“What do you think, baby?” I ask again. I bring a hand back around behind you and grab a handful of your ass, squeezing there too before letting go with a light smack.

“I don’t…um,” you gasp as my hands continue to roam your body, jiggling and squeezing your most delicious parts, stopping only to soothe your stuffed gut, still so firm from everything I fed you. I meet your gaze in the mirror again and I can see the need plain as day on your face. I’m sure you can see it on mine, too.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe. I’m frozen my mouth is dry; I’ve realized with a jolt of arousal that I can’t reach your dick standing behind you anymore. I turn you around and back you up against the wall, taking care not to put too much pressure on your stomach. One hand reaches down to brush your bulge while the other pulls you in for a deep kiss. You moan, pressing your hips into my hand and gripping my waist for support.

I pull away and lean close to your ear. “Get on the bed, my love.”

I don’t need to tell you twice.

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omg ok another thing that turns me on a lot– the way boys stand/look when they’re just too full. the way their belly is so full it arches their back a little… there’s no way he could ever hide or suck in his tummy in this state, and he has to awkwardly shift his weight trying to ease the painful cramps/pressure. he might struggle to keep his hands off of his stuffed belly. beneath his clothes, his stomach juts out from beneath his ribs and curves down into his pelvic area, swollen and tight. the waistband of his pants has probably been pushed down or unbuttoned to accommodate such a big swollen stomach. his breaths might be slightly more labored, he’s slow and sleepy, and he has a warm blush across his cute face… ugh so prettyyyy

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okayyy but tummies after drinking a lil too much on a night out,,

when they're tipsy enough that they either don't realize or don't care that their tightly bloated tummy is straining against their waistband or dress, visibly plumped into a gentle roundness, heavy and firm from their indulgences. tiny burps and hiccups coming up every few minutes without any shame. loosening their belt and occasionally giving their belly a little rub to ease the tightness from the drink's bubbles building up :3

too drunk to have any shame when asking you to rub their belly - they let out undignified lil burps and small moans at the release, and press your hand closer to their painful tummy in a search for more pressure ~ not to mention drunk munchies, messily eating up all of their junk food a little too fast. wiping their mouth and wincing when they try to move and realise just how full and burpy they are ^_^

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You’re laying in bed, your lover’s arms wrapped around you. Hmmm, they say, patting your tummy. Is there a little more here than there was this morning?

C’mon, you say, everyone gets a little bigger during the day from eating and drinking. Oh really, they reply. Tell me what you ate.

Well, I started off with a bagel, you say, thinking about it. I asked for double cream cheese, the way I like it, you know? Oh, I know, they say as they continue to massage your pooch.

When I got to work, I found out that a vendor had sent us doughnuts from that fancy new place, so I ate a few of those. A few? they tease, giving your plump belly a little squeeze. Maybe three, you admit. You know I can’t resist a good doughnut.

Uh huh, they say. What about lunch? Oh, all I had was a couple slices of pizza. I was still a little hungry, but we were so busy. Luckily, it was someone’s birthday, so I had some cake later to tide me over until I got home and had a couple of bowls of that delicious tortellini you made.

They laugh and play with your chubby belly some more. You do realize that all you ate today were carbs, right? So now you’ve got this carb belly. They roll over so they can straddle you and start kissing your tummy. Yes, they moan. You’ve got a round, bloated belly full of all those carbs, they say, running their hands all over you. You stretch out like a cat, feeling fat and content. You hadn’t even mentioned all the ice cream and cookies you had for dessert.

They lean towards you and whisper in your ear. “It’s very sexy.”

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something so precious about a sweet boy not being able to suck in their belly anymore. they’re just too stuffed after a big meal, sated and happy but a little embarrassed about how much their tummy sticks out, how heavy it rests in their lap.

and if you tease them, poking an accusatory finger into their pudgy stomach, they can try valiantly to suck it in and feign innocence, but the fat little mound of their belly barely budges, they’re just too full to hide how big their appetite is and how chubby they’re getting because of it.

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Something about the combination of feedism and breeding kink is so unbelievably hot to me. Not only am I going to make sure I put a baby in you, I'm also going to make sure that you pile on every pound of baby weight that you possibly can. You lay on the bed and beg to be bred, and after you get filled up, you get doted on and absolutely stuffed with food too. People are going to stare and wonder exactly how you're fattening up this much. You'll be growing from carrying our baby, but you'll also be growing from just what a greedy fatty you are. You have to keep your energy up after all, being knocked up like that 💞

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I don't know if you're into burping, but I find it's really hot when incorporated into illness. Eden is a soft, delicate guy it seems, but I would very much love to see him out of commission with a gassy, bloated belly, suffering some brutal indigestion, while boyfriend Jude gives him belly rubs to get the trapped air out :p

Anonymous said: Oh my gosh I need something about eden and chewing gum now! It’s too adorable!!!!

A/N: So this has taken an actual frickin’ age to actually get to posting, but here is something, finally.. I hope you enjoy…

Eden felt like a brick had settled in his gut as he tried to make himself comfortable in the auditorium seating for his lecture. Eppie wasn’t at today’s lecture as she was away to London to have a special appointment with the gender consultant. Eden squashed himself in, thinking that they never provided seating for people with as long legs as him. Symbiosis was his least favourite of this semester - he generally had to force himself to stay awake by taking notes, but today his pen had made twenty-one dots along the top of his page and nothing else.

He’d had to wolf down his cheese sandwich at lunch, as he only had fifteen minutes between his tutorial and this lecture and now he could feel it glugging away in his stomach, trying its best to digest. He shifted a little - not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to himself, yet not feeling at all comfortable in any position.

There was a burning in his chest, which he put down to indigestion from eating too quickly, but his jeans waistband was beginning to feel like it was digging into his stomach. As he put his hand to readjust it, he could feel a slight bulge of his stomach. He put it down to the speed of eating, and hoped it would go away during the lecture.

But the discomfort only grew, and he found it increasingly difficult to concentrate as a bubbly sensation travelled the length of his chest and abdomen. He couldn’t help but squirm around as he felt his face growing warmer from the embarrassment. His gut had let out a few wailing grumbles, and though he wasn’t sitting directly next to anyone, he knew it was loud enough for others to hear. He clamped his hand to his stomach, hoping that it might muffle the sound, but all that had happened was a bubble of air pushed up his throat and he had to swallow fast to avoid burping in public. He removed his hand, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one even batted an eyelid.

By the time his class ended, he’d felt like someone had inserted a beach ball into his stomach and slowly pumped it up so it was full of air. He’d bitten back the urge to burp, feeling his cheeks go pink every time his gut let out another gurgle. He shoved his notepad into his backpack, but as he stood up, the painful brick-like weight returned to his stomach. He clutched his hands to his stomach momentarily, then remembered everyone could see him so removed them; the burn in his upper chest intensified and he blinked as his eyes watered.

He just had to get home - then he could have some water and try to get his stomach to settle. Once he was out of the lecture hall and into the street, his hand instinctively moved to his stomach again; he generally stooped a little when he walked, but now he felt like he was almost bent double.

He clung to the bannister as he climbed up to his flat; he felt lethargic now - like that short walk had really taken it out of him.

“Afternoon!” Jude’s voice came bounding from the living room, followed by his enthusiastic self, but he stopped when he saw Eden’s face. “What’s wrong?” He asked suddenly.

Generally Eden was pretty stoical - he’d shrug things off in the hope that it’d get better, but he felt so sluggish and uncomfortable that he really couldn’t hide it.

“My tummy’s really hurting,” he moaned, still feeling like he was bent really far forward.

“Oh no!” He said, looking worried; he’d crossed to where Eden was standing and wrapped his arm around him. “Why don’t you come sit down? I’ll make you some tea.”

“Okay,” Eden allowed himself to be led through to their sitting room; he shrugged off his backpack, then perched on the edge of the sofa, the weight of the bloat of his stomach feeling more apparent.

Jude brought through two cups of tea - he’d clearly been making one for himself anyway, and he sat next to Eden, worry still obvious on his face.

“When you say your tummy is hurting, what do you mean?” Jude asked as Eden leant back, still holding on to his abdomen. “Do you feel sick?”

“Not - not really,” Eden replied, trying to think of how to explain what he was feeling. “My - I feel all bloated, like…” Eden stopped himself, feeling his cheeks going a bit pink - he didn’t really want to admit that he needed to burp to Jude.

“Like what?” Jude questioned further, watching Eden closely.

“Bubbly and funny,” Eden said, waving his hands over the area of his abdomen. “I think I maybe ate too fast, or something.”

“Do you want a tummy rub?” Jude suggested. “You know how much that helps me.”

“Yeah,” Eden mumbled, he wasn’t entirely sure, but anything would be better than the discomfort he felt at the moment. “I’ll give it a try.”

“Just come, lean back in to me,” he advised, moving so Eden could sit with his back resting against Jude’s front. It was odd, as normally Jude was the one that fit into Eden - as Eden was so much taller, but now their roles were reversed. “That’s it.” Jude wrapped his arms around Eden’s waist, slipping his hand underneath Eden’s t-shirt. “Oh goodness Eden!” Jude said, shocked; pulling up Eden’s t-shirt further to reveal the bulge. “You’re really bloated!”

“I know,” Eden muttered, a little embarrassed, but the warmth and gentleness of Jude’s hand was really nice.

“Are you sure you’re not feeling sick?” He asked cautiously.

“No,” Eden said firmly. “I’m just uncomfortable.”

“Alright,” he answered, “lean back.” Eden rested back, the warmth of Jude’s hand on his stomach was soothing; and he rubbed small circles around Eden’s belly button, Eden began to relax a bit.

“Hmmm…” Eden closed his eyes.

“Is that okay?” Jude whispered slowly.

“Yeah, I-” Eden stopped abruptly as he felt the beginnings of a burp and closed his mouth to swallow it back. “It’s nice.”

“Good,” Jude agreed, continuing to rub his hand round Eden’s stomach, and everytime Eden felt air dislodging, he swallowed hard - but this only seemed to further upset his stomach. It began to whine and grumble, becoming more audible.

“Your tummy is really not sounding happy Ede,” Jude said concerned.

“Mmm…” Eden agreed, putting his own hand to his stomach; his face burning even more. He was going to have to tell Jude the truth. “I feel like… Like I need to belch,” Eden admitted, burying his head into his hands in embarrassment; but to his surprise, Jude burst out laughing. Eden swivelled round to look at him, feeling his stomach gurgle as he did so. “What?”

“Oh Ede!” Jude was having a hard time stopping laughing, and he swiped tears away from his eyes as Eden scowled at him. “Belch!” He muttered, then ran his hand up and down Eden’s spine.

“Don’t!” Eden pouted. “I don’t like it!”

“I know…” Jude nodded. “Here, it’s only natural Ede! Sometimes you just need to let the air out.”

“Yeah, but, I find it difficult!” Eden protested. “I was always taught it was rude…”

Jude bristled slightly at this - his whole family were burpy people, they just couldn’t help it. “It’s rude in the wrong situations… But if you’re holding it in and it’s making you feel uncomfortable, then it’s not.”

“Hmmm…” Eden didn’t look too convinced.

“And you’re with me Ede!” Jude insisted. “How many times have you rubbed my belly to help me burp?”

“Quite a few,” Eden agreed sheepishly.

“Then let me return the favour,” he said, “and I guarantee you’ll feel better when the air is out.”

“Mmm…” Eden bit his lip, then finally he sighed. “Fine.”

“Sit up really straight,” Jude told him, Eden did as he was told, still holding at his tummy a little protectively. “Open your mouth really wide, and push your diaphragm.”

“….” Eden tried, his mouth hanging open, he squeezed his eyes shut. “Nope, it’s not working.” He shook his head after a few tries.

“Let me pat your back while you try,” Jude suggested and he placed his hand firmly on Eden’s back, then gave little pats; Eden tried again, opening his mouth and clutching at his tummy - but nothing happened.

“Ngghh…” Eden shook his head again. “I can’t…”

“Hmmm…” Jude scowled for a second, then Eden practically saw the idea flash into his head. “Oh wait! I have an idea!” He sprang up from the sofa and dashed from the room; Eden heard the squeak of a door and then Jude’s footsteps coming back. “Here…” Jude held out his hand as he returned, he was clutching a small packet, which Eden eventually saw was chewing gum.

“No, I don’t really like chewing gum,” Eden shook his head, pushing Jude’s hand away; but Jude was beaming.

“And why don’t you like it?” Jude asked.

“Because it makes me…” Eden’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh… cause it makes me burpy!”

“Exactly!” Jude nodded, squeezing out two pieces of gum and handing them across. “Now chew!”

Eden was in so much discomfort that he was willing to try anything to get rid of it - so he placed the gum in his mouth and chewed. There was an explosion of mint in his mouth which made his nose itch, but he obediently kept chewing - aware that Jude was still watching him.

“It’s really annoying…” Eden admitted, rubbing his hand across his tummy.

“Yeah - but everyone experiences it at some point,” Jude pointed out. “What did you have for lunch today?”

“Just a cheese sandwich,” Eden replied.

“And how quickly did you eat it?” Jude questioned, his eyebrows raising.

“Quite quickly…” Eden admitted sheepishly. “I’ve only got fifteen minutes in between classes!” He wailed slightly.

“That’s probably what’s making you feel rubbish,” Jude nodded.

“There’s not much I can do about - BRRUAARRP!” A sudden burp slipped from Eden’s lips halfway through his sentence, and he covered his mouth. “Excuse me!” But Jude was chuckling.

“Feel any better?” He asked; Eden stopped chewing the gum momentarily, as he felt the air shifting in his gut.

“Yea - UUUAAUUURRPP!” Another burp rumbled up and Eden covered his mouth again. “I - uuurrrpp!” He couldn’t stop them now; the chewing gum seemed to have done the trick, and the dislodged air bubbled up again. “Uurrpp!”

“Goodness Ede,” Jude grinned, giving him a gentle pat on the back which caused another burp to come free.

“Sorry - uuuaarrp!” Eden’s cheeks went bright pink as he burped again.

“Don’t worry,” Jude said, smiling; Eden was nursing his stomach still, but it did feel like the bloat was going down the more he burped. “It sounds like you really needed to get that air out.”

“RRuuuaaarRRRP!” Eden nodded his head, pushing both hands down on his stomach to force more air out. “Will you keep patting my - huurrrp! - back?” He asked Jude pleadingly, feeling like it was really working.

“Of course!” Jude agreed, rubbing his hand in between Eden’s shoulders, then patting gently. Almost instantly another burp erupted from his mouth. “Does that help?” Jude asked, patting a rhythm into Eden’s back.

“Yeah,” Eden nodded, “it really - uuuuaaAAARRPP!” That last burp was wet sounding, and Jude paused to look at Eden’s face.

“That sounded a bit… you sure you’re not feeling sick?” Jude asked concerned.

“Not really…” Eden replied, stopping pressing on his tummy so hard; he felt a stickiness at the back of his throat.

“Maybe you should stop?” Jude suggested. “Give your tummy some time to rest and see if it gets any better?”

“Mmhmm,” Eden nodded in agreement; the bloated discomfort had gone down and, although he did feel better, the unsettled sensation was still present - like an aftermath. “Will you still rub my tummy for me?”

“As long as it’s not going to hurt you,” Jude nodded, opening his arms and allowing Eden to snuggle back into him, wrapping his arm around Eden’s middle so he could rub his stomach. “You just let me know when you want me to stop.”

“Please don’t stop,” Eden murmured, “it is really nice.” He cuddled into Jude’s shoulder. “Thank you so much for helping, Jude.”

“It’s no problem,” Jude insisted, “next time just come to me.”

“Mmhmm… I will.”

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sleepy fullness is the absolute cutest thing

honestly, is there anything sweeter than a very heavy tummy making someone so happy and cuddly and soft? it melts my heart to imagine the drowsy hiccups, the little groans of contentment as the bulge of fullness is gently stroked, the soft sighs of someone ready to be tucked cozily into a pile of blankets to sleep off everything they ate. ♡