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[babymakingking]

You hear the doorbell ring, in the other room you hear your wife call to you "Honey, quick" you answer the door and greet the nurse on call.

You lead her into the house and follow the sounds of your wife moaning in the other room, she's sitting upright which is incredibly difficult nowadays.

You enter the room, it's warm, your wife's body is radiating a large amount of heat as her body struggles to contain the life stirring inside of your heavy, bloated, swollen womb. The nurse pauses and gasps.

"Please, help me" your wife whispers, in a gentle moan as she clutches at her swollen belly and moans once more.

The nurse sits in front of her and begins touching and prodding your wife's enormous mound of baby filled womb, your wife winces as the pressure builds with each touch. She isn't in pain though, some discomfort as you'd imagine but all in all, believe it or not she's enjoying the process.

"I, I'm 6 months along, I haven't been able to make it to a doctor's appointment, I just want you to make sure our babies are healthy and well.. can you do that?"

The nurse pauses once more and removes an ultrasound machine, rubbing lotion on your wife's belly as she giggles, the skin being so stretched and thin it's sensitive to touch.

Your wife grabs your hand lovingly as the other gently traces her belly "Calm down babies, just for a moment. Nurse, we would love to know how many we are having if you could?"

The nurse rubs the ultrasound on her belly, she looks at the screen and begins counting 1, 2, 3, 4.. 8.. 10..

She continues to count..

Would love! To chat to some fellow pregnancy loving women out here! Always available and eager to chat! 😁

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Fun in the shower

[pregnant-popping]

Im so fucking big. This is one of the few clothes that still fit me, and I have one week left until my due date. I can't see my swollen feet anymore, nor anything below my belly. I'm literally bursting; I'm extremely swollen and constricted. I can't walk or get up on my own anymore. I spend all day lying down, eating and rubbing this huge, stretched belly to its limit. My belly skin hurts, and my ankles are so swollen and painful that I walk waddling like a pregnant cow. I need to pop, my goshhhh please.

[pudgegirly]

So swollen ❤️🥰I love being a fat piggy

[pudgegirly]

So swollen ❤️🥰I love being a fat piggy

[heavypressure]

--- two hours later---

*BBBHHOOOUURRP* Oh.. my god- *BBFFPPPRRRT* I'm such a mess, I'm so sorry! Mmfff, but these tacos were so good! T.T It was so nice of you to pay for six of them for me ... *BUUUHHRP* Ah.. I'm sorry for being such a disgusting gasbag in public, you must be really ashamed to sit with me .. I just.. All of the cheese and beans are really doing a number on my guts, whatever space isn't being filled with taco mush, is being occupied by more and more gas each second.. God, i feel like im going to explode *GGGGRRLLGGGG* fuck ... I'm so g- *GHHHOOURP* -gross , I'm going to be a bloated cow for days.. this is so embarrassing

..What? You want to take me to another taco place? *BBFFFARRBBPT* Hmm.. Come to think of it, if you can help me massage my gut and release a bit more gas, i definitely could go for seconds.. You know any taco places that give discounts for future moms? I - *BBFFFPPBBLLBT* could probably pass for one .. If they ignore all of the bubbling

[heavypressure]

I've been really busy lately , and that reflects so poorly on my bubbleguts... I've been constipated for a week again, and even if I don't eat that much this time, OH MY GOD I'm so gassy like every day. Every day i wake up from gas cramps bloated as a blimp, looking pregnant , trying to burp or fart some gas out with two or so yoga moves that i know, which doesn't help at all. During the day , farting doesn't help at all, I'm so so so full of gas every second of the day it feels.. i can't even sit comfortably without feeling my overinflated intestines bubbling and moaning quietly non stop, expanding further, and stretching the skin on my middle. My lower belly is so full and heavy, and i just feel like the most of my gas comes from there, which is the hardest kind to expell when you're constipated ,so it feels like it's filling out all of my intestines .. Sometimes when I'm just standing upright, i look at my hugely distended stomach sticking out way more further than my tits, and i realise that all this volume is just, my own gas and waste . Weighing me down, stretching me more and more every time i get so disgustingly bloated. I don't think i would've gotten this huge a few years ago ..

The worst part is, i know it's definitely not my limit, and if I don't change anything soon, I'm going to become even more huge and bloated . I so so desperately need something to fill me up and clear me out, i can't imagine the length of a fart i would need to let out all of my gas in one go.. too bad all I'm getting is probably just more days of painful bloating without any relief

[heavybellyprincess]

Something I’ve been thinking about lately is how much I crave the heaviness of pregnancy. Not only would you have filled me up so good that my belly arches forward in front of me, an enormous rounding curve of fully pregnant belly leading the way when I waddle, but it will feel so heavy.

I’ll arch my back, hand firmly placed on my lower spine, just to try and carry it but the weight of the huge belly you’ve given me will just sink farther and farther down into my hips; the oblong shape of the belly will keep pulling me forward and down. I won’t be able to waddle anywhere without letting out desperate little grunts, each step forward a monumental effort to manage the huge load you’ve given me to haul around.

My hands will restlessly shift from the top of the rounded curve to my back, as I shift my weight from side to side, and then desperately try to hold up some of the weight from the bottom of my belly. But nothing I do provides relief for long, especially as my belly hangs low on my hips the farther along I get in this pregnancy, overdue by days….so I continue to restlessly moan as I try to move anywhere.

If you saw me like this when you came home…panting as I slowly waddled towards the kitchen, heavy belly torpedoed and arched in front of me…breasts resting full and milky on the long shelf of my belly…my gait impossibly wide and hands roaming all over my body, desperately seeking relief….what would your reaction be?

[roundedcomet]

Fuckkk now I just keep thinking of when someone is so pregnant their navel has no choice but to pop out.

They feel whatever's in their womb squirming around a lot recently. They see the ripples through their shirt and even their hoodies, sometimes even swaying or feeling a harsh thump that makes them clutch the sides of their belly. They think they can't take anymore when they feel a pop, and suddenly their shirt is rubbing against this hard nub and it's driving them up a wall.

When they touch it, it nearly makes their legs buckle. They gasp and grunt, forcing themself to hold their belly around it and not touch that nub that keeps twitching with each little thump and press. Yet even when they try to keep the fabric off it, the chill of the air almost makes it worse, a wet patch already soaking their underwear.

Maybe they have a partner that just watches before kneeling in front of them and kissing the taut underside of their belly. The kisses slowly trail to their belly button before they feel a testing lick and then a suck. They try to hold onto their partner by any means necessary as they cry out, not even able to touch themself.

[lilycorinth]

Chilling by the computer

[lilycorinth]

[lilycorinth]

Just about to have cake

[lilycorinth]

[roundedcomet]

I get off a lot to the idea of werewolf preg.

The breeding is so good. You can be taken in such a feral manner as your screaming out moans and clawing at the grass as something keeps stretching your hole and abusing your cervix. Eventually you cum so hard you almost pass out when it knots you and all that cum bloats your womb. You practically look 9 months pregnant with a hefty baby.

Of course, you get a litter. Why only have one when it was going to have siblings in its little pack anyway? There's a good amount in there, and from how you look at just 4 months, along with already feeling quite a bit of wriggling, you can barely count. Six? Seven?

Full moons are insane. The babies turn into pups for that night, and are active. All you can do is lie in bed and moan out as you feel your belly stretch and quake as it gets taut and heavier. There's so many thumps and shifts inside your overtaxed tummy that it's almost rolling from side to side as you rub it in pathetic attempts to calm them down.

Your chest turns into full blown teats, swelling almost obscenely with just the amount of milk the litter is going to need. You felt this since early in the pregnancy, your tits becoming so sensitive a brush of their permanently hard nipples making you almost cum. Same with feeling your tits slosh with milk.

Hormones wrecking you until you're whining for that knots again, legs opened wide before you're moaning and sobbing in relief, groaning with each thrash and tumble of the excited litter within from the bouncing.

Labor taking so long. There's so much baby. They've been low and heavy for so long, but there's so many in there that you're just pushing out baby after baby and your belly still gets thumps from within. Eventually the pain just turns into pleasure as you keen with each crown or, if it's during the full moon, with each little snout that pops out of your hole.

When you're done, you're surrounded by fur as the werewolf curls around you and the seven pups. And growls about next time, they want ten.

[painfullypregnant]

How would I get you pregnant? Well first I would time it well enough so that you're your most massive during the summer months. I'd hold off on sex for a bit and tease you with ideas until it drives you a bit mad. Then one day during the early fall, when you're at your most pent up, I'd take you at the first sight I get of you. You'd be so ravenous for cock and cum that you wouldn't even bother to think about what it would mean to get pregnant now.

Hours of our collective moaning echo through our bedroom and the smell of cum and sweat permeate the space. I won't stop until you're so filled that you're leaking.

9-10 months later, it would be the peak of summer. You're so massively pregnant and uncomfortable that you can't wear the maternity items that can cover you completely. You have no choice but to wear a shirt that rides up over your belly button at the slightest movement, no choice but to have your bump, taut with twins, be a natural spectacle for everyone when you shop.

You want to pop so bad but every solution you try does nothing. Every single solution but the way you got so massive in the first place that is. I'll tease you just like before. I'll taunt you with the Idea of fucking you until your waters burst every moment I get. Gently brushing a finger over your swollen pussy, cradling your milk engorged breasts anything to get you hot bothered enough that you're once again begging for me to slide into you.

The moment I relent you'd look so relieved, but my fun isn't over. I'd relentlessly edge you through contractions. Coax you to the point of orgasm only to pull back. I'd feel a pleasure triggered contraction begin to roll through you and stop myself just to watch you grasp your hardening stomach. You'd be so desperate for relief, pleasurable or painful, that you'd beg me to slam my cock into your slowly dilating cervix. The sight would be so enjoyable, I don't know if I'd give in and just fuck you roughly or stop completely so you can keep being full of babies for another day…

(I'M FERAL PLEAASSE) No hardcore warnings for this, just overdue pregnancy discomfort/pains.

I have a proposal tho. What if you fuck me like an animal but I still don't go into labor? What if I'm so pained and exhausted after my third orgasm that we have to stop? What if I wake up the next morning with an even lower belly and a waddle that's far more exaggerated than it was the day before? I've been having regular contractions every 30 minutes since you brutalized my cervix but they come no closer than that. I'm in labor but I'm not IN labor like I want to be.

I want to feel your hands massaging my heavily burdened hips as I moan from the aches and twinges. I'm always holding my impossibly huge belly with one hand and you, the wall, or a piece of furniture with the others as I try to walk. I stand with my legs squeezed together because it feels like a baby will fall out if I spread them even the tiniest bit.

I've abandoned the belly band you got for me when I reached my eighth month. Your babies are so large and low, nothing can lift the immense pressure off my hips anymore. My back feels like it's about to snap in half if I don't drop soon. The babies have grown so large that the stress is no longer limited to my pelvis and belly. My skin is stretched so tight and the babies have pushed everything out to the point where part of my lower spine is curved and visible. It's too much.

To make matters worse, the AC broke at noon. It's the middle of July and the house is sweltering in the 95°+ heat. You take in the sight of me sitting with my hips angled due to the pressure of the head that felt like it was a single contraction away from bulging out of me. I'm fanning myself with a magazine panting, drenched with sweat, and topless. Milk weeps from my aching breasts and drips onto the top of my swell. My belly is exposed and so tight with labor but the contractions are the only things that move it. I'm so out of womb that the babies are still with no room left to kick and roll but the tightness of my belly made them bulge out of me. I sit there rubbing the mounds, moaning as I beg them to come out.

Then I look at you and my eyes drift down to the big bulge in your pants.

Just one more time. One more railing and they'll come. I can feel it.

I gasp and groan as I haul my overly pregnant body up from the sofa. My waddle is so slow but I make my way over to you as I'm hunched forward and cradling your load in both arms. To both of our surprise, I manage to wiggle out of my briefs and sweatpants without any help. When I bend over and expose myself to you, you notice water dripping from my swollen pussy like a sink you didn't turn off all the way.

I'm so close. I'm so fucking close to birthing your fat babies but I need you to tip me over the edge. My desperation has consumed me and I know I look like a total mess but I want to push these twins out so bad. I'm begging, pleading for you to take me harder and faster than you did the night before. My sack is already torn so it won't take much and I don't care if it hurts. Pound me. Break me. It'll work this time.

Do it now, please. I can't take it anymore.

(Kissing you anon AAAAAHHHHHHHH. May all of your traffic lights be green ❤❤❤)

[bellybabe32]

I crawl out of bed slowly, had because I have to and half because I don’t want to wake you. It’s just past 2am but I can’t sleep with your twins pressing on my bladder.

I waddle to the bathroom, my back aching from how heavy my belly has gotten. The boys were due two days ago and yet haven’t made any moves to come out despite our best efforts.

I leave the bathroom and head towards the hall. If I can’t sleep I might as well get a snack. Going up and down the stairs hasn’t been easy but I take my time and make it down eventually. The promise of cookies and peanut butter keeping me going.

It’s in the kitchen you find me, leaning forward on the counter, groaning as I feel the first real contraction. I feel your hands on my back, massaging my hips gently.

“Baby, what’re you doing I could’ve gotten you some snacks,” you say, your voice gently but concerned.

I breathe deeply as the contraction passes, pushing myself back up, sighing as you slide your hands under my belly to support it. The babies kick in against your palms, my skin tight and red.

“I couldn’t sleep…just wanted to get a snack,” I reply, closing my eyes as I lean my head back in your chest. I smile as you kiss my cheek and neck. “You have work I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You can always wake me up. You three are more important,” you say as your hands roam my belly more, pressing against the twins as they struggle to calm down after the contraction. “You’re gonna pop any moment now and I’m here to take care of you.”

I turn my head and kiss you, pressing my belly against you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss me back, holding me as close as you can with our babies between us. “Come on let’s go back to bed. I’ll grab your snacks.”

I nod, starting my slow journey back up the stairs. “Oreos and peanut butter please. And a red Gatorade.” I call over my shoulder.

I hadn’t even made it halfway up the stairs when you’re next to me, snacks in one hand, your free one going to my back to help me up.

When I finally reach the stop I feel like I’ve run a marathon. I make my way back to bed, sitting heavily and leaning back against the headboard. You set my snacks next to me, smiling as I put the peanut butter jar on my belly and scoop it out with the cookies.

“These two need to come soon,” I groan. “They’re so heavy now…”

I feel your hands on my belly, rubbing cool lotion into my skin. “I don’t mind them cooking a bit longer” you giggle.

“You don’t have to carry almost twenty pounds of baby,” I reply, play hitting your arm.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like being this big.” I close my eyes as you kiss my belly, your fingers teasing my belly button. “I know how much you’ve liked growing my babies”

I moan and reach my hand to you, rubbing my fingers through your hair. “Mmm it has been fun seeing how big I can’t get…especially with two babies.”

“Might just have to put three in you next time.”

“Promise?”

You smirk, coming closer to kiss me properly.

“You’re gonna grow nice and round for me again and again”

And I knew you’d keep that promise.

[lilycorinth]