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27. 🔞 MDNI. Personal Side blog for whatnot.

[spookyislandqueen02-deactivated]

WHAT THE FU-?!

You were wide awake when you felt something shift inside your womb. You looked down and screamed in horror when you saw your stomach swollen as if you were seven months pregnant. You leaned against your headboard, staring at it. What the fuck?! You poked your stomach and were immediately grossed out. You gasped when you felt whatever was in your shift, making you squirm uncomfortably. Without thinking, you rubbed your bump, hoping it would soothe whatever it was. You kept whimpering when you felt how firm the bump was.

Just then, your bedroom door burst open, and your best friend Riley came running in holding a baseball bat.

“WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?! WHAT’S WRONG?!”

“THIS!” Your voice filled with panic, and you pointed to your stomach. Your best friend looked down to see your round, full bump. “Oh, that,” they calmly said, their shoulders relaxed. You tilt your head at them, “What do you mean, OH THA-” You were cut off by the thing shifting inside you again, making you gasp.

Riley dropped the bat and came rushing towards you. “Wow, they made this much progress already? Good job, little buddy!” Riley cheered, giving your bump a little fist bump. You wiggled towards the other side of the bed. “Wait? You knew about this?” You wondered, grabbing the bed frame to help you up. You cursed under your breath from feeling the full weight.

“So don’t be mad.”

“I’m already mad.”

“Well, the guys at the lab wanted to throw away this alien egg because they believed it would have a low survival rate.”

“I don’t like where this is going.”

“So I wanted to prove them wrong…so I inserted it. In you,” Riley admitted, scrunching up their face, afraid of how you’ll react. You glared at them, “YOU WHAT?!” you screeched, waddling around the bed to strangle them. Riley hopped on the bed. “I thought you would be excited. I always see you reading those egg birth fanfics on Tumblr.” Riley explained crawling to the other side of the bed. Anger bubbling up in your chest, you grabbed your pillow. “Doesn’t mean I want to actually live it! I have to go to work! WhAt Am I sUpPoSeD tO sAy?!” You shrieked, throwing the pillow at Riley’s face, knocking them off the bed.

You cursed when you noticed that you were running late. Riley sat up. “What?! You can’t go to work!” Riley exclaimed, scrambling to get up. You rolled your eyes as you dug through your clothes, hoping to find something that would fit and hide your bump. “Well then, you should’ve told me!” You grumbled, pulling out a flowy blouse and a pair of jeans. Riley followed you into the bathroom. “But your pregnancy already progressed this fast! It shouldn’t be long before you go into labor!” Riley explained, hoping to knock some sense into you. 

You stopped what you were doing and turned towards them. “How long ago did you do this?” You wondered, pointing to your new friend, Riley, lowering their head. “Four days ago,” they mumbled, glancing up at you. A frustrated sigh is released from your lips when your jeans won’t go past the curve of your bump. 

. 

“Dude, you can’t go to work. I don’t want anything happening to the egg,” Riley admitted. You looped a hair tie through the buttonhole of your jeans. “Well then, you shouldn’t have shoved an egg in me,” you deadpanned, looping the hair tie around the jeans button for a second time. “Come on, I had to do something!” Riley whined. They dropped to their knees. “I had to prove them wrong,” Riley said in a baby voice while their hands rubbed your bump.

You took a step back, throwing on your blouse where the hem rested at the belly button, leaving the bottom half of your bump exposed. 

The sad part of this is that if they asked if they could insert an alien egg into your womb, you would’ve said yes. 

“Will you text me when something happens?” your best friend asked. You carefully rubbed your bump, making sure Riley didn’t break the egg because, honestly, that was the last thing you needed to happen. Once you knew the egg was fine, you nodded your head as you buttoned up an oversized cardigan that covered the entire bump.

You entered the small veterinary office where you work as a receptionist. You greeted your coworkers as you quickly waddled toward the break room to hang up your bag. You looked down at the egg inside you. “Stay in there,” you warned before going to your desk, hoping none of your coworkers noticed the bump.

It’s only been two hours, and your fellow receptionists are looking at you strangely. It took you forever to get up from your seat and retrieve whatever you dropped; a few of them had to help you out. You would just explain that you had thrown your back out while sleeping.

Every time you made a slight movement, you felt the egg move, reminding you that it was there, as if you could forget. Every step you felt the weight of the egg, and it felt like a bowling ball. Of course, with your luck, you would get the heaviest one.

You are at the copier machine, minding your own business, thinking about how you have a long way to go before you can go home. When you feel the egg dramatically shift in your womb. It was so much more painful than its previous movement. You stood still, hoping it was nothing to worry about; maybe a thank you for carrying it and taking care of it, even though you were unaware of it being inside you.

You gasped when you felt it again, and you faced the wall, checking to make sure the egg didn’t break; it didn’t, leaving you confused about what was happening. The pain finally let up, and you released a sigh of relief before waddling back to work.  

It’s been thirty minutes, and the pain returned and has gotten worse. The fics always said they were painful, but you never knew how painful they were talking about. You locked yourself in the bathroom and pulled your jeans and panties down. You shoved a finger through your folds, thinking the egg was coming out; this was your first egg birth, and your knowledge on egg birth from every fic you read went out the window. 

You pulled out your phone and were about to text Riley when you felt a popping sensation inside you. Then you felt something jelly-like trailing down your leg, and you looked down to see a blue/purple trail. You snapped a photo and sent it to Riley with a bunch of question marks and exclamation points.

You gripped the sink as a wave of pain crashed through you. “Fuuuuuck,” you grunted, placing a hand under your bump. You heard your phone ring. Once the pain passed, you grabbed your phone and saw Riley texting you back. You pressed your forehead on your crossed arms that were resting on the sink, and a sigh of frustration escaped your lips. 

Bestie 😝

YOUR WATER BROKE?! OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO RUB IT IN THE GUY’S FACES

You were so thrilled that they were having the time of their life, while you were the one in pain. “I told you to stay! You couldn’t have waited until I got off at five?” You grumbled. You groaned when you felt a twinge of pain. “You did that on purpose,” You muttered, grabbing your phone and waddling out of the bathroom. You had to keep this egg in, no matter how painful the contractions are, no matter how much your body is begging you to push. YOU HAVE TO KEEP IT IN!

You should’ve listened to Riley! You should’ve stayed home! The contractions were getting worse. You bit down on your tongue when a contraction passed. The only time you would release your cries is when the loud copier machine is blocking out your cries. 

You were in the bathroom, splashing cold water in your face to cool yourself off. You stared at yourself in the mirror. “Alright, (Y/N), you only got like three hours left. You can do this. You can-” The egg shot down, resting behind your folds. “FUCK!” you yelped, feeling the bulge through your jeans.

The urge to push was getting stronger, but you couldn’t let yourself. You quickly pushed down your jeans and underwear. Shoving your fingers through your lips where you met the point of the egg.   

Knock Knock

You cursed under your breath. “You alright, (Y/N)?” your coworker Maggie asked. You glanced at the door double double-checking that it was locked. “Yeah,” You panted. Freezing your movement because you don’t want to draw more attention to yourself. “Is it your back again? Do you want a heating pad?” Maggie wondered. You bit back a groan as another contraction crashed through you. “(Y/N)?” Maggie called out. You tried to collect yourself…just long enough to get Maggie to walk away. “No thanks, Maggie! I’m good! Just stubbed my t-toe!” You yelled, hoping she believed you. 

“Oh…okay!” Maggie yelled. You sighed in relief when you heard her footstep echoing down the hall. You waited a second to make sure there would be no more interruptions. 

Once the coast was clear, you shoved the egg back into your womb, ignoring your body’s plea to let it push. You grabbed the edge of the counter, hissing in pain when the egg was thrashing around in you like it was yelling at you for pushing it back in. 

This was a nightmare. You don’t know how you're going to survive three hours…but you gotta do it. 

Once the egg was finished with its tantrum, you pulled up your underwear and jeans before heading back to work.

Finally, it was 5. You quickly waddled into the break room to grab your bag and texted Riley that you were on your way home. You looked down at your bump. “We’re going home, little buddy,” you smiled. 

You rushed into the apartment groaning from another contraction. Riley came running to your side. “Come on.” Riley helped you into the living room. You sat on the floor, tearing off your sweat-covered clothes. “It hurts!” You whine, throwing your head back on the cushion. Riley ran into the kitchen and ran a hand towel under cold water.

Riley sat on their knees next to you, dabbing the wet towel across your forehead. You spread your legs wide as they could go. “Next contraction, you have to push,” Riley explained. You nodded.

As if on cue, another contraction hit’s and you pushed with everything you got. You grabbed onto Riley’s hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you hissed. The egg was coming out, but agonizingly slow. You started to play with your clit hoping the wetness could help slide it out.

“You’re doing great! Keep pushing!” Riley encouraged, dabbing the cloth across your forehead. You glared at them “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You snapped, gripping their hand tightly.

Riley wasn’t affected by you lashing out, they were used to people yelling at them during the labor process. Though they were mumbling about how they’re happy Dawn isn’t here because he would push the egg back into you and tie your legs together until you apologized.

You tried to roll your eyes but a contraction hit you. You circled your clit faster,“F-huuuuuuck” you moaned as you were reaching your orgasm. The orgasm was much more intense than non-pregnant.

Your cum did help the egg slide half way out but then it got stuck. Tears began to run down your cheeks “Pull it out of me!” You cried, you were so tired of pushing. Riley shook their head “I can’t, you just have to keep pushing! You’re almost done!” Riley smiled. You’ve been pushing for an hour and nothing was happening.

You began to play with your throbbing clit hoping it would distract you from your contractions that were very close together.

You were so tired, you don’t have it in you to push anymore but you had to keep trying. You kept pushing and pushing but the egg wouldn’t budge, you were starting to think it would never come out.

You began to cry tears of joy when you felt the egg move when you reached your second orgasm. Feeling hopeful, you felt a new wave of energy burst through you. 

So you pushed and pushed then an hour later the little bastard popped out. You collapsed onto the floor landing on your side as Riley went to pick up the egg and presented it to you. The egg was slightly bigger than an ostrich egg. The egg was purple with a blue vein like pattern around the egg.

You looked up at Riley who was cradling the egg with a bright smile. After everything that happened you were starting to miss your friend being inside you. “Next time just ask” You pant, knowing that you wouldn't be able to resist saying no if they asked. Riley looked down at you “next time?” Riley mumbled, their eyes filled with hope. 

You knew this wouldn’t be the last alien egg you would give birth to. And you couldn’t wait.

[ewthatslewed]

A poor boy being forced to house eggs over and over, only given mere hours after releasing his last batch before being filled with the next round

He’ll never see his tummy flat again

[len-egg]

Human Lenny egg preg? :o

ouch

[ewthatslewed]

I keep thinking about this idea of a merboy who is already carrying a bunch of his own eggs, but he ends up getting fucked by a monster. Without realizing it, he takes on a parasitic egg, that grows far faster and ends up hatching inside him. The live parasitic monster eats all his eggs, and all of a sudden the merboy is twice as big as he should be and all the egg lumps in his stomach are gone, and now there's this huge thing trashing about and making him sick. Just wanted to share.

omf yes i love this?? He escapes the monster thinking he got away with only a few minor injury and counts himself lucky, but after a few weeks, he feels something wrong in his belly. It’s his first pregnancy, so he doesn’t really know if somethings wrong or if this is suppose to be normal, so he doesn’t tell anyone or ask for help in fear of the other mermaids shunning him for being taken by the monster. His belly begins to swell faster then before, more than his elastic skin can keep up with, and it starts to become painful. He thinks he can feel the occasional movement inside him, even though its far too early for his eggs to have hatched yet. He stays in his small underwater cave, rubbing his too big belly and moaning, hiding from anyone who might notice that something has gone wrong with his pregnancy. His belly has gotten huge in the last few weeks, so big that it’s too hard to swim anymore, just moving around the small confines of his secluded home leaves him exhausted. It’s smooth round form is long gone, replaced with a sickeningly enormous mound of bulging flesh. Bulges and lumps push out against his pale, dangerously thin stretched skin, something terrible rolling just beneath the taut flesh.

The poor merboy is desperate for help, whatever’s inside him has killed his clutch and is now killing him slowly and painfully, but he knows it’s too late, his belly has grown too big, and he’s in far too much pain to even move. No one knows where he is, and no one will come to help him. As the days go by, his belly only grows bigger, and his body only becomes weaker as the parasite sucks away all his strength. The pain gets worse and the awful pressure inside him increases, he cries and clutches at his thrashing tummy, feeling creature bite and claw at his soft insides. Suddenly, the pressure spikes, and he shrieks, kicking his tail wildly, thinking his stomach has finally burst open. To his his relief, he finds his belly to still be intact when he looks down. To his horror, he sees a cloud of thick red blood drift out from beneath his bulging stomach, and his belly clenches tightly, squeezing him painfully hard and leaving him out of breath. He pants and moans, holding the distorted flesh in his arms and tries his best to curl around his middle. Pain consumes him as his belly crushes in on itself again and again. His instincts are screaming at him to push, to rid his body of this awful parasite, but his body has become so frail and weak, and he can’t even remember the last time he ate. The monster inside him becomes impatient, it’s kicking up a storm, turning left and right, throwing itself against the fleshy walls of the boy’s belly so hard, it sends him crashing against the sharp rocky cave wall. He screams in agony as he falls the the bottom of the cave.

He doesn’t want to push, but he knows if he dosen’t, the monster will tear through his belly, so he musters up all the strength he can find and he pushes. The monster barely moves, as he pushes, he can feel the it shift only slightly. It moves so painfully slow, creeping down into his birth canal millimeter by millimeter, stretching him wide as it squirms and wriggles, eager to escape its host. It takes hours of weak pushing for the enormous creature to finally reach his opening. The merboy is panting and squeezing his tummy with his arms, doing anything he possibly can to get this thing out of him. He can feel his opening bulge as the tip of the monster moves down further, it’s so huge, there’s no doubt he’ll tear if he wants to get the whole thing out. It thrashes and claws it’s way out, stretching his opening wider and wider as it slips out. He screams and cries for it to get out of him, begging it to be over with, his strength is almost gone, but the monsters is only barely out. The creatures body gets thicker, until his opening can’t stretch any further and he thinks his flesh is about to rip, but instead to his dismay, the creature becomes stuck. The head and neck are sticking out or him, biting at whatever it can reach, but he can feel its broad shoulders wedged deep inside his canal, and it’s thick tentacled half writhing in his belly. His hips were made to birth eggs three times smaller and are far too narrow for the parasites hulking body to pass through. It’s stuck tight and no amount of pushing will get it to move, the merboy is helpless and unable to give birth on his own.

Realizing he’ll die soon, he begins to crawl across the cave floor in a desperate attempt to find help. He drags himself along, grasping weakly at the rocky floor, belly scraping painfully against the sharp surface that cuts into his stretched skin. Contractions still rip through his thrashing tummy, making him stop each time the pain spikes and he has to clutch at his belly and scream. By the time he reaches the mouth of the cave, his energy is spent, and he lays on the ground, writhing in pain. He sobs in despair, his body consumed in agony, convulsing as he hugs his belly as tight as he can. The creature angrily claws at him from within, it’s limbs thudding against his thin flesh wall and threatening to tear his tummy apart. His last hope is for someone to hear his desperate screams for help, begging for another mermaid to come pull the creature out before he bursts.

[distendedbellies]

submission: The boy moaned with relief as you allowed him to push out the first of the creatures, still sobbing in pain as the massive thing crowned, stretching his vagina wide open with its big head and thick torso as he gripped the fabric of your couch in his fist. “I-it’s coming out-!” The creature that was finally born was a weak but massive mewling doglike creature, a bit bigger than a human baby, with six eyes, little mandibles, a short rounded snout and horselike legs with hooves. As you picked it up it kicked weakly, and mewled for milk. As you purred that it must miss its siblings, the boy at once did not understand. It would meet its siblings when they were all finished being born..? But then you reintroduced the little cub to his birth canal, and he screamed his heart out, pushing hard against your shove. He sobbed and sobbed as you forced the first cub back inside, the whole of it. He screamed and screamed, “NO! NONONO! PULL IT OUT PULL IT OUT. I NEED TO BIRTH THEM ALL, I NEED TO! The next one wants out!! Have mercy!! DEAR GOD AHNNNNNGH!!” you see him straining to push it back out, but his contractions are pushing only the next baby in line for birth out. The first wiggles uselessly, kicking at the air, scooting forward only a little at a time. The babies inside finally finish their growth spurt, and the second cub is agonizingly slowly pushing out its smaller sibling as it makes progress. The screaming is nigh endless and your impressed with how little he stops to sob, and you tell him so. He reacts with disgust and fear, quite appropriately. The firstborn finally plops out because of its larger sibling’s interference, and you roll your eyes and plop it unceremoniously on his chest, soaked in his slick birth fluid, where it goes to suckle on his aching sore nipple. You look back to see that the second is crowning, and the relief on his face is just begging to be stolen from him.

What do you do?

I want to prolong his overly pregnant state for as long as possible without killing him, but I realize he’ll have to birth them all eventually. Luckily, with how many have grown inside him, and how large the’ve gotten from delaying their birth, it was going to be at least days before he was barren again. Looking down I laugh at his pathetic state; completely soaked with sweat and trembling with pain and exhaustion, his belly ominously towering over his meek frame and contracting as he pushes with what little he has to birth the next creature. I loom above his head and snicker, “So what, you’ve got one down? About twenty more to go!” I lift his hands and place them on his own belly. “Do you feel that? For every minute you fail to birth them, another grows inside you! What a wonderful spell. I must thank the witch.” Suddenly I get an idea, I shoot up from my lowered stance and clap my hands together.

“Y’know, since you look to be having a bit of trouble, I’ll help you out. You’re obviously too weak to push them out, so how about a little exercise? I know the perfect thing, let’s go for a walk.” 

[abdomented]

Passed 50 followers recently so here’s Dash, in wayyy over his head having caught the flu on top of being in labor with 50 alien eggs. \;w;/

Also, no time like the present to introduce Harvey, Dash’s doctor/mad scientist/surgeon/accomplice who may be Dash’s only real friend but shh don’t tell Dash.

[distendedbellies]

I just got back from an all you can eat sushi place and I ate so much my stomach hurts but it's so hot TBH and I wanna jack off but I'm just thinking about if it was fish eggs

ooh man you should lie down and lift your shirt up and just go to town, i wanna rub your bloated belly so much 

imagine that pain isn;t just from all the sushi in your belly but from a few fish eggs you ingested that’re now growing ever slightly in your tummy, pushing your already stretched skin even more. and there are small wriggling fish in those eggs and theyre getting bigger with each passing minute, and soon you have what looks to be a small baby bump and it feels so wrong and strange and it hurts and you whimper as youre hands glide over the extra sensitive skin, and at the touch the fish go wild and start to br ea k free

[mysticmango]

The Sushi Restaurant Owner’s Guide to Fresh Roe

The basics of any sushi calls for fresh ingredients. To ensure a continued supply of fresh roe for your sushi, try the following:

1) Purchase a roe- packed merman. Mermen tend to mate in the spring so in early summer the fishermen should have plenty of big-bellied mermen for sale. Buy a young, healthy one. The bigger the belly the better.

2) Ensure your merman is kept in a spacious tank and cared for well. As soon as you get your merman in its tank, begin feeding it daily doses of Formula 3A, purchasable at any restaurant supply store. This will prevent labor and also stimulate continued roe production.

3) Remove merman from tank and lay on flat surface daily. Connect water mask to ensure it can breath. With one hand pry open its opening until roe is revealed. With you other hand remove roe with a long spoon. This is better as a two person job, one scooping and one massaging the belly to move the roe down. If the roe is deep you may also use your hand directly.

Note: ensure merman is properly restrained as it will thrash.

Exhibit 1: roe removal process

As best practicing, ensure you remove roe from your merman at least every other day. Excessive roe buildup may result in damage from crushed organs or the merman’s belly bursting.

Exhibit 2: Merman shortly before bursting

Take good care of your merman and you’ll have roe all season. Happy sushi making!

[irinasbellies-deactivated201908]

still thinking about those EGGS

[isolatedgenome]

this is rly gross and lazy and im sorry about all of it

[ewthatslewed]

Whatever’s in there, it sure is active!

[ewthatslewed]

Something’s active in there, and it wants out

[nounsthesame]

Can I Touch It?

“Oooh, that’s a big bulge? When are you due?” “Hmmm, In about thirteen hours?”

This is a quick ditty I did for @leshawkcomics based on his fabulous .gif No farts here.

DL :https://mega.nz/#F!nURwTDqQ!KF4dk20RTx0ePmLC3b7NIA

Originally brewed 13th May 2018

[flittermilk]

baby want out >8U

Got the animation itch so decided to do a quick one but they’re never quick 8′) I might colour it some time but done for now

[bellymations]

Getting filled to the brim with eggs sure sounds nice tbh

[distendedbellies]

Even though he didn’t look any different, he knew. He could feel it inside of him. Something solid and unmoving and wrong. 

He tried not to think about it over the course of the next few weeks but its apparent growth made it hard not to. Everyday he’d wake up to the curve of his belly a little more pronounced. His nightgown would fall just so, outlining the small bump enough that it made him sick to look at it. He covered it with layers of clothing but even if it wasn’t noticeable to anyone else yet, he knew.

A month passed. Lifting himself out of bed everyday was getting harder. The extra weight of his belly left him exhausted at every minute of the day. He couldn’t hide it from others anymore; it hung off his frame swollen and low, like an overripe fruit, drawing stares of pity and disgust. His hands unwillingly went to caress his middle, feeling how the creatures had made a home inside him and continued to grow. 

How long would it be before they killed him?  

More weeks passed by and by now he hardly left his home. He could only stand and walk short distances, one hand resting on his gigantic belly and the other supporting his aching back. He’d outgrown all his clothes and now wore only a simple robe and underwear, letting his stomach hang free. It was alive with movement almost all hours of the day and he lost count of how much he’d cried out for them to stop. 

He was so afraid. His belly now overdue with these creatures and he knew the time for their birth was coming fast. He both begged for release and dreaded it. He didn’t know if he could survive it, but he didn’t know how much longer he could keep carrying them. 

Sitting on the side of his bed he spread open his legs. With both hands he rubbed his distended stomach and muttered, “Calm yourselves, please, I beg you to calm.” Tears ran down his face in resignation. There was a steady pressure building from their thrashing and the mount was unbearable. Yet, they refused to be still. He fell back onto the bed with a strangled scream as their kicks intensified. He clutched at his belly, trying to hug them inso submission, but it did nothing.

The skin on his strained stomach begin to redden right at the navel and start to spread outwards. It was too much, he couldn’t take this anymore. Surely he was going to die. 

Suddenly his thighs were wet, and the was liquid drenching his legs and sheets, and then a resounding crack. And before he could process that his water had broken a white hot agony exploded from below his belly. His pelvis had broken. 

These creatures wanted to be out now, but his lower body was nothing but pain. He couldn’t move his legs at all and when he tried to push the edges of his vision begin to darken. He could only lie there in agony with his moving belly towering over him, unable to do anything to get them out.

[boytumms]

Commission for @//stevestopscars on twitter!!