I'm really bursting and I can't do anything about it. My belly can't stretch any further, my clothes don't fit anymore, and I need someone to rub my belly every hour to relieve the itching from the skin stretched to the extreme. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE COME AND POP ME?
I'm really going to burst, I can't close my legs anymore, my stomach feels like it's literally tearing open, the veins are SO visible and SO huge. My beautiful, flat belly button is bursting, I can't wear my piercing anymore because of it. It hurts so much, I just want my belly again. 😰😰😰
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.
I'm so huge that I need to rub oil on my belly several times a day, otherwise I feel my skin stretching more and more as if it's going to tear or burst. I don't have any clothes that fit me anymore, and I can't find a comfortable position to sleep or lie down. The sound of my hands rubbing my enormous belly calms me down and seems to calm the baby too. I'm so tired and extremely swollen, I can't take it anymore.
My big strong hands all over that heavy distended belly. Holding the full weight of my baby so low in your swollen womb. Belly tight as a drum as I cradle it, my fingertips tracing your stretch marks. You can't help but groan when the baby kicks.
Reaching up to massage and man handle your engorged heavy breasts. Aching from the pressure of milk, it hurts but feels so good as I squeeze and suck on big dark meaty nipples.
Kissing down your belly and going low til my face is buried between your thicker thighs. Spreading you open with my tongue to find you thick, hot, and swollen. Making a meal out of your fatty mound while you shake and quiver. You can't see me over your huge red belly but you can feel every move and swirl of my tongue as I lap away. Eager to taste the mother of my babies cum.
God Damn, I want you so pregnant with my baby you feel like you’ll burst.
sometimes I just sit here thinking about how incredibly easy it would be to just go out and get knocked up. I'm just sitting around playing out my fantasies in my head, when it's so dead simple to just do it for real.
feeling my bump slowly ballooning out into a ripe, round belly. my bellybutton popping out. my tits swelling with milk. the moving and kicking under my skin as I stretch out, tight and taut.
I'd take pictures and videos all the time so show off what a careless slut I've been, growing heavy and gravid with someone's seed
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”
“Doctor, what are we doing here?” The assistant questioned, uncomfortable from the several minutes spent crawling through bushes.
“Shhhhh.” The doctor whispered, pressing a finger against the assistant’s mouth. “We’re in monster territory. If you attract one of them, I’m using you as bait so I can escape.”
“What?? Why do we have a bodyguard, then?” The assistant questioned, lowering their volume to match.
The doctor looked at the silent and stoic bodyguard next to them, then back at the assistant. “The bodyguard is for humans who try to mess with us. And manual labor. Not for fighting monsters. Since when has SPF ever been about fighting monsters?”
“Since the last ten times you punched a monster and yelled at the bodyguard to kick its ass before it breeds us.”
“Oh yeah. Well we’re still a research team first and foremost. Stop questioning me.”
“Yes, doctor.” The assistant sighed as the trio ventured further into the bushes. By now, they could hear something odd up ahead. The rhythmic movement of something wet, and the sound of a person’s pained and pleasured moans. It wasn’t long before they reached a vantage point where they could look over a clearing where the source of the sound was.
There, sat against a tree, was the monster that the doctor had been looking for. It was huge bidepal creature, at least 8 feet tall. Its powerful muscles flexed with every movement, one limb containing vastly more strength than a human had in their entire body.
And in the monster’s hand, it held a human by the waist, impaled on its cock as it roughly moved them up and down like a glorified sex toy to stroke itself off. The size of the monster’s cock was hard to estimate, constantly buried inside its prey, but the human’s abdomen bulged out from the mass of the thing inside them. The sloppy wet noises of the human’s ravaged hole echoed around the clearing, almost as loud as their desperate and overwhelmed cries and moans. They weren’t struggling, weren’t calling for help, already more than exhausted by now and unable to do anything other than take it. Besides the hole torn in their pants, their clothes were mostly intact. Hiking boots, a tight shirt that did very little to obscure their bulging abdomen, and a belt that was straining against said bulge.
“Seems like this one didn’t waste any time getting to the main event.” The doctor commented, producing a notepad and pen to hand to the assistant. “This could be the monster’s natural behavior, or it may have been particularly pent up.”
“Doctor, shouldn’t we help them?” The assistant asked.
“Nope. We’re here to observe and dip.”
“Seriously??”
“You wanna go down there and help? Be my guest.”
They looked down into the clearing again. The caught human was completely limp with their eyes half closed, their mouth hanging open as completely uncontrolled moans spilled out. It wasn’t clear just how long the monster had been using them. The assistant wrote down the previous comment.
“Good! You’re still smart enough to be my assistant. Anyways.” The doctor continued to prattle off various notes and details about the monster, all of which the assistant diligently copied down. But it was a struggle to pay attention to the doctor’s words. The sound of the caught human’s hole being ravaged sent shivers up the assistant’s spine, and the doctor never spoke as loud as those defeated moans. Still, the assistant kept up with all of the doctor’s voiced thoughts, never falling behind.
Meanwhile, the doctor kept their eyes glued to the scene. Mostly at the bulge that grossly distorted the human’s abdomen. They had the fit, athletic body expected of a hiker, which only made the bulge all the more obtrusive. The monster’s cock hammered in fast and hard, stretching them out with every thrust like a cocksleeve only made for the monster’s pleasure. And it somehow began to move even faster. The monster’s snarls and growls grew louder and louder, rivaling the human’s own moans.
“Oh look, watch this. I think it’s almost there.” The doctor encouraged, patting the assistant’s shoulder then lifting their chin. Just in time to watch as the monster violently slammed their cock inside all the way to the base. The human’s scream was drowned out by the monster’s deafening roar, balls squeezing and cock visibly pulsing through the human’s abdomen as it pumped out giant loads of seed. The bulge quickly disappeared behind the human’s rapidly swelling belly, not meant to hold so much at once. Their scream became a series of strangled cries, voice straining out every time their belly bulged larger and larger with each pump. The belt creaked and strained, until it finally gave with a loud snap as the buckle was launched away. The shirt was quick to ride up after, bunching up on the human’s chest. Very soon, they looked like they were on the verge of giving birth, yet still stuffed fuller and fuller as the monster showed no signs of stopping just yet.
Parts of each pump would spill out. Making a mess on the ground, the monster’s balls and legs, and the human’s legs and expanding underbelly. But for every bit of seed that escaped, much more would be packed inside the human. Their belly reddened from the pressure, their eyes rolling back as drool dripped from their mouth, body seizing and shaking. Every time it seemed like they couldn’t possibly fit anymore, another load swelled them up again. But eventually, the flood did slow down, and finally stop. The human went limp again, their head hanging. They looked much more than pregnant now. Their cum stuffed belly was about as big as their body, the bottom of it resting on the forest floor.
The human’s respite didn’t last long. It only took a short while before they were groaning again, barely shifting in the monster’s grip. The pressure in their stuffed insides kept them from being able to relax. Any drop of seed that hadn’t escaped earlier was now trapped inside, the monster’s cock acting like a plug. Suddenly the human started letting out strained, weak cries, almost in a timed pattern, panting in between.
“The monster must be throbbing like crazy in there.” The doctor commented. “All that and it still isn’t finished.”
“They’ll explode if this keeps up! Look at their stomach, there’s no way they can handle twice that.” The assistant protested.
“I doubt it. Humans have gotten filled bigger than that.”
And just as the doctor said, the monster started again. It was slow at first, moving its cock around in the human’s ruined hole despite their protesting cries, but it picked up the pace quick enough. The human was practically being squished, monster from behind fucking them against their own belly. Rocking it back and forth, the gallons of cum inside them loudly sloshing and gurgling alongside the sound of the human’s moans and their hole being ravaged again.
The research team continued to observe the scene from the safety of the bushes. It was going to be a long observation.
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Once again, I wrote all this in one sitting while tired. Excuse me for any mistakes or bad sentence structure. Someday I’ll put my full effort into good writing for this blog
As you can see from this chapter, I’m starting to lean into identifying the research team as characters instead of just a device to start the story. This was my plan from the beginning before I spat out the first test chapter, and I already had them fully characterized in my head since then.
But as you can also see, I really held back on actually showing that characterization outside of their roles (the doctor, the assistant, and the bodyguard) and displaying hints of personality. That’s cause I’m once again testing the waters to see if anyone likes the direction I’m going in.
I do want to lean further into the research team being actual characters. Most of my concept posts are left intentionally vague to appeal to a wider audience that can fill in the blanks to suit them. (For example, I try not to identify genders in concept posts. Interpret it as mpreg if you want, and don’t let the monster’s 12 inch dick stop you from picturing it as female)
But ironically, the wider appeal vagueness does limit me in some ways. It’s a lot harder for me to play around with personalities, relationship dynamics, backgrounds, and other stuff like that without characterization. The SPF research team is my way of eventually stepping into kink stories that require actual characters. Now, I’m not putting an end to my wider appeal concept posts of course. I will be concept posting every time I have a concept to be posted, and that will always be the vast majority of my blog. I’d just like to do more
I’ll probably go ahead with the in depth research team whether I get feedback on it or not, but I’d like to hear if anyone is interested by this. Anyways if you read this far, thank you for listening to my author rambles and I hope my insomnia writing is still good enough to enjoy
