Make me a Daddy..

30 year old man from Australia. A lover and worshipper of all things pregnancy and big bellies. If you're interested in chatting my DM's are always welcome to all my pregnancy loving *women* out here. 🤰

[shades-cobalt]

Painful movements are one of my guilty pleasures. I've always wanted to soothe a restless belly.

[babymakingking]

Her massive, overburdened belly dominated everything, the sheer dress stretched so thin and translucent across it that every vein and ripple showed clearly.

The enormous dome was glossy with sweat, skin drum-tight and flushed deep pink, quivering with constant internal life. It gurgled loudly wet, heavy *glorps* and *sloshes*as the hungry brood inside shifted and fought for room, dozens of small bodies squirming and kicking in frantic waves beneath her stretched flesh.

She panted desperately, full, heavy breasts rising and falling, dark nipples stiff and straining visibly against the soaked fabric.

A deep, throaty moan tore from her lips as a powerful contraction rolled through her womb. "Ahh fuck... they're so active," she gasped, voice husky and broken.

Her hands clutched the sides of her belly as it writhed visibly, bulges pushing outward in sudden, obscene lumps before sliding away, the entire surface churning and undulating under the sheer material.

I walked in right as another expansion hit. Her eyes flew open, a sharp, needy cry escaping her as her belly surged bigger with a loud, liquid groooan, the skin pulling even tighter with an audible stretch.

The brood thrashed wildly inside, making her whole swollen middle lurch and bounce. Her thighs trembled, spreading wider as slick arousal glistened between them.

"Baby, please!" she moaned loudly, voice thick with overwhelming sensation. "Come here.. wrap your arms around me. Soothe them... they're starving for touch."

I dropped to my knees and embraced her, arms straining to encircle the vast, fever-hot curve of her belly.

The moment my hands pressed in, the brood erupted violently under my palms hard kicks, rolling bulges, and slippery, writhing movements that pulsed and fought against me.

She arched back with a long, guttural moan, her body shuddering as fresh waves of pleasure-pain rippled through her. "Mmmhh, yes... just like that," she panted, grinding her hips forward helplessly.

Her breasts heaved against my chest, nipples brushing me with every ragged breath, while her belly gurgled and sloshed louder under my touch, the hungry life inside growing even more frantic.

I kneaded gently, feeling every powerful squirm and stretch, her skin burning hot and silky. She whimpered and gasped with each movement, her moans turning higher and more desperate as the violent activity sent jolts of raw ecstasy through her core.

The sheer dress clung wetly to every curve, outlining the endless churning.

Then everything suddenly stilled for a single, heavy heartbeat her breath catching, belly taut and quivering in my arms like a loaded spring.

Her wide, lust-glazed eyes met mine as something deep inside shifted with new, ominous pressure..

[babymakingking]

I wanna big bump so bad!!! You’ll give me one won’t you?

Of course baby. Message me and we can get working on this for you

[babymakingking]

She shifted again, slowly and carefully, balancing on her hands and knees as though even the smallest movement required thought now. Her belly hung beneath her, enormous and perfectly round, so large it looked almost unreal, stretched tight and smooth beneath the light as it swayed gently with every breath she took.

The sheer size of it seemed to pull at the rest of her, rounding her posture and forcing her to pause every few moments to adjust her position or ease the strain from her back.

"Okay," she muttered with a laugh, "whoever said this was graceful was lying."

A ripple rolled visibly across the taut curve, followed almost immediately by another somewhere else entirely, as though the activity inside had become a constant conversation of elbows, heels, and shifting bodies competing for room.

She exhaled slowly.

"They never stop moving."

One hand instinctively supported the underside of her stomach as she shifted again, the movement accompanied by the faint sound of fabric rustling and the subtle slosh of movement within that seemed almost startling in the quiet room.

"See?" she said, glancing up with a playful expression. "I move, they move. I sit down, they wake up. I try to sleep, they decide it's time for a party."

She looked down at herself and shook her head in amused disbelief.

"I swear I look like I'm carrying half a football team in here."

Another rolling movement crossed the surface of her stomach, broad enough to draw her attention immediately.

"Six," she declared dramatically, looking back at me with a grin. "That's my theory now. There's no other explanation."

Despite the discomfort written across her posture and the effort behind every adjustment she made, there was warmth in her expression.

"Though I suppose," she added with a teasing smile, "it is rather impressive, isn't it?"

[babymakingking]

She shifted again, slowly and carefully, balancing on her hands and knees as though even the smallest movement required thought now. Her belly hung beneath her, enormous and perfectly round, so large it looked almost unreal, stretched tight and smooth beneath the light as it swayed gently with every breath she took.

The sheer size of it seemed to pull at the rest of her, rounding her posture and forcing her to pause every few moments to adjust her position or ease the strain from her back.

"Okay," she muttered with a laugh, "whoever said this was graceful was lying."

A ripple rolled visibly across the taut curve, followed almost immediately by another somewhere else entirely, as though the activity inside had become a constant conversation of elbows, heels, and shifting bodies competing for room.

She exhaled slowly.

"They never stop moving."

One hand instinctively supported the underside of her stomach as she shifted again, the movement accompanied by the faint sound of fabric rustling and the subtle slosh of movement within that seemed almost startling in the quiet room.

"See?" she said, glancing up with a playful expression. "I move, they move. I sit down, they wake up. I try to sleep, they decide it's time for a party."

She looked down at herself and shook her head in amused disbelief.

"I swear I look like I'm carrying half a football team in here."

Another rolling movement crossed the surface of her stomach, broad enough to draw her attention immediately.

"Six," she declared dramatically, looking back at me with a grin. "That's my theory now. There's no other explanation."

Despite the discomfort written across her posture and the effort behind every adjustment she made, there was warmth in her expression.

"Though I suppose," she added with a teasing smile, "it is rather impressive, isn't it?"

[babymakingking]

What a transformation 🔥

Tell me what it is you love about pregnancy in particular?

What you love to see in your perfect fertile breeding partner? Or perhaps what you imagine for yourself?

[babymakingking]

I always find myself coming back to this beauty.

Could be one of the more perfect bodies I've seen and belly play is always welcomed.

What do we think?

[babymakingking]

Good morning/afternoon.

Another short clip i thought id share. Damn pregnancy, there really isn't anything better, am I right?

Feel free to ask me any questions. As well, if you're a pregnsncy lover and fantasise yourself looking like this, so swollen, fertile and heavy with life inside of you, with breasts screaming to be milked.

I'd love to hear from you ❤️

[babymakingking]

A bonus one for your time ❤️

[babymakingking]

Hey all 👋

I've been away for a short while and haven't been able to dabble too much in all things pregnsncy but am back now and eager to chat to any other pregnancy loving women out and about here.

I've had a lot of fun recently chatting to other pregnancy loving women as well as an actual pregnant woman which was a lot of fun!

Enough about that. Let's read a fun dialogue and there may be a little reward at the end 🍫

Thick curves of her hips and thighs straining every fragile thread. She lay back on the bed, one hand gliding slow and possessive over that enormous, taut globe, fingers spreading wide to feel the weight of it.

Her skin was stretched silky-tight, faintly veined, flushed with heat. Beneath it, the brood shifted visibly—four strong kicks rolling across the surface like waves under satin.

“Do you want to touch it?” she breathed, voice husky with need. “I can see you staring… don’t be shy. I won’t pop… just yet.” A sharp wince tightened her face as another powerful tumble pressed outward, making the torn lace rip a little more. She exhaled shakily, palm still stroking in slow, seductive circles. “I’ve got months left… but gods, they’re so active tonight. Tumbling, kicking, stretching me so full it aches.”

Her free hand drifted lower, cradling the heavy underside where the pressure was fiercest, thighs parting slightly with a soft sigh of silk. Another visible ripple moved across her belly, and she moaned low, eyes half-lidded.

“Come here… soothe them. Rub this huge, heavy belly for me. I need your hands right here—warm and firm—before I lose my mind.”

I hope this has gathered your attention. If so I would love to hear from you my DMS are always open.

[babymakingking]

In the velvet shadows of an ancient manor, lit only by flickering candlelight and moonlight streaming through arched windows, she appears. The vampire is the epitome of nocturnal seduction: tall and lithe with porcelain skin that glows ethereally, cascading raven hair framing blood-red lips and hypnotic crimson eyes that pierce your soul. Her body is a masterpiece of dangerous curves—full, heaving breasts straining against a sheer black lace gown, wide hips swaying with predatory grace, and long legs that promise endless ecstasy.

“You,” she purrs, her voice a silken caress as she glides toward you, “have been chosen.” Her cold fingers trace your jaw, tilting your face to meet her gaze. She presses against you, her firm breasts molding to your chest, her breath cool against your ear as she whispers forbidden desires. Resistance melts as her lips claim yours in a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue dancing with yours, fangs grazing teasingly without breaking skin. She undresses you slowly, savoring every inch of revealed skin, her hands exploring your hardening cock with expert strokes. “Let me taste your passion,” she murmurs, sinking to her knees, taking you into her cool, wet mouth, sucking with supernatural skill until you’re throbbing with need.

She leads you to the silk-draped bed, shedding her gown to reveal perfect, pale nudity. Her nipples are dark and erect, her shaved sex glistening with arousal. You enter her, her tight, velvety channel gripping you like a vice as she rides you with wild abandon. Her hips grind, breasts bouncing hypnotically as moans echo through the chamber. She leans down, fangs sinking lightly into your neck, the euphoric venom flooding your veins, heightening every thrust into explosive pleasure. You pound into her harder, hands gripping her ass, until you both shatter in orgasm—your hot seed flooding her womb as she cries out in ecstasy.

But the true transformation begins immediately after. She arches, gasping, “Your seed… it’s awakening something within.” Her flat stomach begins to swell rapidly, skin stretching taut with audible creaks. In moments, her belly balloons outward into a massive, spherical dome, growing hyper-fast to enormous proportions—larger than a full-term pregnancy with multiples, then doubling again. Veins spiderweb across the stretched, shiny skin. Her navel pops out as the orb surges to beach-ball size and beyond, her body adjusting impossibly. Inside, a huge brood of your vampiric offspring thrashes violently—a dozen or more powerful kicks and bulges ripple across her taut flesh, making her enormous belly lurch and distort grotesquely with their frantic movements.

Her breasts swell massively too, heavy and leaking dark, sweet nectar. She cradles the gigantic, writhing mound with both hands, looking at you with lust-drunk eyes and a radiant smile. “My magnificent mate,” she breathes, voice husky with awe, “your potent essence has quickened an entire Coven within me. Feel how strong they are—our dark children stirring so eagerly because of you. You’ve made me so fertile, so full… this brood will be our eternal family.”

The movements intensify, her belly shifting heavily as limbs press visibly outward. She takes your hand, pressing it to the warm, taut skin where you feel powerful thumps and rolls. “Will you calm them for me, my love? Stroke this enormous belly, soothe our thrashing brood with your touch. Care for me as I continue to grow even larger, my body expanding further to nurture and birth them all. I need you here, worshipping every inch of my changing form, feeding me, pleasuring me through the growth. Stay with me… make this coven thrive.”

Her eyes plead with desire and vulnerability as another wave of growth makes her moan, the massive, active belly quivering between you both.

[babymakingking]

Hey, I'm Dylan, I'm 33 with a deep, intense fascination for pregnancy—especially the extreme, hyper fertile kind.

I love a woman who gets wildly turned on by the idea of being incredibly heavily pregnant… the kind where your belly is massively swollen, stretched tight and round with a huge, active brood of babies kicking and squirming inside you all at once.

I fantasize about running my hands over that enormous, taut dome, feeling the constant movement of life multiplying within you, watching your body transform into this lush, ultra-pregnant goddess—breasts heavy and leaking, hips widened, every inch of you radiating pure, overwhelming fertility.

If you’re a woman who secretly (or not so secretly) craves being filled beyond belief, waddling around with that massive, writhing belly, constantly aroused by how full and bred you feel… I’d love to explore that fantasy with you. Tell me how big you imagine getting, how it feels when they all move at once, or what turns you on most about being that heavily, deliciously pregnant.

[bellystretchinglover-deactivate]

[angelicm0ans]

this… this is what i wish i could be doing at the moment. laying in bed, vibe to my cl!t, watching in endearment as our baby wriggles about while i please myself.

[babymakingking]

She is on her hands and knees across the polished timber, dark hair spilling like ink over her pale shoulders. Her breath comes in quick, trembling pulls, each exhale shuddering through her frame. Then a deep, liquid slosh echoes from within her, low and visceral. Her eyes widen.

Her fingers splay over her flat stomach just as it begins to swell.

The change is sudden and unstoppable. Flesh rises beneath her palms, firm and taut, stretching the fabric of her dress as her abdomen rounds outward, fuller and fuller, until she bears the heavy curve of someone impossibly expectant. Her hips broaden to support the weight; her posture shifts with a soft gasp. The seams of her dress strain, then surrender with a sharp rip, falling away from her newly abundant curves.

Her belly quakes, a visible stirring beneath smooth, luminous skin. The movement is alive, restless. She trembles with it, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

She looks up at you—sweet, breathless, almost shy despite the enormity of her form. “Help me,” she whispers.

When she rises with effort, she guides your hand to her swollen stomach, pressing it there, urging you to feel the rolling motion beneath. Her eyes search yours, playful despite the strain.

“I can’t do this alone,” she murmurs, a teasing warmth in her voice.

Beside her, a fallen book lies open. Its title reads only: Broodmare.

Looking to chat or roleplay with other pregnancy loving women! I look forward to hearing from you.

[babymakingking]

What do you want in an RP partner?

Someone who worships pregnancy as much as i do. Someone that craves the sensation of being impossibly full, that a wrong move could cause them to pop.

Craving the sensation of a stirring brood inside of them, constantly battling for space within their bloated, swollen womb..

Is that too much to ask? 😉

[babymakingking]

Hello! 👋

Since I've had so much fun and success in the past in meeting like-minded people in this community, I thought I'd post again and hopefully find some other people interested in chatting around our mutual attraction.. our attraction to all things *pregnancy*

As we can all agree, there isn't anything better than a bloated, swollen pregnant belly, squirming with life tossing and turning inside of you.

Gazing down your feet have left your view as your new and constantly growing womb balloons out before you, you've grown wider, heavier.. thicker as your body accommodates your weight gain, preparing you for what's to come.

So, if you're a girl who is drawn to the idea of being bred and experiencing these changes feel free to message me and we can chat all things pregnancy and have some fun with this amazing kink.

As a reward for your persistence in reading this message, here is a little gift of what's to come for you in the coming months..

I am, in fact, a *man* myself looking to chat to *women* 🙂

I am open to communicating on whatsapp if desired.

[babymakingking]

The storm presses close to the house, heat hanging in the air despite the rain, thunder rolling low and constant like something alive beyond the walls. Between two sharp cracks of lightning, a dull thud hits the front door. Then another. When I step closer, I hear it—strained breaths, a low groan dragged out between gasps, almost lost beneath the rain.

I pull the door open and the night spills in. A woman is kneeling on the porch, soaked through, hair plastered to her face and neck. Water runs off her clothes and pools at her knees. Her shoulders rise and fall as she pants, one hand braced against the doorframe as if it’s the only thing keeping her upright. Lightning flashes and for an instant I see her face clearly: pale, exhausted, eyes wide with urgency and fear.

I usher her inside without thinking. The door shuts, muting the storm to a distant roar. The air feels thick, charged. She stumbles toward the couch and lowers herself onto it with a heavy, unmistakable thud. Only then do I hear it—a deep, unsettling slosh, followed by a slow, churning sound that seems far too loud for the quiet room.

My eyes drop. The wet fabric of her clothes clings tightly to an enormous swell before her, stretching forward and outward in a way that looks almost unreal. She presses her palm against it, steadying herself, fingers splayed as if she’s grounding something restless beneath her skin. The surface shifts under her touch. Subtle ripples roll across the curve, then sharper movements, the skin tightening and relaxing in uneven waves.

She exhales and rubs the massive shape in slow circles, more calming than affectionate. “I’m sorry,” she says, voice hoarse but controlled. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

I offer her a towel, water, anything I can think of. She accepts with a tired smile, insisting she’s fine. She tells me she still has months to go—far more than seems possible—and that what I’m seeing is the result of an experiment in a nearby town. Her words spill out quietly, carefully, as if she’s rehearsed them. It went wrong. Or too right. She doesn’t say which.

Another low movement rolls through her, visible and audible, and she winces before relaxing again. She fled when she could. She just needs somewhere to stay, somewhere safe, until she figures out what comes next. Outside, the thunder answers her, shaking the windows as the storm continues to rage.

If this attracts your attention I'm eager to chat to other pregnancy loving women.