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. 🤰

[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.

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[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.

[babymakingking]

She is already impossibly full, her body long past its limits, when the pressure changes.

It no longer comes in waves. It builds dense, insistent, spreading outward from deep inside her core. Her belly lurches violently, the surface distorting as massive movements slam against her from within. She cries out, the sound breaking into breathy gasps as her stomach swells again, roundness ballooning lower and wider, dragging her balance away from her.

The noises are wrong—deep, liquid gurgles layered with hollow thumps and vibrating hums that echo through her torso. Her belly quivers, stretching tight and glossy as it expands, each internal surge sending a hot, dizzying rush through her nerves. She can’t stay upright. Her legs tremble, thighs thickening and straining as they fail beneath the sudden weight.

She collapses onto her side with a helpless sound, the massive curve of her belly pulling her down, pinning her partially in place. Panting, flushed, she clutches at herself, overwhelmed by the way her body keeps changing—breasts swollen and aching, hips spread wide, breath shallow and fast. The sensations blur together: discomfort melting into something dangerously pleasurable, a deep, humming fullness that leaves her shaking.

Barely mobile now, trapped beneath her own enormous weight, she lies there gasping as her belly churns and shifts, alive and restless. Whatever is happening to her isn’t stopping—and her body responds as though it was made for this impossible transformation.

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Looking to chat and connect with other pregnancy admirers (women) DM's are open!

As a reward for reading this post, here is my vision for you..

[babymakingking]

She’s wedged beside me at the table, plates and elbows and candles boxing her in, and her belly has definitely grown since we sat down. It presses against the underside of the table now, round and unignorable, forcing her spine into a careful lean-back posture she’s pretending is just “getting comfortable.”

I slide closer under the excuse of passing a serving dish.

Below the table, my hand finds her belly.

Even through layers of fabric, it’s impossible to miss—warm, firm, stretched impossibly full. And moving. Not subtly, either. The brood inside her shifts in overlapping waves, nudges stacking on top of each other instead of spacing out. I feel it clearly under my fingers, a rolling pressure that makes me inhale sharply before I can stop myself.

She freezes for half a second.

I lean toward her ear, whispering with a grin,

“They’re very busy right now.”

Her reply is barely more than breath. “They’ve been like that for ten minutes,” she murmurs. “I’m running out of space.”

Another movement ripples under my palm, stronger this time—enough that her knee bumps mine as she stifles a laugh that turns into a soft gasp. She presses both hands to the tabletop, steadying herself, belly swelling forward just enough that I know she feels it too.

Around us, conversation continues. Cutlery clinks. Someone tells a long story.

Under my hand, the stirring intensifies—crowded, purposeful, accompanied by a deep internal shifting sensation she clearly wasn’t expecting. Her breath catches. My fingers tense instinctively as the pressure builds instead of fading.

Then it happens.

A loud, unmistakable gurgle, followed by a low, resonant rumble, sounds from deep within her.

She gasps sharply, clutching her belly with both hands as the movement surges again—harder, fuller, impossible to mistake.

The table goes quiet.

And every head starts to turn.

[babymakingking]

Christmas Day should have been simple—family chatter, cooking, music drifting through the house. But for Sara, the morning starts with a strange pressure beneath her ribs, a tightness she can’t explain. What was a gentle swell at sunrise becomes a noticeable bump by breakfast. Her movements slow, her breathing grows shallow, and her tail flicks anxiously as she tries to hide the curve beneath borrowed clothes.

Every hour, the change sharpens.

By late morning, her belly presses outward with an unmistakable roundness, her center of gravity shifting as she walks. Dylan catches glimpses of her slipping into empty rooms, hands braced under the growing weight. His worry deepens as he sees her stiffen and steady herself against counters, her skin warm and stretched.

She finally lets him see—lifting her sweater just enough. Her stomach is fuller than ever, taut and visibly alive. Tiny ripples dance beneath the surface, followed by slow, stronger rolls that make her gasp. Whatever is growing is active, energetic… numerous.

By mid-afternoon, she can barely bend. Her hips ache. Her back throbs. The brood inside her shifts constantly, as if impatient. She avoids family members entirely now, hiding in shadowed hallways and empty guest rooms, breathing through the relentless expansion.

As evening settles in and Christmas lights glow softly through the windows, Sara lowers herself onto Dylan’s bed—then realizes she can’t stand without help. Her belly is enormous, heavy enough that her thighs tremble when she tries to move. The young inside her respond to every shift, stretching her further, making her wince as the pressure grows.

Nearly immobile, overwhelmed, she looks up at Dylan with wide, pleading eyes.

They need answers.

They need a plan.

And they need to figure out why this forbidden union has made her the host of a rapidly maturing brood.

[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 🙂

An open to communicating on whatsapp if desired.

[babymakingking]

The water trembled around her as her belly surged upward, round and taut beneath her palms. Every breath came uneven, her chest rising as the life within her twisted and pressed, stretching her from the inside out. Ripples raced to the rim of the tub, splashing softly over porcelain.

Her fingers dug in gently, trying to steady the restless motion, but it only grew stronger — a deep, pulsing rhythm that seemed to shake through her entire body. She let out a shuddering breath, torn between awe and exhaustion, feeling the living storm beneath her skin.

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Good morning/afternoon all.

Looking for a likeminded woman who craves to be in the situation of our heroine here. Swollen beyond belief and embracing/craving the changes that come with carrying such a brood.

Fire me a message if this interests you.

[babymakingking]

Good morning/afternoon/evening!

I would love to chat to any willing pregnancy admiring women out and about in this community. I've had great success in the past and am hoping for this once again. It can be quite fun sharing a kink like this in common.

Keeping it short and sweet, don't be afraid to message! I'm always open for a chat.

*As a reward for your time*

You lean back, breathless beneath the sheer weight of yourself, your shirt pushed up to bare the vast curve of your belly. Your arms circled it instinctively, hands smoothing over the taut skin as little waves of motion rippled beneath your touch. Each squirm, each flutter, sent a delicious shiver through. “They won’t settle tonight,” You murmured, your voice soft but playful, “they’re begging for your touch.”

You tilted your head toward me, eyes gleaming, lips curling in a teasing smile. “Come here… feel them,” You coaxed, guiding your hand as another strong shift pressed outward. The sensation made you gasp, caught between awe and delight. Immobile beneath their restless energy, You savored every moment, every ripple of life filling me to the brim. “Do you see what you’ve done to me?” You whispered, equal parts tender and flirty, trembling under the wonder of it all.

As you continue to gaze at the enormous expense before you, constant quaking going on within you, sloshing and groaning with every movement as your body struggles to contain the brood within you.