here there be monsters

25 | side blog for the side blog

[imnotpregnant]

Okay here's a wall of text about my priest guy fulfilling his destiny and letting a tentacle flesh monster fuck him full of his god king's cum until his tummy is engorged. Hope you guys enjoy and if not me and my weed smoking girlfriend's (three of them) will be jacking off to hot fucked up shit. You won't understand.

He was notified of his fate five days before the ritual. Informed that he was chosen for a very important role and the prophecy was to be carried on by his hand... or his midsection rather. Lukas remembered being uncertain, only for a moment, when the high elder to bring him the news chuckled and patted Lukas' still flat tummy as he said that. And that night, when Lukas returned to his bedchamber, there was a note on his desk stating to appear before the high council down in the forbidden dungeon deep below the Church and to prepare. *"swallow the contents of the vial and become something greater."* was the signoff at the bottom of the letter. alongside the note was, clear enough, an opaque little vial which fit in the palm of Lukas' hand. He popped the cork and peered inside. Lukas didn't know what to expect but a tiny, pale pink grub like mutant wasn't it. It undulated in its tight confines in a way that made Lukas' stomach flip. He was supposed to ingest a mutant. That was what the Church wanted of him. The dark priest felt like he was staring at his fate and it looked grim and pudgy all squished at the bottom of the little bottle in his hand. It trembled ever so slightly, Lukas' hand, from what this meant. And how Lukas had no idea what that meaning was.

This wasn't any type of mutant he was familiar with; no type this small and puffy had made it into his studies nor his research to further his knowledge in the dead god's domain. This was something that the Church kept veiled for whatever reason. Even from the dark priests like himself and that scared the hells out of Lukas. The kind of things they kept in the dark were probably something Lukas didn't want to be apart of. His dead, forgotten god used to make men's minds into mush and bodies unrecognizable within moments at the mere mention of its name. Even his God's remnants were too much for mere mortal men to handle most of the time. Anything His Church wanted hidden from the world meant danger and corruption to follow... So what was this thing in his hand? And would he even still be Lukas Halse after all this? Would this change him into something unrecognizable? Even to himself? Lukas stared into the vial as his thoughts raced but he already knew what he was going to do. The Church always reflected the King's will and if the Church wanted Lukas to ingest a mutant and "become greater", who was Lukas to question their divine judgment? The tremble in his hand kept up as he threw his head and the vial back and didn't think about the slimy mutant sliding down his throat even before he swallowed. But it was done. Now all Lukas had to do was wait.

His lips and tongue began to tingle almost immediately and he could feel the thing gliding heavily down his gullet into his stomach but Lukas didn't lose his mind or begin to sprout odd growths anywhere. He waited a few moments more for something to happen but nothing did... not until that night. That night began the several days long heat in the pit of his stomach. His insides didn't quite burn but the warmth was uncomfortable and his whole body was drenched in sweat as he tossed and turned in his bed. It felt like his guts were rearranging within him. Like his intestines were alive and twisting beneath his skin. He hardly ate, he didn't leave his room, all he could stand to endure were the flames growing more intense inside him.

They came for him when it was time. Lukas didn't even notice them in his near delirious state until they were pulling him out of the bed and leading him out of his room. Taking him to the dungeon. The high elders to escort the sweaty dark priest gave calm words of encouragement and gentle caresses to his head, shoulders, and stomach all the way down to their destination. Lukas tried not to freak out. He tried to keep calm; to keep his composer as his high elders lead him to his destiny but when stone steps turned to pulsating, breathing pale meat beneath his bare feet and the narrow walls closing in grew thicker with flesh, Lukas had to be held tight in the grasp of the high elders escorting him while he tried to break free. But destiny waited for no man. Massive flesh tendrils littered the single roomed dungeon that turned out to be much larger than Lukas could have ever expected. The tendrils hung from the ceiling... or maybe the ground? Lukas couldn't tell where the flesh began and where it ended but it all throbbed as one every few moments in a rolling pulse that started in the far recesses of the room too dark to see where the walls met and all the way to the other side at Lukas' feet. He looked back to see the pulse wave up the steps he and the high elders descended from until it turned the corner and all was still once more for a moment. But the elders never paused their stride towards the only thing in the damn room of note: an altar. Tall, golden candelabras were stationed at each corner, giving the room some light but even they weren't safe from the flesh around them. Their bases all covered beneath the meat that wrapped around the stands in chunks and long, thin finger like tendrils; some of which almost reached halfway up, as if drawn to the warmth of the flame.

They told Lukas to lie on the living altar. Belly up, head down, try to be as comfortable as you can and relax. Lukas couldn't see the ceiling above the shadows above him. His head felt dizzy. Too clouded to really panic, like he was subdued into submission. He laid there as they removed his clothes and looked around to see more men creep out from the dark, all clad in black, open robes with nothing beneath while they surrounded the altar from afar as the last bit of clothing was removed from Lukas' body. Then the humming began. It started as a low rumble, slow at first, that broke into a chant. Deep voices all around Lukas raised in unison in a language he didn't understand as two of the high elders held down his shoulders. That was when Lukas admitted to himself that he was panicking. Just a tad. What he needed was air other than the stale, odd smelling atmosphere deep in the underbelly of the flesh but as the cacophonous chanting grew louder still, he could sense something else. Something from the darkness at his feet. Oh dead, forgotten God, give him strength to endure what was about to transpire.

His head felt like it was made of lead trying to lift it off the alter. But he had to see what his fate looked like. He had to watch. His eyes found a shape amongst the blackness and were glued to the faint movement in the shadows but it was too dark to tell where the thing ended and the darkness began until it was hovering above Lukas' legs. His heart dropped when the thing touched him but he didn't kick like his instincts commanded him to. He let the pale tendril curl around an ankle without even a flinch and watched it slither up his bare leg. It was warm with slick and Lukas could feel a slight pulse emanating from it but it wasn't constrictive. The thing was heavy, sure, but it wasn't tight in the least. Lukas widened the space between his thighs as it reached up past his knee and laid his head back down so he could take in the sensations. He needed to show no fear in the face of the high council, even if he did jump when the warm appendage licked at his entrance. This was the time to prove to his forgotten god that he was meant to bear the King's royal seed. That his body was fit for this important task. Lukas relaxed his sphincter and the warm tendril circled his rim for what seemed like longer than needed. He focused on the feeling. Let himself relax into the slick and pressure at his opening. Eventually he felt himself loosen up and a gasp left his lips as it probed further, although not by much at first before stopping and letting Lukas adjust. It was thick and another pulse rang through its tip powerful enough to be felt inside him and Lukas' cock began to stir.

But he didn't want to get hard. He had to show the high elders that his resolve held firm. That his self discipline was enough to hold out on the mission ahead; or else he too would succumb too soon to the fate that would befall mankind if he were to succeed in his mission. He too would become nothing more than a mindless lowly mutant's incubator if he weren't careful. Yet his member still came to life once the flesh tentacle got into a rhythm and really began to fuck him. The warm, slick surface of the appendage squeezed past Lukas's prostate over and over and the ribbed surface of the dammed thing made his rim swallow down each section that seemed to get bigger the more the thing inched into him. It lit the fire in his loins with every thrust. Lukas was afraid he never had a chance. He knew what mutant slick did, knew that the aphrodisiac within it made his body more receptive to pleasure meant to diminish one's own will. And that the mutants knew exactly where to apply pressure that got Lukas mewling. He was terrified that his body was too weak as the tentacle stilled and began to pulsate; his cock harder than it had ever been by the time he felt the warmth of the King's royal semen shooting deep inside him. *God, this is it.* The heat seeping inside him was too hot and he could feel the thick semen spreading throughout his insides as it turned him into a living seedbed.

The flesh buried deep inside him pulsed in waves like the pale meat below. He couldn't quite feel its throbs after a certain point, the feeling all just falling into 'somewhere deep inside' but the heat within him only grew into an uncomfortable bloat after several minutes of enduring the intrusion. Lukas heard himself breathing hard above the chants surrounding him as he began to cramp up with the royal seed swelling his insides. Focusing on how his breathing turned to heavy grunts and unable to keep his throat from letting out the occasional haughty moan spun him into another panic. He couldn't even control his damn breathing. The high elders better secured his thrashing arms as Lukas screamed out a groan, legs uselessly trying to kick the tentacle out from his entrance. His feet slid against slick and he couldn't get a good enough grip to yank it in any way when he wrapped a part of it around his ankle. It was like toying with a wriggling, slimy eel on top of not having much energy to wrestle with it in any capacity and when Lukas gave up, the tentacle rewarded him with thicker pulses almost too much for his already stretched wide rim.

The high elders hushed and cooed at Lukas above him as he calmed down but the tears began to flow. The cramping in his belly was too much and the feeling in his prostate everytime the tentacle thumped against it only radiated further along his body until every part of him felt the intensity rising iside him. It was entirely overwhelming even with the delirium clouding the brunt of the fear Lukas felt. He couldn't take it anymore, he was going to break, Lukas thought... and that was before he lifted his head to see his belly rising. So impossibly full, yet he watched himself get bigger. Rounder. Each breath in made his belly expand but every exhale didn't sink it back down. His head floped back on the altar, all his energy falling into panic. Even through all his preparation for this exact moment, he still begged through choked breaths for it to stop. That it was all too much. His stomach was too engorged and he couldn't handle the pressure anymore.

Lukas didn't know how long he had endured so far but he finally broke. "It's too much... Stop.... Plea-ase..." He choked on his words from the challenge it was to breath, he was so full. One of the high elders watching his belly swell to impossible proportions grabed his face in both hands, telling him "Child of our Lord, you *will* endure. You're body has been adapting for this. Lukas, you need to focus; you need to grow bigger still for the King and carry *all* of his glorious seed. You will hold all he has to offer as the prophecy foretold." It was difficult to focus on the high elder's words when Lukas could very much feel his elder's well endowed erection pressed up against the top of his head, dampening the part in his hair with his precum. They were all hard. Each high elder was well over the average size and Lukas could see from his peripherals that their god had blessed all them just like he blessed Lukas. Yet none were pleasuring themselves. All hands but the ones on him were held up high as the chant that Lukas tuned in and out of refused to cease. He cried out again and groaned from his chest a gutteral melody that joined the symphony of deep penetrating wails surrounding him. Suddenly hands were massaging his overswollen, domed boulder that was impossibly apart of him. Kneading into his skin and making his massive protrusion wobble and sway with weight that Lukas could feel pull his body around. The sensation along with the movements inside him that made his prostate on fire had Lukas cumming.

He was still cumming when he blacked out, akwaing to a stomach larger than any pregnant woman's he had ever seen and his hole feeling horribly empty. He laid there exhausted and uncomfortable, knowing that for the foreseeable future he was going to have to carry this belly on his long, perilous journey out of the country. Lukas refused to touch his engorged middle as the high elders helped lift him up. Oh god... would he have to climb all those step back up in this state?

[broodking]

Imagine you're the concubine of a wealthy aristocrat, and you're pregnant with his children. This isn't the product of indiscretion, but something your lord and his wife planned. It's past time to produce an heir, but she doesn't want her figure ruined by pregnancy; so they're using you as a surrogate. And you've grown quite nicely over these last few months. There's no gentler way to put it: You're fucking enormous. Eight and a half months into this pregnancy, and it looks like there's a toddler curled up inside you. The doctor assures that the babies are perfectly healthy... if anything, they're a little too spirited for your liking. When they start to tumble and kick and fight, the force of their struggles is enough to make you wince and, if you're standing, to brace on the nearest thing until they tucker themselves out, which can take minutes or more. And you're embarrassed to admit... but it turns you on. It's even worse when one of the other house servants comes up behind you in these moments of vulnerability to take advantage of the situation. Everyone is acutely aware of your condition by now, of how large and pathetic and pliable you've become. Your lord doesn't seem to mind either, that you've become such a popular toy; he's much too busy to keep up with your heightened hormones. Besides, your womb already belongs to him... along with the rest of your body. Your hips has flared considerably in preparation for the brood you'll have to push out, and your breasts have swollen up like a cow's in order to feed them. Once a slender boy, you've become an image of maternity, more voluptuous than even the lady of the house. And you love it.

it’s been two months since the duke could last keep pace with me, so to speak. it’s through no fault of his own--my lord certainly did his best, and he’s still more than eager to reassert his claim over his prized breeder. by now, though, i’m a spectacle of fertility, body warped by the unstoppable waves of hormones and changes alike that had begun to overtake me since the start of my pregnancy. even though i've had months to grow into it, i’m still not entirely used to the new swelling curves that drape over my form, the burden of maternity hanging heavily on what was once a much more lithe shape. this is obvious in almost every movement i make, quiet footsteps replaced with wide, swaying waddles that set both the still-developing heft of my well-padded ass and both achingly heavy breast (now udder seemed far more appropriate of a term for each of them, however) sagging to either side of the dome my body was now dominated by. i keep bumping into furniture i can't see over the taut, overfilled womb stretching me wide, soft hips colliding with doorframes and chairs alike as i do my best to navigate the estate.

to say that i’m heavily pregnant is an understatement in every sense of the word--but i know i've still got more to go, and i'm hauling around more and more of my own gravid form with each passing day. i’d expected to miss the freedom of movement i’d once had, or perhaps to mourn the grace i’d maintained before pregnancy became the defining feature of myself, but…i’d come to love my growing form, aching, sensitive, and so incredibly full that the thought of being any bigger seemed ludicrous. my lord had done his work in breeding me with great enthusiasm those months ago, and it seemed to have had an effect on how quickly his seed had taken within me; now with the proof of my own fertility pressing heavily onto my hips, i had to admit that my body had been just as eager to participate. he’d started out so…delicate when he'd first tried knocking me up, as though he’d worried that i could break from being filled so thoroughly, but when my appetites had become ravenous, he hadn't stood much of a chance--he’d done his best to match me and the raw craving carving its spot into my being, but the duke was still just one man. one man i’d ridden harder than any workhorse, even with his court duties taking up more of his time than i’d like; there had been some nights he'd been unable to continue, leaving me a whining, desperate mess as he switched to toying with me using his hands and mouth instead. once it started to become clear that i was wringing him dry before i was anywhere near satisfied, however, we'd broached...a diplomatic agreement, shall we say.

the duke didn't want the father of his heirs to be left wanting, and there were so many others who could fill in the gaps left by his exhaustion and duties alike. thus, i was allowed to find additional partners as i pleased, as long as i was being careful; neither of us wanted any harm to come to the babies within me, or myself, for that matter.

once we'd established the terms, i became something of a little whore rather quickly, gladly enjoying the company of anyone who’d work up the nerve to make the first move--and once word had spread around the staff, my ‘authority’ disappeared instantly. the little i'd had to begin with was replaced with my proper reputation: cocksleeve, breeding bitch, and practically free use. i'd earned every title here in these halls, legs spread and tits leaking while i was claimed in just about every room possible.

it's this line of thought that has me gasping, detouring my progress through the estate as my knees grow weak. i back up to press myself against a wall as one hand paws at my milk-stuffed breast and the other tries desperately to reach my achingly needy cunt so far below me, but i'm stopped by the unexpected interruption of one of the side tables; i can feel eyes upon me, but i pay them and the problematic piece of furniture no heed. reaching my cunt is truly an impossible task at this point, but i can't help myself--every fiber of my being is crying out for stimulation, mind racing through flickering recollections of the many times i'd been fucked like a common whore in my fine trappings as my trembling fingers strain toward the throbbing nub of my clit. it's no use, however--i haven't been able to make it past the curve of my belly in weeks, and no amount of shifting and squirming is going to move the weight of my womb anywhere else. my face is flushed, the first few beads of sweat beginning to form on my skin as my whole body grows hotter and hotter. the swollen pussy between my legs has little space to itself between my thick thighs, and my every movement is making a slick wet mess of the thin maternity robe clinging to my gravid body; i can feel drops slowly rolling down my legs, and i can't stifle the wanton moan that slips past my lips as a flurry of kicks from within my womb sets off a new wave of throbbing need.

i'm not alone in the foyer, however. the porter, who'd been weighing maintaining his post against basic decency, finally makes up his mind to come over and check on me--there's clear concern in his eyes, although he's more than a bit taken aback when he gets close enough to see that i'm not as distressed as he'd thought. quite the opposite, in fact. the flush that rises to his freckled cheeks is endearing, and i reach out to him, hand trembling; he hesitates, but he takes it after a moment's consideration.

he's cute, truth be told, a well-built man in his mid-thirties with a soft voice and even more gentle hands. i know he's had his eyes on me the entire time i've been swelling up with the duke's children, and he lets me pull him in close enough to press him up against my squirming stomach until his eyebrows shoot up in realization. i'm panting outright, each short gasp shifting my heavy breasts just enough to spur a new dribble of milk. the sheer fabric of my robes was utterly soaked in more ways than one, and the porter looks like he can't believe i'm this wet already. at this size, i can't grind against him--certainly not for lack of trying, however, even if it threatens to send me tumbling off the edge of the table i'd braced myself against. it doesn't matter where we are. not to me, anyway--the entry hall was deserted, but that hardly prevented anyone from just walking in if they so chose. even with the threat of interruption looming overhead, i know i'm begging now, murmured pleases all turning into a near-constant stream pouring from my mouth; he bites his lip and starts fumbling for the top button of his pants, and i'm fucking elated.

it takes an agonizingly long second for him to free his cock from his clothes, but when he does, i'm hardly disappointed. right now, i couldn't care less if he was hung like a horse or not--i just needed someone in me right now, but the porter's turned out to be quite a respectable choice. he leans me back, carefully thumbing the lips of my cunt apart in preparation for his entrance, and i bury my face into the crook of his neck and moan once i feel his tip slide in. he's...slow. careful, deliberate--but slow all the same, and i whine as i find myself stretching only gradually around him. i'd wanted hard and fast, but the porter had different ideas, and i was in no position to argue, either.

"Just look at you." he mumbles almost reverently, one hand hesitantly reaching up to cup one of my breasts. "You're almost too pregnant, aren't you? All swollen up like that." i shudder as he finally thrusts into me completely, delicately squeezing a stream of milk from my nipple before his hand wandered down to my belly. i feel full for the first time in what felt like forever, and i'm far too intoxicated by the feeling to even try to argue--not that i could, besides. i'd hardly be in this position otherwise. "Maybe-- Maybe once the Duke's kids are out of you, I might try seeing how you'd look carrying mine." dirty talk is clearly not his forte, but bless him, he's trying. “You’d like that, huh?” i nod, trying to get more and more of him inside me with every little movement--never mind the fact that i’m already speared on his dick, reduced to nothing more than a ragged, horny mess. all i can think of is how good it feels to be fucked, and the porter is so careful with me the entire time that it’s almost laughable. i’ve already been bred full of another man’s babies, and i’ve enjoyed every single second of it; i’ve been a wanton little whore around the estate since my hormones first began to spike, and everybody knew it. i could take far rougher treatment and had happily done so before, but he’s unwilling to risk hurting me. it’s sweet, but i find myself almost missing the dull sting of teeth against my skin--at least, until he starts pulling back to thrust into me all over again, that is.

“You think these kids are rowdy? Highborn kids won’t hold a candle to what I’ll put in you.” my overfilled womb shifts underneath his hand, as if trying to contest the claim. all it succeeds in doing is overwhelming me with another barrage of pleasure, and i cry out in utter bliss as the porter speeds up. his steady rhythm already had me on the edge, but he’s not stopping yet--by the time he’s ready to come himself, i’ve already ridden through two orgasms of my own, soon to be three. my hips are moving on their own, slamming my heavy body into him to be sure i get every last drop of his cum in me as though my life depended on it. it doesn’t matter that i’m already this pregnant--i’ve had the need to breed practically burned into me by my own body, and i can’t abide the thought of letting anything leak out. the porter curses softly, screwing his eyes shut as he presses me to his chest; that’s all the warning i get before he fills me with his load, and the heat pooling inside me is what my sex-addled mind latches onto the most.

i’ve been bred once again, reminded of my purpose here at the estate--to carry offspring, growing round and ripe for my lord and all his fancies. the porter's shuddering breaths seem far louder to me than my own cries of ecstasy, reverberating off the cold marble walls around us to provide a whorish chorus; he's so close to me, though, filling me with every inch of his length and all the seed he had to offer, and i want it all. the soft tittering of spectators commentating on our performance eventually begins to reach me once the rush of blood in my ears wanes, and my eyes flutter half-open to scan the room. the porter has gone from flushed to beet red, already scrambling to stutter an apology to the others--but i clench around his cock again, and his efforts devolve into a sharp gasp.

everyone here had already had their turns with me before--now, he too was counted among their number. and perhaps if i was lucky, maybe i could get a few of them stepping forward to help the porter for another round...

[moved-bigbarabelly]

i actually put some effort into this 

[bigbarabelly]

ITS BEEN 10 YEARS?!

[wereknightpreg]

(pregnancy denial/obliviousness, knight x wizard, belly worship, pregnant sex)

Gruff, older knight getting knocked up by the younger, carefree, scatter-brained court wizard. They've been fucking for a while when the knight's belly starts to swell, but he barely notices, not expecting to get pregnant at his age.

The wizard meanwhile, noticed the knight's belly the last time they fucked, but he totally forgets to actually talk about it, just files it away as fact and continues doing a dozen magical experiments at once.

They don't see each other everyday, as their duties keep them busy, so it's been a week when they are seated next to each other at an official banquet as usual. The knight is quiet, listening as the wizard just chatters away next to him, not eating much because his stomach is upset.

But when the wizard just walks him to his quarters as usual and mentions between magical treatises how much he wants to fuck his knight, all sickness is quickly forgotten as he's been thinking about this all week, libido unusually high for some reason.

The wizard fucks him with his usual enthusiasm and constant praise, running his hands all over the knight's body and paying a lot of attention to his belly.

The knight takes his leave right after, saying he has to get up early to go hunt tomorrow. The wizard gives him one last kiss and waves at his retreating back, already fantasising about fucking his knight again when he's bigger, heavy belly hanging underneath him.

This continues for a months, the knight being teased about his 'beer gut' and that maybe it's time to retire soon. It bothers him, all the more because he really is feeling more tired and slow. Maybe he should pay the physician a visit. He's been feeling ill and his stomach is constantly upset. And he really was gaining weight, the wizard coming up with increasingly novel positions to fuck him comfortably.

Though he never complained about the knight's changing body. In fact, he was practically jumping for joy, constantly rubbing his belly and praising his looks. At least his libido was keeping us with his younger lover.

It was exactly that libido that found him and the wizard fucking up against the wizard's huge desk. Being a fair bit taller, the knight was bent over, hands planted among the papers and quills, fat belly spilling onto the desktop.

But while he's being fucked just right, he feels the same strange sensation in his belly he's had for weeks now, only much stronger. He groans, and frantically pats the wizards thigh behind him.

The wizard pulls out, making him hiss, and sits him in a big chair. Then he kneels and starts massaging the knight's belly, occasionally planting kisses.

A little embarrassed at having his gross bulging gut touched so reverently, the knight looks around for a distraction and finds a loose sheet of paper stuck to his hand, a little damp with sweat. He idly reads it.

If my calculations are right, today is about the halfway point. The recent growth spurt supports my projected due date too. Movement has been getting more frequent. Though he remains stoic, I can see the pregnancy is starting to wear on him, so I've been-

Before he's finished the page, his hands have gotten clammier and all he can hear is his pulse hammering in his head. Stunned, he looks down his belly at the wizard. The constant praise of the past months had rather faded into the background, but now the words were crystal clear.

'My big bear, carrying it so well, growing so big. The kicks are really strong today!'

The knight's eyes return to the slip of paper.

-so I've been keeping an even closer eye. With how quickly he started showing, it might be twins-

'It looks so good on you, big round belly-'

The strange sensation returns, and this time he feels it: movement deep in his womb.

From the wizard's point of view, he was doting on his beloved's belly one second, then watching him flee the room the next.

Tracking down the knight takes hours, convincing him to come back and talk does too, but eventually they return to his quarters together and talk until dawn.

The wizard had agreed to meet the king bright and early yesterday, so he leaves with a thousand apologies and a promise to be back in an hour or so.

The knight spends that hour lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling unseeingly, just breathing in and out. His big, hairy belly rises and falls with each breath. From this angle, he can still see it, growing rounder and then deflating, but always looking frighteningly huge.

He'd been angry at the wizard of course, for not telling him anything, but if he was honest, he was most angry at himself for being an oblivious idiot.

Slowly sitting up took some effort, but feeling the weight of his belly spill unto his lap wasn't unpleasant. Neither was feeling his belly hang underneath him as he carefully climbed off the bed. The looking glass in his quarters was too small to see all of him, but just the sight of his shallow navel and round, firm abdomen sent a shiver down his back.

He lay back down and, almost shyly, touched his own belly. Stroking both hands up and down, he could feel something kick inside and outside.

At some point, the wizard had mentioned that he really believed his belly was big enough for twins. It seemed unimaginable. And yet...

They had forgiven each other before the wizard left, but he was still nervous to return to the knight's quarters. Worshipping your lover's gravid belly, for months, while he himself was utterly ignorant of the life inside, will do that to a man.

But he needn't have worried, as he was flattened against the wall by that same belly as soon as he came in and kissed until there was no air left in his lungs.

One month later, the knight had officially retired, and unofficially been promised he could return to train the recruits whenever he was ready. The wizard and he moved into their new, bigger quarters.

Next spring, he was demonstrating how to hold a sword properly, newly pregnant belly swelling even faster than it had the first time.

[broodking]

🐉The minotaur was born to royalty. Imagine instead of being locked away, he took the throne and you were married to him. Fucked by a monstrously strong bull-man with a massive cock and hefty balls, giving you a huge swaying cum belly, the seed takes, then overtime you start to change, becoming more bovine...

😫😫😫

riding that thick cock until i’m filled to the brim, giving him everything as royalty deserves—when he says he’s going to make me such a good breeding cow the first night he ruts me into oblivion, i don’t think much of it, too lost in the sensation of being stretched wide around his dick. i’m a hole for him to fill right now, and he sure is doing it well—it’s no surprise when he comes, but how long he’s able to fill me is a bit more unexpected. when he’s done, i’m left with a sloshing stomach, taut and round with his seed. it’s only gonna be a little longer before all that starts to grow into his calves, and i get to fulfill my duty as royal consort

when my tits swell with milk, though, they’re not the only part of m to do so. there’s a soft spot just under my baby bump, swiftly sagging and filling up—it’s soon quite evident that i’m growing a proper udder, and it quickly grows into a heavy, dragging sack of milk caught underneath the pressure of my active belly. the minotaur is eager to milk me, both with his hands and his mouth—and i’m all too vocal, rewarding his efforts with moans and moos alike. with an udder like this in my way, there’s no way i’ll be able to close my legs any time soon—especially not with my massive belly growing more wnd more every day. as more and more of myself begins to become bovine, i start to realize that he hadn’t just been talking dirty that first night—he’d made a promise, and he sure was making good on it

[peekupgarter]

[yourleastfavoritemom]

my view 😵‍💫 🥴 💕 ✨

[yourbigtiddyqueen]

Mommy Milkers Monday <3

[dantte357]

[loadbearingbelly]

A new guy! Hard at work having the baby he's wanted so badly for years.

(edited the post to move the shirtless version with the other pictures)

[spaznix]

big belly

[breeding-enby]

Two months before I got pregnant & 6 months pregnant now ✨💛

I love my growing body ✨

(Btw~ got out of my bath tonight and realized I’ve started lactating 🥴)

[doctorjackdaw]

mayternity 16 - angels / demons

in another life?

[backyardboytoy]

There’s not enough love for big guys with beer bellies getting bed and bred. Talking about big guys whose shirts were already tight around their bellies walking out of the bar with an even larger belly than they started the night with, pumped full of seed after a backed up breeder asked them very politely if they could use them as a cumdump. They feel HUGE, their bellies so full and taking up all of the space it can, pushing their considerably smaller chest up slightly to make room. They’re just so perfectly round, and they can’t keep their hands off themselves as they huff and puff about their current predicament which they very much asked for

Oh I do favor watching a no belly or minimal belly slowly grow in a massive thing- but yeah. Guys with beer guts who are already big enough for people to be making "Whens the baby due" jokes before slapping his gut. And maybe he doesn't fully think through the breeder asking to use his hole as a cumdump. At least he thought he had until that massive breeding cock made for converting normal peoples holes into breedable only sluts, gets pulled out of his boxers.

But he's horny and doesn't back down and ends up with his already straining gut bulging out a size larger with said cock. And then even more with the heavy load of cum dumped right into him. Gut sloshing loud only quieting and then rounding further and further as time goes on. Till he looks like he swallowed a large beach ball. Or he's lugging around a massive beer gut never seen before- but the movement of the multiple babies absolutely packed in his belly make it so as soon as you seen it you couldn't assume anything but the truth.

The fact that this man is pregnant with so many brats its practically obscene he's even out in public like this.

[shockspectrum]

imagine spending months thirsting for a big daddy dom bear with fat hairy man tits and when you finally fuck him you squeeze his tits and milk comes out and you realize all at once that that’s not a beer belly

[fond-of-round]

sometimes you get filled up with caught up with life and you dont even notice

[sapphicbump]

Why is this so short?? 💢💢

[macromastash]