Woman with big belly fetish. I love huge heavy bellies on anyone. I love imagining being bred over and over with multiples, growing a massive belly and being kept pregnant. 18+ only!
Mommyās feeling so big and horny tonight. Your first set of twins suckling at my swollen teats with the next brood writhing and heavy in the massive orb of my belly resting between my legs on the bed. Moaning as my nipples are sucked and I feel like I canāt get any bigger but there are still many weeks to go before I birth your next litter. Youāve made me into your perfect breeding sow.
After all this time you were finally going to meet. Many messages sent back and forth about your shared fetish. In that hotel room, it was understood that it was just a fantasyā¦ the birth control would see to that. You picked out some special lingerie that accentuated your ample breasts. Two full days, enacting the fantasies of being bred. Filled repeatedly, morning and night. Leaving exhausted and satisfied, knowing it was just a shared fantasy.Ā
A few weeks later, your breasts are heavy and sore and your dress feels tight around the middleā¦ oh noā¦
More time passes and you plan to meet again. You give him the code to the hotel room door to meet you. Another weekend planned of fulfilling fantasies. He opens the door and sees you for the first time.Ā
It hadnāt worked. Maybe you missed a dose or something but somehow the birth control had failed. You sat reclined on the bed, propped up with pillows, wearing, as best you could, the same lingerie.Ā
But this time your breasts, now huge vein-marked melon-like teats, are barely covered by the skimpy fabric.Ā
Your legs are splayed to the sides and your belly, now riddled with stretch-marks, rests heavily between them on the mattress. Not only did the birth control fail, but you managed to have three eggs fertilized. Triplets when you wanted to have none. Your hand resting on the massive rise of your belly, feeling them kick and squirm inside, the other hand rubbing the tight, stretched skin for relief.Ā
He sees you, panting and softly moaning under the weight of his brood, wetness visible around your thick nipples, and can smell your dripping, swollen pussy. He made you a breeding cow after one weekend and now all of his fantasies are being fulfilled.Ā
Hmmmm if I could choose whatever I wantedā¦ multiple rapid hyper pregnancies. Made massively pregnant over and over. I love the slow growth of a normal pregnancy but itās also very tempting to think about the uncontrollable stretching and heaviness quickly overtaking me, weighing me down and immobilizing me. And I love the threat that after I birth each round, Iāll only have a short time before Iāll be impregnated again.
My hand is under my belly- the crease where my hips meet my forward growing and rounding abdomen. If you were to look at me youād guess Iām 5 months along at least. And that was the problem. I was only 8 weeks, but it was my fourth pregnancy and with each new pregnancy my body was giving itself away sooner and sooner each time.
Im staring at myself in the mirror. Wearing sweats and a sports bra thats a little too tight, no shirt, with my hair up in a messy bun. I look way too pregnant this early on. There was absolutely zero chance I was going to be able to hide this at all. I was already starting to round out and poke through some of my shirts.
āThere is literally no way I can hide this oneā
I couldnāt stop staring at myself in the mirror, I rubbed my soft belly, half expecting to feel a kick just from the size I was even though I knew it was weeks too soon. With my hand still on my belly, I thought about how badly I wanted to show with my first pregnancy. I couldnāt show fast enough and I didnāt pop out enough either. And now I took a test because I thought I already looked pregnant and the test only confirmed it.
The first time you got me pregnant I asked you every single day if you could tell I was pregnant yet, If I looked it, if you thought people we knew could tell, if you thought strangers who saw me in public could tell. I wanted people to know I was pregnant so bad and I carried that pregnancy so small. The milestones felt like they took forever and a day to reach. At that time I always wanted to be bigger. I saw moms on their second and third pregnancies and saw they had the bellies I wanted. And now, on my fourth, Iām bigger than I thought to be at this stage and I canāt believe how fast everything is happening.
You walk in and look at me grinning, pleased with yourself. āI love seeing you like this. It lets the world know youāre mineā
āIm too big for this early!ā
āAre we sure they measured you right?ā
āYes!! How am I supposed to hide this from anyone when this bump is already taking shape under my clothes! Look at how much Iām already protruding!ā
āSo we canāt have another after thisā¦?ā
I roll my eyes. āThatās not what I saidā
And I was right. I couldnāt hide it. People were already looking at me. Strangers not knowing any better looked at my belly more than any other pregnancy (or maybe I just paid even more attention) and friends and family that noticed my shirts fitting snug or round asked āanother oneā¦?ā Since I had recently just had our last.
And to make it worse, it was June. There was no way to cover up and hide it. Much too warm for that. At home I wore a bra but no shirts. In public I wore loose flowy clothing.
Everything hit sooner and harder. I was sleepier. I wanted more naps. I was hungrier. My cravings were so intense and I felt like I couldnāt stop eating.
I was also worried that Iād need to get even bigger maternity clothes than I already had. My belly button was already starting to change! From an innie to getting more and more shallow by the day.
By August, the four months mark, I was already starting to slow down how quickly I could lift myself up from sitting down. I started seeking out chairs that had arm rests so I could gently let myself down and push myself up. I started needing to pause what I was doing to take deeper breaths. I could not believe I was already breathing heavily and groaning to push myself up. When I had to sit on a bench, you knew the drill. You automatically got up and gave me your hand to pull me up when I had no armrests to help hoist myself up. And we both used those moments to gauge how much heavier Iād become since whenever the last time was that you had to pull me up. I didnāt need to beg you to notice how much I grew each day anymore. We could feel me weighing more each time.
I also carried this pregnancy much lower than my previous ones. My third was low but this felt even lower. If I wasnāt wearing a dress, my stretch mark filled belly was peaking out the bottom of any top I had. I realized quickly that it would only be a matter to time before dresses as shirts were going to be the only thing that fit me.
As I progressed stomach looked like it was carrying and being weighed down by a bowling ball. Besides the fact that I was putting on weight more quickly, the way I was carrying the extra weight was affecting my posture. I had given up on trying to prevent stretch marks after my second pregnancy. And they definitely were here during this fourth.
My belly was not the only place I was full of stretch marks on my body- I was spilling out of my shirts. Everything I wore looked inappropriate because it all was too tight. You loved telling me how much you loved to see my boobs jiggle as I walked around. When we lay in bed at night together you often gently use a finger to trace the stretch marks on my body, it helps with the self consciousness that kicks in when your body slowly stops remaining to be just yours.
By five and a half months I was already starting to feel the onset of waddling. People were constantly asking me when I was due and shocked at how much time I still had to go. I would get asked it I was having multiples constantly. And I was already able to start using my belly as a desk.
My body was always a play toy for you and my pregnant body was your favorite play toy. Whether it was absent-mindedly, while you were driving, when we were spooning, when you were lifting my belly to give me relief, or just because you wanted to feel, I loved it. Feeling your hand on me whenever I am pregnant feels better than having your hands on me when Iām not.
Now officially I my third trimester, I already looked ready to pop completely. I was so uncomfortable, I was starting to grow from big round belly to a belly that has nowhere to grow but forward. What was before a bowling ball shape now has a become a heavy round belly that has distinct downward curve that forced me to lean even further back whenever I have to walk (waddle slowly) in order for me to counter the weight pulling me forward. A layer of fat adds permanent love handles that fold at my hips.
I feel ridiculous in my own body. Every part of me is beyond the size of how I had previously carried. My widened hips are forcing me to waddle and prevent anything I owned from fitting. I feel like a caricature of myself. My heavy downward curved stomach refuses to be fully covered unless I wear maxi dresses. My tits is spilling out everything I own. Everything has stretch marks. Under my belly button, my tits, my widened hips, my bigger and softer ass.
And yet. When you come from behind me to lift the fourth belly youāve given me to help alleviate the back pressure and you whisper in my ear ācan we do this one last time?ā I canāt find it in me to say no. When you slowly release and the belly goes back to pulling me forward, I wonder if this is the last time Iāll ever feel this way again.
Itās so hot thinking that my belly becomes someone prized possession. Iām bred and swollen and my belly is the trophy that they get to show off and be proud of. Proof that they bred me hard
my boyfriend barely talked me into having his baby while weāre still long distance and now it turns out itās triplets?! iām only 30 weeks and iām already so big i canāt skype sex with him like i used to.
Hucow farm where they strap you down with your udders hanging to be milked, and offer complimentary dildos to keep your horny hole satisfied while youāre sucked continuously. And your dumb hucow brain gets so used to being continuously fucked and youāre so unaware of anything outside of your teats, that you donāt even notice when a real person replaces the dildo and cums inside.
By the time you start to feel stirring low in your guts and understand why your belly has been swelling the past few months, itās too late to do anything about it. But youāre okay with that. it feels right, that a slow, docile, needy cow like you should have a heavy, bred belly making every movement so ponderous and difficult.
Besides, the farm has even been nice enough to place you on a new milking station that cuts away for your pregnant belly to hang through. In your haze of milking and fucking, you feel gloved hands sometimes coming by to palpate and measure the bump ripening tighter and heavier every day. Sometimes, youāre vaguely aware that the hands are coming from behind you, that someone is breathing against your back, that the length pounding into you must belong to a person whoās holding your pregnant gut and muttering something about what a good cow you are. You moan gently, and you clench and spasm around their cock, another orgasm bleeding into the full-body feeling of being constantly used.
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