im a big fan of how you added breasts alongside the fake belly in your vid/pics. are there any other parts of feminization that you'd want to go through if you got pregnant?
The only other thing I can really think of that would be considered 'feminized' would be delivering whatever offspring vaginally, however I am intrigued of delivering offspring in many other ways. Do you associate any other body parts as 'feminization'? This is an interesting, odd question.
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?
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.
Only the surrounding is fake... the body- ive perfected a weighted, most realistic belly that even has movement inside when moving around using a weight and water bag.
Wendy had always been a size queen as long as she could remember. She loved the sensation of wonderfully round objects filling up her holes. She loved teasing the tips of them around her labia before pressing the object with firm desire on her opening. At first her vagina would yield, digging slightly into her pelvis before any stretching would start at all.
She could get acquainted with the temperature. Cold objects ran shivers down her entire body often making her more sensitive. Then… A slip. She would gasp from deep within her chest as the cold cylinder would slip inside of her, her eyes would roll into the back of her head as she tried to hang on to consciousness, Wendy’s head a fuzzy mess from the pleasure. She would rather be stuffed with something warm, feeling it burn up the insides of her pussy as she stretched and strained to warm up her belly.
With her legs spread she would push out toys all night, as hours went on she would increase the size of them as the night would go on to shameful sizes. Each toy would only edge her until the largest she could take would make her black but in an orgasm.
It was a sensation she was long robbed of for the majority of her pregnancy. From the safe period, to moving into her new apartment, nausea and aches she rarely found time to masturbate as she once did. Wendy was at least 9 months removed from her last size play.
One of her favorite parts was staring at herself while she carried around the toy. A mirror facing the foot of her bed, she would take a long, hard look at her body. Her toy would bulge impressively, pushing out her skin to the outside, she would often poke the bottom of her pelvis to move it under her skin, biting her lip in pure bliss.
This morning her full term pregnant belly gave her a reminder of what a sight she truly was. She stared at herself in the mirror completely naked as her morning routine typically went. Wendy sat on her knees with a pillow between her thighs. Her right hand was occupied by a wanded vibrator on its highest setting, bouncing frantically on her pillow.
“Unf… Aah… Yes… Yes....” Wendy mumbled, staring at herself in the mirror. She was ginormous, with her belly occupying her body. At this stage of her pregnancy her belly hung low, beginning to imitate the feeling of the toys she was getting ready to push out.
“Ooh… Fuck… Yesss” She moaned, getting her other hand to rub her belly. As she got to her climax she drew her fingers around her stretch marks, the scars that she could only wish her toys would leave on her.
“Mmmmmm…” She groaned with her teeth clenched. Wendy pressed her fingers into her belly, trying to feel her baby through her tightly stretched skin.
“Ffuck!! Cum!!! Cumming!!!!” Wendy leaned her body forward into the orgasm grinding on her pillow to dig the nice, smooth silicone head of her vibrator over her puffed sensitive lips.
The orgasm made her heart race, gave her a full body sensation and a tingle and made her breathe through her mouth. A braxton hicks contraction came over her belly. “Ahhhhh…. Ohhhhhh.” She moaned as it all came to an end.
As was the case for most days, Wendy wasn’t satisfied. She rode her pillow as compensation for not currently having a man, and having a man was rehab for stuffing herself full of huge toys during her pregnancy.
Suddenly, something inside of her gave in. Wendy rolled off from her bed and waddled over to her kitchen. She returned with her hands full of various foodstuffs of all shapes and sizes. Eager and not wanting to let herself come to her senses, she lay all of the groceries on the floor along with her designated humping pillow and her wand.
Wendy had to lift her belly up to see her pussy in the mirror. Panting, she licked her fingers and spread herself wide. It appeared her lips had gotten fatter since she last tried stuffing.
With her lips held open, she sucked the wide section of an uncooked chicken egg and began to insert it into her vagina. Wendy stared as the white egg began to become enveloped in her outer lips before feeling it inside of her. And then, she felt herself stretch.
Even a relatively small item like an egg forced Wendy to cover her mouth with the sensation. It was the first tie in months she had been penetrated with anything but her fingers. And just like that, none of the white shell was anywhere to be seen inside of her.
She tried to find the egg on the surface of her vagina, but all she grabbed was the base of her pregnant belly. Wendy’s muscle memory began to kick in.
She spread her legs out before the mirror, holding them apart by her knees as she began to push. “Ooo…” She groaned as she mustered up the force inside of her.
Pushing as she once did, she could feel the egg start to descend down her vagina into her opening. A little bit of the white tip of the egg began to slightly peek out from inside of her.
“Haa. Haa. OO!” She gasped as the widest part of the egg shot from the force of her pushing. It missed the protective pillow and popped comically from her pussy onto the carpet in front of her, covered in her viscous juices. In response, her baby gave it’s mother a couple kicks from inside of the womb, feeding Wendy’s desires further to rub her expanded belly in response
Her face was red like masturbation hadn’t done to her in so long, her head began to tingle, her whole body going back into remission over the sensation of bulging once more.
She missed the feeling of being penetrated deeply, and she thought the egg had potential to go much deeper.
Wendy’s second item was a banana wrapped in a plastic bag, making sure none of the woody ends would stretch her up on the inside. For her own reference, she held the banana up to her hip level and measured it against her torso. From her hips to the tip, the fruit measured all the way to her popped belly button. For what it was, at least her big, pregnant belly had already dropped for labor.
She got on her knees for this one, aligning the banana behind her she brought her increased full weight down onto the banana. Stretching her vagina open more in it’s deepest than it had ever been she couldn't help but to roll her eyes and bite her lip, grabbing a hold of her milk filled breasts as if she was riding a real cock.
Up from the pillow the stem of the banana stuck out like a handle from under Wendy. With a loose grip on the stem she began to feed it deeper into her vagina until it rang like a doorbell on her dropped cervix. “Hnnnghh.. OOOhhhhh!” She moaned with her eyes crossed as her baby was tussled beneath her skin.
Her body was more reluctant to release the banana, Wendy’s hands fought the suction of her pussy. It left with an audible pop from her pussy.
For the biggest object she had taken with her, it shared a name with her belly button that poked out. A navel orange was taken straight out of the fridge and sat by her thighs as she pushed out the banana. Staring at the cold, porous surface with the navel to poke inside, her body began to tremble in anticipation.
Lifting her belly and spreading her lips again, it took both hands to apply constant pressure into her puffy pussy lips. Her fingers fed the orange into her vagina slowly and she could feel herself getting stretched. Looking into the mirror the vibrant orange from the fruit began to become engulfed again, surrounded in her darkened pregnant pussy.
Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head. There was no slip, instead, the widest part of the orange stretched her vagina open all the way forcing Wendy’s legs to stay open. “AAAhn!!!” Wendy yelped. She looked at herself in the mirror, and even inside of her the large orange slightly parted her lips. She wondered if that was about 10 centimeters pushing her apart.
Wendy leaned back to the support of her bed puffing while the orange shifted inside of her. She bit her lip, planting her legs onto her carpet and began to bear down. “OOoooohhh!!!!” Wendy moaned, feeling the orange begin to stretch her apart. She saw her folds hugging the fruit.
“Mmmnfff!!!” she squealed behind closed lips, she felt her legs tremble while she continued to push down. Slowly, the sphere came into her view. Wendy grinded on her pillow, struggling to feel the orange at the base of her vagina. As it began to move down she felt the navel of the orange that shifted, it’s irregular shape and feeling driving her mad.
“Guhhh!!! OOOOOOH!” She hooked her thighs under her knees, aggressively prying her legs apart. Looking past her belly, the orange was coming to a full crown inside of her. Wendy’s heart raced. “Hoo… Hoo… HOOO!” she began to pant, her head started to get fuzzy. At the oranges widest point her lips strained and started to turn white and sore.
She scrambled to get her vibrator, and turning it to the highest setting she fumbled her wand around trying to find her clit under all of her belly in the mirror. “Come on… Come on…!” She whispered to herself in anticipation. She felt the silicon head on her most sensitive area and flipped the switch.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!”
In one click all the sensations came together packaged in a powerful orgasm. The sudden stimulus from the vibrator caused her to jolt. One deciding push purged the orange out of her vagina. The force got it to roll beside the other foodstuffs, and by the end, she threw her arms down and relaxed.
Her breaths were slow and deep out of her mouth, satisfied by finally being able to push out heavy objects once again. Sweat rolled down her forehead with her legs still wide open. A barrage of kicks pummel the top of her belly forcing a gasp out of the recovering mother.
“Sorry to startle you, I really, really needed that.” Wendy barganed, giving her belly a couple affectionate rubs. With some TLC her baby calmed down their storm inside of her glowing belly.
“Ow!” She winced under a sharp pain that seized her womb. Despite the contraction her tendencies kicked in, causing Wendy to grind her thighs together in pleasure. “Hey, stop that!” she gasped with her eyes closed, grinding out the contraction inside of her against the pillow.
Her stomach tightened again. An audible rupture was heard from outside of her body that forced Wendy’s legs apart again.
“ANNNNHHH!” She cried as a torrent of fluids spewed out of her tender pussy. Her amniotic fluids drenched everything in front of her, seeping into the pillow and the carpet even getting onto the mirror. Her water had broken
“Oh no… Don’t come yet! I just came!” she hollered trying to get to her feet to reach the phone. No longer suspended in their watery home, the baby’s weight bore down under her pelvis with her legs getting up to a squat.
“Urrrrrrghhhhhh!!!!” She moaned while her baby’s head began to force its way through their mother's cervix. Stumbling off of her feet, Wendy was on her butt again.
“O-oh?” she groaned. Another contraction slowly squeezed her midsection. In front of her eyes and a mirror her uterus began to shrink and squeeze on the baby that had grown inside of her for 9 months.
“Mmmmmmhhhaha!!!!” Wendy moaned. Her eyes shot into the back of her head through the sensation. Ever the size queen, what she was about to push was deeper than any toy she had ever inserted before.
As the contraction strained it’s hardest Wendy swore she saw the outline of her baby, the thought of the size of her child inside of her drove her mad. Suddenly her heart began to race again. Her mouth hung open.
“It feels good…” she reassured herself. Wendy spread her legs open. Still tender from the size play from earlier she was hesitant to check her dilation. Bracing herself, her middle finger slipped into her wet pussy, sending warm pleasure into the rest of her body.
“Uh, hhAH-” she bit down on the side of her arm as her fingers brushed passed her opening cervix. “Hoo… hoo... Hooo.” She blew into her forearm inspecting the fine details of her birth canal with her fingers. Her cervix was opened up slightly, and at the very center of it she felt a warm, round, hard shape lodged heavily into place. “My baby…” Wendy moaned, rubbing the top of the head with her middle finger.
“Guhh!!” She wrenched. Feeling the brunt of another contraction come quickly. The head began to slide quickly under her fingers, forcing apart the unconditioned cervix to 10 centimeters easily. “Grrrrnghhhh!!!!” Wendy groaned to the unique feeling of her cervix dilating.
Her insides tingle in euphoric pleasure, her heart raced faster and faster, out of sync with her labored breaths. The contracted ended with beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahnnnnnnnn!!!!!”
Her break was interrupted by another contraction brutalizing her belly again. While Wendy’s belly began to tighten, she placed her hands on the top of her belly. “Oof… arrngh!” She winced and panted, feeling her child’s kicks recoiling against her drum tight uterus. “I know you’re stressed baby, but work with me-OOOOOwwwwwwww!!!!”
The head began to move to the top of her birth canal, slowly opening her vagina to a weight, shape, and warmth she never felt before. “Hah… hah… hnnnnnfff!!!!” she moaned as the baby descended down her birth canal. The baby was lodged into her pelvis like a cannonball, forcing Wendy’s legs to stay open. Wendy’s hands followed the trace of her baby as it continued to move lower and lower down her pussy.
“Push… I need to push” she reminded herself. Uncomfortable in her current position, she shifted to the only position that felt right in with her huge, laboring baby bump. Wendy hooked her arms under her knees again, spreading herself wide open to view all of herself in the mirror.
“Heeee… hoo!” She took in deep breaths waiting for the next contraction to push with. Her belly started to seize up under her fingers and she felt the baby slowly start to move once more under the constricting pressure of her uterus.
“Hee hee hoo, hee hee, hooOOOOOOO!” Wendy bore down with all of her strength, propelling the baby slowly and steadily down her birth canal, filling her vagina with her baby’s entire head and shoulders. The sensation! The pleasure! A weight like nothing else spreading her apart made Wendy absolutely feral, salivating while extending her knees to bring her legs high above her head.
“It feelsh sho GOOODDD!” she yelled through clenched teeth. She bore down, harder and harder, pushing until her belly would contort itself and turn hot. As the contraction ended Wendy let her legs down, her breaths even more raggidy than the last contractions. She looked down to the sight of her slit open to the sight of a wet head of hair thoroughly stretching her labia folds. Some of her white vaginal fluids decorated the surface of her baby’s exposed head. Her heart could not stop.
The top of her belly began to deflate, signs of her baby travelling further downwards. Out of line with the next contraction, Wendy couldn’t wait to indulge, she rubbed the outline of her belly further, agitating the large heavy orb she carried around with her. “Hooo… Hooo. It feels so good to be pregnant…. Hmmmmngggg!!!” She groaned, spreading her pussy out to it’s limit.
Wendy’s legs hung wide open while she pressed her force to her abdomen, beginning to expel her child out into the world. She could feel the finest details of her baby’s face rubbing against her tender, moistened vaginal folds. The hairline passing through, divits of her baby’s eyes, finally, stopping its nose.
“Shhhnnnrrrghhh! AAaaaaahHHHh… Cum… Oh my god... I’m going to cum! RRRaaaaNNNGGHHHHH!!!!!” She cried, the head popping out with an audible pop and a squirt of steaming fluids onto her floor. Wendy’s pussy had never been stretched so intensely before!
Her tongue hung out, her chest heaved up and down. “One…. More!!!” She told herself. Wendy parked her heels onto the ground. She held her own sheets behind her as the final contraction began. Wendy threw her hips forward, in a decisive strain, pushing all of her force into her uterus she let out a powerful cry. “GRRRRRAAAAAAANggHGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Wendy screamed
To her dismay, the head did not budge, exhausted, Wendy slid back further with her throat and pussy on fire. “Nonono! Don’t be stuck!” she cried, looking everywhere to try to find a solution.
While she waited she began to feel the baby’s head begin to move and begin to take its first breaths during their own birth. She could feel her newborn's hands and feet begin to move inside of her. She had to move fast.
Wendy puffed her breaths, finding the fastest way to free her baby’s shoulders. That's when she saw her loyal wand to her right. Hesitating for a moment she held her breath while her baby’s shoulders grinded into her pelvis. “Ow… owowowow!”
She switched the head of her vibrator on, the familiar recoil hanging particularly heavy in her hands. She was really about to masturbate her baby out. Feeling the kicks towards the center of her belly now caused her to bite her lips. Her belly began to constrict once more. She regained her breath and her hands started to shake, a mixture of anxiety… and anticipation. SHe began to salivate at the thought of her baby’s shoulders slipping free to welcome the baby’s whole body.
The pain started to take control of her belly, it was time for her to push. “Hoo… hoo…” she winced in pain, grabbing her belly. “Ddon’t worry… you’re going… hnnnnghhhhh… to… hah… be born soon.”
She brought the silicone head to her pussy slowly. The vibration could be felt between the space, Wendy stood no match to the feeling as contact was made. Pleasure shocked into her entire body like electricity, tension from her uterus fought with her muscles' ability to feel the vibrations, combining into a fiery combination between her legs.
“URRRRRRRGHHHHHHHNNNN!!!!!” she howled. Wendy’s hips shot into the air, the positional change freeing the caught shoulder. She wielded the vibrator with both hands, relentlessly grinding against the head as she kicked the toy up to it’s highest setting to feel the wand drill into her clitoris while her baby emerged.
“FUAAAH… annnnghhhh FUUUUUUCKKKKK.” Wendy snarled. She grabbed her sheets behind her, curling her toes. One shoulder popped free from her pussy. Her climax was teased for so long, and after her crowing, after her entire pregnancy, she could feel the size and weight of all 10+ pounds of child that she was so close to pushing out.
Her baby’s weight began to slide out of her completely. Her vision was going white and she was losing all senses of control over her body.“GONNA… FUCKING. CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!!!!!!!”
With a pop and a geyer of juices the second shoulder emerged. Wendy’s baby slid safely onto the pillow. Her hips fell and Wendy’s body was left twitching on the foot of her bed. She breathed slowly, ragged breaths to get air back into her body.
Loud cries from a healthy pair of lungs filled her bedroom and the new mother scrambled to her butt urgently scooping up her baby and holding her to her chest. “I’m sorry, aahhh. I think I got carried away…” She kissed her newborn on the head, her heart racing. “I might have to get you a sibling soon though…”
💜Thanks for joining us for our new writing game! Have a read, and at the end I'll explain how our game is going to go! 💜
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It had started out like any other party. Music, low lights, dancing, talking, couples and trios and more sneaking off into the corners of the house and the backyard to have fun where the lights were the dimmest. People were laughing, the drinks were flowing, and the vibe was perfect.
Isa had her eyes on a tall, handsome stranger. He'd shown up shortly after the party really got going, but he seemed to just be watching things from the outside, drifting from area to area. Every so often he'd stop and dance, or chat in low voices with one of the other partygoers (most often the girls, once with a guy...that is, just that Isa had noticed). He also held the same drink all night long. Either he wasn't drinking it or somebody was getting him refills.
And hot damn was he gorgeous.
Every time she got her courage up enough to go talk to him, though, he'd vanish, disappearing into another part of the house. Isa was starting to get suspicious.
She was hot, right? She'd always loved her looks, and used them to her advantage. She was cute, and funny! She'd never had issues nabbing any guy she wanted, anywhere she went.
So why was this guy playing so hard to get?
Finally, in the darkest, earliest hours of the morning, Isa cornered the handsome stranger in the backyard. The cool night breeze nipped at her skin, but she didn't even seem to notice as she pointed a finger at the tall, tanned man.
"I have been trying to get your attention all damn night. What is it, huh? You don't wanna talk to me? You don't think I'm hot? Am I not your type? What is it?"
A low chuckle rumbled in the man's chest, and he leaned back against the fence to look down at her with an amused expression on his face. "Is this what passes for a hello these modern days? I do not even know your name, little one."
Isa pouted, tossing her hair out of her face with a huff. "Don't act all high and mighty. I've seriously been following you around since you got here. Why don't you just tell me why you don't wanna be with me, huh?"
His eyebrow raised, and a twinkle lit in his eye. "You could not handle me."
Isa stepped up closer at the challenge, raising up on her tiptoes and going nose-to-nose with him. "Fuckin' try me."
His eyes, a piercing brown, flickered down her form, then back up. They studied her face for only a moment before he took a deep breath and swooped forward, wrapping an arm around her waist and turning her around so he could pin her to the fence.
The rest of the night passed in a whirlwind. Isa awoke the next morning, sun streaming through her curtains, with a foggy head, aching body, and next to no memory of what had happened. She remembered kissing, pleasure, soft whispers in her ear that she could hardly understand, and...a pressure deep in her belly?
With a grumpy grumble, she rolled over in bed to peek next to her, but found nobody, the other side of the bed as empty as the rest of the room.
However, when she rolled back over onto her side, she saw something on the bedside table. A single red rose and a notecard with a strange metallic sigil on the front.
She opened it and held it close to her nose, squinting at it with bleary eyes. Once the words came into focus, this is what they read-
Miss Isa-
Thank you for a wonderful party and a fun tryst. I trust you are not too sore. Some painkillers will definitely help with that.
I attended last night's party not intending to find a servant, but then you practically threw yourself at me. Upon looking into you, I realized that while you may not be my typical candidate, I believe you will actually derive some pleasure from the task you must undertake.
My name is Dio...or, rather, this is the name I have chosen for your era. I am a minor god of fertility, family, and festivities. Every decade, I choose a servant to help me with a noble cause- granting families to those who cannot grow their own for one reason or another.
For a period of two weeks beginning from today, you will find yourself with a quickly-growing and evolving pregnancy, which you must carry and care for to the best of your ability. Once you deliver the baby at the end of this two weeks, someone will arrive at your door to bring the child home with them. You will have three days to rest, after which your next pregnancy will begin.
This curse will repeat until it is done. Whether that is a few children or many, even I do not know. You are a Provider now, Miss Isa, here to give the gift of children to those who cannot create for themselves. My highest honor.
Have fun. You will see me again when your time is done.
-Dio
Underneath the name, the same sigil from the envelope all but glistened on the paper, written in some kind of metallic ink.
Isa blinked at the paper, turned it over to look at the other side, then flipped it back over and read it again.
Then she sat up, rubbed her eyes, and read it again.
A Provider? A god? Pregnant? This was one hell of an elaborate prank.
With a snort, Isa tossed the card onto the table and pulled the covers off, scooting to the edge of the bed. She needed to take a shower and get started cleaning up after the party.
When she did so, though, her eyes wandered down toward her thighs, and that's when she noticed it, dark pink against her skin under her navel. A mark, what looked like a heart full of whorls and curves. It looked like a tattoo, or a scar, even.
Brow furrowed, she rubbed her palm across it, then scrubbed it with her fingertips. It tingled, but she couldn't feel it on her skin like a fake tattoo, or even underneath it like a real one. It was like it was part of her skin.
As her fingers left it, the mark lit up pink, trails of sparkles following her fingertips, and Isa gasped quietly as she felt a stir deep in her belly. No...in her womb.
There's no way this was real.
No way.
Biting her lip, Isa grabbed the card and read it again, then again as she stood and stumbled to the bathroom.
This was going to be a long and weird two weeks.
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Welcome to our new game! Meet Isa, who has found herself in a bit of a sticky situation! We're here to help her navigate her way through her "curse".
I'll have both polls and general suggestions posts up for each of her pregnancies and births, so we can work together to decide what each of them will be like. Will they be easy, or a little more difficult? Singles, multiples, breech, normal? Where will babies be born, and how long will labor last? Will they all be human? And finally, how many deliveries will satisfy her "curse"?
These will be posted on Patreon first, and then shared publicly. I'll also be doing polls and questions publicly!
However, those of you not a member of my Patreon also have a special way to contribute!
A donation of $3 lets you choose one aspect of the next pregnancy/labor/birth. Baby size, species, length of labor, etc.
A donation of $5 lets you choose two things!
And a donation of $10 lets you completely dictate her next baby challenge.
(These are the same tiers as Patreon!)
All you have to do for this is send me a PayPal donation with your Tumblr/Bluesky/Patreon name and "For Isa". Once I receive it, I'll contact you and we can talk about what you'd like for your part!
Sound like fun? Cause it does to me.
For now, let's have some fun...do you have any suggestions as to what her first pregnancy should be like? Should she tell anybody? How will she carry? Super small so she can pretend it's not happening? Large so she can't ignore it? Is it TWINS?! Gimme your ideas!
I'm really excited to get started with Isa, friends. Let's have fun! 💜🤰✨
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