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I'm imagining helping the elf king through his births in his chambers. Helping to stretch his already wide opening even more. There's still a long way to go. But if he's a very good boy for the stretching then I'll massage his poor distended belly until it's time for the next stretch.
Telling him he needs to walk about if he's to speed the labor along. He tells me he doesn't know if he can. I'll tell him "fine. Let more of your subjects sneer at you behind your back as your labor drags on and on and you show your weakness more and more". He reluctantly stands up and I tell him how good he is. I reassure him that his next birth will be easier. Perhaps the next time he won't need my comfort, however it would be a shame to miss out on such a pretty picture as him laboring.
he’d be so lucky if he had you to help him! poor king doesn’t have anyone he could rely on.
THE GREAT BIG GRAVID PREGNANCY KINK ASK GAME
There are some very fun preg or belly kink ask games out there, but the one's I've seen are typically focused on one flavor of said kink, or aren't strictly pregnancy-focused or are heavily gendered.
So I thought I'd to cook up 50 fun, kinky but not outright explicit, questions for an ask game. All pretty broad in application, and gender neutral! Please enjoy! _______________________________________________________
What's your favorite aspect of pregnancy? What makes it hot for you in a kink sense?
Would you rather be with someone who IS pregnant, or be pregnant YOURSELF? (or both?)
Do you prefer pregnant bellies that sit high, or carry low?
Do you prefer a pregnant belly that leans more "torpedo belly" or "beachball belly", or something else?
Favorite pregnancy blemish (stretchmarks, veins, linea nigra, ect), if any?
If you could only pick one, would you keep hyperpreg, rapid preg, or perma preg? Why?
Favorite NON-physical attribute of pregnancy? (Ex: cravings, pregnancy brain, nesting)
Most niche part of pregnancy that fits into your kink?
How pregnant is TOO pregnant where it stops being hot?
Thoughts on ill-fitting/outgrowing clothes with pregnancy?
Do you prefer bare, partially covered, or tightly clothed pregnant bellies?
Do you have a favorite occupation to see a pregnant person performing?
In preg kink writings, when a pregnancy is abnormal in any way, do you prefer when it's supernatural (fantasy), technological (sci-fi), explained some other way, or not explained at all?
Who are some of your favorite preg kink artists/blogs?
Do you prefer when a pregnancy is super encumbering, or doesn't limit the pregnant person in an extreme way?
How do you feel about pregnancy and stuckage?
How do you feel about pregnancy and stuffing, or vore, or wg, or inflation, or any other kink that increases belly size?
How do you feel about pregnancy paired with another, non-belly related kink? (asker may specify)
Thoughts on pregnant belly worship?
Thoughts on pregnant belly manipulation? (like pushing on or shaking a pregnant belly)
What's something kinky you would love to do to a pregnant belly, outside of the realm of normal pampering or worship?
What's an outfit you'd love to see a pregnant person wear?
For kink purposes, what's your favorite stage of pregnancy?
Favorite view for a belly? (straight on, side profile, POV looking down as though it's yours, ect)
Do you prefer a pregnant person dressed to the nines, or basically in their pajamas?
Describe one of your most self indulgent preg kink fantasies in full.
Do you prefer super active pregnant bellies, or bellies with calmer babies?
Do you prefer smooth and blemishless pregnant bellies, or ones with lots of marks and veins and strain?
Favorite non-belly physical attribute of a pregnant person?
Favorite state for a belly button on a pregnant belly? (innie, outie, flat, ect)
Thoughts on pregnant bellies with a soft layer of chub around them?
Favorite word to describe a pregnant belly?
Do you prefer when a pregnant person is "maxed out" and at the height of their possible growth, or big but still growing, lending to some anticipation for what's to come?
What's your ideal rapid preg growth speed? How long should it ideally take to go from a flat tummy to full term?
Do you prefer a large/overdue singleton, or a batch of multiples?
What what point does "high order multiples" become "hyper preg" to you?
Thoughts on monsterpreg? If you enjoy it, what's your favorite monster to be/see someone pregnant with?
If you enjoy pregnancy encumbering mobility, do you prefer if its due to size, or weight? or both?
Do you think of a pregnancy kink as a more "vanilla" kink, or as one of the weirder ones?
What are some aspects of pregnancy that you enjoy in a kink way that AREN'T the pregnancy itself? (Ex: breeding, labor, birth, lactation, ect)
Have you told anyone you know IRL about your pregnancy kink? If so, who (within reason privacy wise), and how did they take it?
Favorite piece of pregnancy-centric media? (could be for kink purposes or otherwise)
Favorite part of a pregnant belly?
Thoughts on belly piercings on pregnant bellies?
In a kink context, what's an activity you would you like to be doing/see someone doing while pregnant?
At what point does a pregnant belly go from "big" to "huge"?
Do you have any preg kink "guilty pleasures"? What is one, if you have any and are willing to share?
Do you have another kink that you enjoy mixing with pregnancy? If so, what is it?
Do you have any irl stories or anecdotes that relate to your pregnancy kink in way way? Care to share?
In as much detail as possible, what's your IDEAL pregnant belly?
This is a good one! 🥰
This is great! Drop a question number in the ask box and I’ll answer!
Yesterday the phrase “my bastard wriggling in your gut” popped into my head as one of the hottest things I’ve ever read and I had to go on a journey of searching key words through several blogs I love to find who gave that to me. So thank you, it was you, I might have to go write a whole bunch of shit myself so I can think it about more and more and more. Because fuck
Aww yeeeeeah, I don't know why that phrase is so arousing, but it is.
If you end up writing a whole bunch of shit involving the expression, please feel free to share! Because gods know we need more of it floating around.
oh god. this infected me too. i might have to do some writing as well.
Delicate elf pregnant with a human baby. Their body is on elf time and their baby is growing on human time. It’s jarring for them going through a whole pregnancy in only 9 months, but they manage.
Then they realize it doesn’t end at nine months.
The full term baby inside continues to grow undeterred at human pace. The baby just won’t come out until their body deems it time, regardless of how big it gets.
Elven pregnancies last years.
oh my god yes
Fairy egg harvest! Often used as a valuable magic ingredient, the bigger they are the better...
wwait please say more about the being led around by the baby head sticking out….that might be the hottest thing ive ever read in my life. the image of an overdue trans man waddling around whimpering and begging to push GOD 🥴
Omg yeah it’s so 😵💫 Two scenarios that immediately jump to mind are:
Hardcore BDSM couple who purposefully go to the kink club when the sub goes into labor, and put him in a bodysuit so that every clench of his womb is highlighted in clinging latex, and no matter how hard he pushes, he can’t get past a crown. They start the scene with him locked into a chair with stirrups so everyone can see his cunt bulging and the head slowly stretching the latex between his legs.
But when he can’t push it any further, the dom gets him up and grabs him by bulge between his legs and pulls him along screaming and stumbling, then holds him in place by the pussy while strangers grope and rub off on him, or use his trembling hands. (His mouth is available too, but he’s in so much pain that he’ll definitely bite anything that’s forced in there ❤️) When he finally safewords, the dom only has to unzip the first few teeth of the suit’s zipper, and the latex suddenly fills with the shape of an entire head as the sub sobs and cums it out 🥰
Second scenario (noncon warning):
A royal servant knocked up by the king is laboring hard through a difficult work day. He begs his supervisor to let him stop and give birth but she won’t allow it, so he has to keep crawling along scrubbing floors while he starts to push, a rag in his mouth to muffle the screams. When his drenched trousers begin to swell with the emerging head, the supervisor scoffs at him and tells him to stop pushing, he’s not being paid to give birth to some peasant bastard right now. He desperately sobs that this is the king’s child and begs to see the king, saying the king will want this child born. Scoffing, the supervisor says oh yeah? We’ll go test that.
At first she just has him following her to the throne room, but he’s slow and bow-legged, practically limping, so her patience is already thin when she hears him grunting and turns to see that he’s bent against a wall and started to push. The sight of him crowning into the trousers infuriates her, and she threatens him with all sorts of horrible things if he doesn’t stop pushing right now. He wrings out an agonized wail as he forces himself to stop, and starts hyperventilating from the pain of the crown, begging to be allowed to keep pushing. She just scoffs and drags him upright by the arm. She can still see the head making a disgusting spectacle between his legs, and in her fury she grabs him by the bulge of his crown and starts to pull him along. His screams echo down the halls, doors opening everywhere as people peek out to see what all the commotion is.
When they enter the throne room the king demands to know what is going on here. The supervisor uses the poor boy’s bulging cunt to pull him to the floor, forcing him to kneel, then bows, herself, before explaining the situation. The king, of course, denies any parentage, smirking to himself as he remembers groping this servant boy and being delightfully surprised by the pussy he found, not wanting to pull out when he took it for his own because it felt so good.
But the king announces that he is benevolent, and that the servant may give birth to their shame. The servant sobs his thanks and grabs onto his own thighs as he curls over his tightened belly and screams, finally birthing the head into his trousers. He pants and wheezes while the child turns inside him, everyone in the room scoffing and muttering to each other how uncouth and perverse such a thing is, a man giving birth, in front of the king no less. When he finally screams out the shoulders, the heavy shape of a babe drops into his fluid-limp trousers, and he kneels there trembling.
Watching all of this, the king grins, and any who look closely would see the royal tabard tented, his majesty aching to claim the pussy that just produced his bastard heir. He gravely remarks on all of the crimes the servant has committed in this matter: sexual indiscretion, insubordination against a palace supervisor, sexual perversion, public indecency, slander of the king, and sullying the royal hall with something so crass as the blood and waters of his womb. But, the king says, he is merciful, and instead of the mutilation and imprisonment earned by these crimes, he will allow the criminal to serve his sentence in the king’s harem.
The servant nods miserably and thanks the king for his mercy, knowing in his gut that the king loved all of this, and wants to torment him through births like this over and over until his body gives out.
Ok I haven't drawn any stuffing for a while so here u go
The concept of a pregnancy only progressing when you cum or when someone touches you is hot and all, but what if it was something random that made you pregnancy progress, and you're not entirely clear what that thing is?
You've been cursed by a witch to swell up with slime eggs over and over with slime eggs until she feels you've suffered enough for the wrong you've done to her. Honestly, whatever you did didn't really piss her off that much, she was just falling behind in her work and you presented the perfect opportunity to help out. She tells you your pregnancy will only progress when you do certain actions. For shits and giggles, she makes sure the criteria for progressing will be different for each clutch of slime eggs you carry, but decides not to mention that.
The first time, it's a classic every-time-you-cum situation. And oh man, are you horny as fuck the entire time. While you were quite upset at the beginning, by the time you're giving birth, you've conditioned yourself to get aroused by your condition, the sight and sensation of your belly growing after you've cum bringing you right to the edge of another orgasm. Even as the force of your orgasm pushes the first egg out of your body, you can feel their siblings still growing bigger inside of you.
The next time, you're extremely disappointed when you spend an entire day masturbating and your belly is still only a little bump. It turns out this time that your pregnancy only progresses when someone else cums inside (or even on) you. You only discover this when you become so desperate and horny that you call over a few ‘friends’ to help you out. By the time they leave you’re practically pinned down by the size of your belly, obviously with a much bigger clutch than the last one considering that you're already bigger than you were when you gave birth the first time. A few more visits like that and a trip to a kink club later, you're begging your friend to fuck you through your labor, your body torn between pain and pleasure as contractions take hold of you.
The third time is even harder to figure out. You have a few growth spurts, but nothing crazy. In fact, your belly is still small enough to be hideable, and that disappoints you more than you thought it would. Then one day you find yourself invited to a friend's barbecue, a family friendly event so you wear a big baggy shirt. Your friends all know the situation, but you don't really feel like explaining to kids or anyone not in the know your situation. Which works out fine, at least until one of your friends' babies starts to cry. Fully wailing, as their parents bring them to a quieter, more private spot to soothe their child, but the damage has already been done. To you at least, who had suddenly grown to looking full term with a singleton. Thankfully, your friends run interference on explaining the situation to others and make sure you're nice and comfortable the rest of your time there. One of your friends even gives you a ride home, and is more than happy to, um, “watch a movie and chill” with you for the rest of the evening. To test your new theory, you put on a movie that you vaguely remember had a scene or so with a crying baby. To both of your pleasure, your theory is proven right, your friend fondling your growing belly as they fuck you over the back of your couch, telling you that someday they'll put their own babies in your womb.
This time, it also seems to have an effect on your chest as well. Before, your chest had swollen with milk, obviously your body didn't fully get the memo you weren't carrying human offspring, so you'd found yourself with a pretty cute pair of tits. But with your third clutch, it seems like every time your belly grows, your breasts grow too. There may be some truth to what you'd heard about the sound of a baby's cry making a human suddenly start lactating, because it seems like your shirt is always soaked through after a growth spurt. It gets to the point where you buy a pump, and begin milking yourself like a cow, ear buds in your ears as you listen to a soundtrack of babies crying, and settle into a comfy spot to prepare for another massive growth session.
Each time it's a different thing, some harder to figure out than others. Sometimes you don't figure it out at all, like when your pregnancy only progressed when your blood sugar hit a certain level or when someone with brown eyes looked a little too long at your belly. One time, it was every time you sneezed. That one was only difficult to figure out because you started growing during allergy season, and so many other things were happening that it was hard to pinpoint what it was that was causing you to constantly grow. Then allergy season ended, and you had to waddle around, your belly low and heavy, for months, not realizing you were one good sneeze away from squatting down and pushing out your clutch of slime eggs. Another time, it was when you smelled werewolf pheromones, which isn't something the human nose can pick up, so it took you a little while to figure out. It turns out, a friend of yours was secretly a werewolf, and once you figured it out they were more than happy to introduce you to a few more ‘friends’ who were especially excited to help you out.
You don't even realize when the witch's curse ends (she's up to her ears in slime eggs at that point). You're simply confused that instead of your belly growing in sudden explosive spurts, your belly has been steadily growing at a slow pace. And you're not quite as big as you're used to. And the slight shifting of the slime eggs seems stronger than it has previously. And by the time it comes to give birth, the eggs feel less squishy than they had previously as the first one begins to move through your birth canal. Imagine your shock as the ‘friend’ you called over to fuck you through yet another birth tells you that its not a slime egg crowning between your legs, but a full head of hair. Turns out they made good on the promise they made all that time ago, that someday their own babies would be growing in your belly. Just like they promised they would when you called them over, both of you still convinced you were carrying a clutch as usual, they make sure to overwhelm you with pleasure for the rest of your birth, until you have two human babies suckling at your teats. You make them promise to fill you with their babies as soon as possible, as you wonder to yourself if that witch would be willing to make you a fertility potion or two so you can get as big and round as possible.
Unnamed guy pushing out his monster lover’s offspring 💜
Uncropped version in the reblogs 👀
Graphic birth under the cut
Poor guy hasn’t even gotten to the hard part yet 😌
I need to draw him at full term because this is his belly halfway to crowning and clenched tight by pushing… relaxed and carrying his whole baby before his water broke, he would have been massive. 🥰 I should draw his monster bulging out his belly with its massive cock as it knocks him up, too 🥰🥰
And here’s a closeup of his pussy because I worked way too hard on it. 💜 Ofc looking at it now I’m like damn I should have drawn his perineum more stretched but oh well
Thank you @pumpkinbirth for finding this one for me!!
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The contraction was a force that could not be bargained with, so much pressure distilled into such a small space that suddenly nothing was left within him but a blind, instinctive need to push. He reared back to grab the counter lip with his other hand, dropped his chin to his chest, and finally, finally did what his body had been screaming at him to do: he pushed.
Read the rest of Dave’s twin birth story here!
Gonna try to add the uncensored version in the reblogs 👁️
>:3
Rounding up my old stuff, click here to view the readmore
oh my god
obsessed with when a pregnant trans boy finally reaches the stage where he's visibly, undeniably knocked up - when that belly finally rounds out to the point where there's obviously no other explanation but pregnancy, so spherical and protruding and kicky, dusted with stretch marks, belly button popped out, hanging so low and heavy, so obviously swollen with babies and absolutely impossible to hide especially on his tiny frame... his belly juts out so far, blatantly on display even when covered with clothes so there's no concealing it at all, and often when he tries to cover it the clothes just end up popping up and exposing either a sliver of his low, gravid underbelly or just his entire bare belly... everyone who looks at him immediately can tell he spread his legs, submit his womb, allowed himself to be bred, and his body has been so flagrantly, egregiously claimed that 'pregnant' is all they're even capable of seeing him as as soon as they lay eyes on him... and all that's to say nothing of his full, swollen unbindable tits that hang heavy and tender over his massive belly, so sensitive and sore and prone to leaking milk through his shirts, making his condition even more obvious, or his extremely prominent waddle, his hugely widened hips switching and swaying with each step... everyone around him wherever he goes can see exactly how bred he is, and all he can do is blush and avoid eye contact, but when he looks down at the floor, of course the only thing he can see is that huge belly of his... he tries so hard to hold himself back from instinctively rubbing and cradling his belly, not wanting to draw any more attention to it, but it makes absolutely no difference - nothing is taking all those eyes off him, and he's no stranger to hungry gazes lingering far too long, comments both judgmental and congratulatory, and even unsolicited belly rubs - and the hardest part for him? it's pretending not to enjoy it all
Pregnancy as humiliation
Lately I've been thinking about my pregnancy being used by my breeder to humiliate me...
Making me wear the tightest clothes to show off my growing belly and tits. Not just in public for everyone to see, but around the house too so there's never any hiding it. Make me wear low-cut tops to show off my swollen boobs. My tits start leaking milk in public and you don't let me pump, making me walk around with a stained shirt for everyone to see. Keeping a hand on my belly at all times and showing me off, bragging about getting me pregnant and letting everyone know YOU knocked me up and made me huge like this, embarrassing me. Let people go ahead and touch and rub my belly, invite them to do so without letting me say no. Show how you have claimed me.
u should write a hyperpreg birth with focus on like the pressure the poor dude is under.. i feel like u could write that rlly well in ur style
He had grown so fast.
He would never have thought that one time of unprotected sex would lead to this. He was so ashamed he hadn’t even gone to the doctor.
Now he was lying on his side on the bed, the frame creaking in protest to his weight. He was still lanky, maybe even bonier than before, but the sheer mass that had become of his belly was the problem.
It was difficult to understand that the thing was actually a part of him. It was so absurdly large. If he didn’t touch it and id the babies didn’t squirm inside, he could almost imagine it wasn’t his.
If it wasn’t for the pressure. It had started already in the the beginning of the second trimester. Right after the three month mark his womb had ballooned. In a single night multiple pale stretch marks had appeared around his navel and on the sides of his growing bump. He had already looked like he could deliver a perfectly healthy baby.
The pressure had only increased every day. The weight, the stretch of his skin. In the third trimester it had expanded to his chest. His usually flat and bony chest had begun to swell slowly, filling with milk. Now his new tits were so achy and sensitive that he had to constantly rub and fondle them to release the milk and that way ease the pressure.
Now as he lay there, on his 37th week, he was huge. He had known from the beginning that there had to be more than one. Now he was sure there had to be more than three. His belly was just so big. The stretch marks had grown into disgusting purple wounds that covered every inch of his belly. They hurt and were so itchy. But he was too tired to moisturize his skin.
His hand pressed on his belly where the babies were the most active and he knew that he should have been hospitalized ages ago. But still he was home. Living on food and grocery deliveries. He just couldn’t bring himself to go.
As if at the thought of food the babies activated once again. His skin was attached by multiple bulges being forced on the surface from withing.
”Aaaahhh stop it please…” he moaned as he closed his eyes tight. The pressure had been exponentially building for days now and having the babies move made him feel like he would burst. ”Stop…” he begged as he held onto his massive growth with both of his hands.
He had to turn around.
Heaving his belly from one side to the other was painful each time. He took a strong hold of the dome and used his arms to lift it up as he shuffled to his back.
Instantly the pressure weighing down on his lungs and organs almost suffocated him. It hurt so bad. As fast as he could muster, he toppled his belly over to the other side and moaned pathetically in pain as it slammed on the bed as he turned around.
The movement seemed to only aggravate the babies more.
They began kicking. Kicking at his spine, at his belvis, at his skin. Tears welled in his eyes and he wept. The pressure was so bad. He needed to go to a hospital. He would surely die.
His lower back was on fire, the pressure already there as well. His hips felt like they would break any second. His skin would surely tear right open.
”Help…” he whispered through his tears. ”Help!” The moan tore from his throat quieter than he thought it would. He couldn’t breathe.
He had to get up. He had to get help.
He had never in his life made such a sound as he did when pushing himself to the edge of the bed. The scream tore from his throat like and explosion. It didn’t sound human. Nothing about him was human anymore.
His belly settled on top of his thighs, forming almost into a perfect sphere. It rounded out just underneath his leaky new tits, and continued its perfect curve all the way to his groin. It bulged out to the sides as well, almost in the same curve.
He had to have his legs open to allow the heaviest mass at the very bottom on his belly to hang between them and only the bottom sides were pushed against his thighs. Even that made the pressure tenfold in his belly.
He didn’t know wether to support the mass stretching his skin or the absurd pressure in his lower back as he stood.
”Ouh, ough… aughhhhh!” He groaned as he forced his ripe body to its legs. Hands roaming the expanse between his lower belly and lower back, trying to support anything.
Oh the pressure.
The pressure suddenly increased so much. It moved lower, his back screaming as it was attacked from the inside. His pelvis creaked and on instinct his legs opened to make way for the pressure. His knees bent as he screamed in agony.
”Help me!” He wailed his throat raw, but alone in his house nobody heard him.
The pressure inscreaded and increased until suddenly it was too much. He could feel as his womb finally gave up. It felt almost like a rupture, as the amniotic sac around the babies burst and the waters filled his birth canal and flowed out of him. It soaked his legs, the bed and the floor. And it didn’t stop for a long time.
But at least the pressure eased.
if you were an elven man.
and you were so hugely pregnant that it looked almost unnatural.
and you were lactating so hard from your achingly swollen chest.
and you were in labor.
what would you want to be birthing?
… asking for a friend.
(no eggs cos eggs don’t make you lactate, i decided)
what would you birth?
tentacles
a baby (many)
a forced orc baby (big, many)
a snake
a forced centaur baby (huge)
slime
some other monster (specify)
interesting…
Reblog if you have a breeding/pregnancy kink but don't have and never want kids. Bonus points if you post monster/horror stuff and/or things outside the standard fpreg
i get all the bonuses
REBLOG if you want NSFW anons
please
