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30 Non-Binary, Here to lurk and be horny, Please don't mind me.

[stupidlypregnant]

Another contraction starts before the last one fully leaves me.

I feel it building deep inside my body like a terrible inevitability.

My stomach tightens again beneath the man's hands, the round curve growing hard enough that it almost hurts to breathe. I bow forward against the pole with a helpless sound trapped in my throat while the babies push and roll inside the tightening pressure.

They feel frantic now.

One kicks hard beneath my ribs while another grinds downward with crushing weight low in my pelvis. The movement is so forceful I can actually see my belly shifting under the fabric.

The man notices everything.

“Oh, there you go”, he says almost teasingly behind me. “Can't even stand up straight anymore, huh?”

I squeeze my eyes shut.

The shame burns through me so badly I feel dizzy.

Please, leave me alone.

People are absolutely staring now. I can feel it. The overheated carriage has gone too quiet around me, the silence full of polite avoidance while this stranger openly holds my laboring stomach like I'm some spectacle unfolding in public.

Maybe I am.

I weakly try to pull his hand away.

He doesn't let me.

Instead his fingers tighten around the underside of my belly, supporting the heavy weight more firmly while his other hand slides slowly over the front of it.

“Careful,” he murmurs.

My face feels unbearably hot.

The worst part is that I need the support.

My body is failing under the sheer heaviness of the babies now. My lower back throbs violently. My hips feel pried apart from the inside. Every contraction drags the weight lower, and the pressure between my legs has become so urgent it frightens me.

I rub my belly again instinctively, desperate for relief, but his hand covers mine almost immediately.

“No, like this,” he says.

Then he massages harder.

His broad palm presses upward beneath my belly while the other moves slowly across the taut front, kneading at the tightness while I tremble against the pole. The pressure makes the babies shift restlessly beneath his touch.

He chuckles quietly under his breath.

“They're fighting for room in there.”

A whimper escapes me before I can stop it - half embarrassment, half pain.

I feel huge.

Overstimulated. Overwhelmed.

My belly sticks out so far now that I can barely see my own feet, a massive swollen weight stretched tight with moving life. The sweater can't conceal anything anymore. Every motion inside me shows. Every contraction turns my stomach into a hard aching globe beneath the fabric.

And his hands keep drawing attention to it.

“Look at you”, he says, almost admiringly, as another movement rolls across my abdomen beneath his palm. “You're so close.”

Please, stop talking.

Please, stop.

But another contraction crashes through me so hard my knees nearly give out.

“Oh God -”

The sound slips out loud enough that several people look over openly this time.

My entire stomach seizes tight beneath the sweater. The babies shove downward during the contraction with terrifying force, and suddenly the pressure low in my body becomes almost unbearable.

I gasp and spread my feet wider automatically.

The man feels it immediately.

“There it is”, he murmurs near my ear, voice lower now. “They really want out, hm?”

Tears sting my eyes from humiliation.

I'm trapped standing here panting against the pole while this stranger holds my throbbing belly in both hands, openly feeling the contractions, openly feeling the babies moving inside me while everyone around us pretends not to notice.

Another sharp movement presses visibly outward near the center of my stomach.

His hand follows it.

“They’re right there.”

I can barely think anymore through the pressure.

My whole body feels overtaken by it - the relentless fullness, the weight dragging downward, the constant movement inside me. It feels impossible that my skin can stretch any farther. Impossible that my body can still contain all this life straining to be born.

The train jolts again.

I let out a broken gasp as pain tightens through my lower abdomen.

And the man just pulls me back more firmly against him, one hand spread possessively across the front of my belly while the other supports its crushing weight underneath.

“Easy”, he says softly. “You're going to make a scene.”

[crookedsuits]

holy fucking shit

[gravidwithlore]

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. 

[boyprxgg]

Trans masc bunny here. My boyfriend recently found out about my breeding kink and,, fuck. He said he wants to breeding me until my belly is so swollen I can barely move and then he'll start using my ass every day, dumping his load in there and plugging me up. He said "just because you're pregnant doesn't mean I won't still use you" >/////< I think about it all the time, especially when he's at work and I shouldn't be touching myself, and I get so leaky when I do

how's it feel to live my dream, anon? i wish someone would promise me to get me knocked up and take care of me. plugging their seed inside to make sure i get as big as possible for them... i really think you should let him fuck you raw, or maybe even make it fun and play russian roulette with your next pack of condoms ^_^ not knowing which one had a hole until its too late and you're already starting to grow.

i understand being so leaky >/////< every time i think about having someones baby growing inside me my dick immediately starts to perk up. another reason why you should let your boyfriend cum inside you!! he'll be able to make sure your belly is so heavy and big that you wont be able to reach. you'll just have to wait until he's home to fuck you and cum inside you like he's trying to get you knocked up all over again 🩵

[hisgravidness]

I'd love to get a man pregnant as revenge because that is the BS that they use to trap + degrade women. So knocking up a man with some freaky curse just sounds yum

Some mean old nasty man who was raised in the 40s and his conservative on how he treats women/how they should behave. Its a new generation now, and the old bastard went and pissed off the wrong person by runing his mouth one too many times on his feeling on the situation on these young women act these days. Now he is all alone and has to tell people he has a "beer gut" as an excuse for when he rapidly ended up swollen and pregant. Forced to birth and carry as many kids, like he forced his wife to do because it was was her "duty". He just sits uncomfortable at the dinner table, surrounded by family, trying to keep his cool as his babies squirm inside him.

Or a frat boy, the guy who has slept with every girl on campus. The boy who couldn't possibly be the father of the girl who is asking for support, that would ruin his future. She is probably just easy, is what he tells everyone. Or that maybe the should just get rid of it when these girls come to him, how they don't know how they are going to support a baby on a college tuition. But this time, he knocked up the wrong girl and when she found out about his little "pump them and dump them" problem, she decided to show him what real karma was. Now our campus golden boy is having to drop out, he can he be so irrisponsible getting himself knocked up like that. Why did he have to ruin his own future, he should have used protection

Actually one of the reasons I value mpreg so much as a concept, that after centuries of delegating women into nothing but that highly important biological function, it is now men's turn to also (or even instead of them) go through the hell of it all, even if only through fantasy.

With that, your ask got me thinking - just how many people like you are out there? Those who would want to preg-curse someone for their misdeeds. Certainly enough for a whole black market that offers such service.

Just picture a dark-web site, or better yet, a whole dubious bureau in shady location, where for a not-so-small fee, the client has an access to a whole catalogue of customizable pregnancies to inflict on someone. Rapid ones, permanent ones, those that contain human offspring, monsters, objects, multiples or not. All pick and match to your desire, as long as the cash is sufficient. No questions asked.

So now, we can have this older prick, pissed off by some young adult gal living their best life instead of settling for a family. He who blabbers the "Back in my days..." once too many, prompting her to use this service.

Maybe even his own granddaughter, fed up with how he treats his wife, daughters, and he like objects made for being bred by a man, so she decides to turn the table and make him feel what its like.

Since he's a family, and her not yet the greatest financial state, she orders a standard human pregnancy. Nothing fancy, except for the choice of twins, for the sake of twins his wife had.

And now, with every family gathering, she sees this wrinkly wimp of man growing, larger and rounder around his midsection. Her, being the only one who knows the truth, teasing him about looking pregnant, only to recive his standard "This is just a beer gut, but you should be pregnant instead"

Yet, even as his stomach has grows beyond the containment of his lap, visible movement causing waves of uncomfortable stretching of his skin, or family concerns over dinner just how big his stomach has gotten, he still refuses to acknowledge something might be off. His words "I am not a woman to be pregnant, you idiots!" spoken on repeat every few minutes to everyone whi'll listen, all while his granddaughter contemplates whether he's trying to convince his family, or himself.

(1/2)

[hisgravidness]

(2/2)

Then, there is this infamous golden boy college student, and by 'golden boy' I mean spoiled man-child from rich family, so used to getting his way due to wealth and status of his last name he ended up knocking up half of the girls his year.

Each pregnancy he caused, a personal throphy. Each woman carrying his bastart, living proof of his status.

Of course, he'd never admit to his involvement in those events, always spinning the narrative to paint them as dissolute gold diggers trying to leech off his fortune. And for the most part, it worked, tarnishing the reputation of his victims while he gets to woo yet another girl who'll share the fate of the rest.

All was going well, until one day he found his match - woman from another rich family, just like his, someone who could rival his status. Yet when she came to him to resolve the issue of her pregnancy, lawyers in tow, he threw her and smeared her name, just like the rest.

But unlike the rest, she had the resources and enough determination to make him pay. Promising the over-dozen like her he screwed revange, she used her family's shady connections to reach company priding themselves in their ability of making anyone pregnant, so long as there is enough money. Not a problem in her case.

Yet even for her, the catalogue of possibilities she could afford was a bit overwhealming, and while she's be willing to pay for the worst of the worst that could happen to him, it was still in arevange in the name of many, so they should have had a say in these. In the end, they have all agreed to go easy on him, making his pregnancy permanent and with multiples for every girl he made suffer.

In just a few days, his beautiful body plumped outwards quickly destroying any chances for other gals to have an interest in him, which was a win on it's own. But the true vindication came when his parents found out not only about the situation of his body, but also his behavior towards women, especially the rich one, forcing him to leave the college and focus on working his ass off to pay for all those child supports... too bad he won't be able to do that for long with his ever-lasting growing pregnancy.

[wolf-makes-pups]

Getting terrible men pregnant as revenge is actually one of my favorite scenarios and I’m so happy to see more of it.

[zesty-alt]

Didn't wake up as a 7 foot tall Minotaur with a cock big enough to skewer a boy that's standing at attention, and a pair of balls big enough to bruise as they slap against you and full enough to leave you bloated with my cum. Just enough to look like you ate too much. I'm not greedy.

And gorgeous meaty pecs and a soft belly that makes me fun to cuddle with despite my overwhelming size.

I also don't have a harem of boys cuddling me ready to take care of my huge morning wood.

[zesty-alt]

you know being a pregnant Minotaur would also be kind of poggers...I'm huge and heavy even considering my muscular frame, tits fat and swollen to match, carrying enough milk to leave a man bloated and sloshing.

And i still have a huge cock and balls you'll have to drain once my engorged tits are finally empty, which is leaving you an absolute mess, stretched and sore all over from all the manhandling, belly so huge you look heavily pregnant, somehow still drenched in milk and cum despite how much of if sits inside you weighing you down.

And that's just first thing in the morning.

[zesty-alt]

Not even a werewolf that woke up to the sound of my mate whimpering and I realize I've already knotted him in my sleep. Able to feel the bulge of my cock through his belly and moaning as I touch myself through him. He's not swollen with my cum yet, something I plan to rectify in a few moments.

[wolf-makes-pups]

Need to be so full of puppies I can’t see past my massive taut belly. I can somehow still stand but I have to waddle everywhere, rubbing my protruding womb to calm the kicking as I try to get things done. I want to be so utterly bred that I can’t do anything without help. I need someone to fill me with puppies and keep filling me to make sure I’m always big and bred. Please?

[wolf-makes-pups]

I wanna be so full of your puppies that I can’t reach my aching cock around my swollen belly. I have to settle for trying to hump a pillow, but my heavy, gravid state makes me get tired too quickly to get off. I’m constantly stuck in an aroused state with my erect cock brushing against the bottom of my active belly. I want to be stuck like that forever somehow too. Maybe I’ve been cursed to never give birth. My problem only gets worse as the puppies continue to grow more and more overdue in my enormous womb. Doomed to stay constantly aroused and full for the rest of my life.

[strange-private-fantasies]

Another hyper specific scenario that I can’t find content of bc searching for it always yields unrelated results:

Two people having regular sex when the partner 1 doing the penetrating transforms into a monster in the middle of it. Partner 2 wasn’t expecting this and gets blindsided by feeling the other’s cock growing unreasonably huge while still inside them. Bonus points if partner 1 didn’t transform on purpose, and the new form makes them a lot stronger and a lot dumber so they go and ravage the unlucky(or lucky) partner 2

But whenever I search for it I always get something different. Like it’s just a regular monster that transforms the human through sex, or something. Occasionally I just stumble upon this by chance. I think I saw it here on my tumblr feed just a few days ago

[trashreceptacle]

HOT. you have inspired a new oc my friend. an oc that is exactly weiss’s type (someone who comes a LOT + someone who loves to be filled a LOT = match made in heaven) 🤭🤭

[wereknightpreg]

Need him round and heavy with slime eggs, lying back and legs parted, crying from overstimulation at the magic wand directly on his t-cock and just beneath that, the first egg crowning.

[sethmacfarlanedeathpose]

Imagine: A universe where demons exist, but they are mostly limited to a separate, parallel plane of existence. They can, however, be summoned into reality through the use of specific radio frequencies. A radio-operator occultist holes himself up in an old German castle and uses his equipment to breed with these demons, bringing forth human-demon hybrids that can freely real both worlds. Maybe during one pregnancy, he’s got a huge gut full of writhing tentacles. During another, he’s struggling to waddle around with a huge three-headed hybrid. He starts off really scrawny, but he quickly packs on those pounds. Don’t worry, though, he likes it ;)

Hmm intriguing...

[wereknightpreg]

Kings will allow their only son to go out hunting with just their bodyguard as protection and then be surprised when said son comes back with zero kills acting all weird and embarrassed.

Kings will leave their only son behind when they go to the neighbouring country on a diplomatic mission because said son feels under the weather, trusting that his bodyguard will keep him safe, and be surprised when, upon his return, the son seems livelier but still flushed and sweaty.

Kings will send their only son and his bodyguard on a trip to the seaside so the son can regain his strength and be surprised when 'back in two weeks' turns into three months.

Kings will welcome their only son home, noticing that something is off about the boy and requesting to speak in private, only to be surprised by the son bursting into tears and asking forgiveness, suspiciously round belly shaking with sobs.

Kings will believe their son when he says he was seduced by a stranger months ago, call in his bodyguard to ask how this was allowed to happen, and then be suprised when the bodyguard looks relieved as soon as the rakish stranger is mentioned.

Kings will be worried about their son's health—as adulthood hadn't made him any less weak and skinny—and walk into his quarters without knocking, then be surprised to find their son on all fours, bodyguard cradling his heavy belly and rocking into him.

Kings will realise they've been made fools of, order the traitorous bodyguard to be put to death in the morning, and be surprised when neither the bodyguard nor the son can be found the next day.

Princes will defy their fathers and run off with their bodyguard while heavily pregnant, and be surprised when they go into labour hours later, moaning in pain and discomfort as their bodyguard tells them they can't stop now, and to hold on just a bit longer while pulling the prince against him to keep him on the horse, both hands cupping the violently contracting belly.

[wereknightpreg]

A hapless adventurer is seduced by a mysterious, ethereal stranger. When they wake up, it's in the shimmering, insubstantial fae realm.

A single piece of advice, given long ago, echoes through their mind: If you eat the food they offer you, you'll be trapped in their realm forever.

Last night was a blur, but they remembered a fruit, its cloyingly sweet smell, offered on the palm of a fairy.

Panicking, they run away, until the shimmering fades and the real world appears again.

Terror still coursing through their veins, they collapse in the grass from relief and gratitude. They walk home in a daze, unaware of the fruit cradled low in their belly.

Despite their ordeal, their appetite has disappeared, and they go to bed on an empty stomach.

In their dreams, mysterious creatures caress their body, sweet nectar drips in copious amounts, and they see that same fruit, offered to them with a cloying smile.

When they awake, something feels wrong. Getting out of bed is more difficult than normal. They walk over to the washbasin, filled yesterday but never used, and splash cold water on their face. On the way back to bed, they pass the looking glass and nearly faint.

Their reflection, clinging onto the nearest piece of furniture, looks haggard and wild. And sitting on their hips is a round, ripe belly, blushing like the sweetest fruit.

They spent hours trying to find the grassy clearing where they stumbled out of the fairy realm that very morning, a lifetime ago. As they searched and searched, their belly grew rounder and heavier. When they tentatively pushed and prodded the soft, taut skin, there was almost no give.

By the time they found the spot, their belly looked overripe and was hard all over.

As night fell, the voice that had led them astray not a day ago whispered through the forest.

By the time they could make out the words, the fairy's hands were feeling their belly and dipping between their legs.

The adventurer gasped, out of pleasure as much as surprise, and watched the fairy retract fingers dripping with golden nectar.

Perfectly ripe, ready for our banquet.

The scenery changed around them, and the adventurer found themself the centrepiece on a long, lavish table. Fairies were all around, already holding sparkling chalices and laughing and dancing.

Their fairy was still between their legs, now pleasuring them until every muscle in their body contracted, and they felt a sudden release of pressure from between their legs, immediately followed by a slick, sticky sensation.

Then something round and fist-sized travelled painfully squeezed out of them, rolling a little ways down the table before the fairy picked it up and took a bite, fruit juices running down their face.

The rest of the night, waves of pain kept coming, muscles contracting around their fruit-laden womb.

Fairies picked up the peaches, berries and apples that pooled between their legs. Sometimes, the pile grew until some fruits rolled off the table. Sometimes, the table was empty, and the more impatient fairies licked the nectar out of them until another fruit was crowning.

Only when morning arrived, and the fairies had tired from their revelry, falling asleep where they sat, was the adventurer's belly finally empty.

As soon as they could stand, they shuffled off the table and made their way out, or what they hoped was out.

The one familiar fairy who started all of this, reclined leisurely on a hollow log, and smirked at the juice still dripping down their naked thighs.

The adventurer caught their breath enough to bite out, 'I'm done. I never ate your fruit, and my belly is empty. I'm returning to my world and I'll never set foot here again.'

That night, sleeping in their own bed, they dreamed of a beautiful, deep-rooted tree. Its branches were heavy with fruit, and the adventurer saw themself sitting against its trunk, fast asleep. The fairy kneeled next to them, smiling indulgently and patting their bare belly.

When they awoke the next morning, they were heavy with fruit again.

[boyprxgg]

heavily pregnant with my partner in a library. looking for labor books so when the the babies currently fighting for space in my womb decide to come out. he watches me waddle to keep up with him and rub my taut belly for comfort.

maybe my tits have swollen up to twice the size they used to be. my partner has started to milk them to relieve some of the pressure, but it just causes my chest to be even more puffy and sensitive. my body expecting to have to feed more mouths than just the two inside me. i start leaking in the parenting aisle. it's my usual milking time and my tits ache with need. milk buds at my nipples as wet spots start to appear on my shirt.

my partner, ever so dutiful. lifts my shirt up in the privacy of the books and latches onto one of my leaky nipples. he sucks as my milk fills his mouth. i shake, my belly quivers as he teases my popped navel, i try to stay quiet. we're in a library afterall.

he switches between my tits, sucking and tugging at my breasts to get all the excess milk out. it drips down the curve of my stomach. at the end my nipples are so puffy and sensitive a cool breeze would make me moan.

my partner shoves his hand down my pants, finally giving my throbbing t-dick some attention. he tells me that it's not my fault for leaking, and that it's natural for boys to have fat milky tits that drip all the time. that just happens sometimes when a boy has such a big taut tummy full of babies like i do. i cum, obviously, like a good bunny does.

we forget why we came to the library, i'm too pregnant and horny to care.

[zesty-alt]

*Thinks about two pregnant angels with collars on, ethereal and glowing, desperately making out with each other, their bumps rubbing together, each with a hand tugging on the other's leaking, rock-hard cock, beneath which sits a dripping wet cunt*

[zesty-alt]

Angel 1: He's eternally swollen with a demon brood that he can never give birth to, so heavy he can barely walk, yet just able to heave his burden to and fro in order to be an example to the rest of us. That is why we must never- are you hard?