The Ninth Month, Steve Hanks, 1988, Watercolor
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The Ninth Month, Steve Hanks, 1988, Watercolor
oh, you can take more, hunny, that stretchy tummy’s been crammed way more full than that before ;))
i can’t decide on a name for her…maybe something small and cute, like her.
bonus:
aftercare an some cute ass tentacles being excited about their babies
“good job, tiny wife” 😊😊
Redesigned an old oc and made her Jasmine's daughter She follows in her mother's footsteps
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Aspire to be as pregnant as she is 🔥
"I can't really hide what I am anymore. I used to be so skinny, reserved, shy.... Then my insurance sent me this ad.... Like I could make money for helping a needy couple and becoming a surrogate. Sounded so noble. The reality is..... They put me in a room, lined up men all the way down the hallway, and had them fuck me. I was told I have to play nice and act like I enjoy it because for the men their insurance told them it was sexual therapy to improve their self-esteem. Mostly a bunch of incels that hate women, but even back then it was kinda fun to hear them berate me and talk down to me..... I rationalized that it'd just be one time.....
Huge belly can’t move!
Bursting at the seams
I don't think I could ever tire of a pregnant belly
Just being all over it at all times, every aspect of the journey I will be by your side the entire time
Watching you grow big, huge even with our babies~ the constant neediness and complaining, constantly wanting to be cuddled and loved
Constantly needing to be pleasured, and almost never ending steam of being fucked, I'm more than happy to oblige. Having that bump ride me until we're both sweaty and sore, you being finally satisfied until a few hours pass and you become needy again~
Just because I'm pregnant does not mean I can't have fun. Besides, it's not even my kid. I'm a career surrogate. This is my 5th pregnancy, I know what I can and can't do. Now start stripping, I want to experience pregnant car sex.
I should have never signed up for multiples. My first surrogacy went so smoothly that I thought I could handle more than one baby. I skipped straight over twins and triplets and went straight to quads. The pay increase was more than substantial, but I'm approximately the size of a house! My doctor said the babies are doing well and that I still have more growing to do. At this rate, I'll be bedridden in a week! I haven't seen my feet in months. I'm just glad my surrogacy agency has a sex on demand service because I've been insatiable since I started showing, and I doubt I could seduce a guy on my own at my size.
Thanks for filling me up! I love the feeling of cum sloshing around my womb and the unbroken stares I get from strangers as I waddle down the street. I didn't expect you to fill me up this much. I hope I make it home before I start leaking.
I can't believe that I'm leaving another foreign country with yet another random man's baby in my belly. I told myself I'd stop doing this, but I always end up at the local clubs, and one thing leads to another, and BAM! Another baby in my belly. I know everyone back home is getting tired of my pregnancy announcements, but I just enjoy being swollen so much.
I don’t know how much longer I can use the “just put on some weight” excuse. My belly is noticeably round and it’ll only get bigger. And since you knocked me up right before summer, I can’t hide my bump under baggy clothes or layers. You have to promise that you’ll take responsibility when I’m forced to come clean.