Elena wants to be a popular streamer, but the market is way oversaturated. How's a girl supposed to get any attention in this town? Maybe if she tries these sketchy pills she found online. Oneshot.
Contains: rapid pregnancy, hyperpregnancy, high-order multiples, popping, bursting, clothes breaking, breast expansion, lactation, fetal movement
The stem of the lollipop swiveled between Elena’s teeth, the blue light of her screen illuminating the delicate features on her face. The perimeter of her room was lined with glowing LED lights that gave the space behind her a purple cast. A towering pile of stuffed animals lurked over her left shoulder; she had read that streamers with interesting backgrounds made better tips.
She leaned against the high back of her gaming chair, her exposed skin glowing like a ghost beneath the unnatural lights. The lollipop sucked out of her mouth with a dull pop. To think she had spent all this money on a gaming chair and she hadn’t even made a fraction of it back yet. The purchase had been justified in her mind; she was going to be using it a lot, so it needed to be comfortable. Now she was in the hole worse than when she had started. At least the black bikini top was cheap. A fan had gotten it for her off her wishlist, a one-time thing. It was the only gift she’d gotten so far.
Elena opened the top drawer of her desk, taking a green bottle with a white cap from inside it. She held it beneath the view of the camera, as though she was afraid someone might see it.
How funny, she thought, a touch bitter. Nobody’s even watching.
She turned the bottle in her hand, its contents chattering dully inside. It was unlabeled, but had come with a bent info-card inside the shipping envelope that said: MOMMY MAKER 3000: WHEN IN DOUBT, PUSH ‘EM OUT!
When she flipped the laminated card over it read: Take one pill and you’re good to go! Do not exceed more than 2 pills per session.
Her dark hair was pulled into twin pigtails on her head. She had considered donning a cat costume for this but thought the similarities between herself and this other woman were already enough that she might be accused of copying as it was, and decided against punishing the envelope any further. A black bikini top and matching shorts was a classic for a reason. No need to mess with perfection.
“Hey, chat,” she called, feeling the awkwardness of addressing an audience of eight who might not even be listening. “I was thinking we could play a little game. What do you think?”
The long rectangular text box remained empty for at least a minute before one viewer took pity on her and sent: What kinda game?
Lifting up the pill bottle into view, she shook it in front of the camera, its contents chittering like a maraca.
She answered, “I’m calling it Knock Me Up. For a tip and I’ll take one of these. That’s one baby you’ll blow me up with. What do you think?”
Elena fished one of the pills out with her fingertips and placed it on her tongue, easing in towards her camera to show it off. She held it there for a few moments, circling her tongue around, the capsule beginning to turn gummy-like as it slowly dissolved. This must have been at least a little enticing because someone new entered her room. She leaned back into her chair and brought her opened can of energy drink to her mouth, swallowing the capsule down.
“Here’s a little sneak preview,” she told them, sliding her chair back from the desk so that the webcam would pick up more of her body.
Perhaps she should not have been so excited. Nothing was happening yet. She rocked anxiously in her chair, turning to the side and looking at herself on the dual monitors of her desktop. Her abdomen was as flat as ever. Frankly, her tits were, too. The bikini top was cute, flattering even, but she couldn’t have fooled anyone into thinking she was busty.
Elena loaded up Steam in what was going to be a very defeated play-through of Fallout, but before she could get the game loaded up she felt something happening in her gut.
Deep in her lower belly, below her navel, it felt as though her bowels were churning. A mild, but not totally painless, cramp tensed in the space between her pelvis. A gurgling sensation like a growling stomach was vibrating deep inside her abdomen.
Easing her chair back again, Elena clutched onto the armrests of her seat.
“H-hey, chat…” she stammered, her body wriggling against the increasing intensity of sensation in her middle. “I think...I think it’s starting…”
Pressure. She could feel it, undeniably. It was like someone was blowing up a balloon in her lower belly, something deep inside her aching as it stretched outwards. Elena’s teeth clenched together, the muscles of her jaw flexing, a groan of strain passing through them. Her knuckled paled as she gripped the armrests, her spine twisting. The pressure was building, the balloon inside her seeming to creak as its thick walls spread apart.
Her uterus. It was her uterus that was growing.
Looking down the near-flat plane of her torso, Elena could see it. The black waistband of her shorts was cutting into her belly. Being so slender, they had been loose enough to create a gap between her abdomen and the button just minutes ago, but she now she was filling them out completely. With a trembling hand, she touched the area, feeling the space below her belly button.
It was firm. The press of her fingers found no softness, no plush, just the unyielding resistance of her womb rapidly expanding outwards.
“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed, her eyes going wide towards the ceiling. “I’m pregnant!”
There was a digital ding! from the computer in front of her and Elena’s head snapped forward.
A tip! She had gotten a tip! It was only five dollars, and everyone knew that the site took its own cut, but regardless she had gotten a tip!
Still squirming in her seat, Elena called out to her invisible audience, “Th-thank you!”
A painful jolt shot through her, not dissimilar to a menstrual cramp. Instinctively, Elena bent forward and moved to caress her middle, finding to her surprise that her lower belly was at least the size of a grapefruit. She moaned, both at the feeling of its size and at the psychological shock that she was actually growing.
“Oh my god,” she whimpered, watching as her waistband stretched outwards, rising up and away from her flank by the outwards push of her womb. The slit of her navel was bobbing, easing forward a centimeter at a time as her uterus expanded higher up inside her abdomen. Elena truthfully knew little about pregnancy, but if she was forced to guess, she’d have thought she already looked four months pregnant, maybe five-- and it had only been a few minutes.
Breathing through the prickling sensation of her skin spreading over her womb, she glanced up at her computer screen. What she saw almost made her forget that she was growing in real time.
“No way!” she said. “25 viewers?! H-hi, everybody!”
Cha-ching! Another tip-- and this one was ten dollars!
Nice belly, posted an Anon in the chat.
“Th-thanks,” she answered, moving her hand to caress her bulge. Her nerves flared, prickling like electricity with enhanced sensitivity.
She swiveled the chair to the side, giving her audience a look at just how far her belly was not protruding from her middle. Her shorts were squeezing it so tightly that it was crushed into an indent, her navel tilted downwards. Elena motioned to open the button, but stopped herself.
She called, “Hey chat...should I open my shorts or bust out of them?”
For the first time ever, the text box erupted.
Pop em!
wanna see that belly
break the button
Teasingly, the streamer wriggled her hips in her chair, rolling them like a cobra.
“Whoever gives the biggest tip decides.”
The audience squabbled, the money rolling in. Ten dollars for pop, then twelve for open, then fifteen for pop, and another 17 for open. It was an auction of gooners and her stuffed belly was for sale.
Elena grunted over the sounds of her chat. The shorts were getting tight. The material was cutting into her painfully. The growth wasn’t slowing down just because they were caught in a betting match. Inside her, something shifted, and if she hadn’t explicitly known what was happening she would have mistaken it for a large gas bubble in her bowels.
Releasing a long exhale through her puckered lips, Elena groaned, “Oh, fuck, I think it’s moving…!”
Just as a 25 dollar tip for pop came through, the metal button on her shorts gave way, her belly spilling out between the open panels of her fly.
“Wow!” she panted, feeling like she could breathe again. “Good timing, chat!”
She could see the roundness of her belly in its totality for the first time, uncovered by her shorts. Examining herself on the monitor, she turned in her chair, looking at it from multiple angles. The curve began above her belly button and descended towards her pubic hair, appearing as though she had cantaloupe smuggled beneath her skin. Shifting in her seat, she could actually feel it brushing against her thighs. By her own amateur estimation, she was at least six months along now.
The pressure from her belly was spreading. Elena could feel the tightness in her chest now. The skin of her breasts was itching, the area around her nipples aching with a growing soreness. She looked down at them and say that before her very eyes her tits were rising up and away from her ribcage.
Nails scraping against the armrests, Elena cried, “Oh, chat, my tits...my tits are growing!”
The gap between the mounds was shrinking. The little bug bites she had called breasts before were filling out, becoming rounder, forming into a proper rack. The flesh pushed together, a line of cleavage developing as their size increased. Her initial A cup was swallowed up by a B, then a C, the black triangles of her bikini top pushed ever farther away by the growing swell. Licking her lips, Elena shimmied her shoulders, watching as her tits properly jiggled.
The curve of her uterus was creeping up her abdomen, the protrusion now beginning at her ribcage. A sensation like a water balloon turning over flubbed inside her womb, enough to make her compulsively reach for her belly. It felt so real, she could have sworn there was an actual baby inside her with how intense the movement was.
More tips. More viewers. There were over forty of them now, almost fifty! Elena opened her mouth to greet the newcomers but instead was cut off by a long, lowing moan as her belly surged forward.
“It’s getting...it’s getting bigger…” she panted, her thighs spreading as her womb inched ahead to fill the space. She had to be seven months now, the third trimester hitting her like a smack in the face.
On her chest, her tits bulged another cup size larger. They felt distinctly full, a primal urge overcoming her to massage them, to squeeze her nipples. Elena pressed her palms into the outside shapes of them, her cleavage elongating, whining as warm fluid gushed out into her top.
As liquid dripped down onto her belly, she stammered, “M-milk…!”
Her belly jerked, not from growth this time but from a kick. The shape of her womb warped, lurching to the side and distending narrowly as the shape of a limb pushed it out. The baby, or whatever it was, was so large now that she could feel the form of it inside her. It lay transverse in her uterus, its head pushing out of her right side, its feet jamming against her left. It squirmed, the weight of it flopping against her inner organs, pressing so hard into her lungs that the wind knocked out of her.
Cha-ching! Cha-ching! Cha-ching!
Through the narrow slit of her eye, Elena could see that she had already made nearly 200 dollars.
The sideways baby was suffocating her. She needed to move it. Elena placed her hands on either side of her belly, palpating for the general shape of the head and feet, and began to push it in opposite directions. A strangled cry wrenched from her open mouth as she manually positioned the baby inside herself to the tune of the payments rolling in.
“God, it’s so fucking BIG!” she shouted, the unborn child squirming restlessly inside her as she tried to shift it.
Her belly warped, the width shrinking in and becoming momentarily tall, her now D cup breasts bobbing on the top shelf of her belly that was now curving out below her sternum. She felt the skull scrape against the top of her pelvis, her eyes watering, until it dropped head down between her hip bones. In protest, the fetus jammed its feet up, the shape of the appendages rising up from the top of her gut.
Now that her lungs were no longer compressed, Elena panted freely, her belly so large that it sat as round as a basketball between her parted thighs. A final surge of growth struck her, sending her womb another inch towards her knees, before her body finally stopped expanding.
“Well, guys,” she said to the audience of now almost 100. “What do you think?”
There was no doubt about it. She was pregnant, and full-term at that. A faint but darkened line divided her belly down the middle, her navel a shallow and almost flat splotch on the far end of her womb. The entire mass was beautifully round, a perfect descending arch from her chestbone down to her pelvis, the globe occasionally trembling as the baby inside shifted. Elena could feel the head so low in her hips, the weight of it made her feel like it could fall out of her at any time. The natural urge to keep her legs spread was undeniable, and she was grateful that she had the chair beneath her to act as a counter-pressure to the heaviness in her sex.
The tits had been unexpected, but they were highly welcome. Elena was thrilled at the size of them. The tiny bathing suit top hardly even covered her nipples now. Each breast was like a melon, blue veins scattered about the surface and leading down towards her areolas which, from what she could see peeking out from the top, had turned several shades darker. Pressing them together between her hands, her rack had a genuine squish to it now. Hopefully she would get to keep these once the pills wore off.
“Jesus Christ, chat, these pills are powerful things, aren’t they?”
The text scrolled by, too quick for her to read. The tips had slowed down now that the growth was over, but still pinged here and there. Is this what internet celebrities felt like?
The baby squirmed, her belly wobbling. Elena clutched her belly, moaning as the fetus tumbled around inside her abdomen. It felt far larger and heavier than she had expected it would, and the strength of its movements were a total surprise to her. She bent her knees, tensing her thighs, and attempted to lift her hips from the seat. The muscles in her legs burned as she hovered for a moment then collapsed back down into her gaming chair. Maybe it was a good thing that she had sprung for the pricier model.
Circling her fingertips around her navel, Elena watched her own image on the dual screens, small bulges rising and falling as the baby moved in her.
There was a ping as a highlighted comment was pinned to the chat. Looking over her new curves, Elena strained to read it. It was a 50 dollar tip with a comment attached.
How much for you to take another?
She was already pouring some more pills into her hand, two of them this time.
“You tell me,” she told the camera, tossing them back as someone sent her another 100.
This larger dose seemed to hit more quickly. Within minutes she was already feeling the tell-tale shifting in her abdomen of the two additional babies growing. Leaning back in her chair, she watched as the surface of her womb bubbled, the first baby writhing as the other two expanded rapidly around it. Her head fell back, a gravelly moan grinding in her throat.
“Fuck, these kids are beating me up!”
The engorged tissue of her inflated tits tingled as a double dose of milk rushed into them, the flesh rising up higher in front of her gaze like two balloons filling with air. The bikini top shrank, pulling down her breasts, her bare nipples like two fingertips staring back at her audience. The sides of her belly prickled, itching where her flank was stretching upwards towards her monitors, a trio of big babies now packing her petite middle with their hefty bodies.
Her hands roamed her belly, eyes glazed. The skin of her abdomen was so tight that the touch of her fingertips left pale trails on its surface. The children inside her churned, the shapes of her their limbs palpable from the outside.
Languidly, she panted, “There’s fucking...there’s fucking triplets in me…”
Instinctively, she tried to move in her seat, but found herself immobilized under the weight of her triplets. Her spine writhed impotently, her hips grinding painfully as the weight of the babies crushed down on her pelvis. The head of the first fetus was so low, she could feel it deep in her hips, practically smashing her cervix. When she tried to lift herself, her thickened thighs flexing, the head sank down deeper, her pelvic floor lowering down into her tender vagina. Clutching the armrests of her chair, her eyes swiveled towards her brows, her mouth pulled into a lewd O as she moaned through the pleasure of being filled.
Cha-ching!
Elena’s eyes drifted up, looking towards her screens. A 200 dollar tip?!
Take another, the attached note said.
The triplets moved, in tandem this time, her belly contorting like an octopus in a bag. Elena’s tits, like soccer balls perched on her gut, spurted onto her mound as they bounced on the wobbling shelf of her womb.
Her hands trembling, she fished out another pill from the bottle. The triplets were already a struggle, but it’s not like she could say no to a tip that big.
The pill disappeared inside her mouth, feeling thick and heavy as it slid down her throat. Quadruplets couldn’t be that bad, right? People still had quadruplets sometimes, didn’t they?
Elena’s fingers gripped the armrest, the knuckles paling, her knees opening as far as the chair would allow as a surge of growth send her navel marching out past her knees. The streamer bellowed, the sound choking in her throat, the thick muscle of her uterus creaking painfully as a fourth baby ballooned up inside it.
“NO ROOM!” she cried, her head thrashing in the chair, her chin brushing against the tops of her inflated tits. “TOO MUCH...BABY!”
The newest baby was forcing the other three into a new arrangement as it grew, the shape of her belly distorting. Her skin was losing its remaining elasticity, the top of her belly flattening into a long, jutting plane, the sides bulging, the entire mass deformed with the jutting shapes of limbs and partially protruding heads. The lowest baby was being shoved down farther, the wide skull pressing down deeper into the opening of her pelvis, her cervix dropping into her pussy, shortening her canal. That baby squirmed, its head rotating, and Elena screamed, her back arching uselessly beneath the piles of stuffed flesh that was her body.
“I’M GONNA CUM! THE HEAD IS MAKING ME CUM!” she roared, her bones twisting, shoulders jerking.
The crotch of her open shorts darkened, suctioning to the folds of her cunt as it dampened with her juices. Though her cervix was still stubbornly closed, the typically flat seam of her sex was distended, the bulge visible through the material of her shorts. The skull of the first baby was so low that it was practically falling out of her.
The force of her orgasm caused the litter of quadruplets to erupt, her skin tenting and sinking, the skin crackling with stretchmarks that formed with each deforming push outwards.
CHA-CHING! CHA-CHING! CHA-CHING!
One more. One more. One more.
The pills quaked in the bottle as she lifted it. She was full to bursting, her skin burning and her womb aching like it was about the rupture, but she couldn’t say no to the tips. It was so much money, she had to do it.
Three more pills, down the hatch. She felt them land in the crushed pouch of her stomach, pressed flat by the quadruplets displacing her organs. Almost immediately a wave of dread swept over her; the dark, dawning realization that she had made a terrible mistake.
The distressed sack of her middle roiled. Elena could feel it against the inside of her thighs, the bodies of her confined children pushing out against her butterflied legs. The quadruplets had already expanded her so much that her navel was out past her knees, the previously narrow indent now a bruised splatter on the end of her gut, and she had just foolishly added three more.
The bloated curves of her tits were lifting up higher, encroaching on her vision like twin sunrises, the flesh blushing pink, darkening to red, as her skin strained to cover the milk and tissue multiplying inside them. The thick buds of her nipples stung as they extended farther than genetics intended, thin but pressurized jets of milk sputtering out of the tips as the internal force overwhelmed her body’s ability to contain it.
Eyes going wide, she stammered, “O-oh no…”
Her stretch marks were thickening, broad horizontal lines widening from her hips to her navel, splinters radiating around her destroyed navel like cracks in a windshield. Elena tried to move, tried to stand, but she was hopelessly pinned, her belly entombing her in the gaming chair. Any semblance of standard roundness was gone, her womb was a deformed sack of undulating babies, her torso swallowed up by it, the sides of it oozing and bulging beneath the armrests.
“Too full!” she sputtered, lifting her knees as much as she could manage, trying to open her hole enough for what she was about to do. “TOO FULL!”
She had taken too much. There were too many.
She had to push. If she didn’t get them out now she would burst.
Her entire belly lurched, the septuplets seeming to move in unison, the writhing mass jerking up towards her face and knocking the wind out of her with its weight on her lungs. When it dropped back down again, Elena screamed at the pressure on her pelvis, the first baby’s head cracking through her cervix as its six other siblings slammed down on it.
Elena’s mouth was pulled into a snarl, her fingernails chipping as they scraped along the chair’s armrests. She could feel the top of the head in her vagina, the canal so shortened that the width of the skull filled her completely, her tortured G spot feeling like it had been attached directly to a car battery.
“I’M PUSHING!” she wailed, leaning so far back in her seat that her enormous tits were nearly falling into her open mouth. “OH, GOD, MY VAGINA! IT’S IN MY VAGINA!”
She bore down with all her strength, her womb continuing to expand ahead of her, her pussy lips ballooning into the material of her shorts.
Her shorts. She still had her pants on.
With horror, Elena realized she was trying to birth into her clothes.
Her eyes rolled into her skull as an orgasm crashed down onto her, the first baby’s head trapped in her stretched canal. Her hands scrambled for the waistband of her bottoms, barely able to get her fingers into them around the crush of her fattened thighs. Another contraction slammed down on her, blinding her with the intensity of her climax, the head inching through her pussy, the crotch of her shorts bulging, then sliding back in to her oozing canal-- back and forth, in and out, her mind paralyzed with the stimulation.
“Can’t get...can’t get them off…!”
The shorts were halfway down her pillowy ass, the dimpled flesh spilling over them. The jets of milk spilling from her tits had intensified, the pressure sending them up higher, her own cream splashing down onto her face until she sputtered, turning her head and gasping around it.
Another inch down. She was forced to close her thighs just so she could get her pants down. As she brought her legs together she screeched, her delicate opening burning, then stinging, as the enormous head pulled it beyond its ability to stretch.
Thrashing her head, milk filling her nose and mouth, she bellowed, “I’M BREAKING! IT’S BREAKING ME! OH, GOD, I HAVE TO FUCKING PUSH AGAIN!”
Against her will, her body acting without her consent, she bore down again, the head descending hard in the now narrowed passage of her cunt. Desperately she pulled at her bottoms, her biceps straining, tugging them down to her knees so she was finally, mercifully, able to kick them off.
Elena’s legs cracked open, her distended labia on full display for her audience. Her hole was stretched to an agonizing gape, the first crown forcing its way through.
The partially-born fetus squirmed inside her, the woman screaming as orgasms and contractions pummeled her on every inch of her immobilized body.
“GET IT OUT!” she wailed, her voice tearing through her throat, her vision blurred.
Her knees were flayed, pinned to the ends of the armrests. Between her soaking thighs was the baby’s head, born to its brow. The streamer’s face was invisible behind the wall of her quaking gut, the convex sides of her breasts peeking out at the top, streams of milk rising and falling like fountains.
Just as she was gathering the strength to push again, to relieve some of the hideous pressure by birthing at least one of these monstrous babies, she could feel something was happening inside her belly. That bubbling was back, the sensation that something more was growing.
Frantically she looked around, as though she might find the answer, or help, somewhere on her bedroom walls.
“No…!” she pleaded desperately. “I didn’t...I didn’t take any more. Why am I…?”
Her words were speared by a scream-- her own. It was undeniable: her belly was growing again.
They had split. Some of the newest embryos had split into twins, others into triplets. There was a reason the bottle said not to take more than two at a time, but it was too late for that now.
Elena shrieked, her upper spine arching, the woman trapped in her own body like it was a straight jacket. The entire from of her belly darkened to a furious red, deepening to a purple as the integrity of her skin began to give way. The head in her cunt pulsed, the entire opening visibly throbbing with the skull bulging out of it grotesquely, her consciousness wiped by the onslaught of pain and orgasms.
“I’m gonna...I’m gonna blow…” she gasped, her face soaked with milk. Her voice was nearly inaudible beneath the breast flesh that was starting to cover her mouth.
Another push, a weak one, the head squeezing out an inch, the nose popping free. The sheer internal pressure from all the babies eased the birthing skull farther, causing Elena to wail in agonized pleasure at the sensation of its features slipping through her canal.
The head flopped out of her hole, hanging obscenely between her open legs, the woman reduced to a birthing hole, a destroyed belly, and smothering tits.
One of the babies, a massive one from one of the earliest sets of pills, shoved its foot out impatiently, the highest spot on her belly rising to a point, the maroon skin yellowing as it thinned, then split.
A black screen came across the monitors as the woman fell to pieces, her litter spilling out across the floor: user has been banned for this content.
FIN.
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Dear unscrupulous mad scientist who is going to recruit me into an experiment where you force me to gain 100 pounds before knocking me up with septuplets and making me go full term then birth them naturally before starting the entire process over again with even more babies: can you hurry up please I’m tired of waiting
trans boy who just has too many babies. he's had more babies than he can reasonably handle and everyone he knows is always telling him he needs to slow down and take a break, but he just can't. all he knows is breeding, growing, birthing, gestating, and nothing is ever gonna get him to stop. no matter what anyone tells him, even if he pretends to listen, his belly will always, always start growing again shortly after he gives birth and his family will just keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger
imagine a pregnant transmasc is at the grocery store. hes obviously close to popping, his belly is so so round on his frame and hes just so gravid. the weight of his belly so clearly burdening him as he sloooowly waddles through the aisles
he runs into an old classmate from school who is SHOCKED to see just how pregnant their former classmate is and they make small talk as he pants through the catch up talk because the baby stuffed in his womb is pushing on his lungs. they make their separate ways
less than a year later, old classmate runs into the guy again but he looks nearly the same, if not even MORE pregnant than the last time they saw him. they thought that they had the baby?? but the transmasc awkwardly laugh and rub their huge belly and explain that no they did have the baby. he’s just pregnant with twins this time and the classmate is amazed that they had two pregnancies nearly back to back
fast forward another year, same classmate again runs into the transmasc. this time he’s got a toddler propped up on his wide fertile hips and two babies in the cart and would you look at that, ANOTHER big heavy pregnant belly. the classmate can’t believe it. how is he pregnant AGAIN? this time, the pregnant guy looks almost flustered when he explains he’s having another set of twins. there should be some shame for the fact he can’t seem to keep his legs closed but it’s not his fault he’s so damn fertile!
Too fertile for your own good. The sweet scent of your cunt attracted the wrong man. It made him follow you home, shadow you and stalk you for months.
And now he's been breakin' in to slip sleeping pills into your food during the day & coming inside your bedroom at night to pump you with seed, to lick it and suck it and lube it up with a coat of spit, to play with it by jiggling your pink little lips. Maybe even by taking pictures of you. You'll never know you've been bred until your belly becomes too large to play off as bloating.
I just NEED more centralization on the kicking of pregnancy, the pressure, the feeling of your belly being overtaken by the little bulges of the life inside maybe getting cut off mid protest by the sheer force of a kick. Them getting antsy just feeling their other parent’s presence. Weirdly specific part of the fetish jbut feeling your belly grow a little bit each kick. A solid thud against your belly and suddenly a little jerk as your belly groans a few centimetres??? Idk it’s just so good
Oh my god I love the thought of pregnancy movement soooo much too nonnie. Just the fact that's its undeniable activity/proof that there's something alive inside your stretched out middle is so attractive. Already stretched skin undulating with life as the babs/litter inside you perpetually squirm. Being able to feel every shift of movement inside you as they writhe. Just knowing you're carrying something alive? And then not knowing how many you've got crammed in your overstuffed pregnant belly. And all you can do is wonder as more and more different sources of movement start making your belly more misshapen.
AND WAIT, I just registered the belly growing every time you feel a kick prompt!!!
Genuinely, I haven't heard that one before, but it's doing something to me. Rapid pregnancy is slow but still rapid. Maybe it takes a few hours for me to look 4 months. But I'm there so slow- than the first bit of movement happens. It doesn't even register as movement maybe- its just tiny little fluttering feeling. And it goes away after- plus I'm busy at my desk so I don't really notice my belly bloating out a notciable bit more after the feeling. Then it happens again a bit stronger and I think maybe it's gas. My belly starts growing again in reponse- it was more like a quick jump in growth than the slow, steady progression I was undergoing.
It happens again and it's like a light muscle spasm. I sigh and finally roll my chair out and I get to watch as in time with the first bulge of life press on my stomach- only for my shirt to strain as my belly jumps in another size in reponse. I gasp, and my hand flies onto my now very pregnant belly. Another kick and clear signs of whatever I was pregnant with being fussy makes a small ball in my shirt before disappearing when my shirt threatens to rip under the sudden amount of girth it was forced to try and contain. My poor stomach groans loudly in protest as if I could somehow stop the sudden strain much like my shirt it was being forced to too take too-
I have to quickly peel my shirt up towards my chest, and it's just in time for another now larger bulge slam right into the center of my stomach. Forcing it to jut more outwards. Only the skin doesn't come back down as the rest of my belly surges forward to meet it-! So I watch in time as my belly button pops out fat on my now heavily overdue pregnant belly. I gasp and pant the heavy weight of the baby in me, only growing every sign of life it shows. I still jerk in my chair when, this time, two separate bulges force my skin to bump outwards.
My belly groans and gurgles with a loud slosh followed by the sound of my belt snapping so hard the metal smacks into the wall with an audible sound. My belly no longer being supported falls even heavier in between my spread thighs. "Oh no no no-" I can feel the movement start fluttering and I know what's about to happen again with me not being able to do much but sit there and try not to cum my own brains out than and there watching myself only get more and more pregnant-
A squirm happens and- oh no.
I realize why it keeps happening so often.
There's more than one in there-!
The at least two different sources of movement start squirming more- my skin undulating softly as the twins now growing in me tried to get comfortable. Two more kicks turns to three at the same time and I groan loud when my gut rumbles and surges forward again. Belly thwaping against the edge of my desk and forcing my thighs apart so very wide to make room for the absurd amount of space my brats were set on making for themselves. My belly groans in protest yet again unhappy by the development it was forced to undertake. But my pregnant belly only rumbles again, followed by a more reserved glug. Like it had settled again after yet another insane growth spurt...
Only for my eyes snap wide open as a third source of movement starts squirming inside of me.
And I end up cumming the hardest I ever have when my belly groans and jumps into the fattest heaviest triplet belly I've ever seen. My own orgasm and clenching of my womb only makes my overactive now steadily growing litter even more active... a vicious cycle 💕
"Oh I get a lot of random bruises that I don't know where they come from." That's slightly concerning and you should probably confirm that you know what they're from. You might have a vitamin deficiency or perhaps a disease. However more importantly can I see pictures of them. And also before you fix it if it is something that needs fixing can I please play with your easily bruised body for a normal amount of time. You might not enjoy it but I really, really will.
i'm gonna fuck this knot into you. the cock itself already gives you enough of a stretch that you're arching your back and drooling like a good little slut. then i push harder and you almost try to squirm away instinctively, but i hold onto your pretty hips and make sure you take it. as i keep pushing, breath-takingly slow, the stretch starts to burn and your legs tremble. you mewl in protest, but your thighs are soaking wet so i know that you just want more. i reach the widest part of my knot and i pause, pulling your ass cheeks apart to admire how your pussy looks stretched so obscenely around it. your hips start to buck slightly—even through the pain, you can't help but subconsciously keep trying to fuck yourself on it. i let you indulge for a few seconds, watching your taut skin roll back and forth against my knot, leaving a wet trail wherever it touches. eventually, i can't wait any longer and i sink it fully into you, making you moan and drop your head to the bed as your cunt swallows the knot whole. i sit in it, enjoying the warm tightness and rocking back slightly against your entrance. from inside, my knot makes your pussy bulge, and it keeps sucking me back in, desperate to stay plugged up. but that's not my plan.
once i'm ready, i start pulling my knot out again and you start to whine, but your legs keep sliding farther and farther apart for me and your pussy is pulsing pathetically around my cock. i keep pulling and pulling until i'm at the widest part again and your toes curl at the feeling as i tease you there again, holding your pussy as open as possible for me. you moan something incoherent that sounds like it could be, "please," but you're way past talking at this point. slowly, i pull the knot out of you, and despite the considerable girth of my cock, you find yourself almost feeling empty, like you're missing something. i watch your pussy twitch against my cock, squeezing itself again and again in a desperate attempt to feel the stretch again. i knead your ass cheeks in my hands and fuck you shallowly for a few more seconds, allowing your cock-drunk mind to start catching up with your pussy.
but one single pump isn't enough. i can't hold back any more. i grab ahold of your hips again for stability and start pounding my knot into your pussy mercilessly, making you squeal and clench even tighter around me in surprise. with each pump, there's a slight stutter, a moment of give as your pussy stretches out to its widest point. but i keep punching that fat knot into you, over and over and over again until your pussy is no longer too tight for a smooth ride. you haven't stopped moaning or blubbering, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out like the braindead whore you are.
once i'm satisfied, i pull apart your ass cheeks again and slowly pull the knot then my cock out, your pussy spasming and seizing after the brutal fucking. once it's empty, the gape is beautiful, clenching desperately on nothing; even after i've broken your pussy, it's begging for more.
the thought of being trapped in a pregnancy, having to push out a baby you never wanted to have. "no please, no please not like this. please I don't want to be a mother, I don't want to give birth" having so many people watch you scream out a baby you hated growing only to congratulate you on a motherhood you resented
If I hate you make sure to rape me and knock me up so I’m forced to live with the knowledge that your semen will live inside me for four days, desperately trying to penetrate my egg until one is finally successful and our baby implants itself into the lining of my womb. So I’m forced to know my body is giving up its resources to grow your seed and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. That I’m going to be permanently changed and marked by what you did to me.
trans boy slut who without even trying ends up getting his pussy fucked raw by every man he meets and he doesn't care about the consequences and just lets his belly swell up with random men's babies over and over again
hi thank you so much for unlocking my desperate need to be fully pregnant with bugs and larva 🥵🥰❤️ my pussy and womb would be so good to them
obviously duh? like what else are you gonna use them for except to get stuffed full of squirmy slimy crawling critters and then feel good from it? like, sure, no normal person would even think about it, but let's be real one of the best uses for a womb is to stretch it tight around a huge writhing mass of fat grubs and worms and things with too many legs. being pregnant with anything else is fine, but imagine if someone asked when the baby was due and you don't have a baby, just thousands and thousands of little creatures making you look round enough to be wayyy overdue :3 stretching your fallopian tubes to fit inside, tangling around your ovaries...
and it would probably be sooo embarrassing if some of them started to come out in public, like you can feel your cervix losing its grip so you whimper but maybe people think you're going into labor cause you look pregnant but it's actually just bugs and worms and larvae squirming out of your body, so when someone takes off your pants to help they gush out and you cum from the squirming feeling against your walls, and now you're just laying there squirming in pleasure while people stare and take videos and jack off and make fun of you for enjoying it so much, but you probably need help to get those all back inside, right? maybe one of those nice onlookers can help :)
Had a thought like big brother and younger brother who "bond" all the time, the older brother telling his lil bro that he's gonna make sure that lil bro gets his best "present" and gets him pregnant, lil bro blubbering and begging for his present, not knowing what it is, his stomach swelling over the months but big bro just strokes it, telling him that his present is coming soon, and when nine months pass, he goes into labour, big bro smirks gleefully, telling him that his present is coming as the younger brother sobs, trying his best to deliver his "present", not knowing whats happening to him or his body and begging his brother to take his present out already, hm yea thoughts
i love this. the younger brother sobs and screams in pain, feeling something big and hard slowly stretch him open. "please, don't look!! what's happening?" he sobs, shaking and gasping as he pushes.
the big brother just rubs his back and says, "you'll see. keep pushing <3"
kid home from college for summer break notices their favorite dinner, cooked by their doting father, tastes a little odd but thinks nothing of it. they don't even think of it later that evening, because they're too busy getting raped by their dad.
they don't think about it the next few days, when their stomach grows so rapidly they're unable to get away or even really move as their dad continues raping them.
they don't think about it as they're giving birth for the first time, begging for their father to stop fucking them long enough for them to push the baby out, only days after their first rape.
they start to wonder when they realize their stomach is no smaller than it was before giving birth.
they notice all their meals have the same odd aftertaste as the days drag on, giving birth once or twice a week, their water always breaking on their father's cock.
it takes only a month for their first child to grow to adulthood, and not much longer for them to join their father/grandfather in raping their immobile other parent.
they start giving birth more and more often as the kids grow up and start fucking them. they want to stop eating the meals, which they've figured out are dosed with something, but the father always knows exactly what their pregnant state is making them crave, and isn't afraid to force it down their throat if they do try and go on a hunger strike. (it takes lots of energy to grow healthy and strong offspring, after all!)
weeks go by with little change, until suddenly their father stops letting them push, keeping them plugged up any moment he or one of his kids isn't fucking them, no matter how much they beg to be able to give birth, no matter how big their belly gets.
until one day about a week and a dozen unborn children later, when he and the other kids decorate their room. the father cheerfully tells them it's the first day of fall term, and takes the plug out.
some people only exist to be bred and have no place saying "no" to whoever wants to take them, especially their own father
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