18+ only. welcome to the spice blog enjoy your stay. ft preg tf xeno etc etc and various body horrors. They them, trans gay. this is a sideblog so it doesnât follow or like anything. i rp!
I was sitting in the bathroom, shirt sticking to me with sweat, hair a mess. I felt like I was dying, trying not to gulp in desperate gasps of air. I was burning up, my whole body working so hard, and for what? I told Dad making his nachos for us was gonna upset my stomach, and now here I was.
My eyes closed, I prayed nobody walked in. My belly had been cramping so hard all morning, and I had been in the middle of class when I realized I had to go, it wasn't an option anymore. At first I just needed it a little bit, I thought I could last until the break. But then a bad cramp hit and I barely fought back the pressure inside me, that urge to go right then and there. Iâd have just died if Iâd done that in front of the whole class, Iâd never live it down.
I let out a low moan, trying to stay as quiet as I could. Mom and dad always told me not to push when I went, but that wasn't an option anymore. I needed this out of me, now. I found myself lifting my feet to tippy toes and spreading my legs wide as I pushed with everything I had, face scrunching and an ugly, guttural grunt of force ripping out of me.
The thought never occured to me that spreading my legs like this might be making it more difficult to poop. It just felt right, in a way I couldn't understand. I didn't hold back, bearing down, and I felt something moving inside me. My eyes went wide as the tone of my grunt changed, feeling some mass deep inside starting to barrel through me. It was huge⊠stretching me⊠it hurt so bad, this was a nightmare, but I couldn't stop pushing!
There was so much pressure. I could barely breathe, this thing was giant! I had a little time to try to gather myself between cramps, but I could feel the next brewing. God. What has happening to me? Was I⊠dying? Was I gonna pass away sitting on the toilet like some rock star my parents would tell me about?!
Oh fuck, I needed to push again! This proved it, I was dying, I could feel it. My insides were coming right out of me, it was way too big, like my whole uterus was just sliding down my vagina! The pain was unimaginable, my vision was blurring, I couldn't breathe. That deep, primal grunt was forcing out of me again, I couldn't stop it, couldn't be quiet if I tried.
I felt a hideous pressure just behind my crotch as the cramping ended. I reached down, touched, and was horrified my what my fingertips found. It was all so hard, straining forward, the whole shape of my most intimate place was changed grotesquely. I thought I was using the bathroom??? What the hell was happening to me?!
Sweat dripped from my face, tears mingling with it. Everything was just hurting and straining and changing, this wasn't right, wasn't fair. I cursed my Dad for doing this to me, still believing this was somehow the fault of dinner. Some horrific indigestion. I couldn't imagine what else this could possibly be, what other nightmare I could be enduring right now.
Another horrific cramp came, and I gave into my instincts completely. There was no choice in the matter, not anymore. My body was doing this on its own, and I tried to make peace with myself, accept that my heart was about to slide out of my own vagina somehow. It must be some kind of curse, I knew I shouldn't have been so mean to the home ec teacher, everyone knew she was some kind of witch and-
The pain was so bad! My teeth were grit as I pushed. My hand hadnât moved, so I could feel my lips starting to spread. It burned, more and more, as my organs finally began to peek out of my privates. I could feel it under my fingers. Wet, slimy. Disgusting. And⊠hairy? My heart wasn't hairy? Or my uterus. This didn't make any sense. I couldn't understand it.
I didn't have long to think. I opened wider. Wider. The thing emerging from inside me was so big, I felt like it was about to split me in two. I couldn't fight it, my body was following some deep, primal instinct and there was no chance I could fight this need off. It was coming out. I felt the hairy mass open me so far, my poor vagina burning like it was on fire, until I felt a weird wrinkle of flesh⊠almost like an⊠ear? Or a⊠nose⊠oh godâŠ
Suddenly a rush of motion, and I groaned, sagging back. Fluid poured out of me and into the toilet. Something slimy, coated with my juices, was hanging between my thighs, touching them. I held my legs as wide as I could, repulsed by the sensation. I couldn't see what it was under my skirt, and I didn't want to move it to look, terrified of what it would be. The word âcrypticâ kept blinking in my mind, like some kind of alarm I couldn't find the button to turn off. Important, yet completely meaningless.
I gripped the toilet. My insides were flexing. I could feel this mass turning inside me. It felt so wrong, somehow completely different than everything leading to this moment. I just tried to hold on, to let this happen, not break down in sobs of terror and pain. I just wanted this over with, I barely even cared if I died now.
God. It was back. I had to push again. I had to push so bad, I was already doing it before I realized I had to. Somehow this bit was even bigger⊠but it was moving. Coming out. I could feel I was close. Right on the cusp of the end, just this last⊠big⊠puuushhh!!!
Something happened. The rest of the thing, I could only describe it as slithering out of me in a rush of slippery, slimy skin. It fell into the toilet, as I sat, panting, vision blurring, trying to make myself think. To start being a person again, something more than just a glorified ball of base instincts and pain and fear.
Hesitantly, I leaned forward. Pulled my skirt back, looking down. As it came into view, my brain finally realized what that word âcrypticâ had to do with any of this.
We talked about it in health class. One of the girls had heard about it from some relative. A cryptic pregnancy was when your belly barely grew, if at all, and there were few to no definitive symptoms that you were growing a life inside you. It was possible to carry a baby to term and even give birth without realizing you were pregnant.
The newborn baby, still connected to me by the umbilical cord hanging out from between my legs, started to cry.
A ragged breath rips from her throat as she rolls her head forward, grunting softly as her next contraction begins to build. Her legs are spread for you, thighs trembling wildly on either side of the bulge of her cunt. No head is visible yet, but her lips begin to gape and spread as her grunts evolve into a small roar, fluid leaking from her hole as she pushes in earnest.
"Ohhhhh," she groans, half delirious. "Oh, its- OH. It's comingggg." Her nails dig into the flesh of her thigh, face screwed up with effort as she pulls her leg further back. Her cunt bulges obscenely around the emerging head and more fluid leaks from her vagina, coating your fingers in slick as you reach forward to slide the pads of them over her folds. The skin is red, hot to the touch, and she whimpers as she thrusts her hips forward.
"Coming," she repeats, vouce clear with intent. And yes, yes it is. Her labia part as she shrieks with effort, exposing the smallest sliver of wet, dark hair. "I- I'm pushing. I'm pushing! I can't stoppppp."
Despite the bulge of the head in her canal, the crown of which has spread her labia to the point of turning her soft folds bloodless and white (oh, the burn must be delicious, if her cries tell you anything about the sensations she's experiencing), her shaking thighs attempt to snap shut, trapping your hand against her cunt. "Mmmmmphhh!" Her chin hits her chest as she pushes again, grinding her sore and swollen clit against your fingers. "'S it- can you- fuck! Oh, fuck. I need it ouuuuuuut."
The vice grip in her belly releases, the sides of it heaving around the shape of the child as she struggles to catch her breath. "So low," she moans quietly, comtinuing to rock her hips. "God, the stretch-."
And... well, fuck. The stretch. The burn. The teardrop shape playing peekaboo behind her lips. You brush your thumb over her clit, inhaling sharply as she whimpers in a way that let's you know she's preparing to push. "Ohhhh, its gonna come. Its coming. Its-." Her words break off rapidly, and the only sound that escapes her is a wild scream as the head surges forward. She makes an attempt to twist away from you, thighs clamped tightly around your hand as she shrieks and struggles to hold the child in.
"MMMMM, FUCK. BURNINGGGG!"
You press against the bulge of her crown, applying the smallest hint of pressure. With a small hiss, she forces her eyes open and turns to you, panting sharply as the child continues its descent. Her eyes are wild and wet with tears, and you appease her with a gentle smile and a soft kiss as you shift closer to pry her legs back open.
Completely naked, spread, and exposed, she hisses and struggles to no avail. The child sits at half crown; her clit is hard and pulsing against the ridge of its skull, and her labia are shiny with amniotic fluid and what you know to be her own arousal. Maybe you'll have a taste, you muse.
As her belly tightens once more and a groan builds in her throat, you shift your hand just slightly to completely cover her rapidly spreading hole. "Oh, you really can't stop, can you baby?" you croon, experiencing a jolt of arousal as the head surges forward against your hand. "Pushing like that? So... uncontrolled?"
"Get it out," she pleads. "I-holy FUCK, I need it out."
You wait a beat. Feel her push. Feel the head slip further out (nearly to the brow bone that time; you can hear the little noises she makes when it grinds against a sweet spot inside) and feel it retreat. Feel her go limp as she slumps back against the edge of the bed behind her, legs falling open as the bulge has become too prominent to deny.
"Oh, baby girl," you murmur, giving her clit one last gentle stroke to invoke a sleepy smile in return. She must think she's close. Poor thing. The size of the head, as well as the yet unseen shoulders, would disagree. "Is it starting up again?"
"Mhm." Roughly 15 seconds later, she hums again, reaching down to pull her legs back once more. "Mmmmm, here it comes. Oh, its gonna be out soon."
You beg to differ, but you don't dare tell her so.
Another push begins with a ragged scream that rises from the depth of her chest. "ffffFFFFUCK GET IT OUT. I WANT IT OUT."
"Then push," you command. "Be a good girl, and push."
Loosely inspired by prompt 465.6, âitâs not common but id love to see some het mpreg. give me an alpha woman taking care of her super preggers omega bf. lolâ
Synopsis: Amber has a big crush on her roommate. He just so happens to be a hugely pregnant transman. And in this chapter, they take their relationship to the next level.
(Part 1) (Part 2)
âOooooh,â Charlie lowed, hands pressed desperately against his strapped-up belly. âFuck, please, Amber, sweetie, I need to stop, Iâm gonna burst!â At 39 weeks pregnant with ten children, his manwomb was swollen to such a size that he was more womb than man. Besides the sheer number of fetuses gestating in his colossal belly, and the obvious rarity of a pregnant transman, his pregnancy had been unusual in one more way; in a normal case of high-order multiples, there was a reduction in growth with each fetus being smaller than a singleton of comparable gestation. In this case, however, not only did each of the children straining Charlieâs belly match a singleton in size they exceeded them, shooting into the 99th growth percentile.Â
At his last scan, delivered at home since his swollen womb made him much too large to fit through the door, Doctor Lantry, his obstetrician, had estimated their weights to be in the range of eleven to thirteen pounds. As if it wasnât agony enough to have something like 120 pounds of baby squirming in his belly the sheer strain on his womb had triggered an overproduction of amniotic fluid known as polyhydramnios meaning that he had double that weight in fluid and placenta stealing whatever last bit of space remained in his womb and swelling him to such a ludicrous size that he was in his current situation.
Doctor Lantry had insisted that he go into a hospital for specialist support during the birth, but Charlie was terrified of being turned into a freakshow for medical interns to gawk at, or worse that a man with a baby belly the size of a grand piano would end up splashed across tabloids up and down the country. He wanted to give birth in private, and what her man wanted, he got.    Â
âHold on, honey, youâre almost there.â Amber, his girlfriend, said into the back of their rented moving van. Almost the totality of the storage space was just her boyfriend, specifically his womb, rippling with the movement of his colossal brood. He had grown so large that fitting him through the doors of their flat, or indeed even the rooms of their flat had become almost impossible.
To that end, Amber had rented a country manor with tall, wide doors that could fit even a preposterously pregnant man with ease. He had wanted privacy and so she picked one that was far out in the countryside, ten miles from the nearest village. Getting him there had been an ordeal, requiring the rented moving van and a long ramp, along with a hospital bed since he was now so pregnant as to be effectively bedbound. Lastly, it had required cargo straps to make sure that a sharp turn wouldnât cause his 360-pound womb to roll around and throw the vehicle off balance, or crush her poor, over-pregnant boyfriend under the weight of his own fertility.
The journey out of the suburbs had been fraught, but once they were on the motorway, it had been smooth sailingâŠ. For a while. As they neared their rented manor, the narrow and winding country roads had forced more than one harsh turn, which elicited pained wails from her man. She hated putting him through all of this, to hear his screams of pain as the unborn horde colonising his belly stretched and strained and threw their weight around his massively distended womb.
There was a stretch of downhill road where Charlie quivered breathlessly as the weight of his womb squashed the air from his lungs and steep uphill climbs that had him convinced his belly was going to rip off of him.
But it all turned her on. God, it turned her on. She loved to hear him wail and beg and plead with his own belly, his voice cracking from the strain. She had kissed him all across his belly as she strapped him into the van, from that bulging belly button to the point where the great swell met his sternum.Â
She knew how it made him feel to have a belly so big they literally needed a bigger building to house him in his last few weeks of gestation, but to her, this felt more like finding an appropriate temple for a god of fertility, ripe and ready to burst.Â
Speaking of ready to burst, Amberâs milk production had not let up one bit since she made the decision to induce lactation. Her flushed, swollen udders were desperate for relief, and she was desperate to feed her man.
Eventually, they reached the rented manor, which was situated at the end of a gravel path in the middle of a forest clearing. Tall and broad it could sleep a dozen with space to do so comfortably.
âWeâre here!â Amber yelled, partly out of excitement and partly to be heard over her boyfriendâs pained moaning.Â
What she saw when she hopped into the back of the van took the colour out of her cheeks. Charlieâs belly was often rippling with the squirming of his unborn children, indeed the only time they were at peace was when he suckled from her teat but the stress of the ride had clearly put them into overdrive. He had bitten onto one of his cargo straps to stop himself from screaming. Even as their father was on the verge of a panic attack the unborn horde barely contained within his womb kicked on indifferent to his suffering. Huge throbbing shapes warped the stretchmarked surface of his belly in a dozen places, lumps and valleys forming and unforming constantly. Her man ran a hand over what little of his belly he could reach, his head lolling back and forth as he endured the violence in his womb. His other hand clutched white-knuckle-tight around another of the loading straps. Far away from the rest of him, his poor, tortured belly button bulged like a cork ready to blow.Â
She ran over to him and pulled the strap out of his mouth.
âAaaayyyyghhh Amber, nghhhh it hurts, it hurts so fucking much, please mnghhhh! Please donât let me burst,â âShhh, shh, itâs okay,â Amber said as she freed one of her ponderous, milkswollen breasts. âLetâs calm you down.â
No sooner had she jammed one of her tits into his mouth than he began to drain her dry. With one hand she soothed his belly, feeling the crashing motions of his unborn children, and with the other she milked herself, thick white jets spurting onto the swell of his poor, tortured womb.
She lost herself to the ecstasy of emptying herself into him and onto him, she was not sure how long she nursed her man only that by the time he let go of her breast and told her he was full, she still had a way to go before she was empty.Â
âNot until I say weâre done, you want the babies to be big and healthy donât you?â she said sweetly, offering up her other breast to him.
âTheyâre already sooo big,â he groaned, his long, slender-fingered hands spidered over the mere fraction of his gigantic belly he could actually reach.
âAnd they always behave themselves when theyâre well fed,â she said, squeezing a spurt of milk across his chin. She saw him lick it, she knew he loved her taste. She had him. âYou know you want to.â
Without another word he latched onto her and drank deeply from her other breast.
âMmmhmâ she cooed encouragingly. âThatâs it daddy, take care of our babies, youâre such a good papa,â she said, one hand gently stroking his bump as the other cupped the his head to her chest, fingers running through his hair. âOooh and you treat your big milking mamma so well, youâre such a good boy, I love feeding you, daddyâ
All good things must come to an end, and so it was that eventually she ran empty and Charlie, his overfull stomach stretched just that little bit more by her thick motherâs milk, really could hold no more.Â
âAlright, letâs get you moved in,â she said with a gentle caress of his stomach, the movements within reduced to languid, almost gentle lumps moving slowly beneath the surface of that oceanic uterus.Â
The process of moving Charlie into the house was slow and laborious. Indeed, several times she feared that the stress of moving his pregnant bulk would have sent him into labour. She admitted to herself that the concept of him screaming into the open sky, stuck in some awkward position as he shoved his babies out was appealing but it was hardly safe. The first step was getting him off of the truck, which consisted of setting up a sequence of portable ramps - similar to the kind used by offroaders to ford small gaps - and then very carefully wheeling him down using a tow cable mounted in the truck hooked to his bed and then slowly easing his paternal mass down as gently as she could.
âJust be careful I donât crush you!â Charlie fretted as she went ahead of him down the ramp.
âOh what a way to go,â she whispered to herself, imagining the writhing weight of his belly squashing her into the floor, the pendulous sackfull of his brood pummelling her through the skin of his womb. That package couldnât get here soon enough.
The manor, being wheelchair accessible, was entered by a long, low ramp at the front of the main building. Being as it was an actual Disability-Law compliant architectural feature and not an amateurish adhoc solution it was far less rickety and far less stressful to get Charlie into the house.Â
Once inside a long, broad hall ran the length of the house to a conservatory in the back some fifty metres away. Skylight ran through the second floor illuminating the corridor where light from the front and back could not reach. The dolleyâs casters glided easily over the well oiled hardwood in the entrance hall and back towards the living room. The room was something out of a Victorian bodice-ripper meshed with a 70âs swinger pad. Two floors high with the entirety of one wall given over to bookshelves, the second level accessed by a wheeled ladder. A well appointed entertainment centre sat in front of a lushly padded conversation pit. Elsewhere in the room was a reading nook, a hifi with space to dance and a few sofas for those who didnât fancy the pit. Rich blue and black feather-patterned wallpaper glinted darkly in contrast with the rich dark hardwoods of the fittings and furniture. Â
âChrsit alive Amber how can you afford all of this?â
âQuite easily, things have really picked up now that I have someone to motivate me,â she said giving him a long kiss on the mouth and then a few quick pecks on the belly. âA whole lot of someones.â
It was true, Her recent promotion and the extra money from her OnlyFans modelling had been a good start but only the start. She worked in the software industry, specifically she worked for Atomsense, a company that developed specialist software used in nuclear reactors. Or at least she had, after solving some data modelling problems to get a software upgrade through government approvals on time she had been snapped up as a special consultant to Department for Science, Innovation and Technology in a unique role that required proven experience and qualifications in both nuclear engineering and corporate programming as well as the people skills to get bureaucrats to put their faith in high science they could never understand. Needless to say, she commanded a high salary.
With a stable and high paying salary she could invest the nest-egg she had made from the web into several lucrative business investments meaning that even with the exorbitant cost of renting the manor and all of her other expenses she was still around ÂŁ100 richer day after day. She was not yet a millionaire but if all held, she would be time she retired.
But her real wealth was right next to her, breathing heavily and sighing to himself.Â
âNow, where do you want me to park you?â
âCan you put me by the dining table, itâs almost time for dinner.âÂ
The hospital bed did not provide enough room for Amber to cuddle with her boyfriend given the colossal size of his womb, so instead she stood by him for a long while leaned across his belly so that his head laid against her chest, and his big ripe belly was wobbling against her own midriff.Â
âIâm so sleepy, I hope you donât mind but I think the babies want me to take a nap,âÂ
She kissed him. âThen sleep,â
When she was sure Charlie was sleeping deeply enough that she wouldnât wake him she got out a tape measure and her phone and began assessing the dimension of his colossal stomach, which turned out to be an eyewatering 270 centimetres from sternum to pelvis. Measuring his shoulders, his legs and his inseam all produced far more sane and rational numbers.
She crunched a few numbers, made some calculations and went into another room to make some calls. She also had to move in their luggage.
When all was said and done it was time to sort dinner. Which meant something very different after the increase in her fortunes. Within a half hour she had half of the local takeaway's menu delivered to their door.Â
She was both far and near to Charlie as she watched him feed. Standing a few feet from his head, she massaged the great prow of his belly as he ate ravenously. His skin was slick with sweat and stretched tight around his massive brood.Â
âHowâs my big daddy getting on with his dinner,â
âThereâs no room but I just keep shoving it in,â he whimpered. âGod the babies are so hungry, Iâm so hungry, I canât get enough. Can I milk you afterwards, love.â
She purred as she leaned over that gloriously bloated womb of his. Her long, slender fingers seemed miniscule as she draped them over her loverâs belly.Â
âYou know just what I want to hear, babe,â she said and kissed his bellybutton. Her lust got the better of her and she found herself slathering the stretched rubbery nub with slathering kisses until she was practically fellating his fecund tip.
âOhhhh god,â he groaned, his voice muffled with food. âThatâs it, oh I feel like Iâm gonna blow,â he said, and swallowed before he let out a throaty moan, for once a moan of lust instead of pain.
âIâm such a belly perv arenât I babe,â she said, hugging close against his vast, fatherly frontage. âAnd Iâm so lucky Iâve got a big, handsome, fertile, daddy to dote on,â
When he was fully fed she snuggled closer to his chest and offered him desert.
âYour milkâs ready baby,â she said, pulling her bra down and playfully spurting some onto him.Â
Without another word he suckled just as desperately as he had in the van, his tongue flicking expertly over her teet. Immediately she felt herself release in him, waves of pressure pooling in her tits and jetting into him on a creamy white tide. She willed herself to produce more, spurt faster, fill her manâs hunger completely.
With a shudder she came, spurting her milk like a broken waterpipe on the release. Charlie sucked on until he was full, working her up near to the point of a second orgasm.Â
After excusing herself to finish off she came back with a small box held with great reverence in both hands.Â
âCharlie, I have something really important I want to ask you?â
âOf course - oh my god is that -â he said, barely coherent with shock.Â
She knelt beside her monstrously pregnant boyfriend and opened it âWill you marry me, Charlie?â
She saw him break into hormone-spurred tears of joy. âOh, Amber, of course I will!â
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âBe polite, be respectful, and do not ask my husb - my fiance about his condition,â She realised as she spoke she must have seemed quite a peculiar sight herself, spilling out of a wedding dress in the corridor of a rented country house.Â
âItâs alright, you meet people going through all sorts of things when you do a job like this,â said Claire, a cheerful notary with whom Amber had arranged their small, private wedding. âA lot of people choose a home wedding because of health issues,âÂ
âGood, itâs just that my Charlieâs very sensitive about the way he looks and I donât want anything spoiling our big day.â Amber said as she led them into the living room.
âOf course I-â it took a long time to get through the rest of her sentence as she looked over the very, very, very, VERY pregnant groom waiting for her in the main room. Laid out on a medical bed, he wore a suit of ludicrous proportions, which Amber had needed to lie about and say was intended as a prop in a surrealist arthouse movie. The blazer and trousers were black with grey pinstripes, all very normal. But then there was a white cotton shirt that swelled out more than seven feet in front of him, dozens of buttons straining to contain a belly that overhung the edge of his bed by a considerable margin. For a moment she thought it might have been some sort of prank, then she noticed the sore red stretchmarks and occasional freckle showing and assumed it was a growth of some sort until the Groom, Charlie, winced in time with a bulge underneath the fabric of his shirt. He was pregnant. Mid bogglingly, terrifyingly pregnant.
Standing as witnesses to this unusual union were two women, Doctor Lantry, and one of the nurses from her clinic, who she had called up to provide an ultrasound before the ceremony. Both of them were looking at Charlie with the sort of concern that implied they were worried they would have to go to work any moment. Indeed, the Doctor had let Amber know she had bought her birthing kit with her.
âThank you for having me,â Claire eventually managed to get out.
âOooh,â Charlie groaned, hands absently trying to stroke his belly through his shirt. âThanks for coming out to us.â
âShall we begin,â Amber said as she stepped beside her husband-to-be, his stomach so large that going face to face would have been a farce.
âWe are gathered here to witness the wedding of Charlie Carter and Amber Gartonâ Claire, the notary said as she went through the boilerplate of officiating a wedding. She was interrupted periodically by the gasps and whimpers of the very pregnant man in front of her.
âI pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride,â she said at last.
It was really more Amber kissing her new husband, she crouched down and kissed him passionately, her huge flushed breasts pressed against his chest. She rested a hand on his huge pregnant belly.
They used his gigantic womb as a table, mostly because Amber thought it was hot as fuck, and quickly signed the necessary paperwork.
Claire made some polite small talk and then zipped off to get it processed, though from the way she scurried out of there it seemed more like she was scared of the new husband rupturing in front of her.
Doctor Lantry stayed longer.
She approached the happy couple with the stiff politeness of a consummate professional. âCongratulations, Mister and Misses Carterâ she said guardedly. âBut you really need to consider induction, youâve done well to get this far and your last sonogram says the babies are all healthy but thereâs no need to strain yourself this much, frankly I think the babies should have come out of you weeks ago, but they can come out today if youâll just let me arrange transport to a hospital.â
âNo,â Charlie said breathily, his flushed cherubic features seeming particularly innocent as he could only look up at her from his spot in the bed. His womb was starting to throb with activity. âThank you for being such a good doctor, but I just canât face a hospital,â
âBesides,â Amber said lustily as she pawed her husbandâs belly. âI think these kids will come soon enough.â
âFine, look I donât live that far from here, give me a call if anything changes,â
Doctor Lantry and her nurse left and finally they were alone.
âUgh, I thought I was going to pop a button,â Charlie groaned, hands resting against the top curve of his huge bump.
âI kind of wish you had, imagine the looks on their faces when my big sexy hubby shows a little skin.â Amber said as she walked past him in the direction of the dinner table. âNow wit there,â
She wheeled in a utilitarian metal table and positioned it at a right angle to Charlieâs bed as close to the edge of his bed as she could get.Â
She scooted backwards onto the table and laid back with her legs hanging open off to either side. Peaking over her milk-heavy breasts she watched his already flushed face blush deeper as he took her all on, laid on the edge of the table with her legs hanging off the side.
âEat, and maybe Iâll feed you later,â she said, pinching a thick jet of milk from her right breast to encourage him.Â
Laying back she heard his laboured breathing get nearer and nearer. Eventually a hand reached up her thigh towards her panties. She slapped it away. âMy garter first, Iâm your wife now Mister Carter, you have to treat me right,â
A hand reached for her garter belt. She slapped it away again.Â
âWith your teeth. Show your wife how much you want it.â
Looking past herself she could see that great belly stir and lean as its owner stretched to his maximum to reach her.
Hands supported her calf and thigh. She felt teeth scrape her thigh and hot nostril breaths against her skin like some lustful beast. The fine lace of her garter trailed down her leg and off her ankle.
âOkay, now, you can have a piece of Misses Carterâ she said, helping him slide off her panties, already sodden in anticipation.
Charlie was a slightly clumsy lover but what he lacked in experience he made up for with sheer enthusiasm. A tongue lapped hungrily at her womanhood and occasionally a kiss planted on her lap to show his affection. Her breasts flushed with milk, spurting all over the fine white fabric of her wedding dress. Somehow she suspected she would not be showing it off to their children someday. But as much as she felt a hot, erotic pressure welling in her tits, something even stronger was building down between her legs.Â
âOH! Oooh Charlie! Yes!â She squealed as she came so mightily that it seemed like her waters had somehow broken, despite her empty womb.
She sat up and locked eyes with her new husband. His face flushed and damp, a lovedrunk smile on his face.
âYouâre delicious, you know that,â he said.
As a response she put her hand in his hair and then pressed his face back into her laps.Â
âGo for desert,â she said with a lusty chuckle.
He ate her out again, and then when she had orgasmed once more, he did something much more assertive than she expected. He grabbed her hips, dug his face in and went back for thirds. Then fourths, until finally, she was a panting, milkdrenched mess, her makeup smeared by sweat and joyful tears. Somewhere in her orgiastic gauntlet her fine updo had worked loose from her pleasured squirming.
âAlright, daddy alright.â she said, panting as if she had run a marathon. She pushed herself up to sitting, her arms quivering with sweet exhaustion. âThat was lovely, what brought that on?â
He wiped her juice back from his face into his hair and down his neck and shoulders. âWell you always look after me, I ughâ he said, a soft sultry tone cut off with a grunt caused by the kicking which had not abated in his womb. âSo I wanted to look after you. Besides you always get to see me looking a state, maybe I wanted to see you like that. Know I did that to you,âÂ
âYou're a new man now that weâre married Charlie, I love seeing you so confident,â she said, sliding off the table onto quivering legs, her gait unbalanced as sheâd kicked off one of her heels on her third orgasm. âI suppose I should reward good behaviour,â she drank from one of her own tits and let some dribble down her chin.
During their tryst she had milked so mightily that a wet patch was dripping from the ceiling but she still had more welling up in her. She rested against her husbandâs belly as she fed him, slowly recovering her strength as she fattened him more and more on her milk. She kissed him lazily on the mouth, along his jaw, and down his neck. She loved the way her juices commingled with his sweat, breathing in the smell of their union on her husbandâs skin, sampling it with her tongue.Â
Between the exhaustion of her orgasms and the rippling cushion of her husbandâs nigh-monstrous pregnancy she nearly dozed off mid feed before her husband said something so sexy it gave her back her second wind.
âIâm full, Ugh, I think Iâm going to burst,â he said, his blue eyes heavy with lustful exertion.
âGood, you digest for a minute while I go get ready.â
Ten minutes passed and when she came back she had an exciting new device. The medical gurney that held her bedbound husband was all well and good, but for what came next she would need something that would hold up his huge, elephantine womb without getting in the way. To that end she rolled out a motorised medical lifting hammock similar to the type used to move people with limited mobility into and out of wheelchairs, baths and similar scenarios. In shape it was sort of like a motorised hammock with a soft medical cloth sheet to hold its user. Though it was designed to hold a person of considerable mass she was not entirely sure it would hold up under the weight of her husbandâs belly. But she had to try.
âIâve got a lot planned for you my love, do you trust me?â she asked as she wheeled it over to him,Â
âI do. I really do.â
With care and great gentleness she slipped the harness beneath the weighty swell of his beautiful, horrifyingly huge belly, the stubborn buttons of his shirt still hanging on across the fecund expanse. But she would change that.
Pressing a button on the hammock she watched with rapt attention as the hammock slowly lifted his belly off of his poor squashed thighs and then working in tandem she got him on his feet.
âOhhh, oh my god, that actually feels kind of nice,â he said, resting a hand against his belly. âUgh, what a weight off my hips, my back. Oh god, Ambs, if I didnât feel like I was going to explode I could almost forget Iâm pregnant.â
âYou know I love to spoil you, my great big baby daddy,â she said proudly before planting a kiss on his bellybutton, which was roughly level with hers now that the hammock was doing its job. âNow donât go anywhere, Iâm just going to get a few more things to treat you,â she said, crossing past his belly to give him a kiss on the cheek before she disappeared out of the room.
She pulled away his dolly and a few minutes later came back with a couple of standing mirrors on it which she set up at angles just off to his sides.
As he went to ask she silenced him and told him to just be patient.
Another ten minutes passed before Amber reappeared. She looked crazed as she approached him. Her dress and hair dishevelled from her time on the table, her makeup and especially her mascara had run from sweat and orgasmic tears. Her fat breasts hung out of her wedding gown, nipples damp and glistening with milk. A look of sheer determined lust was plastered to her face as she bore down on her beloved.
She was pulling something behind her, some sort of cylindrical device held on a small dolly not unlike an external oxygen tank for those with breathing difficulties. Where it differed was that the thin cable on it ran to some kind of small control attached to Amberâs wrist. The second difference was far, far larger. Parting the slit of Amberâs once elegant wedding dress was a big, girthy purple strapon as long as her arm.
âAre you ready babe,â She said, her voice high and almost tense with anticipation for what she was going to do to him.
Charlie put his hands protectively over his harnessed broodsack. âOh my god, are you going to try and stick that in me?â
She nodded giggling all the while. âOh yeah babe, itâs your wedding present, she said before pressing the button on her wrist. She shuddered in time with the low buzz of a vibrator, and more vitally a spurt of cum from the end of her ersatz cock. âI spent a fortune on this beauty, and the âfuelâ - the real stuff from a reputable spermbank with less than reputable warehouse staff - you know how creampies can start labour? Well Iâm going to fuck you till your waters break!â she emphasised her statement with another spurt of borrowed cum.
âIâm not sure,â
âCome on,â She said, gently patting his stomach. âWeâve had so much fun so far, would be a shame to stop now before I can get you off,â
She saw him peer past his belly at the drip of cum hanging from her strapon.â She knew he didnât get that belly without being at least a bit susceptible to the temptations of cum. Â
âOh alright,â he relented. âBut it's been a while and Iâm soooo preggers, so youâve got to be gentle,â
âOh I know, arenât you a good boy, saving yourself for marriage,â She chuckled lustily, patting his belly just a bit too hard. A baby kicked back in response. âJust yell âcorrianderâ and Iâll stop.â
âOkay, âcorriander,â got it,â he said with the eager trepidation of someone at the top of a rollercoaster right before the drop.Â
  âNow, letâs prep you,â she said with one last kiss to his belly before she ducked below the equator of his womb. First she looked at the swollen feet and ankles of her husband and put a kiss first on one ankle then the other, though she paid little attention to his feet. She was having a pseudo-medical strapon labour induction sex with her extremely pregnant husband but she drew the line at foot fetishism.Â
She heard him gasp in surprise as she pulled his trousers down, and gave his fat ass a slap - savouring the squeal that followed. Next she pulled down his boxers revealing his boycunt and the full bush surrounding it.
âOooh how rugged,â she said as if he had any way to shave himself. âWell let me pay you back just a little bit,â she said, kissing hims lustily on the clit a few times. As she suspected he was easy and eager, dampening almost immediately and shivering in the anticipation of orgasm. Then she pulled back.
She reappeared and leaned against the rockhard dome of his belly, feeling the babies writhe beneath his skin.Â
âWouldnât it be cruel of me if we came all this way and then I didnât let you cross the finish line.â  Â
  âNo donât, come on, please I havenât cum in months,â he begged, wincing as a ridge of foetal movement tented his shirt. The buttons still held.
âMmm, you got there so quickly, itâs a little anticlimactic. Thisâll be the first time I make you cum, shouldnât we try and make an event of it,â
âOh come on, Iâm in this harness, itâs our wedding day, and Iâm the most pregnant person alive, what else do you want!â he said half desperate half demanding. She had never seen him get so bratty, this was her doing for spoiling him these last 9 months. She would definitely have her fun.
âJust for that you have more to do,â she said, a hand gliding between the spread slivers of his shirt to stroke the sore pregnant flesh beneath it. âBeg.â
âPlease,â he said sweetly.Â
âBeg like you mean it or you can stay like this while I go jill off on the table and shoot a load up your back while all you can do is listen,â she said with sultry menace, before her long tongue swirled around his belly button. The carrot and the stick.
âAmber, please, love of my life, I need you, I need you to fuck me like the dirty, huge fucking man-pregger I am. I -â
âCall yourself a cumslut,â she demanded. âTell me why you like it,â
âYes! Yes! Iâm such a naughty little cumslut boy. God you have no idea babe, I want it all over me, covering my belly, I want it in my hair, I want to guzzle it, babe please just give me that salty delicious cum,â
âNow thatâs a good boy, such an obedient husband. Now tell me how much you love me.â
âAmber, I know itâs impossible but I wish these were your babies,â he said, pressing his palms into his distended swell of pregnancy. âEven before we got together I used to dream of being with you, of the life we could have together. Youâre the smartest, strongest, most beautiful woman Iâve ever known and you make me want to be a better man so that I can do right by you. I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I could never imagine having a better mother to my children.â
She spurted a stream of milk over his shirt, turning it transparent against his veiny stretchmarked skin. âAnd these?â she asked.
âAnd you have the hottest fucking tits Iâve ever seen, my God did I get lucky!â
âYou sure did babe,â she said giving him a kiss on the belly before she came round to nuzzle him, kissing with tender passion as she soaked up the love of her husband. âI love you so, so much, my kind, handsome, knight in shining armour.âÂ
Then she tittered with errotic delight as she activated her strapon again, spurting into her hand. âNow letâs fuck you properly,â she said wiping some cum across his lips.
      She kissed him one more time before she went back to the hammockâs controls and moved the hoist further up, tilting the weighty pregnancy further upwards and forcing her husband to tilt backwards, steadying himself against the table.
âWhat are you doing?â
âJust making sure we have the best possible angle,â
âOkay, I trust you,â he said breathlessly, the weight of his pregnancy pressing on his diaphragm.
She answered him, her voice thick with lust. âYouâre so fucking sexy,âÂ
She pressed her palms against the underside of his belly and then her whole face and torso against his monstrous belly before, at last, with a hitch of the hips she entered him.Â
âOooh, oooh the babies, ooh theyâre going crazy,â he moaned, his throat tight with the curious mix of pressure, pain and pleasure.
Lovingly, ruthlessly, Amber slammed her strapon into her husbandâs wet and ready pussy. Straight on she could just barely see the top of her husbandâs head past the living mountain of his grossly pregnant belly. But from the sides she could see him in Ÿ profile, his angelic features clenched as he tried to ride out the violent kicking welling up in his belly. His shirt rippled and distended, the fabric lifting over the rise of oversized limbs all around his belly. The huge lump of a baby laying its back out against his womb walls stretched his left flank agonizingly out of shape.
She looked so small as well, pressed up against that vast, strangely shaped broodsack like a termite beside their bloated queen. She smiled at herself with wicked abandon as a dark, impulsive thought welled up in her head.
She put her hands against the fleshy wall of womb in front of her and pressed in hard.
In reflections she saw Charlieâs eyes squeeze shut as he let out a low throaty wail.Â
The first button on his shirt finally failed, shooting off with such force that it thumped Amber in the cheek, a half-inch shy of taking an eye out.
âOh god Iâm gonna pop,â he yelled as the stormy amniotic sea bulging out of his waist roiled so violently that his babies almost threw him off his feet, rolling him this way and that in the hammock.
Pressed up against him she could share some of his pain, absorbing the recoil of frighteningly powerful movements within his womb. She felt the full, oppressive weight of his womb, of the ten overfed, oversized babies shifting and pressing against her, separated only by the thin shell of her husbandâs skin.
âItâll be alright baby!â she yelled as she kissed and slathered all over his hot, rippling underbelly. For the first time she felt afraid for him, the sheer weight, the unborn mass throwing around inside of her man seemed almost impossible to handle. Looking over his belly she saw the lumps and tented hollows of its surface writhing and changing, limbs moving beneath the flushed, bruised skin at shocking pace and force. And size. The stretchmarks lining his belly seemed to flush redder and swell as if they were about to split apart every time a freakishly huge foetal limb moved underneath. Throbbing veins bunched and flexed like pale blue lightning bolts across his horrifyingly pregnant belly.
âDonât let me burst!â He said half sobbing half moaning as the heady cocktail of agonising womb pressure, mortal terror and the rapturous joy of being properly fucked after nine long months built up and mixed in his overly-pregnant body.
Finally, just as she saw the orgasm building on his face Amber activated her pseudocock, vibing her pussy and filling her husbandâs. Again and again she pressed the activator flooding her husbandâs man-cunt with an unnatural amount of cum. Â
âAAAAAOOOOOHHHHRRRâ Charlie filled the room with a bloodcurdling scream that ebbed into an orgasmic roar so completely she could hardly say where one started and the other ended.
She braced herself for a pop, for a rip, for some great deathscream from her poor husband but instead there was no pop.Â
There was a snap.
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Thanks for reading to the end. I hope to do 1 or 2 more parts. I intend to put all of it here and on my own blog: depravedpreg
-covering my face- yess i have reposted this one several times. the hair shedding off + that buff fish man is sooooo sexy. reminds me of the zora mask in majoras mask that i totally wasnt obsessed with as a kid.
Youâve been letting a new clutch of eggs incubate inside you for days now. Itâs no longer something you can keep a secret, stomach swollen and basically bedridden. Your body had grown so heavy, the eggs occupying your every thought. Your partner marvels at your body, how much youâve stretched to take every last one of their eggs.
They play with your hole, gently at first, stoking your hard dick between sliding their fingers inside. Youâre completely dripping wet- they have no issue changing position to quickly slide their long, hard ovipositor to your desperate hole, and slam it in, hard enough to illicit a yelp from you.
Within seconds the dick- impossibly long, a huge knot at the base- was slamming against your clutch of eggs, pushing them further back in before you feel their knot being forced inside you. The second theyâre entirely in you- they grab your hips, and start laying a new clutch in you.
It takes a few seconds until your body realises this isnât something you can take, and unwillingly, your body starts to move and contract- against your owners commands, with their dick breeding you full again, your body starts to lay your eggs.
Your partner feels it immediately and pushes you down into the bed, shoving their knot as deep inside as it can go and growling, telling you itâs not time. You whimper, try to find the words to explain that itâs your body, you canât control it- until their hand covers your mouth, leaving only enough room to breathe from your nose. Your body keeps pushing, you canât stop it.
Youâve pushed eggs right up to the knot, now in a fight of trying to push them past while your partner keeps slamming their knot deeper inside you. Tears well in your eyes as your body keeps desperately trying to push, but each push is getting weaker and weaker. Your partner coos encouragement now as your body stops contracting and tears run down your cheeks, holding your aching stomach, your body finally realising it canât get relief quite yet. Completely full, you have no option but to lay and take everything your partner wants to give you.
Might follow up with the laying of this, lmk if you want more:-)
