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@grotesqueandinteresting
Open to chat or RP.
If anyone wants to chat or RP about very overdue pregnancy with me or something like that, I am very much open and happy to oblige, I enjoy this fetish and any conversation is welcome, even with my poor english at times.
My son is larger than ever.
He's more overweight and plump than he's ever been...
And his ass is just not coming out.
At times, I'm even hearing him wincing trying to reposition in there.
But under no circumstances does he want to come out, regardless of his struggle to remain inside.
Should've been out so long ago by now, he's old enough to be a fully employed boy...
Well... "Boy" is generous too, with his curves like that.
Open to chat or RP.
If anyone wants to chat or RP about very overdue pregnancy with me or something like that, I am very much open and happy to oblige, I enjoy this fetish and any conversation is welcome, even with my poor english at times.
"Ooohhh... Stop pushing out of me at those... You've far outgrown any of this... You've fattened up and grown larger than any of those clothes."
The large son or daughter is turning 29 in that womb soon...
Good lord...
I know I said take all the time you need... But you're almost 28 years old in theree... Ahhh... And so chubby too... Too well-fed...
Come on.... I can't just keep this room if you're gonna be a lazy brat in there...
Do you want me to go eat again? Fatten you up further?
God, this is so ridiculous.
Mmmh... Growing so big and heavy... You two surely weight like a baby elephant now. But don't worry, mommy will continue to take care of you and stuff her face as much as you need to be fed. Oh, you two need to eat again? It's only been an hour! Your appetites surely become harder and harder to satisfy~
Need to be waddling with my 25 year pregnant belly and you see this frisky grown ass son mooning out of my skin and showing those cheeks... So feisty...
Can't for the life of me browse tumblr without my overgrown unborn son rumbling inside my womb... This 23 year old boy won't let me even lurk here!
So Mature Milfs 20-30 years Overdue with Extra Thicc Double Stacked Daughters and Big Booty Femboy Sons?
Thats the Kick you're on right now?
If so... I can dig it.
quite specific, huh?
It'd just be sooo crazy to be already so many years overdue with an unborn son that's seriously gaining weight only to look at ultrasounds of my beyond elongated and heavy stomach and hes beyond chubby AND curvy in there... Like what have I been feeding you in there for all these years?
Growing Boy
"Are we ready for our check-up results, Miss-"
My belly growls, roars even, the size of it rivaling the already slightly pudgy nurse gleefully helping me move up.
"Yeah, yeah, let's get this over with."
I respond with such a rush and annoyance, just wanting to get this over with. We've already gone through this same song and dance number for so goddamn long now. I am panting loudly as the nurse helps me waddle into the office, naked and sweaty as ever. I shock and jolt the other normal sized expecting ladies away from me. I can't help but just keep grimacing in frustration trying to move around with this monstrous stomach, this beyond overgrown and ruthless fully grown... Man resting inside of me.
Women kind of avoid me in any distance they can as my steamy body moves. I grunt so hard so suddenly, as I sense an extremely hard movement happening within me. The nurse flinches as I have to stop waddling for just a moment...
A curvy thigh, far too meaty and undeniably feminine for a male rubs against my skin, bulging and pressing out of me... It almost teases me. None of that matters right now, as my stomach settled down I entered the office of my trusted doctor, her knowledge of my egregiously overdue condition has been a big help in my diet, health and general sanity... Can't help but wonder about why my diet seems to cause such specific results though.
"Okaayy.... What year are you in again...? Help me rememberrr...~" She says in a teasing manner before I cut all the jokes out in my blunt response.
"29th year. We are in my 29th year of this."
She plays around with her pen before just giggling to herself for whatever reason.
"Yes, yes... That's definitely a 29 year old still gestating within you." She says, all sarcastic and just continuing to stare at the shifting mass within me.
"And I can see that the 29 year old is noticeably fatter than the last time I saw them, of course." She adds, I mean, I knew this information anyways, I knew this son of mine would be growing overweight for years now if I kept going on this diet and if he kept resting in there like this.
"Noticed increased weight to his stomach as usual as well as his legs and his... Hahaha... Behind~
What a playful but annoying doctor she was, as I shifted in my uncomfortable seat, my own ass was too overgrown to fit in the widest sofa.
"Yeah, yeah... My son is growing an ass of his own... Who would've thought. Anything new, for real?"
I asked exhaustingly as I rubbed it in lazy circles. The mass shifts as I can feel them already... I can feel the... The cheeks awkwardly trying to rub themselves out of my skin, just further teasingly.
"I mean... The way that... Butt is developing is what is specifically intriguing, to be fair I noticed some patterns in his growth... Quite the hips he's growing in general..." She remarks passively.
"You get hips when you grow fatter, so what?" I ask, I'm getting real annoyed already as I grow uncomfortable on this sofa.
"I'm just saying he's quite... Womanly in his developments, you know?"
She giggles to me, but my face is a bit confused by the ordeal... That's a pretty random thing to describe him as when he's just a fat guy...
"I mean... He's very feminine! The way all that weight distributes itself on his body, it's more like that of a plump lady than some grown man, you see? It's quite interesting... I guess growing inside his mother for so long is really taking a toll on him in more than just size and weight!"
I'm a bit baffled. Was this a joke? It made sense enough but having it explained to me was just kind of... I couldn't even explain it.
"So, what? My body is giving him enough estrogen and hormones to start transforming him like that? You're crazy... I guess that's new..."
I say, exhausted as ever. I begin to sit up as best as I can, grunting loudly from the weight of my... Boy?
"Don't you wanna kno-"
"I know I'm not near any due date right now... And that I'll probably be seeing him turn 30 in me... If he's even a he by then... Haha."
I laugh to myself while trying to move my enormous ass around the office.
I begin wincing again as my belly lets out an even louder roar and rumble... The familiar rumble of my son again. The waiting room office all get startled in a mix of awe and surprise as my gigantic belly rumbled further.
Imprints of the curviest parts of my son push and throb through my skin, the large feet and eventually his butt press and imprint as he begins repositioning in the uterus again.
Was it time? Far from it... But was he turning into more and more of a showoff? The doctor probably warned me about that...
like if you wish u were pregnant reblog if u wish it was multiples (twins, triplets, etc.)
One or two massively overdue ones... Decades pregnant!
On the 6th year of pregnancy... Already so overdeveloped and missing school inside there...
Doctors are already so concerned they'll reach a full decade in there and more.
Being an old aged mama and just lurking on tumblr while rubbing my belly filled with my unborn child of 20+ years now...
A Very Overdue Christmas
*Sighs*
Another Christmas spent growing my son... My... 26 year old unborn son... My fat and pudgy boy still taking his sweet damn time in there.
Yeah, yeah... I'm taking all the deep breaths that I can and I am just giving him all the time he needs, I know forcing labor won't do anything, it hasn't done anything for 26 years now anyways.
But I can still be angry as fuck as he continues veeery slowly churning and sluggishly moving inside, trying to reposition his chubby boy body in there. I can still be so furious as he presses his feet or arms out so hard that I wince and drop anything I'm doing at the moment. I can still be frustrated when every check-up at this point is just a weight update than anything else.
Doctors just continue to tell me the same thing over and over again:
"Ohhh, your son has gained significant weight since last time, Linda!"
"Hmmm... No updates on when he will come out but he is as healthy and cozy as ever in there, Linda!"
"Thanks for waddling all the way here, Linda! I can tell you now that your boy is quite a hefty one in there!"
"That's a very chunky and plump son you're growing, Linda~!"
Same silly things, every single time.
God, this is tiring. As I knit myself another sweater for him that he will outgrow, in only my underwear, I'll just keep wondering when he will come out.
Nurses are betting on him coming out when he turns 30... THAT'S when his weight and stubborness will wear off, sure! Yeah, sure, like I could ever believe that nonsense.
The fact that we are betting on his arrival and due date in the first place is so ridiculous.
Merry Christmas to you, boy.
Hope to see you in person soon already.
Open to chat or RP.
If anyone wants to chat or RP about very overdue pregnancy with me or something like that, I am very much open and happy to oblige, I enjoy this fetish and any conversation is welcome, even with my poor english at times.
The Weight of her.
As I let out my loudest moan yet, she presses out harder than ever. Her entire body shaking everything to my core. Everything about her makes me grunt and wince, to the point where I can barely control how I wobble anymore, her weight is unbearable on my body.
Doctors note on how overweight she has gotten, I don't even eat that fucking much, not for her to begin reaching this size at least... I genuinely don't understand. My doctor continued bringing up today how she's extremely fattened up even for a fully grown 24 year old woman. It angers me, I genuinely cannot get over how much it began to show these past few months in specific.
It was ALWAYS going to be heavy carrying around a literal adult in my uterus, it was ALWAYS going to be this unbearable and heavy the second I lovingly agreed to this pregnancy, even all these years later I knew it would get even worse the more stubborn she grew over coming out.
But nothing and I mean NOTHING prepared me for how concerningly overweight and fat she would get these past few months.
I wince again as I pass by the mirror, her outline more prominent than ever through my damn skin. I can SEE just how pudgy and bloated her body looks inside of me, I can see the faint curves and literal fat pressing out of me. With every wince, she lets out this literal rumble inside of me, her fetal movement long replaced with these quakes and vibrations in my body that were just her trying to stretch or going through the pressure of being an overweight fatty still growing inside of me.
I let out a loud groan as I just barely manage to waddle my way into the bedroom. I gave up on framing the ultrasound progress photos after year 11 at this point. I try to move around the tight space in the bedroom as I just loudly pant like some exhausted animal.
The bed creaks louder than ever before, a fat mother and daughter begin to fill the mattress as I painfully and angrily try laying down again next to the baby crib I forgot to threw out a decade ago by now.
The belly begins to rumble again as I try to settle it all down, resting on the bed as best as I can. The boulder that was my stomach undulates gently. I can still see her imprints, I can see her. I can see you, daughter. I can absolutely see you.
And good lord do I feel your weight.
