never made any sort of intro but here we go! massive disclaimer first
THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI
• i’m mars
• 20
• any pronouns
• femme lesbian (men are allowed to like or reblog or whatever but just know i don’t want you inside me or near me. totally cool if you’re also just really horny for a big belly because that’s why i’m here lol)
• insanely into most pregnancy/belly related kinks!!!! big on rapid pregnancy, hyper pregnancy, egg preg, monster pregnancy, alien pregnancy…basically anything weird, unnatural, and unrealistic. if it’s kinda weird and freaky, i’m into it
• i’m not the most active so dm if you want but don’t expect an answer lol
• i kinda just log on when i’m horny, like and reblog while i masturbate, and then forget about this acc for a couple weeks
anywho feel free to follow if you want to see my weird taste in pregnancy <3 i might write a little blurb here and there, maybe even a fake belly pic, we’ll see how crazy i get
Concept: you’re in the process of birthing an enormous litter (large number + large babies) and they won’t. Stop. Moving. You’re trying to let yourself stretch and your massive belly is getting throttled by kicks and jerks. They even squirm in the birth canal as you’re crowning.
He calls for a taxi to take him to the hospital. He doesn't need an ambulance, right? He's not that close to giving birth.
The taxi driver makes smalltalk. He asks what plans he has later today.
"Oh, not much," he lies through a contraction.
The taxi driver nods and makes more smalltalk. "I don't have much else to do either."
He can feel the head deep in his pelvis. He tries to suck it in, somehow, keep it from falling out of his body and onto the taxi seat.
Now, apparently, it's also a matter of hiding the embarrassing fact that he's in active labor to the taxi driver.
"Yeah, me neither," he says with a chuckle that hopefully didn't sound too nervous.
The taxi driver makes more smalltalk. "The weather's nice. Might go on a walk later."
Was it just his increasing terror, or was the taxi going way too slowly?
"Yeah! Nice weather we're having!" Surely he wasn't actually doing this. Surely, he wasn't actually talking about the literal fucking weather with a taxi driver on the way to the hospital so he can give birth somewhere else than this backseat.
He was trying so fucking hard not to start pushing and giving birth to this goddamn baby in the backseat of a taxi through his clothes.
The taxi driver makes more smalltalk. "Sometimes, I like to go on walks just before sunset. Really take in the sights."
He's really starting to sweat now. He feels the pressure of the head threatening to spread his legs and split him open. He can't keep this up. He can't. He can't stop himself from pushing. He can't keep this act up. He should have just called for an ambulance. He can't stop himself from pushing and giving birth. He can't. He can't. He can't. He can't.
He stops staring at the taxi driver's head and turns to look out the window.
They are, in fact, going much slower than everyone else on the road. He's not even sure if they're still going to the hospital.
The taxi driver makes more smalltalk. "Yeah, it really is some nice weather we've been having lately."
Cryptic pregnancy where you don't find out til birth is hot but I like it more when it's only cryptic til it's not and you find out sometime in the third trimester.
Like imagine going from living a totally normal life - maybe you've been worried about hormone fluctuations and indigestion or whatever for the past few months, but nothing outrageous - until one day something shifts inside you, literally, and it becomes very apparent all at once that you're pregnant. Your bellybutton pops out, your belly is now overhanging by inches, and - that's leaking. From your tits.
It's obvious you're pregnant, so the doctor's visit isn't about confirmation but about figuring out what the fuck you do next.
And at the doctor, you find out you're 30 weeks along. With twins.
Now that you know you're pregnant, it's like all your energy is drained from you. You're lucky enough to be able to take off work and rely on friends and family and your amazing partner, who handle more or less everything. Buying supplies. Building the nursery. Making sure you're well-fed with nutritious food.
Meanwhile, you just have to figure out what to do with your new body. Your pregnant body with two babies inside. Now that you're showing proper, they feel so big, not to mention active. And with nothing else to do during the day, you get very familiar with your body. Rubbing lotions and oils into your belly which is rapidly forming stretch marks all over it. Using the pump to relieve your tits and encourage milk production for when those babies come. Stretching out your pussy in hopes of preparing it for birth.
You've been pregnant for months, but only now do you feel it - and you really, truly, feel it.
God I wish I was the huffing, groaning pregnant woman at the laundromat so bad. I wish bending down to grab a shirt was enough to wind me and make me take a break on the stool, readying myself to do it dozens more times. I want to be so pregnant that even the mundane is made exhausting by the life I'm carrying inside of me.
It’s still wild to me how other people share niche turn-ons such as pregnant bellies growing rapidly and struggling to hold off from giving birth into tight-fitting clothes. Like what do you mean you’re into that too, surely that’s just my weird little thing…
Being filled with her eggs makes you dizzy. So big; stuffed like her good little bitch. Your hole is swollen, sensitive and abused. Your stomach cramps as the eggs start to grow inside you.
She lays next to you stroking your hair and face. You push rhythmically to get those damn eggs out, shifting from your front to your back to sitting up to kneeling down. So uncomfortable, you shuddered as your hole buldged, your body slowly giving in to birthing the first egg. Her colourful eyes watched closely, she stroked her cock as you struggled.
It felt like it happened in slow motion, you stretched and stretched and were pushed open more and more, breathing hard until finally the egg fell free.
She moaned happily as it fell, pulled you to her chest. You cried as she lovingly pushed her entire ovipositor back inside you, keeping the rest of her brood nice and deep.
She hugged you close and cockwarmed you for hours. You felt a jolt of- panic? Pleasure? -every time her cock pulsed inside you. Panic that it was another egg. Pleasure because, well, its still a throbbing cock inside you and youre still a greedy slut.
She might have slept, but its hard to tell. This was the closest thing to mercy youll have for a while, you make sure to appreciate it. You try not to squeeze or grind on her cock too much, and take advantage of resting.
But. Cmon.
The eggs feel like theyre growing minute by minute. Theyre crowding your insides, pushing against everything inside you, demanding room. She's fucked them so deep inside you, but with limited options they descend.
Much later, you both groaned sleepily as she pulled out. She still held you close, in a cuddly mood apparently. Drawing little circles along your distended stomach, watching the bulges shift inside you.
You keep trying to push and she doesnt seem to stop you. She sort of ... chitters happily. You breath in quick, even puffs, trying to keep the steady pressure as gnarled shells drag against every nerve inside you. Egg 2 finally crowns, you push more and make it split you open. Oh goddd its so much bigger than the first was. She copies your breathing, puffing with you as she pushes it back in.
You give her a pleading look but her hypnotising eyes shine with something like delight and nothing like mercy. Youre so sensitive you feel like youve been edged.
Finally, she sits you in her lap. She kisses and bites your neck with sharp teeth, she rubs your massive swollen belly proudly. You feel oversensitive, and brain-foggy.
You cant tell, as your knees are pushed wide open for her, if youre horrified or the most turned on youve ever been.
You whimper in her arms, grinding against her hand and shivering at her panflute-like breath on your ear. Egg 2 presses against your dripping wet entrance. You know she feels it on her hand, her musical voice picks up with excitement.
Youre breached by the narrow tip of egg, grown so much bigger than the first. Fucked loose so thoroughly and recently, now with gravity on your side, you dont have a choice. It splits you and forces you open. But of course it stops. Her hand cups it, but this time its not her that denies you. The bulbous end is too big to slip out on its own.
Youre tired but you steel yourself and push. All the eggs shift and you sting with fullness. Drawing ragged breaths, you feel more descend and egg 3 tapping on the end of the one that splits you open, threatening to be next.
The crowning egg pops out in a rush. Its a flash of pain as you are forced to stretch so much so quickly, but your pleasure in her hand she makes sure you cum at the same time. You cry out, wracked by every sensation.
She lets you close your legs but her hand is still at your core and theres nothing you can do to move it. You wail as egg 3 slips down into place between your loose hole. Was it better to have you legs open? Would anything make this hurt less?? You shift, and no, no it doesnt. She graps you and pulls your legs up with strength you could never match. The tip of the egg bulges obscenely out of you. You hump the air trying to dislodge it.
No thoughts as your lips expand and expand. Pleasure strikes you like lightning - which of course, makes you clench and bear down. You scream as egg 3 pops out as well. She watches your face as her deft fingers keep you cumming much longer than you can handle.
Number 4 she does catch, right where it feels like its ripping you apart. Holding you on the edge of relief, biting your ear as you scream. Its not even inside you, where your muscles could push it more. No, its just the widest part of the egg keeping you stretched.
The next egg knocks it, she taps them lightly inside you. The sound thrums deeply inside you. The next egg moved slower it feels bigger it feels bigger it feels bigger. You stop pushing for a moment, lean back on her shoulder and cry.
She finally pulls egg 4 free - then the tip of egg 5 follows quickly but oh it reaches your limit so much earlier than the others. Its definitely bigger.
You roll off of her and crawl onto all fours. Youre just too tired to sit up properly. Changing positions shifts the egg, the angle is different. Your legs feel forced open. Rocking back and forth to dislodge it from your body. You grunt with effort, and cry out when its finally birthed, that relief makes you cum.
She slips underneath you, and sits with her lovely hips right under your face. She strokes herself, that fat ovipositor with an x on the head. You know it opens up like petals. She sighs like windchimes as she slowly jerks herself off.
Your body was completely wrecked by this cock but ... fuck its so pretty. Leaning down you drag your tongue across the head, and are rewarded with her lovely moans. It makes you so happy that it tastes like you.
Gently sucking and tonguing her cock, 6 weighs down on your hole and opens you up with such a delicious stretch. Your hips rock to get it out, you convulse and cum on the shell.
Youre such a good slut for these eggs. You clench from cumming, this time squeezing the egg sucks it back in. Youre pulsing, sucking it back in and pushing it back down. Youre fucking yourself on this egg. You choke on her cock and you push.
The relief isnt orgasmic this time, in fact you dont get to enjoy it at all. 6 is birthed and 7 fills its place so quickly and wholly that you cry out and shudder. Theres such a unique horror to feeling something huge stuck half inside you.
You suck the head harder and stroke her from the base. Can she see what shes done to you? Can she see how your slick swollen hole buldges obscenely? You whimper, your thighs tremble and you desperately keep sucking her cock.
Dizzy from effort and choking, you push. Split open like a good breeding bitch, you push. Rutting against the air, you push. The rough shell dragging against your inner walls, you almost dont mind every time you feel it slip just a little back in.
You finally reach the crest, it feels like its moving on its own as its weight drags it out. You are wracked with convulsions as orgasms strike you like lightning, suddenly much lighter. She strokes your hair as you shudder and gasp in her lap. You did such a good job for her.
You breath hard as you come down, completely relieved and relaxed. Youre kind of proud? She doesnt seem to care about the eggs, all her attention is on you. Would you do take her eggs again? God yes.
like. Thats my womb filling out your belly. I didn’t just knock you up I gave you the hardware. I carved out a piece of me I didn’t want and now it’s taking over your body. Can anyone fucking hear me
Part of why academic preg is so hot is because college campuses are objectively one of the best places to waddle around. You have big bags to carry with important papers that simply cannot be forgotten, so there's always extra encumbrance; since classes adhere to a schedule, you always have to rush from one place to another with no time to lose. Classes can be held in completely different buildings on opposite ends of campus with as little as 10 minutes to get from one to another. All the while, everyone else is also on the move, but since they don't have so much extra weight to carry around, they can afford to take a minute or three to watch you struggle to get from one place to another with a wide gait and pronounced waddle. After all, who wouldn't want to watch? It's beautiful to watch a struggle handled by someone who was so clearly made for it.
