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Swollen Absence

The night didn’t begin with urgency.

It unfolded—slow, deliberate—as if both of them understood that rushing it would somehow make it end sooner.

Tyler lingered close, orbiting Jake in small, quiet ways. A hand brushing his arm when he passed. Fingers catching the fabric of his shirt, not quite pulling him back, but asking. Always asking.

Jake answered every time.

There was something unspoken in the way they moved together—less like desire, more like recognition. Like memorising. Every glance held a fraction longer. Every touch pressed just a little deeper, as if trying to leave an imprint beneath the skin.

“Stay,” Tyler murmured at one point, though neither of them needed to hear it. The word lived already in the space between them.

Jake didn’t reply. He just drew him closer.

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Week three of the trip

Tyler: Babe… I took three tests this morning. All positive. That last night before you left… the way you fucked me so deep and raw… it happened. Look at this tiny bump already starting 🥺 Miss you like crazy.

Jake: Holy shit Tyler… you’re pregnant? With our kid? That night was insane, you were so tight and begging for it. You look so fucking cute already. I’m counting the days till I’m home. Send more pics, I need to see every change. Love you so much.

Tyler: I will… every day if you want. Come home soon, daddy.

Week five of the trip

Tyler: It’s growing so fast already… I can feel it when I move. Rubbed lotion on it thinking about your hands instead. Still can’t believe that one night knocked me up like this 😩

Jake: Fuck, look at that bump on you. My twink with a belly… hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I keep replaying how I came so deep inside you that last night. You okay? Any morning sickness?

Tyler: A little, but it’s worth it. Wish you were here to feel it.

Week seven of the trip

Tyler: Babe it’s popping so much this week. Clothes are already getting tight. I stood in front of the mirror for like twenty minutes just staring… it’s all because of how hard you fucked me before you left.

Jake: Jesus Christ Tyler, it’s actually getting big. That little belly is killing me. I’m so turned on and so far away. You still feeling okay with how fast it’s growing?

Tyler: Yeah… it’s weirdly hot. Makes me horny thinking about you seeing it in person.

Week nine of the trip

Tyler: Two months down… and look at me. I had to buy new pants already. It’s getting heavy when I walk. That passionate night really did a number on me huh?

Jake: Tyler… that belly is no joke now. You look so pregnant and it’s only been two months. I’m equal parts worried and so fucking hard. You sure everything’s okay?

Tyler: Doctor says it’s healthy but growing faster than normal. I like it though… makes me feel full of you.

Week eleven of the trip

Tyler: It’s so big now I have to hold it when I walk. People are staring in public… I just tell them it’s from one insane night with my man. Miss your cock so bad.

Jake: Tyler… holy fuck. That belly is HUGE. I’m actually a little worried it’s growing too fast but damn you look incredible. Only two more weeks and I’m on a plane.

Tyler: Good. Because I don’t know how much bigger I can get before you’re back 😭

Week twelve of the trip

Tyler: Three months exactly… and look at what you did to me that last night. I can’t even wear normal shirts anymore. It’s so big it’s actually kind of scary… but I love feeling our baby move.

Jake: Baby… that belly is insane. You look like you’re overdue with how huge it is. I’m packing my bag right now. I can’t believe how much you’ve grown. You okay? Really?

Tyler: I’m okay… just really full and heavy. Need my man home to rub it and fuck me gently.

The final week of the trip

Tyler: It won’t stop growing even though you’re almost home… I had to sleep sitting up last night. Still can’t believe one night of you pounding me raw turned me into this.

Jake: Tyler I’m on the plane tomorrow. That belly is fucking enormous… I’m in awe. You’re the sexiest pregnant twink on the planet. Hang in there baby.

Tyler: I will… but hurry. I need you to see it in person and tell me it’s gonna be okay.

The night before Jake’s return

Tyler: Last pic before you’re home… it’s alarmingly big now, isn’t it? I can barely move. But every inch of it is because of how passionately you fucked me that final night. I can’t wait for you to come home and feel your son kicking against your hands… and then fuck me again.

Jake: Tyler… I’m landing in the morning. That belly is the most beautiful and insane thing I’ve ever seen. I love you so much. Get ready… I’m coming home to worship every inch of my pregnant twink. See you so soon, daddy’s on his way. ❤️

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They come back together not with urgency, but with a quiet gravity—as if the space between them has been carrying weight for months. Tyler folds into Jake’s arms like he remembers the shape instinctively, his body softer now, fuller, changed in ways neither of them can quite name out loud. Jake holds him tighter than before, one hand resting low, almost reverent, as if trying to understand what time has done in his absence. There’s heat beneath the stillness, a slow-burning recognition that this is not the same moment they left behind—it’s deeper, heavier, threaded with something unspoken. Tyler tilts his face up, searching Jake’s eyes, and in that closeness there’s a quiet kind of hunger—not rushed, not frantic, but lingering, as if they are learning each other all over again, piece by piece, breath by breath.

preggodamon

You'll do whatever he wants when he talks to you like that...

preggodamon

His voice is gentle. He speaks to you tenderly.

But if you say yes, he’ll turn you into a vessel unable to even move on your own... Your body will be completely under his control, and he’ll keep filling you up more and more.

Anyway, you’ve already made up your mind, haven’t you?

fareplay

A syrup that triggers the body to form a few eggs so that a couple can do oviplay organically but it works quickly so your partner ties you to the bed first, legs and arms spread. The instructions say to take about 15 ml and that was what was agreed upon but after you can no longer move, they chug the entire bottle. They sit by your head and let you listen to it work their insides, gurgling in their stomach and bloating them with ever increasing amount of spawn. After only a few minutes theyre moaning with discomfort as the egg sac inside starts to push on their organs and weigh down their stomach. Frantically they push their dripping ovipositor inside you and almost immediately loose a burst of eggs and then another, barely having time to breathe in between. Already you're full up and shaking, about to cum . There was never supposed to be more but your partner groans and burps and rubs their tummy as the eggs continue to form inside them. Each load balloons your belly farther than you thought it would go until you're forcibly birthing them out just to make room.

mrcalabacin

Continuation of the comic "Caine pregnant" I hate him for making this comic so long haha

pomeggy2

Seahorse mpreg compilation 🫧

Seahorse merman prince and his bodyguard consort

Seahorse merfolk usually carry 2-4 children (sounds like a compromise between a single baby for humans and hundreds for actual seahorses + they're way smaller than humans). The Prince definitely has more, but even his midwifes can't tell how many 😰

Lira was awkward around Kellan after marrying him, but she eventually got very comfortable around him! It might had something to do with her getting him pregnant 🫧

My old account got banned T_T I'll be more careful this time

wereknightpreg

I need more skeletally thin evil advisor types bending back comically far, hands on their lower back, to balance their hefty pregnant belly.

wereknightpreg

Maybe he's made a bad deal with a devil or somesuch. Like he's been promised the throne if he does a favour first, and as soon as he signs the contract something starts to grow in his belly. Unfortunately, devilspawn grows at a glacial pace by mortal standards. Even with his figure, he doesn't start to show until his first grey hair shows up. And as his belly grows heavier, the king's mind grows weaker, and more paperwork is piled onto the advisor's desk.

By the time he's round and ripe, his beard is white, as is the king's. His water breaks as the king collapses in his quarters. He labours as the king lies on his deathbed. Soon the deal will be done, the king will have died of natural causes and the advisor—weak from the years of strain and the days of labour—will finally be free to ascend the throne, no heirs to stop him.

He's realised this, of course, but the devil wastes no opportunity to rub it in, perched languidly in the air a few feet over the advisor's sweating, labouring body, stuck in bed. Every now and again, a fire-red tail flicks painfully against the taut skin of his visibly contracting belly. Twice now, the devil's burning hot hand has cupped the very underside, not-so-gently jiggling it as if weighing a melon at a marketstall.

The advisor curses him at every touch, and at every contraction, calling him a dirty liar and a conman. All these years he's carried this burden around, calling on the devil to undo the deal, and only now he's old and weak will he finally get his way. What was the point?

Mock-dejected, the devil offers his sincerest mea culpa, and a new deal; the advisor will be young and strong again, and occupy a position more elevated than any mortal could imagine. In fact, only the devil himself would be above him.

Delirious from pain and rage, chest working like a bellows to catch up between contractions, the advisor watches the devil extend a hand down to him just as another contractions starts. Desperate, wanting the pain to be over, wanting the reward he's owed, the advisor grabs the hand and shakes it as vigorously as his current condition allows.

A month later, the devil lounges on an unimaginably luxurious four-poster in his palace in hell, glass of wine in hand, and watches his newest consort catch his breath.

The advisor was young again, oh yes! Fitter and more handsome than he remembered ever being, too. And very few mortals had ever even seen the devil's palace, much less set foot in its highest tower. He'd gotten his wish, in a way. What he failed to predict in the throes of labour was that his new position would be in the devil's bed, underneath him, in fact, getting fucked over and over at his 'husband's' whim.

On the whole, he had little to complain about, screaming in blind pleasure whenever the devil took him. And his new demon-form did at least keep pace with the hells. Unfortunately, it was also much more fertile than his human body had been. These two facts combined meant that there was already a lively brood of devilspawn writhing visibly under the skin of his obscenely round belly.

Something told him he'd be giving birth infinitely earlier than the first time, and swelling up again not long after. Oh well, he thought, (as the devil approvingly patted his belly, like he was sizing up a horse for auction) at least there was no more paperwork to do.

wereknightpreg

Succubus/incubus: another useless dichotomy

Most people find this out when they're approached by a handsome stranger in a dark, crowded bar.

They might be briefly surprised when the broad shoulders and muscled, hairy torso lead to a wet cunt, but even the last little trace of apprehension disappears when they're balls-deep, a low voice grunting and panting right in their ear.

Bodies pressed so closely together, and the stranger's sturdy thighs wrapped around their torso, muscles clenching around their cock, it's hard to notice anything amiss. They can't see the warm, brown eyes flickering bright red as the stranger buries his face in their neck. Can't see lengthening nails digging into their back. Can't see the glowing sigils on the stranger's underbelly, pressed against their own.

In fact, they have no idea at all, returning home that night feeling better than they ever have, if a little dazed.

They start gaining weight, and shrug it off.

Only when they awake one morning to their little pot-belly thrashing and jerking with inhuman ferocity, do they start to understand.

Some might be able to count back to the day they met an unbelievably attractive but slightly... odd stranger and realise it's been about six months. Some can only look in shock at what was a physical impossiblity up until it happened. Some people's denial runs so deep, they never suspect at all until their water breaks.

And all of them will find themselves laboring, looking up at their swollen belly from flat on their back, and seeing a familiar figure appear from nothing to stroke their trembling flesh while wearing a devious smile.

Most people put the memories into a tiny little box on the highest shelf in their mind as soon as the demon leaves.

But the ones who realised with a start that fucking a stranger had made them pregnant... The ones who had spent every second since then replaying that night while feeling their belly move... They might return to that bar in a few months' time, looking around hopefully, core going gooey and cock getting hard when they see familiar red eyes.

boytumms

Not sure if it was you on the hunt for the dinosaur egg story weeks back, but i found it in the depths!!

https://www.tumblr.com/pickledpet/727366130793070592/perhaps-it-was-a-mistake-to-choose-dinosaurs-as

ohh yes I know this one!! It's so good, one of the best ovi stories I know of on here for sure <3

venomshark

Sorry y'all, back to the regular schedule I promise 🤭‼️ Hiro I adore you crushes him in my palms.

plutocratics

PARALIVES PREGNANCY MODS - 0.1 RELEASE

Why hello there!!! I've decided to finally release these little doodads I made for the pregnancy/belly freaks in the Paralives community. I've cut these up into three different mods so you can mix and match on what you want!

MOD PACK DOWNLOAD

Initial Notes

To install, place INDIVIDUAL unzipped folders into: C\Users[userhere]\AppData\LocalLow\Paralives\Paralives

You can change the size of your para's pregnancy slider without them actually being pregnant. Open the command console with CTRL + SHIFT + C and type in SetSlider StomachPregnant with a value from 0 to 1 at the end. Case sensitive.

The largest size of the belly is BIG. The idea of this mod is to give people who want a variety of sizes a range they can use by manipulating sliders.

These work on all adult body types!

Known Issues

There is an issue with the pregnancy idle animation that plays when the game detects that your para is a certain distance along in a pregnancy. When messing with the number of visual updates as done in the third mod, this can trigger earlier or later. I do not know how to fix this at the moment so please be aware of this. There is likely something in brain logic that can be edited but I do not have those skills yet.

Along with this, there is a set animation that plays where the para will rub their stomach. I do not have enough animation and modding experience to make multiple animations for the different sizes, nor to alter it in general. Please be aware of this. This is also made more difficult considering there would have to be another animation made for every step of growth, so again, there are things that may be bothersome and I apologize for that! This is directly tied to the visual update phases, which is the third mod.

Certain clothing with accessories on top like added buttons or ties will clip, which sucks but it is what it is. You would have to go in and edit each outfit to appear differently while a para is pregnant.

1-Bigger Belly Morph

Exactly what it sounds like! I edited the pregnancy morph to make it much bigger. It looks a bit absurd at the full size but that kind of is the point.

2-Pregnant Navel Skin Detail

Little skin detail available in the character creator! It automatically matches to the color of the skin given to the para so it works with all tones.

3- Fluid/Gradual Belly Growth

Instead of there being only 2 steps of growth for the belly, the size/slider will update 200 times over the course of the pregnancy! Refer to the bug section as this one does cause the most "visual" problems in terms of animation.

Please enjoy and let me know if anything isn't working!!

wizardpregnant

egggggggg

wereknightpreg

Grizzled old warrior taking part in an ancient fertility rite during the summer solstice. He's lying in the middle of a stone circle, bare back cushioned by the long grass. Mages in ceremonial garb carress his strong, scarred body.

He stares up at the full moon as they milk his cock over and over and draw runes on his skin with a fragrant herb-filled paste.

The next day, the warrior feels wrung-out, a little tired but otherwise no different. The mages assure him he'll feel the effects soon.

Nine months later, the warrior is lying in the stone circle again, panting through another contraction as the mages attend to his massive, perfectly round, absurdly active gravid belly.

A little intimidated, looking at the huge gut that's been growing heavier and kicking harder for months now, the warrior realises that he doesn't fear birth half so much as being empty again.

He remembers his shock at being told he was pregnant half a year ago, and looking down at his firmed up fat belly in fear. Now he finds himself praying that next time leaves him even bigger.

How long until the next solstice?

wereknightpreg

A fisherman watching a shimmering tail and graceful arms thrashing in his net with the fish assumes he's caught himself a mermaid.

He enthousiastically pulls his catch aboard his little fishing vessel, eager to properly lay eyes on the creature.

Realising a few seconds too late he's made a critical error, there's nothing he can do when a strong, frenzied merman--clearly in heat--grabs him by the belt.

Mere minutes after he spotted the unexpected bycatch, his pants are around his ankles and he's speared on the merman's throbbing cock.

He'd worry if he wasn't out of his mind with pleasure.

By the time he knows which way's up again, the merman is disappearing over the side with a splash.

Sprawled against the rough wood, the fisherman looks down at his poor, overstuffed belly. His shakily exploring hands find that squishy mer-eggs have little give when packed in this tight. And there's slick dripping from his still senstive hole.

He looks around, lost. So much for fish...

Three months later, the fisherman's little problem weighs on him even more. He looks properly pregnant now, belly showing through any number of thick coats and sweaters. The... spawn has come alive inside of him, thrashing and squirming under his skin.

He can't fish like this, but one morning he wakes to an inexorable pull towards the sea.

By the time he reaches the water's edge, his belly is cramping up and he's dripping wet between his legs. It's all he can do to pull off his shoes and pants and sit in the surf, groaning against the waves of pain and unexpected pleasure.

Soon, weight has shifted down into his pelvis, and something is crowning.

He's far too busy to notice anyone coming closer, until suddenly the merman is in front of him. It's definitely the same one, although he looks clear-eyed and curious now.

Strong hands lift and part the fisherman's legs, and he sobs with relief when the first egg pops free.

The next one arrives much faster, and after the third and fourth, there's a nearly continuous stream of eggs that don't allow him to catch his breath.

Once he's finally empty, it takes a long while before he can sit up again. When he does, there's a small group of merpeople a little way off, clearly carrying the eggs--which look disappointingly small given the pain he went through--away into the sea.

The original merman is still here, now running his hands over the fisherman's crotch and belly as if to check for any stragglers.

Satisfied that the whole haul has been laid, he swims away, leaving the fisherman to splutter indignantly at his retreating silhouette under the water.

It takes quite a while before the fisherman is back out on the water, and he curses at himself whenever he pulls a net over the side and some part of him is watching for any signs of merpeople.

Luckily, he's quickly distracted by a merman pulling himself onto the boat.

It's not one he's seen before, but the crazed look and obscene, swollen cock are all too familiar.

When the fisherman pulls down his own pants, he tells himself he's just surrendering to the inevitable, but soon his traitorous body sings with pleasure at every egg settling into his belly.

If he's going to go into fish farming, those damned mer had better compensate him accordingly.

fawningfortummies

Reblog if you have a breeding/pregnancy kink but don't have and never want kids. Bonus points if you post monster/horror stuff and/or things outside the standard fpreg

kontrabidaking

you know those research expeditions they did in the 1800s? with the tall ships? that kinda thing. but also 1930s tomb raiding adventurers? tbh this was just kind of loosely assembled from a couple of ideas I had. local americans fuck in a creepy ancient temple and deal with the consequences of that eight months later. (The one with glasses is Jon, the guy that got knocked up is Eric)

kofi!

bigbarabelly

Take care of it Jimbo

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