"I mean, I think it's cute at least," Reilly said. She fidgeted in place a bit, nervously showing off her body, feeling a bit perverted for doing this to herself. It's been almost two years since she started Jezebel and Rocket. As a rather shy, nerdy trans girl, Reilly wanted a nice confidence boost and her doctor recommended this combination. Jezebel increases breast size, lowers IQ, and makes you fertile as a cis girl, but it was laced with progesterone and other things that benefitted trans girls.
Rocket she was more reluctant about. She didn't know if she wanted a big cock and balls. But as long as she could stay feminized she could always have them reduced later? Turns out this was the confidence boost she needed. As her cock grew from a tiny three inches to nine, ten... fifteen. She came to love her genitals more than ever. Her balls grew from almond size to avocado, something a grown man could grip in his hand, and her cock produced explosive amounts of cum now.....
Her lovers greatly appreciated her over-enlarged genitals. Even if they were basically useless for fucking someone because they were so bulky, they were still so much fun to pump, beat up, scratch, whip, and her urethra was big enough to insert toys in now! Only problem was she had to wear long dresses everywhere with a garter holding her cock in place against her thigh. Anything else and her cock was impossible to hide.
Only now the Jezebel even made that tricky. The once brilliant girl now struggled with simple solutions at an 80 IQ, and all the dresses that fir her showed off an excessive amount of her growing, constantly lactating breasts. Her body exuded sex appeal like never before. She loved it. Getting curvier, hornier, dumber. She loved flaunting her body, getting rock hard at every catcall or misogynistic comment, whereas before she'd roll her eyes or feel disgusted.
Men loved to fuck her but women also loved the challenge of trying to get fucked by her, doing everything in their power to stretch their pussies, and lube up Reilly's cock to get it to go in..... Her newly enlarged balls already impregnated half of her sorority. The halls were teeming with gorgeous sporty girls with big round bellies giggling at the mere sight of Reilly. Wanting more. She couldn't thank her doctor enough. From nerdy trans girl with no figure, small boobs and a micro dick, to full figured, breasts like a seasoned girl who's pushed out busloads of kids, a massive cock, and best of all.... an IQ low enough not to overthink what these drugs were doing to her."
"This is totally OK guys.... just Alabama things. So, a cousin I barely ever talked to sadly passed away. Not sure on the details, something about a frat party getting out of hand. But anyway, under Alabama someone 'able-bodied' in her family has to take on the pregnancy. And that evidently means me, someone who does NOT want kids! This sucks so bad, guys I'm freaking out! There was zero regard for me. They scooped me up walking home from work and told me nothing, just that I had to come with them, it was a family emergency. They made me strip naked, then wheeled me into an operating room, barely numbed my belly, opened my stomach up, took out my cousin's uterus and sewed her birth canal to mine, meaning I have two uteruses now and can get double pregnant. Oh goodie....
She was only four months meaning now with this huge belly I'm five months. That's it. How big am I gonna get? Allegedly my belly will be the size of this yoga ball according to my doctors.... How will I walk or go to work? I'm already so not used to it that I just let it hang out. Am I supposed to buy new clothes every week??? It's absurd! Wanna hear the best part? If I don't use this uterus, there's risk of rejection or atrophy. So I not only have to keep this womb pregnant, but I have no way of controlling which uterus gets pregnant. SO, for the rest of my life I'm stuck getting double impregnated over and over and over! Yayyy Alabama..... And I can't get this uterus removed! That would be so rude and disrespectful to my cousin. Didn't really know her but it looks like I'm gonna stay one huge-ass pregnant bitch in her honor until I die or pop like a balloon!"
Kristine waddled over to her next table, lifting her belly onto it with a heaving breath. "Phew, um, how can I help you guys?"
The couple, consisting of Matt and Gina, were floored. "Oh my god, how are you even standing?" Gina gushed.
"I'm kinda used to it," Kristine rubbed her massive belly.
"Used to it? Sorry, we're out of town. Not used to seeing girls so....." Matt struggled to find the words.
"Extremely pregnant? Here in North Carolina this is all you're gonna find!"
Gina nervously reached out and rubbed Kristine's belly. "Wow! How many are in there?"
"I have like zero clue. I'll find out when it's time to push 'em out! Like usual."
Matt gave Kristine's belly a feel as well. No permission. Kristine was used to it. "I'm amazed your boss let's you work at this size."
"Oh, him? He's really into pregnant girls. He gives us bonuses if we stay knocked up and cuts our hours after we give birth and stop showing. He calls it unpaid maternity leave! Me and the other girls scramble to pop our fertility drugs and get, well, busy with as many guys as we can so we can get our hours back up."
Gina chimed in, "I don't blame him. You look incredible like this!"
"Thank you so much dear! You know, I've got plenty of fertility drugs in my purse if you wanna give your man there a belly this big to ride. I highly recommend it. Makes sex ten times better!"
"I.... well...." Gina looked at Matt.
He rubbed her shoulder. "I'd love to see you get as big as her," he admitted.
"OK.... sure. I'll try it!"
"That's what I like to see out of city girls, some adventure!" Kristine joked. "Mmmm, mind if I ask where ya'll are staying?"
"Oh, the budget inn up the street."
"Ooo, I know that sleazy joint all too well. Great place to get knocked up." She giggled and slapped her belly. "After I get off work.... How about I give you two a sneak preview of how incredible your sex life's about to get?"
The couple looked to each other for approval, and both smiled. "We'd love that," they said, together.
At first I was kind of annoyed by only getting typecast as a pregnant woman. I've been acting for as long as I can remember, Classically trained in theater! Yet... getting gigs is tough. When I was 19 I was trying to get cast SO badly that summer for anything but I was unfortunately late into my first pregnancy at the time. Twins! I knew my condition shouldn't stop me from trying to get work. So I kept going to as many auditions as possible. I got cast in a horror movie as a sexy pregnant coed who gets beheaded by the hulking masked killer. People loved my performance. My 'perfect' bikini body.
There were several nude scenes.... And the director added two full on sex scenes to the movie once I signed on. When I expressed concern about getting full-on fucked for the movie, he joked that it's not like I can get pregnant or anything. So what was the big deal? It was my biggest part up until that point... I spent half my screen time either naked or in a bikini, flirting excessively, smacking my belly constantly. The vixen of the group.... fucked full bareback for millions to see in theaters. The cum shot in my pussy before I get decapitated made it into the theatrical cut, too. So all those people got to see my pussy get pounded as I moaned my heart out, filled with cum.... only for the killer to stand up outside the window behind me and lop my head off with an axe.
After that, countless interviews and conventions, guess what? My agent asks when I'm getting pregnant again. Like it's this obvious thing I need to go do.... A non-negotiable stipulation of my contract. Appearing out of thin air..... So, what did I do? Went to a bar, hooked up with random guys until I got the pregnancy test I wanted. Zero fertility drugs and I got filled with quads. How insane is that? By month seven I was the lead actress in a movie about a massacre on a cruise. Soooo more sex, more me in a bikini for most of the movie. Twice the sex scenes. I get a chainsaw up my pussy near the end and orgasm as I die, my guts/kids falling out. Liiiike what kind of freak would be into that? Apparently a lot, it's one of the highest grossing indie horror films of all time.
Now I'm filming a movie where a man hypnotizes me to be his sex slave AS I also film an Indie flick where I'm kidnapped and kept on a breeding farm. I warned my agent I might give birth before the shoots finish... His solution? They opened my belly and put in a clamp to prevent my water from breaking or giving birth until I'm done. I'm seven months with sextuplets, again I'm just this fertile.... and I'm already getting slight contractions. I'm gonna be in soooo much pain and discomfort by month 11 and 12. Can you image how big I'll get? Fucking crazy..... guess my whole career will just be playing oversexed breeding cows who usually get slaughtered, like a real cow! My fans are sooo sweet! They keep telling me how much they can't wait to see the next sex-filled bloodbath and I have no choice but to enthusiastically tell them I can't wait for them to see my pregnant body get used up and tossed in the trash again and again! ❤️"
So Asuka, what kind of hobbies do you have in the barn?
"Hobbies? Does it look like I can do much? I'm so damn big I have this entire wing of the place to myself..."
Asuka sprawled out across her bare, gravid, hyperpregnant figure like she was skydiving. That comparison was both completely incorrect and completely apt all at once: though her immobilizing proportions left her anchored to the ground, she'd camouflage well amongst a group of hovering hot air balloons. Getting up to her staggering level required the use of a sixty-foot ladder.
Not to be outdone, Asuka's massive, overdeveloped breasts surged into gigantic spheres that were raring to compete with her belly -- and her underboob had the numerous stretch marks to show for it. Droplets of milk drew moist parallel lines next to the blemishes as they made their expeditions from the tips of her rolling pin nipples to the floor.
"Well... I suppose I can still play video games between my routine milkings!"
As if it was a purse, Asuka produced a smartphone from the segment of cleavage she could still reach. But upon its screen was no game. It was -- shockingly, embarrassingly -- her own duck-faced selfie, with her chin resting on the back of her hand, and her feet behind her crossed elegantly like she had simply gone sunbathing. But sunbathing she was not; she was still very clearly resting upon her litter, made all the more clear with the caption 'Only 200? Let's add more!'
"W-WAIT! YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT, YOU DEGENERATE LEECH!"
"Do we really have to watch one of your perverted shows? Their chests are ridiculous."
A night in; a dark living room; a laptop on a coffee table; side-by-side on the couch, sharing a pair of earbuds with you. These were the ingredients that left Asuka sulking with arms crossed over a chest that simply could not compare.
"I mean, just look at what's happening in this anime!"
A purple-ponytailed woman stood impressively tall amidst her gathering peers. The bikini that wrapped around her figure was objectionably revealing by Asuka's standards; her massive breasts were objectionably law-breaking by the standards of physics.
"Of course a degenerate like you would enjoy this." The screen lit Asuka's dour features in a static glow. "And just how is her back not broken?! No one looks like that!"
And yet the depravity continued. The character's lips curled around a banana in a most suggestive fashion.
Asuka's face was stark red -- with anger, and shame, and embarrassment, and feelings unspoken.
"BLEGH! A banana?! This is... this disgusting! I never knew something could be even more idiotic than you!"
...but was it so idiotic?
Later...
Time passed of its own accord in the underground space beneath the barn. No windows and no clocks could hold it accountable. The cold darkness implied an eternal night.
Asuka, bare and chained by the wrists and ankles, swung from the rafters. Her limbs were bent outward and upward as if she was taking a perilous skydive. She wasn't the tallest -- embarrassingly, she required a stepladder to retrieve anything on the top shelf at the grocery store -- but this made her bust even more incomprehensibly titanic.
"Hffff... grow... grow... grow..."
Each boob alone could have easily cast a shadow over a Great Pyramid. In fact, overturn the pyramids and turn them hollow, and her life-changingly gigantic breasts could produce the milk to fill them as casually as one fills up a cup of coffee. They were suspended in mid-air, cradled in the darkness below and beyond, the underground space she occupied a veritable bottomless pit. At least, that's all Asuka could assume. She had grown consistently for so long without having collided with any flat surfaces. It was most upsetting.
"Bigger... get bigger now... come on... expand...!"
But it wasn't just Asuka's crater-creating tits that drooped underneath her otherwise-slender body. There was a competitor: a gravid belly, red and taut, decorated with stretch marks like the disconnected first strokes of a watercolor painting. Unlike her breasts, it was firm to the touch -- but like her breasts, it had ballooned to proportions that would be observable by satellite if she had been above ground. Much of Asuka's squirming was ineffectual save for the rattling of her chains; it was only when her litter acted up that she truly began to sway.
"Huge... make me HUGE... make me grow CONSTANTLY...!"
Asuka's brain repeated her simple thoughts like a vinyl record's run-out groove. In many ways, her stubbornness and bullheadedness had been distilled into its purest essence by the underground.
Though, there were signs that Asuka's personality was shifting even before she was in chains. Her nice dresses were replaced with ecchi graphic tees seemingly overnight after you finished that anime. I bet you like me better like this, pervert, she had said, downing the expansion pills. And the notion of getting pregnant was actually her idea. I *need* these knockers to grow faster, she had begged, clutching your shirt as her boobs tapped against her waist. Even at that size, she turned heads and dropped jaws with high regularity. If she was set upon the populace now, she'd likely cause similarly elevated rates of fainting and unconsciousness.
Asuka's breathing came to an abrupt halt. Her entire body tensed.
The chains clattered against the metal.
"Wh... wh...?"
A bit lip; legs coiled around the rafter like a cobra; toes wiggled involuntarily.
"AAAAH! AAAAAH!"
The swelling was continuing. Asuka's breasts and belly descended even further downward into the darkness. She craned her head down and rubbed her cheek lovingly against her backboob; the feeling of her own skin dragging along her face was enough to bring her near to the edge of pleasure and into the heavenly heights of a climax.
She let her knees dangle further from the rafter. They grazed against the underside of her belly -- which was doing a bit of dragging of its own. The horizon of skin around her lengthened in every direction. To be hovering over it was to be lying prone at the center of Death Valley. An endless flatland.
Ever-distancing nerve endings across her boobs flared impulses of pure orgasmic pleasure to her brain. Thoughts piled up in useless heaps and were subsequently disposed of. Muscles tensed and relaxed at random, uncontrollable intervals.
"Haaaah~... haaaGGHhhhh~...!"
A single bead of sweat rolled down the bridge of Asuka's nose. The burning fires of arousal took hold -- first of her nethers, and then all over, her body steered not by thought, but by desire.
"I'm... I need... I need..."
Behind her on the rafter, a lone drainage pipe was angled away from the arrangement it had been part of. Good enough. Asuka arched her back, grunting, impossibly desirous -- but the weight of her rapidly developing body so anchored her that the struggle was moot. Satisfaction would have to wait.
"...when... when will my breeder arrive...?"
Asuka's tongue lolled out of her mouth. She tasted the salt of her sweat sliding down her upper lip. Its pungent taste was not satiating.
The pregnancy had its side effects. She craved something else.
Marissa sat down with a bit of effort, huffing as she did. "Sorry I'm a bit late, traffic was crazy. So happy we're finally meeting!"
Tony had his hand extended all the while, looking worried. "You sure you don't need help? I feel bad...."
"Oh no! Let me move on my own while I can!" she giggled.
"While you can....? You already look really pregnant. No offense."
"None taken! I mean.... I am pretty big already, huh? Kinda hot, isn't it?" She rubbed her belly, then gave it one good smack.
"Whoa! Is it safe to do that?"
She bit her lip, smacking her belly three more times, each harder than the last, drawing eyes from the restaurant. "I dunno. My babies always come out fine!"
"You get pregnant a lot?"
"Pffft, duh! My whole family's Catholic. I literally don't remember the last time I wasn't pregnant. Dead serious. It's instilled in us super young that our purpose is to have as many babies as possible. Oh, wait, me being pregnant isn't like a deal breaker or anything, right? Sorry, every girl in my family stays knocked up like me. I'm just used it it." She scrunched her nose, smiling naughtily. "Is that bad? I don't even think of it like I'm pregnant or not. I just constantly grow a huge belly and have loads of kids.... it's just normal for me."
"No, it's no big deal. Pregnancy suits you."
She smacked her belly again. "Damn right!"
"I guess.... you consider your belly small right now? What am I in for?"
"This? Nothing. My belly's gonna get five times this size at least. I'll be 100% incapable of walking or doing anything on my own. You'll have to dress me, clean me, get me into my wheelchair. Push me around. I take really potent fertility drugs! So, that means my pregnancies are massive. Like, no joke, I might have sixteen kids in me right now."
"No fucking way. You for real?"
"I'm four months. I'm dead serious. I have a whole classroom of kids in here." She seductively rubbed her belly, then smacked it again twice. "Just the way a girl should be, hm?"
"Damn, you're really fired up. Marissa, you look so horny your brain's turning to mush." He chuckled.
"It is! Getting soooo big so fast makes me insanely horny. Just carrying men's children in me? Fulfilling my purpose by having soooo many kids. It makes me so damn hot I can't think straight."
"You wanna order this to go? You can tell me everything I need to know about taking care of a helpless, massively pregnant woman as I fuck that hungry pussy of yours, keep you nice and full of cum. You know, like a girl should be."
"I think I'd like that. Sorry! I really wanted to have a nice lunch out with you since we finally got to meet..... I'm just so hot today." She fanned herself.
He laughed warmly. "No problem at all. I can see you squirming in place, you're basically humping that chair. We need to get you out of here before you squirt all over that sexy dress."
"Wouldn't be the first time." She started to get up.
"Hey, none of that. Sit."
She did as she was told, eyes big and alert, ready for his command.
Tony stood beside her, offering his hand to help her up. "None of this, 'let me move while I still can' business. You're gonna be immobile in a month or so anyway. Let me start helping you around." As she got up, he very aggressively reached for and smacked one of her very meaty ass cheeks, pulling her in for a kiss, her belly pressed right up against his abs, feeling their texture through his button-down shirt.
She looked up at him, blushing. "I love being told what to do...."
"I bet. Now come with me.... Let me see if I can wear you out, girl. I wanna see you sweat."
"We'll see who gets tired first.... I can go allll night," she said, with a playful flourish.
You click on a random stream, right on the front page of the site.
The stream only just started a few minutes ago. You're the only person watching.
This woman is riding her partner. Slowly rising and falling on her mount. Her belly is absolutely massively distended. So gravid. So full.
You send a comment to the stream. You're the only person here, she's bound to answer.
"How many months pregnant are you?"
She takes a moment to respond, likely stream lag.
"Pregnant? I guess I probably will be in a few minutes. But this is just pre"
She slams her ass down. Her gut immediately baloons out, fully covering her bed.
The streamer fiddles with her phone. The camera zooms out. It must be placed far, far away. Despite that, it has an incredibly high resolution.
You can hear, from her microphone, the sound of their partner's nuts churning... not from this release.... but for the next one.
As the camera further zooms out, you can see those nuts towering over them, reaching far into the sky... growing far faster than even the streamer's ever filling gut.
Hyper-virile bunny boy getting his wife (who they both thought was infertile) preggo with hundreds of millions of tiny bunny babies <3
Maybe their desire to breed was so strong that it broke even the original infertility she somehow had by unlocking some kind of hyper fertility from the deepest recesses of her genes, though either way, he came so much into her, yelling about how he needed her pregnant, and she herself was orgasming, dreaming about being impregnated by the love of her life, that as her belly ballooned with cum to insane proportions, the fertilization process began.
Thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, into billions of babies were being added to her gravid, ginormous, swelling belly every passing moment. He couldn't stop cumming seeing all this happen, hearing her exclaim she thought, no, she KNEW she had to be pregnant.
Of course, pregnant was a massive understatement, as a city sized belly moments after she got knocked up was quite the 'pregnancy' indeed. Maybe they'd find out later that even while pregnant, if he kept cumming into her, she'd get even more knocked up, the numbers only multiplying further beyond...
Appearing hyper-pregnang because they're just that "full" and are just barely fertilizing the load.
such a dick for asking this. how am i meant to choose between my two beloveds? they're both so obviously good...
overdue hyperpreg is great, because if you want, you can say "that's it, that's the size i love, and she stays there forever." keeping her leaky and swollen and sore just like that while she's barely mobile and you get to fuck her like that any time you want while the hormones keep messing with her and making her overly horny... rubbing her belly while it squirms with movement, her bellybutton protruding out and being all sensitive... it's perfect.
but appearing hyperpreg before they're even fully fertilized? fuck, man. that's just as good! there's this electric feeling of potential, as her ovaries churn out eggs to meet demands, her tits start swelling, her body growing outward as her hips and butt and tits and legs get ready to support her weight and babies. the feeling of shock and anxiety and she realizes how deeply she's pregnant, now... and the fact that she's going to be even bigger than that shortly? that her tummy is going to swell even more? you can have her become as big as you want. it's limitless...
but this is ignoring the fact that you can have both.
a lady who's already horribly overdue in her pregnancy, beset by hormones, desperate for a quick fuck, not realizing her body has been producing eggs ever since her 9-month mark was hit. getting filled by a cock too big for any condom, her tummy stretching further as her body is forced to accept all the cum... only for her to twitch in shock as she feels the same heat in her belly as when she first got impregnated.
I was hoping you'd combine the two, with your answer.
And you answered my follow-up ask pre-emptively "what about extremely overproductive ova packed inside making someone a ticking hyper-fertile time bomb"
Guys, I can't emphasize this enough but watch what you take! As you all know I upload vids during my overnight shift of customer interactions and stuff like this, especially from tourists like this girl, are waaaay too common. They come here from Oklahoma or Utah and see we sell pills that give you a pregnant-looking belly for a few days. And they claim to be safe. These drugs are totally unregulated! Yes, I know, you might want a huge belly in a pinch to go out clubbing or hook up with someone on Tinder. I get that temptation. But I use low doses of Femruptarin, I don't touch these cheap knockoff pills.
This girl, named Kelly, was such a sweetie. She just wanted a big belly as she toured NY because she never did it before and it seemed like fun to her. This pill, Belly X, floods your womb with amniotic fluid rapidly, to give you a false pregnancy that lasts a few days. There are dozens of pills that do this. Unfortunately this one is one of the most dangerous. After a few days you're supposed to go into a false labor, some fun contractions and then your water breaks and out comes allllll the fluid. But this one is notorious for continuing for weeks, which is pretty much a guaranteed burst.
Educate yourselves. I know, it's 2026, TikTok wants us all to maintain a massive, gravid belly to show off everywhere but you need to inflate your belly responsibly! Got it? Soooo, at least Kelly and I got to chatting and we did fuck in the women's restroom since it was really slow. She was so much fun and really loved how good I was at eating her out. Sadly as she got her stuff and tried to leave, she bumped into a standing freezer in the middle of our aisle a bit too hard and the look of surprise was priceless as a big stetchmark appeared across her belly. She stood there, not knowing it was too late. Kelly smiled big, her breaths trembling sexily as she was like, "Oh! I think I'm OK!"
I winced, taking cover in the snack aisle as her belly gushed open. Ughhhh such an annoying mess to clean up. A couple giggly drunk girls walked in and saw it, asking what she took that made her pop. I told them the Belly X and they happily bought some. Oh well, and she was so cute, too! I had to keep her in the walk-in on a pushcart til the morning manager could help me boost her into the dumpster. At least she had fun! Is it bad I almost want to try and take a low dose of this and see how long I can last? I haven't gotten knocked up on my Femruptarin yet, been more into girls lately. I dunno, I'll start a poll and see what you guys think!
Edit: Nevermind.... 96% say yes out of two million votes. Errrr wish me luck? This should be fun. ❤️
Sarah is 26, carrying 9 babies.
"nothing prepares you for getting this big. Everything I do is a struggle. I feel them moving inside me, all day all night, it never stops."
