hi im just letting u know that you're great!! call me M! they/them, 34 please dont follow or interact if you're underage! this is an adults only blog, thanks!
you can call me m, or micahroni! in my thirties! i'm nb, so they/them pronouns are great thanks. this blog is for my stuffing/preg (of all kinds)/oviposition kinks, so it's just gonna be full of that. also blurbs that i write. here's the tag for that in case you're interested! any minors interacting with this blog will be blocked!
other things you might see here: mild wg, some eructo
things you won't see here: vore, blood/gore, birth, scat
its actually quite comforting that the putting a pillow under your shirt as a young teen figuring out their sexuality thing isnt a unique experience of mine and some of yall did that too. i may be a freak of nature but im not a unique freak of nature ☝️
I just NEED more centralization on the kicking of pregnancy, the pressure, the feeling of your belly being overtaken by the little bulges of the life inside maybe getting cut off mid protest by the sheer force of a kick. Them getting antsy just feeling their other parent’s presence. Weirdly specific part of the fetish jbut feeling your belly grow a little bit each kick. A solid thud against your belly and suddenly a little jerk as your belly groans a few centimetres??? Idk it’s just so good
Oh my god I love the thought of pregnancy movement soooo much too nonnie. Just the fact that's its undeniable activity/proof that there's something alive inside your stretched out middle is so attractive. Already stretched skin undulating with life as the babs/litter inside you perpetually squirm. Being able to feel every shift of movement inside you as they writhe. Just knowing you're carrying something alive? And then not knowing how many you've got crammed in your overstuffed pregnant belly. And all you can do is wonder as more and more different sources of movement start making your belly more misshapen.
AND WAIT, I just registered the belly growing every time you feel a kick prompt!!!
Genuinely, I haven't heard that one before, but it's doing something to me. Rapid pregnancy is slow but still rapid. Maybe it takes a few hours for me to look 4 months. But I'm there so slow- than the first bit of movement happens. It doesn't even register as movement maybe- its just tiny little fluttering feeling. And it goes away after- plus I'm busy at my desk so I don't really notice my belly bloating out a notciable bit more after the feeling. Then it happens again a bit stronger and I think maybe it's gas. My belly starts growing again in reponse- it was more like a quick jump in growth than the slow, steady progression I was undergoing.
It happens again and it's like a light muscle spasm. I sigh and finally roll my chair out and I get to watch as in time with the first bulge of life press on my stomach- only for my shirt to strain as my belly jumps in another size in reponse. I gasp, and my hand flies onto my now very pregnant belly. Another kick and clear signs of whatever I was pregnant with being fussy makes a small ball in my shirt before disappearing when my shirt threatens to rip under the sudden amount of girth it was forced to try and contain. My poor stomach groans loudly in protest as if I could somehow stop the sudden strain much like my shirt it was being forced to too take too-
I have to quickly peel my shirt up towards my chest, and it's just in time for another now larger bulge slam right into the center of my stomach. Forcing it to jut more outwards. Only the skin doesn't come back down as the rest of my belly surges forward to meet it-! So I watch in time as my belly button pops out fat on my now heavily overdue pregnant belly. I gasp and pant the heavy weight of the baby in me, only growing every sign of life it shows. I still jerk in my chair when, this time, two separate bulges force my skin to bump outwards.
My belly groans and gurgles with a loud slosh followed by the sound of my belt snapping so hard the metal smacks into the wall with an audible sound. My belly no longer being supported falls even heavier in between my spread thighs. "Oh no no no-" I can feel the movement start fluttering and I know what's about to happen again with me not being able to do much but sit there and try not to cum my own brains out than and there watching myself only get more and more pregnant-
A squirm happens and- oh no.
I realize why it keeps happening so often.
There's more than one in there-!
The at least two different sources of movement start squirming more- my skin undulating softly as the twins now growing in me tried to get comfortable. Two more kicks turns to three at the same time and I groan loud when my gut rumbles and surges forward again. Belly thwaping against the edge of my desk and forcing my thighs apart so very wide to make room for the absurd amount of space my brats were set on making for themselves. My belly groans in protest yet again unhappy by the development it was forced to undertake. But my pregnant belly only rumbles again, followed by a more reserved glug. Like it had settled again after yet another insane growth spurt...
Only for my eyes snap wide open as a third source of movement starts squirming inside of me.
And I end up cumming the hardest I ever have when my belly groans and jumps into the fattest heaviest triplet belly I've ever seen. My own orgasm and clenching of my womb only makes my overactive now steadily growing litter even more active... a vicious cycle 💕
My friend is pregnant irl and im so jealous. Why cant that be me? I dont want a kid, but I want to be pregnant. I want to be a heavy waddling mess with clothing that barely fittttttt
Your friend: Oooohhhh, I'm so big and heavy, I can't bend over, the baby kicks all the time, my back is so sore and my skin's stretched so tight across my belly!
You, drenched in sweat, trying to be cool: May-maybe someone could-could be your surrogate if you have another one. Maybe.
thinking about a pregnant guy getting a backrub from his partner, and his partners hands inevitably travel downwards to rub his bulging gut. meanwhile the whole time he's getting whispers in his ear about how good he looks, and soft kisses to his neck. just absolutely pampered by his partner. they're both hot panting messes by the time the massage is done, one from the physical touch, and the other by just how much they're into their partner being so heavily pregnant.
Round, hard, rumbly bellies stuffed with soooo much food + very obviously making a big bump under the person's otherwise well-fitting shirt.
So much so that they have to waddle, even if (especially if) they're also not very heavy everywhere else, so you know its solely the weight and discomfort of what's in their stomach right now thats weighing them down and making their gut bulge forward.
Aaaand they're embarrassed, limply rubbing their tummy, and helplessly burping
