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@justchrisstuff
About me:
North-european guy who's very much into impregnation, pregnancy and lactation. Open for almost anything: ANR/ABF, donor/breeding or roleplay.
Love to meet like-minded people.
Also dabble a little bit in drawing and writing stories.
Concept: macromastia as an early pregnancy symptom
For some random reason you suddenly swell from a perky C cup to hefty DDs in the span of a few short weeks. By the time you get the positive test you’re already an E cup, and when the ultrasound shows you’ve got 8 inside you you’re already overflowing a G cup. Oopsie!
A couple asks their best friend to be a surrogate for them bc they're not able to carry themselves but 3 months in they "miraculously" conceive naturally. They're really psyched about it, happy to be having two (or maybe even more) babies, but it becomes extraordinarily clear over the course of it that this was just a ploy to get to see how sexy their best friend would be pregnant.
Concept: guy accidentally knocks up his girlfriend with septuplets, but he’s just a normal guy who is being forced to watch his gf become a deformed fertility monster. He’s not into it in a fetishistic way at all but he feels compelled to be supportive even though the entire process is disturbing to him. He knows every time he feeds her he’s helping blow her up into an unrecognizable womb on legs but he can’t in good conscience stop when she’s got seven of his babies inside her.
One of my fav HyperPreg scenarios is actually at the very beginning of the pregnancy when the person is finding out just how many they’re having. They go in for their first ultrasound and they’re already pretty bloated, but they’ve never been pregnant before so they don’t know what to expect. Maybe their hormone levels were crazy high, indicating a possibility of multiples. They’re expecting one baby, of course, maybe two at the absolute most. Definitely not more than that.
The sonographer places the wand on their belly and looks at the screen, instantly gasping and turning it away where the parent can’t see it. The worst case scenario plays in their mind: there is no baby, or it isn’t viable.
They place the wand down again, their eyes wide, their mouth moving silently as they examine the patient’s womb.
Eventually the patient says, “If the baby didn’t make it you can tell me.”
The technician shakes their head. They turn the screen towards the parent. It’s completely filled with all these monochrome blobs.
“What…?” the patient stammers. “What is that…?”
They answer, “Babies. Those are all babies.”
The patient’s mouth falls open. They try to count but every inch the technician moves reveals more, every inch of the patient’s womb completely stuffed with embryos.
“H-how many…?”
“I have to count.”
So many they have to count.
“One, two, three…”
The number keeps climbing. The patient begins to shake on the exam table.
“Four, five, six…”
Feeling like they’re going to pass out, they beg, “Please…stop counting!”
“Seven, eight…”
They lost consciousness before they can hear the final number. That may very well not be all of them. There might be more tucked away behind the others. All they know is they’re about to get very, very, very big
Concept: you’re my friend who hasn’t seen me in months. I invite you over and leave the door unlocked. You let yourself in and find me sitting in a reclining chair. I’m practically unrecognizable. My belly is so massive and distended that it’s bulging out on the sides, it almost reaches my knees. The surface is bulging and irregular, like it’s completely stuffed. My tits are as big as soccer balls and nearly popping out of my shirt. I look full term with triplets and ready to pop.
Rubbing my belly and smiling, I say, “Yeah, I got myself a little knocked up…well, a lot knocked up, actually. I’m only 24 weeks with these seven and I have a long way to go still. They’re really moving right now, do you want to feel?”
One of the hottest things I’ve learned from reading about real life high-order pregnancies (triplets or more), is that at a certain point the babies get so big you can feel them low in your pelvis constantly, to the point where you can’t even close your legs.
Now imagine this in a HyperPreg scenario. You’re pregnant with very large, very active septuplets. At about the six month mark you start feeling the fullness and pressure in your canal, the weight of all the huge babies you’re carrying is pushing down on your pelvic floor so that it feels like there’s a head right there. You’re already waddling for balance, but now you have to spread your legs even farther so that you don’t feel like you’re about to start actively crowning.
The months go on. You get bigger, the babies explode in size, they sink lower and lower until on top of everything else you have the constant feeling of being on the verge of birthing. It’s like if you gave one big push they’d start tumbling out of you.
And when they move, you feel it. All that squirming pressure against your G spot, your canal shortened and narrowed until you could barely fit a knuckle inside without hitting your cervix (not that you can reach). You’ve been on bedrest for months, thighs permanently splayed open, your massive belly roiling with kicks, and now you’re being assaulted by unpredictable, uncontrollable orgasms from the stimulation to your sex.
Anyone else wishing this was them?
Found out that I'm going to get to live alone for a couple months next year.... If I got pregnant today I would get to enjoy the last trimester of pregnancy entirely unbothered by anyone. Which means nothing of course. Nothing at all.
But if I did get pregnant I just know Murphy's Law would kick in and I would end up with triplets. The whole timeline would be thrown off - not only would they be likely to come early, but I'd look 3rd-trimester pregnant super early. So it's a good thing that it means nothing.
(starts daydreaming about everyone around me being able to see how breedable I am because my body just HAD to give me triplets) ....a good thing it means nothing.
Aside from septuplets, what're your other sweet spots for hyper preg?~
Oh there are so many! When you've been cultivating this extremely niche, bizarre fetish sexuality your whole life you get some specific tastes lmao
Here are a few:
extreme fetal movement. if you've been reading any of my stuff ever you know i looooove when movement is so intense that it stretches and warps the belly from the inside. the more the better tbh
extreme/constant arousal caused by the pregnancy. especially if it's because a head is so low it's stimulating her from the inside, or because body parts are so sensitive it causes uncontrollable arousal/orgasms.
ultrasound scenes!!!! i love the shock, horror, and eroticism of discovering a huge number of babies, the fear and visceral nature of it is so delicious :3
feedism fun!! there is so much you can do with feedism when a person needs to eat 10k calories a day to grow their babies lmao
measurements!!!! this is so underrated i wish people would do it more. I love numbers, calculating calories, charting weight, tracking size. more of this please!!
there's a bunch more but those are some quick ones that come to mind!!
swimsuit still fits… kinda
Belly so big with baby numbers 7 and 8
Experimenting with animation 🎞
Tell me how you’re going to make me into just a swollen, round pair of tits and heavy belly, ready for more pumping whenever you need it
Mae (18) pregnant for the first time, with quadruplets
If I was on the bus, on my way to my last check up before giving birth, breathing heavily, rubbing and holding the heavy, massive mound of my belly as it hangs between my legs on the seat… my swollen, pendulous teats barely contained in my bra… rocking back and forth, moaning and panting as the bus makes each stop…
Would you be able resist fondling my body?
