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He’s spent this pregnancy so wet that when his water breaks, it takes him a moment to notice. For weeks now, his swollen pussy has been a self-perpetuating point of hot, damp heat, and it’s only when that heat begins to creep down his inner thighs that he realizes it’s time. He’s been in labor for hours already, and these last forty minutes have seen him groaning and sweating through transition. But with his water broken, he can really kick things off.
It’s a struggle to get into his outfit, taking so long that he has to stop to brace himself against more than one contraction while trying to get everything situated. He almost wishes he was recording this part—it would have been easy, since he set up the camera when he was due a week ago—but the video will be long enough, already.
“It’s happening,” is how he ends up beginning the show, seated wide-legged at the foot of his plastic-covered bed with his body angled to keep the drooping bulge of his belly center-frame. A ring light catches the shiny-red surface, skipping across stretch marks that candy-stripe the uncomfortably large bump, making it appear impossibly taut.
His hands rise to caress the hard curve, and he whines gently. “Fuck… here comes the head—“ The whine tightens into a nearly silent groan, and he leans further back, thighs trembling as he pushes for the camera. Even in the skintight jeans straining to remain buttoned beneath his belly, no visible progress is yet made. After a full minute, he releases the push with a gasp and clings tightly to his belly.
“It’s in my cervix now.” A throaty, helpless kind of groan. “Ngh, you bred me so full, baby… it already hurts so bad.” He allows his hands to keep roaming the distention of his overdue womb, showing his stud what a good job he did.
It still makes his pussy throb to think of the man who did this to him. He truly was a stud, a powerful presence with a virile cock who met him once to bend him over and breed him. It was exactly what he was dreaming of as he browsed responses to his video. A few users stood out to him, but this man caught his eye by reposting the video over and over with increasingly lengthy manifestos under it, clearly obsessed with watching him push out a baby twice as large as average.
Exploring the man’s page further revealed a claim that he’d given his wife a fourteen-pounder that she labored with for over twenty-four hours. Though this could have easily been fabrication, it was corroborated with a video of a mountainous man supporting a hugely pregnant woman in a birthing tub, his bearlike hands squeezing her hips as she hysterically struggled to give birth, shrieking as her cunt made no progress around a massive crown. Once a Skype call confirmed the man in the video was the same one running the account, there was nothing to do but send the full, uncut version of the video that started it all.
In response, he received a clip of a powerful hand frantically jerking a thick, rock-hard cock, and the message, “Next time it’s gonna be mine.” His stud was inside him within the week.
After the positive pregnancy test, there had been a brief discussion of the stud being present for the birth, but between logistics and the fact that they both found it hotter for the breeder to give birth unassisted, it was decided that another video would do perfectly. Though, the breeder had to admit to himself, he had hoped to feel that cock fill him one more time.
“I keep thinking about your cock,” he admits to the camera between contractions. “How you got me all wet teasing me for how my pussy still looked like a birth canal… but then you were so big that you still stretched me.” He lifts a foot onto the bed, groaning as his hips open further and the head shifts. “Hoo- fuck, it’s getting low. Ohhh… oh, oh, I gotta— I’m pushing!”
His breath hisses sharply though his teeth and his belly tenses even harder as he does just that, abs struggling to maintain any grip after being stretched so thin by two huge pregnancies.
But, finally, the most beautiful moment comes. The unrelenting pressurized ache between his legs tightens into a burn, and the crotch of his jeans rounds subtly as the head drops through his cervix and fills his pussy completely. He squirms and grits his teeth, panting.
“Fuuuck, baby, it burns, it already burns.” Trembling beneath the weight of his rock-hard belly, he manages to scoot back and spread his legs even wider. “My pussy’s so full! It barely fits! Aaaauuuuugh-!” His head falls back, body lurching and belly rocking as he puts his whole spine into a push. He keeps stretching, a growing swell where his thighs meet, a sting worsening every second as the poor lips of his cunt grind between the descending head and the shrinkwrap jeans.
Then the progress stops. He keeps pushing, even between contractions, indulging in loud, effort-filled moans, but the oppressive weight of the head remains closed behind his stretched labia.
“I can’t get it out!” His head rolls back, chest heaving in overwhelm. “It won’t come out no matter how hard I push!”
Finally, he’s getting closer to the place he’s imagined being, the place he’s been dreaming of returning to for 11 months. Laboring fiercely, he struggles to lift himself up, and must sit with his legs splayed and his contracting pussy forward before he manages to stand. With the slow, rocking gait of a man with a head splitting his hips, he staggers towards the camera and turns it.
For a moment, the shot is vague and unfocused, just a brown smudge with the agonized sounds of labor in the background. Then his groaning fades, and the image rattles around before actualizing into a dresser. He practically falls into the frame, his hands slapping the surface of the dresser as his belly hangs with incredible weight beneath him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbles, and begins to circle his hips in wide, deliberate motions. “Mmhg… your baby’s so big… can you see? Can you see it coming out?”
Later, he’ll be pleased to find that he managed to catch his body in complete profile, including the lump jutting from the back of his jeans.
Now, he lifts a trembling hand from the dresser top and stretches to cup the tender curve of his bulging perineum. His jaw falls open as he traces two delicate fingers down the seam of his jeans, pressing it ever-so-slightly between his pussy lips.
This causes the tiniest bit of tension on his stretched t-clit, and he yelps like a puppy, feebly bucking his hips. “Augh!” He hangs his head, and the light catches tears welling between his lashes. “Ohhhh my god,” he groans, “it’s too… it’s too…!”
Suddenly his eyes fly open, and a helpless squeak ekes from his throat, only for him to spread his lips in a silent wail as he cums. The tense and pulse of his orgasm triggers something in him, and he slams his hand down and starts pushing frantically, bucking his full pussy backwards like he can just wrench it out.
“It’s too much!” he screams. “I need- I need—!”
With trembling hands, he tries to unbutton the jeans. Tight as they are, he struggles, whimpering desperately every time he must stop to push.
“Ohh, pleasepleaseple—“ The moment he drags his jeans down his thighs, the glistening, dark red dome between his legs swells even further, and finally splits open. He shrieks, cumming again at the first hint of the head peeking out, and the orgasm makes the little slip of dark hair bob, easing further out and sinking back in with each urgent clench of his shiny, cumming pussy.
He wails, agonized, even as two of his fingers fly to jam against his tightening clit.
When it finally passes, he sags for a moment, the heavy shape of his belly tightening and relaxing as he gasps for air. “Ooooh, it’s right there,” he mumbles. “Fuuuuuck. Fuck it’s so good. It’s so— mnnnn…” He winces even as a pleased shiver unfurls across his limbs.
Shakily, he shoves the jeans further down his legs, revealing that he still has one last piece of clothing: a skintight pair of transparent vinyl briefs. Every inch of his birthing hole is visible, reflected light clinging to the dips and curves of his body.
Glancing at the camera, he manages a sweaty, self-satisfied smirk. “You like this? I wanted you to see just how big your baby stretches me.”
Saying so, he turns, still bent at the waist, so that the camera gets his plastic-coated cunt in perfect detail. Then, groaning, he pushes, and the material tightens as the slit between his raw lips begins to round towards his asshole. For a moment, it’s the resistance of his own slowly-opening body that prevents the head from coming out, but as he pushes and pushes, the vinyl stretches less and less, until finally—
“Ah- ah-! It won’t move!”
Wrapped as delicately as a present, his crowning cunt trembles and his asshole throbs on the end of a desperate push. “Ohh GOD!” he wails, hanging his head. “My clit! Fuck, my clit, my clit—“
The sweet little thing barely makes a bump against the plastic, the purple head eye-catching amid all the stretched-pale flesh. Between the skull of the crowning child and the uncaring chafe of the vinyl, his t-clit is pressed thin as a flower between pages, and he starts to heave sobs of overstimulation. His toes curl, and he shakes his head, drool beginning to gather over his lip with wet mumblings.
“I can’t! Get it out! Get it out, get it OUT!!”
Instinctively, he drops into a deep squat, and screams as the tremendous weight of his pregnant mass tries to thrust the head from his pussy. Still, the vinyl cradles it, and it remains at a perfect crown between his quivering lips. He shrieks and bounces restlessly on his heels, hands fluttering down feverishly between his legs to feel the bowling-ball weight now hanging beneath him.
His begging to get it out loops into incomprehensible babble as he pushes and pushes. “It’s too big, your baby’s too big for my pussy!” he moans. “My clit’s gonna tear! I can’t anymore!”
Yet he does, never removing the briefs, because he has a plan: he’s not going to take them off. Not until he gives birth.
When his thighs begin to shake, he slumps forward and ends up on his side, clutching his belly in one hand and the back of his knee in the other, prying himself wide. He lays on his side, heaving like livestock, and groans helplessly as he pushes without end. Birthing fluid gathers in the vinyl briefs and drips down his legs, the drops released with each push accumulating over the seemingly unending effort.
Eventually, when he can’t force the head out that way, he clambers onto his hands and knees and crawls, his entire body shaking, back to the bed. He reaches into a box sitting on the floor and produces a powerful massage wand. Then, sinking down on one elbow, he presents his crowning cunt to the camera and pushes the powerfully vibrating wand between his upper thighs, wedging it to the splayed-wide nub that used to be his t-clit.
At first he screams, but his voice gives quickly, and he lays there with his cheek pressed to the floor and his ass up, contracting and cumming in helpless perpetuity. Occasionally, soft whimpers of, “Need it out, lemme push it out, lemme birth it…” are caught by the microphone.
Three and a half hours after he first crowns, he finally finds the strength to make that final push. With an ugly, heaving grunt, the vinyl fills with the huge head of his baby. He takes his time peeling off the briefs, and lifts himself upright, shuffling his knees under himself and facing the camera again. Kneeling there, he holds the wand directly on his aching purple clit, and births the massive shoulders with a single push and the whimper of a ruined orgasm.
This is the first video file his stud receives, labeled 13lbs.mov.
But there is also a second.
This one began recording at 2 AM, in the moody light of a bedside table lamp. In it, sweat renders the breeder’s heaving body in a thin glitter, and his belly still looks huge in the half-dark, especially as it draws tight with a contraction.
“The- the afterbirth was taking forever,” he says in a scratchy voice, absent of the sultry pageantry of the first video. “Now- ooooh, hah, fuck.” He pants, instinctively lifting a foot onto the bed to open his hips. “Hah, hah, I need to push, I gotta push agai—!” His face scrunches up, and slowly reddens as he struggles with all his might.
After, it takes him several gasping moments to speak again. His chest jumps with shallow breaths, words thin.
“There’s another head. A second head. Fuck, holy fuck.” He laughs almost deliriously. The lamplight catches his raw pussy squeezing gently in anticipation. “I’m having another one. A twin. Fuck, you put twins in me!” He reaches down and gives an indulgent rub to his incredibly swollen clit before shoving his fingers up his cunt.
Then he jolts, and his eyes fly wide. “Oh, god, I feel it! The head! It’s right there, it’s coming so fast, what the— ohhhhh—”
His belly locks into a tight, twisted shape, and he releases only a faint wheeze, like the wind has been knocked out of him, as he pushes with it. The plastic covering the bed crinkles in his fists.
Unlike its slow, impeded stretch before, his heavily-used pussy unfurls suddenly around the budding head. He yelps in shock. Then both of his hands fly to it, and he moans as the rest of his push is absorbed into the counter-force of his palms and the head moves no further.
“Stop!” he screams. “It’s too big! I can’t, I can’t, I…”
Delicately, a tendon leaping in his neck as he pants for breath, he starts to push the crown back inside. “Fuck!” His head drops backwards, and he shakes it at the ceiling as if defying himself. “Fuck, fuck, it’s going back in! It doesn’t fit, it’s too much, fuck! My- ah! My fucking cervix, fuck, hnnnn-“
Voice breaking, he whimpers desperately even as he slowly closes his legs around his wrist, hand still covering his puffy pussy. “M’so full. Fuuuuck. Fuck, I can’t believe I get to do this again, pussy’s made for struggling on big babies, fuuuuck…”
His wrist writhes into the meeting of his thighs, hips rolling forward as he humps the heel of his hand. “Ohhh I feel so heavy. So fucking.” Then a wince, teeth clenching, as his belly contracts. “M’not ready,” he mumbles, then groans loud enough to wake the dead as he pushes uselessly. His elbow jerks as he works his hand against his clit, and suddenly his hips leap from the bed and his eyes flutter as he cums, birthing fluid spraying between his fingers.
“Shit!” His next gasp rattles, voice fraying again with his volume. “Need this, need this, need this so bad, need your huge fuckin’ twins stuck in my cunt every night—!”
He whips his hand away and opens his legs, and makes a frail bleating sound with the rhythm of his stretching pussy as the head lurches out in steady spasms. He lets it keep coming until it triggers a scream just before crowning, then shoves it up his greedy cunt again. His spine arches off the bed, a wounded, dying groan filling the room.
“Fuuuuuuuck, baby, it hurts, it hurts, it’s too much, it’s too much, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I—“
With only needy instinct guiding him, he denies himself the birth of the twin for hours, lost in a heady haze of pressure and pain and pleasure. His body fights to push it out, writhing on the sheets, and he forces it back inside, his orgasmic groans indistinguishable from his moans of absolute agony.
Near dawn, he scrambles upright, legs wavering dangerously beneath him, and shudders with the force required to shove the head back in as gravity enters the picture.
“Need to- need it out,” he pants, eyes shiny and pleading. “Can’t do it anymore, my pussy, my poor fucking pussy hurts so bad, I need to birth it, I need to birth it, please let me—!”
His knees give, and when his hands lurch to his thighs to steady himself, the baby finally crowns. He shrieks, then starts to shake his head, wailing, “Too big! It’s too big!” His already-splayed knees wobble further apart, feet shifting on the floor, and his body squats almost without his permission, bulging the head forward.
With ragged, helpless breaths and a heaving belly, he reaches clumsily for the camera. Shadows fly around the room and his hands clack noisily on the plastic, then finally he’s filming his pussy straight-on.
“L-look at that head…”
It’s so big that it looks unreal, his trembling thighs flush against the ears and his lips so stretched they’ll clearly never be the same. It’s hard to even imagine how his pelvis got so wide. He gasps a sob distantly. “So big…!”
Slowly, slowly, it begins to come out. He makes a breathless grunting sound, then squeaks in pain as the fat cheeks begin to stretch his hole even further, and cups it again with his hand. By his full-body tremble, it’s clear there’s no pushing it back in now, but he holds it all the same, desperate to deny it just a little longer.
“Fuck, fuck… ahhhh- hah… hmmmmng, too full, too big, it burns, it burns so bad, I can’t…”
But he does. A contraction begins to ease the head forward again, and he yelps as it bursts out of him. To the camera, it looks nearly the size of a grown man’s head, though the warped perspective is mostly to blame.
A thin whimper, and he clenches his jaw into another push. After everything, it still takes all he has left to grunt the shoulders free of his pussy, flicking his clit all the while.
This second video file, he names 18lbs.mov.
With the two files, he includes the message: Meet in 4 weeks? I already miss being full ❤️
A ragged breath rips from her throat as she rolls her head forward, grunting softly as her next contraction begins to build. Her legs are spread for you, thighs trembling wildly on either side of the bulge of her cunt. No head is visible yet, but her lips begin to gape and spread as her grunts evolve into a small roar, fluid leaking from her hole as she pushes in earnest.
"Ohhhhh," she groans, half delirious. "Oh, its- OH. It's comingggg." Her nails dig into the flesh of her thigh, face screwed up with effort as she pulls her leg further back. Her cunt bulges obscenely around the emerging head and more fluid leaks from her vagina, coating your fingers in slick as you reach forward to slide the pads of them over her folds. The skin is red, hot to the touch, and she whimpers as she thrusts her hips forward.
"Coming," she repeats, vouce clear with intent. And yes, yes it is. Her labia part as she shrieks with effort, exposing the smallest sliver of wet, dark hair. "I- I'm pushing. I'm pushing! I can't stoppppp."
Despite the bulge of the head in her canal, the crown of which has spread her labia to the point of turning her soft folds bloodless and white (oh, the burn must be delicious, if her cries tell you anything about the sensations she's experiencing), her shaking thighs attempt to snap shut, trapping your hand against her cunt. "Mmmmmphhh!" Her chin hits her chest as she pushes again, grinding her sore and swollen clit against your fingers. "'S it- can you- fuck! Oh, fuck. I need it ouuuuuuut."
The vice grip in her belly releases, the sides of it heaving around the shape of the child as she struggles to catch her breath. "So low," she moans quietly, comtinuing to rock her hips. "God, the stretch-."
And... well, fuck. The stretch. The burn. The teardrop shape playing peekaboo behind her lips. You brush your thumb over her clit, inhaling sharply as she whimpers in a way that let's you know she's preparing to push. "Ohhhh, its gonna come. Its coming. Its-." Her words break off rapidly, and the only sound that escapes her is a wild scream as the head surges forward. She makes an attempt to twist away from you, thighs clamped tightly around your hand as she shrieks and struggles to hold the child in.
"MMMMM, FUCK. BURNINGGGG!"
You press against the bulge of her crown, applying the smallest hint of pressure. With a small hiss, she forces her eyes open and turns to you, panting sharply as the child continues its descent. Her eyes are wild and wet with tears, and you appease her with a gentle smile and a soft kiss as you shift closer to pry her legs back open.
Completely naked, spread, and exposed, she hisses and struggles to no avail. The child sits at half crown; her clit is hard and pulsing against the ridge of its skull, and her labia are shiny with amniotic fluid and what you know to be her own arousal. Maybe you'll have a taste, you muse.
As her belly tightens once more and a groan builds in her throat, you shift your hand just slightly to completely cover her rapidly spreading hole. "Oh, you really can't stop, can you baby?" you croon, experiencing a jolt of arousal as the head surges forward against your hand. "Pushing like that? So... uncontrolled?"
"Get it out," she pleads. "I-holy FUCK, I need it out."
You wait a beat. Feel her push. Feel the head slip further out (nearly to the brow bone that time; you can hear the little noises she makes when it grinds against a sweet spot inside) and feel it retreat. Feel her go limp as she slumps back against the edge of the bed behind her, legs falling open as the bulge has become too prominent to deny.
"Oh, baby girl," you murmur, giving her clit one last gentle stroke to invoke a sleepy smile in return. She must think she's close. Poor thing. The size of the head, as well as the yet unseen shoulders, would disagree. "Is it starting up again?"
"Mhm." Roughly 15 seconds later, she hums again, reaching down to pull her legs back once more. "Mmmmm, here it comes. Oh, its gonna be out soon."
You beg to differ, but you don't dare tell her so.
Another push begins with a ragged scream that rises from the depth of her chest. "ffffFFFFUCK GET IT OUT. I WANT IT OUT."
"Then push," you command. "Be a good girl, and push."
Thinking of a farming community that is thriving through a famine because the goddess of nature has blessed them to become pregnant with produce and give birth to their harvest.
All of the farmers become swollen with one kind of fruit or vegetable over the course of the season, some of them local and some from faraway lands. During the harvest, most will give birth to a humbly sized crop. But the extremely devout farmers push out so much that at feasts, they will recline on a table with their legs open for the townspeople to take fresh offerings straight from their holes, which drip with the delicious juices of whatever produce they carry.
No one ever risks going thirsty, either, as every pregnancy causes the chest to swell with water so pure that it doesn’t even need to be boiled before consumption. Many in the town are employed ‘milking’ the farmers to create a reservoir for all to use. The most faithful produce so much water that their tits sag heavily around their fertile bellies, full enough that each breast can be heard sloshing as they walk. They keep cups hanging on their belts so that they can send any thirsty passer-by on their way with a drink—that is, if they don’t have time to suckle straight from their teats.
And of course the pregnancies can manifest many interesting ways…
A farmer carrying grapes will feel like their womb is full of soft eggs, and if you gently push their belly around, you can feel all the bunches shifting. When they give birth, it comes as one long vine that they can’t push very hard if they want large bunches, so they often just labor passively for days and days as the vine coming out of them grows longer and longer.
Root vegetables with leafy tops start to poke out of the farmers’ holes when they’re ready, and in addition to pushing, they need the help of a second party to grip the stems and help pull them out of their womb.
Those growing butternut squashes end up with oblong bellies, and never know whether each squash will come out head-first—leaving them to struggle on the round base—of if they’ll crown around the base and the whole vegetable will shoot out of them.
Someone carrying oranges or apples might have a bumpy belly that tumbles around with their movements, needing often to be adjusted for their comfort, and ending up in lopsided shapes if they’re unattended.
While large bunches of bananas are preferred, some—the less experienced farmers, especially—cannot stretch far enough to admit very many at once, so a farmhand is required to carefully insert a tool deep inside them and break a few off the stem. A farmer who’s used to having their bananas broken into single deliveries must take care not to be caught alone when it’s time to push, because they’ll have no idea what to do when a bunch of 10 or more starts spreading them.
Those who grow watermelons and pumpkins can often be seen in the goddesses’ temple, nervously rubbing the discolored, paper thin skin of their bellies as their body struggles to contain their bounty. With enough prayer and meditation, they can achieve a trance state for the birth, where the goddess will only allow them to feel as much as they want. For some, this is only a fraction of the pressure, which is still enough to make their groans echo in the temple. For others, this is the full impact of the birth, their bodies tortured as they’re pushed past the edge of human ability, their hearts in rapture at the chance to show their goddess how much they are willing to do for her.
It’s always important to be sure the harvests are ripe, too, of course. A farmer must pay close attention to the first of their delivery, and if it’s still green, they must stop pushing immediately and force what they can back inside. It’s quite common, especially for less experienced farmers, to need to postpone their birth by a few days or even weeks. Several farmers in this tender state can usually be found at the temple, moaning and groaning in misery as they clutch their contracting bellies and pray to the goddess for relief. Every day, the faithful visit them to comfort and soothe them, massaging them, holding them, even pleasuring them or inserting blessed artifacts into their holes to keep them plugged, so that they can at least answer the urge to push.
When the day finally comes to empty their aching bellies of the ripe harvest, it is not uncommon for the farmers to feel so pent up that each thing they push out makes them moan and jerk, slowly pushed towards the edge of pleasure. Often, the faithful attending to them will take the last fruit and fuck the farmer with it, until finally rewarding them with an almost unbearable orgasm, and then a sleep so peaceful and deep that they don’t even notice being carried home and put to bed. They are then allowed to rest for several days, first to recover… and then to germinate the next clump of seeds that has appeared in their belly.
Fun idea I had for a birth story. Is this worth expanding upon? Thoughts/suggestions?
Ferris Wheel Baby
You started having contractions before you got to the amusement park but played them off as Braxton Hicks until you got onto the Ferris wheel and you’re water breaks. Now you’re trapped on this thing slowly going around, stopping frequently to let off/on passengers while you’re husband tries to yell for help from high above in your car but no one can hear him. You have to fight the contractions and growing urge to push, feeling the baby pushing through you, until the ride brings you back around and lets you off. By then the head is right behind your pussy lips, ready to start peeking out any moment. You tell him to help hold it in so he cups his hand to your crotch to keep the head from emerging. Finally the ride brings you back around, your husband helps you up and out of the car, you shuffle through the amusement park towards the parking lot, but you know you won’t make it in time. The head is starting to crown now that you’re upright and he is no longer holding your crotch. He finds an empty pavilion and gets you over to it, laying you down on a bench, lifting your dress and peeling your panties off to reveal the head stretching you open.
Just so we’re clear, if I point out that you did something racist, that’s not the same as me thinking you’re irremediably terrible. You did a racist thing.
You think you don’t do racist things, homophobic things, etc? You do. I caught myself in fat phobic and homophobic lines of thinking/speech just this morning. I’m fucking gay married. Nothing disqualifies you from acting in a way that reflects the society you exist in. We are obliged to fight it. Why not fight it in honesty and with camaraderie?
I'm frustrated!! Every morning, I drain my pecs of their 🥛 just so I can go through my day without any leaks. But I know that when it's chest day, I gotta really make sure I drain every last bit... So I do. And this morning I SWEAR I DID! Even Bryson helped me out 🍼...
But... I got to the gym. I start hitting chest. Getting a nice pump. But then I sit down on the incline chest press and WAM, I feel them slosh 🫠 I tried not to get any leaks but I had to change out of my shirt by the time I was done.
I know my hormones are still wacky. And my current pregnancy is gonna make them over active. And my body is still thinking I'm supposed to be needing all this 🥛 but damn give me a break pls...
Just another day with hypermasculovum I guess
(I mean look how the slosh in my hand 🫣)
I'm now on IG as well as here everyone! Same content as here but another method. Link MP_jock
The triplets made me soooo huge that I can barely squeeze into my suit anymore!!! I think they're ready to make their big entrance to the world, but I do NOT have time for it now! They'll have to wait just a little longer!
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Help a chronically ill trans individual move in with Dad and spend final moments 💚
Hey, my name is M and I'm currently living with double kidney failure and have been deemed ineligible for a kidney transplant due to all my comorbidities. A few years back, I got COVID and it has weakened my lungs so much that I require 24/7 oxygen use. This makes any procedure a big risk, especially a big one like a transplant. I also have diabetes and it complicates post surgery care, making the individual more susceptible to surgical complications like infections.
Due to my terminal status, I am thinking of things that I want to do before I pass. I don't want to be institutionalized or in a hospice facility. I want to pass at home with my friends and family (and cats) around me. My most important wish is to move into an apartment with my Dad. I'm currently fundraising for first and last month's rent + all moving costs. Altogether, I am asking to raise $3,000. The rent monthly is $1,250 and each of us can move from our places with the leftover $500 that is not being used for first and lasts.
So.. if anyone could spare even $1 or $5, it'd mean the absolute world to me! I love my Dad more than itself and want nothing more but to spend my days with him. 💚✨
Can’t donate any right now, but people seem to reblog posts with my dog. Sorry! Hope you get your meds, and hope Apollo might help this make it farther
Fuck I gotta say there’s nothing better than being near bursting, when your belly button becomes more shallow and you can feel the deep itch across your skin.
Crying and whimpering as your hand slowly pushes another crumb past your lips, curling in disgust from your lack of self control. Slowly, slowly, slowly chewing till it’s nothing but paste in your mouth and swallowing only to feel it back up near your throat. You’re just that full.
No choice but to keep it all down despite the possibility of bursting, though never actually hitting that limit. Only ever on the cusp of it before you’re out of food.
How long would it take before it’s a daily necessity to eat like that? Body feeling starved from anything less, crying out in rumbles begging to be split apart.
As many of you know, my cat Baby Girl has struggled with her weight since I got her from the shelter 4 years ago. Despite being on a proper diet, she continues to gain weight. I had a cat before Baby Girl that had this issue and it turned out to be her thyroid, which needed consistent medication. Thanks to your earlier donations, I was able to take her for bloodwork and an X-ray with sedation. The X-ray was clear of any blockages or tumors. The bloodwork suggested that she does have a thyroid issue.
The medication Baby Girl needs is $50 every two weeks. In addition, I need to take her back to the vet because her butt is extremely red and she may need her anal glands expressed + antibiotics. They said they cannot give me an exact quote of what she needs until they see her.
Tentative goal: $300
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imo dick pics are okayyy… i’m not really moved by them..
but bulge pics when ur doing something casual or at work but you still want me to see how heavy ur packing for me is so slutty of you and i’m immediately pregnant looking at you thank you
