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[makehimexpecting]

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[spiderwell]

Exorcisms

priest who has a 100% success rate on all exorcism he performs, though his methods are foolproof, they are often the church's last resort because of how unconventional they are, the afflicted are often as terrorized by the exorcism as are during the possession

the method that guarantees the priest success is manifesting the afflicted possessions as demons, forcing the individuals to birth their demons to rid of them, the demons take different forms as they manifest, some are physical monsters, some as incorporeal black smoke, others as toxic slime, but all demons are unable to survive on earth and immediately died once born, their bodies evaporating minutes after they hit the air

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the stronger the possession is, the higher the level of demon will manifest, the higher the demon, the bigger the pregnancy, though demons cannot survive, the pregnancy and labor will be just as excruciating for the afflicted, their pain cleansing their bodies of the evil inside, some exorcisms take days, the demons and the afflicted fighting the birth or taking days to finally push through a tight hole, however, once the process starts, there is nothing that can stop it, the afflicted and demon fighting for days, their bodies battlegrounds, their holes the victor line they must cross, the method is guaranteed if they can successfully push the demons out of their bodies

~ demons with horns, stabbing into the birthing passage, making the afflicted scream as they are tortured from the inside, they claw at their bellies from the outside, unable to stop the demons from tearing their insides, the priest's aids dig through their fingers into the their holes, pulling their skin open wider, despite their protests, the aids twist  and rock the horns around the inner passage of the afflicted, maneuvering their flesh until the horns are sticking out of their hole, letting the afflicted push the rest of the way themselves

~ the afflicted who tear themselves by pushing too hard and too fast, trying to get the demons out as quickly as possible, hysterically screaming, pushing even without the help of contractions, ignoring their body's warnings, pushing until their holes stretch too far and tear, ripping gashes in their premiums, opening their holes wider, still, they do not stop pushing, faces red and angry, yelling through the pain, clenching their muscles to push more, tearing their holes bloody, straining to birth the demon

~ massive demons that take days to fully crown, the afflicted heavy with massive bellies, barely able to breathe, legs spread open wide, holes burning in pain from the stretch, their groins bulging from the unborn demon still inside them, the priest leaves them open and in agony as they slowly stretch open, their bodies slowly making room for the demon to pass through, they can crown for hours, the demon keeping the afflicted open in a permanent ring of fire for days, the afflicted claw and fight in their restraints, but nothing stops the slow labor of the demons out of their holes, they eventually become delirious with the pain, their entire existence focused on their raw openings, they chant with the priest, praying their bodies open more, their wide holes a sign of how contrite they were

~ demons pushing against prostates, making the afflicted hard and humiliated, their intestines cramping from being stuffed so unnaturally full, while their cocks leak with unending streams of cum, they yell and work to push the demons out, only for their screams to intensify when the demons reach their assholes, the demons never release their unrelenting pressure on their prostates, the afflicted eyes rolling in their head as they are forced to cum over and over as the demon stretches and voids their holes

~ those who refuses to push, screaming they don't want to do this, hysterically pleading with family members, the priest, his aids to not make them do this, these ones usually have to be restrained otherwise they will fight throughout the whole process, their legs are tied open, lewd and exposing their holes to the room, if they still refuse to push, their holes are held open with a speculum and over the course of the exorcism, they are stretched wider and wider, letting their body contract and slowly push the demon out to the world

~ virgins who are so tight they can't push, scared and crying, the first time they are feeling anything in their pussies, the aids help by opening their holes as the afflicted sob and plead with them to stop, to let them keep their innocence, the aids are sympathetic, telling them they are just unfortunate to be possessed before marriage, they push more fingers into their holes, the afflicted frantically pleading with them to stop, eventually the aids work up to fisting the afflicted, tenderly stroking their face while telling to let any cries out, all while painfully filling their contracting bodies with their fists, stretching their holes stretched tight around their wrists, the aids praise the virgins with how well they are opening up, telling them they will give birth soon, but first they have to make sure they are open and wide

~ smoke demons that exclusively fill the afflicted bladders, inflating their lower bellies, making the afflicted shriek and twitch as their they are violated by the demon in the most unexpected way, they cover themselves, embarrassed to feel the urge to pee in front of a crowd, often having a difficult time voiding the demon out of sheer humiliation, the afflicted only need simple restraints, but take a long time, often squirming, trying to hold their bladders for hours or days, until their muscles finally give out, too strained to hold anymore, slowly releasing their hold and letting trickles of smoke demons through the afflicted urethras, they will be sobbing from the mortifying experience, but the demons will resist being expelled and the afflicted will still be forced to push out the demon, crying as they contract the small muscle, painfully pushing endless smoke out their urethras 

~ each possession is a separate birth, some afflicted have twins, triplets, or more, depending on how many times they have been possessed, the biggest pregnancy the priest has seen was for five demons, an arrogant young man who was inconsolable half way through the exorcism, begging the priest to not make him birth another demon, while still having another two births to go, often, the afflicted don't know how many demons are possessing them, but the priest calls them one after another, each growing into a separate pregnancy, the afflicted labor and endure each birth, only to have their bellies immediately swell and begin the process again, they often scream and cry and beg not to have to repeat process, but the priest continues the exorcism the same, and by the end, the priest finds these people are the ones who seem to be the most earnest in their apologies and promises to not allow evil into their lives again, begging to not fill their bellies again

~ typically multiplies grow one by one, but sometimes they grow all at once, absolutely bloating the bellies of the afflicted, their skin will turn angry and red, the demons battling for room inside the cramped space, deforming their midsections, the afflicted will jerk and moan in so much overwhelming pain, they have to be tied down, arms held to their sides so they do not fail and hurt the priest's aids, their knees wrenched up towards their chest, squeezing around their overfilled tummies, legs held open and hips over stretched, chest lifted so they are in a pseudo-squat position, an optimal birthing position, since they will typically be laboring for days, multiple demons manifesting at once prolongs labor, each demon taking more and more time between each birth

~ traditional families who force the afflicted to labor on hardwood flooring with sigils drawn for protection, they lie flat on their back, bound limbs pulled in all directions, crying in pain from the uncomfortable position, barely able to get enough leverage to push, their stomach violently shaking with every breath they take, desperately, gutturally groaning as they slowly work to push the demon out without any help, bruising their holes from the uncomfortable position, their family gathered in front, watching their sullied hole, the afflicted will strain and scream how much they want this to end, how they want the demon out, how much they are trying, all while their family whispers about their slow progress, gossiping about how much the afflicted must like being pregnant, given how long they are taking to birth the demons

in every one of these exorcisms, no matter the kind of demon or birth, the priest prays over afflicted, summoning demons, the aids tell the afflicted to push, they cry and scream that it hurts, that they want to stop, they will try anything else, but the priest tells them to be strong, do not listen to the demon making them want to quit

most exorcisms last for days, during that time the afflicted will beg and bargain, trying to escape the process, but the priest will continue and the aids will hold the afflicted, allowing their body to labor, the priest is here to cleanse the world of demons, the afflicted are being cleaned through their pain, the demons are being defeated one pregnancy at a time

[psychoalucard]

BOOST BOOST BOOST BOOST!

[gandersworld]

[oxygenisoverrated]

Gotta be like 20lbs each😵‍💫

[vampvore]

Blake seems displeased about the lactation starting...

That's gonna happen when you agree to host an alien brood in your belly, though 🤭

[boytumms]

Boy full of slime that works like oobleck, all soft and jiggly in his tight tum, but as soon as he tries to push is out it hardens, leaving him stuck stuffed

- @distended-domes

Is that the official name of that stuff?? I had no idea lmao :0

It does make a really good consistency for slime creatures... The whole time he's pregnant with them they slosh around his belly, but when he goes into labor and the contractions hit, he tries to push and the slime turns hard as stone. Confused and in pain, he doesn't realize that the pressure of him pushing is making the slimes activate their defense mechanism so he keeps trying to push having no idea that it's actually whats preventing the slimes from coming out. He thought his labor would be easy with how soft and squishy his tummy was for the whole pregnancy, but now his swollen belly is rock hard and feels like he has one giant boulder sitting in his gut.

After hours of painful labor, he manages to push the mass down far enough to start stretching his hole. The hardened slime stretches him wider and wider until his flesh just cant stretch anymore, pulled taut around the giant ball of slime. He howls and shrieks in pain, kicking and thrashing wildly as he desperately tries to push the mass out, but it's far to big to fit through his narrow hips and no amount of squeezing or shoving is going to make it budge. He tries anything while he sobs and begs the slime to come out, clawing at his swollen belly and trying to push it down with his hands, even trying to reach down and stretch his hole around the mass, but nothing he does can force it through.

The poor boy labors fruitlessly for what feels forever, stuck crowning around only the tip of the hardened slime boulder, until he becomes completely exhausted. With his mind fogged with pain, his body finally shows mercy and he blacks out, falling limp on the ground. It's then and only then when his muscles barely have the strength to contract anymore do the slimes finally soften enough to slowly ooze their way out of his body

[shhhsecretsideblog]

We’re on an overnight flight when I tell you not to push. The other passengers are sleeping soundly, and besides, there’s only two hours left. It would be so rude to wake them, and you’d hate to have your baby here, wouldn’t you?

Besides, the seat was much too narrow for you to part your knees in the slightest, and your seatbelt pinned your aching hips in place. Your overfull womb was forced to rest upon your lap, occupying every available inch of space when it normally would have demanded your legs to part to accommodate. It made it hard to breathe. A contraction overtook you like a wave, your gravid stomach forcing inward, and you took the extra inch of room in the seatbelt to lean back, desperate to relieve even a fraction of the pressure between your legs. The baby’s head was all too eager to take the opportunity to grind down fiercely, causing friction in your most sensitive areas while you squirmed.

You gasped when the contraction released, and fought to catch your breath, but it still felt as if there with a relentless bowling ball trying to escape you, spreading you wider than you could afford to move. There’s a slight bit of turbulence, bouncing you and your stretching lips against the seat, causing you to whimper and squirm against the pressure, wordlessly pleading for anything but this to be happening. The seatbelt light dings above, and I look at you, a finger to my lips while I advise your silence. My hands find your seatbelt and tighten it ever so slightly. We wouldn’t anything happening to you.

I grip the armrests, knuckles turning white, as you tighten my seatbelt over my full and contracting belly. Your hand moves over the swell, caressing it fondly, feeling the rock solid muscles beneath your palm. You’re calm, relaxed, presenting a casual appearance of just an average expectant couple on a journey. There isn’t a hint of worry or apprehension in your eyes. If anything it’s enjoyment.

As the contraction peaks I feel the head of our baby shifting lower, filling the bowl of my pelvis with the immeasurable weight of impending life. My legs spring apart automatically around it, my knee crashing into yours while the other hit the wall of the aeroplane beneath the window.

“Ohhhhh god…. It’s so low babe… I don’t… I don’t know if it’s going to w-wait two more h-hours.” I mumble as I tilt my head on your shoulder, panting profusely.

“The seatbelt signs are on darling, we can’t move you now. It’s not safe.” You crooned in my ear. One hand rested on my belly while the other ran your fingers through my hair in a soft comforting manner.

“I feel… like I’m gonna b-burst…. There’s so much pressure….ughhh…” I grunted, the contraction peaking, and with it came the gush of fluids from my waters breaking. My legs were soaking, amniotic fluid now cascading from the seat onto our hand-luggage on the floor.

“Oh dear.” You tutted, and then you moved my thighs together to hide the obvious sight of my labouring being visible to any steward that may walk by. Taking the airline blanket we were given at the start of our long haul journey you covered my legs and tucked the rough material beneath my thighs - keeping them trapped together.

“Mmmhh…no…I can’t…” I huffed out. I swallowed down the moan in my throat that was threatening to escape, scrunching my eyes and panting heavily.

“Yes you can darling.” Your tone was smooth as silk but there was an unfamiliar glint in your eyes. “You don’t want to have this baby here… not in front of all these people.”

Your lips kissed my cheek, absorbing the tears than silently rolled down my face. The baby was so damn low I could feel my pelvis opening up around the large head that was sinking towards the birth canal. Without my waters the cushioning had been replaced by the harsh immeasurable solid shape of our child, heavy and oh so ready to be born.

The screen in front of me showed the map, the little icon of our plane mid-way over the vast expanse of ocean. My chest heaved with each breath, my eyes zeroed in on that little cartoon aeroplane, willing it to travel across the screen faster.

I lasted through two more contractions before my ability to hold it in completely evaporated. Beneath the blanket my knees parted and my hips slumped in the chair, moving purely on instinct. I gasped lungs full of air, and then I pushed. Desperate and primal I focused all my strength right down between my legs, bearing down with a low rumbling grunting sound.

“Ahem… no pushing, remember?” You tutted, pressing my thighs back together and pulling me to sit up straight in the chair.

[boytumms]

Imagining permapreg where the baby just never stops growing, it's been 3 years now and that 8lb bundle of joy you were expecting has turned into a 50lb boulder in your stomach, but you still coo and rub your belly "expecting it any day now", in complete denial of your situation. It would be even worse with braxton hicks contractions to give you some sort of false hope that you can still give birth at some point, just for them to fade and leave you disheveled and needy

I like the idea of perma preg while in labor >:) Trying to push out your massive baby but it just wont come out while you endure endless contractions. Eventually your body gives up from exhaustion and the contractions weaken for a few days, maybe weeks if you're lucky, but they always come back as your body constantly tries and fails to give birth

[breeding-enby]

2 months before getting knocked up

VS~ 8 1/2 months pregnant ✨

Everything is so heavy 😮‍💨

[sapphicbump]

It grew bigger than expected!

OC pic for greyaghar 🧡

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[hisgravidness]

Thought, ominous black monoliths the size of skyscrapers land around the planet. Any man within miles of them starts to swell with massive pregnant bellies. Looking at the monuments causes them to grow even larger. The children seem to be human genetically, but they are bigger than they should be, and they appear to have gills.

Massive monolythic monuments mysteriously manifesting all over the globe when no one is looking, obelisks of purely black stone towering over any human creation ever erected.

Their presence, terrifying though seemibgly harmless, heralds disaster. Man after man, every guy in in miles radius away of the pillar. Within hours their bellies get round and heavy, wombs full of massive creatures human in nature, but with gills and fins.

Faint humming only heard by those who carry comes from the monolyths, a constant calling to join and fulfill purpose they bestowed.

But rare is it to heed the calling as even looking towards the marbeled blackness of its surface is enough to make the offspring within the mans womb larger, or more numerous, which one will happen is not certain.

Those few who dared to follow the invitation were never seen again, theorisied to be taken deep unto the monuments and turned into ever-swelling broodfathers.

Once affected, the pregnancy never ceased. Always there, always weighting, always squrmimg inside, pushing ithe owner of the womb towards the pillar, towards its calling.

[littermate-lover]

big fan of rapid preg as a body horror trope, nothing you can do but watch your stomach stretch and jump inch by inch as the babies fill up your belly until they have nowhere left to go and your womb ripples with the first of many contractions promising the inevitability of your water breaking and you screaming out your baby.

[boytumms]

We simply DO NOT have enough watermelon / melon preg situations (plus i just ate so mich watermelon 🍉)

But poor boy who doesnt know all the seeds hes been eat and water hes drinking have slowly gestating a little watermelon plant in his gut not knowing why hes feeling fuller maybe thinking its a baby but the scans show a whole melon in there

Or maybe for a weird fun night he gets inseminated with it and has a the plant growing in his poor womb and keeps growing and growing until he feels some strange cramps and ends up pushing quite literally a watermelon out

Idk just more watermelon bellys would be nice

There's this one fic thats sooo so good abt watermelon preg, but ur right I don't actually see it very often which is surprising now that I think about it. I've written/drawn something similar a few times tho, with pumpkins instead of watermelons around Halloween :)

fr though, watermelons can get absolutely massive, and super heavy too, if you've ever seen those really big long watermelons at the store, imagine some poor boy with one of those in his belly. They're like two feet long and one foot wide, and can get up to 25 pounds, it would give him such a massive torpedo shaped belly. Carrying around a huge 25 pound melon would be hard, but pushing it out would be unimaginable. His body struggles to stretch around it's foot wide girth but then has to stay that wide as he desperately tries to push out two feet in length. He's screaming and crying as it slowly slips out, begging for someone to just pull it out of him, but its so huge no amount of pushing or pulling will make it come out any faster. All he can do is clutch his trembling thighs and try to spread himself wider to let the massive melon pass through, but despite pushing with all his strength, it takes hours to force even an inch of it out, and he's barely made it through the first foot...

This is the fic btw, definitely one of my faves!

[pussy-doll]

pov: you make me strip in front of you 🖤

[shockspectrum]

oh to be a good little adventurer, who gets violated by a mimic and somehow ends up pregnant, swelling with the hybrid child of the monster.

and the struggle of trying to give birth when every time you start crowning, the monster inside changes shape and size to keep itself stuck firmly inside, desperate to keep its comfy living space safe inside my womb

this is so hot shapeshifter birth is underrated