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🥀 Open RP Invitation 🥀

I’d love to have a pregnancy roleplay with anyone who’s interested. I don’t have any prewritten scenarios or roles, but I’d love to work with you to make a wonderful plot or hear your ideas if you’ve already got something in mind... So long as you get me so pregnant I can’t see my toes, I’ll be happy. <3

I’d appreciate it if you don’t approach in-character or in a scenario! Please say hi first.

All of these bullets are listed in order from most to least favored, but I enjoy all of the following:

Loves:

Balanced roleplays (story with kink)

Difficult pregnancies: heavily strained bellies, waddling, kicking, discomfort, high stress, etc. 🖤

Size differences

Monster pregnancies/partners (humanoid or semi-humanoid)

Multiples

Active offspring (visible and even painful kicks/movements are adored)

Dom/sub dynamics and/or possessiveness

3rd trimester/overdue bellies, or abnormally large offspring

Elements of angst or drama

Loss of control

Likes:

Breeding

Clothing malfunctions

Dark or horror themes

Contractions/Labor

BDSM (sometimes)

Rapid Pregnancy

Alien Pregnancy

Neutral/OK:

Noncon

Birth

Oviposition

Other:

If it’s not on my limits, just ask. I’m not here to shame anyone, and I may be willing to try it out. :)

HARD Limits:

Mpreg

Unbirth

Vore

1ncest

Und3rage/ag3play/regression

Stuffing/feeding/extreme weight gain

Scat/watersports

Bursting

Sex-only or sex-oriented roleplays

What I love to focus most on is the effects that pregnancy has physically and physiologically on a person. Exploring the exhaustion and emotions around being filled beyond what felt possible is very intriguing to me. My DMs are open, so please feel free to reach out if you’re interested 🖤

🔞 Do not interact if you are under 20. 🔞

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stivkagall

Iron Bull | Dragon Age WIP

#Omg yes #art

wannabemumma

Marin what's your most unhinged belly thought? Full send no judgement.

No judgement at all?

I love when a belly gets too big to keep expanding outward and starts expanding in every other direction. Organs get pushed back, lungs get compressed, and the sides of your overtaxed belly begin to bowl out until everyone can tell you’re pregnant from any angle, even from the back. I know it’d be uncomfortable but god I kinda relish in that tension. I just kinda love how every misery a late term pregnancy brings is brought on by the belly. The weight in the hips, the shortness of breath, the itchy skin, everything. It’s all because the carrier and their breeder had a night of passion and decided it was worth the gamble. Now the poor carrier is swelling in every direction at a truly alarming rate.

That’s the hottest shit in the world to me, not gonna lie

#This!!!#This is my jam right here #Favorite #prompt #Fic

fawningfortummies

Reblog if you have a breeding/pregnancy kink but don't have and never want kids. Bonus points if you post monster/horror stuff and/or things outside the standard fpreg

#Hello!!!#All of these things 100%

moomommyyyy

First meet, First breed, First keep💚

(Pray with me that Tumblr doesn't flag this version as well. DM for uncensored)

kinkyrelief

Despite the fact that you had months and months to grow accustomed to it, your body still struggles to cope. You can feel the weight pulling down on your spine, pressing into your hips. Shirts that you had bought with the thought that you could never possibly outgrow now struggle to stay over your rounded, domed belly. No matter how much you pull, how far you attempt to stretch the fabric, they still expose a strip of skin around your middle, a smoothed bellybutton, and the reddish stretchmarks that will never fully fade.

It sticks so far out in front of you; there are precious few directions that you can look where your rounded middle does not encroach on your view. Reaching for things on high shelves was never easy, but with this pregnant belly in the way, it becomes nigh impossible. Even just crossing the room comes with a signature waddle, one hand on the small of your back, making the short trip from the couch to the kitchen and back all the more embarrassing. The weight is constant, even when seated, actively pinning you down and threatening to keep you there permanently, rendering you helpless and immobile. Trying to rock yourself up onto your feet allows you to feel just how round it is.

And there are other changes, too. Your breasts have never been larger and their aching is near constant. You can feel them swelling, getting ready to feed the child growing inside you. You haven't yet begun to leak so, day by day, you feel the tightness grow, wondering how much pressure your tits can withstand before milk begins to drip from your nipples. Even those have changed, darkening, thickening, becoming more sensitive. The temptation, the morbid curiosity to suckle on them yourself or at least make an attempt, grows by the day as well.

Pregnancy cravings have also introduced a layer of fat to your entire body, thickening what was there before and making you look softer than you've ever been. You can feel the flab settle in your hips, already widened by the reshaping of your pelvis, as well as your ass. It covers your belly in a protective layer, encouraging further the growth of your breasts. It even finds its way to embarrassing places such as the underside of your chin or the growing pad just above the slit whose needs put you in this mess in the first place.

When you stand in front of the mirror, you don't recognize the person that looks back at you. That must be someone else. Someone whose skin is marred with the signs of growth, carrying the promises of more. Someone whose appetite has made them softer, rounder, heavier. Someone whose hormones have forced their hips to widen, their tits to grow and swell, their middle to bloat with child. It's always staggering when you look down at yourself, hand on your belly, and face the reality of what you've become. Your old body is never coming back. What, will you go to the gym with a newborn to take care of? Once you have someone to feed, the demand will only encourage more milk and require larger breasts to hold it all. Your hips have widened down to the bone. This is who you are now. At a glance, everyone will know: you are a mother.

And you still have eight weeks to get even bigger.

#Favorite #🖤🖤🖤#Fics

greenlotusleaf

Thinking about an insatiable partner seizing me by my swollen, gravid curves and vowing to get me "even more pregnant." It makes for a hot fuck, I play along, talking about how I couldn't possibly get even bigger, about how could you even want me even heavier and riper, about how would I even function since I'm already too big, all the hot things I imagine, and want my lover to imagine. Breeding their already-bred plaything. Knocking me up all over again. Weighing me down even heavier, blowing me up even grander. Oh, babe, if I'm not big enough for you yet, fill me up again, I promise I'll swell and grow and ache and leak for you, if you do.... It's hot roleplay, a fun thing to pretend. Harmless fun.

Except, what if over the next couple of weeks, I notice... certain changes in my progression. My belly is getting bigger than doctors projected. My weight, once steadily growing, now spikes as my cravings have me ballooning like wild. I stretch my most forgiving maternity clothes to the limit, chest bloating up, spilling out of my tops, elastic waistbands suddenly not elastic enough for my new broader belly, my new vaster ass. What would this mean for my pregnancy? Would I be worried, or... turned on?

What if I went to meet my lover, stuffed into the sexiest dress I can still manage, biggest clothes too small. What if I confessed what has been happening to me, my body growing out of control, too fast, too large. What if I pulled them close and whispered what I thought had caused it, and felt their fingers dig into my plush hips, a wicked look in their eye as they push me gently back onto the bed, too weighed-down to resist and too swept-up to try, and they put their hands, reverent, on my massive belly, and smiled with an irresistible hunger....

What then?

#fics

weiner-does-preg

What’s Kata’s tummy capacity?

Not very big! Even if she’d love pounds of baby in her belly she can’t handle it

think-i-have-a-kink

At first you think, no problem. You wear big t shirts, loose sweatshirts, and baggy jeans with a loose waist band. But eventually your bump starts to show through even a thick sweater, and your pants dont want to fit around your widening waist and hips. You know you can't hide your growing belly anymore when you get asked for the first time- "when are you due?" You can't hide what you did any longer. Your visibly pregnant belly tells everyone everything they need to know. You opened your legs for a cock and let someone claim you, and let them fill your tummy with their cum. They'll know you're a desperate slut, and your cute little belly only proves it.