a world without mpreg is not a world i wanna live

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[gravidad]

Who want's to fuck a miserably pregnant guy that's carrying like an entire litter that you put inside him into labor? What will you do with him? Are you going to lovingly support and help him and have a wholesome birth experience? Or will you watch him attempt to painfully birth each large babe within his tightly packed womb? Perhaps you'll go as far as pushing the baby's head back in for your own please? Whatever you do with him, all he's going to want is for you to breed him all over again~

[gummitummy]

preg top.. getting their partner knocked up.. send.. post.

[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

[zesty-alt]

Being permapreg with an apocalyptic entity you refuse to give birth to (or perhaps are stopped from giving birth to) is driving me insane.

[zesty-alt]

I keep imagining like, maybe some magic tattoo on their belly or something? That's staving off birth. It starts to glow whenever the magic starts to "run out," and intense labor pains start happening before it can be recast.

I also keep thinking of a bunch of priests touching and praying over a naked and huge writhing belly as the person screams beneath them, recasting some sort of seal.

[zesty-alt]

Getting kidnapped by the death cult and they're all so much sweeter and gentler than any of the priests you were stuck with.

Holding you close, kissing you all over, tenderly stroking your perpetually sore belly and whispering into your ear, "Aren't you tired of being swollen like this? Kept huge and helpless, secreted away to be poked and prodded at for the rest of your days? Our savior well past due to be born, fighting and kicking from inside you, trapped in a womb that is too small to contain it? Don't the both of you deserve to be free now?"

Sobbing because yes, it's been too long, you're too big, you're barely able to breathe or move due to the sheer weight you've been burdened with; every part of you has been sore for so long you barely remember what it's like to be anything else.

"Aren't you ready to give birth?"

[zesty-alt]

This is about a paladin now.

Can't decide if I prefer that it was an act of vow-breaking lust that left him in this gravid state or if he was defeated and forced, but either way he's forced to carry around this symbol of his shame on display for everyone to see, his entire life revolving around the thing that writhes in his belly.

For years he and his fellows have prayed and tried to destroy or banish the vile abomination that sat heavy in his womb, but all attempts have thus far failed. No weapon seems able to destroy it or the knight carrying it; all they can do is stave off its birth, leaving him trapped in his swollen and sorry state.

It still moves roughly within him even when the seal is at full power; as the seal weakens, the monster struggles more and more violently, as if trying to punch its way out. He swears it's getting stronger, his belly imperceptibly still growing as months stretch on to years overdue. Maybe it will burst out of him one day.

Maybe at least then, it would be over.

[ophioemmi]

Technically, nine month pregnancies at only the statistical average when you look at all gestation periods together. Often, and occuring more frequently with the growing population of humans, a full term pregnancy can occur anywhere in the span of a few seconds to an entire lifetime.

When trying for a baby, a lot of people hope for quicker pregnancies. Being able to grow a full term baby over the course of a month makes things a lot easier on the body. The quickest of pregnancies often see a full term belly growing before sex has even ended, as the parent's expanding womb pushes the two lovers apart. This can be tough on the body if it's not expected, but on the bright side people with rapid births have an easy way to lose six to eight pounds (some companies even offer miracle weight loss drugs that allegedly let you have a quick and easy birth with no side effects!). And it's not entirely uncommon to see a young couple sneak off somewhere, only for one of them to come back with contracting belly or newly born baby.

Of course, to keep the average at nine months, long pregnancies occur just as frequently. Whereas the population of rapid birthers increases quite quickly, as the genetics are passed on to more and more babies, slow pregnancies make up for it by lasting for immense lengths of time. If you're lucky, development follows the typical nine month schedule before halting, with most people staying pregnant for at least a few more months.

Then, there's the extreme examples. People in their 40s and 50s who got pregnant back in college, and have been feeling their kid kick in their belly for over half their lives. For some, the baby develops slowly over the course of those years. It may take months to even begin to notice the small mound of their womb just beginning to signal their fertility. Years of having an early bump, imperceptibly swelling out day by day. With ample time to prepare, they often come to terms with their condition and eagerly await their 'birth day' (named ironically, given how long birth actually takes), when they finally begin to feel that tightness in their belly. Even labor takes far longer. Contractions may occur days apart and last for hours upon hours. Big parties are often thrown, as your friends and family come from afar to visit at their leisure (as really, they have time to wait) before you finally begin to push.

In the most extreme examples, some people will have round bellies, wide hips, and milk-filled chests deep into their seventies and eighties. Retirement homes often double as maternity wards, as pregnant men and women prepare for the day they get to push their life's work out into the world.

[shockspectrum]

Person with incredibly high pain tolerance who doesn’t know their pregnant and when their water breaks they think it’s just weird cramps and that they’ll go away

And they do

But only because their babies were in their womb for too long and got too big to push past their cervix so now they’re just pregnant forever and don’t even know

this has potential but i'm not sure if i'm into it

[bellyvirtues]

someone who's pregnant for years and years thinking they're permapregnant. they're both perfectly healthy and even thriving, so they're sure they will never need to get their kid outta them. but something happens that makes them go into labour and now they have to give birth to the very much NOT baby sized thing inside them

[shockspectrum]

I see the "zipper to open pussy" and raise you:

Dom who breaks the zipper pull off "on accident" so it's basically impossible to open

plushy in labor who needs to have a C-section because their zipper cunt is broken closed permanently x dom who refuses to take them to the hospital <3

[dilfpregcentral]

Dark horror preg concept: lovers who wished to be together forever, only to end up cursed to give birth to each other over and over for the rest of time.

Each pregnancy begins normally—aside from the conditions of the conception—but birth doesn’t come at 40 weeks. Instead, the carrier continues to grow, the babe within aging into a toodler, child, a teenager, and finally an adult. Labor only begins when the carried one reaches the age they were when the curse was placed on them.

Of course, after decades of their body being strained beneath the weight of an entire other person, the carrying partner has no strength left for birth, let alone that of a full-sized adult. As the carried partner’s head finally bursts out of their lover, their first action as they return to consciousness is to look around for their lover’s face. But they can see nothing over the grotesque, towering belly, discolored and bulging with veins. As they start to wriggle, instinctively trying to get their trapped arms out, they hear ragged whines and hoarse sounds from the one that carried them, who doesn’t even have the strength to scream.

With such a large birth, the carried partner does’t slip out as soon as the shoulders pass; instead, the rest of them must be slowly pushed out over the course of hours. When they’re finally out far enough to move their arms freely, they lift up on their elbows and lean around the belly and finally meet their lover’s eyes. If they’re lucky, they get a few hours like that, one barely lucid as their broken body slowly contracts around a grown person’s rib cage, the other vanishing at the chest into their cunt. A few times, the partner being born has managed to claw their way up their lover’s body and get the faintest of kisses before it’s too late.

When the birthed one finally wriggles the last leg free, their lover lays lifeless at their feet. They bite back tears and press their hand to their own womb, where they now carry the departed soul. In a few decades, that’ll be them limp on the ground, pelvis cracked down the middle, hips displaced, pussy gaping red, asshole prolapsed. But at least they’ll see them again.

They just have to carry them for 27 years, first.

[flower-kits]

So, there are these things called Tocolytic Agents, and they can be used to delay birth (specifically by stopping contractions) by a day or two. They're typically used in emergencies, and can have side-effects, but imagine there was some perfect version of this medicine, one without side-effects, delaying birth indefinitely if you wanted.

Imagine being far into your pregnancy, practically bursting with several pups, when your owner comes home with a new medicine! It's to help with your pregnancy, they say.

Some time passes, a lot of time after you were supposedly supposed to go into labor, and you still have to haul around your massive belly. Turns out you owner got you this perfect medicine, and by "helping with the pregnancy" they meant "delaying it as long as possible", so that they can keep taking care of you, watching you wobble with that huge belly, to could keep showing you around, flaunting you as their massively pregnant kitty ^w^

Maybe after a bit, you forget to take the medication in the morning that day, and you feel these painfully intense contractions, after being kept from birth from so long, it's like those pups are eager to get out!

Your owner isn't home.

It's going to be a very long, very painful birth<3

Hhholy shit you have no idea how much this entire thing just made me like

Uncontrollably wet/hard

Struggling to force out the first massive pup before my owner gets home, barely able to change positions from the sheer weight of the rest of the litter practically pinning me.

Only managing to have a sliver of a head crowning after nearly 5 hours of pushing, when my owner finally gets home <3

Screaming as the head is unceremoniously shoved back into me, and more medication is sent flooding through my veins to make sure my litter stays in even longer

[nightshadedumplings]

A cruel and selfish king becomes frustrated and angry when his wife has yet to produce an heir after an entire year of marriage. In secret, he pays a visit to a witch, demanding that she use her magic to help him get the heirs he believes he's owed.

"How many heirs would you like?" she asks.

"As many as the cow can produce!" he responds, and the witch smiles and nods. She gives him two potions, one for himself, and one for his wife. They're different in appearance and impossible to mix up, but he's still careful not to confuse them.

After drinking his and hiding his wife's in her drink, the two of them become insatiably horny, and begin fucking very regularly. He's pleased with this result, not only for the obvious reason of it being enjoyable, but because he's certain this means the potions are working.

Within three weeks, his belly is swollen, but the queen's remains flat. They continue to fuck at least once a day, if not several more times than that, but he's still the only one growing. After only two months, he looks obviously round with child, while his wife is still as thin as the day they married.

Eventually, it becomes clear that the witch fulfilled his request, but not how he'd intended. Each time he and his wife have sex, at least one additional baby begins growing in his new womb. He develops a birth canal and his chest swells into a proper pair of tits to feed the endless brood. When he isn't fucking, he's eating, rapidly packing on pounds and pounds of fat.

At merely six months, he's massive, so full and round with babies that he's completely immobilized. When he finally begins giving birth, he continues pumping out babies daily, and sometimes to multiple in a single day. The king's birthing becomes so regular that no one bats an eye when he begins groaning and wailing before a baby flops wetly to the floor between his legs and filling the room with its cries.

[ophioemmi]

Your womb likes to make things. You're not sure why, it's almost impossible to guess what it'll make, but every now and then you begin to swell and, sooner or later, birth. Usually you don't get too big, it's pretty easy to pass off your gravid condition as gas or a full stomach. Though sometimes, your womb decides it wants to make something a bit bigger, spurring questions of when you're due, or how many you're having.

Your womb seems to have preferences and interests. It's fond of blues, pinks, and purples. You're pretty sure it's fond of dogs–you can't even begin to count how many times you've labored a dog toy or little outfit into existence, your belly occasionally rounding with multiple of each if you linger near a dog park or shelter for too long.

It does help you make things you want and need, though attempts to communicate with it have been fruitless, no matter how fruitful you yourself are. You've been able to save quite a bit of money on a pretty expensive camera that you had to quickly birth while your friends were in the living room downstairs. Spreading your legs to see the lens you'd been saving up for forced uncomfortably from your body was quite the surprise, though it was a bit challenging to explain why your pregnant-looking swell suddenly vanished.

Right now, you're sitting in a restaurant on your second date with this person you met at a party. They're wearing a quite pretty dress that compliments the green of their eyes and hair, while you're in a skirt and cardigan hoping they ignore how you look practically ready to pop with a full term baby, having been barely showing when you met up at the concert earlier. You've been nervous all weekend about meeting up with them again, and you're sure your womb is going to ruin all your chances.

As you chat, both smiling and laughing, you feel your belly begin to tense uncomfortably. Your free hand (the other currently occupied with maneuvering your drink to your mouth) flies to the bare skin of your midsection, feeling it taut and warm. Not even a moment passes as you feel your belly soften, relax, and then tighten again, your legs involuntarily spreading as you know what's about to happen, feeling a mass moving down between your hips. It's progressing far faster than you're used to, as contraction after contraction hits. It's all you can do to pretend like you aren't giving birth under the tablecloth and continue the conversation like normal.

You feel something soft emerge between your legs, brushing your fingers against it, it seems soft, felt-like. The conversation lulls as you push again, a bit more emerging. You keep your eyes on your date. They begin to lean towards you across the table, shutting their eyes. You respond the same, your belly squeezing as your lips softly meet, you try not to groan as their hand caresses your cheek. You feel the widest part of whatever's inside move through your pelvis as you two break apart, looking into each other's eyes as you birth the rest of whatever your womb decided was so important that you needed to make it right now.

You reach down between your legs, residual contractions rippling through your mostly flat middle. Glancing down, it's a perfectly crafted rabbit plushie, a little bigger than a newborn baby. You look up at your date, smiling gently. It's probably the perfect gift, and your womb may somehow end up being the perfect wingman.

[ophioemmi]

I wish there was more stuff about widespread casual preg and birth. Ignoring the massive implications, just the potential of a society where practically everyone is always pregnant and, every so often (maybe every few days to every few months, depending on the person), gives birth would be phenomenal.

Like, imagine you're talking on the phone with your friend and you hear him give a small squeak that you know means his water just broke. He asks to call you back in a few minutes, leaving you to sit there with your fingers drumming the tight skin of your own swollen out belly as you wait, wondering if you should've asked him to turn in his camera instead.

Or long distance travel, like intercontinental flights where they ask everyone to pretty please push out any upcoming offspring before boarding, even though everyone knows that despite the best laid plans, someone's gonna pop mid-air and squeeze a kid out.

Maybe I'll explore this more in the future....

[cornviolaaa]

i love the idea of a pregnancy that only progresses when no one's looking at the bump. already its almost 2x as long because itll pretty much only progress when youre asleep/around no one else but imagine figuring out pictures also work. posting a cute bump pic online and realising that people seeing that picture also pause the pregnancy, only after its already gone viral

just stuck at 37 weeks pregnant realising you might be stuck like this for a while as the likes on your post keep ticking up. not knowing that pictures would affect it the same way and now not knowing how to undo your mistake as thousands of people online unknowingly (or knowingly) contribute to your ever-lengthening pregnancy. at least maternity clothes are a good investment if youre going to be carrying the bump for another year :]

[trashreceptacle]

angel or something who is supposed to be “pure and godly” getting pregnant and as a divine punishment for sleeping around and being promiscuous/giving into temptation is now permanently pregnant so that their sin is forever evident to everyone. is this anything

[perfectlygloriouskitty]

willing victim

You’re a breeder for your pack, always carrying large litters. You have the ability to be bred multiple times in the same pregnancy. As each litter matures, you birth that brood while the rest stay in your full womb.

The pack alpha has complete instinctual control over your body and the offspring inside of you. Until now, that is a power that never impacted you. You are pregnant several times over, on the cusp of either birth or immobility, whichever comes first when the alpha decrees that the pack is in too much danger to risk new pups. You are not allowed to give birth.

The pups keep growing inside of you. They stretch you out and weigh you down. Quickly, you reach the point at which you can’t walk with a straight back. Instead, you waddle with both arms clutching at the underside of your overdue womb. You feel pressure in your pelvis but your body listens to your alpha and keeps your womb from dropping.

After some time, you lose the ability to walk at all. You have a rotating shift of attendants to help you get around. They’ll let you put your arm around their shoulders while they wrap muscular arms around your massive swell. Months into this, you are visited by your pack leader.

You’re on your bed, stroking your belly in a vain effort to calm the teeming of the now fully overdue sets of babies inside. You are also vainly attempting to stroke yourself to orgasm but are nearly in tears of frustration as you fail to reach.

Seeing your distress, your alpha comes inside and soothes your overstuffed womb. Even he can hardly reach halfway around. The pups calm at his command. He lowers his heads and suckles at you before dipping his head between your thighs to pleasure you.

Before long, you’ve come and come and come and are begging for more. Begging to give birth, begging for him to thrust himself inside you and fill you up even more. He rolls you onto your enormous belly, riling up the numerous offspring inside, as he kneels between your legs and spreads you open with his cock. You’re still gasping and grasping onto your womb as he begins fulfilling your request to fill you up.

You’re so incredibly pregnant that you can hardly move… but when his knot locks in place and his cum fills you up, ensuring that another litter will soon begin stretching you to colossal proportions… your tears are filled with arousal as much as shock.

Birth is still not allowed, but your mind has fractured a bit from being so full and bed bound that you let the other males start breeding you again too. You’re going to be the biggest breeder there ever was if the alpha doesn’t decide the pack is a safe place for new litters to be born soon. Either way, your womb will always be full.

[boyprxgg]

thoughts on permapreg?~

being so big for years on end, never able to push out the kicky little rascal taking up all the space in your round, heavy belly~

-🧚‍♀️🤰

ohhh permapreg is my dream honestly.... telling strangers im due "any day now" when in reality ive been pregnant for about a year with no signs of my water breaking anytime soon 🩵

id love to sit around and rub my belly all day, trying to soothe the baby pushing my tummy to its limits as it squirms inside me. whoever got me this pregnant kissing all over my bump and telling me i get bigger and prettier every day. i think thatd be my own personal heaven...