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CONTENT WARNING: belly kink, preg kink, labor kink, birth kink, rapid pregnancy, hyper pregnancy, birth denial, breeding, xeno, anthro, monsters, tentacles, slime, eggs, oviposition, inflation, stuffing, enemas, bdsm, soft vore, body horror, non-con

This is a extreme/heavy kink blog. This is your dead dove warning.

This is a reblog account, all posts are queued and shuffled. I reblog erotica and kink art, no real life photos/videos, no ai.

My kink is not your kink. Please block this blog if it is not your cup of tea.

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[fatfemmebear]

Thinking about a middle-aged trucker who thought there wouldn’t be any consequences for pressing his fat pussy to every truck stop glory hole he came across.

For months, he’s assumed his beer gut growing rounder and firmer is a natural consequence of his fast food diet. Sure, the tight, oblong shape is a bit extreme, but it’s always looked bigger than it is beneath his surgically flat chest. And the aches and pains in his back and hips? Just inevitable results of years on the job.

Then he starts having abdominal cramps so bad that he barely makes it to the next truck stop to pull his rig over. As soon as he parks, he crawls out of the driver’s seat and curls into the fetal position on the thin mattress wedged in the back of the cab.

He manages a few hours of fitful sleep before waking drenched in cold sweat. Clutching his massive, rock-hard gut, he groans and grunts through an agony that can only be his bowels splitting apart. Just when he thinks it can’t get any worse, the pressure in his pelvis becomes unbearable and the need to expel something massive overtakes him. With no thought in his head but relief, he fumbles his sweats and boxers down to his knees and begins to push.

A burst of fluid between his legs makes him think he must have wet himself, but he keeps pushing, not even caring if he ruins his mattress, as long as it ends the pain.

His low hums of effort spike with a scream as he starts to burn down there. He makes no progress despite desperate attempts to force out whatever’s stretching him, and his voice pitches into panicked wheezing as he realizes it’s stuck there, feeling like it’s tearing him open.

Hand trembling, he reaches back. He finds his asshole swollen and puckered, but tightly shut. Cold dread prickles over his scalp. If it’s not in his ass, that means it’s in his pussy. But that can’t be. Because that would mean…

With his breath shuddering in the top of his throat, he brushes his fingertips down his perineum, feeling it bulge further and further until it meets the stretched-raw edge of his cunt. He whines through his teeth.

“No, no, no way, no, nonono…” he whimpers, but his protests change nothing as he feels lower and finds something bulbous and slimy forcing his pussy into a broad teardrop shape.

“Fuck, no, I can’t, no, no—“ Panic wets his eyes. He can’t have a baby, for fuck’s sake, he doesn’t want this, he’s not ready to be a daddy, he can’t— “AUGH!”

The next contraction comes—because that’s what they’ve been all along, how could he be so stupid?—and he roars behind his teeth as he fights the urge to push. But it’s too late. He feels his cunt lips spread, the baby’s head inching forward until it domes out beneath his fingers. Then the contraction ends, and his muscles go limp, and the head slips back in, his poor cunt lips trying and failing to shut around it.

And, fuck, that’s worse! He groans and starts to sob, letting out a choked, delirious laugh as the spasming of his weeping makes the baby’s scalp bob against his entrance, little spikes of stabbing pain.

Desperate for releif, he pulls one leg up and out of his bottoms, groaning as this makes more room in his pelvis. It also makes the bastard in his birth canal bulge forward, a promise behind his pussy lips.

When the next contraction comes, he accepts that he’s going to be a daddy whether he likes it or not, pulls his leg up as far as he can, and pushes. With silent, trembling effort and a reddening face, his overwrought abs and stretched cunt bear down and his life-ruining surprise crowns, reducing his pussy lips to strips of fire and tearing a scream through his teeth.

Then the contraction ends, and the baby sinks back in.

“NO!!!” he screams, clawing at his birth-soiled sheets. “No, no, god, please, no, NO!!”

His chest hitches, and he lies there panicking, envisioning hours of excruciating pain as the head stretches him over and over, never fully leaving. He’s dizzy and panting when the next contraction hits, and barley has the presence of mind to try to push. But he doesn’t have enough control, and the pathetic spasming clenches of his muscles only torment his ruined entrance as the head inches out and back in.

Whining, he decides something has to change. He doesn’t know any other way to get up, so he steels himself and rolls over onto his laboring gut. He screams behind pinched-shut lips, and it takes him several shaking attempts to get his limbs underneath him and lift himself onto his hands and knees. There’s barely any relief to be found in the position, but every little bit helps, and he groans and whimpers as he rocks back and forth, trying to find the angle that spreads his hips the widest.

“Oh, fuck, okay—hnng!” The next contraction wrings through him, and he leans back, every muscle reduced to trembling as he bears down with all his might. A high scream ekes through his teeth as he pushes the head to a crown again, Yes, yes, please, echoing in his head— then he stops contracting, and the baby stops moving.

“AUGH! NNNGHGH— NNNOOOOO!” he roars, his voice scraping his throat. He tries to push again, pushes until his face burns and he goes dizzy, but nothing happens before he has to give up and wheeze for air. Pathetic whines and whimpers punch out of him with every gasping breath as he realizes that he’s stuck crowning until the next contraction comes to save him.

Morbid, desperate curiosity, he reaches back to feel. He chokes out a formless scream as the gentlest brush of his fingertips only stokes the agony of his tormented pussy lips, if they can even be called that anymore, completely taut around the head. It’s huge, magnitudes larger than anything he’s ever taken, a perfect circle displacing his pelvic bones and his tdick and his asshole, reshaping his means of pleasure into nothing but a tortured birthing hole.

Finally, finally, he contracts. He slaps his hand down on the mattress and braces himself and pushes, pushes so hard that even his urge to scream is reconstituted into birthing energy, his chin to his chest and his thighs trembling and his asshole bulging as the head somehow stretches him even wider. He keeps expecting it to pop out, but it only burns him more, and more, and more— and the contraction ends.

He screams, so desperate that his own voice frightens him, and falls down to his elbows, his pried-open pussy angled high in the air. How could it be so big? Fuck, fuck, he’s never gonna spread his legs for anyone again, not that anyone will want his pussy once it’s left uselessly gaping by this massive bastard. He pants and swears and sobs. Fluids tickle down the insides of his thighs, probably blood as his poor cunt perpetually crowns this massive head.

The next one comes, and he’s so delirious with pain and exhaustion that he pushes just like that, elbows on the mattress and cunt in the air, the infant inside him entirely unmoving as he tries to force it out almost vertically. It’s only when his feels the bulk inching deeper into his birth canal and the burn reducing around the crown that he realizes his mistake.

“No, no, no, fuck, fuck, no!!” he shrieks, shoving himself up onto his hands, but it’s too late. His body heaves as it falls into a resting period, and desperately he reaches back to feel how much progress he lost. The perfect circle of his pussy has returned to that teardrop curve, the head barely engaged between his lips. “Fuuuuuuck,” he whines, and his continuous sniveling dissolves into sobs.

He spends the minutes waiting for the next contraction weeping pathetically, feeling wretched and stupid and sorry for himself. But when the next one comes, he grits his teeth and reaches up for the back of the driver’s seat. He wrenches himself upright as he can, knees spread, just as the contraction reaches full intensity, and starts to push. Then his eyes snap wide.

“Oh— NO—!!” There’s hardly time to register his mistake, and none to fix it. He can only screech at the top of his lungs as gravity shoots the head back into a full crown, a stab of agony that makes him sure his pussy has ripped open. But there’s still resistance, so maybe not— he pulls in a few deep breaths, laced with uncontrolled, rising and dropping vocalizations, then drops his head and keeps pushing with everything he has left.

The world goes dark and quiet, the rush of his blood the only sound left in his head. Somehow his cunt stretches even further, and the pain eclipses anything he thought possible, and for a moment he longs for the release of death—

Then a pop, a burst of hot fluid down his legs. He pulls in scratchy, heaving gasps, clinging to the headrest as he tries not to fall over. Fuck, he was really close to passing out. But he’s awake, and the fire has given way to the strange sensation of something heavy and round between his legs.

Trembling, he reaches back to feel.

“Oh,” he sobs. “Oh, holy fuck.”

He’s giving birth. He’s having a baby. Its shoulders still press like an anvil behind his cunt, but the head is out, it’s there, half an hour ago he had no idea he was even pregnant and now he’s cupping some stranger’s baby between his legs.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” he mumbles. He allows his head to go limp and just lets his body hang there, belly still heavy on his thighs, offspring still wedged in his vagina. He somehow has the presence of mind to check for a cord around the neck. The relief when he finds none is less for the child’s safety and more for being spared another complication. He closes his eyes and tries to use the moment of rest for all it’s worth.

The reprieve isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. He groans as he feels the baby twisting inside of him, the shoulders pressing against his entrance but not yet breaching it. He grimaces through the strange sensation, panting as he dreads passing the rest of the body.

“Oh, fuck, not yet, no,” he whimpers, but there’s nothing to be done with the next contraction other than to push. He hears himself making an animal sort of sound, a deep lowing, once again sure he’s going to tear. Then he feels the baby lurch forward against his hand, and groans with pain and relief as his fingers find the shape of a shoulder bulging out of him. The more malleable shape keeps it from being as bad as the head, though he still whimpers in dismay when the contraction ends with just the one shoulder out.

“Okay, almost, almost there,” he pants. “Just gotta get it out, gotta get it out of me…”

Ready for this to be over, he tightens his grip on the head rest and draws one trembling leg forward, then the other, to perch his laboring body in a deep squat. He winces as the weight inside tries to shift forward. “Almost,” he mumbles. “Soon…”

And it is soon. He contracts, and pushes, and pushes—

And with a final wail, he pops the baby’s other shoulder free, one last twist of pain before it slips out of him in a flood of liquid. He more or less catches it, though the mattress helps.

“Holy shit,” he whispers. “Holy fuck.”

He doesn’t really have his right mind about him anymore. Disorientation and exhaustion and a half-formed concern for the infant he just expelled all come together, and somehow he finds himself limping into the nearby truck stop diner wearing nothing but his boots and shirt, disgusting birthing blanket wrapped around the newborn to keep it warm.

The other patrons stare at this gruff, bearded man well into middle age, and the umbilical cord dangling between his pussy and the squalling newborn in his arms, undeniable proof to anyone who looks that he just labored out a baby.

[pregobirthlvr]

can you please give us a fantasy you might have about penis birth? feel free to make it as long or detailed as you please >3<

You’re 3 weeks overdue and have been in labor for most of the day. Your penis has swollen and is leaking birthing fluids. You’re sitting on the ground, laying back with your back resting on the sofa behind you. Your massive belly spilled out into your lap. You’ve lost the ability to see your penis for a long tile now. Your hips ache from the baby resting heavily on them. The next contraction comes with your body telling you to push.

You take a gulp of air before giving in and baring down. The baby barely makes any progress before your contraction ends. Your hips aches even more now that the baby was now squeezing its way out of you.

The next contraction slowly creeps up. You grab at the towel underneath you and trying to focus on pushing. You grunt and start to push hard. You’re determination was cut short when you say the head start to stretch the base of your penis. “Ahh!” You tossed your head back and cry out from the pain. The burning was new and and sent red hot pain through the body.

You took a second after the contraction to catch your breath and let your penis to stretch to accommodate the baby. It wasn’t very long before you were pushing again. The head pushing further snd further out of your body and into your penis. You’re barely keeping it together, you’re close to screaming but have settled on deep moans and the occasional grunt.

It takes a few contractions before the baby reaches the tip. Your urethra begins to stretch as the head moves further down. Until you felt everything stop. You pushed and pushed but the baby refused to move. Your urethra wasn’t opening up fast enough.

You cursed at yourself for doing this alone as you reached for the medical scissors. But before you could make your cut a harsh contraction made you drop the scissor and push hard. You let out a scream as the searing pin of your babies head tearing your urethra open came with your pushing. Your head lulled back as the panted desperately to get air. The world was spinning around you. Your brain hazy from the pain.

“Please, no more,” you begged as the next contraction had you pushing again. With each desperate push the baby painfully slid out of your damaged penis little by little. You reached around your slightly deflated belly to grab at your penis and the baby sliding out of it. Your body forced you to continue to push. The excruciating pain of your urethra ripping even further almost made you miss the head slipping out.

You barely waited for the next contraction before continuing to push. You needed this baby out. With only two more extremely hard and painful pushes, the baby slide free.

You collapsed against the couch exhausted. Your penis lay limp and tattered, throbbing between your legs. You knew you’d have to call an ambulance now if you wanted to have any chance of saving it. But you also knew this wasn’t going to be your only baby. So maybe you’d leave it stretched out and loose to make it easier for the next time.

((This has been sitting in my inbox for so long. (Sorry about that) but I finally got around to answering it. Hope you all like it! ))

[aconitum009]

Sex while (urethral) birthing?

A/N: It's an mpreg birth story, and it's messy. It got really messy and wild. Might be disturbing for some, I don't know what I was thinking.

As mentioned in the title, this is going to be a urethral/penis birth. Refrain from reading if you are not into it or it's too graphic for you. Characters, places, and stories are all imaginary.

word count: 4k+

Story:

Celon is heavily pregnant, ready to pop any day He has been having braxton hicks contraction for couple of days now. His husband, Mike, was working on his laptop. The baby was twisting a lot in Celon’s womb, so he can’t sleep peacefully.

It's 4 am in the morning, when Mike’s work is done. Celon was frequent to his bathroom trips and just lie down again in bed. Mike lies beside him. "The baby is moving a lot?”

Celon whimpers softly as the baby kicks again, his round belly tense and hard as a small foot presses against his ribcage. He rolls onto his side, facing Mike. "It's like it’s practicing karate in there.”

Mike wraps his arms around Celon’s swollen belly and pressing his face into Celon’s neck, "Mmm... that's because it's ready to come out." Mike’s hands start to roam over Celon’s belly, feeling the tightness and hardness. Mike kisses above his ear.

Celon clings to Mike, his nails digging gently into Mike’s arms as another strong kick makes him grunt. "It feels like it’s trying to break out," He whines softly, his voice muffled against Mike’s neck. His belly feels rock hard, like a bowling ball about to burst.

Mike slightly pulls back and watches Celon. He is heavily pregnant, his pregnant belly fully round, his breasts are full, he is completely naked under his nightie. "Baby..." Mike’s voice comes out rough "Are you trying to kill me? Wearing this... with nothing underneath?”

"Mhmm," Celon hums softly, knowing fully well how much his naked body and full breasts drives Mike crazy. He spreads his legs slightly on the bed, giving Mike an unobstructed view of his massive baby belly and his full, swollen breasts that leaked milk slowly. "Babe..”

"hmm?" Mike chuckles huskily, his large hands slipping underneath Celon’s thin nightie to caress his bare skin, " it's incredibly sexy, and it's making me want things.." Mike presses closer, letting Celon feel Mike’s arousal against his lower abdomen.

Celon moans softly, his body shivering as Mike’s hands caress his bare skin. He leans back against the pillows, arching his back slightly to push his belly and chest out more. "W-what kind of things?" He asks innocently, even though he knows exactly what Mike is thinking.

Mike groans softly, his hips pressing gently against Celon, "See what you do to me? I can't help it. You look so damn sexy like this." Mike leans down, kissing Celon’s neck, more insistently this time. One hand moves up to cup his breast through the dress. His thumb rubs over Celon’s hard nipples softly.

Celon gasps as Mike cups his breast, his hard nipples stiffening even more at his touch. "A-Ahhn... Babe, please..." He whimpers, his hands gripping Mike’s shoulders tightly. His belly tightens and hardens again as another contraction hits him, making him arch his back more.

Mike’s hands roam back to Celon’s belly, splaying out over his roundness possessively. Mike swallows hard, his mind wandering. One hand moves slowly down Celon’s belly, towards his pelvic area "Would you... be uncomfortable if I touched you there? Just to check?" His voice is a deep whisper against Celon’s ear.

Celon bites his lip, his breathing hitching as Mike’s hand moves lower. "N-no... it's fine." He spreads his legs a bit wider, giving Mike better access. "Just be gentle, okay?" His belly still hard from the contraction.

As soon as his legs spread, Mike’s fingers move to Celon’s dick. Mike swallows hard, his mind racing with hormones. He bites his lip, "Can I...?" Mike asks softly, his fingers moving to gently cup Celon’s dick possessively. "Just to see...?”

Celon nods quickly, his face flushed as he feels Mike’s gentle touch on his sensitive area. "Y-yes... just check if I'm leaking or something..." He whimpers softly, his hips shifting involuntarily as Mike touches him. His pregnant body is extremely sensitive right now.

Mike slides his finger gently between his dick folds. He maintains gentle pressure with his finger, feeling how Celon’s body throbs, both from desire and contractions. "Shit... your dick so fucking swollen..." Mike’s breathing becomes heavier as he imagines how Celon’s body is stretching and preparing for birth.

Celon gasps and moans softly as Mike touches his swollen dick, his body shuddering with pleasure and pain. Celon can feel his dick starting to leak a little, the pre-cum mixing with the contractions and making his area even more sensitive. "Ahhhn... b-babe...”

Mike loves how sensitive Celon is right now. "Can I be honest? Can I fuck you right now...?" Mike’s voice is low and husky as he imagines himself buried deep inside Celon, feeling his tight, sensitive anus contracting around his length. "Because you're so fucking wet and sensitive... I bet it would be so good.”

"Mmmph... yeah... it would be good..." Celon whimpers, his hole already clenching at the thought of Mike inside him. His voice is breathy.

Mike swallows hard, his mind filling with dirty thoughts. He spreads Celon’s thighs wider, pushing his nightie up to expose his baby bump. Mike gets hard quickly, his boxers tents up. He removes his hand from Celon’s dick and quickly pull out his boxers. His hard length springs free, already leaking pre-cum at the thought of being inside Celon. "Babe... I'm gonna be really gentle, okay?”

"Mhm... gentle is good... I'm really sensitive right now..." Celon bites his lip, his eyes widening at the sight of Mike’s hard dick. He nods eagerly, his legs spreading wider to accommodate Mike. His belly is so big and round now. "Come on, fuck me...”

Mike kneels between Celon’s widespread thighs, his dick throbbing as he lines himself up with Celon’s anus. Mark pushes forward, the thick head of his cock spreading Celon’s anus apart. Mike groans deeply.

"Ahhhn... it hurts..." Celon whimpers, his nails digging into the bedsheets as Mike slowly push inside him. He's so much bigger than usual, and Celon is so much tighter than usual due to his pregnancy. "You're too big...”

"Fuck... you're so tight, baby... and so wet..." Mike bottoms out inside him. His pelvis pressing against Celon’s sensitive anus. Mike stays still for a moment, letting Celon adjust to his size. Mike can feel Celon’s dick fluttering, the contractions growing stronger.

"God... your dick is hitting my womb..." Celon moans softly, his body shivering. His belly looks even rounder with Mike deep inside him. Celon’s dick is throbbing and leaking pre-cum non-stop now, the contractions making him horny and sensitive. "Baby... move slowly...”

Mike begins to slowly withdraw almost all the way before sliding back in. His pace is deliberate, matching the rhythm of Celon’s contractions. "Shit... this feels good." His cock throbs, leaking pre-cum inside Celon.

"Mmmph... yes..." Celon's hands move from the sheets to Mike’s chest, nails scraping lightly. His belly bobs slightly with each thrust, his whole body flushed and sensitive. The contractions have him clutching Mike tighter. "Right there... fuck...”

Mike completely lost in the moment, his primal instincts taking over as he fucks him. His hands grip Celon’s thighs tightly, spreading him wider as he pounds, hitting a spot that makes Celon moan loudly. Mike starts moving again, his thrusts a bit faster and harder now as he watches Celon’s belly expand and contract with each push and pull.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" Celon cries out, his voice high and desperate. His belly shakes with each thrust, his pregnant body jiggling in the most erotic way. He clutches Mike’s arms, his nails digging in as he pulls Mike deeper. "Right there! Right fucking there!”

Mike abruptly pulls out his dick and change Celon’s position. Celon’s face buried in the pillows, legs spread and ass up in the air. Celon’s overfilled belly hanging underneath him. Mike takes him from behind, grabbing Celon’s hips tightly as he pushes himself inside Celon.

Celon screams into the pillow, his body shuddering as Mike enters from behind. The new angle hits depths he didn't know existed, triggering intensely pleasurable spasms. His swollen belly hangs heavily, swaying with each powerful thrust. "Hnnngh fuck... so deep!”

He whimper, feeling impossibly full. The baby roll and squirm like crazy, his lower back is straining, he can barely hold himself up. He begs Mark to change positions, but Mark is busy pounding into him.

Celon’s voice is muffled by the pillow as he begs, "P-please... change positions... I can't hold myself up... ah! The baby's moving so much!" He whimpers as another powerful thrust makes his belly jiggle violently. "Too deep like this...”

Mike presses him down into the mattress, his belly crushed between him and the mattress. Celon try to lift himself up but he can't; Mike is pounding into him vigorously. His belly hurts so much it's blinding, tears run down his face, but he can't hold back the moans falling from his mouth.

Celon sobs uncontrollably, his body wracked with pleasure and pain. The intense pressure on his belly and the relentless pounding have him seeing stars. He bites the pillow to muffle his screams, his anus hole clenching tightly around Mike’s dick with each thrust. "Hnnngh...”

His heavy pregnant belly is getting crushed between him and the mattress. Celon’s face contorts in anguish as his swollen belly suffers cruel compression. Tears stream down his cheeks, but his body betrays him, shuddering with intense pleasure. He tries desperately to brace himself, hands scrabbling at the sheets, yet he remains pinned. "Ahhhn fuck...”

They don't know how long they continued, but when they stopped, it was already 8 am. They are both, panting, lying on the bed.

Calon lies sprawled on the bed, his body covered in sweat and love bites. His belly is red and sore from being crushed between Mike and the mattress. He's panting heavily, his hand instinctively rubbing his aching stomach. "Fuck... I can't move...”

After taking some rest Mike says in groggy voice, "fuck, I'm hungry..”

Celon chuckles softly. He carefully pushes himself up, his body aching from last night's rough treatment. He's naked, his belly heavy and round. "Hmm, one sec..." He padded barefoot to the kitchen, his big belly swaying with each step..

He starts preparing breakfast, his movements slow and deliberate due to his large baby bump. He groans occasionally to himself feeling contractions. After a while, he calls out to Mike. They finish their breakfasts.

Celon stands at the sink, his round belly sticking out as he washes the dishes. He's still naked, his pregnancy glow making his skin look soft and luminescent. He groans to himself as he cleans, his belly occasionally hitting the counter as he reaches for things.

Completely oblivious to the potential progress of labor, Celon continues with his tasks. His belly looks incredibly heavy now, stretching tight against his skin. Every now and then, he pauses, gently massaging his belly. "This little one's kicking so much today...”

He bends over slightly to put the clean plates away, his big belly sticking out even more. He moans softly as a sudden tightness spreads across his belly. He straightens up, laughing softly. "Damn, this baby better not start now. I still have laundry to do...”

Celon turns back to the sink, but as he does, another contraction hits him harder this time. He gasps, gripping the counter for support. He shakes his head, trying to brush it off. "Just a Braxton Hicks... probably," he mutters to himself, continuing with his chores.

Despite his attempt to ignore the growing intensity of the sensations, the next few minutes see a series of stronger and closer-together contractions. Celon finds himself stopping frequently to breathe through each wave, his face twisting with discomfort. He pauses, leaning heavily on the counter, his big belly tightening.

He laughs softly, trying to convince himself it's nothing. "Probably just... indigestion..." He rubs his belly protectively. "God, this baby better not start cooking right now..." He bends down again to pick up the laundry basket. As he straightens up, he freezes.

His eyes widen as an intense wave hits him, doubling him over. He drops the laundry basket with a thud, his hands flying to his belly. "No, no, no..." He pants, his face contorting with pain. He waddles to the couch, sitting down heavily.

Celon's face contorts as another wave of contractions hits him. His large pregnant belly tightens and rises, his body language indicating that the baby is in a hurry to come out.

Mike calls out from bedroom, "Babe, can you bring my files from the study room?”

Celon tries to push through the pain, to get up and fetch his files. He waddles to the study room, his big belly swaying heavily. He winces as another contraction hits, his belly tightening and dropping lower, pushing his expanded belly button out even more.

Mike came to the living room and saw Celon waddling towards him. They are still naked, "Babe..you look so full.." Mike sees Celon’s puffier dick, "When did it expanded so much.." Not to mention, it's making Mike hard again.

Celon bites his lip, trying to focus through the contractions, his puffy dick twitching slightly. "It's been getting bigger for a few days now..." He hands Mike the files, leaning against the counter for support.

After watching Celon for some moment, Mike continues with hitched voice, "I'm getting hard again babe. Shall we do again.. please..”

Celon looks at him, his eyes widening slightly as he sees Mike’s growing arousal. Celon shifts uncomfortably, another contraction making him gasp. "Baby, I don't know if that's a good idea right now," he says breathlessly. "I think the baby might be coming soon.”

Mike holds his hand and pulls Celon towards him. "Come on babe.. let's do it." Mike desperately says as he go behind Celon’s back. They are both standing naked in their living room.

Celon allows Mike to pull him into his embrace, his big belly sticking out. He inhales sharply as Mike positions himself behind him. Celon’s puffy expanded member twitching with arousal despite the contractions. "You sure about this?" he pants.

"yes.." Mike hisses. His hands hover over Celon’s round belly.

Celon moans softly as Mike’s hands gently touch his round, low belly. He leans back against Mike, his body trembling with both pain and arousal. "Okay... but go slow," he whispers, his voice strained as another contraction hits. His puffy dick throbs, leaking precum.

"You are already cumming.." Mike smirks as he put his dick inside Celon’s anus.

Celon cries out as Mike enters into him. Celon’s expanded dick throbbing and shooting out a stream of warm, thick, white sticky cum onto the floor. He grips Mike’s arms tightly as Mike starts to move inside him, his big belly bouncing with each thrust. "Ahh, fuck!”

They are fucking in standing position. Mike is holding Celon’s hips spreaded tightly. Celon slightly bending forward as Mike thrusting inside his anus. Celon’s pregnant belly hanging low.

His swollen cock continues to spit out ropes of cum on the floor as Mike pounds into his ass. Each thrust makes his heavy belly sway hypnotically. He throws his head back, his body trembling with pleasure mingled with the intense contractions of his impending birth.

As the baby suddenly drops, Celon's eyes roll back, and he lets out a guttural scream, “Gggaaaahhh…”. His dick swells even more, becoming painfully hard and engorged. The pressure inside him intensifies as the baby's head presses down.

Mike’s thrusts push the baby's head further down, making Celon's swollen dick throb and leak clear fluid mixed with semen. He cries out with each thrust, his belly tightening with strong contractions. "Baby... you're gonna make me...AH!" He screams loudly as his dick sprays again.

Celon's dick is now fully engorged and incredibly sensitive, the baby's head trapped inside and expanding it even further. He's sobbing from the intense pressure and pleasure, his body shaking violently as Mike continues to thrust. "I'm... I'm gonna pop!”

Celon’s belly is rock hard and incredibly tight under Mike’s hands as Mike use it to pull Celon onto his length. Celon screams, his swollen dick throbbing painfully as the baby's head gets further inside his urethra. "You're gonna tear me open! My belly...”

"Oohh babee.. " Mike thrusts him harder.

The sudden hard thrust makes Celon’s belly ripple and jerk violently, causing his dick to throb uncontrollably. The pressure inside him becomes unbearable as the baby's head starts to move deeper into his dick. "Fuck... fuck... fuck!" He screams loudly, his whole body convulsing.

Mike’s thrusts cause his swollen belly to bounce and tighten, which in turn makes his painfully hard dick jump and jiggle synchronously. The baby's head slides slightly deeper into his urethra with each thrust, making him leak clear fluid and whimper softly. "Baby...”

Mike falls on his back on the couch with Celon, his dick still inside. He falls onto Mike’s lap, his massive belly bouncing and jiggling as Mike lifts Celon’s hips up and down onto his dick to thrust deeper into him. Celon’s dick bounces wildly, the baby's head getting pushed further and further into his dick. "Ahhh... fuck... fuck... fuck...”

Celon’s body is a mess of pleasure and pain, his dick throbbing and leaking copiously as Mike thrusts deeper into him. His belly is now bouncing wildly with each movement, the baby's head pushing against the sensitive walls of his urethra. "I can't... I can't take it!”

"Let's go to bed babe." Mike hisses as he pulls out of Celon and drags him towards the bedroom.

Celon waddles behind Mike, his massive belly swinging from side to side. He winces in pain as the baby's head shifts inside him, making him leak more clear fluid. He whimpers, his voice hoarse from screaming. "My belly...”

Mike throws Celon on the bed. Celon lands on the bed with a loud thud, his belly bouncing and jiggling violently. He groans in pain, his hands instinctively going to his swollen dick. "Ahhh... fuck..." The baby's head shifts inside him, causing more clear fluid to leak out.

Mike finally nptices Celon’s swollen enlarged dick. Mike gasps, "How... When did it happen…?”

Celon looks down at his dick, his eyes widening in shock. It's massive and throbbing, the baby's head visible inside the swollen urethra. "I... I don't know... it just kept growing and growing..." He whimpers, his whole body shaking.

Mike took his throbbing dick and Celon’s dick and jerk them together. "Your's one is so thick…!”

Celon watches as Mike jerks his dick alongside his swollen one, his eyes rolling back in pleasure and pain. "It's... it's too thick... the baby's head is stretching me so much..." He moans, more clear fluid leaking out. "Your dick feels so small compared to mine...”

"Yeah.." Mike hisses.. "I want it inside me.. babe, put it inside my ass. " Mike says with hitched breath.

Celon’s eyes widen in shock and arousal at Mike’s request. He struggles to sit up, his massive belly making it difficult for him to move. He grabs his swollen dick with both hands, trying to position it at Mike’s entrance. "Baby... are you sure? It's so fucking thick...”

"Yes..! Yes..!" Mike positions himself in bed and spread his butt cheeks further with his hands.

Celon takes a deep breath, his hands shaking as he tries to guide his swollen dick towards Mark’s hole. The baby's head pushes against the sensitive tip, making him leak even more clear fluid. "Fuck... it hurts so much..."

As Celon starts pushing his massive, swollen cock against Mike’s ass, intense contractions suddenly seize him. His belly tightens and jerks, the baby inside kicking vigorously. "Ahhh fuck! Contrac- ahhh!" He cries out, his dick throbbing violently as another gush of fluid escapes him.

"It’s so wet… Hurry put it inside!” Mike hisses.

Celon’s face contorts with pain and effort as he tries to force his thick, swollen head past Mike’s tight ring. "It's too big! It's not fitting!" He cries out, his belly jerking again with another intense contraction. His eyes fill with tears of frustration and pain as he tries to push his impossibly thick, baby-filled dick into Mike’s ass. The contractions are getting stronger, his belly tightening like a drum. "It hurts... it hurts so much! I can't get it in!" He sobs.

"Squeeze it babe.. Squeeze your dick and put it inside..!" Mike continues.

With a grunt of determination, Celon squeezes his massive cock as hard as he can, his fingers barely able to encircle the swollen shaft. And with the squeezing, the baby slides back just enough to make the tip of the dick slightly thinner. Tears stream down his face from the effort and pain. "Ahhhh! Ahhh fuck!" He screams, slowly pushing the baby back inside with all his might. His dick still half filled with the baby, with an agonizing roar, Celon finally manages to wedge the throbbing head of his dick past Mike’s resisting asshole. Suddenly, his swollen shaft plunges deeper due to another intense contraction, forcing a third of his massive length inside. "OHHH FUCK!”

"Aaahh.. it's so thick!!!” Mike screams.

"I know! I know! It's too fucking thick!" Celon pants heavily, his belly convulsing with another contraction. "Oh god, it hurts so much to push it in...!" He groans, trying to push more of his swollen length into Mike’s ass. The baby starts sliding again inside Celon’s dick.

"Aaaah!! It's getting thicker inside my ass!!” Mike continues.

"It's the baby, it's making my dick swell up inside you!" Celon wails in pain and pleasure, his massive cock throbbing and expanding further within Mike’s tight asshole. "Fuck, I can't stop it! It's gonna get even thicker and stretch you even wider!”

"Aaaah! It's too much!!! Back up! Back up!!” Mike screams.

Celon, panting heavily and sweating profusely, tries to pull back slightly, but his swollen cock is so thick and sensitive that even the slightest movement sends jolts of pain through him. "Ahhh fuck! It's too sensitive! I can't pull out!”

"Noo! Aaah! It's too thick!! Pull it out!!” Mike keeps screaming.

Celon cries out desperately, his face screwed up in agony as he tries to withdraw his impossibly swollen shaft from Mark’s painfully stretched asshole. "I'm trying! Fuck!" He screams, pushing and tugging frantically.

Mike hold Celon’s swollen dick tightly and squeeze it hard in pain.

*"AHHH FUCK!!!" Celon howls in agony as Mike’s painful grip squeezes his super-sensitive cock. His eyes roll back, and his massive belly heaves with another contraction. "Stop squeezing! It's too sensitive!”

Mike squeezes too tightly, making the baby go back fully. Celon cries out in distress.

"AAAHHHHHH!! The baby's moving back up! It hurts so much! You're making the baby shift back inside!" Celon wails, his massive belly convulsing in pain as the baby slowly slides back towards his womb.

With a sudden, violent motion, Mike squeezes Celon's super-sensitive, swollen cock as hard as he can and abruptly pull it out of his painfully stretched asshole. The sudden release sends an intense, searing pain through Celon’s entire body, and he lets out an ear-splitting scream.

Mike collapses on the bed, legs spread wide, and wincing as he feels raw, burning pain in his asshole. He lifts his legs slightly and sees blood on his inner thighs. "Ow... shit... It rip me..." Mike mutters, not considering Celon’s state.

Celon had fallen on the floor. Curled up in a fetal position, his massive belly heaving with each painful breath. His swollen, purple manhood lies limply between his thighs, still leaking thick, sticky fluids. "Ahhhh...”

When Mike finally sees Celon, “Babe...!" he gasps.

Celon slowly looks up at Mike, his eyes glazed with pain. He bites his lip, trying to hold back another scream as a contraction ripples through his enormous belly. "Don't... touch... me," he gasps out, flinching away. "Everything hurts...”

The baby starts shifting inside Celon’s swollen member again, it happens much faster and more violently than before. His massive belly convulses and contracts, pushing the baby down his engorged length at an alarming speed. "AHHHH!!” His eyes roll back as another intense contraction hits, forcing the baby down his throbbing shaft even faster. "The... the baby's dropping again! But... but it's moving so quickly now! It hurts so much more!" He screams, his hands clutching his belly and dick.

Mike quickly lay down Celon’s back on the bed. Celon is panting heavily, his legs dangling off the bed edge as Mike position himself between them. Celon looks down at Mike with terrified eyes, feeling the baby plunging rapidly down his hypersensitive cock with each contraction. "I can't breathe! Ahhh! It's going to pop out!”

"It's going to be fine.. its ok.." Mike rubs Celon’s dick and pregnant belly.

Celon’s body is wracked with intense contractions, his belly convulsing violently as the baby speeds down his shaft. Mike’s gentle touches on his swollen member and pregnant belly provide some comfort, but the pain is overwhelming. "AHH! It's coming out! It's coming out NOW!”

"Breath.. relax.. let it come.." Mike licks and sucks Celon’s nipples while rubbing his dick with one hand. The dual stimulation - Mike’s fingers gently caressing Celon’s aching cock and his warm tongue on Celon’s sensitive nipples - makes Celon moan despite the pain. His belly trembles and pushes down hard as the baby's head begins to crown. "Nghhh... oh fuck... that feels... AHHHHH!”

Mike grabs around Celon’s wet dick folds and starts licking it, while still rubbing it.

Celon’s body arches as intense pleasure and pain intertwine. The baby's head is stretching his delicate dick hole to its limit. Mike’s fingers and tongue on his sensitive folds and wet, pulsing dick drive him wild. "AAAAH! IT'S PUSHING!”

"Yes babe.. you are doing great.." Mike hums licking Celon’s dick more.

Celon screams hysterically as the next intense contraction forces the baby's head crowning. Tears stream down his face from the overwhelming pain and pleasure. "AAAAAAH! The head! Fuck, FUCK!”

Mike pulls back and sees the head, coming out spreading Celon’s dick hole. He rubs around the hole. "Yes, let it come..." He goes back to Celon’s full breasts and starts sucking his nipples.

The baby's head stretches Celon’s distended hole further, causing him intense pleasure mixed with unbearable pressure. Mike’s fingers gently rubbing around his gaping hole and greedy mouth on his swollen nipples make his entire body convulse. "OH GOD! I'm losing my fucking mind!!!”

"Push it out babe... Push it.." Mike says then bites his nipples. His hand goes to Celon’s pregnant belly to rub it down.

Celon screams in agony and ecstasy as he pushes with all his might, his belly contracting violently. Mike’s bite on his nipples sends shockwaves of pleasure through him, and his hand pushing down on the pregnant belly helps guide the baby out. "AAAAH! I'm PUSHING!!!”

"Yes, push!" Mike says breathlessly as he sucks more while rubbing his pregnant belly with more force.

With a final, screaming push, the baby's head fully emerges, stretching Celon’s hole impossibly wide. "NNNNGGGGHFUCK!”

Mike pulls back and watch, "The head is completely out. The shoulders are next.."

Celon is completely out of his mind now, his massive belly heaving with each labored breath. The baby's shoulders are the hardest part, spreading his already gaping dick hole even wider. He feels like he's being torn in half. "NO MORE! IT'S TOO BIG!”

"You can do it.. You can do it babe" Mike rubs Celon’s dick with one hand and starts smooching his neck while other hand is pinching on his nipples.

Celon’s eyes rolls back as he feels Mike’s hands all over him. The overwhelming stimulation combined with the intense pressure of the baby's shoulders finally breaks him. "AAAAH!”

"Yes babe.." Mike starts sucking his full breasts more.

Celon’s body convulses as he pushes with renewed vigor, Mike’s mouth on his breasts driving him wild. The baby's shoulders finally slip out, leaving only the smallest part left to deliver. "OH FUCK! IT'S ALMOST OUT!”

Mike pulls back again. "Okay, baby.. it will be down soon.." Mike cups the baby body to catch it. Celon’s body trembles as he pushes with every last bit of strength, his face contorted in pain. With one final, earth-shattering push, Celon feels the baby's body start to slip out. His stretched hole burns and tears as the baby's waist emerges, his massive belly finally starting to deflate. "NNNNGGGGGHHH! .. it's almost... FUCK!" With one final push, the baby shoots out into Mike’s waiting hands, followed by a rush of fluids. Celon collapses back, completely spent, his massive belly already shrinking noticeably.

As Mike cradles the tiny baby in his hands, he carefully examines the baby boy, who's no bigger than a large doll. His tiny body is covered in blood and fluids, his cry weak but healthy. He looks up at Celon. His massive belly has halved in size already.

Putting the baby on Celon’s chest, Mark left to get scissors to cut the cord. He returns with a pair of sterilized scissors. He carefully cuts the umbilical cord. As he finish cutting the cord, Celon starts to feel strong afterbirth contractions, his massive belly tightening and relaxing as the remaining fluids and the afterbirth itself begin to emerge. He groans weakly, his hands automatically going to his belly to support it. "Ahh... fuck... the afterbirth is coming...”

Celon gently hands the baby back to Mike, his arms trembling with exhaustion. He focuses on pushing out the afterbirth, his body shaking with each contraction. Mike cradles the baby close, making sure he's warm and safe as he watches Celon deliver the placenta.

With a final, powerful push, Celon delivers the afterbirth, a large, bloody sac that plops onto the floor. He pants heavily, his massive belly finally starting to shrink rapidly as his dick contracts back to its pre-pregnancy size.

[moony-sys-world]

God why do I keep think about this 😩.

All I have been thinking of is someone kidnapping me and stuffing my boypussy and ass full of eggs to incubate I want them to keep stuffing me even if I say that I am to full because one more will fit and they make me a cute incubator and ones I gave birth the progress will start over again-🪆

[shockspectrum]

Farmer learning that younger animals sell at higher prices takes it a step further. Farmer waits until the cow is labor and actively birthing and as soon as he can see the cow person's cunt bulge and stretch, he puts hand in their pussy and shoves the calf all the way back into their uterus even as they cry and try to squirm away from him. He then plugs up their womb with a thick wood log. He smacks their milk swollen udders and pats their pussy before attaching a leash hook to their pussy and forcing them to stand up and waddle. He leads the laboring cow by the hook tugging on their red swollen pussy when their pained moos and moans get too loud or their pronounced waddle slows. He delights at all the eyes on him and his livestock, more exactly his cows quivering cunt, as he marches them to the town square where market is held. The farmer straps the poor laboring pregnant cow into place and waits for the curious crowds to grow. He let's them tug on the leash still hooked in their twitching pussy, smack their belly hanging below them and fondle their overfull sensitive udders urging them to ignore the desperate begging and pathetic mooing. When a sufficient crowd gathers, he focuses their attention on the cunt. There are four calves in the heifers womb carried for around a year. He offers each of the four to the highest bidder. When they are decided and the farmer is promised a small fortune, he carefully works the wood block out of the cow's pussy and let's the first buyer walk up and shove her arm into the poor heifers cunt and yank out her calf. None of the buyers wait for the heifer to give birth, all wrenching the calf out of its near unconscious mother then milking the cow roughly as the next customer reached an arm between the cows splayed limp legs and into the swollen raw cunt. Some of the customers hada little fun wrenching the calf out of the womb and into the birth canal briefly before smacking the udders and shoving the calf back into the womb and pulling it out again. Once the poor heifer was emptied of their brood, their farmer stuck a first speculum in through their cervix and a second one in their cunt and opened them up pussy to womb to "air them out". But the cows cunt, still quivering with the aftershocks of labor and having four overdue calves yanked out, could feel the eyes and the weight of humiliation in their belly replacing their calves. Though the cow could not see or feel it, courtesy of their farmer using the speculum to stretch them so wide, other villagers would come up to the trembling pussy stretched around the crude speculum marveling at how much the heifer could stretch. Some stuck their arm or foot in through the cunt or womb amazed that they could do so without even grazing the cows contracting walls. Other villagers would pay a price to sterilize then suckle milk directly out of the squealing heifers leaky udders. The cow shrieked the first time they felt a wet mouth on their aching udder. But at least they wouldn't hurt from being so full they reassured themself.

i dont even have anything to add to this it’s already a masterpiece

[pushingrosie-deactivated2025111]

What if I made you wait with bulging lips...

There's no way you were getting that egg out, not without serious harm to yourself! So I ask you to wait and resist the urge to push until your pussy is all lubed up.

I can't remember where I put the actual lube and watching you struggle has turned me on anyways... So it makes sense to start stroking myself until I orgasm over your bulging crown, my cum easing the way forward

The pressure feels intense and insane, leaning into a squat makes me want to push more and I have to pant heavily to keep my self from pushing. I try to stand, but that shoves the egg inside me further so I stay squatting, breathing as hard as I can to keep from pushing. "So...heavyy...."

[pushingrosie-deactivated2025111]

That feeling when you’ve been hyper-fixating on dragons farrrr too much and now you need a massive dragon egg in you…

[boytumms]

Got kinda a thought for you, but did you know liquid nitrogen's expansion rate is 1:696 units when it becomes a gas? This means ingesting it is almost always lethal because it tears the stomach lining and damages tissues due to the cold but if we do some handwavy fictive stuff for the sinbin:

making your sub or whumpee take a shot of liquid nitrogen for the expansive effects, letting them whimper and squirm at the cold as their belly rapidly grows tight and swells until it's red and aching.

(could even go for bursting too, if you're into that. A single shot of liquid nitrogen expands to eight US gallons of gas, or nearly 30 liters.)

-@redlikesggs

ooo I like the sound of that, tricking someone into drinking a shot of liquid nitrogen and watching as they suddenly swell up to look overdue with multiples. In only seconds their stomach swells past twice it's limit, leaving them crying in pain and shock as they hold their hugely bloated belly. The skin is tight and red, creaking as it struggles to stretch around their gas filled stomach, covered in stretch marks that threaten to tear at any moment.

You rub the taut surface of their tummy, feeling the cold beneath their skin and giving them a light squeeze to feel how tight they've gotten. Even the lightest pressure makes them scream, and they beg you not to touch their tummy, shaking in pain as they fearfully try to squirm away from your hands. They can't escape when their stomach is so painfully full, all they can do is beg you not to let them burst as you press your hands harder into the tight globe of their belly...

[bethbellies-deactivated20250427]

i LOVE the idea of blueberry inflation but more realistic. chewing an ordinary gum and feeling your belly slowly get filled with a thick blueberry juice, feeling your skin get tighter and tighter as the juice keeps flowing into your already stretched tummy. imaging being pinned down my your belly while you can’t help but keep chewing and growing.

[bethbellies-deactivated20250427]

i’m alive! sorry for the lack of art. my sister found some drawings of bellies i made and i was too embarrassed to draw anything else….. but here’s a cute guy having his belly bloat from some spiked eggnog for the holidays!

[pickledpet]

I’d love to breed you, fucking you hard as many times a day as I can until we fall asleep at 3am, exhausted, and you’re so full of my seed that you look like you’re already starting to show from pregnancy. I keep fucking you like that until you really are showing, long after your pregnancy test comes back positive, just to make sure—but then your hormones kick in and you’re begging me to fuck your boycunt every day anyway.

Finally you’re due. Then you’re overdue, and you’re huge. We know it can’t be one baby, but that’s why we fucked so much. You begged me to put two or three or six babies in you.

You can barely move as another week goes by, the babies kicking you and squirming, ready to be born. When another week and then another week draws to a close you’re begging me to fuck you until your water breaks. So I do. How could I resist you while you’re this gravid? Your water does break and gushes around my cock, and we’re both wet.

I fuck you slowly a while longer while you start laboring, the pain building and ebbing as I bring you to orgasm again and again for the next two hours. You’re whimpering with pain and overstimulation. We know you’re full of my seed and you’ll be pregnant again by the time you push out the placenta. But you already know—from being deliciously overdue for weeks—that you want to be pregnant again, quickly.

Finally you moan that you have to push. I pull out and go behind you to prop you up. You feel my cock, hard and leaking, pressing against your bare back. Just like we practiced—I pull your legs apart and lay them over my knees so you’re draped across me, your boycunt gaping and ready to birth out my babies. We both put our hands on your taut belly.

It’s time to push.

You tuck in your chin and strain as our first baby batters its way through your cervix. Birth fluids and cum spray out of you. When you feel the first stretch in your birth canal you whimper and gasp out, “It’s BIG.” Of course it’s big. You’re almost a month overdue. They’re all big.

I stroke your hard belly and tell you you’re my good boy, pushing hard for me like this. You’ve been such a good boy, holding my babies in for this long so they can come out strong and healthy. You push again and feel your birth canal fill with the baby’s head. You moan in my arms, “It hurts.” I know, baby, I put some big babies in you. This is going to hurt so fucking bad, I tell you, but after you’ve pushed out every baby I’ll make you cum over and over while I fill you back up with my seed.

“I think I’m gonna cum NOW,” you whimper. You buck your hips and whine long and low while you push, and then the orgasm hits and you feel the baby surge forward to hit the inside of your lips. You scream—it’s blinding agony and blinding pleasure. You push during the aftershocks, bucking and screaming.

“Fuck, it’s gonna crown!” Good boy, push hard, crown out my first baby. You’re panting in between every push, your belly hard under my fingers and your legs shaking. Suddenly the burn hits you, hard, the ring of fire as my huge baby starts to stretch your boycunt open. Instinctively you reach down to your boycunt—not that you CAN reach it. You haven’t been able to touch yourself for 7 weeks. You still can’t reach down that far and you start thrashing in my arms, crying and screaming. “It hurts! It’s crowning, it’s crowning, oh my god it huuuurts!”

I pin your legs open and lean forward, forcing you to fold towards your belly and putting pressure on your still-full womb. PUSH, boy.

“No! No! Oh my god, oh my god!” And then your voice is lost in a scream as my baby’s huge head eases to a full crown, then pops out with a rush of amniotic fluid. We collapse back against the pillows.

You’re sobbing in relief, “Oh my god, it came out. It came out. I just gave birth. Fuck it hurt so fucking bad.”

I rub your belly and tell you it’s not out yet. You practically go limp in my arms, weeping with pain and exhaustion. That’s fine. I wasn’t going to let you push right now anyway. You start squirming, “Something’s happening. It hurts…” I tell you the baby is rotating so you can push out the shoulders. Your legs are shaking again. “I think I’m gonna cum ag—“ And your sentence finishes in a scream as you cum, hard, and the shoulders shoot out of your boycunt. Your screams tip me over the edge and my cock spasms against your back, pumping hot cum between us. The aftershocks roll through both of us as you finish birthing out our baby onto the bed.

“Fuck, fuck, I feel empty,” you moan.

I roll out from behind you, sticky, and crawl between your legs to retrieve our firstborn baby. I pick her up and put her on your chest. She must be at least nine pounds. You’re such a good boy, pushing out such a huge baby all on your own. You’re nearly delirious with painful contractions and the haze of cumming so hard. I feel deep inside your boycunt and you squirm around my fingers.

“Babe, I-I need to push again,” you whimper. “I need to push so bad.”

But I already know that. I can already feel the next baby’s huge head stretching your cervix even wider than the first baby.

This is so good, I don't know if I should fuck myself about it or if I should cry because I want to be bred like this so bad 🤭🤤

[shockspectrum]

Nature documentary where you film the births of animal girls

animal girls are treated as less than human. they have the intelligence of humans, but they're seen as objects. so if i show up at the local hospital with a camera crew asking to film the animals' births, they say yes. if i ask around to find breeders and farmers, and then just show up at their door asking to film, they say yes. i never need to ask for the animals' consent - who cares?

the first episode focuses on pets. dozens of cats, dogs, and bunnies birthing for the camera. the audience learns all about the biological differences of each species - bunnies have larger litters, puppies have bigger babies, kitties have longer births. these are level 1 animals, so to speak - treated with the most respect, and most similar to humans.

the next episode focuses on livestock. animals treated as nothing but a product in the making. none of these animals are given a hospital birth. the episode shows cowgirl after cowgirl shrieking, head locked in the breeding stall, huge tits dangling and leaking, while the farmer yanks out her baby. cows' babies are too big, the narrator explains, so they need assistance. goats are screamers - the whole town knows when a goat baby is born because their shrieks are louder and more agonized than anyone else's. sheepgirls' births are relatively normal, but they're typically very stressed due to being separated from their flock to give birth in a stall. horsegirls often get their babies pulled as well, but not always - photos and videos of birthing horses are worth a pretty penny, since they're a common fetish among the humans, so sometimes farmers just let the babies get stuck so they have more time to get more pictures. piggirls have smaller babies, so their agony is treated as an overreaction.

i wonder what i should feature in the next episodes - let me know if you have any ideas :)

[boytumms]

ohh that elf ask had me consider a wild scenario.

imagine a great human king and conquerer from a magical age and his elf boy courtesan. they fought many valliant battles together, bound in blood and bond. before the king passed, he impregnated his elf, the last act of his legacy.

thing is, elf pregnancies last 90 years, give or take. so that heir will not be on the throne for some time. meanwhile, as various court members rule in his stead, this elf remains pregnant and a constant in court functions for 90 years as they await the birth of their next king.

being pregnant for almost a century makes the time pass so slowly. not able to fight in battles, constantly nauseous while also craving disgusting human foods, all the aches of pregnancy pains prolonged and enduring. generations of court members and politicians always pawing at him and seeing the little growth that happens each year.

well. it should be little growth, but it seems the late king has left our elf with more than just one heir. he's looked full term since year 45, and continues to grow further past the limits any elf could take, as they never have multiplet pregnancies. and these half-human children are much more active than elf infants are.

nearing the last few decades of his pregnancy, he is full and gravid to the point of constant discomfort. walking is a chore, his lungs have less capacity, sitting itself makes everything ache. yet, as the bearer of the great King's heirs, he paraded around every grand ball and festival.

as he nears the end of year 90, he's praying at his gods' altars to let him birth his children soon. but a full century passes without an inkling of birthing pains.

finally, decades overdue, his labors start, which fills him with a whole new dread. for as slow as elf pregnancies are, the births match. a festival was thrown at the beginning of his labors, and wasn't ended up until two moons later. contractions lasted hours, then days, until finally overlapping continuously as each of the three little princlings came stubbornly into the world.

the elf swears to himself to never take a lover to bed again. even if the court has other machinations for spare heirs...

Carrying triplets for 90 years would be insane omggg He’s barely be able to move in his third trimester, being stuck mostly bed bound for 30 years, relying on others to help him move, eat, and bathe. It starts to get humiliating after years of being too big to be useful, but that’s quickly replaced with years and years of pain as his belly becomes too stretched for his body to handle.

His labor is the worst of all, having three huge babies he has to push out, so much bigger than an average elf baby. He screams and cries for weeks as they slowly force their way down his tight birth canal, taking several days to move just an inch further. When the heads crown, they stay stuck for a week each, leaving him thrashing in pain, howling and begging for it to move, but no amount of pushing can force it to budge. Any complications with his labor drag it out for several more weeks, a breach birth or a wrapped cord, maybe one of the babies position needs to be changed and in order to do so it has to be pushed all the way back up into is poor battered womb.

Finally after months of agonizing labor, all three heirs are delivered, and the poor elf finally gets to rest after nearly a century

[boytumms]

merman kept at an expensive sushi restaurant for his roe. they pump hormones in his tank to keep him constantly overproducing eggs, his belly swelling way beyond what a healthy pregnancy would look like for his species. the eggs are much too big too, and he's left to birth them in his small tank in front of customers all night every night for the "fine dining experience," and by close they plug him up to save the eggs for the next dinner service. when they leave him for the days the restaurant is closed, his belly is so full of heavy eggs he gets stuck on the bottom of his tank, unable to swim, stretched painfully beyond what even he had gotten used to. and those eggs end up getting tossed anyway for being "stale." just because it's an expensive restaurant doesn't mean they treat him well. he hates this endless suffering, but fears what will happen if he stops laying eggs. 🍣

omg I would eat there every day if I could <3

What if the restaurant had a special "harvest your own meal" option like the places that let you catch your own fish, but instead you get to harvest the mermans eggs by pushing on his tummy? They could even have different species of merman for different kinds of eggs, or some very high quality ones that customers can buy for the night, with a private dining room where they're free to squeeze out as many eggs as they want

[shockspectrum]

when he cries that it hurts and begs for help tell him what a stupid whore he is and how he should've known exactly what he was in for when he spread his legs for you in the first place

[shockspectrum]

Please, make it stop! It already hurts so much. It's barely starting to crown and my poor pussy is stretched to the limit. It burns! I don't want to do this! I can't do this! Your baby is just too big. It won't fit!

Oh, GOD! I don't want to push! Make it stop! PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP! It can't fit!

shut up, stop complaining. it’ll fit eventually, you’re just not pushing hard enough. you were opening up just fine when you were getting knocked up like a whore, just do it again. you knew what you were signing up for. so shut up and push.