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nsfw and 18+ (early 20s, he/they), hard & soft feedism, weight gain, pregnancy, etc

[carnalcervidae]

“To be loved is to be changed” but like. You know. You know what this blog’s whole deal is

[heavybellyprincess]

Something I’ve been thinking about lately is how much I crave the heaviness of pregnancy. Not only would you have filled me up so good that my belly arches forward in front of me, an enormous rounding curve of fully pregnant belly leading the way when I waddle, but it will feel so heavy.

I’ll arch my back, hand firmly placed on my lower spine, just to try and carry it but the weight of the huge belly you’ve given me will just sink farther and farther down into my hips; the oblong shape of the belly will keep pulling me forward and down. I won’t be able to waddle anywhere without letting out desperate little grunts, each step forward a monumental effort to manage the huge load you’ve given me to haul around.

My hands will restlessly shift from the top of the rounded curve to my back, as I shift my weight from side to side, and then desperately try to hold up some of the weight from the bottom of my belly. But nothing I do provides relief for long, especially as my belly hangs low on my hips the farther along I get in this pregnancy, overdue by days….so I continue to restlessly moan as I try to move anywhere.

If you saw me like this when you came home…panting as I slowly waddled towards the kitchen, heavy belly torpedoed and arched in front of me…breasts resting full and milky on the long shelf of my belly…my gait impossibly wide and hands roaming all over my body, desperately seeking relief….what would your reaction be?

[footsex12]

I think the hottest part about pregnancy is how much of a mark it leaves on your body. Your hip bones literally widen to make it easier to push a baby through, you gain a pretty substantial ammount of weight all around your hips and thighs and ass. Your belly rounding out enough it is a struggle to even walk. You are optimized to just sit there & grow a child, Your breasts aching & swelling...

You don't even have to want it really. The female body is optimized for childbirth, and not for any of your actual wants/desires. A random mans sperm has more agency over your body then you do. Even if you hate every part there is nothing you can do to stop it after a certain point. You have to watch yourself swell up day by day. Watching as none of your pants button. How things start to strain around your chest. How everything keeps riding up and exposing your tummy. How your walk gradually turns to a waddle. Having to hold your hands on your back, moaning & panting W/ exertion at pretty simple tasks.

There is no way you come out of it W/o looking like a mother, once your body develops the extra ducts in your chest it becomes really simple to reactivate your ability to lactate after already being pregnant once. Your hips so much wider then before. The female body yearns for the cycle of being pregnant again and again

[gain-stuff-eat]

don't you want to grow? eat until you're stretched and panting. until you can barely reach. then keep going. until it becomes easier than you remember. until you're hungrier and more desperate than ever to feel that aching fullness. don't you want to be good? don't you want to know what you'd become if you let greed take over? don't worry, in fact stop worrying all together and give in to your most gluttonous desires right. remind yourself how big you're getting. isn't it intoxicating? go ahead, have some more. indulge. don't you want grow?

[pudgypoetry]

A big aspect of this kink for me is how real it gets and how quickly. It's fun to play pretend in the beginning, stuffing yourself stupid at every meal you can, letting your body rest and relax, even receiving praise for your slow progress.

When things change, however, is when your gain starts to stick. No longer able to be brushed off as water weight, your stomach pushes against the front of shirts that once allowed extra room, your jaw softens, and the padding around your rear feels more packed in than anything.

You might be shy at first, surprised to see your changes become plainly obvious, and blush when others point out your gain, but it won't take long for the truth to sink in. You look good and feel good, too.

It feels good to grow.

[carryanddeliver]

Wouldn't it be so hot if I was talking about how I would never get pregnant and think pregnancy is so humiliating, and someone said how I'll definitely end up getting knocked up. Telling me it's just a matter of time before I'm swollen with babies. I get offended and deny it. Then, they impregnate me without me knowing, drugging me and inseminating me in my sleep. I don't think I'm at risk for pregnancy at all since I don't know about it, and I start gestating a litter for them without knowing it. I think I'm gaining weight, and that my chest is sore because I'm gonna get my period. I have no reason to think that the reason I can't button my pants over the firm, round swell of my belly is because it's been bred.

Not until it's way too late, I'm big and showing obviously and I feel the babies kicking before I figure it out. The sinking horror as I scramble to think of how I can get out of this but the only thing I can do is grow and birth them. I have to give birth, and there's nothing I can do about it. There are babies growing inside of my belly that aren't getting any smaller, only getting bigger and stronger day after day, making me huge with them, where anyone can see my bloated breeder belly. I'm trapped, my biggest fear cradled and kicking right inside my womb.

I can't hide a belly this big at all, and soon I outgrow all my clothes. That person who ruined my waistline and my life, the one who was so sure about this happening to me, smiles at me smugly when I run into them next. They get me alone and rub it in, telling me my body knows it was meant for this.

[embarrassedbumps]

Been thinking about early pregnancy, a belly still small enough to hide but just big enough that you know what's there and it's in the way.

Trying to put on clothes that fit before but now that bump is making it impossible to zip up your favorite pair of jeans, looking down at the fly and seeing how your belly fills out that gap just slightly to big now to suck it in and force them closed. There's still time to hide it and pass it off, but eventually everyone will know and you'll have no choice but to embrace it

[estratheron]

Inspired by @stonerbellybabe 🍪💦😵‍💫

[rotundforfun]

I love imagining what it would be like to start the “pregnant waddle”. The first few days where my hips shift further back, my belly is angled up, and my legs are forced to bow outwards. The pressure increase on my hips with every step. I imagine being paraded around by a partner, my hands both supporting my aching back with my full belly thrust forward for everyone to see. So obviously bred full of baby and unable to move around like I used to. People might even stare, trying to figure out how long it has been since my partner bred me, fucked a baby into me, knocked me up. What they don’t know is that I’m growing multiples, and have a long way to go before I’m done growing.

[bellybabe32]

The hot water felt nice running over my swollen body, my back leaned against the cool tile and my hands holding my belly. Your triplets move and kick, three days overdue and still growing. I close my eyes and moan lowly as I keep rubbing my belly, my hips sore and wide. I haven’t been able to be on my feet for more than five minutes without my legs feeling like they’re going to give out.

Despite it all I can’t help but smile and relish in how big I’ve grown. I smile wider, opening my eyes and seeing you in front of me. Your hands go to my belly, lifting the heavy burden off my back.

“Mm thank you…I wish I could take a bath…”

You smirk and chuckle, remembering how I almost got stuck in the tub just a few nights ago.

“You’re getting so big, baby” you say proudly, kissing my belly.

“They don’t seem to want to leave this belly just yet,” I giggle, caressing your cheek as you kiss up my linea negra, moving your hands and mouth to my swollen breasts.

“Does my cow need to be milked?” I see the glint in your eyes, the hunger in your expression.

I nod. “Please. They’re so full.”

I moan and feel my legs squirm as you latch on to my fat nipple, sucking long and hard, my milk letting down quickly.

“Oooh god yes!” I gasp. I pinch my other nipple, desperate to feel some relief from the tightness in my body.

I feel your hands roaming my belly, pressing in the babies and teasing my belly button. I grip onto your hair as I bite my lip and close my eyes, my pussy throbbing and wet.

You switch sides, your mouth and tongue heaven in my breast, your fingers roaming further down my belly until I feel them inside me, my legs spreading wider.

“Mmm daddy please! Oh god I’m too big…I’m so fucking pregnant!” I grunt, my clit throbbing in your fingers.

“Cum for me cow,” you say with a gasp, milk in your face. “Tell me how much you love being bred”

I hold onto you more, my legs feeling weak as I get closer to cumming. “I love being big and round…I love being so fertile and full of babies…I never wanna be empty daddy please!”

I squeal as I cum in your hands, leaning into you, my belly trembling as the babies go wild. I breathe heavily, my eyelids fluttering as I come down from my orgasm.

“Mm good girl,” you say with a smile and a kiss, caressing my hair as you turn the shower off. “Now, let’s get you fed. These babies have to grow more for daddy”

[peachy-ffa]

Soft feedism is loving, spoiling and indulging them so much that it all ends up attached to their waist, fat rolls appear along with stretchmarks, just as I cook and bake their favorite meals and desserts. Letting them eat to their heart's content and they simply keep spilling out of their clothes.

Soft feedism means admiring, squeezing and loving the excess of flesh that constantly peaks out of their shirts. It means adoring every curve and pound that they gain from overeating and doting them.

And it means adding some extra love on them, since we both enjoy the comfort and pleasure that the extra pounds and softness constantly bring, it doesn't hirt to add some more to admire 💖

[evermore-xxl]

ssbbw summer

Inspired by this post.

[goldjungexx]

Seven babies and counting.

There’s nothing sexier than watching you be heavy and round with my babies. Perfect, round, gravid belly. I love how shiny and tight it is. Like a massive beach ball or watermelon attached to your slight frame. You love fondling it, holding it, weighing it.

Your womb is full. Your brain is hazy. You’re growing two new lives, it’s okay to be slow. It’s okay to be content like this. Rubbing your bump while you drink your cup of tea. Smiling as I pick up our children, fool around with them, make them laugh, play with them.

This is why you want more. Always more.

Seeing me with the babies you pop out, how much I care for them, love them, make sure they are taken care of, it’s your own aphrodisiac. I spend every free minute of my day helping you with the five kids we already have. I hired a nanny too, for the twins you had a year ago. Now you’re almost ready to pop again. Seven months and counting.

Insatiable. Little. Breeder.

You’re so proud of how large you get when you’re pregnant. You’re carrying twin boys this time, and they are large and healthy. I can tell that this will be your biggest pregnancy yet. The weight of the babies pushes down between your legs, and sometimes, when you think no one is watching (but I am), you sit down, open your legs, hold your belly and grind against a pillow.

The sight of it drives me wild. The way your lips part, eyes close, grinding-grinding-grinding. You love being pregnant. When we met, I didn’t think we’d have seven kids by the age of 32. But here we are. Young, fertile, healthy, giving in to our most natural urge: procreation.

[fridgewater]

Currently fantasising about:

Being a knight in a medieval castle ruled by a queen with with only one daughter. As a result, the princess is pretty spoiled, always receiving gifts from princes, eating fancy banquets nightly and generally living in medieval luxury.

I don't think much of her, thinking she's a brat, until I'm assigned to be her personal protector. It's what I expected at first, she's demanding and bossy. But soon I start to learn her secrets. For one she's not interested in any of the princes trying to court her, on account of her liking girls. I see her looking at me all the time, longingly, even making a point of coming down to watch me train which she never did before. But then I find out what she dose when the queens away...

She calls me into her quarters, red faced. She says she can't close her corset and needs my help. I see her newly forming belly hanging from the bottom of the half tied corset. I smile, gently pushing her gut up into the garment and pull it in tying the corset, hearing her sharp intake of breath. She thanks me but I can tell she looks uncomfortable.

"Getting a little small isn't it, Princess?" I mutter as she gasps.

"How dare you! You oaf, you won't speak to me like that!" She screams.

I ignore her. "Only natural, given how much you've been feasting lately. I've been bringing extra deserts up to you room every night this week."

"You're calling me fat?" She asked offended.

"Yes." I reply. She gasps again going to berate me. "But you could be fatter. You're a princess for gods sake. Start eating like one..."

She frowns huffing. "Why don't you make me."

Day off tomorrow, might have to spend it writing medieval fat yuri 🥴

Any name suggestions for knight and princess, send an ask ;)

[breeding-hucow-deactivated20251]

I don’t just miss the belly. I miss what it meant. The weight of it. The pull. The constant reminder that I’d been used for someone else’s pleasure, and left to carry the consequence. My tits were always sore and leaking. My pussy always wet. My whole body changed because he didn’t feel like pulling out.

And god, I was so stupid when pregnant. Not just slow—fuzzy. Like my brain had been wrapped in cotton. Every thought was warm and soft and slippery. I’d forget my own name if someone didn’t call me “mama” or “breeder” or “good little cumdump.” I couldn’t keep a single smart thought in my head—and I don’t think I really need to, not any more.

He made me his incubator. His leaking, waddling, smiling proof that he could fuck a purpose into me. And I glowed with it. Dumb, obedient, happy to be ruined.

And I miss it. I miss being claimed. I miss how proud I felt to be so clearly used. I miss being too full of him to care about anything else.

And I wouldn’t even hesitate to do it again.

If some man looked me in the eye and said, “You’d look better knocked up and leaking like the dumb little cum tank you are,” I’d spread for him on the spot. No thinking. No questions. Just soaked thighs and a whimper. Because he’d be right.

I want to be bred. Ruined. Useful.

I want to be filled again.

[fillingyourighttothebrim]

Hey, it’s what you were born for. You wouldn’t be here if evolution hadn’t given you a body that craves to be stuffed with a man’s dna. You love being left with a sore pussy full of cum and feeling what he gave you leak out of you the rest of the day, but when his seed finally takes root in your womb you’ll get to carry more and more of him around with you every day. His claim on your body growing as time passes. You’re womb being used to incubated his child. You’re breasts getting sore and growing preparing to feed his child (and him). You’re body softening and your belly ripening just the way he likes it. He loves what his seed is doing to you just as much as you do. The bigger you get with his baby the more it turns him on as he can see the power he has over you. Making you swell out of your clothes. Turning your brain into mush. Making you crave his cock even more every day. Making you wish you could stay huge and pregnant with his babies forever. Once you’ve been bred and carried his baby it’s over. You’re going to be begging for him to do it all over again. But you won’t have to. True breeder daddies are more than happy to keep their woman full of their big healthy babies. You’ve got years of growing and lactating and cum addled pregnancy brain ahead of you.

[chublov1]

You're gonna get fatter for me.

You will keep rounding out, filling your clothes until they're stretched and tight. Until your average outfits feel like bondage. Until you can't reach over or under your tummy, because it just grew so much. Your butt firm and tight in your pants. Your chest plump and expanding.

Until you're a whimpering, needy mess. Until you're my spoiled little thing, for good. Until you look at me with your glazed pretty eyes, and ask to be fed even more. Because you know I will.

I will fill you up like a good fat pet.

[heavywithourbabies]

“I’m a well-educated graduate student…. I shouldn’t be doing this” You thought to yourself, and not for the first time. Your breath was ragged and your whole body was slick with sweat. There were always a few moments of clarity after the first orgasm and in those few and very brief moments you would try to take stock of the situation. The situation which seemed to be …… “Fucked. I’m fucked.” With the clarity there would be the onslaught of guilt and shame. The overwhelming sense of disappointment in yourself. It was all consuming. “NO! I can fix this! I CAN FIX THIS!” You couldn’t allow the self-pity to swallow you whole. “All I need to do is….. is….” The thrusting had stop. Without warning you were flipped on your back. “How is he this strong?! He doesn’t look like he….” Your thighs were parted and you felt the familiar hot breath nearing your lips.

This is how it would go almost every time.

You were manhandled and used. Always with force and with an animalistic intensity. Never asked. Always taken. It was the reason you were in this…. situation. You were caught off guard by the direct approach. The goofy nature and warm smile. How easily you would laugh. At the time it seemed harmless. Truth be told you weren’t expecting much the first time it happened. But the second your legs were open it was day and night. Jekyll and Hyde. “Fucking sexual wolfman!” You laughed after a number of full body orgasms. It didn’t seem that funny now or that far off. Sweet and caring one second. Depraved and ravenous the next. “I’m a well-educated woman…. why did I keep letting him…” A sudden tiny kick in your belly brought you to your senses. You went to comfort the baby with your hand rubbing the taut skin o f your belly. If his twin brother woke up now you wouldn’t get any sleep.

You looked down at yourself and almost wanted to cry. You had always held a bit of pride in your curves but now they were everywhere. Dominating every inch of your body. Your breasts huge, heavy, and swollen with milk. Your nipples dully aching as the pressure continued to build. Your hips sore and worn out from the extra burden placed on them. Your belly hanging massively off your frame and low. the strain on your back was unbelievable. You could barely see him past your belly as he continued to tease you. You could feel his forehead resting on the underside of your belly. You had plans. A life. A good career. It was all right in front of you. But for some reason when this man came in you, you lost all reason and logic. He wanted you bred. And he didn’t stop until you were swelling with his babies. Now with the constant rush of hormones running through your system you didn’t stand a chance. As his warm tongue ran over the puffy and thickened lips of your sex you saw a glimpse of your future with him. He would bring you constant pleasure but you would be reduced to nothing more than a baby factory. Perpetually gravid with a baby in your belly. Your only purpose to take his seed and to labor his children into the world. Nothing more.

“I’m not a fucking brood mare!” You almost yelled aloud. Until he gently started lapping on your engorged clit. You began to try and buck your hips for more but the weight of my babies held you down. Your whimpers were music to his ears when you were like this. He brought himself up and began to slowly thrust his cock inside of you. The belly he gave you rocking up and down. “You’re a bred woman now” he teased. He saw one of his babies kick you and you winced. He started thrusting harder.