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@pregboy
nothing like someone being in labor and not understanding what's happening to them. getting more and more frantic as the pressure increases and they start not only feeling the need to push, but OBEYING that need and they don't even know why. something soooo heavy is sitting in their pelvis, and it feels like it's about to fall out but every push barely moves it any further. and they don't know why but they can't stop!
Imagine being hypnotised, you don't even know it happened but you come back quick. Unaware you've been out of it for 9 months. You look down and you're heavily pregnant and past your due date. It gets even worse as you look around, noticing you're in a cell. Your water breaks, and thats when you find out you aren't giving birth to a human baby at all.
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There's just something so hot to me about getting a guy pregnant.
Just completely giving into my impulses and ramming my grith in and out of his pussy while he desperately struggles to stop me. Choking him while I make his tits bounce from the force of my hips slamming into him. And laying my body weight into him as I pump him full of my litter.
I just wanna own a guy's cunt like that. While he begging me to stop and spurting on my length against his will, I wanna mark my territory with my cum and get him so fucking pregnant
I want him to always remember the feeling of me tearing off all his clothes and how my jeans felt brushing against his ass as I pumped his womb full.
Whining, “stop itttttt,” with something on top of you gripping your hips and cumming for ages while you watch your belly drop trying to take all of its load. Feeling its balls against you endlessly pumping and its whole cock throbbing deep in your tummy. Already well knocked up before it even thinks about pulling out.
its your job to spread your legs and take load after load of thick hot cum, right? its your duty to fill your womb with as much cum as possible so it rounds out with babies!! there's no reason to deny it, you're supposed to swell up with milk and kids.
you'll be soooo so pretty if you just open up your pussy to whoever asks and let them plant their seed inside of you i promise!! i know youd get so horny hearing somebody groan "get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant" in your ear as they fuck you raw and hard. making sure they're balls deep when they cum inside you to make sure not a single sperm is wasted
its gonna feel so good to rub a big taut belly all day. pumps suckling on your puffy, engorged nipples to express the milk you're producing. its gonna feel so so good to have a fat baby bump spreading your thighs apart because you let someone claim your womb as their own. imagine how good its gonna feel to be stuffed full. all you have to do is spread your legs, maybe poke a few holes in a condom... c'monnnn
!! OP'S PRONOUNS ARE HE/HIM !! THIS POST WAS WRITTEN BY A TRANS GUY !! THIS IS NOT A DETRANS/FEMINIZATION POST !!
Thinking about bellies so full that they are lopsided. Heavy. Aching.
Movement is painful and unpredictable. Hard enough to pull and tug at the skin but not yet break.
Who knows how many are inside? The movement is too rough and it hurts to touch, to try to feel. It hurts more and more as they grow. And push.
And the belly gets more and more uneven and tight and painful and the movements get stronger and more unnatural and the pressure . . . The weight . . . Oh God.
what if... egg pregnancy that takes a while to actually start growing. you have an encounter with some kind of monster, and during the process they end up laying their eggs inside of you, but they're so small and it all feels so good you don't even think about it. some weeks pass, you're back home, cleaned yourself up after your little escapade- only for your belly to suddenly start rapidly swelling. you pant and moan as your belly grows, going from completely flat to full term in no time at all. the growth stops by the time you look overdue, and you try to catch your breath, only to be overcome with a strange sensation in your stomach and the feeling of something slipping down
Lying on his side, he wheezes for breath, head resting in your lap as you gingerly rub his swollen belly. A rumbling gurgle emits ominously from deep inside him and he moans weakly, body writhing in discomfort. The surface of his belly writhes with him, the skin rippling in waves like a boiling pot of water as the creature inside him expands several inches outwards. His tummy stretches further as it pushes out, forcing more pressure underneath his bulging navel. Its movement is sickening, and he gags and retches desperately, but his stomach has been empty for days, its contents forced up by the sheer size of his womb. It settles briefly once the growth spurt ends, and you can hear him weep softly into your thighs. His broken voice begs for mercy while his hands grasp onto you for support, “h-hurts…. i-it hurts so much,” his pleas so weak they’re barely audible, “please, it’s t-too big…… please make it stop…. my tummy, m-my tummy, t-too much…” He only has moments to breathe before another growth hits him, signalled by another cacophony of deep violent gurgling. His hands fly to his belly as it swells, helplessly clawing at the red, splitting skin in agony, unable to stop the horrible tearing pain of being stretched beyond what should be humanly possible. He thrashes wildly and all you can do is hold his small, writhing body as you wait for the growth to slow, watching in horror as his belly creaks and groans from the immense pressure within. You can only wonder how much longer his body can last. Judging from the deepening stretch marks lacing his thin pale skin, you fear the creature will be making its exit soon, one way or another…
I just NEED more centralization on the kicking of pregnancy, the pressure, the feeling of your belly being overtaken by the little bulges of the life inside maybe getting cut off mid protest by the sheer force of a kick. Them getting antsy just feeling their other parent’s presence. Weirdly specific part of the fetish jbut feeling your belly grow a little bit each kick. A solid thud against your belly and suddenly a little jerk as your belly groans a few centimetres??? Idk it’s just so good
Oh my god I love the thought of pregnancy movement soooo much too nonnie. Just the fact that's its undeniable activity/proof that there's something alive inside your stretched out middle is so attractive. Already stretched skin undulating with life as the babs/litter inside you perpetually squirm. Being able to feel every shift of movement inside you as they writhe. Just knowing you're carrying something alive? And then not knowing how many you've got crammed in your overstuffed pregnant belly. And all you can do is wonder as more and more different sources of movement start making your belly more misshapen.
AND WAIT, I just registered the belly growing every time you feel a kick prompt!!!
TW: allusion to captivity, dubious consent
"I'm going to pop you today," I murmur, running my hand over the curve of his swollen belly. The skin is stretched taut, warm under my palm, the faint throb of a pulse beneath it. His breath hitches when my fingers dip lower, tracing the stretch marks that fan out like cracks in porcelain. He doesn’t pull away. He can’t.
His thighs part instinctively when I press between them, the slick heat there betraying him. The scent of him is thick, musky, ripe with pregnancy and arousal. I drag my knuckles through the wetness, watching his stomach jump as he shudders. "Still getting off on this, huh?" My thumb circles his clit, slow and teasing. "Even now."
He whines, high and desperate, hips twitching up into my touch, pushing his back against the bed. His chest has become tits, and they are heavy, leaking, and I squeeze one just to hear him gasp. The dark pink of his nipples is almost purple, sensitive from pregnancy hormones. I pinch hard enough to make him cry out, but his groin jerks forward and a dark flush spreads down his chest. His body responds so clearly to me.
I spread his legs wider, kneeling between them. He obeys with ease. The head of my cock nudges against his soaked hole, and he tenses at entry, not to resist, just the instinctive clench of a body too used to taking me. I push in slow, savoring the way his cunt grips me, hot and greedy. His belly bumps against mine as I bottom out, and he lets out a broken moan. "Fuck," he breathes, voice wrecked. "Fuck, fuck..."
I drag out almost all the way before slamming back in, making him arch off the bed. His swollen stomach bounces with the force of it, his tits slapping down on the mound, nipples hard and beading. The wet sound of our fucking fills the room, mingling with his choked gasps. He’s squeezing around me like he’s trying to milk me dry, the back of his thighs trembling against my hips.
Leaning over him, I press my palm flat against the underside of his belly, pushing up slightly, just enough to make him whimper. "Think this’ll break your water?" I grind deep, twisting my hips to rub against that spot inside him that makes his toes curl. His whole body jerks, a ragged cry tearing from his throat as he cums, cunt pulsing around me. "Fuck, you’re real close," I growl. "Aren’t you? Close to cumming. Close to popping."
I don’t let up, driving into him harder, the bed creaking under us. His hands scramble at the sheets, his back bowing as another orgasm rips through him. The slick gush between his thighs wasn't just arousal now, his hole keeps clenching rhythmically, his breath coming in shallow pants. "Please," he sobs, voice wrecked. "Please, I can’t..." But I don’t stop. Not until I’m buried inside him, spilling deep as his stomach tightens under my hand.
His belly quivers, and I watch his face twist in confusion before realization hits. His water was leaking and now breaks in a warm rush between us, soaking the sheets. He whines, thighs trembling, his hole still fluttering around my cock. "There it is," I murmur, dragging my fingers through the mess. "That's a good boy. There is it." He looks wrecked, tears streaking his cheeks, his beat red, swollen gut heaving with every breath. "You’re gonna push for me soon, aren’t you?"
I pull out just to watch his cunt twitch, gaping and slick. He whimpers when I shove two fingers back inside, curling them deep. "Fuck, you’re not so tight anymore," I groan. "Your body is getting ready." His hips jerk, oversensitive but still hungry. I scissor my fingers, stretching him wider, feeling the way his body fights to clench down. "You wanna cum again? Before the real work starts?"
His answer is a broken moan, his thighs shaking as I rub his clit with my thumb. He wouldn't say no even if he could. He’s so close. I can feel it in the way his breath stutters, the way his cunt grips my fingers like it’s begging for more. I lean down to bite his nipple, hard, and he screams as he cums from that alone, his stomach tightening in a way that’s not just pleasure anymore. "Good," I whisper against his skin. "That's my good boy. Let's get this baby out of you."
I flip him onto his hands and knees, a task much harder now than it was 10 months ago, despite his full submission. His swollen belly hangs heavy beneath him, resting on the bed. He gasps when I shove between his cheeks, his pussy still throbbing from his last orgasm. The angle’s deeper like this, and I can feel the way his body tenses around me with every contraction. "Push," I order, slamming into him harder, my hands gripping his hips. "Fucking push." He sobs, but his body obeys, his cunt clenching rhythmically as he bears down.
The head of my cock pushes through his ass cheeks and I know he is hurting from his other opening. His whimpers are raw, his fingers clawing at the sheets. But both his holes are still slick, still hungry, and when I reach around to stroke his t-dick, he breaks, another orgasm ripping through him. "That’s it, bitch," I growl, feeling his body squeeze me impossibly tighter. "Take it. Take all of it."
His scream is ragged when the next contraction hits, his stomach visibly tightening as his cunt convulses and bulges slowly. I can feel the shift inside him from below, the pressure building, and I don’t pull out from his ass, not even when he sobs my name, not even when his body locks up, his back arching as the first real push tears through him. "Fuck," I grit out, thrusting deeper, my fingers digging into his flesh. "Let me feel you work."
His thighs are slick with sweat and amniotic fluid, his hole clenching in waves as the baby crowns. The stretch is obscene, his body opening impossibly wider around the child forcing its way out. His t-dick twitches untouched, I flick at it and give his belly a pat, producing a wet echo. His breath is coming in short, panicked gasps. "You’re doing so good," I lie, not really knowing. My voice is rough, my hips are still moving, fucking him through it. "Just take it."
The moment the baby slides free, his body squeezes down hard, greedy, even now, milking my cock as I groan and spill inside him again. He collapses onto his elbows, trembling. The newborn wails between his legs, and he attempts to move down to see his baby, but I don’t let him and I don't pull out, not yet. I stroke his t-dick from behind instead, slow and teasing, watching his spent body jerk. "Baby is fine. You're going to give me one more. One more," I murmur, pressing my lips to the sweat damp curve of his spine. "Just one more. For daddy. Then you can admire my work."
He sobs when I start moving again, his oversensitive body clenching weakly around my cock. His belly is softer, deflated, his tits leaking, but his body responds anyway. Always so fucking eager. I fuck him slow this time, dragging it out, savoring the way he moans and whines with every thrust. "You’re mine," I remind him, fingers tightening around his t-dick, turning to a violent pinch. "Always." His broken moan, louder than the baby now, is answer enough.
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sex pollen x rapid pregnancy
scientist are trying to fix the bee extension crisis by creating an aphrodisiac to help queen bees repopulate. It works, but in the process, the accidently end up infecting themselves.
The queen bee does repopulate the species, but ends up creating super bees. I guess a couple of scientis got stung then boom, there fucking eachother and now they end up rapidly pregnant themselves. A couple of bees end up escaping, and now any unlucky person who gets stung has a long day head of them..
Trying to force-fix things humanity broke and end up making evertyhing worse. Classic.
Although, experimenring on nearly extinct species directly was out of the question. After all, one mistake could just doom their entire species instead of saving them. Instead, the scientists would need something bees are associeted with, something they are know like and even need on the nautral basis. Something like...
Plants. Or to be more precise, flower pollen. That would be the medium through which the scientists affect the insects.
But the time was ticking, and the bee population kept on decreasing. Rush was crucial here, and so was precision. They could not risk giving their experimantal solution least they were sure it works.
It took a few weeks, but they managed to artificially grow a flower that produces pollen enhanced with genome of a hive queen's reproductive instincts. In theory that should kick off bothher workers and the queen herself into repopulation frenzy.
As much as they would want more testing of the solution, there was no time left for it. The world population of bees outside of this facility has already dropped so low the media talk about just a few hives remaining in the entire world.
So, with hopes high and prayers in hearts, the flowers were introduced to the bees who quickly brought it's pollen back to their home... and it worked!
The bees experienced a sudden population growth, doubling, even tripling their larve production within minutes, an outcome far exceeding any estimation!
Oh the joy and happieness the scientists felt, driving them into a premature celebration right then and there. Big mistake in any laboratory. Their sloppy behaviour starteled bees, kicking of the protective instinct to sting the intruders.
But the stungs, uncomfortable as they might have been, did not stop the jubilee. The party continued, turning personal, intimate even. Scientist on a scientist, man on a man, the joy turned into a lustful choreography spread across every part if the facility, both in and out.
Everyone with everyone, some in pairs, others in groups, so entranced they were none has recognised something was off, at least not in the manner not caused by their erotic behavior. Each man whose been taken, his stomach visibly swelling within minutes, maybe even seconds, turning their moan and groan filled farce of lust into a belly-touchy commentary on breeding and due dates.
By the time they all got back to their senses, they were all heavyly round, swollen abdomens weighting them down as they try to figure out what has happened to them. Task of uncertain difficulty, but constantly disturbed by their newly found inability to focus without additional carnal activity every few minutes.
The answer? Each and every one - Pregnant. Gravid. Expecting. Wombs filled by a man standing just a few feets away. Bellies round and heavy with offspring. Guts stuffed with life squirming within.
Further tests revealed an unexpected truth, one relating directly to their bee-task. While their solution did increase the repopulating capabilities of bees, it didn't do it by making the queen lay more eggs, quite the opposite. Upon interaction with the queen, the male workers became capable of getting pregnant with her, trait that apparently can be shared with different species through stings.
That is an amazing discovery both in terms of bee-saving efforts and human fertility! Since the scientists were the only few ones affected, giving them the oportunity, and potentually unlimited ammount of bees, to fully flesh out the outs of this scenario... at least in between the moments when their lustful tendencies act up.
At least that was their wishful thinking. With their erotically careless state, they managed to let a few insects out to the outside world, spreading the genetically modified pollen to mix with other plants out there. The bee extenction might soon be no more, replaced instead by a stung-spreading infestation of masculine population causing unending lust and rapidly gestating pregnancies.
One man-made problem fixed, another man-made problem created. Classic.
His form held above the ground, hands and legs wrapped in place by slimy appendages.
Soft slithering limbs birrowing below his outfit, curiously they explore the surface of his skin.
Side to side he sways and struggles, futile efforts to free himself from the tendrils' grasp.
The creature strangely amused, though not by the moans and grunts of his struggle. Its attention drawn by the peculiar wobbles of his distended stomach following the erratic movements of his body.
Determined to witness more, the limbs pulled away the fabrics of their subject's clothes, the curved surface of his belly exposed for further observation.
For a moment, the being stopped, its movement ceased as if eyeslessly observing the scene in front. Swollen orb of a gut hanging heavily from the man's frame, so vulnurable yet powerfull.
Slightly higher, his chest breathing deep and quick, a sign that his body taken its meeded break from the struggle. Above all, face contorted into a mischievously wicked grin, not from discomfort or exhaustion, but and regrettable enjoiment of not being the one in charge.
The brief inspection leaving the thing yearning even more, it pulls its examinee's legs upwards for a new angle of observation.
He grunts and he growls, the weight in his body shifting with the whim of the other until his back bends inwards from the immense pull downwards by his dangling belly.
With the new position, the man's stomach redefined, reaching shape rounder and even on all sides, much to the amusement of his captor.
Finally reaching curiosity beyond mere watching, a wayward tentacle pokes onto his belly and immidietly contracts back, it's expectations of soft and squishy surface met by strange tenderness instead.
As the initial shock ceased, the appendage is back and pressed onto the strange surface of its subject, point by point exploring every inch of it.
Smooth skin stretched over the outward stomach, the tendril moved along its area, amused by its peculiarity. The man moaned in reaction to the touch, rubbing movements pleasant enough for him to relax.
And then, unexpected, an equal force pushing from within the man's belly. Every touch, every place, the outward movement reacted, meeting the tentacle wherever it went.
Entertained by the behaviour, more of the tentacles joined the game, all pressing onto the surface of the man's gut, unaware that they have caused the first movement from the pregnancy he carries within his womb.
As the creature's atention diverged onto the play, its grip has been loosened upon the man, granting him a chance to free himself, should he want to.
Alas, he chose to stay. The need for escape gone the moment the creature shown the interest in his gravid state, the pleasure of having his womb worshipped overshadowing any need for freedom
been thinking about a sort of rapid pregnancy concept
instead of a steady growth throughout the whole 9 months, you do one month of growing all in one day and you stay like that the whole time until the next month.
just imagine: finishing your first trimester and the day you’re officially past three months along and you do progress all the way into your four month belly in one day, having to deal with that for the rest of the month. each month the rapid growth is so much more dramatic. going from walking with a cute bump to waddling and feeling all that new weight on your pelvis in one day oughhhh
getting pregnant and hiding away from the world when your belly starts getting too big to pass off
watching yourself grow bigger and bigger in the privacy of your own home
not even your biggest t-shirts fit
getting all of your affairs sorted out beforehand so that your only job for those last couple months is to grow and push it out
seeing all of your friends out living their lives on social media while you're hiding a baby belly in your apartment
ignoring their texts/saying you're busy with work
waking up one morning with your belly dropped and more distended than ever. really facing how big of a mistake you have in there. holding it in your hands, standing in front of the mirror. really looking at yourself
regretting everything but it's too late
giving birth alone and scared
dropping it off somewhere safe in the dead of night
and then, after a few days of frying your brain with back-to-back sitcoms while you heal a bit, trying to get your milk to dry up, going back to your life as if nothing happened
after a few months of healing, calling up its father and letting him use you again. it feels so good, you missed this--besides, what are the odds of it happening again?
rapid preg but its eggs. when theyre first deposited they're like peas, just tiny little eggs that barely even show.
the growth comes in bursts. you're going about your morning when it surges out, enough to push out your stomach and make you very aware of the weight now growing inside you.
another a few days later. your stomach gurgles and then you're noticeably rounder, noticeably heavier. whatever is growing inside the eggs squirms and you've started to feel them shift.
with the next burst, one that happened in your sleep and left you soaked and so heavy it makes getting up a struggle, you're starting to worry.
you dont know how heavy they're going to get, how round and stretched, and you certainly dont know how long you're going to be carrying them for
I don't think there's anything hotter than rapid pregnancy. Your belly suddenly feels full, the skin stretching around the baby - or babies, if you're (un)lucky - as they grow inside of you. You feel little flutters that slowly turn into little pushes and nudges, getting stronger until the shape of little limbs are forcefully pressing out of your now heavy and distended belly. A growing pressure behind your belly button presses it flat and then out, the shape of it visible through your shirt as it slowly rides up until your little bump of a navel is fully exposed, adding to your obviously pregnant look along with the darkening line running down the center of your belly beneath it. Moments ago, your shirt fit perfectly, and now it clings uselessly to your swollen chest as your tits fill with milk for the babies you didn't know you were having, bunched up above your very pregnant belly, full of kicking babies.
