I can't stop thinking of being in a poly triad with two men as their little fuck toy.
Servicing two horny men takes up all my time and my pussy is never empty for long. Especially because they both want a big family.
They want to see me get big. Over and over again. A walking testament to their virality and claim over my body. There would be no way to hide what a giant, gravid cumslut I am.
Written by @pregnancyismykink in a short burst of inspiration. Let me know what you think :)
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“Hey George!”
The man in question turns his head towards Jacqueline just as she steps past the old iron gate of Hartford Cemetery, a huge grin on his face.
“Hello Love. You’re early today.”
He finishes sweeping the dark stone steps of the mausoleum before wiping his sweat.
Jacqueline nods, her backpack slung across her shoulder, dark black hair swaying side to side with each step.
“Got out of class early today. Figured I could get some studying done before my shift.”
George huffs, shaking his head.
“You youngin’s don’t get a break do you?”
Jacqueline chuckles, tossing her backpack into the small shed that had been turned into a small office/storage space for the living members of the graveyard.
“It’ll be worth it once I get my degree. At least I hope so.”
Studying to be a coroner isn’t easy, but she truly enjoys the work and the art. Even if her family thinks she’s odd for it.
“I’m sure you will do fine, Love.”
Jacqueline grins, winking at the older man. He winks back and then goes back to his job, cleaning up the gravestones.
She smiles softly to herself, taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air, to admire the sweeping field of the cemetery, still amazed to this day at the stillness that permeates the air. The wildflowers sway softly in the breeze, the most beautiful pop of color against the vast green and gray field. One day she would paint this field, in all its glory, but today is not that day. She has other work to do.
**
George waves from the open window of his truck as he pulls out of the lot, the grumble of the engine betraying its true age. Jacqueline’s own ‘98 Ford wasn’t much better so she really couldn’t judge.
She turns back to the graveyard, noting the way the setting sun shrouded the field in an orange glow, her favorite time of night. Truly magnificent. As was the sudden warmth she felt wrapping around her ankles and wrists, guiding her forward.
“I missed you,” she whispers. She can’t see it of course, but the presence always came to her, just as the sun set, just in time to watch it disappear over the horizon.
It guides her, a gentle push and pull on her wrists, guiding her deeper into the field, pointing her in the direction of the spirit next in line to be reincarnated.
The breeze blows through her hair, dancing playfully over her shoulders and around her waist, making her giggle as it gives her a teasing push forward. She’s never once felt fear of this…thing, even on the cold winter nights when she’s all alone in the middle of the fields. She still doesn’t know what it is, but she does know that she trusts it, and she enjoys the company.
There’s a gentle shove to her hip and she turns right, careful not to step on the graves as she passes. The sun disappears for the night just as she stops in front of a small, gray tombstone.
“Michael Ranier, born June 6th, 1965, died July 15th, 1965.”
The warmth around her wrists grows somber, drooping lower on her arms, making her shoulders heavy with the loss of such a young life. But she doesn’t linger on the loss, doesn’t let it dig into her.
Instead, she smiles, curtsying.
“It’s very nice to meet you Michael. How about I help you try this life thing out again?”
The warmth around her wrists grows playful again, clearly overjoyed with the change in mood. She would welcome as many souls as she could, and give them all the chance to try again.
She shrugs out of her jacket, her flesh prickling at the chill of the breeze, but it doesn’t bother her as she lays the fabric onto the ground and then sits cross-legged on top of it.
“Let’s do this, shall we?”
The warmth gives her a gentle push, urging her on and she smiles, closing her eyes.
The latin comes easy, slipping from her lips, a near silent whisper in the night. It flows from her tongue, just as it had years ago when she’d been chosen.
The air around her grows heavier, quieter, all of the lost souls pausing in their melancholy to watch as she invites Michael inside of her. The fabric of her skirt flutters in the wind and she shudders, continuing to chant the latin words that had been ingrained in her brain. The breeze grows stronger, a chill scraping over her shoulders, like claws down her back, and she shivers.
His life had been one of horror, one of pain and fear. She gasps as his life washes over her, filling her with so many painful, blurry memories. His life, though brief, was incredibly unfair, and she finds herself grateful to be able to provide him a new life, without so much fear.
“Come forth,” she whispers finally. Just as the words leave her mouth, she throws her head back at the sheer force of power surging through her. The world explodes, light and dark swirling through her mind. It never hurts. Never scares her. But it overwhelms her every single time she feels the first tendrils of the soul creeping inside of her.
It goes slow, creeping between her legs, pressing between them with a gentle but insistent force. She falls back to the ground, letting her legs fall open, welcoming the soul into her body.
It tingles, the chill of the soul mixing with the warmth of her slick, wet heat. But it also feels good. It slips past her lips and fills her up the way no man could ever dream. She spreads her legs even further, places a hand on her lower belly, feels the start of the swell, and she knows it will soon be heavy enough to make her unsteady.
“Come forth,” she whispers again, and the force grows heavier, making her gasp. Her chest is heaving, breasts heavy and aching to be held. The soul grows larger, and she watches as her stomach visibly swells, pushing against the thin fabric of her undershirt. Her skin stretches, her belly button pops, and then the world grows silent once more.
She lays there for a moment, her heavy breaths the only noise for miles. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of this.
“Hngh,” she groans, sitting up with clear difficulty. Seeing her belly from this angle is always her favorite. It sits so heavy in her lap, round and beautiful. She runs her hands over the swell, impressed at the size of it.
She doesn’t want kids. Ever. But she doesn’t mind giving these souls new chances. Would never deny them the right to come back and try again.
“You will have a much better life this time. I promise,” she whispers, rubbing her belly. A careful kick answers and she nods, a promise lingering in her heart.
**
“Jacqueline, I didn’t think you’d be in today.”
Jacqueline grins and shakes her head, her heavy coat covering her belly.
“I had some extra time so I figured I would stop by. How is the mother in room 6 doing?”
Jess’ smile falters and Jacqueline knows the answer before she continues.
“Dr. Langford doesn’t have high hopes. He’s going to speak with her this afternoon. He doesn’t think the baby will make it.”
Jacqueline feels her gut flip, the soul feeling how close he is to life again, and feigns worry.
“May I?”
Jess nods. “Go ahead. I’m sure she would like someone there with her.”
Jacqueline heads down the hall, footsteps loud in the quiet of the hospital hallway. Room 6 appears and she takes only a moment to brace herself before knocking on the door, plastering a smile on her face.
The woman in the room looks up as she walks in, her eyes rimmed with red, her cheeks pale. The soul in Jacqueline’s stomach flips again, anxious to get out.
“Hi Marianne, my name is Jacqueline. I’m a volunteer with the hospital. Is there anything I can get you today?”
Marianne shakes her head, clearly defeated. Her husband sleeps restlessly on the couch in the corner.
“I can get you some juice or water? Or I can sit with you for company. You are not alone,” Jacqueline says softly, sitting in the chair by the bed. “They call me a miracle worker here in this hospital,” Jacqueline says with a wink.
Marianne lets a small smile peek through and Jacqueline knows she has her opening. She continues to talk, just rambling on as Marianne listens quietly. She may not say it, but Jacqueline can see Marianne’s shoulders relaxing, her body losing the tension, even if only for the moment. Jacqueline continues.
While she talks, she lets her legs spread, her loose pants comfortable enough for her to spread them without worry. She can feel the eager soul already pushing through her, filling her once more. She has to hide the gasps, has to hide the pleasure she feels. She leans forward, holding Marianne’s hand, letting her legs fall open more.
Marianne cracks her first full smile at a stupid joke Jacqueline says and it gives Jacqueline the perfect excuse to hide her gasp under a laugh. The warmth grows wider and wider, and then it disappears, wrapping around her wrist once in thanks before disappearing into Marianne.
And just like that, her job is done. Michael will be born to a mother who will adore him, and who he will love in return. He will never remember the pain of his past life, but Jacqueline will. She will hold the fear for him so he can live without it.
Marianne falls asleep holding Jacqueline’s hand, her first restful sleep since coming to the hospital early with too much bleeding. Jacqueline sneaks out in the dead of night, looking back only once, and she knows the soul will be loved this time around.
**
At 7:32AM Marianne gives birth to a beautiful, healthy baby boy. He’s small, due to his early arrival, but the doctors say everything has developed perfectly. It’s nothing short of a miracle, they claim.
Jacqueline can’t help but smile to herself as she continues to organize the files, listening to Jess talk.
“She named the boy Michael. I think that is such a cute name,” Jess says, gossiping along. Only Jacqueline knows the true meaning of the name choice, and it makes Jacqueline’s heart swell. This is exactly what she was given this power for.
I recently tried to see what I’d look like pregnant and it gave me this idea, I hope you like it 💕 - Jude
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I stood in front of the mirror lifting up my shirt and running my hands over my stomach. You creep up behind me, smirking as a pout sprouts across my face. “Babe what are you doing?” “I just wish I could see what I’d look like pregnant. I think I’d look so cute with a baby bump, don’t you?” I look at you batting my lashes. You chuckle “we totally could, here give me a second.” You start digging through our closet, pulling out a very stretchy body con dress and a pile of other clothes. You help me out of my current outfit and pull the dress over my head and down on my body. You fold a large tee shirt up and push it up the dress towards my belly, making it look slightly pushed out. “That’s what you’d look like early on. Kind of like you are a really big lunch but we’d know it’s not.” I press my hands against it and it feels so firm, and almost warm? “This bump just makes it look like I’ve skipped going to the gym a few times. I want to see what I look like being pregnant.” Before I can finish my sentence you take a few items and fold them up, pushing them up my skirt, filling out the bump. As my hands drift over the bigger addition I feel your hands go up the back of my dress “what are you doing back there?” I giggle. “You said you want to see what you’d look like pregnant, and it wouldn’t just be a baby bump. You’d gain some weight in your ass and thighs, plus your hips would spread.” You explain as you add some padding to the other sides of me. I turn around and playfully scoff at you “my ass would not get that big!” “You’re right. you look like you’re four months gone currently, it would only get bigger from here.” I swear I can feel your hands grab at the new addition you’ve added. But that can’t be right it’s just clothing, right? You keep stuffing more fabric up my dress and I spread my legs apart to make room for the girth of how wide you’ve made me. I swear my back aches and every part of me feels so much heavier. “See babe, this is what you’d look like pregnant”. Your hands roam across my body and I shiver as you make your way to my large baby bump. I gasp as I feel how firm it is against your touch. “You know you really shouldn’t be standing this long in your condition” you kiss my cheek, and bring my hands to meet yours holding the weight of my stomach reaching out in front of me. I think it’s all fun and games still until I feel the flutter of kicks beneath our hands. You grin at me, and I know when I peel this dress off there’s going to be no fabric underneath, it’s just going to be my very pregnant body.
I've been in this space long enough to know I'm not the only one attributing my rapid preg kink to the sims ;)
So, here are some of my favorite storylines/challenges to play when I'm horny af:
1. Your spellcaster sim is cursed as a young adult to being incredibly horny until they're pregnant. They can't do anything except flirt, date, and bang. Once successfully impregnated, their mind clears and they can work on their skills and do other things. The "curse" can be cured by leveling to the top spellcaster rank and brewing + drinking an immortality potion.
2. Your werewolf sim is affected by the full moon a little differently... Instead of going into a rage, they'll burst into lust and fuck until the sun comes up. There's no cure for this one, your sim is just a horny beast and loves it ;)
3. Your sim is the town cassanova, impregnating anyone and everyone they can. Either just play that for fun, or, if you have get together, make it a challenge to fill a club with 7 visibly pregnant women at once.
I really only use MCCC to help fix things if the game is getting in the way of my storyline, so feel free to play how you like and just take these as inspiration! :)
(I also use it so that all woohoo is risky with a percentage chance of pregnancy)
AHHH LMAO no worries memes are made to be yoinked!! I was just very amused to see my anguish over my special interest in png form popping up on here !!!
Tbh, I thought my last animation would get lost to the void of the internet. I never could've imagined the response it got! Thank you <3 <3
So, what do you say? Should we fill her up, too? ;)
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