underrated aspect of birth is the fullness. the weight and stretch of the huge baby inside you before you even start crowning. the way it's just so fucking heavy and it's inside you and you can feel it whenever you move. fuckkk
"Another." Your voice is flat. Your concentration is focused ahead on the computer screen, but your body is hard at work, attending to another matter. The machine behind you whirrs, and a few moments later, a large mass is inserted into your cunt. Your whole body clenches, but you do not lose composure. Pressure and reflex in tandem bring the object inside. It quickly passes through your cervix, joining the others in your womb — the hibernating forms of deep space colonists, each of them bound in an artificial caul, like overgrown fetuses. You intercepted their vessel, overriding the security systems that would have awoken them in case of an emergency. But this is anything but urgent. You're taking your time, allowing your body to adjust for each new deposit. You will not stop until each colonist is secured in your womb; they belong to you now. According to the monitor in front of you, you're not even a third of the way done, and already your belly is massive, stretching out before you like a bizarrely organic art piece. It is a work of art... and it's not even close to completion~ "Another."
it was a pleasant surprise when i stumbled upon this ship in my neck of the star system. i had been growing bored of my life of lone travel. with nothing to do and no one to interact with i had begun to wonder if i made a mistake going out on my own.
this system had been too easy to override. how could something this primitive be left unattended while these passengers were in hyper-sleep? i was tempted to wake up the captain to question them about their negligence but my mission is more important. i needed to intercept this ship in order to steal the passengers. all for personal gain—you can't populate your own planet without a planet's worth of denizens to inhabit it.
my stomach has stretched far beyond any means that were deemed safe. if it wasn't for my alien DNA and nanotech space suit i wouldn't be able to stretch nearly this much. i feared at one point my capacity would hit soon—there couldn't possible be a way for me to carry the thousands that were sleeping in their special pods. yet with each passing transfer and the subtle undulation as the next pod entered my uterus, i still seem able to contain these heavy pods with ease. i'm so numb to the sensation now that my body is on autopilot.
Unbirth but never letting them out so you can stay perma preg and always producing milk~
I look beyond overdue, my belly nearly triumphing over the entire rest of my body… The vast majority of every day is spent entirely in bed, bemoaning my predicament. I’m constantly on the brink of labor, groaning low and long as ‘Braxton Hicks’ contort and contract my belly, the outline of what grows within almost frighteningly visible at some points. My tits hang heavily on either side of my massive midsection, threatening to spill thick cream at any given moment.
I had agreed to be a surrogate for a strikingly attractive gay couple, as the two had posted online wanting a third partner to help grow a family. Selfishly, I wanted nothing more than to be pregnant and to be able to pass off the inevitable responsibility nine months afterwards to anyone else. I figured it’d be all the better if they’re willing parents. Some short correspondence later, I met them in person — it was almost uncanny how beautiful the two men were, even moreso than the pictures. The taller of the two, a lithe, dark-haired man with a voice so deep and soothing it felt hypnotic, introduced himself as Thorne. His partner, still taller than myself but only reaching Thorne’s shoulder, neglects to speak. However, he more than makes up for his height; he’s built like a powerlifter, and the way he stared made me afraid he might snap me in half.
My nerves aren’t totally unfounded — being spread open on both their cocks at once that night certainly threatened to split me in two, and the next night would test me even further. It’s saccharine torture as Thorne sits me in his lap, tugging and twisting at my nipples while the other man sits between my spread legs, slowly and deliberately playing with my tdick. It felt like hours, and eventually I was so wet I could swear that slick was gushing out of me. I had long since screwed my eyes shut in ecstasy, and I couldn’t find it in me to open them even as something positively gargantuan aligned itself with my pussy. Steadily, at an agonizingly creeping pace, it pushed itself into me, and I found myself shocked by the lack of resistance. The stretch stung like hell, and even as it’s barely inside of me I felt heavier, but far from any desire to stop its insertion. An even wider section pushed further, and Thorne’s gentle praise and shushing was completely drowned out by my caterwauling as my hole was forced agape impossibly far. Thankfully, the rest slid in with mercifully less effort, and slightly quicker. My cervix had long since been shoved open, my womb breached and stuffed beyond capacity. I open my eyes briefly, and an orb of flesh towers over me. My entire body is sore, and I only register the wall of bloated, wobbling skin as my own belly when I dimly feel cold, slender hands rubbing circles in either side.
“What a perfect bearer… You hold him so easily~”
Thorne’s words echo in my head, having heard them nearly every day for the past three years. Even now, his hand rests on a fraction of the underside of my belly, idly rubbing back and forth. A particularly vicious cramp grabs at my overtaxed uterus, and I instinctively go to spread my legs, thinking it might finally be time… Yet somehow bearing down only makes my belly hurt more, and it even somehow manages to make my udders suddenly spray milk. I whine and whimper, huffing miserably as my sadistic ‘caretaker’ pushes my legs back together.
“He won’t be coming out for a long, long while… Why not do your best to get comfortable, rather than hurt yourself trying to get him out?”
its so crazy to me that i could get pregnant and my body will change. like its so exciting and hot to think of the fact that someone can just cum in me and make my belly grow so big
When I say "I want to be a baby factory." I don't mean I want to pop out 1-4 babies every 10 months...
I mean I want to be massively continuously pregnant, pumping out babies onto a conveyor belt, with my giant milk bloated tits attached to pumps draining into vats.
character who doesn't eat very well being tenderly cared for and they dont know how to handle it (nor the amount of food they've been given) send tweet
just imagine: a freshly bred femme in a dazed, fucked-out state; too tired and well-loved to move, while their body works to put my cum to good use. their voice hoarse from their whimpering and moaning, from their begging to be bred.
a few months down the line, they'd have a gentle swell to their midsection. their tits, slowly spilling out of old bras, and then out of new bras. a slight change to their gait; a constant hand on their rounded belly, a point of pride.
a few more months down the line, and they'd be gravid. tits too big, too sore, to wear a bra anymore. their belly, stretched to the brim, testing the limits of old and new clothes alike. one hand on their belly, and one on their back, to support their ever-changing center of gravity. their gait now a leisurely waddle, encumbered from the all-too-clear consequences of their breeding, all those months ago.
Inventing an OC on the spot for kink purposes: Lilac (they/them)
Thinking about Lilac getting hired at a hucow farm, being placed in front of a trough and knowing that once they're plump enough they'll be filled with brood. They weren't expecting to go so long without being knocked up, just how big did they need to get? Despite their whining, the handler, Jin, only puts thick toys inside them, even once they're big enough to lay atop their belly. After growing to a massive size and filling out most of their pen, lilac can see several other hucows being brought over one day, and they're not nearly as big, but clearly round with brood. Jin climbed up Lilac's gravid form, taking out the toy currently occupying their cunt, and began directing the round cows inside one after the next, making Lilac cum repeatedly as each one squirmed along the way. The cows happily push each other in deeper into Lilac's receptive womb as the handler explains that by keeping multiple cows inside of a bigger cow, they can get the same amount of milk while saving on space and pumps, and that once these cows were well overdue they'd be released and another batch of cows would take their place, keeping Lilac perpetually engorged. The spike in hormones along with the feeling of so many wriggling inside made Lilac dizzy with pleasure. Soon their breasts were swelling with thick creamy milk, a large pump and fucking machine whirring to life to satiate them.
The handler rubbed along the taunt swell with a grin as he climbed down, "What's our motto, Lilac?"
Lilac in a blissfully engorged state only let out a content moo in response, eyes glazed over as the feeding trough was refilled and placed close enough for them to reach.
"That's right, happy cows make the best milk. If you take good care of them we'll see about letting those smaller heifers out in another eight months. I should have a new batch ready for you by then."
The overfilled cow came at the thought, they were going to take very, very good care of their brood.
I want you to think about someone massive - belly stretching for dozens of feet; so large that they cannot move, but all of their needs are taken care of by others. Are they the last fertile person on Earth, the burden of repopulation resting solely on their shoulders? A pred who eats a whole town in single sitting? Someone who has unbirthed many, many people over the course of their life, and continues to add new additions?~
(I'm blending these options together, with a lil bit of sci-fi 💞)
Urso groaned as his whole body seemed to quake from the kicking of his pups, "Ahhh, I think it's nearly time..."
"You sure they're not just hungry, darling?" His lover purred, watching the movement of the pups.
"I literally just ate." He pointed to the peak of his swell, where some prey were clearly shifting around in his gut.
"Give it a few minutes, we don't want to get everyone riled up too soon." Lyra rubbed at one of the pup's elbows that was clearly jabbing Urso from within.
Urso moaned and leaned back, trying to get comfortable with his truly massive belly swollen out before him. He'd been enjoying life as an immobile broodmare for a long time, and had grown used to being at the mercy of his ever demanding pups.
Many many many years ago Urso had been just as human as everyone else, but for reasons beyond humanity's comprehension, energies began to change in humans. It seemed humans were the only ones affected by what was deemed a "time shift". Certain things in humans were too fast and others too slow, and nothing was consistent. Some had hearts that beat too fast and died quickly thereafter, some had skin that all but shed non-stop leaving them raw constantly, though most were sexually shifted, many would be quickly struck with sexual desire and then nothing, leaving people very rarely able to procreate, and most unwilling to risk the possibility of a child growing inside them in a few hours or a few years. As much as people feared being too fast, some were too slow, slow to think, slow to move, slow to breathe. Urso hadn't discovered what he was affected with, everything seemed normal, though he knew something was either far too fast or slow.
Whatever caused the time shift was never discovered, there were theories, but nothing concrete. Along with the change in time, some people began to see things that were previously unseen, Urso was among those lucky few. He was terrified at first but upon realizing that the odd entities did little more than acknowledge his presence, it wasn't too difficult to navigate.
The only time an entity spoke to him, it was some sort of wish granter, a genie or a fairy or something, notoriously untrustworthy, but with the state of things Urso couldn't exactly refuse. So many societies had collapsed into chaos, turns out humans don't handle an inability to enjoy sex well at all. What did he need to wish for in order to have some semblance of normalcy and safety?
He of course tried to wish for things to go back to normal, to undo the time shift all together, but the creature had refused. It didn't explain what the limitation of the wishes were which didn't help.
Ultimately, Urso could only wish for the ability to bless people with children that were unaffected by the time shift.
The spirit didn't refuse this, and with the wave of a hand they were in a beautiful open field, another wave of its hand and a huge stone building appeared amongst the flowers. Then it was gone. Urso, with no clue where he was or what to do, could only go into the odd building and hope to find an explanation.
It was a massive structure, like a palace, and was well stocked with food and medicines and many of the luxuries that had disappeared with society's collapse. The giant library looked like it would take years to fully look through, and much of it appeared to be contents about survival and life skills. As he finished looking around the entire place, returning to the biggest room inside, he still had no idea what he was meant to do exactly.
Then a group entered the place, quickly running into Urso.
"Is this place yours?" The man who looked to be leading the group asked. He was tall and rugged looking, long dark hair, muscles, tan skin, he looked like an actor.
"Uh, yes, I would say so."
"We've been sent here to help you with your wish." He held out his hand which Urso shook readily.
"I'm Urso. And you are?"
"Lyra. Nice to meet you."
He was introduced to the group and though he was still uncertain what he was meant to do, showed them around the place. Soon they were working together to make things more livable in what they were now calling home, saving seeds from their food stores and growing new food, taking the long trail to the nearest town to share their supplies, which through some magical means always replenished overnight. It seemed that the palace was nearly frozen in time, barely crawling forward at all, meaning those living within were effectively free from the time shift as long as they were inside. It wasn't long before more people joined them, growing their numbers and developing an odd culture of their own together.
Along with a melting pot culture, Urso also found himself receptive to Lyra's flirtations. The two were even better at leading together. As they had an unending supply of food, it didn't surprise anyone that they all looked healthy, Urso was happy that his wish seemed to include benefits. Their clear well-being attracted more people over time, and it seemed as more people lived there, the stockpile only grew.
As he was walking through the library looking for something to read he found an old tome that inexplicably fell off the shelf closest to him. It was full of information on bizarre magic, depicting all kinds of mind boggling feats. He tried showing it to the others, but it seemed they all lacked the eyes to see the unseen and couldn't read a word of it.
Pouring over the old tome for days, Urso found what he needed to do at last. Painting a series of glyphs on his skin and reading aloud the chant from the pages, his body began to change right before his eyes. No longer merely healthy, Urso was growing fat, moaning as he finished reading the chant and his body swelled wider. Quickly it became impossible for him to hold himself up, his muscles unable to lift such sudden weight, and he was stuck sitting on his widening rear.
"This isn't too terribly big..." He muttered as the growing finally stopped, he could probably move with some help. His body felt huge, but pleasurable. The soft skin, the stretch marks, the jiggle, it felt right.
"Lyra!" He called, hoping that someone would hear him through his door. He probably should've asked for someone to help him with this strange ritual. "Lyra! Anybody?"
He heard hurried footsteps before his door flew open.
Lyra stood in the doorway dumbstruck, eyes looking over the much larger man, "Are... Are you okay?"
"Yes, but I can't move. Could you give me a hand? There's a spell for weightlessness in that book there, but I can't reach it."
By the end of the day Urso was waddling about the palace, Lyra practically glued to his side.
"Just what were you thinking doing that alone? What if I hadn't heard you? What if something had gone wrong?"
"I'm perfectly fine, and you did hear me. Everything worked out, didn't it?"
"Was this what you were wishing for?"
"You didn't know before you came?"
"No. I just knew we had to come here."
"I wished for a way to give people children that didn't have the time shift."
"And what does that have to do with you getting so big?" Despite his less than polite choice of words, Urso could see the desire in his eyes.
"Well, it's a requirement to make my wish happen. I've got all the spells I'll need to make this work, but first we should explain it to everyone, let's have a meeting."
Urso explained to the others in the encampment what his plans were, and that he'd need sixteen others to complete the spell, eight willing and eight unwilling. Once he explained what the others would need to do in order to complete the spell, eight people readily volunteered, much to Urso's delight.
Eight other people were dragged to the palace while Urso set everything up in the massive central room they'd be performing the spell in. The people of the encampment bowed down before Urso as Lyra fed him each of the eight outsiders. These sacrifices were all kicking up a storm in his stomach but it was a thrilling sensation. He felt so full and had to gulp so hard to swallow them all, and yet it felt so good once each of them was inside.
"Now for the fun part." Urso smiled as he approached the eight volunteers, lowering his wet cunt onto the first one in the row, the spell he'd applied to his body allowing him to stretch to accommodate the sheer size.
The combined wriggling of the prey in his gut on top of the shifting volunteers being pulled into his womb was ecstacy. The glyphs painted on him glowed as his body accepted all eight of his new pups. He still felt positively gravid, belly stretched around all sixteen of them, it seemed his weightless spell was wearing off.
Lyra helped him get settled on a giant cushion before going to find some cream for his lover's over stretched skin. Urso could only sit there in bliss, his mind spinning with plans.
The powerful magic required eight willing volunteers to act as a harness to Urso's magic, from within his body he could steer their excess energy to others to form healthy pregnancies in anyone near him. The eight sacrifices in his gut were giving him the energy to make such a sudden transformation safely.
The pups inside his womb never regressed over the years, in fact they grew quite plump inside his spoiled body, and would eagerly move about within him whenever they got hungry or it was time to transfer their excess energy into others. Over the years, more people heard about the "fertile palace", migrated to it and found themselves well fed and heavy with children that would be free from the time shift. Some had no desire for children and were happier serving Urso or being fattened up and consumed to feed his huge swell. It was discovered that his milk was good at healing sicknesses and soon he was almost always attached to a pump.
Urso was content as a fertility conductor, planting healthy pregnancies into willing worshippers wasn't difficult work, and he enjoyed watching everyone grow. The children born in the palace were healthy and happy and had no trouble with the time shift. If he could've jumped for joy when it was first confirmed, he would've, the best he could manage was jiggling with delighted laughter.
"Hmm, Love, I think it really is time... Urp!" All the eager kicking of his pups along with his recent meal was a lot of sensation all at once, despite how huge he'd gotten, it wasn't any less intense now than it had been in the beginning.
"Alright, let's get everyone ready." Lyra opened a door and several naked worshippers made their way into the room, slowly approaching their benefactor's mountain of a belly. His belly towered over even tall people, and seemed to stick out so far, Urso couldn't see past it and his globe breasts hardly at all, but he didn't mind. This was what he wanted to be, after all.
One by one people approached and pressed themselves against Urso's huge body, as he directed energy into each of them they began to swell with brood and milk. Each one was nicely round as they waddled to an area of cushions to catch their breath. Urso could see that some were going to have multiples and others heavy singles, the energy he'd placed in them choosing randomly how many they'd carry.
As the last of the eager worshippers were filled with young, Urso felt his own pups settle inside him finally.
"Whoo, you boys finally tucker yourselves out in there?" He asked quietly, giving his heavy form a rub.
Lyra gave his belly a kiss before meeting his lips passionately, "Are you gonna fill people up long after the time shift is fixed?"
"I don't see why not to. Even once the time shift is gone, plenty of people will still want to be filled with babies." He smiled as his little ones seemed to finally go to sleep, "Besides, I can't let these pups out, this is where they belong."
"What if I told you that there's apparently another influx of worshippers arriving within the week." Lyra's eyes burned with lust.
"They'd still take a bit of time to settle in, get a bit fat, then I'm sure we could fill them up too. You like watching me fill everyone up."
"I do. I'll dote on you and these pups until the end of time. Even if everyone else leaves, I'm staying and tending to you and the pups. Now," Lyra kissed one of his chins, "It's time for dessert. You worked hard filling all these people, you've earned a reward."
"I love you." Urso grinned, tears pricked in the corner of his eyes, "You and the pups are the best part of my wish."
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