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

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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?”
Pregnant belly that never stops shifting and undulating because there are so many babies inside of it.
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
💕 The thought of someone so pregnant they just kinda moan about it, like there's not enough room inside of them for articulate thoughts
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.
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i love love love the look of a knocked-up femme.
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.
Sloppy animated version of the yoga buns.
"+" - part 8/9
(its available uncensored if u want here :3c)
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.