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Thinking abt lovingly getting kept in a basement for the sole purpose of a fucked up person wanting a pet to keep pregnant and push out babies for them <33333
They should invent a kind of sex that both partners get pregnant from
Feeling GRAVID, but room for you on this bed too.
Oh, thereās so much pressure!!!!!!
pregnant⦠full of egg rnā¦ š¦š¤¤
Honestly, I think the belly harness is officially a part of the ritual now. I loved filling this thing out slowly but surely. <3 Ugh, I have a new video up where I put almost 5 liters of compressed nitrogen into this gut to look this damn good! As per usual, I've got BellyFever <3
I will never get over how much I love belly inflation! Here is a beautiful new photo drop!
Hey ya'll! Some of you have been wondering where I got the belly harness! It's a chest harness from Amazon, search 'chest harness bdsm,' and it'll pop right up. I got a few different styles! I modified it slightly to fit me. This new video shows me using it... in detail~! More coming soon!
Much love, <3
Milk HIS tits!!! Make HIS tits overproductive to the point HE has audibly sloshing udders!!!! š¤
I tell you Iām ace and donāt want kids, so our indulgence in pregnancy kink will have to be confined to dry-humping and dirty talk. You agree because youāre a good partner, and you enjoy groping my belly while I rut against your thigh.
Iām a little shy when you first suggest the mating press, but you promise weāll stay in our underwear, and before I know it Iām on my back with the firm tip of your tented sweats slotting into the plush dip in the center of my damp panties.
A few weeks later youāre telling me how good Iāll look swollen with your babies while you tease the condom-wrapped head of your cock along my dripping vulva. You focus on rutting against my dick, but we both feel the ridge of your cockhead catch the back of my cunt opening more than once, even through the latex.
Since you always wear a condom, anyway, it doesnāt really make much of a difference to put the tip in a few weeks later. I whimper as you stretch the ring of virgin muscle right inside my pussy, and when you tell me itāll hurt a lot more when Iām pushing your baby out, I suck you in another inch as I cum.
The first time you jam your cock against my cervix, I wail and convulse beneath you. This is right where youād put your baby in me, you tell me, and I sob your name as my cunt spasms around you.
You make sure to get me really sex-drunk before you suggest going in raw. You throw out the condoms so that weād have to stop and get some if we wanted to go forward safely, and youāve been teasing my cunt and sucking my nipples for ages, murmuring into my chest sometimes, telling me you canāt wait until my tits are taut and full for our baby. By the end, itās me begging you for your unmuzzled cock. Just pull out, I say. Itāll be fine.
We donāt do it raw every time, but it happens often enough that I donāt think much of it anymore. And you really are good about pulling out, so itās been a while since I considered the consequences when Iām watery-eyed from how good youāve fucked me, and you say, god, wouldnāt it be hot if I filled you up? You had all of these points plannedāto remind me Iām on T (as if itās a contraceptive) and that I take birth control (as if itās still a contraceptive since you replaced mine with sugar pills)ābut you donāt even have to do any of that. Iām so lost to my desires that I beg you for your baby.
And you give it to me.
You hold me through my panicked crying and promise to help me arrange getting rid of it. You even wait until you see my hand run over my yet-unchanged belly before sighing, innocently, and saying itās a shame we canāt enjoy it while it lasts. Youād love to see me start to grow.
Iām properly showing when I realize Iāve missed the deadline. You manage to convince me it was my own forgetfulness, but youāre so gentle with me even as I berate myself. No, no, you say, Iām not stupid. I just have a lot on my mind. Your hands roam the curve of my belly as you promise me to let you take care of me.
At full term, Iām beached on our bed: groaning, miserable, clutching at the stretch-marked ball of flesh protruding grotesquely from my abdomen. You watch me around the corner, idly palming your aching cock. This has been the most erotic time of your life, a pregnant boy thing to play with whenever you please. A perfect carrier too blinded by primal need to see how stupid he is. And I smile at you, none-the-wiser, as you come to give me a kiss. You massage my belly and offer to make it better, fingers skating lower, towards my swollen pregnant cunt. I close my eyes and nod gratefully.
Youāre such a good partner.
awww hey is everything okay? you seem a bit down... you just got pumped full of eggs and have nowhere to go? thats okay! come with me, i'll take care of you! no need to feel embarrassed. it's my pleasure!
hm? whats wrong? your stomach feels weird? i can see why... your eggs are growing! look at that belly. lift up your shirt for me? oh c'mon don't be shy, let me feel! your bump is so warm... god look at you grow. yeah...you look properly gravid now.
your chest aches? do you need to be milked? hey, it's okay! no need to get all flustered like that! take your shirt off and lemmie check....yeah, look at how puffy and engorged those tits are. its deeeefinitely time to get milked. do you want me to rub your tummy after? would that make you feel better?
god look at that belly, you're practically ready to pop! you're seriously stretched to your limits here. could i... suck on your navel? just a little...? i know i know its so sensitive but you just look so cute on my couch pinned under your huge taut bump. its not like you could reach to push me away anyways... really? i can? thank you so much!!
what is it? your water broke? oh yay!! here, lay down and take your pants off. i know it's so embarrassing but they're gonna get stuck if you dont. you don't wanna have your pussy stretched by the same egg over and over, do you? haha, i see that blush! but seriously, strip and lay down.
theeeere you go! that wasn't so hard was it? one egg down! it was pretty big too. did it feel better when i was rubbing your clit while you pushed? yeah? oh i know you were so so close to orgasming. a few more eggs and then i'll let you finish, okay? i don't wanna tire you out too quick now! say... how many eggs did you get stuffed inside you? 20 you think? perfect, just relax and wait for your next contraction. i don't mind sitting here all night rubbing and sucking on your clit while you push! seriously it's no problem! just focus on the eggs, ok?
I wish I could keep someone pregnant forever, your belly slowly growing bigger and bigger through out the years, inch by inch...
Imagine that, you're just always pregnant, always swollen...no end in sight.
What Have You Done to Yourself?
CW: mentions of noncon
God, it consumed your every thought.
Night after night, the silhouette of your young, fertile body was projected on the far wall of your bedroom, colors dancing around you, scrolling endlessly on your laptop or your phone or whatever window you used to peer into the unsavory reaches of the internet. Your eyes glazed over as you took in their perfect forms. Full, heavy breasts capped with darkened, leaking nipples. Hips, widened, softened, altered down to the very bone underneath, gave these women shapes of motherhood and femininity. Their bodies were padded and plush, a byproduct of their natural inclination to feed the life growing inside them, a delightful, maternal plumpness that found its way to their cheeks, their chins (double or otherwise), their hips and thighs and rear and even the mounds between their legs. Most of all, however, your eyes were drawn to the image of their gravid, swollen middles. Your eyes naturally followed the curve down their torsos, out to the furthest extent of their shape. It didnāt matter how far along she was. If the women were barely showing, just a subtle dome that wouldnāt be out of place after a big meal, your eyes would still be drawn to the spot just below her navel, knowing the little life growing day by day inside it. Just as much, you enjoyed the sight of a woman on the verge of bursting, her skin almost reflective in its taut state, angry and red, covered in stretch marks as if she had been trying to claw at her own body for even an inch more space. In your eyes, in your heart, in the fiery core of your need, these women were perfect; they had the ideal figure; they were the epitome of everything that they had been designed by evolution to do.
It wasnāt merely an appreciation for their bodies, though.
You wanted it.
You wanted it for yourself.
You couldnāt stop thinking about yourself in her place. Whimpers rose out of you as you pictured yourself, swollen and heavy, struggling to lift yourself out of a chair like you had in countless videos. Arousal surged through your body as you imagined the aching fullness in your breasts, swollen several cup sizes beyond your current size, a tightness both inside from the swelling supply of milk and outside from the tightness of bras that show just how far your body has warped. You feared breaking the skin of your lip, biting so hard, as you pictured yourself from behind, womanly hips swaying with every step and an ass, doughy and round and soft, wobbling in time with the swishing of your hips. You wanted to watch yourself grow, experiencing, as so many so-called educational videos had described it, āthe miracle of motherhood.ā When you closed your eyes, you could see yourself standing in front of the mirror, watching as you move quickly through the stages, your body changing before your eyes. Nine months, forty weeks, passed in a matter of seconds, culminating in twin screams. One scream burned in your imagination, the first sign that youāre finally ready to bring your child into the world. The other scream echoed around your small, empty room, complimenting the spasm of a body wracked with orgasm, bucking and tensing your hips against nothing at all.
And as you laid back, breathing heavily, sweat matted to your forehead, a simple, familiar thought surfaced:
You wanted it. You needed it.
You needed to be bred.
It seemed so familiar and so obvious. You needed to be bred. You knew youād love it. You knew it would feel like the epitome of everything youāve ever done, every decision leading you to that moment. A constant and familiar thought, you assumed it would never change.
Until it did.
Until that night, when your friend was on top of you, thrusting into your needy cunt. His hands gripped your hips, holding them steady as he used your body. Animal. Primal. Lustful. Even if he didnāt know it, he needed it, too. Written into the very core of his existence, a singular and overwhelming desire to bring his progeny into the world and ensure the continuation of his species. No command could be so pure, no desire so honest. He didnāt have second thoughts. Hell, he didnāt have any thoughts, save for the repetition of the simple order to breed, breed, breed.
You, on the other hand, were no longer as sure as you once had been. As he filled you, as he touched parts of your body in ways that you had never experienced before, doubt crept in. Maybe it was just a kink. Maybe it was just a fetish, one to be enjoyed in abstract, something that happened to other women. Now that you were there, now that you were facing the reality of your entire life being upended over a single night of passion, that certainty was gone. You looked up into his eyes and found none of the friendly affection you knew, that led you to ask him for such a monumental favor. All you could see was a beast, rutting, claiming his mate. It was too much. You couldnāt take it anymore. You pushed on his shoulders, realizing for the first time just how much stronger he was than you. You tried to open your mouth to beg him to stop, but only moans would emerge, stifling your pleas in your throat. You stared into his eyes and hoped he could see the desperation behind them. In the end, all you could manage, was a hoarse, whispered āP-pleaseā¦ā Such hopes went unanswered as, a moment later, his whole body tensed. His fingers left bruises on your hips, the nails crescent marks. The muscles of his neck tightened. His jaw set. An ancient growl, echoing sounds made by ancestors tens of thousands of years hence, ripped from his throat.
A final thrust.
His cock thickened inside you.
And then
Your own body betrayed you.
The feeling of his cum filling you, pouring into your deepest crevices like molten desire, brought you to the edge yourself. In the dark room, bright spots burst in front of your eyes as your hips bucked up into him, delighted to finally do so against a warm body. Pleasure courses through your every nerve, muscles twisting and tensing. Nothing could have prepared for those feelings, your imagination utterly failing to do it any kind of real justice. Your head swam for a few minutes after, the room spinning around you, the only constants being the soft bed beneath you and a new feeling of fullness inside you.
The deed was done.
A test confirmed it a short while later, after days of agonizing unknowing.
His seed had taken root.
You had been bred. You were pregnant.
You would be a mother.
Now you stand in front of the mirror, watching as every day your body becomes a bit more foreign. You poke and prod at the softness slowly enveloping you. You watch as your clothes become tighter, so many of your shirts now leaving a band of stretched skin exposed, a bellybutton threatening to become smooth in just a matter of weeks. Your breasts ache in ways that no amount of massaging can ease. Every time you put on your favorite pair of jeans and feel how much closer they are to being painted on, you wonder if itāll be the last time you wear them. Similar thoughts arise when you lift your swelling body out of a chair or out of a bed, wondering if the next time you go down will be your last before⦠beforeā¦
You swallow as you reach down and place a hand over belly button, wincing at the rawness of nearby stretch marks. The time for wondering whether you wanted it or not is over. You have it: a life growing and occasionally squirming inside you. Flashes of worry move through your mind. Will you be able to keep your job? Keep going to classes? Will your friends support you? Will your family? Will you have to move? How much are diapers and cribs and clothes and toys and-
The only way out of the spiral is to shut your eyes tight and simply will yourself not to think about it, deep breaths bringing you back to reality. You swallow, your eyes slowly opening, looking at ruined body before you. Even after giving birth, this will be your body. Swollen breasts, widened hips, stretch marks faded but still present. The body of a mother. Young and mature in the same stroke. Your thumb slips into your belly button and your fingers curl underneath, grabbing the swollen mound.
What have you done to yourself?
Iāve filled out this dress a bit more in the past 2 years
Enjoy a before and after in this now - see through dress
Reblog to make all fake boys wake up tomorrow with massive tits they canāt possibly hide š
what all good fakeboys should look like
God I wish I could shapeshift just so I could flatten my chest when I need to, keep my a cups when I want to, and grow massive engorged milky breasts when im horny that donāt fit into my clothes and squirt at the slightest stimulation and bounce and jiggle when I move and