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Naomi Learns a Lesson

Summary: Feminist student Naomi is taught a painful lesson about her purpose as a woman.

This was not what Naomi had in mind when she imagined all the new experiences she would have in college. She had been excited to major in women’s studies and become a leading feminist agitating for women’s rights. Instead, she was learning a much more valuable lesson about her worth as a fuckhole.

Besides the much stronger athlete pounding her pussy, six others were lined up waiting their turns to rape her.

Her cunt became raw, and her throat was sore from screaming. The dumb slut’s sobbing pleas for mercy only spurred them to thrust their cocks deeper and harder into her unwilling pussy.

When they finally untied her hands, Naomi was too exhausted and despondent to move. Cum coated her inner thighs, tinged with blood as it oozed from her battered cunt. Her tits were sticky with jizz and even her hair was growing stiff from the cum sprayed on it.

Of course, she reported her all-night gang rape, but her attackers were too popular and well-liked. Naomi was ostracized and harassed as a vindictive slut who simply regretted willingly spreading her legs for so many men.

Her original pregnancy test following the rape was negative. It never occurred to her that the test might be wrong. She had thought that her nausea and weight gain were reactions to the long, futile process of seeking justice which had ultimately resulted in her reputation as an oversexed cunt.

By the time the roundness and rigidity of her belly caused Naomi to realize that she was, in fact, pregnant by one of her rapists, it was too late for her to have an abortion. The young advocate for women’s rights was forced to watch her abdomen swell against her will.

When she went into labor, Naomi discovered that her attackers somehow knew she was at the university hospital preparing to give birth. As she lay moaning and sweating from the pain of her contractions, she saw their smug faces in the doorway to her delivery room. She screamed, but no one paid attention because women screaming while in labor was not unusual.

One of Naomi’s rapists kept her silent with a large, strong hand clamped over her mouth, while two others held her down on the bed, squeezing her large, sore tits and twisting her huge, dark nipples. A fourth served as lookout while the fifth man raped her again, holding her legs open wide against her enormous belly as his cock rammed her dilating cervix. Naomi’s contractions grew worse as the first rapist shot her pregnant pussy full of hot cum. Two more jizzed in her laboring cunt before the imminent arrival of the doctor and nurses caused them to hurry away.

Nobody else had any idea that Naomi had been gang raped a second time while in labor with her forced pregnancy from the first attack. Before the crying girl could say a word, her water broke, washing the cum from her cunt in a vast deluge. As they put her legs up in the stirrups, everyone assumed Naomi was screaming hysterically about having been raped nine months before. They were only interested in ordering the hugely pregnant student to push so that she could give birth to her attacker’s baby. She howled in agony as her abused pussy spread wide open. She couldn’t seem to crown. Naomi would bear down, shrieking and sobbing, and her slit would stretch taut, but then the head would slide back into her bulging pussy. This happened over and over. Finally, she pushed so hard that she felt on the verge of blacking out. The excruciating pain of her pussy tearing kept Naomi in the moment, struggling desperately to give birth. After crowning, her rapist’s baby slid relatively quickly from the exhausted girl’s cunt.

Hours later, Naomi lay in the dark, the stitches throbbing in her pussy. She wept silently, unable to stop thinking about the nightmare the past year had been. Gang raped…forced to carry the baby to term and give birth…being raped again while hugely pregnant and in labor. She knew that no one would believe her about the second attack.

All at once, Naomi’s arms and legs were grabbed and held widely spread. In the dim light, she saw the familiar, taunting faces. “No, please!” she cried. “I’m torn! My–” Thick tape covered her mouth, wrapping around her head. She nearly fainted from the excruciating pain of having her ripped, swollen pussy raped. While her cunt was in agony, two of Naomi’s other rapists ripped her gown open and began sucking milk from her exposed tits. As repeated, violent penetration tore her stitches, the helpless girl realized that she would never be more than a hole for putting cocks in and pushing babies out.

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A Happy Accident Part 2

Part 1

You were six months along now, and massive. You and your boyfriend had discovered you were having twins, two baby girls. Rubbing your bump, you stood in the kitchen making yourself a cup of tea. That’s when you looked at the clock. He’d be home in five minutes. Smiling, you poured your tea and took it with you to the bed room. At this point, you could only waddle. You couldn’t even touch yourself anymore, and that made the time your boyfriend was at work absolutely unbearable.

So, you sat on the bed with your robe barely closed because it couldn’t quite cover you anymore. Taking a drink of the piping hot tea, you hummed happily and set it down on the bedside table. Sliding open a drawer, you grabbed your toy, and turned it on. It was a rubber coated, vibrating dildo. You tried to stick it in st first, but it couldn’t even go past your clit. You were just too big. So, you settled for awkwardly trying to press it against your swollen, dripping Pussy, but it wasn’t quite working, and you cried a bit in frustration. You were just so horny. All you could think about was the fire between your legs, and how there was no way to alleviate it. You tossed the toy across the room, and pouted, trying to cross your arms over your chest, but your breasts kind of got in the way. “Dammit!”

“Oh, my poor baby… all horny and no way to take care of it. Do you need master’s help?“  

You practically cried out in relief when you saw your boyfriend standing in the doorway. "Yes,” you lamented, pouting your lips out at him. “I can’t even use my toy anymore.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” He smiled, and started stripping out of his work clothes. His cock was already half hard, and your mouth watered at the sight of it. “Be a good girl and clean master’s cock up first?” You nodded excitedly, and crawled to edge of the bed before taking his cock in your mouth. He always tasted so good to you. Not like any other cock you’d ever had. This one was yours. This was the cock that had changed you into a breeding whore.

As you sucked and slurped, gripping his base, he suddenly stopped you. “Lay back, Darling. You did such a good job that master was ready to cum in your mouth, but that wouldn’t be fair to you, now would it?” You shook your no, and he smiled before leaning down and tenderly kissing your lips. You kissed him back, sighing happily. You could get used to him making love to you everyday after he got off of work. You could get used to being pregnant and constantly horny.

You lied back, your belly weighing you down, and smiled up at him as you felt a kick. His babies. His babies were inside of you. He leaned down and trailed kisses all over your body. From your neck, down to your breasts, to your tummy. He lingered, and rubbed his hand in circles over it. “You’re so beautiful like this, (Y/N.)” He whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling. So much.” He pulled back up, and leaned down, kissing you again, nipping at your lip. You gasped, and he chucked, reaching between your legs to play with you. You gasped, and attempted to buck into his touch. He kept fingering you, and slid two inside of you, his thumb circling your clit. You gasped loudly, and cired out, shaking and writhing. His lips were suddenly on your swollen, sensitive nipples, and you were cumming. You were cumming hard, squirting on his hand, and milk squirting from your breasts which he continued to lick at. When he was satisfied, he pulled his hand away, and sucked your juices off of his fingers, before slipping on into your mouth to suckle on.

Smirking satisfactorily, he spread your legs, and slowly slid into you. You moaned, and your eyes rolled back as he slowly began to fuck you. “Oh god,” you moaned, clenching at his cock every time he went to pull out. “Oh! Oh my god!” And he was still going so slow. You could feel every inch, and every vein. He began to pick up the pace, pinning you down. By the time he was going a steady pace, you were cumming and squirting your juices and milk everywhere. He was chuckling before soon enough, he was blowing his own load inside of you, right where it belonged.

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Erica grimaced as her maternity skirt gave up the fight and slid down her belly. He had done it to her again, and this time her biggest maternity clothes weren’t big enough.

She had already given him 8 kids in five pregnancies, but it was never enough for him. He loved breeding her and she loved being bred. As soon as she was in heat he bent her over their bed and fucked her as hard as he could.

“Fuck me baby! Fill me with your cum,” Erica moaned. As she felt his cock expand inside her she came hard. “Oh God baby! Make me huge!” she screamed. “Fill me with your babies!” She blacked out as he unleashed rope after rope of potent seed into her.

It was no surprise to her three weeks later when the test came back positive. She knew she was a good breeder. She was prone to multiples, so it didn’t catch her off guard when she started showing at 10 weeks along. But when she looked full term at five months along, she needed to know how many her stud put inside her.

Erica posed for her husband as he came home from work. Her maternity clothes giving up the fight and not containing her girth anymore. “Guess who put five of his squirming babies inside of me?” she asked.

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Imagine You're a Viking War Prize (Part II)

Part 1

The cold of late winter gives way to spring and you find yourself slowly settling into your new life.  

The transition is not an easy one.  The villagers here are less than welcoming at first, and they make you long for your own settlement, for the home that no longer exists even if you could return.  You realize now that you mistook the celebration the night you arrived for a wedding party.  An easy error, perhaps, since you didn’t actually attend, but now you realize that it was a celebration of victory, of conquest.  Your arrival, it seems, has not been without controversy.

That the Jarl has married an outsider is trouble enough, especially for the families with marriageable girls your own age, but to marry one with no family and no dowry is apparently unacceptable.  More than that, though, they perceive you as weak, frail, unworthy of your position.  You overheard some of the local girls gossiping one day shortly after your arrival, and their words have stuck with you since.  Can she even carry a child, they ask one another, or would it break those hips of hers?  What was he thinking?

For his part, your husband has been practically doting and you are surprised to find yourselves strangely compatible.  Den has given you free reign with his household matters, as is his right and your duty, and you have done your best to rise to the task.  

As you have learned Den’s home and your responsibilities, he has learned to ply your body with increasing skill.  You spend your days tending the sheep, spinning their wool, weaving it on the beautiful new loom Den has purchased, and your evenings stretched on the furs before the fire, Den’s fingers between your thighs and his cock stretching you wide.  

You smile to yourself, scrubbing one of Den’s tunics against the rounded, smooth cobbles along the shore of the river, and remember the last time you were together.  It’s been weeks, now, months even, and you crave his touch, especially now that your belly has begun to grow.  You weren’t certain before Den left with the rest of the raiding party, but since he’s been gone it’s become impossible to ignore.  Your heart leaps in your chest when you consider how he will react.  

Wringing cold water from his shirt, you wonder how he will take you when he returns. You know he will, especially once he sees the swell of your stomach. Will it be fast, you wonder, hard and unrestrained like that first time, or will he be cautious and tender?  

While he has been gone, you have been fantasizing, exploring the novelties of your fertile body.  It is responsive, more so than it has ever been, and if your fingers make you wetter than you can recall having been in your life, you can scarcely imagine what Den’s will do.  

Aside from that, though, you are…lonely.  It comes as a surprise to you to find that you long not only for Den’s body, but also for his companionship.  

Before you can think on it longer, activity from the center of town catches your eye and you toss the last of the washing into your basket, and get to your feet to investigate.  

“-less than a day’s journey away!”

“Spoils like you wouldn’t imagine-”

“And not a single man lost!”

The other women’s conversation dies down as you approach, but you have heard enough to know the news-the raiding party has returned at last. You push through the stone-faced crowd of women.  Their disapproval means nothing, especially not now.  

You make quick work of the rest of your housework, then decide to bathe.  If the other women are correct, you’ll have more than enough time.  It isn’t bathing day, but you can heat water over the fire inside the house and no one will be the wiser.  

Pot after pot you heat, until the wooden tub is full enough, then you tie the leather flap over your door shut and undress. Closing your eyes, you sink into the warm water and sigh in relief. Already, your joints have begun to ache.  It’s a bit early for that-you haven’t even quickened yet-but you find the water soothes your pains well enough.  Gathering a chunk of soap in your hand, you begin to wash.  

You run the soap through your hair, longer and thicker that you think it’s ever been, across your swollen, aching breasts, over the slope of your belly below.  You repeat the motions again, then again, and, when the soap slips from your fingers, you give up the pretense of washing.  Your nipples peak between your fingers and you roll the tender points of flesh gently.  They are larger than usual, dark and puffy, and your own touch makes you throb at the place where your legs meet. Sighing, you heft a breast in one hand, kneading gently.  Your other hand drifts downward, but you stop before you even pass your navel.

You should wait for Den.  It’s been so long you don’t want to feel another release without him inside of you.  Perhaps…perhaps a bit of teasing, just to ease the way.  

Licking your lips, suddenly dry, you trail your fingers across the dome of your stomach.  It’s firmer than you imagined it would be, the skin already stretching tight across.  You could swear the weight of it increases every morning when you wake up, pushing against your spine when you lay down and settling deep in your pelvis when you stand.  You’ve tried not to think about it too much, the way the weight shifts as you move, for the sensation makes you ache at the apex of your thighs.  

You linger as long as you can, caressing your skin until the water grows tepid, until you know you cannot stay here anymore.  

It is quick work to empty the tub, quicker certainly than filling it. Once that is done, you settle by the fire to braid your hair back, cross-legged, your belly filling the space between your thighs.  

A commotion outside catches your attention and your heart races.  The raiding party.  

Quickly, you pull your underdress over your head.  The fabric is light and gauzy-one of a new set of summer clothes you’ve been making-and it clings to your new form.  For a moment, you consider leaving it at that, letting Den see what he’s done to you in his absence, but you decide against it.  Instead, you will let him discover for himself.  You hastily pin your apron in place over the dress and drape a cloak over that.  

When you draw the leather door of your hut aside, Den is the first thing you see.  His back is to you, broad as ever, long hair spilling over his shoulders.  You lean against the doorframe, catching your lower lip between your teeth as you watch him directing the unpacking of a cart of spoils.  

He turns, then, and sees you.  You smile.

He says something you cannot hear to Ivar, his second, claps the other man on the back, and jogs towards you.  Before you know it, his hands are at your waist, pushing you backwards into the hut.  

Den kisses you soundly, wrapping his arms around you until you are engulfed by his body.  His hands are everywhere, your shoulders, your hair, your ass, pulling you closer until he freezes in place and you know he’s felt the knot of flesh between the wings of your hips.

“A good raid?” you ask breathlessly.

Den nods, setting you back on the ground.  “A bountiful success.”  His hands are tentative as they slide from your waist to your belly, tracing the shape of the bulge beneath your cloak.  “A success at home as well, it seems.”

You sigh.  “I wasn’t sure before you left, so I didn’t-”

Before you can finish, he has hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.  He walks the few steps to your bed and sets you down in the furs.  

His beard scratches against your cheeks as he kisses you, scrapes down your neck, across your collar bones as he pulls the neckline of your cloak as wide as he can manage.  You moan, already panting and lightheaded from his touch.  Between your teasing and the anticipation, you know you’re wet for him.  Begrudgingly, you push him away, just long enough to tug the cloak over your head and unpin your apron.  The pins are scarcely out before Den tosses the heavy wool away.  You make to pull your dress off as well, but Den takes the fabric in hand and rends the dress down the middle.

“I just made that,” you say.

Before you can protest further, Den drags his mouth, wet and hot and open, down the space between your breasts.  

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he says, nuzzling the side of your belly.  

When he reaches your hip, he sucks the skin between his lips for a moment and your breath catches.  

Is he-

He mentioned this once, just before he left, and you have hardly been able to think of anything else since.  How many times have you lain here, in this very bed, imagining what it would be like, you wonder.  His teeth worry the soft skin on the inside of your thigh and you moan.  He is, he’s going to-

Den’s tongue licks the length of your slit and your head falls back onto the mattress.  Gods.  All your imagining hasn’t even come close and-

You roll against his mouth.  His tongue swipes back and forth and you can feel a gush of wetness running down onto the blanket you finished weaving last week.  The tips of your fingers tingle and your hips writhe on the bed and-

Firm hands push against your hips, pinning them in place.  You still for a moment, breathing deeply to steady yourself. One of Den’s thumbs swipes rhythmically across the place where your leg and torso meet and you slide your fingers into his hair.  He licks again, up one side of you and down the other, then up and back again, slick and hot against your flesh.  

Now that your hips have settled, he moves one hand up your side, tracing the swell of your stomach.  He reaches nearly to your breasts, then drags his hand down the midline of your body.  His palm comes to rest centered over your navel.  

You look down at him and desire flairs in your chest when you find that you can’t see his face around your own body.  

“I thought you might be,” he hums against you, “when I left.  You hadn’t bled.”

You nod, breathless at his words.  

He plants an open-mouthed kiss against your bundle of nerves, suckling as he would at your breast, and you gasp.  

“I hoped you were,” he continues, sliding a finger into you and curling it upwards until you moan.  “I thought of you like this each night, wondered how round you’d be when I got home to you.”

His tongue begins moving again in earnest, circling and probing, maddeningly light, the firm, then light again until you think you might go mad from it. He adds a second finger, sliding it next to the first as deep inside you as he can reach.  You are close, so close, teetering on the edge until he sucks against you again and you tense and cry out.  

When you open your eyes, Den lies next to you, naked as you are.  His cock, thick and veined, juts proudly between you and his fingers trail across your abdomen, feeling the new shape of you.

“How round?” you ask. He frowns at you, circling a finger around the dip of your navel.  “You wondered how round I would be.  What did you expect?”

Den smirks.  He rises up onto his knees and motions for you to join him.  You’ve tried this once or twice before, and so you roll onto your side and get onto your hands and knees.  And then, finally, Den is there pushing into you.  You didn’t realize how desperate you were for the feel of him stretching you open until he was there, but now you revel in the sensation.  

It stings at first still, despite your preparations, but it is a different sort of sting than it once was.  

His hand cups your belly and draws you upward, so your bodies rest against one another.  “Not this round,” he whispers into your ear as he caresses your stomach.  “This is magnificent.  You’re magnificent.”

He thrusts upwards into you and your eyes go wide.  From this angle, his cock brushes something deep within you that has you pushing back onto him with every thrust.  The weight of your belly shifts as you do, rolls along with your hips and the pressure of it makes you throb with need. More than that, though, is the thought that this is what’s changed your body so: his cock inside you, filling you until you swelled gloriously with his seed, with him.  He has fucked you so well the whole world can see it now.  You imagine swelling more, rounding outward with each thrust he makes, stretching and growing as he moves within you.

You toss your head back against Den’s shoulder and draw a shuddering breath.  Angling his head, he kisses your exposed neck softly at first, then open mouthed, tongue gliding against your skin.  You need more, more-

“More,” you whisper and he thrusts hard.

Your fingers clasp around Den’s wrist and you urge his hand down between your legs. He finds the spot you want-need him to touch, and rubs it, a gentle counterpoint to his rapid thrusts within you.  

It is perfect. The pressure, the friction, the way his forearm brushes against the mound of your belly as you move with him.  But still…

“More,” you say again, louder, more insistent.  Den’s other hand moves from where it grips your hip to the firm underside of your belly, bracing himself to push even harder against you.  

You gasp sharply at the push of his hand against your stomach and you nod frantically.  Within you, Den hardens impossibly more and he moves harder, faster, circling his fingers deftly until finally you shudder against him again in release. A few more thrusts and he follows, groaning his climax in your early, and you collapse together on the mattress.

Sighing, you roll onto your side and tuck yourself into the crook of Den’s arm.  “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Good to be home,” he says.  “Feels more like home now.”

You press your lips together to hide your smile.  

“Was everyone kind to you?” Den asks softly.

You shrug.  It doesn’t matter what they think.  You’ll show them.  You rub a hand across your belly.  “You needn’t worry.”

“Good.”  Den presses a kiss to your brow.  He nods off to sleep next to you, his hand covering yours.  

You’ll show them.  

You will bear your husband strong, glorious children.

You are strong, and soon they will all see.

(Hi again-thanks everyone for your great response to part 1.  I hope you enjoy this as well!  It could probably go one part longer, if people would like that.  Let me know!  -Asphodel)

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Imagine You're a Viking War Prize (Part III)

Outside your hut, the wind howls.  

You stoke the fire, shifting the embers with a poker so Den has space to add another layer of logs.  Normally that job would be yours, but your husband has decided even that is too taxing in your condition.  A few weeks ago, you were frustrated with the limitations, but now you find yourself grateful for the rest.  Your body is stretched beyond your wildest imaginings, so much so that even the short walk from the fire to the wooden door Den installed at the beginning of winter leaves you breathless.  

Pushing against the door, you blink against a blast of icy air.  You peer into the twilight and see snow piling rapidly against the house.  

“Looks to be a good storm,” Den says, coming up behind you.  He wraps his arms around you, cradling your burgeoning belly.  “Another hour or two and I doubt the door will open.”

Sighing, you sink against his chest.  You’ve seen more snow in the past months than the rest of your life combined and you aren’t certain you’ll ever adjust to it.  “How can you tell?”

“I can smell it.”  You roll your eyes at him.  “We may need to keep warm.”  His hands press against your belly, stroking and kneading gently, as he nuzzles against your neck.  You flush warm, arching your back into his touch.  Your skin is so sensitive lately, so responsive to him, that you have to fight back a moan.  

You feel, more than see, the smirk that curls at the ends of Den’s lips.  This winter has taught you that your pregnancy and the isolation of a snow storm like the one raging outside make your husband insatiable.  True to form, his fingers trail down your arm, lacing through your own and pulling you towards your bed.  

Smiling, you follow him, checking your preparations for the storm in your mind as you go.  The animals are fed and sheltered in the barn, stuffed to the brim with hay and dried grass.  The door is closed and latched.  Den has refueled the fire and you have provisions piled in the corner-fixings for a stew as well as dried meat and bread, just in case.  

The only uncertainty lies with your child.  

Labor has loomed over your head, heavy and threatening, for days.  Even now, tightness ripples across your stomach, pulling at the muscles of your lower back.  It’s not painful, not very, anyway, but you spent enough time in birthing rooms with your mother, guiding the children of your old settlement into the world, to know that the pain must not be far behind.  The midwife here in Den’s settlement lives on the outskirts of town and if the storm is as bad as Den expects, you suspect that you and your husband will be on your own if your child decides to make its appearance before the weather clears.  

Den sits on the bed and pulls you with him, easing you down when your balance falters.  You roll onto your back, stretching your arms high above your head.  You shift your hips, watching the weight of your belly heave in response.  It is so heavy, so full and round that you can scarcely believe it is actually a part of you.  

But it is.  When you stand, it hangs low and full from your hips.  When you squat or sit, it pushes into the space between your thighs, forcing your knees apart.  And when you rest on your back, like now, it sits high and tight over your spine, the pressure making you throb.  

Your muscles tighten again, pinching and rippling beneath your skin and clothing.  The tightness passes, but there is a firm pressure that remains.  

Looking over at Den, you find him watching you.  His eyes are wide and, when you glance lower, you realize that he is hard, straining against the laces of his trousers.  

You need him inside of you, now.  Your belly is full, but below, between your legs, you are empty and aching and you need his cock stretching you open, pushing into you, drawing back out, making way for what will follow.  

Gathering the fabric of your dress and cloak, you pull it up and over your head, flinging the heavy cloth across the room.  You know that you cannot sit back up, now that you’re on your back, but you reach for Den anyway, tugging at his shirt.  

Soon, he is naked as you are, straddling your legs.  His cock is hard and thick as it pushes between your thighs.  The flesh there is slick already, a testament to your need, and he glides against you.  

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispers in your ear.  His hips snap, punctuating his words.  “Want me inside you?”

Taking his hand in yours, you press it below your navel.  “You already are.”

You drag his palm across your taut skin, like a ball of beneath your flesh.  He cups the bulk of it, thumb tracing your navel.  

“You’re so wet,” he says, dipping a finger between your folds.  “Does it make you wet to carry my child?”

You nod.  Reaching between your bodies, you take hold of Den’s cock.  It’s perhaps the width of your wrist, thick enough that even after all these months he stretches you tight when he enters you.  “Fuck me, please.”

Den takes himself in hand and brushes the head across you.  “Aren’t you full enough?”

“No,” you say, pushing your hips upwards.  “Never.  Fill me.”

He does, sheathing himself in your body in one quick thrust.  He nudges your legs apart, opening you wide.  

Where once you would have needed a few minutes to adjust to Den’s girth, you now push your hips upwards against his, begging him to move, to thrust into you.  He does, with fervor.  

“You’re so warm,” he murmurs into your shoulder.  “So soft, so hot.”

You squeeze around him, unable to get the friction you crave, and he moans, moves faster.  Your belly and breasts heave with the force of it.  He grips your hips, fingers digging into the flesh there, pulling you closer.  You feel his lips, warm, soft, gentle on your neck, a tender anchor in the midst of your frenzy.  

The feeling of him engulfing you like this, wrapped around your body, thrusting within it, rounding out your womb, is intoxicating, but the angle is less than ideal.  Your belly fills the space between you, keeping Den from reaching as deep as you need.  

“Roll over,” you sigh, pushing on Den’s chest.  He complies, taking you with him without even slipping from your body.  You spread your fingers wide, lacing them through the thick, curling hair that covers his chest.  You are struck by how small you are compared to him.  These days you feel enormous, but your hand barely spans the width of his sternum.  

Den lies between your legs, panting, and you focus on the beat of his heart beneath your fingers.  It slows as you sit unmoving, but you’re determined to change that.  You know Den likes seeing you like this, full of his child and taking your pleasure from him.

Slowly, you circle your hips.  

The underside of your belly brushes against Den’s, moving forward and back as you rock against him.  The rhythm is mesmerizing and Den seems entranced by the way your stomach sways with your motions.  You lose yourself in it too, rocking faster and faster, until it isn’t enough, never enough, and you lift up on your knees, until just the head of Den’s cock is still inside you, and then sink back down.

Den exhales shakily, and you feel his grip tightening on your thighs.  You rise up again, then drop again, then again, and each time you can see the control slipping from your husband’s eyes.  His hands climb higher, coming to rest on the place where your waist once was.  

“Let’s keep you like this,” he says, hands skimming over the great dome of your belly.  “Huge and round and heavy with my children.  You’re perfect this way.”

You think of it, really think of it, of Den filling you again once this baby has been born, of growing huge over and over again, and you clench around his cock.  “Yes,” you say.  “Gods, yes, yes.”

He grabs your ass, then, lifts you himself, and thrusts up into you.  Your eyes go wide.  “Do that again.”

The angle is good.  It’s deep and fast, and the sound of your flesh meeting, your gasping breaths nearly does you in.  You’re so close, and Den is fucking you hard and finally your belly tightens sharply and the rest of you tightens along with it.  You feel Den tense beneath you and cry out.  

After a few moments, your body relaxes and you slide off of Den.  Even though you’ve just climaxed, your nerves are still buzzing.  The pressure keep in your belly remains and you realize that you need more.  SIghing, you reach between your legs to touch yourself. It’s more of a stretch than it used to be to get around the mound of your stomach, but you manage to stroke the swollen, slick folds.  

Den pushes up on his elbow.  “Still?”

You shrug and glance between his legs.  He’s half hard still.  His cock twitches as he watches your fingers move and he pulls you into his side.  

His fingers nudge yours away, taking up the motions himself. There’s less of an urgency now that you’ve climaxed once, but the ache is still there and soon you find yourself writhing against Den’s hand. Kissing your neck, he rolls you onto your side and slips inside of you.  

He moves more slowly this time, hands roving circles over your stomach as it tightens again.  He presses above your pubic bone, lips against your ear.  “Do you remember the first time I fucked you?”

“Yes,” you say.  “I was terrified, but you made me feel cared for.”

“You were mesmerizing.”  His fingers slip lower, sliding over your swollen lips.  Something shifts within you, pressure pushing in counterpoint to his cock.  “So small.”

You laugh, rolling your hips.  “Not so small anymore.”

“This is better.  You were so small, you bulged out here,” he touches your belly again, “just from my cock inside of you.  Just from my seed.”

“I remember,” you groan.  “There’s a lot more of you inside me now.  I love the way it feels.”

Den’s fingers slip over the nerves at the apex of your thighs and you feel something building around the base of your spine.  It snarls with the tightening in your belly, rising and falling as Den moves inside of you.

You toss your head back against Den’s shoulder and take one of your nipples between your fingers.  The nipple is hard, the area around it puffy and swollen and when you squeeze it in time with Den’s thrusting, something warm and wet seeps between your fingers.  

You are struck suddenly by the inevitability of what is happening to you, the reality of the changes being wreaked on your body.  There is a child within you, Den’s child, and soon your body will force it out into the world.  Soon, you will feed it and care for it and watch it grow outside your body as you have watched it grow inside these past months.  The thought makes you feel empty and you push backwards against Den, drawing him deeper inside of you.

Suddenly, something shifts and the tightness, the pressure become pain.  It tangles with the pleasure Den’s fingers and cock are weaving between your thighs and you climax, hard and consuming.  

Gasping, you spasm around Den until the pleasure fades and all that remains is pain so profound that you cry out.  

“Eda?”

“I think it’s happening,” you say as the pain fades away.  “I think it’s starting.”

(Thanks again everyone for your great response to this story!  I thought this was going to be the last part, but it got away from me a bit, so the option was one excessively long post or two shorter ones.  I opted for the latter.  Final part coming soon!  -Asphodel)

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Imagine you're all tied up

Imagine you’re nine months pregnant with your first child. You didn’t want children at first but when you got pregnant your husband insisted you keep it. You’re so big. You’re tired and sweaty, your belly aching. You can’t wait to give birth but are terrified of the process.

One evening your husband comes home with a gift for you. It’s ropes. Being tied up during sex is something the both of you have talked about doing, but haven’t yet. Your hormones are making you horny like crazy, so you’re excited to try them to get your mind off of your giant stomach.

You strip, and lie down on your bed. Your husband lovingly ties the ropes around your hands and feet, tying you to the bed posts. Then he crouches down between your spread legs, and rubs his cock against your engorged clit.

“Please stick it in,” you beg him, needing him inside of you.

He plunges his huge cock into your wet pussy, and you moan at the feeling. He rams into you, the tip of his cock hitting against your cervix.

“Oh yes Daddy,” you moan. “You feel so good.”

He smiles and keeps ramming into you, as he runs his hands over your body. He runs his fingers over your massive stomach, and his touch feels amazing.

“Oh yes Daddy, feel what you did to me,” you moan, loving the feeling of his cool hands across your tight belly.

“Oh yes you like being like this, don’t you.” He growls, picking up speed.

“Yes Daddy,” you moan. The baby inside gives a hard kick as your husband rubs his hands over your popped out belly button. “You did this to me. You made me carry your child.”

Your husband grunts as he starts getting close. He moves his hands over to your giant breasts, giving a squeeze. A drop of milk squirts out. You moan and curse in pleasure.

“Oh daddy….” You cry, panting. You can feel your orgasm start to build.

Your husband moves your hips up, so he can get a better angle. Then he continues his assault on your cervix, and you moan loudly. Your vagina starts clamping down on his dick, as you both come closer. He slams into you with abandon.

You’re just on the edge when you feel a “pop” inside of you. Water runs down your husband’s dick, and he makes wet snacking noises as he continues to slam into you, apparently not noticing anything.

A cold sweat overtakes you, as you realize what’s happening. You try to get your husband’s attention, to try to get him to stop, but he’s too in the moment.

Suddenly you feel a great cramp in your stomach, and it contracts to half its size.

“Daddy, I think I’m in labor!” You cry, but he doesn’t stop.

“Ahhh!” You scream in pain, unable to clutch your stomach because of the ropes.

“Oh babe you feel so good,” your husband moans, assaulting your cervix.

“Please stop I need to go to the hospital,” you beg, but he won’t.

“Babe no I’m so close,” he moans, speeding up.

“Fuck this hurts!” You scream, contractions coming hard and strong. You struggle against the ropes, but fail to free yourself.

“Babe I don’t care you feel so good,” your husband moans, pushing you into the  bed.

You moan and cry, panicked. Your husband slams into you like an animal, until finally he pulls out his twitching cock from your abused hole and cums all over your stomach.

“Please, let me go now.” You beg, whimpering.

“Not yet, honey.” Your husband replies.

You cry as another contraction hits you, worse than before.

“Please, I have to go to the hospital.” You sob, in agony.

“Ain’t going to happen,” he replies, as he runs his hands over your contacting belly.

You struggle against the ropes, panting, tears in the corners of your eyes. One of the ropes starts to come loose, but your husband sees it and tightens it.

“Please. I can’t do this unassisted. I need doctors and an epidural.”

“You can do this,” he replies, as he sticks a finger inside of your pussy to gauge how dilated you are.

“Aaaaaah!” You scream, another contraction hitting.

Your husband runs his hands over your contacting stomach, as you moan through the pain. His cooling hands help a little, but you’re still very scared.

“Please, daddy. Let me go to the hospital,” you beg when the contraction lets up. “While there’s still time.”

“Not going to happen, sweetheart.” He replies, stroking himself. He’s starting to get hard again. He slaps his cock on your stomach.

“Oh my God! I think I have to push!” You cry, still struggling against your bindings.

“Just let it come, dear.” He moans, his length now fully hard.

“I can’t do this…” You sob.

“Just follow the instincts of your body.” He murmurs, as he strokes himself.

“Oh god no!” You scream as a huge contraction hits, and you have no choice but to bear down as hard as you can.

“Oh daddy no it’s too big I can’t do this…” You sob as the contraction subsides, and the baby slides a bit back up into you.

“This is what your body was meant to do,” your husband responds, speeding up his masturbation.

“Ahhhhh no it’s too big!” You scream, as another strong contraction crashes over you.

Your husband slides his cock over your wide hole, stimulating your engorged clit. “Why are you doing this to me, daddy?”

“You’re going to submit to your body totally, realizing this is all you’re meant to do in life.” He growls, picking up speed over your slick hole.

“No I can’t it’s too big please get me help…” You cry futility.

“Aaaaaah!” You scream as another strong contraction hits you, and you start to crown.

Your husband withdrawals his cock from rubbing your clit, and he starts stroking it ferociously.

“Oh god daddy it burns…” You cry as your lips spread to accommodate your large baby.

“It’s called the ring of fire for a reason, love.” He replies, his breath getting shallow, as his orgasm builds.

“Daddy I can’t do this, if I push anymore I’ll tear.”

“Oh sweety, *pant* of course you can do this. *Pant pant*”

“Just let me go.”

“Not going to *pant* happen… Oh god…” He strokes himself harder than ever, so close to cumming.

“God daddy this baby is too big I can’t do it I can’t do it I’m going to be stuck like this…” You sob, tears flowing down your cheeks. Milk has started flowing freely from your tits, and your wrists are starting to get raw from the ropes.

“Oh baby you can do it” he moans, almost there.

Suddenly, you’re hit by your hardest contraction yet, and have no choice but to push. You scream as you tear a bit, the head popping out of you. At the same time your husband cums all over your stomach again, moaning loudly.

But you’re not done yet, the shoulders are still stuck in you. “Oh daddy please help me it’s too big,” you cry.

“You can do it,” your husband responds, eyes still half-lidded in pleasure.

Another contraction hits and you bear down as hard as you can, and the shoulders slide out of you. Your husband grabs the baby and pulls the rest of it out of you.

“You did it,” he says, holding your son. “I told you, you could do it.”

“Please let me go.” You sob, exhausted.

He finally loosens the ropes, and lets you hold your son.

Within two months he gets you pregnant again, this time with twins.

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Motherhood in The Land of Free Love

Your name is Saffron. You chose that name for yourself when you joined the Community. You love the community, they took you in at 18, freshly sprung from foster care and looking for a loving way of life. You’d chanced upon their commune-farm while hitchhiking and you’d never left. There’s always food, good music, things to smoke, and people to make love with. Sex was a constant thing in the Community, people fucked and got high all over and everyone was welcome to join in. You loved it from the start and quickly stopped wearing anything but light skirts or slitted dresses- the faster you could get naked the better. Some days you didn’t wear anything but your long, red hair.

Around your 19th birthday, you decided to celebrate by getting a load from every guy in the Community. Women came and gave you free love too, but you were really craving cock. Since nobody said you shouldn’t, you got fucked by all forty or so guys there over about two days. Some guys came a few times. You were bloated out a little and you never felt better, pussy hot and sticky with the cum that slipped out little-by-little as you walked around. Your cum-stuffed belly shrunk over time but you never really emptied.

A few short months later, you’re walking down the path, fully nude. A man stops you and rubs his hand around your abdomen. "How many do you have in there, Saffron? You’re looking pretty round.“ You look down, red hair brushing the globe of a belly you’d developed without realizing and you gasp. “Do you think I’m pregnant?” He looks a little surprised and says, well of course you are, you’ve been filled up by just about every guy here! Just look at your tits! They’re huge now. Not to mention your belly.“ You rush into the woods and rub your hands all over yourself. How could I not realize I’m pregnant! I’m big enough to barely be able to warp my arms around my baby belly. 

After a night of rubbing your belly and feeling what you now admit must be kicks, you decide to embrace it. Other women have gotten pregnant and had kids in the Community. Over the next week you reach out to a few of them, some nursing babies at swollen teats and others cupping their enormous middles as they sit and walk. One woman was being fucked by as she was teaching you a little about pregnancy and babies, her round belly brushing the grass and her tits squirting as he thrust his cock into her pussy. You have no idea how far along you are or how many babies you’re having. You’ll just have to wait…

Nine months later, you’re still waiting. You’re hugely pregnant and have been renamed Gaia after the Greek mother of the Earth. You know you should have given birth a while ago but you aren’t uncomfortable in being huge, just concerned that you haven’t popped. You can’t say that sweating as you birth one of what must be a dozen infants sounds appealing. Plus, you get waited on by other hippies who love to worship you and your gravid state. Some of them are really starting to believe the earth-mother title and fuck you and touch your moving belly as often as they can, perhaps hoping for a blessing. You fall asleep every night on your side, belly stretching so far that you can’t even begin to reach your popped navel or your pussy filled with the cock of a horny male.

One night you hear a voice in your dreams, strong and beautiful. You are my avatar on earth, child. I have made you in my image, with long hair and full breasts and belly. You will remain pregnant forever, though you will birth one or two babes occasionally. You will have the family you always dreamed of, nursing at your breasts, caring for you, fucking you, and most importantly, inside of you, filling you up so that you never forget that they are with you. Your purpose is to spread love and peace. You may be content in staying just as you are, child.

You awake with a new cock inside of you and two women suckling at your breasts. Your belly heaves as a contraction ripples through it. A baby’s head is soon pushing out the cock in you. The man teasingly pushes the baby back into you, making you shudder with pained pleasure. The rest of your brood kicks up a fuss and the man relents, letting the baby slide almost all of the way out. Once that baby slips out, your cervix quickly closes up and the rest of the babies inside of you tumble with joy at having a little more room. You come at the sensation of so much movement, the mouths and cock having returned and your belly feeling so wonderfully overstuffed with life. Gaia it is, you giggle to yourself.

-Uuuuu. Inspired by a photo caption I saw. A preggo hippychick unsure of how knocked up she was. I’ll get around to continuing by other stories eventually, I promise. I think at this point, I just have to accept I’ll never edit any of these.

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A Happy Accident (Part 1)

As you stare down at the little stick with a positive blue plus sign on it in your hand, you shake slightly. You knew it was from that night you rode him while you were ovulating. Both of you knew it would be dangerous, but that spurred you on. That’s what had made you mount him in the first place.

Ever since you could remember you’d wanted a baby, but as you grew it had turned into a kink. You’d wanted your womb filled with hot seed, the idea making you melt, and you wanted to feel yourself changing, and getting bigger. It was your dream to be fucked every day by the man who had made you that way. But that was a dream, and you wanted to wait to have kids. Your boyfriend was still waiting on his promotion to be finalized, and you were finishing college. You lived together, but both of you wanted to wait until marriage. You weren’t religious or anything, but the thought of being his wife and then the mother of his children just made you feel giddy. This… this would shake things up…

Setting the pregnancy test on the edge of the sink, you stared down at your still flat stomach, rubbing it. Abortion was out of the question. This baby was made from love, and was a piece of you and your boyfriend. You couldn’t erase that. It would haunt you for the rest of your life.

The door opened, and he called out for you. Taking a breath, and squeezing back tears, you went to the living room. “Y/N!” The stocky, strong man you loved barreled in, still covered in sweat from his day at work. You gave the best smile you could, and wrapped him in a hug. “I got the promotion. We’re moving to Wisconsin in six months, right after you graduate!” You’ll be seven months along then. With a deep breath, you smiled and nodded.

“I’m so proud of you…” Your voice cracked a bit, and your boyfriend raised a dark eyebrow.

“Honey, you look worried. What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip, and your hand danced over your stomach. “I… We’re going to have… a baby…”

His facial expression grew dark, his eyebrows knitting together in worry, but his hands… the drifted to your waist, pulling you close to him. “You took a test?”

“Five. They’re all positive…”

“The next step is to go the doctor.” You nod, and look away from him as he pulls you closer, your face red with shame. Something startles you now as you’re smashed into his body. Through his pants, you can feel the outline of his hard cock. You splutter his name out in shock. “Are you–?“  

"I know I shouldn’t be,” he growls under his breath, his mouth trailing kisses up your neck. You melt a little. “But the fact that I knocked you up turns me on so fucking much.” You moan, and let him guide you over to the couch. He pins you down, and starts gently biting at your neck. You arch your back, and he teasingly thrusts against you, the both of you still completely clothed. “You’re going to swell with my baby inside of you.” One of his hands releases you from his pinning grip, trails up your stomach, and he grasps your breast, massaging it. You coo happily, your eyes narrow from lust. “These are going to fill up with milk, and get nice and big, aren’t they?”

“Yes,” you moan breathlessly.

“And you’re going to crave my cock now more than ever, aren’t you slave?” You nod anxiously as liquid fire pools between your legs. You need him.

“Fuck me. Fuck me on the couch,” you whine, leaning up and kissing along his neck, and licking the cuff of his ear. He shudders before snapping his eyes open, and they bore down on you. You’re going to get it, and that turns you on even more.

He yanks you out of your clothes, and smiles as he looks down at your body. Your legs are spread, and your slit is glistening. He licks his lips, and dives between them. Soon, you’re screaming and writhing as he fucks you with his tongue. After you’re shaking from cumming at least three times, he pulls back and lines himself up with you. He teases you, and makes you beg. He makes you desperate for his cock to be inside of you. The cock that has turned you into a mother to be.

As he slides in, you grip his shoulders, and cry out. He stays still for a moment before pulling out, and slamming back in. You gasp as he wildly begins to fuck you. It’s harder and faster than he’s ever gone. He’s slamming up against your cervix, and you’re gasping and crying out his name. You feel like a flailing doll under him as he pummels you with his hard cock. You begin to feel your orgasm building, and seconds later you’re cumming, squirting all over him.

“You’re such a good little slut,” he groans, his hips jerking, and his rolling back. He’s going to cum, and you can feel it. The thought sends you over the edge, milking his cock with your pelvic muscles. His cock twitches and spasms, sending rope after rope into your needy, pregnant cunt.

As he groans, and rests his head on your chest, you smile, and run a hand over his head. “I’m never letting you pull out again.”

He chuckled against you. “Hmmm… I like that idea.”

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The moment Kate revealed she wanted to induce lactation was one of the best of my life. My wife had not been incredibly adventurous in our sex life, but she is a wonderful woman and her beauty and personality more than made up for the “vanilla” sex we had. As long as she came I was a happy man, but when she revealed that her shyness in the bedroom came from years of harboring a secret fetish, I was instantly intrigued (and hard as a rock). She explained that she’s always had this obsession with her breasts; they were large but she dreamed of them inflating and producing milk. Her nipples were beautiful puffy mounds that lent themselves to our enjoyment, but she dreamed of thick teats. This confession of hers led me to admit That my favorite porn sites focused on lactation and pregnancy. We agreed to begin to grow her breasts immediately. … Three months later, Kate’s breasts were engorged. She had allowed me to cook ridiculously large meals for her; pastas with large amounts of cheese and cream, and bowls of ice cream and tiramisu. She would sit on my lap as I would feed her and rub her belly and tease her nipples through her blouse. She would spend her days constantly snacking to increase her girth, massaging her breasts, and taking all sorts of herbal supplements to stimulate milk production. Her job as a customer service representative, which she was able to do from our home office, lent itself well to her time attached to a top of the line breast pump. All of these ministrations led to my formerly petite wife become a plump milk-making machine. Her belly was soft and round, and her previously average breasts ballooned to large boobs. We went to bed every night with her full of food and milk, begging me to help release the pressure. I happily spooned and entered her from behind while milking her heavy breasts and fingering the new length of her nipples. Our lovemaking had gone from good to wonderful. It was after one of these amazing sessions that she was curled up with her plump ass backed into my still-hard member. My arms were wrapped around her, rubbing her newly rounded belly. I whispered into her ear that this was just the beginning, and that I was ready for her to carry my babies. She craned her neck around, batted her long eyelashes, and kissed me more deeply that she had on our wedding day. We agreed to try for a baby. … Two months later we found out that Kate was already pregnant with our triplets. This was the reason she had ballooned so quickly, and how with all the extra help her mammaries had been so quick to produce. She’s about 38 weeks pregnant with the boys now and I’ve never been more in love or attracted to Kate. Her body is bursting with life. I could never image her breasts would get so big! She gives new meaning to the melon cliche. She still spends her time attached to the breast pump- she has grown to love the sensation so much that she banks over a gallon of her milk a day. Usually when I come home from work and she’s in our office wearing a tight cotton dress that hugs every curve, tits out and attached to the pump. Her headset leaves her arms free from the phone to type, but mostly her hands cradle and scratch the enourmous orb that is her torso. My favorite thing to do is sneak up behind her to wrap my arms around her and the boys. I lift her dress over her belly and take my fingernails against her overstretched skin. When I do this she quickly finds away to get off the phone with the client, thank god. I adore the way she looks at me. She purrs into my ear about how only I can relieve her, how full her pendulous tests are, how I made her this way and how much she wants me to keep her this way. I spend all my time at home servicing her and in return she worships my cock. Our sex life has not been “vanilla” in almost a year. Her gravid belly and full breasts have encouraged us to find new positions and have only enhanced our lovemaking. For triplets this pregnancy is considered overdue but she never complains. We both worship her body and pray the boys will come healthily in their own time. We fall asleep how we always do, my member resting near her plump bottom, my arms wrapped around my beloved, stroking her breasts and twirling her inch long nipples with my index fingers. This is a beautiful life. I can’t wait for our family and my wife to continue to grow.

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A Happy Accident Part 2

Part 1

You were six months along now, and massive. You and your boyfriend had discovered you were having twins, two baby girls. Rubbing your bump, you stood in the kitchen making yourself a cup of tea. That’s when you looked at the clock. He’d be home in five minutes. Smiling, you poured your tea and took it with you to the bed room. At this point, you could only waddle. You couldn’t even touch yourself anymore, and that made the time your boyfriend was at work absolutely unbearable.

So, you sat on the bed with your robe barely closed because it couldn’t quite cover you anymore. Taking a drink of the piping hot tea, you hummed happily and set it down on the bedside table. Sliding open a drawer, you grabbed your toy, and turned it on. It was a rubber coated, vibrating dildo. You tried to stick it in st first, but it couldn’t even go past your clit. You were just too big. So, you settled for awkwardly trying to press it against your swollen, dripping Pussy, but it wasn’t quite working, and you cried a bit in frustration. You were just so horny. All you could think about was the fire between your legs, and how there was no way to alleviate it. You tossed the toy across the room, and pouted, trying to cross your arms over your chest, but your breasts kind of got in the way. “Dammit!”

“Oh, my poor baby… all horny and no way to take care of it. Do you need master’s help?“  

You practically cried out in relief when you saw your boyfriend standing in the doorway. "Yes,” you lamented, pouting your lips out at him. “I can’t even use my toy anymore.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” He smiled, and started stripping out of his work clothes. His cock was already half hard, and your mouth watered at the sight of it. “Be a good girl and clean master’s cock up first?” You nodded excitedly, and crawled to edge of the bed before taking his cock in your mouth. He always tasted so good to you. Not like any other cock you’d ever had. This one was yours. This was the cock that had changed you into a breeding whore.

As you sucked and slurped, gripping his base, he suddenly stopped you. “Lay back, Darling. You did such a good job that master was ready to cum in your mouth, but that wouldn’t be fair to you, now would it?” You shook your no, and he smiled before leaning down and tenderly kissing your lips. You kissed him back, sighing happily. You could get used to him making love to you everyday after he got off of work. You could get used to being pregnant and constantly horny.

You lied back, your belly weighing you down, and smiled up at him as you felt a kick. His babies. His babies were inside of you. He leaned down and trailed kisses all over your body. From your neck, down to your breasts, to your tummy. He lingered, and rubbed his hand in circles over it. “You’re so beautiful like this, (Y/N.)” He whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling. So much.” He pulled back up, and leaned down, kissing you again, nipping at your lip. You gasped, and he chucked, reaching between your legs to play with you. You gasped, and attempted to buck into his touch. He kept fingering you, and slid two inside of you, his thumb circling your clit. You gasped loudly, and cired out, shaking and writhing. His lips were suddenly on your swollen, sensitive nipples, and you were cumming. You were cumming hard, squirting on his hand, and milk squirting from your breasts which he continued to lick at. When he was satisfied, he pulled his hand away, and sucked your juices off of his fingers, before slipping on into your mouth to suckle on.

Smirking satisfactorily, he spread your legs, and slowly slid into you. You moaned, and your eyes rolled back as he slowly began to fuck you. “Oh god,” you moaned, clenching at his cock every time he went to pull out. “Oh! Oh my god!” And he was still going so slow. You could feel every inch, and every vein. He began to pick up the pace, pinning you down. By the time he was going a steady pace, you were cumming and squirting your juices and milk everywhere. He was chuckling before soon enough, he was blowing his own load inside of you, right where it belonged.

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Loving Pregnancy

I’ve written something that fills the desire for more “fluff”. I hope you enjoy.

Imagine you’re a woman whose secret pregnancy fetish has been a minor source of embarrassment. You had several boyfriends from your teens to twenties, but you never informed any of these casual relationships of your desires. You masturbate to fertile, swollen goddesses on your own and obsess over the future when your body carries out its womanly duties. You’ve always been on the plump side and have been blessed with perky (and sensitive) DDD bosoms. You dream of a time when your belly will grow for the right reasons and your already pendulous breasts will become massive. You value yourself too much to let just any man impregnate you just for the hell of it.  You aren’t searching for “Mr. Right” JUST to have a baby, if he comes, it’ll be because he is the right man for you.

You find your man in your late 20’s. He loves you, your body, and is emotionally attentive and supportive- everything you could ever want in a husband and partner. You readily accept his proposal when he asks, and are married soon after. Your lovemaking in your early marriage is for enjoyment, not procreation; you both wanted some “alone time” before creating a family. Two years into your marriage you both decide it is the right time to expand your family. In all of this time you never shared your fetish with your loving husband, for fear of judgement- a silly notion since he’s always supported your every need. Fortunately you find yourself with child a few months into trying for a baby. Nausea left you a bit incapacitated sexually during the first trimester, but you’re coming out of that stage and ready to enjoy your blossoming figure.

As you enter your fourth month, your normally soft body is beginning to round out in new ways. Your belly, always having pushed in front of you a bit, is now obstructing view of your toes. Your breasts struggle against the confines of your bra but to be honest, you’ve always hated wearing one and have been dying to ditch the boulder holder for years. This couldn’t have pleased your husband more. He has always cherished your body but now that it is creating life, he worships you. Anything you could possibly want sexually before the pregnancy, he would do. Now your man’s jaw drops at the sight of your naked body- he is so enamored it’s like a spell has been cast. He spends most of the time that you’re together teasing your growing nipples. You’ve always enjoyed this immensely, but pre-pregnancy, the shape of your nipples sweet a slight disappointment. As sensitive as they had always been, your flat and puffy nips left something to be desired. You dreamed of teats, for lack of a better word. You wanted those flat little mounds to swell into hardened nibs that hubby could really tug and pleasure. Thanks to the growing life inside you, you’re getting what you want. With all of his loving ministrations, your breasts swelled quite quickly and the toppers are now half an inch long and thick as your pinky finger. You let your husband rub your belly and tickle your nipples as much as he wants and the pleasure only grows as your body does.

Your sixth month of pregnancy begins with a bit of a shock. You have a scan on the morning, and hubby always attends. You roll out of bed and waddle to your closet, trying to find a light dress in your wardrobe that will cover your growing body, but be cool enough in the July heat. Not to mention, your outgrown all your bras and your watermelons are on display no matter what you wear. You find the last of your stretchy summer jumpers and tug it over your swollen form. The dress hugs every curve and seems to have risen inches higher to cover your belly. Your husband walks by and spies you standing in front of your mirror, rubbing your belly and smiling. He comes up behind you and cradles your belly in his strong hands. He softly rakes his fingers up and down the girth, and whispers into your ear.

“I’ve always loved your body”, he says. “But since you’ve been growing our child, I’ve never been able to have enough of you. I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I’ve dreamed of this day since we met. I’ve always wanted to breed my dream woman and you are her. I’ve never been more turned on than I am by you at this moment, and I hope to keep you this way for as long as you’ll let me”. There’s more news as he continues, “My family has created a trust fund for me, and I have more than enough money for us and however many babies we decide to have. You no longer have to work. Please spend your days at home with me, and let me shower you and our children with all the love and safety this world has to offer”.

His words catch you so off guard that your body betrays you and the shivers sent down your spine make you shake. You decide to confess your lifelong passion for pregnancy and right then you both agree to continue to grow your family as much as possible. Hours later in the doctor’s office, your dream is realized; the reason you’ve grown so quickly is that you’re carrying twins.

Another few weeks into gestation, it is the end of summer and finding clothing to wear is unbearable. You’d rather be naked, and at this point, you spend the majority of your days in nothing but small shorts and a light cotton tank top that creeps up your swollen torso day by day. It’s doesn’t cover much, but basically just contains your massive breasts. Your husband spends his days building cribs and a bureau for your babies, and this makes him even more attractive to you. He’s never without an erection and your nipples are at constant attention, which he readily takes advantage of. You spend so much time making love, with him teasing your delicate nipples, that you begin to leak. This proves to enhance your lovemaking even more. Hubs latches on and sucks greedily, all the while swirling his tongue around your inch-long, thumb-thick teats. This is the life you had dreamed of for so long.

Forty weeks have passed, and your doctor is amazed that you’ve carried your twin boys this far past what is considered normal for a multiples pregnancy. You lay on her table for examination, cradling your giant belly in both arms- you definitely need to support. Your belly is so large that you’re measuring ten weeks past due with a singleton baby. You think about how happy you are in your life, and how silly it is that you’re relieved that your family and friends got used to seeing you in thin flowing skirts and bandeau tops weeks ago. No one judges, everyone just takes pleasure in your happiness. You snap back into reality when your doctor suggests having vigorous sessions of lovemaking to help make your boys appear. You and your man both readily agree.

That night your lovemaking is so intense you swear they can hear your moans in Africa, or at least a few blocks over. Hubs has pulled you to the edge of your bed, when he is able to enter your swollen and sensitive folds and is also able to engulf your breasts with his strong and gentle hands. His tweaking of your nipples coupled with him throbbing inside you is enough to make you cum so many times you’ve lost count. Your engorged breasts- so large they stand up on their own- are squirting liquid gold all over. This sends your husband into a frenzy, and it spurs him on. He bends over to suckle, pushing his erection even farther into you, hitting points of pleasure that make you scream. Your vagina and nipples feel as if they are one, and you beg him to suck harder on your teats: it feels as though his tongue is entering them the same way his manhood enters your love tunnel and this turns you on more than anything. Your constant screams push him to the edge, and he cums harder than ever. You pull his face to yours, and tasting your sweet juices, kiss him more lovingly than a woman has ever kissed her man. Moments later, your water breaks.

After a ten hour labor, your boys arrive. They latch on to your bottle-cap nipples and suck so gently, that in your euphoria sends orgasmic waves through you. Once you and your husband are alone in your hospital room, one kiss confirms what you both know- once you’ve healed you are game-on for letting him breed you. Hours after the boys are born, your once massive belly has shrunken only slightly, but you miss that heavy, gravid, sexy belly. You’ll have hubs breed you again and again, over and over, for as long as your body will allow.