cumflation but their belly never gets smaller as all that cum slowly turns into a baby
I do really love that, but also I like even more that it *does* go down, just not as much as you expect.
You run afoul of a werewolf or some creature and end up left stumbling around, your belly ballooned out further than you thought humanly possible, sloshing to and fro in a way that feels strangely satisfying. You love this fullness, can't stop rubbing your bloated gut
It's difficult to walk like this though, and you're worried another creature might show up and pop you for real, and so you try pushing on your stomach hard to get some of the seed out. You almost cum on the spot from the feeling, but you see maybe...some of it come out?
You finally make it home and spend a long time rubbing and pushing on that gut of yours, it shrinking to a size a bit more manageable, but a part of you wishes you could stay like this.
The next morning, your belly is much smaller, though there's still a noticeable bloat. As you poke at it, it feels...firmer. You shake, but it doesn't slosh like it did the previous night. You also don't feel full - in fact, you're famished, and you start eating everything in your house you can get your hands on.
The next day you wake up, the bump seems bigger rather than smaller. Not nearly as full as the night with the creature, but...there's no denying it. You're rounder, and it thrills and scares you in equal measure.
Your belly continues to *grow* over the next few days, and it starts to become obvious the state you're in. Within the week your belly looks just as round as that night, if not a bit bigger, but this time it's firm and weighs you down, stretched taught in a different sort of way, and any swaying of your belly clearly isn't just from liquid sloshing around but something solid that's taken residence inside.
The copious amounts of cum the creature had forced into you that night was apparently just practice, then. A taste of what was next. This time your hips and thighs thicken as well to support the growing load, but not nearly fast enough to keep up with the rapid expansion of your stomach, the occupants - whatever they are, however many there are, though you know it can't be just one - still seeming discontent with the amount of room they had, squirming and kicking from within at seemingly all hours.
And yet, just like that night, a part of you deeply enjoy how round you look, how full you feel - a deeper, heavier fullness, which only promised to get even larger. You couldn't wait.
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