I deeply adore your ignorance posts. And your nonhuman posts. You've sparked so much of my imagination! So here, a gift. Maybe you're the boyfriend in my story :p.
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I would love to be a deer boy, a small breed, like a pudu deer boy. Sheltered and nervous and sweet, my family telling me to keep my dating ring to other deers. So I do. I meet a lovely moose guy, and we hit it off so so well.
My parents never told me how children were conceived, deeply sheltering me. When he realised this, he soothed my embarassment. "Its okay," he told me. "Trust me, its very hard to do without knowing, I'll tell you whenever we get that serious and explain it all, but theres no reason right now, babe."
My parents seemed very worried about my boyfriend being a moose, but i didn't know why. Hes in the deer branch family after all.
Eventually, he took my virginity. He started so gentle, guiding me and explaining it all, but halfway through he began to push my limits. "Stop," I whined, "Please, baby, you're hurting me!" But it only sped him up. He cupped my cheek as he pounded me and made me shriek in pain until he unloaded everything into my fertile little boycunt. As he pulled out he laughed at the face i pulled as I moved my hands down to my puss, confused at the sensation of cum filling me. Did he pee? I asked him and he said no, but he gave me something very special.
After a month or two, my belly is obviously large already. We go to dinner at my parents house and they gasp, my middle looking seven or eight months along, and they begin to berate me. "How could you be so careless! You aren't even married!" While I held my tummy in confusion, maybe my mother even slapped my belly to add to her severity. I don't even know what I did wrong! My partner pulled me out of the house and assured me that they were just upset that I had gained weight, and were worried he would leave me instead of marrying me. But he said he likes little deer with lots of meat on their bones, so he took me home. We moved in together at four months with me looking like im overdue with twins, and my first year at college started. They had to find me a different place to sit because of my belly. My partner even came with me, and i was confused but he said the school agreed that he could to "keep an eye on my delicate condition" whatever that meant. Sometimes my shirt would get wet, especially when young mothers i went to college with had their wailing babies with them in class, and i, unaware of the social norms, would squish and pinch my heavy boobs to force them to feel better, panting and whining in the back of the lecture.
By the time i hit month nine I looked like I was having octuplets or something, and constantly I was moaning and whining about strange tummyaches, palming strange spots on my belly where the skin rippled and moved. My partner said it was fine, that all deer boys go through this when they become a young adult. We visited my family a final time, my parents practically refusing to look at me until I let out a surprised, loud moan as fluid gushed from my overburdened pussy. They looked at me in shock, and I held my belly and looked at my partner. "Baby, did I pee?" I asked shyly, embarrassed to the point of tears before moaning in pain as I felt my belly tighten. He only laughed. "Close enough," he answered, watching as I lowered myself to the ground mewling. My parents looked away and eventually hid in another room to peek only, ashamed their lies had brought this to their home. For hours I sat in their living room, legs spread and wailing, moaning, panting as I pushed and pushed to expel this huge thing from my body, begging my partner to tell me what it was. He would soothe me and say to just keep pushing. Eventually the head would come free, and then the body, and my large, cumbersome half moose baby would come free into the world and wail. He would sort it out, of course, clean it off and let it suckle from me while I sat there shocked. I was not ready to be a father.
Eventually, he would take the child through to the other room to let my parents meet it, and returning back to me, he would crawl over my empty, aching and tired body, pressing me down against the carpet and taking off his shirt to shove in my mouth, raping me hard on the floor for an hour or so while my parents fawned and gave me the break to breathe my partner told them I needed. By the time they came back i looked tearstained, but that was to be expected after such a harsh labour. Little did they know, as they came over and warned me about getting pregnant again and how it happens, and planning the wedding i must have to my boyfriend as soon as possible, his sperm was filling my empty womb, and next time it certainly would try to outdo a measly singleton.
He had been lacing my food this whole time after all.
Your water breaking with a gush and ruining your favorite pair of pantyhose. Biting your lip to avoid moaning out loud, trying to hide your labor from your coworkers. The contractions coming faster and stronger, one behind the other as you squirm in that uncomfortable office chair.
John is giving an important presentation but you couldn't care less because this baby is coming right now.
Stifling a cry as your baby crowns under your skirt or as you can't push anymore because the head can't go any further, stuck against your new pair of nice pants. Are you pushing that baby out under your desk, or you're just too happy to see me, hun?
This post inspired me to write a little fic. It’s such a sweet thought. But imagine if it was just because the pregnant partner didn’t want to feel symptoms of pregnancy, but loved giving birth lol
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Zane lay on the couch in the living, glad to enjoy his day off from work with relaxation. He had just finished a shopping trip for groceries, not wanting to seem like he was being too lazy with his day off.
His quickly sat up when he felt the familiar tingle in his lower belly, his face turning pink as he felt his stomach swell. He didn’t have time to undo the button on his pants, his stomach pressing into the fabric as it grew.
Zane groaned as the jeans cut into his rapidly growing belly, desperately trying to wiggle the denim into getting the button undone. He stood trying to use his hips as leverage, but his belly just kept growing. The waistband on his jeans creaked, a last warning before his pants ripped and the button shot away.
He sighed with relief, his hands moving to massage where the jeans had cut into his skin. Zane plopped onto the couch, leaning back against the cushions as he continued to grow. He couldn’t help but glare a little at his husband, seeing him in a nice suit and tie while he was in torn jeans and a shirt that was clinging onto dear life over his round and swollen stomach.
“Thanks for taking care of the babies for me. I’ve got a very important meeting here in an hour. I’ll be back soon!” Lucas exclaimed, giving his sweet husband a kiss on the lips before bouncing towards the door.
“Next time ask in advance. You can’t just dump the triplets on me with no warning! I could have also been in an important meeting!” Zane exclaimed, huffing as he heard the door close behind Lucas.
He looked at his large, squirming stomach, resting his hands over the bright pink skin as he felt his babies move. Zane was sure Lucas knew he enjoyed this, able to take turns with his partner to feel their babies moving inside him.
Aww haha cute!! I can imagine couples constantly fighting over who has to carry the pregnancy every week, especially as it gets to the last trimester. By the end it's like they're playing hot potato with the babies lol
perma preg vampire boy having to go to a party, his belly is so swollen that his dress can barely even cover it making it so his underbelly is constantly showing. lots of people can he how taunt he is, the skin of his belly stretch so tight that you can practically see through it… some people poke, prod, and rub his belly making him moan and whimper from how good and even painful it feel, the poor boy loves the attention and praise he gets from being extremely pregnant
yess I love big swollen vampire tummies, ones that are so full that their belly becomes flushed red through the thin translucent skin, and you can see their massive womb squirming with young <3
I just wanna tie a boy to a chair and force-feed him alternating bottle of soda and heavy cream until his tummy is as round and heavy as a bowling ball. All that acidic soda will curdle the dairy in his belly, and it will be roiling with gas. He won't be allowed to burp any of it out, of course. Every time he disobeys he's force-fed fibre pills and washes it down with more soda
then give him a nice shake so it all fizzes up and balloons his poor gurgling tummy even more and watch him writhe and sob as his skin is pulled taut to bursting...
When he’s pregnant so force feed him non-stop till he either goes into labour or pops. Unfortunately for him he’s too flexible to pop so easily, and too early on to go into labour
ooo... what about at the end of his pregnancy though, stuffed to the point the pressure makes his waters burst, forcing him to give birth with a painfully overfilled stomach. He's so full the pressure is unbearable, and it feels like his poor tummy will burst each time a contraction ripples through his belly, making it near impossible for him to push
Summary: A woman named Jessica, who was a hot, mean-girl bully in high school, is now massively, heavily pregnant and overdue with quads. At the grocery store, she runs into the woman that she used to bully over her weight, Holly, who proceeds to start teasing her for how fat and pregnant she's gotten. Through a short series of events, Holly ends up at Jessica's house, and continues making fun of her, which escalates into feeding her. She stuffs her until she goes into labor and then continues to tease her all through the delivery.
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Jessica had put on a ton of weight, as could be expected of someone saddled with four babies in their womb, and her belly was so big and full, people constantly gawked at her when she went out. It was embarrassing, so she avoided it, but that day she had no choice but to go out and get groceries. She was nearly out, and she had some powerful cravings. She had to pull her cart alongside herself as she waddled through the store, babies visibly kicking in her exposed belly. It was summer, and nothing fit over her belly, anyway, so she was stuck in a crop top that was sold as a 4XL in an oversized style, but it fit her more like a bra, if you could say it fit at all, with her massive udders bulging out over both the top and bottom. The denim shorts she had on were huge, even bigger than any of the maternity pairs she had found, but they were tight around her ass, tight enough that it didn't matter that they couldn't be buttoned or zipped at all.
While trying to ignore the stares and finish her shopping as quickly as possible, she heard someone say her name. Whipping around - as fast as she could while weighed down and fattened so much by the squirmy litter she was carrying - she saw someone familiar. It took her a moment before it hit her: this was the girl she used to bully back in school. Holly. Well, the one she bullied the worst.
Her eyes went a little wide at the realization, especially as she took in her transformation. In school, this girl was fat. Really fat. Jessica used to call her things like pig and cow every day, and would sometimes get all of the other girls in the locker room to stare and laugh at her when she changed. Now? She was thin, like, Hollywood or Instagram thin, with a nice round ass and big, perky boobs. The kind of body she had before she got herself ruinously knocked up. Her face and hair were gorgeous, and her body looked even better because of the flattering way her sleeveless blouse and high-waisted floral shorts fit. Self consciously, Jessica shifted on her swollen feet and rubbed the side of her belly where a baby's foot kept kicking her.
"Jessica? Look at you," her former victim said, smiling with vitriol as she strolled right on over. She even had to look down at her a little because of how tall her designer heels were - the kind of heels Jessica couldn't even think about wearing right now; even if she could balance with all that extra mass, her feet were too swollen to fit into anything so slim and delicate like that. The other woman's hands were on her belly, rubbing circles into the top and side of it, making her gasp.
"You're huge. You look like those babies are going to pop right out of you. God, I almost didn't recognize you, you look completely different than you did in school. Remember how skinny you were? You've really blown up, huh?" she carried on, rubbing her belly all over, feeling the babies kick and stretch her overtaxed skin even further.
"I can't imagine being pregnant at all, much less this pregnant. How many do you have in there? Ten?" she asked, finally looking at Jessica for an answer.
Sourly, she attempted to hold back her scowl. "Four," she responded as casually as she could manage, trying not to give this woman the satisfaction of getting under her skin. It didn't seem to be working.
"Four?! Oh my god. Well, no wonder you're such a blimp, you've been pigging out on all these cookies and cakes and stuff," Holly said, grabbing a couple boxes out of her cart to call attention to them before tossing them back in with a smug grin. "Those have to be some really fat babies. Look how fat they're making you. You'll never lose all that baby weight."
"Look, I - it's been good catching up," Jessica cut in, flustered, and with her feet starting to really ache, "but I've really gotta get going."
"Oh, no problem. I'm just finishing up, too, why don't I help you load your stuff?" Holly asked, still grinning as she turned towards the checkout lanes and pulled Jessica's cart with her. With not much choice, she waddled along after her, exasperated.
Holly sped off ahead of her, still dragging her cart, and kept tossing things into it. It was all snack cakes and candy bars, Jessica realized, her jaw dropping. Was she trying to make her get all of that stuff as some sort of joke on her?
By the time she made it to checkout, Holly was already at the register with her debit card out. "I've got it, mommy," she said, winking. Jessica was a little stunned, confused about what the angle was here.
Holly didn't rush off without her this time, probably because she didn't know what Jess's car looked like, she assumed. As they approached it, she gasped, seeing one of her back tires completely flat.
"Oh! That sucks! Well, uh, hey, I could give you a ride," Holly said, suddenly far too friendly and helpful. Maybe Jessica just took her words too hard back in the store and she wasn't really feeling spiteful anymore.
"Um…" Either way, it was that or wait on a bench in the store getting gawked at by everyone who came in and out until AAA showed up. "Okay," she agreed, not too excited about it.
"Great. My car's right here," Holly said, again pulling the cart off in another direction. Thankfully, it wasn't all that far. She opened the passenger side and slid the seat back as far as it'd go, something that made Jessica's cheeks burn with embarrassment. She got in without a word though, failing to hold back a groan as she climbed into the seat. Even moving as lightly as she could, she felt and saw the car shift and sag from her weight. It even groaned and creaked a little.
After getting the address, Holly took off, and started up her chatter again.
"You must be so excited to give birth and take care of all your babies. You're really gonna have your hands full. I don't have any kids, I don't think I ever will. There's too much that I want to do, you know? I'm getting my master's right now. I technically don't even really need it because I've been doing a lot of modeling, but, I'm not gonna do that forever, and it just makes sense to use some of the money I get from it to pay for school so I can do what I really want. I want to travel more, too, and that's so hard when you have kids, especially overseas. I've already been to Europe, but I want to go a lot more." She went on like that for the entire car ride, occasionally asking Jessica a question that felt aimed to humiliate her.
They finally got there, and if she could, Jessica would have hopped out and ran inside, but she was too big and too heavy for any of that. Instead, she had to grunt and groan as she struggled to heave her massively pregnancy-fattened body out of the car. By the time she was flat on both swollen feet and stable, Holly was bringing the last of the bags to her porch. Instead of setting them down, Jessica realized she was just holding them while she went to unlock the door. After that, Holly just walked right in the house.
"Uh… kitchen's over here," Jessica waddled to go and sit on the couch, which had a clear view of the kitchen with the open floor plan so she can keep her eye on Holly, still unsure of what to expect from her. She brought everything in, and even unpacked most of it, putting away all the perishables in the fridge, but for some reason, she left out all of the snacks Jessica got, as well as the ones Holly had been throwing into the cart. Before she could say anything, she was walking over to the couch with a box of chocolate snack cakes under her arm.
"I figured we can have some of these while we hang out." Hang out? Jessica felt embarrassed just looking at Holly and her perfect figure, she didn't want her to stay any longer, staring and judging her baby-filled body. But Holly was already on the couch and handing her a snack cake, which she did buy. Jessica took it without a word, but didn't open it until she saw Holly getting one for herself.
"You must eat a ton of these. I haven't had one in years. They're so bad for you. Really fattening. But I guess you know that," she said with a little laugh, patting Jessica's belly. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, especially when a baby kicked Holly's perfect, slender, manicured hand. "Ooh, I felt a kick! Wow, that's so crazy. I've never felt a pregnant belly before. It's so weird. You just look so big. I never thought I'd see you like this, so fat and stuffed full of babies. I just never really thought of you as a mommy, you know, getting pregnant, carrying babies in your belly while you blow up like a parade balloon, then nursing and changing diapers all day, every day. - Hey, go ahead and finish your snack," she said, smiling.
Jessica felt too humiliated and indebted to say anything, or even argue, so she finished the rest of the snack cake. As soon as she did, Holly took the wrapper and handed her her own, which Jessica just noticed she never took a single bite of. "Go ahead and eat it." There's something firm in the way she said it, and Jessica obliged. "You don't have to take those little bites just for my sake. I don't care. Go ahead and eat 'em in one bite, if you can."
"I," Jessica scoffed, stunned and embarrassed, "I can't do that," she mumbled before finishing it on her second bite. Again, Holly swapped the wrapper for another. "I really don't want mo-"
"It's fine, I already know you eat like a pig." She said it so casually, like the words were meaningless. Jessica was a little surprised, and sat still for a moment, and Holly took the hand holding the cake and moved it closer to her mouth. "Eat, mommy."
Being made to eat fattening cakes in front of Holly was humiliating, but something about the confidence and command in her voice made Jessica comply. Holly ended up giving her the entire box, saying, "Eat all of them," and Jessica did it, one after another, stuffing her face with cake after cake. When she got to the last one, Holly hopped up, returning seconds later with her arms full of all the snacks she'd left out on the counter and dumping them on the coffee table. She picked up a box of twinkies and opened it up, shoving the first unwrapped snack in Jessica's face. "Open up," she said, and again, Jessica couldn't turn her down, opening her mouth and letting Holly shove the whole thing in. She didn't even struggle to chew.
"I knew you could eat them in one bite," Holly laughed, already unwrapping another. As soon as Jessica swallowed, Holly was stuffing another into her mouth. "Mm, that's good, isn't it, mommy?" she asked, rubbing Jessica's active belly. "The babies must like it. I think they're still really hungry, though." Again, she was feeding Jessica another.
Whimpering softly, she kept eating, letting Holly feed her more and more until the box was empty. It wasn't over yet, though, and she was already opening another box and sticking one in Jessica's mouth the moment she swallowed. "Mmph," she moaned quietly in weak protest.
"What's that, Jessie? I can't understand you when your mouth is full. You're such a fat pig, can't you go a second without having any food in your mouth?" A second never did pass without Jessica's mouth being full, with Holly stuffing her with cake after cake. They had already made it through a third box, and she was starting to feel a little full as the next one was opened and another was crammed into her mouth.
"I think you're getting fatter already," Holly teased, still rubbing Jessica's belly in between unwrapping cakes. "Doesn't seem possible, does it? I don't know how you're still walking around, as big as you are. You're as big as a house. I think it really suits you, though, being sooo fat and pregnant." All she responded with was a little whine as Holly relentlessly stuffed more and more into her mouth.
They were four boxes down, and Holly didn't look ready to stop. Jessica groaned as she kept making her eat more and more. "Remember what you called me in high school? Fat cow." It didn't feel like she was reminding her. "Now look. You're fatter than I ever was. And you went and got yourself knocked up with four giant babies. You've even got udders," she said, laughing as she grabbed each of Jessica's tits, as much as she could fit of each in her hands, anyway, and squeezed. Milk immediately soaked her top, dark spots spreading dramatically and making her dark, wide areolae slightly visible through the fabric.
"Oh my god, you're really making milk. I thought that wouldn't happen until after the baby comes. You really are a cow. Keep eating, you need it to make milk for your big, fat babies," Holly said, laughing and smiling while holding Jessica's massive mommy milkers. She let them go all at once, letting them bounce and wobble and leak on top of her belly. Jessica started to protest but Holly shoved the cake in her hand into her mouth. "Uh-uh. You have to keep eating. I want to see how fat you can get. You're already a whale, what's another ten, thirty, fifty pounds, huh? You might as well just get fatter. You'll never lose it all, anyway."
As she talked, Holly unwrapped and fed Jessica another cake, which she scarfed down, despite starting to feel full. Holly then grabbed the bottom hem of Jess's top and lifted it up over her tits, leaving them exposed. "Mmm…!" Jessica tried to protest, but Holly shushed her.
"You're a cow, and cows need to be milked." Suddenly, her mouth was closing over Jessica's areola, latching on and suckling. She gasped, shocked to have Holly suddenly nursing from her, while one hand pumped her other breast, the other rubbing her kicking baby belly. Being milked like an actual cow was humiliating, but Jessica didn't do anything to resist, and instead continued stuffing herself. She knew Holly would just make her if she didn't.
"Mm, mommy likes getting milked, don't you?" Holly asked, briefly breaking her latch before switching to the other teat. Jessica moaned, from the feeling of being suckled at, the food, and her growing fullness, only made worse by her babies and their constant movement. She could swear she could hear her skin straining with every kick. She was so full, it was starting to hurt, but she was onto box six, anyway.
Holly continued nursing for what seemed like a long time, taking breaks to stuff a few more cakes in Jess's mouth when she wasn't eating fast enough, and to tease her.
"Have another, I know you want it, piggy. You really do look fatter already. I think your belly's bigger. It kind of looks like you might have another baby in there." Jessica just groaned, rubbing her belly and eating everything in front of her. The pain in her belly was getting worse, and after finishing off the seventh box, she really tried to refuse another.
"No, please, I'm too full. I'm gonna… I feel like I'm gonna pop if I eat any more," she whined, rubbing both sides of her boulder of a belly.
Holly put on an exaggerated pout and rustled around in the grocery bags on the coffee table. She straightened back up with a box, one that Jessica recognized - "I have donuts," she teased in a singsong voice, taking one out and holding it in front of Jessica's lips. "Oh, we both know your fat-ass isn't really gonna turn it down, so just eat it," she said with more force and intensity, the mirth from moments ago gone. A little startled, Jess quickly complied and started eating. The worst part was, she was right. She was always going to eat it, and then another, and another, until she finished the entire box, just like she was doing then.
Holly grinned as Jessica filled her overstuffed belly even more, and it really did look like she was getting bigger. Satisfied, she leaned back in to drink more from Jessica's watermelon sized milk jugs.
"Ohhh, god," she moaned in between bites. "Mm, my belly. Fuck, I'm really gonna burst." Despite her complaints, Jessica kept eating more and more, already finished with the donuts and moved onto more snack cakes. There were so many boxes, between how much she already had in her cart and all the ones Holly grabbed.
"Good," Holly suddenly broke her latch, leaving both of Jess's udders to drip and leak freely. "Keep eating until you burst. You'd have to be such a fat-ass to eat that much, wouldn't you? I want to see you do it. I know you can, so be a good mommy and eat more. Just keep getting fatter for me. You like being such a whale, don't you? If you're already a blimp, you might as well eat as much as you want, right? No need to worry about how much bigger you'll be after stuffing yourself until your huge mommy belly bursts at the seams." The soft palms of her elegant, long hands glided over Jessica's belly the entire time she spoke.
"Mm, you're definitely bigger already. I wonder how many pounds you'll gain from all this food. Maybe I should be careful with this milk, hm? It's probably so fattening." Her head slowly moved down again, her eyes on Jessie's as she took her udder into her mouth and began suckling firmly, and almost reverently. "Mm," she moaned, briefly closing her eyes in ecstasy and suckling harder and faster, gulping down more and more milk. Jessica groaned and panted, a little overwhelmed by having her teat nursed from so vigorously. Holly's mouth felt like a vacuum pump, making her feel like a cow hooked to a milker.
She didn't let up at all for the longest time, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of milk, until Jessica actually felt like it was starting to empty. With a little milk on her lower lip, Holly grinned at her. "You'd like it if I got fat from your milk, wouldn't you? You want me to let myself get as fat as you so you won't have to be jealous of how hot and thin I am?" She did want that, and she wondered if she might get it when Holly even dove back into drain her other breast.
Now, Jess was starting to groan with nearly every bite, the pain in her belly seeming to subside for a while until it came right back again. She realized it wasn't from how much she was eating, but practice contractions. She'd been having them for weeks and weeks, and just hoped they'd go away soon. And they did, for a while. The realization made her feel relieved, knowing she could eat plenty more, and she was even more embarrassed by the thought.
Holly stopped drinking only for a few seconds to open another box of cakes or a candy wrapper before Jessica could go a moment without her mouth filled. It really did feel like she had somehow gotten even bigger, and she swore she could actually see a difference as her former victim massaged the huge swell and hungrily suckled at her teat.
Another contraction came on, far sooner than Jessie ever would have expected. Despite the pain and her labored groaning, she continued stuffing her face, fully giving into her ravenous cravings. She could tell by the look in her eyes that Holly noticed, and it wasn't hard to tell how pleased she was.
"Good cow. I need a big, blue-ribbon winning dairy cow. Your milk is so sweet, I wouldn't even have to add sugar to my coffee if I put some in first. Too bad it can't be very healthy. I really shouldn't drink any more." She seemed to even mean that.
As she spoke, Holly continued to shove more snacks down Jess's throat, enjoying the promise of making her even bigger. The contractions kept coming, and Jess was getting concerned that this might be real labor. She'd been having them for so long, she didn't even think about how they'd been progressing since the day before. It was seeming more and more like that that was the case, but she really hoped not.
She just kept eating, seeming to be no end to all the snacks Holly bought. By then, Jess could almost swear she could hear her belly stretching as she ate and her babies kicked. Thankfully, Holly had no issue with her taking multiple pee breaks, of which there had been a lot. In fact, she seemed to really enjoy watching Jessica groan and lumber her way to the bathroom, getting slower each and every time.
She wasn't sure how much time has passed, but it must have been a while, because not only had her breasts filled back up with milk, they were becoming painfully full. Holly hadn't been draining them for a while, but Jess had seen her staring at them several times, almost like she was resisting the urge. When milk started to bead and then slowly drip from her nipple, that was when she finally decided to give her her much needed milking, suddenly leaning in and latching tightly, looking into Jess's eyes while she suckled.
As relieved as she was to have her teats milked, the contractions had only gotten worse, and she found herself groaning louder and louder with each one. She could see it getting dark outside, but her husband was away for the weekend. She was totally at Holly's mercy.
"Mm. It's nearly time. I can tell you're just about ready to burst." All Jessica could do was grunt and groan, slowly beginning to get the urge to push and doing everything to resist, all while still stuffing her face.
Holly laughed, pumping both Jess's tits, thick streams spraying from her nipples. She moaned, bearing down just slightly. The baby was so low, then, it felt like it was going to fall out of her. It didn't, but as Holly milked her, she ended up pushing after another minute or so.
"You're so big and round. I bet you'll pop if I just poke your big be-" As she said it, Holly did exactly as she said she was going to, and just as her finger prodded the swollen, tight skin of Jessica's overstuffed mommy belly, she pushed, and her water burst, gushing out and soaking her tight shorts.
"Oh, wow! You actually popped!" Holly sounded so excited, thrilled to have stuffed her full until she burst. "Are you already pushing?" All Jess could do was groan.
"You really ate until you popped. What a good, greedy fat cow. I know those babies are huge in your fat belly. You must really be feeling how big they are, now. I bet you'll be pushing for a good, long while. You need to keep yourself strong." Somehow, she managed to chew and swallow all the snacks Holly stuffed her with.
"Hoohoohoo…!" she panted as a contraction came on, having been given a break from eating during. This time, she pushed hard, squeezing her eyes shut and groaning. The baby was huge, and it was barely moving when she bore down. It felt so big, she wondered if it was possible for the babies to have put on more weight since she'd been sitting here getting fattened until she burst.
"Good. Push, mommy. My good mommy cow, birthing her fat calves and making so much milk for me." Holly nursed from each engorged udder, moaning as she latched.
"Pushssssshhhhh-iiiiinnnnnghhhhh…!" Jessie groaned, pushing as long as she could. Suddenly, she felt Holly's fingers feeling her slit through her soaked shorts.
"Not bulging at all yet, huh? Let's get these off." She tugged down her shorts, helping her shift and lift herself until they were finally down to her ankles and discarded. Holly's fingers immediately found her pussy, two of them sinking inside and making her gasp.
"I can feel the head. It's definitely coming out, but you might be pushing a while. I think I might be able to help, though." With a grin, Holly kept her fingers inside, and began curling them slowly until she found Jess's g-spot, making her cry out in shocked ecstasy.
"Ooh, you like that, mommy? I'll bet you like giving birth, too. You like being a fat, round heifer calving for me. Here, I know you still want more, greedy cow." More cakes were getting stuffed into Jess's mouth, and she couldn't even try to resist, moaning loudly around each mouthful as Holly fingered her. When her next contraction came on, she didn't stop or even slow down, and Jess was groaning loudly, spread legs shaking as she pushed hard and startling pleasure shook her to her core. Fluid squirted and sprayed from her pussy, gushing all over Holly's hand, but she didn't seem to mind at all.
"I knew you'd like it. We'll have to keep you pregnant and fat like this all the time. I want you even bigger, next time. More babies, and I'll make sure you pack on the pounds." Jessica just kept moaning, only getting louder when her contractions came. The baby was moving lower, slowly, but faster than before, since she really couldn't stop pushing now, each time feeling like she was at the brink of an orgasm.
"That's it, keep pushing. It's coming, I can feel it moving down." Holly's fingers didn't slow, and she went back to Jess's tits for more milk. The laboring mother was practically screaming now, pushing hard, overwhelmed to dizzying heights by all of the sensations.
They kept going like that, with Jess pushing and nearly cumming while Holly fingered her and nursed from her huge mommy milkers. Jessica was so distracted, she almost didn't notice when the other woman switched to rubbing her clit, the baby's head now nearing the exit. Holly could feel her beginning to bulge and moaned with her mouth full of tit and calorie-dense milk.
She must have been pushing for over an hour, but Jessica had no solid sense of how much time had actually passed. Holly was rubbing her clit and cupping the head bulging out of her, all while vigorously suckling from her milky udders.
"Ohhh, god, it's... coming... OUT! I'm CROWNIIINNNNGGHHHH...!" Jessie wailed, feeling herself stretch around the head's widest point.
"That's right, your huge, fat baby is coming out of your pussy," Holly broke away to speak, with a little droplet of milk on her lips before she wiped it away on the back of her hand. "God, it's really fucking big. Like you're giving birth to an obese toddler. Of course a whale like you would pop out babies this big. They're probably all gonna weigh, like, twenty-five pounds or something. You know that? You've got a hundred pounds of baby in your huge mommy belly."
As she spoke, Jess's eyes rolled back in ecstasy and she cried out, long and loud, pushing harder than ever as everything in her tensed with the biggest orgasm of her life. The bulbous head burst free between her legs, supported by Holly's hand and accompanied by a rush of fluid that would have soaked everything beneath her if it weren't already from her water breaking. Panting and moaning, she was delirious with sensation, rubbing her belly and pumping her breast while milk sprayed from it.
"Oh my god, you really liked that, didn't you? You actually just came from giving birth? You really are nothing but a breeding cow, aren't you? Don't relax too much, you've still got to push the rest of this monster out." Holly's words made her feel like she might just cum again.
She was right, of course, in that there was hardly any time to relax or recover from that mind-shattering orgasm (interestingly, the best one of her life). Breathing heavily, it felt like she'd had hardly a moment to catch her breath before another contraction was coming on.
"Okay, push, mommy, push. You're calving so good for me, aren't you? Fat, pregnant fucking cow." Jessica groaned lowly, getting louder as she pushed and Holly made fun of her. This was certainly a far cry from her original birth plan. She could feel the shoulders straining against her puffy pussy, stretching her as they tried to force their way through.
"It's coming! It's coming out! Keep pushing!" Holly continued to encourage her. It really wasn't necessary, with no epidural or medication to dull any of her senses, but Jess had to acknowledge at least to herself that it was turning her on to have a running commentary, as well as being ordered around by someone she never thought she'd respect.
"Push! Christ, that's a big fucking baby. Oh my god. How the hell is that even coming out of you? Your fat fucking pussy is never bouncing back from this. I don't think anyone else would even be able to fit this thing inside them, and your fat ass has four of them in your huge fucking whale belly." She just kept going, and Jessie squealed as she felt the wide shoulders finally popped out, and the rest of the baby gushed out right along with them and into Holly's hands.
"Holy shit! I can barely lift this thing up!" She heaved the squalling newborn up to where Jessica could see it, and even she was shocked to see that Holly had hardly been exaggerating; it was a goddamn behemoth. It weighed just as much as it looked like it did, and she briefly thought she wouldn't be able to breath through the rest of her labor as it was laid on her chest. She guided it to her nipple, and it latched far more easily than she'd believed it would.
"Of course your fat-ass baby has no trouble nursing. A lot of women really struggle with it, but you're just a natural dairy cow, aren't you?"
"Ohhh, god, Holly, please..." Jess didn't even know what she was asking for, just that she was overwhelmed with sensation and embarrassment.
"Oh, quit pretending you don't like being my breeding bitch. We're way past that now. You better try and relax while you've got a minute. I don't know when the next one's gonna come." Suddenly, she got up and went to the kitchen, which Jessica only knew because she heard her turning on the faucet. When she returned, she was drying her hands on a hand towel that she tossed aside.
"Giving birth to that gigantic baby probably made you hungry, huh?" she asked, tearing open a snack wrapper and shoving the cake in Jessie's mouth without waiting for a response. Like a good little cow, she opened up and ate it without any issue.
"Good girl." Holly rubbed her belly with one hand while she watched her chew before grabbing the next one. "You've got even more room in there now, don't you? Lot of space to fill up. I want you even fatter the next time."
Holly crammed another cake into her mouth, effectively keeping her from responding. "You're my personal baby factory, now. I'm gonna make sure you're always knocked up, until you're all out of eggs." It made Jessica moan, and Holly grinned, knowing she liked that.
"All those big aspirations you had, and now you're happy just to pump out babies constantly for the rest of your life. You might as well be the best breeder you can." She watched the laboring mother's pussy gush and laughed.
"Fuuuck... oh, god, it's gonna come...! I'm having another babyyyy...!" Jessica gasped, her belly contracting hard and forcing her to bear down.
"That's right, you're just squeezing 'em out, one after the other, aren't you?" The teasing made Jessica groan loudly as she pushed, and her second water broke all over the couch. Holly reached and felt inside of her, surprised at what she found.
"Oh, wow, it's already really low. I can feel the head." Her fingers slid back out and she splayed her hand on Jess's massive, kicking underbelly. She felt the muscles tightening under her hand from the contraction, while Jessica moaned loudly from the other side of her pregnant mass and pushed.
"It's coming really fast, this time. You're already starting to bulge... yeah, you're spreading really good. God, this one's just as huge, but you're such a good, fat birthing cow, it's not a problem, huh?"
All she could do was push and moan. Holly watched as her vagina stretched around the head and she started to crown.
"Holy shit, you're already crowning! The head's almost out!"
Jess panted as the contraction subsided. "Hoohoohoohoo...!" The baby on her breast was still suckling, and she wondered if she'd have to feed all four so much that she'd always have two attached to her milky teats.
Soon, she was pushing again, her voice raising into a shout as the giant head squeezed through her canal before coming out with a splash.
"There it is, mommy," Holly cooed, patting Jess's belly condescendingly while she supported the head. "This thing's the size of a grapefruit. The rest has to be as big as a turkey. Just breathe, then you're gonna push that fat baby out of your wet mommy cunt."
The description was apt, her pussy gushing between pushes. "Oh... ohhh... OHHHHH, it's coming NOOOOOOWWW...!" she screamed, bearing down hard. It felt like her body was a machine doing exactly what it was designed to do, automatically and without thought. It seemed she really was a baby factory.
The second toddler sized baby flopped out of her and into Holly's ready arms, who then laid it on Jessie's chest. This one, too, found her milky udder almost immediately, only crying for seconds before it was suckling.
"Just like a mama sow nursing her fat piglets," Holly giggled.
Jessica looked down at herself, the image as unbelievable as the one she'd been seeing for nearly a year. Instead of just seeing her enormous, kicking belly, she saw her slightly smaller, but still absurdly distended, belly with two monster sized babies feeding at her huge cow tits.
Suddenly, Holly was disappearing behind her huge baby-stuffed gut, ducking down. Before Jess could ask what she was doing, she was gasping as she felt the other woman's hot, wet mouth on her clit. First she licked it, and then she was sucking it relentlessly while Jessica writhed and screamed. Her birthing cunt was practically spraying from how wet she was getting, the intensity almost unbearable as she labored and nursed at the same time.
"OH! OHHH, GOD, HOLLYYYY...! HOOOOHHH, IT'S-... I'M-... COMIIIIIINNNNGGGHHHHH...!" she wailed, a massive flood of amniotic fluid bursting from her pussy as the third baby barreled through her cervix and she had the most intense orgasm of her life. Her womb contracted hard and she bore down with it, feeling the baby move lower. But even then, Holly didn't stop. Jess felt her fingers in her cunt, monitoring her progress, all while sucking her clit as vigorously as the babies suckled from her engorged udders.
"AAAHHHH, GOD, TOO... MUCH! FUUUUCK, I'M... CUMMING IT... OUUUUUT!" she shrieked, already building up to another orgasm and unable to stop pushing. She could feel her third baby beginning to bulge out, and Holly's hand stayed on the widening slit. She was birthing faster than before, even faster than she realized was even possible, which seemed ridiculous given the size of her overdue brood.
As the second orgasm wracked her body, Jessie felt the baby crowning before the bulbous head popped out of her. She'd assumed that Holly would stop, then, but her mouth stayed latched to her swollen clit while her hand supported the head hanging out of Jess's laboring pussy. She didn't think she could handle it, and she writhed and squirmed her hips while screaming out her fat brat.
"OHHHHHHH, I'M HAVING IIIIIIT...! YOU'RE... MAKING ME... BIIIIIIRTH!" she screamed as she pushed the wide shoulders from her body, her cunt spasming and spraying fluids with her orgasm and Holly finally stopped as she caught the baby.
"Holy shit. You pushed this one out so fast. And you came, like, three or four times," Holly laughed, wiping her face, which had been soaked in Jessie's fluids. "Talk about a fucking squirter. Such a breeding slut, cumming and giving birth like that. Let's see how fast we can get this last one out. Ooh, and it wants out bad. It's really kicking, huh?" she teased, rubbing her squirmy belly before laying the crying newborn on top of it.
Jess really looked like the definition of a breeding slut, with three newborns on her while a fourth kicked inside of her. Even with just one left, she looked like she was still carrying twins.
She hardly had a moment to catch her breath or even regain her ability to form coherent thoughts before Holly was back to mouthing her oversensitive clit, making the laboring mommy scream from the overstimulation and pleasure. She pushed and her fourth water broke immediately, the last baby forcing its way through her battered cervix. Despite the discomfort and pain, she was already cumming, the intensity of it making her push even harder. This one was coming even quicker than the last, already filling her stretched birth canal and bulging her swollen pussy.
Holly didn't let up for a moment, moaning with Jess's clit in her mouth as she sucked. Jessica panted and groaned loudly, her groans quickly turning back into screams as yet another orgasm built inside of her. She pushed again, still screaming, her muscles clenching hard and forcing the massive head through her cunt. Still cumming and pushing, the wide shoulders followed behind, and she birthed the last of her litter in one long push.
Her hair clung to her forehead from the sweat, and Jessica felt like she was gasping for air, as though she'd just come up from being held underwater. Holly was sitting fully upright, grinning at her from between her still spread legs and holding the gigantic, screaming baby in her arms.
"Four fat-ass babies on your first go... I think we can beat that." Jess's eyes widened and her cheeks flushed, but worse than the humiliation and fear the thought of getting even more pregnant gave her was how much it turned her on. She knew Holly wasn't just teasing her, but that she was making her a promise. Her belly would be swollen and heavy again very, very soon.
Loosely inspired by prompt 465.6, “it’s not common but id love to see some het mpreg. give me an alpha woman taking care of her super preggers omega bf. lol”
Synopsis: Amber has a big crush on her roommate. He just so happens to be a hugely pregnant transman. And in this chapter, they take their relationship to the next level.
(Part 1) (Part 2)
“Oooooh,” Charlie lowed, hands pressed desperately against his strapped-up belly. “Fuck, please, Amber, sweetie, I need to stop, I’m gonna burst!” At 39 weeks pregnant with ten children, his manwomb was swollen to such a size that he was more womb than man. Besides the sheer number of fetuses gestating in his colossal belly, and the obvious rarity of a pregnant transman, his pregnancy had been unusual in one more way; in a normal case of high-order multiples, there was a reduction in growth with each fetus being smaller than a singleton of comparable gestation. In this case, however, not only did each of the children straining Charlie’s belly match a singleton in size they exceeded them, shooting into the 99th growth percentile.
At his last scan, delivered at home since his swollen womb made him much too large to fit through the door, Doctor Lantry, his obstetrician, had estimated their weights to be in the range of eleven to thirteen pounds. As if it wasn’t agony enough to have something like 120 pounds of baby squirming in his belly the sheer strain on his womb had triggered an overproduction of amniotic fluid known as polyhydramnios meaning that he had double that weight in fluid and placenta stealing whatever last bit of space remained in his womb and swelling him to such a ludicrous size that he was in his current situation.
Doctor Lantry had insisted that he go into a hospital for specialist support during the birth, but Charlie was terrified of being turned into a freakshow for medical interns to gawk at, or worse that a man with a baby belly the size of a grand piano would end up splashed across tabloids up and down the country. He wanted to give birth in private, and what her man wanted, he got.
“Hold on, honey, you’re almost there.” Amber, his girlfriend, said into the back of their rented moving van. Almost the totality of the storage space was just her boyfriend, specifically his womb, rippling with the movement of his colossal brood. He had grown so large that fitting him through the doors of their flat, or indeed even the rooms of their flat had become almost impossible.
To that end, Amber had rented a country manor with tall, wide doors that could fit even a preposterously pregnant man with ease. He had wanted privacy and so she picked one that was far out in the countryside, ten miles from the nearest village. Getting him there had been an ordeal, requiring the rented moving van and a long ramp, along with a hospital bed since he was now so pregnant as to be effectively bedbound. Lastly, it had required cargo straps to make sure that a sharp turn wouldn’t cause his 360-pound womb to roll around and throw the vehicle off balance, or crush her poor, over-pregnant boyfriend under the weight of his own fertility.
The journey out of the suburbs had been fraught, but once they were on the motorway, it had been smooth sailing…. For a while. As they neared their rented manor, the narrow and winding country roads had forced more than one harsh turn, which elicited pained wails from her man. She hated putting him through all of this, to hear his screams of pain as the unborn horde colonising his belly stretched and strained and threw their weight around his massively distended womb.
There was a stretch of downhill road where Charlie quivered breathlessly as the weight of his womb squashed the air from his lungs and steep uphill climbs that had him convinced his belly was going to rip off of him.
But it all turned her on. God, it turned her on. She loved to hear him wail and beg and plead with his own belly, his voice cracking from the strain. She had kissed him all across his belly as she strapped him into the van, from that bulging belly button to the point where the great swell met his sternum.
She knew how it made him feel to have a belly so big they literally needed a bigger building to house him in his last few weeks of gestation, but to her, this felt more like finding an appropriate temple for a god of fertility, ripe and ready to burst.
Speaking of ready to burst, Amber’s milk production had not let up one bit since she made the decision to induce lactation. Her flushed, swollen udders were desperate for relief, and she was desperate to feed her man.
Eventually, they reached the rented manor, which was situated at the end of a gravel path in the middle of a forest clearing. Tall and broad it could sleep a dozen with space to do so comfortably.
“We’re here!” Amber yelled, partly out of excitement and partly to be heard over her boyfriend’s pained moaning.
What she saw when she hopped into the back of the van took the colour out of her cheeks. Charlie’s belly was often rippling with the squirming of his unborn children, indeed the only time they were at peace was when he suckled from her teat but the stress of the ride had clearly put them into overdrive. He had bitten onto one of his cargo straps to stop himself from screaming. Even as their father was on the verge of a panic attack the unborn horde barely contained within his womb kicked on indifferent to his suffering. Huge throbbing shapes warped the stretchmarked surface of his belly in a dozen places, lumps and valleys forming and unforming constantly. Her man ran a hand over what little of his belly he could reach, his head lolling back and forth as he endured the violence in his womb. His other hand clutched white-knuckle-tight around another of the loading straps. Far away from the rest of him, his poor, tortured belly button bulged like a cork ready to blow.
She ran over to him and pulled the strap out of his mouth.
“Aaaayyyyghhh Amber, nghhhh it hurts, it hurts so fucking much, please mnghhhh! Please don’t let me burst,” “Shhh, shh, it’s okay,” Amber said as she freed one of her ponderous, milkswollen breasts. “Let’s calm you down.”
No sooner had she jammed one of her tits into his mouth than he began to drain her dry. With one hand she soothed his belly, feeling the crashing motions of his unborn children, and with the other she milked herself, thick white jets spurting onto the swell of his poor, tortured womb.
She lost herself to the ecstasy of emptying herself into him and onto him, she was not sure how long she nursed her man only that by the time he let go of her breast and told her he was full, she still had a way to go before she was empty.
“Not until I say we’re done, you want the babies to be big and healthy don’t you?” she said sweetly, offering up her other breast to him.
“They’re already sooo big,” he groaned, his long, slender-fingered hands spidered over the mere fraction of his gigantic belly he could actually reach.
“And they always behave themselves when they’re well fed,” she said, squeezing a spurt of milk across his chin. She saw him lick it, she knew he loved her taste. She had him. “You know you want to.”
Without another word he latched onto her and drank deeply from her other breast.
“Mmmhm” she cooed encouragingly. “That’s it daddy, take care of our babies, you’re such a good papa,” she said, one hand gently stroking his bump as the other cupped the his head to her chest, fingers running through his hair. “Oooh and you treat your big milking mamma so well, you’re such a good boy, I love feeding you, daddy”
All good things must come to an end, and so it was that eventually she ran empty and Charlie, his overfull stomach stretched just that little bit more by her thick mother’s milk, really could hold no more.
“Alright, let’s get you moved in,” she said with a gentle caress of his stomach, the movements within reduced to languid, almost gentle lumps moving slowly beneath the surface of that oceanic uterus.
The process of moving Charlie into the house was slow and laborious. Indeed, several times she feared that the stress of moving his pregnant bulk would have sent him into labour. She admitted to herself that the concept of him screaming into the open sky, stuck in some awkward position as he shoved his babies out was appealing but it was hardly safe. The first step was getting him off of the truck, which consisted of setting up a sequence of portable ramps - similar to the kind used by offroaders to ford small gaps - and then very carefully wheeling him down using a tow cable mounted in the truck hooked to his bed and then slowly easing his paternal mass down as gently as she could.
“Just be careful I don’t crush you!” Charlie fretted as she went ahead of him down the ramp.
“Oh what a way to go,” she whispered to herself, imagining the writhing weight of his belly squashing her into the floor, the pendulous sackfull of his brood pummelling her through the skin of his womb. That package couldn’t get here soon enough.
The manor, being wheelchair accessible, was entered by a long, low ramp at the front of the main building. Being as it was an actual Disability-Law compliant architectural feature and not an amateurish adhoc solution it was far less rickety and far less stressful to get Charlie into the house.
Once inside a long, broad hall ran the length of the house to a conservatory in the back some fifty metres away. Skylight ran through the second floor illuminating the corridor where light from the front and back could not reach. The dolley’s casters glided easily over the well oiled hardwood in the entrance hall and back towards the living room. The room was something out of a Victorian bodice-ripper meshed with a 70’s swinger pad. Two floors high with the entirety of one wall given over to bookshelves, the second level accessed by a wheeled ladder. A well appointed entertainment centre sat in front of a lushly padded conversation pit. Elsewhere in the room was a reading nook, a hifi with space to dance and a few sofas for those who didn’t fancy the pit. Rich blue and black feather-patterned wallpaper glinted darkly in contrast with the rich dark hardwoods of the fittings and furniture.
“Chrsit alive Amber how can you afford all of this?”
“Quite easily, things have really picked up now that I have someone to motivate me,” she said giving him a long kiss on the mouth and then a few quick pecks on the belly. “A whole lot of someones.”
It was true, Her recent promotion and the extra money from her OnlyFans modelling had been a good start but only the start. She worked in the software industry, specifically she worked for Atomsense, a company that developed specialist software used in nuclear reactors. Or at least she had, after solving some data modelling problems to get a software upgrade through government approvals on time she had been snapped up as a special consultant to Department for Science, Innovation and Technology in a unique role that required proven experience and qualifications in both nuclear engineering and corporate programming as well as the people skills to get bureaucrats to put their faith in high science they could never understand. Needless to say, she commanded a high salary.
With a stable and high paying salary she could invest the nest-egg she had made from the web into several lucrative business investments meaning that even with the exorbitant cost of renting the manor and all of her other expenses she was still around £100 richer day after day. She was not yet a millionaire but if all held, she would be time she retired.
But her real wealth was right next to her, breathing heavily and sighing to himself.
“Now, where do you want me to park you?”
“Can you put me by the dining table, it’s almost time for dinner.”
The hospital bed did not provide enough room for Amber to cuddle with her boyfriend given the colossal size of his womb, so instead she stood by him for a long while leaned across his belly so that his head laid against her chest, and his big ripe belly was wobbling against her own midriff.
“I’m so sleepy, I hope you don’t mind but I think the babies want me to take a nap,”
She kissed him. “Then sleep,”
When she was sure Charlie was sleeping deeply enough that she wouldn’t wake him she got out a tape measure and her phone and began assessing the dimension of his colossal stomach, which turned out to be an eyewatering 270 centimetres from sternum to pelvis. Measuring his shoulders, his legs and his inseam all produced far more sane and rational numbers.
She crunched a few numbers, made some calculations and went into another room to make some calls. She also had to move in their luggage.
When all was said and done it was time to sort dinner. Which meant something very different after the increase in her fortunes. Within a half hour she had half of the local takeaway's menu delivered to their door.
She was both far and near to Charlie as she watched him feed. Standing a few feet from his head, she massaged the great prow of his belly as he ate ravenously. His skin was slick with sweat and stretched tight around his massive brood.
“How’s my big daddy getting on with his dinner,”
“There’s no room but I just keep shoving it in,” he whimpered. “God the babies are so hungry, I’m so hungry, I can’t get enough. Can I milk you afterwards, love.”
She purred as she leaned over that gloriously bloated womb of his. Her long, slender fingers seemed miniscule as she draped them over her lover’s belly.
“You know just what I want to hear, babe,” she said and kissed his bellybutton. Her lust got the better of her and she found herself slathering the stretched rubbery nub with slathering kisses until she was practically fellating his fecund tip.
“Ohhhh god,” he groaned, his voice muffled with food. “That’s it, oh I feel like I’m gonna blow,” he said, and swallowed before he let out a throaty moan, for once a moan of lust instead of pain.
“I’m such a belly perv aren’t I babe,” she said, hugging close against his vast, fatherly frontage. “And I’m so lucky I’ve got a big, handsome, fertile, daddy to dote on,”
When he was fully fed she snuggled closer to his chest and offered him desert.
“Your milk’s ready baby,” she said, pulling her bra down and playfully spurting some onto him.
Without another word he suckled just as desperately as he had in the van, his tongue flicking expertly over her teet. Immediately she felt herself release in him, waves of pressure pooling in her tits and jetting into him on a creamy white tide. She willed herself to produce more, spurt faster, fill her man’s hunger completely.
With a shudder she came, spurting her milk like a broken waterpipe on the release. Charlie sucked on until he was full, working her up near to the point of a second orgasm.
After excusing herself to finish off she came back with a small box held with great reverence in both hands.
“Charlie, I have something really important I want to ask you?”
“Of course - oh my god is that -” he said, barely coherent with shock.
She knelt beside her monstrously pregnant boyfriend and opened it “Will you marry me, Charlie?”
She saw him break into hormone-spurred tears of joy. “Oh, Amber, of course I will!”
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“Be polite, be respectful, and do not ask my husb - my fiance about his condition,” She realised as she spoke she must have seemed quite a peculiar sight herself, spilling out of a wedding dress in the corridor of a rented country house.
“It’s alright, you meet people going through all sorts of things when you do a job like this,” said Claire, a cheerful notary with whom Amber had arranged their small, private wedding. “A lot of people choose a home wedding because of health issues,”
“Good, it’s just that my Charlie’s very sensitive about the way he looks and I don’t want anything spoiling our big day.” Amber said as she led them into the living room.
“Of course I-” it took a long time to get through the rest of her sentence as she looked over the very, very, very, VERY pregnant groom waiting for her in the main room. Laid out on a medical bed, he wore a suit of ludicrous proportions, which Amber had needed to lie about and say was intended as a prop in a surrealist arthouse movie. The blazer and trousers were black with grey pinstripes, all very normal. But then there was a white cotton shirt that swelled out more than seven feet in front of him, dozens of buttons straining to contain a belly that overhung the edge of his bed by a considerable margin. For a moment she thought it might have been some sort of prank, then she noticed the sore red stretchmarks and occasional freckle showing and assumed it was a growth of some sort until the Groom, Charlie, winced in time with a bulge underneath the fabric of his shirt. He was pregnant. Mid bogglingly, terrifyingly pregnant.
Standing as witnesses to this unusual union were two women, Doctor Lantry, and one of the nurses from her clinic, who she had called up to provide an ultrasound before the ceremony. Both of them were looking at Charlie with the sort of concern that implied they were worried they would have to go to work any moment. Indeed, the Doctor had let Amber know she had bought her birthing kit with her.
“Thank you for having me,” Claire eventually managed to get out.
“Oooh,” Charlie groaned, hands absently trying to stroke his belly through his shirt. “Thanks for coming out to us.”
“Shall we begin,” Amber said as she stepped beside her husband-to-be, his stomach so large that going face to face would have been a farce.
“We are gathered here to witness the wedding of Charlie Carter and Amber Garton” Claire, the notary said as she went through the boilerplate of officiating a wedding. She was interrupted periodically by the gasps and whimpers of the very pregnant man in front of her.
“I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride,” she said at last.
It was really more Amber kissing her new husband, she crouched down and kissed him passionately, her huge flushed breasts pressed against his chest. She rested a hand on his huge pregnant belly.
They used his gigantic womb as a table, mostly because Amber thought it was hot as fuck, and quickly signed the necessary paperwork.
Claire made some polite small talk and then zipped off to get it processed, though from the way she scurried out of there it seemed more like she was scared of the new husband rupturing in front of her.
Doctor Lantry stayed longer.
She approached the happy couple with the stiff politeness of a consummate professional. “Congratulations, Mister and Misses Carter” she said guardedly. “But you really need to consider induction, you’ve done well to get this far and your last sonogram says the babies are all healthy but there’s no need to strain yourself this much, frankly I think the babies should have come out of you weeks ago, but they can come out today if you’ll just let me arrange transport to a hospital.”
“No,” Charlie said breathily, his flushed cherubic features seeming particularly innocent as he could only look up at her from his spot in the bed. His womb was starting to throb with activity. “Thank you for being such a good doctor, but I just can’t face a hospital,”
“Besides,” Amber said lustily as she pawed her husband’s belly. “I think these kids will come soon enough.”
“Fine, look I don’t live that far from here, give me a call if anything changes,”
Doctor Lantry and her nurse left and finally they were alone.
“Ugh, I thought I was going to pop a button,” Charlie groaned, hands resting against the top curve of his huge bump.
“I kind of wish you had, imagine the looks on their faces when my big sexy hubby shows a little skin.” Amber said as she walked past him in the direction of the dinner table. “Now wit there,”
She wheeled in a utilitarian metal table and positioned it at a right angle to Charlie’s bed as close to the edge of his bed as she could get.
She scooted backwards onto the table and laid back with her legs hanging open off to either side. Peaking over her milk-heavy breasts she watched his already flushed face blush deeper as he took her all on, laid on the edge of the table with her legs hanging off the side.
“Eat, and maybe I’ll feed you later,” she said, pinching a thick jet of milk from her right breast to encourage him.
Laying back she heard his laboured breathing get nearer and nearer. Eventually a hand reached up her thigh towards her panties. She slapped it away. “My garter first, I’m your wife now Mister Carter, you have to treat me right,”
A hand reached for her garter belt. She slapped it away again.
“With your teeth. Show your wife how much you want it.”
Looking past herself she could see that great belly stir and lean as its owner stretched to his maximum to reach her.
Hands supported her calf and thigh. She felt teeth scrape her thigh and hot nostril breaths against her skin like some lustful beast. The fine lace of her garter trailed down her leg and off her ankle.
“Okay, now, you can have a piece of Misses Carter” she said, helping him slide off her panties, already sodden in anticipation.
Charlie was a slightly clumsy lover but what he lacked in experience he made up for with sheer enthusiasm. A tongue lapped hungrily at her womanhood and occasionally a kiss planted on her lap to show his affection. Her breasts flushed with milk, spurting all over the fine white fabric of her wedding dress. Somehow she suspected she would not be showing it off to their children someday. But as much as she felt a hot, erotic pressure welling in her tits, something even stronger was building down between her legs.
“OH! Oooh Charlie! Yes!” She squealed as she came so mightily that it seemed like her waters had somehow broken, despite her empty womb.
She sat up and locked eyes with her new husband. His face flushed and damp, a lovedrunk smile on his face.
“You’re delicious, you know that,” he said.
As a response she put her hand in his hair and then pressed his face back into her laps.
“Go for desert,” she said with a lusty chuckle.
He ate her out again, and then when she had orgasmed once more, he did something much more assertive than she expected. He grabbed her hips, dug his face in and went back for thirds. Then fourths, until finally, she was a panting, milkdrenched mess, her makeup smeared by sweat and joyful tears. Somewhere in her orgiastic gauntlet her fine updo had worked loose from her pleasured squirming.
“Alright, daddy alright.” she said, panting as if she had run a marathon. She pushed herself up to sitting, her arms quivering with sweet exhaustion. “That was lovely, what brought that on?”
He wiped her juice back from his face into his hair and down his neck and shoulders. “Well you always look after me, I ugh” he said, a soft sultry tone cut off with a grunt caused by the kicking which had not abated in his womb. “So I wanted to look after you. Besides you always get to see me looking a state, maybe I wanted to see you like that. Know I did that to you,”
“You're a new man now that we’re married Charlie, I love seeing you so confident,” she said, sliding off the table onto quivering legs, her gait unbalanced as she’d kicked off one of her heels on her third orgasm. “I suppose I should reward good behaviour,” she drank from one of her own tits and let some dribble down her chin.
During their tryst she had milked so mightily that a wet patch was dripping from the ceiling but she still had more welling up in her. She rested against her husband’s belly as she fed him, slowly recovering her strength as she fattened him more and more on her milk. She kissed him lazily on the mouth, along his jaw, and down his neck. She loved the way her juices commingled with his sweat, breathing in the smell of their union on her husband’s skin, sampling it with her tongue.
Between the exhaustion of her orgasms and the rippling cushion of her husband’s nigh-monstrous pregnancy she nearly dozed off mid feed before her husband said something so sexy it gave her back her second wind.
“I’m full, Ugh, I think I’m going to burst,” he said, his blue eyes heavy with lustful exertion.
“Good, you digest for a minute while I go get ready.”
Ten minutes passed and when she came back she had an exciting new device. The medical gurney that held her bedbound husband was all well and good, but for what came next she would need something that would hold up his huge, elephantine womb without getting in the way. To that end she rolled out a motorised medical lifting hammock similar to the type used to move people with limited mobility into and out of wheelchairs, baths and similar scenarios. In shape it was sort of like a motorised hammock with a soft medical cloth sheet to hold its user. Though it was designed to hold a person of considerable mass she was not entirely sure it would hold up under the weight of her husband’s belly. But she had to try.
“I’ve got a lot planned for you my love, do you trust me?” she asked as she wheeled it over to him,
“I do. I really do.”
With care and great gentleness she slipped the harness beneath the weighty swell of his beautiful, horrifyingly huge belly, the stubborn buttons of his shirt still hanging on across the fecund expanse. But she would change that.
Pressing a button on the hammock she watched with rapt attention as the hammock slowly lifted his belly off of his poor squashed thighs and then working in tandem she got him on his feet.
“Ohhh, oh my god, that actually feels kind of nice,” he said, resting a hand against his belly. “Ugh, what a weight off my hips, my back. Oh god, Ambs, if I didn’t feel like I was going to explode I could almost forget I’m pregnant.”
“You know I love to spoil you, my great big baby daddy,” she said proudly before planting a kiss on his bellybutton, which was roughly level with hers now that the hammock was doing its job. “Now don’t go anywhere, I’m just going to get a few more things to treat you,” she said, crossing past his belly to give him a kiss on the cheek before she disappeared out of the room.
She pulled away his dolly and a few minutes later came back with a couple of standing mirrors on it which she set up at angles just off to his sides.
As he went to ask she silenced him and told him to just be patient.
Another ten minutes passed before Amber reappeared. She looked crazed as she approached him. Her dress and hair dishevelled from her time on the table, her makeup and especially her mascara had run from sweat and orgasmic tears. Her fat breasts hung out of her wedding gown, nipples damp and glistening with milk. A look of sheer determined lust was plastered to her face as she bore down on her beloved.
She was pulling something behind her, some sort of cylindrical device held on a small dolly not unlike an external oxygen tank for those with breathing difficulties. Where it differed was that the thin cable on it ran to some kind of small control attached to Amber’s wrist. The second difference was far, far larger. Parting the slit of Amber’s once elegant wedding dress was a big, girthy purple strapon as long as her arm.
“Are you ready babe,” She said, her voice high and almost tense with anticipation for what she was going to do to him.
Charlie put his hands protectively over his harnessed broodsack. “Oh my god, are you going to try and stick that in me?”
She nodded giggling all the while. “Oh yeah babe, it’s your wedding present, she said before pressing the button on her wrist. She shuddered in time with the low buzz of a vibrator, and more vitally a spurt of cum from the end of her ersatz cock. “I spent a fortune on this beauty, and the ‘fuel’ - the real stuff from a reputable spermbank with less than reputable warehouse staff - you know how creampies can start labour? Well I’m going to fuck you till your waters break!” she emphasised her statement with another spurt of borrowed cum.
“I’m not sure,”
“Come on,” She said, gently patting his stomach. “We’ve had so much fun so far, would be a shame to stop now before I can get you off,”
She saw him peer past his belly at the drip of cum hanging from her strapon.” She knew he didn’t get that belly without being at least a bit susceptible to the temptations of cum.
“Oh alright,” he relented. “But it's been a while and I’m soooo preggers, so you’ve got to be gentle,”
“Oh I know, aren’t you a good boy, saving yourself for marriage,” She chuckled lustily, patting his belly just a bit too hard. A baby kicked back in response. “Just yell ‘corriander’ and I’ll stop.”
“Okay, ‘corriander,’ got it,” he said with the eager trepidation of someone at the top of a rollercoaster right before the drop.
“Now, let’s prep you,” she said with one last kiss to his belly before she ducked below the equator of his womb. First she looked at the swollen feet and ankles of her husband and put a kiss first on one ankle then the other, though she paid little attention to his feet. She was having a pseudo-medical strapon labour induction sex with her extremely pregnant husband but she drew the line at foot fetishism.
She heard him gasp in surprise as she pulled his trousers down, and gave his fat ass a slap - savouring the squeal that followed. Next she pulled down his boxers revealing his boycunt and the full bush surrounding it.
“Oooh how rugged,” she said as if he had any way to shave himself. “Well let me pay you back just a little bit,” she said, kissing hims lustily on the clit a few times. As she suspected he was easy and eager, dampening almost immediately and shivering in the anticipation of orgasm. Then she pulled back.
She reappeared and leaned against the rockhard dome of his belly, feeling the babies writhe beneath his skin.
“Wouldn’t it be cruel of me if we came all this way and then I didn’t let you cross the finish line.”
“No don’t, come on, please I haven’t cum in months,” he begged, wincing as a ridge of foetal movement tented his shirt. The buttons still held.
“Mmm, you got there so quickly, it’s a little anticlimactic. This’ll be the first time I make you cum, shouldn’t we try and make an event of it,”
“Oh come on, I’m in this harness, it’s our wedding day, and I’m the most pregnant person alive, what else do you want!” he said half desperate half demanding. She had never seen him get so bratty, this was her doing for spoiling him these last 9 months. She would definitely have her fun.
“Just for that you have more to do,” she said, a hand gliding between the spread slivers of his shirt to stroke the sore pregnant flesh beneath it. “Beg.”
“Please,” he said sweetly.
“Beg like you mean it or you can stay like this while I go jill off on the table and shoot a load up your back while all you can do is listen,” she said with sultry menace, before her long tongue swirled around his belly button. The carrot and the stick.
“Amber, please, love of my life, I need you, I need you to fuck me like the dirty, huge fucking man-pregger I am. I -”
“Call yourself a cumslut,” she demanded. “Tell me why you like it,”
“Yes! Yes! I’m such a naughty little cumslut boy. God you have no idea babe, I want it all over me, covering my belly, I want it in my hair, I want to guzzle it, babe please just give me that salty delicious cum,”
“Now that’s a good boy, such an obedient husband. Now tell me how much you love me.”
“Amber, I know it’s impossible but I wish these were your babies,” he said, pressing his palms into his distended swell of pregnancy. “Even before we got together I used to dream of being with you, of the life we could have together. You’re the smartest, strongest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known and you make me want to be a better man so that I can do right by you. I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I could never imagine having a better mother to my children.”
She spurted a stream of milk over his shirt, turning it transparent against his veiny stretchmarked skin. “And these?” she asked.
“And you have the hottest fucking tits I’ve ever seen, my God did I get lucky!”
“You sure did babe,” she said giving him a kiss on the belly before she came round to nuzzle him, kissing with tender passion as she soaked up the love of her husband. “I love you so, so much, my kind, handsome, knight in shining armour.”
Then she tittered with errotic delight as she activated her strapon again, spurting into her hand. “Now let’s fuck you properly,” she said wiping some cum across his lips.
She kissed him one more time before she went back to the hammock’s controls and moved the hoist further up, tilting the weighty pregnancy further upwards and forcing her husband to tilt backwards, steadying himself against the table.
“What are you doing?”
“Just making sure we have the best possible angle,”
“Okay, I trust you,” he said breathlessly, the weight of his pregnancy pressing on his diaphragm.
She answered him, her voice thick with lust. “You’re so fucking sexy,”
She pressed her palms against the underside of his belly and then her whole face and torso against his monstrous belly before, at last, with a hitch of the hips she entered him.
“Oooh, oooh the babies, ooh they’re going crazy,” he moaned, his throat tight with the curious mix of pressure, pain and pleasure.
Lovingly, ruthlessly, Amber slammed her strapon into her husband’s wet and ready pussy. Straight on she could just barely see the top of her husband’s head past the living mountain of his grossly pregnant belly. But from the sides she could see him in ¾ profile, his angelic features clenched as he tried to ride out the violent kicking welling up in his belly. His shirt rippled and distended, the fabric lifting over the rise of oversized limbs all around his belly. The huge lump of a baby laying its back out against his womb walls stretched his left flank agonizingly out of shape.
She looked so small as well, pressed up against that vast, strangely shaped broodsack like a termite beside their bloated queen. She smiled at herself with wicked abandon as a dark, impulsive thought welled up in her head.
She put her hands against the fleshy wall of womb in front of her and pressed in hard.
In reflections she saw Charlie’s eyes squeeze shut as he let out a low throaty wail.
The first button on his shirt finally failed, shooting off with such force that it thumped Amber in the cheek, a half-inch shy of taking an eye out.
“Oh god I’m gonna pop,” he yelled as the stormy amniotic sea bulging out of his waist roiled so violently that his babies almost threw him off his feet, rolling him this way and that in the hammock.
Pressed up against him she could share some of his pain, absorbing the recoil of frighteningly powerful movements within his womb. She felt the full, oppressive weight of his womb, of the ten overfed, oversized babies shifting and pressing against her, separated only by the thin shell of her husband’s skin.
“It’ll be alright baby!” she yelled as she kissed and slathered all over his hot, rippling underbelly. For the first time she felt afraid for him, the sheer weight, the unborn mass throwing around inside of her man seemed almost impossible to handle. Looking over his belly she saw the lumps and tented hollows of its surface writhing and changing, limbs moving beneath the flushed, bruised skin at shocking pace and force. And size. The stretchmarks lining his belly seemed to flush redder and swell as if they were about to split apart every time a freakishly huge foetal limb moved underneath. Throbbing veins bunched and flexed like pale blue lightning bolts across his horrifyingly pregnant belly.
“Don’t let me burst!” He said half sobbing half moaning as the heady cocktail of agonising womb pressure, mortal terror and the rapturous joy of being properly fucked after nine long months built up and mixed in his overly-pregnant body.
Finally, just as she saw the orgasm building on his face Amber activated her pseudocock, vibing her pussy and filling her husband’s. Again and again she pressed the activator flooding her husband’s man-cunt with an unnatural amount of cum.
“AAAAAOOOOOHHHHRRR” Charlie filled the room with a bloodcurdling scream that ebbed into an orgasmic roar so completely she could hardly say where one started and the other ended.
She braced herself for a pop, for a rip, for some great deathscream from her poor husband but instead there was no pop.
There was a snap.
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Thanks for reading to the end. I hope to do 1 or 2 more parts. I intend to put all of it here and on my own blog: depravedpreg
TMPREG, eventual M/F, Hyperpregnancy, Extreme baby movement, F masturbation.
(Part 1)
Loosely inspired by prompt 465.6, “it’s not common but id love to see some het mpreg. give me an alpha woman taking care of her super preggers omega bf. lol”
Synopsis: Amber has a big crush on her roommate. He just so happens to be a hugely pregnant transman. In this chapter, she does something about it.
Nine weeks had passed since the discovery of the tenth child in Charlie’s womb. But for the heavily pregnant father-to-be, it felt like much more.
Despite the daunting number of babies filling his boy-womb and their 99th percentile size, he still seemed to follow the normal pattern of gestation; namely, that as he was entering into his third trimester, the rate of growth surged considerably. Between his twenty-week appointment when they found his tenth little bundle of joy and now, his belly had practically doubled in size. As had the movements roiling inside his flushed pink womb. Bulges jutted from it constantly, and each one was announced with a whimper, a coo or a hiss and in dire circumstances, even a scream.
All the while, Amber had looked after him and lusted after him. She knew it was not perhaps the best thing to lust after a man so pregnant he could barely walk, but in her defence, her crush on Charley ran back far further than his pregnancy. No, his impending fatherhood was just the straw that broke the camel’s back and made it impossible to picture herself with anyone else.
At present, she was leaned over the back of their living room sofa watching as their doctor examined his enormous pregnancy.
He was too large to attend his doctor’s appointments; indeed, he was too large to fit in his car or even go through particularly tight doors. His belly set and broke records for sheer gestational size at each measurement session.
At present, he was sat up in the living room, his torso so thoroughly filled with babies, amniotic fluid, and the largest placenta ever recorded that if he had reclined as he would have in a routine checkup, his transpaternal immensity would have squeezed the breath right out of him.
“You’re lucky your…friend is willing to pay for private care,” Doctor Lantry, his GP, said as she moved the wand of a portable ultrasound machine around his record-breaking womb. “House calls aren’t a normal part of the job these days.”
“I really am,” Charlie said in a strained, throaty voice, it had become his normal speaking voice for some time, the weight and internal pressure of his gigantic womb had seemingly affected even that much about him. Nevertheless, that cherubic smile of his shone through, even as she saw him flinching at the movements in his tummy.
“Happy to help,” Amber said, leaning in behind him, one fat breast pressed against his shoulder. From her angle, she couldn’t see his face but she was sure she saw the left side of that gorgeously distended womb flutter with excited fetal movement.
Doctor Lantry was quick about her visit and hurried out of the flat with a haste that suggested even she was uncomfortable around someone so catastrophically pregnant.
“Phew, I thought she’d never leave,” he said breathily.
“I dunno, looks she hurried off so fast she didn’t get all the gel,” Amber said as she went and got a dishcloth from the kitchen. Without being asked, she knelt down in front of him and went to clean his belly. This was her ritual, her worship of the fertility-god huffing and groaning in front of her.
“You’re so good to me,”
“Uh huh,” she agreed vacantly as she stared, almost hypnotised at the rippling pink expanse before her. Stretchmark atop stretchmark radiated out from a swollen, forced-out belly button, ready to pop like a champagne cork.
‘Don’t suck it. Don’t suck it. Don’t suck it.’ she thought as she stared at that darkened knob of a belly button, turned brown by the linea negra that bisected Charlie’s stomach She watched that line waver as the babies at the front of his grossly distended womb moved and squirmed, it amazed her how he was so pregnant and his babies so active that his very dimensions could change in an instant, if his brood were well behaved his womb shot out of him by around three feet, but if they were misbehaving he sometimes traded length for width such that they stuck out only two and a half feet.
“I think I got it all,” she said, taking one last glance at his massive belly before sitting down beside him on the sofa.
Charlie laughed and rested his hands on the shelf of his stomach. The button-up shirt he wore open was completely pushed apart by that enormous, writhing womb. It was almost comical how much taught, pregnant flesh the humble Size S shirt was supposed to contain.
“Yeah, but I thought I’d leave you down there, you rubbing this big thing’s the closest thing I can get to a massage right now.”
She probably stared at him for a second too long before answering, “Do you want a massage? I could give you one if you want.”
She saw the nervous look on his face, and then she saw him push past it. “Yeah, I’d like that,”
“Alright, great, we’ll do it tonight, after I get off work” The day passed strangely for Amber. She couldn’t say it passed with the tedious slowness of most of her workdays, which were spent scouring over spreadsheets and fighting to stay awake in Teams meetings. Instead, the day passed with a mounting mix of apprehension and anticipation. With increasing frequency, she also had to make time in her day to pump her breastmilk.
Though Amber had never given birth, she knew that very soon there would be a lot of hungry mouths to feed, and if she were to get with Charlie, then his children would be her responsibility as well, so she took the pills necessary to build up a milk supply ready for them. And their birth-father. As she held the pump to one fat, engorged breast, she imagined herself presenting her flushed, throbbing tits to Charlie for him to suckle on, his pained whimpers briefly silenced, his babies contented and still in his belly, appeased by her milk.
As she often did during the day, she found a way to double her money without doubling her workload - namely by recording herself expressing and then selling it on pornsites for extra cash. Quite a bit of it in fact.
“That’s it, big and strong, my handsome man,” she grunted between gritted teeth. When she came, an extra spurt of milk filled the pump, and her free tit squirted heavily onto her thigh. All her viewers would think she was just saying a bit of encouragement for them; none could ever imagine that she was fantasising about the most pregnant person in the world.
When she was done, she put her milk in a minifridge. So far she hadn’t broken the news that she was lactating to Charlie since it would open the floodgates and force her to confess her feelings for him. But she had been putting it in his cereal each morning for weeks now. A man with enough kids inside him to host a five-a-side football match needed the nutrients and hormones in her milk more than most.
During the day, she would often have to put her work aside to help Charlie out, be that helping him to the bathroom, or making him something to eat - which he needed often due to the nutritional needs that went into gestating on his massive scale.
By five in the afternoon, Amber was done with her work and ready to get on with the massage. She had changed out of the white office shirt she wore for videocalls into the old white croptop she wore, ostensibly because she wanted to get comfortable. But in reality she was planning ahead for her own pleasure.
“Still up for it?” she asked, a set of knotted linen sheets folded under her arm. “I thought about doing it on my yoga mat but then I thought about how hard it might be to get you back up, so shall we do it on your bed,”
“Are you asking to take me to bed, Miss Garton?” he said to her flustered silence before he broke out into laughter, “The look on your face! Come on, yeah, lets do it your way”
There were plenty of belly bands that were designed to help people carry the weight of their pregnancies and despite being more common the more oversized the belly they all came well short of fitting around the monstrous circumference of Charlie’s belly. And with that preposterous size came preposterous weight, the children inside of his belly were already averaging six pounds in weight, multiplied by ten and then doubled for the weight of fluid and placenta stuffing him and he was hauling close to 120 pounds of gestational weight in front of him. To put quite simply, he was too pregnant to move under his own power. Instead, they had the linens.
“Secure the cargo,” Charlie chuckled, his hands resting comfortably on the shelf of his stomach.
By using a large linen sheet and tying it over his back and shoulders they could help to distribute the weight of his belly. Up until around week twenty-five, that was enough for him to get up and waddle his way about the flat, albeit painfully. But now they needed an extra stage of support. She tied a similar impromptu harness about herself, an empty pouch sagging off her front. Squatting over the grotesque sack of pregnant flesh in front of her and slid the pouch beneath his tremendous undercarriage. Finally, she secured the two harnesses by safety-pinning them together.
“Careful,” Charlie teased, half-jokingly. “One wrong move and -” he mimed a balloon popping.
“Alright, jokerboy, you ready?” Amber said with barely repressed amusement. And very well-repressed arousal.
“Ready -mph- when you are,” the jostling of affixing the harness had caused the babies to start kicking already, and it would only get worse.
With mutual grunts of effort, they hauled Charlie upright along with the bloated swell of fecundity ballooning out of him. She felt his distended belly button tickle against her skinny innie as the brood colonising his womb kicked towards the front of his belly. She wasn’t sure she would ever want to get pregnant, and why even bother when she was practically a handmaiden to the god of pregnancy already, but when her god’s herculean progeny kicked and stretched his belly up against hers, it felt at once like she imagined pregnancy and at once not. The primary difference was that she imagined that if she were pregnant, the sensation wouldn’t have her pussy wetter than a housecat left in a storm. As it was, she had to fight from going cross-eyed or her legs buckling from the nigh-orgasmic bliss of it.
It was a careful process that relied on trust, flexibility and spotlessly clean floors. Amber had to lead with her back or ‘arse first into the room’ as she had put it. And Charlie had to look over her shoulder to guide her. Of course, that meant that he also had a full view of her face and could see her biting her bottom lip and turning bright pink.
“How are you holding up? Not too much for your back?”
“Just, fine, Chaz, couldn’t have got this far without a strong back, look at me,” she said with a nod down to her breasts, which had pushed past her starting K-Cups to meaty, milky M-Cups. She just hoped her nipples wouldn’t poke through her top too badly. As if on cue, Charlie grunted as a limb bulged out of the tip of his belly and jabbed against her left breast.
“Oh my god, -mghph- sorry I’m so-” Charlie fretted between another grunt as another child, this one on his flank, threw a tantrum.
Amber cut him off, her voice higher than usual. “Don’t worry about it,”
It was only another minute’s work to get him to his bed and help ease him down.
After getting the linen harnesses off, it took a great deal of effort to get Charlie settled in his bed. He groaned as the crushing weight of his pregnancy settled lower in his pelvis. He winced and whined as his fetuses kicked in protest at the upheaval. Even as she sat behind him, she knew it would be hell of an arm workout to get him back up again the next time a baby pummeled his bladder and he needed to make for the toilet.
Gently, she slid his shirt off of him and put it to one side. She became keenly aware of how far his womb bulged out past his flanks. She remembered the course of his growth. From an unusually large pudge at month one, to looking like he could deliver at month two, to looking overdue with triplets by month three, and so on. As his womb ballooned out it had started relatively spherical before he started to swell further out lengthwise than widthwise and then as his growth moved from ‘high order multiples’ to ‘what the fuck’s wrong with your womb’ territory, his belly lost most of its conventional shape and began to follow the strange shapes of the babies growing ceaselessly within him. With that tremendous growth, his waist blew out and his belly exceeded the rest of his torso in width. Dull red stretchmarks ran like the laces of a corset from just below his surgery scars to the curve of his hips, almost exactly setting a border between the pale flesh that covered most of his body and the flushed pink and red of his womb.
She began by rubbing the oil into his back.
“Oooooh Amber” he said his voice almost sultry with relief. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, just my back’s really tight,” he added sheepishly.
“Don’t worry, let me look after you.” She leaned into him, fat boobs pressed against his oily back, their warmth radiating into each other.
He quivered as she pressed her thumbs into the strained fibres of his back muscles, starting at the base of his spine. She worked up his slim, freckled back with the careful, lovingly applied force of a sculptor bringing a masterpiece from clay.
Peering over his shoulder, she could see his babies were still moving; they seemed to move almost constantly, but their movements were languid and relatively gentle, which at least meant that they were relaxing along with their poor pregnant father.
“God, you’re soooo good at this, I bet all your exes miss you,” he said, his voice deeper than it had been in a while now that some of his discomfort had been alleviated. “Sorry I shouldn’t say all, like you just throw yourself about,”
Amber laughed softly into the back of his head, just admiring his golden blonde hair. “I knew what you meant Charlie, I know you hadn’t picked now of all times to start slutshaming me,” and then she chuckled once more and leaned fully over him, arms crossed across his chest. “But you’re right, I’m the best any of them ever had,” she said and then laughed one final time almost triumphantly. Looking over him from this angle she could almost understand what he saw. A flat, slender chest almost erupted below the sternum into a freakish show of fertility that forced his legs far apart and still smothered his thighs, following the dark strip of his linea negra across the ever-warping surface she found a gigantically swollen belly button far closer to his swollen feet and ankles than it had any right to be. She was sure she would hate to be so pregnant, but she loved seeing it on Charlie.
Putting that thought aside, she began working on his collar area where he seemed to carry a surprising amount of tension in his neck. She realised it was from having to sleep sitting upright.
“Carrying a lot of tension here, Chaz, should I get you a couple more pillows?” she said. ‘I’ve got a couple you can rest your head on right here,’ she thought and then became aware of the engorged throbbing in her breasts.
“Maybe, but I think there’s not much to be done when you’re as preggo as I am,” he sighed. “Can’t even lay flat without getting…well…flattened,”
“Fair enough, let’s make sure I get all the knots out then,” she said before working her thumbs into him.
“Ohhhh Amber!” He said, voice tightening like a spring, “Oh, oh, oh,” he said in short exhales. “Oh I think you got me alright.”
Even Amber blushed at that. “Right, well I’d better get dinner started,”
As she stood up and went to help him he gasped. They both looked down at her chest to see that her shirt had turned transparent revealing her palm-sized areolas and pinky-thick nipples standing at attention.
“Must have been the oil,” She said and covered herself with her hands. Slowly. “I’ll just go get changed…”
She knew that in reality while the oil certainly hadn’t helped it was her own engorged breasts that had milked through her shirt. She could still feel the pressure in her chest, but fortunately she could kill two birds with one stone.
She slid out of the room and after changing tops she got to cooking for her man. Six noodle packs, a mix of veggies, cubed pork and sliced chicken went into a wok along with a heap of spices. On the side she set one shelf on the oven to cook a selection of tempura prawns and on another she set up two dozen mozzarella dippers. She also blended up a smoothie pitcher of berries, bananas, coconut flakes and light yoghurt bulked out with protein powder and her own milk which she squirted straight from her tits into the blending cup. She bit back a groan, not just of the relief of draining her milkfat breasts but in knowing it would help Charlie and his babies through the pregnancy.
Finally, she plated and trayed Charlie’s meal and put it on a standing tray like the kind waitresses used at restaurants. And to the unaware it would seem she was serving up a family platter.
Musing on that Amber considered herself, her sister and her brother, as well as her father and mother, her aunt and three living grandparents. Her entire family was smaller than the new family, which was currently blowing out Charlie’s monstrous midriff beyond the size of a yoga ball. So yes, she was serving up a family.
Charlie had grown so large with child that it was hard for him to reach across himself to use both hands on the same task. Though the shelf of his belly had at least as much space as a small dining table, he couldn’t rest his food on it. In the best case, the activity in his womb would knock it clear off, or in the worst case, the heat would seep through into his womb and start up an absolutely agonising kicking storm. Instead, Amber helped him to feed, be that holding his bowl so he could twirl up some stir-fry or passing him his side bowls on request. About the only thing he could do on his own was drink, which he did with gusto, absolutely gulping down the smoothie.
“Mmm” he hummed in pleasure as he gulped it down, “Your smoothies are so good, there’s this special, kind of nutty flavour I just can’t place.”
“Probably just a pregnancy thing, I hear your tongue gets more sensitive,” She said and thought of his tongue swirling over the true source of that particular taste.
It took him half an hour to completely consume his dinner, and he did truly eat it right down to the crumbs by the time he was done. When he finished, he burped into his balled fist before letting out a contented sigh, hands roaming around his massive womb as if he could reach the actual guts behind the mass of babies. “That was lovely, thank you. I’m sure they liked it too.”
“Right, while you digest that, I’m going to get started on dessert, give me a call if you need the bathroom or anything,” she said before passing him a jar of pickles, which, true to the pregnancy stereotype, he loved to snack on recently.
She quickly made her own dinner, chicken, rice and grated cheddar rolled alongside some salsa into the closest thing the English mind could conceive of to burritos, and cooked under a panini press while she set about making the dessert course. It was nowhere near the feast she prepared for Charlie, not in size nor flavour, but frankly, she couldn’t spare such time on herself; she had a very, very pregnant man to look after.
Finally, dessert was done. A tray’s worth of brownies served as the foundation to a colossal double chocolate and vanilla sundae slathered in chocolate sauce, served with a sprinkling of crushed almonds and another couple of bananas on the side for Charlie. She had an apricot yoghurt cup.
Once again, she served it up and scooped up the first spoonful for him to eat.
“Remember, we have to go slowly, you don’t want to get brain freeze again,” she said direly, as they had discovered to their mutual displeasure that an ice-cream headache had the side-effect of making his babies go absolutely wild in his womb.
It was only just nine pm when Charlie finished his desert. But Amber was starting to get drowsy.
“Hey you okay,”
“Fiiiiiiine,” she said in a long yawn. “Just haven’t been sleeping well.
He looked guilty as recollection passed over him. “Because you have to keep getting up in the night for me,”
“No, no, of course not, Charlie,” she said, her heart breaking to see him backslide into his nerves again. And in truth, while she did often have to get up to help him to the bathroom, she was up just as often pumping and putting her milk into bottles for the morning’s breakfast. But she couldn’t think of a way to tell him that.
“You do, you have to wait on me hand and foot and all because of this,” he said, looking out at the grotesque swell that spilt off of him. “I’m already in bed, why don’t you try to get an early night’s sleep?” he said, his mood downcast.
She wanted to tell him about the milk, to tell him it wasn’t his fault, to say that she would have done more for him if she could think of anything and she would have done it all gladly, because nothing pleased her more than to make him happy and to be around him, even if it was doing nothing, even if it was hard work. And she wanted to say she would do it forever if she had to, because he was the love of her life, pregnancy or not.
But she was scared to tell him, she didn’t want to risk destroying their friendship, and now that he relied on her for his care, she didn’t want to feel like she was coercing him. And she was too tired to think of any clever responses.
“I’ll bring you some snacks before I turn in, call me if you need anything, okay?”
She brought him a few bags of sweets and a tray of finger sandwiches to go on the tray within arm’s reach of the massively pregnant man.
“Thanks again, Ambs, I had a really good day today” he said sadly, “And I’m sorry you have to keep doing all this for me.”
“Don’t be, you’re worth the work, and remember, no matter how late or how many times you need me, just call,” she said, before going back to her room.
She really thought that guilt would keep her from sleep but by the time she was done draining her tits again, she was half asleep already, and simply flopped back into bed, one white-beaded nipple still hanging out.
Eventually, she woke to feel the full bloated sensation of milk in her breasts again. She had to admit, those lactation pills she had taken had done their job. Perhaps even a bit too well, considering how many bras she had gone through. Still, she was doing well on Onlyfans and the other sites. She made a mental note to put aside some time on Saturday to shoot some videos. For right now she needed to go and get another bottle for her milking machine from the kitchen cabinets, having filled all the ones in her room.
Stepping out into the dark of the main room she noticed light spilling around the seal of his doorframe. Her phone showd no messages for him despite being close to two in the morning, by which time he normally would have needed her at least once by now.
“Hi Charlie, just checking if you need any- woah!”
She found Charlie squirming against his massive belly. He was biting down on a book to suppress a scream. Tears ran from his clenched-shut eyelids as he endured the frequent internal shoving of his brood. Even from across the room, Amber could see the round bulges thrashing under his skin. The whirling stretchmarks spiralling out from his distended belly button seemed to widen as the foetal horde under his skin threw a tantrum, all ten of them at once. She watched limbs tent his belly out quick and hard and in so many directions at once that hollows and valleys formed in his rippling surface such that he briefly resembled a sobbing pregnant mountain range more than he did a man.
“Jesus Charlie! Are you okay?” He nodded. “No you’re not spit out that book and talk to me,”
He complied and put the book aside. “Nghhya, yeah, I’m okay, I think the babies are just hungry,” his blue eyes were wide and wet with tears.
“Why didn’t you message me, I could’ve made something for you,”
“Because I hate making you wait on me! He almost screamed, pain and aguish thick in his throat. You shouldn’t have to,” he was weeping now and she could tell it was more than just hormones. “I know how much your career means to you and you have to keep dipping out of it to look after me -hnhn….mhrhhn….look after us,” he said between powerful kicks, hands resting guiltily on what little of the grotesquely active brood sack he could reach. “It’s bad enough I’m such a huge preggo mess I can’t look after myself, but I can’t keep dragging you down too. I’m such a stupid fucking breeder freak. I’m ugh, nrhhh I’m such a fucking burden!”
She looked down at him, sat before her. His touseled blonde hair, slick with nervous sweat, his skin flushed, his blue eyes wet, that rumpled white dress shirt he used to wear to work, now splayed open to make room for his sheer fecundity and then that enormous belly, filled painfully, debilitatingly full of babies, huge for their gestational age and torturing their father every second of the day with their sheer bulk. His legs were spread akimbo by the sheer bulk of his belly and his legs kicked and twitched uselessly, seeming far weeker than the forty limbs currently straining him to his limit.
And she lusted after all of him. And the man himself, who loved sci-fi, and kept trying to get her into videogames and wanted to own a pet sanctuary one day, she loved, completely and utterly.
“You aren’t a burden, not to me,” she answered breathily, sitting beside him on the bed and gently grazing his belly with her nails. Her hands drifted across the rippling, stretchmarked expanse of his boy-womb until she was circling the top of his belly where it shot out from just below his sternum. The “I love my job, but I … you mean more to me.”
“Ahhh-ugh- why are you always so -hnghhhh - nice to me?” he said, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Beneath her fingers, she could feel a baby thumping up at its father’s poor, abused belly skin. “I’m the -ooooh - hngh-hngh-hngh- size of a house, and it’s all my fault, but you’re the one who has to look after me,” he said between gritted teeth.
She eased closer to him until they were hip to hip, her arm wrapping around his shoulder, the fat pillows of her breasts pushing up against his flat chest. She put a palm against his warm, wriggling brood sack to try and calm it.
“Because I know you’re a good man. Because I know you’ll be a great father, because I know you’d do the same for me and because I like your smile and I want to see it more.”
His eyes were wide as saucers. She could see him wincing still as a few of his litter kicked near the front of his womb.
“Amber… I never thought you’d think of me like that, especially while I’m ugh - like this,” he said, resting a remorseful hand on his swell. She reached across his belly to grasp it, her thumb rubbing in circles on the back of his hand.
“Charlie, I….” all her doubts were still there. All her reasons to keep her love of him secret were unchanged by her walking into his bedroom. But she knew what she had to say. “I’ll always look after you and I’ll always want to do right by you and your children, no matter what happens or what you decide… but I want to be more than friends, you ask why I work so hard for you? Because you give me something to work for. You are the most handsome, strong, kind and funny man I’ve ever met, and you deserve someone who can see that in you, even if you can’t.” As she finished, she realised her eyes were watering as well now.
“I- oh god- Amber - I” he stammered out between wincing and groaning. His babies seemed to have picked up on his emotional distress and decided that his uterus could join his heart in turmoil.
“It’s okay,” she said dejectedly, “I’ll get you some more snacks, please don’t let this-” he kissed her. First on the cheek, then along her jaw, moaning with an odd mix of lust and pain before he reached her lips. He was a good kisser, passionate, and he knew how to use his tongue.
“I -hngh-ugh- I’ve had a crush on you since Year Nine, I just never thought I had a chance,” he said, still in pain, still cryin,g but these were definitely tears of joy. “I dreamed of a night like this. Except I wasn’t like this,” he said, gesturing down to his violently throbbing belly.
“Haven’t you heard, dad bods are sexy,” she teased and cupped his face.
“Now let’s get you fed,” she said, smiling vampishly as she unbuttoned her pyjama top. Her breasts hung fat and heavy off her body, white at the nipples with milky promise.
Charley gave her a bewildered look. “You’re -ooogh- you’re milking? Oh my God, are you pregnant too?”
“No, like I said, I know you’ll be a great father, but your kids still need a mummy.” She milked herself, squirting a thick, creamy stream onto his belly before dabbing it on her finger and putting it to his lips. “And you can call me mummy too,”
His big blue eyes seemed bigger still as they widened in shock. “That’s what I tasted!”
“Nothing better for a growing boy….and all the boys and girls he’s growing, you want more? Right from the tap?”
“Mhmm”
She moved in close and brought him to her breast.
“That’s it, drink,” she shivered, running her hands through his sweat-soaked hair and cradling him, “Ooohhh, you needed this,” she said, her voice wavering yet sultry. It was her biggest flow yet, neither her hands nor a milking machine could rival lips and a tongue going suckling from her fat teat. She loved to feel herself, her milk, her love flowing into her man, feeding him and feeding his children in turn.
Charlie pulled his mouth from her still dripping teat just long enough to say, “They needed this too.” His brood had slowed their movements almost to a stop, and for the first time in ages, his belly was almost at peace.
Amber rewarded herself by folding the other fat tit to her own mouth and drinking deeply of her other breast before showering Charlie’s chest and tummy with her let-down. Creamy white cascades of her milk soothed his tortured belly flesh wherever it landed.
With a dreamy sigh, she pulled Charlie off her nipple and kissed him, milk spilling from their lips. “We should’ve done this ages ago.”
*****
Thanks for reading to the end. I hope to do 2 or 3 more parts. I intend to put all of it here and on my own blog: depravedpreg
TMPREG, eventual M/F, Hyperpregnancy, Extreme baby movement, F masturbation.
Loosely inspired by prompt 465.6, "it’s not common but id love to see some het mpreg. give me an alpha woman taking care of her super preggers omega bf. lol"
Synopsis: Amber has a big crush on her roommate. He just so happens to be a hugely pregnant transman.
There was a tense silence in the clinic waiting room, or rather, there was a tense almost-silence. A half dozen mothers did not speak and pointedly tried not to stare, while a father-to-be filled the waiting room with soft groans and whimpers of discomfort.
When Charlie had first confessed to her that he was pregnant after a one-night stand, she had tried to assure him that with his recent top surgery, all it would take was some baggy clothes to convince people he was merely gaining weight.
Now, as she watched him struggle with his lopsided broodsack, that seemed like a charmingly naive notion. The largest t-shirt they could find only covered the top hemisphere of his belly, the rest hanging out in all its stretch-marked glory.
It was visibly heavy, his flushed underbelly sitting ponderously against the rough industrial fabric of the seat until it sagged down off the edge, all of that shifting mass seeming to come to a bloated, fundally stretched head right behind his enormously distended belly button. But the surest sign of its mass was the way Charlie was always reaching past his own bulk to try and support it, and the way it had no give, sitting as sure as granite in his hands, unbudged by his feeble attempts to support the mass that pressed so weightily down on his hips and pelvis.
Looking at it, she could picture all those fat, wriggling babies and the gallons of fluid in his womb weighing down on that poor belly button. She wondered what it might feel like.
A particularly hard kick high and off to the side pushed at the exact edge of his shirt, causing it to roll up, revealing more of his enormous belly. One woman, herself clearly carrying twins, gasped at the sheer size of the pregnant man opposite her.
Charlie dipped his head and awkwardly tried to pull his shirt back down.
“Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got this,” Amber said to her incredibly pregnant roommate. She stood up and leaned over the hot red bulge of Charlie's belly to pull the shirt down. The truth was, she would have loved to parade him in front of all of these mothers and show off that beautiful big boy-womb stuffed so achingly pregnant. But she settled for the brief electricity that ran through her as she pulled the hem of his shirt down, feeling her hands brush against the tight, squirming expanse of his womb. She had to resist the urge to pat his belly, to lick along the thick dark line of his linea negra, to suck on his belly button like she was trying to fellate him.
But she didn’t. She had slept with plenty of people, but she never could figure out her way into Charlie’s pants. He was so tender, so shy, and so unsure of himself that whenever she tried to compliment him, he squirmed in uncertainty. With that goliath swell pushing past his ribs, she had never found him sexier, but he had never found himself less so.
Amber had never had that problem, long-legged, auburn-haired, and slender in all places save one; she was the first girl in her class to start developing and now, in her late twenties, she wondered when she would stop. Fulsome breasts, easily in the K-cup range, gave her a jiggling chest that would have made her the centre of attention in any other company.
She was proud of her figure, of the attention it drew - even if it usually was just the simple lust of someone looking to fondle the most enormous tits they’d ever seen. But she also knew that was a barrier to the type of person she preferred. The reserved, thoughtful kind, that she could comfort and nurture, always thought she was toying with them, and so it had been with Charlie. In his current state, she was sure that if she so much as fluttered her eyelashes at him, he might break down in hormonal tears.
“Carter, Doctor Lantry will see you now.”
“Oh, and just when I was getting uncomfortable,” he said with a breathy laugh, punctuated with a lurching whimper as another baby assaulted his womb walls. “Would you please help me up again, Amber?”
He was always so polite with her. That gentlemanly aspect of him had always attracted her. When she dared to dream, she pictured him giving her a rose, and dressing up to take her to a fancy restaurant or to the theatre. And now in those dreams, he did all of that with a beautifully full womb as well.
With a mutual grunt of effort, she helped to pull Charlie to a standing position, his face flushed and sweaty, his belly flesh too had an extra sheen of perspiration to it.
“Try to keep up,” Charlie joked in a whisper as he began his marathon journey to the doctor’s office. His pregnancy had come to so thoroughly overwhelm him that he was now in the stage beyond waddling. He was in the wallowing stage. Swaying heavily, almost painfully from side to side, he put one foot in front of the other, both hands cradled under his bump - doing his best to alleviate the tremendous sagging weight of his womb. All the while, the kicking of his brood intensified with the extra movement, causing him to hiss and wince in pain.
Amber went ahead and opened the door for him since his belly was getting to the point that it was hard for him to open doors for himself. His belly joined her in the room, and then after a bit of careful positioning, the man himself entered. She felt her clit throb when his shirt brushed against one side of the doorframe.
“Good evening, Mister Carter,” said Doctor Lantry. She was a willowy woman with thin, refined features and a pleasant smile. “Have you given any more consideration to finishing your pregnancy with a long-stay facility?”
“No!” he said sharply, both hands clutching at his monstrously swollen womb. “No. I don’t want to be poked and prodded at,”
“I just think-”
“He said what he said, doctor,” Amber interceded. “Now let’s get him off his feet,”
Getting onto the medical bed was an ordeal in itself; the sheer weight of his preposterous pregnancy was such that his belly simply was his centre of mass, and that meant that lifting a leg up and swinging that enormous baby ball around was simply not feasible - at least alone.
Amber wore a lot of perfume to Charlie’s tests, solely to help cover how wet she got when this part came up. Working in tandem with the father-to-be, she laid her hands on the beautiful, overstuffed womb and helped to push his paternal heft onto the bed. She could feel the clammy smooth stripes of his stretchmarks and the forceful ripples of his babies beneath that tortured flesh. She could feel the kicking intensifying as their father jostled onto the bed.
“Oh god, they’re moving, they’re really moving!” Charlie wailed, one leg on the bed, one leg off as his womb contorted. “OHHHH GOD! Make it stooop!” he screamed, his eyes squeezed shut as the overly knocked-up boy tried so hard to endure the battle raging in his womb.
Writhing beneath his poor, abused belly-skin, the faint shapes of arms and legs surfaced and bulged out of him, each time eliciting a more powerful wail.
“Don’t worry, Chaz, we’ve almost got you,” Amber said loudly enough to be heard over his pained moans but with a gentleness in her voice meant to coddle him. As she helped to heft him up, she pushed into the undulating mass of his belly, causing the great, pressurised mass to writhe like a sack of puppies trying to burst free of him. She felt the powerful kicking of the nine fetuses inside him, the taut liquid pressure of his amniotic fluid recoiling with the motion, and finally she had him on the bed.
Charlie was practically sobbing with pain and humiliation by the time he was securely on the bed. She felt sad for him; she knew that this pregnancy was a burden on him. But by god she wanted to lick the sweat off his engorged womb and fuck him right on the bed. Doctor Lantry could watch. Or join in.
“It’s okay, you did it, Charlie, you did it.” She said, holding his clammy, trembling hand.
The Doctor waited for the surges of fetal movement to stop in her patient before commenting thusly. “Mister Carter, you really need to go to a specialised facility. We’re at least six weeks away from delivery, and your comfort is clearly being impacted.”
“I can’t,” Charlie protested. “If I go, doctors will study me and bring med students to learn about the freak on their maternity wards, and all those gossiping nurses, I can’t do it. I won’t!” his voice was strained not just from raw emotion but from the come-down of the kicking storm to get him on the bed.
“As your gestation progresses, so too will your care needs; are you prepared for that?”
“I am,” Amber answered.
“Thank you,” he said and gripped her arm.
“Well, I hope your partner-”
“Oh no, we’re just friends,” Amber said quickly, and made sure Charlie wouldn’t see her blushing.
“I hope your….friend is ready for the task then.”
“Your fluid levels are still high. Growth rate is strong, though; all babies are in the 95th percentile or higher, I would say. Hmm,” Doctor Lantry paused and studied her monitors closely as she worked the ultrasound wand over Charlie’s bump.
“What’s wrong?” he said, hands perched on the very top of his bump-shelf.
“Nothing, it’s just hard to be certain because all your fetuses are so active, but -” there was an extremely pregnant pause as she examined the interior of this extremely pregnant man. “Yes, I’m sure of it. We’ve found another. A big one too. Mister Carter, you’re carrying ten,” she said.
“Ten. My god,” he muttered, his eyes big and blue on his freckled face.
“I’ll help you pick out some extra names,” Amber said with a smile.
“Still so sure you want to look after me,”
“Absolutely,”
Doctor Lantry interrupted the moment. “If you change your mind, and I must strenuously recommend that you do, we can also help you into the proper facilities.”
“Thank you, Doctor, but I just want to go home now.”
Helping Charlie down from the chair was an ordeal, but a lesser one now that gravity was working with them rather than against them.
What followed was a marathon effort to get Charlie back out and through the waiting room and then into the car park.
“Oh god, my ankles, my back, it’s all too much!” he sighed. Struggling with the weight of his massive belly.
“Lean on me, it’s alright,”
“Thanks again, Amber,” he said as he held on to her side. Her payment was feeling the kicking of his brood as they pummelled her flank. It was seven minutes in heaven, shuffling to their car. After which Charlie was red and slick with sweat, his belly throbbing with kicks from his exertion. Save for the overstuffed womb, she was in a similar state from sheer lust.
Technically, it was Charlie’s car, but in his present state, he could hardly fit in the passenger seat, never mind behind the wheel. She helped him navigate his big belly into the shotgun seat, pushed back as far as it would go, well past the door pillar into the passenger seats at the back. And still, his throbbing lumpy womb occasionally lurched against the dashboard.
“Let’s get you buckled in,” she said, leaning over his belly to work the seatbelt. She felt the hot warmth of his ten-baby brood sack through the fabric of her skirt. In a perfect world, she would have posed like this forever. Instead, she dragged herself off as she found the buckle, though she made sure to drag her heavy breasts across his belly as she did so.
“I’m sorry you have to do all this for me,” he said, ashamed of his excess fertility.
“Don’t be, Charlie, I’m happy to do it, you know that,”
“You’re - “ he gasped as a particularly hard kick brought the hem of his shirt up again. “You’re a good friend.” She was struck by the fettered joy of his smile, that warmth undercut by the exertions of his condition.
His hand brushed hers as she helped to pull it back down. “So are you,” she said with equal tenderness. “Let’s get you fed, you’re eating for eleven.”
Driving with Charlie was a fraught affair in his current state. With no onlookers, he was free to moan and whimper with the volatile movements of his decuplets, which was more than a little bit distracting for Amber. Then there was the matter of his size. Charlie’s belly didn’t just surge out, it bowed round and wide past his widening hips and overhung into the central console by a few inches. More than once, she had actually caught him in his pregnant flank while she worked the gearshift.
“Sorry,” she hissed as she caught him, setting off a slight flurry of kicking.
“Gnaaah! Fuck!” he gasped, voice cracking as his belly quaked with movement. “It - oooh-urgh - it’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it,” he said between rubbing wide circles around the top of his belly.
It was true, she hadn’t meant to set off his brood, but she felt guilty all the same at the dark arousal that shivered through her whenever she saw him struggling with his own massive belly.
She kept her eyes on the road until she reached the drive-through of the nearest takeout spot to home.
“Your total will be £194, please come through to the next window.”
She ignored the fast-food worker’s shocked look at the mass of pregnant flesh sitting in the passenger seat, the man himself pushed back well out of their line of sight.
She paid and put the food behind her in the passenger seat. The sheer girth of Charlie’s belly meant he couldn’t handle the food, and Amber couldn’t get to the passenger side footwell. They had tried to balance the food on the shelf off his huge pregnant tummy like they had seen on TikTok videos, but the heat of the food made the horde growing in his womb restless. She still remembered the blood-curdling scream he let out when he thought he really was about to burst. And the babies had only grown stronger in him since then.
No, rather than risk that she now had to twist in her seat as she put away practically the entire breakfast menu behind her, along with multitudinous sides behind her. They drank their milkshakes on the way back. They both always had chocolate, which made things easier.
“Hmm, it smells great,” Charlie said breathily, as she saw the dents of limbs rippling across the surface of his belly intensify. “Ngh, looks like they think so too,” he said as he rubbed what he could of his belly.
“Don’t worry, we’re almost home.”
Home, such as it was, was a rented apartment on the ground floor of a soulless 2010s-era mid-rise. The parking was decent, with a reserved spot right outside their door.
Amber opened the door on his side. “Come on, big pull,”
“Ngh” Charlie said with a grunt of effort as they once again worked together to get him out of his seat. His legs nearly quaked with the exertion after his trip to the clinic and the ordeal at the car park.
He was almost at his most nervous getting back into the house, the idea that neighbours, people he knew, would see him so preposterously, debilitatingly knocked up.
For the most part, no one said anything, and that was true today as well, the benefits of going out mid-morning on a weekday. All the same, the memory of one of their neighbours muttering whale as they passed his lurching belly in the hall was still fresh in their minds as they made their way back to the flat.
It was modest. Two bedrooms of decent size, a kitchen, a bathroom and a living room/dining area with catalogue furniture, save for a few antique pieces Amber had picked up over the years.
The main sofa had been put up on bricks to make it easier for Charlie to sit down.
Even so, a brief squeal came from him as he sat down. “Ow! Owww! Lightning crotch,” he gasped, shifting uncomfortably on the cushions and pawing at his belly.
“Just try to get comfortable and I’ll be back in a moment.”
By the time she had gathered the takeout and returned, Charlie was sprawled out on the sofa, his colossal belly shifting languidly as he tried to recoup his energy.
“Sorry, Amber, can you help me get my shoes off?”
“Happy to,” she said as she put the takeaway on the coffee table in easy reach of her grossly pregnant roommate.
From this angle, she had an unrestricted view of his delicious underbelly. The ‘V’ of his hips where his belly pushed the front of his shorts down. She had to fight the temptation to pull them down entirely and eat out his ripe and ready boy-cunt.
She focused her mind and pulled off the orthopedic shoes he had needed to wear since his first trimester.
“No wonder that walk was killing you, your feet are looking really swollen today, your ankles too.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Charlie said behind the room divider of his lovely pregnant belly. She took the armchair closer to his head so she could watch him eat.
They put on the TV for background noise; she let Charlie pick. He chose to carry on with ‘their’ rewatch of Star Trek. She preferred fantasy, but she had fantasy enough already, right in front of her.
She ate her breakfast wrap and watched as flurries of kicks rippled across his womb. He still grimaced and rubbed his hand against the flushed pink expanse of his belly, but with his mouth constantly full, he couldn’t voice his discomfort.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m full but I’m still hungry. Because they’re still hungry, they’re already so big they’re squishing my stomach, but I must keep them fed. It’s like they’re controlling me from the inside out. Like I’m some womb on legs.”
She was going to fuck herself raw over that ‘womb on legs’ comment tonight. “About the extra baby, I meant.”
“God, I don’t know. I didn’t know what to do with nine of them, and now ten! God I’m such a stupid pregnant breeder slut, I knew I should have turned that guy down and now look at me,” he said shoving a hand into his own gut. It was a mistake, and they both knew it. Amber winced for what was to come.
“I’m - HMMMMNNGHHHHHYYYAAAR!!” he screamed, cut off by the sheer pain of his brood rampaging around his bump. Arms and legs, even the wide, round distensions of heads forced their way to the surface of his belly with their kicking storm.
“Oh shit! Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!” he screamed, eyes shut as he desperately put his hands over the relative sliver of bump he could reach. His eyes were squeezed shut to keep the sweat running down his face from getting into his eyes. “Oh Christ! They’re ripping me apart! Help me! Amber help - nghhh - I’m going to burst!!”
She dabbed his face with a takeaway napkin. “It’s alright, I’m here,” Amber grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently. “You’re not going to burst. Deep breaths, nice and steady, I’ll calm them down.” She held him with one hand and moved to soothe his belly with the other, from the force of the babies pushing against her palm. It was hard to believe he was only twenty weeks. Bit by bit, she helped to calm the babies and their suffering father.
“Thanks,” Charlie said in a small, drained voice. “Sorry, you have to spend all this time looking after a hugely pregnant freak like me.”
She still had her hand on his bump. She stroked it gently over the ridges of his stretchmarks. “You know I don’t think of you like that. It’s a beautiful thing you’re doing.”
“I’m the size of a house!” he protested with the slightest mirth in his eyes that told her she had succeeded in cheering him up. “And you have to do everything for me, my food, helping me move, and all the rest. All because my belly’s so stuffed full of babies.”
She looked deeply into those big, soft eyes of his. “I would do anything for you.”
After brunch was over, she logged back into work. She hadn’t told Charlie yet, but over the last sixteen weeks, since he announced his pregnancy she had been putting her all into work and earned a promotion, as well as putting her juicy tits and bubble butt all over OnlyFans. She was sitting on a small fortune—the fortune it would take to raise ten children.
Periodically, she paused her work to come back out to the living room and check on Charlie, helping him adjust his position on the couch, helping him to the bathroom, and fetching him snacks and drinks as needed. Even when she was working, she kept her iPad on her desk so that she could message him. Their chat was a stream of memes, dirty jokes, and the sort of aimless conversation that only people who have known each other for a lifetime can accomplish.
Amber heaved slightly as she helped Charlie shift into bed. “Good night, Charlie,” she said, knowing she would probably have to help him to the bathroom at least twice at night.
“Good night, Amber,” he said with a laugh. “Sorry, we sound like a married couple in a kids' book.”
“Yeah, I guess we do.”
Though she was anticipating some disturbances in the night, she knew she would have at least a little while, so she changed into a corset, suspenders and stockings, her face hidden by a little mask. She remembered to take her pills, as well.
She put on some soothing background music, quiet enough that it wouldn’t disturb her pregnant roommate, and set her camera to record. She teased her imagined viewers with a dildo just on the edge of the screen.
She never spoke, just gyrated and slowly squeezed her fat, natural breasts free of her corset. At the three-minute mark, she stripped, showing the neatly trimmed crease of her sex, before finally she lay back, open to the camera and worked the dildo in and out of herself. She thought of Charlie, his big heaving belly convulsing in her hands, the way he called himself a breeder and a womb on legs. She imagined the delicious weight of his distended belly on hers, a strapon deep inside as he fucked her. After spending all day fantasising about it and quietly working herself into a frenzy, she came like a burst pipe.
It would sell well. Cupping her breasts one more time she felt a wetness against her palm. The pills were working.
Thanks for reading to the end. I hope to do 3 or 4 more parts. I intend to put all of it here and on my own blog: depravedpreg
Oliver grinned as Lucas held the door open for him. They took turns doing things like that. He waited for Lucas to join him inside the bakery, then they held hands as they walked up to the counter together. Oliver’s mouth was already watering. The buttery aromas of vanilla, chocolate, and cinnamon combined to create a heady scent that made his stomach growl with anticipation.
The had eaten at their favorite little Italian place before coming here to choose their wedding cake. Lucas had only had a salad. Oliver had been hungry and had eaten bread with olive oil, garlic, and butter for an appetizer. He had scarfed down a garden salad, then downed a plate of lasagna. He wasn’t hungry anymore—he was quite full, in fact—but he loved deserts and was looking forward to trying all of the flavor options for their cake. He tugged at his athletic fit tee shirt, self-consciously trying to prevent his stomach from straining against it. Both his stomach and the shirt had become pretty tight.
The baker gave Lucas a wink as they sat down. Oliver wondered what that was all about. She presented Lucas with a small sliver of a layered white cake. Then, she gave Oliver a large slice of the same thing. He wasn’t sure why that had happened, but he couldn’t complain. His greed got the better of him, and he dove into the cake. It was rich and creamy with a large raspberry layer amid layers of sweet cream.
Once he had finished, the baker gave them another cake to sample. The same thing happened as before—a sliver for Lucas, a huge piece of cake for Oliver. This slice seemed even larger than the last. Oliver’s stomach, heavy with cheesy pasta and stretched from the first piece of cake, gave a small whimper. Still, the cake, rum spice with layers of cream cheese icing, begged to be eaten. He devoured it. As soon as he was finished, the baker set another huge slice of cake in front of him.
White chocolate. Oliver ate it with gusto. At first. An ache rippled through his stomach. The baker gave them some champagne to drink. Oliver drained his glass, hoping it would help his tummy ache. It didn’t help. It only made his stomach stiffer. He felt so, so full. His jeans began to cut into his turgid belly. He finished his cake, and immediately received another twice its size with more champagne.
His achy, distended stomach had begun to peep out of the bottom of his tee shirt. He brushed a hand over it, trying to give it an imperceptible rub. He could tell a huge bellyache was on its way. He was so painfully full. “I think I liked the first cake best,” he told Lucas.
Lucas frowned. “But we haven’t tried them all.”
“Oh. How many more are there?”
“Only seven.”
Oliver’s stomach tried to flip but couldn’t make it. It just sort of dropped with a groan. He didn’t think he could eat two more, let alone seven, but he didn’t want to disappoint Lucas.
He ate three more huge slices, each one richer than the others before it. His stomach roiled and rocked with pain. A big cramp nearly bent him double. He hoped Lucas hadn’t noticed. He didn’t want Lucas to think he was a pig. He had such a bad tummy ache.
When he finally got to the seventh slice, his shirt rolled up to reveal his abused, bowling ball stomach. It was a hot, aching, bloated mass of churning guts. He had never had such a terrible tummy ache in his life. In a stupor, he barely noticed that his stomach was exposed. He ate the last slice—a gigantic slice of chocolate with white frosting and layers of butter cream—like a zombie.
After the last bite, he put down his fork and cradled his poor, swollen tummy. “Ooohhh. I have a tummy ache.” He felt like his stomach was about to burst. The pain was so intense. He rubbed his tummy, not caring who saw him.
“Maybe you should go home?” said the baker.
Lucas massaged his shoulders with one hand. “We liked the first one best. We’ll take that one.”
Oliver moaned and writhed in his chair. Lucas worked out the details with the baker, then they left, Lucas practically dragging Oliver to the car. Once they were in the car, Lucas in the driver’s seat and Oliver in the passenger seat, Oliver unsnapped his jeans. Lucas turned the car on. Oliver couldn’t stand the seatbelt squeezing his big, tight stomach. “My tummy hurts! It hurst so much. Can we just stay here for a while?”
Lucas turned the car off. “Maybe if I slap your tummy, it will feel better.”
Oliver blinked at him. “How does that make any sense?”
“You know how sometimes another pain will make the first pain less intense?”
“Not really.”
“Let’s try it.” Lucas turned toward him and gave his big, bloated belly a firm, open-palmed smack.
“Oh!” Oliver’s stomach jumped. Besides the sting of the slap, Lucas’s hand jarred the contents of his full stomach.
Lucas slapped his stomach a few more times, then started using both hands. His hands flew over Oliver’s big, stuffed belly, stinging and pounding. He pounded like he was playing a drum. On one side, then the other, then on top, then in the middle.
“Ow! I don’t think that’s working.”
Lucas stroked his chin. “Maybe it needs something else.” He drove a fist into the middle of Oliver’s hard, heavy belly.
“Ooofff!” Despite being so hard, Oliver’s stomach caved in around the fist. Lucas held it there, his fist wrist deep in Oliver’s full belly. Oliver bent double, crumpled over his greedy tummy. His whole stomach shuddered in agony. He could feel his throbbing guts sway as Lucas pulled his fist out. He cradled his abused stomach. “My tummy…ooohhh…my tummy….”
“Aww.” Lucas rubbed above Oliver’s belly button, back and forth. He rubbed a tad too hard, but Oliver still thought it felt good.
Although he loved having his tummy rubbed, Oliver felt embarrassed. “I’m sorry I was such a greedy gut back there.”
Lucas giggled. “I paid the baker extra to give you pieces of cake. You loving her cakes so much made her really happy.”
“You did that!”
“I think you’re sexy when you eat too much and get a tummy ache.” He began massaging around Oliver’s belly button in concentric circles.
“You do?” Oliver whispered. He still had a terrible tummy ache, but suddenly, he felt kind of turned on.
“You’re so hot.” Lucas bent over and kissed Oliver’s belly button, pushing his tongue inside it.
Oliver’s eyes rolled back in his head. His stomach throbbed around Lucas’s warm tongue. Actually, he had loved the rollercoaster of sensations Lucas had taken him on. “I love you.”
Lucas pulled up and looked into his eyes. “I love you too.” He pressed his lips to Oliver’s and jabbed two fingers into his belly button, causing Oliver’s engorged stomach to jiggle side to side.
“Oooh! My tummy! My tummy!” But Oliver writhed in happy agony as Lucas’s cruel fingers rammed his full, aching belly over and over. This had been the best tummy ache ever—and there would be many more to come.
The fairy stretched his gossamer wings beneath the overturned drinking glass. His prison. He knew the wizard would come indoors soon, having finished slopping his pigs and working in his garden.
His stomach snarled as he wondered what today would bring. He clamped a hand over his growling stomach. For four days, the wizard had tied him against the wall and stuffed him with blueberry pie until he thought his poor tummy couldn’t possibly hold any more. Until his stomach ached more than he could take.
Afterward, the wizard spelled the food away, leaving him bruised and hollow. For the past two days, the wizard hadn’t fed him at all. Fairies were so small they needed to eat multiple small meals a day to have enough energy to fly. Although about the height of a standing rat, they were slender things who burned up food quickly.
The fairy’s stomach growled ferociously. His stomach twisted with hunger. He could no longer stand up waiting for the wizard to come into the kitchen to decide his fate. Faint, he drifted down to the kitchen counter and sat cross-legged.
No sooner had he sat down, than the kitchen door opened and the wizard entered. Perhaps the wizard would think he had been punished enough for stealing his blueberry pie? Perhaps he was tired of him and would let him go?
The wizard placed a small cloth bag on the counter next to the glass the fairy sat in. “Are you ready to eat now?”
“Please. I’m very hungry. But—”
“But?”
Did he dare say it? “Not so much this time, please. If—if—you don’t mind.”
The wizard shrugged. “I brought you some seeds.”
The fairy’s eyes widened. “I love seeds.” He eyed the little bag. It was much smaller than a pie.
The wizard poured some small black seeds out on the counter. “If I let you eat these yourself, will you stay put?”
He didn’t trust the wizard’s cruel magic to be gentle if he tried to get away. “Yes.”
The wizard lifted the glass from the counter and freed the fairy. The fairy ran to the seeds. Honestly, even if he weren’t scared of the wizard, he would have not tried to leave without feasting on the seeds. He picked one up and examined it. He had never seen its like before. It tasted sweet and delicious. He nibbled the first, but after that he crammed them in his mouth two or three at a time.
They tasted so good and he was sooo hungry. Once he had eaten every single seed from the countertop, he rubbed his full stomach with satisfaction.
“What did you think about those?”
“They were splendid! Thank you.”
“Would you like some more?”
The fairy rubbed his hand up and down his stomach, thinking. He was comfortably full now, but he had missed so many meals and the seeds were so good…. “Definitely!”
“Eat them all.” The wizard poured out more seeds.
This pile was bigger than the last. That didn’t matter. He would eat them all. Happily. Once he had devoured half of it, however, his stomach began to feel tight and heavy. He rubbed a circle around his tummy to make more room and found it was a big, hard bulge. He massaged his stomach until a burp popped out, then returned to eating the delicious seeds.
Eventually, he finished the last one. His tummy had fully rounded out. Not a bulge anymore, but a large marble. A dull ache had entered it. He had eaten too many seeds.
“Your mouth must be parched,” said the wizard. “Have some water.” He gave the fairy a thimble-sized cup.
The fairy was, indeed, parched. Despite his fullness, he drained the cup.
The wizard poured out the remainder of the bag. “Eat the rest of this and I’ll let you go.”
This pile was even bigger than the last. His stomach winced as he looked at the seeds. He wouldn’t have had so much water if he had known about this. Still, he missed his home. “Deal.”
He tried to eat as fast as he could, but his stomach started cramping. He had to slow down not quite halfway through. Doggedly, he pressed onward. His belly swelled twice the size it had been before he started. He clutched it as another cramp rippled through him, his face squinching up into a mask of pain.
He had thought this would be so much easier than the blueberry pie. Somehow, it seemed worse. He thought he could feel his tummy growing as he ate, even when he stopped between bites. His poor tummy ached terribly. He tried to quiet a cramp by pressing his hand against it. He felt his stomach stretch! He could actually feel it beneath his hand.
It was a large round globe sticking out from his slender body. It hurt all over. This is the worst tummy ache, he thought. He hadn’t expected the innocuous seeds to give him such a bad belly ache.
With a determined grimace, he attacked the seeds, trying to forget the terrible pain in his stomach. His intestines writhed within in him, fighting desperately to digest the seeds. His stomach swelled even more as he ate. When an especially powerful wave of pain hit him, he doubled over with a moan.
He looked down, and his poor tummy was huge now. He hadn’t noticed with all of his determined eating. It was easily just as large as when the wizard fed him blueberry pie—a round, full, bloated belly the size of a chicken egg. He didn’t know how he was going to fly like that.
He looked at the seeds miserably. He wanted freedom, but his still swelling stomach was in agony. How much bigger would it get?
He steadied himself. He would walk home if he had to. He lifted three seeds to his mouth and tossed them down. By the time he had almost finished the pile, his stomach looked like a goose egg. The skin was pulled so tight, it blushed. His arms couldn’t get around it to cradle it. Waves of pain spread through his entire, absurdly distended stomach. It was so tight, so hard. He rubbed his sides, wishing he could hold the middle of his aching belly. “Ohhh, my tummy hurts.” His distended belly groaned in response. His belly button popped out.
“Let me help you with the rest.”
Reluctantly, the fairy opened his mouth as the wizard spooned in the rest of the seeds. When, at last, all of the seeds were gone, the fairy held as much of his oversized stomach as he could. It gurgled loudly and quaked under his hands. “I feel like I’m going to burst,” he said, his voice fraught with pain.
“Well, let’s see.” He poked the fairy just above his pushed out bellybutton.
The fairy gave a strangled cry as pain exploded through his already aching belly.
“Hmmm.” The wizard took the fairy’s overindulged stomach between his thumb and forefinger and pressed as if testing a grape for ripeness.
The fairy screamed. The pressure on his distended stomach created unimaginable agony. “Please. Please don’t. I have such a bad tummy ache. My poor tummy can’t take anymore.”
“Humph. I don’t know about that.” He thumped the fairy in the lower belly.
“Oof!” The fairy fell backward, his aching, throbbing stomach like a great dome rising from his body. His abused belly shuddered and groaned. “I’m too full,” he panted. “I’m going to pop.”
The wizard bounced a finger on his prone tummy, causing ripples of pain to radiate through it. “I don’t think so. I think you’re going to be fine, for now.” He placed the drinking glass over the fairy.
“You said you’d let me go. Remember?” He didn’t know how he would leave, but he would drag himself out if need be.
“You broke the deal. I’m keeping you here.”
“What?! No! I ate all of the seeds—every last one!”
“You negated the deal when you asked for my help.” He laughed.
Somehow, the fairy’s stomach swelled more. He could do nothing but moan. The tight skin had reddened around his navel and created a blush over the top of his belly.
The wizard leaned over to peer at him. “You’re getting so big.”
“I don’t know what’s happening. My tummy just keeps swelling up more and more. It’s already so tight. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“You’d better hope it can take much more. Those are magical seeds. When eaten or soaked, they swell up to ten times their size.”
“No! No! Please, you have to help me! You—you won’t be able to have fun feeding me if I burst!” As he spoke, his intestines chugged and writhed, too full of seeds to digest anything. He was absolutely stuffed with seeds. Swelling seeds, making his stomach puff out to grotesque dimensions.
The wizard smiled at him. “I have an errand to run. If you’re still alive when I return, I’ll take the seeds away and we can have some more fun.” He walked out the door to the outside.
“No! Wait!” he called to the wizard’s back. “You can’t leave me like this!” Tears slid down the fairy’s face as he lay trapped under his huge, aching belly. It stretched more, rising like bread dough in an oven. His skin felt impossibly tight. A new groan erupted from his gurgling tummy. As the swelling continued, his tummy began to creak.
A slender fairy, his body as tall as a standing rat, smelled sugar and blueberries on the air and followed the sweet scents to a cottage. He flew through an open window and saw a blueberry pie cooling on the counter.
He wasn’t particularly hungry but he loved pie—especially stolen pie. He pulled back some of the crust and dipped an arm in. It tasted as delicious as it had smelled. He ate blueberries by the armfuls until his stomach began to feel heavy. The pie was too good to stop eating now. Who knew when he would get this chance again?
He continued to stuff his face, trying the lattice-work crust and deciding it was the best crust he had ever tasted. After a little while, a ripple of pain shivered through his now tightly-swollen tummy. He burped and rubbed his grumbling stomach, smearing a circle of blue goo around his bellybutton. His big, overfilled belly throbbed painfully. Rubbing didn’t help at all. In fact, it rather hurt.
“Oohh,” said the fairy. “I have a bad tummy ache.”
He decided he needed to go to his toadstool home and lie down until he felt better. He flapped his wings and barely lifted off the ground. Then he fell right back down, falling in a heap and jarring his belly on the countertop, knocking the wind out of him. He grabbed his aching stomach and hugged it hoping the pain would subside. It didn’t. It only throbbed worse from hitting the counter. A loud moan escaped him.
He didn’t understand why his wings didn’t work. He took a look at his achy belly, and the mystery was solved. It was huge! It jutted out from his lithe frame—a large, swollen mass. He looked like he had swallowed a whole walnut.
He groaned and rubbed his poor tummy. At least no one could see him like this.
The creak of hinges announced someone entering the cottage. The fairy tried to hide behind a large jar of jam, but his stomach was too big. He ran for a potted ivy, but he tripped and landed flat on his heavy, swollen belly. He rolled over, his face squenched up with suffering, hugging his stomach with both arms. A glass, like a round prison, fell over him.
“Ah-ha!” said a man with a long gray beard. “I’ve caught a thief!”
“Please,” said the fairy, “put me out in your garden. I’ll trouble you no more. I promise.” He winced at a particularly bad cramp. “Please, sir, I have a terrible tummy ache.”
The man put his head close to the glass. “That’s certainly a big, fat tummy.” He lifted the glass.
“Thank you. I have quite the tummy ache. If I just go—“
The man plucked the fairy up by his plump belly. The fairy screamed. The man’s big fingers rubbed the fairy’s distended stomach between them, back and forth.
Waves of pain crashed through the fairy’s stomach. Lights dazzled his eyes. “Oohh! My tummy! Stop! Please, stop!”
The man grinned. He pushed the fairy’s back against the wall. He uttered words the fairy recognized as magic but didn’t understand. His arms and legs splayed to the sides. Vines grew from within the wall and lashed around his wrists and ankles. Another wrapped around his throat. It wasn’t as tight as the other bonds, but it kept him posed upright. In the middle of it all, hung his engorged stomach.
Terror overtook the fairy. He squirmed against his bonds, but they held him fast. “Let me go!”
The man, apparently a wizard, chuckled. “I don’t like thieves. Or fairies, for that matter.”
He poked his big pointer finger in the fairy’s bellybutton. It felt like a punch in the gut. “Oof!” Pain rocked through the fairy’s belly. It shook in rippling waves of torture long after the finger disappeared. All he wanted to do was hold his achy stomach, but he couldn’t move.
The man thumped him right in his bellybutton. “Ungh!” The fairy moaned. He felt as if he’d been kicked in the stomach. “My tummy,” he managed breathlessly. If only he could curl into a ball and cradle his poor tummy.
“Awww. Do you have a stomach ache?”
The fairy whimpered. “Y-yes.”
“Oh. Well, you know what’s good for that? Blueberry pie!”
The fairy looked at the wizard in horror. “No. I can’t eat anymore.”
“If you eat until I tell you to stop, I’ll let you go. If you don’t, I’ll slap you between my hands and feed you to my hog.”
Tears welled in the fairy’s eyes. “I’ll eat,” he promised.
The wizard spooned a bite of pie into his mouth. The spoon was too big for him, so some of it stuck to his face. He ate as best he could. Forcing it down. Trying not to think about how full he already was.
The wizard whispered a spell—words the fairy didn’t recognize. A hunger took hold of him. He gobbled the pie from the spoon, licking his lips whenever the wizard pulled the spoon away to gather more.
Despite his ferocious hunger, his stomach ached and ached. He could barely stand it. His taut stomach’s skin pulled tighter and tighter as his belly swelled. Tremors of pain roiled through his overburdened guts.
“No,” he managed weakly. “My tummy can’t take anymore.” The pain finally outmatched his hunger.
The wizard pursed his lips. He mashed his pointer finger into the fairy’s hard stomach, denting it slightly. The fairy cried out in pain. The wizard gave a small harumph. “Looks like there’s more room to me.”
The fairy, despite his ravenous hunger, began to cry. His stomach hurt so much. He had never had such a terrible tummy ache in his life.
As he ate more and more, his stomach expanded further. It groaned and strained to digest all of the food. Each bite became more of a struggle. His stomach felt so heavy. His skin stretched tight around his distended belly. It wobbled painfully as he struggled to swallow.
The wizard pulled the spoon away and flicked his belly. A massive explosion of pain pulled a groan from deep inside the fairy. “Ungh.”His full stomach swung back and forth, sloshing. The fairy moaned in agony.
The wizard grinned. “Who knew something so small could get so big.”
When the fairy looked down at his stomach, it was unrecognizable. It looked like he had swallowed a chicken egg. It was bigger than the whole rest of his thin little body. A blueberry circle, like a target, marked the center, but there were also bright bruises where the wizard had picked him up. The dark marks around the blueberry stain were also bruises. A red blush revealed where the wizard had just flicked him. No wonder he hurt so much. His poor stomach was so traumatized.
The wizard cast another spell, and the hunger left the fairy. Now there was nothing left but pain. The wizard grabbed the fairy’s abused belly as if he were plucking a plum and said a spell that made the vines disappear. The fairy’s head swam, dizzy with pain.
The wizard carried the fairy to the counter and plopped him down on it. Immediately, the fairy curled up, as best as he could, around his distended, aching stomach. He held it, his hands unable to meet, unable to rub the throbbing middle of his huge belly. He moaned and rolled from side to side. “My tummy. Oohh. My tummy.”
The wizard laughed. “I think I’ll keep you here a while, maybe a few days, maybe a few weeks. I’m going to give you a bad tummy ache every day. Maybe then you’ll never steal again.” As the fairy whimpered, the wizard jabbed his exposed bellybutton with two fingers. His fingertips not only struck the fairy in his bellybutton, but above and below it, hitting the generous curve of the fairy’s belly.
The blow increased the suffering of that achy tummy, causing the fairy’s eyes to bulge with the intensity of his pain. Air puffed through his rounded lips. Lights flashed before his eyes. Darkness embraced him as he lost consciousness, the grumbling of his abused stomach following him into the dark.
Imagine stuffing a new feedee who doesn’t want to gain weight. So she requests only sugar free candies. You try and warn her those have consequences but she insists.
Half way through the 3rd bag her belly Let’s out this angry grumbly glorp and she blushes embarrassed
Soon she’s full of gas and moaning from the pressure that the sugar free candies have caused. She doesn’t want to let u touch her belly but soon too pressure is too much and she caves moaning in pain and pleasure as you rub her huge gut
“Maybe erppp next time- we should do full sugar?”
“Of course baby. As long as you try and finish the last two bags for me?”
