you can call me rue (they/them) and this is my nsfw pregnancy kink blog to air out my thoughts and work some things out about myself, so this will be a mix of reblogs and my own stories
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this blog is run on fantasy and imagination; reproductive rights are human rights
bedbound, youâve been labouring for hours or even days but you couldnât tell. the alien babyâs head was just a little too big to fit through your tortured hole, every time you stop pushing it slides back up inside you. you cry out for help but your alien captors just look on at your struggle. your swollen middle contracts painfully and the other aliens inside you start writhing. you need to birth this one soon so the others inside you can be come out, theyâre starting to get impatientÂ
Imagine You Spill a Potent Fertility Potion... (Part 1)
My first submission! Itâs going to be a two-parter. For request (395.4)
Call me Beauuu! Iâll be posting this on my blog as well. Anyone can find me at @prideofpersephone.
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âMistress!â You cried as the glass bottle fell from the counter, shattering over the potted plant below. Your mistress had requested that you bring her the potent fertility potion that sheâs been working on for some time in her alchemy room. You could barely reach up to grasp it from the shelf above before it fell.
âMistress please forgive me! Iâm so sorry!â You stepped away as the purple-pink liquid sunk into the soil of the pot, the plant absorbing the liquid.
Your mistress hummed as she stepped closer, a hand placed over your shoulder. Her supple lips pursed.
âDo not fret, my dear. You are a young apprentice and still learning. It is nothing to worry about.â
You turned to your mentor, her form towering over you, startled by her large bust at your face.
It was no doubt that your mistress was a beauty to any eye, with large breasts and hips, you were unsure just how someone like her had grown into the tall, voluptuous wizard that she was.
Bug crawling into your urethra while youâre sleeping and laying eggs in your bladder. The eggs swell up like orbeez as they absorb your piss and grow larger than marbles cause all you drink is fucking energy drinks so you canât force them out. All you can do is wait for them to hatch and when they do, the wriggly overactive larvae the size of your fingers squeeze out of your tight holeÂ
Perhaps it was a mistake to choose dinosaurs as your topic for your university's science fair. Perhaps you screwed up following the instructions or did not read them carefully enough.
You sat in your dorm, half your project done, sat on your desk. A little nest where you were going to present the replica dinosaur eggs, without its crown jewel however the eggs.
You rubbed your humongous stomach self consciously which has stretched to an unimaginable size. You were naked but there was no way you could see further than your gargantuan bullet shaped stomach littered with red and purple stretch marks and veins. 'Gives a whole new meaning to "ready to pop"' you thought to yourself. You squirted more oil you purchased from a dubious store (along with the egg kit of course) on your puffy pussy that you could barely reach and rubbed it in. It made you feel hot all over but still you dutifully resumed your nightly ritual.
The rubbing felt incredible, before you knew it you barely had any oil left and you were writhing beneath your stomach. You probably would've arched your back off the bed too if you weren't pinned against it by the weight. Then suddenly something shifted within you, you could practically feel your pelvis creak as a torrent of fluid flooded your bed.
You tried to at least get yourself up on your elbows to see in the mirror facing your bed, what was going on.
The bed was soaked alright and between your legs was something slimey and brownish.
"What the fuck..." you muttered to yourself, trying to at least somehow maneuver your body on your hands and knees. Was this it? Upon examining it closer, you realised what it was and your heart dropped just as an extreme wave of pain washed over you. It was the fucking mucus plug. But why was it so huge. How much would your cervix have to dilate if this was keeping it sealed. 15 cm? 20 cm?
You started to feel sick. Just how many eggs were there?!
The sudden pressure increasing tenfold halted your train of thought.
At least you were already on your hands and knees right, besides you had the whole night to yourself. You bore down gingerly and hoped that your huge stomach pressing against the mattress would help too. Nothing but more liquid came out and the pain and pressure was only increasing.
After 3 hours of rocking back and forth with 0 results you decided it was time to get serious about this. You steadied yourself, gripped the sheets and gave a huge push.
Nothing.
1 hour into birthing with all your might you didn't even notice how far apart your legs were and how much your lower half felt like jelly when finally you felt something behind your entrance. Encouraged by the progress you began pressing on the top of your stomach with one hand while gritting your teeth and bearing down hard. Something began emerging. Covered in a slimey substance a jelly like egg started poking through your aching cunt. You moaned and pushed as hard as you could, waiting for the relief of it plopping out onto the blanket so you could birth the rest but it never came. With the next effort you buried your face into your pillow, hopefully muffling your desperate screams. Every time you let up the egg would slide back, nestled deep into the warm slick of your pussy.
This went on for another hour or so when you finally gave a push hard enough that got the egg to a point it wouldn't slip back from. You almost felt relieved. It will slide out any second, right?
Your pussy was stretched to its natural limit as you panted and pushed. But this birth was anything but natural...your only luck was that you kept up your oil regimen because soon you felt something slick and almost gelatinous touch your inner thighs, even with your legs spread.
"Wh-what?!" You whined into the pillow.
Fuck.
No no no no no.
This was supposed to be several small eggs not ONE. Cold sweat covered every inch of your body as the realisation hit. How would this ever come out?! There was no way you could call for help, what would you say, not to mention that you were fully immobilised by the gargantuan egg spreading you open way past what should be humanly possible.
Back when you realised what was happening to you, you tried watching at least SOME birthing videos though you knew your experience would be nothing like that. You tried to think back to them hoping to remember anything from the ones where petite women would have to squeeze out a 10lbs kid. Although even those babies would seem like light work compared to whatever was stuck in you. The pain made it much to hard to think but then suddenly you had an idea!
Gravity would help.
You gathered all your strength to heave yourself up from your hands and knees only onto your knees you could hopefully get into a crouching position from there. However as soon as you glanced up and caught your reflection in the mirror, in a split second, before you could change the outcome you realised it was a huge mistake.
The egg was absolutely humongous and your pussy was stretched grotesquely around it, completely white and on the brink of tearing and worst of all you could not kneel down as the egg was so gargantuan. It was touching the mattress. Or at least you couldn't kneel down without the egg sliding back into your tortured cunt a few inches with a sickening squelch.
You held back the urge to throw up and fought until you were in a squatting position.
You didn't care about making noise anymore, you screamed while pushing down on your pulsating stomach that was urging you to expell the giant egg while with your other hand you reached down to rub your clit. The clit you could barely locate as it was practically flat against the egg with your pussy pulled so taut.
This seemed to be somewhat helping you progress however an earth shattering orgasm caught you off guard and you lost your balance.
You fell onto your back and with the sudden change of position your birth canal caused the hideously massive egg to practically be sucked in once more. All the progress you made was undone and the wind was knocked out of you at the ginormous intrusion. You screamed and thrashed on the bed, violently pressing down on your stomach and pushing with strength you didn't know where you got from.
By this time you were laboring for over 8 hours. You laid in bed and just felt wave after wave of contraction wash over you, the weight of the egg in your birth canal had to be about 50lbs and every 10 minutes or so you felt a dull sensation of pleasure course through you as the contractions were easing the egg out of you agonising by agonising millimeter and every once in a while it'd brush against your tortured clit just right.
You were just about to resign yourself to your fate when you realised the small bottle of oil was within reach in this cursed position. There was still some left, not that it'd make much difference now, you were probably going to die like this. With a humongous egg wrecking your lower half.
You picked up the bottle and with hazy eyes read the instructions again. This was your last hope. Maybe you missed something.
'MORE effective if orally taken?!'
Your eyes widened as you wasted no time gulping down the last of it. Too bad you didn't read another sentence which would've clarified that you only need droplets in a glass of water.
It immediately took effect and kicked your labour into high gear again, you screamed as you practically felt your womb and birth canal undulating, forcing you to scream and push like never before. You spread your legs nearly into a split while thrusting your hips into the air.
"Fuck! FUCK! My cunt will tear, fuck fuck my pussy!!!"
The egg slowly slid out and stopped at its widest point. This made you trying to hold your legs back an utter waste as the egg was already doing it for you. The pain made you unable to breathe properly. You took shallow panicked breaths but by this point you lost all sense of your dignity.
You HAD to give birth then and there.
You let out an animalistic scream and screwed your eyes shut. A vein popped out on your forehead and no doubt you burst a few blood vessels. You didn't care anymore, you used both hands to push down on your stomach and gritted your teeth hard enough to chip them
"FUCK, COME OUT ALREADY!!"
Then with a contraction that made you see stars, the egg erupted from your canal, not to mention the aftershocks of your final effort pushed out at least 5 liters of whatever fluid this was out of your pussy along with the huge egg, mixed with urine that you couldn't bear to hold any longer. Your bed was sopping wet and your cunt twitched and pulsated as one of the most intense orgasms of your life ripped through you.
Before you passed out you mustered enough strength to glance at the clock on your bedside table.
NSFW: tentacle smut, anal, vaginal, squirting, public, exhibitionism, getting caught (non-con to the viewer?) yep that's it
There's pt. 2 and pt. 3
NO MINORS 18+ ONLY
Thinking about a pet tentacle that stays in your panties all day. Nobody can see it under your skirt. The fatter end plugs your butt. Its length is textured by suckers on one side, in the same shiny blue as the skin. It runs up and down your slit, letting the slick suckers wake your pussy up, sliding through the sticky mess dripping out of you. The tip softly suctions to your sensitive clit, making your thighs squeeze shut on the bumpy bus ride to work.
Once you sit at your desk, lost on a floor of cubicles, the tentacle begins to double over itself to push into your cunt. You try to stay focused on the spreadsheet in front of you, but your slick and the lubrication oozing from the tentacle is beginning to soak through your underwear. The disgusting squish of the appendage writhing inside of you can be heard coming from between your legs.
It stretches you open so good and you hump the chair for more stimulation. You can feel the end buried in your ass begin to throb, signaling that it's close to release. Your heavy breathing starts turning into soft whines and moans that you can't seem to keep down.
The swollen tentacle fucks you harder, frantically pushing into your pussy as far as it can until you're completely full. Your muscles clench and spasm around it as the suckers brush all the best spots inside of you. In a haze, you stumble to the bathroom, rushing into the back stall before you cum all over your cubicle.
You grip the handicap bar as the head of the tentacle pops off your clit to shove inside of you too.
You hold onto the bar firmly, bent over to press your chest to the wall. One hand flips up your skirt and shoves your panties down your thighs. A shiver runs through you as the cool air hits your exposed cunt, all sloppy and wet from being stimulated all day. With more room to move, the greedy tentacle fucks you faster, sucking itself into your pussy as you could feel the entire muscle pulse.
Your middle finger gently teases your clit, circling around and around the little nub until youâre so close to cumming, practically spilling over the edge when you hear the door creak.
âOh, no n- shit.â You never locked the stall, and you watch in horror as your co-worker slams the stall door open.
âHey, are you feeling okaâŚâ She trails off. Eyes widening but never leaving your cunt, all puffy and fucked out. Her jaw slackens and you give up on trying to speak as the tentacle begins to ejaculate. Milky-blue cum floods into you and overflows to trickle down your pretty thighs.
Your co-worker won't make eye-contact with you, but through her shy demeanor, you see the lust dusting her cheeks with red as she watches you. Your sensitive cunny twitches around the fat tentacle as you squirt everywhere.
You've made a mess of the bathroom, your legs are almost too weak to support you, and your co-worker still hasn't spoken.
Finally, in a shaky voice she says, âwhere do I get one of those?â
A/N- I kinda want a pt 2 where you use it on the co-worker, but idk if that's too over the top.
your partner reaches around you and cups their hands under your gravid belly, lifting it gently to take the weight off your back. You sigh with relief and sag against their chest as they chuckle, âdamn this is heavy. Your almost due, arenât you â you nod and they kiss the top of your head as they stroke your swollen middle, âcanât wait, canât wait to see you, when you push the little one out, their little head stretching your tight hole as you force them out, like a bowling ball between your hips, but you can do it canât you babe, youâre so strong you made it this far, canât wait for the big finishâ the baby came to life at your partners voice, as if in agreement, and started shifting and kicking inside your womb
hey jsyk on your insect post (very hot btw) the gif links back to a terf's post complaining about gender neutral language for pregnancy, and i just wasnt sure if that was something you were okay with having your post linked to and all yanno?
that's wild friend, i infact did not know abt that i just clicked the first gif that looked good to me for that post cause i was horny lol (glad you like it btw)
anyway thanks for telling me, i went to go check and yeah i'm gonna go remove that gif from that post
trans rights are human rights and trans people are valid anyone else who says otherwise can go argue with the wall, i don't associate with terfs and other people like them
(if u readin this and wondering when i'm gonna get to the other asks in the box, life is crazy rn and it dried up my libido worse than the desert plz be patient but this was urgent)
I need to take someone out on a date, making them wear a big fake pregnant belly. The belly stretching out their tight clothes as they waddle around, holding there hand as the walk. God! I want to rub their belly, tell them about how I can feel our baby kicking and how they should be careful because "the baby is coming soon."
The long form adult video is a dying artform with cutthroat competition for advancement. The number of actresses willing to do day consuming sessions for a multi-hour long composition was dwindling alongside its consumer base. Such an industry relied on its young stars for more content, but amateurs were looked down on, unproven for the lack of chances and cannibalized by greedy directors..Â
If this adult video industry had any hope of competing it needed to get increasingly outlandish to compete with the volume produced on the internet. How could a format conceived during the time of VHS tapes ever compete with the modern day?Â
This was the responsibility for 19 year old Ami Takahashi who found herself on the casting couch just a couple months ago. She sat atop the stairs down into the studio with her brown plaid dress dawned with a pair of sunglasses and a face mask. Her large eyes and her clear skin with a body that had yet to fill out from her transition out of adolescence.Â
Such attire and location wouldnât make her look out of place in the known red light district. This young woman had to make money however she could, yet, there was one deviation.
The young woman carried the entire weight of her belly on her lithe frame, tall and slender to fit the beauty standards of society around her with only one deviation. Her midsection distended grotesquely for a woman with her size and build.
Her round pushed unnaturally outwards from her, low and heavy between her hips. The side of her taut skin poked from behind her. And every step towards the studio from the train station was made with either a wrist against her lower back or her hands clasped under her stomach to contain the weight that ballooned over the last few weeks. She couldnât conceptualize the fact that she still had 4 weeks to go.
Ami looked particularly out of place for both her age and her profession.Â
She had been feeling a sensation of a deep stir within. A pull that made her forget exactly where she was and pulled her towards her core like a black hole.
âMmhaaâŚâ she sighed. She scowled. It was as if the contraction caught a second wind.this new pain rang deeper into her, squeezing her uterus into a center that guided itself between her legs. Her hand caught the railing was the only thing that kept her upright as the brutal contraction finished itâs work on her body.
â...Ami?â she looked up to find a familiar face standing over her. She was one of the few people who could recognize him behind his censored face.. His handsome face was hidden by censorship so every surface of her growing body could be dissected and sexualized. His sweetness was always evident with the scenes they shot together, though their relationship was nothing beyond professional and human decency.
âDo you need help?â Kenji asked, extending his forearm. âY-yeahâŚâ she admitted, grabbing his arm and allowing herself to lean her pregnancy weight into him.Ami didnât know how much longer she could work in this condition. She couldnât even walk down stairs without assistance.
The two stars arrived at a room that was quickly being set up. It looked like Ami had graduated from the leather couch and onto a tacky bedroom with cheap sheets.
âAmi,â boomed the monotone voice of a wiry middle aged man. From the curtain of the shadows in the studio emerged Director Tonaka, the lead of the project that bore Amiâs name.
âYouâre late.â He declared to the young mother to be. She was initially casted under the reference of an anonymous scouter, and by the time Tonaka contacted the young woman, she was already well into her pregnancy. Ami oozed with potential, raw and unrefined, shades that she failed to display in the previous scenes they had shot. She was significantly larger than the last time they had met. Concerningly, soâŚ
âIâm sorry, director⌠I intended to come earlier. May I please discuss something with you?â `His arms were crossed with his glasses that hung low at the bridge of his nose. His judging eyes pierced her resolve.Â
âWhat is it?â He grumbled.
âItâs about my contract.â
âWhat about it?â The director asked, flipping the pages of his thick clipboard in anticipation of the impending shoot.
A pit of fear grew within her, as if she was placing her entire career on the line if she didnât communicate her needs correctly. Her stomach stirred with activity, feeling their mothers worry. Ami gently stroked her stomach, trying to calm the child within. âIâm afraid that the end of my contract might be coming⌠Earlier than expected.â
âEarlier⌠Than expected? You are aware of all of the clauses of your contract, correct?âÂ
âY-yes. But⌠I donât think I-⌠Will be available for another scene. I have to take leave after this shoot.â She pleaded.
Tonaka stared at her in silence, as if her request made her the unreasonable party. âThe terms were well defined. Whether itâs two weeks, a day, or even a few hours from now you agreed . Itâs my understanding that you signed off on this contract, did you not?ââ
The director wasnât foolish. He wasnât here to waste any second of the novelty of a star as young and willing to show off her fertility. Pregnancy and the mothers were temporary. He would do all he could to capitalize on every second of her pregnancy.Â
Ami swallowed and looked down. âYes sirâŚâ she yielded. She gently stroked her lower belly in anticipation of the long hours ahead.
The titular star was placed in the fabricated room. The scene landed her on warn sheets that complimented her apricot skin well. Front and center the scene would begin. She was modestly dressed for the camera, a plaid dress that may have fit well before her prenatal form with a white long sleeve. The same exact clothes she wore at the station.
Would a viewer recognize her? Would an old family friend remember the outfit as a part of Amiâs wardrobe?Â
When Ami stared at the black box those thoughts suffocated her. She could feel her chest pound at the thoughts of all the eyes that would see her in this temporary state, at this age, this deep into her pregnancy. She wanted more.
Kenji's entrance into the room was the beginning, even if he began as he did. Just a voice behind the camera.Â
âItâs nice to see you again, Ami.â With the cameras rolling Kenji was a completely different person. He was a mouthpiece for the director, and the stand-in host for all of the scenes they had shot together. The only person in the room.who showed any sympathy for her, imbued her with a sense of the moment for what it was. A performance.to be the person who would hold her in place.
âYouâre in your 38th week now, right?âÂ
âYes sir.â She replied as her meek characterÂ
One of the interns that had been doing his math looked up to the director. âIs she really?â
âOnly 34, but we can market her as further alongâ Director Tonaka hushed the lighting person. Â
Kenji finally appeared in frame, approaching the mother uncomfortably closely as per the script's instruction
âJust a couple more weeks from your due date, right? How do you feelâÂ
The script forced a nervous chuckle out of her with baby doe eyes towards the camera. âIâm so scared. My baby has been getting so bigâŚâÂ
It was dull. She was dull. Ami was so sick of playing this character, following this script. The same format she had followed for three shoots already. So much had changed, her body, her mood, and feelings. Yet the things that Tonaka capitalized on were her intangibles. Her age, the assumed purity. If she could just have one second she could prove she could be so much more.Â
The interview went on, describing her tragic fake story of Ami being a high school drop out that had gotten impregnated and left by a scumbag at a party. That porn was her only outlet and that Ami was a poor, defenseless woman.
There were so many things that Ami wanted to say. There was nobody she could speak to about her pregnancy. A camera with eyes that looked directly into her.Â
And after Kenji asked the questions that made her look the most pathetic he finally stepped into frame. Even if his face was being censored, his presence imbued her with the willingness to submit.
âEnough talking. Let's see the belly of a 19 year old mother.â Â
Given her cue Ami began to undo the most intricate parts of her clothes, allowing her co-star for easy access to her growing body. âI can pop at any moment⌠Please be gentle.âÂ
Her modest clothes were stripped from her. That maternity dress fit tightly around her midsection as it rode up her belly. To the surprise of all in the studio was another layer, a belly band to support her stomachâs weight.
Even her co-star took a second to realize how he would approach this scene.Â
Ami. who was already large now exploded out from her supportive band. Tonaka and the rest of the studio went wide eyed at the reveal. Ami let out a groan in discomfort as her bellyâs weight hung unnaturally low. âAnnhh~â escaped her lips, audible discomfort of her gravid shape. An unscripted sound.
âMy god⌠You really are getting big.â Kenji said from between her slightly parted thighs.
âHeâs been⌠Moving so much.â She had to pretend to act shy for the camera, but nothing could beat Kenjiâs touch. His hands circled around her stomach, the fabricated violation of where she protected her baby.Â
Before Ami could get comfortable the pain binded her again. The camera caught her stomach shrinking from the middle of her body. The way Kenjiâs hands pulled her skin changed as her distended midsection hardened like a rock, refusing to yield from her body. Ami turned towards the ceiling with labored breaths as nothing but the contraction filled her mind. The attention across her tight skin sent a tingling into her whole body that made her want to spread her legs. She sucked in air deeply and allowed her hips to roll as she tried to disperse the pressure. An intense contraction caught on film.
As she faced Kenji again he stood over her. Despite what her body was telling her, the scene had to keep on going.
With how green Ami was in the industry, getting to work with Kenji was a high point of it. His professionalism, his movements, the way his fingers read her and kept her comfortable picked up all of the slack that Ami had keeping herself ready to perform. His experienced hands circled her body, worked her sensitive areas with precision like a surgeon, not one wasted stepÂ
His fingers lingered and teased her inner thighs. The touch disappeared from the blindspots of her belly.
âMnnnhhh!!â Ami gasped as Kenjiâs fingers swiped across her slit. Amiâs tiny pussy was inflated with the pressure of carrying her massive bump, all of the nerve endings begging to be indulged. Wet his fingers against her bare opening as the camera focused on her crotch that she had failed to see in months.
Not far from now that camera would be focussed on her babyâs crowning head. He let Ami feel the pads of his fingers one more time before finding the space between her vulva, letting her brace herself. âAnnhh~!â She gasped in a picturesque form, whining while she squirmed with the simple insertion of a finger.Â
Her entrance was clogged. The tip of his fingers touched a muscular wall that he had felt before that shocked Amiâs core like electricity that filled the room with a squeal. The muscular entrance of her uterine walls. Her cervix descended so greatly.Â
A throaty gasp as Ami's thighs clamped up Kenji's hand, denying access to his fingers any further and obscuring the sight of the camera.
The director scowled at her resistance. âGo again!â He demanded, calling a stop to the scene. Nothing would get in the way of his vision, not even Ami's urges to bear down to the pressure. She tried her best to ignore the tightening of her stomach as she spread her legs, and once again, Kenji fingered her.
âMnnh!â She vocalized before stifling her moan. She rolled her hips to his digits parting her insides. At his distance, Kenji could see her massive belly begin to tighten and recede back into her before his very eyes. Heavy grunts came from deep within her chest. Her walls tightened with her contracting body, pushing the blockage he felt further out within her.Â
âHah-... Ahhhh!â She acted moans through sensations she had never felt before as the entrance to her womb was invaded.Â
The buzz of a vibrator filled the room. Amiâs legs were thrown aside. She went to hold her breath. She had gotten so sensitive over the last couple of weeks she had no idea how long she could possibly last.
âMnnnHHH~!â For just one second Amiâs real voice came out, a loud groan in bliss that came deep from her chest. Kenji flicked his wrist away from her to recover. Hitting her pussy with the head of the vibrator so she could fake an orgasm to the camera.Â
âT-thank youâŚâ Ami whispered.Â
âStay strong.â Kenji repliedÂ
As more cameras and microphones were adjusted around him one camera was adjusted for a shoulder view of Ami as he counted her from between her legs. When they gave each other the signal Kenji lifted one of her legs, shifting Amiâs entire center of gravity and pulling the weight of her womb to one side of her body.
Amiâs naked lips were exposed to the camera, dripping from the light foreplay to her cumbersome body. His cock drew the lip of her muscular cervix. It was open, wide.Â
âWhy donât you go deeper?â Tonaka scolded, bringing his two stars to an immediate halt. He looked down at his junior who struggled to breathe and held her baby laden stomach protectively. Amiâs insides were descended, he was hitting something on his tip that sent powerful reactions into the heavily pregnant young mother.
âDirector⌠I canât.â He stated. As he opened his mouth to voice his concern towards Amiâs unborn child, Tonaka slammed against his clipboard. âWell, We need footage of a quality penetration. How do you two propose we could get that done?âÂ
Ami struggled to get her heavy body upright onto the bed. She huffed at the weight of her body and the lingering sensations of their initial position. âI-I can get on topâŚâÂ
âAmiâŚâÂ
âItâs okay,â she reassured, still clearly shaken with a hand holding her stomach in place. âIt felt a little weird on my side.âÂ
Kenji sat on the edge of the bed and Ami sat on his lap, allowing his thighs to lay between her open legs. She grabbed his thick member between her legs and aimed it towards her swollen opening. After a breath, she lowered her hips.
âOoooo-hhhhh!â she groaned as her body lowered. She could feel her pregnancy weight make him shutter as he pressed deep into her heavily dilated cervix. After a few deep breaths Ami began to move.Â
The weight of her belly slammed against him. As she opened her legs she could feel her pelvis open, the weight of her child barrelling down after every bounce. Something round and heavy sandwiched his penis against the rigid walls of her amateur pussy.Â
âMnH!â She gasped, silencing herself with her palm. Her eyes grew wide as muffled cries escaped from the gaps between her fingers. Her belly began to tighten again from on top of her co-star. This contraction was not minutes after the last one.
âOh godâŚâ Ami thought.
It was hitting her womb. Every time she descended onto him Ami could feel the weight of her belly shoot back into her body. His member penetrated her between the dilated opening of her cervix. The flexible membrane that separated her baby from the head of her costarâs penis.
As their pace ramped up the familiar tension returned at the worst possible time. In her upright position her baby pulled to the floor with gravity. This contraction was different. Like dozens of hands simultaneously crushing her pregnant belly directly on top of Kenji.
Staring into the camera grounded her. Ami stared deep into the lens as she was railed senseless for the viewer to see. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she panted with Kenjiâs thrusting hips. The heavy abuse of her pregnant body for the world to see.Â
She arched her back as well as she could, impaling herself against him with her legs wide openâIâm cumming! Iâm cumming-Iâm cumming-Iâm-!!!â
Her hips were out of control. Every bounce shook her belly and rattled her womb.Â
âMmh-â Kenji let a quick grunt slip as the weight of her occupied belly flattened his cockA membrane enveloped Kenjiâs head. The feeling of hot waters surrounded him tightly as she worked desperately into him.
âMnnh-Mnnhh-OhhH!!!â from between her opened thighs fluids exploded from around the member inside of her, shooting waters around their sandwiched hips as the scene ended in dramatic climax.
The director didnât appreciate improvisation⌠But the results spoke for themselves. Ami was assisted off of Kenjiâs lap. Before the camera could focus on her naked pussy a mixture of cum and fluids continued to cascade out of her as the young mother was laid to rest on the cold, tile floor.âÂ
âOkay everybody. Letâs clean up this scene. We donât have a lot of time until-â
âUNNNGGGHHHH!!â
Ami cried against the tile floor. She clenched her stomach as she pleaded for the pains to stop, immobilized by the pains that only ramped up through the course of the shoot. They had gotten closer and closer, and now, Ami got no respite as they assaulted Amiâs womb without rest.Â
âDirector, she was having contractions throughout the whole last scene.â Ami laid in a pool of her amniotic fluids.
âNobody touch her!â The director snapped. Kenji took a step back, powerless against the director's creative mind. And if there was any creative liberty Tonaka would allow, it was the pure expression of childbirth.
âEh?â Ami watched as the entire crew collectively created more distance from the young laboring mother.Â
âSomebody help me!â She pleaded. She looked for anybody, an intern, an assistant, a midwife on set. Her greatest anxieties came true when nobody refused to step forward. She was going to give birth alone.
Panic began to set in for the young mother as she was stared at by everybody in the room. . The director signaled for the cameras to turn on once again.
It was as if the events over the last couple years of her life were finally realized. She was heavily pregnant and in labor, being filmed giving birth after fucking a stranger for money. And while she gave birth, his cum was still between her legs. Her shame was nowhere to be hidden, the camera the very moment it occurred to Ami, not the amateur pornstar, but the woman
âUHHHNNNNNGGGG!â She groaned. Ami felt the roundness of her babyâs head barrel down into her cervix. Her baby traveled down her birth canal, the walls that had just been fucked mere minutes ago.Â
The contractions were unforgiving now. Deep in her womb was a pressure that demanded every ounce of attention. Every breath during their apex was a battle that she couldnât lose unless she wanted to pass out. The uncontrollable urge to push.Â
The pressure coned between Amiâs legs. She couldnât act in any way to disprove the judgement. She couldnât act while giving birth. âIT BURNS!!â she cried as that sliver of hair grew no larger than the width of an egg.
Ami collapsed in exhaustion, flat on her back, nude against the white tile. Her own discharge smeared against her babyâs head as it made its crawling exit from her. The pain of such a large thing spreading her open only turned her on more. The crew watched as Amiâs pussy was forever stretched by the girth of her infantâs head.
Yet as she writhed on the floor the crew could only agree in silence as Amiâs attitude shifted before their very eyes. The corners of her lips curled. Amiâs moans and grunts grew more sensual as she felt the intensity of childbirth inside of her.Â
Her hips spun with more passion than she had ever shown in the scenes before. Her hands were magnets to her body like a narcissistic nymphomaniac, only accentuating the body she shared with her unborn child more. She was a pregnant pornstar. And as her baby barrelled down her pussy, and that little slit grew around her childs headÂ
Kenji could only turn to the director as he put his clothes back on. âIs she⌠turned on?â. His judging eyes flushed against her birthing body.
âHow couldnât I be?!â Ami thought.
The room was flooded with the smell of sex, hers and hundreds of stars before her. The exhilaration of her baby quickly descending down her birth canal. The widest section of her babyâs head spread her vagina open more than anything she had ever experienced.
Behind all that red light and the eye of the camera was the footage of herself. Her reputation. Her life. She was just a teenager, and before all of the watching eyes that this film would find, she was about to become a mother.
The young woman reached past her massive stomach and finally got to touch her naked, puffy lips for herself. Right at the very tips of her fingers she could feel what burned her open as she stretched. If she pushed any harder, would the baby go back into her?Â
The thoughts excited her body as she clumsily reached to pleasure herself.It didnât take long to find her hard clit, and when she did she let her fingers roll over her outstretched button of nerves.Â
âOuuunnnhhh-Ah!!â She groaned as she pleasured herself to her baby stretching her entrance. The sensations of the contractions and masturbation clouded her mindÂ
âNnnngggg-Nnnggghh.Oooohhh!!!â She groaned. Amiâs eyes shot open as the contraction seized her body. The young woman lifted one of her knees to her chest and bore down to meet the intensity of her bodyâs instincts.
âOUUUUGGGGHHHH!â She strained with clenched teeth. Amiâs inner thighs trembled a her vulva stretched to their capacity around the widest part of the head. The muscles of her midsection contorted in all shapes and sizes. The deadlock of her babyâs head ended as Amiâs eyes shot into the back of her head.Â
âANH~!â she gasped sharply. The head popped free from her with more fluids emptying onto the floor.Â
Amiâs cunt was spread open by the one that spread her legs. The embarrassment of having her every gasp captured. Her deep guttural grunts as her baby forced apart her young holes. Her heart pounded with exhilaration, a feeling that perhaps no other woman in history could lay claim to.
Her inhibitions faded as the urgency of childbirth invaded her brain. Her heart pounded as her body was consumed by something she could never experience with any toy or lover. She was creating life. Ami was giving birth for the camera.
âUNNNNGGGHHHH!!!â The shoulders came free as the rest of the body slid out from her.
Amiâs child was born into the world on the cold tile of a porn studio. The crew could only stare at Ami as she stirred deliriously while sprawled out across the floor with a soaked infant sat between Amiâs still large and very round stomach.Â
As the new mother recovered it was as if she had just seen color for the first time. Her young mind was shaped from the life threatening intensity of birthing her child to a crowd. She wanted nothing more than to do it all over again.
Director Tonaka could only cover his mouth, trying to process exactly what he caught on camera. He thought of all of the descriptions he could use to pitch the tape. If he wanted to capitalize on this scene at all, he had to move quickly. Before Ami could review, let alone dispute the footage.Â
âCut!â Tonaka announced to the room, facilitating the immediate end to the recording. The urgency in his voice made the whole crew shutter. âEverybody, let's wrap up.âÂ
Flooded with the maternal hormones in her head, Ami could hardly process the deconstruction of the cameras around her. The experience left her dissatisfied. A knot that built within her chest. Slowly, Amiâs forehead scrunched, as another squeeze against her sides took her breath away. She instinctively stroked her stomach, still large enough to draw a round outline of her belly. âO-owâŚâ she strained, gasping over the pressure that came over her.
Nobody paid the new mother any mind as she was bound to the floor. Nobody looked in her direction, nobody cared for the nude mother caught in the center of the room with a cold newborn clutched to her breast.
âW-waitâŚâ Her vision became foggy. âSomething⌠ahhhhhnnn.. Something- Ohhhh.â She moaned. Kenji caught her gaze. As Amiâs co-star attempted to speak to the mother, his arm was caught by the director.
âAll requirements of your contract have been met. Out of respect for you and your child, we will take our leave.â Director Tonaka said, throwing his coat over his shoulder. He placed his hands on Kenjiâs back, guiding the reluctant man away from Ami and out the door of the studio.
âThis room has been rented for another half an hour, please leave before then.â He instructed. He disappeared behind the door, leaving the room with only the wails of her newborn and her tightening breath.
âO-ohhh!â She moaned again as she felt her stomach tighten. The pains were far too strong to just be the placenta. As she looked down at her slightly shrunken belly and her suspicions were confirmed with more movements stirring below her belly button
âThereâs another babyâŚâ she mumbled in disbelief. She was going to be a 19 year old with twins.
She labored on the cold hard floor. The labor was immediately more difficult than the birth of her first child. The progress crawled. The difficulty of her baby dragging against the walls of her uterus. She was going to feel the sensations again.
âA-ah!â she went to go catch herself, but her eyes grew wide. Nobody was there to control her. She could make all the sounds she wanted. The onset of the second birth was over the horizon, but something was missing.
She wanted to be watched!Â
In the spur of the moment she clambered towards the pocket of the clothes that were stripped from her and propped up her phone to the leg of the bed frameÂ
Viewers who discovered this phone video were to be greeted with the bizarre sight. Ami sat on the cold floor, still marked by the fluids from her previous voice. She was still naked, but still clearly pregnant, while already holding a child that remained connected to her.
âH-hello everybodyâŚâ She greeted. A long silence braced the screen before she spoke again. âMy name is Ami Takahashi. I⌠Filmed a porno earlier today where I had sex and gave birth to my first baby.â The thoughts came into her head as she spoke.
âThere⌠Are some truths in that series. I am 19 and my parents disowned me. But there is fiction too. Iâm only 34 weeks pregnant, my doctor told me my cervix was opening from all of the sex scenes I was shooting. I wasnât listening, I didnât even know I was having twins, but I still came in to get fucked while I was having constant contractions for days!â The admission made her heart race.
âAnd! Iâm not a college student. I dropped out of school to live with my boyfriend who shares me with all of his friends. I-huf⌠Still⌠donât know who the father is.â Her legs instinctually spread as the pain squeezed the last of her breath
âFuckâŚâ Ami cursed as she bit her lip, her heart was pounding! Unable to halt the indifferent force of her body attempting to bring Amiâs second child into the world, the pain ramped up. Â
As she turned around to her hands and knees. She recorded herself doggy style, capturing her belly and the mess of her pussy from behind. Her lips were drenched, red, and swollen beyond belief, with an umbilical cord that still connected her firstborn to her.Â
This time, the sensation of labor was different. There wasnât an unyielding weight and pressure that barreled down her birth canal, stretching her cervix in the process. No, there was more movement and little parts that poked from her. Little kicks against her cervix that sent lightning bolts of pain like Kenji had fucked into her.
With her ass in the air she spread her legs to accommodate the pressure quickly descending down into her hips. What slowly spread her cervix was even wider than the first head. âUnnngggghh!!!â Ami struggled. This progress was even slower, parts of her baby being squeezed against the walls of her sensitive uterus.
âAHH~!â Ami screamed as the pressure built up. The slightest amount of pain freeing itself from her and into her birth canal. She could feel her lips parting slightly. She stared between her legs to the camera and what she saw made her eyes grow wide. A little foot hung free from her vagina.Â
Her baby was being born backwards.
The 19 year old mother felt the intoxicating panic of childbirth descend over her once again. Her strained body tightened at the babyâs smallest lips as she was forced to deliver her childâs little legs first. âMnnhhh!â She moaned, the size of her babyâs feet reminded her of the size of Kenjiâs fingers.
âHaa⌠Haahhh-hooooo!â Ami moaned, arching her back. From the quick descent of her baby, little limbs that poked free from her. The other leg came free and Ami was halted on little gasps. She recognized the width of a hip that spread her wide and spread her legs even further.
âHoo⌠Hoo⌠Nggggghhhhuuuu!â She groaned as she felt the babyâs thighs and butt emerging from her vagina. Her pants eased the end of the contraction while the hips emerged to stretch her in new, exciting ways
With every exhale she could feel the babyâs wet body begin to slide towards her opening. Amiâs body ached as her needy clit demanded attention. The vibrator used for her scene was still in arms reach.
She jacked up the wand until it hurt to hold and propped against her body. She could feel the tip of the vibrator against her baby's chest, buzzing the infant as well. âOuuughhh!â she gurgled . âSorry baby⌠It just feels so good.â Ami apologized to her unborn child.
As her hips buzzed with the intensity of the vibrator she could feel more of the younger siblingâs torso being born from her. Her opening clung to every detail of her child. But, she wasnât done. Ami needed more. âItâs going too quickly⌠I need to cum⌠I need to cum!!â She begged as the body started to follow the legs quickly.
Her breaths began to quiver while she edged herself in childbirth. But now, her body was too good at giving birth. The climb towards her orgasmic high would be prematurely ended from the delivery of her child. She wasnât going to finish before the head was out.
Ami panted in desperation. The twin motherâs shaky legs spread as she viewed herself from behind against her camera. Her daughterâs body had been born up to her ribs. She aligned her partially born child upright between her legs and sunk her breech child directly back into her birth canal.
âOUUUNNNGGHGHHH!!!â she groaned with a depraved shutter. The infant's legs kicked from beneath her. The flailing limbs punished the mothers delicate areas showing signs of lively activity.
With heavy heaves she stared at herself on her phone. Her pussy swallowed her child back into her. Shame clouded her childbirth as she gave into her hedonistic urge to use her daughter's body like a sex toy. All of the progress was undone. Her contractions and abdomen ripping pushes went to waste.
âIâm so sorry babyâŚâ Ami slurred. Her hips grinded, feeling the wonderful size of the fetus she had gestated. The thought of this child being any bigger drove her wild. âYouâre making me feel so good.â The head of the vibrator was glued to her clit, it even touched the babyâs body as she redied herself for the torso to exit her a final time.
âI'm a sick bitch, I'm sick, Iâm⌠So⌠SICK!!!â She pushed while riding the babyâs body gently back into her. As she felt her orgasm build from deep within her hormonal body Ami lifted her hips, feeling her pussy finally yield to childbirth.
Her pussy twitched around the babyâs body as more and more of its body appeared from her. In the intensity, an elbow popped free, then, a wrist.Â
âUnnnnnggghhh!!! Hoooo!!â She pushed and another arm fell free from her breech birth. Thick fluids oozing down her daughter's body.
âS-shit⌠Iâm gonna cum⌠The head, holy fUCK THE HEAD!!âShe announced with hysterical giggles.Â
âIâm gonna cum giving birth!â She stared at her babyâs dangling body where she stared at her phone camera. She imagined her phone to be the watching eyes of somebody equally as excited to watch her erotic birth.
âCum for meâŚ! Cum with my baby!â She begged the camera as her hips gyrated for the final contraction. Ami felt the characteristic bind of her womb. She was grinding against the vibrator, grunting for her climax.
âNnnggh-! Nnngghh-!! OooOOOHHH!!!!!!âAmiâs vocal chords shrilled into a scream that filled the acoustic walls of the porn studio as the combination of her child birth and the vibrator brought her to toe curling elation.
Her hips recoiled like a shotgun blast as the breech head violently ejected from her tight pussy. The rest of the body slapped against the floor with a wet collision. Immediately, the room filled with the healthy wails of Amiâs baby girl.Â
She looked down at her appropriately deflated stomach until she was sure there was no surprise triplet waiting for her. And with two infants in hand she stopped the recording.Â
With the footage on her phone she wondered if maybe, just maybe this video would become larger than the footage that Director Tonaka had captured of her.Â
âThere was only one way to tell.â She thought to herself as she smiled down at her phone. In just a moment, the footage of Ami giving birth was released, free for the entire world to see.
Saaaaame. I donât wanna raise a human and teach them how to be a functioning member of society. I just wanna know what it feels like to have a baby nestled in my pelvis
Ovovivipary is so hot when it comes to monsterfucking, like the eggs go in and you swell to a manageable size and you get used to carrying them for a while and once you start to wonder when youâre gonna lay them something starts moving inside you and you think âwtf eggs donât moveâ surprise congrats the eggs hatched and now the monsters babies are fighting for space in your cramped belly that stretched to twice its size to house them and now you canât breathe or move as they roll against your organs as you hold your massive belly in support
Dry humping that leads to him rubbing his dick on your panties which then leads to him pushing them aside and rutting between your folds, his cockhead brushing your clit which then leads to him slipping inside cause youâre just that wet but he doesnât stop thrusting. You say nothing about it, only telling him to come inside.
