I always get soooo horny just before my period which is super annoying. But this is insane. I wanna be pregnant sooo bad I'm clawing the walls of my enclosure!!!
I walked past the 'back to school' stuff in the supermarket today and I just had the mental image of buying things for my little child, my t-shirt already straining with the next one on the way.
Gosh! I need to stretch my clothes out with a huge pregnant belly right neow!! 😭😭😭
I don't care if my tits get any bigger during pregnancy but by god do I want them to get fuller, heavier, tighter. I want to feel them fill with milk throughout the day only for my lover to take them in mouth and suck them completely dry so the cycle can begin again. I want my nipples to grow and darken and my shirts to wet with breast milk. I want my boobs to remind me of how well I was bred well after I get the baby out.
awww hey is everything okay? you seem a bit down... you just got pumped full of eggs and have nowhere to go? thats okay! come with me, i'll take care of you! no need to feel embarrassed. it's my pleasure!
hm? whats wrong? your stomach feels weird? i can see why... your eggs are growing! look at that belly. lift up your shirt for me? oh c'mon don't be shy, let me feel! your bump is so warm... god look at you grow. yeah...you look properly gravid now.
your chest aches? do you need to be milked? hey, it's okay! no need to get all flustered like that! take your shirt off and lemmie check....yeah, look at how puffy and engorged those tits are. its deeeefinitely time to get milked. do you want me to rub your tummy after? would that make you feel better?
god look at that belly, you're practically ready to pop! you're seriously stretched to your limits here. could i... suck on your navel? just a little...? i know i know its so sensitive but you just look so cute on my couch pinned under your huge taut bump. its not like you could reach to push me away anyways... really? i can? thank you so much!!
what is it? your water broke? oh yay!! here, lay down and take your pants off. i know it's so embarrassing but they're gonna get stuck if you dont. you don't wanna have your pussy stretched by the same egg over and over, do you? haha, i see that blush! but seriously, strip and lay down.
theeeere you go! that wasn't so hard was it? one egg down! it was pretty big too. did it feel better when i was rubbing your clit while you pushed? yeah? oh i know you were so so close to orgasming. a few more eggs and then i'll let you finish, okay? i don't wanna tire you out too quick now! say... how many eggs did you get stuffed inside you? 20 you think? perfect, just relax and wait for your next contraction. i don't mind sitting here all night rubbing and sucking on your clit while you push! seriously it's no problem! just focus on the eggs, ok?
its your job to spread your legs and take load after load of thick hot cum, right? its your duty to fill your womb with as much cum as possible so it rounds out with babies!! there's no reason to deny it, you're supposed to swell up with milk and kids.
you'll be soooo so pretty if you just open up your pussy to whoever asks and let them plant their seed inside of you i promise!! i know youd get so horny hearing somebody groan "get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant" in your ear as they fuck you raw and hard. making sure they're balls deep when they cum inside you to make sure not a single sperm is wasted
its gonna feel so good to rub a big taut belly all day. pumps suckling on your puffy, engorged nipples to express the milk you're producing. its gonna feel so so good to have a fat baby bump spreading your thighs apart because you let someone claim your womb as their own. imagine how good its gonna feel to be stuffed full. all you have to do is spread your legs, maybe poke a few holes in a condom... c'monnnn
!! OP'S PRONOUNS ARE HE/HIM !! THIS POST WAS WRITTEN BY A TRANS GUY !! THIS IS NOT A DETRANS/FEMINIZATION POST !!
I had promised myself that I wouldn’t let this pregnancy change me. Not the strong, slim body I’d worked so hard for and not my coveted schedule of hard work and interesting hobbies. I would find a way to maintain my life and my body, and I would not alter what makes me, me.
The first thing I let go were my clothes.
Shortly after I’d decided to continue with my pregnancy, I started to lose the extra room in my tops. My tender chest began to bloat and then continue with growing over the first month. With the doubling of my cup size came the halving of my wardrobe choices.
This trickled down my body, my hips expanding outwards and my thighs thickening. It took maybe two months for me to give up my fight against the numbers on my scale, and give my body to the process of growing this child.
By the end of the first trimester I could no longer fit into my loosest pair of jeans, and my sweatpants were beginning to feel tight around my ass and thighs like leggings. Looking at myself in the mirror, I didn’t look pregnant yet but the pregnancy was taking its toll. The smallest amount of fat was beginning to collect around my waist, but the majority was filling out my lower body in preparation for carrying this baby for the next 6 or so months.
The next few weeks saw the beginning of this growth. My little paunch began growing outwards, and each day I imagined that my hips had widened a little more. I was losing my slim and athletic silhouette inch by inch.
It felt like I had blinked and my belly had grown to fill both my hands. And again, two weeks later, beyond even that. At the doctor I found out why, that I had two babies growing in me, changing me into a better carrier. The twins grew rapidly, so that my belly edged into my lap before the third trimester even started.
The morning I got up and failed to stand at first was when I decided to halt my hobbies. How could I attend any kind of athletic event when even getting up was a challenge?
I had to rock myself forward and back a few times before I had the momentum to push myself up and out of bed. I fell back thoughtlessly into a stance with my belly tilted up, one hand supporting it from below and the other behind my back. I took a deep breath and knew that this was just a part of carrying a child, and I would not let this take away my pre-pregnancy life for any longer than was necessary.
My pregnant belly grew despite my tenuous grip on independence. As month eight approached it grew beyond “large” and into the realm of “enormous”. I tried to keep as active as possible, going on outings outside to keep up my cardiovascular fitness. I would hardly make it to the end of my driveway before I was breathing heavily, both arms propping up the giant mound of my belly.
Wearing my loosest fitting long sleeve shirt in the cool weather did very little to protect the skin of my mid-drift, as the fabric crept up to rest above my belly as I moved haltingly forwards. Each step became less of a stride and more of a stagger as a struggled to make my way around the block. I waddled to the best of my ability, one foot swinging with my large hips and enormous mass followed by another halting step.
Even with my legs spread wide by my bare stomach I could feel my thickened inner thighs rub against each other.
The harshness of each step as I waddled farther from my home emphasized the baby weight I’d been gaining in my body. My ass jolted and shook with each ponderous step.
‘How pregnant I must look right now’ I mused to myself, before my attention was drawn entirely to the strain in my back. I was struggling to get in enough air with the growing mass of my womb pressing up into my lungs. My arms, back, and legs ached with the fight to carry the weight jutting out in front of me and dragging me down. I had to turn back early from that walk.
The ninth month had me nearly on bed rest. My rocking back and forth to leave bed was no longer working as well, as my enormous belly rested entirely along the tops of my legs, out to my knees, and did not allow my upper body further forwards. I had to shimmy from side to side until I rested on the edge of my bed before pressing the weight of my heavy body up and off of the bed.
Waddling from there to the kitchen was another long task. I frequently had to rest with a hand thrown up against the wall, breathing hard, my other hand desperately trying to keep my full womb from dragging me down to the floor.
My hips and waist had outgrown my table armchairs, and so to eat I had to balance my breakfast plate on top of my big belly. One day, when I had made the mistake of grazing my ever-growing chest with the plate as I set it down, I quickly felt a wetness saturate the front of my shirt. I had begun lactating, and my milk was soaking through the fabric of my top.
I sat there feeling miserable, I was double what I weighed before and my body was enormously grown into a blimp. My hips had widened to accommodate the load and were more than ready to bear children. Thick fatty padding covered my ass, hips, and waist. My enormous chest was full to bursting with creamy milk, now dripping down my side.
And more than all that, my enormous belly dominated my body. It was laughably huge and seemed heavier than it should be. It edged out over my knees, having grown larger and longer than my thighs before bulging out to the sides, packed full with babies.
I felt like a pregnant cow, hardly fit to stand out in the field, just waiting to give birth. I certainly was producing milk like one. Thoughts like these were becoming more common with more situations like this. Each one sent a new electric feeling through me that I wasn’t sure I liked.
‘I’ve blown up like a blimp’
‘I can hardly move with this huge belly’
‘I’ve been thoroughly bred’
Each of these thoughts added to a heat in my center, and I could feel myself growing wetter.
‘I can’t see my lower body’
‘I’m growing these babies so well’
‘I wonder if I will be bigger next time’
The last thought gave me pause. Next time? Enjoying this was one thing but planning to be bred again was not something that I thought I wanted. The unending growth and the loss of mobility were things I hated. The more I thought about it the more turned on I became.
To be like this, over and over again? To grow and grow without end, having as many babies as I could? My body expanding outwards even more, belly crowded with two, three, even four babies at a time?
I felt my hips involuntarily grind up against the weight of my huge belly.
Maybe that was a future I could get used to. It almost seemed inevitable now.
In my perfect world, breast expansion and lactation are an immune response as common as the sniffles. You catch a cold and instead of flu symptoms you wake up in the morning with your boobs feeling unusually full, tender and leaky to the touch. And that's it for symptoms, you feel fine save for your tits swelling up. Taking the day off to spend it on the pumps is a perfectly common practice
I saw this happen to other girls while taking those supplements but really didn’t expect it to happen to me. My belly just swelled up and now I look pregnant; like some fertility goddess. I really don’t mind it and I think I’ll be taking estroslim a lot longer to see if I can get my belly a bit bigger!
