#! permapreg

[cherrycherish]

Vampires but they can only turn someone by unbirthing them? Regressing a human and turning them slowly as they grow inside. Vampire pregnancies take three times as long as human pregnancies, so a pregnant vampire is huge with brood for a long time. Bonus points if vampires love to carry multiples.

[cherrycherish]

A hedge knight manages to vanquish a troublesome drake, and the local lord rewards him with a title, a small keep, and servants. The twist is, the knight unbirthed the dragon, locking the beast inside of his womb; so now he waddles about with a gut that nearly touches the floor, and requires lots of tending from his manservants~

"M'Lord?" The ever faithful servant Finn carefully applied more salve to his lord's behemoth of a belly, "Are you awake?"

Ash merely let out a pitiful groan in response, his skin stretched by the furious writhing of the drake he'd ensnared inside. From the engorged belly riddled with stretch marks and the miserable noises he was making, most people would never believe he was an accomplished and well respected knight only a month ago.

He hadn't exactly planned on trapping the dragon within himself, it had just sort of happened in the heat of the battle. At first he was convinced that he'd burst like a melon and the dragon would go free, but after spending a whole day clutching his giant gut in agony it became clear that the beast couldn't escape, and slowly, terribly slowly, it was indeed shrinking down. After patiently waiting for oh so long, Ash managed to get to his feet and waddle out of the dragon's lair, the beast easily thrice his size.

The other knights had successfully petitioned the local lord to give him a title for his great feat, and even helped collect the mass of gold the dragon had been hoarding in its lair, leaving Ash with a small mountain of money and a new, rather lavish estate. He felt incredibly grateful as he was certain his days as a knight were now behind him, and the only thing in front of him was his oversized belly.

The servants were also a blessing, as he was much too heavy to do things himself, he doubted he could even get dressed on his own. Finn and Lowry had immediately warmed to him upon being hired, tending to his every need and teasing him for sticking an entire dragon into his cunt. They were the only ones who knew the truth after spending so much time up close and personal with his overtaxed form.

The angry growls and movement were mostly hidden by his layered clothing and fairly reclusive lifestyle, but obviously he couldn't hide the truth from his closest servants. Luckily, they didn't seem bothered by his occupied womb, and he was enjoying finally getting to put his feet up and live a pampered lifestyle, even if he spent at least a quarter of his time nursing a stomachache from hell.

"I'm back!" Lowry said quietly, taking his place at Ash's unoccupied side, handing him a small vial, "The apothecary said that there's no way to force it to shrink any quicker, and this was the only thing that would help. She said you'll likely be stuck dealing with the movement until it shrinks down into an egg."

"And what's the potion do?"

"Erm, she spoke in riddles the whole time, so I'm not entirely sure, something about temperature control. She did advise to place coins in the mattress, apparently it soothes the beast."

Ash studied the murky contents of the vial before figuring that things couldn't exactly get much worse, and swallowed the fluid in one gulp. It tasted strange but not unbearable, and he wondered what exactly it would do to ease his condition.

Finn's warm hands continued to glide across the lord's form, paying extra attention to the angry red stretch marks littering his poor belly.

"Go fetch the lord's meal, it should be nearly ready."

Lowry pouted, climbing out of the large bed, "Fine, but when I get back I'm having a turn rubbing his belly."

Finn smiled and kissed at the skin above Ash's popped belly button, earning him a needy whimper for his efforts. The dragon forced one of its scaled paws against the walls of the womb, making Ash gasp and moan miserably. The dragon's size had diminished enough for it to move around much more freely than when he'd first captured it, before it could hardly move at all and now he feared it was going to rip right out of him.

As the former knight clutched his gut and waited for the beast to settle down, he wondered what that damn apothecary had given him. He still felt irritable and hot and stretched, why wasn't there a potion to shrink oversized lizards?

Lowry soon returned with a large cart of food and the smell of it seemed to settle the dragon, as it stopped trying to force its way out of him and finally curled back up. Ash's gut growled hungrily as his servants went about feeding him.

"I can feed myself, y'know?" He said between bites of food.

"We don't know what's upsetting the drake, M'Lord, it's best if you focus on recovering your strength." Lowry brought another bite to his lord's mouth, "After the beast has shrunk down, you'll have plenty of opportunities to stuff your fat face with your own hands."

"Urp! My face isn't fat."

Lowry eyed the second chin that was slowly sprouting, raising an amused brow at Finn, "Of course, M'Lord."

After an obscene amount of food had been packed into their lord, Finn went about cleaning up and Lowry finally got a turn to rub the butterball himself, happily listening to the noises of his lord's tender belly all the while.

"Would you, ugh, do something for me?" Ash asked, nearly being drowned out by his own noisy gut.

"Try again, M'Lord." Lowry pinched the fat on Ash's thigh in admonishment.

A lord doesn't have to ask nicely for his servants to do anything, ever. It was a concept the former knight was still adjusting to. Sometimes he wondered who was in charge of who.

Ash went pink to his ears before giving the order, "Fill me, now."

"Yes M'Lord." Lowry chirped, wasting no time in rolling Ash over, spreading his legs and making the most obscene slurping sounds possible while lapping at his wet eager cunt.

Once Finn returned and Lowry was finally sliding his thick cock in, the round lord flexed his hips and reached out eagerly, "N-Need more!"

"So greedy, Lord Ash. One cock just isn't enough for you." Finn pulled himself free of his trousers and let Ash swallow his dick easily.

Getting fucked like a whore while his full womb weighed him down was the best part of his new life, his hair being pulled on by one man while the other gripped his plush hips. His body felt so hot but so good, he needed to feel their cum filling him up.

As their pace picked up, the drake shifted and Ash prayed that the beast wouldn't try tearing him apart until after he'd finished. His wet cunt squeezed tight around his servant and when hot seed spilled inside him he tumbled into his own shuddering orgasm. Finn followed shortly after, making his lord swallow it all with a content smile.

"I think I know what the potion does now, Lord Ash."

"Yeah?" His mind was still awash in post coital bliss, and he could only figure that there was no way the potion was making him any hornier than he always was.

"You can't feel that?" Finn gestured to his middle, making Ash actually take a proper look at himself, finding his body had gotten much doughier.

His double chin was undeniable now along with a set of soft tits where his pecs once were, his hips and thighs were ever wider, and his once tight, round dome of a belly was flabby, a roll even settled in his lap as he sat up.

"Why... Would that help with a dragon?"

Lowry shrugged, hands playing with his rolls, "Insulation? Maybe being kept warmer makes it less aggressive?" Dragons clearly had a desire for excess and indulgence, this could simply be another manifestation of that.

"Which means we really should be feeding you even more."

Ash scoffed, "We aren't even sure that it helps keep the beast quiet."

"What's the harm? If it shrinks down considerably people will find that more strange than you getting even fatter."

The former knight huffed, imagining how he'd look by the time the drake had completely shrunk down into an egg, "You both just want to stuff me like a pig."

"If you don't want to, say that. We're here to serve." Lowry jiggled his fat, taunting him, "Just say the word and I'll tell the cooks you're on a diet."

Yeah, right. Ash had no interest in eating egg whites and spinach everyday. There was hardly any point to being a lord with a mass of gold if he couldn't eat what he wanted.

"To hell with that." He said, his face completely pink, "I... Enjoy it, the food, you two feeding me, mocking me about how my clothes don't fit, filling me, I don't want you to stop."

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Finn kissed his double chin, "Maybe some warmer clothes would help quiet the drake as well? I can call for the tailor."

Ash stretched, feeling the weight of the dragon shift inside him slightly, "Not today, I want a bath and a nap."

His servants smiled at him, "At once, M'Lord."

It wasn't until the beginning of the next season that the dragon had finally settled as a large egg permanently trapped inside his womb, and by then Ash had blimped into a typical spoiled lord, so fat and adorned with gold that anyone who didn't know better would easily assume he'd always been a noble. In a way, the region had swapped one gluttonous beast for another.

[cherrycherish]

I want you to think about someone massive - belly stretching for dozens of feet; so large that they cannot move, but all of their needs are taken care of by others. Are they the last fertile person on Earth, the burden of repopulation resting solely on their shoulders? A pred who eats a whole town in single sitting? Someone who has unbirthed many, many people over the course of their life, and continues to add new additions?~

(I'm blending these options together, with a lil bit of sci-fi 💞)

Urso groaned as his whole body seemed to quake from the kicking of his pups, "Ahhh, I think it's nearly time..."

"You sure they're not just hungry, darling?" His lover purred, watching the movement of the pups.

"I literally just ate." He pointed to the peak of his swell, where some prey were clearly shifting around in his gut.

"Give it a few minutes, we don't want to get everyone riled up too soon." Lyra rubbed at one of the pup's elbows that was clearly jabbing Urso from within.

Urso moaned and leaned back, trying to get comfortable with his truly massive belly swollen out before him. He'd been enjoying life as an immobile broodmare for a long time, and had grown used to being at the mercy of his ever demanding pups.

Many many many years ago Urso had been just as human as everyone else, but for reasons beyond humanity's comprehension, energies began to change in humans. It seemed humans were the only ones affected by what was deemed a "time shift". Certain things in humans were too fast and others too slow, and nothing was consistent. Some had hearts that beat too fast and died quickly thereafter, some had skin that all but shed non-stop leaving them raw constantly, though most were sexually shifted, many would be quickly struck with sexual desire and then nothing, leaving people very rarely able to procreate, and most unwilling to risk the possibility of a child growing inside them in a few hours or a few years. As much as people feared being too fast, some were too slow, slow to think, slow to move, slow to breathe. Urso hadn't discovered what he was affected with, everything seemed normal, though he knew something was either far too fast or slow.

Whatever caused the time shift was never discovered, there were theories, but nothing concrete. Along with the change in time, some people began to see things that were previously unseen, Urso was among those lucky few. He was terrified at first but upon realizing that the odd entities did little more than acknowledge his presence, it wasn't too difficult to navigate.

The only time an entity spoke to him, it was some sort of wish granter, a genie or a fairy or something, notoriously untrustworthy, but with the state of things Urso couldn't exactly refuse. So many societies had collapsed into chaos, turns out humans don't handle an inability to enjoy sex well at all. What did he need to wish for in order to have some semblance of normalcy and safety?

He of course tried to wish for things to go back to normal, to undo the time shift all together, but the creature had refused. It didn't explain what the limitation of the wishes were which didn't help.

Ultimately, Urso could only wish for the ability to bless people with children that were unaffected by the time shift.

The spirit didn't refuse this, and with the wave of a hand they were in a beautiful open field, another wave of its hand and a huge stone building appeared amongst the flowers. Then it was gone. Urso, with no clue where he was or what to do, could only go into the odd building and hope to find an explanation.

It was a massive structure, like a palace, and was well stocked with food and medicines and many of the luxuries that had disappeared with society's collapse. The giant library looked like it would take years to fully look through, and much of it appeared to be contents about survival and life skills. As he finished looking around the entire place, returning to the biggest room inside, he still had no idea what he was meant to do exactly.

Then a group entered the place, quickly running into Urso.

"Is this place yours?" The man who looked to be leading the group asked. He was tall and rugged looking, long dark hair, muscles, tan skin, he looked like an actor.

"Uh, yes, I would say so."

"We've been sent here to help you with your wish." He held out his hand which Urso shook readily.

"I'm Urso. And you are?"

"Lyra. Nice to meet you."

He was introduced to the group and though he was still uncertain what he was meant to do, showed them around the place. Soon they were working together to make things more livable in what they were now calling home, saving seeds from their food stores and growing new food, taking the long trail to the nearest town to share their supplies, which through some magical means always replenished overnight. It seemed that the palace was nearly frozen in time, barely crawling forward at all, meaning those living within were effectively free from the time shift as long as they were inside. It wasn't long before more people joined them, growing their numbers and developing an odd culture of their own together.

Along with a melting pot culture, Urso also found himself receptive to Lyra's flirtations. The two were even better at leading together. As they had an unending supply of food, it didn't surprise anyone that they all looked healthy, Urso was happy that his wish seemed to include benefits. Their clear well-being attracted more people over time, and it seemed as more people lived there, the stockpile only grew.

As he was walking through the library looking for something to read he found an old tome that inexplicably fell off the shelf closest to him. It was full of information on bizarre magic, depicting all kinds of mind boggling feats. He tried showing it to the others, but it seemed they all lacked the eyes to see the unseen and couldn't read a word of it.

Pouring over the old tome for days, Urso found what he needed to do at last. Painting a series of glyphs on his skin and reading aloud the chant from the pages, his body began to change right before his eyes. No longer merely healthy, Urso was growing fat, moaning as he finished reading the chant and his body swelled wider. Quickly it became impossible for him to hold himself up, his muscles unable to lift such sudden weight, and he was stuck sitting on his widening rear.

"This isn't too terribly big..." He muttered as the growing finally stopped, he could probably move with some help. His body felt huge, but pleasurable. The soft skin, the stretch marks, the jiggle, it felt right.

"Lyra!" He called, hoping that someone would hear him through his door. He probably should've asked for someone to help him with this strange ritual. "Lyra! Anybody?"

He heard hurried footsteps before his door flew open.

Lyra stood in the doorway dumbstruck, eyes looking over the much larger man, "Are... Are you okay?"

"Yes, but I can't move. Could you give me a hand? There's a spell for weightlessness in that book there, but I can't reach it."

By the end of the day Urso was waddling about the palace, Lyra practically glued to his side.

"Just what were you thinking doing that alone? What if I hadn't heard you? What if something had gone wrong?"

"I'm perfectly fine, and you did hear me. Everything worked out, didn't it?"

"Was this what you were wishing for?"

"You didn't know before you came?"

"No. I just knew we had to come here."

"I wished for a way to give people children that didn't have the time shift."

"And what does that have to do with you getting so big?" Despite his less than polite choice of words, Urso could see the desire in his eyes.

"Well, it's a requirement to make my wish happen. I've got all the spells I'll need to make this work, but first we should explain it to everyone, let's have a meeting."

Urso explained to the others in the encampment what his plans were, and that he'd need sixteen others to complete the spell, eight willing and eight unwilling. Once he explained what the others would need to do in order to complete the spell, eight people readily volunteered, much to Urso's delight.

Eight other people were dragged to the palace while Urso set everything up in the massive central room they'd be performing the spell in. The people of the encampment bowed down before Urso as Lyra fed him each of the eight outsiders. These sacrifices were all kicking up a storm in his stomach but it was a thrilling sensation. He felt so full and had to gulp so hard to swallow them all, and yet it felt so good once each of them was inside.

"Now for the fun part." Urso smiled as he approached the eight volunteers, lowering his wet cunt onto the first one in the row, the spell he'd applied to his body allowing him to stretch to accommodate the sheer size.

The combined wriggling of the prey in his gut on top of the shifting volunteers being pulled into his womb was ecstacy. The glyphs painted on him glowed as his body accepted all eight of his new pups. He still felt positively gravid, belly stretched around all sixteen of them, it seemed his weightless spell was wearing off.

Lyra helped him get settled on a giant cushion before going to find some cream for his lover's over stretched skin. Urso could only sit there in bliss, his mind spinning with plans.

The powerful magic required eight willing volunteers to act as a harness to Urso's magic, from within his body he could steer their excess energy to others to form healthy pregnancies in anyone near him. The eight sacrifices in his gut were giving him the energy to make such a sudden transformation safely.

The pups inside his womb never regressed over the years, in fact they grew quite plump inside his spoiled body, and would eagerly move about within him whenever they got hungry or it was time to transfer their excess energy into others. Over the years, more people heard about the "fertile palace", migrated to it and found themselves well fed and heavy with children that would be free from the time shift. Some had no desire for children and were happier serving Urso or being fattened up and consumed to feed his huge swell. It was discovered that his milk was good at healing sicknesses and soon he was almost always attached to a pump.

Urso was content as a fertility conductor, planting healthy pregnancies into willing worshippers wasn't difficult work, and he enjoyed watching everyone grow. The children born in the palace were healthy and happy and had no trouble with the time shift. If he could've jumped for joy when it was first confirmed, he would've, the best he could manage was jiggling with delighted laughter.

"Hmm, Love, I think it really is time... Urp!" All the eager kicking of his pups along with his recent meal was a lot of sensation all at once, despite how huge he'd gotten, it wasn't any less intense now than it had been in the beginning.

"Alright, let's get everyone ready." Lyra opened a door and several naked worshippers made their way into the room, slowly approaching their benefactor's mountain of a belly. His belly towered over even tall people, and seemed to stick out so far, Urso couldn't see past it and his globe breasts hardly at all, but he didn't mind. This was what he wanted to be, after all.

One by one people approached and pressed themselves against Urso's huge body, as he directed energy into each of them they began to swell with brood and milk. Each one was nicely round as they waddled to an area of cushions to catch their breath. Urso could see that some were going to have multiples and others heavy singles, the energy he'd placed in them choosing randomly how many they'd carry.

As the last of the eager worshippers were filled with young, Urso felt his own pups settle inside him finally.

"Whoo, you boys finally tucker yourselves out in there?" He asked quietly, giving his heavy form a rub.

Lyra gave his belly a kiss before meeting his lips passionately, "Are you gonna fill people up long after the time shift is fixed?"

"I don't see why not to. Even once the time shift is gone, plenty of people will still want to be filled with babies." He smiled as his little ones seemed to finally go to sleep, "Besides, I can't let these pups out, this is where they belong."

"What if I told you that there's apparently another influx of worshippers arriving within the week." Lyra's eyes burned with lust.

"They'd still take a bit of time to settle in, get a bit fat, then I'm sure we could fill them up too. You like watching me fill everyone up."

"I do. I'll dote on you and these pups until the end of time. Even if everyone else leaves, I'm staying and tending to you and the pups. Now," Lyra kissed one of his chins, "It's time for dessert. You worked hard filling all these people, you've earned a reward."

"I love you." Urso grinned, tears pricked in the corner of his eyes, "You and the pups are the best part of my wish."

"I love you too."

[cherrycherish]

Picture: Sitting on a sofa is a fancy woman with a humongous belly, huge and heavy, nearly brushing the floor. One hand rests atop her gravid swell, while the other fondles a nipple the size of a fist. What's her story (doesn't have to be elaborate)~

I'm gonna go with a royal hostage situation. An evil queen, a captured princess, the usual.... Sort of

A kingdom and queendom are warring for land, with the larger, more prosperous queendom treating the whole thing like a neighborly spat, hosting a masquerade ball in the palace just to spite the opposing side. The queen, dressed in silken finery and gold, wasn't expecting to come face to face with one of the kingdom's own heirs.

The beautiful princess probably thought her identity was obscured in a masquerade ball, but nothing escaped the Queen's gaze. Was this lone maiden planning to assassinate her? Or simply do reconnaissance on the enemy? It didn't take much for the Queen to intoxicate her and lead her away from the crowd, where behind closed doors the princess said something that struck her with nostalgia.

'I don't want to marry a man'

The Queen could sympathize with this, as she'd never bothered with marriage herself, preferring to use men as stallions to produce heirs before releasing them. Of course, this was something she could do as the sole heir, but the maiden in her grasp was not so lucky, having several older siblings and cousins.

There was only one solution for the problem, and that was to simply claim the princess for herself. The opposing kingdom would never agree to a marriage, so the Queen opted for a one-sided solution, inviting the younger woman to undress and throw away her maidenhood.

It had been a long time since a virgin had attempted to please the Queen, her hand in the princess's platinum hair, guiding her. Soon she was directing the maiden's hands to her throbbing cunt, pulling her in deeper and deeper and deeper until the Queen was lowering herself to completely capture her new prize. Getting to her feet and readjusting her dress around the impossible to hide swell, she wondered how long it would take for the neighbors to realize their princess had disappeared.

Her devoted subjects were entirely unbothered by the sudden swell, simply offering her cream for the stretch marks and reminding her to eat well. She hadn't exactly been expecting the lithe princess to have such demanding cravings, but she couldn't complain about the endless need for fruit and bread, even as the added weight piled on and widened her gaite to a waddle.

Weeks turned into months and the Queen could only speculate that the opposing kingdom had simply shrugged off the lost maiden. By the time they figured it out, she'd blimped and her milk had come in, her body perfectly suited to carrying her hostage around.

The emissaries sent by the kingdom were gobsmacked at the sight of the Queen, specially tailored clothes clung to her engorged, leaky breasts, and her massive stretch mark covered belly. Her rear was filling out the couch and a large velvet pillow had been placed on the floor to cushion the underside of her huge gut. It was difficult to even see past her own sloshing tits, her fat nipples stretching the fabric meant to contain them.

Once they'd recollected themselves, the man in charge dared to ask if she'd eaten his betrothed, the princess Estelle.

The Queen realized she'd never gotten the maiden's name, and denied having eaten her.

"It seems the lost princess would rather be at my mercy than yours." She rubbed a hand over her heavy swell, "She belongs to me now."

They attempted to barter with her, offering parcels of land and gold in exchange for the princess, all of which were refused. It seemed she had some value in marriage but was far enough down the line of succession that they wouldn't simply end the war to get her back. The entire discussion seemed to agitate the princess, who kicked against the Queen's insides.

Irritated and beginning to noticeably leak through her clothes, the Queen dismissed them from her palace and replaced them with her servants. Finally being liberated from her clothes, eating a snack and getting milked was bliss. Warm hands working her swollen tits and aching feet freed up her own hands to focus on her captive princess.

"You belong to me now." She repeated, rubbing at what she could reach of her belly. She couldn't see herself wanting to release her princess anytime soon. The princess settled, seeming happy to stay right where she was.

[cherrycherish]

Nun Belly. Pregnancy? Vore? Unbirth? You decide~

"Sister Cynthia!" Beatrice hissed as Cynthia pulled her close, "What are you--"

Cynthia forced the naked woman into her drooling maw, moaning as she was gulped down deeper and deeper. Before she knew it, Beatrice was stuck inside the belly of her captor along with Sister Adelaide, despite her struggling.

The days were becoming more difficult as more and more people were being pulled into Cynthia's growing body, Sister Lorna and Sister Mina had gotten gobbled up by her small breasts the night before, leaving them juicy and full, and now both Sisters Adelaide and Beatrice had been pulled into her gut after showering. Just how has all of this happened? And what would she do now?

Cynthia let out a loud belch as she rubbed her tumultuous belly, her clothes wouldn't possibly fit over such girth. She found Adelaide's clothes, finding that they fit her width well enough, but needed to be hemmed at the skirt. She went about collecting the remaining clothes to not draw suspicion and quietly slipped out of the showers and back to her room.

Once in the privacy of her room, she opened the window and sat on her bed, waiting for her late night visitor to come see her again.

Dozing in and out of sleep, eventually her visitor returned, his beauty gleaming like a star. An angel had been coming to her in the night.

"Two?" He asked, watching her belly churn noisily.

"Urp, yes, they were alone in the showers so it was fairly easy."

"Undress."

Cynthia did as ordered, standing before him naked and full. He laid a hand on her round belly and some of his light sank into her skin. She shivered as he withdrew.

"You will stretch now to carry as much as you desire. And no one will think it odd if they see your growth."

"Ah, alright...?" She said, "So, you want me to eat more?"

"All of them. Then, I will return."

Cynthia blinked and he was gone, leaving her to wonder what was to come.

During prayer Cynthia ate all of the others, one after the next, in each pew, until they were all crammed inside of her aching writhing belly or her bulging breasts. Being able to stretch as much as needed was nice, but it didn't save her from being too full to move, so once everyone had been eaten, she was stuck in place, naked as the day she was born, burping and waiting for her visitor.

Her giant belly had all day to digest, but by the time her visitor arrived she still couldn't move, her gut was just slightly softer and sloshy.

"You did well." He gave her belly a pat and her stomach seemed to start working even faster against her feast.

"What now? Bwoooooorp!" She clung to her belly as she burped loudly.

Her visitor snapped his fingers and suddenly she was outside in a wide grassy field, alone.

"Hello?" She called into the night, wondering what was going on, and where he'd gone, "Hellooo?"

She lay there, atop her huge churning gut for a while, worrying that someone would find her in this state, but also worrying that maybe no one would find her.

Eventually someone did approach her from the treeline, a lone man, tall and strong and painted with scars.

"Hello..." She said meekly, followed by her belly making a loud groan.

"Hello~" the stranger purred, "You look like you've had quite a feast, hm?"

She blushed, "Y-Yes... I'm stuck..."

He grinned, "So I can see."

The stranger walked around to her behind and hummed in approval. He said something she didn't understand and suddenly lots of people were coming over from the forest, many of whom wasted no time in climbing up her form and into her cunt. She moaned as more and more of them pushed their way into her womb, making her cum again and again. The stranger was the last to climb inside her, leaving her alone once more, but now with an overactive womb.

Suddenly she was in a large palace of some sort, looking around, she spotted her visitor, "What's going on? Where are we?"

"A safe breeding ground. I had to use you as a honey pot, to attract those vulgar demons. Look at how many went inside, and now they're all stuck inside for purification." He smiled at the angry movement in her belly.

"I don't understand..."

"By consuming the other sisters, your holy cleansing power is condensed together, and your body became a purifying vessel for demons to be reformed. Once they've all regressed you'll grow them as angel pups inside of you. You're not the only one either, look." He waved his hand to show other huge pregnant sows, their bellies flabby and wriggling with life, "You can eat as much as you want, waddle about as much as you want, cum as much as you want, and you're doing a precious service to the world, we can't have enough angels, and these pitiful demons couldn't resist the pull of your warm womb, they'll be much happier as your brood."

"They can't get out?"

"No, they're locked inside. They'll be born after a long long time purifying within you."

She blinked, "Okay..." Just how long would it take?

"As a reward," he smiled, "I'll make sure you have everything your heart desires."

Cynthia smiled back, she suddenly wanted to stay pregnant as long as possible.

[cherrycherish]

Current brain rot: Spoiled newly wed king getting filled up with his husband's heirs right as the kingdom goes to war, after a few failed assassination attempts they decide it's too dangerous for the heirs to be born so a spell is cast to seal the king's womb. He's having meetings and war planning and endless work while lugging around an increasingly heavy belly. There's no telling how long the war will drag on for, and eventually the king will be too big to move.

[cherrycherish]

Not to sound like a nerd but I do enjoy the occasional isekai manga, and I think it'd be interesting to see a similar theme in a kink scenario, just imagine a character reincarnated over and over into the past, trying to avoid certain doom, usually because they can't get a hero to side with them. In most stories they win the hero over by being clever and romancing them, but I propose something else: what if the reincarnated character just seduces the hero and grows huge with their young? They can't kill the breeder after all.

This would be so good with hyperpreg specifically, so there's no denying who got them so full of life. Even better if the breeder is just stuck carrying until they're certain they're safe, unwilling or unable to let their pregnancy end until they feel comfortable. I'm just imagining a huge breeder swelling and stretched to capacity right away, and staying so full until the hero finally does away with whatever was threatening their life, their water breaking as soon as they hear the news.