#constant preg

[shockspectrum]

sub who's pregnant so often that they don't even need to make pregnancy announcements anymore. a month after each baby is born, all of their friends and family just assume they're pregnant again

[pregtboy]

heavily pregnant trans boy who's so intensely aroused by his own gravid state and whose body - particularly his belly and tits - has become so sensitive that he's perpetually waddling around in a state of constant rapturous moaning and orgasm everywhere he goes and no matter what he's doing. he knows he should be mortified and it intrudes on his daily life entirely but there's nothing he can do to stop it - he just can't help it, and it doesn't take long for the nonstop arousal to make him stop thinking about the embarrassment entirely and just enjoy how fucking good he feels all the time, how much pleasure being pregnant gives him, how lustful and turned on his fertile body makes him, how much he loves his massive swollen heavy belly and giant leaky tits and gargantuan widened hips - and despite all the judgment and odd looks he gets, it's no surprise many of the people who encounter him can't help getting almost as horny as he is from hearing those loud, long, sweet, high-pitched, uncontrollable moans, gasps, and whines

[heatdrunk]

i wish pregnancy pacts were like...magically binding contracts. I wish they forged permanent, life-long connections between your wombs.

you make the pact young, probably in middle school or high school, that's when most pregnancy pacts are forged. at a sleepover, you and your friends make a promise that when one of you gets pregnant, the rest will too. you're all young, you don't know any better, the only thing you're thinking about is how fun it would be to have babies at the same time as your friends. it seems like a great idea, none of you will ever have to go through pregnancy alone. you giggle about it a bit, fantasize about what it would be like, discuss baby names, but don't really put much stock in it. pretty soon, you've forgotten all about it.

years down the line, after you've all grown up and mostly gone your separate ways, and you see that one of them has made a pregnancy announcement on social media. you leave a comment congratulating her, and move on with your life. a few weeks later, another posts the same thing. funny coincidence, that two of your old friends ended up pregnant at the same time. you congratulate them and move on. not even a full week after that, two more have announced their own pregnancies, and it doesn't really feel like a coincidence anymore. come to think of it, you've been feeling pretty exhausted lately, your cycle is definitely more than a few weeks late, and that stubborn bloating at the base of your stomach just won't go down.

turns out it doesn't matter what kind of birth control you use, or how careful you are. it doesn't even matter if you never have sex. if one womb in the pact is seeded, the rest are too. it only takes one of you being careless, or selfish, or even unwillingly impregnated, and the rest of you are stuck growing round with child alongside them. There's no way to prevent it, no way to reverse the pact.

you reconnect with all of them and form a group chat to compare bump photos, cycles, and due dates. trying to make the most of a bad situation, you set up maternity photoshoots and schedule sleepovers and spa days. it takes a while to get everyone on board, but eventually you do, though with varying degrees of excitement. you're hoping you can all at least enjoy your pregnancies together like you originally planned when you made the pact at that sleepover all those years ago.

maybe you all go into labor at the same time too, at one of your many sleepovers. or maybe your labors are staggered but you'll always give birth at the same time, so one of you might be left laboring for days while the others nervously wait for their own contractions to hit. either way, you get to share the experience with all of your friends, just like you wanted all those years ago.

for a while, it's nice. fun, even.

but when you're several babies deep, each of you overworked and exhausted, that one friend who "doesn't believe in birth control" sends a photo of her most recent ultrasound to the group chat. your phone explodes with furious texts as everyone berates her for getting you all pregnant again, when you're still recovering from the last baby, but you can only stare in horror at the sight of three distinct shapes on the ultrasound.

[soft-bunny-tummy]

birth is hot and all but part of me just wants to stay constantly pregnant. like slowly growing bigger and bigger, my tummy getting heavier and hanging lower. but there’s never a point where i actually give birth. i’m just constantly stuck growing until my body physically can’t anymore and i have to resort to waddling around for months and months when i’m at my ripest. people wonder when i’m gonna pop but i’m so content waddling around with a drippy cunt because of my body that’s been changed forever

[taobaotea]

breeding kink with laios touden.. keeping you pregnant 24/7 n as soon as your able to be impregnated again he dosent waste any time getting to it. twins run in both your families so you’re just constantly pregnant with pairs of triplets every year and he’s oh so doting on you and all your children together while he’s chosen the kingdoms best nannie’s to take care of your abundant growing family.

laios who gets this soft, stupid smile every time he looks at you pregnant again, like he genuinely can’t believe he got this lucky.

at first everyone thinks the kingdom’s joking when the announcements keep coming.

twins.

then another set.

then triplets.

the palace servants stop fully putting the nursery furniture away because there’s honestly no point anymore.

and laios absolutely loves it.

not in a weird controlling way either, he’s just completely obsessed with domestic life with you. he likes waking up with a baby asleep on his chest and another curled into your side. likes the noise, the chaos, the tiny shoes left all over the palace halls. he’ll come back from royal meetings still wearing his crown only for one of the toddlers to immediately yank on it until he takes them into his lap.

you’re basically never not pregnant at this point because the second you’ve recovered enough, he’s all over you again. kissing you slow and affectionate while holding your waist like he already knows exactly what he wants.

and he’s so unbearably doting about it too.

always checking if you’ve eaten. hovering when you’re tired. sneaking into the kitchens himself because you mentioned craving something once three weeks ago. he acts like carrying his children is the most sacred thing anyone’s ever done for him.

half the time he’s kneeling in front of you with both hands on your stomach, talking to the babies before they’re even born.

the pregnancies get harder with how constant they are, especially with twins running in both families. by the time you’re carrying another set of triplets, the royal physicians are stressed out of their minds while laios is just standing there looking awestruck every time the babies kick.

he absolutely hires the best nannies in the kingdom, but he refuses to let them raise the children for him. he wants to be involved in everything. baths, bedtime stories, teaching the older kids weird monster facts they definitely should not know at their age.

the palace basically turns into organized chaos.

children running through corridors at all hours. tiny voices yelling for you both nonstop. older siblings carrying younger ones around because there are simply too many little touden babies to keep track of anymore.

and somehow laios still finds time to make you feel adored through all of it.

pulling you into his lap late at night after the children are finally asleep. pressing sleepy kisses against your shoulders while one hand rests over your stomach automatically, like it belongs there.

already hoping for another baby before he’s even admitted it out loud.

[perfectlygloriouskitty]

I’ve been fantasizing about some potential evolutionary reasons for superfetation and prolonged pregnancy. An idea came to me while I was getting off in the shower, hands frantically rubbing myself to slickness.

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What if you were a breeder, bred by someone who wasn’t supposed to have you? They just couldn’t resist your sweet clench when you ripened into an adult, fully responsible for your own unwitting actions. Your guardian had wanted to preserve your innocence for his own selfish reasons, but when he left you on your own for a year while he had to work abroad, he didn’t realize he was leaving you unguarded. You were unaware of the potential consequences of sex, of letting them come inside you bare.

As your belly swells with your litter, you are confused by the changes and ask the one who bred you for advice. Their eyes gleam with lust as they breed you all over again, even though they know it won’t take. They tell you that you’re fine, but not to tell anyone else what is happening or how you got so swollen and heavy. You’re told you’re just getting fat.

…

8 months in, you’re huge and waddling with your gravid womb. The babies inside are big and active, making it obvious to anyone who looks at you that you’re well and truly knocked up. As you are laying on the couch, hands pressed to the taut skin underneath your silky robe, vainly trying to get your belly to calm down. You’re still wondering what’s happening inside you… when your Daddy returns. Still standing in the doorway, bags in hand, he takes one look at you and sees red.

You clamber up as fast as your encumbered figure will allow, straightening with great effort against the heft of your roundness. You waddle to him as fast as you can, one hand supporting the vast underside of your womb and then throw your arms around him in a big hug. You feel strange with your torso turned to the side so that you can reach him. The angle presses your swell into his muscled abdomen in a striking contrast to your softness.

He reaches his arms around you and heaves you up into his arms, carrying you into his bedroom. You look around in confusion, having never been in here before. He deposits you on the center of his large bed, jostling the litter inside you. You groan and curl around your belly. He still hasn’t said anything.

As your belly calms, you keep stroking it gently and look up at him in question. “What’s going on? Why do you look angry? I’m so happy you’re back early! But why are we in here, Daddy?

His nostrils flare and instead of answering, he asks, “Who did this to you? Who did you let breed you?” He keeps staring at you intently, gaze inexorably drawn to where your soft hands are gently soothing your full womb. His face flushes in anger and arousal. Arousal at finally seeing you bred like you were always meant to be, anger at knowing that someone else snuck inside you and stole his breeding rights from him. You were intended to be his breeder and his alone, always full and happy to be growing his babies.

“What do you mean? Nobody bred me, Daddy. I’m just getting fat. Do you think I’m not pretty anymore?” You weren’t sure what to think about how active your belly was at this point, but you didn’t want to get in trouble, so you stuck to the line you’d been told to say months ago.

He starts ripping his clothes off, still breathing hard. “You’re perfect, baby, but someone definitely got their cock in your pretty little hole. You look like you should have been pushing that baby out weeks ago!” He prowls over you on the bed, tugging your skimpy robe open. The fabric falls away and your tender chest, massive belly, and sensitive groin are exposed to the cool air.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” You ask, eyes fixed on his swinging cock, drooling precum onto your plump thigh.

“I’m going to fix this, baby, and claim you like I should have before I left. That belly should be full of my baby, not whatever thief talked his way in between your legs.” He pressed your thighs open with his big, rough hands as he spoke. Eyes drifting from your round womb to your opening.

You cry out in surprise and pleasure when his lips suckle you, bringing blood to the surface and heating your skin. You feel yourself growing slick, the constant low-grade arousal of being so full flaring at his attentions. You thread your fingers in his hair, directing him where you want while his thick fingers stretch you out. When he’s satisfied, he slides up your body. Your belly keeps him from reaching you easily but he still manages to ravenously kiss you as his cock spreads you open farther than you ever thought possible. He’s so deep inside you that you feel the crown of his dick spread something tightly clenched inside of you open just a fraction.

He sits up on his knees, lifts you up and flips you around before slamming you down on his shaft again, thighs splayed open on either side of his spread knees. Your belly hangs down heavily and starts to bounce painfully as he thrusts into you from below. You whimper and he quickly moves a strong arm to support your gravid belly and the other to pinch your nipples.

“Ah! Ah! Daddy why? Ugh it feels so good but it’s so much! I can’t take it! I’m feeling… something is happening in me! Daddy please!!” You writhe on his cock as he holds you firmly seated, hole spread wide as he grinds into you and floods you with come.

“You’re mine! Your hole is mine, your womb is mine. I’m going to get you so pregnant, breed you so good and so full you’ll never look at another man.” He grits out the words as you spasm around him, coming hard and leaking from your nipples a bit, hardly noticing in your haze.

…

The next few months are filled with nearly constant breeding whenever you’re home together. You’ve only gotten bigger. There’s no denying that you are hugely pregnant and overdue by months and months.

“Why haven’t the babies come yet?” You pant to your Daddy as he comes back from the bathroom with a washcloth one day. You’re laying on your side, drenched in come, belly so big you can’t breathe when you lay on your back. You clutch yourself but come nowhere near the part of your belly that’s currently bulging out painfully with the head of one of the offspring inside you. He presses his hand into the bulge until the baby shifts into a more comfortable position.

As he wipes you down, he explains “Your first babies are waiting for ours to catch up. They all need to be born at the same time, so it’s safe. The older ones don’t keep growing as fast once you get pregnant again.”

What he doesn’t mention is that breeders are built this way to maximize the number of litters they have. The same person can’t knock them up while they’re already gravid, but a new one can succeed. To keep whichever man who has possession of the pregnant breeder when they give birth from snuffing out the offspring that don’t belong to them, the breeder stays pregnant with all litters until the babies are theoretically indistinguishable. This also maximizes the genetic diversity of their offspring, so breeders are predisposed to enjoying new partners while already bred and heavy.

What neither of you realize is that even though your second litter is almost ready to pop, a powerful friend of your Daddy’s from out of town will be visiting soon. Daddy owes him a big favor… and your womb is what he’ll want.

When he arrives, you think you’re as big as you can physically get, with six or seven full term and overdue babies stretching you out, almost two years pregnant. You will soon find out that you can get much, much bigger.

Luckily for you and your Daddy, your womb is very accommodating and subconsciously, you’ve never been happier than when you are stuck in bed, powerless to do anything but gestate.

Your Daddy’s friend breeds you well for a whole weekend while your daddy listens jealously from downstairs. You are a bit sad to see the big man go, as he had wonderfully talented hands. You’re even more dismayed when your Daddy is right and you keep growing even more pregnant. You can’t believe you have another nine months to go… again.

When you finally give birth, you push for days, cumming violently each time you crown. You swear off cock forever afterwards. Your belly flattens out and your tits swell with milk for all the babies. The powerful man takes a few to raise and the first man who bred you takes a few as well, as you’d eventually fessed up to your Daddy who had taken your virginity.

Three months later, you’ve already forgotten your promise to yourself and you’re moaning as your Daddy comes straight into your fertile womb.

You almost hope his friend wants to visit again when you’re almost ready to pop. You’re secretly, but not subtly, delighted when he arrives two weeks before you’re due to birth your next batch. You’re going to be well bred for a long, long time. Just the way you like it.

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: I can't stop cumming to the thought of filling you up and later when you're about to birth my pups I deny it and fill you again making your pregnancies overlap until your mind is completely broken and I fuck you into a mess

Good thing you can’t stop thinking about it, ‘cause it’s something I like thinking about too~

I’m imagining a big, scary monster with a massive cock - maybe that’s you - filling up an unwilling breeder - maybe that’s me - with pups. You kidnap me to make sure that your pups grow nice and healthy inside of me, bringing me back to your rocky den inside of a cave, and as scared as I am of you, I can’t help but get wet at the knowledge of my body being used.

When my belly is so swollen that I would look more than overdue if I were carrying a human child, I go into labor. You’re alerted by my moans of pain, and take the opportunity to immediately start fucking me again, preventing me from giving birth. I’m begging and pleading for you to let me get your pups out, please, it hurts, please let me give birth - but you refuse to listen, growling as you rut into my wet hole.

You cum inside of me, and I immediately know you’ve just knocked me up all over again, the prospect terrifying but also one that makes me cum explosively, clenching hard around your cock. When you pull out, you pick me up like it takes no effort at all, and then sink me onto a particularly smooth, rounded rock formation that sticks up from the cave floor, making the stone act as a plug that prevents me from giving birth while your next litter is on the way. The thing is too big and I’m too heavy to lift myself off of it, so I’m left in simultaneous pain and pleasure while my middle grows even more.

When I go into labor for the second time, you effortlessly pick me up and again force yourself into me to seed me with another litter. When your hot cum pumps into my womb, my head goes blank as I accept that this is where I am and where I’m stuck, not screaming nor pleading anymore - but it also feels good, and I’m struggling not to admit that as you rail me before sliding me back down onto the stone.

When the third labor comes, though, and you lift me from the cave floor yet again, something inside of my head snaps and my cunt suddenly feels horribly, painfully empty - and I need you to fill me, bless me with your pups, make me as pregnant as you want, keep me pregnant, oh fuck-

You’re all too glad to comply, and your renewed vigor at my obedience just makes me scream and moan even more from the combination of pleasure and pain - though the pleasure far overwhelms what pain is there, and the pain itself is something that just makes me even more wet. With your fourth litter growing inside of me, I’m impossibly swollen at this point, the activity of your previous litters just causing even more sensation, and I can’t help but get wet at the feeling. I soak the ground beneath me as I moan and shift my hips on the stone toy you’ve impaled me on, just trying to get a little more stimulation, my brain entirely melted away in place of my new life as a perpetual incubator.

[topheavybottom]

Person who has a curse where the egg they release during ovulation automatically implants in their uterus without needing to be fertilized. So they're effectively constantly pregnant because as soon as they give birth and their hormones settle enough to begin the ovulation cycle again the egg that's released from their ovaries just automatically implants and then they're pregnant all over again.

...well that wouldn't work I don't think the egg would start developing so if you want to get pregnant and give birth and all that the closest thing would be asexual reproduction. The babies would all be clones of the parent, or close enough. Idk I'm not a biologist and I'm not looking that shit up