#permapreg

[missprego02]

the need I feel to experience this!!!!!

it doesn’t even have to be humen!!!!

[sayorithot]

not to be extra freaky but I cannot stop thinking abt smth alien or monstrous deciding to take up residence in my womb and start churning out eggs and turning me into a brood nest for it

[the-black-manor]

You're the xenobiologist on a spaceship that's studying a lifeform found on one of the planets your team recently visited. It's a mass of tentacles, barely the size of a tennisball, but it's growing quickly and becoming more and more aggressive. It seems to be the most at peace when it's in its hide - one of those little plastic caves you put in a hamster cage - but it will outgrow that, too, by the end of the week. There's really only one place that it can be kept safe that it won't outgrow immediately. If you can't calm the creature, your superiors are going to kill it. You know how to help, and you've grown fond of it, so you volunteer. Your womb will make the perfect warm, dark place.

As you enter your lab, the lifeform goes into a frenzy, slamming itself against the glass walls of its little enclosure. It's grown since the meeting two days ago; now the size of a softball. Your partner closes the laboratory door behind you, and the locks slide into place with a heavy metallic thud. You take a deep breath, slide your pants off and kick them aside. The creature calms as you approach, waiting to see what you're going to do before it makes its move.

"Alright, you," you address it nervously. "I'm going to open your enclosure, and you're not going to try and kill me, okay?"

Its tentacles, transparent and slimy, feel around the seams of the enclosure's door. You sit in your chair, wheel up to the table, then spread your legs. With a shaky breath, you reach for the latch on the box, then flick it open. Instantly, it pushes the door open and wraps its tentacles around your hand. You check your breathing, trying not to panic as it begins to squeeze.

"Easy now..."

With your free hands, you spread your lower lips, then position the lifeform in front of your opening. It was smart and curious. It would understand.

"You'll like it in there," you promise when it hesitates. "No tricks. Just a nice place to sleep."

One tentacle reaches out and curls around your clit, while another prods at your urethra and a third slips into your cunt, feeling, exploring deep. You grit your teeth as the tentacle in your urethra slides in further and pray that the alien won't choose your bladder instead of your womb. It adds two more tentacles to the one in your cunt, and you can feel it exploring your cervix.

It feels good.

But that pleasure turns to pain as it forces your cervix open and pulls itself partially inside of your cunt, stretching your entrance around its soft body. It could relax, making itself smaller, but it wanted to get a good feel for the space inside.

"That's it...." you breathe. "All yours."

The rest of it slides inside, and you can't help but clench around it. It freezes, but only for a moment, and then it begins to force itself past your cervix and into your womb. That stretch isn't nearly as pleasant as the previous, and you grit your teeth hard as you ride it out. The creature is cautious, going slowly, stopping partially inside, forcing your cervix to remain stretched around its form.

And then it slides the rest of the way in and your body closes around it. It shifts and turns and pushes at your walls, bulging your belly outward until it finds a comfortable position and settles down. And there it remains, your new little friend, content in the warm and dark, where it will feed off of your menstrual blood and continue to grow. How big? No one knows, but even if you were to change your mind, there is no way to get the creature out now. You and it are one, from now until it decides its ready for a new home. If it decides its ready for a new home. It may be content to stay with you forever.

[perfectlygloriouskitty]

willing victim

You’re a breeder for your pack, always carrying large litters. You have the ability to be bred multiple times in the same pregnancy. As each litter matures, you birth that brood while the rest stay in your full womb.

The pack alpha has complete instinctual control over your body and the offspring inside of you. Until now, that is a power that never impacted you. You are pregnant several times over, on the cusp of either birth or immobility, whichever comes first when the alpha decrees that the pack is in too much danger to risk new pups. You are not allowed to give birth.

The pups keep growing inside of you. They stretch you out and weigh you down. Quickly, you reach the point at which you can’t walk with a straight back. Instead, you waddle with both arms clutching at the underside of your overdue womb. You feel pressure in your pelvis but your body listens to your alpha and keeps your womb from dropping.

After some time, you lose the ability to walk at all. You have a rotating shift of attendants to help you get around. They’ll let you put your arm around their shoulders while they wrap muscular arms around your massive swell. Months into this, you are visited by your pack leader.

You’re on your bed, stroking your belly in a vain effort to calm the teeming of the now fully overdue sets of babies inside. You are also vainly attempting to stroke yourself to orgasm but are nearly in tears of frustration as you fail to reach.

Seeing your distress, your alpha comes inside and soothes your overstuffed womb. Even he can hardly reach halfway around. The pups calm at his command. He lowers his heads and suckles at you before dipping his head between your thighs to pleasure you.

Before long, you’ve come and come and come and are begging for more. Begging to give birth, begging for him to thrust himself inside you and fill you up even more. He rolls you onto your enormous belly, riling up the numerous offspring inside, as he kneels between your legs and spreads you open with his cock. You’re still gasping and grasping onto your womb as he begins fulfilling your request to fill you up.

You’re so incredibly pregnant that you can hardly move… but when his knot locks in place and his cum fills you up, ensuring that another litter will soon begin stretching you to colossal proportions… your tears are filled with arousal as much as shock.

Birth is still not allowed, but your mind has fractured a bit from being so full and bed bound that you let the other males start breeding you again too. You’re going to be the biggest breeder there ever was if the alpha doesn’t decide the pack is a safe place for new litters to be born soon. Either way, your womb will always be full.

[preggomancer]

quick lil mel. it definitely cropped both the jacket and that ""shirt"" itself

(they/she/it)

[cornviolaaa]

imagine having a dream that you were fucked by a dragon, then waking up like this. not knowing how long you're supposed to carry the egg for, or how long, or how it even ended up in your womb in the first place. hours turn to days turn to months, sometimes you desperately try and push hoping you can urge the egg into coming out, other days you just accept your fate. deep down knowing that you might be pregnant for years before nature finally decides you're ready... i wanna be her (im sorry i dont know the source, if i do find it i'll edit the post with a link!)

[weiner-does-preg]

Non canon concept where the military’s strongest soldiers are set to breed the next generation when they retire. (Ft. Older Beira) Select veterans strong bodies used continuously, swelling. They volunteer that their muscled figures become softer, chubbier, *rounder*.

[nightshadedumplings]

A cruel and selfish king becomes frustrated and angry when his wife has yet to produce an heir after an entire year of marriage. In secret, he pays a visit to a witch, demanding that she use her magic to help him get the heirs he believes he's owed.

"How many heirs would you like?" she asks.

"As many as the cow can produce!" he responds, and the witch smiles and nods. She gives him two potions, one for himself, and one for his wife. They're different in appearance and impossible to mix up, but he's still careful not to confuse them.

After drinking his and hiding his wife's in her drink, the two of them become insatiably horny, and begin fucking very regularly. He's pleased with this result, not only for the obvious reason of it being enjoyable, but because he's certain this means the potions are working.

Within three weeks, his belly is swollen, but the queen's remains flat. They continue to fuck at least once a day, if not several more times than that, but he's still the only one growing. After only two months, he looks obviously round with child, while his wife is still as thin as the day they married.

Eventually, it becomes clear that the witch fulfilled his request, but not how he'd intended. Each time he and his wife have sex, at least one additional baby begins growing in his new womb. He develops a birth canal and his chest swells into a proper pair of tits to feed the endless brood. When he isn't fucking, he's eating, rapidly packing on pounds and pounds of fat.

At merely six months, he's massive, so full and round with babies that he's completely immobilized. When he finally begins giving birth, he continues pumping out babies daily, and sometimes to multiple in a single day. The king's birthing becomes so regular that no one bats an eye when he begins groaning and wailing before a baby flops wetly to the floor between his legs and filling the room with its cries.