#pickledpet

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The stuff you're reblogging makes me want to breed you so bad...😵‍💫 breed you then help you give birth.

Or better yet, breed each other and help each other give birth. Can you imagine being on your back trying to get your huge baby to move past a full crown while I'm between your legs, stretching you and pressing against your taint with one hand so you don't tear while with the other I feel for the bulge between my legs grow larger as my baby is about to start crowning too... 😖💕

Oh please that’d be perfect 🤤 both of us swelling with life, overdue to the point that the skin around our bellies are taut, while between our legs it’s hot and swollen.

I can only imagine the sounds that we both make as we fall into active labor, both moaning loudly as our bellies contract, pushing down our offspring.

I’d push down so desperately against your hand that you hold to my opening, aching for some kind of feeling besides the immense burning strain of my lips around the head of the baby. You’re not far behind me in birthing progress and I can tell just from the look on your face alone.

I try my best to meet the tips of your fingers that rim my opening with my own—an extra cushion to push against but also the closest I could get to offering you any physical support, my belly a swollen mound that I could barely get around.

We both push together, the sound of our moans and fluids gushing from our aching cunts is loud, though I couldn’t be bothered to care

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Since my asks were glitching:

@pickledpet :

“I hope you're getting worked up, this would be unimaginably hot...😵‍💫

I'd feel so guilty cause I'd want to help you give birth but I wouldn't be able to stop myself from constantly complimenting your huge belly and I could only tear my eyes away from your labouring cunt to stare at your shirt that has become see-through due to your breasts leaking so much.

I'd keep finding excuses to stroke your belly, touch your nipples and "help you stretch" around the baby's head. I would hardly be able to keep my composure watching you like that, my cunt would be so fucking wet...💕💕😖

I'd secretly hope you have another baby tucked in the back of your distended womb, waiting to dip down your cervix and fill your birthcanal. 😵‍💫”

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Ughhhhhh absolutely please 😩

And I can just imagine, as you lift the newborn out from out between my legs, forcing me to start to finally process the meaning of the events that had just transpired I let out a wail as I am wracked with another large and agonizing contraction, the sensation of something opening me from the inside once again causing me to scream that there’s something else inside me, the thought of twins far from my mind.

You cradle my first born in one arm and press your hand of your other against my opening as it flutters between the final contractions before the head begins to press against me from the inside. You tell me I could be having twins and to give a nice big push like I had before. I bear down, refusing to believe your words.

I push and push but make little headway other than the burst of amniotic fluid that comes spilling out of mg my sore and swollen cunt that keeps gaping open fruitlessly with every push. I’m drained and sensitive beyond all belief from the first birth, and somehow this second one feels larger, determined to make me accept that I am pregnant, and the only way to make it so I wasn’t was to scream this larger one out

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The idea of a surprise twin is the hottest thing ever...💕

You've just pushed out a baby and you think you've only got the placenta left to birth but then you feel another unmistakable weight squeeze through your cervix and you know that before long your cunt will have to stretch to its limits again as you're sobbing and weakly rolling your hips, doing anything and everything to push the second baby out even though you're completely drained and a sliver of scalp is barely visible behind your nearly shut folds. 😵‍💫

YES you get it 😫😫