#stacking preg

[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.

[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.

[otter-pup]

you’ve been fucking me for so long by now that ive lost track of the time. I know it’s dark outside now, but that’s all ive got. that, and the growing number of rapidly gestating babies inside me.

“fuck, so good for me… such a good incubator, taking my babies so well… god, fuck, im gonna cum again, gonna knock you up again…”

I groan as you do just that, eyes rolling back in my head as I feel you spill inside me, your seed seeping into my womb and quickly finding another egg to fertilize. the babies already inside me squirm as another sibling joins them, growing to catch up, forcing them to make space.

my body rises as my belly grows beneath me. you had to move me off the bed a while ago to be able to reach my cunt comfortably, and my legs have long been left hanging in the air, supported by the curve of my lower belly. im starting to wonder if you’ll be unable to reach before you can sate your need.

im starting to wonder if you even can sate either of our needs before I get too big for it.

[itsmoving]

weird question but what’s your thoughts on perma preg (permanent pregnancy), or perma preg mixed with hyper preg

not a weird question at all anon!! i much prefer simply longer-term preg over literally permanent but!! faints. cant trust anyone with the knowledge that im down atrocious hyper.

okay okay okay absolute amazing scenario i think about A LOT actually involves stacking preg with hyper specifically!

essentially the idea that someone is stuck getting knocked up over and over and over again, and because they keep getting more kids pumped into them they dont have a chance to go into labour, simply keep growing.

tbh, love it even more if its a choice to keep doing it on part of the impregnated individual rather than the breeder- they're just so addicted to growing that they can't help but beg and whine to be filled with more until their donor gives in to their cravings... insane shit.

[constantnbpreg]

Aw I’m so so sorry you had such a stressful day! I hope it cheers you up to know that you and all these anons got me HOOKED on that unnamed college boy!!! I need him bigger immediately! Like he’s just so desperate to round out that cute little four month bump he’s been carrying around since his first month into the semester, so desperate at the club he got himself knocked up within the first few weeks of his first semester. It should be terrifying but it’s not. He found out almost immediately that he LOVES to feel the weight of his belly, knowing what’s inside. He was even more excited the night he hooked up with an upperclassman, some varsity rower whose strong arms picked him up and effortlessly slammed him on the kitchen countertop, whose strong hands gripped his waist, his thighs, thumb stroking over the soft swell of his stomach as it grew just ever so slightly bigger when the rower finished inside him

It had kind of scared him at first, but then he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He couldn’t stop remembering the way the weight suddenly pressed down on his hips, how his stomach filled out just ever so slightly underneath the rower’s thumb, just subtle enough to go unnoticed during all the movement. His back had bent more, pulling forward to support this new added weight. And when he walked home that night he couldn’t stop his hands from dancing over his belly through his shirt, swearing it was just slightly bigger. When it was confirmed during the ultrasound a week later he spent the next month thinking, scheming, plotting. He buys himself a few third trimester maternity clothes, telling himself he’ll grow into them in the next few months. Then he buys a few more, stretchier, just in case. He sees them every day in his closet and his hands flutter over his swelling stomach and he thinks they could fit now, and that’s it

He waits until winter break, to at least be somewhat responsible. His roommate is gone, most of his classmates are gone, so he goes out to experiment. At first he promises himself just one, just one more, he just wants that cute round belly now and he doesn’t want to wait another few months for the twins to round him out! One more won’t hurt! But it’s all over when he’s on his hands and knees and feels a third baby beginning to stretch him out. Like this he can really feel his back arch in more, his belly hanging off of him, and when he pulls his shirt back on in the moments after it’s tighter, pulling at the sides of his belly and oh god like this he can finally put his hands on the underside of it and that’s how he knows it’s all over for him

Wonder how his roommate and all his friends will react when they come home from winter break to find him so big he has to press two hands into the small of his back for support as he waddles around, his belly swaying with each step, so pregnant that even at five months his stomach wobbles and shifts on its own just from how many are in there. Good thing he bought those stretchier maternity clothes

i want you to know sweet anon, i did in fact read this yesterday before i went to sleep and oh my gooooodddd

he’s just so impatient. he never knew just how perfect it feels to become so fucking round, to feel the weight of his growing offspring sit so heavily on his quickly widening hips. this strange ability like the perfect cheat code to something he never knew he desperately wanted and needed until he saw his tummy first develop that sweet little bump!!!

it’s not a sweet little bump anymore, and when he’s grinning and moaning as he strokes the side of his huge swollen middle, his friends will gawk and inform him that he IS going to get bigger that he shouldn’t have rushed into it!!! what is going to happen in a month or when he’s full term? and he’s pressing his thicken thighs together because the thought of getting even bigger doesn’t terrify him like his friends think it will, no it makes him so fucking horny

maybe his brood need a couple more siblings afterall…

[nightshadedumplings]

Svanhildre riding someone's dick, her kicky, overstuffed belly nearly crushing them the entire time. They don't mind, even when they cum right into her womb and she swells even bigger.

[constantnbpreg]

College Boy looking himself over in the mirror, belly jutting out of frame. Contemplating his size, his fingers drum against the taut sphere, which hasn't yet dropped. "I can probably squeeze in a few more..."

truly spoiling me tonight and this slutty little (well not so little anymore) College Boy.

he’s only five months along, halfway through this pregnancy but he’s measuring so much bigger. the bump that’s completely ruined and dominates his figure completely out in the open because his crop tops can’t cover it’s wide expanse. short shorts completely unbutton and fly down as there’s no hope for getting it done up

he drums his fingers before rubbing its delicious curve, humming.

“I can probably squeeze a few more…” He looks so good this round anyway, a few more wouldn’t hurt at all. Not even thinking how these babies already in his womb are only going to keep and keep getting bigger and therefore making him more gravid. No no he wants to add more to his brood. That thought in mind, he’s cupping the bottom curve, thumb grazing against his sensitive stretch marked skin as he hits up another potential hookup.

maybe he could fit more than just a few~

[constantnbpreg]

Do you have a favourite sort of stacked preg kink~? Maybe each one grows at its own rate~ Maybe the later ones grow quickly to catch the earlier ones~? Or maybe the pregnancy birth doesn't start until the youngest one is at the the right age~?

i like stacked pregnancies a loooot but i definitely prefer the first two compared to the last one for different reasons

when babies that are added quickly catch up to the older ones, it adds that element of rapid pregnancy i go wild for. especially if it’s after the person gets bred so their belly just expands so quickly out in public, they’re groaning at their mistake of getting knocked up with more. and the longer their pregnancy progresses, the more intense those rapid growths will be

when babies are bred at different points and each go through their own nine months of growth, i like the fact that the carrier doesn’t get a break from being pregnant. nope, their hedonism gets the best of them no matter how much they try not to get another baby (or babies) in their womb and just prolong their pregnancy. they give birth to their first but it barely makes a difference when they got a baby at each month of development still in them.

the third one isn’t much my style at all. i don’t particularly like people going past that like two weeks overdue state much unless it’s like an elf who’s gestation is longer