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Im Being Told We Need Tfpreg

[ID: a drawing of a woman looking very surprised at her very pregnant belly, which is pushing out of her clothes and straining the seams of her skirt. behind her is a counter with a coffee maker on it, labeled "tfpreg coffee."]

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my bestie leonnnn as encouraged by @printerkink

[ID: a drawing of a very tired-looking pregnant man sitting at a desk, struggling to reach past his belly to type. a woman stands beside him and places a hand on his belly, saying "When are you ever gonna go out on maternity leave, huh?"]

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WAITER WAITER MORE ANGELA PREG PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏

if you remove the fact that shes trans it just sounds like shel doesnt know what sex is

[ID: a drawing of two people. the first, scratching his head in confusion as he looks at the other's pregnant belly, says "how'd you do that?" to which the pregnant woman responds with a shrug.]

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the high waisted skirt + crop top look is all fun & games until The Bloat shows up

[ID: two drawings of a woman wearing a cropped sweater and a high waisted skirt, the sweater riding up to expose her bloated tummy. in the first she's leaning forward against a wall and holding her belly, and in the second she's just standing there, her sweater ridden up much further now that she's upright.]

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teenytiny silly little dane thing since hes one of my few ocs whos actually into being stuffed

[post-stuffing liquid bloat, a lot of burst teasy language]

"You're not really serious," Giuliana said incredulously.

"Sure I am," said Dane.

"You just ate your weight in pancakes," Angela exclaimed. "You're gonna pop if you drink all that!"

"I am not. Look." Before anybody could stop him, Dane brought the quart of milk to his mouth and tipped it back. His belly, already bulging after a large breakfast, let out an uncomfortable rumble as it began to fill with the heavy liquid. Giuliana and Angela watched in bewilderment as he gulped steadily, the milk slowly emptying down his throat, his tummy pushing out further and further with each loud swallow. Angela watched her tiny girlfriend's belly swell for a moment, then looked at Giuliana.

"Should we stop him?"

"Nah. He can make himself sick if he wants to."

"He looks like he's gonna burst. How the hell is he still going?"

Dane's belly groaned and rumbled unsteadily as it filled with milk and all the air he was swallowing in the process. It was impressively distended now, sticking out far from his small frame, sides bulging hard like a goat's. The skin stretching across his ballooning midsection looked drum-tight, even his belly button pulled taut, and his belly seemed to tremble uneasily with each heavy gulp. Nervously, Angela held a hand over her own tummy.

"My stomach hurts just looking at him," she said.

Dane moaned softly as he drank, brow furrowed with discomfort, holding his belly with his free hand. It wasn't swelling anymore; there was no more space to expand. Now it was only growing tighter, pressure building up inside him as he forced down the last of the milk. His belly looked unbelievably strained. It twitched with each short breath as he drank, too distended to expand. Still, he was determined to finish, and, leaning back slightly, he downed the last few gulps.

Ordinarily, Dane would have patted his belly triumphantly following such a feat, but the best he could manage now was to rest a cautious hand against it. It sloshed and groaned like an overfilled tank just waiting to burst. He breathed carefully, feeling like his stomach might split open if he inhaled too deeply. Giuliana and Angela stared in astonishment, nervously eyeing his dangerously bloated belly.

"Are you alright?" Giuliana asked finally. Dane nodded uncertainly.

"Are you gonna explode?" asked Angela. Dane didn't answer. He thought he might. His belly was straining to hold itself together around his bulging insides, and his stomach was straining even harder to hold itself together around the milk and the big stack of pancakes he'd eaten just prior. Suddenly, a loud gurgle bubbled up inside him, and before he knew it was coming, an enormous burp erupted from him. His belly deflated visibly, though still alarmingly swollen. He blinked, surprised, and Angela broke out into laughter.

"Christ," sighed Giuliana, shaking her head. "Where did I ever get you two?"

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9 for Morty?

sorry this is a little Hastily Written but i wanted to ride the writing mood while it was still there😭😭😭

[stuffing]

Morty leaned back in his seat, tugging at the waist of his pants. He'd been out on the boardwalk all day with Angela, the two friends periodically stopping for snacks, and while Angela's appetite was still going strong, Morty felt stuffed three stops ago. They were sitting at a rickety little table on an offshoot of the walk beside a restaurant now, sharing a basket of fries. Knowing Angela's love of boardwalk snacks, Morty had dressed comfortably that morning, but not even that foresight could save him now. He had an ice cream cone, a couple of fried Oreos, a wad of cotton candy, some funnel cake, half a bucket of caramel corn, and now a good amount of fries packed into his small stomach, and his once-forgiving outfit had lost its sympathy. The waist of his stretchiest pants hugged his distended tummy tightly, and his loose, baggy shirt could no longer hide the curve pushing out against it.

Angela finished off the fries; Morty gave up trying to eat his share. He doubted it would be their last snack, and he'd need all the space he could scrounge up if he was going to fit anything else. Not that there was any space left--his belly felt tight as a drum, and he was certain it must have been stuffed to its limit by now. He forced up a small burp and inched the waist of his pants a little lower.

"Don't let me forget, we have to hit Mack & Manco's before we leave," said Angela, tossing her napkin into the empty basket. Morty held back a groan. He couldn't imagine how she was still hungry. Of course, she was bigger than him, but surely she wasn't a bottomless pit. Maybe she just has an insane metabolism, he thought, holding his bulging tummy as he hauled himself out of the splintery chair.

He trudged along slowly as they walked, hoping to slow her down a little and put as much time as possible between them and the pizza place. Ordinarily, the thought of the hot pizza would have made Morty's mouth water, and even now on a fuller-than-full stomach it still sounded enticing. He didn't think he had room for a single piece of saltwater taffy, though, let alone an entire slice of pizza. He rested a hand on his belly. It jutted out comically beneath his ribs, his now-snug pants pushing the taut bulge upwards. He wanted nothing more than to go home and tear them off, sprawl out in bed, and sleep off all the junk he'd eaten.

Inevitably, after about fifteen minutes of roaming and window shopping and watching the waves down on the beach, they reached their next stop. The one saving grace was that it would be their last one as well; the sun was beginning to creep down in the sky, and neither of them liked driving home in the dark. They ordered a slice and a soda each. The sodas came quickly and Morty sipped his carefully, hoping it might magically perk his appetite up a little, or at least offer a refreshing break from all the greasy, heavy snacks he'd eaten.

It was only a few minutes before the waitress returned with two large, melty slices of pizza, the cheese already beginning to fuse with the paper plates. In spite of his uncomfortably full stomach, Morty had to admit they smelled pretty good. He clung to that thought as he took his first bite and ate slowly, sipping his soda between bites, trying to pace himself and stave off the raging bellyache he knew was coming on.

Five minutes ago, he didn't think it was possible to feel more stuffed than he already did, but the pizza was proving him wrong, and the soda bubbling up inside him wasn't helping. The button of his pants was digging into his belly now, but he couldn't inch them any lower. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He set his half-eaten slice back on the plate.

"I can't eat any more," he groaned, wiping his hands off on a napkin and resting them atop his round belly. "You want the rest?"

"What, you're full after half a slice of pizza?" she teased. He looked incredulously at her, and she laughed, giving his tummy a playful pat. "I was wondering how long it'd take for you to tap out. I can't believe how much you fit in there!"

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more prangent leon 4 u hes got some good friends in his corner

[ID: a doodle of a pregnant guy looking nervous as his two friends comfort him, a woman touching his belly and a man touching his shoulders.]

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ik i said i was only doing shitty little doodles today but i had a dream about angela last night so i had 2 draw her again

[ID: a drawing of a woman standing with her sweater pushed up to reveal her round belly, with a disembodied hand poking her belly.]