filled to the brim

Just a blog to stash the occasional inspirational post for the pregnancy themed stories I like to write. Which are drafts atm. I love me some aliens, ovipositions, weird shit, bit of gore, some scat here and there, non-con, mindbreak, the usual nasty shit that gets me off. Chat me up if you want but no rp. 18+ only, no minors on this blog please.

[everything-gross]

Jesus where are u

[shhhsecretsideblog]

@aboygottapush said to stop pushing so I could deliver in my bedroom. I tried to move, but baby was so fucking low…

[schpog-preg]

And another request from the pregnant drawing meme, this time Inuyasha in 3-R. Seems like he won’t be the only one having birthday today.

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[distended-domes]

You walked in on him in a little predicament. What do you do?

[mouth-rot]

#artist? #MONSTERSHOLDINGBITCHES #MHB Submitted by @lucifux

[karis-the-feral-sideblog]

This looks a lot like the work of Milo Manara

[thepregkeeper]

“R-Really?! Seriously?! Right n-noo-oooowwww?!”

The end of my ‘now’ extended into a quieted howl as I stumbled against the wall. Scrabbling at the painted brick, I tried to keep myself upright as the contraction intensified. I could feel the head of the brat that had butchered my body moving down my pussy, pushing my walls apart and threatening to split my lips open, pants or no pants. I let out a shuddering moan as I tried to reach for my waistband, feeling myself start to bulge all too fast.

I snapped my hand back as the contraction tapered away, the bulge in my crotch receding as the head stopped moving down. Fuck, not here. Anywhere but here. I glanced up, trying to look for somewhere to escape to. Nowhere presented itself. I whined as I felt a squirm inside my cunt. I had to keep moving then. I couldn’t give birth in the middle of the hallway.

Only a few minutes later I was struggling to keep myself standing upright as my womanhood began to open around the head traveling down. I tried my best not to push with the contraction, knowing that if the head slipped too far out I’d be immobilized. But I couldn’t stop myself. Hours of sitting in class, enduring an agonizing labor, resisting the urge to push as my cervix opened and my waters flooded out. I had no strength left to keep myself from pushing.

I didn’t even realize I was pushing until after the contraction, where I gasped a little too loudly and relaxed. I whimpered, cursed, and looked down at my spread legs. Stupid. So stupid. I didn’t want to reach down there, already feeling my pussy bulging out into my pants with my brat. Fuck. Fuck, I had to get my pants off, now.

I sucked down air as both hands flew for my waistline yet again, fumbling all the way. I could feel myself start to tense again, and I gasped as a contraction seized my womb and forced me to push. I barely had any time to react, much less recover from the previous contraction. I bore down into my pants without a thought for my situation. My head completely blanked as I gave in to my maternal urges, wiping away all thought. I couldn’t think, I could only push.

Before I knew it, I was on my knees, panting hard as I pulled my pants down. It took a moment, put I yanked the waist of the school-issued slacks to my knees, the head now free to exit me. I let out a groan, cupping my red-hot swell as a head slowly slid into my panties. I had barely even noticed I was crowning. The head was slow emerging into my underwear, but I barely felt the burn. I guess I sort of turned off my consciousness when it got too painful, because before I knew it there was an entire head wedged between my legs. Fuck.

I was gasping for breath as the contraction faded away, leaving my entire body shaking. The first thing I did was swear, then reach a shaky hand to tug my panties away from the head of my brat. I could feel it shifting against my thighs. I almost threw up. Fuck, there was a baby coming out of me. I slowly leaned against the cool wall, still on my knees. Letting out a few rattly sobs, I tried to open my legs a little bit more. My pants were still stuck above my knees, and I knew there was going to be no moving from here, so I just sat and sobbed until the next contraction.

I bore down hard again, my only desire now to get this curse of a baby out of me. I could deal with it and my exposed state once I did. It slowly emerged, but at the same time it was fast. I could feel the shoulders spreading me apart, which made me yelp in pain as they passed. Then it was a slow slide out of my swollen pussy and into my pants, along with a gush of my leftover waters. I stared down at myself, my swollen stomach no longer so swollen. Sure, my navel still stuck outward, and there was definitely a more then noticeable swell, but it was obvious I was no longer full of baby.

I was able to push my hips back slightly and peek over my belly, down into my pants. There it sat squirming, the little brat that had tormented my life for the past ten and a half months. As I watched it squirm and begin to cry between my knees, something began to come over me. I knew it was my instincts overriding my common sense, but I wanted to take care of it. To nurse it and help it grow. To teach it to not be like it’s momma, who delivered in the middle of-

The bell made my head snap up, my heart suddenly racing. Oh fuck. I had taken too much time. I glanced down at my baby one last time, muttering to it:

“Why couldn’t you have waited until after school..?”

[gimme-dat-belly]

A Short Read (Combo)

Brianna leans back into her chair, turning a page of her book, though she hadn’t been absorbing a single word of it. It was a relatively quite Saturday morning in the library and the few people present busied themselves among the shelves and study cubicles. No one was wise to her antics in the isolated corner of the library.

The desk and her sweatshirt hid her constantly seizing bump from their and others' sight. Her thighs were damp with her waters and her jeans bulged at the crotch with a head. She should’ve headed for the hospital this morning. Yesterday, even.

But where was the fun in that?

The only way anyone would be able to tell anything was the slight bit of sweat on her brow and the bright red blush on her cheeks. Small moans escaped her lips as the bulge of her sex pushed her tight jeans outward. It felt so big in her narrow hips, so very big. She knew from the start it would be a tight fit, but she had no idea it would feel so orgasmic. The fullness was one thing, but the pressure peaking with every contraction made her want to shriek.

Shifting in her seat, she carefully exhaled through her nose. The hand not occupied with her reading ruse was resting gently atop her swollen belly, her thumb rubbing soothing circles over it through the thin sweater covering her bump. She could feel the baby shifting restlessly in there. She was glad the desk hid her hips grinding slightly against her seat as if she was riding a firm cock.

Brianna hadn't once pushed since the moment her water broke. She depended on her body to move her big baby through her. Every page turned, was another moment she felt her pussy contract around her child.

"Just be patient...let mommy have her fun..." she cooed softly, her eyes lit up with excitement as she felt it — another contraction. They were nearly one after the other now, each one bringing another small gush of fluid and another urge to push. By now it was getting hard to resist the need to push.

Brianna bit her lower lip as the crowning head struggled to emerge against her jeans. She was close. The throb of pleasure pulsed over everything else. Her common sense that told her to leave the library hours ago was beaten down and the pain she was supposed to be feeling was chained by her desires. She continued to pretend-read her book, desperately holding in the truth of her state.

Another strong contraction took her. She clutched the pages of her book. It was more intense than the others. It brought her baby further, spreading her pussy to the widest it had ever been. Brianna's eyes watered and her face scrunched as the euphoric feeling of the crown brought her to the edge of orgasm. Her stomach twisted and her toes curled. The seam of her soaked pants strained and her pussy begged for release.

She readjusted in her seat, thighs spread wide and perfectly cradling her low belly. When the next contraction came, she finally allowed herself to push, just a little bit. She bit her knuckle to keep silent as she felt her baby inch steadily along, stopping as soon as the contraction let up.

The pressure in her vagina felt incredible, and it took all her self-control not to touch herself. She breathed deeply and evenly, bracing herself for another contraction. Again she only half pushed, but even that little bit eased things along quite a bit. The softest of whimpers escaped her as she felt herself beginning to crown in her pants, right here where anyone could see if they looked at her for long enough.

She put one hand on her stomach and rubbed her sensitive belly button. Brianna just needed a little extra, she couldn’t bear edging herself like this anymore.

"C'mon, just a bit more…just a..ah, ah!" Brianna whispered as she came hard. Her thighs shook beneath the desk and her baby was pushed further into her soggy pants.

The contraction and pressure persisted as long as the orgasm did. Her swollen belly contorted beneath her hoodie. Brianna's eyes rolled back as the pleasure consumed her. Everything further pushed the baby into her pants until it fully settled into the crotch of them.

No more than a second after the skin of her legs met her childs, the baby let out a sonorous wail.

Everyone in the library turned towards Brianna, only to see her face still etched with ecstasy and the waters of her birth clearly dripping from her chair to the floor.

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This is a combination of 2 stories by @birthedstars (story) and @pumpkinbirth (story), put together by anon gym.

The combo got rejected by @imagineyourepregnant, and gym, who is my friend, has been nagging me to help them with this. So here goes.

[terrifyinglypregnant]

[easybirth22]

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Since the last one wouldn't play anymore, here it is again!

[easybirth22]

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My audio record of unexpectedly giving birth at a hotel. Enjoy!

[digglesquiggle]

The emotion conveyed here was immaculate, better acting than the entirety of rings of power

[enullarts]

Idk

[specshroom]

Some rather unlucky investments have landed you in a tad of debt. However, you have know of a way to get out of it that requires very little work on your part.

The "Pussy Portal" company are always hiring after all.

All you have to do is have a portal directly connected to your pussy that any paying customer can use at any time. What could go wrong?

Just realized u didn't actually say it had to be monsterfucking specifically but I made it that anyway lmao.

At least you thought it was going to be very little work on your part.

But now you're not so sure as you sit on the train ride home trying to act like there isn't a monster cock reaching deep in your cunt.

You curse yourself for not reading the terms and conditions of the contract properly. You thought they were just being hyperbolic when they said "Prime Pussy Anywhere, Anytime!" Surely they would have down times right?

No. There are no down times unless you call in a sick day of which you only have few. You shoulda known that pay was too good to be true.

At least whoever's using your portal seems to only be cockwarming themselves for the time being, although that could change at any moment. Every jerk of the train makes you tense up as you try and act as nonchalant as possible. The cock sits so snug and warm inside you, it twitches every time you tense around it.

On the customer app your portal is advertised as specifically "Human pussy" so you like imagining the kinds of monsters who would pick that out specifically. You haven't figured out what monster this one might be, it's rather thick and hot with a very generous amount of precum.

When you get to your stop the train jerks more than you expected and you have to subtly cover your mouth and grab the railing to avoid making a sound. Your customer definitely felt you clench down in panic as their cock jumps in excitement.

They start grinding down slowly on the portal, their cock thrusting shallowly. You speed walk straight for the train station bathrooms and lock yourself inside a stall. Close call but you made it and just in time for their shallow thrusts to turn into full pumps into your slick pussy.

You lean your back on the wall of the stall as your cunt is now being thoroughly pounded by this stranger. You have to crouch to your knees as your orgasm builds up, rubbing your clit with one hand while the other covers your mouth.

Just as you're about to tip over the edge you feel something bigger at the base of the shaft bump against your pussy with each hard thrust. You gasp in realization but it's too late as the monster thrusts their knot past your entrance and you cum hard with a silent scream, spasming and shaking against the bathroom stall.

Their cum fills you to the brim, kept inside by their inflamed knot. They don't stop cumming for several minutes but when they do it takes you several more to compose yourself enough to step out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.

You make the slow and embarrassing walk home while the monster's knot sits snuggly inside your pussy, keeping all that warm cum inside you.

The knot inside you doesn't deflate fully until you're already home and making dinner. You have to grip the counter, shivering slightly as your customer pulls out and goes on with their day having been properly satisfied. The thought makes you feel a strange sense of pride. Just then your phone beeps with a notification from the Portal companies app.

The customer left a tip!

How nice! They also left a review on your page,

"10/10. Best stress relief. Would fuck again."

[zesty-alt]

Maybe I *am* into cock birth if it's eggs...keep thinking of myself on all fours, belly hanging, my cock inhumanly swollen, while someone behind me strokes and squeezes the eggs along my shaft and out through my dick hole, like they're milking me.

Or I'm seated in their lap; one of their hands gently pushing against my belly - more roughly as my stomach deflates and the eggs come out slower - while the other works my dick, like they're jerking me off, roughly forcing the eggs out of me; my mutated dick can still just barely squeeze them out, the stretch of them as painful and burning as it is pleasurable, made all the more agonizing by my partner's rough handling.

Maybe I can't even orgasm from it; hopelessly aroused, constantly at the edge, always thinking this is it whenever an egg squeezes out... but it never comes. I sit there whining and frustrated, receiving no shortage of stimulation, but unable to get anywhere so long as the eggs are coming.

Maybe when the last one pops out I can finally let loose; a huge torrent of cum, meant to fertilize all the eggs I've just laid, pulses and pulses through my cock for minutes. Drenched in a pool of my cum, I fall over utterly exhausted and sore, completely empty and finally relieved.

That is, until the next time my belly swells with another clutch.

[demigirlpregposting]

You've just ended your shift earlier, as contractions have been hitting you all evening. Your bump dropped noticeably down. In the middle of a tram ride home you suddenly feel your mucus plug coming off. You think you can still hold off with laying your clutch but you quickly realise that unlike normal births, you won't have to dialate as much. Great, now on top of your body's liquids already leaking into your pants, you also have to deal with the eggs already entering your birth canal. You Try desperately to not let any out, purposefully blocking your opening with the chair you're sitting on. Hoping no one sees your struggle. There's the first one, another contraction washes over, you feel another one squeezing through your cervix. You desperately count the stations it takes for you to get home, rubbing your belly as you try not to push, yet your body seems to get the better of you. They're starting to descend lower slowly starting to stretch your pussy, making place for the rest to come. Soon you stop counting how many of them are crowding your birth canal.

The time comes, you need to stand up with your slime soaked pants and a clutch just waiting to escape your body. You do so carefully as to not let any out yet but gravity does it's thing, when you tense your body to stop, you feel the first egg crowning, feeling it stretching you makes you since in pain. You waddle to the exit holding your contracting belly, as a realisation hits, getting to your flat will be the hardest thing ever.

Your instincts are telling you to bear down and push, right here and there, but you're trying to hold it off. Through the soaked clothes you try and push it back, but there's just not enough space inside. You start walking faster, knowing you can't hold on for much longer. For a second you feel the uncomfortable feeling of crowning go, but that's when you realise there's now an egg lodged in your panties. As you walk you feel it massaging your cunt, slowly giving you a semblance of pleasure in the pain of fighting your birthing body. You feel more fluids gushing out of you, another one starts to make its way out of the crowded birth canal, people seem concerned with your pain, looking at your gravid form.

You feel more pressure building up in you, praying for the elevator to move faster. You rush into your apartment, slamming the door behind you. Before you can calmly take your clothes off, you give in to the urge to squat down and push. A long scream escaped your lips, your body just expelled three eggs at once. You can't even continue dressing down, as you push again and again, each time gushing out even more of your brood. Finally, it's over. You look down at your clutch and a freshly ruined pair of jeans, still shocked about it, now just waiting for the hatch date.

[egged-bound]

Bathroom Eggs

I groggily flip on the bathroom light blinking to adjust to it, i have no idea what time it is but am determined to get a glass a water.

My stomach aches slightly as I stand at the sink drinking my water before suddenly a sharp pain runs through me making me grab for the edge of the sink.

“Fuck what’s wrong with me.” I mumble rubbing my stomach softly.

Just as I sit my cup down another cramp hits me doubling me over with a hiss of pain. I lean my forearms on the counter binding my face in them as I huff with pain.

The pain fades and is replaced with a awful swelling feeling in my stomach. I reach down only to feel my stomach distending out steadily. It widens my legs and I snap my eyes down to stare at my stomach which suddenly is bulging like I’m 9 months pregnant.

“What? Oh my god what’s going onnn-“ I break into a cry of pain as I feel a suddenly pressure pushing downward in my hips. I rock the unconsciously now gripping the countertop my head thrown back as I rock through another contraction.

It isn’t long before the pressure pops further down making me have a awful urge to push. I half squat still gripping the counter and bear down with all I can pushing up into my toes. I feel whatever it is rapidly moving downward it feels huge in my hole and it hasn’t even reached the entrance.

I’m sobbing out with every push as it inches close to my entrance, my legs wide for whatever’s incoming.

With another hard push I scream out as I feel whatever it is start to spred me open. I clamp my legs shut at the pain shoving whatever’s there back up momentarily.

“Noo!! Urhgggg-“ i fight it bulging back and forth until I’m exhausted and shaking my legs barley holding me up. It feels like it’s never going to come out, that I’ll be stuck with this bowling ball tearing me apart forever. I push again and it finally breaches and jumps to crown making me collapse onto my hands and knees. I scramble to reach back to my hole and feel something huge and smooth stretching it obscenely. It burns like I’m being split apart and the right seal around the object keeps it from moving as I grab at it trying to pull it out.

“Please! Fuckkk- someone urghhh- anybody please!!” I sob into the air all to knowing that I’m alone in this. I pull myself up onto my knees and with a last hard push feel the object fall out of me with a clack on the cold floor.

I gasp for breath and roll the massive egg between my hands just as another contraction hits me and I feel a sickening weight settle into my hips again.

[broodcore]

dw i have other controversial nitpicks too like 'i think its kind of fucked up that ppl's personal home birth vids keep circulating as fetish content' and 'there's an overall disregard for the fact that pregnancy and birth is a Real Thing that people - even men - go through and it's absolutely not sexual for them and that should be respected before your kink is respected Every Time'

[fuccbou]

[muchelbirthenstein]

One of my absolute favorite pictures from this artist, hands down, bar none. Just, the implication she'd been fighting it so long. Not wanting to push, not wanting to have this baby. Feeling her body bear down without her, forcing it through her birth canal...

Maybe, at the very end, she clung to this washer, all alone in her house, not realizing that the unwanted baby she'd spent the last nine months growing was about to be born into her panties and shorts in the next minute or so. The need to push was just too strong and she was too exhausted to fight it anymore. She gave in, "just for a second or two, just to make the urge ease off" she told herself, bargaining with herself to pretend it wasn't exactly what it was. Succumbing. Accepting that it was time to birth this burden.

Instantly feeling herself bulge... Screaming as her lips quickly spread *Oh fuck it's not-???* In her mind as she opened wider, wider, then the head slid free, in a burst of fluids. *The head, that was the fucking head of God I can't!!!* As she raised onto tip-toes, arched her back, tucking her chin to her chest as she pushes with every fiber of her being. It rotated, the shoulders straining at her opening, one popping free, then the other... More fluid pouring from her as the whole thing slid into her ruined clothes...

And now she's just left here. Covered in sweat and amniotic fluid. Struggling to calm herself, to breathe, talking to herself out loud for some kind of reassurance, trying to process that it really just happened, her accident just slid right out of her in the laundry room... What even just happened? What does this mean? What is she supposed to do now? It's not fair, she didn't want this! Not wanting to see it, to touch it, even as it wriggles between her legs...