When most couples try for a baby, they either plan for it or let it surprise them. Not your husband, he has a rather unique approach. You'll get his gifts, either waiting for you on the bed or at the door, sometimes he even gives them in person. And the gift he gives everytime? A brand new maternity dress, meant for you to fill out in nine months. You have a large collection of dresses, and it's only going to grow, just like you.
His gift-giving tendencies were sweet when we dated. It warmed my heart to know that he was thinking of me even whilst out with friends or at work or simply just browsing the internet. There was a pattern to these gifts though: the more sentimental they were, the more he’d been thinking about it.
The first maternity dress he’d gifted me was left on our bed. It was a sweet, button-up dress in red and patterned with white and black flowers. I hadn’t even realised that it was a maternity dress at first until I wore it, intending to show myself off with his gift. The middle was very loose. The hips were very generous too. The longer I looked at myself in the mirror, the more I found myself confused.
I remember my husband finding me in our bedroom, trying to fix and flatten the dress in a way that just wasn’t possible with my frame. There was a dangerous glint in his eye as our gazes met in the mirror.
“I’m sorry, baby… I think it’s too big,” My voice was a little mournful. It was such a beautiful present too.
“Oh, it’s meant to be,” Was his reply. His arms wrapped around me, rubbing over my stomach, to my hips. It was a slow, teasing touch that only served to rule me up through my confusion, “It’s a maternity dress.”
…I think we spent hours that night thinking up baby names in between rounds of him pumping his seed deep into me or helping me cum over and over again with my hips high in the air.
That maternity dress fit wonderfully about six months later.
Now, my husband still gives me gifts. He gives little gifts for our children too. A little Lego set for our eldest and a new set of collectible cards for our middle. Our youngest is teething so my husband often gifts them with his fingers or his cheek whenever they get the chance to cuddle and play. He’ll give me flowers or just a simple tea from our kitchen from time to time. I like to gift him with kisses and massages, with time to himself occasionally or even his favourite snack when I manage to go food shopping.
The maternity dress gifts never stop, though. There’s a pattern. Our youngest goes to nursery, the elder ones to school and suddenly there’s another dress waiting to be filled and used. My husband loves the way I fill out the dresses bigger every time. He’s insatiable. It’s cute.
Contains: Rapid pregnancy, masturbation, orgasmic birthing, and fluffy couple nonsense
Description: Years following the birth of her first child Ruby finds a spell to live through her birth fetish one more time. Will she be responsible and end the spell before things get out of hand? Or will she lose another lover that experiences her indulging in her greatest kink?
She took one more glance in the other room before she decided to go down. The course of the night had been constant surveillance into the other room. The second, third, and fourth times she peered, she saw her partner, Alf, leaned over her Weiss’, her son's bed with a picture book in his hands. She couldn’t help but smile, dealing with a toddler was exhausting work, and Alf was adamant about bearing as much responsibility as Ruby did.
Ruby hastily made her way down the steps in her cellar with a bag of goods in a large basket, haphazardly leaving the doors open. She figured she wouldn’t be long.
Every step echoe in ways that she had never realized before.
“Have I gained weight?” She asked herself. Her footsteps had grown louder and her nightgown was filled with even more body than the last time she had paid attention. Another insecurity was the last thing the poor woman needed.
She was average. In every sense of the word. Average height, average eyes, average bust, wit a body type that could be described as soft. The only things that weren’t typical of the young woman were features of herself she saw as actively detrimental.
Ruby was a divorcee and a mother. Gone was her purity and the intimacy of sharing her firsts with her new partner. Her body held onto the postpartum weight, but she had assumed that the youth of the very beginning of her second decade would make her body bounce back. The more she denied, the more it became clear to the young woman.
Ruby was used goods. She had already ruined every prospect of self respect in her future, and she had done it in record time. These thoughts had become reality in Ruby’s mind a long time ago. Meeting Alf was a feat of it itself, and the relationship that had been cultivated for Alf to accept Ruby and her young son was nothing short of a miracle. And for the future she wanted with him, she could do anything in her power to keep it.
The young woman clutched the spellbook to her chest tightly. The worn leather clung to her body and she felt its gold band through the clothing.
There was hope for her. The way that Alf acted around her son was exceptionally telling. He was every bit the father she wanted her children to have. If she could do it all again, Alf would have been Weiss’ father. She would do anything to maintain that future.
Inside of that leather bound grimoire were hundreds of tattered parchment pages. The musty paper flipped where she had left her bookmark, polluting the air with dust that may have laid dormant for centuries. She coughed and swatted the fumes as the book cracked open.
The handwriting is indicative to the font of generations long past. It’s content being in a dialect she could barely understand, but she finally landed on the elevator of the table of contents where Ruby’s fingers stopped on a dime.
‘Incubus Kiss’
The page below it was filled with the cryptic instruction of how to activate the spell. In her bag were household items, a sewing needle, an egg, exotic flowers and spices. As the ingredients were laid out together in a magical circle immediately all of the components hovered.
Wind formulated in the room. The gusts flew irregularly and erratic, it was as if thousands of faeries whizzed past her body. All of the materials swarmed around her with the winds of a miniature tornado picking up around her. Ruby was in its eye. The air twisted and blew her nightgown gently over her hips.
“W-woah!” Ruby blushed, instinctually holding her skirt above her body. Her underwear stayed in place. As if the winds were only interested in the exposed skin directly above the material, as soon as it flowed into her lower stomach the air dissipated.
The air was eerily still now, at the moment, she didn’t feel different. But now, she saw the cobblestone road beneath her, far clearer than the simple adaptation to her glasses. The light came from her.
Dulled from underneath her gown, Ruby lifted her skirt to find the source of the light hot pink tattoo flamed into existence against her clear skin, illuminating the dimly lit room. The crest wore directly above her crotch and towards her uterus that took the form of a heart with curved outlines suggestively tracing vague lines around her reproductive organs with a heart flared around her uterus and flames drawing sharp, pervasive lines of her fallopian tubes and ovaries.
Before she could stare too long a tingle diffused into her lower stomach
“Eek!” Ruby cried as an otherworldly force began to inflame deep inside of the young mother. Her hands flew to her mouth before her eyes slowly looked down at her tattoo.
The crest lit up the entire cellar as the magic worked at its full capacity. Warmth flooded her midsection, like hot tea being poured against her skin. Pressure filled the skin above her womb and a tingle on either side of her uterus filled her with every ounce of lust she felt during ovulation. The warmth surrounded her body as she felt the area between her legs getting hot.
“Hahh-” buzzed from her lips as she felt a compulsive pleasure claim her body. Her mind was invaded with flashbacks of her greatest sexual experiences like she was living through them again.
Her vision was a collage of Alf and the many positions. His tongue embedded between her legs while he ate her standing in a semi-public walkway, savoring every ounce of her. Her legs collapsed beneath her when the images of her getting on her hands and knees. She could feel his long cock spread her insides far enough to poke through her stomach. The upside down angle when he guided her chin to look up as he took her from behind.
Her chest heaved up and down as she flipped herself over. She drooled at the thought of the greatest sex she ever had in her life. She could stare as her imagination conjured the feeling of his large, slender body as he rutted into her hungrily. Every one of his thrusts sent ripples through her maternally shaped body. She felt the thumping over the entrance of her cervix, the opening to her uterus that quaked to be filled. Grunting like a woman possessed
“Mnnhh~!” Ruby moaned, remembering the night of passion. It was as if her pussy was contracting around Alf’s pistoning cock. Womb quivering, missionary sex. It was the feeling she had craved since she had gotten pregnant with her son.
Breeding.
“Annnhh~!” She failed to stifle a high pitched gasp. Her throaty growl into elation made her womb descend to accept the mysterious. The sudden sensations felt like the fluid was diffusing into her womb, uterus inflating with viscous fluids that clung to the walls of her uterus. The tattoo illuminated again, like a gas lamp was exposed to the crested area.
Vertigo claimed her entire body as if all of the symptoms of her first trimester washed over her in a moment. She could feel her stomach acid coming up as Ruby covered her mouth. As soon as she thought she could vomit the discomfort, nausea claimed her vision. The room spun around her, and the only thing Ruby could do was stare at her stomach as the loose fabric of her nightgown grazed her soft stomach.
“N-no way!” she thought to herself. She opened her legs to pull her gown taut. It was slight, but the subtle curve.Instantaneously it felt like the viscous fluids within her took solid form, inflating her and beginning to stretch the rigid walls of her uterus.
The tattoo lit up again. The aches and pains were all overcome by the intense tingling induced by the spell. “Auuuooohhh~” Ruby moaned as her stomach become distended slightly. Ruby felt her loose nightgown unable to reach her thighs
“Hah-hah-hah-!” Ruby panted as she felt the mass begin to push out her midsection. In a matter of milliseconds her nausea subsided but the sensations were immediately replaced with intense arousal as a cascade of hormones flooded her body. The small mass only grew and took the form of rigid limbs within her.
She felt her lower half expand as her underwear struggled to contain her thickening thighs. The flesh on her hips plumpened until soft flesh began to spill from her waistline. Subconsciously, she felt her begin to lean forward as her weight was skewed in front of her. She felt her gown grow scratchy against her nipples, and when she looked down, her breasts had begun to spill out from the sides of her sleepwear entirely!
The part that grew the most was her roundening belly. Weight and pressure focussed around the very center of her navel. A pinch of pain and a knob of bare, exposed flesh laid exposed into the air. “Ouhhhh!” She moaned as her naval had popped free, relieving some of the pressure on her poor stomach.
Her soft body had completely rounded out. She was exactly where she was when she turned 20, the motherly marks of her body disappeared into her rounded form.
Her pitch heightened as her eyes grew wide. She could feel the stitches coming undone on her delicates. “My… m-m-m-m-my!” Her cheeks flushed her deepest shade of scarlet. The shape of a child rapidly developing in her. In the most imperative moment of the spell, at Ruby’s most sensitive she stared at her naked, mountainous stomach in front of her.
A little point of a foot pushed her skin into a little point with more movements fluttering behind it.
“Oh gods. Oh my gods!” It truly happened! The spell had worked. Her trembling fingers rubbed at her stomach. She was soft, definitely softer than she was after her first pregnancy. But the fit with her body felt more natural. The tattoo around her stomach had grown with her, consuming an unignorable portion of her belly, evident that she had submitted to a supernatural power to put herself into her current state
Her stomach was soft, she could squish her stomach, poke, and prod the sorcery induced child within and feel it move inside its cramped room. Yet, under her fingers the muscles around this life filled space she called her uterus and it began to harden. The thumping of her fingers made Ruby bite her lip into its growing sensitivity. Before she could celebrate the relief of the spell working a moan undulated from her throat.
“Mnnnghh!” She groaned as she felt that weight surge downwards.
Her pregnancy wasn’t over yet.
“A-ahhhh!!” Ruby stumbled. She felt her legs fall unbalanced from under her like her legs locked completely.. Her weight completely distended forward, catching her body off guard. Though the spell had primed her womb to swell with child, the rest of her body struggled to hold the weight.
Ruby stumbled as her legs tried to remember how she used to stand right before she gave birth to Weiss. She needed every ounce of muscle memory to stabilize her body.
The weight of this one was practically identical, her first singleton child that she went overdue with by a week. With all of her womb distended it pushed against all of her organs as the symptoms of instant extreme pregnancy jutted out her ribcage and misplaced her insides.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her child dropped into her rapidly opening cervix.
“O-Oh!!” She gasped as she felt the room around the magical child constrict dramatically. With a powerful twinge an ankle covering amount of fluids shot out from between her legs and drenched the skirt of her gown.
She panted while she leaned her weight against the wall. As soon as she could stand with relative comfort Ruby looked down and her eyes grew wide. The round distention of her nightgown consumed all of her peripheral vision.
Ruby was scared to open her legs. The feeling of the magical baby’s round head sitting so close right above her crotch, she was scared that if she opened her legs the baby would fly out of her.
In an act of trust towards her pelvic floor she groaned as she allowed her knees to separate. Her womb continued to shift, it was like every breath brought her body closer to crowning. But at this very moment, it stopped for long enough to observe all of the changes in her body.
She undid the top button of her gown and freed the clothing from her top, letting her over the shape of her belly and gushed over her pregnant form. She felt so natural as a mother as she twirled with her bump with a massive smile on her face.
Every ridge and fold of her skin filled her with the familiar intoxication of being pregnant. With all of her will she tried to fight the intrusive thoughts. The tingling that overtook her body.
When was the next time she was going to feel this big?
She reached down and touched herself, missing the feeling of her sensitive, swollen folds. Ruby blushed with how hungrily they clung to her fingers and how wet her insides had gotten at her excitement. Even though this mysterious child didn’t fall from her immediately, it’s real place from within her wasn’t too far behind. The young mother’s fingers felt the dropped head.
Between her legs she gasped as her fingers immediately sunk into her vagina that had grown incredibly soft and tight. She had to let either strap of her underwear down her hips and thighs one strap at a time. A glistening line of thick wetness connected her outstretched vulva to her underwear Kept her soaked panties onto her body, letting the soft fabric cling to her hips
And her breasts, she had stopped nursing about a year ago. The spell had tricked her body to perk back up again with swollen ducts.
Her fingers explored her inner thighs, sensitive with the struggle of pushing out the magical baby. Her body was a blaze, aroused as the intensity seized her body, over, and over again. The loss of control with every breath, uncontrollable sensations that forced the young mother to address her body’s desire to birth the lively babe inside of her.
“Ahhh…” Ruby sighed, feeling herself bend over to her own fingers. Her legs buckled to the self induced attention. Her fingers pushed past her own tightness with the pressure of her belly weighing into her walls. The walls that had been neglected throughout her last pregnancy.
Ruby shooed away the dirty thoughts. She was here for a reason that was greater than depraved masturbation. Her only responsibility was to listen to her body trying to give birth to the faux child within her.
Before long, a pinch in her womb grew to a full body constriction centered against her midsection. The infant progressed gradually down her birth canal, making the mother take a deep gasp with her head towards the sky.
“O-oh!” Her breath hitched as she felt the head begin to stretch her lips. The curve of the baby’s head stretched her out wonderfully, making use of every millimeter of her swollen puffy folds. She loved how the head made her feel. The overwhelming pressure of the mass in her stomach emerging into the world.
It's size sat with familiarity with a sliver at her opening. Was it really about to be over so soon?
Ruby couldn’t see past her belly. Though her young hole stretched around that head, she had no idea where it was.
The delicate little sphere that pushed her legs open. It was so small and round with the motherly instinct to protect it. From her upright position, she held her hand mirror between her legs to see the wet head exposed to the cold cellar air.
Ruby’s fingers groped all over the orb caught beneath her fingers, thick fluids and membranes made her sex unbelievably slick.
She moaned as her fingers caught her hot, bulged out skin. The magic had perfectly replicated the feeling of a head pushing through her crotch. The pregnant woman’s fingers explored herself further. How her vulva stretched deliciously around that round, wet orb, Her perineum was on fire.
“A-ahh.” Before Ruby knew it, she was playing with the crown as she slouched flat on her back once again. The inefficient position that poised the child's head back into her opening. Her insides were burning up, she was panting and purring to the mass that stretched her vagina.
The pleasure that drowned out all of the pain. The burning of the round skull separating her folds. The same thing that made the father of her first child leave her. She wanted the future so bad. But for one moment, Ruby needed to indulge herself, she needed it like she needed to breathe. If she didn’t cum this head out, she would die.
Her clit bulged grotesquely from her. She was masturbating with a completely different body! She could feel the head shift from the force. Her other fingers would slip and stroke the wet hair, a reminder that the partially birthed child was right there.
“Yeagh… Ye-ah… Oh my god…” she moaned. Her clit was a button of pure heat and ecstasy that made her gasp full capacity into her lungs. Ruby’s back arched and she could feel the head shift and crown just a little further as she pushed against gravity.
As her hips lowered she felt her chest heave with the massive weight of her inflated breasts . Her hands rubbed her clit hard enough to send tremors that wobbled her popped bust. It took an entire arm holding her breasts to stabilize them, and even still, they spilled out of her grasp. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive in labor.
One hand cupped a singular breast as a finger pinched and flicked her chocolate brown areolas.
Her eyes were going into the back of her head. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, panting like a dog. She was fucking herself stupid at the sensations of childbirth, exactly like she had done when giving birth to Weiss.
As she flicked her clit the baby’s head threatened to shoot out of her with all of the power of her building orgasm. If she had let go of the head the incantation would have flown out of her long before she would have come.
The most embarrassing display of her own lust in her own solitude. She felt her eyes cross with her tongue hanging far outside of her mouth. The ugly sound of a guttural groan.
“OUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!!!” She screamed. Her legs opened to accept the form of the baby receding back into her. The room lit up with the familiar glow of punk from her tattoo. The inside of her womb pushed her womb outward, each already identifiable feature of her child grew even larger, more pressure welled up within.
“GHOOOOUUUGGHHH!!” Her thighs trembled. As the large crown spread her pussy again Ruby’s tissues clung and circled around the head as she masturbated with the push.
“Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-HoOOOOOGGGGGHHH!” Her teeth clenched. The silhouette of her child receded into her. The torso entered ofer body again, the shoulders jerked her insides.
“GHHHOOOOUUUUGGGGG-FUCK!!” She came again as the weight of the head forced back into her. One eyelid fluttered as her words became inaudible.
Her orgasm was stifled by the powerful force of the head receding back into her birth canal. Her walls closed in on the round head, in the middle of Ruby’s orgasm. Her body fought to reject Ruby’s animalistic nature to finally give birth. The body apathetically entered back into her body, undoing all of the progress, the shape of the babe forced back inside of her.
Ruby rested on her face and knees with enough to support her stomach. Her body equilibrated its euphoria and logic as she came back to her senses.
I got a little carried away…
Ruby’s stomach looked even larger than before. Although her waters had broken, the walls of her uterus felt even more tight and uncomfortable. In her hazy, post-orgasm state.
She noticed the last word of the page being cut off, and Ruby’s eyes grew wide. No title, a continuation of rules and conditions, another half page of rules she didn’t account for when she greedily indulged her greatest kink for the final time.
Two rules immediately caught her eye:
‘The infant will continue to grow linearly, indicated by the glowing of the crest’
Ruby looked down. The child must have grown at least 2 kg the way its dense weight slammed against her body.
‘At feelings of intense sexual pleasure, the birthing clause will be reset’
She could feel the growing pains of the magical fetus weigh down on her body. Her muscles grew sore as they attempted to support the weight of the plumpening child inside of her. Ruby attempted to move to distribute her weight in some way, any way to relieve the soreness and ultimately landed on her hands and knees.
The head remained at the entrance of her birth canal, and when a contraction binded her stomach Ruby finally bore down
As her stomach clenched into a rock her lips whimpered, taking a deep breath into her lungs. “Heeeeeeehhhh…” She held onto the breath into her chest, waiting and squirming as the contraction took hold of her body.
At its peak, she bore down with all of her might. “Ooooohhhhhh.” The contraction continued. Textbook from. But when she was this focussed on labor, nothing happened
The sensations of labor sent shockwaves of stinging pleasure to her crotch.
“Ngggghhh!” She groaned through gritted teeth. The head grew larger against the opening of her cervix. Each kick knocked the wind out of her. Yet, she felt herself grow wetter with the weight that encumbered her. Her stomach was pressed into the cold, hard cobble.
The baby was so large now. Her pushes barely moved the infant an inch. Despite being in the middle of a contraction. Her stomach still grew right before her.
She crawled towards the wall and dragged her growing body against the cold, wet stone. Felt all of her curves hang from under her, she felt like a naughty breeder, carrying the weight of all of her pleasure.
Ruby huffed her weight to a knee and began to stand, one foot at a time. She leaned against the wall, hoping that her upright position would assist the weight down into her with the increasing heft. The muscles of womb were yielding to the false baby within
To her horror, the pain was only matched by an even greater pleasure that seized her entire standing body. While the head parked against her pelvis the bulge grew. The fetus Remained at a deadlock from inside of her.
Gasping and pushing wildly, she had no clue whether it was an orgasm or a contraction. The clauses of the spell acted at the same time. Every time she pushed and made a little bit of progress the baby spread open her insides and grew again.
With two unbelievable pushes that shook her entire core and left the mother light headed. For her hardest pushes she was rewarded with absolutely nothing. Her plump stomach was stretching red to its full capacity. Her skin had grown hot and sensitive, and with the hard head against her cervix she wasn’t sure how her vagina would handle the new mass.
Anxiety built within the young mother. Without a second thought, she thought of the only solution she could think of. The doors were open.
“ALLLLLLLLLLLF!!!” Ruby pleaded across the hall of her cellar.
She heard the cellar door small against the stone walls, the metal fence crashed open as swift, frantic footsteps followed Ruby’s echoing pleas. As the footsteps became closer, Ruby recognized that her situation was about to get much, much stranger.
Alf turned the corner. His dirty blonde hair clung to his forehead. His sensitive elven ears twitched in their fully perked up state as he found Ruby. He took one step towards his partner as he was halted to the appearance of her body.
She was splayed out onto her side completely nude as she laid across her nightgown, cold, exposed, naked, and very pregnant.
“Oh gods…” Alf uttered anxiously as he tenderly approached his partner. One of his stable arms wrapped under Ruby’s back, lifting her from the cobble floor. He cradled Ruby’s head, making sure that she was lucid. “Are you okay?!”
Ruby could barely meet his gaze. Whether embarrassment or exhaustion, she couldn’t bare to see what he could assume, but she knew she needed his help. Her body couldn’t spare her a moment to fabricate a lie.
“It… Hurts…” Ruby managed as she felt her legs open again. With only the slightest of hesitation Alf assisted Ruby , carrying the weight of her body in order to use all of her strength to bear down. He stuffed his hand into her palm, and instinctively she gripped with all of her force.
The elf looked at her perplexed. As he looked between her legs his eyes grew wide. Deeply embedded her sore, red pussy as the sliver of something round inside of her. A head was poking out!
“I’m sorry!” Ruby apologized with panic and fear in her eyes. Ruby's beautiful hole bulged forward. Her pussy that she shared with him their most intimate nights, unprotected. Her snarls and groans of labor filled the room as she lost all composure to the unyielding head trapped behind her pelvis.
“It’s okay, let’s get you through this!”
The muscles between her legs remained tight. Her entire body remained tight as it consumed all of the oxygen she took into her erratic breaths. Amidst the panic, one instinct reigned supreme that demanded Ruby’s full attention, a fight between her life and the faux life within.
“Push!”
“Gnnnngghhh!!” She bore down with all of her might. She focussed entirely on childbirth. Her tissues felt so tense. Her birth canal closed around every surface of her child as it refused to make progress from inside of her. Heavy pants echoed against the walls. “I can't!” She cried.
“You can, Ruby!”
“I’m so tired…” Her heat and coolness perplexed the mother. She didn’t even know what she wanted him to do. She wanted, no, she needed the baby out! Her life depended on it!
The instincts of her struggle lit a flame that she tried her best to conceal. She was holding her breath and pushing against her contractions with complete disregard for her natural urges for sexual pleasure. Her teeth grinded together as she tried to suppress the horrific growl of her body’s mortal urges.
“Get it out, please, pull it oUUUTTT!!” She could feel her voice go hoarse as she screamed into the burning head.
Out of options, Alf followed her instruction, yet as his fingers grazed her, Ruby’s hips shot up, her vulva stretching around the large orb.
“HHHHA!” Ruby gasped as she felt his hands gently caress her bulging nether regions. In an instant all of her muscles relaxed as she thrusted into Alf’s hands. With all of her bottlenecked effort the head exploded out of her. The strict rules of another orgasm forced the birthed head to disappear back into his partner under his very palms. The pink crest shined from her stomach once again.
He recognized the tattoo as it glowed. Ruby’s head shot towards the ceiling with a throaty groanas another 2 kg of weight grew inside of her contracting stomach. The crest bore a striking resemblance to the characteristic symbol of a sex demon despite Ruby being a pure human. Alf looked around the room and saw the ancient text near Ruby’s body
“‘Incubus Kiss’!” Alf shouted in his realization. Of all of their dirty conversations Ruby remained reserved. “A Lust Training spellbook… Ruby…” Alf’s head cocked towards his partner. A look she couldn’t quite identify, opting to hide out in shame.
“I wanted to tell you after we had a baby.” . Ruby could only look away as her partner came to the conclusion. She remembered the look of Weiss’ father in disgust as he looked at Ruby birthing their child.
A hand clasped her chin. Alf guided her eyes back to his, and to her surprise, he wore a warm smile of relief.
“I can’t believe you’d look forward to having our child? How could I possibly be mad at you for being excited about this?”
His reassurance could almost make her forget the massive weight that would soon decimate her crotch once more.
Almost.
“HOO!” Her face scrunched with intensity as a force squeezed against her gigantic uterus.
Ruby got into the only position she hadn’t tried left. A shameful position. She squatted back to the balls of her feet and spread her legs for her partner. The massive head shifted in irresistible ways that stretched her cervix to the very limit of her pelvis. The head was a tight squeeze that made Ruby lightheaded with all of the pressure.
Alf offered his hands to stabilize her position, allowing him to show off her ripe body in the act of labor. It was as if he took a glimpse into the future.
“I need you to look at me. You mustn't cum until the baby is completely out.”
Through pointed lips, Ruby nodded with understanding. Her hips rolled as the next contraction seized her body. Loosened up with the curious gaze of her partner she felt her muscles open up to the incredible diameter of the head. She moaned through grit teeth as her birth canal was mercilessly spread
“Unhhhh~!” She moaned with embarrassment, fruitlessly attempting to hide her deep scarlet blush. His large hands moved them to get a good look at the bliss in her eyes.
“Does it feel good?” He asked, a gentle hand stroking her body. Kissed by acute, magical pregnancy his fingers teased around her midsection. Through a groan Ruby mustered a hazy nod. He felt her stomach tighten with the incredible force to labor such a large child. Her trembling body with her powerful will.
“That was an amazing push.” Alf praised her. “The head is spreading you so nicely.”
Ruby could feel her blush deepen and her heart pound to the praise. His words and his actions lubed up her birth canal for even more progress to be made.Alf gently stroked the false child's crown as her tissues opened up for the massive baby.
“Make those beautiful noises, my love.” Her heart skipped a beat. She realized she could finally share her most shameful trait with another person.
“OUUUUGHHHH!!!” She shrieked as she felt the head open up with her effort
She was grinding the air. In her grotesque squat with a crowning head dangling between her legs, all her hips could do was make the head Rub against her sensitive areas. She felt Alf’s arm pull her into a deep embrace that gently restrained the mother. His palm cupped the head, letting Ruby’s body ease the gigantic dome through her vulva and denying another orgasm.
“Gnnnngghhhh!!!” She moaned into Alf’s strong shoulder. The head slowly made progress into his hand was Ruby began to pant out the massive head, little by little. He couldn’t help but picture his partner with the wet head of his child engaged in her pelvis.
“UNNNNGGGHHHH!!!” She pushed with the contraction, against Alf’s supportive hand and with her desperate body the massive head popped free from her sex.
The tattoo glowed again. The partially born infant began to glow, and in Alf’s hands, grew even more, expanding Ruby’s opening.
“OWWWWWWWWW!!” Ruby screamed in a loss of control to the bliss. The shoulders spread her open and forced Ruby cross eyed as she felt her entrance widen with the explosion of girth.
“Almost there, give me a strong push for those big shoulders, and I’ll give you a reward.”
Her thighs trembled at the prospect. She could feel the thick shoulders bulging slowly from her upright position. Drool pooled on her tongue as groans leaked out of her mouth from every impulse in her body that told her to cum. But she wouldn’t.
She clenched her knees and met the final contraction. The head wiggled from between her legs from the effort of moving such a mass from inside of her. Ruby could feel the mass slowly descend down as she delivered the rest of the massive body into Alf’s supportive hands.
Alf lowered between her legs and flicked his tongue against her little button above the head. “MNNNGGGHHOOOOOOHHHH-!!!!” Ruby screamed as pleasure seized her body. Alf pulled the body from her as she squirted the baby’s massive body free from her.
Alf pulled a glowing child into Ruby’s sight, the endorphins of her orgasm and childbirth caused the mother to giggle with satisfaction for the partner that made her cum in childbirth. The child was about 12 kg and the length of her arm. And as the couple doted over the babe it began to dissipate into pink particles into a little gust of wind.
Though the false child was gone, she knew that she would do this again with Alf’s child.
Imagine sucking on their nipples so that they dont know if its braxton hicks or real labor? Fingering them deeply as they dialate so they focus on you gliding in and out of them while the head swells into their birth canal? Giving them head while their crotch bulges out and every time they try to time a push with their contractions you start licking their clit. Making their pussy stretch the same way they'd prepare to take dick but they're actually opening up for their baby. Their body is forced to do all the work while they're too busy cumming to treat their birth with any urgency.
And then putting them into a ridiculous position for their final push so you can see how far their final orgasm makes the baby pop out.
It's OK to be honest. With me, with yourself. Some of you know I'm a content creator (outside of Tumblr) and so sexuality and orgasms are part of my day-to-day routine (lucky me, right?). And I enjoy it, RPing peoples threesome fantasies, BBC fantasies, cheating fantasies...I'm a safe space. As long as we're dealing with consenting adults, I'll go along with pretty much anything. You have a pregnancy fetish? Aw, that is a fairly common one, that's OK. Don't be embarrassed about that. What do you like about it? Seeing how big and round my belly and tits have gotten because of you? Just be honest...you love knowing that just a few months ago my tummy was all flat, my boobs all cute and perky and now you've completely transformed my body? Do you like when we go out in public and everyone looks at me and knows you fucked me raw 9 months ago? I wonder if they imagine your cum dripping out of my little pink pussy, that hot sperm of yours already traveling up to my fertile womb. I bet the men are all jealous it wasn't their cockhead pressed against my ripe cervix. I bet all the women are jealous they aren't full of your baby like I am, waddling around, holding your arm for support.
Yeah, you like all of that, don't you? But...it goes a bit beyond that, doesn't it? It's okay, just be honest. I refuse to believe it stops there. Come on, you mean to tell me you see me like this, 3 days overdue with your baby, begging you to fuck me into labor....pleeeeease, I can't stand to be pregnant anymore, I need to have this baby, please, please help me...you hear me begging you to do that, and you want me to believe that, even if for a fleeting moment, your mind doesn't think about what comes next?
What it would be like to have my water break all over your cock because of how hard you fucked me? To cum inside my pussy knowing that in a few hours it's going to be pushing your baby out? It's OK, just be honest. Be honest and admit that every time you see me, you think about what I would look like with my hands behind my knees, holding them wide open. Admit you think about what kinds of noises I'll make as I feel your baby crown, or how my panicked eyes will seek yours for support as I feel it burning, so bad, begging you to help me.
You do, you think about it. Be honest and admit you think about my little pink pussy, so clean and tight and smooth and well managed as I get ready for labor, making sure I'm all shaved and pretty down there. What will it look like when my bubblegum pink labia turn dark and angry from the pain, straining to stretch? Will my little clit be peeking out towards the top of the crown, and if it does...would you be able to resist reaching out and touching it?
If your cock stirred in your pants at all while writing this, then it's time to come clean and admit it. It's OK, just be honest.
As we lay in bed, your warm palms cup my bump as our baby wriggles underneath. You kiss me and whisper all about the plans for our future, the way you hope our baby looks just like me, how much you love watching my body change to grow the tiny person we made with our love.
i wish I was your lesbian sub...I would love to be pregnant and be dominated by you.
i think about how obsessed and in love i would be with a woman carrying my child. seeing her all round and glowy and swollen. i couldnt keep my hands off her. esp knowing what she's about to go through 🥲🫠
Just thinking about pinning you down and riding you until you fill me to the brim. Pregnancy absolutely certain even without the test, knowing full well what is coming. As the months roll by, my body swelling more and more, filling out my tall and strong amazonian frame. Softer, rounder, fuller each day. My breast swelling in size for the babies to come. Each day making me hornier and more demanding for you to eat me out and grope me and touch me all over. I need someone to worship my growing and swelling body constantly. Each day being just a bit bigger and rounder than the day before. Documenting each day with our own little photo album, seeing my progression only making us both wet and horny. Eventually we go get an ultrasound and we see 4 inside and all it does is drive us even more feral for whats to come.
By the third trimester Im practically immobilized by the babies. And you continue to worship the pinnacle of maternity, my massive swollen belly. Needless to say I have already started lactating, preparing for the hungry mouths to feed soon. Constantly pumping through the day and night. With each morning and night I have you drinking every drop from me, it becoming our ritual. We reach late in the last trimester, my body practically godly in its proportions, the perfect encapsulation of all of our hard work. Your service through this journey deeply appreciated.
The babies are just days away, soon hours, soon minutes. We prepared however. Cameras rolling as we document the whole birth, my mind goes blank from pushing, reaching an orgasmic high with each one to the point I convulse and scream, cumming all over myself repeatedly. The highs of it all will never be forgotten.
Soon my days consist of feeding the babys constantly. Though with how much feeding Im doing, there is still enough to share with you. My breasts absolutely engorged with milk if left unattended for more than a few hours. My body has found a new equilibrium, so much fuller than before, a body that has been shaped by you in large part. My hormones still driving me insane, making me hornier than Ive ever been. I cannot focus anymore and make the decision for us. I need to be pregnant again, and again, and again until I have nothing more to give. It has been a few months since the pregnancy and once again I climb on top of you and tell you of my insatiable need. I think you can fill in what happens next~
>signed: a mid 20s tgirl that’s constantly dreaming of being knocked up like this
thinking about how i need a girl to tell me how she's gonna get me pregnant... telling me that we're gonna cuddle throughout the whole pregnancy & how we'd immediately be researching everything from symptoms to baby names. letting me know how she'd want to pretend that i'm already pregnant just to get a feel for it. her rubbing me belly while whispering about how big she's gonna make me... ughhh i need this! ♡
I’ll confess something; I’m a sucker for intimacy and romance. I want every part of our journey to having our first baby together to feel magical, and to be an irreplaceable memory. To truly connect and feel one with one another as I fill you up, to grow even closer with every day our baby grows, to being your rock as you work your way through contractions and pushes, I want every moment to top the last, and I want to help my partner feel the same way.
while i know that many people are here for the kink, romance and intimacy is soooo overlooked. i love discussing the little wholesome things i look forward to when i one day begin building a family of my own 🥰
this… this is what i wish i could be doing at the moment. laying in bed, vibe to my cl!t, watching in endearment as our baby wriggles about while i please myself.
“I want more,” you told me in your 42nd week. Our twin boys were heavily overdue. I looked at you, awestruck and yet, exhilarated. Being pregnant was your natural state, it was an unspoken truth. You were the best, most loving mother I’d ever seen. You took to being a mother like a fish took to water.
Now your massive twin belly is so heavy that it’s been a struggle for you to get up, and if you manage to do so, you’ve just been slowly waddling around the house. Belly out, shoulders back. Sitting down precedes an internal discussion on when you need to get back up. But standing up is also not a long term solution.
That huge belly is slowly dropping, and your belly button is pushed out from the sheer volume of the sons you’re carrying. Our kids have been taking turns on trying to push it back in.
You’ve been teasing me about being my little baby factory.
That’s exactly what you are.
My little baby factory.
You’ve even gone so far as to tell me that you look forward to birthing the twins. With each of the five births, you’ve become better and better at it. It’s a skill and you’re such a natural at it. The last time I watched you birth our twins in a deep squat. It was the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen. You’d grabbed on furniture on either side, towel beneath you, and then breathed through every contraction. I watched your folds part more-more-more, revealing the top of the head of the first baby. Then, you paused, breathed, and beamed with joy. For a moment you let your head fall back before you pushed again. The wail that escaped your lips was one of pain mixed with pleasure. I watched your eyes roll back. Your folds stretched so widely, so effortlessly, as the baby’s head and shoulders emerged. There, you took another breath and looked down. Halfway there, pussy stretched to the max… and then, with a final push, our baby slipped onto the towel beneath. You’d made her with your body. And you were born to birth her like this.
Now, with the bigger twin boys coming, you are looking forward to the challenge. An unassisted twin birth. One of these days, your water would break, and in the midst of our family, you’d just birth our boys… just like that. Because it was the most natural thing to do.
