I really need to start tagging things on this blog but I need some time to sit and come up with a system.
When I do start doing it, I will probably go back and re-reblog a whole bunch of old posts to tag them, so if you want to avoid having a giant flood of stuff block the #reruns tag.
Also I'm going to pin this for reference and to remind myself to actually do it.
You know that some "heroes" are coming to kill you but of course your infernal lord would never leave you without protection. Your womb has been warm all day from what's forming inside. In fact it ends up being so big that you cant fit it all inside you at once and have to birth part of its body while the next part forms in you, leaving you for up to an hour at a time, the head and neck of some horrible abomination sticking out between your legs, stretching your hole until its numb while your belly grows again. It takes 5 times before the tail of the thing is fully out. By this time you're glistening with sweat and the front of you is plastered with milk from your heavy breasts. You hear footsteps approach from outside but the newly born hellspawn hears them first and perks up, ready for its first meal.
I love the concept of someone getting pregnant and giving birth in a post apocalyptic setting. There's so many possibilities.
Maybe they end up mysteriously falling pregnant with a brood of huge, monstrous creatures that grow rapidly to full term within a day or two. They can't see what they're giving birth to with their massive belly in the way, but they can feel how large the things coming out of them are, and the tentacle-like appendages wrapping around their thighs as the first creature tries to pull itself out of them.
A setting like this would also usually mean limited to no access to medical care. Someone could live miles away from the nearest doctor, and might not realize they're pregnant until it quickens or they begin to show.
I also love imagining someone massively pregnant in a wasteland, struggling to waddle along in search of assistance, before getting stuck giving birth in some dilapidated shack. They may have had to hide from some threat, only for their contractions to start getting more and more unbearable, with them doing their damndest to stop from making a noise, trying as hard as they can to keep themself from pushing, long after their water has broken.
As the years go by and your brood grows, you've been relocated to a much larger chamber in your martian colony. You now spend your months suspended an enormous birthing pool. In a constant state of gargantuan pregnancy, you float aimlessly atop the water. Stretching several metres across, your belly crests the heavy salinated waters. Teeming with dozens and dozens of lives its tight drum skin wriggles and warps with movement. Your engorged breasts, more than 100lbs each, stain the waters with rich and creamy milk.
You push and another new colony child is born, your third one of the hour. You couldn't imagine any other life.
ooh i don't normally dabble in this scale of hyperpreg but all of your luscious descriptions got me drooling~
you grow so fast. it takes two weeks for you to rocket past what most people would consider “ready to pop.”
by the end of the second month, you’re already carrying 100lbs of baby in your belly. not including fluid or other weight gain. two months was all it took to get a belly as big as a person.
second trimester hits, and you’re gaining thousands of pounds every week. completely immobile, helpless to do anything but lay there and rub the tiny patch of your tummy you can still reach, and grow and grow and grow and grow and grow….
By third trimester and I’m pretty much nothing but belly. I outgrow everything; my bed, all my furniture, my home, all my clothes, my neighborhood probably.
People look at me and worry that I might start eclipse the face of the Earth at the rate I’m going at.
I’m scarily pregnant; an extraordinary triumph of human reproduction. Or perhaps a horror story come true. My belly blocks your vision of the sun. It rocks everyone’s world when they look at me. I’m so stuck, I might as well become a landmark.
My body can never recover from this. No amount of exercise, dieting or fat removal surgery can erase all my luscious curves. I have the ultimate mom bod; a true body of amazing fertility.
My body holds a future town. A new community. The most dramatic increase in population my home town will ever see once I give birth.
God, can I ever give birth? I think I might become too big to do that ~
"...maybe there WERE some side effects to this whole 'second puberty' thing", she wondered, before letting out a moan as her hyperpregnant belly surged in size, growing to match and surpass the bellies of billions upon trillions of other women, all of whom have been rendered little more than mindless baby machines, with the galaxy already struggling to contain their endless hordes of infected offspring.
Of course, such a silly thought would rapidly be thrown out of her mind as she herself felt the immense, overarching pleasures of her own incredible pregnancy. She was growing yet again, a growth spurt that eclipsed all the other extremely pregnant in this...'maternity ward'. The ward really was just one entire half of the galaxy, with most bellies surpassing planets or stars in size, full of babies, the extreme potential of fertility caused by this wave of second puberty being overwhelmingly powerful, especially on the second generation.
The babymaking would continue, the probability of twins was null. The probability of 2^64 was a lot higher than that, and that was enough to populate a few big planets at the very least...
The moaning intensified as other women would rub their bellies against the largest dome in the area, her own, feeling additional bliss from this, sharing their maternity, their glorious fertility with each other, like sisterhood in a way.
Well, at least conquering the universe would be easy...if not through sheer population, than surely by the size of all of these pregnant bellies...if not by one of them surpassing all the others and growing impossibly enormous beyond what anyone can handle~
Especially if it's only her first pregnancy, meaning the next will be much bigger~ <3
Boy whose pregnancies grow multiplicatively~ His first is a singleton, his second pregnancy is twins, followed by quads... which jumps up to octuplets. He's sitting there, huge squirming belly filling his lap, getting off to the idea that - if the trend continues - he'll carry 16 babies next time~
the real question is are you prepared for the can of worms this ask has opened
ridiculous bonkers big numbers in this one!
the numbers get realllll crazy on this one so let's just say this entirely hypothetical boy takes on the humble task of getting pregnant every nine months on the dot starting on his eighteenth birthday and stopping when he's no longer fertile as is customary for the breeder boys in a lot of my stories
within only 6 pregnancies, the size of his family is quite close to the the record number of children that any one person in history has given birth to, and at that point he's only a little 22 year old, just getting started
at only age 23 his brood has already broken into the triple digits, and the pregnancy after that he births his first triple-digit litter - one hundred and twenty-seven big healthy babies! such an accomplishment for a boy not even halfway through his twenties!
but of course it doesn't stop there...
at age 25 he births his tenth litter of five hundred and twelve precious little bundles of joy, pushing his total brood count just over a thousand. an impressive four digits - by now he and his little ones occupy their own town - but he's not done, not even close!
nothing gets him wet quite like watching those numbers keep skyrocketing, and luckily for him, his next record-shattering pregnancy - pregnancy number eleven - sees him gestating his first four-digit litter! a thousand and twenty-four babies at once is one big number, and now he's birthed a cumulative 2,047 offspring - potentially more than any individual on earth has fathered, much less given birth to! but even despite doubling the world record every nine months, our boy's appetite isn't quite satisfied, and by now even his empty head has noticed a numerical pattern~
by age 30 he's just over halfway done with his prolific gestational career, and boy has his brood ballooned! he can now officially say he's borne 131,071 children - a number that seems unreal, but as him and his unfathomably oversized belly can attest, it's very much real - over a hundred thousand little ones have made their way through his birth canal, and his fertility is singlehandedly running the resources dry (that is, if he's here with us now - for the planet's sake let's just pretend he starts breeding in his own uninhabited lil world instead of earth 😓)
at age 32, he's in the delivery room for the twentieth time, and the truly unthinkable finally comes to fruition - when he leaves the hospital with his 524,288 new babies, he's now officially the father to over one million children.
at 36 he hits a new milestone - grandfatherhood! his eldest sons start swelling up with babies of their own, and as they're hard at work gestating their very first lifters, their father is sporting a hefty belly too - his 25th, mind you - swollen with all the weight of 16,777,216 babies soon to be added to his massive army of just about the same size. only one generation and the roots of his family tree already spread across the planet, and they are rooted in deep.
at age 40, our dear mythic daddy is convinced he's on his last run - he's sure after this pregnancy he'll no longer be fertile, and he's almost mournful when he strokes the tiny fraction of his gargantuan belly that he can reach - he's sad knowing those 536,870,912 young in his planet of a belly will be his last, but he's extremely grateful and proud to say that he was successfully able to achieve the utterly inconceivable - a brood of a billion.
one billion, seventy-three million, seven-hundred forty-one thousand, eight-hundred and twenty-three, to be precise. 22 years, an even 30 pregnancies, and 1,073,741,823 babies later, he's finally done. and to think he started it all with just one baby in his belly.
except, as it turns out, he's not done. it doesn't take him long to find out he's still got eggs.
two surprise pregnancies later, right on the typical nine-month schedule of course because he can't keep himself from getting massively knocked up back-to-back, our boy is now a father to 4,294,967,295 children.
in all his fertile adult years he managed to produce over half the world's population. literally.
and by now, he's got his eldest eight litters of sons swelling up just like him, and we know fertility that strong is most definitely going to be genetic...
i wonder if fathering a planet is what he had in mind when he was younger and told people he wanted a big family~
age started: 18
age ended: 41
pregnancies: 32
babies: 4,294,967,295
biggest litter: 2,147,483,648
grandchildren: god only knows!
feel free to correct my math or tell me more about this miraculous boy and his family uwu
Video game idea. You get lost in a dungeon or labyrinth or whatever, and impregnated by a gigantic monster, and you have to get out before the rapidly growing pregnancy is too big. As your belly swells, it’ll get in the way of your progress. Too large to fit through smaller tunnels, or too heavy for you to climb up steeper slopes. When you’re too far along to make progress, you lose the game.
Game over screens show you immobilized by your huge squirming belly in the last area you were in
Yo everyone here is July's 3rd place winner Mona's in a 3 part stuffing sequence for you!
For Mona her stuffing herself with her favorite food salad was a must. Thinking about it this must be the healthiest stuffing sequence I've ever drawn in terms of the girl's diet.
Plus there are 4 alt versions as well; First is an over pressurized belly alt with Mona's navel inverting to become an outie, second is an implied vore alt, third is a combo vore + outie navel alt and fourth is a larger belly + torn tights version.
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