#hyperpregnancy

Wed, 01 Jun 2022 14:30:38

Hey! It’s Charlie again! Back at it with something that’s been floating in my brain for a while.

Chris was convinced that he was part fairy. No, he wasn’t 3 inches tall, but he was only 4'10". But compared to his 7'8" boyfriend James, he was practically 3 inches tall.

He had always questioned why James was so tall, but he never asked, and just joked that the abnormally tall male was an alien or half giraffe.

It was his last night of college, and he had just finished his last final as he unlocked their apartment, dropping his bag and jacket on the floor with a mumbled “I’ll get it later..” as he continued walking to the bedroom.

James was on his laptop, which he quickly abandoned as Chris flopped on the bed, wiggling his way up until he had his head on James’ lap.

“Fuck me, that was hard and definitely not worth it for a dumb degree with my name on it.”, Chris said, and James moved them so that he was on top of Chris, with the smaller boy being pinned below him.

“Fuck you? Alright.”, James said, taking no time in pressing his lips on Chris’. Chris gave a throaty chuckle, letting James take full control like always. Their clothes were off in barely a second, and Chris moaned as James wrapped his hand around his cock, making it hard in an instant.

James started to pump his hand, making the pleasure build up in Chris, his back arching off the sheets as James led him to the edge of release before letting go and flipping Chris, which also let their lips break.

Chris whined, pushing his ass into James crotch, where his large cock was rock hard. James pushed Chris’ hips into the bed harshly, leaving angry red marks.

James shoved a finger into Chris’ asshole with a rough energy, eliciting a scream from Chris, as he threw his head back, his spine arching as he experienced the pleasureful pain that always came with getting fucked by James.

There was another finger added, then another, until James’ fist (and not a small one at that) was fucking into Chris’ hole, building up the pleasure again. James suddenly roughly pulled out and Chris felt the muscles in his ass pucker around something that wasn’t there anymore.

“James… why’d you AH!”, Chris screamed as James thrust his whole cock into Chris’ ass, the bigger male’s hips slamming into Chris. It drove Chris to the edge again, and Chris finally went over, another scream coming from his mouth as he came over the bed sheets.

James’ pace was simply brutal as he slammed into Chris, and there was that familiar buildup of pleasure before both of them came. There was a hesitation before Chris felt something else pushing at his ass.

“James? What is that?” James?“, Chris yelled, his voice climbing octaves as the thing pressing into his ass widened, threatening to rip him in half.

"I’m-I’m sorry Chris.. I’m sorry!”, James yelled, and something squelched into Chris with a heavy thud, and Chris was lifted off the bed as his stomach expanded into what could only be called a pregnancy bump, at least 3 months at that.

Before Chris could even process it, there was another hard thing pressing against his entrance. Chris’ eyes rolled back in his head as the pain stretched him in a familiar way that was quickly becoming pleasureable.

It landed with another thud and a sharp clack as it hit the one already in his stomach. This continued 8 more times, with more object eliciting more screams from Chris every time. It seemed as if the objects were getting bigger, stretching Chris more and more and threatening to rip him in half.

James had to be on his knees to even keep his dick in Chris’ hole and Chris was just balancing on his stomach, not even his feet touching the ground at the end of it. James pulled out with a squelching pop, and Chris was breathing heavily, his chest expanding and falling quickly.

“Chris? Chris are you alright?”, James said, walking around so that he could see the smaller boy’s eyes. Chris’ head was hanging, his hair drenched with sweat, and when he looked up at James, his eyes were half-closed, and his pupils were blown.

He looked drugged, or possibly still riding the wave of pleasure. James got him to a sitting position, where Chris’ stomach clacked with every move and extended past his knees, but was somehow still perky, with his belly button angry and red, popped out and looking like the size of a baseball.

It took about 10 minutes before Chris was clear headed enough to have a conversation with James.

“What the fuck was that?”, Chris said, still breathless and leaning heavily into James.

“I didn’t think it would happen till later, most of my family had it happen at 25, not 22! I’m really sorry, Chris. I didn’t mean for it to happen. However, there is the small chance they were fertilized, cause I did come several times…”, James said, all of his words tumbling out of his mouth in a rushed fashion.

“Didn’t expect what to happen?”

“Egg delivery…” James whispered, and Chris leaned against James with a sigh as his eyes fluttered closed. James tapped his cheek lightly and Chris sighed again.

“I’m tired, James… Tired… and-and heavy, and… and oh my god there are eggs, James!”, Chris yelled, his eyes popping open. “James, what the fuck! Eggs? Eggs and you didn’t think to tell me?”

After a few months of freaking out, Chris was walking into the living room, watching James’ mother freak out around the apartment. Chris was walking slowly, waddling as his stomach bounced around, seeming to hit every wall and object in his way.

James’ mother had come in the first week and explained the whole thing to Chris, which had caused more confusion until Chris had eventually just stopped caring.

According to James’ mom, he was going to be an incubator of sorts for the eggs for 6 months. If they were fertilized, then they would be pushed out of Chris’ body in a very similar way to how they came in. If they weren’t fertilized, then they would sort of dissolve inside Chris.

His bellybutton rubbed against the couch, and the furniture moved a good foot towards the TV, but Chris was more focused on the deep breaths he was taking to try and stop his cock from getting harder in his sweatpants.

That was his newest problem, he was constantly horny. James had refused to fuck him since the incident, and Chris was now going on almost 6 months without any sexual action, and he could swear he was on the brink of death.

He finally decided that he would not take it anymore. He called out in the apartment “JAMES!”, he yelled, and the tall guy was right there, without hesitation.

“Yes, Chris?”, James said, and Chris backed him into a wall, not even attempting to hide his erection through his pants.

“You will get your mother out of here and you will fuck me senseless, right now, I demand it.”, Chris said, and James’ eyes widened.

“Chris… I can’t. There could be the risk of more of them coming and I can’t take that.”

“James. I want to be fucked. If that means more eggs, then that’s more eggs. Just please… please.”, Chris said, pulling the oldest trick in the book. His puppydog eyes.

“Chris.. more eggs means more strain on what you’re already going through.”

“James… maybe I like being full of your eggs, being heavy and full, pushing out and expanding everywhere…”, Chris whispered, walking his fingers across his stomach, his other hands rubbing little circles where James could definitely see them as Chris bit his lip.

“Mom! I think you should go! We’ve got it covered!”, James yelled out, and Chris gave a sickly sweet smile.

James took control, walking Chris backward into the bedroom as he heard his mom leave.

He pushed Chris so that his stomach was balancing on the bed, the small male’s feet touching the ground as James lined up with his hole, which was already practically dripping.

“Chris, are you sure?”, James said, and a rushed nod came from him, accompanied with a whine of wanting.

It continued in much that same fashion as before, except James let Chris get to the edge immediately, his cum splattering over the bed sheets and the floor.

Then there was a familiar push and a familiar stretching as James yelled out and Chris screamed, his eyes rolling back in his head and only the whites showing as he drooled onto his stomach, which was expanding with each egg that James added into him.

He added 10 more, and Chris’ bellybutton was almost at the other side of the bed when James was done. His head was covered in sweat, his eyes were hooded, and his pupils were blown. James pulled out, and Chris let out a small moan.

Chris kept moaning, even as James moved away from his ass, and James walked around to the side of the bed, crawling across and kneeling so that his head was next to Chris’.

“Chris, what’s wrong? Chris, talk to me.”, James asked, his voice spiking.

“James… James… ooh.. that burns…. James… James… James something’s coming.. JAMES!”, Chris yelled, his voice reaching a peak as he yelled, his eyes blowing open and his face contorting in agony.

“Chris… Chris… how can I help?”, James said, his mouth gaping open and closed.

Chris didn’t answer, just screaming as something continued to slowly make it’s way down his body, pushing and brushing things that ought not to be pushed and brushed.

Then it was pushing at his entrance, stretching him in the same way that it was when it came in. It inched out until it was at the widest part, and it got stuck.

“James! James, help me, James it’s stuck, James! James help me!”, Chris yelled, screaming out to his helpless boyfriend, who flitted his hands around, not knowing what to do.

He touched Chris’ stomach and he pressed on it, trying to turn around so that he could get off the bed.

There was a squelching pop, and a cracking thud as the egg hit their wooden floors. Chris’ stomach shrunk, but was still massive as it dwarfed the bed.

Chris moaned, his eyes looking at James with tears in them. “9 more, right?”

“If they are all fertilized, then yes.”, James said, and Chris whined, his whine turning into a moan as another egg traveled down the path, faster than the first one. It was also bigger, and it stretched out the path, inching out of his hole and threatening to rip him in half.

Tears leaked out of his eyes, and he started sobbing as the biggest point was reached. He involuntarily pushed, and the egg fell out with a squelch and another cracking thud as Chris’ stomach shrunk once more.

He opened his eyes, his face blotchy and red as his chest heaved with rapid breaths. “… the… the new ones?”, Chris whined, and James nodded.

“They’ll know not to come out yet, they’ll stay in for the next six months. You’re doing great, Chris. You’re doing great.”, James said, holding Chris’ hand as he started to moan again as another egg pressed against his insides.

The process continued again and again, 6 more times to be exact.

Chris was entirely drenched in sweat, and the sheets were soaked with sweat as well. Chris’ stomach was shrunken down, almost to what it was when he first got implanted with the eggs, but it was obvious there was going to be some more effort on Chris’ part before it was over.

There was something humongous pushing at his ass in no time, and Chris let out another sob, squeezing James’ hand.

“It’s too big… I can’t do it! James, James it’s stuck! James! James I can’t do it.. I can’t.. I can’t do it.. James..”, Chris whined, his moans turning into small whines.

James brushed his hair out of his face, looking right into Chris’ eyes. “Chris, you can do this! You’re this close to being done. You’re almost done. I promise you’re almost done.”, he said, and Chris looked at him before pushing with all his might.

He screamed as the object stretched him to the point of breaking before 2 eggs fell out of his ass, clacking down onto the pile that was already on the floor. His stomach was now at the same size it was on that fateful night 6 months ago.

“James…. James… Oh god… James…”, Chris whined, reduced to a sobbing, moaning mess as James wiped the tears from his face and kissed him softly.

Chris, are you okay? God, that was amazing…“, James said, kissing the small male again.

"James… James that was so… so… so… so… so fucking hot. The way they just pushed out of me… God did you see that..? Did you see it?”, Chris said, tiredly looking up at James.

“God baby, I did… I saw it all. You were amazing.”, James said, kissing Chris’ forehead.

“I can’t wait to do this again…”

#birth fetish #egg laying #hyperpregnancy #impregnation #multiples pregnancy #pregnant sex #submission #a charlie

Tue, 31 May 2022 14:30:46

[Pill here, finally back with a second, more substantial story. I have two additional chapters of similar length to this one planned, but they may take a while to finish. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this first chapter. Please note that CCEL is primarily Mpreg, as it follows two male main characters, and merely has some Fpreg on the side.]

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Chapter 1| Siege From Inside

King Emil Florian Daybreaker focused his superhumanly sharp eyes on the large, perfectly round moon in the night sky as crimson light bled slowly across its rocky, white surface. Swelling from the top right, the light dripped into the craters and thoroughly filled the great sphere until it was completely red. And, bathed under its radiance, so too was the city of Gravelveil.

The stone walkway atop the outer wall was dyed the color of wine. Armor clinking about as they ran, Emil’s soldiers seemed as if they had been painted with blood, though none had yet fought that day.

Despite that Emil’s inhuman ears picked up his footsteps from the bottom of the stairs below, the messenger huffed all the way to the top and to his king’s side before speaking. “Your Highn-, I’m sorry, Your Majesty, it is as you feared.”

Continuing to stare at the moon, Emil nodded. “A slaughter then?”

“Yes, Sire,” he said. “Captain of our guard, dead in his bed with a sword through the chest. Our finest mages, torn asunder in their own study. The kingdom’s most valuable and forbidden grimoires, gone—burned in a great pyre in the eastern courtyard. Empty bottles of poison carelessly discarded inside the door of our largest granary. Quite thoroughly have we been betrayed, I’m afraid.”

I shouldn’t be surprised, Emil thought. Honestly, I should have had the foresight to stop him.

For years, Emil knew this day would come. Perhaps not this day exactly, but one like it, where that fool finally gave himself fully to temptation and betrayed his kingdom. Emil admitted, however, that he had expected something a tad more subtle. A handful human sacrifices, perhaps. Few enough to count on one’s fingers. Not the hundreds of thousands that lived in Gravelveil and its surrounding towns.

“Fetch Drogo,” Emil commanded. “As I now am king, he now is captain of my guard.”

“Lord Drogo has already gone to take charge at the northern gate,” the messenger said. “I was told to inform you he would order the soldiers there to move, then jump to meet you here.”

Emil nodded. In other words, he’d land at this side of the wall any second. Always, Emil was in awe of his friend’s Prowess.

Most noblemen, and even some peasants, were born with remnants of the ancient magic on which their world was founded. ‘Prowesses’ that let them defy the mundane binds of simple mortality, each unique to the user’s spirit.

Emil’s Prowess let him increase his senses. When concentrating, he could see in the near pitch black of a moonless night as easily as daylight, hear the skitter of a mouse blocks away, and smell supposedly odorless poison in a cup across the castle’s longest dining table. He could feel every fiber in the sleek, tight, finely tailored suit he wore, the beating of his own heart, and even the precise flow of the blood in his veins by the minuscule vibrations it made. With a lifetime of training, he easily controlled the sensory overload of the footsteps around him ringing like thunderclaps, and the chill breeze raking its frozen claws across his exposed, sensitive face, and other such bothersome things. Most of the time. Unless they surprised him. Handy, yes—few could eavesdrop like Emil. Great for a freshly crowned king who needed to know much about his kingdom to rule it. But nothing flashy. Not like Drogo’s Prowess.

Looking out over the city, Emil watched as something dark flew from the northern gate, high over the peaks of the tallest buildings, directly toward him. Drogo Steelblade, hurtling in boots first, hit the very outer lip of the wall like a meteor, sending bits of stone crumbling to the dusty ground outside the city. Heavy fur cloak fluttering as easily as silk as he flailed his arms for balance, he stopped himself from toppling over with the stones and stepped down from the lip, sighing. “Awful night. The stress nearly caused me to miss my trajectory.”

Dismissing the messenger, Emil smiled. “I’m relieved to see you at least in one piece.”

Drogo nodded, smiling himself. “And you, Emil—crowned king!” He pat his friend on the back. Felt like a whack with a cane to Emil’s sensitive skin, but he never minded enough to turn his Prowess down. “Glad to finally be in charge?”

“Not as glad as I’d have been if I were crowned after my father had simply stumbled into an unfortunate ‘accident’ at the whims of one of his many enemies,” he sighed. “But yes.”

Smile fading, Drogo clapped his friend on the shoulder. “We can fight them. We can still save this kingdom.”

As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, Emil thought. I’m not sure we can.

Standing atop the wall, the two stared across the crimson dusts surrounding the city at the dark blotch forming on the horizon. With Emil’s eyesight, he could make out the army in some detail. They wore no armor. No weapons. Rather, they wore not much in the way of clothing at all. Their fashion was little more than leather straps and scraps of silk. Terrible horns like those of beasts sprouted from between the locks of their light red hair—possibly white under the sun—twisting in all sorts of strange shapes. They did not break their advance to camp. They believed the city to already be theirs, and so marched promptly toward it. Before now, Emil never had the gall or misfortune to have seen one in person, let alone thousands, but he recognized the creatures easily from the dozens of books he’d read about them.

Demons. A demon army at his doorstep.

“Are they heavily armed?” Drogo asked.

Emil frowned. “Were they human, I’d have laughed and said no, not at all. I can’t spot a bit of steel between them, besides the buckles of a belt or two. Yet they march with confidence. They even march with women among their ranks.” Taking a closer look, Emil spotted numerous demon women with swollen, rounded bellies, bellybuttons popped and poking out, exposed in full by their lack of clothes. Blushing redder than the moonlight, he felt blood gather in his cheeks, and other unwanted places. “S-some are heavy with child. I think they expect to take the city completely without resistance.”

“Tch.” Drogo glared at what must be nothing but a distant blob to his eyes. “They mock us.”

“They have a right to mock us, Drogo—they are demons.”

“We can stop them. Kill the men for taking us so lightly. The women will retreat once they see our defenses are not lowered.”

“They’ve magic directly from the First Demon Goddess, Hazaelia,” Emil reminded him, intensely feeling every bead of sweat forming across his brow. “The women will attack from afar with powerful Prowesses. This is what our mages and our grimoires were for. Without them-“

“Dusty old men with dusty old books,” he scoffed. Drogo turned, strode across the walkway, and leaped from the edge, falling slowly and landing unharmed from the hundred foot drop. That was Drogo’s Prowess: the power to control the ground’s pull on his body. At his will, he could be light as a feather, or heavy as a boulder.

Or heavy as a demoness carrying an enormous litter of imps. Perhaps they all could lessen the ground’s pull. Emil had a hard time imagining himself married one day, but, when his kingdom eventually demanded he take a bride, he was certain he would never dare order her to march any distance in such a condition. But demon culture was different than human culture, and unknown to Emil. Perhaps, to them, the order was acceptable.

Drogo stared up at Emil and spoke normally, knowing the king could hear him. “Come. The people are in a panic. You should give a speech to calm them.”

Nodding, Emil made his way down from the wall.

…

With a procession of one hundred guards, Emil and Drogo marched to the city square. Drogo put on a brave face for his men, but Emil could see he was anxious. Afraid. Biting his lip, looking sick, cloak pulled around him as he fidgeted beneath it. Emil couldn’t blame him. The situation was dire, and Emil would probably have fidgeted just the same if his mannerisms were not being closely monitored by the crowds to either side of the street. They needed a strong, confident, fearless king, now more than ever. He made an effort to stand even straighter, head held even higher.

While listening to the whispers of the crowd, Emil’s ears caught a cry of pain. Turning to peek over the heads of the bystanders and down an alley, he spotted a woman bent over, holding her gravid belly as she labored. Why there? Perhaps she was out for a walk when the stress of the situation pushed her into labor, and now she struggled to stumble home through the busy streets to give birth.

Emil caught the ear of his closest guard. “There is a woman in labor down that alley. Please see that she gets home safely and finds the care she needs.”

The man was shocked, but nodded and broke off from his procession.

…

The square was packed tight with bodies. Thousands of noblemen, workers, and even beggars awaited Emil’s speech, panicked voices forming an orchestra beneath the crimson moon. Somehow, Emil’s procession cleared a path to the hardwood stage in the center, surrounding it and allowing Emil to take the podium.

At his side, Drogo held both hands clasped in front of his stomach in an effort to not fidget openly.

Adjusting the thin, gold crown atop his head, Emil examined the worried faces of his people before clearing his throat to speak. “I am King Emil Florian Daybreaker. Just this evening, in a haphazard rush, I was crowned. Your rumors have reached me—many saw the palace in a panic and assumed my father dead. I regret to inform you that this is not the case. Your previous king yet lives. My sincerest apologies for breaking tradition and taking the crown early. And even greater apologies for the stir I am about to cause by admitting to you the truth of the matter.” Emil took a deep breath. “In exchange for immortality, Gravelveil has been sold to a Demon Goddess of Lust.”

Sounds of worry rippled through the crowd. Gasps, prayers, curses, groans, and… moans?

Drogo grimaced at him.

Emil continued. “Think ill of me for disturbing your nights with knowledge if you must, but you all can clearly see the state of the moon,” he said, pointing skyward. “That bloodstained abomination is demon magic. It is meant to cripple our morale as the demoness’ army approaches. And, thanks to my father, we are without most of the men and defenses we would have used to fight off such a spell. Wishing my potentially short rule to be an honest one, I will admit to you this: Gravelveil may fall.

“But, do not fear for your lives. This is a Demon Goddess of Lust, not of Wrath, of Greed, or of Pride. It is unlikely her army comes to kill. I have seen for myself that they are not armed with swords or spears. Should they breach our walls, I doubt they shall stage any slaughter. Of course, we have not yet given up. If the fine soldiers of our city can yet send them away, we shall! The best you all can do for your home is remain calm!” Emil clenched a fist and thumped it to his chest, rattling his bones though the intensity of his Prowess. “Remain strong, and together we shall weather this storm!”

The sounds of the crowd changed such that at least some of them must have been reassured. Emil stepped off stage, having done his best. A carriage was brought. He climbed inside, taking a seat on the plush bench within.

Joining him, Drogo became weightless and sat on the carriage’s ceiling, upside down, cloak wrapped around him, like a bat hanging from the roof of a cave. “Gravelveil may fall?”

Emil squinted. “You don’t believe it might?”

“I believe it so unlikely as to not be worth a warning.”

“If I did not warn them, and the city fell, they might have come to think I sent for the army, to chase away my father and take his kingdom. I cannot have my people refuse to trust me in our most trying time.”

“They will not take the city. You said yourself, they approach without weapons!”

“Because they are confident we will fall without fighting!”

“Arrogant,” he snapped.

“No,” Emil said. “Powerful. I claimed the moon was turned red to kill our morale, but it possibly has a greater purpose. Perhaps it magically weakens us.”

Drogo grit his teeth, looking uncomfortable. For whatever reason, he seemed to agree with Emil’s theory.

Abruptly, the carriage stopped. Catching up with it, another messenger opened the door and bowed to Emil before speaking. “Y-your Majesty. An, um… an emergency is… occurring.”

Frowning at him, Emil concentrated. In the distance, there was screaming. Over what, he couldn’t tell. “What’s happened? Speak, soldier.”

Sweating, the man cleared his throat and looked away in shame. “Uh… Women are giving birth, Sire.”

Emil raised an eyebrow. “… Yes… That is… a thing women do sometimes.”

“No, Your Majesty, I don’t mean natural births,” he clarified. “Around the city, thousands of them are starting to just… swell up. Filling with children, since the moon’s been red. They just…” He tried to explain with his hands, spreading his fingers like a loaf of bread rising in the oven. “They just expand. I-I seen it.”

Stunned silent, Emil turned to Drogo. The guard captain was pale as a sheet, staring back with the same look of confused concern.

“Show me,” Emil told the messenger.

Leaping from the carriage, Emil and Drogo, accompanied by their guards, followed the man toward a large source of the screaming. One of the city’s wider streets had been commandeered, traffic blocked by wooden signs dragged from shops. People were frantically laying hundreds of blankets across the cobblestones, and on top of them hundreds of women, their bellies burgeoning with life. From workers’ wives, with their tunics and trousers split around their filling wombs, to noblewomen, with their beautiful ball gowns torn open along the seems. Swollen, leaking breasts spilled out of low-necked and broken-buttoned shirts. More and more women flooded the street, helped along by terrified husbands and brothers as Emil watched, dumbfounded.

He could hear and see it all much too vividly. Their guttural moans of pleasure and pain. The focused, or glazed, looks in their eyes as they either tried very hard to stay strong, or simply let the sensations take them. The heat of their ragged breathing. The way their skin stretched tight as a drum, tearing just a little with long, pinkish stretch marks. The way their lower lips bulged and split around the heads of tiny demon creatures.

Gods, what must that be like? Emil wondered, trying to maintain a calm posture despite the mayhem. Horrifying, losing control of one’s body to demons who think incubation a better use for it. These poor girls. I cannot imagine feeling so… vulnerable. And full. The… sexual nature of the situation was causing an awful rush of blood to places it very much should not be right now, forcing Emil to dampen his Prowess in order to think.

Beside him, Drogo watched the scene, jaw locked with frustration and cloak pulled around himself again.

The messenger swallowed, rubbing his own pudgy stomach in sympathy. “Your Majesty, what ought we do?”

Emil thought. Waving his arms to gather the attention of the guards and those tending the women, he began barking orders. “This curse is caused by the crimson moonlight! Get the women inside! Into houses and shops, anything will do, and board the windows! Bring them water, and cage the offspring!”

Most took his orders and began helping their wives and sisters inside.

Gasping as a small demon scampered by and knocked into his legs, Emil frowned.

“There are too many!” a guard called, carrying eight demons in his arms, and chasing twelve more down the road.

Drogo groaned. “What in the name of the old gods are we to do about this?”

Emil shook his head. “Nothing. I fear that’s the point. The Demoness intends to torture half our city until we open its gates for her.”

“Our whole city, actually,” said another voice.

Emil turned and spotted a familiar mustached nobleman and his son weaving their way through the crowd. He’d met the two at many a ball, and the older man’s input was generally wise. Excellent timing. “Ah. Lord Belamy. What of-“ He stopped, blinking as he truly looked at them for the first time.

Young Belamy, a lad of eighteen—and Emil had been sure a moment ago that he was in fact a lad—struggled for breath as he hauled a hanging, heavy belly almost larger than the rest of his body, barely keeping up with his father. His distended, red bellybutton nearly scraped the cobblestones. Lord Belamy too was swollen, the buttons of his suit broken around a new paunch. Earlier that week, at the most recent ball, his abs had been flat.

Unable to process what he was seeing, Emil simply stared. “The magic of a demon goddess! Ah, what a wonder,” Lord Belamy laughed, giving his belly a slap. “Seems it needs not a natural womb to burrow in. Any port in a storm, as they say. Fascinating. And uncomfortable. I wonder if you yet might be spared, Your Highness. Pardon—Your Majesty. Perhaps if we all survive with our senses about us, I’ll grow used to that.”

“Y-… You… ah…” Emil swallowed. “You’re… pregnant.”

“Not as much so as my son,” he said, patting the poor lad on the shoulder. “Over a hearty dinner, he suddenly complained of feeling quite full. And, well… simply continued getting fuller.”

Young Belamy moaned, barely supporting himself. With his Prowess, Emil could hear five or six imps squirming inside him. “I’m so heavy… Gonna… burst…”

Shaking off his stupefaction, Emil flagged down a guard. “Get this lad some help, like the women affected by the curse. And pass on the word that this will slowly happen to everyone. We need as few people outside as possible, be they woman or man.”

The guard agreed and helped young Belamy stagger into a shop. Thanking Emil, his father followed.

Looking sick, the messenger trotted off after them, rubbing his own gut, which seemed larger than a moment ago. “Thought it was indigestion… Gods above…”

Backing against a wall to rest, Drogo cowered within his cloak. “This has to be a joke.”

Joining him, Emil frowned at his friend. “Perhaps, to the demon army, it is. But I assure you their pregnancies were real.”

“Shit,” he swore, fingers digging into the thick fur.

“Indeed. It’s over. Let us take a carriage to the southern gate and order it opened.”

“Excuse me?” Drogo snapped, turning to stare incredulously at him. “What is ‘over’ about it? My men can still fight! I will not allow their king to abandon them!”

“For now, yes, they can still fight. But the demon army is not at the gate right now,” Emil said. “At the pace they walked, they will be here in maybe an hour or two. And what state will our men be in then? Will their armor still fit? Will they be able to focus their aim while ignoring the imps’ squirming? Is it fair to demand they rush about with wombs they may barely be able to lift? Look me in the eyes and tell me you will feel morally secure ordering our soldiers to ward off an army as they battle through the pains of labor. Which, mind you, they will be completely mentally unprepared for, as this is a situation no human male has ever had to contemplate.”

Having lost the nerve to keep eye contact, Drogo glared down at the wine-colored street, cloak held closed by one shaking hand. “Shit… Shit, shit, shit!”

Emil clenched his own fists. “I’m sorry. Truly, I am so sorry, to you, and to everyone else I now rule. I know how you feel. I don’t like this either. We dreamt so long, studied so hard, trained like our lives depended on it, waiting for the day I’d be king and you’d be captain. I hate that my first order to our army has to be a command to surrender…”

Drogo did not respond, lost in his own dread.

Flagging down another guard, Emil asked for a new carriage to be brought. As he saw it coming, he turned back toward his friend. “We have to go, Drogo. Come on, let’s get inside before we too are cursed.”

Again, he did not respond.

“Drogo?” Emil asked. Suddenly concerned, he flared his Prowess and listened to the frantic beating of the man’s heart.

And the multiple, smaller heartbeats accompanying it.

“Oh no,” Emil gasped, rushing to his side. “Drogo-“

“Don’t say it,” he demanded.

“Drogo, you’re-“

“Do not say it!” he snapped, breathing heavily and sweating a storm. “If you say it out loud, you’ll make it real.”

Emil shook his head. “Refusing to acknowledge it won’t make it not real.”

Comforting his friend, Emil steered Drogo toward the carriage and helped him inside, sitting with him on the bench. The guard captain sat shaking and clutching his cloak for dear life as the horses began trotting.

“Let me see,” Emil said, softly.

Drogo hesitated a long minute before allowing the cloak to be pushed aside. His belly was small as of yet, compared to Belamy’s, but distinctly bloated, leather belt digging into the bottom curve of it harshly. Emil undid the buckle of that belt, lifting the man’s shirt, from where it was tucked into the waist of his pants, for a better look. The buckle had left a red impression in his skin, which was also crossed by dozens of scars from years of battle, stretched and distorted by the bloat. Drogo’s once proud abs smoothed and faded into his newly expanded middle. His bellybutton seemed shallow, as if it could push out any minute. Gently, Emil placed a hand on him and felt around. His belly was firm, but not hard, like a very large peach.

Drogo shivered, letting out a small noise, and Emil stopped. Partly to apologize for upsetting his friend, which Drogo forgave him for, giving him permission to continue. And partly to stop to ask himself what in Hazaelia’s Void he was doing.

Poor Drogo probably thinks I’m examining him like some doctor, diagnosing his exact state of progress and reasoning how to help him, Emil thought. Truth was… Emil just wanted to touch that belly. Perhaps the demonic moonlight had touched Emil’s mind, because he found it stuffed with lustful thoughts. There was an unexplainable air of eroticism about the perfect roundness of Drogo’s paunch. The weight. The way the man blushed so hard and squirmed in such embarrassment at having it exposed. The way such a strong, masculine warrior shivered with pleasure and allowed a girlish moan to escape his lips as his king touched him. Daring, Emil touched him again! Felt around the sides of his swell, as if sizing him up for medical purposes! Unfortunately, Drogo remained quiet and composed this time, and Emil was ashamed to admit that almost made him mad.

“H-how many do you think are in there?” Drogo asked, a worried crack in his voice.

Emil quickly flared his Prowess and counted heartbeats to find out. One… Two… “I think there are… three? No, four. Definitely four.”

“Four?!” Drogo gasped, suddenly breathing hard and floating slightly off his seat as he panicked and his Prowess lightened him. “Fuck! Hold on, how many did that nobleman’s son have?”

“Five or six,” Emil said, anchoring him with a hand on his thigh.

“So, I won’t be as massive as he was,” he breathed, relieved. “That’s reassuring, though not by much.”

Emil nodded, listening intently to Drogo’s racing heartbeat, the four hearts of the tiny demon fetuses, and the slow, enticing creak of his womb swelling ever larger. “Unless each of his was particularly small, and yours grow particularly large.”

“Don’t suggest such awful possibilities!” he choked. “The bigger they grow, the harder they’ll be to get out, right? Hang about, where will they evacuate in the first place?”

Keeping his Prowess at full power, Emil gently gripped his friend’s belly again, fascinated by the feeling of Drogo swelling against his palm. “I haven’t got a clue. Hopefully, the doctors who deliver young Belamy’s brood will pass that information on to-“

It hit him like a punch to the gut, but from inside. Sensitive as he could make himself, Emil really felt it when something the size of a small apple burst forth into existence between his organs, as if violently shoved there by an intangible fist.

“OH!” he choked, buckling over with the wind knocked out of him and both hands on his stomach.

“Emil!” Drogo sat forward in alarm, holding him by the shoulders. “Emil? Oh gods, it’s happened to you, hasn’t it? I barely noticed when it happened to me, but with your senses…”

“… fi-… I’m fine…” Emil wheezed, steading himself with deep breaths. Dampening his Prowess so his senses returned to normal lost him the ability to feel it at all, and gained him a quick recovery from the shock. “Y-you’re right, I was using my Prowess at maximum strength to examine yours when mine appeared suddenly. I’m quite alright. No need for concern.”

Drogo frowned. “You’re cursed too, now. You’re-…”

“Pregnant, yes.” And shaking with anticipation. Emil let his friend slide his shirt back down as the king moved to the opposite bench, just in case Drogo decided to touch Emil to elicit more girlish moans.

Prowess reignited, he focused on the false womb. Growing downward into a pear shape, the bulbous end kept it in place above his bladder as the stem of said pear stretched to form a tube that pierced into the lowest inches of his intestines, rooting itself. Sprouting its own veins and arteries, the womb wove itself into Emil’s blood supply and officially became one of his organs. Hormones surged suddenly through his bloodstream, Emil’s body behaving strangely as it noticed the obtrusive new resident.

“But we’re out of the moonlight,” Drogo interrupted. “How?”

“Moonlight’s still coming in, a bit,” Emil said, nodding toward the curtained windows. “Besides, we were out in it for a while. Maybe it’s only now caught up with me.”

Biting his lip to stop himself from making any unflattering noises, Emil rode out a growth spurt, the womb expanding quickly to twice its size. Though still it was nowhere near large enough to show on his frame. With the minute vibrations it made, Emil could perceive the contents. Full mostly of liquid, exit tube tightly plugged by a structure of mucous or something, it sat in him like a tiny, round, corked bottle. Stuck to the inner front of the womb was some pillow of tissue, and sprouting from that were a number of strings with bits of flesh the size of grains of rice dangling at their ends. Slowly, Emil realized these must be the imp embryos. Even more slowly, it dawned on him how god damned many of them there were.

“What?” Drogo asked, alarmed by the horror Emil wore openly on his face.

“I-… Th-there are nine of them,” Emil gasped, clutching his as of yet still flat stomach.

“Nine what?” Drogo asked. Then his eyes widened. “Nine?! Inside of you?!”

He nodded.

“You’re absolutely sure?”

“Well, not absolutely. Small internal vibrations can be difficult to count. There may be as many as ten.”

“By the gods, and I complained about four!”

Neither of them spoke much for the rest of the ride. As the carriage wove carefully through the screaming crowds, the wait was agonizing. Emil had nothing to do but sit and feel the slow, creeping growth of his womb. Drogo eventually broke down and allowed himself to moan and rub his belly as it started to swell uncomfortably big, riding his shirt back up to show a strip of skin, and his freshly popped bellybutton. For whatever reason, Emil’s expansion was much, much less expedient. The hormonal cocktail rushing through his blood made him nauseous and tired. His nipples were strangely sore, and his abdomen cramped as the womb ever so gently, yet ruthlessly, began to push his other organs aside for more room.

And there was something unfathomably erotic about it. The glacial spread of his fingers and the fabric of his shirt as he bloated beneath them. The weight of the womb somehow pressing down on just the right spot, growing ever so slightly heavier every minute. There was even something arousing about the helplessness of not being able to stop his body from changing, allowing this thing to grow unchecked, and the humiliation of having to sit quietly in front of another man as it happened.

Emil was raised to be a perfectly behaved prince. In the public eye, he did not get sick, yet here he was red in the face, dripping sweat, trying to massage his cramps away before he puked. He did not overindulge, yet here his stomach began to curve as if he’d wolfed down two meals in a single sitting. He did not get aroused—except in the presence of his eventual queen as she conspired to bear his children—and yet here he sat with nine or ten children growing in his own belly, as Emil carefully considered ripping off Drogo’s pants and touching him in less and less appropriate places until the guard captain could physically no longer contain those adorable noises of pleasure.

Emil internally thanked his tailors, as if they were gods, for designing his undergarments tight and firm such that they did not allow his incredibly confused erection to show. Otherwise, he could not have been convinced to exit the carriage as it stopped a ways from the southern gate.

Drogo made a fruitless effort to pull his shirt down, and his pants up, then let out a huff as he stood with some difficulty and covered himself again with his cloak. It mostly hid him, though it bent slightly at the peak of his belly. “What in the world took so long?” he yelled up to the carriage driver.

“Traffic,” the man called down. “Streets are filled with waddling pregnant people ‘n scampering demons, m’Lord. I’m gonna need a break here to give birth m’self.”

Growling, the guard captain stepped out.

Wiping his face and returning it to a mask of confidence, Emil stood. His womb was the size of an orange, the imps inside the size of peas. Mistakenly, the tightness of his suit accentuated his slight bloat, clinging to the subtle curve of it. People would notice, and there was nothing he could do.

Sighing, Emil found Drogo waiting to help him down from the carriage. He accepted the man’s hand. Gawkers, all with bloated bellies of their own, bearing various sizes, stages and numbers of imps, crowded the sides of the streets behind lines of soldiers in their same condition. They wore no armor, as Emil had predicted. It no longer fit.

A path was made for the king and his captain, which had the unfortunate side effect of making them stand out. Although Emil did his best to compose himself, stand up straight and true, and keep his hands off his middle, the whispers began immediately.

“Look at the way Lord Steelblade’s cloak juts out—he must be cursed too.”

“Forget Lord Steelblade. Look at the king.”

“What about him?”

“Look at the front of his suit. He-… He’s curvaceous.”

Curvaceous! By the gods, Emil wanted to die on the spot.

“Hah! ‘Curvaceous’, to describe His Majesty?”

“Well forgive me, woman, for trying to think of a more flattering term for our nobility than ‘round’!”

Round! Goodness, he wasn’t that big yet, was he?! He dared not stare down at himself to check!

The crowd was absolutely churning with chatter like that, dozens of people realizing Emil must be pregnant like the rest of them and gossiping about it. Wondering when it happened. If he’d noticed. How big he was going to get. How many imps he would push out. And Emil merely had to stand there and listen. What was he to do? Demand silence and admit he’d heard? Admit he was flustered? No. King Emil could admit to no such things. He had to cast off his strange thoughts and hold his society together as the stoic ruler it needed.

Drogo crouched—not all the way, as the half crouch he bent into seemed to strain his swell under the cloak—and leaped hundreds of feet, directly skyward, to peer over the wall. As he floated back down, he rejoined Emil with a frown. “They are here.”

“Open the gates!” Emil commanded his guards. “We surrender with all the dignity we can muster, so that our people might be relieved of this torment!”

A team of soldiers waddled to the gate and began figuring out how to pull it open with their bellies in the way. Dignity indeed.

Marching over, Drogo barked orders at them. “Come on, men, pull!”

The heavy doors made little progress. Three of the men had to pause suddenly and buckle in pain as their waters broke, colorless liquid gushing down the backs of their pants.

“For the gods’ sake!” Drogo groaned, clapping a hand to his forehead.

Something banged against the gates. At the first bang, the team of soldiers froze, startled. The second bang sent them running—well, waddling.

Drogo took a breath, perhaps to order them back into position, then hesitated.

Around the edges of the wood, vines grew. Fingers of green crept into the gaps between the doors and the stone, spooling like thread across the great slabs of iron birch. Stronger they grew, thicker and sturdier, like muscular arms squeezing the enormous doors until the wood began to crack. Creaking ominously, the gates split and splintered, the tops and bottoms bending inward. Finally, with a great snap, they broke, falling to the ground in a deafening crash and a cloud of dust, grass and wood chips.

Hand flying to his belly, Emil felt his womb swell in another growth spurt, and pull, as if magnetically, toward the demoness who had easily breached their city.

#humiliation #hyperpregnancy #impregnation #multiples pregnancy #rapid pregnancy #transformation #vanilla #supernatural #demons #fantasy #submission #a pill

Fri, 20 May 2022 14:31:22

Riley was almost a normal college student. She was a junior. She woke up on the first day of the school year with a grin on her face. She could barely stop herself from skipping to class as she walked through the oblivious freshman and transfer students surrounding her.

She walked through the doors to her favorite class, finding the most comfortable seat among the pillows and beanbags littered across the floor. A freshman came and sat next to her, giving her a small hello.

“Hi! I’m Sarah, this your first time taking the class?”, she asked, and Riley gave a small laugh.

“No, not for me. I take this class every year. It’s my favorite.”, Riley said with a smirk, making Sarah seem to relax into the cushions.

Riley heard the bell ring and the door slammed shut with an audible click and she grinned again. This was the fun part.

She could almost feel herself getting heavier as the teacher walked to the front of the classroom, but she knew she wasn’t really. Not yet. The teacher lit some candles around the room and then sat down at the front, not saying anything.

A single word whispered from his mouth and Riley threw her head back as the first orgasm started. “Begin.”

Riley knew well enough to shed her clothes early on, as her bra was already tightening as she ripped off her skirt. Another orgasm swept through her, and she moaned as she heard some of the freshman scream while the returning students moaned in chorus.

Sarah, who was next to her, started quietly, quick moans like a kitten meowing coming from her mouth. That was until Riley bent down, shoving her face between Sarah’s short skirt, her tongue making Sarah scream in excitement.

Riley stopped as another orgasm ran her over like a truck and she laughed as she felt the all-too familiar pouch forming about her underwear. She moaned, leaning back on her feet as she continued to grow.

She could hear Sarah’s confused sounds as the freshman grew, slower than Riley, but still faster than usual. Riley’s belly button popped loudly in the room of moans and screams and Riley let herself groan loudly as her belly continued to grow.

Sarah’s popped just minutes after Riley’s, and she was less thrilled, screaming as her belly stretched and grew.

At this point, only 20 minutes in, Riley looked pregnant with at least 5. Sarah was behind her, her smaller bump making Riley think she had triplets.

As Riley’s belly continued to grow, tipping her forward, she rearranged so she could still lick Sarah’s pussy, adding more pleasure to the freshman’s experience. Sarah’s bra was still on, and Riley let their bellies clash as she reached to undo it, letting the girl’s breasts spring forward with a moan as the air touched the sensitive nipples.

It was 45 minutes into an hour long class when it all stopped. Riley felt her belly stop growing, and the skin stopped stretching around the mass in her stomach.

Sarah had slowed down sometime during the period, and when Riley gave her a smirking once-over, she was about pregnant with 6 kids, a measly number compared to the 20 that were residing in the junior’s womb.

A glance around the room proved to Riley that she was the biggest in their classroom, once again. She heard a couple groans from the returning class and screams from the new students, and she groaned herself as she felt the contractions start to rip through.

Sarah was sobbing at this point, her legs involuntarily spreading open as a head started to crown from her swollen lips. Riley laid back on the beanbags, swishing her hips from left to right as she felt a baby descend.

It started to crown and she moaned through the ring of fire before a satisfying release of pressure ricocheted through her. She strained to check for a cord around the baby’s neck, already feeling it’s sibling behind it, adding to the pressure.

Satisfied there was no cord, she gave a final push, with the second child’s head popping out right after the first baby’s feet. She continued the process until she was pushing against baby number 15, with the head sliding in and out of her as she pushed.

She felt someone by her head and she looked over to see Sarah, who was finished delivering. “Want some help?”, Sarah asked, and Riley gave a nod.

Sarah went between Riley’s legs, cupping the baby’s head. “Just.. Just pull it out. I’ve got to finish before the bell rings.”, Riley said, and there was a simple hesitation in Sarah’s face.

“Do it, Sarah. P-Pull.”, Riley panted out, and Sarah gripped as gently as she could, pulling the baby free to it’s shoulders. She gave another tug and Riley threw her head back with a scream as the baby came out followed quickly by two more almost falling out of her gaping pussy.

She pushed as the last 3 came with little effort on her part, moving quickly down her stretched reproductive system.

The bell rang just as Riley’s stomach completely deflated, and a group of seniors walked through the room, collecting the children and tagging them for which parent they belonged to.

Riley couldn’t wait for them to join her hundreds of others in the nursery, and she couldn’t wait for the next period. Maybe she’d convince Sarah to return some of the favors that Riley did for her today.

#birth fetish #labor fetish #erotic birth #hyperpregnancy #impregnation #lesbians #multiples pregnancy #public birth #rapid pregnancy #submission

Wed, 04 May 2022 14:30:35

bros before hoes, dude.

(Modnote: Please pay attention to the tags on this story.)

Hey, it’s Charlie here! This kinda just… popped into my head! Hope you like it!

Daniel, Nick, and Austin were gym bros. They worked out 12 hours a week together, went snowboarding on the weekends, they were inseparable. Daniel was by far the youngest of the group, having just turned 18 last weekend, while Nick and Austin were both 27.

None of the guys were small, with Daniel being 6'1" and the other two being at least 5 inches taller than him. Nick and Austin were more built however, with Daniel being as tall and lanky as the other guys were thick and muscular.

Daniel doesn’t remember what happened after the gym on Monday morning, but he woke up naked on a bed, obviously still struggling against some sort of drug. Was his protein powder switched out?

Wait, he got some from Nick, because he had run out on Friday and hadn’t been to the store. Was Nick okay?

“Nick? Nick, are you alright? Are you there?”, Daniel groggily called out, sitting up on the bed. Nick walked up to the end of the bed, also completely naked. As he came out from around the end, kneeling on the bed, Daniel struggled to keep his mouth shut.

Nick’s cock was bigger than anything he had ever seen before, it had to be at least 10 inches long, and as thick as Daniel’s wrist. “Oh I’m fine Daniel.”, Nick said, before lunging at him and having him pinned, face down onto the bed.

“Nick, what’s going- AH!”, Daniel said, cutting himself off with a scream as Nick slammed his cock into his ass. It was so big he was sure it was going to rip him in half. Nick, while still shoving a cock up Daniel’s ass that definitely should not be there, turned Daniel so that he was on his back, and he could see Nick’s face. Nick pulled back before slamming into Daniel again, eliciting another scream from the 18 year old.

“God, you’re fucking tight!”, Nick moaned, pulling back and slamming into him again.

Nick developed a fast rhythm, repeatedly slamming his cock into Daniel until Daniel was just a sobbing mess, his pleas reduced to nothing. Nick reached his high, and Daniel could feel the cum splattering against his insides with such strength, it drove him to his own climax. There was an impossible amount of pressure in Daniel’s stomach, and he watched in horror as his stomach ballooned out.

The pressure continued to build until his belly button audibly popped out, the skin angry and red with stretch marks marring what used to be a six pack. When his stomach stopped growing, he felt kicks slamming into the sides of what he assumed was now a womb. Daniel also noticed that he now had breasts, B’s that leaked milk as they started to bounce when Nick picked up his rhythm again.

He was impossibly pregnant.

Daniel screamed again as Nick slammed his cock into him over and over, going faster than he had before. His last scream was choked off as he felt another cock, as big as or maybe even bigger than Nick’s, slam into his throat. Daniel gagged, but he couldn’t do anything against Austin’s cock as the man used Daniel’s mouth to reach a high.

Both Nick and Austin climaxed at the same time, and the pressure behind Daniel’s stomach made him sob, and would have made him scream if Austin’s cock wasn’t in the way. His stomach ballooned out so that he could barely see Nick’s face, kicks constantly slamming into the sides of his massively pregnant belly. His breasts grew as well, becoming Double D’s as they continued to leak milk.

The sight of him alone must have been enough for Austin, because Daniel felt more and more cum slide down his throat, adding more pressure to his stomach and making it balloon out at least 6 more inches, blocking Nick’s face completely.

Nick and Austin repeated the steps, pounding into Daniel and climaxing over and over again. Both men probably came at least 7 more times, but Daniel lost count after 2, when they had to turn him on his side so his stomach and boobs wouldn’t suffocate him. Each bucket of cum from one of the men pushed his stomach out a good 6 or 7 inches more, and stretched his boobs a good 3 sizes.

By the end of it, Daniel’s stomach protruded at least 10 feet in front of him, the skin constantly rippling and almost bruising with kicks and punches. His breasts were constant fountains of milk, and his brain was reduced to nothing. His face had a blank look, and he drooled as Nick thrust his cock back into his ass, only needing 1 thrust to release another bucket of cum into him, swelling his stomach and boobs again.

As Nick pulled his cock out, Austin shoved his in, thrusting until he had reached his climax, coming inside Daniel. Except this time something was different. Daniel’s stomach swelled, as well as his breasts, but also a release of fluid gushed from his ass, and his muscles clenched around Austin’s cock, trapping the member there.

His giant belly shifted, and something was pressing hard down into him. His brain was screaming that he should push against the pressure, and he weakly responded, his muscles contracting and pushing the mass of pressure down until it was pressed against Austin’s cock. Austin moaned at the contact, his cock growing harder and harder as Daniel’s brain kept him pushing.

Daniel pushed Austin’s cock out of him just as Austin came, and then there was a baby’s head pressing against his tight rim. The head had to be as big as a grapefruit, and Daniel screamed as it pushed against the tight ring of muscle. Daniel’s face turned into a grimace as he pushed the baby’s head out. He felt Nick’s hands check something around his ass, but his brain just kept him pushing, intent on getting this baby out.

After around a minute, the baby popped out, a gush of fluid coming with it. The baby starts wailing, and Daniel can barely feel it as Nick holds it to his breast, overcome by the feeling of another baby pressing against him.

It takes 20 minutes before Daniel’s stomach is back to normal, his six pack glistening with sweat, Nick and Austin ever rotating the screaming babies and slowly draining his boobs. When they’re done, the 20 kids are the size of 2 year old toddlers, and are all in various stages of sleeping, some just laying there and rocking back and forth while giggling. Others are saying various words, just non-coherently saying random words.

Nick and Austin disappear for a few minutes, carrying the kids away. Daniel doesn’t remember them coming back as he passes out, exhausted from everything that happened.

When Daniel wakes up to his alarm, his phone says that it’s Tuesday morning, and his alarm title is “GYM WITH THE BROS!”. Daniel gets up, getting dressed and brushing off his memories as a really, really strange dream.

There’s protein powder in his cupboard, so he must have gone shopping. He gets to the gym and everything is normal, with his “dream” falling to the back of his mind, but whenever Nick stands a little too close behind him on a squat or Austin’s just a little to close to his head while he’s benching, Daniel knows.

He doesn’t say anything though, even when he wakes up on the same bed a month later.

because bros before hoes, dude.

#noncon #humiliation #hyperpregnancy #impregnation #multiples pregnancy #pregnant sex #rapid pregnancy #threesome #forced impregnation #forced pregnancy #submission #a charlie

Fri, 25 Mar 2022 14:30:23

What The Boss Offered Part 2

Mr. Boone walked into his office at 9am sharp and grinned at the sight before him. Beside his desk stood Sabine, holding a steaming cup of coffee, and sporting two wet spots on the front of her uniform. Well, Boone insisted it was a uniform, but it wasn’t exactly within company policy. It was a white bikini bathing suit that was nowhere near large enough to cover Sabine’s enormous breasts. She was still pregnant; he had made sure of that—now nearly fifteen months along and looking rounder and juicier than ever. He strode over to her, pulled her bikini top to one side, and squeezed to express the first milky stream of the day. She gave a small, stifled sound as a surprisingly strong jet of milk spurted out, splattering Boone’s suit jacket. She looked horrified and began to apologize, but he waved a dismissive hand, chuckling.

“No need to worry, honey, you’re just more full than usual today. How about we go take care of that?”

She nodded hesitantly, unsure of what he meant. Almost all her time was now spent in Boone’s office, getting milked and fucked and occasionally also doing the job she was hired for. She hadn’t seen most of her coworkers in a while. Boone walked past her, behind his desk, and opened a drawer, pulling out a rhinestone collar and a lead. He lifted them up to show her.

“I’m going to walk you around the office so you can help everyone out with their morning coffee, and then we can really get down to business. If you’re quiet and you don’t spill, then maybe I’ll give you a treat later.” She nodded again. Mr. Boone’s “treats” were usually orgasm-based, but she was hoping that maybe this time, he would allow her to finally give birth. She was exhausted from lugging her gargantuan, overdue belly around all the time.

He fastened the collar around her neck and walked her out, keeping ahead by a few steps and tugging on the lead. She felt so overwhelmed by the intense fullness in her breasts and belly that she hardly noticed any embarrassment about her colleagues seeing her in her skimpy “uniform.” Mr. Boone walked her around the office, starting with the executives. He greeted each person and asked if they’d like any milk. For those that did, he instructed Sabine to express it by squeezing her nipple directly into the person’s cup. The company’s CFO asked if he could have some from the source, and Mr. Boone agreed. The CFO stood up and attacked her breast with his mouth, sucking and lapping at her with his tongue so forcefully that she began to gasp and moan. Boone tugged sharply on her lead, and she fell silent again. He continued to pull her around, addressing each worker at their desk and letting Sabine empty her breasts for anyone who wanted milk. Finally, they returned to Boone’s office, and he removed the lead but not the collar.

“It looks nice on you,” he said, and handed her a glass of cold water, which she accepted gratefully. “You were pretty good out there, so you can have your treat.” He saw her eyes widen. “Not right now, you have work to do. Later.”

The work she had to do, it turned out, was to kneel underneath his desk and suck his cock while he checked his email. Being so cramped when she was so round was hell on her back, but the promise of a treat later that day kept her mind off the discomfort for the most part.

She went about her normal duties for the rest of the day—making copies, letting Mr. Boone fuck her cleavage, answering the phone, and massaging Mr. Boone’s shoulders while he ate lunch. At 5pm, he got up from his desk and picked up the lead again.

“Are you ready for your treat, pet?”

She felt so excited. Finally, after months of serving him, she felt sure that he would finally let her give birth. She had always thought that it would be in his en suite bathroom, but it made sense when he led her to the packed conference room and helped her up onto the table. Almost everyone was there, and they looked ravenous. Boone unclipped the lead and whispered in her ear, “be a good girl,” then took a step back and addressed the room at large. “Sabine’s about ready to pop, so have at her!”

Sabine didn’t have time to respond at all before they fell on her. Men’s hands were grabbing her from every direction, tearing off her uniform and pushing into her holes with reckless abandon. She felt a contraction hit her hard at the same time as a wave of relief when the CFO latched onto her refilled breast again and started eagerly sucking away. Someone else grabbed her other breast and another tongue began to lap at her clit as hands pulled her legs apart. Her muscles contracted again, and she began to pant heavily, but was interrupted by three men trying to shove their cocks into her mouth simultaneously. She opened wide to accommodate them as she felt more men try to enter her ass and pussy. Even more cocks rubbed up and down her sides, under her arms, against her feet and hands, and soon enough her colleagues were spurting cum all over her bulging, writhing body. Her waters gushed out of her, and she contracted again, her moans muffled by her mouthful of cocks, and mercifully the men trying to fuck her pussy made way for her baby as she started to crown. The baby, over five months overdue, was enormous, but Sabine strained and pushed and finally she was born. Someone placed the baby on her chest to feed. Once her colleagues were finished, Sabine lay on the conference table, utterly exhausted and covered with cum, and opened her eyes to see Mr. Boone above her.

“Well, Sabine,” he said to her, offering the lead again. “Your performance this quarter has been really spectacular. So much so that I’d love to have you assist me on a personal project.”

Before she had time to process what he meant, he had reattached the lead and shoved his cock deep into her pussy, coming almost immediately. He patted her still-round belly affectionately. “I’m glad you’re on board. Let’s get a coffee soon and go over the details.”

#forced impregnation #hyperpregnancy #pregnant sex #gang rape #birth denial #humiliation #submission

Sat, 19 Mar 2022 14:30:21

The Satellite Campus

Brax Town University was one of the most prestigious schools in the entire country. Excellent staff, some of the best professors in academia, and the most technologically high end campuses in the world. It was natural that it was one of the big universities that people turned to for a groundbreaking solution when the birth rate crisis got worse. The expense of having a child and the infertility age becoming younger every day was no laughing matter.

Brax Town University delivered on the expectations people had but not in the way they expected. They constructed a satellite campus a mere 3 miles away from main that would be wholly focused on its “special” program.

Essentially, anyone 18 or older capable of bearing children would be able to attend, only having to pay for rent and those unable to give birth could take on campus jobs to support the pregnant students for the same benefits. Over the course of the 16 week semesters, students will go through a single pregnancy while they attend classes like normal. Applications and transfer requests for the campus skyrocketed in an instant, thousands itching to get in just for the free tuition.

Ilyana was in awe at the amount of people on the campus after orientation ended. Ilyana was a first year student fresh out of highschool and extremely excited to get accepted by the campus. The pregnancy part awas weird to her and not preferred by her parents, but free tuition was way too appealing to pass up. She’d heard several students remark about their excitement to get pregnant and she couldn’t lie, she was too.

Orientation was fairly standard for the most part until they started getting to the details about our pregnancies. The day after orientation, everyone on campus would have until next week to get pregnant and for that week only, campus attendance could have sex wherever they wanted. Students and adults from nearby campuses and towns were invited to come and fuck the styThey’d offer IVF at health services if people didn’t want to do that but the room of students seemed to shut out that idea immediately.

Ilyana fiddled with the wrist watch. These were supposed to monitor everything pregnancy and health related. It also contained the brax town patented pregnancy acceleration, fertility and inducer drugs. Supposedly, there were certain other functions of the watch that wouldn’t be relevant until it was time to give birth though.

Ilyana shifted through the mingling crowds to the dormitories. Each dorm space would have four people total throughout the entirety of the year. She hadn’t met any of her roommates in person, just on the campus messenger app.

She finally approached her dorm door and opened it to see 3 other students standing in what she assumed was the living room. One was a petite, brown skinned girl with short curly hair wearing narrow glasses. To her left was a red headed girl with freckles spattered across her face. Most noticeable about her, was the extremely low cut chest of her shirt that showed off a good amount of cleavage. Then, sitting on the couch in simple jeans and a shirt was a young man.

“Hello new roomie! My name is Olive,” the red headed girl rushed over and hugged Ilyana tightly.

The young man gave a small saluting gesture. “My name is Lex, nice to meet you.”

Olive released the hug and pointed to the other, timid looking girl with the curls. “That’s Aisha, she just got here before you.”

Aisha gave a small wave. “The other two called the first room, so I guess roomies too.”

“I’m Ilyana, it’s nice to meet you all,” Ilyana said.

The group spent the rest of the night getting to know each other before they would spend the next few months together studying and growing babies.

Olive was here mostly because she always wanted to have a baby. Her highschool boyfriend had broken up with her when they were about to have their first time when she mentioned something along the lines of “put a baby in her”. Even though she assured him it was just a kink thing, it turned into an argument about future kids.

Lex was here because of the free tuition. With the money he would save not paying for college, he planned on completing his transition once he graduated. He said these next 4 years would be the last time his pussy would get any use.

Aisha was here because of her parents. They were pretty rich entrepreneurs that saw opportunities in everything. Brax Town’s prestige and the fact that they could broadcast that their daughter was doing something for the good of humanity was appealing to them and their public image.

The next morning was the start of impregnation week. By the time Ilyana and the other three woke up, they could hear a huge amount of moaning from outside and through the walls of the dorm.

Lex looked out the dorm window to see a couple doing it behind the bushes.

“People just couldn’t wait huh…” he muttered.

“Well maybe we should get an early start too,” Ilyana said, taking a sip from her coffee. The sooner they all got pregnant, the better.

Everyone agreed and went about their ways to find a good person to get them pregnant for the semester.

It had been a few hours since her dorm group split up, and the main campus was still an orchestra of sensual noises and all kinds of orgasms. Ilyana was just going to call it a day and return to the dorm. Doing it in public? Possibly with multiple people? She much preferred to have some privacy. Maybe the library would be best.

Ilyana was walking up the stairs to the library when she heard a familiar voice pitched up into a moan coming from foliage to the side of the stairs. Curious, Ilyana sneakily tiptoed through the brush to see if it was one of her roommates. The moaning and what sounded like wet smacking grew louder as Ilyana snuck closer. Ilyana got behind a tree and looked out to see where the pair was. Her eyes were greeted by a short young woman with brown skin and short black curly hair - Aisha - getting pounded doggy style by some titan of a man wearing a foreign school letterman. Probably one of the off campus boys who were allowed on canvas.

“Oh fuck, babe, I can’t hold out much longer,” the man said, gripping Aisha’s hips harder.

“Oh oh oh oh, cum inside me, CUM INSIDE THIS PUSSY,” she threw her head back as the man thrusted deep into her pelvis. He let out a grunt and Aisha answered with a whimpering cry. Milky white liquid started to drip from between them as they gasped for breath to recover from their endeavor.

With that, Ilyana retreated and snuck back out onto the main stairwell, feeling just the least bit jealous. She thought for a moment that she should go back and maybe join them but thought better of it as soon as she heard them starting to moan rhythmically again.

She continued to the library and found it surprisingly devoid of sexual activity. There were a few campus workers loading the library shelves with new books and stocking the book store with anything a student could need.

She walked up each flight of stairs to the top level, where silent study was contained. There was only one campus worker on the level. He looked like he was taking a break from loading up articles on the shelves. Then their eyes met.

Ilyana didn’t remember the conversation that had got them to the point or how long the two had been up there, but before she knew it, She had tossed her flats off her feet and began shimmying her panties off and the worker was deep inside her.

He pumped into her yearning pussy faster. Ilyana felt his dick tremble with anticipation and started to imagine the next few weeks. She imagined the small yet firm bump that would be at the base of her middle and how its skin would steadily balloon into a fertile, life filled mound. She imagined the baby’s kicks within her and the weight making her belly drop. She thought about her belly button popping out and her skin becoming peppered with stretch marks.

Ilyana felt her once virgin walls clench around the cock as her mind continued to wander. She thought about how big and full of milk her tits would get. The idea of her having to squeeze milk out of them to relieve the pressure inside made her squeeze her currently modest breasts and moan. She imagined the same worker 16 weeks from now bending her over a study table and fucking her as her milk filled tiddies and huge belly hung and jjiggled. She even imagined the intense pressure of the baby coming out of her. The mere thought made her crazed to actually make it a reality.

“Cum inside me! GET ME PREGNANT! FUCK ME PREGNANT,” She screamed in an orgasmic frenzy, her awkwardness escaping with her words.

The student worker grunted and sped up his thrusts. She felt the growing head of his cock impact her cervix in one final stab. A load of warm cum flowed into her like a running faucet and Ilyana’s mouth was agape with the feeling of orgasm washing over her. She drank in what air she could. Their bodies came down from the high and they laid there amidst the books as his thick cum began to seep from her still dick filled vagina.

“Wanna go again?” He whispered in her ear.

Still panting, she nodded and felt a serene sense of ecstasy.

Ilyana finally returned to the dorm after an hour more alone with the employee, stumbling past a few couples doing it in the lobby. She was greeted to the sight of Lex reading a book on the couch with a frustrated look on his face and what sounded like Olive singing gleefully in the shower.

“No luck?” Ilyana asked as she headed for her and Aisha’s room.

“Yes and no,” Lex said, flipping aimlessly through the comic pages. “Only guy I could get to do it with me was just…terrible.”

“Told you, you should have joined an orgy like me,” Olive suddenly came out of the shower in a towel. “Where one disappoints, others can pick up the slack.”

Lex scoffed and returned to reading his book. The door to the dorm opened up slowly, and Aisha came stumbling in. Each step she took looked pained, but she had a look of thorough satisfaction on his face. That guy from earlier must have done a number on her.

“Well, well at least I’m not the only one who got something good today,” Olive said, looking Aisha up and down.

The four spent their evening resting from the day’s events. Played a few games, watched some movies, and gossiped about the people they had ‘fun’ with during the day.

The next morning, Ilyana was awoken by joyous shouting from the bed across from her. She opened her eyes to see Aisha staring at her watch with a big smile on her face.

“I’m pregnant! I did it!” Aisha yelled. Ilyana had completely forgotten how rapid the confirmation would be. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her watch’s health monitor. The words she needed and wanted were there.

“Pregnant”

By the end of the week, 100% of the campus student body was pregnant. It started out as a joyous occasion until classes started and everyone started feeling the effects of morning sickness. Surprisingly, even some of the professors were seen running out to the bathroom or throwing up in a bucket mid class.

However, after that first week everything went back to being up beat. Mostly because everyone by the end of week 2 could feel the subtle firmness in their belly. Students were already doing comparisons of their tiny bumps.

Real excitement didn’t hit until around midterms. This week most students would get their ultrasounds of the midpoint of their pregnancy. Ilyana and Olive were the only ones in their dorm who had to stay behind. The campus thought it would be exciting for half the students to go about the rest of their pregnancies with surprise. This made Ilyana nervous as can be though. Her belly was already measuring larger than normal according to the books she read. She had to rely on comfort from Aisha, who was about as big as she was, to ease her worries.

Olive and Lex took being pregnant in stride though. Olive always wore crop tops to show off her growing belly and deep cut collared shirts to present her milk filling breasts. Ilyana was envious of how well and sexy she looked. Lex had the smallest belly out of everyone, so he walked around like it was nothing.

She couldn’t help being just a bit jealous of his easy time of it, but she liked feeling big too. Aisha was the same but she openly complained a lot more than Ilyana, which is exactly what she started doing when the door swung open.

“This baby is going to be huge!” Aisha wailed, holding her pronounced bump.

“Told you it wasn’t gonna all be fluid,” lex said, flipping through the ultrasound photos.

“What about you lex?” Ilyana asked.

“Oh, baby is doing great, just a little small of course”

Aisha plopped on the couch and laid her head on Ilyana’s lap.

“Pushing our babies out in a few weeks is gonna hurt isn’t it,” Aisha said. “Hope yours is at least smaller than mine.

The statement didn’t do much for Ilyana’s nerves. But a part of her hoped Aisha was wrong.

Another chunk of weeks passed and it was finally time. Finals had just ended with much excitement besides a professor having her water break mid testing. It was a sight seeing her deny she’d been in labor and walk out of the test with a large head crowning, but at least that meant they’d get more lenient grades on their finals. Now, Ilyana could just relax and wait for the birth of her baby.

Ilyana’s belly gurgled with the movement of her baby as she laid on the couch. She tried her best to soothe the rolling, taut skin of her overtaxed stomach but it was no use. Ilyana looked twice the size of the others. Her stomach was veiny and had stretch marks sprouting from where her now flat

"I love you, but I wish you wouldn’t make such a fuss,” she whispered close to her womb. A slight contraction tightened her back and bump in retort. Now that finals were over for her, it was only a matter of time before she was pushing out her little one. All of them for that matter were close.

Aisha laid uncomfortably on the couch next to her. Her large baby bump almost dwarfed her diminutive figure in size, her shirt not even able to cover the stretch mark littered underside of her dropped belly. Aisha was a good bit shorter than Ilyana and that made her equally larged sized belly all the heavier on her frame.

“I can’t believe the time is finally here,” Ilyana said as she rubbed her active bump.

“Yeah, finally, time to get this not so little asshole out of me,” Aisha said, holding the stretched out underside of her belly. “I feel like I’m almost 2 weeks overdue here!”

Lex snickered. “You only have your gene’s and your new boyfriend to blame for that.”

Aisha groaned. By tomorrow some or all of them will be in labor with their babies.

The next morning, the start of birth week began. Ilyana woke up to a tense feeling in her abdomen and groaned with the pain. The week prior most of the student body had experienced Braxton’s hicks contractions, but this contraction Ilyana felt was so much more intense. She laid in her bed for a second longer in order to let it pass.

Ilyana looked over to the bed across the room and saw Aisha still sound asleep with her bump protruding from the covers.

Ilyana heaved her swollen form out of bed and put on some sweatpants and a hoodie, the only thing that would cover her belly from the winter air.

She walked out of the bedroom into the dorm living room. It was quiet. Lex usually goes on a morning run around this time so his absence was expected even though he could go into labor at any moment. Olive must’ve made some plans last night for today.

After eating a small breakfast of fruit and toast, Ilyana decided to go out too. As soon as she opened the door she was greeted with a cacophony of moaning and screaming in the hallway. There were two girls at the end of the hall, one sat on a bench with her legs spread wide and another knelt between her legs. The bench girl’s face was red and her super smooth bump was shaded similarly. The other girl grimaced as her pants wetted and started to drip with fluid.

Ilyana would have been worried if the campus didn’t keep such close tabs on the students and babies safety. Medics were probably scattered across the campus and the watches that told them their pregnancy status had early warning systems in place to make sure birth was optimal for both parent and child.

Ilyana felt another contraction course through her belly as she watched the girls. It was almost 30 minutes since she woke up to the first one, but her own watch beeped to confirm in bold text that she was in labor. She rubbed the side of her contracting dome. Ilyana continued to walk away from the two girls and left the dorm.

There seemed to be a bit more commotion outside of the dorms than in. Off to one side of the dorm area, Ilyana saw a girl completely nude, gripping her squatted thighs with a huge head spreading her open. Another girl already had a baby latched to her nipple, but looked like she was trying to push out another. Ilyana heard a guttural shriek as one girl on a gurney was rushed away by the campus medic team with her belly tight and contorted in the air. The next few days would probably be much of the same sights.

Ilyana continued her morning exploration across campus that lasted only an hour or 2 contractions worth of time. She’d almost run into a group of girls and boys having an orgy. If there was one thing Ilyana didn’t feel like doing with a huge baby resting on her cervix, it was have sex. Yet a lot of students seemed to be doing to stave off their labor pains. She wondered if that was what Olive was doing.

When Ilyana waddled near the cross country run path, she saw a young man bent over the railing. Just one look at his form and she recognized him as Lex.

“Hey, Lex!” Ilyana shouted as she made her way awkwardly towards him.

He didn’t answer her. All Ilyana heard as she got closer was a low growl coming from his throat. Lex still had the smallest belly of the 4 girls, but it was both large enough and only covered by a dri-fit shirt tight enough that she could see it change shape with a contraction.

“H-hey, Lex, are you in labor-”

Suddenly a splash of fluid filled Lex’s shorts and trickled down his legs.

“Fuck! Yes, I’m in labor!” He cried out.

“Ok, hold on, let’s get you back to the field area where it’s more comfortable,” Ilyana waddled over and put his arm around her shoulders.

“How long have you been in labor like this?” Ilyana asked.

“It -oooooohhh- it just started suddenly, it feels too fast, I swear I can feel it coming down,” Lex said through gritted teeth while holding his bump.

The pair crossed out of the running path and into the main track and field area. Several girls were on their hands and knees or squatting babies out of their pussies. A medic staff tent across the way was also bustling with activity.

Lex grabbed Ilyana’s shoulder harder as another contraction tore through him. His small belly visibly shrinking under the fabric of his shirt. Lex gritted his teeth under the strain. An on campus medic stationed at the field rushed toward the pair.

“Something doesn’t feel right!” Lex shouted as he collapsed to his knees on the dirt. Ilyana, doing the same, was at a loss at what to do for him other than rub his back in a comforting manner. A contraction of her own started to grip her abdomen. She stifled her reaction as best she could for her friends sake, but a hum of pain still came from her lips.

One of the medics got right to getting Lex’s shorts and underwear off. Lex suffered through another contraction as the medic forced two of his fingers into his squeezing canal.

The medic grimaced. “You’re fully dilated, but your baby is in breech, bum and legs are coming first.”

“AHHHHHHH, FUCK!” Lex screamed holding his stomach.

“Don’t worry, you and your baby will be fine, just nice slow pushes,” said the Medic.

Lex got in his hands and knees then bore down slightly. The medic angled themselves behind Lex and Ilyana continued to rub his back through the contraction. The contraction stopped and Lex stopped pushing while muttering several curses. He remained in this position for 15 minutes until the bottom of his baby reached the opening of his slit.

“I can feel it going through already,” Lex said, rocking his hips. The medic gave Ilyana their water canteen to give to Lex a while ago. He barely got a sip before his stomach became hard as a rock.

Lex bore down again and suddenly yelped. “Shit. It burns!”

“The prosterior and legs are coming at the same time,” The medic spread his already stretching pussy. “Keep pushing, I’ll support the baby.”

From her position, Ilyana could see the beginnings of feet edge out of his pussy. Lex gritted his teeth and hissed out a breath as the baby spread out his stinging canal. The legs popped out and then the rest of the body slid out to the baby’s elbows that were now stretching him wider than the bum and legs.

“Ahhh fuck, it hurts too much, just pull it out of me,” Lex said weakly.

The medic was already gently pulling while holding the baby up by its torso. Lex felt the contraction start to ebb away and gave one big push to free the arms and shoulders. Now only the head was left.

“You’re doing great Lex,” Ilyana encouraged despite her own contractions getting closer together. Lex answered with a weak thumbs up that was interrupted by what would be the last contraction.

The medic checked the knock of the baby and gave Lex the all clear. Lex screamed out as he pushed the head out of him, fluid and blood started to drip onto the ground. Lex’s belly outlined the shape of his womb as the contraction peaked. The head inched out until Lex gasped in relief and a splatter of fluid hit the ground.

The baby started to wail after the medic gave it a few back rubs. The medic waved down two other medics and they brought over a gurney. Lex had already fallen to his side, panting steadily.

Then the medics loaded up Lex and put his baby on his chest. The pudge of his belly still contracted slightly trying to get the placenta out.

Ilyana didn’t get the chance to say much else to him in the medics rush to get him to the med facility for care.

Ilyana got up awkwardly off the ground and rubbed the underside of her bump, her baby felt so much lower than when she first happened on Lex. The last contraction she had was also a lot longer and more painful.

“Won’t be long now I guess…” she thought looking at some of the other girls on the track nursing their newborns.

Ilyana decided to continue walking around campus in order to progress a bit faster. Girls were laboring everywhere on campus in any position possible. Trying to waddle to the medical center with babies crowning in their pants, cradling their bumps as if it would fall off. An hour or four contractions passed before Ilyana felt tired of walking and decided to rest.

She went to the campus science lecture hall where it was a bit quieter. The seats in the hall were made specifically for pregnant people like her. Ilyana immediately reclined in the seat and rubbed her stomach, the pressure was steadily increasing in her pelvis.

Just as she went to check her dilation, she heard a loud, familiar scream come from one of the nearby lecture halls. Ilyana, curious, heaved herself up to investigate.

The moaning, screaming and the additional oddly placed laughing grew in volume as she got close to a lab hall. She looked through the door window and saw an unsurprising sight.

Olive was bent over one of the lab tables with one of the building custodians deep inside her pussy. Her belly and oversized tits swung with each thrust of his cock. It almost made Ilyana’s pussy ache for that feeling.

Ilyana saw Olive’s belly quiver with a contraction but she didn’t react in pain. It looked like it was turning her on. She started backing on to the man’s dick to force him deeper. He started moving faster and then, a gush of fluid and cum spilled out onto the floor and the man’s crotch.

“Oh my God, you popped me,” Olive said with a quiver in her voice.

“Shit, we should sto-”

“No! You make labor feel so good, put your dick in my ass,” Olive moaned, rubbing her hanging belly and leaking tits. “Fuck me while I push.”

The man looked hesitant, but couldn’t seem to resist the red head’s proposal. He stuck his dick into her plump ass and started thrusting. Ilyana could see Olive’s hanging belly contract further as she started to massage her big breasts and her face cried out in ecstasy.

“She should be just fine,” Ilyana whispered as she walked past the room. Ilyana then decided to go back to the dorm.

Ilyana hadn’t realized how long she’d been out until she got outside, the sun was already starting to set on the campus grounds. The amount of girls on the grounds had decreased a bit.

The walk to the dorm was made more difficult by Ilyana’s hastening contractions and the increased weight on her pelvis. She waddled heavily with one hand on the small of her back out of breath. She opened the door to the dorm to hear someone howl in pain.

Ilyana waddled toward the sound of the screaming. It was coming from the same place as the running shower water. Ilyana opened the bathroom door and saw Aisha in the corner of the shower, legs pulled back to their limit and gigantic orb of her belly squeezed between them. Aisha’s pussy was pushing out into an enormous bulge, yet her opening was still a slim slit.

“Holy shit, Aisha,” Ilyana said in disbelief. Her baby looked humongous trying to crown.

“Oh, Ilyana, it hurts so bad! It’s stuck, it’s stuck!” Aisha howled as her belly visibly contracted. The head came forward ever so slightly and then receded. Tears streamed Aisha’s face along with the shower water. Ilyana waddled over to Aisha and got on her knees awkwardly between her legs. The pressure and seizing of her own stomach made it difficult.

“Aisha, you have to use small pushes,” Ilyana said as she cupped the huge head. “You aren’t wide enough!”

Aisha’s biowatch shifted to yellow. If it went to red, campus EMT’s would be alerted and rush over.

“I can’t wait! I have to push! I HAVE TO PUSH!” Aisha bore down against Ilyana’s palm and the baby’s head started to spread her wide. Ilyana kept her hand firm on the baby’s head, she couldn’t let Aisha tear.

Then suddenly, a contraction stronger than previous ones seized Ilyana’s stretched belly. Something felt different though, there was a lot of pressure building in her canal like a dam ready to burst. Ilyana unconsciously pushed Aisha’s baby back into her in an attempt to brace against her own contraction.

Aisha shrieked and arched her back as she felt her baby recede. “AHHHHHH, STOP ILYA!”

Ilyana snapped back to reality and stopped applying pressure, seeing her friend in pain made the growing puddle in her pants go unnoticed. “I’m so sorry, Aisha,” she said in alarm.

The head started moving forward again and the small slit of her pussy started opening up into a wide ring.

The burn made Aisha grit her teeth and groan. Ilyana’s persisting contraction and seeing her friend in such pain made her anxiety shoot up. “What if her baby was this big,” she thought.

Ilyana couldn’t tell whether or not Aisha’s contraction had stopped at all. Her stomach looked like it was constantly compressing on her.

“FUCK ITS GONNA RIP ME APART,” She screamed as her pussy kept spreading. Ilyana was amazed that it could even contain the head. The flesh around it was quickly losing its color. The head slid forward as Aisha kept desperately bearing down.

The lips pulled outward, gripping the features of the baby’s face. The head slowly but steadily popped out, rubberbanding Aisha’s small lips around its neck.

“You’re doing so good, Aisha!” Ilyana proclaimed, trying to encourage her.

Aisha didn’t seem to register what she’d said at all even if the contraction finally eased off. Her still full stomach heaved with each deep breath she took. Ilyana rubbed her belly soothingly and after a few minutes it started growing hard again. Aisha’s breathing took a faster pace as she prepared to push the shoulders out.

They proved to be just as big as the head. When Aisha bored down her stomach compressed to show the outline of her womb and the lips of her already stretched pussy. She pushed on the top side of her belly to add more pressure on the baby.

Ilyana was in awe at the small girl pushing out such huge shoulders. The body kept moving forward and then finally released with a huge gush of fluid and blood filling the shower floor. Aisha’s belly deflated and she fell back into the shower wall.

Ilyana caught the baby and brought it up to lay on Aisha’s stomach. Aisha vacantly rubbed the baby’s back until it started wailing. Ilyana brought herself to her feet to turn off the showerhead and get something to sever the umbilical cord with.

Getting Aisha and her baby cleaned up wasn’t an ordeal Ilyana should’ve been doing with the pain from her stomach down to her pelvis increasing, but it was the least she could do, she thought. She’d found a first aid kit in the dorm with the needed supplies and went to work.

After getting her to bed and making sure she and the baby were fine, Ilyana left Aisha to tend to her baby and went to the living room to lay down. Just then did she notice the huge wet patch on the crotch of her sweatpants. The dorm was quiet with Lex still at campus med and Olive probably dealing with a crowning baby and dick going in and out of her ass. Night had fallen and it had been at least 8 hours since her contractions started. She reached a finger into her puffy hole to find that she was 9 centimeters dilated. No wonder the pressure felt so great.

Ilyana waddled out to the dormitory’s open area garden with a large blanket and the first aid kit. There weren’t any windows that looked into it so it was fairly private aside from the possibility of people walking in through the doors. She sat down on one of the cushioned benches and groaned as she angled herself to take off her drenched pants.

She pulled her hoodie over head. Her stomach reddened and was slightly lopsided with the downward shift of her baby and the increasing intensity of her contractions. Ilyana let out a yelp when she suddenly felt another contraction build on her and something hard pressed onto her cervix. The intense urge to push came with it.

Ilyana gave in immediately to the urge and tucked her chin into her chest, giving an all mighty push, her enlarged dome squeezing even tighter. The head of her baby slowly pressed in and out of her cervix, Ilyana let out a pained grunt as the head entered her birth canal. Once the contraction eased, Ilyana could feel the top of the baby’s head at the exit of her vagina.

Ilyana leant back fully on the bench while she tried to catch her breath. She felt so full with the baby now that the body was in her canal. This was exactly what she thought it would feel like weeks ago during impregnation week. Ilyana gripped the underside of her bump, massaging at the pressure heavy surface. Right now she knew exactly how Olive felt when she was giving birth, that subtle feeling of pleasure.

A band of steel seized her round, sweaty gut yet again. Ilyana took a deep breath and pushed downward with all her might. The lips of her swollen opening began to bulge and a sharp burn started to course through it. The stinging pain made Ilyana recoil.

She could feel the head spread apart her lips and begin to rotate inside her. Ilyana expected her baby to feel a lot bigger, but she dared not to wish for that after seeing Aisha birth. She was still in a lot of pain despite feeling just a bit horny from it all. She slid her hand past her bump and felt the beginnings of the head open her up as she pushed, fluid squirting out as she did so.

“Ooohhh, c'mon baby, that’s right,” she moaned. The head kept spreading and spreading until it slid out with a healthy bit of fluid. Ilyana gasped as a bit of the pressure released. The contraction still persisted though. Ilyana curled forward as best she could in order to see her baby’s head.

There was no cord around it so she curled further around her stomach and pushed down on the baby while holding the head. The shoulders slid out with surprising ease. Ilyana breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure released and her large belly shrunk slightly.

The baby started crying healthily while she did her best to drape the blanket over it. She tied and cut the umbilical cord and tried her best to stand on her feet and get back to the dorm before the placenta fell out of her.

Suddenly, another vice pressed itself on her as she walked out of the open area. Ilyana thought it was just her body trying to expel the placenta, but something hard opened her already spread cervix. The pressure, the pain, and the need to push all came rushing back as the contraction peaked.

“No way,” she looked down at the baby she was holding as she gripped the underside of her belly. “It looks like - ahhhhhh - you have a twin - ooooooooh!”

She put her first baby down and a loud moan erupted from her throat as the huge mass bore down through your canal. Her hand clutched the hard surface of her fecund mound and she collapsed to her knees as the pressure and exhaustion from the first birth made itself known. Ilyana instinctively pushed the child down her canal. It already being stretched and worn made it find its way through her vaginal opening quite fast. She soon felt the familiar feeling of the baby’s head spread her open and the burn of the ring of fire made her face scrunch up, turning red.

“Ooooooh, please, ahhhhhhh come out,” the head felt slightly bigger than the first and it made her under stretched pussy feel like it was going to split. She kept bearing down until the head came shooting out and then the shoulders quickly to their place. The contraction ceased torturing Ilyana’s belly and swollen canal.

She gasped for air and checked the baby’s neck. Clear. She bore down hard, and the larger baby’s shoulders started sliding out of her. Fluid and blood leaked from her wide pussy as the rest of the body slid out.

Ilyana fell back on her ass as she held her surprise 2nd baby. It started crying just like its sibling as she placed it next to them. Ilyana tilted to the side and laid on the ground with them. She was exhausted from today. She really just wanted to sleep.

But even more so after today, Ilyana couldn’t wait to have 7 more semesters of this.

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Thu, 17 Mar 2022 14:30:36

Overdue Boyfriend

9. Reverse heteropregnancy request; a Domme pegging her heavily overdue sub boyfriend, slapping his ass, and calling him a slut, reaming him out and milking his prostate until he finally has an orgasm so intense that it triggers his labor.

I bend you over. I know it makes your back ache, but you look too gorgeous with your ass in the air—waiting for me. I kiss your back and shoulders as you eagerly wiggle your hips. I love seeing your hard cock knocking beneath your swollen stomach. It’s a miracle your legs haven’t lifted into the air yet by the size of the massive mound beneath you. You’re overdue, heavy, but your cock had never been harder than when I’m rubbing your pregnant belly while sucking you off.

I want to see you get knocked up again and again as big as you can, and I know you’lllove it too.

“You’re such a slut. My pretty little slut all knocked up and horny, you need my cock don’t you?”

Your due date had passed with no end in sight. As you continued to grow bigger, it only made me want you more. You were beautiful. Your once toned body is now taken over by a massive womb and you’ve never looked better.

“Yes, oh, yes, please. Fuck me, Madam. Please, fuck, meeeeee ohhhhhh yessssss,” You moan into the mattress. I could make you wait, but I’m not cruel.

My plastic cock reams into your plush ass. It’s so round and bouncy. I love it. I’ve quite like how our children have made your hips swell. Your massive belly shakes and sways with each thrust. I lean over you, holding onto your belly, as I frantically fuck your pregnant ass. You can feel the slickness of my pussy against your thighs.

“Mmmm, Ahhhh mmmm so good, Madam, it feels soooo gooood.”

You squeal when I smack your ass. Your ass tries to swallow as much of my cock as it can as you thrust back against me. “ooooohhhh yeahhh ohhh yes, please pleaseeeee.”

I give that sweet ass a few more smacks until it’s pink and you’re whining.

You’ve been so good and sweet. I massage your poor back a bit before turning you over. You blush and moan when I sneak a lick from your nipple. I cradle your massive womb in my hand as we kiss. I love sucking on your tongue. It makes me so wet. Lying on your back, your belly envelopes you. It’s a massive dome, glistening with sweat, so soft and all mine. My pussy throbs—I know you can be bigger. I run my hands over the stretched skin, You shiver under my touch and eagerly spread your legs when I suck on your popped belly button.

The cut muscle that used to be there is gone, but you don’t seem to mind.

“Please, fuck me. I’m so heavy. It hurtsss. I need you. Pleaseeeee.”

I put a on hand on your quivering belly, so tight and sexy, and slide back into you. You throw back your head and moan. “Oh god, oh god, oh yesssss, yes yes. I’m so fullllllll. Ah, Ah, Ah, Oh please fuck meeeeee.”

You let out sharp whines as I set a brutal pace. I’ve forced up your legs as far as they can go, spread wide. Your ass eagerly opens for me. Your heaving womb sticks out proudly between your legs. You hold me closes, whines going up a pitch, as I abuse your prostate. Your cock is rock hard and leaking. You try desperately to thrust back against me. You writhe beneath me looking so beautiful and fertile. Pregnancy had made you insatiable.

“Such a good slut. I think I’d like to keep you like this. You wanna be a pregnant slut, baby?” I put my hand on your belly. Our children kick and you moan helplessly as I slowly pull out before slamming back into you. In, out, in, out; the wet slapping against your ass only turns me on more.

“Would you want to get me pregnant? Would you want to cum inside and knock me up, sweetie? We can both me pregnant. Our bellies would rub against one another when fucking. Oh, you’re so beautiful. You’re a huge slut, so big and beautiful!”

“Yes, yes, yes, please, Madam, oh yes!”

You wail as you’re fucked fast and hard. Your cock is soaked. My hand slides easily through the mess as it jerks down your shaft. You beg and plead, hastily rubbing your massive womb, as you frantically toss your head.

“Mmmm, oh OHHH I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Oh, oh OHHHH, There’s a pressureee. I’m your sluttttt. I wanna knock you up. I wanna be so big for you, my love. Oh god, it hurtsss. It feels so good, so good, soooo GOOOOD ”

“Cum for me.”

You’re a good listener. You never disappoint me.

You’re stunning as your body goes rigid, shaking and gasping, you cry out in pleasure. My hands grip your hips so tightly, and you love it. Screaming as I continue to ruthlessly pound your prostate, you cum so much. I grind my dripping pussy against your groin. Your pretty noises make me shiver. My strap slips out of you, and I look at your gaping hole with satisfaction. I side my finger through the sticky trail of hot cum on the underside of your belly. Your erection valiantly twitches.

But the pressure you noticed before.

It’s stronger, so much stronger now.

“Uuuuggghh ahh Ohhh, my love.” Your hands grip your taut aching belly. “Something feels a bit…off.”

I grin. Your face is flushed red, so cute, as you struggle to sit up under the weight. I help you, propping you up with a pillow, before stealing a kiss. I run my hands in soothing circles on your belly. It seems tighter than before.

“How does eating out my pussy through your labor sound to you?”

#submission #annoymous #pregnant sex #hyperpregnancy

Thu, 10 Mar 2022 14:30:54

Corruption: Demonic (365.1)

[1. What about a story about an unsuspecting pregnant woman who had her baby being unknowingly replaced by alien/monster or corrupted into those things. Maybe she was somehow experimented on while being asleep, maybe the invading seed somehow corrupted her fetus and the memory of this event was erased and so on. Would absolutely love to see her giving birth to it and have someone (either the mom herself or someone else) react to her inhumane baby, maybe also see her struggling to deliver her baby. ]

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“Master, are you sure we should be doing this,” a young woman said, staring at the unconscious pregnant woman sprawled out on a stone slab.

“Of course, demonic transformation is the next step in human evolution,"an older man said, covered in a steel grey robe while finishing a chalk drawing of numerous circles and shapes surrounding the woman.

"But what if the authorities catch wind?”

“They won’t,” The Master assured. “Even if the plan sees success, this young mother wouldn’t report something that she would perceive as her fault for birthing.”

The Master got up from his squat on the ground and produced a syringe with a dark black liquid as its contents. He slowly thrusted the instrument up the woman’s vagina and poked it into her cervix. It took only a second to inject serum into her. Then he took a book from the folds of his robes.

“And if she and the baby die, it will be simply ruled as a birth complication to be studied secretly,” he said, turning to stare his young apprentice in the eye. “We will move on to the next test as usual regardless.”

The Apprentice shivered and rubbed her stomach. They had done numerous tests before this one. Injecting demon blood into men and women, young and old, Injecting already born babies, and even growing a demon fetus in a tube which was the only test to succeed. The next test would involve human and demon copulation which she had volunteered for. To her excitement.

The master stepped back and muttered some words from the book in latin. The sigils surrounding the body of the pregnant woman glowed purple. The lights then wrapped themselves around the woman’s belly. It started to undulate, the baby kicking and struggling against the influence of the demonic magic.

Then it stopped. Her belly went still. Then it started growing. Her belly button pushed out into a peak, stretch marks quickly sprouted.

“Ah, a successful corruption,” the master said, observing the completed and increased size of the womb. She looked to be about 9 months pregnant with big twins now.

“Dress her and take her back to her vehicle,” commanded the master. “We will observe our work from afar.”

Maria’s face was buried into the pillows of her van. The young man’s huge cock slamming into her wet vagina and his balls slapping up against the skin of her ass. Her huge baby filled belly swung under her with each thrust.

Maria moaned as she felt a slight twist in her stomach muscles. It was a gamble having sex when she was this close to birth, but she needed something to take her mind off the strange things that happened this week.

Her stomach had strangely gotten larger. She felt so low on energy no matter what. The movements from her baby were strong enough to feel painful like Braxton hicks.

Maria felt her baby punch her hard as she and her on night partner reached climax. Maria gave a small shriek of ecstasy and pain as she felt the man’s cum enter her.

After that, the man quickly left. The short and sweet transaction of pleasure is now completed. That’s how it was when she conceived the now big baby in her belly at the beginning of her little road trip.

Maria planned on giving birth in the trailer privately but the rapid and random growth of her baby made her worried. The town she was in now only had a local midwife, she’d need to go to the next city over for a hospital.

But that was a task for tomorrow. Maria laid on her bed as a slight contraction and a strong kick wished her good night.

The Next morning

Maria made a mistake. She cradled the underside of her dropped bump. Her baby thrashing with the hard contraction that made her stomach hard as steel. The pressure was intense on her cervix.

“F-fuck,I didn’t think it would hurt this bad,” she said aloud in a moan. The flesh of her cervix felt like it was battered by an iron hammer. The sudden increase in the size of her baby over the last few days had to have had something to do with it.

Maria paced from one end of the trailer to the next, regretting her decision to drive out of the small town. Just as the contraction was released, she sat back in the driver seat and continued to drive. The next town with a hospital was 5 hours away and she needed to get there just in case things went wrong.

Despite the contraction stopping, her child still thrashed within her like a beast. Each fist punching at the underside of her stomach, the head constantly slamming at her barely dilated cervix, hard kicks pressing at her belly button. Each one made Maria groan and flinch strongly, she’d almost driven off the road when the contraction came with them.

After an hour, Maria was sweaty and the pressure had reached unbearability. She stopped her trailer at the side of the road yet again. Maria stumbled out of the driver seat and tried walking the pain out. A steel contraction tightened her stomach, more intense than the last few.

“Phoooo, baby please give mama a break,” Maria went to rub her stomach only to be met with a stinging pain to the touch. “What the hell?”

Maria lifted up her overgrown t-shirt and the state of her belly made her want to throw up. Light blue and purple Mark’s were scattered against the surface of her contracting dome. The baby punched close to one of the bruises, making Maria yelp. Maria started to enter a state of panic. Babies weren’t supposed to do that. Why the hell was her baby so violent?

“Something isn’t right, I need a hospit-AUUUUGGGGHHH,” Maria’s knees caved into a deep squat as the contraction intensified and the strikes of her baby pressed downwards.

A gush of blackish-red water came from Maria’s vagina. Her face went pale. Was s amniotic fluid supposed to look like that? The contraction and downward pressure increased even more as Maria waddled to the end of her bed. She collapsed under the pain.

A hard mass started moving through her inner hole. Maria howled. There was no way she finished dilating, her baby was forcing itself out. Pain strikes in waves through her pelvis. Her bruised belly contracted as she dragged herself onto her bed. She couldn’t drive in her condition and she was stuck in the middle of nowhere. Her baby was coming here and now.

The contraction intensified and caused Maria to arch her back and dig her nails into her already battered stomach. Even touching the surface of her stomach sent pain lancing through her abdomen. Blood and fluid started dripping from her canal as her baby continued to push past her small cervix. Tears flowed from Maria’s eyes as she gave into her own urge to get her violent baby out.

“Ah, ah, ah, FUCK, GET OUT OF MEEEE!” She screamed as the hard head entered her canal. She suddenly felt sharp objects graze the walls of vagina. The contraction released and she felt how tight the shoulder felt inside her. Nothing about this baby would be easy. She wanted an epidural. She wanted a c-section. This baby could rip her apart.

Her sweat covered stomach contracted again and her baby began to move forward. Maria grasped a full fist of her sheets tight and pushed. Her pussy was starting to bulge with the weirdly pointy head. Maria’s face twisted in agony as her pussy spread to accommodate the large head and started to burn with the stretch. Then the baby stopped moving. The head was too big, it was stuck at its widest point.

“AUUUUUGHHH, PLEASE BABY PLEASE!” Maria screamed as she continued to push and push. The contraction ebbed away and she continued to bear down to get away from the burn. Maria realized she needed to try someone new as she felt the baby start to recede back into her.

She struggled off her bed and onto her feet. The downward pressure increased on her pussy and more dark fluid dripped around the head of the child. It still barely moved though. Maria took lumbering steps forward until she was halfway through her trailer in front of the mirror. She gripped the top of the frame when another contraction wrapped itself around her. Tears leaked from her eyes as she bore down and the burn encompassing her crotch intensified. The baby kept moving down and down until Maria finally felt a release.

The head popped out hard and fluid gushed onto the ground. Maria’s legs gave out and collapsed underneath her. Her stomach continued to contract and the shoulders of the baby started to open up her battered lips.

Maria was beyond exhausted and drenched with sweat, but she knew she had to check for a cord around the baby. But then she looked I’m the mirror.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!” Maria shrieked. The skin of the baby was white as a fresh linen sheet, stark black hair and had two small horns on its forehead. The contraction forced the baby further out of its host. Maria was sent spiraling. She’d been able to control her breathing before, but now panic was setting in.

That thing that crowned from her pussy wasn’t her baby. It couldn’t have been. It couldn’t have. Those words cycled through her mind as her breathing got more and more out of control. Even so, she Instinctively kept pushing the baby out. The shoulders proved to be just as broad as the head and got stuck in the same fashion.

The contraction subsided only for another to quickly take its place. Maria bore down again and the shoulders slid forward, spurts of blood and black fluid coming from the edges.

Maria curled in on herself and bore down hard, screaming through gritted teeth. The shoulders spread her to the max and then slowly slid out from the lips of her pussy. The rest of the big body follows behind. The white skinned baby fell onto the floor and started squirming wildly.

Maria gasped, then fell back and tried to scoot back away from the huge thing she birthed but she felt too weak to move. Now that the baby was out, blood was leaking from the inside of her canal. Probably from when the babe forced its way through her cervix.

Maria could feel blood loss start to affect her as her vision faded and she grew dizzy. The last thing she saw was her baby crawling over her still slightly swollen stomach and ripping off the shirt that still covered her breasts.

The assistant opened the door to the trailer and was greeted with a pungent smell of blood and fluids. She turned her eyes to the ground and saw a pale skinned babe sucking freely at their test subjects’ breasts.

The subject didn’t look long for this world. Blood was pooling underneath her from her vagina. Most likely internal bleeding. It was amazing she didn’t tear in the birthing process. Her eyes looked vacant and hollow, but they would be able to save her and use her again in a more controlled environment.

The assistant snapped her fingers and several robed men entered the trailer with medical equipment and containment tools. They got to work immediately, preserving her life.

The assistant saw the baby squirm in the grasp of the men. She patted the small beginnings of her bump under her robe. She couldn’t wait for her turn.

#demons #demons pregnancy #pregnancy transfer #supernatural #hyperpregnancy #forced pregnancy #forced impregnation #submission #a birthedstars

Mon, 07 Mar 2022 14:30:34

Outgrowing your clothes when pregnant? That’s expected. Outgrowing the driver’s seat of your car? Much less heard of, but possible. Outgrowing your bathtub?! That was a reality Lana was on the verge of facing. Massively pregnant with 25 babies, her skin was stretched past its maximum, and she kept growing. Unable to walk without assistance, lounging in the warm water was the only thing that took some of the weight of her back, and at this rate, it wouldn’t be an option in the coming weeks…

#pregnant belly #captioned #uncomfortable #hyperpregnancy #pampering

Sat, 06 Feb 2021 10:30:53

There she stood, four years pregnant with twins. You can tell by her expression that she’s exhausted. Her belly massive with two overdue babies, and filled to the brim with amniotic fluid. She waddled slowly toward the door, the sides of her tummy brushing against the doorframe as she passed through it. Already out of breath, she padded her way to the bedroom before taking a seat, the mattress creaking loudly under her immense, pregnant weight. Tomorrow she was trying a new induction method… hopefully it would work… unlike the other 50 she’s tried…

#pregnant belly #captioned #submission #hyperpregnancy #uncomfortable

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Sat, 30 Jan 2021 20:51:04

Draw me like one of your French girls, will you? One of your big, heavy, hyperpregnant French girls? This mammoth, egg-shaped tummy is only 9 weeks in you know? I’m going to get huge, which means you’re going to need a MUCH bigger canvas…

#pregnant belly #captioned #hyperpregnancy #pampering #submission

Sat, 02 Jan 2021 12:00:55

Hmmm…? You’re staring again… not that I mind. You find this pretty sexy don’t you? The belly? Don’t shake your head, I know you do. You oogle at me all the time… and you’re just as excited by what’s coming. 16 babies… in one belly… I’m going to be giant. There’s going to be a LOT of belly that’s going to need a LOT of pampering. Hope you’re up to the challenge… ;)

#captioned #pregnant belly #hyperpregnancy #pampering #submission

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Sat, 19 Dec 2020 12:01:22

She loved hitting the beach. Even when 4 months with dectuplets, and looking full term with one, she loved the beach. Wearing a swimsuit, getting a tan, sticking her feet in the water, it was all so relaxing. She was really starting to eat into the sunscreen budget with all that skin though, and soon, she wouldn’t be able to reach it all… good thing a helpful beachgoer like yourself is going to come strolling along soon….

#pregnant belly #captioned #hyperpregnancy #pampering #submission

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Sat, 05 Dec 2020 12:01:04

Hon… could you help me? I dropped the remote… and it’s impossible to bend over like this… please? I know you just sat down but these guys are really heavy… Yeah I know I’m only 13 weeks along but LOOK at me babe! I’m huge! Please? I promise I won’t drop it again. I’ll need your help through this, you know. I’m only going to get bigger… God help me when I hit the third trimester…

#pregnant belly #captioned #hyperpregnancy #uncomfortable #pampering

Sun, 13 Sep 2020 12:01:13

So… 5,000 calories added… 3.5 inches to my midriff. I mean, some of that might be the growth of octuplets… but like that growth happened in 1 day… pretty sure it’s fair to say it’s the food. I’m so fucking full though, ugh. I have a lot of belly that needs a lot of rubbing right about now, and your hands look free…

#pregnant belly #captioned #hyperpregnancy #fattened up #pampering

Sun, 06 Sep 2020 12:01:02

She had to stay fit. She had to. She was a health nut before pregnancy, and maintained that with her first kid. Now, expecting 11 more… she knew she had her work cut out for her. This shot was taken at 14 weeks, and she was already wearing her sister’s larger maternity clothes. She would, through sheer force of will, never be confined to a wheelchair. She refused to be put on bed rest. She would stay mobile clear to her 40th week, no matter what!

#pregnant belly #captioned #hyperpregnancy

Sat, 29 Aug 2020 12:01:09

This was what it really looked like. This is what hyperpregnancy did to a belly. It’s not like on DeviantArt, where everything is smooth and shiny and blemish free. The reality was much harsher. The skin could only stretch so much so quickly before things started to give. Stretchmarks started to appear, veins started to pop, navels started to flatten out. Her belly was so reflective it almost looked wet, but it wasn’t, that was just her skin. The first trimester had been a rough one, and here she sat, staring in awe at her own growing midriff. She consumed thousands of calories a day to sate her growing hunger. She used to try covering her belly, but at the rate it was growing, it wasn’t worth the busted buttons. She already looked full term, and still was only a third of the way in. Doorways would shrink, clothes would tighten, waistbands would snap, and she would keep growing. This was the reality of hyperpregnancy, and this is what she’d go through in the months to come.

#pregnant belly #captioned #hyperpregnancy #outgrown clothes #uncomfortable #pampering

Sun, 23 Aug 2020 12:01:21

Oh god babe… this is…. this is too much. I feel like I can barely breathe with this much growing inside me. My legs are forced apart by the girth of this thing… and I still have another four months to go! I’m having trouble so much as standing up with this thing and I’m going to get even BIGGER! If I’m going to get through this I’m going to need your full support. I need food, foots rubs, help getting around, you need to be by my side through this. I’m strong, but I need help. Make sure I’m full of food and well taken care of, and I think we can make it to my due date.

#pregnant belly #captioned #hyperpregnancy #uncomfortable #pampering