‘Having bigger breasts would be awesome, but having big milky breasts would be a dream’ This wasn’t the first time you stood in the maternity section of the store fantasizing about your breasts, imagining them large and milk filled, or how great it would be if you were pregnant. Today you were examining breast pumps, you couldn’t believe you were actually considering buying one and trying to induce lactation, it might be a bit of work, and you probably wouldn’t get more than a few drops every now and then, but you might actually buy one this time. As you compared prices and features your breasts suddenly started to feel hot, pleasantly warm but nearly uncomfortable, and as you rub them gently you feel them start grow larger right in the middle of the store. At first you try and ignore how tight your shirt feels, this can’t actually be happening, but the straps of your bra are digging into you now, and you can see breasts beginning swelling beneath your shirt. They are filling with a warm pressure and your nipples begin to tingle as they become hard. You try and keep your composure, you can’t just rip off your shirt in public…

You try to adjust your growing breasts nervously, but the feeling in your nipples is so distracting. They feel bigger than before, as if they are growing in tandem with you chest, and with their new size comes sensitivity. Every move you make sends an electric jolt through them as the tight bra squishes and pulls them one way or another. You need to get the bra off, it’s making it so much worse, your nearly panting at this point from the heat and stimulation. You unclasp your bra to alleviate the tightness, and feel your huge rack surge forward, free from the constraints of the bra. It’s undeniable, you must have gained two cup sizes while standing there.

You stifle a moan and look around, there’s nobody watching thankfully, but at any moment someone might happen by and see you standing there, clutching your bra with one hand and tweaking you shirt tenting nipples with the other. Your nipples are so big now, almost two full inches long and as wide as your thumb, you drop your bra and use both hand to grope at them from under your shirt. Suddenly your hand starts to feel wet, the front of your shirt looks damp and you can feel the telltale drip of liquid falling from the tips of your nipples. Lost in the moment you lift your shirt and witness the first sight of your boobs. Hefty F cups capped with dripping two inch nipples. Breathing heavily you reach out and grab a nipple, pulling it gently and watching in delight as a arc of white cream splashes the display and leaves the boxes dripping.

You don’t think your in control of your body now, your mind says to run or hide, but there you stand alternating from breast to breast as you pull on your nipples one after the other, milking yourself like a cow. You hear a gasp from your side and you can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but your tits feel so good you wouldn’t stop for anything. Time flies by in a blur and you don’t know if its been hours or minuets, your breasts are still hot and warm, and milk is still slowly dripping from your nipples. Somehow you muster the willpower to pull down your soaked shirt, you can’t get it over your midriff now, and it clings to your breasts. You fold your arms trying to conceal your tits, they must have swollen to a g cup while you milked them, and thanks to how wet your shirt is they are pretty visible underneath it. The bra is no longer an option though, and you abandon any hope of buying a pump, trying to get out of the store without causing a scene. It’s time to head home and give yourself a good long milking, the first of many…            

Does anyone has experience with induced lactation to a women who does not give birth recently? We need some help to make her udders juicy again

I am SO HORNY! Anyone want to role play a pregnant sex and birth scene with me?! Please! This quarantine is making me stir crazy! DM me, please!

Request 381.10: aImagine you’re bred while breastfeeding (or pumping) and you continue to do both while pregnant. Breeding and stimulation is your kink and so is your husband’s, so you both let hormones and pheromones take control. You see, getting bred stimulates fertility while getting milked stimulates milk. So this endless cycle could go on throughout your fertile years. Oh, and don’t forget your diet for your unborn and born babies, preferably multiples and hyper-pregnancies.

Breeding, part 1

Pregnancy had been quite simple for me. I was made for this and it was what we both wanted, to grow our family from love and pleasure. Even right before the end, belly heavy and low, I took my partner, and we started my labor in the natural way. Mouth on a breast, stimulating the other, and preparing the body for birth.

It did not take long to find our routine as a new family, the small baby forever borrowed into my great breasts, asleep or feeding. They rarely cried, slept well, and the pattern emerged with a few months. The only problem we had was my over production of milk. No matter what we tried I just produced too much, and rather than pumping, my partner fulfilled my need to release more milk. With the smooth transition into parenthood, I was ready for more release than just from the milk in my breasts.

Hands rubbed and massaged my still swollen womb, softer and malleable after birth. As they sheathed themselves inside, they took one of my dark thick nipples in their mouth, and I shuddered as I felt my milk rush out. Running my hands over their belly swelling from the volume of milk being released. Once both emptied, their belly full and round with my milk, and my belly tight from them, it became our nightly routine.

Our child was barely 6 months old when we confirmed our second and third. My belly never quite going back down after birth, already round and full. We knew breastfeeding would keep me fertile, but we didn’t realize just how fertile I would be. However, my partner drank in the sight of me breastfeeding our almost 11month old child, the round full dome of our twins taking over my lap.

Once again, we prepared for birth in our home, his cock bringing me to the edge and bringing on labor with the breaking of my waters. We sent for the midwife, as we prepared for the two newest members of our family to join us. I was not as prepared for the intensity of this birth, my belly bigger and heavier than the first time, but I progressed faster. By the time the midwife made it to our home, our second child was resting on my belly suckling happily. Her suckling helping the labor for my third child to continue their way into the world. As the midwife takes the place of my partner, he comes and helps with my other breast, rubbing the top of the tight dome of my belly. Helping the contractions push our child further into my pelvis.

Keening into the next contraction, sweating dripping down my face, I can feel my third child crown. My midwife raises my leg up, and helps guide my child out with the next contraction. Crying and wailing from the pain and intensity, my third second son is placed next to his sister, crying loudly before latching. Both eyes watching me and my partner.

***3 years later***

My partner and I usually spend our evening outside, our motley crew of 7 crawling and playing in the lawn. Usually my partner chasing after the older three, and our nanny helping me with the others usually being fed before playing too. I knew breastfeeding as I did would increase my fertility, but we were surprised with how quickly I would start swelling with more children. In the few years we added four more children to our growing family, and I am currently carrying four within me. I only have a month left, but my ability to move is limited with four active babies inside me. There is rarely a moment other than when I am asleep that I do not have a child latched to my breast. But I fall asleep with my partner finishing off what the children could not finish.

My breasts have grown several cup sizes with the volume they make for my growing family, but not as much as my belly swells with life, never smaller than it was right after my first 4 years ago. And I have a lot of time left to keep having children, we are not ready for the conversation about when to stop, but how to keep up with how fertile I am.

My partner and his family are building us a large home, where we can have over 20 children. We might need a bigger one later, but we have time. Coming back to the image in front of me, I kiss the head of the six month old baby suckling on my breast. Their belly full of my milk, eyes slowly closing from the milk drunk as it’s called. I love these moments, removing my nipple from their slack out, swiftly placing back into my bra. I hand my daughter back to the nanny, who places her in a bassinet with her twin sister, also fast asleep after her own milk drunk. Rubbing my full belly, I feel my unborn babies move with my attentions, their movements getting stronger and less big as they take up more space in my womb. I’m already much bigger than I was even when I gave birth to my last set of twins, who were 10 and 11lbs respectively.

“You look so beautiful when you do that,” my partner states from beside me, “our babies are getting so big already, you ready for them?” His hands rubbed the big heavy globe in my lap, pushing where one of our children pushed back into him.

Sighing I nodded, giving him a small smile, “I’m more sad we will have to go to hospital for this birth. I know I could do it just fine at home. I’ve had 4 births safely at home, three were twins. But I don’t want to risk them, or myself either. I love them so much, and I know I’ll be ready for you to fill me back up after them. I’ve never felt so full and feminine all at the same time.”

His eyes crinkled with a smile, kissing my belly, along the ripple of stretch marks that came everywhere with this pregnancy, my belly stretching and growing bigger faster than ever.

“You’re so full, is this how full you need to be now?” He asked huskily, nodding to the nanny as she took the children inside.

“Maybe,” I smirked, “you think you can handle us growing exponentially?”

Taking my mouth with his, he showed just how much that’s exactly what he wanted, to keep me round and full with out growing family.

**2mos later**

Making it to a safe 35 weeks with 4 babies is hard, and once we were in the hospital, I was ready for the birth of my children. My belly was huge, pointed and bulging at the sides with our four children, somewhat misshapen from the life growing within. I had actually started going into labor naturally, and my midwife wanted to let my body do what it needed with support should things change with so many babies being born from one womb.

My body was made for this, and it was only an hour after arriving that I was ready to push baby one. Two hard pushes and our son was born, a nice 7lbs, big for a multiple, and within five minutes his brother joined him. Standing with my legs crouched, belly low as my third child filled my birth canal, I screamed as they stretched me further. My sons may have been big for quadruplets, which my midwife knew my children would be big, my daughters were bigger. Nine pounds, little rolls of fat all over her small body, and I could feel her sister coming down and I knew she was bigger.

“You keep giving me huge babies!” I wailed breathlessly. Moaning lowly as my fourth and last child filled my birth canal and then moved back up. My surprise must have been all over my face, because my partner then brought my sons to me, letting them latch onto my full breasts. Tears and sweat dripped down my face as he wiped my face with a towel tenderly.

Lips against my forehead, “You’re doing beautifully. There is no one who could carry so many large babies at one time. We both know you can do this, because we both want it,” and then he kissed me deeply. Our sons swaddled on the bed in position with their mouths full of boob suckled heartily. A contraction rippled through my still heavy middle, even if it was smaller than when I stated, it was heavy and deep in my pelvis.

As our sons suckled, their sister slowly made her way down with the contractions that came from their stimulations of my breasts. As she finally crowned my partner moved them back into the small bed for them, and placed their sister there. Her round chubby cheeks working hard as she latched immediately.

My partner positioned himself behind me, rubbing my firm heavy womb expertly. Helping my body finish bringing our last child into the world. Moaning she came out with three pushes and the deep burning like I had not felt before, my partner platting my belly to make sure the afterbirth came out with no difficulties and help with the immense swollen womb inside squeeze and settle.

The midwife places my fourth child, or eleventh overall, to my breast and states, “She’s a big one like her sibling, 12lbs!”

I chuckle, and kissed both their heads, chubby cheeks working furiously at filling their bellies with milk. They’d be milk drunk very soon.

After thirty minutes everything is done, and my partner and I are cuddled in bed with our newest members of our family, two girls and two boys.

In the month following their birth, we fall into the routine of a family with 11 children. Never stopping, I was constantly feeding someone, or two with them resting in my wrappings so I could carry and feed at the same time. My belly helping with holding more than one too. It was still very round and almost as big as a full term pregnancy, which was much smaller than it was before I had the quads. Every night my partner would rub and massage my still swollen belly as he suckled from my boobs, helping my womb contract back down.

Tonight he was rubbing with a bit more force than usual, and I was very aroused in a way I hadn’t since before giving birth.

“Your belly isn’t going down like it has before,” he said, rubbing the softened round belly in my lap. “Like it knows it needs to stay ready for the next litter I put in you.”

He almost growled the last bit, and I mewled, pushing my swollen middle more into his hands. “You want more don’t you,” I whisper, hands rubbing down his body to where he is aroused and throbbing.

“Is it safe?” He asks, hands holding my boobs in his hands as they overflow his palms.

“Yes, I want, no, I need you,” I whisper into his chest. Before long he is inside, and I don’t last long before I lose what control I had, his penetration and suckling on my nipple was another bring me over the edge. We brought each other to completion a few times that night. And our sex life began again only a month after the quads were born.

No surprise that a few months later my belly never shrank but began firming back up as it filled with life again. Mornings when there was no one in bed but the two of us, we would feel the firming change of my body with early pregnancy, guessing how many this time.

When we the midwife came for a checkup of the children and me, she smiled knowingly when she felt the firmness of my middle. And began feeling my firm mound and listened to the heartbeats. “I don’t know how many, but I’d day 3 or 4 but let’s check you via sonogram next month.”

We were only just beginning….

TBC

This story is pretty sloppy, but I hope some people enjoy it.

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8:49 in the morning, and Will is glancing between the cardboard to-go cup he left on Samantha’s desk and the doorway that leads to this floor’s elevators. He’s been watching and waiting for nearly twenty minutes, almost an hour before anyone actually needs to be in the office, but he was far to excited for what today has in store to take his time getting here this morning.

Finally, she’s here, swaying into the office in her nice white blouse with elbow-length sleeves, tucked into a black pencil skirt that reaches her knees. Her straight, middle parted black hair looks glossy as it brushes back and forth over her shoulders while she walks past his desk.

“Hey, Sammy!” He sounds just as casually friendly as usual.

“Morning, Will,” she says with a bright smile, slowing her pace for the moment.

“I got you a cup of coffee. It’s waiting on your desk.”

“Oh, that’s so nice of you! Thanks.” She briefly touches his shoulder before seating herself in her own cubicle, immediately taking a swig of the coffee. “It’s perfect. Thanks so much, I forgot to stop for one this morning, too.”

“No problem.” He smiles back, apparently turning his attention back to his monitor. As the minutes pass, he takes as many looks at Sam as he can, watching as she takes sip after sip of her coffee. It doesn’t take long before she seems to have finished it, tipping the cup back to try and get the last drops out.

Still, he has to be patient, watching secretly as they go about their work day, having no idea how long this will take to actually work.

Finally, after about thirty agonizing minutes, he notices something, trying not to perk up and give away that he’s watching.

Sammy lets out a quick but deep breath, almost as if she’s suddenly winded or in pain, but it’s too quiet for anyone who isn’t paying attention to notice. At the same moment, her hand clasps to her flat belly, and Will feels a rush of excitement, knowing that this must be it. Sammy’s other hand goes to lay flat on her desk, as if for support, even though she’s still seated. She grunts, a little louder this time, and looks down at herself. She snaps up, knocking her chair back with enough force to slam it into the cubicle wall behind her. Her hand jerks away from her stomach, and she screams, by now holding the attention of the entire office.

Will rushes over, quickly enough to be the first one at her side as their colleagues gather around.

“What’s wrong?” “What happened?” “Are you okay, Sam?”

Everyone is beginning to surround her, and slowly they begin to see her stomach is bulging out, making her look nearly four months pregnant. The lower buttons of her blouse are beginning to strain against the sudden growth, along with the clasp above her skirt’s zipper.

“What’s happening?!” she cries out, again pressing a hand to her swollen stomach.

“She needs to get to the hospital!” Will shouts, his voice cutting through all of the chatter. Their coworkers nod and agree, moving aside as he helps her towards the elevator. “She needs space! Look, I’ll get her there!” He waves them away from the elevator, the suddenness of the situation and his friendship with Sam more than enough to get them to back off.

His fingers press the button for the ground floor frantically, keeping up the illusion that he only wants to get her to the hospital as soon as possible. Sam holds his shoulder, bending at the knees and groaning from the discomfort of having something growing so quickly inside of her. The bottom two buttons pop off of her blouse, and the skirt’s clasp snaps, making her scream in shock. “It’s okay, we’ll be in the car soon!” Will reassures her as the elevator doors finally slide open, and he helps her towards his car. She manages to mostly get herself into the passenger’s seat on her own, while Will starts up the car.

“Just try and relax! You’re gonna be fine, okay? Just take deep breaths!” He tries to reassure her.

Sam grabs the lever on the side of her seat, reclining it farther and farther back, trying to get into a position with the least discomfort from all the room her swelling belly is taking up. By this point, she appears to be over five months along, and another button flies off of her shirt, pinging against the roof of the car, and the zipper on her skirt is forced down.

“Here, try and drink some water!” Will gestures to the water bottle in the cupholder. Sam’s shaking hand takes it, twisting the cap off and immediately dropping it, spilling just a little as she brings the bottle to her full lips. She seems to realize just how thirsty she is, gulping down half the bottle very quickly, and continuing to take small sips, until very soon, something seems to come over her. The drug Will laced the water with begins to take effect, and her eyelids begin to droop, her head begins to nod. Before she can form the words to ask anything about what’s happening, she’s laying unconscious in the nearly horizontal passenger’s seat.

Will smiles, glancing around to find a fairly remote spot on the side of the road to temporarily park.

“Wow.” he whispers to himself as he turns to admire Sam’s changed body, her breasts bulging out of her bra, and the button of her blouse finally losing the battle against her growing breasts. He reaches into the console, grabbing a pair of scissors to snip her bra in the front and on both straps so he can easily remove it, tossing it into the backseat.

Sam’s belly button has begun to slightly protrude, almost her entire belly bare, now. The only button remaining, the one just beneath her breasts and above her belly, is barely hanging on, and Will snaps it easily with a pull of his finger. Her nipples are looking puffier, and it’s very obvious by now that she’s pregnant. His hands slide over her breasts, cupping them, before gliding over her belly, rubbing it, feeling how big and round she’s already gotten. He squeezes it gently, leaning down to kiss it all over, stopping at her belly button to lick and suck it.

“This is perfect,” he murmurs, keeping his left hand on her belly while he moves his lips to her nipple, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking. Soon, milk is already slowly being released, and he switches to her other nipple, quickly getting her milk to let down. His hand squeezes the breast he’s drinking from to get a better flow, which gets a bit stronger as the moments pass and her pregnancy progresses.

“Just perfect.” He raises up, leaving her blouse open to expose her now leaking breasts, slowly dripping breast milk down her sides. He starts the car, continuing to drive for a few more minutes until they arrive at his house. He pulls the car into the garage, waiting for the door to fully close before carrying Sam into the house and placing her on the bed. He easily removes her busted, milk stained blouse, but has to use a knife to get her skirt all the way off, her ass and thighs having widened so much, it was stuck on her. Now, she lays naked on the bed, her wrists and ankles strapped to the bed.

He walks to her side, placing his hand over the top of her distended belly, rubbing large circles over it. Just barely, he can feel tiny movements from under the skin, too small to be seen from the outside just yet, despite the fact that she appears to be nearly eight months along.

Slowly, Sam begins to open her eyes, blinking a few times as she tries to regain her bearings. “What happened?” She slurs, looking all around the room, her movements clearly still a little affected by the drug Will gave her. Her eyes finally land on him, but quickly snap to her own body, seeing just how big and full she’s gotten since she fell asleep.

“Oh! Oh, god! What the fuck?! What did you do to me?!” she screams, raising herself up with the palms of her hands. As she does, she notices the straps on her wrists and the chains attached to them to allow her limited movement on the bed. “What the fuck?! What the hell is this?!” She shouts, looking around at all of her bound limbs.

“I don’t know! I think someone must have done something to your coffee this morning!” Will says in feigned concern before smiling, still rubbing her belly.

“I need to go to a hospital!” she futilely strains against her wrist chains. “No, no. You’re gonna be just fine.” Will assures, taking a seat next to her on the bed. Both hands cup and squeeze her breasts, causing her to gasp and scream as she tries to move away with nowhere to go. He moves down, kissing and licking all over her belly, now able to suck her belly button in earnest, with it fully popped out on her full-term looking belly. Every spot he kisses, she feels a little kick, causing her to gasp and cry out. “Stop it! Oh, god!”

“You look so good, so big and pregnant with my babies.” He almost breathes the words against her belly, still pressing kisses to it as it grows and the movement inside gets stronger. He continues massaging her breasts, moving up to latch onto her thickened nipple, getting a small scream from Sam as he starts suckling hard on her swollen, milky teat. Milk floods his mouth, and the kicks from within her full belly are starting to become visible from the outside, his hand moving all over to press and feel the activity inside.

“Your milk tastes so good, I’m gonna keep you pregnant forever. Just my big, milky baby-factory.” He dives back in to nurse from her breast, which swells bigger and bigger, even as he drains the milk from it.

“What’s wrong with you?! Get off me! Let go!” Sam screams and tries to pull away, struggling with the weight of her newly heavily pregnant body, but Will doesn’t seem to notice beyond latching harder onto her breast as he gulps down her milk. The babies inside get bigger, and the kicks get stronger, now easily visible from the outside, and Sam is looking about due to drop twins, yet still the babies keep growing inside her, and the way they push out all over, she seems to be carrying far more than just two.

“Aren’t you excited to be a mommy, Sammy?” Will asks after breaking the latch, dribbling a little milk down his chin. His hands roam her huge belly some more, feeling the babies grow and move around beneath her skin.

“Oh, god, this isn’t happening!” Sam shakes her head, staring in awe at her burgeoning belly, so round and full of life. Suddenly, her belly begins swelling faster, growing bigger and heavier by the second. Sam grunts and groans in discomfort and fear, giving a weak scream as her belly gets absurdly huge, rapidly growing past looking overdue with triplets. Her breasts continue to swell, now about F cups, and dripping milk constantly.

Soon, she’s about the size of a yoga ball, with powerful movements distinctly obvious from all over her swollen middle. Neither of them have ever seen anyone so big and pregnant before, with Will feeling overjoyed at the sight of her, and Sam in horror.

Sam cries out a little, feeling a very uncomfortable cramping in her middle, and screams from the shock of a burst of water from between her legs.

“It’s time!” Will says excitedly, rubbing to feel all of their babies kicking from inside her massive form.

“Oh, god! No, no! Get them out of me!”

“They’re coming out. Don’t worry.” Will smiles and pats her belly, feeling it shift as her babies turn inside of her.

She’s almost too distracted to notice two other men entering the room, until one slides two fingers inside of her, and the other is at her side, opposite of Will.

“She’s fully dilated. Wow, that stuff really worked.” The first man says with a smile, also rubbing across the top of her massively pregnant belly.

Will and the second man each grab a breast, fitting as much of it as they can into their mouths and pumping it with their hands as they suckle hungrily, guzzling down as much milk as they can.

Sam screams, both from the invasions and the contraction gripping her overfilled belly. “Okay, on the next contraction, I need you to push. Get ready. Okay, push, come on, push!” The first man instructs her, keeping a hand on her contracting belly. Instinctively, Sam squeezes her eyes shut and pushes, feeling something large move in the middle of her pelvis. It feels like she’s being pulled apart.

As she pushes, her breasts release stronger streams of milk into her drinkers mouths, which they don’t seem to mind, eagerly nursing from her huge mommy milkers. The babies continue to kick and move around, making her groan in discomfort from that and the contractions.

“Push! Push!” The man continues to order on each contraction, Sam screaming as she bears down with two men latched firmly onto both teats. “I can see the head! Keep pushing! Come on, push push push!”

Sam pushes hard, feeling the mass move lower and lower, until she feels a pop between her thighs, something big and round and wet sticking out of her vagina.

“The head is out! Keep going!”

She pushes again, keeping it going for as long as she can, until she feels the first baby slide out. Her belly isn’t any smaller, still full to the brim with kicking babies.

“Wonderful.” The man says, seeming to do nothing with the crying, squirming infant laying between her legs. “Here comes another. Give me another big push.”

Sam grits her teeth, pushing as hard as she can, feeling the baby move lower faster than the last one. Both men continue to guzzle her milk, their suckling feeling as powerful to her as she imagines an electric milker would be.

“It’s coming! Keep pushing! That’s it, another big one!” The head pops free, and Sam gasps and pants for a moment, not having long to rest before another contraction grips her, and she finds herself pushing the rest of the baby out in one go. “That’s great. Keep ‘em coming.”

The two babies are crying as they lay on the bed, causing both breasts to gush milk into the eager mouths of both men nursing from her while she births baby after baby.

“Breathe, breathe.” the man standing between her legs orders. “Hoo hoo hoo,” Sam pants, imitating what she’s seen women do when giving birth in the movies.

“That’s it, good. Okay, here it comes. Time to push.” Sam’s legs tense with the force of her pushing, this time pushing the entire baby out in one long push.

“Amazing. You’re perfect at this.”

Sam gives the man a death glare, but they can hardly see each other’s faces over her still massive belly.

The men at her sides continue to pump her milk with their hands while they nurse, drinking her overflowing milk as if they’re starved. Sam can’t wrap her head around her situation, with her enormous pregnant body, huge milky teats, and birthing baby after baby.

“Hoo hoo, hee hee,” she continues to pant between contractions, the “doctor” or whoever he is continuing to rub all over her big, active belly. “Push now, Sammy, you’ve got plenty more babies on the way.”

Sam shouts, pushing yet another baby out of herself, hearing it cry alongside its three siblings, feeling as if she may be stuck here forever, giving birth endlessly and breastfeeding these two men, breasts and belly never becoming empty.

This is a sequel to a two-part story I submitted about two years ago called Incidental: The Procedure (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2)

a. Voxlette

(Part 7 of 7)

“Not enough?” Dean was terminally focused on Henry’s big, shiny, heaving, flexing belly. He was growing more desperate. He kept thinking of his ex-wife, how difficult her labor had been. This was clearly as difficult for Henry - a cisgender man, with scientific equipment for birth but no mental armor. They were running out of time.

“Henry, I’m sorry,” he said. He couldn’t meet the other man’s eyes. “I’m the one who put that baby in you. I’m the one that made you like this. I fucked it into you and…now I’m going to fuck it out.”

“W-what?”

“It’s the only way,” he spread Henry’s legs to the side, pinning them before he could move. He leveraged his body weight onto Henry’s bent knees with his hands.

“N-no - Dean - stop -” Henry lifted an arm to push against Dean’s chest, but he gently swatted it away “- You can’t - you can’t, this is INSANE! My family, they’re going to be back any minute!”

Elise watched, cooly satisfied. “Prostate stimulation might do the trick. Who knows, daddy? Your semen might add something interesting to the mix as well.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean was crying himself as he lined up his dick, hatefully hard, against Henry’s soft and abused asshole. “It’s the only way. I can’t watch you die.”

“Then let me die!” Henry screamed, and then screamed without words as Dean pushed inside. “STOP! STOP! THEY CAN’T SEE ME LIKE THIS!”

“There’s the Henry I know and remember!” Elise cried.

Dean began to thrust. Henry’s bowels were loose in preparation for birth and offered him little resistance. He was hard, but he was going to need more than that to come.

Henry was squirming, as much as he could manage, weighted down by his belly and by Dean. He screamed with the struggle, and thrashed against every thrust. Then he stilled, and with a cry, grabbed his middle as it contracted. Henry’s prostate was reacting to the stimulation, his cock growing semi-hard.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!”

As Dean watched the muscles tense and jiggle the mountain of his form, there was an echo of the contraction in Henry’s intestines. His bowels gripped Dean, formed tightly around him for a few moments, and then let go.

“Henry, on the next contraction,” he gave another thrust, getting erratic. It was building in him now. “…I’m going to come.”

“NOOO!” Henry cried. “Not inside! Not again!”

He tried to roll away, he held his belly between his hands as if begging it to stop, begging for release, begging  it to stop working to expel it’s contents. But the machinery of his pseudo-womb was now greased. The next contraction drew a howl from Henry and seed from Dean.

In the midst of their throes, the bedroom door opened.

…

Henry felt invaded and violated once more. He wept with weariness and exhaustion, pain and arousal. The baby turned and kicked inside of him, restless and searching for escape. He didn’t think he was strong enough to give it. He could feel himself growing aroused, in spite of everything, and he hated his stupid body for it. His stupid fucking body that couldn’t help but get pregnant. In the haze of crying and protesting, he wished more than anything he’d had a condom on him last Christmas.

Dean came with a shuddering grunt and locked in place, but Henry himself had not come. This was integral to the procedure. Dean, rocking away with his still hard penis, lowered his mouth onto Henry’s erect and puffy nipple. He bit it gently, twisted it in his teeth. Dean licked it, and began to suck. It felt good. The low, tight feeling of orgasm coiled beneath the ring of agony which banded across Henry’s middle, back, and legs. He was so close. He didn’t want it.

It was so much. It was so much like last time, only awful and painful in their own unique ways. Nine months of betrayal, and then some. Demeaning, embarrassment, shame. Henry looked to the side, and screamed from the terrified core of his being.

He met his mother’s wide and horrified eyes, the slack-jawed stares of his brother and father.

“DON’T LOOK! DON’T LOOK AT ME!” he screamed. Breathless, full of baby and cum and flaccid dick, he came.

…

Loretta screamed. Her son, her beautiful boy, gravidly swollen and ravished. She hadn’t seen him without clothes on, and the sight of his naked body underneath that of another man brought her almost to a dead faint. She collapsed against the doorway, still screaming.

She watched her husband charge the unknown stranger, and watched as he was knocked effortlessly backwards, stunned. Adrenaline and power thrived in the muscled form that was still pistoning in and out of Henry’s anus.

“You can’t stop us!” he cried. “It’s the only way to get it out!”

“Mom, mom, momma, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Henry wept, broken as she watched.

She looked at his belly, now, not hidden. Stretch marks striped up and down his sides in angry reds and pinks, they were around his breasts. His nipples were dark and brown, leaking milky white fluid. His belly button was popped and ostentatious. The curve of him was known to her, for she had lived it twice. He was massive. Bigger than she’d ever been. But it was impossible.

“You’re…you’re a man…” she whispered.

…

Henry had no time to process anything. Pregnant, for the second time, birthing in his bedroom at his parent’s house, Tallis watching, pitocin not working, baby not coming, Dean assaulting, coming, not wanting too, and then all revealed to his parents not a moment later. That he was gay. That he was pregnant. That he was a freak of the scientific process.

And then, after so much fruitlessness, the combination of Dean’s seed and his orgasm did something. Tallis was right. Tallis was right. All at once, massive contractions, more mighty than anything he’d ever experienced, took hold of him. His breasts leaked continuously. His belly button quivered. Massive undulations shook his globe of flesh, his baby twisting and kicking inside of it all, pummeling his narrow pelvis.

“OUT! OUT!” He meant it to Dean, to his family, to the baby, but it seemed that Dean could not extract himself from inside. The force of the contraction was such that the man was trapped inside Henry, who screamed and pushed with muscles he didn’t know existed until he’d effectively unbirthed the cock that made him pregnant in the first place. And of course his family didn’t leave.

Stunned, they drew closer.

“AWAY! OOOHHHHhhh…OOHHHHH….GO!” He gripped the headboard behind him.

Each contraction opened him up inside. One contraction. One more centimeter. Second contraction. Three centimeters. Third contraction. Four centimeters. Fourth contraction. Five centimeters. Fifth contraction. Six centimeters. Sixth contraction. Seven centimeters. Seventh contraction. Eight centimeters. Eighth contraction. Nine centimeters. Ninth contraction. Ten centimeters. Full dilation. Fully effaced.

It was coming out.

The world narrowed down to only him. He was what mattered. He and the baby. He wasn’t breathing correctly, taking short gasps that were edging him towards hyperventilation. But how could he be doing anything differently? He didn’t know he was pregnant until two hours ago. He had no time to practice.

The pain was blinding. He pushed and breathed, pushed and breathed, as it began to make it’s way from the cervix of his pseudo-womb and into his lower intestinal tract. The pain mounted, higher, higher, more and more unbearable. Impossible to withstand. His insides stretched to their absolute limits. Something was horribly wrong.

…

“Ohh god oh god oh god…ohh god..god…,” Henry was out of breath for screaming. His words came from him in pathetic little breaths, completely severed from all planes of awareness. The pain had severed his ties, but his belly still labored, his mother still shrieked, his father was calling 911, and his brother Christopher was pulling out his phone to record everything.

Dean watched this, dick wet from Henry’s juices and limp. He grabbed his phone with a sweaty hand and shouted, “ELISE! Tell me what to do!”

She looked at Henry. “Get him on his side. Now. Being on his back reduces his pelvis capacity by thirty percent. I only make them give birth that way because…well, I like it. Open him up.”

Dean crawled back on the bed and kicked away everyone who tried to grab him. Christopher kept recording. He shifted Henry onto his side and lifted his leg, propping it on his shoulder.

“Now what?”

“Massage his belly. Downwards, circular motion. Like squeezing the last sauce out of a condiment packet.”

Dean began making broad circular strokes on Henry’s slippery skin.

“Harder than that.”

…

The registration of progress brought Henry somewhat back to himself. He focused his eyes, blinking, taking deeper breaths.

Contraction. “OOoohhhhh….ohhhhhhh…..”

Contraction. “NNNNnggnnn…ngnnnnhhh…”

He was on his side, his belly stretched and defeated-looking before him. Dean’s strong hands made massaging motions, encouraging the baby lower and deeper. Something inside of Henry finally shifted with a wrenching pain at the end of one of these. He grunted, unable to control himself. A wet fluid gushed from his hole as the baby inside of him shifted, releasing amniotic fluid that hadn’t escaped in the great rush on his walk yesterday.

Contraction. “Ooooouughghh…”

He met eyes with his mother. She was shaking her head. Shaking her head. Shaking her head. His father was speaking frantically into his phone. Christopher was….watching. Recording. Finally the older perfect brother was not so perfect.

“Here it comes, Henry,” Dean said, somehow calm. He was still stroking his belly.

“Good job, Henry,” Elise cooed. “Excellent work.”

…

Dean watched the head begin to stretch Henry’s anus. It started as a little gap, and with each grunt he gave the gap grew wider. More filled.

“Good work,” he said.

Loretta drew herself up from the floor and shuffled over to witness the birth of her first grandchild. “Oh…” she whispered.

“What is that?! What’s coming out of him? What’s happening!” Henry’s father was weeping in shock.

“Oh my god…that’s fucking disgusting…” Christopher retched behind his screen. “I’ve seen some preggy porn but nothing like this shit.”

“You’re crowning, Henry! You’re doing so good!” said Elise.

Henry gasped and tightened his grip on the headboard. “Hnnnng…”

“That’s it. That’s the way. Good. Good,” Henry planted a light kiss on the leg balanced on his shoulder. The head kept crowing, drawing all the blood from the surrounding membranes. Henry’s hormone enriched anus began to tear.

…

Henry winced and gasped. “OH MY GOD!”

He was on fire. Everything was so full, and so painful, and so tight. He strained, but felt Dean’s warm fingers on his stretched skin.

“You need to let it stretch.”

“Let it out!”

“You’re tearing.”

Henry strained, but Dean held fast. One minute, two. Tears ran down Henry’s face and he didn’t even notice anymore. One more contraction took hold of him, and it gave him the force to push out the head. He felt it give with a pop, and then a quick painful slide as the shoulders and legs followed.

He didn’t see it, but he felt the placenta’s delivery only moment’s afterwards. And then there was a baby on his belly instead of inside it, and he did the only thing that made sense. He brought his daughter up to his breast to feed.

 HAPPY ENDING:

Dean, Henry, and Elise leave with the baby to live in hiding. They live in a mountain side cabin, and Dean and Henry have worked together to have a much healthier relationship. Henry and Elise still don’t get along, but they keep to their separate spheres. You can’t be choosy about allies when you’re on the run. And Elise will come in handy, eventually, because despite their best efforts - Henry is pregnant again.

 ALTERNATE ENDING:

To be continued…

First time writer, long time watcher, call me Tide!

Kailani, new goddess of the ocean, discovers something strange about being a god with her merfolk girlfriend, Bay.

Kailani rubbed her chest. It had been burning all day. Sure, earlier this morning it had been a little feeling but now it burned like something was on fire inside her.

She huddled on Bay’s bed since the Merfolk was above deck dealing with her crew. Bay didn’t know Kailani was here. The ocean goddess intended it that way.

She was without her armor and clothes and didn’t want to be seen without it on. Her body and habits had changed. A lot. Her already wild emotions got even wilder, anger one moment and sobbing the next. A few months ago she had random bursts of cravings for strange foods which was weird since gods didn’t need to eat. That eating habit made her gain a little weight on her face and stomach yet her divinity seemed to not want to peel it off. Worst of all was her chest. As a human it had been small, as a goddess she was basically flat, and now?

Kailani didn’t like looking at herself without armor and clothes on. She unfortunately had to right now at the dim glow between the plumper, than she was used to, chest and stomach. A strange blue glow hummed from her heart, the source of this mysterious burning feeling. Her clawed hand trailed along the light “What’s wrong with me?” She mumbled.

There was a voice “Yeah, give me a sec,” Bay called.

Kailani fled through five panicked scenarios before redawning her armor and clothes that thankfully warped her true appearance. The door opened to Bay.

Kailani waved “Hey,” she greeted as she stood up.

Bay smiled “Oh Lani, didn’t know you came aboard,” she said.

The goddess chuckled nervously “Just wanted to make a pit stop, god stuff and all,” why was it so hot? The heat was getting more intense. She felt like she was melting. “Seems pretty good right now.”

The Merfolk was staring at her “Kailani, are you okay?” She asked and began to walk towards her.

The flaming feeling grew worse “I’m fine, it’s fine, what’s the worst that could-” the inferno roared followed by a sharp pain in her entire body. Kailani gasped, her hand flew to her chest as she fell to the floor. It was fire and pain, pain and fire. Whatever this thing was that made her divinity acting up wanted out. It wanted out badly.

“-ani? Kailani? What’s wrong?” Bay’s voice called from far away.

Kailani clawed at her breastplate “Oh gods, it- it burns Bay,” she sobbed. The fire was eating her alive like ascending had but more intensely stuck at the point between human and god.

It eased a little bit enough for her to breathe again as tears welled in her eyes. Bay helped her onto the bed again “Kailani, what’s going on?” She asked with concern very evident on her face.

The merfolk had seen her in a situation like this before, Kailani faintly recalled, something like this wretched feeling when she had been human and thought the divinity was a curse before she discovered the true nature of it all.

She trembled from exhaustion “I don’t know,” she muttered “It’s been like this all day, it’s just getting worse,” her voice cracked at the end. Gods, this thing was making her crazy. There was no clear answer.

“Where does it hurt?” Bay asked. Kailani tapped her breast plate. Yet the pirate’s hands were stopped after moving to the visible latches on the armor piece, Kailani’s water whips tangled around her wrists.

Bay saw the nervous look on Kailani’s face “Don’t. don’t,” she muttered.

The merfolk touched her cheek “Hey,” she whispered, soft blue eyes cutting to her “It’s gonna be fine.”

Kailani tensed for a moment, maybe it was fear before she started panting and leaning forward to clutch her chest, head resting on Bay’s shoulder.

Once it passed, Bay helped guide her to lay down and began undoing the fastenings “Okay Lani, I’m going to take this part off. Can you handle the back?” She offered.

Kailani nodded jerkily. Her heart pounding inside her chest in time with the flaming feeling. Her chest was exposed to the cool air but it did nothing to help her. A new warmth grew on her face as Bay eyed her altered body. It was embarrassing. The Merfolk placed the chest plate down which vanished since it was no longer attached to her. Bay looked at the blush and slightly rounder face of her girlfriend “I’m going to touch you and see if I can guess what it is,” she said. A clawed hand started with the slight chub at her stomach. The Merfolk’s hand was cool and made Kailani twitch at the gentle prods before ghosting up her ribs. Bay didn’t touch her chest automatically making her thankful but it does rest near the glowing spot “Kailani, has your uh-” she blushed at the question on her tongue “Has your breasts felt any different aside from growing?”

Kailani was blushing already but somehow still became worse at that “They’re sensitive mostly,” followed by “and feel full?”

Bay’s eyes flicked from her face to her chest. There’s a thin line of lust in there but even in her flame driven haze, Kailani could tell Bay was trying to make sure she’s comfortable. That’s what she loved about the pirate, how she always made sure Kailani was comfortable with everything they did together

Going on dates, exploring the ocean, learning each other’s habits again, even exploring each other romantically and not.

Hell even that one time months ago when she had let Bay hold a piece of her divinity… And the events that followed afterwards.

She was barely aware of the hand until a soft pinch came from one of her breasts. Kailani gasped as the world came back to her. Bay pulled her hand away and licked the tip of her finger.

It was like a missing piece of the puzzle came together in her mind. Bay looked at Kailani. Something alarming yet mystical “Kailani, do you remember that thing we talked about a while back,” she said.

The goddess shook her head “Gotta be specific,” she replied.

“When I was holding your divinity,” she cupped her hands “It’s like a little baby?”

Kailani nodded “Yeah, what’s that got to do w- Gods!” Her voice cracked as the feeling welled hotter again. The light on her chest burned brighter that she could barely see when Bay’s head turned to avoid being blinded. It glowed hotly for a minute before dimming with the feeling. Kailani’s eyes had scrunched closed as she caught her breath. A cool hand slid over the space of the divinity banging at her chest “Kailani. I think you’re pregnant.”

Her eyes snapped open “No? No! I can’t be pr- can’t be- That!” She snapped as panic seized her “It’s not possible! We’re both women and I’m A God, I Should Know If I Was That! It’s My Body!!”

She would have sat up but Bay’s hand seemed to unconsciously keep her laying down. Bay started rubbing her thumb over the spot “We’re not exactly conventional to be having a baby but it kinda lines up. I think what happened is that you let me see that godly part of yourself and whatever I said just stuck. That hunk of your godly divinity is making an actual child and-”

“Don’t say it!” Kailani snapped “I’m Not Having A Baby! I can’t be a- Ah- AHHH!” She started screaming. Bay tried to pull her hand away when the light suddenly brightened. It was like she was stuck there as the energy began seizing her hand and pulling itself up. Now she understood it, the horrible burning pain Kailani was in, as it crawled itself up and stung at her nerves. Bay started screaming too. Things grew horrible and incoherent. Only screaming and light.

Then it just.

Stopped.

They were both still where they had been. Kailani laying on the bed. Bay sitting beside her. They both stared at each other. Then at the spot where the divinity had been. A baby, so tiny and small, was pressed against Kailani’s chest making little fussing noises. Then they seemed to find their lungs and wailed.

“Loud for something that small,” Bay said. Her hands froze as she reached for them. She had claws and this was the equivalent of a newborn albeit one of weird god magic. Kailani made a grumbled noise and reached up to touch the baby. It’s cries began to settle.

They stared at it. A baby with black skin, a tuft of pale hair, and dark green scales among their merfolk features.

Kailani softly sat up with a twinge, carefully to hold the baby in her arms. Bay snorted as she saw the look on Kailani’s face “So?” She asked.

The goddess gestured to the thing “It’s a boy,” her eyes dipped to him. A son, Their Son. Kailani couldn’t not stare. A baby. A whole baby this entire time. She noted her stomach was normal again and her chest was more or less back to its regular size, still a little swollen. She stared at her son “Oh Gods!” She said.

Bay’s eyes widened “Are you okay? There’s not a second one coming, is there?” She asked.

Kailani looked at her “I have to feed this thing!” That was a thought “I’m a goddess, I have duties to take care of! A baby is a 24 hours deal!”

Bay looked a little relieved “Oh, well I mean… If you wanted I could handle that,” she offered.

Kailani blushed “No, I can’t do that to you. It’s already a lot with your captain duties and everything,” She said.

The Merfolk reached out to hold her girlfriend’s free hand “Lani, I love you and nothing’s going to change that. I want to help in any way I can, he’s my son too.”

Kailani laughed, taking her hand back to wipe away unexpected tears “Okay, okay, we’ll see what happens. Let’s just- enjoy the moment,” she said.

The little boy whined.

“We should name him something, Hugo?” Bay said, moving to touch his little head.

“We’re not naming him Hugo, my divinity made him, I’ll name him,” Kailani said. She stared at him. Squished face and small. Names, names, names. Gods above she wished she had gotten to know about him sooner.

Bay’s fins perked. She whispered something to Kailani. It was an older part of herself who melted at the thought but she smiled at her new son “Hi Dylan.”

What The Boss Offered part 1

Sabine was a month overdue in her pregnancy and she had swollen to gigantic proportions, but her boss, Mr. Boone, was still making her come in to work until she gave birth.

The truth was, he was risking getting in trouble for it because he couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he was enjoying having her to look at as he worked. Her thighs and ass had become deliciously plump, and when he copped a feel in passing, he relished the feeling of a few extra handfuls of flesh on her. Her belly had dropped low, curving out far in front of her and visible from behind as well. Boone had thought she was attractive before she got knocked up, sure—that was part of why he hired her. But now that she was fertile and ripe like this, he could hardly stand to be around her.

One day, she bent over to pick up some papers she had dropped on the ground, and Boone glimpsed her veiny, engorged breasts below the soft sweater she wore. He had to rush into his executive bathroom to take care of himself after that, imagining what it would feel like to fuck her cleavage. He came with a quiet gasp when he heard her voice calling his name. He hastily cleaned himself up, straightened his tie, and tried to walk calmly back into his office.

There she was, standing uncertainly at his door. Her body had grown so round that she filled almost the entirety of the doorway. She was holding a cardigan in front of her chest and her cheeks were flushed pink. Boone took his time walking over to his desk, making no effort to hide that his eyes were raking over her body, mentally undressing her. Finally, as he sat down, he looked intently into her eyes, and saw her face flush deeper.

“What can I do for you, Sabine?”

“Uh, well, Mr. Boone, sir, I was just wondering… about some office space…” she trailed off, looking down at her shoes.

“Office space?”, Boone replied. She had to be joking. She’d only started working for him about a year ago, and in an entry-level position. She was fine at her job, but office space was reserved for far more senior employees.

“Well, it’s not for working, exactly, sir, I need it for, um, something else?” She met his gaze again, cheeks burning even redder. She shifted the cardigan a bit and he finally saw what she was so embarrassed about. Her breasts had leaked milk and formed two big, round wet spots on her blouse. He could see her nipples straining against the soaked fabric and felt his cock twitch between his legs.

“Why don’t you close the door, Sabine?”

She immediately obeyed. Good, he thought. She follows directions. He gestured to the chair opposite him. “Take a seat.”

Again, she complied, settling her massive girth into the chair. It creaked under her weight. He grinned at her, and he saw her eyes widen.

“I think, Sabine, that I have just the space for you. Clean, comfortable, centrally located… everything you could need.”
“Private?”, she asked.

Boone’s grin widened.

“Not quite.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that we can share this office, provided I can watch you while you pump. If you agree, I can make it worth your while.” He jotted down a sum on a spare piece of paper and slid it over to her. She gasped when she saw the sum.

“That could be yours every day you use this room. And all you have to do is what I ask of you… is that such a burden?”

She looked more flustered than ever, stammering and bouncing her leg up and down.

“I… we could… I don’t… what…”

Boone stood and strode over to her. He pushed her chair away from the desk and firmly took hold of her shoulders.

“Take my offer, Sabine, if you know that’s good for you.”

Her eyes were huge, and he could see she was starting to sweat. She managed to nod.

That was all he needed. He took control right away.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

She sank down in front of him. He grabbed two fistfuls of her shirt and tugged, ripping it down its front and letting her tits fall free. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and Boone could see beads of milk dripping off her nipples. Her bare breasts looked even more tempting than they did underneath her clothes, and he noticed how large and puffy her nipples had become. They were gigantic, sticking out at least two inches from her breasts. Her areolae were stretched wide and dark.

“Touch them.”

She began to massage her breasts and roll the nipples in between her fingers. Soon, a thin stream of milk spurted out, and Boone put his thumb over the source.

“Don’t make a mess,” he warned her. “At least, not yet.”

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped the fly of his dress pants, letting his rock-hard cock bounce free. With his hand, he guided his cock to her breast, rubbing the tip over her nipple. Slowly, he pushed it into her breast, the astonishingly large nipple stretching tight over the head of his cock. He could feel the pressure of her flesh surrounding him and began to pump steadily in and out of her, grunting in pleasure. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. He felt the pressure build in his cock until finally he let loose and came ropes into her breast. He watched it swell up with his seed momentarily until a hot wave of mixed hot milk and cum burst out of her nipple, pushing his spent cock out and showering him with fluid. He slapped her breast and grasped the other one with both hands. He dropped to his knees in front of her and put his mouth around her other nipple, causing Sabine to sob in pleasure. He began to knead the flesh of her breast with his hands as he sucked harder and harder on her throbbing nipple, so hard he was sure it would bruise. Milk began to flow out of her, filling his mouth faster than he could gulp it down. It ran over his mouth and down his chin, dripping onto her round belly and pooling onto his good carpet. He continued to suck and squeeze until the flow ebbed to a trickle and sat back on his heels to admire how he had turned Sabine into a wet, heaving mess on the floor of his office. He exhaled, content—and then he felt his cock grow hard again when Sabine began to rub her legs together. She hadn’t been satisfied, and he was ready for another round. He smiled.

“Let’s get ourselves cleaned up. I bet you didn’t know that the executive office had its own shower.”