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The day tumblr allows you to send asks from sideblogs, there will be no survivors

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"we have to stop meeting like this" -obstetrician to person in labour

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Marvel Rivals: Go On Maternity Leave Sai!

Here we have Psylocke from Marvel Rivals, very heavily pregnant with hers and Peter’s babies, and still refusing to go on maternity leave. Here she is the payload being escorted to her latest midwife appointment.

I fear I have peaked with this one chat.

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PRAISE BE TO THE OLD KUVA. DO NOT FEAR THE OLD KUVA.

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One of my favorite things is early stage hyper-pregnancy.

Someone looks 4 months actually just tested positive. Someone looks 6 months is actually stuffed full of zygotes. Someone looks 9 months is actually having a litter. Overdue but actually on x-ray it's someone stuffed with normal 5 month fetuses.

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The idea of taking your transgirl friend home, you two getting the hazy feelings, and as she's sitting on your chest her thighs begin to slosh blue and envelope your neck with this obscenely bottom-heavy silhouette sounds nice

Thoughts? :0

I honestly like? I love the idea of a slow berry inflation. I think about how nice it would be to meet up with a potential friend or lover for a day-date, going all over places like your favorite park, your favorite places to eat. Every hour noticing just how thick she is. Not ever really realizing something is up?

Sitting with her on a park bench that groans, maybe a little more than should be warranted by either of you, she's not that big, you think. Going through your pictures from the day, all these cute, adorable photos of two people having the best memories of their lives. Noticing that she wasn't really *that* big when you took your first pictures. But that's just camera trickery isn't it? That'd be really strange for a girl to blow up so suddenly.

You look at her. A blue tint in her eyes, just reflections from the water, you think. A soft blue color in her once jet black hair, just the sky reflecting off her hair, you think. You lean on her shoulder, how soft it is, she's so much softer than you originally thought. She's almost like a big jello girl. She lets out a soft little moan as you lean, and she puts her arm around you. How was just one arm this weighted, this soft, this...sloshy? She's basically sloshing. She's a big soft gelatinous girl with the prettiest blue eyes and a big....gut. She grabs your shoulder, biting her lip and looking at you. Her eyes simply glowing, the white that should be unbroken being interspersed with a deep blue set of veins.

What was she? Is she okay? Did any of it matter? Should you say something? She wants you. You lean in to kiss her cheek. The smell of blueberries fills your nose as you get mere millimeters from her face. You hear something that sounds a little like a...bubbling? Where is that coming from? You press your lips to her cheeks and instantly you can't stop tasting blueberry. Your mouth is filled with the taste. You think it's all in your head. You think this is insane. You pull away and there's a blue smear on her cheek. You spit in your hand to make sure, it's normal. You're not spitting blue. You rub her cheek to wipe away the blue tone, and yet more is revealed. She looks away, holding her strained, oversized hoodie to her face.

You rub your fingers together, flesh tone makeup staining the tips. You look at her, she's so fucking pretty. What is it about her? Why can't you feel any concern about this swelling girl's blue skin or blue eyes, or that she's gurgling and bubbling? Why can't you stop smelling blueberries now? Why do you want to take her home and shove your head between her thighs until she's screaming your name and-

She pulls her hoodie back down, and she unzips it slightly. She's blue. The smell of a meadow filled with blueberries fills your nose. She's beautiful. There's a small transgender symbol over her left breast, with a blueberry in it's center. You might've known her since she was just that shy awkward boy in your class that you thought was funny, but clearly she had been a berrygirl for much, much longer than you knew. Here she was, she was yours. She wants you. She needs you to make her feel like the most beautiful berrygirl there will ever be.

"Well, you know. So?"

"I think you're beautiful."

She struggles to come to her feet, visibly sloshing. She's the most bottom heavy girl you've ever seen, you can't help but wonder what it'd be like to smash your face into her gut.

"Take me home, and you can have all the berrygirl you want."

Sorry this took so long! Hopefully it's good <3. Whenever I finish Pup. I'm going to take on something similar to this? Like a berrygirl love story almost? I dunno, I conceptualize love through total submission to carnal desire and the deep, burning love of someone trying their best to make you feel like the prettiest creature that will ever walk this world.

Ta ta~

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The idea of taking your transgirl friend home, you two getting the hazy feelings, and as she's sitting on your chest her thighs begin to slosh blue and envelope your neck with this obscenely bottom-heavy silhouette sounds nice

Thoughts? :0

I honestly like? I love the idea of a slow berry inflation. I think about how nice it would be to meet up with a potential friend or lover for a day-date, going all over places like your favorite park, your favorite places to eat. Every hour noticing just how thick she is. Not ever really realizing something is up?

Sitting with her on a park bench that groans, maybe a little more than should be warranted by either of you, she's not that big, you think. Going through your pictures from the day, all these cute, adorable photos of two people having the best memories of their lives. Noticing that she wasn't really *that* big when you took your first pictures. But that's just camera trickery isn't it? That'd be really strange for a girl to blow up so suddenly.

You look at her. A blue tint in her eyes, just reflections from the water, you think. A soft blue color in her once jet black hair, just the sky reflecting off her hair, you think. You lean on her shoulder, how soft it is, she's so much softer than you originally thought. She's almost like a big jello girl. She lets out a soft little moan as you lean, and she puts her arm around you. How was just one arm this weighted, this soft, this...sloshy? She's basically sloshing. She's a big soft gelatinous girl with the prettiest blue eyes and a big....gut. She grabs your shoulder, biting her lip and looking at you. Her eyes simply glowing, the white that should be unbroken being interspersed with a deep blue set of veins.

What was she? Is she okay? Did any of it matter? Should you say something? She wants you. You lean in to kiss her cheek. The smell of blueberries fills your nose as you get mere millimeters from her face. You hear something that sounds a little like a...bubbling? Where is that coming from? You press your lips to her cheeks and instantly you can't stop tasting blueberry. Your mouth is filled with the taste. You think it's all in your head. You think this is insane. You pull away and there's a blue smear on her cheek. You spit in your hand to make sure, it's normal. You're not spitting blue. You rub her cheek to wipe away the blue tone, and yet more is revealed. She looks away, holding her strained, oversized hoodie to her face.

You rub your fingers together, flesh tone makeup staining the tips. You look at her, she's so fucking pretty. What is it about her? Why can't you feel any concern about this swelling girl's blue skin or blue eyes, or that she's gurgling and bubbling? Why can't you stop smelling blueberries now? Why do you want to take her home and shove your head between her thighs until she's screaming your name and-

She pulls her hoodie back down, and she unzips it slightly. She's blue. The smell of a meadow filled with blueberries fills your nose. She's beautiful. There's a small transgender symbol over her left breast, with a blueberry in it's center. You might've known her since she was just that shy awkward boy in your class that you thought was funny, but clearly she had been a berrygirl for much, much longer than you knew. Here she was, she was yours. She wants you. She needs you to make her feel like the most beautiful berrygirl there will ever be.

"Well, you know. So?"

"I think you're beautiful."

She struggles to come to her feet, visibly sloshing. She's the most bottom heavy girl you've ever seen, you can't help but wonder what it'd be like to smash your face into her gut.

"Take me home, and you can have all the berrygirl you want."

Sorry this took so long! Hopefully it's good <3. Whenever I finish Pup. I'm going to take on something similar to this? Like a berrygirl love story almost? I dunno, I conceptualize love through total submission to carnal desire and the deep, burning love of someone trying their best to make you feel like the prettiest creature that will ever walk this world.

Ta ta~

[blueberryinko]

The idea of taking your transgirl friend home, you two getting the hazy feelings, and as she's sitting on your chest her thighs begin to slosh blue and envelope your neck with this obscenely bottom-heavy silhouette sounds nice

Thoughts? :0

I honestly like? I love the idea of a slow berry inflation. I think about how nice it would be to meet up with a potential friend or lover for a day-date, going all over places like your favorite park, your favorite places to eat. Every hour noticing just how thick she is. Not ever really realizing something is up?

Sitting with her on a park bench that groans, maybe a little more than should be warranted by either of you, she's not that big, you think. Going through your pictures from the day, all these cute, adorable photos of two people having the best memories of their lives. Noticing that she wasn't really *that* big when you took your first pictures. But that's just camera trickery isn't it? That'd be really strange for a girl to blow up so suddenly.

You look at her. A blue tint in her eyes, just reflections from the water, you think. A soft blue color in her once jet black hair, just the sky reflecting off her hair, you think. You lean on her shoulder, how soft it is, she's so much softer than you originally thought. She's almost like a big jello girl. She lets out a soft little moan as you lean, and she puts her arm around you. How was just one arm this weighted, this soft, this...sloshy? She's basically sloshing. She's a big soft gelatinous girl with the prettiest blue eyes and a big....gut. She grabs your shoulder, biting her lip and looking at you. Her eyes simply glowing, the white that should be unbroken being interspersed with a deep blue set of veins.

What was she? Is she okay? Did any of it matter? Should you say something? She wants you. You lean in to kiss her cheek. The smell of blueberries fills your nose as you get mere millimeters from her face. You hear something that sounds a little like a...bubbling? Where is that coming from? You press your lips to her cheeks and instantly you can't stop tasting blueberry. Your mouth is filled with the taste. You think it's all in your head. You think this is insane. You pull away and there's a blue smear on her cheek. You spit in your hand to make sure, it's normal. You're not spitting blue. You rub her cheek to wipe away the blue tone, and yet more is revealed. She looks away, holding her strained, oversized hoodie to her face.

You rub your fingers together, flesh tone makeup staining the tips. You look at her, she's so fucking pretty. What is it about her? Why can't you feel any concern about this swelling girl's blue skin or blue eyes, or that she's gurgling and bubbling? Why can't you stop smelling blueberries now? Why do you want to take her home and shove your head between her thighs until she's screaming your name and-

She pulls her hoodie back down, and she unzips it slightly. She's blue. The smell of a meadow filled with blueberries fills your nose. She's beautiful. There's a small transgender symbol over her left breast, with a blueberry in it's center. You might've known her since she was just that shy awkward boy in your class that you thought was funny, but clearly she had been a berrygirl for much, much longer than you knew. Here she was, she was yours. She wants you. She needs you to make her feel like the most beautiful berrygirl there will ever be.

"Well, you know. So?"

"I think you're beautiful."

She struggles to come to her feet, visibly sloshing. She's the most bottom heavy girl you've ever seen, you can't help but wonder what it'd be like to smash your face into her gut.

"Take me home, and you can have all the berrygirl you want."

Sorry this took so long! Hopefully it's good <3. Whenever I finish Pup. I'm going to take on something similar to this? Like a berrygirl love story almost? I dunno, I conceptualize love through total submission to carnal desire and the deep, burning love of someone trying their best to make you feel like the prettiest creature that will ever walk this world.

Ta ta~

[blueberryinko]

The idea of taking your transgirl friend home, you two getting the hazy feelings, and as she's sitting on your chest her thighs begin to slosh blue and envelope your neck with this obscenely bottom-heavy silhouette sounds nice

Thoughts? :0

I honestly like? I love the idea of a slow berry inflation. I think about how nice it would be to meet up with a potential friend or lover for a day-date, going all over places like your favorite park, your favorite places to eat. Every hour noticing just how thick she is. Not ever really realizing something is up?

Sitting with her on a park bench that groans, maybe a little more than should be warranted by either of you, she's not that big, you think. Going through your pictures from the day, all these cute, adorable photos of two people having the best memories of their lives. Noticing that she wasn't really *that* big when you took your first pictures. But that's just camera trickery isn't it? That'd be really strange for a girl to blow up so suddenly.

You look at her. A blue tint in her eyes, just reflections from the water, you think. A soft blue color in her once jet black hair, just the sky reflecting off her hair, you think. You lean on her shoulder, how soft it is, she's so much softer than you originally thought. She's almost like a big jello girl. She lets out a soft little moan as you lean, and she puts her arm around you. How was just one arm this weighted, this soft, this...sloshy? She's basically sloshing. She's a big soft gelatinous girl with the prettiest blue eyes and a big....gut. She grabs your shoulder, biting her lip and looking at you. Her eyes simply glowing, the white that should be unbroken being interspersed with a deep blue set of veins.

What was she? Is she okay? Did any of it matter? Should you say something? She wants you. You lean in to kiss her cheek. The smell of blueberries fills your nose as you get mere millimeters from her face. You hear something that sounds a little like a...bubbling? Where is that coming from? You press your lips to her cheeks and instantly you can't stop tasting blueberry. Your mouth is filled with the taste. You think it's all in your head. You think this is insane. You pull away and there's a blue smear on her cheek. You spit in your hand to make sure, it's normal. You're not spitting blue. You rub her cheek to wipe away the blue tone, and yet more is revealed. She looks away, holding her strained, oversized hoodie to her face.

You rub your fingers together, flesh tone makeup staining the tips. You look at her, she's so fucking pretty. What is it about her? Why can't you feel any concern about this swelling girl's blue skin or blue eyes, or that she's gurgling and bubbling? Why can't you stop smelling blueberries now? Why do you want to take her home and shove your head between her thighs until she's screaming your name and-

She pulls her hoodie back down, and she unzips it slightly. She's blue. The smell of a meadow filled with blueberries fills your nose. She's beautiful. There's a small transgender symbol over her left breast, with a blueberry in it's center. You might've known her since she was just that shy awkward boy in your class that you thought was funny, but clearly she had been a berrygirl for much, much longer than you knew. Here she was, she was yours. She wants you. She needs you to make her feel like the most beautiful berrygirl there will ever be.

"Well, you know. So?"

"I think you're beautiful."

She struggles to come to her feet, visibly sloshing. She's the most bottom heavy girl you've ever seen, you can't help but wonder what it'd be like to smash your face into her gut.

"Take me home, and you can have all the berrygirl you want."

Sorry this took so long! Hopefully it's good <3. Whenever I finish Pup. I'm going to take on something similar to this? Like a berrygirl love story almost? I dunno, I conceptualize love through total submission to carnal desire and the deep, burning love of someone trying their best to make you feel like the prettiest creature that will ever walk this world.

Ta ta~

[blueberryinko]

The idea of taking your transgirl friend home, you two getting the hazy feelings, and as she's sitting on your chest her thighs begin to slosh blue and envelope your neck with this obscenely bottom-heavy silhouette sounds nice

Thoughts? :0

I honestly like? I love the idea of a slow berry inflation. I think about how nice it would be to meet up with a potential friend or lover for a day-date, going all over places like your favorite park, your favorite places to eat. Every hour noticing just how thick she is. Not ever really realizing something is up?

Sitting with her on a park bench that groans, maybe a little more than should be warranted by either of you, she's not that big, you think. Going through your pictures from the day, all these cute, adorable photos of two people having the best memories of their lives. Noticing that she wasn't really *that* big when you took your first pictures. But that's just camera trickery isn't it? That'd be really strange for a girl to blow up so suddenly.

You look at her. A blue tint in her eyes, just reflections from the water, you think. A soft blue color in her once jet black hair, just the sky reflecting off her hair, you think. You lean on her shoulder, how soft it is, she's so much softer than you originally thought. She's almost like a big jello girl. She lets out a soft little moan as you lean, and she puts her arm around you. How was just one arm this weighted, this soft, this...sloshy? She's basically sloshing. She's a big soft gelatinous girl with the prettiest blue eyes and a big....gut. She grabs your shoulder, biting her lip and looking at you. Her eyes simply glowing, the white that should be unbroken being interspersed with a deep blue set of veins.

What was she? Is she okay? Did any of it matter? Should you say something? She wants you. You lean in to kiss her cheek. The smell of blueberries fills your nose as you get mere millimeters from her face. You hear something that sounds a little like a...bubbling? Where is that coming from? You press your lips to her cheeks and instantly you can't stop tasting blueberry. Your mouth is filled with the taste. You think it's all in your head. You think this is insane. You pull away and there's a blue smear on her cheek. You spit in your hand to make sure, it's normal. You're not spitting blue. You rub her cheek to wipe away the blue tone, and yet more is revealed. She looks away, holding her strained, oversized hoodie to her face.

You rub your fingers together, flesh tone makeup staining the tips. You look at her, she's so fucking pretty. What is it about her? Why can't you feel any concern about this swelling girl's blue skin or blue eyes, or that she's gurgling and bubbling? Why can't you stop smelling blueberries now? Why do you want to take her home and shove your head between her thighs until she's screaming your name and-

She pulls her hoodie back down, and she unzips it slightly. She's blue. The smell of a meadow filled with blueberries fills your nose. She's beautiful. There's a small transgender symbol over her left breast, with a blueberry in it's center. You might've known her since she was just that shy awkward boy in your class that you thought was funny, but clearly she had been a berrygirl for much, much longer than you knew. Here she was, she was yours. She wants you. She needs you to make her feel like the most beautiful berrygirl there will ever be.

"Well, you know. So?"

"I think you're beautiful."

She struggles to come to her feet, visibly sloshing. She's the most bottom heavy girl you've ever seen, you can't help but wonder what it'd be like to smash your face into her gut.

"Take me home, and you can have all the berrygirl you want."

Sorry this took so long! Hopefully it's good <3. Whenever I finish Pup. I'm going to take on something similar to this? Like a berrygirl love story almost? I dunno, I conceptualize love through total submission to carnal desire and the deep, burning love of someone trying their best to make you feel like the prettiest creature that will ever walk this world.

Ta ta~

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Sk8r Berry

See you later, berry. 

A mini-comic to give me some practice working on comic style works! Hopefully this means I’ll be able to work on more comics in the future, but I can’t guarantee anything for certain. Hope y’all enjoy this one regardless! 

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I don’t know if this is a hot take, but if you’re anti pregnancy kink, keep it out of our tags? Like, you’ll tag this shit not realising we can see it? Fuck off!??? No-one wants to see your dislike, no-one wants to see the puritanism, nobody wants to see your stupid pearly clutching in the year of 2025. If you don’t have anything nice to say, sew your mouth shut.

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Holy, fuck.

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What are your feelings on rapid pregnancy?

Love it ❤️

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Here

Embiggens your Ashley

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👏Don't Be A Fucking Thief👏

(My previous post on the matter)

Basically, last week I discovered that there's a Tumblr user who's decided that it's perfectly acceptable to take other people's work and slap them together as if it's their own. Blatantly copy-pasting text and just sewing up the seam between different stories, as a matter of fact. Despite my polite attempts to reach out to them via reply and DM, they've refused to respond to me, so I've decided to make a PSA to the community at large, because this is not okay.

The user is @gimme-dat-belly.

So far, they have taken works by myself, @pumpkinbirth, and @birthedstars to deface in this manner. (Example 1) (Example 2). They also tried to submit at least one of these "Frankensteined" stories (kudos to pumpkin for the descriptor) to @imagineyourepregnant, which thankfully did not post them.

No one has permission to reproduce, redistribute, or remix my work at all, or anywhere else, without my express permission

Do what you want with the information. I suggest blocking them, but the ball is in your court now.

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