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Anonymous: Idk if you've ever written anything abt this but I love the idea of some small foreign entity crawling inside my womb while I'm asleep and like. Fusing I guess? And just constantly fertilizing me to the point I'm always pumping out its kids. Makes me go straight to Niagara falls lol

I'm sure I have some permapreg like it somewhere around here, but it's always something I'm willing to explore <3

It's just an ordinary night for you, so you manage to get to sleep eventually. That's when your uninvited guest comes out to play. Maybe it was under your bed, or just outside your window, or somewhere else in your room that you don't check often enough. Whatever it is, the thing slinks out from its hiding spot on too many limbs and seeks out your available hole. It knows it has a good project on its hands - you can be turned into a good tool for it, something to pump out not-quite-humans infected with its genes.

Its body secretes sedatives that keep you fast asleep as it opens up your cunt with its tapered body, pulling itself deeper and deeper inside of you until it presses right up against your cervix. With a little extra force, it pops inside, sliding perfectly into place as it latches to the top of your womb. It quickly dissolves a portion of the inner lining so that its body can fuse to yours, and it even incorporates some of your DNA into itself so that your immune system doesn't recognize it as a threat. Within minutes, its skin and your womb flow into each other seamlessly, and it can begin its work.

It takes a little while to get your body up to speed on what the new plan is. The first round of hormones it secretes is meant to prepare its environment for its young in particular - they may be similar to humans in various superficial ways, but they are most certainly not the standard young a human should be bearing, and certainly at a rate far too fast for any human. Then, once your internal workings have been altered to its tastes, it starts releasing its seed into your womb - in fact, with bifurcated genitalia, it can simply insert a long probe directly into your fallopian tubes and bombard your unprotected ovaries with its sperm cells, fertilizing engorged eggs much faster than should be possible. In fact, new eggs are forming just for its purposes, which is normally an incredibly rare event - but, then again, this thing isn't producing humans, so human biology is mostly irrelevant.

The first cells start dividing late in the night while you're still peacefully sleeping, entirely unaware of how you've been changed. Permanently. Forever.

In the morning, you become acutely aware of the new developments when the first hints of labor pull you harshly into the waking world. You gasp and moan, clutching at your rounded, swollen belly. You're so large that you can't even adjust your position properly, and you're left to wonder, terrified, what must have happened last night for you to end up like this. You're not allowed to think much further about it, however, because the pain of a child pressing against your dilated cervix is a distraction from everything else, and you have to follow through on the urge to push before anything else can be done.

Labor is fast, in comparison to how long an active labor normally is, and it's agonizing as a result. Your body isn't used to being stretched open and pulled apart like this, much less from the inside out, so thoroughly claimed by something you can't identify - and yet, despite the pain, pleasure still washes over you, and you can't help but cum multiple times, delaying the birth as you clench hard around the inhuman child still sliding through your birth canal. Your cervix and cunt are stretched wide, wide open, torturous and euphoric at the same time, and you're tempted to linger at the crowning stage just to bask in the horrible, searing burn that comes from something just too big. Your body screams at you to bear down, though, so you do, your legs shaking as you cum again at the sensation of a newborn slipping wetly out of your newly-sloppy cunt.

As you lay back, fighting for breath, you can feel more weight gathering in your lower belly. Placing a hand on your midsection greets you with the sensation of your skin pulling tight under your fingers, an alien mass pushing out from within, filling up your womb with something you didn't ask for - and yet something that makes your skin burn with arousal, makes your eyes roll back in your head and your tongue loll out of your mouth when your cervix hugs another small body on its way out of you. The process seems to be speeding up - even as you're giving birth, another body stretches your insides.

These are just the growing pains as the organism that's taken you over makes sure its systems are in place properly. It's making sure that you can push out as many children as it commands, making sure that you're hyperfertile and loving it, making sure that the elevated pain response you're experiencing is simultaneously translated to pleasure so that it hurts and makes you cum at the same time. So far, everything is going well - but it wants to keep up the test run for a little while, pump out enough children to make up for its time outside of a human womb, when it couldn't produce young.

You're trapped in bed all day, screaming and sobbing through orgasm after orgasm as babies open you wide, an endless chain of children you can't identify, not at all human and yet with the appearances of oversized newborns. The way they can crawl immediately after birth - and climb up the walls, no less - tells you that you're not dealing with a weird human pregnancy; this is something entirely out of your wheelhouse, but you're finding it harder and harder to care as your brain learns more and more to enjoy your new position as a permanent baby factory, a sloppy hole for babies to come out of, an incubator. You're forgetting everything else you had planned for today, for next week, for the upcoming month, the rest of the year. Pleasure and pain, and this implacable urge to give birth over and over again, are quickly wiping out the desire to do anything else.

By the end of the day, things have slowed back down, but you're still giving birth at least once an hour. In between, you're rubbing your cunt, easily sliding a fist into your sloppy hole to keep yourself open for the next child that needs to come out of you. You're all too happy to stay like this, but when there's an extended pause, you take the opportunity to fall back asleep, exhausted without realizing it.

Then, you wake up, and your midsection is larger than it was yesterday morning. The morning sun says hello through your drawn blinds as you wail, squeezing out a batch of easily five or six newborns, apparently left gestating inside of you all night while the thing that took you over let you get some rest. It seems to have a good picture of the human limit, but you have no clue of any of this; all you know is that something happened to you, and it's the best time you've ever had in your life.

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hot slutty boy who just cant stop getting knocked up even after he's already pregnant so he just keeps getting more and more bred with more and more babies <333

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You need a surrogate. You sought out an agency for one and apparently, you got hooked up with one of the best. Funny, you didn’t know that surrogate parents could be ranked.

Uh, but anyways. Stepping into the facility, you weirdly felt like you were in a frat house. Many overly friendly pats on the back, raised eyebrows whenever your chosen surrogate was mentioned, sneaky smiles. There was a weird air around.

Mind that you have yet to see this person. You had communicated with them through a chatroom a bit and looked at their profile. You did see a profile picture for them, you know what their face looks like but… something felt off. Something felt off when you walked into the place.

I mean, they seemed experienced. Their health was great and they have had many successful pregnancies.

Many. An impressive bit actually. You guessed passingly that maybe they were just proud of their most productive and fertile employee. But then, you saw her.

You have NEVER seen a surrogate like her before. Or any pregnant woman like her ever for that matter. A ball of overtaxed flesh conquered her and sat triumphantly on her form. She was pregnant; she was very pregnant. You can’t believe how pregnant she was.

She was wearing nothing. Not that you think she could wear any clothes. You don’t know what size there is out there for a woman of her magnitude. The only thing that was somewhat keeping her dignity was her belly oddly enough. You couldn’t see her lower half because of it.

You nearly caught a glimpse of her engorged, furiously red tits ( that matched the color of her belly too ) but she grabbed a blanket and covered up what she can.

“Come in,” She invited. Transfixed on her entirely, you followed.

You would come to learn the reason that she’s so swollen was because she had multiple wombs and at the moment, 13/14 of them were occupied. Each womb was at a different gestation stage.

2 wombs have 9 months along babies, 3 wombs hold babies that are 7 months along, most are half way through and the remainer are in the early stages.

Now, that explains how they amassed so many pregnancies and babies. Now, the question is if you want to occupy the last spot inside of them.

When you asked you that, that broke you out of your trance. You sat there in silence for a bit and they impatiently tapped their fingers on their tit.

“Well, I am waiting for an answer,” She groaned. You blushed red when they then asked: “Do you want me inseminated or are we looking at the old fashion way. Know that I want extra for the latter.”

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I saw someone comment on this at one point and said there’s no way these are real contractions…something more along the lines of cramps because of how rapidly the belly moves

Yet it doesn’t look like she tries to brace herself at all…any thoughts???

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I'm frantically rubbing my hands over my tight belly. It’s sitting heavy on my small hips, feeling so full and bloated it's driving me crazy. It’s been cramping awfully all morning and I know it sounds insane ... but I'm convinced I'm pregnant.

There's no other explanation. The slow but steady growth, all the movement inside, the ache in my chest. I've been telling you for months now but you brush it off everytime, saying:

"Don't be stupid. Boys can't get pregnant."

And I know you're right. I know it.

But there's just so much pressure. Everything hurts so bad, my pelvis feels like it'll tear apart. The skin on my belly so sensitive I can't stop groaning, whining everytime I touch it. Whatever is happening to me, I need your help because I feel like I'm ready to pop any second.

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dreaming about going on a trip to the other side of the country, or maybe another country entirely, and having just a grand ol time sleeping around with new strangers for the whole vacation. i justify it as letting loose and also i’m on t so it’s fiiiiine

i come home, feeling absolutely refreshed from my trip and go about life as normal back home. until a couple of months later i realize i might have brought home another souvenir by accident from the way my stomach is starting to round out

as my pregnant belly gets bigger and bigger and to the size i can’t hide it anymore, i’ll have to explain how i got this way in the first place. red faced with a hand on my aching back and the other rubbing my big gravid middle as i say i don’t know who out of the dozens of gorgeous strangers got me this way

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Its always the low quality ones

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we're all thinking it so i'll just say it. we need more mpreg where the top gets pregnant

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what was that? sorry i wasn't listening, i was thinking about you getting me pregnant.

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