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reblog if you want a full round bump that looks cute in tight dresses, but you also want a huge distended multiple baby bump that your partner has to lift to pleasure you.

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fuckin... i gotta get up and start my day soon but i’m thinking real hard about giving someone a handjob and helping them push freaky squirming creatures out their cock. watching their balls pulse and writhe on the inside and making them tell me exactly how everything feels. a particularly active one tries to make its way out and i slide my finger over their hole and force it back in. *explodes

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Monster Preg that's undeniably unnatural. The belly is too large too soon, and it's constantly squirming and roiling and quivering, covered in veins and stretch marks and shiny from how taut it is, and gurgling ominously.

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urgently need to admire someone laying and encourage them to push and show me how they stretch around that hard shell

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12 Days of Christmas Song, but instead of lousy gifts, you're given more babies... Up to you whether it's just 12, or if it's cumulative if you want hyper preg (that'd be 364 babies fyi)

Oh man, gonna be looking RIPE this holiday season!

I'm not sure which way I lean, cause 12 is a more realistic stretch for what I'd like, but sometimes you gotta go big or go home, y'know?

Additionally, what if each "day" was a different non-human entity getting phased into your womb as each day passes? Eggs, orcs, aliens, angels, whatever? I'm sure someone would be ecstatic to get a cocktail of cargo put in their womb?

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Oh, you'll look so lovely giving birth! I hope they all come out. Sometimes, the little ones decide they like it better inside of the body and dig in, and then you're just stuck with them there forever, growing and growing. -Phantom

oh nooooo god forbid i think theyre all laid and out of me and not realize a small creature is left over that just keeps growing, comfy and content in my womb, until my tummy is bulging again just from the size of it alone and it decides as well that since its already lodged in my womb may as well lay more eggs! and i just become a permeant breeder, occasionally having to lay eggs from the leftover creature, a fun little ornament in your collecting ;3

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hear me out: something fills both your ass and cunt with eggs, so when the time to push them out comes, you get completely ruined BUT two eggs bear down at the same time and stop each other from coming out so you're just stuck with big eggs streching both of your canals, unable to give birth to the rest of them until you figure how to get them to move

Oho, this is a very good thought~

Some four-legged avian creature, with a tooth-filled beak and gleaming eyes, chases me down and just picks me up with its mouth, making sure I know that struggling is pointless by tightening its jaws every time I get a little bit too squirmy. I can do nothing against it as it carries me back to its nest, unceremoniously spitting me onto the ground and nosing my legs apart. It shreds my clothes with its talons in seconds to give itself even easier access, and my purpose is made clear when it uses its talons to scoop a pile of eggs from the nest floor.

The eggs aren't enormous, all things considered, but fitting even one in my cunt is kind of a stretch. The monster clatters its beak, annoyed, and plants its talons to either side of my body, pushing the egg in further with a tapered cock. I try not to struggle too much, unwilling to annoy the beast, but I can't stop my back from arching when it shoves the egg past my cervix and directly into my womb.

When my middle is rounded out and my womb is stuffed nicely, there's still a good handful of eggs left. The monster knows exactly what to do, though, and just tilts my hips up a little so that it has easier access to my ass. The eggs push each other deeper and deeper into my guts, scraping together and pressing against my full womb in a way that's simultaneously uncomfortable and arousing.

I act as an unwilling incubator for the monster as the eggs grow inside, swelling me further. The beast checks in on the eggs often, feeling out my midsection with a foot to make sure nothing is amiss. The state I'm in doesn't matter nearly as much, obviously, but I still try to avoid bringing attention to myself. That's why I wait until the monster is away to masturbate at all, running a hand over my distended middle, relishing just how difficult it is to move, the weight of my passengers pinning me to the ground. Being so full, swollen to the point of a satisfying ache, turns me on constantly.

The twinge of labor is startling, but it also sends a wave of arousal through my brain, washing away any other thought. There's nothing I can do but moan quietly in pain and pleasure both, spreading my legs wide for ease of exit, and the beast that brought me here is interested in my progress, sitting down to watch intently. It seems easy enough at first, eggs sliding willingly towards my holes, but I come up against the problem of the eggs' increased size. While one may still have been manageable, trying to birth two at the same time is impossible. I'm stuck.

There's no release from the painful, burning stretch of having both holes so wide open, stuck crowning, pinned against each other and against my pelvic bones. I can't push them out further, they refuse to go back in on their own, and the monster clatters its beak warningly when I reach down to try and push one back - there's nothing I can do. I just have to lay there with the pain and the urge to push, the rest of the clutch stuck behind the two I'm trying to lay. Instead of pushing further, I just reach down to touch myself instead, masturbating to the pain, the stretch, the very situation I'm in, knowing that I'm only here to serve as this beast's incubator.

It feels like hours, but there's no telling how long I really lay there, cumming over and over again. The monster watches the entire time, almost as though it's amused at my debasement, at the fact that I'm taking pleasure from something it never intended to be pleasurable. It doesn't care if this feels good (or bad) for me, but it seems entertained by this odd human habit of mine, which I'm thankful for - I don't think I'd have been able to stand the pain if I hadn't been allowed to cum. Honestly, I can feel my willpower dissolving, and I'm half-resigned to having to lay there forever, my holes perpetually stretched open, and thinking about it like that makes me cum harder.

To my half-disappointment, the beast eventually reaches out with a single talon and offers me some assistance. It presses the egg in my ass back into my guts, and it slides past the one in my cunt with a sudden popping sensation. I cum violently as the egg in my pussy slides out wetly, sloppy with my juices, and keep pushing, forcing another one into my birth canal even though I'm so exhausted.

At the crucial moment, the monster withdraws its talon, and the egg in my guts slides down to meet the other.

I cry out in simultaneous ecstasy, frustration, and pain, tears sliding down my face as my eyes roll back in my head and I cum yet again without even touching myself this time, so obsessed with being under this monster's control that I lose myself completely to the clutch I'm bearing. This is my only purpose here, and I know it, and I want it to be reinforced whenever possible - which is why I'm so infatuated with the eggs stuck in my holes. Unable to give birth, but constantly in the process of it...that's definitely a reminder. It's very hard to forget something that presses up against your pelvic bones so insistently, after all.

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here is a basic idea. you get stuck on your wolfman's (or wolf) knot for the whole pregnancy and you have to be carried on his cock until you give birth

Oh yes, I love going back to the classics <3

When cautioned about werewolves, I have to pretend to be concerned if I want to have any dignity. The secret is, however, that I'm just as depraved as the next whore, thirsty for a werewolf's attention. I can't stop thinking about the sheer power in a werewolf's hands, the danger of his teeth, the very existence of his knot. God, a werewolf's knot. It all fills my daydreams whenever I spend too much time bored and alone.

Of course, actually being in such a situation makes me feel much different. There's real terror in being chased down by something you can't see, flashing in and out of the shadows that fracture the light of a full moon. Getting caught is a different beast entirely, pun fully intended. I don't know what he plans to do to me. He could very well just rip me limb from limb and leave me as a warning to any other trespassing humans.

When he uses his talons to shred my clothing from my body, however, I get a better picture of his intentions.

Now that he has his prey, his cock unsheathes. It's bigger than I thought it would be. I've seen werewolves before, of course, but only in the distance, and I've never seen one hard. A werewolf's hard-on is not proportional to the wolf's body, not in the same way human cocks are, and I'm about to get up close and personal with one, much more up close and personal than I ever thought I would. I may be turned on, but I'm also worried - how is he gonna fit?

The obvious answer is that he makes it fit.

He makes it fit, and it hurts, fuck it hurts, but my body nonetheless responds to the stimulation by cumming around him, tightening uselessly against the burning spread. He presses right up against my cervix in no time and claims it soon after, forcing his way inside with an easy violence born of practice, and the feeling of my womb stretching around the cock raping me open makes me see stars. I can't help it.

He must be pent up, because it doesn't take him long to cum. He uses me like a cocksleeve, barely even bothering to pull out and just hammering into the top of my womb with quick, deep thrusts until he fills me with his seed. I've heard tales, of course - human hostages being used to spawn more werewolves until their bodies simply give out - but I don't know how much truth there is to them. Can a werewolf actually knock up a human?

Blearily, I figure that I'm going to find out, whether I want to or not.

Unfortunately, it doesn't take me long to start showing. Even more unfortunately, the werewolf's knot doesn't go down even a little bit, which keeps me locked to his body as he goes about his business. Being so full of seed and subject to constant touch like this makes me unable to think, barely ever able to pull a coherent idea together, but I definitely notice when the seed inside takes up less room than the new life growing there. Lives, probably. Werewolves do breed in litters, after all, so the werewolf currently wearing me around like a fancy fleshlight probably raped me full of puppies. The thought makes my toes curl.

My belly swells with werewolf young as the one responsible continues on with his life. Whenever he runs, the movements of his cock inside make me moan and whine, and even just walking makes me whimper pathetically. He doesn't pay me any attention except when he wants to keep me quiet, just pressing a broad, strong hand over my face so that my muffled noises don't alert his prey. He makes sure not to lay on me whenever he goes to sleep, but that's probably just because he wants me to bear a healthy litter for him. That's all I'm here for, after all - that, and his pleasure.

That's why it makes a lot of sense when the first twinge of labor gets his attention.

I gasp when pain hits my abdomen, tensing up. The werewolf sits back and pins me down by my shoulders, leaning in close to inspect my belly - at least, as well as he can from an awkward angle like this. He sniffs me all over, and his ears twitch when I moan in pain again. A growl rumbles through the air, but it's not a growl of aggression; it's one of satisfaction. He knows that his work is coming to fruition, and he's looking forward to the results. So am I.

When the urge to push hits me, I follow it with very little success. The werewolf growls again, shifting his hips, and I can tell by the activity of his young inside of me that they're aching to be free. Unfortunately, their father seems intent upon keeping me full - and I can't blame him. Not only is it a damn good look on me, but it also just feels good at this point. I can't stand the thought of being empty. My body, however, has other plans, and I follow the urge to push once more.

This time, something - some body part or another, maybe a paw - manages to push between the tight ring of my cervix and the thick intrusion of werewolf cock. The sensation makes me scream, my back arching, but the werewolf keeps me pinned in place, jerking his hips once as though reminding me where I belong. Then, he gives me the mercy of pulling out, finally, finally freeing me from his knot and allowing me to give birth to his puppies.

The stretch, the pain, just the very knowledge that I'm giving birth to a werewolf's young - it all makes me moan obscenely, pleasure erasing all my other thoughts. The shadow of the werewolf looming over me reminds me of how I got into this situation in the first place, and his cock remains hard as he watches intently. I beg him to rape me again while I'm giving birth, the sensations almost too much to bear, scrambling my head while the pups slide out of me wetly, one after another after another until seven healthy, strong werewolf pups are squirming on the ground between my legs.

Before I can even examine them, the werewolf above me snarls and shoves his still-hard cock into my open, sloppy cunt, battering my cervix with shallow thrusts. I whine and cry, tears streaming down my face, but the werewolf doesn't care. He just uses my body all over again before shoving his cock in properly to seed my womb directly, his knot again swollen to its full capacity. I thought that maybe giving birth might make his knot easier to take, or might make me too loose to get stuck on him again, but no - I'm still trapped. I'm still stuck there while the werewolf makes sure I'm pregnant with another one of his litters.

I can't think straight enough to complain, but even if I had the mental capacity, I don't know if I would.

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being dangerously tight from huge eggs that multiply inside you over a short period of time and desperately trying to catch up on pushing them out as your womb can't take any more

mmmm just lost in the sauce of pushing and swelling constantly, aching and throbbing, never able to rest, just the endless sensation of each egg pushing it's way out and womb drooping heavier and heavier

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Imagine the old 'entire village is an Eldritch cult' trope but the village is made up entirely of women who are constantly kept pregnant, being bred over abd over by the horror sleeping beneath them...

The place is always talking about dreams, bc it always happens in dreams... you sleep so deeply, cumming and squirming as something in your mind makes you feel pleasure beyond belief, and wake up already swolen. Gender doesn't matter, everyone always waddles around heavy; some more than others, some with live young and some with eggs, an experiment by a creature beyond our knowledge... but everyone always feels so good, carrying, that they don't think to question the strangeness of it all. Just spend a night, and you'll never want to leave...

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“Experimental growth hormone test subjects needed. Applicants must be fertile and previously have given birth. Pay starts at $6000 per month.”

It was an unconventional job listing, but as a single mom, you needed the money. You sent in your application to the email in the posting and we’re surprised when you got a phone call less than an hour later asking you to come in for an interview that afternoon. You hurried to arrange for a babysitter for your son, then drove downtown to the medical research facility.

“The application process is very simple. Take this pill and wait in the waiting room for about five minutes. You should feel the effects right away if it works in you. If it does, then you’re hired.”

You were suspicious, but you really did need the money, so you swallowed the pill and took a seat. Within seconds, your stomach began to feel bloated. You told yourself that it was probably just a side effect of the pill and not to worry about it.

By the end of the five minutes, your belly was visibly bloated. You would have thought you looked pregnant if such a thing wasn’t impossible. You hadn’t had sex in years, no since you found out your no-good ex had a woman on the side and you swore off relationships for good. But with every second that ticked by, your belly grew larger and larger. You felt something squirming inside you and prayed that it wasn’t your bowels about to let loose in response to the weird pill.

Finally the receptionist came to check on you.

“Ah, looks like you’re a perfect candidate. Come right this way and we’ll get you set up.”

You struggled to lift yourself out of the waiting room chair. If the receptionist wasn’t worried about the bloating, then it must be normal. Suddenly you felt an intense cramp. You couldn’t help yourself. You cried out and grabbed the receptionist’s arm.

“Oh my, you’re very receptive to the drug.”

“What is happening to me?” You could hardly stand, you were in so much pain.

“Didn’t you read the material on our website? This pill grows a fully developed fetus in one day. You seem to have responded faster than is usual, but not to worry, our doctors will take good care of you.”

“I’m pregnant?” you screech, clutching your belly as another pain seizes you.

“Technically, yes, and in labor, by the looks of it. But don’t worry, you’ll heal just as quickly once you give birth and you can come back every month to give the pill another go for as long as you want.”

You can hardly comprehend what the man is saying because you are in so much pain. Not only was the pregnancy sped up, but the labor as well. The contractions are so intense that you feel like you’re going to break apart. You barely make it to the back room and lay on a bed before you feel an urge to push.

“Slowly, slowly,” a doctor coaches you.

You can feel the head rocketing down your birth canal. “Oh, oh, hoo, hoo.”

The doctor pulls down your pants as you give one push. You hear a baby start to cry. The doctor removes the baby from the room. There is no umbilical cord or afterbirth. You are left lying there in your dress clothes that you came dressed for a job interview in.

The receptionist comes in to help you get cleaned up. “Many of our first time trial guests forget to bring clothes to go home in. I hope these fit you alright. Your check is in the bag as well. We’ll see you again next month.”

You open the bag. Inside are brand new clothes and a check for $8000, more than what you were expecting. You dress and head out to your car, passing another woman in the waiting room on your way out. Her belly looks like she’s about the have triplets. You wonder what will be in store for you next time, but if they keep paying you like this, you’ll do anything they ask.

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in the mood to birth half a dozen eggs. i want to feel them weighing down my stomach, sliding down against my cervix, stretching it open ever-so-slowly, so the constant contact is driving me crazy. i want to feel myself open up from the inside so they can escape. i want them to force my cunt to gape wider than it ever has as they slip further along the way, and I want to feel the pressure as the first egg crowns against my entrance. i want my labia to pull tight around the fattest part of a smooth shell and make me wonder, for just a moment, if it’s going to be able to come out at all. i want the pressure release to be so intense that i cum as i finish birthing it — and then i want to do it five more times.

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Perhaps it was a mistake to choose dinosaurs as your topic for your university's science fair. Perhaps you screwed up following the instructions or did not read them carefully enough.

You sat in your dorm, half your project done, sat on your desk. A little nest where you were going to present the replica dinosaur eggs, without its crown jewel however the eggs.

You rubbed your humongous stomach self consciously which has stretched to an unimaginable size. You were naked but there was no way you could see further than your gargantuan bullet shaped stomach littered with red and purple stretch marks and veins. 'Gives a whole new meaning to "ready to pop"' you thought to yourself. You squirted more oil you purchased from a dubious store (along with the egg kit of course) on your puffy pussy that you could barely reach and rubbed it in. It made you feel hot all over but still you dutifully resumed your nightly ritual.

The rubbing felt incredible, before you knew it you barely had any oil left and you were writhing beneath your stomach. You probably would've arched your back off the bed too if you weren't pinned against it by the weight. Then suddenly something shifted within you, you could practically feel your pelvis creak as a torrent of fluid flooded your bed.

You tried to at least get yourself up on your elbows to see in the mirror facing your bed, what was going on.

The bed was soaked alright and between your legs was something slimey and brownish.

"What the fuck..." you muttered to yourself, trying to at least somehow maneuver your body on your hands and knees. Was this it? Upon examining it closer, you realised what it was and your heart dropped just as an extreme wave of pain washed over you. It was the fucking mucus plug. But why was it so huge. How much would your cervix have to dilate if this was keeping it sealed. 15 cm? 20 cm?

You started to feel sick. Just how many eggs were there?!

The sudden pressure increasing tenfold halted your train of thought.

At least you were already on your hands and knees right, besides you had the whole night to yourself. You bore down gingerly and hoped that your huge stomach pressing against the mattress would help too. Nothing but more liquid came out and the pain and pressure was only increasing.

After 3 hours of rocking back and forth with 0 results you decided it was time to get serious about this. You steadied yourself, gripped the sheets and gave a huge push.

Nothing.

1 hour into birthing with all your might you didn't even notice how far apart your legs were and how much your lower half felt like jelly when finally you felt something behind your entrance. Encouraged by the progress you began pressing on the top of your stomach with one hand while gritting your teeth and bearing down hard. Something began emerging. Covered in a slimey substance a jelly like egg started poking through your aching cunt. You moaned and pushed as hard as you could, waiting for the relief of it plopping out onto the blanket so you could birth the rest but it never came. With the next effort you buried your face into your pillow, hopefully muffling your desperate screams. Every time you let up the egg would slide back, nestled deep into the warm slick of your pussy.

This went on for another hour or so when you finally gave a push hard enough that got the egg to a point it wouldn't slip back from. You almost felt relieved. It will slide out any second, right?

Your pussy was stretched to its natural limit as you panted and pushed. But this birth was anything but natural...your only luck was that you kept up your oil regimen because soon you felt something slick and almost gelatinous touch your inner thighs, even with your legs spread.

"Wh-what?!" You whined into the pillow.

Fuck.

No no no no no.

This was supposed to be several small eggs not ONE. Cold sweat covered every inch of your body as the realisation hit. How would this ever come out?! There was no way you could call for help, what would you say, not to mention that you were fully immobilised by the gargantuan egg spreading you open way past what should be humanly possible.

Back when you realised what was happening to you, you tried watching at least SOME birthing videos though you knew your experience would be nothing like that. You tried to think back to them hoping to remember anything from the ones where petite women would have to squeeze out a 10lbs kid. Although even those babies would seem like light work compared to whatever was stuck in you. The pain made it much to hard to think but then suddenly you had an idea!

Gravity would help.

You gathered all your strength to heave yourself up from your hands and knees only onto your knees you could hopefully get into a crouching position from there. However as soon as you glanced up and caught your reflection in the mirror, in a split second, before you could change the outcome you realised it was a huge mistake.

The egg was absolutely humongous and your pussy was stretched grotesquely around it, completely white and on the brink of tearing and worst of all you could not kneel down as the egg was so gargantuan. It was touching the mattress. Or at least you couldn't kneel down without the egg sliding back into your tortured cunt a few inches with a sickening squelch.

You held back the urge to throw up and fought until you were in a squatting position.

You didn't care about making noise anymore, you screamed while pushing down on your pulsating stomach that was urging you to expell the giant egg while with your other hand you reached down to rub your clit. The clit you could barely locate as it was practically flat against the egg with your pussy pulled so taut.

This seemed to be somewhat helping you progress however an earth shattering orgasm caught you off guard and you lost your balance.

You fell onto your back and with the sudden change of position your birth canal caused the hideously massive egg to practically be sucked in once more. All the progress you made was undone and the wind was knocked out of you at the ginormous intrusion. You screamed and thrashed on the bed, violently pressing down on your stomach and pushing with strength you didn't know where you got from.

By this time you were laboring for over 8 hours. You laid in bed and just felt wave after wave of contraction wash over you, the weight of the egg in your birth canal had to be about 50lbs and every 10 minutes or so you felt a dull sensation of pleasure course through you as the contractions were easing the egg out of you agonising by agonising millimeter and every once in a while it'd brush against your tortured clit just right.

You were just about to resign yourself to your fate when you realised the small bottle of oil was within reach in this cursed position. There was still some left, not that it'd make much difference now, you were probably going to die like this. With a humongous egg wrecking your lower half.

You picked up the bottle and with hazy eyes read the instructions again. This was your last hope. Maybe you missed something.

'MORE effective if orally taken?!'

Your eyes widened as you wasted no time gulping down the last of it. Too bad you didn't read another sentence which would've clarified that you only need droplets in a glass of water.

It immediately took effect and kicked your labour into high gear again, you screamed as you practically felt your womb and birth canal undulating, forcing you to scream and push like never before. You spread your legs nearly into a split while thrusting your hips into the air.

"Fuck! FUCK! My cunt will tear, fuck fuck my pussy!!!"

The egg slowly slid out and stopped at its widest point. This made you trying to hold your legs back an utter waste as the egg was already doing it for you. The pain made you unable to breathe properly. You took shallow panicked breaths but by this point you lost all sense of your dignity.

You HAD to give birth then and there.

You let out an animalistic scream and screwed your eyes shut. A vein popped out on your forehead and no doubt you burst a few blood vessels. You didn't care anymore, you used both hands to push down on your stomach and gritted your teeth hard enough to chip them

"FUCK, COME OUT ALREADY!!"

Then with a contraction that made you see stars, the egg erupted from your canal, not to mention the aftershocks of your final effort pushed out at least 5 liters of whatever fluid this was out of your pussy along with the huge egg, mixed with urine that you couldn't bear to hold any longer. Your bed was sopping wet and your cunt twitched and pulsated as one of the most intense orgasms of your life ripped through you.

Before you passed out you mustered enough strength to glance at the clock on your bedside table.

It was almost midday.

Didn't the science fair end at 11...?

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who else thinking about fat egg coming out of their cunt