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Commish from discord, did you know illithids can hold clutches up to 1000 eggs? that's a lotta egg

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thinking about pregnant doms. doms who bully their sub, the one who got them knocked up. pinning them beneath their heaving belly, saying "look what you did to me." grinding on their sub, making them feel the baby (or babies :) ) writhing inside their packed womb. both dom and sub being so unbelievably turned on by the dom's current state.

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*rattles change in can* spare ilithid pregnancy anyone?

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still alive lol just wasnt too horny. might post some more scenarios after work

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Imagining it much less as "having their way with the huge bed-bound pregnant person" and more "if you're putting a hand on me you'd better be prepared to use it ;)" that leaves everyone awestruck and extremely horny. Just an endlessly alluring charming sexy picture of fertility, carrying the next generation of humanity in their womb, and being worshipped almost as a living deity for it.

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[ Lab coat Mpreg ]

More gifs I made while we wait for my supplies and silicone bump to arrive in the mail .

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Pregnant Vampires in Vampire: The Masquerade

Decided to make a post about times I've encountered mentions of pregnant vampires in Vampire: The Masquerade.

Here's an excerpt from p.18 of Chapter One: The Undead of the Storyteller's Handbook – Vampire: The Masquerade, Revised Edition (2000):

What happens to a pregnant woman who is Embraced or becomes a ghoul? Most likely, the pregnancy terminates immediately, which results in miscarriage, stillbirth, etc., depending on the stage to which the fetus had developed. Revenant mothers don’t have this problem and instead produce healthy (sic, of course) revenant children. Far less common, the fetus may become a vampire itself, though it will not continue to grow. In this case, it remains an undead, static little monstrosity, trapped forever in its mother’s womb, taking blood from her like a parasite (which consumes one additional blood point per night). In particularly unpleasant cases, the fetus-vampire chews its way out of its mother’s womb, existing as long as others let it in its stunted, vile, undeveloped form. Some 15th-generation Kindred may bear living children of their own, though the rarity of such vampires (not to mention their becoming pregnant and carrying the child to term) is so great that very little concrete data exists to make generalizations about them.

It's two editions old by now, but it is the first mention of pregnant vampires I've seen in any of the VtM books I have.

Next up is V20's Beckett's Jyhad Diary, which, on p.143, The Blood Matures, mentions that 16th generation thin-blooded vampires can conceive Dhampir children, followed by the rules and systems for Dhampirs.

Finally, in V5, on p.158 of the Anarch book, there's mention of a certain Santa Monica thin-blood getting a mortal woman pregnant, followed by some speculation on whether a thin-blood woman could get pregnant.

Given thin-blood alchemy, and the formula for Profane Hieros Gamos (PHG), which lets a thin-blood, mortal, or even full-blooded vampire change their body as they see fit – within the limits of what would be humanly possible – I'd argue it's a safe bet that any thin-blood could get pregnant, if they wanted to.

So yeah, when I think about pregnant vampires, in VtM or when I write something of my own, I tend to think of it like this:

Anyone who is in the later stages of pregnancy is likely to end up permanently pregnant if turned into a vampire, and would need some sort of magick to be able to give birth

Someone who wasn't pregnant when turned into a vampire, and manages to get pregnant later on, would eventually give birth to li'l baby bats :3

Basically, being turned into a vampire is the ultimate tocolytic (labor suppressant) for an ongoing pregnancy, but just like in The Sims, vampires can get pregnant later, and give birth.

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i need to be babytrapped with a full litter so fucking bad.

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i hate how this just happens at random!

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elf 2 hyper (unfinished)

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Hey guys! This is a little collab I did with @let-me-fill-you, they've sent me many wonderful prompts in the past and I liked one so much I asked them to expand one so I could draw something for it!

Although it is a fine summer's day, you are cold, beneath the earth. For several minutes, you have followed the abbot into the bowels of the monastery, far deeper than you believed, deeper even than the catacombs. Thankfully, it hasn't been a single spiralling staircase all the way down, or else your head might've twisted off from sheer dizziness. But there is a growing pit of unease in your stomach. Where is the abbot leading you? And why now, immediately after you took your vows? Every time you think to ask, the words catch in your throat or the abbot speaks first, "This way." You are grateful for his guidance, at least. It's a maze down here - and the architecture has taken a turn for the unfamiliar, making the darkness all the more unnerving. Could it be that the monastery was built atop an older structure? The order is old, dating back centuries. You haven't the slightest notion of what might've come before. But you have a growing suspicion you're about to find out.

Soon, you see light ahead, stronger than the lantern borne by the abbot. You see a barred door, flanked by two members of your order... but they're not dressed in the monastic habit. Instead, they are clad in fine armor, made of what appears to be... silver? It gleams in the fire-light, lustrous and covered in filigree. No, not filigree, you realize as you draw closer. Runes. Protective spells. Your eyes drift from one's cuirass to his belt, and what you see isn't a cudgel - as expected of simple monks - but a blade, slender and deadly. Your blood chills, on the verge of becoming ice. You look to the abbot in trepidation.

The abbot's expression is grave. "Now that you are one of us, bound by oath, it is time you learned the truth of our order - our shame, and our obligation." He beckons you closer to the door - a great, heavy door, barred not once but twice. You hesitate to move from your spot, but the abbot is patient (and insistent). As you step forth, you console yourself with the knowledge that a door like this is not easily opened, and you are not alone. You should be safe. Should be...

Once you're close enough, the abbot slides open a slot for you to peer through, into darkness - but you hear it before you see it, whatever it is. You hear... moaning? It's dull and low, but clearly in pain. It's enough to raise your hairs; you feel the urge to pull away before something lunges out of the darkness, but you also feel the abbot's gaze boring into your skull, locking you in place. So you continue to stare into the darkness, until your eyes adjust.

And what you see is... a boy? Pale and thin as bone, his face veiled by a head of unkempt hair. You cannot tell if he's conscious, but his lips are open, from which the moaning emanates. He is chained to a rock, jutting out of the ground like a crooked tooth, kept halfway between standing and laying. His wrists, locked tightly within manacles bolted into the stone itself, are starkly red and raw from chafing. You imagine his ankles are similarly bound, but you cannot see them because, well... his stomach is in the way. You cannot believe your eyes. This isn't a gut swollen in hunger, but a sack of flesh, bloated like a fat mosquito, hanging from his skeletal frame all the way down to the rough stone floor, obscuring the entire lower half of his body. His belly, though it feels inappropriate to call it that (it doesn't look like an extension of himself, more like he is attached to it) is huge and ugly - shaped like a droplet from some great weight inside it, and wider than his shoulders, stretched perilously thin and marred with unflattering stretch marks and spider veins. Chains crisscross the gravid expanse, again not made of iron but hallowed silver - and wherever these hold tight, there seem to be burn marks.

Your stomach curdles. What could possibly necessitate this barbaric treatment? Then, as if in direct response to your thought, you see it - something huge and powerful, squirming and shifting within the boy's belly, pushing this way and that, recoiling from the silver, protruding in between the gaps. This isn't a silent affair - you hear the boy's skin creaking as it is stretched to its utmost, you hear sloshing (of amniotic fluid?), you hear sizzling as the tortured skin makes contact with the silver, and worst of all you hear a muffled growling of something vicious and hateful, and you hear the boy's moaning increase...

But it's cut off by the rasp of metal, as the slot is shut in front of your face, startling you. Refocusing on the abbot, you blink a few times, readjusting to the lantern light on this side of the door.

The abbot's expression has not changed, but did he always look so tired? Perhaps it is you who has changed, from the person you were just a minute ago, before you saw that. You look deep into his eyes for answers, a justification of any kind.

He tells you, with solemn cadence, "You must bury whatever sympathy you have for that boy. He contains Armageddon - a monster so terrible that, had it been allowed to enter our world, would have doomed us all. It is trapped in there, but we must remain vigilant. So long as he carries that monster, it will not allow him to age. And he must not die, or else that thing will be free to find another host, another womb to bear it. It may seem cruel to keep him like this, but remember your vows. You have a duty to your brothers and sisters, and the world beyond these walls. You must close your heart to his suffering. In the days to come - not today, or tomorrow, but soon - you'll be expected to feed him, to give him water. It's a heavy burden we share between us, so the onus does not break any one of us. And when that time comes, he will speak to you. He will cry, he will beg, he will howl and scream for the slightest of accommodations, a loosening of his shackles, anything to alleviate his pain, and you will know in your heart that his pleas are genuine. You must not listen to him. The devil does not speak through him - it has nothing to say to us - but it will use our better angels against us." The abbot places a heavy hand on your shoulder. "No one is deserving of that boy's fate. But he must suffer it all the same."

After that, the abbot leads you back to the surface, back into the warm light of day. But you remain cold.

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a warlock whose pact means they are perpetually pregnant. in short, their patron requires them to incubate a pact vessel in their womb. they didn't count on the vessel being so big, though. when the vessel was bound to their womb, they were shocked to find their belly suddenly surge in size. they were growing right before their very eyes, past full due with twins, triplets. more. it was impossible. in a matter of seconds, a vessel the size of a fully grown demon had packed into their womb.

it would continue to grow as their pact continued, but the powers now at the warlock's disposal? they were definitely worth it.

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The Breeding Facility (Part 3)

reader insert | accelerated pregnancy | multiples | rapid hyper preg | alien pregnancy

a/n: this is most self indulgent and last part. definitely borrowed some of these ideas from other stuff i’ve read over the years

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After your last three pregnancies were quadruplets, you were getting tired of the same thing happening. Your body’s growth still was incredible to you, but going home to your little bedroom all alone wasnt feeling like enough anymore.

As you talked with the other pregnant patients in the facility, you started hearing rumors about the men upstairs. At first you assumed they were talking about the owners of the facility, but you soon learned in one of the other wings of the center, there was an upstairs area dedicated to different breeding facilities.

Breeding facilities with men of another species.

The pregnancies were more extreme than anything here, and you were curious. You were greedy, selfish, wanting to know what was happening as well as get in on it.

At your last check up before labor with your current set of twins (a change of pace to make sure your body was still doing well), you asked your doctor about it.

“Oh, yes, there is a separate breeding facility for a different project. We are helping produce population for an alien species.” Dr. Ambrosia says, looking over your paperwork, “Honestly, hun, with your history, you would be a perfect candidate.”

After expressing your interest, she goes on, “Instead of being inseminated artificially, you will have sex with one of our volunteers. You get put up in an apartment home for the next few weeks and stay with him. Since the pregnancy is different from humans, there are some changes.”

Your doctor tells you about how these pregnancies last a little longer even while accelerated, and that the side effects are different. That’s why you stay with the father.

You sign some paper work and not even three days after you give birth, you are whisked away to the second floor.

Your new home is lovely, a studio with a small kitchen with a stocked pantry, a living and dining room, and a bed in the far corner.

You are only standing in the room for three minutes before a man enters. He is tall, broad, and his skin gives off a purple hue. He smiles at you before walking toward you.

His handsome features captivate you, making it easy when you realize he’s the one you’ll be having sex with. It’s not long before you are on all fours on the bed, completely naked as he plows into you.

His dick is quite large and when he comes, he releases more than you anticipated, leaving you bloated with cum.

You fall asleep soon after than, but wake to your hunger. Not only for food but also for him.

You break open the snack pantry, devouring three sleeves of cookies and crackers in less than five minutes. When you finally pause, you look down to see your stomach has swelled to look six months large already. Your belly isn’t as firm as it normally is, it’s a little softer, and you rub your hands over it excitedly.

“Do you feel it?” a voice calls behind you.

You turn around to see the man.

“Do you feel hungry for food and hungry for more seed?”

You find yourself nodding at him. He smiles and as he fucks you across the dining table he whispers in your ear the fact that he got you more pregnant.

Was it possible that this species could impregnate the same person more than once at a time? You came to the idea that you would be absolutely massive in just a few days.

And massive you were. Not even six more rounds of sex and you were barely able to walk. You were sprawled out on the couch presently, as your man fed you dinner.

When he wasn’t feeding you, he was fucking you. It was a lovely time. He took great care of you.

The best part was the companionship, the belly rubs, the food, the help getting up out of a chair.

With all the fucking you were doing, you had to keep eating. Every time he fucked you, a new baby was added. Along with the growth spurts from the already present babies, you were getting large quite fast.

Your belly was past your knees in just a few days. You couldn’t see your feet. Your arms had to rest on your belly with how wide you were. All you wore was a skimpy tank top that barely covered the swell of your breasts.

Your man constantly rubbed your belly. You found that when he mumbled something near your navel, your belly started to swell even more. You wondered when you would ever stop growing. You didn’t mind though.

A doctor came to visit on the fourth day, after countless fucks and more food than you had ever eaten in your past pregnancies combined. You were seated up right in the bed, where you hadn’t been able to move from since this morning.

Your doctor said you looked good though, and that once the very first baby implanted was ready for labor the rest would follow shortly after. She said it could still be a few days or even a week.

You moaned as you ran your hands over the swell of your belly. It was gargantuan. You couldn’t see the TV anymore. You could only see belly.

You moved your hands to your breasts which were more sensitive than ever. You were hornier than you had ever been.

As if senses your needs, you felt a pair of hands descend on your belly, rubbing in big circles. The man you had once described as a giant was now looking small in comparison to you.

“Are you hungry for more?” he asks.

“I just ate 10 minutes ago?” you ask back confused.

“no,” he says, “hungry for more of this.”

he mumbles against your skin and you feel a flutter of kicks, hearing a gurgle of motion as your belly expands even more.

You moan at the sensation, horny as ever by your expanding body, and he slides his cock into you.

When the expansion finally stops, he comes, dumbing another round of cum, another child into your already colossal dome of a belly.

“I can’t move,” you mumble later as he feeds you more food to feed your young.

“You don’t need to move, only grow.”

This is an insanely crazy mess you’ve gotten yourself into, but you can’t seem to mind.

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It’s officially been a week, with no sign of stopping. The bed you are resting on must be made of extreme materials, because you now fill most of it, and your partner has to sleep on the couch.

Despite your massive size, he still fucks you, still mumbles his expansive words on you, still feeds you like there is no tomorrow.

With all the kicking and constant motion within your belly, you want them out. You miss going for walks outside. You miss when your tits werent taking up most of your vision.

You miss not being horny constantly. It was fine with the other pregnancies but with how large you’ve become you feel nothing but the need of release.

Your man is preparing food in the small kitchen, and you can barely see him around the large dome of your belly. You are seated half propped up in bed, which is the only comfortable way you’ve been able to lay these past few days.

You’re debating asking him to fuck you after he feeds you. Part of you wants it extremely badly. The other part of you isn’t sure how much bigger you can handle being. If you’re this horny at this size how much worse will it get before you finally go into labor?

As you see him finish up in the kitchen, you stroke the sides of your massively inflated midsection. You haven’t seen your belly button in days, let alone be able to touch it.

When you see him start to walk towards you, you feel it. Not labor, no, but another growth spurt. Oh god.

You aren’t sure how it’s possible for you to get any bigger, but you do, as you frantically rub your hands in circles around your belly. Whenever there’s a growth spurt, the babies inside of you get riled up, causing something along the lines between pain and pleasure.

Your man sees this, and sets down the plate next to you and plants his hands on your belly too. His eyes are filled with hunger but you aren’t even sure he will be able to reach your core to do anything about it. He’s filled you up so much. To the absolute max.

You’re immobile, completely owned by this man at this point. at his will.

You wondered how much longer you could last.

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Summary: A woman is abducted by aliens in her sleep. When she wakes up, her belly begins to grow, and she quickly realizes that she's pregnant. She grows past full term, past due with twins, then triplets, quads, and so on, until she gives birth to an adult-sized humanoid alien.

Story contains: rapid pregnancy, alien pregnancy, hyperpregnancy, unwanted pregnancy, forced pregnancy, lactation, breast expansion, weight gain, breastfeeding, labor, and birth.

This story can be found on AO3 under my same username.

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She suddenly found herself wide awake, snapped out of a deep sleep in seconds. There was no gradual waking or grogginess; she simply went from complete unconsciousness to fully alert. The remnants of the dream she'd been having were fresh in her mind, to the point they felt almost tangible.

It was a bright white room, but she couldn't make out where any walls or floors started or ended. She caught glimpses of tall, humanoid creatures surrounding her, and remembered feeling as if she were being examined, poked, and prodded.

Now, she was back where she belonged, tucked into her bed. As she began to pull herself more upright, she felt a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, and a soreness in her breasts. Her hands glided up to them, making herself wince as she felt them. It must be her period, she thought at first, but didn't she just finish it last week?

The feeling in her stomach slowly became more pronounced, and she noticed a growing pressure. Looking down and holding her hand just below her belly button, she gasped, feeling the skin slowly stretch and push out. For several moments, she stared down, gasping as she held her belly and watched it swell. It was already beginning to protrude significantly, and she watched on in horror as it began to poke out from beneath the small tank top she wore. In under a minute, she went from having a completely flat belly, to looking as if she were three or four months pregnant.

A panicked groan escaped her lips as she looked around frantically. She didn't know what she was looking for, just that she needed help, and to make whatever this was stop. Her phone was no where in sight, oddly, but she hardly had the time to look for it further before she felt a new sensation. It felt as if there were something fluttering around inside of her, almost as if it were... kicking. She screamed, holding her growing belly, shock and fear overtaking her as she realized she was pregnant. But how? And with what?

Already, she was beginning to look about five months along, and her belly button was starting to be pressed flat by the mass growing inside of her. Grunting and whimpering, she began to drag herself out of the bed, struggling to balance herself on her feet with the newly added weight in her middle. She looked all around the room, but her phone was no where to be seen. Could she have left it in the bathroom or something?

As she went towards the door, she found herself holding the bottom of her swollen belly with one hand to support the growing weight. The movement was getting stronger and more frequent, and each little jab made her gasp and shriek. Just before the bathroom door, she had a floor length mirror on the wall, and as much as she didn't want to look, she couldn't stop herself.

She let out a shuddering cry as she saw herself, already looking huge and pregnant, complete with a very pregnant stance of cradling her belly with one hand, with the other pressed to the small of her back. Her belly button had started to protrude, and a dark line ran down the middle of her belly just beneath it. As she stood transfixed by the horror of watching herself swell up, she saw the shape of a limb pressing out against the side of her belly, at the same moment her belly button popped out completely. Suddenly, she was very aware of how her breasts had grown, now reaching the point that her tank top was becoming tight around them.

Whimpering, she waddled into the bathroom, frantically searching over the countertop for her phone, but it was no where in sight. It wasn't even on the floor. Groaning in fear and desperation, she hurried out to the living room, finding herself growing heavier with each and every step she took. Looking down, she could no longer see her feet, and realized that she looked to be about full term. "No, no...!" she groaned, huffing as she struggled around her apartment, searching for her phone.

Where could it be? How could she have lost it, and at such a dire time? She made a noise that was halfway between a groan and a sob as she waddled back to her bedroom, thinking she must have missed it somewhere in there. The thing inside of her continued to move, wriggling and squirming beneath the surface of her stretched skin.

Her phone was no where in sight, and she'd searched the entire apartment, at least, as well as she could while lugging around her huge, growing belly. Exhausted, she had to sit down on the bed, leaning back and propping herself on her arms.

Panting, she stared down at her belly as it grew bigger and bigger by the second. She looked like she was very far along with a set of triplets. Her belly felt so full and heavy, and the thing (or things, she presumed) she was carrying wouldn't stop kicking. She was getting huge, and just a minute of holding herself up like this was beginning to take its toll, and so she struggled to pull herself back on top of the bed, huffing and puffing and grunting and groaning from the effort.

Now, leaned back against her headboard, legs spread to make room for her widening girth, all she could do was stare down at her massive, active baby belly as it grew and grew and grew. Instead of becoming more used to the idea, her horror only grew alongside her overstuffed womb. She screamed as she grew larger and larger with every passing second, seeing large lumps form where the creature inside of her kicked and pushed from inside of her.

Her breasts were getting huge, as well, and the shorts she wore were becoming uncomfortably tight, making her realize that her ass must be growing, too. The realization that she would have to give birth very soon made her feel almost ill, but the logical part of her brain that thankfully was still working thought to remove her shorts. It was a struggle to maneuver around with the huge size and weight of her own belly, but she eventually managed to get them down far enough to kick them to the floor.

Leaning her head back and whimpering, all she could do was close her eyes and hold the sides of her swollen mommy belly, hoping and praying that this was all some sort of nightmare.

When she looked back down, she let out a small scream, seeing how huge she'd gotten just in the past few minutes. She looked extremely overdue with sextuplets, at least. As she held her hands against the sides of her impossibly large belly, she felt and saw more kicking and squirming, the shapes forming beneath her skin so large, it finally dawned on her with a cold sinking feeling that there was only one creature growing inside of her. Wailing, she gripped the sides of her growing belly, wanting nothing more than for this to be over.

"Stop...! Make it stop...!" she groaned, rubbing all over her pregnant mass. Whatever was inside of her rolled and kicked against her hands, making her cry out. No matter how much it moved, she couldn't get used to it.

Her tank top had only been covering her breasts for quite a while, and now, only barely. It felt so tight, and she could hear some of the stitching beginning to tear from how huge her breasts were getting. She pulled at the hem and tore more of the stitches, but she wasn't able to tear it enough to get it off. In addition to the soreness she'd been feeling, and how uncomfortably large her breasts were becoming, there was now a pressure growing inside of them. In seconds, they felt unbearably full, and she whimpered at the discomfort of feeling so full all over.

The thing in her belly grew and grew, writhing and twisting around inside of her. It seemed to be moving more than ever now, and she groaned loudly as a painful cramp seized her belly and sent her offspring into a frenzy.

"Ohhh, god...!" she cried as the cramps kept coming, faster and stronger each time. The only relief she felt was a small, brief release of pressure in her breasts, and when she looked down, she saw dark, wet spots forming over her nipples. She was leaking milk. Her body was actually producing milk to feed this thing she was growing inside her womb.

As she sat staring in horror at her lactating breasts, she was interrupted by the most intense contraction yet. She couldn't hold back her scream, and felt as if something popped between her legs, followed by a big splash that completely soaked the bed. "Oh, god, no...!" she whimpered, realizing she was truly going into labor. Something huge and round was forcing its way into her birth canal, and she was going to have to push it out very soon.

Whatever she was giving birth to had to be the size of a fully grown man. How would she ever get something that big out of her and survive without any sort of medical intervention? Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do but follow her instincts, which were telling her to push.

Gritting her teeth and groaning loudly, she bore down hard, until her groans turned to screams. The thing in her belly was kicking, as if it were trying to get the leverage to force its own way out of her. "Hoohoohoohoo...!" she panted, desperately trying to catch her breath after pushing.

As she pushed again, she felt herself being stretched impossibly wide, as if she were being split in two from the inside. But somehow, nothing tore or broke, as far as she could tell, and she just kept pushing. Gasping and panting, she rubbed the sides of her impossibly distended belly, trying to ease some of her discomfort, but to no avail.

Another intense contraction came on, and she screamed as she pushed through it. Even as she sat here, trapped beneath the size and weight of her newly and enormously pregnant belly, birthing an unknown creature, she couldn't wrap her mind around her reality. She was just so very, very pregnant. Desperately, she wanted this to end, and all she could do to make it happen was push.

So she did, with every contraction, she pushed, and pushed, and pushed. Whatever was inside of her was moving down, but just barely. Wailing as she pushed as hard as she could, the discomfort was indescribable as the massive head stretched her birth canal far wider than it should have been able to. She could feel a bulge beginning to form between her legs, which only gave her the slightest bit of comfort, knowing that this was still only the beginning.

It felt like an hour had passed, an hour of nothing but pushing and panting and pushing. Finally, she felt her vagina being stretched wide open as she started to crown. "Ohhhfuck, it's comiiing! It's... I feel the heeaaad...!" she screamed, no amount of time being stuck laboring seeming to help her adjust to what was happening to her. Her breasts had continued to leak, her tank top now soaked, and milk spilling down her sides.

She pushed with everything she had, desperate to get this thing out of her as soon as possible. Wailing, she felt it stretching her wider and wider as the crown grew, forming an absurdly huge bulge. She didn't let up, and finally, with a burst of amniotic fluids, she felt the head pop out from between her legs. Gasping and panting, it was only the smallest bit of comfort, and very short lived, as she realized she now had to push out the shoulders.

The thing turned itself inside of her, and she cried out as she felt it wriggling, struggling to squirm its way out of her birth canal. Another contraction forced her to push, and she felt certain the shoulders would tear her apart as they passed through her cervix. Yet, somehow, she stretched wide enough to accommodate them, though the discomfort was immeasurable.

Shouting and pushing, she continued to labor and struggle to birth the huge shoulders, so big that it shouldn't have been possible for her to fit them in her canal. Her pussy bulged obscenely with them, and she remained stuck like that for some time, barely making any progress with each push.

She couldn't know how much time passed before she gave that big push, the one that finally, finally squeezed the shoulders through her impossibly stretched vagina. Panting, she tried to catch her breath, but found it difficult as the thing making its way out of her writhed around even more inside her, still trying to get itself out from inside her belly. "God...! Stop...! Stop moviiiing...!" she wailed, pushing desperately to try and finally get the thing out of her. She was pulled so wide by it already, she seemed to be making more progress with each push now than before. She could feel it inching out with each push, along with it kicking ceaselessly inside her womb to push itself out.

Suddenly, she felt its arms slide free, and gasped with momentary relief. Her belly was still too big to see anything that was happening past it, but she felt it grab onto the bed and begin pulling itself out. With a shriek, she quickly grabbed the headboard behind her and held tight, unable to stop herself from pushing as it worked its way out from inside of her. Now, she was making fast enough progress that she could actually see her belly slowly deflating as the thing made its way to the outside world.

Screaming and pushing, the hips popped out of her, and she felt the creature pull its legs out. As her belly shrank, a new horror dawned on her as she took in the sight of the thing she'd just spent the day giving birth to.

It was the size of a human man, as she'd suspected it was. It had a humanoid body, but its features were anything but. Its skin was a blueish-green color, and a lumpy, almost scaly texture. Its eyes were big and black, and its ears looked more like fins than anything. She stared at it with wide eyes, gasping and screaming as it rapidly crawled up along the side of her. Her fear left her frozen in place as it grabbed her shirt and lifted it, exposing her huge, leaking teats, not hesitating even for a moment before it latched on and began to suckle, leaving her gasping and staring at it in a state of shock.

After a few seconds, she regained some composure, and began to struggle to free herself from it, trying to pull herself away while pushing on its head. The thing didn't move at all, seemingly unaffected by her efforts, as if it didn't even notice her trying to make it stop.

Forced to stay there nursing this monster she'd just birthed, she silently hoped it would get its fill and then leave forever. Closing her eyes, she noticed there was still some pressure in her belly. Or did it just come back? Shakily, she opened her eyes and slowly looked down. Past the monster she was breastfeeding, she saw her belly, still fairly round and puffy from the birth. She also could see that her entire body had swelled up from the pregnancy, putting on an obvious amount of baby weight all over.

As she stared at her belly, she felt her heart sink into her stomach as she saw that it was growing once again.

Screaming, she held her belly as it swelled up, growing bigger and bigger by the second. She wasn't sure if it was growing at a faster rate than before, but it wasn't long before she was looking full term, to overdue with twins, then ready to pop out a full, huge litter of quads at any second.

The alien growing in her belly - she had determined that was what they had to be - kicked and rolled around just like the one before. The creature suckling from her huge mommy milker had started rubbing her belly as it grew, seeming to enjoy feeling the spots where the one inside would kick. How much did it understand about what was happening? It seemed to know that its sibling, she supposed, was growing inside of her womb. Did it not know how much she hated this? Could it not see that she wanted this all to be over? Or did it simply not care?

"Stop...! Make it stop!" she cried in desperation as her belly grew bigger and bigger, making her look overdue to deliver a set of sextuplets. She was so big and pregnant again already, the thing inside of her huge and strong, kicking and tenting out spots all over her big belly. The alien she'd birthed earlier only continued to gulp down her breast milk, all while rubbing her growing baby belly.

She didn't know how much time passed before she felt the first contraction. "No, god, no, not again...!" she whimpered, despite knowing that there was no other way for this to end. More contractions came, accompanied by more movement and more rubbing all over her distended belly. A particularly painful contraction came on, eliciting a scream from her as she felt her water break once again.

As if encouraged by her going into labor, the alien latched so tightly onto her teat suckled even more vigorously, as if it were determined to drain her tit before she could manage to give birth.

Once more, she felt the huge head passing through her cervix and into her birth canal as her womb contracted, making her scream as she felt the irresistible urge to push. This time, she could feel more progress with each push, her body having been stretched wide earlier on. Still, the discomfort and pain remained, and she screamed through another long, hard push as the head worked its way down and began slowly easing into a crown.

"Fuck, it's crowniiiing...!" she screamed, gritting her teeth as she pushed again, the massive head bulging her pussy to an impossible size.

The first born continued its nursing, squeezing and pumping her breast for more milk as she labored. It was only a small comfort that her labor was progressing more quickly and easily this time. What if another one began growing after she gave birth to this one? And another after that? What if she was stuck giving birth to huge alien offspring until her body just gave out?

She didn't have time to really think about it, another contraction urging her to push. The head was just as big as the last one, and she gasped as it burst free with a splash. It immediately turned, and she shouted as she pushed and felt the shoulders pulling her wide.

"Get... out... of... me!" she screamed, pushing with everything she had. The alien in her belly thrashed inside of her, equally determined to be free of the confines of her womb. Milk gushed from both breasts, the unattended one spraying it everywhere when she pushed.

Panting and wheezing as she desperately tried to catch her breath, her body forced her to push again. She pushed and pushed and pushed, as hard as she could, until finally, she felt the shoulders pop out. She groaned with momentary relief, before her belly contracted again and the alien kicked and squirmed while stuck in her birth canal.

All she could do was breathe and push, over and over again, the creature's body slowly inching out of her with every contraction. She could only see the alien breastfeeding from her, and her gargantuan pregnant belly, jostling with the movement inside as its inhabitant twisted and kicked as it struggled to get out. She could only imagine how it looked hanging halfway out from between her legs, the rest of its body confined inside the cramped quarters of her belly, stretching it from within.

Pushing hard, she gasped as she felt the arms finally come out, and grabbed the headboard behind her once more, this time knowing what to expect. Her feet planted firmly on the bed, she held tight and pushed as the alien she was birthing gripped the end of her bed and began sliding itself out. "Get... out!" she groaned as she pushed, squeezing out more and more of its body. Her belly was much smaller, yet still far bigger than a normal pregnant belly, when she felt the hips come out, shortly followed by the legs.

Sighing, she leaned her head back, hoping it would be over soon. As she felt something warm and wet envelope her breast, she gasped, looking to see the thing she'd just birthed had latched onto her other breast. Again, she tried to free herself from them, but they were so strong, they didn't even react to her efforts.

Each alien now had a hand on her post-pregnancy swollen belly, and her eyes widened with fear. "Please, please, not again..." she prayed, just as her belly began to expand once more.

[eldritchwomb]

You awoke to the distant hum of fluorescent lights in an empty and dismal room. Goosebumps ran up your back as you found yourself laying nude upon a steel table. The leather straps, thick and sturdy, dug raw red marks into your wrists and ankles: signs of an earlier struggle though in vain.

Your gaze turns to a gentleman in a tight white coat, high-collared and cinched at the waist. Dark goggles obscure his eyes. He holds up a syringe containing a curious pink fluid. Instinctively you pull against your restraints to no avail, irritating old bruises and leaving your limbs screeching out at you. He depresses the plunger a centimeter to insure the needle's effectiveness and you sweat in terror.

A cotton swab soaked in rubbing alcohol dabs at your stomach, followed by the puncturing of a needle. You recoil as the bright pink fluid is injected into you. This pinprick of pain transitions into a warmth felt through your midsection and across your chest. A gurgle, then a pressure inside you. Your breasts feel sore. Nipples stiffening, widening, turning dark. Your breasts turn angry. They rise, red and veiny. Swelling by the inch, you grimace in pain as they demand more of your attention. A release, dear God please someone relieve this pressure.

And then, a trickle. Droplets of milk bud on your nipples and drip rivulets down your sides. It's not enough though, the pressure inside still builds as something courses through you. They've swollen another five inches before you turn your gaze between them.

Your abdomen. The skin draws tight like a drum as it rounds. Your breathing grows heavy as the pressure inside burns. Your belly swells. Bloating? No, your womb. Something is inside and growing. You cross through the stages of pregnancy in mere moments. Three months. Six months. Nine months. Twins. Triplets. Quints. Stretchmarks widen under this sudden and rapid gestation, much quick than you could naturally stretch. Life inside you throbs and kicks.

Suddenly, something snaps inside. A warm fluid drips down your taint onto the table. The man in the white coat taps at a device by his ear. "She's ready. Prepare the beds."

Ohhh I love these medical settings! Rapid preg is great because the intensity is turned up so high and sensations blur together, pain and pleasure and fear and desire all occurring at once.

A belly this full would be SO drum tight and misshapen from all the babies inside it. They’d be making the silhouette shift and deform from their size and their movements. I’d be desperately grabbing at it, feeling like I’m going to burst and trying deliriously to push the feet and elbows and heads jutting out of me back inside. Nine months of hyperpregnancy hormones assaulting my body all at once…I might not be able to help but cum a few times.

[eldritchwomb]

I remember you once did a donation sequence of you being hyper pregged. Any idea where that went?

it fell into the ether like all things on the Internet do once an account is deleted at the behest of a ceo who thinks horny pictures are yucky and prevent ad revenue

So here it is in full once again

[eldritchwomb]

Imagine You Can Get More Pregnant

You were quite different from most women. Most women got pregnant and remained pregnant until it was time to give birth. Having sex during their pregnancy didn’t change that one bit.

But not you. It was a condition you hadn’t even known you had, or was even medically possible. But it was your reality. Even though you were already pregnant, every time you had sex, the cum entering your body managed to produce another child in your womb.

It had frightened you deeply the first time it happened. You and your husband had been trying to start a family for a while, and you had finally managed to get pregnant. You had terrible morning sickness for weeks and when your health began to at last improve, the two of you slept together again. Your husband didn’t bother to use a condom. After all, why bother, when you were already pregnant?

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