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the harvest moon

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Thank you for the athlete prompt! If it's not too greedy to ask for another, how about a mischevious ghost who likes filling women's bellies with ectoplasm?

Everyone knew the house at the end of the street was haunted, it was just one of those stories all the neighborhood kids passed around like juicy gossip. The teens would joke about some pervert who died there and haunted the property.

The woman who moved in just saw a super cheap house for sale and couldn't say no to a deal like that. A fixer-upper, sure, but for this price it'd be worth it.

Her very first night, she had dreams of being fucked, of being filled. The most erotic dream she's ever had. Being touched, having her legs spread wide, and getting pumped full. It left her still feeling hot and tingly when she woke up.

She was greeted in the morning mirror by a small roundness in her belly, faintly glowing green. But maybe it was just the light in this old house playing tricks on her. You always had some water weight in the morning, after all! And with clothes on, she quickly forgot and continued her day.

At night, the lustful dream consumed her again. On her side, comfortable in bed, her legs spread and she was fucked and filled once more.

The weight she felt when she woke was unmistakable. Groaning, she felt her sore belly that pushed out against her tank top, riding it up. The curvature was alarming-- it looked as if she was pregnant! This time she really inspected herself in the mirror, arching out her back at a better look at her swollen body. The green glow was brighter than it was yesterday.

Throughout the day spent luckily at home, she kept rubbing her belly for the same reason you pick at a scab because its there. The curve was so dramatic, so heavy, she had to keep feeling that it was there, that it was real.

This time she wasn't sleeping. She was just preparing lunch when she felt it again, the sensation from her dreams. There was no one else behind her, but her legs spread on their own for someone behind her. All she could do was grip the counter and moan, bent forward as she felt herself getting fucked by that same familiar, blissful, invisible cock. Her belly swelled up even more glowing brightly with whatever the invisible being pumped her full with, and she groaned and gripped it with one hand in desperation. It swelled so large she looked full-term, like she could pop at any moment, and when the sensation of being filled ended she was left on her own to manage the new weight of her body.

Left to waddle, hefting her huge new weight around, all she could really do was continue with her chores.

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What's the story behind Victoire and her little wolf friend? 😳

Currently its way more fleshed out in the RP than Victoire's canon story (since the werewolf is my boyfriend's character) so I'll tell the RP story since its juicier

this is so so long its going under a readmore

Cain was made by Suyin in attempt to make a destructive weapon out of a man. His werewolfism is an extremely powerful curse that makes him the most uniquely powerful of his kind. Suyin trained him through intense abuse to act through primarily violence.

Victoire was the Hero born to take down Suyin. They were both reasonable human ages (young, for them) when they met in the Black Witches stronghold. Victoire opted to seduce him to avoid a fight, and it worked remarkably well. Sex and Violence are the only two things Cain really does. (it worked TOO well and she got knocked up, but for Victoire that's pretty incidental and Cain never learned this)

Victoire defeated Suyin and sealed her beneath a grand tree, and Cain was free from her control. They didn't see each other for decades.

After Suyin's defeat, Victoire was offered a place in the Heavens with her mother, the Goddess, as all Heroes are when they complete their task. Victoire was too attached to the earth to leave, so she refused her place and opted for an immortal life on earth instead.

The spotlight on earth wore her down. Endless comments on her beauty, her grace, her perfection, her likeness to the Goddess. It never sat well with Victoire how this war between Vivi and Lotte was being fought on Earth, using unsuspecting women to birth Heroes to force them to fight. She watched her birth mother grow old and pass away with grace, something she never had the option for. She retreated into the shadows, into the forests, in hopes of living a truly free life, but her holy lineage continued to haunt her. She so desperately wanted the perfection to end. No more awe, no more reverence.

And then she remembered the Wolfman. Infamous for his crassness, his brutality, and his appetite. He could absolutely destroy her body and ruin her image for any stranger. She sought him out and seduced him again, though this time she was open about her intent to have him impregnate her. She wanted to be absolutely violated and made so large and grotesque with his pups that people would hide. If she had no objections, neither did he. It was going to be just a couple nights to make sure she was properly bred. But as soon as she started showing, he opted to stay and see his pups through to birth.

For Cain it also was a solid arrangement; nothing he could do to Victoire would kill her. He could let loose completely, be his entire beastly self, and Victoire would beg for more. She never demanded anything of him that he didn't already want to give (mostly sex), and she could match him in verbal swordplay without an issue. They were equals.

After Victoire would give birth they'd go their separate ways, but every few decades they'd find each other again and do their fling all over again. Neither of them really understand how to process love, but they do love each other in their own twisted ways. They're a perfect match for what they are.

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After 6 years.... we have farmer Lotte again

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Who among your characters would love or hate being belly bumped?

I had a chart a while ago but it needed an update. Here's the new version

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Prompt time? How about a team of tomboy athletes slowly becoming pregnant milfs via whatever means you think are the kinkiest?

They aren't sure what came over them, but after their last match the entire team spent their victory taking turns on the cock of their water boy. Then again and again after practice.

It started when he started bringing what he claimed was "homemade gatorade" instead of water, serving it up happily to the thirsty girls for their electrolytes. They'd perform excellently, but still be so full of adrenaline that they had to take it out somewhere. There was no time to wait, no point in finding anyone else when their water boy and his perfectly good cock was right there.

It didn't take long, only a month or two, for little bellies to start showing on their toned and fit bodies. Bellies that never went away. No amount of exercise and practice could stop the swelling, the cravings. Some girls only experienced their belly swelling, but some also had their breasts, hips, or both balloon out with their bodies no matter what they tried.

When the first few ladies were discovered to be pregnant, the Coach was disappointed. When every girl turned out to be pregnant, they were flabbergasted. There was nothing to do but keep practicing, keep playing matches.

The heavier their bodies got, the harder playing became. They'd be left heaving, gasping for air while gripping their sore bodies. It felt so much better to stay in the locker room and ride the cock of the water boy. Some girls started neglecting practice, neglecting training, and let their bodies keep filling out. In the locker rooms they'd press their bellies or their tits together, comparing sizes. They never used to care about their bodies like this. Normally getting so heavy, so fat would have repulsed them. But the larger they all got, the more they seemed to enjoy the way they would bounce and jiggle, or the way their bellies shifted and moved if their bellies were properly rubbed.

On the day of the championship match, the girls were massive, likely near full term. Their star player had been panting particularly hard all day, feeling pains but saying nothing of it. After returning a serve, water trickled down her leg, but she insisted it was only sweat to keep playing. The pains fueled her to play hard.

They didn't win, but they still placed overall. Three more girls' water had broken by then and four more were starting to experience pains, and when they all accepted their trophy together their star player had a large bulge from a crowning head obvious in her shorts.

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Werewolf-bitten Takeshi :)c

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I'm sure we all can guess who's corrupting Aurora :)c

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Aurora fashion model au. That belly of hers makes her the talk of the town as all the biggest brands want to use her to model lingerie and other goodies hehe

Her belly is still magic, but instead of telling he future it hypnotizes anyone who looks at it for too long into finding her immensely attractive

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Commission for @choco-cherry-chunk of their OCs!

Commission Info

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have a sketchy Polly

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Already eager to see Manju with a full term belly from one of her monster pregnancies 0////o

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Here's a situation for you to ponder: A thief sneaks into Yvette's castle, intent on stealing valuables, only to run into the princess when she's in a Mood (TM). Either he catches her in between pregnancies when she's desperate to be bred, or she's already pregnant and demands he give her rubs in exchange for keeping quiet.

She’s been locked in her room for weeks, nary a sight of a cock. She keeps a pillow between her legs to stave off the burning need to breed enveloping her whole body. She humps it idly to help herself think with even a little bit of clarity.

A thief breaks in on her balcony of all places, intent on taking valuables in the night. The princess is entirely nude, heavy-breasted from a few pregnancies and leaking from the last birth, though rearing isn’t her job. She’s disheveled and pathetic and hard to resist when she puts her hands on you and looks at you like you’re her salvation.

No one tells a soul about the break in. But somehow the locked up princess is expecting again.

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Yvette is a princess, training to become a queen. She is doing fantastic, until a wizard comes to court and places himself as a high ranking member.

In the night, Yvette is fucked in her dreams by huge, formless creatures. She walks up in a cold sweat, her body still aching with pleasure.

Until one day, she wake up with a slightly swollen belly…:

No one really knows what to do while the crown princess is getting rounder and rounder every day. She has to wear loose, flowing dresses because there’s no telling when her swelling belly or ampling breasts or thickening thighs may outgrow another one. She used to have such a graceful, gliding walk that’s being slowly replaced with a slow and heavy waddle that keeps getting slower and less graceful the larger she grows.

The once demure princess has been growing hungrier and hornier. She’ll slip off to fuck whomstever may offer. She’ll demand you rub her belly and fondle her sore breasts while she sits on your lap and grinds on you until you’re both too hot to bear.

She still has the dreams on most nights. She thinks of them when she’s alone in her bed and rubbing her massive belly, but she’s never told anyone.

When the princess eventually goes into labor, she births a healthy child but her belly doesn’t go down. She still feels full and teeming with life.

No one will know about the pact the wizard made with her body as collateral.

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Sybil is a new character bf and I made to accompany Sylvain in a rp about his adventures when he was younger!

We... tried to resist getting her pregnant. We really did.

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Then can we have some werewolf Takeshi in labor? ;w;

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I gotta be better about posting commissions smfh

All of these were for @flaming-homosexual-vol-4!