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A lovely mental image: A guy whose egg is so big it takes forever to come. So he goes to sit on one of those yoga balls, bouncing so that gravity forces it lower. He can't do anything but gasp in pain as his huge belly is thrown into the air and smacked down into his lap/the ball. Over and over and over. When the egg is finally crowning he can't even touch his belly. Contractions are so bad now, putting too much pressure on his bruised and aching belly.

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'Tis the prettiest little parlor that you ever did spy...

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(Also based off Overly Sarcastic Production’s idea of Jorogumo)

As her husband braided her hair, the wrapped bag came in. Molina sighs, slowly moving over as her husband shifts, riding on her sternum as she walked over to pick up the bag. “We’ll have to get a new one.”

“Oh? I heard William moaning earlier,” Valentin says as he finishes the braid and quickly puts it up so it’s out of her way. “He’s going to give birth soon. And that other one, Michael - the dark-haired screamer - is practically babbling for some more eggs.”

“These are different. They’ll need a virginal womb.”

Valentin kisses her neck and sighs. “I know you don’t always like grabbing them, and if I could help out, I would.” His own huge stomach, heavy with their children, rubs against her back. “Let’s have fun with this one.”

She chuckles, slowly moving to pull him into her arms and hug him before kissing him as well. “You’re so good for me. Go and rest, get some food. I’ll set up the new web.”

“You give the best hugs,” he mutters happily to her before slowly waddling off, allowing her to rest as she moves to settle the bag of iridescent eggs into her empty oviduct, moving a bit before feeling them settle. She then goes to check on Valentin, then heads to see about her other captives. 

Valentin was right - William was going to birth soon, and Michael pulled to try to get at her when she got near him, want obvious in his eyes. That one she’d have to hand over at the next auction, after he’d birthed, to someone who wanted to breed up such an egg-slut.

There were ten others, but all were still large and at various stages of pleasure and fullness. She’d paid well for a few things to keep the soft eggs into the bred boys, some wounding around them and keeping them on the edge before they’re allowed their release, others in small groups together, shifting slowly against each other. She moves a few, keeping them fucking each other and fertilizing some eggs that require it, but overall none are what this batch need.

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Stanford groans as he slowly blinks himself awake, looking up at the rotting ceiling above him. He vaguely recalls being in a rave, one he’d paid good money to get to, and speaking to a beautiful woman who spoke little English. Perfect mark, perfect one to bring back to his hotel room and give her a ‘special drink’. He remembers her kissing him deeply, and feeling the alcohol suddenly went to his head. He’s normally able to hold his liquor…Stanford pauses, glancing around and trying to figure out where he is. 

Something soft is against his skin, but he’s unable to move more than look around a bit before he sees a dark shadow slowly pass over him, looking oddly like a huge shadow of a spider. He blinks groggily as he feels something strange, almost furry and soft, shift along his thighs, easily parting them as he tries to figure out what happened, where he is, where that girl is, as he hears a light chuckle before feeling something moving along his balls and cock, making him realize how hard he is, how it feels so good. 

He moans as he feels something else happening, his legs moving a bit and his head not quite as clear as he’d like. He finds himself muttering, trying to ask what’s happening, but his speech is slurred. What did that bitch give him last night?

“You picked a feisty one, dear,” he hears a very male voice mutter as he feels someone running a hand through his hair, making his head move a bit up as something slowly pushes into him, slowly shifting in him, as if examining his insides. 

Stanford tries to protest the invasion, but then a feel of pleasure steals his protests, his back arching a bit at the continued waves of pleasure that rolls over him again and again. He can barely think as he tries to shove up into warmth or something, feeling a strange, soft feeling wrapped around his cock, getting him something to fuck into as more of the pleasurable thing pushes into him, rhythmically moving and seeming to fill him up with something. 

He blinks as he sees a fat guy above him, who looks handsome in a way, with short dark hair and a smile on his face, who continually brushes his hair and seems to be doing something with his face. “What’s your name, feisty one?”

He can’t talk, gasping instead as he comes hard, feeling strangely full instead of empty, before he hears the woman from the rave chuckle.

“You like getting their names.”

“It’s easier to know which is which. He’s quite a naughty one, I heard.” The fat man’s voice is teasing, but he doesn’t care because more pleasure is starting again, his ass slowly picked up from wherever he’s laying on as something round also pushes in, making Stanford gasp and pull in air as more and more pleasure builds within him, getting him to shake and his hips to move closer to the source of his pleasure. 

“Though he’s quite eager as well. Wonder if he’ll fight it when he’s sober.”

“You love it when they do.”

He sees the fat man chuckle, but he can’t argue, not when this all feels so good, not when whatever round things that pass into him spark wave after wave of pleasure, even as he feels like he’s just eaten two five-course meals full of heavy food. He moans again and again in pleasure as he tries to keep himself together, but he can’t, and it’s too much, too…too…

“Ah…mah–more…more…please…”

“My, he gave in quickly.”

“I hoped he’d hold out a bit more,” the man says as Stanford’s pleasure slowly stops, one last bit pushed in before something gently pushes against that spot in his body, making him let out another moan in pleasure. 

He can’t help but babble and move his hips as he’s put down, now seeing he’s wrapped in a soft, web-like thing that reminds him of silk, and the huge shadow over him is like a gigantic spider, but with the torso of a four-armed woman with what looks like multiple eyes. He doesn’t even struggle as she ties up his legs and moves to lift him up, taking him over to where more of the guys from the rave are, though they appear to be asleep. The fat man walks like he’s pregnant after her, saying, “So, are you going to use the others too?”

“This one was good,” she rubs Stanford’s huge stomach, making him moan at the warm touch, “he took so many…such a good find. The others will go up for auction, I think, though one,” she pointed to Stanford’s best friend, Charles, “I think I’ll give him to the wonderful man who rented this space to us. He likes having a breeder around.”

Stanford tries to protest, but a sudden feel of vibration within in stop it, causing him to moan as his hips move to try to get pleasure. The two below him smile before walking out, the spider-woman carrying the fat, pregnant man out of his view and care. All he wanted was pleasure now, it didn’t matter how he got it. So long as he had this continual, lovely pleasure…

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Visible growing/balloon(?)ing/expanding/bloating/swelling belly under cloathing. Rapid pregnancy either the things inside growing or multiplying. Plus the reaction of host's hand try to stop the expansion- rubbing/pushing/cupping

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I'm just saying I love oviposition so much I love boys who are flushed and shaking while they push out eggs and can't decide if they're turned on or not, and if they are they're disgusted with themselves but theres nothing you can do about it except keep getting eggs out.

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Is there a self impregnation tag? Or are there just no submissions that have it yet?

hmm we have pregnant by touch, and pregnant by ingestion, but no self impregnation as of yet. no stories/asks have had that kink so far

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Hey so I know there’s no way to confirm I’m the author bc of anonymity. I was wondering if you could remove the Bubble Tea Factory story and the most recent cowboy one (no title) by Anonymous. I may write more later but I’m not really comfortable having these up atm! Thanks!

Hello! I’m sorry I’ve only just seen your message after being absent for so long, I’ll remove the bubble tea factory and the cow boy story immediately. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to do this for you, your stories were a delight to read, thank you for sharing them when you did. 

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The good shit? A boy whose belly is large enough to carry twins. His body struggling to accommodate his massive pregnancy. His belly is swollen and aching. When he goes into labor he finds out he is carrying one gigantic egg he cannot get out. He wails as it hatches inside him, stretching his belly.

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hey guys I know its been over a year and a half (2 years??) since I last posted, but this blog really means a lot to me, and I’m feeling like I could get back into it, so I’m going to try! Theres still a lot of submissions in the backlog, so theres a bunch of content at the ready to be posted, I just have to set the in the queue

I’m not sure if I still show up in the tumblr search or if these stories will either, or how many of you are still active, but at the very least I want to share with you the submissions that’ve been lustfully crafted and entrusted to me 🙏 

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Tiny little fairy boy gets fucked by a cock almost as big as he is. He gets filled up with so much cum that it overflows and starts coming out his mouth and ass.

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News anchor gets fucked and impregnated on air, but he still has to read the news. So he’s trying to read the news, interrupting himself with moans, until he eventually gives up and is just a moaning mess. He’s pregnant after that, but he still has to go to work every day, so the viewers see his belly grow over the course of his pregnancy, until he gives birth. He’s in the studio on live television when his water breaks, and he has to keep reading the news while giving birth.

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i was robbed of a kinky dream last night 😫😫😫like i was dreaming that some witches asked me to ask for a wish, any wish, and as a afab individual i wished to become a man, and they smiled and granted my wish, and they wickedly asked what the first thing i wanted to do was and i naively answered “to be a parent”, and they twisted my answer into making me pregnant, and all i legit felt (but not saw) my tummy becoming warm and growing and i legit woke up then and there and was so frustrated

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Supposedly this has to be rapid pregnancy/ growth spurt imagine but i don’t know how to get there nor how it end:

The explosion comes out of nowhere, inside his belly, his centre, throwing him of balance onto his back, on his bed. The realization hit next with pain, when contraction hit and water dripping on the floor. He screams and tries to get on his feet but contraction pain made him thrash on his bed and he tries to get on his knees. Something was going out of him and when he feelt it he pushed. All his muscles spasm in pain but it progressed. 

He saw his belly, so distended, swelling, full of some load but he has no idea whats inside. When the things crown, he grips the sheet and pushes as hard as he can. A small ball of tentacles wriggle out of him and fall to the floor. He stares for a moment to understand whats happening. Next thing he knows the same pain coming from inside his belly and he sees it distended, again. He scrambles to the headboard as the contractions hit, muttering denials, unbelieving this is happening again. 

He pushes the next things harder and harder until they’re crowning as fast as possible so that he could run from here. Another tentacle comes out and he kicks it on the floor. Just when he moves out of bed, his belly grows again with pain and the contractions come next. He grabs the bedsheet as he falls onto the floor. Spreading his legs, and leaning to the bed, he repeats the same action to push the things out of him. It take a moment for them to wriggle out of him, crown, and fall at last. 

Like the other two, this one wriggles, trying to grab something but air. He catches himself in the mirror looking sweaty, tired from the labour. But his belly comes back growing, swollen as before or bigger, he doesn’t even know. He groans and pushes and pushes. Two or twin- tentacles slide out of him, joining the previous ones and they connect to each other just wriggling there. He couldn’t care for another growth swollen his belly. 

He decides to stand up, to run, if that could stop whatever things is going on but he’s still in labour and births tentacles. His belly eventually slowing, he notices after he lost count of time, but it is still distending. After birthed it will swell just like balloon and contraction comes next. 

He pushes this one out too until he takes notice of all of previous tentacles wriggling, finding each other and connecting to become one. They take this one to join before they latch on his thigh. He can feel something penetrate and reach his insides and he cant help but react, moan, when it does something inside of him. 

His mind tells him to run but this big bundle wont let go of his thigh and already attaches to his insides. He feels it move, slowly, steady, faster next and then he lost of how fast. His insides keep getting hotter and hotter as something releases. 

He hears the slosh and feels his belly tighten again but this time even tighter. Until his belly is impossibly big the tentacles stop, plunge everything inside. He couldn’t move, theres no strength left in his legs. He moves to touch his belly. It feels warm, tight, soft and jingling. He couldn’t not expect what comes next.

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Someone being pregnant with one giant egg. They are worried they will never be able to get it out. One night they wake up in pain as the egg hatches inside of them. They scream as their already sore belly is stretched. Then they have to give birth to whatever was in the egg.

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A Bountiful Year

Inspired by that faun shepherd imagine.

A Bountiful Year

Átolmos had left the wilds to live among humans not because he liked them but because he had discovered the human job of shepherd. Oh, how he loved sheep! He was quite content to spend his days among a flock, and not just because he was really a faun. He was more like half-goat than half-sheep anyway. 

It was easier to hide his true species than he thought it would be. A hand knitted cap handily covered his tiny horn nubs, and a combination of a long tunic and oversized boots that had been stuffed with straw hid his other less than human features. The boots made him walk with kind of an odd, waddling gait, but no one seemed to really care. He was quite a bit shorter and slighter than most men, but that didn’t cause much of a stir, either.

Over time, he worked his way from minding the flocks of others to managing his own. Each of his girls had her own personality, and he much preferred them to any humans in his acquaintance. Each year, he hired the use of a farmer’s ram to breed his sheep and felt a little jealousy as he watched them swell with new life year after year.

This year had been a surprise for multiple reasons.

“My old ram passed away,” the farmer explained as Átolmos gaped in awe at the impressive replacement ram. It was larger than the other one had been. That its predecessor had died was not terribly surprising. The old ram had been getting slower and weaker for some time, and the last few breeding seasons, there had been several ewes that had not even fallen pregnant.

“Will I need to pay a higher stud fee?” he asked. He did not make very much money that did not go toward other expenses.

“No, no. The usual price is fine.”

“Wonderful! Please bring him by next week.”

The young, virile ram was much more…enthusiastic than the old ram had been. Átolmos stayed in the field to watch the breeding. You know, to make sure his girls were all okay. If he’d pleasured himself a bit while keeping watch, could he really be blamed? He had fallen asleep in the field and woke to find that the ram found him just as pleasing as any ewe.

He wouldn’t lie–it had been most satisfying. He may even have indulged in the act several more times over the week he had the ram for stud services. He didn’t think anything would come of it.

However, one month later, his belly had a noticeable and very firm outward dome. 

Átolmos stared down at the swell and chewed his bottom lip. He really had no one to blame but himself. For now, it could be hidden under his flowing tunic, but that would only work for a while. He began to make plans to move his flock out into the hills for the duration of their gestation and his own, away from any prying eyes in town. Gathering supplies and making other arrangements took time, though, and he was approaching two months in–halfway gone–by the time he was ready to leave town. 

His belly was now spherical, hanging low and heavy on his abdomen. His hips ached with the pressure already, his skin oh so tight and itchy, and he still had so much longer to go! The waddling was even more exaggerated now.

He had sewn extra panels into his tunic, but his burgeoning tummy still pushed up against the scratchy fabric, curves scarcely hidden at all.

“Are you sure you want to go up into the hills?” his elderly neighbor asked with one white brow raised. Átolmos had asked her to keep an eye on his tiny cottage while he was away.

“Yes. I have heard that it is healthier for the ewes and their lambs.” He really had heard that somewhere, even if that wasn’t the main reason.

“I suppose the hiking will be good for you, too.”

He had blushed at that, but better everyone think he was putting on weight than to suspect he was growing a lamb in his belly.

The long trip out of town was exhausting. He was not as nimble as he used to be, after all. He found a lovely, sheltered valley away from any unwanted eyes and was quick to settle in and discard the clothing that was uncomfortable for him on a regular day and almost unbearable in his current condition.

Over the third month, his womb pushed outward even more until he could no longer quite reach the front and he wondered how much bigger he could possibly get. He really shouldn’t have because then it started bulging out to either side. 

He began to feel movement in that third month as well. He quickly came to the realization that he was having more than one lamb. Twins were quite common for sheep. It was just his luck.

Moving around was getting harder and harder. His belly was terribly heavy and everything ached. His drum-tight uterus had pushed all his other organs up against his lungs, making breathing hard and leaving little room to fill his constantly growling stomach. 

He occasionally grazed along with his sheep, resting some of his burden on the ground. It put uncomfortable pressure on his stretched skin, but it gave his poor bones a break.

He could only imagine how ridiculous he must look as his sides ballooned out ever further to either side of him. Sometimes, his lambs would jostle and roll around, and he could only bleat softly in dismay and watch the bizarre contortions of his flesh.

One miserable, bloated day flowed into the next, and he began to lose track of time. Every ewe seemed to be blowing up as well. The ram had done his work well!

Finally, one by one, the ewes began to deliver their lambs. Big, strong lambs that he occasionally had to help guide and pull out of their laboring mothers. There were several sets of twins and a few single offspring, as though the sheep’s bodies had decided no thank you, one of these very large lambs was plenty! If only his own body had gotten that memo…

The last ewe had delivered her lamb, but Átolmos was still stuffed to capacity. He gently rubbed soothing ointment into what skin he could still reach and anticipated and dreaded his own looming labor in equal measure.

He woke suddenly in the very early hours of the morning, wondering what had disturbed him in the quiet darkness. He was about to try to go back to sleep when another contraction squeezed down on his giant belly painfully. It was time! He rolled over onto his hands and knees, which was the best way he could think to duplicate the way sheep birthed.

Labor usually went pretty quickly for his sheep, as far as he could tell, so he thought it might be the same for him. Alas, the sun crept slowly over the horizon as he panted and groaned through wracking pain after pain. Finally, he felt himself spreading open tortuously. He dug his fingers into the grass and dirt. Every limb was shaking, but he reached one hand back to feel below his tail. 

There he felt the tips of two small hooves and he groaned in dismay. He already felt as though he were being torn in half and scarcely any of the first lamb was even out! His muscles tried their best to bear down and push, but they had stretched so far they seemed woefully weak. He wailed and great, fat tears rolled down his cheeks as his offspring inched its way out of him. At last, gravity took over and the last half of the body slid from him in a rush.

He panted and moaned. He ought to check on the baby, but he couldn’t seem to do anything but quiver in place. He heard a sheep approach him from behind and lick at the lamb on the grass. Átolmos let out a quavering laugh when he heard a high bleat indicating the lamb was alive, if not terribly happy.

He had just enough time to wonder when his labor would start up again before the contractions began anew. It seemed only logical that the second lamb should be easier, as everything had already been stretched by the passage of the first, but that didn’t seem to be the case. It hurt just as terribly and moved just as slowly. Why oh why had he ever been so foolish as to wish to be like his pregnant ewes?

His throat was dry and sore from crying, and his eyes were swollen. Snot dripped unchecked from his nose because it was all he could do to stay upright, let alone wipe his face. Every hoarse lament tore its way out of him like the lamb was battering its way out.

He fell over onto his side as he felt the second lamb fall free. There! It was over and he had survived.

He felt kicking and stared down at his still swollen belly in horror. Triplets?! It was not unheard of but it was very rare. He ran shaky hands over the hard globe of his belly and cried some more. He couldn’t get back up again–he just couldn’t! He lay there on his side and waited for nature to just take its course. The contractions continued, one on top of the next, but nothing was moving.

“Get ahold of yourself!” he mentally scolded. Something was wrong, and if he didn’t want to die, he was going to have to figure it out. His tummy had gone down enough that he was able to feel around his abdomen. It was painful to push into the tender flesh, but he needed to feel what was  happening inside.

The lamb was turned wrong. He needed to prod it back into the proper alignment, but he was certain his arms, which currently felt like limp noodles, were not strong enough. He looked around desperately and saw an old section of wooden fence nearby.

He dragged himself over and pulled his belly up and onto the lower rail. he let his weight fall against the fence, pushing the wooden bar in and against the stubborn occupant of his frantically contracting womb. There would be bruises there later for sure. Slowly, he felt the lamb begin to shift and turn and practically sobbed for joy when he felt the front hooves enter his swollen and sensitive birth canal. 

It hurt even more than the first two had, and he was far too exhausted to push. With the last of his strength, he hooked both arms over the top rail of the fence and hung there, letting gravity do most of the work for him. He felt his aching hips circling weakly, whether to help things along or trying to escape the pressure and pain he wasn’t sure. He spread his legs as wide as he could. Surely, he was tearing open! The body of the third lamb seemed to be pulling all of his insides out behind it.

He heard the lamb hit the dirt and collapsed himself, everything going dark.

He awoke sometime later to realize that he was still alive. Three sheep with single lambs had adopted his own triplets, taking care of him as he had taken care of them. One lamb was particularly large, and he was certain it had been the third he birthed. 

He reached down to examine himself and found he was miraculously not torn, just very swollen and stretched out of shape. The area around his nipples was also swollen and sore. Eventually, without the lambs to nurse there, that would subside, though it would probably be very uncomfortable for some time.

“My goodness!” His neighbor remarked when he returned with his flock and so many new lambs. “It’s been a bountiful year for you, hasn’t it?”

“Indeed,” he agreed, resting one had surreptitiously over his belly, still sore and swollen weeks after giving birth. In the moment, it had all been the purest agony, but now he felt… Empty. “If I am very fortunate, perhaps next year will be even more so.”

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Imagine a shepherd boy, but hes also a faun and pregnant at the same time as his flock. Sheep are only pregnant about 4 months, so he swells with the lamb way faster than expected. The shepherd with a low, very tight belly right in his hips that his long robes do nothing to hide. When he births, he pairs the lamb with a ewe, and no one back in the village is ever the wiser he'd given birth at all.

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Just One More is on AO3! The work number is 18140762, and you can find it by pasting that number into the search bar :D

oh dang, thanks anon! heres a link