#hpreg

[otter-pup]

having slow-rapid pregnancy thoughts

we have a fun, rowdy evening, and i fill you up multiple times. we didn’t use protection, but based on the time of month, it’s probably fine.

(spoilers: it’s not)

later that night, after we drift off to sleep, i have a bleary moment of semi-consciousness. i’m spooning you, hand on your tummy, and i can feel just the slightest unexpected resistance. at first i figure it’s just you breathing, but… i could swear there’s just an almost nonexistent stretch, so subtly rounding you out. i grin and pull you closer before drifting off again.

the next morning, you definitely look bloated, but not unnaturally so. you check it out in the mirror (i check you out in the mirror), we get breakfast, and you leave to go about your day.

you keep looking down at your bulging tummy throughout the morning, expecting it to go down, rather than do the opposite. by lunchtime, you start feeling fluttery movements, and you know something’s wrong.

it’s slow enough that no one can SEE you growing, but you very clearly look pregnant when you obviously weren’t the last time your classmates saw you. i’d guess you’re expanding at a rate of a month of gestation every three hours or so, and you’re definitely carrying more than one.

it certainly doesn’t help that your outfit is about as far from obscuring your figure as your wardrobe can get. when you sit down, you can hear seams stretching ominously.

- 🦑

I’ve been keeping track of my cycle for long enough now that i don’t think twice about letting you fill me up, even begging for it, pleading dumbly for you to breed me while im completely drunk on pleasure.

we both like when you keep your hand on my belly after sex, so of course you notice when i start swelling. im already asleep by then, and you don’t mention it in the morning - you just look at me in the mirror while i check the bloating, before we both move on with our days.

the bloating doesn’t go down. im a little self conscious of how tight my shirt is around it, and my jeans are fairly tight, like always, and if i weren’t in classes i would have them unbuttoned by now. I ignore it the best i can. my stomach isn’t upset or anything, if anything im more hungry than usual, so im having lunch when i start feeling flutters inside me.

i finish eating and rush to the bathroom, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling up my shirt — which feels even tighter than it was before — enough to see how obviously swollen I’ve gotten. i rub my hands over my belly a few times, making sure I’m not imagining it. im not.

i can’t do anything until im done with classes for the day. At least, I try to finish classes. i make it through my next one, but my third and final class of the day is interrupted by the seams of my jeans tearing - and not quietly, either. i go bright red and excuse myself, heading straight home after that.

by the time we’re both home, im five, maybe sixth months along, size-wise — though i look well past full term. im surprised my shirt lasted as long as it did, though the seams on that tear during my commute back home.

we have at least another nine hours left. and, past the concern, im indescribably turned on.

it’s not like i can get any more pregnant if we spend the next nine hours breeding, right?

[realdramalove69]

Imagine being pregnant back to back to back to back….

Anna sighed heavily, each footstep painful as she made her way down the stairs. Her back ached, her baby filled belly constantly moving and weighing her down. Her large maternity dress barely covered her belly, the bottom of it only inches off the ground. At only twenty three years old she was already on her fifth pregnancy and this litter was her biggest yet.

She walked into the kitchen and began the task of preparing breakfast for her many children and her husband. She herself was starving, but she ate last. Her family took priority. Bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, and bottles of milk for her many smaller babies.

As the sound of sizzling bacon wafted through the house her older children began to stir, making their way into the kitchen. Her oldest, a set of quints, helped get the younger children in their seats, setting the table for their gravid mother.

Anna looked at her children, not quite believing she already had so many. When she was eighteen her and her boyfriend, Dave, had sex for the first time, resulting in the quints. They were shocked to find out they were having so many but the doctor couldn’t explain it. Anna was just very fertile. Ever since then Dave kept her pregnant, not wanting her womb to be empty for even a second. Another set of quints and octuplets shortly followed and her last litter, a set of ten, was still sleeping soundly upstairs in their cribs.

Anna rubbed her belly. She was nearing her due date with the baker’s dozen now residing inside of her and she was eager to finally get them out. Anna was tired of having babies. She didn’t want to be pregnant anymore. Instead she wanted to spend time with the many children she already had; another part of her also wanted to just be a kid herself, enjoying the perks of being nearly twenty one.

“Morning,” Anna’s husband, Dave, said as he entered the kitchen. He lovingly stroked her belly, feeling the large babies beneath the skin. “How are my babies doing today?”

“They’re restless, that's for sure,” Anna replied.

“Well they only have a few more weeks in there.” Dave kissed her belly button, making her moan lowly as he rubbed her sensitive skin, pushing up her large maternity shirt to show off her gravid curves.

Anna tried to push him away but her belly was too big. She couldn’t reach him past her stretched womb. She instead handed Dave a plate and watched him sit down. She served the rest of her children before making herself a large plate, her cravings always getting the best of her.

Dave quickly ate. “I’ve got to get to the office. But you all be good for mommy today!” He kissed the heads of his children and left, leaving Anna to get the kids ready for the day all by herself.

It was a tough task taking care of her twenty eight children all by herself. Dave believed in traditional husband and wife roles: he would work and get to come home and relax while she took care of the house. All while giving him even more babies. She got the two sets of quints dressed for pre-school and loaded them into the large minivan, her mom stopping by to help drive them to school. Anna had lost the ability to drive months ago when her belly wouldn’t fit behind the wheel anymore.

“Good morning,” Anna’s mom, Crystal, said. “How are my grandbabies today?”

“Good!” the kids shouted.

Crystal patted her daughter’s belly and smiled. “How blessed your family is. So many babies and more to come.”

Anna forced a smile. “Yeah, I can't quite believe it sometimes. Can you pick them up at around 3 for me?”

“Of course! Anything for you. And I’ll be by after I drop them off to help with the little little ones.”

Crystal drove off with the ten kids leaving Anna alone to take care of the other 18. She grunted as she walked back up the stairs, needing to feed the babies. She had to go up the stairs sideways, her stomach squished between her and the railing. She sat heavily in the rocking chair and heaved her large breasts out of her shirt before beginning the long task of feeding ten fat and hungry babies.

Anna couldn’t help but resent her husband's lack of help. She was tired all the time, especially with thirteen more babies on the way. And she wanted a break from all of it. She knew getting pregnant again would only make her bigger and she dreaded the fact that one of these pregnancies would make her immobile. She rubbed her belly as the babies finished eating, concerned about how to even broach this topic with her baby crazy husband.

The end of the day finally came, her children were in bed, and Anna was able to take her gravid body to her own bedroom where she laid down heavily, the frame creaking under her weight. Dave rubbed her near full term belly. He couldn’t get enough of her pregnant form, demanding sex almost nightly. Anna would oblige, letting her husband pound away at her while she laid there, wondering how she could convince him to stop having babies.

After Dave busted in her he laid back next to her, panting heavily.

“How much longer until I can put another batch in you,” he said.

“I wanted to talk about that, actually,” Anna said. She pushed herself into a seated position, rubbing her belly to calm her babies. “I don’t want to get pregnant again.”

Dave frowned. “At all?”

Anna nodded. “I’m tired all the time. There's so many babies to take care of already and it's hard to do with this sticking out of me. I need a break.”

“You’re my wife. You’re supposed to give me a family.”

“I have given you a family. I’m telling you now, I’m starting birth control the minute these babies are born. Or you're getting a vasectomy. Got it?”

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this?”

“Because, Dave, this isn’t exactly what I thought my life would be.”

Dave nodded. “Alright. If it’s what you want. I will respect it.”

“Thank you. Goodnight.”

Anna turned on her side to try and get some sleep, surprised at how well that conversation went.

Dave, however, was not about to let his wife be without child. He laid awake, coming up with ways to convince Anna to get pregnant again. He even googled fertility drugs, wondering if there was a way he could replace the birth control with them instead.

The next morning Dave hopped out of bed and left the house quickly, leaving Anna alone with the sleeping children. He needed a plan. He went to his place of work, a science lab dedicated to advancing humans faster than ever before. While Dave may have been young, he was incredibly smart and worked through the ranks quickly, learning all that he could.

Dave went to his lab and looked around. He was the first one there, just as he hoped. He opened his locked drawer and pulled out a notebook labeled “Fertility”. He had been studying his wife’s extreme fertility for awhile now, all in secret. He had wanted to create a way for even the most barren of women to be able to conceive but now he wanted something that would make even those who hated kids want to do nothing but breed. He studied his previous concoctions and set to work creating a small bottle of what looked like perfume.

“This better work,” he muttered to himself. He grabbed the small bottle and pocketed it before locking away his secrets once again.

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A month later and Anna found her stomach flat once again as the 13 new babies laid crying around her. She had given birth on time, per usual, and all her babies were large and healthy. Dave smiled as he picked up the two week old babies, looking at his wife who seemed less than eager about the task ahead of her.

“How many miracles we have made,” Dave said.

“I know. But I’m not sure how I will be able to take care of them all myself.”

“You’re a wonderful mother. You will find a way.”

Dave kissed her but he could sense Anna’s resentment. He set the babies down and decided this was the right time.

“I have a gift for you,” Dave said. “Come with me.”

Anna followed her husband to their bedroom. A gift from him was rare and Anna was confused as to what the occasion was.

“Did I forget an anniversary?” Anna asked.

“No! I just wanted to show my wife how much I appreciate her.”

Dave handed her a neatly wrapped box. Anna took it and unwrapped it, revealing the small glass bottle.

“It’s perfume,” Dave said. “The lady said it smelled like lemons and honey which I know is your favorite.”

Anna smiled. “Thank you! This is actually very thoughtful.”

“Why don’t you try it out?”

Anna obliged, taking the perfume and spritzing it on her wrists and neck. It smelled amazing, making her close her eyes and breathe it in deeply.

“Wow,” Anna whispered. “That’s amazing.”

When she opened her eyes she looked her husband up and down and licked her lips. She was suddenly feeling very...horny. Anna rubbed her flat stomach, feeling how empty it was and how full she needed it to be.

What is wrong with me? She thought to herself. Get a hold of yourself!

But the drug was more powerful than Anna’s own mind. Dave walked closer to her, pressing her body against his as he grabbed her plump rear, making her squeak.

“You want more babies?” Dave asked. “I know how empty you must feel.”

"No," Anna whimpered. "We said...no more..." But she felt her thighs rubbing together and her pussy growing wet at the thought of growing even bigger.

Dave grabbed her and picked her up, taking her to the bed and laying her on her back. She moaned in protest, but she couldn't fight the intense hormones now raging through her.

Dave wasted no time ripping off her yoga pants and thrusting himself into her, his cock filling her tight pussy. He gripped her leaking breasts and pumped faster, eager to fill her before the perfume wore off.

Anna couldn't help but moan and groan as he hit all her sensitive areas. She could hear the voice of reason in the back of her mind screaming at her to stop, knowing she would only get more pregnant, but she laid helpless on the bed, cumming over and over as Dave gripped her thighs.

"I'm gonna fill you until you burst!" Dave groaned as he felt his cock growing hotter.

Before Anna could get him out of her, he shot ropes of hot cum into her waiting vagina. He held himself against her, not wanting any of the precious seed to leak out.

Anna came again, rubbing her flat stomach, her senses returning to her as Dave leaned on top of her, sucking on her ripe tits.

"What did you do?!" Anna screamed.

"Gave you what you wanted," Dave replied. He pulled out of her and left her laying on the bed, cum still leaking from her.

Anna rubbed her stomach and started to cry, knowing what the next ten months would bring.

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Four months in and Anna was already huge. She rubbed her quintuplet sized belly, groaning as she tried to heave herself out of bed to tend to her crying newborns. Dave slept soundly beside her, not even attempting to help care for his kids.

Anna finally got herself standing, her hands pushing into her lower back. She waddled heavily to the nursery, her tits already leaking through her maternity nightgown.

"Shh shh," she cooed as she began to nurse the 13 new babies. Her previous ten began to stir as well, wanting their mother’s precious milk.

"Oh, there's too many," Anna said as she tried to soothe the babies she couldn't feed right away.

It took hours but finally all the babies were fed and asleep and Anna could take her tired body back to bed. She laid back down on her side, her belly hanging off the side of the mattress. Dave rolled over and rubbed her tummy, feeling the stretched skin. He kissed her neck, making her groan.

"You're so big already," he moaned. "I want you bigger."

“I can't get bigger. I'll burst!"

"You'll grow beautifully my gravid wife."

Dave pulled down her underwear and pushed his aching member into her pussy. She groaned as he pumped in and out of her, making the bed creak under her gravid weight. He grabbed the bottle of perfume and spritzed it on her neck, seeing her eyelids close gently as the extra hormones took over her.

Anna wanted to protest but she couldn't help but moan lustfully as Dave hit all her sensitive spots. This pregnancy was already so heavy and it made her hornier than ever before. She could feel all the weight of her tummy pushing on her hips and vagina as Dave rolled her onto her back, pressing his muscular torso against the underside of her belly. He gripped the sides of her belly as he thrust in and out of her, making her cry out.

“Oooohhh,” Anna moaned. “Oh fill me up! I’m already so full but I need more!”

“And I’ll give you more!” Dave grunted. He sucked on her belly button, his tongue pressing the flat flesh back into her stretched skin.

“Dave! I’m gonna cum!” Anna shrieked.

“Get ready for my babies!”

Dave thrust once more before busting inside of her. Anna groaned as she felt her own orgasm go through her, making her legs go limp. He pressed against her, shoving his cum into her, urging her to grow bigger and bigger.

“Oh,” Anna groaned as Dave pulled out of her and got her back on her side. “Oh it’s so big already.”

“Just how I like it,” Dave moaned. He rubbed her belly as she struggled to get comfortable, eager to know just how pregnant he had gotten her this time.

[infinitegest]

probably a tmi but, man, ive always had a preg kink right, but, as a trans man, i thought i never wanted to get pregnant myself.

until i started testosterone, that is.

the combination of hormones + my growing confidence has left me aching to get pregnant, and hugely pregnant at that. 10lb quintuplets are my minimum. for two whole years its been driving me crazy knowing i can easily get pregnant, since testosterone is not a birth control and im still fertile. all i have to do is spread my legs for some pretty, virile individual and take their loads.

like, fuck, my ultimate fantasy is to get passed around by a group who all take their turns filling me with their seed, one after another for hours. and the end result is me, enormously pregnant, with so many babies packed inside my belly im bedbound by week 20.

testosterone is one hell of a hormone, haha

asldkfjafld anon this is not too much information, this is exactly the right amount of information

being on T is just helping you become closer and closer to your true self-- that is, an incubator absolutely overflowing with life. i'd love to help you reach your full potential, arranging a little surprise party for you when you get home, inviting all my friends that i know have had their eyes on you. while some of us are having fun with you, the rest are taking a break to get their stamina up, ready to go another round just to make sure you've got as much of our seed packed inside you as your body will allow.

your belly spills out so quickly in the next few weeks, eagerly undertaking its new job of helping dozens of babies grow big and healthy and strong. the ultrasound tech faints the first time you get a scan to see how many we managed to stuff your womb with.

you're being such a good carrier for all of us.

yeah... T does some very fun things for libido :]

[otter-pup]

Once you're so full with babies that your belly is the first thing people notice about you, I will make sure to do anything I can to set off an array of kicks so you will forget what it was like to not feel our young squirm

promise?

if the size alone wasn't enough to draw eyes towards us, my constant whimpering, gasping, and moaning would be. if not, the visible kicks and squirms of our young would be. i'm practically more womb than person at this point, huffing and gasping my way through my days as you insist on torturing me the entire time (not that i'm really suffering in any way, if you don't count how turned on it makes me while we can't do anything about it).

by the time i get to sleep, especially with how you always help me deal with the neverending need im left with at the end of the day, i cant even register the stilling of our young as they sleep too. all i ever know, for months before i give birth, is what it feels like to be full of a restless brood.

of course, when i give birth, it makes being empty that much more distressing. so within a few months, i have another positive test, and you'll have another litter to keep busy.

[realdramalove69]

Back to back to back pregnancy part 4

9 months pregnant. Anna was finally 9 months pregnant. 41 weeks and 5 days pregnant to be exact. All she could do was lay in bed, eat, and wait for her massive brood to decide they wanted out. She was currently struggling to fit through the bathroom doorway, her belly and hips caught in the frame. Going to the bathroom was nearly impossible at this size and she hated how much Dave loved to see her so miserable. When she finally broke free she paused to catch her breath, her legs trembling from having to carry so much weight.

Unwillingly her distended middle sank onto the floor. Anna needed to arch her back further than ever to get her stomach off the ground so she could hobble the few steps from bed to toilet.

Anna looked up and saw Dave watching her, a tent in his pants, his mouth practically drooling over her fecund form. With a grunt of anger and determination she lifted her belly, her hands pushed hard into her lower back, and waddled the few steps to their bed.

Dave watched her struggle to heave her belly onto their king size bed. He had already widened their doors again but she was still struggling to squeeze through them on her own. Not that she left their room anymore, the 18 overdue babies finally rendering her basically immobile.

“Can you help me?” Anna huffed as she sat her belly on the ground again, only having to lean forward a little bit to rest it on the cool hardwood.

Dave walked over to her and leaned down in front of her, placing his hands under her firm gut. With a heave he lifted the dense ball of wriggling flesh onto the sinking mattress. Anna sighed as the weight of her babies was somewhat relieved for a moment, before they kicked her harder after the rough movement.

“Fuck, you’re heavy,” Dave gasped.

“It’s your fault!” Anna cried as she struggled to get back into her seated position on the bed.

“I know, and I love it.”

Dave stopped her from getting further into the bed, his larger hands grabbing her wide hips. He pinched her far rolls, making Anna squeal.

“Dave, please,” Anna begged. “I’m so tired.”

“You’re in the perfect spot,” Dave responded. He pressed himself against her cellulite covered ass, pulling down her tight panties and moving to unbuckled his pants.

Anna groaned and tried to get onto the bed, away from her lust filled husband, but she was so tired and heavy and his fingers inside of her felt so good. She could smell the perfume in the air as Dave spritzed it onto her neck.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” Dave asked. He pushed his hand further into her tight hole.

“Yes!” Anna squeaked. She hated how good it felt to orgasm with all this weight in her.

Dave felt her shudder as she came. He smiled as he pulled his soaked hand out of her and pushed her further into her stomach, giving him ample access to her waiting pussy.

“God fill me up!” Anna cried as she felt Dave thrust into her, his thick cock hitting her g spot. “Break my water! Get these babies out of me!”

As much as he loved her being this pregnant, Dave was excited for her to give birth so he could start her in the fertility treatments. The thought of her being twice as big made him grip her stomach tighter. Anna held her triple H cup breast’s in her arms, the bouncing of them causing her to leak all over her belly.

“I’m gonna make you bigger than this room,” Dave grunted. “You’re going to give me hundreds of babies!”

“Give them to me!” Anna came again, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Dave felt her tighten around him, making him cum as well. He pressed himself tight into her, he stomach on her back, his hands rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

Finally, Dave pulled out of her and helped her to sit down. He lifted her leg on the bed and helped her shift into her spot. At last Anna could lean back and catch her breath, her giant belly and breasts heaving with each one she took. She closed her eyes and rubbed her stomach, feeling the overgrown babies fighting in her womb.

“Any day now,” Anna groaned. She rubbed her stretched skin, the deep marks spiderwebbing across her belly. “They have to come soon.l

“They’re over ten pounds each now,” Dave said. “You’re eating is paying off.”

Annas stomach growled at the mention of food. After their frequent fuck sessions Dave would bring her a buffets worth of food. Her eighteen overdue babies kicked and punched her insides, constantly demanding she eat everything that was given to her. Dave loved watching her stuff herself until she was so full she couldn’t speak. Not that she was ever really full anymore.

Once back into her seated position on the bed, her belly sitting between her open legs and stretching past her feet, Dave hooked her up to the breast pumps and went to grab her lunch.

Anna grunted uncomfortably as she felt the first small contractions in her back. She wasn’t happy about any of this but she couldn’t do anything but wait to give birth now. She was scared what her next pregnancy would be like, how big would she get and how many babies would she have, how would she take care of them all when she has her other kids as well?

Dave returned with Tanya, their head nanny, and a couple other nanny’s carrying her other children. Platters of fried chicken and French fries were set on her expansive chest and the breast pumps were replaced by the mouths of hungry babies.

This was her natural state, Dave thought. How every woman should look. Fat with babies, more on her nipples, totally succumbed to being nothing but a womb for her husband. It made him instantly hard again seeing her like this, moaning and sweating as she ate, trying to shove as much food in to soothe the constantly moving babies within.

Dave walked around her, like a moon around the earth, rubbing and prodding at the babies as they stretched her skin further. Behind the mountains of her belly and boobs Dave could hear his wife moan as she inhaled the food set in front of her. He reached the front of her belly, rubbing the underside where it reached past the mattress.

Baby after baby was fed from her leaking tits and after they were full a nanny would take them to nap in the ever expanding nursery down the hall. Anna would eat the whole time, every calorie needed to keep both the babies in her belly and on her chest fat and happy.

When all the babies were fed Dave continued his exploration of his wife’s body. He heard her burp as she finished the last of her lunch. With an evil grin, he pressed into her overstretched belly button.

Anna mewled loadly as she felt her belly button being sucked on. It had been so long since she had seen, let alone touch, that far side of her own body. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Dave took his pants off and rammed his erect cock into her outie belly button, forcing it back into the confined space of her cramped middle.

“Dave please!” Anna cried. “You’re gonna… pop.. me..”

Dave thrust into her harder, her belly button as tight as her pussy, her womb seeming to suck him in as he pounded her. He gripped the sides of her overstretched womb and thrust in her again and again, shaking her as he did to make the babies kick even harder.

“Oh god!” Dave couldn’t see his wife but her cries were louder than ever. 18 babies worth of hormones were coursing through her body making her more sensitive all over. “Dave! Please I can’t… guhh… oh god!”

Anna couldn’t deny it felt good. She tried to reach below her belly to her soaked pussy but no matter how she tried she couldn’t reach. She instead reached for her nipples, raw and sore from constantly feeding and being pumped, yet so sensitive to the touch.

“Here it comes!” Dave grunted as he pulled out of her belly button and pushed inside her before finally coming. He pulled out of her again and covered the front of her in his seed. He could hear Anna orgasming, her legs spasming as she tried desperately to shift her weight.

Dave held onto her as he finished. He kissed her belly all over, trying to soothe them and give Anna a moment of relief. He heard her groan in pain as a small contraction tightened her whole body.

“Please come out,” Anna whined. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Patience.” Dave smiled. “I’m sure they’ll be here before we know it.”

TWO WEEKS LATER

Anna cried out for her husband, her mouth full of vanilla cake and frosting, her belly filling the entirety of their king sized mattress. She was three weeks and four days overdue and she could almost feel her babies growing larger by the minute.

“Yes dear,” Dave sighed. He hated being the one having to do the chores and take care of his family; that was supposed to be the wife’s job after all. But he couldn’t deny Anna was incapable of doing more than eat and gestate at this point.

“I need them out. Today.” Anna grunted.

Dave watched as his 12 pound babies pressed dangerously through his wife’s skin. He pressed them back into her, making her moan even more as a contraction hit her.

“I need you back to taking care of this house,” Dave replied. “So yes, let’s get these babies out today.”

An animalistic urge came over Dave as he rolled his wife onto her side, revealing her fat pussy waiting for him to fill her even more. Anna groaned and cried as the weight of her babies made it even harder to breathe in this position.

Dave didn’t waste time on foreplay, instead taking his foot long dick and shoving into his once petite and slim wife. She was 24, pregnant non stop, birthing entire litters of babies all for him. He gripped her thighs tightly, squeezing the fat rolls on her and sucking in her tight womb.

Anna didn’t know if she wanted to scream from pain or pleasure as Dave filled her and pounded hard into her cervix. A contraction hit her, tightening her already tight womb and making her babies thrash even more. She could feel the first one descending lower into her birth canal.

The contractions only made Dave thrust harder as he felt his wife tighten around him. Anna grabbed one of her massive mammaries in both hands and moved her nipple to her mouth, sucking down the sweet cream and stimulating her even more. she knew nipple stimulation would make the contractions come sooner and she was more than ready to evict this brood.

Dave wanted to cum instantly but he held himself back, instead watching his wife cum again and again as the contractions began to pick up speed. After 20 minutes of this Dave moved Anna to her other side and continued to fuck her.

“Please!” Anna cried, tears running down her face as another contraction gripped her. “Please I wanna push!”

Anna beaded down, despite the baby in her pelvis not being ready to move. Dave pressed on her stomach harder, forcing the babies to move further down.

“Come… on…” Dave panted. He went faster, making Anna bounce in the bed, the frame creaking more and more until Dave finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and he came.

The force of his jizz hitting her insides made Anna low like a cow in heat. She felt her body jiggling everywhere as Dave continued to thrust as he shot ropes into her. The bed frame creaked louder before breaking, sending Anna and the king size mattress to the floor.

The force of the fall and her orgasm was enough to do it. A gush of fluid rushed from between her fat legs as her water finally broke.

“Are you ok?” Dave asked.

“They’re coming! Finally!” Anna grimaced as another contraction hit her, this one hurt more than the others.

Dave watched as his wife pushed, the first baby crowning and stretching her wide open. He shouted for the nanny’s to grab towels and blankets before turning back to his panting wife.

“Stop pushing! You’re not fully dilated yet.”

“Please, I need them outttt!!!” Anna pushed again as a contraction took over. Dave pressed on the head of the baby trying to come out, preventing it from tearing her open.

“You’re almost ready. Just wait.”

Anna was sobbing, the pain worse than any birth she’d had before. These babies were so big and there were so many of them.

After what felt like hours, Dave finally let her push, the first 12 pound baby nearly falling out of her as she screamed. Dave caught the crying girl and quickly handed it to a nanny who placed it on Anna’s chest to feed.

This was the routine as baby after baby came out of Anna. It took nearly a day and a half for her to birth all 18 babies, the last two feeding on her chest as she closed her eyes in exhaustion. They ranged in weight from 12-18 pounds, the largest being a boy, and Anna could already hear her other kids waiting outside to meet their new brothers and sisters.

Dave grabbed the sleeping babies from his wife and set them in the bassinets with the others. He sat in the bed next to her and sucked on her breasts, tasting her sweet milk for himself.

“Enjoy the next few weeks of having an empty womb,” Dave said, kissing her neck and making her moan. “Because I’m going to fill you even more this time.”

[gigglepuffpixie]

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[infinitegest]

person who has a superpower: multiplicity. they can instantaneously generate clones of themself, being in multiple places at once, helping people and outnumbering villains. when they’re done, all the clones merge back into a singular person, no problem.

except. they thought it would be fun to bring their superpower into the bedroom, each of their clones riding their partner while the others tease and caress from the sides, overwhelming their partner with bliss and getting them to cum again and again, before merging together again.

a couple weeks later, they realize that their partner got each of their clones pregnant. when they merged, all of those pregnancies got added together…

fighting crime is about to become a lot harder.

[otter-pup]

Har me out; being a stubborn omega, always declaring that you don't need any alpha. You can take care of yourself. Even when you go out and see omegas heavily pregnant with their omegas, you push down the feelings of envy. It's just your instincts, who cares?

But one day, your heat hits you, and hits you bad. You had a feeling your instincts would be insufferable, and they usually are during your heats since you're unclaimed, but this time around it's terribly bad. You don't know if it's because of you want these instincts to stop or because of your instincts, but you do remember that you have fertility pills you were keeping for a friend..

You take a few (or a handful, it's hard to remember) and head out, the moon high in the sky. You hard ever head out, always too busy or focusing on school, but it couldn't matter less. Maybe if you just got pregnant with one litter, your instincts would finally stop.

You head to a club, and it's easy to get in, and you couldn't get less about your pheromones at the moment before spotting someone who was obviously an alpha; me. I was far too well kept for being in a club, but you could care less. Your feet move you over to me, and I greet you with a charming smile.

We make brief small talk. I'm here because I was recently promoted high up into my company, especially surprising since I was only a year older than you. I was only here to celebrate, but I could clearly tell what you were here for.

You had dragged me back into one of the rooms the club had (apparently this sort of thing happened often) and just soon enough I was mounting you, my cock pounding away at your cunt. You could hardly remember that night, between how pleasurable it felt, how good it felt to have your instincts finally satisfied, and how rough yet soft I was towards you. I never pushed you farther than you could go. (Another reason why I was such a good alpha for you, your instincts informed you.)

When you awoke, you were dressed and alone in the club room. You were disappointed, but also relieved. No more annoying instincts, but even with being satisfied and telling yourself you wouldn't contact me, you still took the card I left beside you.

And as the days passed, you noticed your belly slowly swelling. You were a bit concerned, and checking the fertility pills confirmed your worries. You had taken way more than you had intended to. Who knows how many pups you were carrying now?

You weren't sure what happened first weeks later. Either your instincts, which had been steadily growing in time, finally consumed you or your lust did, and you called me. I was such a good alpha, you needed me.

I was there in just and hour, to see my poor little omega on his couch, desperately trying to make himself cum, but couldn't because of how large his stomach had gotten. I chuckled as I walked over to you, kissing your stomach before trailing my hand down to your wet cunt.

"Just let your alpha take care of you, my little omega." And that was all you needed to hear to surrender yourself to your instincts completely. And now with your first littered delivered and your stomach heavy with another, you know you made the right choice.

🐺

i wasn't ignorant of my instincts, but i refused to let myself succumb to them - too stubborn to see where that would land me. i stared at every bred omega i saw with buried envy, refusing to admit that i wanted that for myself, too.

until my heat hit.

i had a friend who was actively trying for a litter, but their state hadn't cleared the fertility meds they wanted to try for OTC sale - so i had bought them for them and was keeping them safe until they could make the trip to come get them. except now, with my heat messing with my brain, i fumbled to get the cap off myself, pouring i don't know how many into my palm and swallowing them down. then, i put on my best outfit and headed out.

the club i ended up at was nice - which is how i ended up meeting you, celebrating such a big event. my pheromones were pumping out nonstop, and if i wasnt able to smell them, i would be able to tell from your dilated pupils. it didn't take much after that to get you to one of the breeding rooms in the back - even the nicest clubs know better than to risk the mess of a breeding in the bathroom.

you mount me, and im gone, cumming from nearly everything you do - when you bottom out, when you start thrusting, hard, when you knot me for the first time. you pump me full of cum, and i can still feel it, warm inside me, when i wake up, even with you gone.

my instincts are gone, too, and i'm relieved until my belly starts swelling much faster than i would expect. after a few days, i give in and check the fertility pills, and at least half the bottle is gone.

half the bottle, of a fertility booster with a recommended dosage of one.

fuck.

it still takes a few weeks for me to call you - a few more weeks of growing concerningly big for such a short time frame. but even with the logical concern, my instincts are rearing their head again, telling me im such a good omega for taking such a big litter, such a good omega for my alpha, and it's not long before those instincts have me calling you to tell you - and to beg for you to take care of me again.

the hour between the phonecall and your arrival is torture. i can't reach my cunt anymore, my belly in the way even after just a few weeks. you're quick to approach, lips pressing against my belly before your hand presses against my cunt.

let your alpha take care of you, my little omega. that's all it takes for my mind to break, spreading my legs even wider for you as you take me again, soothing my raging hormones and breeding me like you could knock me up again. and months later, when i've given birth to that first litter and you've dosed me with excess fertility meds again, you do get to knock me up again - and i couldn't be happier.

[realdramalove69]

A Mothers Love pt 2

(All characters are 18+)

The spa employees at Mellow Springs were busy getting ready for the day; laying out towels, dressing the massage tables, ensuring the pools and saunas were in tip top shape. They had a full schedule and even had a “very pregnant” client coming by for the first time. The receptionist assumed that meant this expectant was close to giving birth to a single baby, eager to get in a last day of relaxation before becoming a mother.

None of them were prepared for the waddling, panting, sweaty pregnant young woman that waddled through their front doors.

Casey had to hold onto her mother’s arm as they walked through the glass doors. She had managed to dress in the new yoga pants and maternity shirt Steph had bought her yesterday but even still her belly peeked out the bottom, the pants unable to make it up the baby bump and her shirt barely covering her swollen belly button. They went to the receptionist, a slim blonde woman in her 20s wearing scrubs, who was busy on the computer, not looking up until they were right in front of her.

“Welcome to Mellow Springs…oh my,” the receptionist said, glancing at the overly fecund girl in front of her.

Casey’s cheeks grew hot as she felt the eyes of the receptionist on her stretch marked belly. She tried to pull down her shirt while Steph rubbed her back reassuringly, stepping forward and checking them in. Casey, unable to stand much longer, sat in one of the waiting room chairs, her belly quickly filling her lap and her shirt riding up more.

“My apologies,” the receptionist said as she shook her head, quickly regaining her composure and pasting on a large smile. “What's the name for the appointment today?”

“Casey and Stephanie,” Steph said. “Casey is in need of some pampering today.”

Casey smiled weakly at the receptionist, rubbing her belly as the babies kicked. Her whole body ached from being so stretched and full. She couldn’t wait to get in those pools and feel weightless for a moment.

“May I ask how far along we are?” the receptionist asked, worried her nervous voice would give away her curiosity. “It’ll help the massage therapist better understand your needs.”

“8 months,” Casey groaned. “With quints. If that matters.”

“W-with…quints?”

Casey nodded. “Five babies in here.” she patted her belly. “Believe me I didn’t want that many either.”

The receptionist forced a smile as she typed on the computer. “Okay, well that is certainly not common but we’ve had many pregnant women come through here before. It looks like you have the full spa package today so we’ll start you off with the prenatal massage and facial before moving to the sauna and pools for some meditation and aromatherapy. We have robes in the locker room for you and slippers as well. Please follow me.”

Steph heaved Casey back onto her feet, the young woman groaning as she pushed her hands into her lower back and shuffling after the lithe receptionist. Casey yearned to have the body of the receptionist: thin and muscular, perky small breasts and a flat stomach. Instead she had inflated into this giant baby machine, unable to even reach around her own belly anymore.

“Alright, feel free to leave any belongings in the lockers and put on your robes and slippers. When you’re ready head through those doors and your massage therapists will take it from there!”

Casey held up a robe, knowing full well it wouldn’t come close to closing around her belly. “Do you have any…bigger robes?”

“Um, let me check in the back,” the receptionist said. She hurried out of the room, leaving the two women to undress.

Casey sat heavily on a bench as she stripped her shirt off and kicked off her sandals. She rubbed her hands over her moving orb, willing the babies to chill out for even just a moment. Steph sighed and smiled, patting her daughter’s belly and feeling her grandbabies inside.

“Don’t worry honey,” Steph said. “You’ll feel nice and relaxed in no time.”

Steph gathered her daughter’s clothes as Casey sat naked in the too small robe. The receptionist came back with only a slightly larger one, leaving her bump fully exposed for all to see but at least covering her swollen breasts.

“I’m sorry we don’t have any bigger ones,” the receptionist said.

“It’s fine,” Casey grunted, standing and holding the robe over her massive mammaries. “I’m used to nothing fitting anymore.”

The two women shuffled into the next room, a long hallway stretching before them with many doors leading to other parts of the spa. Soft music played throughout the building while the scent of lavender and eucalyptus permeated the air. Two women appeared at the end of the hallway walking towards them, ready to take them to their private massage rooms.

The two massage therapists nearly stopped in their tracks when they saw the pregnant teen, her belly so big and round it couldn’t be covered by any robe, her tits barely hidden under the plush fabric. Her swollen feet looked cramped in the cheap flip flops they were given and the look of strain on her face made it seem like she would give birth any moment.

“Hi!” Steph said excitedly, waving the women over. “Are you here to take us back for the massages?”

“Y-yes,” one woman said. She had her brown hair in a tight bun and a look of shock on her face. She seemed to be around Steph’s age, short and chubby but still fit. “I’m Tiffany, this is Ivanka. We will be…uh..sorry, we are taking care of you two today.”

“Who’s stuck with me?” Casey groaned.

“Don’t mind my daughter’s attitude, she's just feeling a little…strained right now and is in need of a good pampering,” Steph said.

“I will take care of you,” Ivanka said, a slight accent in her voice. Her blond hair was similarly tied up and her younger face looked more severe. “You are very pregnant! Are you sure you aren’t going to give birth soon?”

“I wish,” Casey mumbled.

“She has a few weeks left growing these five little ones,” Steph responded, glaring at her rude teenage daughter.

“Right,” Tiffany said. “Well follow us. Steph you will be in this room with me and Casey you can follow Ivanka next door.”

The four women walked down the hall, Casey bringing up the rear as she struggled to follow the skinny women in front of her. God I wish they would all get huge like me. Maybe then they’d stop staring, she thought.

Steph waved goodbye for now to Casey as they went into their separate rooms. Inside her room Casey saw an extra large massage table covered in soft blankets, the smell of incense and the sounds of light music helping calm her nerves. Ivanka set to work preparing the table, inviting the young mother to take off her robe and lay on her back.

Casey hesitated, grippin the sides of her heavy belly. She hadn’t been naked in front of anyone but her mother since the night she got pregnant with this litter. With careful steps she waddled to the bed, taking off her robe and handing it to the taller woman, before grunting as she sat heavily on the table. Ivanka helped the young mother get her legs up and eased her down onto her back. She carefully draped a towel over her large breasts and her lower half, giving her some modesty but leaving her baby belly exposed.

The constantly moving orb towered over Casey, nearly 3 feet above her. She could see her babies kicking, the weight of them making it hard for her to breathe in this position. Ivanka smiled as she grabbed the oils and began to massage the big bump. Her hands felt so soft and the warm oil soothed her stretched skin, making the young mother involuntarily moan from the pleasure of it.

“Try and relax, mama,” Ivanka said, moving her hands all around the cramped orb. “These are some big babies in here! No wonder you’re so tired all the time. Let’s get your muscles nice and loose.”

Casey closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of her bump being so thoroughly touched and pressed on. She felt Ivanka’s hands move down to her hips and thighs, massage her swollen ankles and feet. She came back up to her shoulders and chest, massaging her breasts and making her leak little milk droplets. She hadn’t realized how sore her breasts were until she felt the slight relief from the building pressure.

“Alright, let's turn you on your side,” Ivanka whispered. With a lot of effort they got Casey turned over, her belly hanging off the side of the table and her ass barely on the other end.

“Oof, babies please calm down,” Casey whimpered. Ivanka rubbed her bump again, soothing the infants within.

“Let me know if it's too much pressure,” Ivanka continued as she orbited the fecund teen and started massaging her back. “You are very tight back here.”

There was no denying Casey was in absolute heaven. She moaned and whimpered throughout the whole massage, her body finally relaxing after eight months of stress eating and growing five big babies. She rubbed her belly as Ivanka rubbed her back, feeling how absolutely huge she was, seeing how far her belly stretched from her once thin torso. Tears began to form as she realized just how close she was to giving birth to these five.

“Oh, Miss Casey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Ivanka asked.

Casey shook her head. “No, sorry I’m just really…overwhelmed I guess. Look how huge I am! And I have to give birth to all of them?!”

Ivanka smiled and rubbed her belly again, her touch softer as she scratched where Casey hadn’t been able to reach in months. “I think you are very beautiful. You are creating life!”

Casey wiped her eyes. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course! Look at you glowing with all these babies inside you. I hope to have so many some day.”

Casey felt the woman run a hand under where her belly was laying on the table, pushing her up onto her back again. Casey groaned as all the weight came back onto her chest and lap. Ivanka kept her hands on her bump as she walked around to Casey’s feet, disappearing behind the pale mountain. The soft hands ran down her thighs, pulling her legs wide and exposing her throbbing pussy.

“What’re you doing?” Casey whimpered.

“Do you want to feel even better?” Ivanka asked as she scratched her nails up and down Casey’s inner thigh. “Back in my country, women like you are treated like royalty. The ultimate mothers are able to produce many many babies at once. I cannot wait to have my own babies like you. Hmm I know what you really need.”

Casey felt a shudder run down her spine. She hated to admit it but this pregnancy made her so hormonal she was instantly wet at the touch of the massage therapist. “Is-is-is this allowed?” she stuttered. She felt her knees bend as she bucked her hips the best she could.

“Hmm only for our most special of clients. We are here to make you feel relaxed after all. What better way than to give you some release.”

Ivanka pulled Casey further down until her legs were hanging off the bed. She watched as the lithe woman disappeared behind her belly mountain, feeling her hands spread her wider as her tongue lapped at her sensitive folds.

“Oh fu-fuck!” Casey cried. Her clit was on fire! The woman knew how to treat this big pregnant woman right and Casey gave in, letting her lick, bite, and eat her out until she came hard, arching her back with her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

After she came she slumped on the table, limbs limp and belly heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Ivanka wiped off her mouth and smiled, patting the moving orb of her belly.

“You are going to be a great mother,” Ivanka reassured her. “Now let's get you seated again for the facial.”

The rest of the treatment went on as normal with Casey getting a facial and a hair/head massage. Ivanka helped her up and back into her robe before leading her to the sauna.

“Enjoy the rest of your stay here,” Ivanka said with a wink. Casey blushed and entered the sauna and joined her mother.

It was easy to see where Casey got her curves and good looks. She was the spitting image of her mother, though just a few inches shorter. Steph was always curvy but after having Casey her hips had widened and her breasts stayed perky if not larger than average. She looked up as she saw her daughter waddle in and sit on a wood bench, taking off her robe and leaning back, still recovering from her massages. A sheen of sweat soon appeared all over Casey as the steam enveloped them.

“Feeling better?” Steph asked.

Casey rubbed her belly in wide circles, her cheeks growing red as she thought about Ivanka’s tongue in her. “Mm hm. The massage was really good.”

Steph smiled and adjusted her towel. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. After the sauna we’ll go lounge in the pools for a while.”

Casey nodded, feeling her stomach rumbling. It had been awhile since breakfast and the quints were getting hungry again. Steph could hear her daughter’s stomach and placed a hand on the ball of flesh.

“They’ll have snacks over there too. I made sure of it.”

Steph grabbed their robes, covering Casey’s exposed chest and helping her to her feet. They left the sauna and went to the pool room where a large heated pool waited for them to float in. With the help of her mom and an attendant Casey walked carefully down the steps and into the warm water. Instantly her back felt a million times better, the weight of her pregnancy floating away.

“Oh my god this feels amazing,” Casey moaned, her hands still on her bump. She could see her babies kicking under the water. “We need a pool at home.”

Steph laughed as she disrobed and joined her daughter, the two women naked in the warm water. Attendants came through with trays of fruits and pastries, setting them on the edge of the pool for the young mother to eat. Casey quickly grabbed a few pastries and scarfed them down.

“I’m glad you’re having a good time,” Steph said. “I wanted you to feel pampered and refreshed for your next surprise.”

Casey swallowed. “Surprise?”

Steph smiled big. “You know Carol who I work with? She has a son who’s about your age–”

“Moooom! I don’t need anymore boy troubles! Look what happened last time” Casey held up her bump to emphasize her point.

“I’m not saying he’s going to be your boyfriend. You just seemed lonely lately and I wanted to help you find some new friends. His name is Steve and he’s about a year older than you. He goes to college in town, he builds computers and robots, and you guys like the same music. I thought it was worth a shot.”

Casey grumbled, still eating on the fruit and pastries. “What if he sees me and is disgusted? I’m a fat cow! Who would want to be friends with an 18 year old about to have five babies?”

Steph could see the tears in her daughter's eyes. She swam over and held her daughter close to her naked bosom.

“Oh sweetie I promise he’s excited to meet you. I talked with Carol yesterday and she said he couldn’t wait to come meet you.” Casey sniffled a little. “And if he’s awful to you I’ll slap him for you. Okay?”

Casey nodded. She had to admit, having a friend would be nice. “Okay. I’ll meet him. But I don’t want him to be staring at my belly the whole time.”

“I know honey but it’s hard not to.” Steph chuckled, patting the belly full of her grandbabies.

“When am I meeting him?”

“Tonight for dinner. We’re going to go to your favorite Italian place!” Steph jumped up and down excitedly.

Casey sighed. She loved her mom but sometimes it felt more like she was her friend than her parent. She was admittedly excited to meet this mysterious man but her nerves were growing. She turned back to her food, eating the rest of it quickly but wanting something more substantial.

“Mom, can we get some burgers on the way home?”

An hour and many drive thrus later, Casey and Steph walked into the hair salon to continue her day of pampering. She barely fit in the hairdresser’s chair, her bump squished between her fat thighs. The stylist draped the cape over her but her bump was still visible beneath it.

Casey opted for something simple but cute, the stylist giving her long brown hair a trim before curling it and making her look like a new woman. Next were her nails, a mani/pedi and a bit of makeup to cap off the day of pampering. They headed back home so Casey could get changed and rest before the dinner.

Steph sat her daughter on the couch and left the room, coming back with a dress in a bag. She stood in front of her daughter and unzipped it, showing her a beautiful dark purple floor length dress. It of course looked huge but Casey knew it would barely fit her giant belly and tits.

“Do you like it?” Steph asked. “It’s got plenty of stretch to it, don’t worry.”

“I do. Thank you, mom. For everything today. It really has made me feel better.”

Steph smiled, tears in her eyes. “Of course, honey. I’d do anything for you.” She leaned down and hugged her daughter tightly. “Now let’s get you dressed. I got you matching flip flops so you don’t have to worry about walking in fancy shoes.”

It took a while to squeeze the pregnant girl into it but when she looked in the mirror Casey had to admit she looked pretty. The dress perfectly fit her swollen breasts and hugged her belly in all the right places, making her look big but not disgustingly huge. It went down to her knees instead of the floor (her belly really hogged a lot of the fabric) but it was comfortable and flowy and it covered her belly more than anything else she had worn recently.

“I’m nervous,” Casey said as she looked in the mirror.

“You look amazing! He’s going to love you. Just be yourself.”

Casey sighed deeply and held her belly in her hands, feeling her big babies moving but somehow not hating it as much as she did this morning. Her heart was pounding and her stomach felt full of butterflies but she had to admit she was excited at the prospect of a potential new friend. Hell, maybe he’d even want to stick around when she had all these kids.

With a deep breath and another hug from Steph, the two of them got into the car and headed to the Italian restaurant.

[otter-pup]

you’re in the zero-G chamber, floating, desperate, so bloated with babies that you can barely rub your own thickening thighs together, let alone touch yourself.

lucky you, i’m programmed to care for your every biological need.

i’m essentially a disembodied voice, occasionally a circle of lights on an interface, but throughout the ship i have a series of articulated, extendible robotic arms folding out from the walls, allowing me to interact with more than simply the ship’s systems i have direct control over.

four of these arms within your sight extend from the walls of the chamber, pressing oh-so-gently against your belly and back, stabilizing you in space. you hear a whirring below you— a fifth arm, out of sight due to your impressive circumference, carrying a tool of some kind. you wonder if i had something in the ship’s inventory with this exact situation in mind, or if i’m clever enough to improvise.

i slowly slide it into you, my sensors tracking every slight variation in your breathing, your heart rate, your muscle tension, calculating exactly what angle and rhythm has the greatest impact, sends the strongest shivers through your weightless, massive form.

- 🦑

"oh, god, fuck--"

the gentle touch was almost too much. the stretched skin of my belly is just so sensitive, ive barely been able to handle others touching it for weeks now, and now im whimpering as your mechanic arms hold me in place. before i even hear the fifth arm whirring, before i feel the tool it carries pressing against my bare cunt.

i think i cum a little the second it presses against me, crying out with mindless pleasure, doing all i can to jerk against it even in zero-G, even with your other arms holding me still. you don't stop, shifting, adjusting, other arms whirring as each thrust feels better and better, overwhelming all other senses, all i can feel - except for the babies inside me.

even being fucked out of my mind, i still can't ignore my belly, my womb stuffed so, so full. i look full term with twins. im barely three months in, if even.

im babbling as i cum, again. "fffuckfuckfuck yes, yes please please fuck me fuck my pregnant cunt-- fuck me-- fuck i love being so pregnant, please i need to cum again, please--"

[realdramalove69]

A Mother’s Love pt 1

(all characters are over 18)

*Riiiip*

The sound she had dreaded most had finally echoed throughout her bedroom.

“Fuck!” Casey cried.

Casey could feel the tears forming as she felt and heard her last pair of bike shorts finally give out. She had just managed to get them over her thick thighs and dimpled ass, the waistband not reaching any further up her stomach no matter how hard to pulled. But the moment she shifted her weight to try and walk, they tore at the seams. Her fat rolls spilled from the shorts, finally unrestricted and able to jiggle freely. The babies inside her womb began to kick as they felt their mother’s emotions well up. Casey moaned and rubbed the expansive flesh, trying desperately to make them stop.

Casey’s mother, Steph, heard her daughter cry out and hurried to see what the matter was. She opened the bedroom door and saw her fat, pregnant, crying daughter standing in front of her full length mirror. Her sore breasts were spilling from the too small maternity bra and her underwear was digging painfully into her waist. Her stomach was heaving from her crying and the thing looked gigantic held in her small hands.

It was all her belly’s fault, though. The five babies inside of her kicked aggressively, not caring that their mother was in distress.

“Oh, honey,” Steph cooed. “I told you we needed to go shopping sooner than later.”

“I’m so fat!” Casey continued. She picked up her pregnant gut to emphasize all the extra weight she had put on during these last eight months. “Every part of me jiggles and is sore and these babies won't stop kicking no matter what I do!”

“That’s good! It means you’re growing your babies nice and big and healthy. I can go to the mall later and get you bigger clothes–”

“I don’t want to get bigger!”

Steph sighed and hugged her crying daughter. She had to remind herself that Casey was still young and being so hormonal and sore was bound to cause tantrums. Yet, she couldn’t help but smile at Casey’s current predicament. Steph had always wanted more babies in the house, loving taking care of and raising her own child had been a great reward, but being a single mom all these years didn’t leave much time for dating and so she wasn’t able to have any more of her own kids. So when her daughter came to her in tears carrying a positive pregnancy test eight months ago Steph promised to be there for her and her baby (not knowing at the time just what they were getting into).

“Why don’t you go downstairs and rest on the couch and I’ll bring you some breakfast. Sound good?” Steph said, petting her daughter's tangled brown hair.

Casey nodded, her mom pinching her round cheeks before heading back down the stairs to the kitchen. Once alone, she wiped the tears from her face and pressed her hands into her lower back, watching in the mirror as her belly moved from her five babies kicking. She arched her back further, her swollen belly button pushed closer to the mirror as she turned to view her entire body.

“God there's so many of you,” Casey moaned. Her stomach growled in response. “At least it's the weekend.”

Grabbing a 5X shirt and her phone, Casey headed down the stairs, her gait wide and her steps slow and painful. Going downstairs was becoming harder and harder and Casey wondered if she would be relegated to the couch before the end of this pregnancy. The shirt itself may have looked like a tent, but once on the pregnant woman it barely went down to her outie belly button. She gave up on pants, she wasn’t going to leave the house today and her mom would go get her some new clothes later.

Panting and sweating, Casey came down the last step, her belly and breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Heavily, she waddled towards the couch, the spot she regularly occupied indented into the soft cushion. She pressed her hands harder into her back as she struggled to walk the short distance. Sitting down was almost as hard but gravity helped her flop unceremoniously onto the couch, her belly jiggling as the babies kicked harder. Finally able to rest, Casey leaned back and let her belly overtake her lap, stretching past her knees and resting heavily on her thighs.

The coffee table was already covered in sweet pastries, orange juice, cereal and whole fat milk, bacon, and scrambled eggs. The smells made her babies kick even harder as she tried to reach for any bit of the food. Her belly was ironically the thing preventing her from leaning forward at all.

“Moooom!” Casey cried.

Steph came back into the room, carrying a stack of pancakes soaked in butter and syrup. Chuckling at her daughter’s predicament, she sat the plate on her daughter's stomach and watched her start eating.

“Here you are dear, eat up.”

Casey didn’t need to be told twice as she cut into the sugar soaked pancakes and shoveled the food into her mouth. By the time the stack was gone, her mother had another plate of fatty breakfast foods waiting for her.

It was important to her that her daughter eat as much as possible to grow these five babies. When the doctor told them how many were inside her womb, Steph felt her motherly instincts increase with every added inch to Casey’s waistline. She wasn’t just caring for her daughter, she was caring for her daughter and her five grandbabies.

Casey was less excited by the idea of raising these kids. She wasn’t in a relationship, not anymore, and she hadn’t even graduated high school yet. Graduation was still a couple of weeks away and she desperately wanted to walk across that stage and prove everyone in school they were wrong about her being a dumb slut. Her due date wasn’t until July and in spite of everyone saying she would go into labor early, her overgrown brood wasn’t showing any sign of exiting soon.

In record time the breakfast buffet was gone and Casey was left moaning and rubbing her even larger stomach. Stretch marks covered the tight expanse, new ones appearing almost daily as the babies and food added more inches to her waistline. Steph saw her daughter trying to reach the far end of her belly and decided to grab the lotion and help soothe the kicking.

“They’re getting so strong!” Steph beamed. “You’re doing so good, honey.”

“I can’t get much bigger,” Casey whined. “I’m gonna explode if they keep making me eat so much.”

“Nonsense. The babies need to grow big and strong so they have the best start in life.”

Steph scratched the red marks on her daughter’s belly. She was very proud of her for growing these babies big and strong a while still going to school. Steph had told her she was welcome to take a break and finish later, but her daughter was stubborn and determined to prove she could handle it all.

“Now rest up,” Steph continued. “I have to go get you new clothes and I need to restock the kitchen for the week.”

Casey grunted in response, her eyes closed as she continued to rub her groaning gut. Steph put on Casey’s favorite show, left a few bags of chips and cookies in arm’s reach, and left the gravid teen alone.

In spite of how uncomfortable she was, Casey managed to fall back asleep. A few hours passed and when she awoke her mom was still gone. She grunted as she tried to shift her stiff hips, her legs tingling from having so much weight pressing on them from so long.

“Guh, you guys are so annoying!” She complained.

She shoved her hands under her stomach and lifted the dome off her lap, shuffling herself towards the edge of the couch. The babies within began kicking harder as she shifted back and forth before standing up on her trembling feet. She leaned forward, her stomach hanging heavily between her legs as she spread them wider trying to find her center of gravity.

“Ugh!” She cried, pushing her hands into her back and bringing herself upright. “I just want to use the bathroom, why do you guys have to make it so hard?”

Slowly, the pregnant teen waddled towards the bathroom. She leaned heavily on the hallway wall, her waddle even wider as she felt her babies shift in her belly. Every inch of her ached: her hips from being so wide, her breasts from swelling with milk, her belly from stretching so tight with these five big babies. Why did she have to sleep with the linebacker?

Finally she reached the bathroom. She sat heavily on the toilet, her belly once again filling her lap. She was breathing heavily, her lungs on fire and her body covered in sweat. When she finished she pressed on the counter to try and heave herself back up onto her feet but she was too tired and could only sit on the toilet and wait for her mom to get back home.

Casey wanted to cry. In spite of putting on a brave face she was scared and tired and oh so sore. Every inch of her wanted these babies out of her belly but she knew they were going to be stuck in there for at least four more weeks. If she had a boyfriend maybe she would feel better about the whole situation. Sure, she was happy her mom was so eager to have grandchildren but Casey didn’t know if she would be a good mom.

After ten minutes of waiting Casey tried to stand up again but her legs had fallen asleep. She heard the front door open and sighed in relief.

“Casey? Honey?” Steph called out.

“Mom! I’m in the bathroom. Can you help me?”

Steph hurried to her daughter and opened the bathroom door. She saw her there, slumped on the toilet, unable to stand on her own. Steph lifted her and set her belly on the counter to give her daughter some much needed relief.

“Are you okay?” Steph asked.

“Yeah. I was just so tired I couldn’t get back up.”

“Oh poor pregnant girl. You’re growing these babies so big your body needs more fuel to keep it going.”

Steph helped her back to the couch and handed her some snacks. Casey grabbed them and began to eat, not realizing how hungry she was.

“Here,” Steph handed Casey the bags of new clothes and a breast pump. “Look through these while I make us some lunch. Let me know if you need help with the pump. Now that you’re starting to get closer to your due date we need to start getting your milk to come in.”

Casey groaned at the idea of having her breasts constantly being sucked on. Her tits had already grown from perky double DDs to monstrous G cups with fat brown nipples. She had heard breastfeeding would make them even bigger and wasn’t looking forward to it.

The pump itself looked simple. Casey read the instruction and lifted her shirt over her boobs. They hung heavily on either side of her stomach, still jiggly and soft but growing firmer. She attached a pump on either one and started the machine. A soft sucking sensation made her moan involuntarily as her nipples were stimulated for the first time since she got pregnant.

“Oh, wow..” she whispered as the pumps did their magic. No milk was coming out yet but it felt amazing all the same.

“Oh good, you got it situated,” Steph came back into the living room with a plate of sandwiches and a family size bag of chips. She set the plate on her daughter’s belly and watched as she devoured them.

Steph did wish Casey had a man in her life to take care of her, but she knew her daughter would find the right one soon. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and obviously very fertile. Maybe she could help her find someone? Her friend Carol’s son was about her age and they both liked the same kind of music.

While Casey finished up her lunch and went back to snacking and watching TV Steph went into the next room and gave Carol a call.

“Hey, Carol? It’s Steph.”

“Oh! Hi Steph. How are things?”

“Good! I had a kind of weird question.”

“Yeah? What's up?”

“You know my daughter, Casey, how she is pregnant with quints?”

“Oh yes, what a strong girl to carry that many at such a young age.”

“I know, I’m proud of her. But I worry she might be getting a little…lonely? She doesn’t have many friends at school anymore and no one has asked her to prom yet and I was wondering if maybe your son would want to? I know that's a weird ask but I’m just trying to make sure she has a good senior year before she has five little ones to take care of.”

There was a pause on the other line. Steph worried she had made a big mistake.

“Let me ask Steve and get back to you.”

“Oh thank you Carol! And of course if he doesn’t want to I totally understand.”

“I know but I have a feeling the two of them would actually get along well. He’ll be home in an hour and I’ll ring you after.”

“Thank you so much. Bye bye.”

Steph smiled and looked back at Casey. She looked miserable, her big belly covered in itchy stretch marks, her hair tangled, her eyes drooping. A spa day would be in order before she met Steve. If she met Steve.

“How would you like a trip to the spa tomorrow?” Steph asked as she sat next to Casey.

“A spa day? Would they even touch me?”

“Oh honey, they’ll give you a facial and a massage and we’ll sit in a warm hot tub and make your muscles feel a little less sore. How does that sound?”

Casey nodded. It sounded amazing. She was nervous about anyone seeing her naked but she supposed this was better than feeling like shit all the time.

“Great, I’ll set up the appointments. Get some rest.”

Casey leaned back into the couch and closed her eyes again.

Across town, Steve walked through his front door and greeted his mom. He went to head up stairs but Carol stopped him.

“Can I talk to you real fast?” she said.

“Sure?” Steve was nervous. Was something wrong?

They sat at the dining room table and Carol brought up instagram, going to Steph’s page and scrolling down.

“Do you remember my co-worker, Steph? I think you met at the christmas party last year?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Steve did remember Steph. She was by far the hottest woman he had ever laid eyes on.

“Well, her daughter, Casey, she’s…how do I put this. She’s going through a rough time right now at her school. She’s a senior like you but she doesn’t really have any friends because of…well this–” Carol showed Steve a photo of the most pregnant woman he’d ever seen. His eyes went wide and he felt his erection growing. “She’s pregnant with quints. I know I know it sounds insane but Steph was wondering if you would maybe try and be friends with her? Even take her to prom?”

Steve stared back at his mom and gulped. “Uh, yeah yeah I can maybe go over and meet her and stuff.”

“Oh you are such a good kid. I’m not asking you to marry the girl, she’s got five babies on the way for christ's sake, but just be nice to her and treat her normal, ok?”

Steve nodded and went up to his room. Carol had to call Steph back with the good news.

Once in his room he locked the door and opened his phone, quickly finding Casey’s instagram. There weren’t a lot of pictures of her on there, but her mom had documented Casey’s pregnancy on her own instagram. Five babies! God she was the hottest woman he had ever seen and his mom wanted him to go and just be her friend?

This would be a challenge he would gladly face.

[doing-swell]

thoughts on hpreg! what’s your fav things about it, fav size, limits? also, thoughts on immobility/stuckage?

I love the waddling and the out of breathlessness the most. The inability to move or get up from sitting. Or if they’re laying on the bed the belly just resting and needing help to move. I don’t like hyper hyper hyper preggo- I would say quads are my limits to what I enjoy. I still think a twin belly is my fave 🥵 I’m not sure about stuckage (forgive me for not knowing all the terms as a baby blogger 🙈)

[breedingboy-jay]

Wasn't really into hyperpregnancy but I'm slowly being converted. God damn it.

[otter-pup]

gonna take a nap, would sure be a shame if I woke up to being suddenly, massively pregnant with a very active litter of babies that may or may not be human

[realdramalove69]

Part 3 of Back to Back to Back Pregnancy

Anna may have only been five months into her sixth pregnancy but she looked and felt months overdue. Every step was slow and concentrated, her focus on keeping herself upright and steady as she carried her babies to their high chairs and bassinets for their morning bottles. Two babies were already latched to her, her breasts constantly leaking as her children cried for their breakfast.

Around her, many more toddlers and children bounced and ran around, constantly running in Anna’s blind spots, her belly concealing most of her field of vision. She grunted as she sat heavily on the couch, her belly needing to be set on an ottoman so she could find some form of comfort and relief. As the babies finished eating, one of the new nannys Dave hired quickly placed another where their sibling had been.

True to his word, Dave hired four nanny’s to help Anna care for their exponentially growing family. In spite of the extra help, Anna was still determined to stay in her feet and care for her kids. Whether she was trying to prove a point to herself or Dave she wasn’t yet sure, but the idea of being confined to her bed made her anxious. She knew it was bound to happen (she was already struggling to move from kitchen to living room), but having control over some of her life was important to her. She didn’t want to become a baby factory, despite the fact she had already pumped out 51 kids in less than six years.

The brood within her kicked roughly as she felt a couple of her five year olds slap the front of her stretched belly.

“Boys,” Anna grunted. “Boys please don’t you’re making your brothers and sisters unhappy.”

“But mama,” one of the boys replied. “Your belly sounds like a drum.” He slapped it again as a nanny came and corralled them away to the dining room for breakfast before school.

Dave took his time coming down the stairs from getting ready, the screams and cries of his many children making him smile. When he reached the first floor he stood in the doorway of the living room and stared at his fecund wife. She sat there, overflowing from the couch, her thighs as thick as tree trunks and her arms flabby from excess food she was eating. Her eyes were closed as the babies continued to suck on her milk filled breasts. They looked like soft pillows but Dave knew they were firm and sore.

But nothing compared to her belly. It stretched five feet from her torso, her belly button flush with her tight and stretch marked skin. Dave could see from here his many babies moving inside of her, their feet and hands pressing, as though they were trying to escape the confines of her cramped womb.

Anna moaned in discomfort. Breastfeeding always made the babies in her belly more active and with 13 babies needing to be fed the litter in her womb were constantly moving. Dave walked over and massaged her belly, his hands pressing on the large babies within her.

“Dave please,” Anna huffed. “There’s so little room in there.”

In spite of her pleas her stomach betrayed her as it growled with hunger.

“Sounds like someone’s not full enough yet,” Dave replied, an evil smile on his face. “Tanya?”

One of the nanny’s, a young blond woman in her 20s, came into the living room.

“Yes, Mr. Stevens?” Tanya replied.

“Bring my wife her breakfast. And she’s not to move until she finishes. We need to make sure she feeds these growing babies.”

“Of course, Mr. Stevens.” Tanya went back into the kitchen and a moment later came back with a cart filled with food. Pancakes, French toast, waffles, bacon, sausage, eggs, toast with butter, a whole gallon of milk and a pitcher of orange juice, plus a tray of pastries and fruit.

Anna rubbed her growling stomach, the feeling of being overfull quickly being replaced by a ravenous hunger. Her babies responded in kind, kicking her aggressively until the first plate was placed on her chest and she gave in to her cravings.

“Eat up, babe,” Dave said as he rubbed her belly. “I have to get to a meeting but I’ll be home before dinner tonight.”

“Mhm,” Anna grunted, too focused on her meal and nursing her babies to reply to her husband.

Dave loved how much the babies were taking over her brain and body, her mind was always focused on gestating even if she didn’t realize it. The formula Dave mad had worked beautifully and he had big plans for it at work.

Anna barely registered that her husband had left her once again to care for their children, but she at least had help this time. And now that her older kids were starting school it would start to get easier as well.

“Mrs. Stevens the babies are all down for the nap and the elder kids are off to school.” Tanya came back to clean up the breakfast Anna had finished in record time. “Would you like anything else?”

Anna waved her off. “No, thank you. I just need to start getting to my chores for the day.”

Tanya watched as the overly fecund woman shifted her weight forward, attempting to heave herself up onto her trembling feet. Anna reached under her gut and lifted herself off the ottoman, letting it hit the soft carpet so she could roll on her stomach and stand up.

“M-Mrs. Stevens!” Tanya stammered. “Please, let us handle things you don’t need to be on your feet in your condition!”

Anna grunted, sweat dripping down her face as she pushed her hands into her lower back and lifted her belly off the ground. She wobbled for a moment before finding her center of gravity again. She took a few steps towards the kitchen, Tanya following.

“I’m fine,” Anna grunted. “I can take care of my house.”

In spite of Tanya and the other nanny’s assurances of help, Anna insisted on doing her chores and taking care of the children. She accepted she could no longer cook or do dishes with her belly in the way, but she could still do laundry, sweep, and take care of her babies.

Slowly she would waddle around, a baby always in one arm and her other occupied with sweeping or trying to fold clothing. After an hour of trying to clean the kitchen she finally sat in a wide wooden chair, the legs of it creaking as she tried to give her feet a moment of relief.

“Ooh, please stop kicking mommy while she’s trying to work,” Anna whined. She couldn’t reach the kicking storm at the front of her belly.

Before she could get up and get back to cleaning, the nanny’s came in with the hungry babies, ready to feed again. And so Anna’s day went on, feeding and changing diapers between loads of never ending laundry and picking up after her kids.

Soon enough it was dinner time and Dave was home once again, bounding into the dining room where his gravid wife was nursing while trying to eat a plate of spaghetti. The nanny’s were fighting with the other kids, trying to get them to eat as they cried and threw food.

Dave kissed his kids on the head as he made his way to his wife, eager to share the good news.

“You’re home,” Anna said. “Can you take these two and hand me the girls.”

Dave grabbed the two oversized infants off her chest and replaced them with another pair. Anna shifted them into a comfortable position on her stomach before returning to the never ending plate of pasta on her chest.

“I have some news,” Dave said. “The higher ups at work liked the results of the new fertility treatments I’ve been working on and they gave me a grant to start human trials.”

“That’s great news!” Anna feigned interest. She hated Dave’s work, knowing how focused he was on her and her hyper fertile womb. She could tell where this was going to go and she knew she was powerless to say no.

“I want you to be in the human trials.”

Anna stopped eating, even though her babies still wanted the food. She looked up at her husband and saw the almost sadistic smile on his face.

“Dave I—“

“Think about it,” he continued, a craze look in his eye. “And we’ll talk before bed.”

He kissed her belly many times before grabbing his plate of food and sitting with his children.

Anna took her time getting the kids down for bed, dreading the conversation that was to come. Eventually she waddled down the tight hallway to her bedroom, her wife hips and belly brushing the sides of the already widened door frame.

“I’ll have to call the contractor to get the doors widened again,” Dave said as he watched his wife walked towards their bed.

He was transfixed by her as she struggled to get into the bed, having to hoist her belly onto the mattress before crawling into her seated position in her nest of pillows. Dave watched her belly rise and fall as she struggled to catch her breath, the infants pressing on her lungs.

“I love you like this.” Dave rubbed her belly. “You’re the most fertile woman in the world and I want to see you push yourself further.”

“Dave please, I don’t think I can get bigger than this.”

“I have ways to help, don’t worry. I would never let you be hurt. I love you.”

“You love this!” Anna shook her womb as she cried. “You love my womb and my belly you don’t love me.”

Dave put his arms around Anna the best he could, brushing his hands through her tangled brown hair, kissing her gently.

“Anna I love you and your womb. I love that you gave me a family and I love how much you care for our kids. You’re the most amazing woman ever and I want to help you become even more amazing.”

Anna wasn’t completely sold by Dave’s words of kindness. She looked down at her belly and thought of her many other children, the choice made for her.

“I’ll do it.”

[infinitegest]

someone who spends their entire pregnancy complaining and swearing they’ll never do this again, but after birth they feel overcome with such a crippling sense of emptiness, they last all of two weeks before they’re flat on their back, begging someone to make it stop, to fill them up again…

or, someone ditzy who doesn’t really understand or care about consequences, they just like feeling good, so of course they plan on fucking their way through on entire football team (as soon they don’t have this stupid enormous belly constantly getting in their way)

or, someone who “just can’t help it,” so they tell their bewildered friends and family, but in truth the thought of stopping has never crossed their mind. Not once have they considered protection or birth control, honestly they suspect that even the most careful sex would still somehow result in yet another heavy, growing belly. They just know they were made to make babies, so why fight it? Especially when, the bigger they grow, the harder they cum, so they’re really looking forward to what the next few months might hold for them, as the doctor stammers his way through their latest ultrasound…

in general: people who had their last period back in high school and have led very fruitful lives since then

chain preg is sooo fuckin hot to me like.

someone being either just so unable to control their horniness or so eager to keep having babies that they literally can't stop getting pregnant immediately one after the other. not even a month after birth and getting knocked up again, over and over, body growing accustomed to constantly gestating. pregnancy announcements coming weeks after births. becoming unable to recall what it feels like to not be pregnant 🥰🥰🥰🥰