#it's sextuplets!

[rustedbuster]

I am NOT finishing this piece!!!! 🤣😂🤣😂🤣🤣🤣😅😅😢 I actually made this like weeks ago or sum but i kept dragging it on being like "nah imma finish this later fr..." 🧐

[alkali1]

After the baby shower

After the final guests leave, we're both exhausted and in need of some relaxation. You're overstimulated and wiped out even from just lying there, the babies' have been rowdy the whole time in response to the constant shower of hands feeling and rubbing your bump. Every guest wanted to feel them kicking, and they couldn't believe how tight and pressurized your boulder of a womb felt underneath the soft layer of fat enveloping it.

I carefully waddle you back to the bedroom, carefully arranging the pillows into a nest that will help support your immense weight. I peel your dress off you; it's completely soaked with sweat and milk. Towards the end of the baby shower, you got so full and engorged that you couldn't keep yourself from leaking right through the thin fabric, to your great embarrassment. Together we heave your colossal brood ball up and into our bed. I rest my hands on your soft hips while you softly whimper, wriggling around in the pillows to try to get comfortable. I notice your breathing is heavy and ragged, the telltale sign of a baby's head being painfully jammed up into your ribs. I carefully press down on the top of your belly, feeling the outline of the nearly toddler-sized baby, gently encouraging it to reposition so you can breathe. You murmur in relief as you feel the head slide free of your ribs, no longer feeling like you have to fight for breath. "Tell me where it hurts, baby." I whisper to you. "Pumps", you plead in reply. I set up the milking machine and suction the cups to your fat nipples. You groan with pleasure and relief as the milk starts to flow freely from your strained udders. Tears are trickling down your face from the overwhelming relief you're feeling. "My feet, please", you whisper. I move down to the end of the bed and start gently massaging them. The excess fluid from your pregnancy gets trapped in your lower extremities by the turgid weight of your womb, and being upright for even a few minutes exacerbates the swelling and aching. Your poor feet are pink and puffy, bloated unrecognizably by the immense strain of your huge pregnancy. I start gently squeezing and rubbing your flattened arches, gradually making them return to a more normal shape and color.

[fem-boy-toy]

God if there's one thing I want, its to be massively pregnant. I wish I could have an huge, distended, enormous pregnant belly🥺😫filled to the brim with a dozen babies🥵❤️leaning back to counteract its immense weight, unable to reach my popped-out belly button due to my belly's massive size💕

Waddling around while rubbing my belly and constantly huffing & puffing & groaning in discomfort, feeling so heavy & full of babies I could pop. Just absolutely overwhelmed by my own size~

These women are so luckyyyy🥺😫

[blogmatsu]

Happy birthday to the Matsuno Brothers!!! 🎊 🎉🎂🎉🎊

The official Twitter PR just posted their actual birth day photo! (Love the blue and purple color theme they went with this year).

Let's take a closer look at these newborn babes and see what makes them special!

Jyushimatsu & Todomatsu

Jyushimatsu - ... (no explanation needed)

Todomatsu - you can see the high curved up smile

Karamatsu & Ichimatsu

Karamatsu - his signature thick eyebrows and a confident grin (must be having good dreams!)

Ichimatsu - in contrast, thick eyelashes with a neutral expression, and if you notice, there's already the pattern of his disheveled hair even with baby hair

Osomatsu & Choromatsu

(honestly had me stumped for a while debating who was who but ultimately--)

Osomatsu - no outstanding feature (already looks like he's about to say some bs tho)

Choromatsu - defining clue was the missing cowlick hair. You can see the gap where those two strands would've been.

[localgardenweed]

They are taking over

[brofightiscancelled]

[flowerakatsuka]

couldn't get that lobotomy after work so i just drew some very self-indulgent kurokara to cope instead.

[nerdymatsu]

Reposting my magnum opus here

[moeatsushi]

[puppiiiowo]

Happy bday!

[latenight-ramen]

Hbd to the worst brothers in anime history

[alkali1]

You stretch out your arms and I heave you up from the bed. You moan in discomfort as the weight of your six big babies settles into your overtaxed pelvis. With me supporting your overbred body you're able to slowly, painstakingly waddle out to the car. I've prepared by moving the passenger seat all the way back and reclining it to give your belly room, but neither of us are sure if you'll fit. With one last heave you squeeze through the door, your grotesquely swollen belly and fat birthing hips squishing against the door frame.

You're panting with exhaustion, sweat dripping down into your overspilling cleavage, but you made it. With the seat leaned back the weight of your massive bump and breasts is overwhelming you. Your belly is pressed up against the dashboard and your P-cup tits are burying your chin, nearly smothering you. Thankfully the doctor's office is close, because it's taking way too much effort just to breathe.

I waddle you into the building for the appointment, and everyone around can't help but stare at the spectacle of your obscenely overbred body. You're used to the murmurs and shocked stares by now, every time you've gone out in public since the middle of your second trimester. We get to the appointment room and you lie down on the ultrasound table, which you're nearly too big for.

The doctor comes in and does her examinations. Everything looks great and the babies seem healthy, if extremely large for their gestational age and the fact that they're high-order multiples. The ultrasound takes a long time with six babies to look at, and I notice that you're starting to get extremely uncomfortable. Lying on your side for so long is making your hips sore, and the tight clothes you're wearing are starting to hurt you. I hold your hand through the rest of the ultrasound, gently whispering that I love you, and that you're doing such a good job and being so strong for our babies.

The doctor asks if she can examine your breasts. You hesitantly agree and start pulling them out of your dress. They're so heavy and soft that it's a struggle for you to maneuver them, but you eventually manage to free both overdeveloped melons from their tight prison.

The doctor gently palpates your breast, examining the glandular tissue. I can hear your breathing become sharp and irregular, and I know that the sensations are turning you on, making your pussy start to get wet. Your nipples perk up then start leaking; just a few drops at first, but before long, your overproducing udders are spraying everywhere, soaking the doctor's white coat. "Sorry!" You apologize, blushing deeply, but she just laughs and says it's nothing she hasn't seen before. "You have a remarkable amount of glandular tissue. How much are you producing per day?"

"Over a gallon..." you say, embarrassed. "That is quite a lot" says the doctor, "but at least you'll have enough for the babies when they come. Just make sure you're pumping regularly. If you get too engorged you could develop mastitis." Little does she know that I'm sucking you dry every few hours, in addition to the gallons we've stored in the freezer.

Finally the appointment is over. They're generous enough to provide a wheelchair to get you out to the car, but when we try to lower you into it it becomes clear that your butt isn't going to fit. Instead of risking you getting stuck, we repeat the arduous process of waddling you back out to the car. I can feel you getting weak, struggling with the pain in your loose, severely widened pelvis, and do my best to support as much of your immense weight as I can.

Your shorts finally give out, splitting clean down the middle as I'm stuffing your overbred body into the passenger seat. It's a miracle they lasted as long as they did. I rip the ruined garment off you. Even if anyone sees, your pussy is totally hidden by your fat thighs and colossal belly.

We finally get you home and back into bed. "Good job honey. I'm so proud of you", I whisper gently to you, planting a kiss on your sweaty forehead. "I need belly cuddles" you whisper back in your neediest voice. I curl up against your kicking bump and bury my head between your soft breasts. I gently rub and soothe your overstretched womb until you're sound asleep with your hand gently holding my head against your chest.

[weebsinstash]

Genuinely HOW could I make a post about the werewolf romance audio books going around on YouTube/Wehear/DreameFM without showing you exactly what some of these stories look like

The exact same story on both apps some of them with typos btw (it's just like, these apps are clearly hosted by the same person or small company, at least proofread your scripts and double check your voice takes? It goes from semi professional voice acting to constant flubs)

That being said I apparently have 11 hours of listening time on Prince Reagan and I hate this so much 😩 I really am consuming the potato chips of literature

[skeedelvee]

Happy late birthday, @bookish-bogwitch ! ❤️

Crochet Baz had a very interesting dream last night 👬🏼👬🏼👬🏼

[brofightiscancelled]

little brother / older brother

[flowerakatsuka]

extremely important note about how i draw karamatsu in my art style : he has to style his hair to look that swoopy, his actual haircut makes him look like a generic anime protagonist.