#nbpreg

[sapphicbump]

Cute round boys in your area ready to pop! Click on this Link.

[wesoftupinhere]

Redesign Kai and gave them a hot boyfriend and drew their lil bab

[constantnbpreg]

truly my favorite aspects of pregnancy has to be the lost of control.

there’s just something so hot about how at a certain point, you can’t stop the changes that is going to happen to your body when growing a baby. the baby is just going to keep growing and you just have to let it happen. let your belly, once slim and flat, now so giant and round. the weight of it making your back arch and you moan…

and that’s not it either. because the way your body transforms? it doesn’t just snap back to your previous self after that baby is birthed. no. all of it stays. stretch marks stay, hips are permanently widened… sometimes it’s hard to shake off that baby weight too, a new softness to your figure that wasn’t there before the baby. while that huge belly is gone, the way your childbearing hips sway as you walk tells the whole world just how you were once bred. shows people passing by just how fertile you are

and how your body is just begging to get knocked up all over again

[birthedstars]

“The Duchy”

Birth Parlors are an extremely exclusive, and extremely underground business that have begun cropping up due to this advance in technology. There were little to no limits as to what could happen here…as long as you had the money. A patron could spend millions on customization in a single night on a single labor & birth experience or even a full package Impregnation experience. The amount of money this business made was unprecedented for such a taboo.

“The Duchy” was one of the most popular and untouchable Parlors in the business. As long as there were no bodies to bury, the doors stayed open and workers stayed employed.

Millie, A petite woman with pale skin and red hair, cries out in her room. She was a newer worker here and this was her first labor and birth. Her large belly quivers as her patron raises the intensity of the orgasm function on his remote.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" She said as she felt the pressure build in the base of her belly.

The man stroked his cock at the sight of the woman riding a dildo. "Yeah, pop for me, cmon!"

He specifically ordered to see an orgasmic labor and popping. That much Millie knew. Afterwards, a quick birth that he'd paid extra for Millie not to know about. Her entire body shook as she came and her waters burst around the thick dildo. She grasped her bump as it contracted hard.

“I-is there anything else you need sir?” Millie asked.

“Nah, part two is already starting,” the man groaned as he rubbed his cock.

Millie was about to ask what he meant, but a severe contraction took hold of her body. Her baby shot through her cervix as fast as lightning. Millie cried out and desperately hopped off the dildo, falling onto the room's couch. Instinctively, the young mother began pushing down on her unexpectedly fast coming baby.

“What did you order!” Millie shrieked as the big head forced open her tight pussy. Her whole body shook as the heavy babe spread her wide to the point she'd feel like she was going to tear.

Her pussy lips were drawn tightly around the head. The man smiled and jerked his cock as her labia strained to stay together. This is exactly what he'd paid millions for.

Kelcie, a more experienced birther next door, was groaning under the strain of labor and the need to cum.

Her body wasn't her own at this moment. It was this woman's, who rubbed her tits and throbbing clit endlessly.

“Let me give birth already,” Kelcie moaned softly. Her birth had been stalled at full crown for nearly an hour. Her affluent patron had her strapped up in a harness, legs spread and arms overhead for at least double that.

The woman caressed Kelcie's bump and tits hungrily with one hand and her fingers twisting Kelcies clit with the other.

“We still have so much time left, I want to savor you more,” the woman whispered.

Kelcie just let her head roll back and bear the brunt of the pain burning her pussy. Fluid squirted onto the ground around the big head. This wasn't the first time she had a birth stall, but god did she wish they'd turn off the pressure and pain sensitivity because it was maddening to push with no progress.

In a few rooms over, a group of white collar business men were hazing their new underling.

“We do this with all of the newbies, just gotta pump her full and enjoy the show,” one of the older guys said.

The young man stepped toward Zora, with his cock tenting through the zipper of his pants. Tense, he slowly thrusted his dick into Zora. His face scrunched as he felt her tight canal around him.

Zora trembled as the young man thrusted into her. It had to have been his first time with how hard he was trying not to cum within his first few thrusts. But it was no use, he came in huge, clearly pent up bursts of cum.

Zora had been pregnant before working at “The Duchy”, but she’d never experienced what was about to happen as the young man's seed took.

Her stomach bubbled, then began to swell. Swiftly and suddenly she felt her flat stomach rapidly grow from a pouch just below the navel to a giant round belly with a poked out belly button.

Zora's nails dug into the bed as the weight crashed onto her barely prepared body that still leaked cum. She gasped as her tits strained and leaked against her lingerie. Her legs flared out as the babe dropped into her pelvis. She groaned as her bump subtly twinged and movement fluttered beneath her palm.

Then, she felt a familiar pressure in the base of her taut stomach. Her stomach seized against her and then her waters burst onto the linen. Before she could process it, a huge head drove through her cervix.

“Too fast, too fast!” Zora shrieked.

As she cried out in pain, pushing on her rapidly grown baby, the salarymen jacked their dicks off at the sight of her. She pulled her legs back as the young man's baby quickly spread her pussy to a full crown. The burn encompassed her entire lower half.

Her back arched, poking her huge belly in the air. Zora shrieked as the huge babe popped out of her pussy in a rush of fluid. She fell into a heap on the bed, panting. The afterbirth didn't even have a chance to come out before the men started laughing and chatting again.The men then pushed another newbie forward.

In the basement, a large scale birth show was occurring. Dozens of patrons filled the seats, cheering and hollering as their entertainment spread their pussy wide for them.

Alex grasped their hands around the pole with a fully crowned head between their legs. Their low hanging belly, still full with three more babies, swayed stiffly as they bore down and sensually rotated their hips. They moaned in a showy manner despite their body dripping with sweat.

The patrons whistled as the quadruplet carrier slid up and down the pole. They pleasured themselves as fluid squirted around the shoulders and Alex moaned over the crowds clamoring. Their belly twisted and released in repetition until their first baby fell out of them, onto the cushioned floor of the stage.

The crowd shouted in celebration.

Alex's hand shot straight to their bump as one of the The Duchy employees gathered the child. The second baby was ready to make its rapid descent.

“Oh god, the second baby is comiiing!” Alex moaned into their mic. They slid down the pole and got onto their hands and knees. Their huge belly grazed the ground as they shook their ass. Soon after their waters burst for the second time in the night, making the crowd go wild.

Riley, “The Duchy"s owner watched from the box booth above the amphitheater as she rubbed her own swelling twin belly. She could hardly bear watching her beautiful workers have all of the fun. This was how she made her money and she wouldn't have it any other way.

But, she definitely needed to add some more new hands to the roster. People were becoming insatiable for new content. Time for a recruitment rally.

[tgirlbumps]

Reblog if you want to get pregnant, embarrassingly so, to the point where nothing fits easily, you’re always hungry and turned on and you need belly rubs.

Or if you like pizza, I guess…

[nightecho50]

Currently saving up to move out of a red state.

Preg progressions start at $75, $95 if colored, +$10 per additional stage

Preg sketches start at $25, $35 if colored

Sepia portrait commissions start at $20, $40 if colored and rendered

I'm also willing to do sketch pages at $50 with sepia shading for preg/birth/anything really

If you can't commission me, please reblog! Thank you

[ovenbakedoven]

not even close to being done baking in that oven

[gravidwithlore]

My artificer OC, Andrix (he/they)! He is absolutely brilliant but also incredibly horny, so he mostly uses their talents to make magical sex toys. His greatest invention is "Baby Daddy Roullette" which is a squirting dildo with several chambers and can magically fill each chamber with random sperm (or whatever fertilizing fluid a species may produce). When the squirting part is activated the chambers spin (for your pleasure!) to further randomize what the user gets knocked up with (which is the goal of this invention, Andrix wanted to get knocked up but didn't feel like actually going to find someone else to do it with, but also dreamed about truly not knowing what you're giving birth to until it's out).

They're still refining it for a potential market release, but it's been slow going since the pregnancy hormones make them even hornier than they were before. They have, however, been working on a strap version as well. He's also partnered with a conservation society to help repopulate certain monster species! They sort of just accept and look past the horny aspect of it, and help him get the offspring he birthes to the beings and homes they'd be best raised in, while also making sure he has any medical care they'd need in case of any unforseen and dangerous side effects of mysterious random creature pregnancies.

Btw the saddle thing at the bottom right is another 'invention.' It's a mechanical bull saddle with a spot to attach whatever size or kind of dildo you'd like, and also it doesn't spin as much as buck *wink wink* It's not his most complicated invention, but it's USUALLY useful for a good hard fuck to induce labor (especially paired with the thickest longest monster dildo you own), but it can't do much when you're not near due.

[preggomancer]

actually criminal how long it's been since i drew them

[wesoftupinhere]

more doodles of Kai's bf and lil bby

[constantnbpreg]

there’s something so hot about someone finding out that they can’t button or zip up their pants anymore because of their bump

like they’re trying so hard to pull the two ends of the pants together, even sucking in their tummy to try but nope! can’t get them close enough to slip the button in. they let their breath out in defeat and their little belly rolls forward to take up the space

that’s when they realize they’re only get bigger from there too hehe

[monster-bellies]

Asmodeus and his tiny tiny fox demon exwife Sabine <3 She's carrying his six kits that he up and left her with LMAO

[its-crowning]

Too Late Roommate, pt. 1

having a roommate that—at first—you think is just gaining weight. watching their belly press up against their shirt, their appetite getting almost aggressive. watching them try and fail to fit into their clothes, watching them get more and more out of breath from doing things they used to do with ease. you think they’re just gaining weight…until you catch them standing with the bathroom door open, shirt lifted up, inspecting a very round swell in the mirror. you stop in your tracks. it’s an unmistakable bulge. there’s even the beginnings of a vertical line, running right down the middle. that’s…

you can’t help it. you speak before you think it through. “are you…pregnant?”

they don’t look at you. they poke their belly, and then cup it. there’s a bit of fear in their expression. “i’m too busy right now, but i’ll terminate soon. i can’t have a baby.”

one look at their ripe belly tells you they’re far beyond the time for that.

it’s two entire months later that they waddle out of their room and ask you, wide-eyed, if you can take them to the clinic. one hand is on their back, and the other cups their protruding belly. something tells you they just felt it kick—like a good, serious kick, not flutters they can call indigestion—for the first time, just had the reality hit them.

unfortunately for them, it’s long been too late.

you take them to the clinic anyway. you don’t know why you do any of the things you do—you act stupid around them, now. it’s like you’re sharing their denial, but all because you’re intrigued. how long can they drag this out? how long before they pop?

you darkly hope it happens in your apartment.

you touch yourself, in secret, to the idea. you touch yourself to the glimpses you steal of them struggling to bend over and pick something up. of how they jump whenever the thing moves a little inside them when you’re both watching TV, and then try to play it off. of the soft crying at night you can hear through the wall.

they shock you by coming right back out of the abortion clinic and getting back in the passenger seat, head hung low.

their belly is still very pregnant, poorly hidden by their parka. their face is streaked with tears.

“so…”

“they wouldn’t let me.”

“okay.”

the rest of the drive home is in silence. the weight in the air—the shared knowledge you both have that this baby is real, and going to be born soon—hangs heavily, just like their belly lately.

you go back into the apartment, and your roommate is already out of breath. they huff and puff and sit down on the couch with a big “hooo…” kind of noise, groaning at their pregnancy. you just start making the two—or three of you, rather—some sandwiches in silence.

“i’m sorry,” their quavering voice breaks the tension at last. you eye them, but don’t speak. they can’t meet your eyes. “i know…i know this…it’s gotten out of control. but i didn’t think it was…”

“how far along did you think you were?” you ask, with a patronizing bite that slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. they wince a little, and look warily at their prominent bump. it gets really big when they sit like this, sitting high and jutting out. imposing. impending.

they’re terrified. “i don’t…l…”

“how far along are you?”

“I didn’t find out. they wanted to…give it…an ultrasound, but…i can’t…”

“do you have a plan? who’s the father?”

they don’t answer. you can tell they’re about to cry.

you should leave them alone. you hand them their sandwich, taking a bite out of your own. they take it tentatively, but then lurch a little bit. another big kick, surely. they seem to have lost their appetite, and try setting it down on the coffee table.

they struggle to reach. to sit upright at all. you have to help them.

this action seems to finally break them. they start softly weeping.

you sit down beside them on the couch, abandoning your sandwich as well.

“once it comes, you can give it up for adoption—“ you start to say.

“I didn’t know you could get pregnant on the first time,” they sob, holding their belly. “I don’t know anything. My parents…they’re going to…”

they haven’t shared much with you about their home life, but you know it was incredibly strict. perhaps religious, but they haven’t clarified. they just cry, and look down at their swollen womb. for the first time, you notice that they’re wearing their jeans completely unbuttoned and unzipped. they haven’t bought maternity jeans.

“I can’t have a baby.”

something in you snaps.

“But you will,” you say, standing up. they look up at you, teary-eyed, but don’t say anything. “You’re going to get even bigger, and you’re going to push that thing out—probably here, in our bath tub. You fucked, and now you’re going to have a baby. Soon. Stop denying it.”

There’s a heavy silence between you, until your roommate heavily picks themself up. you try to help, but they push your hand away.

“Listen, I’m sorry, but you need to make a plan—“

They waddle away, unable to control their sniffling as they begin to cry again. they carry the heft of their belly with both hands as if the baby will fall out of them otherwise. And they disappear into their room.

—

You don’t see them much after that. It’s clear they’re avoiding you. You can’t say you don’t understand. You try to put your nerves aside—this is their problem. Their burden in their belly. You’re not the one who’s pregnant, you shouldn’t worry about it.

The crying at night continues.

But in the middle of the night, maybe two or three weeks after the clinic visit, you wake up with a start. you don’t think anything of it at first, until you hear it again. the sound that woke you up. it’s a bit muffled, but it’s a low moan. Like a cow.

Dread spears through you. It’s time.

[nightecho50]

i'm so preggy brained rn

so normal about it

[sethmacfarlanedeathpose]

I'm thinking about a crew of space mercenaries being hired by scientists for an expedition to a remote planet. The mercenaries are asked to investigate a cave where an alien egg nest is believed to be. When they investigate they find that there are no eggs nor signs of aliens. When they return to the headquarters of the scientists to report that they found nothing, they all miraculously start feeling ill and bloated. During a physical with one of the mercs the scientist finds that they are actually filled with eggs, likewise with the other mercs. And now the expedition has gone from planet exploring to monitoring a group of pregnant guns for hire who are just confused and wondering if they'll be paid well for this.

Some of the eggs die in the bellies of a handful of more lucky mercs, but for the tragic few others they become huge with alien eggs. One mercenary starts to transform, slowly growing strange appendages and tentacles, but most notably is how much bigger they are to the others. Huge egg filled belly and growing four pair of breasts, swollen with milk, or some kind of nourishing substance for the young. It's become obvious to the scientists that this one merc is turning into a Queen for the aliens to grow in, they'll spend the rest of their birthing aliens.