#ready to burst

[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🥺😫

[reign85-blog]

If you are a girl into pregnancy,breeding,belly stuffing or inflation or eaven rp or if you have a cute round belly message me 😋🤤😜

[burstflowers]

Burst Flowers: Elevating Vancouver Weddings with Exquisite Bouquets 

Introduction:

In the picturesque city of Vancouver, where natural beauty meets urban sophistication, weddings are celebrated with a touch of elegance and charm. Among the myriad elements that contribute to the enchantment of a wedding day, the bridal bouquet holds a special place. Burst Flowers, a flourishing floral boutique in Vancouver, has been creating waves with its exceptional wedding bouquets that not only reflect the diverse beauty of the region but also add a burst of color and emotion to every bride's special day.

Capturing Vancouver's Natural Splendor:

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Customized Creations:

Understanding that every wedding is unique, Burst Flowers offers personalized consultations to ensure that each bouquet is a reflection of the couple's style, personality, and the overall theme of the wedding. Whether it's a classic arrangement of roses and lilies or a more unconventional mix of native wildflowers, Burst Flowers brings creativity and expertise to every floral creation.

Quality and Freshness:

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Attention to Detail:

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Delivery and Presentation:

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Conclusion:

In the vibrant city of Vancouver, Burst Flowers has established itself as a go-to destination for couples seeking exquisite wedding bouquets that capture the essence of their love and the natural beauty that surrounds them. With a commitment to quality, creativity, and personalized service, Burst Flowers continues to make wedding dreams come true, one breathtaking bouquet at a time.

[fem-boy-toy]

Omf this one speaks to me so much! 😭😭😭❤️❤️

Only with multiples instead~

thinking about my oc who got pregnant with his boyfriend’s kid at 20 and his boyfriend found him sooooo hot and sexy all knocked up. just was absolutely obsessed with how he looked with a growing belly, wide hips, and fuller thighs and ass <3 and of course, my boy’s hormones were all over the place so he gave into his boyfriend’s antics every time, cause it’s not like he can get more pregnant?

cue to two months after their first baby is born and he’s looking down at a positive pregnancy test. he’s hasn’t even lost much baby weight at all and he’s already knocked up again!! he sighs and puts away his pre-pregnancy clothes back into the closet because he knows he’s not gonna be fitting into them for another year at the very earliest. and he of course is bigger faster with the second baby because your second pregnancy, you’re always bigger earlier! but not only that, this baby is just bigger in general for some reason.

his bf is just as obsessed as he was during his first pregnancy, but maybe a little worse than before because holy cow how hot it is that he got his boyfriend knocked up again so so soon after the first time, and his hips are wider and he might even get a little too big for his maternity clothes. he’s soooo heavy and feels like he’s been pregnant forever so on his 22nd birthday, overdue with their second with their first bouncing on his hip, he’s telling his bf that he’s NOT doing this again for at least a couple years.

sadly they didn’t learn their lesson and he’s six months pregnant with TWINS this time by his 23rd birthday, again vowing that he’s not having more babies but everyone around him and his bf knows that he’s way too used to being so gravid and heavy and low key loves it now that there’s no way there isn’t going to be waaaaay more babies <3

[crabsnpersimmons]

happy lunar new year! 恭喜發財!! 🧧💕✨

[rayllurn]

01x02 || 05x01 inspired by this post from @m4rs-ex3

[luna-baby01]

Luna Gets the Biggest

You're stuck in bed full-time now, and you're not even pregnant... yet. It's been a year since you gave birth to a record-shattering set of vigintuplets that caused you to be put on bed rest by your doctor only a month in and get up to 1300 lbs. just before you gave birth, completely immobilized by your staggering pregnancy, your pregnant stomach pressing so hard into the ceiling that you were worried you might break through it. You had thought that you'd get above half a ton when you got pregnant this time, but you smashed that barrier with a combination of twenty whole fetuses spurring you on to eat yourself into a massive boulder of matronly maternal flesh and having virtually no significant movement during your pregnancy, stuck in bed, pinned down by your heaving belly, a turtle stranded on her back. An enormously fat and pregnant turtle, for sure. 400 lbs. of baby and amniotic fluid came out of you that day, slightly under a third of your total body weight.

The damage had definitely been done to your body, though. Being 900 lbs. postpartum left you stranded in bed, unable to get up without assistance, probably for the rest of your life. You lost a significant chunk of that, though, "slimming" down, if you could even call it that at this point, to 800 lbs. simply because you could not maintain that weight. Though even your non-pregnancy appetite was the stuff of legend now and your metabolism had slowed down significantly from what it was before your first pregnancy, there was simply no way you could eat enough to keep yourself that heavy. It wasn't even a question of breastfeeding, that alone wouldn't've been able to put a dent in your poundage, you just simply could not eat enough to keep yourself that fat without a clutch of babies in your guts.

Since you now have forty children, your house had now become too small for your absurdly large family and you had to move to a much larger one, having the walls of your room broken down to get your fat ass out of your old one. It was much more comfortable for you, your husband, and your teeming flock to be in such a large house, your children having enough room to play both inside and out, including with you. You couldn't do much. You couldn't even get up on you own power to see them, but your kiddos went over to you and loved their how soft their big cuddly mama was, and most importantly, they loved you. Of course, your new bedroom was much larger than what you were in at your old house, able to accommodate your mass as it was... and if you got bigger.

You and your husband weren't dumb, despite how overloaded your brain gets during pregnancy. You both knew that you were going to get pregnant again, and soon. Even though you're so fat you can't walk, your husband putting another ridiculous number of babies in your belly without incident would be inevitable, and you two chose your new house with this in mind. More room in your bedroom for you to grow and more bedrooms for your ever-increasing number of children. Your house was a mansion, which thankfully your husband was able to afford. How he was able to afford what only very few people on Earth would be able to buy was anyone's guess, but you decided to keep yourself ignorant of that fact in case it was something less than savory. You had more important things to think about, like getting your guts stuffed full of food, children, and dick. The one thing you missed about your old house was the creaky floorboards, but that wasn't really your concern then since you weren't able to walk anymore, anyway.

That did not keep you from thinking about how much of a dumb, bloated, fattened breeding sow you were and were going to become soon again, your entire existence dedicated to nothing but feasting, gestating, and fucking with absolutely nothing else on your mind during your pregnancies, a goddess of fertility in human form. A veritable human termite queen. That was when you were the happiest, and you were going to be that happy again. Both you and your husband were ready for you to grow even larger than even the behemoth you have become now. You're a greedy girl, your size alone made that obvious. You wanted some babies in your guts and you wanted them NOW!

Your husband, solely devoted to you, your children, and creating more of them, was rearing to get at you just as much as you were at him, even though you were a complete whale at this point. He had to do all the work, making you quiver underneath him. He got his jollies out of this, too, your soft body a waterbed of flesh bouncing around with each of his thrusts, you two waiting for his seed to turn your belly hard once again as it swelled with a new brood. Both of you were screaming in ecstasy. though thankfully (or perhaps it was something you missed) your moans and yelps during the throes of passion didn't cause as much of a commotion like they used to, with both your room and your house so big that those screams woke neither your children nor your neighbors, of which you had so much land attached to your house that you basically had no neighbors who'd be able to hear the freight train of fucking going on and make noise complaints like last time (something I forgot to mention).

"Get me pregnant, get me fucking pregnant!" you shouted, thinking of nothing else but your husband and the absolutely gargantuan cow he was going to turn you into with this new batch of children you were so eager for him to put inside you. "Make me massive! Get me all the way to a ton! Make me break down the walls of this room! I'm nothing but a baby factory designed to swell with children, and it's all for you!" the latter an uncharacteristically unselfish statement of you to make while in the middle of the horizontal mambo. You were greedy, and you liked being greedy. Your burning desire to swell enormous with child was driving you to this, but you did it for your husband, too. "Fill me with your seed and your children! FILL ME UP! FILL ME UP!!!" you screamed, about to know pleasure like you had never experienced before. The two of you, like all those other times before, did this for at least a week, keeping yourselves quite busy, waiting for the inevitable outcome.

And that moment was realized. A month after those marathon sessions with your husband, you found out you were pregnant again, because of course you were. You simply could not keep yourself from getting pregnant and turning into an enormous breeding sow. The cravings your new brood gave you had you eat yourself up to 900 lbs. again, your voracious maternity-induced appetite showing itself on your body once more. Your doctor, who had to keep himself from screaming at you for getting pregnant again, just wanted to make sure you were healthy at this point. And of course, the moment of truth you and your husband were waiting for had come. Waiting for the announcement of just how pregnant you were going to be and how massive you were going to get drove you insane, your mind pregnant (heh) with anticipation. Your doctor struggled to get a clear reading on the ultrasound through all of the fat on your stomach, but he got it. Forty embryos had been detected. You were having quadragintuplets. That thought sent you into orbit, having a set of consecutive orgasms on cue, your eyes rolling deep back into your head. You screamed at your husband that you'd get past a ton during the first of those steamy fucks that got you in this state, but now you think you were going to surpass even that. Thank God you got that new house, eh?

At the end of the first trimester, you were the size you were when you gave birth the last time, growing exponentially with each pregnancy. You were 1300 lbs., your belly more than three times the size of your body with forty fetuses inside of it, spurring you on to grow fatter and heavier with each orgy of food your husband helped you push past your lips. Your mind was truly mush at this point, both pregnancy brain and arousal driving you mad and unable to think about anything else other than getting food in your stomach, growing your babies, and lying back with your husband inside you making you scream wildly every few hours. The two of you simply could not be stopped from going at each other, or really your husband since you were powerless to stop him, but holy Hell, did you not want to stop him.

"God, I'm getting massive for you!" you screamed during one of the steamier fucks you had then. "I do nothing but have my face, womb, and pussy stuffed! I'm gorging myself all day long and getting fatter & heavier with your babies! They're making me so hungry I just can't stop! MMMM!!!"

"Are you going to get to a ton and burst the walls of your room like you said you were?" your husband replied, wanting to drive you as mad with lust as possible.

"YES! YES! I'M GOING TO BLOW UP AND MAKE THIS ROOM EXPLODE! KEEP FEEDING ME! KEEP STUFFING ME! KEEP FATTENING ME! KEEP ME PREGNANT! KEEP DOING THIS TO ME OVER AND OVER! MY BELLY WILL NEVER BE EMPTY AGAIN! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

The two of you made a serious mess of your bed, coming down from a high that was simply indescribable. You HAD to keep doing this. You just had to.

The end of the second trimester was even better. Your stomach was now twenty feet above your head, and you still didn't come anywhere close to filling the confines of your room, making sure to make that room as large as possible to accommodate your ludicrous pregnancies. This was not normal, but you were used to things not being normal ever since you first got knocked up with decuplets and ate yourself into an elephantine food balloon. You were truly a hippo. A heifer. Fattened up at the irresistible insistence of that legion of babies kicking at you to keep on gorging. Your husband made good on his promise, keeping you filled up both with comestibles and himself. You obviously couldn't reach around to pleasure yourself anymore. You had that happen before when you got so heavily pregnant you couldn't reach around your stomach, but that became permanent since your got pregnant the third time, with you already so fat and so pregnant that that would never become a possibility for you again. You were burning with a need that only your husband could fulfill because you couldn't do so yourself, and boy did he do his best to satisfy you. Even you two were shocked at how you were able to go at it so many times in one day, let alone at all. Your husband practically never left your side except to order all of your chefs around or bring the children of yours not currently gestating within to you when you wanted to see them or they wanted to see you, marveling at the mountain of a woman your husband had turned you into, knowing that there would be twice as many of them as there are now. Your pleasure was completely at the mercy of your husband, something that actually got you turned on more than you thought it would. You needed him, and he needed you.

Time went both slow and fast for you. Slow enough for you to savor being trapped underneath a boulder of a belly and an avalanche of fat, but it was still too fast for you, knowing that it would all be over in just a few months. You wanted to be this pregnant forever, not wanting to shrink back down ever again. You just wanted to keep a gaggle of children inside of you forever, growing ever larger for all eternity, but you knew that wasn't possible. That thought kept you going during the rare instances when your husband wasn't waiting on you sexually, which you needed constantly. It's a nice fantasy, but it couldn't be made into reality. Or could it?

That thought would have to be set aside for now, though. You had finally arrived at your due date, and just like the last three times, nary a contraction had graced your uterus. Your stomach, hard as a rock even with all that fat on it, surged thirty feet above your head. You were truly nothing but a machine designed for glutting on fattening food and making babies. A complete lack of self control when it came to food and sex got you here, and there was nothing that could be done to stop it, nor did you want to. You were in horny delirium at all waking hours, your babies growing fat in your womb making you wonder how much more food you could stuff into yourself, the hormones they controlled making you salivate at the thought of wiping an all-you-can-eat buffet bare, a one-woman swarm of locusts. And this was all your husband's doing, your mind being manipulated to this extent to crave both food and sex at all hours of the day, and all because he stuck his dick inside you & fertilized you with his seed. Forget about a human termite queen, you were way past that at this point. Your gargantuan body filled with babies took up almost a third of your room now, but still you wanted to get even larger, consequences be damned! A ton came and went. You were more than 2,000 lbs. of breeding sow filled with babies making your bed groan under your weight whenever you moved slightly or even whenever one of your children kicked inside of you. The loss of not hearing the floorboards creek underneath your girth whenever you waddled around more pregnant than ever was more than made up for by this. And it was only going to get better.

The time for your customary induction two weeks after your due date had arrived, and you were somehow even more massive than before. You grew more quickly in that time than you ever had before, your belly rounding out to a total of thirty-three feet thrusting above your head and gorging yourself up to a long ton. You were physically ready to give birth, but not mentally. Not that you weren't mentally prepared for the struggle of giving birth, that wasn't it. Unlike the last three times, you weren't mentally prepared to stop being pregnant. You didn't want to know of anything else but pregnancy, constantly growing until the end of time. You had to figure out how to make that happen, Lord knows you've already accomplished the impossible with a quadragintuplet pregnancy and reaching a weight never once held by a human being before. But right now, your body had to get those kids out of you, and you brought forty new wonderful lives into the world.

Lying there, exhausted from the ordeal of childbirth and just there no being not exhausted from being so fat, you were already thinking about how you were going to get knocked up again, and this time permanently.

Fin

I have reached my ultimate form as a 1 ton baby factory🥵🥵🥵

[elkkiel]

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[bogdreamz]

old tervo sketches i never posted sorry i was like feverishly pacing around all day

[satans-knitwear]

GUYYYYYYYS I MIGHT BE MEETING A LITTLE BABY PUPPY DOG TOMORROW.

[fem-boy-toy]

Hot hot hot hot!!!🥵🥵🥵🥵

Idea: unnamed college boy buys maternity overalls three sizes too big to fit his teeny tiny four month bump with a single baby. He smiles smugly at his friends as he secretly plots to stretch it to bursting by the end of the weekend with all the post-midterms clubbing (and subsequent sleeping around) he’s planning to do

his friends already rolled his eyes when he so proudly shared about his pregnancy but have no clue how big he’s determined to get.

the overalls come just in time after midterms and he’s so excited. his little bump has just started to make itself a little more known, seeing as he just grew out of most of his pre-pregnancy pants, no unable to button them up even if he sucks in his tummy. but still small enough to be easily hidden by baggy shirts and hoodies.

well, not after this weekend.

when he first tried on the overalls, he was practically swimming in the fabric. not only was it so big, but it was already designed to stretch and grow with a third trimester belly. he was barely starting his second.

his roommate and friends go visit their families for the weekend but he stays on campus and goes to town. he shows off his developing curves and seduces person after person to knock him up. oh the first baby he gets impregnated with that weekend quickly catches up with its sibling and rounds out his tummy completely and makes it stretch out his shirts but not the overalls yet. the growth was so good too, made him moan and stroke his bump happily.

chasing that pleasure, the boy gets bred more and more. each time it takes, the new baby grows to catch up with the others and makes him grow heavier and heavier just like he wanted

by the time his friends come back on sunday, he’s sitting leaned back in his bed. his huge gravid belly sitting on his lap and filling out those stretchy maternity overalls so much that the seams are pulled taunt. like one wrong move and they would burst open. the buckles barely hanging on themselves.

and as they gawk at him, he just grins so smug, so full, so happy and strokes the side of his fertile rotund belly, thinking how he’s going to need to order a few sizes up for how much his litter is going to grow

[wyrm-with-a-why]

Rain

[fem-boy-toy]

Well I did promise... 👉👈

What do you think?🫃🥺

[luna-baby01]

You're more or less confined to your room. Even if you had the strength to stand on your own two (very swollen) feet, your belly is twice the width of the doorframe; and no amount of lotion or oil or sucking in your gut will change that. You are incredibly, unbelievably pregnant. Even while upright, your belly rises above you like a mound, looming above your own head. Your legs are spread by necessity, far as they'll go, to accomodate the mass of turgid flesh attached to you (or more accurately, you are attached to it). Your long-lost navel is hanging somewhere over the ledge of your queen-sized bed. Anyone unfamiliar with you (and they would need to live under a rock, because your pregnancy has attracted international attention) walking into your bedroom might think your belly is an art installation instead of something alive, least of all a part of you. That is, until the many many babies start to move... And there's so many crammed inside your womb, there's always a few awake. Doctors cannot determine their numbers, they're so densely packed in. But you feel them all, every single squirming baby, whether they've been pushed close to the surface or reside deeper within, underneath layers of siblings. You're overflowing with life. The sheer magnitude of your belly and the limited span of your arms means that you can only play with a fraction of your brood, but you love them all equally, even those most distant from you. Unfortunately, you can feel a disturbance, a ripple through the waters of your amniotic fluid, as child pushes against child in a wave of unrest. You're well acquainted with this sensation. You need to eat. You need to provide for your children. But you're much too big to do anything about it yourself, so you reach for the little bell beside you and ring it to summon your caretakers. It's time for breakfast, and you're eating for... who knows how many!

Oh good lord🥵🥵🥵

“Your long-lost navel is hanging somewhere over the ledge of your queen-sized bed.”

“Whether they even been pushed close to the surface or reside deeper within, under layers of siblings.”

God I love those descriptions~

[nreads]

Mishka had an old ask where MC jokingly proposes to N after seeing the warehouse library. Based on that, I thought about an A-mancing detective who is also a bibliophile revealing that they had the same impulse:

MC: You know, N, I nearly asked you to marry me after seeing the warehouse library.

N, smiling: Is that so?

MC: Yes, almost dropped down on one knee and everything.

N laughs and is about to say something before they are interrupted by A

A, shoulders tense, trying to keep their voice casual: You are aware, Agent, that several books in that library are my contribution?

All eyes snap to A. A shifts in their seat, regretting saying anything.

MC, pressing their lips together to suppress a smile, their voice full of amusement anyway: Do you want me to propose to you?

A, with tight voice: Of course not.

MC, F, and M laugh, and even N has to hide a grin, and A's shoulders just keep getting more tense.

F whispers to M: They realise they aren't even in a relationship, right? And they're joking about proposing?

M : They're idiots.