#swellie rambles

[doing-swell]

I need to be pregnant back to back to back.

I need my tits to never stop leaking while I grow your babies over and over. I want my full breasts to leak through my shirts in public — when people see me waddling around with my wet t-shirt and round, giant protruding belly and think, “That poor girl, she’s a baby making machine. She’s gonna pop!”

[doing-swell]

Put a ring on my finger and a baby in my belly 💍

[doing-swell]

If you were given the opportunity to experience your dream pregnancy, what would it look like? How many would you like to experience carrying at once? How big of a bump, your boobs and butt would you like to have? What other aspects would fulfill your dream pregnancy?

This has been sitting in my inbox for so long because I’m simply overwhelmed with how to answer it!!

It would have to be twins. Twin girls to be exact! I have a sister close in age with me and I’ve always wanted that with my kids.

I also would be HUGE. My belly should be giant, showing really early and and everyone shocked by how big I am. I want to go out in public all the time, making sure to get the attention of everyone with my wide gait and waddle.

Think this big at only 6 months:

My tits. I need them to be even bigger than they are now, my nipples getting darker by the day. Constantly aching due to the amount of milk I’m supplying for my babies. Veiny. Leaky. Spilling out of every bra I own. So fucking sensitive, nipples hardened at a gust of wind.

And in terms of my life itself. If this is a real fantasy, I want to be filthy fucking rich. On an estate somewhere, every chore done for me and no need to do anything but grow my giant babies. Food catered to me at all times, the coziest and best sheets and lingerie, and an endless vacation of getting bigger and more swollen by the day. Mirrors everywhere on the estate so I can see my body’s transformation.

The birth? On the estate of course, with a team of the best midwives and doulas in the country. Low and comfortable lighting, and my favorite music playing with the babies’ daddy guiding me through each contraction. I do it on my rules, when the time is right, and completely natural. I want to feel both babies lower into my pelvis and I want to scream and groan and sweat while I push. I want to be bathed of and taken care of and told I’m doing such a good job pushing out these babies. So strong and so naturally feminine, tits getting pumped to increase the contraction’s intensity.

But that’s only the first pregnancy. The next time I want to do something completely different. Something less comfortable, with stirrups on a creaky hospital bed. I have my entire life to act out and experience every fantasy I’ve ever had… Isn’t that beautiful?

Is that enough of a visualization 😚✨

[doing-swell]

Two stoned fantasies ahead ✨

1. A world where surrogates are in such high demand that the price on all surrogacies raise and it becomes a more lucrative and respected career. More people are eligible to become a surrogate and it’s regarded as a heroic act by all those around them. The bigger and more babies they birth, the more money they receive and it becomes a competitive field.

2. A group home where younger unmarried pregnant women flee to in [any historical time period] or are forced to go to by their conservative and ashamed families. The conditions aren’t great and there are pregnant women walking around moaning and waddling around everywhere with shame and guilt. When one of them gives birth, they have to do it in front of everyone in the home — terrifying all the knocked up women who know they’ll meet the same fate soon.

If you’re interested in writing something around these lines lmk!! 🫶🏼👀

[doing-swell]

Yesterday I was at the beach with my girlfriend and she turned to me and said “I can’t wait until you’re pregnant and we can go to the beach and I can rub lotion into your belly” 😍😭💖✨

It’s possible folks, telling your partner about your kink truly can bring you together in ways I never thought imaginable when I was younger. I’m so lucky (and excited) to experience that one day 🥺

[doing-swell]

Random Fantasy: There’s no chance I’m pregnant right now, but I want to meet a hot cashier at a CVS or some pharmacy and continue going back for pregnancy tests.

Being embarrassed at first, showing up the second time, and giggling / blushing the third time you show up for another test just a few weeks later.

I wonder what they would think of me? Would they think of me as a fertile slut? Would they want to fuck me too?

[doing-swell]

I wonder why I’m so fucking horny and of course I’m ovulating 😊😊

[doing-swell]

may or may not be wearing a fake pregnant belly in a sundress watching tv and smoking 🍃

I loveeee needing to spread my legs wide just to sit

[doing-swell]

What would your best pregnancy be: a twin pregnancy with a hospital birth, a home birth with triplets or a water birth with quads?

Omfg

🥵 But can I have a twin at home birth?!? I would love my first birth to be a twin preg at a hospital (I would love to get an epidural my first time) but if the pain was manageable the first time and I was low risk I would absolutely love to experience a home birth 🩷 My home is my happy place and so cozy. I definitely dislike the sterile, bright transluscent lighting of a hospital and I’ve had some traumatic experiences at hospitals so they just give me BAD feelings.

Realistically I’d like an in between situation, more like a midwife experience at a birthing center (I have to do more actual research on this kind of thing if/when I’m pregnant one day)

[doing-swell]

I know I’ve previously said I don’t like feeding stuff, there’s something about being bloated with my fake belly that makes me ACTUALLY feel swollen and pregnant. And it’s really fucking turning me on.

[doing-swell]

Watching true crime documentaries today (I’ve been really deep diving into the Menendez brothers after I watched the new Netflix show) and this Laci Peterson story is SO fucked — imagine being such a scum bag that you k*ll your 8 month pregnant wife 😡😡😡 I hate this man so much 🤮🤮

[doing-swell]

In the mood for someone to get me really fucking high and knock me up (irresponsibly) 😇

[doing-swell]

Sorry for the lack of engagement recently! Please know I do see your messages and asks I just haven’t had the time to respond as of recently 💗

[doing-swell]

Okay there really needs to be more alternatives for fake pregnant bellies for girlies like me who have chubby bellies to begin with

It’s hard enough getting clothes in a size 16/18 … and all I want is to wear a giant pregnant belly that actually expands to the size of my hips and won’t rip while trying to get on/off

If only I were like an engineer or designer of some sort and I could assist with this lmfao

[doing-swell]

So the fake belly has officially ripped 😭 I’m so bummed because it wasn’t cheap.

It was fun while it lasted 🥺

[doing-swell]

some rambly birth fantasies :)

CW: Birth, painful birth

Giving birth to one baby, but shortly after feeling incredibly painful contractions once again. From your experience, the pain is way too much to just be the placenta alone. Uh oh! Yup, that's definitely another head slowly dropping - looks like you're giving birth to two babies today, start pushing!

Babies actively moving around in your giant belly during an ultrasound. you're shifting on the bed to keep yourself even remotely comfortable after your last contraction. "I just need to find out where the baby's head is at, mama," the nurse says. "They are ready to come out!!!" you scream, unable to mask the pain level you're experiencing.

Closing your legs in the hospital room because you're terrified to start pushing. If you spread your legs, then you'll know it's real. You knew it was a reality when you got pregnant - the baby has to come out somehow - but now that you're here and it's happening for real, you don't think you can do it. "Baby..." you cry to the father of your babies, "Can you spread my legs for me? I'm too scared to do it alone." As he opens your legs slowly with both hands firmly grasping each of your shaky knees, you begin to sob, waiting for the inevitable.