#permapreg

[tummyglazed]

420 easter sunday's here, u know what that meeeans

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what you were born into a special and rare rabbitfolk bloodline called the easter bunnies

the firstborn child of a given family happens to be the lucky buns to be filled with eggs every year, so they have to be bred, gestate, and lay eggs in the weeks between every easter sunday

they had special cabins in the woods [mainly accessible by magic, as to deter predators] [not to say that there haven't been a few swooped up in the past—], their every need met by handmaidens. massages for their feet, sore from being so heavy with the next year's broods, making sure they eat enough to nurture their pregnant bodies, milking their puffy lactating nippies, and so on

there's a few cases in which an egg goes undiscovered for some reason, being hidden too well, unremarkable, etc., and in those cases, the egg undergoes further incubation

the egg bearing motherbunnies, pumped full of aphrodisiac to make the process as easy as possible, were laid face down, cotton tail up, with their plush, thick thighs spread apart

their poor cunts would be so sore from pushing out their broods, holes pink but slicked up as they were prepped to unbirth their ignored eggs

some would have to be strapped down as they were stretched for hours, on larger ones having gone unnoticed for years, moaning and drooling around the ever so slightly larger intrusions, hips widened over time to accommodate the new eggs along with the old

bunnies being immobilized by the weight of holding varied sizes, wombs filled beyond what was thought possible, breasts huge and constantly thick with milk

i would love be the bunny who can hold the biggest eggs ,,

[wystarianpixies]

if you were perma-preg how many months would you want to be stuck at?

ooh idk, i think 7-8 months would be perfect, nice and round but not like about to pop (because that's when baby drops and things get extra uncomfy)

i want to be cute pregnant not annoyed pregnant, haha, something like this would be nice

[permapreg-ashe]

The Holy Vessel

You pant, winded, taking a heavy seat on the warm, sunstroked stone bench to catch your breath. Your massive swollen breasts rise up, the chest of your vestments meeting your chin. Beneath them, your enormous orb of a belly rests, forcing your legs apart and straining against both the fabric of your robes, and your taut, stretchmarked skin.

You are a Vessel. A kind of cleric that banishes demons to a prison within your belly. Complete envelopment within the body of a particularly Holy individual will over time cleanse and rehabilitate the demons before they are released as benevolent spirits.

But you have a teensy little problem with that. You see, you have a pregnancy fetish. A really really big pregnancy fetish. One that lasts forever. An impure body such as yours could never cleanse a demon. Yet still your duties remain, especially in today's world near devoid of The Faith and few demon cleansing services still running. You peer over your chest to your massive pregnant mound of a belly. Heaving, quivering, with the occasional jostle from a particularly powerful demon trying to make yet another fruitless escape. 18 years with The Church, and 10 years as Holy Vessel. You thought what you were doing was righteous, that you'd be a benefit to society purifying demons. That was until your first banishing, and the awakening that came with the feeling of your stomach swelling for the first time. You excitedly took to cleansings, though over time, your stomach never shrank back down like the others. The Cardinal knew what you were, and banished you from the city Cathedral out to the frontier, the boonies. Though they did you a favor, the demons harassing small hamlets and villages out here live longer and are far bigger than the little shrimpy ones in the city. So a frontier demon slayer you became, back when people could still mistake you for a normal-sized pregnant cleric.

You rub a hand gently over the soft surface of your robes, stretched out over your belly. Even through the cloth it felt as taut as a drum, and was hot to the touch, nearly radiating into your hand on contact. It quaked, with a stern interdimensional shove from a particularly powerful trapped demon fighting against its magical confines. You patted it chidingly, forgetting for a moment that they don't feel anything from the outside. That demon made you swell quite a lot, it was an eventful night. Though since then your girth has nearly doubled, still covered ever so magically by the divine will within your endlessly stretching holy robes.

The local villagers have long since ran out of names to call you, as well as things to compare your belly to. Though originally seeing you as perverse and giving you names like "bloated harlot" "rotund charlatan" "over-bred heretic sow". But you did a good job, you put away demons, and you were even nice, and not at all edgy about it. Some would even think you were cute, when you were huge and round. Like that one Albionian shopkeep like two towns over, you remember the one, the one with the fancy glass eye.

They eventually adopted a warmer disposition, calling you things like "that enormously pregnant priestess" "the waddling demon slayer" and "hey fatty". They also started joking at your expense, which brought a smile or a chuckle to your lips now and again, but if you had to hear "Sheesh I know they say your body is a temple but yours is more like a grand cathedral!" one more Lightforsaken time you were going to use up your Smite for the day. With the jokes came the children running up to compare things to how big you are. They'd bring their kick balls, their fat chickens, their pillows, big rocks, one even brought their own pregnant mother over and just pointed, looking dumbly at his mother like he wasn't about to be smacked a'fortnight. That too ended, as the local children and curious adults ran out of things that could match up to your swelling size. Nowadays they have now begun requesting your presence at festivals as a reference for prize-winning plumkins or splashmelons.

Speaking of, as though your womb had become stressed for room and spilled its volume over into your chest, your breasts also begun to inflate massively, with each added demon stretching the laces of your brassiere further and further, swelling from a righteous and holy ✞-cup, rapidly to heathenous sizes well beyond cup measurements one would find in even the richest Goblin brothel.

As though intentionally completing your curves like your body was insistent to have the lewdest figure possible, your portly derriere swelled in tandem with your breasts and stomach, rivaling even the flanks of dire-oxen in width and weight. Truly, it's "bootylicious" -to use a Wood Orc term- breadth stretched out your robes to either side of your hips you as you rest on the stone bench of your humble abbey.

Through the steamy haze of lurid thoughts and lecherous rubbing and groping of your immensity as you reminisce, you hear a knock at the wooden door of the big stone hall. Without waiting for a response, the owner of the knock calls out;

"Hello? I was told you guys do demons here? My wife enscribed some things on her crystal ball that made our neighbor summon a demon curse on her that turned her into a wolf woman." He paused. And then unprompted he continued, "I'm kind of into it, but she is sick of having six nipples and our son Broyton is allergic. Can anyone help me?" You look at your mountain of robes in front of you, both hands on either side of your immense middle. As though audibly disagreeing, it let out a low, groaning creak, reminding you of your mortality and giving you brief visions of an exploded you with an evil cloud of demons spilling into the sky and ending the world. But holy fuck was that hot.

"I suppose I could hold... one more." You quietly lie to yourself, repeating what you told yourself last time. And the time before that.

Your wet swollen womanhood adding to the ass sweat of the hot stone seat, you slowly, heavily, methodically stand, hoisting your enormously pregnant self partway up on your long holy staff, you waddle to the entrance to meet your new client.

"You named your kid Broyton?"

End :3

[expanding-limits]

Ever since the curse your body won’t stop producing eggs. Your swollen midsection constantly bulging, swelling, your belly groaning and aching with the constant need to lay.

If you really focus and spend a whole day laboring to lay your slightly too large eggs, you can spend a few hours in public looking normal before your rapidly swelling midsection begins to give you away again.

You thought it might be nice to attend your grad school classes in person for once, but you didn’t anticipate your classroom getting locked down with an emergency.

Now your belly is swelling in front of the whole class, and soon you won’t be able to hide your condition anymore.

[hyperpregmacy]

Seems I can't reach my desk... mind helping me...?

[sidenote-on-da]

Eleanor used to be a highly regarded knight, even being promoted to captain. However, while hunting down a witch, the witch cursed her with a permanent pregnancy as a last resort to escape. Now, Eleanor is no longer a knight, and instead lives a more peaceful life while training an apprentice.

[wystarianpixies]

oh how id love to be permapreg...

[claraspregs]

Ashley RE4R pregnancy (?) brainrot kicked in and I drew this in a day.

[pudgyraven]

what are your thoughts on permapreg? would you be alright with a large, almost uncomfortable belly that'd never go away? asking for a friend btw *hides the ancient tome of fertility magic behind my back*

I absolutely love the idea of permapreg and would love nothing more than to be constantly, consistently pregnant everyday for the majority of my life without change. Ideally not too large and still able to move around comfortably. Okay, some discomfort, but still. I wanna be big enough to be noticed, lusted over and knowing that I'll be fine and can show it off. :3

[delibbbelly]

COW FARM BREEDING

You have a small farm and unfortunately don't have any bull hybrids to breed your sole cow hybrid that you could afford. You then spend time thinking on what to do, you're short on resources, animals and much more. An idea comes to your mind, although you're uncertain on doing it, you make your way to your cow hybrid, promising him a happy world if you get to breed him. The hybrid was shocked but accepted, not knowing that it would be sporting a massive belly full with multiple babies all while his tits would be getting sucked off by machines, producing amazing milk for the world to enjoy. His milk is such a success that people travel to your barn to see the cow hybrid. You sometimes even put a show as you breed the hybrid in front of them, showing them its instant growth when you unload your seed in his womb.

[Credit to original artist]

[undeadpreggo]

Hope Full of Soup

A comm YCH I bought from the wonderful @lunarpix!

Thanks for doin this! She's Mega cute

Oh yea, and Hope redesign lollllll

[b3llyp0sting-bab3]

Intro Post

Hello! Welcome to my little archive of debauchery!

You can call me Lila! I’m a 20 year old with an adoration for bellies!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Here’s some things about me:

I study Ancient History, with a focus on Greek Culture and Mythology!

I love adult cartoons, and I’m currently very much in my Rick and Morty era!

I have ASD and ADHD! So forgive me for being a lil all over the place!

I love to write, draw and roleplay! I may use this account to post some art at some point!

This is NOT a purely fetish account! I am a person!!!

I will be colour coding my fetish posts, see below to have a look at what they’ll be like!

My Kinks:

Inflation (particularly love obscure inflations)

Feederism (belly stuffing, force feeding, tube/funnel feeding)

Weight Gain (rapid, unaware)

Pregnancy (hyper, rapid, multiples)

Sci-fi and Fantasy versions of the above!

Oviposition/Eggpreg

Bugs/Parasites

Infestation Kink

Terato (big lover of tentacles 😵‍💫)

Hypnosis

Transformation

And then, for the other side of things

My Limits:

Bodily waste (vomit, piss, scat)

Miscarriage/abortion

Trauma talks in a sexual context

Raceplay

Underage

If there’s anything you’re curious about, ask me!

[wystarianpixies]

i wish that was me. stuck with a nice round bump, filling out my frame. no hints of going anywhere, no signs of growth, and no way to induce labour. stuck with an ever present baby bump, all because the man who bred me was cursed...

[tummyglazed]

manifesting chasity underwear while eggs generate inside of u over time

[pudgyraven]

I also volunteer as a test subject for the rapid pregnancies.

I think in terms of pregnancy tropes, I'm such a huge fan of curses. Pregnancies that trigger off sex, or certain activities, or just as a constant feature of the person now permapreg style.

Theres a fic called "Quiet In The Library" by Tittwhit on A03, has a girl who's magical gift is her belly constantly looks pregnant, and changes based on her water intake. And she's turned on by it so she keeps it at the max size all the time.

Just you wait for the next full moon. You'll balloon up then, trust me. ;)

But yeah it's a pretty good trope. I'm a big fan of the supernatural elements as far as kinks go, not so much into the sciency aspect of things if we get down into it. I'll need to check out that fic, though. It sounds hella interesting!

[permapreg-ashe]

me and the litter while getting this all set up!