boycrazedboy

[boycrazedboy]

What is it about the idea of monsterously large pregnancies, that's so appealing.

Like... having to deal with belly growth that reaches such extremes that it steals your ability to move.

Imagine constant, rapid, unyielding growth. 8 feet! 35 feet! 60 feet! Your belly getting so big, it deforms under its own massive weight, seizing to be a perfect sphere.

Big enough to fill the entire meadows the swollen flesh pressing itself into the huge ancient trees and snapping them as if they were tiny sticks, crushing them into dust under your endless mass.

Just a huge round orb of flesh, so full of indescribable creatures. expanding forever more and more.

[boycrazedboy]

Hhhhhh

Testing male fertility drugs, Sixtuplets 16weeks along 😬

[boycrazedboy]

Testing male fertility drugs, Sixtuplets 16weeks along 😬

[boycrazedboy]

you’ve been fucking me for so long by now that ive lost track of the time. I know it’s dark outside now, but that’s all ive got. that, and the growing number of rapidly gestating babies inside me.

“fuck, so good for me… such a good incubator, taking my babies so well… god, fuck, im gonna cum again, gonna knock you up again…”

I groan as you do just that, eyes rolling back in my head as I feel you spill inside me, your seed seeping into my womb and quickly finding another egg to fertilize. the babies already inside me squirm as another sibling joins them, growing to catch up, forcing them to make space.

my body rises as my belly grows beneath me. you had to move me off the bed a while ago to be able to reach my cunt comfortably, and my legs have long been left hanging in the air, supported by the curve of my lower belly. im starting to wonder if you’ll be unable to reach before you can sate your need.

im starting to wonder if you even can sate either of our needs before I get too big for it.

[boycrazedboy]

heres these

[boycrazedboy]

two heavily pregnant people trying to screw but being unable to. Your choice for everything else

Can’t say they ain’t trying

[boycrazedboy]

Something in there’s growing bigger than it should be…

[boycrazedboy]

Been thinking a lot lately about using inflation and stuffing to get a pocket boy used to swelling to obscene sizes, to get his body acclimated to that kind of stretch, just so I can knock him up with a human baby. He’d be such a perfect swollen desk toy with a normal (maybe slightly above average) human kid filling him up. And when he goes into labor? It’ll be a great show

Pronouns are she/her

A human baby would be wayyy to big for the poor little guy, his body wouldn't be able to handle it past like, the fifth month I think lol. At that point it would probably be twice as heavy as himself, and a full term baby would be like five or six times his size

[boycrazedboy]

He woke needing to pee, as he had every time he woke up for the past several months. He groaned, feeling both nausea and hunger and bloating. So. so much bloating. He took a few deep breaths, psyching himself up for the chore that was getting out of bed.

After a few breaths he used his left arm to push himself up while scooting his legs over the edge of the bed. He felt like he was using all the strength he had in his arm to do this. It would be easier if he could use two hands but there was no way for him to both push himself up and get his right hand any place near the mattress. Maybe they should install a rope to the ceiling above his bed so he could use it help pull him up in the mornings?

Now seated upright, the pressure gravity put on his belly was much heavier and his need to pee more urgent, not that it hadn’t been urgent before. He waddled as fast as he could to the toilet, both sides of his belly brushing the half sized door frame on the way in. He finished his business and the struggled to get his pants back up. It seemed everything was a struggle at this point.

His stomach grumbled loudly and he went to go see what he could eat this morning. What his body was willing to tolerate changed hourly and he had given up even trying to guess what he would be eating in advance. He let his nose guide him and soon ended up with a mixing bowl filled with cheerios, butter popcorn, peanut M&Ms and a jar of pickles on the side.

He sat down in front the TV and started eating. He had to eat slowly and take frequent breaks so as not to overload his squished stomach. It took him nearly 2 hours to eat his breakfast, after which he took a nap.

(Authors note: does moblie google docs not have a tab button?!)

He woke from his nap feeling bloated. His stomach groaned and glorped, his guts trying to digest in the small amount of space they had left between his inflated womb and his streached skin. The baby seemed to be doing a dance in his belly that was very uncomfortable. And of course, as always, he needed to pee.

Sighing to himself tried to stand up and got absolutely no place. He succeeded only in moving the top half of his torso foward a bit and pushing his feet into the carpet. His middle stayed absolutly put.

Groaning in frustration, he awkwardly moved his hands behind his bump and placed his palms flat against the couch cushions on either side of his rump. He flexed his thighs and arms, took a good deep breath and pushed for all he was worth.

It felt like trying to push a building over for all that he was able to move the boulder attached to his center. Eventually, his right hand slipped out from under him and he fell to the right. Not very far though, for the immobility of his gut kept him upright even with his upper torso hanging limply to the side.

What the fuck. There was no way he had put on so much mass in the few hours since breakfast that he couldn't lift himself. He tried lifting his stomach with his hands under it and managed to get it up a fraction of an inch before he gently lowered it back.

The momentary respite of the weight of his belly on his bladder reminded him of his urgent need to go to the bathroom once he retunded the weight of his full womb to its place. This time he lifted his belly with his arms and at the same time flext his thighs as hard as he could. Inch by inch he managed to rise slowly from the couch.

His shirt, which had fallen to his upper thighs when he put it on last night was now revealing a slit of pale belly skin bifurcated with a brown curly happy trail.

But he didn't notice that his shirt was tighter. He had bigger fish to fry. Or rather, more urgent bathrooms to go use. His feet shoulder with apart, he carried his giant belly like a mover with a box full of books. Each step forward made the liquid in his womb and bladder slosh in his over fully belly. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He wished he could cross his legs or hold his crotch to try and stall his desperate need to relive himself.

“Almost... there...” he gritted out to himself between clenched teeth. The apex of his bell preceded him into the tiny bathroom. He winced as he clumsily bumped his right flank into the door jam. He corrected by going a bit more to the left on the next step, which just shoved his left flank even more painfully into the left side of the door frame.

On his next step, he was completely and utterly stuck. Although he had managed to get his left side squished against the left side of the door, his right side was pushed just as hard into the right side of the door as it was before. He felt like a graped being squeezed between a giant thumb and forefinger. The feel was so strange. One the one hand, his big round bloated tummy was pinched painfully by the wood. On the other hand....

He relaxed his hold on the underside of his tummy and it stayed right where it was supported on either side by the wood frame. He squatted down a bit more and groaned in relief as the overwhelming pressure on his back and bladder was relived, the door frame holding the bloated orb in place regardless of what the rest of his body did.

His relief was short lived, however.

Choose your own adventure! Reblog with an ending and I'll write that ending.

1. Pee desperation

2. Goes into labor

3. More belly expansion

4. Penis sex

5. Loving patner takes care of them

6. Emoto?

[boycrazedboy]

What is it about the idea of monsterously large pregnancies, that's so appealing.

Like... having to deal with belly growth that reaches such extremes that it steals your ability to move.

Imagine constant, rapid, unyielding growth. 8 feet! 35 feet! 60 feet! Your belly getting so big, it deforms under its own massive weight, seizing to be a perfect sphere.

Big enough to fill the entire meadows the swollen flesh pressing itself into the huge ancient trees and snapping them as if they were tiny sticks, crushing them into dust under your endless mass.

Just a huge round orb of flesh, so full of indescribable creatures. expanding forever more and more.

[boycrazedboy]

So. Pregnancy related immobility, huh. Like what~

i love when a cute boy is so fucking pregnant that he’s bed bound or forced on bed rest

belly so round so heavy that even the idea of trying to roll himself over in his bed has him out of breath and sweating. just completely overtaken by the giant litter of babies growing inside of him, belly so big it takes up the whole bed when laying on his side. belly so big that his body still aches from its weight on his ruined figure even when he’s seated or laying down

he’s unable to do anything with that big ol’ belly that he can’t even reach his arms around his massive middle. he’s just so fucking pregnant

[boycrazedboy]

Ugh fuck I need someones thick juicy cock to pound my pretty boy pussy right the fuck now! I’m so empty it’s a crying fuckin shame! I need cum. I need bred. Make me your horny little male-mommy, constantly full of your brood!

[boycrazedboy]

every time you realize you can’t do something anymore because of you’re growing belly is just so incredibly hot

each one just gets better and better. first when you realize you can’t button up a pair of pants anymore. then it’s all your prepregnancy pants. then your shirts and sweatshirts

when you realize you can’t bend over the same way anymore, or sleep on your back because your new belly is just too heavy

all leading up to the day you realize you’re far too big, far too weighted down, to get up on your own

[boycrazedboy]

Decided to come back with some writing of a setting my fiance and I have been working on. Sci-fi setting of a population that needs humans to breed as their gender birth ratios have not given them enough child carriers. And I love a good bit of struggling, so theres also a little of that.

Contains: Hyperpregnancy, Trans Male Pregnancy, Pathetic Struggling, Aliens, Tentacles, Eggs

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You groan as you rub your massive expanse of belly, only able to reach a small portion of it. The short gestation of the alien eggs you're carrying is supposed to be done soon, and the captain of the space station has put you on bedrest to help you make it to term. You're not worried, you've always gone to term with his young.

Resting in the bed that he'd got you this way in, your legs had to be spread wide to accommodate your fecund form. Your belly stretched far past your knees at this point. It felt like it was getting close to the edge of the bed, but you couldn't say for certain anymore. It had been a long time since you'd been able to see past the growing blindspot that was your stomach, but your captain reassured you that you still have room to grow, and so you just accepted it.

The station's AI had placed a cup of tea on the bedside table for you, and now it seemed likely to be as cool as you wanted it to be. You reached for the cup, leaning away from your stomach as much as you could manage, which wasn't a lot from how unpleasantly your skin tightened and pulled. Even more so when you realized you couldn't reach despite the effort, and that big boulder of a belly wasn't shifting. It had only been a few days since you had been up and walking, and now you were so large and heavy you couldn't even move, pressed hard into the mattress.

You tried again, despite the seemingly inherent futility of the exercise, pushing your other arm against your stomach as if to push yourself away from something so tied to you. Trying to push yourself away from your hedonism, from every batting of the eyes or spreading of the legs you've done over the past few weeks to get you this way, this large. Even when you were just barely able to walk you'd been begging for more, and now you couldn't even reach a damn cup of tea. You groaned, reaching as far as you could, and yet still laughably far from your desires. Could you even get up if you had to?

Before you even had time to think about that, you heard the door open. Hidden behind your mount of belly, feeling as vulnerable and helpless as you were, you still smiled as you returned from your panic. Your captain had returned to you. As he placed his hand on the far side of your belly, your heart softened even further. A gentle caress was all it took to soothe you, something about him and his love for you made everything feel right. Without you having to say anything, he came to your front, and handed you your cup of tea. You had long since learned the benefits of having a partner who could read your thoughts, especially one who took advantage of all of them.

As you took a sip of your tea, you almost felt you could read his mind in turn as he stared at your gravid form. You couldn't even roll over for him as you had many times before, your needy cunt pressed into the bed by your weight and quite inaccessible. As his tentacles rubbed against the side of belly, you knew that you would get what you wanted either way.

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[boycrazedboy]

saw something that made me realize expansion combined w/ shrinking is kinda goated lol

The belly starts growing bigger and the person begins shrinking until they're kinda cartoonishly proportioned (basically all belly!) They're shaped like a stress ball and they're such a good size

[boycrazedboy]

Ka-blamo!

There, I've just cast a spell so every quantity of food you've ever thrown out or wasted, is gradually being added inside your stomach.

At first it's noticable but nothing you can't handle. Your stomach's distended, pushing roughly against the hem of your pants and shirt, pushing the fabric aside as it swells like a basketball. You can taste almost all of it too. Sandwiches, slices of meat, crackers, cheeses, it feels like someone's cramming the food down your throat at a nearly break-neck pace.

Soon though, your skin is stretching, pulled drum-tight over your gut as it continues, uncaring for the fact that you already feel ready to split. Your stomach gurgles in distress as you feel different beverages ghost-along your throat. Milkshakes, malts, half-drunk bottles of water and sodas fizzing with carbonation. They all slosh and gurgle in your stomach as you feel the weight practically pulling you forward, a whimper leaves your throat as you fumble to undo your belt that's constricting around your gut.

A gurgle resounds across your gut and you feel your engorged stomach fill tighter. Scrapes of pasta discarded, bread half-eaten, dinner rolls slathered in butter, leaves of lettuce and tomatoes tossed aside. You're about to praise your belt for its job well done, but you hear the leather snap at the new pressure, allowing your stomach to surge forward, now looking akin to an exercise ball.

Your skin is coloured scarlet with stretch marks and your fingers can't even reach the front of your gut now. You feel the burn of soups, hot and cold rushing down your throat and attempting to settle amongst the churning masses of food. You moan as your stomach sags further, the fatty area underneath forcing the zipper of your pants open before you begin to hear the pops of seams.

Ice-creams half-melted and burned cookies, slices of cake, brownies that were too rich, tiramisu that had gone bad, pastries and donuts all layered on in the dozens and hundreds in your gut till you heard your pants tear open with an obscene snap. Your belly has begun expanding in all directions, pushing your chest and shirt up as it fights for space while still expanding out and to the sides.

Peanuts, stale pretzels, and finger sandwiches, rolls of sushi, burgers, pizzas, hot dogs, tacos and fries all fighting for space, you feel hot tears drag across your pudgy face, wiped by the dome of your gut as it continues expanding in all ways, pushing hard against your face as it trembles and stretches. You howl as your gut attempts to round out, pulling forward with enough pressure to make your navel pop forward, though it's quickly encapsulated by your gargantuan dome of a belly that doesn't seem anywhere near done.