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[growingswelling]

ready to pop 😩🥺 i want to be this big forever ❤️

(They/he, not a girl)

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Sometimes, I pretend I have a magical cock. It’s powerful, and beautiful, and sometimes people call it mesmerizing, but that’s not what makes it magical. It has a power, or maybe a curse: if you suck me off, and swallow my cum, you get pregnant.

It seems to happen no matter what, whether or not your body could otherwise get pregnant. If you’re already pregnant, you end up *more* pregnant. It happens pretty quickly. Go down on me, let my magical dick explode in your mouth, and you’ll look full-term in a matter of minutes. I always advise new partners to strip naked before taking me in their mouths, and while this is mostly about clothing and sudden expansion, it’s also just hot.

I don’t brag about my power, but I don’t need to. Word gets around, and I’m generous with my gift. I’ve knocked up men, women, and others– countless people have gotten on their knees for me, wanting a pregnancy. 

But there’s another side-effect to my cock. Every moment someone has it in their mouth, they get *fatter*. It’s subtle, barely perceptable, but now that I know what to look for I can watch it happen. I can watch an ass thicken, see a belly pudge out with fat before I climax and turn it into a taut baby bump. I like to watch tits plump up around my shaft, and eager lips get a little softer around me. From the start of the blowjob to the finish, I can watch my lovers becoming increasingly jiggly while they work greedily to bring me over the edge.

It’s become so erotic to me, that when I see an attractive person, I often daydream about what they would look like– plumped up, pregnant, waddling under all the extra weight my magnificent cock could add. And sometimes, when they’re interested, I give them the treatment they crave.

Some people with a lot of skill can bring me off quickly, and they leave happily with their baby bellies and just a small layer of extra thickness for their troubles. Others, though, they have to work a little harder for my cum, and the whole time they suck, they grow… and grow…. I’ve been told the experience of my cock can be a little overpowering, even hypnotic, and some people lose precious time, distractedly savoring me as they rack up pounds they’ll never lose. 

Occasionally, I like to try to hold out for as long as I can, to see how plump I can make someone before I knock them up. Once I must have put about a hundred pounds on a woman. When I met her she seemed liable to blow away on the wind, but… not anymore.

I guess my reputation gets around, and that’s how you found out about me. We talked it through ahead of time and I made sure you understood the situation, and you agreed so quickly. I guess I thought you were just in it for a baby, like most everyone else. But then, as soon as you had me warmed up and in your hands, you just… looked me in the eyes, took me in your mouth, and… waited.

When I realized what you were doing, I felt my cock twitch, and I almost lost control right then and there. But you knew what you wanted, and I knew I wanted you to have it. Had I met my match at last?

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What if the first time I took you home, I explained to you my curse, and the way the first time a new partner makes me cum my body changes, turning into the shape they fantasize about for me.

You think about it for a moment. You opine that my last lay must have liked them slim, and I nod. Then you tell me you're going to change all that.

While you kiss your way down my body, you talk about softness, and heavy, plush bodies. You talk about warmth, and comfort, and thick thighs, about a magnificent ass... maybe some would call it fat, but really it's just a perfect work of art, wide and jiggling when I walk. Turning heads.

As I warm up to the idea, you become more overt, talking about a big, round belly-- the enormously fat belly you envision I'll soon have. People will think I'm pregnant, you muse, and it thrills and terrifies me. People will think I'm overdue with triplets. They'll look at me and be filled with sympathy and aghast wonder at my size, you tell me, they won't be able to avoid imagining all the sex I had, leading me to end up, inevitably, like this: huge and publicly wanton.

You talk about my breasts, fondling them as you wander lower, talk about them swelling up from barely-noticeable to impossible-to-overlook. Huge and heavy, you want them, always full to the point of leaking. I start to worry. You're going to knock me up? No, no, you chide. Pregnancy ends, you tell me. This is just what my body is going to be like, from now on.

I'm flooded with a mix of worry and lustful excitement, but before I can say anything, I feel the night's first orgasm building. I can't resist; your mouth is too talented. As the climax crashes down upon me and I cry out, I feel myself start to balloon up, heavy and fat. How big are you making me, I want to ask, but I can't form words. I feel a second climax building as I continue to grow.

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wishing i had a belly full of squirmy mermaid babies right now. my tight womb twitching from side to side as my brood swims about, extra fluid brought about due to their aquatic nature, making every movement more noticeable while i walk. an audible sloshing noise that makes it near impossible for me to keep my hands away and giving my stomach a good shake. it would only make the babies more active, the churning mass swimming harder in response to the sudden jostling, my poor belly trembling, looking like it’s containing an earthquake

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Something is filling and growing that gut…

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thinking abt a trans dom fucking me w a new squirting strap. having me pinned in a mating press, kissing me deep when he stills his hips and cums inside me, watching my eyes roll back in my head at the feeling of being filled.

and then going back to thrusting, this time holding my hand down against my belly, just so I can feel as i start swelling until I look full term, a kick against my hand solidifying it as I gasp.

“fuck, i knocked you up so good,,” he mumbles, fucking into me harder. “says not to do it twice in a row since multiples can be more unpredictable, but—“ he stills his hips, grinning, and I feel more cum squirting into me before my belly starts growing again. “—oops.”

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i actually put some effort into this 

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Trans guy who thinks he’s unable to get pregnant so he sleeps around a lot. But he’s actually hyper fertile and each guy he slept with left a baby in his belly. Soon he’s swelling up and showing, but he thinks it’s just a side effect of Testosterone. 5 months in he’s huge, none of his clothes fit and he’s constantly rubbing his belly. This just attracts more men and without knowing it he’s just going to keep getting bigger. 8 months pass and he can feel movement inside him constantly now, he can’t deny he’s pregnant anymore and finally has an ultrasound. He’s expected 11 separate babies from different men and each has a different due date…

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get me pregnant as soon as you can, turn me into your stupid, milky little breeding cow and never ever let me leave you. trap me under the weight of my huge, aching tits and enormous tummy, and as soon as i give birth you can start all over again 💕

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This shirt does(n’t) fit me pt 1.

Waking up, my hands fell upon my soft gut. My hands instantly filled with thick flesh, slightly distended from the night before. Stuffing my belly has become a nightly ritual now, seeing how much food I can pack into my tight stomach. Until my belly is stuffed full with as much take out and sweets that I can handle. I haven’t weighed myself in weeks and I know the scale with scream at me when I check next. I can feel it, hanging from my frame like a weight. My stomach seems to have taken the most damage, overly bloated and distended from my body at all times lately. Today I decided to push my limits though, see how much I can eat, until my belly aches it’s so full. Heading to the kitchen I plop myself down, enjoying the way my belly slaps against my lap and open my phone, eager to order. 3 restaurants later and 2 pizza places I decide to stop there and wait for my meals. Heading to my room I put on a red plaid button up, the buttons just reaching across my stomach. The doorbell rings and I’m relieved to find my first order of pizza arrived, two large pizzas and a 2 litre of cola. Sitting down on the couch, I spread out the boxes and open my drink, chugging almost half the bottle to start. I could feel my stomach already expanding from the carbonation, just slightly. After the first large pizza my belly was begging for more, growling and screaming at me to pack it full. The second pizza didn’t last long. The drivers for the rest of my pizzas arrived as I finished the last slice, starting to feel the weight of my belly. Heaving myself up to pay was a small struggle, but worth the effort as two more delivery men arrived with bags. I got to sit down again with 2 more medium pizzas, wings, two burger combos with milkshakes and a family size order of spaghetti. My mind on auto pilot, I found myself eating quickly, the food disappearing into my packed stomach. When I got to the dish of spaghetti, I was slowing down and needed breaks to breath, hardly able to get a deep inhale from how tightly stuffed I was. Nearing the end of the noodles I was groaning and holding my aching belly. It was laying fully on my lap now, a round orb stretching my shirt tight across it. The buttons still frustratingly holding on. Then the doorbell rang, my last order, a larger order of fried rice and 3 sushi rolls. I don’t even know if I can stand at this point, my weighted gut holding me down. Calls of “just a second!” Seemed to be ignored as I hold my hard belly and force my fat body up. My gut hangs forward and I can only hold one hand on it for support while the other goes to my back. I look pregnant and almost full term at this point, I’m even waddling. When I finally get to the door I’m panting and holding my belly with both hands, the driver is about to tell me off for making him wait when he sees my gut. His mouth hanging open slightly wider and his eyes falling on the wide spread of my packed stomach. “Sorry I took so long…” I pant, still holding my belly, my legs spread wide. “That’s okay… really” he mumbles, still staring at my gut and holding the bag of food. Catching my breath, I notice how his eyes bounce with my belly as I take sharp breaths in and out. The motion very visible on my tightly packed belly. Finally catching on, I smirk and groan softly, rubbing a hand over the top of my gut. “Sorry, I think I may have eaten too much, can’t let this go to waste though, right?” He simply nods, dumbfounded and staring, and then hands over the bag. “Would you, want to come in?” I ask, feeling bold and curious “help me finish this?” Grabbing his arm seems to snap him out of it, and he blinks rapidly, before smirking and following me in. I make a big show of sitting slowly and struggle to position myself down. He all but throws himself down beside you, his hands hovering between my belly and the bag of food now on the coffee table. “Please feed me” I say, hands finding my stomach, I feel hungry again despite the size of myself. He doesn’t take long to open the box and produce the first sushi roll, guiding it to my mouth and forcing a huge bite.

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I love me ➰☁️🦄

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Fat manipulation/secret feeding is so hot. I'm so dumb you could trick me into thinking all the desserts you feed me are fat free, tell me my clothes shrank in the wash, tell me since I worked out (is walking to the mailbox a workout?) I need to eat an extra serving.

This plus secret breeding... tell me you pulled out and that my belly rounding out is just from me being bloated. Size all my clothes up without me knowing. Tell me my growing udders must mean I'm just a late bloomer. Keep me as your soft housebound breeding bunny 🐰

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Brian (Part 2)

part one

IV.

For a few days after that night with the college football star, Brian continued to tell himself he’d get the abortion. He had to, after all. That was obvious.

But somehow, there was always a reason not to dial the number. He was busy… His wife was nearby… He hadn’t done enough research… He had a headache…

Eventually, he stopped even trying to come up with excuses. He knew they were meaningless. An abortion was the last thing he wanted.

From then on, whenever he wasn’t thinking about getting jackhammered by his favourite daddies, he secretly caressed his growing belly and marvelled at its contents. He wondered whose babies they were, how big he would soon become, what it would feel like to give birth. Most of all, he wondered how many babies he could pack himself with.

His desperation to find the answer to that question – together with an increasingly potent cocktail of hormones – led Brian to schedule more and more hookups. He found that his belly didn’t get in the way at all. In fact, being pregnant made getting called a whore and violently fucked by “daddy” on a filthy mattress all the more delicious. And the rounder and heavier he got, the more attention he received on the app.

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Happy Father's Day! It would be such a shame if a big daddy came and made me a father... 👀

In other words, please come pump a baby(or two or three or...) into me 💕 I can't stop thinking about getting heavy and round with a big squirmy belly...

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Swell me up into your big, fat cow~ and tell me I'm a good boy 😘

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speaking of drawing i forgot to post this commission from @feldusk

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My Big Fat Pregnant Life

Mandy had been knocked up by a random one night stand with some guy she met once 9 months ago. She never told him about the pregnancy because, like everything else in her life, she wanted to take on being a mother independently. Here she was at nine months pregnant with 4 heavy babies in her gigantic belly, up at 7 in the morning. She waddled to her tiny kitchen to have a big strawberry banana smoothie with lots of heavy cream and protein powder. She had gained almost 100 pounds with this pregnancy and not all of that belly was baby. She had become fat but that didn’t stop her from doing everything for herself. After she chugged her breakfast smoothie she proceeded to waddle outside to mow her lawn. She was wearing a robe that let her pregnant girth hang out in all its fat jiggly glory. 

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