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Imagine a kittygirl forced to be in heat her whole pregnancy, constantly getting fucked and filled with new litters over and over.

I LOVE this ask, thank you anonymous!!

It was her first heat and she was surprised at how intense it was. Her sisters had warned her, their paws resting on their bulging bellies, cautioning her to take it easy, not to mate with too many guys.

Everyone knew the first heat was a rite of passage. Kittygirls had to do it, had to let themselves get pregnant, in order to develop normally. Most gave birth and then didn't have another litter for several years, if ever, but the first heat had to end in a pregnancy. And after her first litter, then she could go get birth control. It helped with the symptoms and it would keep her from becoming overwhelmed with kittens.

She was nervous. She was the runt of her litter, and her delicate frame would already struggle with even a routine pregnancy. She hoped to mate with only one or two toms, and hopefully small ones. Unfortunately, once her hormones kicked in, her body had a very different plan.

Stumbling out of her apartment blindly, she tripped and landed right on her next-door neighbor. Shocked that one moment he'd been tying his shoes, and the next there was a beautiful kittygirl in his lap, moaning and giving off a palpable heat from her pussy, he leapt up, nearly dumping her on the floor. Apologizing profusely, he helped her up, and as soon as she was standing she was pressed against him, desperate to be filled. He couldn't resist, and dragged her into his apartment for a quick mounting. When he'd spluttered and sprayed his cum inside her, she felt a deep, overwhelming relief--but it didn't last long. She'd made it halfway through her shift as a grocery bagger when the hazy, pulsing feeling came over her again, and on her lunch break she took her second load, bent over the assistant manager's desk. That lasted until after work, when she found three frat boys who were more than willing to take her home with them for some fun.

She staggered home at 2am and crawled into bed, hoping the worst was over. This was exhausting.

Morning came, and the first thing she felt was the needy throbbing of her pussy. It was Monday, her day off, so she called an old boyfriend who was more than happy to come over and satisfy her. After lunch she flirted with men from her front stoop, and anyone who was interested got a chance to spread her legs. A delivery driver, a friend she hadn't previously been attracted to, and another neighbor completed her roster for the night.

After a third day of fucking anything with a dick, she called her oldest sister to ask why she was still so desperate.

"Shouldn't this be over by now?" she twirled her whiskers in her claws, and itched at the base of her tail where her fur had been rubbed off by so much friction.

"Uh, yeah, it should have been over after you mated the first time. Please tell me you didn't mate again..."

Dread slowly filled her veins, competing with the growing heat between her thighs. How long had it been since her morning fuck? She started tuning out her sister's worried questions.

"Gotta go sis," she said, ending her call. Her situation was becoming urgent again. She called a craigslist hookup she swore she'd never contact again--he hadn't gone down on her and had been done in three seconds--but now he seemed like Fabio and she needed. him. inside her.

After Craiglist Fabio pulled out, her belly looked a little bloated. She giggled and teased him for giving her a little cum baby. But long after he'd gone, the bump didn't go down. In fact it didn't go down the next day, or the day after that. In fact, it was getting bigger. And there were no signs of her heat slowing down. Her frantic sister dragged her to the doctor, where they confirmed her worst fears. She was pregnant with forty five kittens. She passed out when she heard the news, so when she came to, her sister was waving notes in her face. "You cannot mate again!" she was scolding, urgently. "No matter how awful it feels, you have to resist." She knew her sister was right, and so she agreed to stay with her sister, be locked in her room, and do everything the doctor told her.

She lasted a week. She had grown so enormous only two weeks into her pregnancy that the doctor had recommended they hire a nurse. The nursing agency had made the mistake of sending a male student with the rounding nurse, and somehow she got his dick inside her long enough to make more kittens. With strict orders for no males anywhere near her, and her limbs tied spread eagle so she couldn't set herself free, she passed the next few weeks with nothing to do but grow, and grow she did. She thought she might burst from the weight of her pregnant belly, but it never burst, only strained to fit the ever-growing young inside her.

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A Poet's Betrayal

She had let him court her because she liked how proud her parents were of her for netting an older, established man. He was a gentleman at first but he got more and more insistent about getting her alone until one night, drunk on a little mead and a lot of flattering attention, she lifted her skirts for him and spread her soft thighs a little so he could get what he wanted. She was so disappointed by the experience that she didn’t let him near her again for weeks, but it was too late—terrified and alone, she found out that the few frantic thrusts in the store room had led to a swollen belly her parents could never forgive. Panicked, the next time he showed up, she grabbed him by the hand and dragged him back to the back of the store where she did her best to hide her new, rounder shape from him as she pulled his cock inside her. She couldn’t fool him, though, and he growled at her angrily for being so stupid and slutty before finally agreeing to do the right thing and marry her. 

After that she didn’t feel like she could say no to his endless requests for her and after the first baby there was another, and another, then twins. Her husband was cold, distant and cruel; he frequently left her to go on business trips, heavy belly slowing her down, to manage several young children alone. Increasingly often, it seemed, the more of his children she birthed.

She was pregnant for the fifth time in four years when the lodger arrived. He was, from the start, different. He was kind to her, and gentle. Since her husband was away, when she went labor with what she was horrified to realize was another set of twins, he helped her through the labor and mopped her brow as she birthed her sixth and seventh. Her husband had never comforted her as she strained to birth his children--babies made in her by a cruel and exacting man who used her body and didn't care much for the complications his cock created. 

The lodger was different—he cared for her...she just knew it. He read to her while she was bathing the children or cleaning their endless messes, he complimented her cooking. He was shy, religious, polite. When she let him inside her for the first time it just felt...right. She couldn’t get enough of him. She let him between her legs over and over again, whenever she could, while they whispered poetry to each other and he promised her he’d take her away one day. A few months later she had started to feel a little big in the middle, and was having trouble producing enough milk for the twins. She was scared, but for the first time she pressed her hand against her growing swell and smiled. Your father is a good man, she whispered. You are luckier than your brothers and sisters.

She had never felt so insatiable. Her husband was dispassionate and cared little for her pleasure, and she resented him for the endless parade of young he put inside her. She had never wanted him during her pregnancies. But the lodger was hers, and she found herself overwhelmed by her desire for him, even taking the risk that a neighbor might see something they shouldn't to pull his beautiful cock up inside her. She thought she was about five months pregnant, and planned to tell him he was going to be a father on the six month anniversary of their lovemaking.

But her belly started to press obviously against her dress, and he was not so oblivious as she had assumed. When it became too obvious to deny the child nearly popping the buttons off her too-small blouse, he disappeared with just a note saying “I’m not ready for this, please forgive me,” leaving her and her ripe, round belly to greet her husband when he returned two months later--far beyond when she could convince him it was his.

She was terrified of having to explain to a callous, cruel man how she had gotten so very pregnant without him. They’re all the same, she sobbed to herself, hands bracing her back to help her hold up the immeasurably heavy weight of her next child.

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Another one for IYP.

Blood Is Sexier Than Water

"Request: Father x Daughter x Daddy (inc3st, piv, age gap, breeding, pregnancy, female reader insert) Daughter knows a romantic/sexual relationship with her bio Father is forbidden, so she finds a man who looks the same and is the same age as her bio Father. Daughter gets into a relationship with the man, Daddy. Father grows jealous and wants his lover/Daughter back, but Daddy is also in love with Daughter and is unwilling to let her go. Now Daughter has 2 DILFs that dote, coddle, and spoil her constantly. They get her 100% dependent on them, and breed/impregnate her constantly too."

Nevaeh was fucking livid. Now she knew why her adoptive parents had been so against her doing the DNA test--she thought she knew everything about her origin story, but apparently not! And she had given them so many chances to explain WHY they were so against her getting curious about her genealogy. But they'd just been weird and close-mouthed, so she'd done it anyway, and now she had even more questions.

"Why did you tell me my bio dad died?" she demanded of them at Sunday dinner, after she'd gotten her results back. They stammered, but she pressed. "You told me my mother was too young and didn't want a baby, and that her boyfriend had died, and that she asked you guys to adopt her baby because you were her former foster parents. Is ANYTHING about that true?"

"We were just trying to protect you," her adoptive mother stuttered. "It is true that your mother was overwhelmed and asked us to adopt you. We weren't trying to keep anything from you! We just didn't think you needed to know the details of why, and we didn't think you'd ever want to reach out to him, so what's the harm?"

"The harm is that you lied to me for twenty years!" she screamed, and stormed out the door without eating. She obviously couldn't trust what her parents told her, so she decided to get her questions answered another way. She searched on Facebook for a few of the names of cousins that had come up in her genetic report and requested them as friends. In a few minutes, a notification popped up that she'd been accepted as a friend. She was angry, and nervous, and absolutely thrilled. She glanced over the woman's Facebook page--she must be a cousin on her bio dad's side. She looked nice, and Nevaeh messaged her immediately to explain. Her new cousin responded almost immediately.

"Oh my gosh I'm so glad you reached out! Trey never knew he had a daughter, I don't think your mother ever told him! It's no trouble if this is too much, but a few of us go to Senor Toad's every Friday to watch UCA game, would you like to join us this week?"

And that's how Nevaeh found herself nervously walking into Senor Toad's, clutching her purse, and scanning the crowd for faces that looked like hers, but different.

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Meeting her dad in person had been electrifying. Touching his face, a fifty-five year old male version of her nose and lips, moving right in front of her! Learning what he was like as a child, that they were both allergic to pineapple and had hamsters named Midnight, that he had struggled in chemistry in high school and had played varsity basketball. It was incredible. After the first whirlwind family event, she went home to her apartment, overwhelmed with a million emotions, promising she'd reach out to see them again soon.

That night, as she drifted off, she startled herself by fleetingly imagining what it would be like to kiss her dad's strangely similar lips. Disgusted, she out it out of her mind, but when she drifted off she had strange, confusing, erotic dreams all night where she lay tangled with him in a hazy love nest, sheets silky against their bare skin.

The next morning she awoke to ten new friend requests--each from a new member of her family she had not known existed three days ago. Embarrassed by her weird dreams, she promised herself she'd take some time to process before she agreed to any more invites. She headed to campus for her first class of the day and did her best to put everything family-related out of her mind.

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It was Friday now and her creepy thoughts hadn't gone away. If anything, they'd gotten more intense and intrusive. She'd given in and touched herself to the fantasies, but the second she came she felt horrified and ashamed. She had to do something to stop them, especially if she was ever to show her face at a family gathering ever again! Maybe a hookup would help? She pulled up Tinder and began to swipe. it was Friday night, she could at least go out with a boy she wasn't related to and try to distract herself. None of the twenty two year old NFT enthusiasts or Dead Fish Bros caught her eye, so on a whim she increased her age range to fifty. Bingo--a silver fox with intense eyes and the most beautiful forearms she had ever seen. "Let's see what he can do for me," she thought, pulling off her pore strips and sending him a cute bathroom selfie to seal the deal.

Silver fox was charming, rich, and gave great head. She distracted herself with him for a few dates, then began seeing an English professor who was much more condescending and had a fatter cock. He almost scratched the itch, but she was still getting those intrusive fantasies of running her fingers through her father's salt and pepper hair, his scratchy five o clock shadow rubbing against her inner thighs. "Ok," she thought, "I'm on the right track here with these dudes but Professor Windbag is too nerdy, I think. I might need to dump him."

Soon she was presented with what she thought was the absolute perfect opportunity. Her building super brought along a surly contractor to inspect the water heater one morning, and he looked so much like her bio dad her heart caught in her throat. She immediately let her robe fall a little open, and asked the men in her breathiest voice if she could get them something to drink. Her super raised an eyebrow at her, having never attracted this kind of attention from her before, but the contractor was hooked. She found every excuse to brush up against him, and when they left, she wasn't surprised when the contractor knocked on her door about twenty minutes later.

She was pressed against her kitchen wall with him inside her ninety seconds after he walked through the door, and she really thought she'd finally scratched her itch. He came back as often as his schedule allowed over the next few months and it always ended the same way--if she was home, she let him in, and they ripped away the fabric between them like wild animals, stopping only when his cock was thrusting desperately inside her. She lost track of how many loads of his she took, her only thought that for now, the fantasies had disappeared.

Feeling more confident, she accepted the next invite from her new family, and so it was at her biological grandmother's house on Easter Sunday that her logical planning came crashing down around her. One glance at her grandmother's painstakingly prepared Easter ham sent her rushing to the bathroom to puke. Her aunt knocked on the door and cracked it to hand Nevaeh a warm damp paper towel for her neck, and asked if she should bring some ginger ale. Nevaeh nodded miserably, and although she didn't want to admit it, she knew that trying to be responsible by not fucking her father had resulted in an older man's baby growing in her belly. She was just like her fucking bio mom, careless and so, so stupid.

She looked in the mirror and turned side to side. It was pretty obvious, now that she'd let the curtain of denial slip. Her belly had a little bulge, right below her belly button, and her breasts were tender and swollen. This wasn't the first time she'd thrown up, but the other times were more easily attributed to the amount of alcohol she'd had to consume to be interested in Professor Snob's intercollegiate dynamics, or to the random bugs always floating around college campuses. Her period hadn't always come like clockwork, but she had let herself ignore that she hadn't bled in four months.

"Ok," she thought to herself, "well obviously you're going to get an abortion. You're only four months pregnant, it's not too late. And going forward if you're going to fuck men three times your age, you're going to wear a condom."

There was another knock on the door, and she called to her cousin to come in with the soda. The door cracked and to her surprise, it was her father instead. He gave her a crooked smile and handed her a cup of ginger ale. Then his eyes dropped to her pregnant middle--she had lifted up her shirt to look in the mirror, and without fabric covering it, her baby bump was much more obvious than she realized.

"Hon, am I going to be a grandfather?" he asked softly, and suddenly her heart and vagina melted into a puddle on the floor. He stepped fully into the bathroom to take her in his arms, and without thinking she lifted her lips to his and drank him in, pulling him tight to her. She half expected him to break the embrace, but he didn't, he just reached behind him to close the bathroom door. She moaned and thrust her hips into him, and before long, she was sitting on the bathroom sink, spreading her legs, and he was inside her, thrusting in her like the white hot rod of god himself. Nothing she had fantasized about had come anywhere close to fulfilling her like this. She came so quickly that he laughed and withdrew holding her gently until she stopped pulsing. Sensitive as she was, she moaned again and pulled him back inside her, begging for more.

"Easy now sweetheart," he said tenderly, "don't be so greedy. We'll have lots of time for more later." He pulled her shirt and skirt down, straightening them and brushing her off. "Now get back out there and try to eat something! You've got your grandmother so worried about you!"

"Change of plans, Nevaeh thought to herself, "I can't get an abortion, because I am never, ever giving that up, and this way I won't get pregnant by my own father, because I'm already pregnant. By someone. Ew." She shuddered at the thought that one of the disgusting men she'd been sleeping with was going to make her a mother, but it was a small price to pay for the most mind-blowing sex of her life, plus avoiding making an incest baby.

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*Small* price to pay may have been a poor choice of words. Nevaeh was so incredibly pregnant. After Easter dinner, Nevaeh had moved in with her grandmother. She and her father had agreed it would look too suspicious if she moved in with him right away, and her grandmother only lived twenty minutes from campus. She could finish her sophomore year, have the baby, then after she placed it for adoption, they'd find a place together out of state, where they wouldn't have to tell anyone who they were to each other. The trysts at her grandmothers, and in his car, and behind the movie theatre, and in the campus library thrilled her, but she couldn't wait until a. she was old enough to go with him inside the bars, and b. they didn't have to hide. And anyway, the trysts were over for now. She was too big to fuck in the car, too encumbered to crawl under a desk to blow him in the library, and far too pregnant to fuck in the bathroom or the garage of her grandmother's tiny mobile home. Her fantasies were all she had left. She focused on how good it would feel to have him inside her again without a boulder of young in the way, and to feel svelte and pretty and sexy again.

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Going into labor completely surprised her. She had no idea exactly how far along she was, so waiting for the baby to come was much more of an art than a science. Luckily, she was at home when she started to feel pangs, and her grandmother began to bustle around the house, preparing a hospital bag and wiping her brow with cool cloths. She called her father to let him know labor had begin, and he assured her he'd be home as soon as his shift at the gas station ended, and he'd drive her to the hospital. A few hours later, he arrived to find his daughter halfway dilated and very ready to get this baby out of her. Nevaeh climbed, with difficulty, into the back seat of the car, and kissed her grandmother goodbye as she counted the seconds between her contractions. Her dad pulled out of the driveway and began the thirty minute drive to the hospital. But then he didn't take the hospital exit. Then he didn't turn around. She barely noticed, what with a heaving belly trying to burst between her legs, but eventually she managed to call out to the front seat and ask him what on earth he was doing.

"Oh did you think I was going to let you give my grandchild up for adoption? Just like your slut mother, you open your legs and then you think you can just get rid of the baby and not tell the father? No, you're keeping this baby. You should have finished college before you opened your legs to every man you saw. You don't get to have it all, you're a mommy now."

To be continued...

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Part 1 of a story I wrote for IYP. Part two will hopefully be published soon.

Imagine you have a new bunkmate

It was my first night aboard the ship and I boarded too late to properly meet my bunk mate. I did think I heard her crying once, but I must have been imagining it. The next morning I met her properly. She had risen before me and I didn’t see her get up. I did see her pass by in the kitchen later in the day as I worked, holding the hand of a small child. I thought nothing of it, and returned to my bunk, exhausted, too tired to try to get to know her. I did hear crying again that night, this time I’m sure. The next morning she woke me up throwing up. I cast her a knowing and sympathetic glance, having taken a while to get my sea legs myself.

Then I saw that next to her on the bed sat two infants, maybe six and twelve months old. She retched again and then apologized. “I’m so sorry if my children woke you, I’ll take them out immediately.” I assured her I wasn’t bothered and asked her if there was anything I could get her for her seasickness. Just then, another two children burst in, and she took their hands, lifted the babies into a carrier, and said goodbye as she hurried off to the laundry. That night I brought a morsel of food back to our bunk, and was gratified to see how grateful she was. She split it with her four children, whose names I asked but who were silent as mice and waited for their mother to answer, and refused any for herself. “My stomach isn’t feeling well these days” she told me.

“Oh, the seasickness,” I interjected, but she shook her head and started to cry. “My belly is swelling again,” she sobbed. “ i don’t know how to make it stop happening. I’m going to get big and then have another baby, and I already have too many children. I never wanted to be a mother, but now I’m going to get round again, I can already barely fit into my uniform.” I was stunned into silence. I could only offer her my shoulder to cry on. As she lifted her head, her eyes met mine, and she covered her bunk in a curtain, drew me back to my bed across the way, and lay down with her legs spread and her skirt up. She held me by the hips and undid my trousers and helped me ease inside her. I’m embarrassed to say I ejaculated immediately. She was very businesslike afterward and gave me a little peck and returned to sleep in her own bunk. I didn’t know what to think.

The next night the kids were gone and there was another man in her bunk, and then another, and then another. She kept the curtain up but I could tell they were doing what we had done last night. Now I knew where all the babies were coming from. The next few months she came to my bed as often as she had men in hers, and I let her. I had never been with a woman before, and the velvety feel of her around my cock was addicting. Our lives onboard kept us very seperate, but I always tried to bring a bit of extra food or a whittled toy for the children when I could, and she would reward me with spread legs and breathless whispers to put my mouth to her breast, or to hold her thighs. After three fortnights on the ship, when her belly began to get cumbersome, she would put her mouth on me so I could sit on my bunk, and she, crouched between my thighs, could rest her belly on a pillow while she sucked me dry.

She spent less time with the other seamen now that she was very round, and after about six months on the ship she was so big that when she sat up her belly rested fully on her lap, reaching all the way to the end of her knees. She could no longer work in the laundry, and when I asked her how she was allowed so much time off she solved a mystery for me. She said the captain had hired her to take care of the seamen’s needs. She was to be open to them when they needed her, and she could work in the laundry the rest of the time. “The captain is angry that I keep having babies, but I am ashamed to tell him that I don’t know how to stop them. I’ve tried every witchcraft I know but they come every year.” I wasn’t present at the birth, but she gave birth to a healthy son, and by nightfall was back in our bunk. I brought her ice chips and read to her, and over the next few nights she began giving herself to me again.

I was surprised, since she said she was allowed to take up to three weeks to heal before the men had access to her again. “You’re so kind to me, and I know you’ll make sure I don’t have a baby,” she said, and so I told her what I knew about baby making, and that if I pulled out we wouldn’t make a baby together. She immediately threw her arms around me and kissed me greedily. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that information,” she whispered, and then she unbuckled my trousers and put me inside her. “Let’s practice” she whispered and I immediately ejaculated inside her. I pretended it hadn’t happened and begged god that it wouldn’t take, and I successfully pulled out the second time. A few weeks later, something was clearly wrong. Her belly was so big already that her sore tender breasts rested on top of it.

I did some mental math and realized she must have gotten pregnant the first time we had been together after the baby was born, before she talked to me about preventing pregnancy. She was blissfully unaware, since I had told her pulling out worked, and none the wiser until she got stuck in her bunk while one of the men was relieving his needs because her belly was so fat it trapped her between the top and bottom bunk. The ships doctor came down to see her—usually he ignored her since her births were so uncomplicated, but even he was concerned with her size. “It’s almost certainly twins,” he pronounced before enlisting me in dismantling the bunk. She was so wedged in that it would have been impossible to move her without potential injury to what was very obviously several of my children inside her. I couldn’t look at her, and I quietly asked the captain to switch my bunk.

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My newest for Imagine You're Pregnant!

"Imagine you are walking home when you're about 5 months pregnant and somebody (1 or 2 people) pulls over and offers you a ride. Since you're so tired of walking you accept, and at some point they knock you out. You wake up held captive somewhere, and they keep you there for months until you inevitably go into labor. No one knows that you're 2 weeks overdue, because you hadn't seen a doctor before you were kidnapped because you didn't have the money, and so you didn't know when your due date was. Bonus things to include can be trying to hide the labor from your captor(s), your captor either tying your legs shut or putting a chastity device on you, and surprise twins."

Not In Chicago Anymore

Amandla cursed her evangelical, abortion-hating parents for the fifth time that morning as a surge of bile rose in her throat. "Don't throw up don't throw up" she chanted to herself, thankful that at least she hadn't eaten breakfast, so there was nothing to throw up if she did hurl on her way to work. At 7am. In a snowstorm. And her winter coat no longer zippered over her pregnant belly. She did NOT want this baby, she WANTED to move to Los Angeles. She did not want to be a nineteen-year-old mother to be walking to work at Chick Fil A, and she REALLY didn't want to smell the nuggets all day. She was so wrapped up in her internal tantrum that she almost missed the friendly honk and wave from a couple in a black station wagon. Wondering if she knew them, she stepped off the curb to get a better look, and the woman rolled down the window.

"You look freezing, hon!" "Do I know you?" No," the woman replied, "but we were on our way downtown, do you want a ride?"

Amandla gratefully accepted and climbed in the car. "Where to?" asked the driver, a pleasant looking white man in his late thirties. She gave him her work address and settled into chitchat with the couple as they drove. When they missed the turn to her restaurant, she thought it was a mistake. But they laughed, and said "being on your feet all day isn't very good for the baby, is it?"

Amandla's spine turned to ice. She heard the click of the door locks and suddenly there was a rag in her face.

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She came to in a plain, clean bedroom in a basic, midcentury home. Out the window she could see that there wasn't another house for miles around. Just snowy, fallow cornfields. Her phone was gone and she was out of her uniform and in a maternity blouse and modest skirt. She was furious with herself. These people were clearly insane, but she bet they just wanted her baby. Better play along and once she gave birth she could escape. Or if she could get her phone---would her parents even come get her?

When she came downstairs, the couple introduced themselves, and apologized for drugging her. We just want to help you, they said, and we'll give your baby a great home. "Yeah right, Amandla thought to herself. I'm not leaving this baby with you even if he or she is a life-ruining burden." She'd have to figure out what to do about that later. For now, just survive."

She ate their food and answered their questions "No, I don't know who the father is," "yes it was consensual I just had sex with three guys in the same month," "no I don't know my due date," "no I haven't taken prenatals," "yes, I'm allergic to shellfish," "no, my parents are religious," "no, I don't have a boyfriend,"

She was surprised at how non-judgemental they were. It was such a contrast to what she'd heard growing up. "You're so brave and hardworking!" they told her. "Many women don't even try earning their own money during a pregnancy." It was hard not to feel safe around them, it seemed that they understood her better than her parents did. And they seemed to have a decent amount of money. Neither of them ever left for work, from what she could tell, and she was always given plain but very nice quality items. The second month, they had a baby shower for her--graciously only including pregnancy and birth necessities, nothing that would suggest they assumed she'd changed her mind about keeping the baby. The gifts were luxurious, and she felt more of her tensions melting away. She started to wonder if they were angels who had been sent to take care of her during this awful period of her life. She wondered, also, if her parents were worried. But she worried about that less and less.

After a few months, she guessed she was getting close to giving birth. She felt enormous. But the Campbells, or Tony and Carol as they insisted she call them, took excellent care of her in nearly every way. And yet, she wanted more. Her pregnancy hormones had given her some serious cravings, and she had been alone except for her new kidnappers/parental figures for months. She had masturbated to alleviate some of the frustration, but she was now too big to reach her clit and too scared of getting caught to use anything to touch herself. One morning, she woke up and her belly had dropped. Her center of gravity was way off, which was the excuse she gave Tony when he accidentally burst in on her grinding against the edge of the bed, trying to give herself some relief.

"Do you need help, honey?" he asked gently, as he lifted her skirt and cupped her vulva gently. She shuddered and he lifted his left hand to her swollen breasts, massaging her nipple gently, as he put himself inside her with the other hand, and slowly began to rub back and forth inside her. She was initially so shocked, because he had never tried something like this before, but then her hormones took over and she relented and ignored the weirdness of the situation as she jerked toward orgasm.

Later that night, her water broke, and Carol and Tony both held her, walked with her, and rubbed her back until she came into active labor. The months of birthing exercises they'd encouraged her to do allowed her to ride the waves of excruciating pain and move with her body. She birthed the head of her son after only 45 minutes, and delivered his body and placenta after another hour. And yet she didn't feel relief. Her belly still looked stuffed full, and she was still contracting, even after the placenta. She begged them to call 911, but they told her calmly that of course they couldn't do that.

After two hours of agonizing contractions, Amandla felt another head descend into her pelvis. Oh shit, it's twins, she realized, and Carol and Tony began to look unbelievably gleeful. She gave birth to her second son six hours after her first, and far from removing her babies, Carol lay them on her breasts and helped them latch, while Tony rutted in her sore, bruised pussy, holding her legs down to make sure she couldn't keep him from finishing inside.

"You're going to raise those little bastards, sweetie pie," Carol sneered at her. "Not knowing who the father is because you open your legs to anyone. For shame! Now the one my husband is putting in you now, we'll keep. But those twins will always be the product of a whore and a good for nothing."

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My latest for IYP

Inspired by request #454-13 on @imagineyourepregnant

"Imagine that all the gods that are decide to compete in a contest. They collectively agree on a mortal woman, and whoever's baby she gives birth to first, that god/goddess is the winner. It's a struggle between beings with godly powers--getting her pregnant is one thing, but they're ALL trying to have her give birth to their own child/children (more babies = better odds). It's winner-take-all, and the poor woman is stuck in the crossfire."

She wasn't surprised when the first Adonis-like "pilgrim" showed up and flirted with her after her village had begun preparations for her womanhood ceremony. She was the most beautiful of the twenty year old women in her village, guaranteeing her a well-attended ceremony. At first she didn't take him seriously, but after he sang to her, her head felt fuzzy and he felt, somehow, irresistible. She knew she shouldn't, but she pulled him giggling into a corner of the sheep shed and pulled up her skirt for him. He grinned at her and unleashed the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. She reached out to suck it, but he shook his head, hoisted her up with one chiseled arm, and plunged inside her. He was so strong all she needed to do was grind her clit against him and he thrust inside her powerfully. She moaned with pleasure as he brought her to the edge of climax before exploding inside her so they came together in a rush of hormones and tingling and fluid.

She was slightly annoyed when he vanished afterward, but figured she'd be married very soon and forgot about him. The second suitor arrived in the first party from the neighboring village. He was tall, dark, and slim, but his brown eyes were kind. She walked around the gardens with him and, just like with the first man, somehow she ended up in the grass, legs spread, with a gentle but firm lover thrusting inside her. She liked this one so much she nearly went to tell her mother she'd found her husband, but before she had the chance, three more delegations showed up, including a beautiful blue-eyed man with ruddy reddish skin. She had never seen coloring like his before, and he was funny and athletic, and before long she was stroking her clit while she sat on his lap, his strange northern cock nearly splitting her in two. After he'd ravished her, he threw her over his shoulder, ran with her into the forest, and fucked her against a tree, standing, until her knees wobbled and she felt faint. Then he laid her down gently in the moss and teased her with long, slow strokes before finally exploding inside her at a fever pitch.

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"You cheated, Odin!" Loki was pacing furiously, and Thor and Freya glared at him.

"No one ever said we had to take turns," Odin retorted, "it's not my fault she likes me the best."

"Freya didn't even get a chance yet!" snapped Thor. "You really aren't being fair."

"Fine," Odin said agreeably. "Freya will get three turns and then each of you get two more. Then it's every god for themselves."

They rolled their eyes but it did seem like the fairest solution. After all, what was a little manipulation in a friendly contest of "fuck with the mortals?"

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The most beautiful woman she had ever seen emerged from one of the suitor's tents. Her makeup was perfect, and sure enough, she guided the young maiden to a private room, set her up comfortably on pillows, and began to massage oil into her scalp. She explained that she was a representative of her brother, who came to seek her hand, and that she would show what kind of pampering beauty treatments would be part of her happy new household.

She continued with a full body massage, and when she flipped the young woman over to massage her glutes, she delicately traced the outline of her labia as well. The prone potential bride shuddered in pleasure, and began to quietly moan when the goddess replaced her fingers with her tongue, and then finally with her cock. That week she gave three massages before the other suitors magically appeared again, and the foggy, hazy lust and frequent orgasms began anew.

After three weeks of wedding preparations and clandestine fucking, most of the suitors withdrew, leaving the two serious prospects, neither of whom were the ethereally beautiful people she'd allowed between her legs. She sighed and began to discuss the contract in earnest with her father and the interested families.

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"We should take a break for a while, let the girl get on with her provincial cultural traditions."

"That's a little condescending, Loki," replied Thor. "But I don't disagree. Let's give it a few months and see how she's doing."

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She was not doing well. Only a month after her first godly encounter, severe nausea was keeping her from participating much in the wedding negotiations, preparing for her ceremony, or even spending time with her potential suitors. The suitors agreed to give her a month to get well, and then they'd resume negotiations. They never got the chance, because she was already showing by then, and her father had needed to send a runner warning them not to come. Her family was furious, and she was confused. She had been a virgin before her first encounter with the gorgeous suitor, and that had only been two months ago. But her belly didn't seem to care that she was, at most, two months pregnant. She was visibly round with child, and her breasts were beginning to swell as well. Her parents confined her to a hut usually reserved for quarantining the ill of the village, and although her mother did sneak her her favorite foods, it was clear they were incredibly ashamed of her.

Months dragged slowly by and she tried to pass her time with useful tasks for the village, as a way to give penance. At first she could knit, weave, husk corn and shell peas, and carve knife handles and ladles. But as she neared her sixth month of pregnancy, her arms no longer fit around her belly, which jutted out nearly two feet in front of her, going past her knees when she sat on her bed with her belly in her lap.

Being so enormous presented so many physical challenges that she didn't have time to worry about how much bigger she would get, the birth, or even when she would do as an unwed mother of at least twins. At least. But she got by, until one morning she woke up completely out of breath, and there was no one to help her. She was trapped under the massive weight of her belly and could not roll over. She gulped for air and desperately rocked back and forth, sweating with the effort of moving her giant middle off her lungs.

She finally managed to roll out of bed, but after that she broke out a hole in her bedframe to stick her belly through as she lay down at night, to avoid that terrifying situation happening again. It was one night in her eighth month, laying like this, belly squashed against the cold dirt floor, that the gods came to check in on her.

Disguise was no longer necessary, since she was obviously pregnant, so they all introduced themselves, using only a little of the calming magic to keep her steady and able to absorb what was happening.

"Yes," Thor was explaining, "we had a bet to see whose baby you would have! hilarious, right?" He high fived Loki.

"No! Not hilarious!" she shouted, looking ridiculously helpless as she sat on the floor, yoga ball of a belly spreading her legs comically wide. "You ruined my reputation AND my body." "Yeah...what is going on with you anyway? You are so much bigger than humans normally are!"

"How should I know?" she responded, suddenly going from anger to helpless tears. "I don't know anything about having a god's baby!"

Odin felt bad. "It's ok! Don't cry, we can give you herbs to make labor a little easier. We can't totally dull the pain, or the Old Ones would notice we're tapping into the deep magic wells, but I promise you that it will be bearable and you and the baby will survive." He knelt down and hugged her, and, aroused by her dewy, tear-splashed skin and the warmth emanating from her pregnant sex, he laid her down on her back and began to thrust in her, slow and gentle at first to accommodate her enormous young-filled belly, but then frantically as he lost himself in her.

"Freya, do you notice something?" remarked Thor to his fellow god. "It looks like her belly's getting bigger as he fucks her." "You're right, I see it too," she replied, a concerned look on her face. "Do you think that means she gets another baby every time one of us fucks her?"

Odin came in a loud, grunting symphony and patted her kindly on the head. "We'll be back in a month honey," he said, "and we'll see which one of us won the bet!"

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IYP Requests #411 4

"A sailor tests his faithless lover by putting a spell on her, that she'd get instantly full term pregnant by each man she lay with while he is away for a year, but not give birth until his return. Neither of them are prepared for how enormous her belly is when he returns."

He couldn't prove it, but he suspected Benedictine of getting too friendly with her brother's business partner. It wasn't that important for her to be at the garment shop every day, she was only supposed to work there part-time, only when they had two shipments at once to unload. He knew she just went to flirt. His family had begged him to find a less conspicuously...friendly... but she was the perfect wife in every other way. She had denied it, anyway, any concerns of unfaithfulness, and when she was rubbing his feet and reminding him what his biiig, masculine cock felt like in her tiny, pretty hole.

It wasn't as easy to put out of his mind when he wasn't in her intoxicating presence, so when he learned that his next voyage duration would be 12 months, something had to change. He couldn't abide not knowing what she was doing while he was away. He'd only ever left her on short trips of a few months since they had met. The trouble she could get up to in a year...he needed something to help.

Although his mother had always warned him against it, he visited the shop beneath the butcher on Rose Street. It smelled nicer than he expected, like tobacco and cloves. He explained his predicament to the owner, who silently offered him a bag of herbs.

"Make this into a tea for her, and when you return from your trip there will be proof, either of her faithfulness or her faithlessness," the old man told him, gravelly voice somber. "Use caution, this is powerful magic."

Benedictine sighed with relief. Finally Nathan was gone and she could see Simon without so much dramatic sneaking! She set a basket of purple posies on her stoop--the sign they'd agreed on to communicate that Benedictine had seen Nathan board his ship and sail away, and that the coast was clear. She waited, and that evening, a knock on her door turned, as she opened it, into the handsome smile of her lover. She pulled him quickly inside, and he swept her into a crushing hug.

"Not yet, you dog," she giggled, slapping his hand away from her ass, "He's gone! I want to have dinner with you, and take our time for once. "

She led him to the table, and a roast and some wine turned into more wine and giggles, which turned into him kneeling on the floor, drunkenly pretending to propose. When she leaned forward to kiss him, he threw her skirts over her head and dived between her legs, lapping enthusiastically at her clit as she grabbed fistfuls of his hair. Before she came, she guided his lips back to hers and kissed him, savoring her taste on his mouth. She climbed down onto the floor with him and guided him inside her, fucking herself on him until he came in a warm gush. Sliding off him, she sank into a sticky, dark, black sleep, snuggled into his side.

When she woke up, she struggled to sit up. There was a big, round, heavy bump where her tight, twenty year old belly had been the day before. She looked pregnant, nearly ready to give birth. At first she blinked her eyes, wondering if she was dreaming, or seriously hungover. She nudged Simon awake, and his eyes widened in horror. "So you see it too, I'm not imagining things," she thought aloud. "I need to go to the midwife."

She got dressed, dispatching Simon to ask the apothecary if there was anything to be had anything for severe bloat. She headed to the midwife's cottage, hoping the flutters she felt in her belly were gas bubbles and not the kicks of a baby. Before she had managed to waddle halfway to the midwife's cottage, she was intercepted by the cardinal, who gave her middle a pointed look.

"My child, you look quite different than you did last week when I saw you at church," he droned disapprovingly. Taking her arm less-than-gently and forcing her into walking along him, he began to guide her along the path to the older apple orchards behind the rectory. "I know what you've been doing," he hissed in her ear, his spittle hitting her cheek and causing her to involuntarily shudder. "The only way a woman can become pregnant so quickly is dealings with the devil." She protested weakly, but his grip on her arm tightened, and he unlocked and dragged her through the gate and spun her around to face him.

"I'm going to have to perform an exorcism," he said, holding her arms with one hand and lifting her skirts up over her big belly. He took out his cock and opened her legs awkwardly, breathing heavily. Muttering to himself about god and demons he busied himself getting his ancient cock to get hard enough to penetrate her, and she slumped and tried not to think about his dandruff-riddled hair as he humped her. After finally getting hard and forcing himself into her folds, he came and she felt momentary relief as he pulled out and dressed her again. He began to button his trousers, and the fleeting relief turned to horror as she began to grow again, her belly straining mightily against the buttons of her dress. The pain was intense, but the fear and shame she felt as she watched her already burdened belly double in size dwarfed any physical pain. What was happening to her?

The cardinal barely gave her a look before striding confidently away. Who would believe her? She was a slut and he was a man of god. Benedictine dragged herself to her feet, and continued to stumble in the direction of the midwife's cottage.

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They had tied four cots together, in the end. Other than sleeping on the floor, there was no other furniture in the building that could hold her. After the midwife had been unable to help, she'd returned home, but everyone in her neighborhood was terrified of her. They believed her possessed, and no one would greet her. Her landlord silently handed her a bundle of her belongings, blocking her door. the message was clear, she and her ominously pregnant belly were not welcome here.

Out of options, she began a long, blistering walk to a neighboring village, hoping word had not traveled and she could play the widowed mother until whatever was inside her was born. Once there, although they didn't chase her out of town, the villagers were suspicious of her presence and unwilling to help her beyond the basics of a clean place to stay and weekly groceries taken from the extras each housewife had to spare. Any other expenses she'd had to sell herself to earn, but after each tryst with a drunk farmer she got bigger, until she had to stop before her pregnancy became so large she became crushed under her own weight.

When she was obviously immobile, the villagers could no longer ignore her helplessness, and the decision was made by the town constable to take her to the hospital, where she lived for four months while waiting for Nathan to return. She'd told them she was engaged to a sailor away on a voyage, but she'd left out the part about her pregnancy having begun after he'd left, exactly a year ago. She'd also let them believe her pregnancy was a normal length, and left out the full-term immediately part. She needed her hosts to pity her as an expectant mother of multiple strong sons of the land, not fear her as a carrier of demons.

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He had spent twelve months imagining the hundreds of scenarios that could have played out with the magic tea and his flirty beau. Anxious--more terrified than excited if he was honest--to see her, he almost missed his captain shouting to him as he headed toward home.

"There's a message for you! Benedictine is in Portsmouth, staying at the hospital there. You're expected to meet her there."

"Thank you, Captain!" he replied over his shoulder as he waded into the sea of carriages, trying to hail a hackney cab.

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He couldn't believe what he was seeing. When he had left, his wife had been a normal size for a middle class New England goodwife, maybe a little thin. What he was seeing in front of him was an unrecognizable creature. Her thin arms and legs rested on a wooden platform built with a cut-out circle in the center, so her enormous stomach could rest on the bed below. She couldn't lift her head, and her breasts were quite swollen and hanging down over the platform, ridiculously dwarfed by the pregnant orb of her stomach. "Her belly must measure at least five feet in length," he thought to himself, "and perhaps four feet wide. She is impossibly pregnant."

She turned her head with effort and spotted him. Instantly she started to struggle, trying to lift her head further to turn toward him and smile. "My love, you're back safely," she called to him.

He stopped right before her outstretched arm could touch him. "Don't touch me, you whore." He coldly surveyed her. "I don't know what you did while I was risking my life, but these are not my children. I will not care for them, and I will not care for the woman who made them with other men while I was gone. I'm leaving you, and I never want to see you again. But before I go, I think I'm going to take advantage of your current state."

He climbed up on her platform and found where her pussy was underneath her skirts. He shoved himself inside her and angrily fucked her, ignoring her cries of pain, until he splattered the inside of her swollen vagina with his cum. He was cleaning himself up and walking away when he heard the groaning of the wooden platform as her belly began to swell with another child. He laughed aloud as he realized what the tea must have done to her. She gets more pregnant every time she has sex! What an incredibly fitting punishment.

"No, don't leave me," she screamed, sobbing. The wooden platform cracked and groaned, but ultimately it was her taxed womb that suffered, since she was now stuffed into the platform so tightly that it was digging several inches deep into her now significantly larger belly. She screamed for her hosts, for her lover, and for God, as her bulging, whale sized middle began to pulse with contractions.

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Puppy Problems

Oof, Cinnamon came to a stop after only a block. Her swollen belly nearly dragged on the ground--there was no way she could keep up with the pack. They circled back when they noticed she was missing, and King, bigger than her and formerly patient with her, doing his guardian breed ancestors proud, immediately started to berate her.

"Cinnamon--you're useless," he snapped. "You haven't caught a rat in a year. You're too pregnant to keep up." She hung her head. "And then there's the puppies," he continued, "and then we suddenly have eight more mouths to feed. Enough already. The next time you come into heat you need to fight them off."

The eighteen-month-old spaniel sighed. He was right, she'd been continuously pregnant since she was six months old. She couldn't keep up with her street pack or contribute to hunting or protecting the other dogs. But she just couldn't say no when she was in heat. 

She did think King was being a bit unfair. His long, wolfy legs carried him much more quickly over the pavement than hers could, even when her belly didn't drag on the ground. And he didn't seem to mind making the puppies with her! Just last month when she had come into her season, King's cock had been one of the first to split her. But he wasn't wrong, even though Star had carried a few litters, she never seemed to get as pregnant as Cinnamon. Plus, she was a greyhound, and her belly started a lot higher off the ground than Cinnamon's!

A few weeks later Cinnamon's pups were born. She had to hang out around the back of the grocery store, behind the dumpsters. The rest of the pack knew they'd get caught right away if they had such young puppies with them. There was enough to eat by the dumpsters and she could hide the puppies in the swales when the grocery distribution trucks pulled up. She was bored and lonely, but King was right to leave her here. He was a good pack leader, even though he yelled.

They'd been gone for two days when Cinnamon came into heat again. The males started to come for miles around. She snapped at the first few errant beagles and pit mixes that came near her, but by the time the big boys arrived, her willpower was gone and her hormones were telling her to let them help her make a bunch of new mutts. The first to mount her was a Rottweiler, then two mastiff mixes, a lab, and three foxhounds. And they just kept finding her, and she just kept backing up into them, whining and giving them little spaniel kisses as they crushed her with their muscular bodies and ejaculated in her overtaxed pussy. By the time the pack got back she had had 18 cocks inside her. 

The guys smelled her when they got back. Star looked at her in disdain, and sniffed around the compost bins, waiting for her packmates to come to their senses. Her packmates began to mount her, hormones turning them from the boys who brought her bits of cheese when she was too pregnant to move, but who were now males, be-hackled and focused on continuing their genetic lines. She was supposed to leave the pack when she came into heat, but between having her latest puppies and getting fucked senseless by the entire neighborhood, she didn't have the time. So now she was being pounded again. She was exhausted but if they had stopped she would have begged for more and crawled to them and licked their chins until they fucked her more.

It was only a few weeks until her belly announced that she was heavily pregnant again. She was so big after only a month that she couldn't move. Her legs simply didn't reach around her swollen middle. And she was only halfway done with her pregnancy. The boys, assholes though they could be, started to worry about her. "What happened?" they asked. "Oh," she said, ashamed, "I think the guys I had this time were...really big dogs." "WHAT?!" King shouted. "You'll get yourself killed having a big's dogs pups. You irresponsible slut." 

Cinnamon, with tears in her eyes, continued "and there were...a lot of them. And then you guys came back and I couldn't really stop you."

King stared. "How many do you think there are?"

Cinnamon gestured to her immobility. "I don't know, it could be fifteen. It could be more."

She smiled weakly, hoping a little flattery would get her out of this sticky situation with her pack leader. Without him, what would she do? "What can I say? I like big, fertile studs. I don't want to have more puppies but it just keeps happening to me."

After another week. her belly wasn't cute anymore. She could only comfortably lie half on her back, giant swollen mound of a tummy weighing her down. She couldn't move around much but she tried her best to nurse her young pups, who constantly screamed with hunger. Then she came into season again. Her pack went crazy, even her teenage sons from her first pregnancy, humping her prone body over and over as she moaned in pleasure. After every male had satisfied himself, she broke down in sobs, terrified. "What have I done to myself? How can I have more pups? I just can never say no. Not that I could have stopped them, with my massive round middle keeping me from being able to protect myself. I am so ashamed."

Two weeks later an improbably huge Cinnamon was howling in pain while giant pup after giant pup passed through her birth canal. After two hours of pushing out even more unwanted puppies, she was about half the size she had been but still undeniably, massively pregnant. She thought back to her surprise second heat and began to cry. "Help me," she begged her pack, as her 17 new puppies began to fight her eight older puppies for nipples. She tried to massage her still swollen stomach, achingly full of the next litter. And that litter might have her son's puppy in it. She wished someone would put their cock inside her to make her less sad.

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Double Double Secret Trouble

Alyssa was the love of her life. Mina loved waking up next to her every day, and loved how tender Alyssa was with her step-children. When they had first met, Alyssa never judged Mina for selling her body, and accepted without question the babies that had resulted from her lax attitude toward birth control with her clients. But Mina had gone straight now, gotten a job as a waitress to support her four kids, and these days they lived together in monogamous domestic marital bliss. Alyssa was her best friend, her biggest cheerleader, and the sex was amazing...tender, raw, and afterwards they would laugh and eat ice cream. But now, Mina had a horrible secret. She tiptoed to the bathroom, ran the water, and threw up quietly.

When she stood back up she examined her body in the mirror. Her tummy wasn’t flat anymore, and it was going to get a lot bigger over the next few months. Alyssa was going to notice soon.

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Alyssa lay in bed panicking. She ran her hand over her belly, willing it to flatten again. She hadn’t meant to let the handsome cowboy put it all the way inside her, but she had been a little drunk and a lot curious about what a stiff cock would feel like inside her. She had been a gold star before she'd gotten in a fight with Mina and ran to the bar to blow off steam. She hadn't eaten dinner that night and ended up drunker than she expected to be, and apparently drunk, angry Alyssa wanted a big fat cock up her slit. And now not only had she cheated, but she was pregnant. Mina was definitely going to leave her, she would never get over the betrayal.

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Mina sighed and went to get dressed. Her waitress uniform still fit, although her middle was beginning to strain the fabric. She dreaded going to work and seeing her boss’s stupid grin, the self satisfied grin he’d worn ever since the night he’d convinced her she wasn’t really a lesbian...and all the times since then. She didn't know why she kept accidentally ending up behind the restaurant with her legs trembling, his sticky cum dripping down her thighs, but it had to stop now. He hadn’t noticed that he’d given her a big belly yet but he would soon, and he would notice it a lot sooner if he pressed up against her and felt how much bigger and softer her belly was than it used to be.

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A few months passed and neither woman would admit what was happening to them. When they made love they could barely reach each other with the roundness of their bellies pressing together, but still they pretended they had been totally faithful.

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The Apple Doesn't Fall

Larissa listened to her mother groan as she tried to get off the couch. Lazily, she wandered through the house, headed for the living room. Heavy with yet another child, mama certainly wasn’t going to be on her feet before Larissa got there.  She greeted her mother and cooed to her unborn sibling. She was the only one of Leona’s sixteen children who didn’t dread the birth of yet another baby on the off grid farm they’d lived on their entire lives. She hoped they’d get to keep this one. So many of her siblings had gone to live with their fathers or been taken by the state, there were only four left at the homestead. She loved babies, and had cherished the months she’d had with some of her younger siblings before they were sent off to be raised by someone who wasn’t a mentally addled doomsday prepper whose manic episodes often drove her to behavior that swelled her belly a few months later.

Larissa had breakfast amidst the chaos of Leona leaving for her job at a cheesesteak shop in the mall, her polyester company polo barely containing her round middle, and Larissa’s two younger brothers heading to high school. She and her sister had the house to themselves these days. They’d graduated high school but jobs were few and far between for eighteen-year-olds with no work experience and no special skills, and besides, there was a lot to do on the farm.

They set out to do chores now, and Larissa daydreamed about her secret—she’d decided it was time for her to have a baby, too.  Then no one would be able to take it away. She’d even picked out a father, one of her mother’s “boyfriends” who had always been kind to her. She finished her chores as quickly as she could and then texted him. When he arrived she was so nervous she could barely stammer out that she wanted to see him behind the llama shed.

Puzzled, he followed her but when she pulled her skirt up and pulled him towards her, she was shocked by his expression of disgust and the quickness with which he pushed her away. “Foolish girl!” He spat at her, before unleashing a devastating piece of information on her. “Don’t you know I’m your sire?” 

Her mother had never told her. Shaken, she ran into the house crying. All she wanted was to wash her face and hide in her bed for a while, but the door to the bathroom was locked. She grabbed the scissors they used to unjam the handle sometimes and jiggled it open, only to find her sister and the paperboy making out and giggling. Furious she slammed the door shut on them and ran away from the house, instinctively heading towards the neighborhood pond she fished at as a child. When she got there, breathing heavy, she saw a boy she’d never really talked to in high school. Angry and frustrated, she asked him if he thought she was pretty. When he stammered that he did, she unzipped his fly and felt for him. He was already half hard—she knew he would be. Eighteen year old boys were good for that. She mounted him and as he slid inside her it felt like a hot poker if the sizzling of her skin were pleasure, not fire. He came almost immediately and she laughed gently at him, then pushed him back on the grass to gently ride another awkward, sticky wave of cum out of him. 

Leona was nearing the time she’d need to give birth. It was impossible to pinpoint the date. When the baby had been conceived, there were a lot of visitors in and out of the bed in her corner of the yurt. She just knew, as an experienced mother does, that another baby was coming, and coming soon. She normally relied heavily upon her daughter Larissa, but Larissa was preoccupied these days. She had known she was pregnant almost immediately after she spent that evening with Rostan in the park, but the rate at which her belly was growing was alarming to her. “I can’t be more than three months pregnant,” she thought to herself, though looking down at her soft, round breasts perched on top of her plump, taut belly, she felt like a liar. She hadn’t even felt a quickening yet, but she couldn’t close her pants and her skirts were beginning to strain against the quickly growing bulge in her belly.

Suddenly, she reallly had to pee. Banging on the door of their only bathroom, she yelled to her sister to let her in. When Sophie unlocked the door, her face was worried. Larissa went to ask what was wrong, but she saw it before she needed to. Sophie’s belly was even bigger than hers. “I guess you and Daniel had done more than making out when I caught you guys, huh,” she said wryly. Sophie turned bright red and tried unsuccessfully to smooth her previously loose sweater over her swollen middle. She begged Larissa not to tell their mother, but Larissa just laughed and lifted her shirt to reveal her own little passenger. “I won’t tell mom, honey, and guess what? We’ll have babies the same age! That’ll be so cute.” Sophie only looked a tiny bit relieved. “Larissa, I don’t want a baby. I wanted to get out of here and live my own life! I’m eighteen and Daniel doesn’t even want to go steady. How am I going to take care of another life?”

“What the hell were you thinking then, opening your legs” Larissa retorted, and at that Sophie looked ashamed. She hung her head and Larissa could barely hear her. “What did you say?”

“I just wanted him in me so much. It felt so good and he was going to pull out but he liked the way I felt too much. And then we had already done it so he said we should do it again. And then we did it again, and then I just couldn’t ever say no to him. I was desperate for him, so desperate that even when my breasts started to ache and I was sick in the mornings I didn’t stop opening my legs and taking his cock inside me over and over. I’m such a slut, I cannot believe I promised myself I would never have a child and here I am, pregnant at the same time as my fucking mother.”

Larissa tried to hug Sophie, but the eight months of pregnant belly in between them, lightly touching, were an uncomfortable reminder of the sore subject, so instead they sat in silence. That is, until the shrieks of their mother sent them running outside. 

It was two weeks later, and the three pregnant Wolf women lay in varying states of undress in the living room. Leona was in the throes of a manic episode and Larissa and Sophie needed to watch her at every moment. It was exhausting. She still hadn’t given birth, and the girls were terrified of how that might go with her mental state as it was currently.

Furthermore, at the clinic where they’d given them a prescription for heavy sedatives for Leona, they’d ultrasounded Larissa’s unusually round middle and found that the unlucky girl was carrying triplets. Sophie refused to be subjected to an ultrasound, even though her belly was so big now it stuck out underneath the old army coat she wore as a winter coat, and had to be cinched with a piece of twine.

Larissa didn't have time to bully Sophie into medical care. She was too busy reeling from the knowledge that her foolish plan of trying to have a baby was the dumbest fucking thing she’d ever done. Here she was, fat with child, as her crazy mother got ready to give birth to another one of her siblings, and her twin sister was getting more and more depressed by the swelling of her middle and the destruction of her bright future that faded away a little more each day as she woke up with a little more of Daniel's baby in her belly.

Shockingly, Rostan refused to claim the child, well, children inside Larissa. She had waddled to his house and begged him in front of his parents to admit that her stomach was round because of what they'd done together. She cried that she was not a slut, that Rostan can't leave her alone with three children before she was nineteen years of age. But he didn't listen and his disgusted parents threw her out, muttering all the while about the apple not falling far from the tree. She was going to have to birth three babies and then raise them on this farm. And she knew she would likely need to raise Sophie’s child as well. The pressure of the unwanted pregnancy was beginning to erode Sophie’s mind, and Larissa didn’t want her to end up like their mother. She had to find a way of saving Sophie from herself. Right now, her sister was curled up in the fetal position, or, as close to it as you can get when your middle is stuffed to the brim with the paperboy’s baby.

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Never Never Man

Anchored down. That's how he felt. He resented the slim, androgynous boy the flashback photo Facebook had just shown him--back when he was seventeen, before he met Rowdy.

His parents had always been supportive of him, but they wanted him to wait until he was eighteen to take any physical steps toward his transition, like testosterone. He absolutely couldn't wait, and had a little calendar for crossing off each day until May 10th, his birthday. Of course, he wouldn't actually be able to abruptly take testosterone or get surgery on his birthday, that was just the initial establishing care appointment. But still, he dreamed of the day when his jaw would sharpen, he could grow a beard, and no one would ever call him ma'am again.

At his monthly Anime Club meeting, he noticed that the new senior, an eighteen year old weeb from Southern California who had transferred recently, was staring at him. He made a silly face, and the new kid laughed. They chatted after the club meeting, and ended up walking around town for four hours. He had never met anyone like Rowdy, and when you're seventeen, that means everything. They fell in love over iced coffees at the library, hours of shitty pirated anime, and telling jokes that made them groan, but then crack up uncontrollably. On his eighteenth birthday, it just made sense that Rowdy was the one whose shoulder he rested his head on, gazing lazily at the spring night sky. He was sleeping over for his birthday, and they were trying to stay up all night, just to say they' could'd done it.

"I know what we could do to stay awake," Rowdy said, winking at him charmingly. He groaned, and reminded Rowdy that he wanted to wait until he started T to have sex. "But honey, you are so sexy, I just can't resist you!" Rowdy growled, with wandering hands.

"You're so masculine, I just want to make you feel good. Let me see your sexy body." The kisses and gentle, desperate groping felt so good that he let Rowdy take off his pants, and then his boxers, and then Rowdy's mouth was on him, and his eyes rolled back in his head. "yeah fuck, ok do whatever oh my god" was enough for Rowdy and suddenly he found himself deliciously filled, contracting around Rowdy's girthy cock.

Once he'd started, he couldn't stop. Teenagers aren't very good at wrapping it up when they're in love for the first time, and sure enough, three months later, his chickens came home to roost. When picking up his first T prescription from the pharmacy, he suddenly felt bile bubbling up in his throat, and gratefully ran into the bathroom the pharmacy tech directed him to, where he vomited as quietly as he could. One of the other techs silently handed him a pregnancy test. He stared at the "pregnant" for five minutes before walking slowly out of the pharmacy in shock.

He and Rowdy moved in together and Rowdy supported them with his part time job at the gas station. An abortion was out of the question. Rowdy's sister struggled with infertility and it was triggering for him to even talk about it, knowing how much she desperately wanted a healthy child. "Your body is making a miracle," Rowdy told him, "you probably just think you don't look manly enough with a child inside you, but I think it's the most masculine thing in the world. Don't you want to have a baby with me, handsome? Don't you want to take advantage of this beautiful gift?"

It didn't feel like a beautiful gift. The old, lewd men didn't think he was handsome when he waddled to the diaper section in the supermarket. They thought he was a young mother. The sympathetic moms at the free clinic where he went for his prenatal care didn't think he was handsome. "Make sure he marries you after this one, lovey," a well meaning woman whispered to him, patting his hand while they waited. "You're too young a girl to be doing this on your own, and marriage offers you at least some legal protection." The kids that had been in his graduating class coming home from college breaks and seeing him waiting at a bus stop, big belly pushing his legs apart, they didn't think he was handsome. They thought he was another pregnant teenage girl, too stupid to keep herself from giving her boyfriend a baby instead of going to college.

He cried to Rowdy, but Rowdy told him it was all in his head. "Don't worry baby," he soothed his pregnant boyfriend, "as soon as our little miracle is born, you can start T and we will already have a child! Queer couples all over the country would die for our situation."

But that's not what happened. You can't take testosterone when you're breastfeeding, and Rowdy said it really would be best for the baby to breastfeed. We'll call it chest-feeding," he said, as he pinched a nipple between his fingers, "It's only in your head that it's not a man's job to feed his beautiful baby."

It's difficult to keep track of your periods when you're postpartum, and Rowdy always wanted to make me feel good before we went to sleep, so when life had stabilized a little and it was time to go back to the endocrinologist, it wasn't exactly a surprise when she discovered a sibling lurking, ruining the chance at a T prescription yet again.

After his second baby was born, they couldn't afford to live in Rowdy's apartment on his gas station salary, so they moved in with Rowdy's older brother in a mid-sized city nearby. Although he was horribly lonely and bored with two infants at home, the city had a decent trans health clinic and he had finally gotten the damn T prescription. They even helped him set up his consultation for top surgery, and the surgery date had been set.

But then a national testosterone shortage delayed his prescription by a few days, and he had to take his shot slightly late. He had never successfully convinced Rowdy to use any other birth control than the T, so the medication mix up had consequences. "For a young, sexually active guy like you who has had two previous pregnancies," the clinic gynecologist explained, though far too late to prevent a third child in two years from delaying his transition plans, "that can be risky."

"And Rowdy can never leave me alone, and I can never let him," he thought miserably to himself. "So I guess I'm going to stay a boy with heavy tits resting on my globe of a belly, pregnant again."

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Reblog if you're an NSFW blog not run by a cis dude.

I need more people to follow but the only blogs I'm finding are boring dudes who all post the same generic black and white gifs and I'm not into it.

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Too Many Little Joys

Hannah was a little tipsy the first time she'd kissed a centaur. Her friends had slipped a bottle of brandy out back of the stables and were sitting around giggling when he came up. They, foolishly young, invited him to drink, and as they felt the warm glow of intoxication come over them they began to flirt. Hannah was the shyest about this and so he kissed her. Something electric happened inside her and she pulled back.

The next time she saw a centaur was at a bonfire. They weren't exactly invited but they showed up sometimes, tall and silent and mysterious. She ended the evening with her mouth wrapped around his long cock. After that it was over, she was hooked. 

The evening after her nineteenth birthday she snuck away from school and started walking into the wilderness. She kept going until she could hear hoofbeats. She came upon the stable she was looking for and she wandered through the camp looking for he colt she'd sucked off at the bonfire two weeks earlier. On her way across the camp, the male centaurs focused very intently on her. A few of the better looking males began reaching their hands out to her as she passed and after a few minutes she gave in. A silver haired stallion pulled her into his tent and poured a green drink into a cup, dipping his finger in and putting it on her tongue. It was delicious. She looked up into his eyes and he gently turned her around and suddenly she felt a sharp and intense pain combined with the most pleasure she had ever felt. She weakly protested at first but then just moaned in delicious agony until he rutted inside her and withdrew. He kissed her on the cheek and sent her out the door.

This happened a few more times with a few different studs before she found the colt she was looking for. She lost no time pulling him into her and bucking against him until he too had filled her.

It took a only a few weeks before her belly was decidedly swollen. "I didn't know this could happen!" She panicked, looking down at her precociously plump and decidedly round belly. "Of course it can, but this will be a risky pregnancy for you-you'll get very, very big. Most human women survive it though. Mares usually fare better but some of us like the humans better." He winked at her. "I never would have had sex with them if I had known," she moaned. "Wait...you let other stallions come inside you?" "Yes, but don't be jealous..." "no, forget about that! You're going to die!"

He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his back. She could barely reach his waist to hug it but if she angled her swollen front to the side a little she could manage. He ran for a few minutes before coming to a small stable. She got off with some difficulty and walked with him up to the first stall. In it lay a woman who was on all fours except for a belly that prevented all four of her limbs from touching the ground at once. She could barely move and she definitely couldn't walk. She moaned in pain as she unsuccessfully tried to cradle her massive belly.  

"That woman is nine months pregnant with one centaur baby. By my calculations you're pregnant with five or six. I don't think you're going to make it."

Hannah nearly passed out. Well, in that case, time to get more pregnant, she thought. If I'm going to die anyway I might as well get some more dick.

A month later, Hannah regretted every choice she'd made since she first saw a centaur. She'd run away crying from her new boyfriend after learning how dangerous her condition was, and she'd let three more centaurs mount her before he'd found her and pulled the last one off.

"Get the fuck away from her you vultures," he'd growled, and threw the overburdened girl on his back. He'd guarded her every moment since then, rarely allowing her to leave the tent, not that it was very easy for her to do so these days. He'd offered to have the healer look at her to see how many she was having, but she refused. It was too painful to know that she'd signed her own death warrant by being a greedy stupid slut.

Now, two months into her pregnancy, she did get restless. Aside from pestering him to at least let her play with his cock, there was nothing to do but rest and eat and daydream. So when one day he wasn't sitting outside the bone and hide structure they were currently calling home, she thought she'd take the opportunity to sit outside and try to talk to someone, anyone.

As she hauled herself to a sitting position she noted with concern that her belly already reached her knees and filled her lap totally full. It was like a big warm beach ball that prevented her from bending over or touching her toes. She pushed away the terrifying thought of how exactly it would happen--would she die in childbirth? Would she simply become so pregnant that her body shut down? She shook her head to clear the thought and began to climb out the front door. But she had mis-calculated how narrow the door was and how wide she was. She turned around and decided to crawl through it backwards. If she pushed hard she thought she could make it.

The doorframe refused to budge. She grunted and pushed, but there was no forcing it through. She sighed, and tried to crawl back into the tent. But it wouldn't budge that way either. She was starting to feel very exposed, with her legs and ass in the air sticking out her tent, and soon enough she felt a familiar feeling. A giant, meaty centaur cock was splitting her open. Rage and arousal and relief churned within her, but when he came, violently, she noticed something horrible. Her belly began to really hurt, and she realized the whalebone doorframe was pressing even harder into her sides than it had been. Is it possible that he shoved another baby into me, she thought? It couldn't be growing in me this soon. And yet, that's what it felt like.

Her boyfriend was so disgusted with her that he left her in the tent door and put a chastity belt on her. She got visibly bigger every day until her stomach's unhinged growth snapped the ties holding the whalebone together, and she was finally free of her tent door tutu. The relief was short lived, however, since by her third month of pregnancy she was so big she was unable to walk, and had to sit upright with her enormous mound shoving her knees apart.

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Professor's Helpmeet

She felt a thrill run through her the first time she saw him in her freshman history seminar. He reminded her of an action hero, but skinnier, and in tweed. When he lectured, his whole face came alive, and he made dusty archeology texts come alive with history and knowledge. His class soon became her favorite, and she began to linger after class. One day, two weeks before Christmas break, he asked her if she’d like to have drinks and discuss one of her assignments. She managed to stammer out that she was only twenty, and he apologized and offered dinner instead. Blushing, she accepted.

He picked her up and she was stiff with nervousness. He offered her his vape and she took a hit and instantly felt giddy and hopeful. She giggled and settled back into her seat, and he took off. He showed off on the way there, driving way too fast and trying to kiss her. Before they got to the restaurant, he pulled off the highway and pulled her onto his lap. They had sex again, after dinner, at his place, and then they had wine and had sex again. Then he took her home and warned her that if they were caught the school would tear them apart, so she promised to keep it a secret.

After an agonizing, lonely month at home she came back and “discussed her assignments” with him again, and again. Then he left on a two month site visit with his graduate students and when he returned she was much too pregnant to hide it from her parents in two weeks when they picked her up at semester’s end. He hissed angrily at her as she struggled to hoist herself into the car so they could leave and discuss their situation. She finally got control of her belly and maneuvered into his coupe, and they sped off once again to his bachelor pad. 

How could you let this happen? He demanded, while she cowered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t find out until you’d already left and I didn’t know what to do!” “How far along are you?” “I don’t know, I haven’t gone to the doctor, I was too scared.” Then he praised her. “It’ll be our secret,” he said. “You’re of age, you’ll drop out and we’ll get married.” And that’s what happened. She withdrew, told her parents she was doing an exclusive internship over the summer, and had a miserable wedding, fat and hot in the summer heat, barely fitting into an oversized white sundress at the courthouse with the clerk as the witness. At least this isn’t his first shotgun wedding, she thought. She gave birth at home to surprise twins, and when she had recovered, called her parents to tell them she’d been married. 

Unfortunately, she discovered the suave, worldly man was a different man when they were married. He was usually drunk, and he expected sex constantly, as well as her help keeping his schedule together for classes. And his laundry, of course. Her babies were only four months old when she felt a telltale flutter right below her belly button again. 

He started gambling after her fifth baby. She was heavily pregnant with her sixth when she became desperate for a way to make money, and her husband began to whore her out to his gambling friends. She got a break from “work” after her baby was born, but not from him, and she desperately prayed as he thrust in her that he wasn’t putting a baby in her belly. Baby number six, two weeks old, suckled at her breast as she endured him. 

Two months after her last birth, she was hysterical. No one had heard or seen from her husband in a month. Their creditors are after her and she has no idea how to get ahold of him. Two weeks later, six weeks in total after he fled the coop, in desperation, she appeals to his gambling buddies. They let her fuck them for some of the debt repaid. The next month her swollen breasts and nausea announce that she was not lucky after all.

She doesn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief that she is not pregnant by one of her husbands shitty friends, or to curse the day he was born. Not only did he leave her in danger with no money and six children, he left another fucking baby in her pregnant belly, to sneak up on her as she begged for help for her family. And unfortunately for her, a few months later she needed a wheelchair to get around because she had been a petite 90 lbs and he had put triplets in her twenty four year old middle, swelling her up so big she got stuck in the narrow hallways of their apartment on the rare occasions she was able to walk, given how off balance her center of gravity was. She was small, and these babies were so, so big. And the six children under five she already had were not getting any easier to care for as their siblings blew their mother up to an unrecognizably round, helpless, and often crying creature.

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Trapped By Love and Bellies

My boyfriend was a devoted father, extremely handy, a great cook, and he made me laugh. I’d never wanted marriage or kids, and I firmly refused to marry him. but when I got pregnant right after graduation he was so happy that I decided to keep it…and the next one. And the next one. I was trying to work my way ahead as a fashion writer and back to back pregnancies made it difficult, but I worked hard and I made director after my third baby was born. But I wouldn’t marry him even though we had several children together because it made me feel so trapped. And after three pregnancies and three births and breastfeeding three babies nonstop, I was really, really done. We didn’t have sex for two years. And then I slipped up. What do you know, baby number four was on the way before I realized it. 

I broke up with him in a rage as soon as I realized I was pregnant, but quickly realized I couldn’t work and parent four kids without him. We lived together and co-parented our kids while our fourth and last child grew inside me. And he was so sweet and so contrite that I took him back. After all, the only thing wrong with him was that I wanted his dick in me so badly it kept giving me babies I didn’t want.

When our fourth child was a toddler I found out about his other children. While we’d been apart he’d gotten our 22 yr old neighbor pregnant, and then a yoga mom he met at the grocery store. He hadn't been very involved with the children, and I couldn’t really blame him for sleeping with other women since I refused to marry him or even have sex with him. But it hurt.

And it took a while to repair our bond, and there were a lot of huge fights, and then a little sex, and then less fights and more sex, and then my belly started to swell with the product of all the reconnecting we'd been doing. My initial reaction was exhaustion at the idea of another 18 years of catering to yet another tiny adorable tyrant. But then I let myself accept it. it keeps happening. He loves you. You love him. He takes good care of the babies he constantly puts in you. And he takes really, really good care of you.

But that is when I started to see them…our exhausted neighbor, breastfeeding an eight month old with a ripe belly hanging out of the bottom of her sweatshirt. No boyfriend. The yoga mom. Single, ringless, struggling to get her four year old, my boyfriend’s secret one year old, and her suspiciously round middle into her station wagon.

And then the most embarrassing thing of all: the intern at my company who had assured me she was “just friends” with him when I had noticed their extensive instagram messages on his phone was outgrowing her stylish clothes faster than she could replace them on her Junior salary. When I confronted her she confessed that she was in trouble and it was twins, and since she had just turned twenty six her parents’ health insurance wouldn’t cover her anymore. It was all I could do to stop myself from remarking that health insurance wasn’t the only thing failing to cover her. The blazer she’d tried this morning to hide her swollen middle was barely hanging on by a button. If she kept crying in my office, I thought, her belly was going to burst through. She didn’t know who the father was, she had a few one night stands and then confessed that my boyfriend was at least four of them. They might not be his though, she said hopefully.

I fired her on the spot, and then I ran to my private bathroom to throw up. I couldn't tell whether it was from the anger and humiliation of learning that the love of my life was the town sperm donor or the nausea that his fifth child kicking in my gut was causing, but I hated him so much either way.