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Getting knocked up by your werewolf boyfriend. Every month on the full moon the baby suddenly triples in size making your belling bulge and strain. It's painful and terrifying. Your boyfriend curls up next to you and nuzzles your belly, whining as you moan in pain. The baby also gets much more active, rolling and kicking inside you making your whole belly shake and writhe.

In a very unfortunate coincidence you go into labor just before the full moon. You are desperate to get the baby out before it transforms. It's already on the large side for a human baby but if it transforms inside of you it's going to be enormous.

Unfortunately you're still only six centimeters when the moon comes out. Your scream as your belly grows to a frankly ridiculous size. The contractions are suddenly so much more intense, your body having to work so much harder to bring the gargantuan werewolf baby down through your cervix. Your boyfriend is there but it's hard for him to do much to help you while he's transformed.

You keep laboring and soon enough you feel the urge to push. You try but the baby is so big you are barely able to move it. The gigantic head lodges itself tightly between your hips. Your heave and strain, desperate to relieve the horrible pressure but it seems impossible to make any progress. You're going to be stuck like this until the sun comes up and there are hours yet to go.

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You had discovered this seemingly untouched paradise a few months ago, while on a solo trip, making camp whenever the sun threatened to set. You have never seen anything like it, truly; a stunning, wide waterfall into a massive lake, surrounded by foliage and trees that quickly thickened mere yards from the lake itself. Enticing flowers, soft native grasses, preening ferns, all encased by tall, withstanding, trees with an abundant of leaves.

You hadn't expected what lurked in the pond, but you had seen the teasing of a cave opening behind the waterfall. It was hot, you had been walking, and you were sweaty, and most of all- alone, so you thought. Surely a quick dip would hurt, right?

You dropped your gear far enough away to not get wet, stripped your clothes and laid them out to dry, and swam into the lake, brushing past what felt like water plants.

It was but mere minutes of splashing about and enjoying yourself when, suddenly, what you thought was a plant quickly wrapped itself around your leg, another taking your other leg, and as what felt like suckers began to stick to your legs for a better grip, you realized that what you had brushed was not, in fact, plant-like at all.

Too little, too late- suddenly there were more tentacles- because these had to be tentacles, even if they belonged to no octopus or squid on the planet- began to brush against you, wind around your waist to better hold you in place despite all your efforts to struggle out.

And then, one of them, a much thicker-feeling one, brushed against your most sensitive spot, and your body reacted as all bodies do, and whatever it was that had you seemed to know it too.

You didn't even have time to gasp, before that tentacle was teasing your folds, finding your warming hole, and burrowing in.

Any sound you would have made was cut off by the sudden rush of being filled, and then the tentacle continued to push in even further, stretching you out, stuffing your pussy full, and then going even further- past your cervix, which oddly enough didn't even hurt.

You felt hot, all over but especially in your core and your clit and your hole. You felt yourself getting wet, despite being in the water. You had stopped struggling the moment the tentacle found its way inside you and had opened your legs wider, to allow more of it in.

The tentacle made its way into your warm, ready womb, and began to feel around, pushing and prodding at different areas, before oh-so-slowly retreating. You swore you were there for entire minutes as it pulled out of you.

Once it did, you heavily mourned its loss, but you had barely a moment to brace as you were pulled forward, into the waterfall and then behind it into the cave and then further, away from the sunlight and into the dark, where the tentacles glowed but not enough to reveal what had you.

You were laid on the stone floor where it sloped into the water, your bottom half submerged, and the tentacles wrapped around you again and spread your legs as far as they could go, except this time more held you down by the torso, entwining around your plump tits, and bound your arms above you.

You watched in odd anticipation as a tentacle that had to be even thicker than the last felt you down, teased your fold open much like the last one, and bulled into your hole without hesitation. You were filled up almost immediately, and then stretched further than you thought possible, and a single, short and utterly filthy moan escaped you.

The tentacle thrust into you as much as possible, but it didn't go past your cervix, and instead seemed to pull out of you almost as slowly as the last one- this creature was fucking you.

And you felt nothing but pleasure and heat and the need for more- you wanted it to fill you to the brim, to burrow into your womb like the last one and stay there.

It was teasing you by pulling out so slowly. You whined and moaned and wordlessly begged. When it was just the tip left, it paused, and the excitement you felt at getting split again waned when it did nothing, just stayed there. You began to get restless, and frustrated, and needy.

And when you least expected it, it thrust into you again as fast as before, trying to fit even more of itself into you, and all you could do was shout in ecstasy.

When it pulled out, it went faster, and didn't wait for anything before bulling into you again. With every retreat, it got faster, and faster, and faster, and next thing you knew you were laying there getting endlessly fucked by it, no space to breath, constant whimpers and cute moans and trembling limbs. The tentacles coiled around your breasts began to squeeze in time, and suckers latched onto your nipples to suck in time, and next thing you knew you were approaching the edge-

And then, with one last, massive, fast fuck, it billowed in you, and pushed past your cervix, where you felt the tip expanding, and everything... stopped?

You whined, high and loud and slutty, looking down at where your pussy was stretched around a glowing tentacle, only to see something inside stretching the limb around it, moving down, down, down... to your entrance, where it stopped.

The creature tensed the muscles behind the egg, thrust the tentacle deeper into you, where the bulbous shape pushed past your folds, pushing against the walls of your pussy even more than the tentacle had, and you keened, higher than you thought possible for you and echoing throughout the cave, as it slowly inched its way further in, slipping past your cervix and into your womb, where you felt a rush of something, and the round shape settle into you. It was laying its eggs in you.

You had never been so wet.

Eagerly, you opened your legs impossibly wider, and watching with whoreish anticipation as each egg made its way to you, where you matched its thrusts to get the eggs inside of you as fast as possible, to settle into your waiting womb.

The space between each egg got shorter and shorter, until they were each coming right behind the other, and no more thrusts were needed because your entrance was perpetually kept stretched open enough for each egg to slip on by. The creature still did, at random, to keep you edging. This was the best fuck you've ever had.

Slowly, you watched your stomach expand as you quickly lost count of eggs, first a slight bulge, then a prominent one, and quickly enough you couldn't even see the tentacle nor your pussy anymore, and even further beyond. 9 months pregnant, then past due, then twins, then triplets, and even further beyond that. The tentacles shifted and rolled you onto your side as you got bigger and bigger, shifted everything inside of you and you almost came then and there.

Whole feet, then yards. You were pregnant with a whole adult person, then two.

It stopped at three, before exiting your cervix, but the expanded tip didn't shrink, and there were still eggs in it. It laid them in your hole, then, three of them- they kept you perpetually stretched out, and you knew you were going to be edging for a long while. You were excited at the idea, and felt a gush of slick in anticipation.

The third one sat right at the entrance to your hole, keeping your folds open, and the tip stayed inflated as it held them in place, before-

More tentacles, thinner than the last but still thick enough, multiple of them- you couldn't see past your engorged belly to count how many- pushed and fought their way past the eggs into you, at different speeds and stopping at different lengths inside, bulling into your womb and stopping right at it and only going halfway through or just shy of the tip, each of them fucking you at their own pace, and your screamed in a rush and blissful heat and joy and pure dopamine flooded your system, finally cumming, and the tentacles fucked you all the way through it and then past it, endlessly thrusting in and out until you were edging on a second orgasm, at the very precipice, before they each seemed to inflate in girth and then gushed themselves, fertilizing the eggs inside you.

Nothing dripped out, thanks to the one still holding everything in place, and centimeter by centimeter, all the limbs left you. The eggs in your pussy were so big that you couldn't close your legs together even if you wanted to, and your stomach was so absolutely massive that you couldn't even move. The other limbs around your waist and arms and tits stayed, keeping you in place. You were beyond frustrated, squirming and grinding your legs together to try and get you past that edge of the climax, but the tentacles stuck to your nipples and wound around your tits squeezed and sucked hard in punishment, and while it was delightful, it did nothing.

You were stuck, irritated in the best way, stuffed beyond measure, bound and naked until you laid the eggs or they hatched in you, and you were more than happy, honestly.

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Being pregnant, but with the young of your monster lover headcanons. <3

Werewolves can breed an average of 5 pups into you, so that’ll be a lot of kicking. Your breasts will naturally be swell up with ample milk for your pups, which is a natural change that some mates of werewolves aren’t prepared for. Also, be prepared to be knotted again and again throughout your pregnancy. There’s something about a pregnant mate that makes werewolves horny…

Tentacle monsters will deposit 50 to 100 eggs into you, but they’re usually small and jelly-like, so it’ll be easier when it comes to laying them. Your belly will slosh around with every step, and it’s common for a tentacle monster’s significant other to expel gelatinous material from their hole throughout the pregnancy. This is normal, as sometimes tentacle monster semen can’t escape the womb due to the eggs blocking the exit.

Dragon eggs are much harder to lay, unfortunately. They’re big, hard, and will hurt when being pushed out. It’s usually easier to have some sort of lubricant before laying dragon eggs (whether it be the knot of your dragon lover, or your own juices) Even then, however, they’ll tease you by crowning, only to drift back up into your womb. At least dragon mates usually only lay an average of 3 eggs…

Slime eggs commonly glow. You get to see you how they emit light out of your swollen belly, watching your bioluminescent young swirl around. Though gelatinous, they’re roughly the same size as dragon eggs and are linked together, so laying them can be mildly difficult. To help, slimes that have the ability to emit aphrodisiac pheromones will try to relax you, so that your walls can loosen up and push out the long chain of eggs. Roughly 10 to 15 eggs per pregnancy, though the numbers can increase depending on how many times your bred by your slime lover.

Minotaur/cow calves are huge. And I mean huge. Despite only averaging 1 calf each pregnancy, it feels like you have at least 10 inside of your womb. It’ll be almost impossible to sit up, let alone walk. And it doesn’t help that your breasts will be supple with sweet milk, weighing you down even more. It helps to be milked to get rid of that extra weight, though it’ll only provide a couple of days of relief before your breasts are ready for milking again. Birthing will be painful, but at least you were prepped a bit by a giant bull cock.

Any other thoughts? <3

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Hate being horny but not knowing what I'm in the mood to kack off to

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you gotta imagine a knight who fucked up somewhere stripped nude and chained to a pole in the dragon stables, squirming and whimpering as a dragon bigger than a draft horse snuffles and licks all over his body before forcefully shoving its snout between his legs and thrusting its tongue deep into him until his hips buck automatically with each plunge of the powerful muscle

you gotta imagine him crying a bit from the sheer sensation as the dragon rears up and grabs the pole, lining its cock up with his pussy and thrusting upwards hard enough to lift his feet off the ground as the spines catch on his insides and he *screams*

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thinking of slime permapreg...

Imagine a novice mage, out in the forest to gather spell components. Crouched down, picking herbs, not keeping an eye on their surroundings. They're barely a mile into the forest, nothing dangerous would risk getting this close to civilisation.

Nothing dangerous would, but a slime might. They don't have brains after all, operating only on instinct. Mostly, these instincts are "consume, multiply, defend". They eat until they're big enough to split in two, and they fight anyone or anything trying to keep them from these two tasks. There are other species though, too small to fight, and too stupid to do anything but find a warm, small place to lay their eggs.

Such a slime just happened to be among the plants where our young mage was foraging. Sensing their warmth, the slime slithered beneath their robes and up one leg.

At the first touch of cold slime on their bare skin, the mage shrieked and dropped their basket, snatching up their robes to find a blue-ish slime, barely big enough to fill a cooking pot. They breathed a sigh of relief, not feeling any acid or constricting arms, and shook off the slime. While they were reaching for one of their textbooks on the forest floor, the slime immediately resumed its mission.

The book told the mage that they had just met a harmless slime, one of the egg-laying species. Quite harmless, and rather rare. Mainly because its eggs had potent magical properties, but it was hard to cultivate the slimes in captivity and the wild ones had been hunted nearly to extinction.

Immersed in their reading, the mage thoughtlessly wiped the slime from their leg a few more times, until the cold sensation had become background noise. They were so engrossed that they paid no mind to the outside world at all, until they felt a wetness between their legs. The slime was pushing against their crotch. The mage froze for a few agonizing moments, feeling the slime moving with clear intent, and then looked down at the paragraph they were just reading. The one about slime reproduction, and how many had failed to deduce the exact method to grow and harvest these lucrative eggs. No one had thought to incubate the eggs themselves, though.

No one until now, as the mage's mind was quickly filling with thoughts of a discovery that would make them famous and fill their coffers. A gold-filled womb that would launch their career. A filled womb... The thought did not repulse them as it rightly should, but instead sent a thrill through their body they had not felt before, not helped by the slime still bumping their increasingly slick groin. No one would have to know until they had results... If things went wrong they could take care of it and keep it quiet.

In a daze, almost unthinkingly (or so they later told themself), the mage crouched down as they had been at the slime's first touch and pulled their underwear down their thighs with trembling fingers.

Feeling slick skin, the slime started moving with purpose again, sliding between the mage's folds, over their throbbing sex, probing at their hole that was already leaking. The mage gasped and wobbled precariously, grabbing onto a nearby tree just in time to stay upright, and then stilled, not wanting to frighten the slime away. They needn't have worried, for it was already slowly pushing in, a sensation that was wholly unfamiliar yet maddeningly good.

Some small part of the mage's brain whispered about how the slime would fit, and whether it could even get all the way in, but the rest of them was lost in a fog of arousal and pleasure. The slime was filling them up, insistently pushing deeper, until the mage felt their orgasm wash over them, followed directly by a sharp pain and then a weight settling deep into their core. Cautiously feeling between their legs, they realized the slime was now fully inside, and sat down heavily in the grass.

Once the muscle spasms and the harsh panting had abated, they rose on their legs like a newborn foal, gathered up their things, and ambled home, still getting used to the new weight in their womb.

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Horny thought of the day: getting knocked up by some forest deity.

You have a strange dream you forget upon waking. There was a tall creature with antlers, touching you, making you feel good. Leaving you gasping on the forest floor, clutching your belly.

But you wake up in your bed, like every morning, barely remembering why you woke up wet and flushed.

Months pass, and your belly grows into a firm, tight little bump. At first it's barely noticeable, maybe your pants are a little tighter. But there's a weight that wasn't there before, like a stone sitting under your navel. One day, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror from just the right angle. You spend minutes just looking, taking off clothes, sucking in your stomach. In profile, your reflection looks pregnant. But you haven't had sex in months. And if you'd gotten pregnant then, you'd be overdue by now. So this little belly must be something else.

You should probably see a doctor, but the idea makes your skin crawl. Maybe a walk will clear your head.

Being in the forest is a like balm to your frayed nerves. The birdsong and the vivid autumn colors are a welcome distraction. Walking briskly, you soon find yourself breathing hard, heat rising in your cheeks. Something stirs in your stomach, the heat pools there and turns your thoughts to the growing wetness between your legs. It's unbearable. You've never felt like this before.

It wasn't a conscious decision to walk deeper into the forest, but the trail is no where in sight when you realize you're touching yourself. You can't walk back like this, and there's no one around, so...

Slumped against a tree, you push your pants down, eager to get to the throbbing between your legs. But when your hands skim your belly, it sends shockwaves of pleasure through you. It's so intense, you give in immediately and close your eyes, rubbing the tight little swell with one hand while the other finishes undoing your fly.

You don't notice the wind changing directions, the animal noises growing louder, or even the scent of wet soil and dead leaves growing so thick it hangs in the air like mist.

You don't notice anything until you come with a shout, muscles flexing, your heartbeat pounding in every vein. When your breathing slows down, you lean back, close your eyes and you almost drift off to sleep when a dull pain suddenly radiates out from the pit of your stomach. Something inside is pulsing, thrashing, and you realize with a start that your belly has doubled in size. It fit in your cupped hand this morning, but now your undone fly gapes around the tight skin over your womb.

You stumble back to the trail, one hand holding your pants up and the other holding your jacket down, and you don't take a full breath until you're back at home with the door locked behind you.

In seconds, you're back in front of the mirror, clothes forgotten on the floor. The sight of yourself so much bigger than mere hours ago makes your knees buckle under you. Sprawled across your bed, leaning backward on your elbows, you look even bigger. With trembling fingers, you touch the soft skin where belly meets hips and stroke all the way up to your navel, which sits proud on the very top, so shallow it's in danger of popping out.

You don't look anywhere near full term, but your womb sits low on your pelvis. The sheer heft of it feels threatening. There's no denying anymore: something is alive in there.

As is sensing your thoughts, the weight shifts. You look up just in time to see something squirm under the surface of your drum-tight belly, distending the smooth dome into unfamiliar shapes. The feeling petrifies you, but it also rekindles the heat you felt in the forest.

Before you know it, the movement subsides and your belly is calm again. You resolve to get help as soon as you've sated the simmering arousal, but after the shockwaves of your orgasm, your limbs feel like lead and sleep claims you immediately. Your dreams have you tossing and turning so much you don't even notice the squirming returning during the night, nor the air growing thick and heavy with the scents of the forest.

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Fun eldritch pregnancy idea I just had where whatever creatures are inside you are incredibly active, constantly making your heavy belly sway too and fro; frequent "kicks", too large and heavy and of the wrong shape to belong to any human infant, jut out and stretch your skin to its limits. When they're really disturbed several limbs will push out from multiple opposite directions; far too many than seems possible, even taking into account how large you've grown.

Yet, when you finally (finally) start giving birth, bearing down with all your might, you feel whatever's coming out of you is large and hard. It takes almost an hour of struggling until you finally push out what somehow appears to be an egg. Strangely colored, hard and heavy yet smooth to the touch, it could easily be mistaken for some sort of rock. Completely still and stagnant, you can't fathom how this is what you ended up giving birth to.

You don't have much time to inspect it further before another travels down and starts stretching you open, demanding all of your attention and effort; then another, each one feeling bigger than the last.

Yet your womb hasn't settled at all; it thrashes like never before, the kicks so frequent and tenting so hard that you worry what's in there is trying to burst out.

Still, nothing comes out of you but eggs, slow and steady, the increased activity in your womb doing nothing to help force them out; you have to do all the work yourself, bearing down hard, each egg obstinate about coming out of you. Your belly finally starts to deflate, though you can barely tell over the frenzied activity inside of you, though perhaps there are fewer kicks now? Given how long the labor's already been, there's no telling when the end will be in sight...

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I can't stop thinking about robots

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Imagine cockwarming your alien boyfriend whose dick secretes a natural aphrodisiac. Sitting in his lap as he tells you you're not allowed to move. But the longer he's inside you, the more horny and sensitive you get. You whimper, aching to squirm and achieve even the smallest bit of movement. But even a twitch in any direction has claws digging into your thighs and a low, warning growl sounding in your ear. Your hole becomes a sweltering mess, fluttering and clenching onto him against your will. He's not fucking you, but eventually, just the feeling of his thick cock's heavy throbbing starts to feel just as good. You moan and tremble, all too suddenly cumming hard. His breath stutters as his resolve shatters at the frantic, pulsating sensation around his dick. He picks you up, bends you over the nearest piece of furniture, and pounds several loads into your oversensitive but currently insatiable body.

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I bought myself a new dildo but now that I've opened the box I fear that my eyes were too big for my pussy

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Weird long time fantasy time, object insertion but you're able to press things past your cervix and leave them inside you.

Like maybe getting a little too over zealous fucking fake eggs into you and a few manage to pop past your cervix now that it's been softened by orgasam after orgasam. Leaving them resting heavily in your unprepared womb until you're able to convince your body to push them out.

Being tied down and having your cervix lossened with unwilling pleasure before having your captors shove objects like baseballs up into your womb until your belly is stretched with them, heavy round and uncomfortable under your skin with their round shapes visible pressed against your skin.

'Practice Pregnancy' carrying a heavy silicone doll inside you, remembering how someone got it inside you and unable to decide if it will be better or worse coming out.

There's so many applications for this.

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human spreading their legs for a tiny little dragon, and it gives them a couple quick licks on their clit before snuffling at their folds and pushing its head deeper and deeper until it’s nuzzling up against their cervix

they don’t realize what it wants until it pushes, and it stretches them open as it works its head through the tight opening and then keeps squirming deeper until the only part of the dragon that’s outside them is the long, lashing tail - and then that disappears, too

they don’t know how to get the dragon out of them and every time it moves to get more comfortable they can feel the tiny claws skittering around in there

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Your partner catches you staring again, their lips turning down into a slight frown. They sigh, crossing their arms in a way that lets them rest their forearms on their gravid belly.

"What? Never considered I have to grow all those eggs I put in you?" They said, running a hand down their belly, all the way underneath to help support the weight. Then they noticed the way you had been staring, and not just that you had been staring and the frown started to fade, a little glint showing in their eye. They stepped forward, moving awkwardly with all the weight they carried with them. "I've never let myself grow this many before, you know? I've never let it build up for more than a week, no more than I could hide with some baggier clothes." They spoke, their voice lowering to a purr as they drew nearer to where you lay, crawling into the bed atop you, straddling you.

"I've never had someone to put these in before." There's a hunger in their voice now as you see their ovipositor begin to creep into view, brushing against your bare thigh, sliding up towards your wet cunt. Their other tentacles pull your legs apart, giving themself full access to you. They reach their hands out to yours, guiding you to hold the weight of their gravid belly, letting you feel how taut it's become with nearly a month's worth of eggs weighing them down.

"Now all they need is their mother's nice, warm womb to incubate... There's not enough space in me for them to keep growing." They say, their ovipositor starting to press itself into your waiting slit, squirming and slithering upwards as deep as it can go. You feel the familiar push against your cervix, against that place nothing should be able to reach. It doesn't even hurt now, when they push inside of your womb to claim you; it's so familiar, and you did always have a little bit of a masochistic streak, didn't you?

The eggs start to push into you, the size of tennis balls, nearly getting stuck before even entering inside; it was lucky they had a little bit of squish to them, otherwise they'd probably tear you apart just trying to fit one. The first egg always comes alone, helping prepare you, open you up to its siblings coming shortly after. Then you start feeling the intervals between eggs shorten... Maybe ten seconds at first, then five, then barely two, then they feel like a nonstop flow of eggs, of their eggs filling you.

With your hands on their belly you can feel them start to shrink back down as they turn you into their incubator once more. You can feel the shifting of the multitude inside them as each egg starts to enter their ovipositor, then into you.You can feel the weight transfer into you. They were right; they always grew larger inside you before they properly hatched, and your frame was so much smaller than theirs you were already nearly immobilized by the shear weight of their eggs. They were only a little over halfway done.

It felt like you were trapped there beneath them for minutes on end receiving their eggs. Blissful minutes, wracked with orgasm after orgasm until your mind slipped away and the only concept of time that existed was right now. Right now, being filled, being theirs. You hardly noticed when the eggs finally stopped coming, when their belly was flat and yours was so large you couldn't see the tentacles holding you past your bump. The blissful haze was so strong you could hardly form words, but they seemed to understand what you needed nonetheless, leaning down to slip their arms around you, having to settle for draping an arm over your belly for now instead.

They smiled softly at you, leaning in ever so close until you could feel the heat of their breath against your ear, and whispered.

"What a good little incubator you are."

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When the naga in rut caught you in the woods and fucked you for days, you were sure you’d carry his egg. But your belly is wide and rippling with movement, skin stretching and swaying with the python inside you. And when labor hits and your serpentine offspring slides out of your cunt, you can feel every ripple of muscle against your walls, and it goes on and on as it uncoils and you learn how long it really grew.

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video game where you play as someone who doesnt realize they just got pregnant right before the game starts, and as you progress in the game, your belly starts to get bigger in real life. no irl pregnancy symptoms mood-wise, no morning sickness, no cravings, that's all in the game, but after you've played the game for long enough you're waddling around hugely knocked up with a popped belly button and swollen milky tits - there's even fetal movement. if you stop playing, you stop growing - so you keep playing, thinking that everything will go back to normal when your player character gives birth. when you finish the birth scene, your belly doesn't change, but that's fine, you know in real life it isn't instantaneous.

in the game, the player character finds out only a couple months later that they're pregnant again, and you realize that in real life you've just kept getting bigger. so in some vain hope you think that maybe it just hasn't been long enough between pregnancies in the game for your extremely swollen, heavy belly to go back to normal in real life. you keep playing.

eventually, you realize that no, there's no way to reverse it. you can choose to stop playing, stop growing, or keep going and get bigger and bigger, but either way, from now on you're stuck waddling around out of breath thanks to the unbelievably massive bump forcing your fat thighs so far apart whenever you sit, and looking so undeniably bred that you can't get your engorged breasts to stop leaking through your ill fitting shirts as you rub what little of your belly you can reach <3

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The adventurer was exploring a cave when he was captured by a drider, and speared on her ovipositor. She left an egg sac inside him, stretching his belly to a heaving full term mound in minutes. He endured the pain and the humiliation as best he could; eventually he could lay the eggs and forget this ever happened.

But that was months ago, and his hard, heavy belly is starting to move. The eggs are hatching inside him. His belly already hurts so much supporting the weight of the eggs, and now he’s getting bigger, and his skin hurts so much. He still doesn’t know how to get his clutch out of him.