plumpedxprincess

[plumpedxprincess]

i rlly think you guys should send me more werewolf asks im just saying

[plumpedxprincess]

Hey I signed you up for a surrogacy, I've got a group of couples waiting. I'm gonna start you on fertility meds and stuff you over the next couple weeks. Give the meds time to kick in and get you ready for the brood you're gonna carry. I anticipate you being bed ridden after 6 months so we're gonna need to stuff your belly so you put on plenty of weight ahead of time.

Days slowly blur together as your routine of waking up taking your meds followed by multiple feedings throughout the day. Helping you finish each feeding when you can't continue, praising your growing belly, the soft jiggly belly, fat ass and wide hips.

At the start of your fertile period in between your feedings we spend the time fucking. Making sure to keep you filled with as much cum as possible, your body taking in every drop to use for the multiple eggs you have. You begin to enjoy the constant stuffing and breeding, feeling cum drip as we stuff your belly. Feeling your ass wobble and jiggle as thrust into you, watching the waves travel through your body.

Finally you begin to show signs that you're pregnant, it's hard to tell at first due to already looking 9 months pregnant with that stuffed belly. But your tits start to fill and darken, your belly begins to grow rapidly. Any attempt to get a count on an ultrasound fails because of the sheer number. As your skin tightens we spend the time lotioning your belly fighting the rapidly appearing stretch marks.

Laid up and no longer able to move on your own you are only able to continue feeding yourself as your body continues to burn through your stored energy. You massive belly now resting squarely between your legs and extending all the way up to your tits. Which have exploded with growth in the last few weeks.

Any outside movement sending your brood into a kicking frenzy, churning your belly sending waves of pain and extacy through you. All you can do is ride it out as I take care of you, pleading to be induced. You're close enough to your due date, yet I am hesitant to induce and would rather let you go into labor when you're ready. Who knows if it will be days or weeks, you might even go overdue for all we know.

All we can do is increase your stuffing and help you adjust to your growth, keeping your energy up for the growing mass of babies.

at 39 weeks, i'm completely bedridden with this brood of babies, unable to do anything but eat.

and i have to keep eating to keep up with the growth. the babies zap all the energy out of me, and since we don't know how many there are, we just have to keep stuffing my belly continuously to make sure everyone gets enough food.

but eating is a double edged sword. i'm ravenous, but the babies are too, and as my stomach digests all the food, the litter inside of me gets excited, kicking each other, kicking the walls of my womb and leaving me groaning between each mouthful.

i can't see over my massive belly, even while sitting up, watching as pockets of kicks spatter across the surface.

it's a painful yet pleasureful feeling, being so full and just getting fuller. i couldn't move if i wanted to.

we pass the time trying to figure out how many are inside of me, but every time we get halfway through, one baby jostles another and we lose count.

i'll only know for sure when i finally go into labor, but with the cushy life of food 24/7, i'm not sure when these babies will finally make their appearance. they seem just fine to stay tightly packed inside of me for a while.

only time will tell.

[plumpedxprincess]

You wait up for your werewolf every night, waiting for him to come back to you. Your belly now much larger than a standard full term pregnancy. Your litter is constantly fighting for room, bumps rolling across your stretched skin.

Finally one night he returns just as you're drifting off to sleep from exhaustion. Only he's not alone, his companion set his eyes on you and they both grunt in agreement. Picking you up they carry you to the woods, floating in and out of consciousness and fighting exhaustion. You wake to find yourself in the den of a pack of werewolves, reassuring you they tell you their last breeder was accidentally turned and they needed a new one.

The one that found you and originally bred you shows how you're growing his litter, patting your belly causing powerful kicks from the pups. He then looks at you and says he hopes you'll be able to last longer than the last breeder.

Before you can ask any questions you're led to a separate den where there's already another werewolf waiting for you. Without saying anything he mounts you and pushes his cock all the way up to his knot. You feel the familiar sensation of your body going into heat, dropping more eggs, eager to be bred again.

He picks up on the new scent coming from you and with a powerful thrust he pushes his knot into you. You swear you heard an audible pop, but you quickly lose control and cum all over his cock. As he intern fills you with hot thick cum, fertilizing your freshly dropped eggs. Pulling out you feel his knot tug at your still tight pussy before it gives way, leaving you with cum dripping down your leg he leaves the den.

After a little bit you feel that heat returns to your belly, telling you to expect another little at some point. You begin to wonder if this is going to be your new life, thoughts of you dripping cum and a massive churning belly flash through your mind. A powerful kick brings you back to reality, your belly heaves as you feel rapid growth from the new litter. Maybe this won't be too bad you think laying there desperately trying to play with your clit as your belly swells and your tits begin to come in with milk.

being able to ovulate while already pregnant, allowing yourself to be never ending breeding machine......

so obsessed with the idea of a wolf pack eager to fill me up, competing against one another to have the biggest babies, stretch me even bigger....

[plumpedxprincess]

The other thing they don’t mention about werewolves is that like dogs, their pregnancies are alot shorter. You started learning that the hard was as your body grew so much bigger in just a couple weeks. Your skin burns and itches as it stretches to cover a womb the size of a prize winning watermelon teeming with pups. You can feel them squirm and writhe as your belly quakes and undulates from how packed tightly inside you they are. And to think you’re only 2 months in…

not only is it always multiples but a condensed time frame.... yes please !!!!!

being bed ridden within just a few weeks and relying on your partner for everything. bc they were the ones that made you like this.

teeming with squirming pups, always so restless. you try to sleep but someone is always kicking, causing your distended belly to move on its own.

you can't reach anything now, not even around your belly. it's full of life, full of growing pups that get bigger and bigger day by day. every morning you wake up to find yourself bigger than the last.

how much longer can this go on?

[plumpedxprincess]

I can't wait to be so uncomfortably pregnant, waddling around the house, swaying my hips and holding my back as my heavy belly weighs me down with each step. So gravid and huge that even getting up makes me out of breath and I'm constantly grunting and groaning~

[plumpedxprincess]

[plumpedxprincess]

[plumpedxprincess]

built like a primordial fertility statue

[plumpedxprincess]

You know werewolves are based off of did right, who have litters... So keep in mind that when you're being railed by him he's triggering you to release more eggs. Just don't want you to be surprised when your belly starts to grow rapidly with his litter churning inside you. Although the look on your face as he was stretching you out seemed like you knew what you were getting yourself into.

the thought of not only his genetics being hyper focused on getting me pregnant, but it triggering the same response in me.... did someone say heat

he fucks me multiple times all night, and every time i doze off and wake back up, my tummy is bloated, full of cum and eggs and i feel the warmth emanating from my womb, like i can feel the litter growing already.....

[plumpedxprincess]

Imagine going to full term with those octuplets, wether it’s just luck of the draw or the parents you’re surrogate for want you to make sure they’re done. Bedridden and swollen to absolute limits as your belly aches and tightens trying to contain eight full size babies in your overstuffed womb.

God knows what could happen if you go overdue…

feeling like i'm about to pop, completely overtaken by these monstrously large babies writhing inside of me

i beg the babies' parents to let me induce labor, but they insist on me going as long as possible. i've been bed ridden for weeks, focused solely on eating and resting and growing these babies.

they've grown substantially since i entered my third trimester, taking up so much room i'm convinced my belly can't grow anymore.

but somehow it keeps going.

i can't reach around myself anymore, dependent on my doctors and nurses to rub lotion on me and measure my vitals every few hours. whenever others get close to me, it's like the babies can sense it, as they kick up a storm trying to get others attention.

i can't stop the grotesque moans that escape me. sitting low in my womb, the babies leave me in a mix of pain and ecstasy on the daily.

the feat of the last 40 weeks rests atop my lap, overflowing over my legs and barely covered by clothes.

it's a burden, but it sure is a pleasureful one.

[plumpedxprincess]

i absolutely adore your short stories :] do you have any more in the works? if so i'd love to hear more about them :O no worries if not, i understand how difficult writing can be ^^'

thank u so much!!!!! i rlly just write when the inspiration strikes lol but ofc asks help! i'm down to answer asks or if yall have like prompts i can work w that too >:))

[plumpedxprincess]

full bred tummy that fills their entire lap >>>>

[plumpedxprincess]

I want to ruin your body with my babies. I want your petite hips to expand outwards to support the weight of your belly. I want you to feel the discomfort of my baby pressing into your organs. I want you to feel shortness of breath when my baby is laying against your lungs. I want you to never forget that you are growing life inside of you. I want you to never forget that I came inside you, I bred you, I made you into a mother. The best way to do that it to keep you pregnant as often as possible. I want your hand always resting on your bump, always trying to soothe my baby. Your role is to get fucked, carry my babies, and raise them while I provide for our needs.

[plumpedxprincess]

Getting so huge with your surrogate octuplets that you can't stay comfortable in any position for very long, but you're also so huge and heavy that you can barely reposition yourself at all. Either you have to spend several minutes struggling and groaning with your swollen tits flopping in your face, or ask your caretaker to lift your behemoth belly and help you get into a more bearable position.

THIS. just being on the brink of immobility

wanting to stay mobile as long as possible but suddenly one day it's finally too hard to get out of my chair, groaning as the babies inside me slosh this way and that, churning as i try to gain the momentum to stand up.

but it's impossible. i'm stuck here, belly bulging, taking up all of my personal space and my boobs sit atop, precariously balanced as my milk begins to come in.

my caretaker won't be back from running errands for a few hours, so i guess im stuck like this. good thing i thought to bring over some snacks.

[plumpedxprincess]

One of my favorite tropes is the reluctant breeder. Someone who is so good at getting pregnant and making lots of big babies, yet tolerates it at best. At worst is actively questioning their life choices as yet another set of twins shift their womb with all the kicking. Somehow, even as they groan at the weight of their gut, they know that they're somehow going to be swelling this same time next year.

[plumpedxprincess]

you know better than to let yourself believe that getting pregnant will make you feel sexy. you know it won’t. but here you are anyway, staring off into space, feeling a little bothered just at the thought of a baby hanging off your middle.

you know the pregnancy will be uncomfortable. you know your back will ache and your hips will strain under the weight. your body will change and you’ll start to waddle and your hips will sway and… look, your hand is down your pants again.

you know better than to want to get pregnant, but you can’t help it, can you? you can’t help the thrill that runs through you when you imagine feeling the swell of life beneath your fingertips, the soft movements of the baby beneath your skin. you can’t help the way your cheeks flush at the way you’ll be forced to bear down, legs spread wide and grunting, moaning.

no, you don’t want that, do you? how could being pregnant be sexy? you’re not sure, but it’s what you keep telling yourself. you have to, because otherwise you’d be full and swollen already, wouldn’t you? you just can’t admit you’re one lustful lapse in judgement away from knowing just how sexy you’ll feel carrying that heavy load in your womb. just how long, i wonder, until that sliver of self-control gives way?

[plumpedxprincess]

I don’t know how much longer I can carry them ...

I’m sprawled on our bed. My skin feels like it might split if I breathe too deep - so tight, so raw. I look unreal. Hugely, horribly full. My belly heavy enough that it drags everything - my posture, my breath, my thoughts - down with it. I can’t lie flat. Can’t sit upright. Can’t think. Every inch of me aches.

And he’s watching me.

He leans in the doorway like he’s admiring a sculpture, arms crossed, eyes trailing over every exaggerated curve. There’s something in his stare that makes my throat tighten.

“They're growing bigger again,” he says. There’s no concern in his voice, just fascination.

I try to speak, but my voice comes out weak and cracked. “I can’t … I need it to be over. Please ...”

He walks slowly to the bed, dragging his fingers lightly over the stretched dome of my belly. I flinch. My skin’s too sensitive- every touch sends a jolt through me. The babies squirm at the contact and I groan, overwhelmed.

“You say that every day”, he says, crouching beside me. “But you’re still here. Still carrying them.”

I shake my head. My hands press into the underside of my belly, as if I can hold up even a fraction of its weight. “I’m not strong enough. Please, something’s wrong. They should’ve come by now -”

He cuts me off with a laugh, low and cold. His hand splays across the widest curve of my belly. I feel trapped. His voice drops lower, softer - but not gentle. “You have no idea what it does to me, seeing you like this. So full. So helpless.”

Tears sting my eyes. “I’m not trying to be helpless,” I whisper.

“I know,” he says. “That’s what makes it even better.”

He climbs onto the bed beside me, slowly, like he’s trying not to jostle me, but his weight still shifts mine, and my back spasms in protest. I gasp, one hand flying to my side. The pressure never stops. The babies are rolling again. It’s too much. I’m too full. I can’t take another day, and he just … watches.

“You want them out?” He asks, voice soft, mockingly sympathetic. “You want it to end?”

I nod furiously, desperate. “Yes. Please.”

He leans in close, brushing his lips against my ear. “But you’re so much more… mine like this.”

I freeze. My heart thuds painfully under the pressure. He wraps an arm around me, fingers stroking the overfilled belly like it belongs to him. Maybe it does. Maybe I do, now.

“You’ll go into labor when you’re ready,” he whispers. “And I don’t think you are. Not yet.”

I want to argue, but the weight of everything is too much. My belly shifts again, unbearably tight. My whole body aches from the inside out. And he just holds me there, like this is exactly how he wants me: Pinned beneath the weight of life I can’t release, and too tired to fight anymore.