#hyperpreg

[lewdsdelta]

Consequences...

I squirm in bed, unable to get comfortable. I let out a soft moan, a mixture of mild pain and intense frustration.

My mate walks in, climbing into the bed next to me, a hand tracing over the reddened strained skin of my abdomen. They click their tongue and tease, "Oh... I think this one's a new stretch mark, kitten..."

I let out needy little noises as they touch my belly. "Mnnn... fuck... I feel like... like I'm gonna..."

"Like you can barely handle what's inside you... I know. I warned you. I said, we should stop... but you got greedy, kept begging for more... you thought you'd get used to the sensation of it, of greedily taking so many more eggs this time than you ever have before..." They caress the drum-tight flesh of my belly, before whispering soflty in my ear,

"Did you forget they grow while you incubate them, my dear? or were you so focused on being a fat, heavy incubator that you didn't' think about anything else except feeling as full, as tight, as heavy and gravid as you could manage in that moment~" They pulled me into an embrace, helping me sit up and lean back, their hands cupping under my belly and lifting ever so slightly. "You're due for another growth spurt soon..."

They were right, and my eyes roll back and I moan as I feel my belly stretch impossibly more, the discomfort flaring up more. "Ahn~ fuuck! I feel... I feel like... I'm gonna~!"

"Like you're gonna pop?" They let the word snap on their lips, evocative of the risk i felt tensing across my overbred womb..."You like that word, don't you, you little masochistic slut~? I know you're soaking your panties without having to reach around this swollen belly..." They slide a hand down along my underbelly, feeling me swelling with each passing moment.

"You're burstingly full, and still filling up more, and it hurts... but you love it. You like feeling like you're going to pop, and I like filling you juuuust enough that you barely *won't*..."

[breedingprincessjackie]

The girl who fucked a 100 men in a day has to face a harder challenge this time.

That's what her video said.

When her viewers clicked they saw another woman behind the camera, a long veiny cock draped against her thigh.

The woman who fucked a hundred men was a skinny blonde girl no more.

She laid there a pinnacle of fertility. A mountain of skin stretched to the absolute limit, lightning strikes of stretch marks lined her red and round belly. It stretched up into the skin, shuddering with all the many kicks.

“Hello, loyal subscribers, for all your love and support I've decided to show you a new record. One day, I will fuck a thousand men in an hour. Today, I'm going to show you the hundred babies you all filled my massive belly with. You all made me this full with your seed!”

She was all womb. Her once round and tight breasts are heavy with huge brown nipples.

Her long legs high in the air. There wasn't much she could do beneath the weight of her own womb crushing her. She can't move. All she can do is wail as the woman's cock

“Today's video is also one woman breaks open this gigantic womb with her long cock! Comment below! I'm going to break her water.”

Her womb contracts and shakes as the woman smacks her belly. She slams her hips back against the cock inpaling her womb. Her engorged tits slap against her belly.

"Like and subscribe for more!"

[alkali1]

Belly attendant

With the use of magic, your society had long ago relegated most childbearing duties to priests and priestesses of the various local fertility deities. Dedicated surrogates were able to carry vast numbers of children of all different fantasy races and gestation times, staying permanently pregnant and periodically birthing children in batches.

Your role in the temple is a vital one: you serve as the personal attendant to the temple's second highest ranking surrogate priestess, the beautiful elven woman Naia Springblossom. You're never away from her for longer than it takes to fetch her food or other objects, and spend most of your time in contact with her vast, active belly. You take care of all of the needs that the helplessly pregnant wood elf is unable to handle on her own, which is almost all of them.

You and your priestess are traveling back to your home temple from a meeting with the Archbishop. The immobile elf travels long distances in a plush palanquin, borne by magically animated golems. You're squeezed in with her, buried between the pile of soft pillows and the warm, heaving expanse of her womb. As Naia gets some rest, you snuggle and kiss the brown, lotion-scented orb, feeling the babies of all different shapes and sizes moving and kicking, jostling for space in her tightly-packed belly.

Feeling a wetness on your shoulder, you realize that the breast you're resting your head on has begun to leak. Each of her bosoms is the size of a blue-ribbon dairy cow's udder, and just as productive. The several gallons that she lactates per day are pumped and stored within the temple so they can be distributed to families to feed their newborns.

The uncomfortable fullness in her vast bosom and the sensation of wetness on her silken robe awakens Naia from her nap. As she rubs her eyes and yawns you greet her with kisses to the top of her belly. "Mmmmff... why did you let me sleep so long? My tits feel like overstuffed wineskins." she playfully complains. "You'd be even crankier if I woke you before you were ready" I reply, sitting up to pull the pump attachments down from the small chamber's ceiling. The palanquin quakes as she struggles to adjust her mountainous bulk, trying to situate herself comfortably in the pillow-lined box.

You suction the pumps onto her nipples and gently squeeze her to help get the milk flowing. She moans in relief, squeezing and rubbing her fat thighs together as her sensitive teats are suctioned and fondled. You massage her full breasts from the base, making sure she doesn't suffer from any clogged ducts. You can feel the movement in her belly intensifying, her brood responding to the stimulation with increased activity. Knowing exactly how much she craves intimate attention while being milked, you lean forward, squishing yourself into her sweaty cleavage to bring your head in range to plant a kiss on her plump, brown lips. She immediately grabs the back of your head and pulls you in close, parting your lips with her tongue. Pressed tightly against her belly, you know she can feel your rock-hard cock poking into her maternal swell.

The two of you passionately kiss and grope each other until the flow of milk from her enveloping udders starts to subside. You extricate yourself from the sweat-soaked cavern of her cleavage and pop the milking cups off her heavy udders. You take her fat nipple into your mouth and indulge in a taste of her sweet, rich milk. Lightly teasing her nipple with your teeth makes her gasp and moan. Staring at you with needy eyes, she beckons you over to her other side. You awkwardly climb around the immense bulk of her fertile swell and squeeze between her wide, ample butt and the chamber wall. She moans as you squeeze her always-sore shoulders, pressing and wiggling her fat hips against you. "Please..." she softly whimpers, and you know exactly what she's craving. Naia, having spent years bloated to utter helplessness with her surrogate brood, can't even come close to reaching her sensitively swollen pussy with her fat ass and turgid womb in the way. One of your most sacred duties is to keep her pleasured and satisifed, though you both sometimes enjoy teasing her, letting her squeeze a pillow between her legs while she begs and begs for you to satisfy the all-consuming ache in her dripping cunt.

"What does my poor, swollen broodmother need?" I tease.

"I need you," she whines, "Please, you know how I feel when I'm about to go into labor. "

You snake your hand down between her fat thighs, cupping and lightly squeezing her plump pussy mound. Your teasing makes her whimper and press hard against you, squishing your lower torso and hips against the wall and making your hard bulge press deeper into her soft cushion of a butt. You slip two fingers inside her dripping opening, varying your movements in and out of her while slowly increasing the tempo. When you can tell she's starting to get lost in the throes of pleasure you switch to pressing against her swollen clit, making circles around the sensitive nub with your fingers, then rubbing back and forth forcefully, eliciting stabs of pleasure that make her let out wordless vocalizations of bliss.

You feel that she's getting close, and ramp up the speed and pressure in preparation for putting her over the edge. "Cum for me, honey. My huge, perfect broodmother. Let all that pressure out." Her bucking hips smother you against the wall and her cunt soaks your arm with her cum as she cries out in pleasure.

You both relax in the afterglow, spooned together with your hand resting on her writhing womb. You never get tired of feeling the contrast between the light flutters of her smaller passengers and the thumping, uncomfortable kicks from the largest of her surrogate children, including an ogre, minotaur triplets, and a severely overdue centaur calf. Your bliss is interrupted as Naia is suddenly overcome with a massive contraction, making the whole palanquin seem to quake as her overfilled womb stretches and shifts.

"You really weren't kidding when you said you were about to go into labor. Please try to hold them in until we get home."

"Ooohh, I'm, *huff*, not quite at that point yet. We have some time until I start actively dilating. But send a message ahead to the temple, have them prepare the birthing pool." You spend the remainder of the ride snuggled together, Naia breathing through her strong, irregular contractions while you comfort her.

[ftmbreedingbitch]

guess my christmas present came early this year 💖

[realdramalove69]

Not So Empty Nest pt 2!

The weeks quickly passed as Maria and John found their rhythm with being new parents. As much in the rhythm as one could be when dealing with eight crying babies. Nick helped where he could, cleaning and cooking meals so the new parents could focus on feedings and caring for their army of babies. Everytime a baby cried he was there handing bottles and diapers to his tired mother.

“You’re so sweet for helping us out with the babies,” Maria told her eldest one evening, smiling as she watched him bottle feed his baby brother.

“It’s the least I can do after all you’ve done for me, mom,” Nick replied with a smile.

Maria teared up at the sentiment. “I wish I could’ve given you these siblings sooner. I guess the number of them is making up for lost time!”

Nick chuckled. “Better late than never.”

Before dinner that night, John handed Nick another bottle of fertility meds, ensuring that each meal Maria ate would have a nice dusting of the medicine on it. His mother was so grateful for the help and so busy feeding babies she never noticed the extra portions on her plate, or the fertility meds buried within.

As Nick prepared that night's spaghetti and meatballs for his mother he tossed in the crushed pills, making sure to mix it in so she wouldn’t notice. Part of him felt bad for deceiving his mother for his own scientific (and sexual curiosity) benefit. Another part felt a thrill at the thought of her getting pregnant with even more than eight babies.

The new parent’s weren’t shy about picking up on their love life as soon as Maria was able to. John found himself incapable of keeping his hands off of his wife, always grabbing her flabby belly and rubbing it.

“I can’t wait to see you swell again,” he would murmur to her as they laid in bed post love making, his hands on her belly and breasts. Mary would simply giggle and roll her eyes.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to have eight babies again,” she would say with a smile.

But soon enough, Maria was feeling the familiar nausea of morning sickness, pushing it off as food poisoning despite John’s looks and the way he would rub her belly more and more. She tried to resist it as long as she could, but deep down she knew the truth.

“Baby I can’t be pregnant again,” Maria whined as John handed her a test. “I just had the Octuplets two months ago…”

“I know sweetie,” John said. “But we have been back to having sex. A lot. And I just want to make sure.”

Maria smiled nervously and took the test, her heart racing as they waited for the plus sign to appear. Sure enough, a bright pink positive test proved she was once again with child. John could have jumped for joy, excited to be having more babies with his wife.

“I can’t wait to see how many are in there this time,” John said as he gripped her belly, already feeling her womb firm under the chub from her last pregnancy. “I hope it’s more than eight.”

Maria smiled and kissed her husband deeply. “I’m happy to have more of your babies, even if it's a more manageable amount this time.”

Despite her husband's excitement Maria felt apprehension at the idea of growing even bigger than her last pregnancy. She rubbed her belly nervously. Maybe there’s only one this time she thought hopefully to herself.

The night before Nick was to head back to college for the fall semester, Maria sat him down and told him the good news.

“Pregnant? Mom, that's amazing!” Nick hugged her. “Man, I wish I didn’t have to leave you guys. I feel bad not being here to help out. Eight babies and another one on the way…”

“Nonsense,” Maria huffed. “You’re doing what you’re meant to do. Besides, you’ll be home for Christmas break soon enough. Let me and John take care of the boring house stuff. You need to focus on school.”

The next morning, Nick hugged his mom tight, feeling her engorged tits pressed against him as he squeezed her. He shook John’s hand, hugging him briefly as well. Each sibling got a kiss on the head as they slept in their bassinets.

“I’ll be sure to send over any research I need help on while you’re there,” John said. “And don’t be afraid to email me if you need help with school work or projects.”

“Thank you, I will for sure,” Nick replied.

Nick walked to the front door with his mom behind him. He turned back to see her, hugging her again.

“Promise to call if you need my help. I’ll text you guys when I get back to campus,” he said, grabbing his bags. “And promise to tell me when you get an ultrasound. I wanna know how many more siblings I’m getting.”

Maria chuckled, tearing up as she hugged her eldest. “I promise. No more secrets. Now, get going before it gets dark.”

Nick let go of her, grabbing his bags and heading back to campus.

Maria knew women got bigger with each pregnancy but she found it almost comical how fast her belly was growing this time. At 14 weeks she waddled with John back to the doctor’s office, his old friend shocked to see them again so soon, especially when Maria was already looking overdue with twins.

“My, my,” the doctor gasped. “I didn’t expect to see you two again for quite some time.”

Maria blushed. “Yeah it was…unexpected for sure but if I’m meant to have more babies then I’ll have more.”

The doctor smiled a little, instructing her to lean back and pull her shirt up, revealing the stretchmarked orb. The old scars from her last monumental pregnancy were being criss-crossed by new marks, the skin red and itchy from stretching so fast. Maria couldn’t help but groan as she felt the weight of her belly and breasts on top of her, making it harder to breathe. John held her hand, kissing her gently as the doctor pressed the wand into her belly.

The look on the doctor’s face was a mixture of shock and intrigue, Maria getting more nervous the longer he stayed silent. She looked up at her husband, feeling him squeeze her hand reassuringly.

“How do they look?” John asked, breaking the silence.

“I–well there are quite a lot of them…” the doctor muttered. “I think…16 to be exact. It explains the growth for certain.”

Maria felt faint. First octuplets, now 16 babies! “Oh, John,” Maria whimpered. “I never knew I was so fertile. That’s so many babies. I’m going to get huge”

John could hear the hint of lust in her voice. He smiled and kissed her again, secretly loving how she was becoming addicted to growing for him. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be there to take care of you the whole way.”

Maria rubbed her belly. “16. Nick’s going to freak out.”

They called Nick once they got home and Maria was settled on the couch feeding babies, catching him between classes to tell him the good news. He nearly jumped for joy, his fertility meds had worked!

“Congrats you guys, that's amazing,” Nick said, trying to hide the excitement in his voice. “I have to get to class but send me pics of your growth, mom, I’m writing a paper on fertility.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Love you!” Maria hung up and sighed, rubbing her belly, a baby on each breast. “I still can't believe it, John. I’m more pregnant than anyone ever has been before.” She groaned as she looked down at her once lithe body. “I’m a full blown baby factory.”

“Maybe you’re just meant to have babies,” John smiled. He cuddled up with her on the couch, helping rotate the hungry octuplets. “My fertile, beautiful wife.”

Maria smiled and kissed him. “So long as they're your babies I don’t mind.”

John kissed her deeply, massaging her belly as she moaned under him, the babies suckling greedily from her engorged breasts. He moved to her front, kneeling on the floor and worshipping her belly.

“I can’t wait to see how big you get,” he moaned quietly. He kissed her belly all over, making her moan and squirm on the couch.

“Baby be careful, you know how sensitive my belly is when I’m growing so big,” Maria whined, leaning her head back as her husband massaged her tightening skin.

“Mmm I know. I like how easy it is for me to make you squirm.”

Maria finished feeding the babies and made John take her to the bedroom, her hormones getting the better of her every time.

“Enjoy being this mobile now,” John grunted as he thrust into her. “Pretty soon you'll be stuck in this bed growing bigger with my babies!”

Maria moaned and came quickly and repeatedly, feeling her body swelling with babies awoke something primal in her. “God yes I want to be huge for you! I’m so fertile I’m a baby factory!”

When John came Maria nearly passed out from the pleasure, her body like jello in her husband’s hands. He helped her lay on her side, spooning behind her and rubbing her belly until she fell asleep.

Maria grew faster than even she could anticipate. When Christmas Break rolled around she felt enormous, her belly nearly as large as when she gave birth to the octuplets, the pumps almost always on her swollen nipples when the octuplets weren’t feeding. John had to widen the doors in the house to accommodate her wide hips and belly, not that she was able to move around much without his help anymore.

When Nick came home he rushed in, finding his mom on the couch eating through sleeves of cookies and gallons of milk while feeding the octuplets, her belly stretched past her knees and resting on the coffee table. Maria almost didn’t see him come in, only looking up from her snack and the babies when she felt hands on her belly.

“Nicky! You’re home!” She exclaimed. “Come hug me, I can't really get up right now.”

Nick chuckled and hugged her as best he could, trying not to squish the babies feeding from her. “Wow, mom. I knew you would get big but–”

“I know. I’m a whale. All these babies are growing so big this time.” Maria groaned as Nick watched a kicking storm near her front. “Oof, honey can you get the lotion?”

Nick nodded and smiled, grabbing the lotion off the side table and sitting on the coffee table next to her belly, rubbing the cold cream into her warm and tight skin. He could feel all his siblings inside of her, moving and squirming as he pressed against them. Maria moaned as he pushed the babies back inside her, the two on her chest struggling to keep up with the overwhelming milk production.

“I can’t believe how big you are mom…the pictures really don’t do you justice,” Nick said, his hands roaming the swollen orb in awe.

“Between the babies, needing to milk, and all the food John keeps feeding me…” Maria chuckled. “Honey, will you take these two to the nursery?”

Nick nodded, wiping his hands on a towel and grabbing his sleeping baby siblings. After carefully putting them with the other six sleeping babies, he returned to the living room to find Maria leaking milk all down her belly.

“Here, let me help you,” he said with a smile, wiping the milk off her tight skin and putting the pumps back on her overtaxed teats.

“Mmm thank you, honey. I don’t know what I’d do without you here.”

“Where’s John?” Nick asked.

“He should be home soon. He only goes into the office twice a week now. I’m too big to be home alone for long…” Maria sighed as she rubbed her belly, her arms and hands looking tiny compared to the rest of her.

Nick almost felt bad, seeing his mom so overwhelmed with the size of her belly. At the same time, he had never been happier. Seeing her fulfill her duty as a mother and wife made Nick swell with a pride he never knew he had.

John came home an hour later carrying bags of food. “Dinner!” he shouted excitedly, setting the bags of food next to Maria. “Welcome home, son!” John hugged his stepson. “Isn’t your mother glowing?”

Maria blushed. “John stop! Nick doesn’t want to deal with my big belly.”

Nick shook his head. “No, he’s right. You’ve really never looked happier.”

“Aw you guys are gonna make me cry!” Maria blushed deeper, smiling wide and wiping her eyes. She giggled when her stomach growled and ruined the sweet moment. “Alright, babies demand dinner.”

John gladly set the bags next to her, helping put the chinese takeout boxes on her belly. “Eat up, honey. These 16 need all the food they can get.”

Nick resumed rubbing her belly as she ate, marveling at what those little pills he made had done.

As the end of his sophomore year came, so did the end of Maria’s third pregnancy. She was nearly bedbound, needing the help of John and an aid to waddle the short distance from bed to bathroom, her belly nearly dragging on the floor. John had created belly bands large enough for his wife but they could only handle so much of the weight she was carrying.

Sixteen babies. Nick could hardly believe she had made it to full term. He did everything he could to help her from bringing her babies and food to helping John bathe her. Clothes were out of the question now, leaving his mother exposed and naked. Not that she seemed to mind anymore, she was more concerned about her impending labor.

At two weeks overdue Maria finally felt her water break. John had successfully fucked her into labor again, the sixteen overdue babies eager to escape her cramped womb. It took nearly three days but mother and babies all ended up healthy and happy.

John once again came to his stepson mere hours after Maria gave birth, clapping him on the shoulder with a victorious, if not tired, smile.

“Are you ready for the third trial?” John asked, eagerness in his eyes.

“You want to get her pregnant again?” Nick asked, worried at the prospect of his mother growing even bigger with more babies. At the same time, he was fascinated and aroused at the thought of her doubling in size again.

“Oh, Nicholas. I plan on keeping your mother pregnant for as long as possible. She was made to have babies. Look at how well she handles the growth. Besides, I know we both love seeing her get bigger and bigger.”

John smiled and grabbed his shoulder again before heading back to his sleeping wife.

“How much bigger can she get?” Nick wondered aloud.

32 babies. 64. Maria doubled her pregnancy every time it seemed. Nick had graduated college and was accepted to the doctorate program at a school closer to home, allowing him to intern at John’s facility and help take care of his mom and many new siblings.

The year he started med school she was four months with 128 babies, her belly so big she had to rest it on a cart in order to waddle around. John had moved them to a larger house in the country, one story so she didn’t have to worry about stairs anymore. Not that she spent much time on her feet, she was far too busy eating and rotating her dozens of babies on her heaving breasts.

When she was eight months into this monumental pregnancy John came to her bedside, his hands all over her stretched skin, feeling his 128 babies moving inside his wife. He loved every second of her pregnancies, seeing her grow and stretch with his babies. He had never felt prouder or more accomplished than he did when Maria grew with his kin.

“Hi, baby mama,” John smiled as he got to her face. Her belly was taking up more than their entire bed, leaving John to sleep on a futon next to her.

“Hi, honey,” she smiled back, a tired look in her eyes. “Your babies are moving so much. I need to give birth soon. I can't grow much more.”

John chuckled as he looked up at the mountain of belly, big enough to fit four of him inside.

“You still have a month of growing left to do. These babies need all the time they can in your womb.”

“I know… They’re just so big and heavy already. I feel like I’m going to burst.”

“Oh, my sweet baby factory, I would never let you get hurt. Here,” he pulled a bottle of specialty lotion out of the bedside table and got to work rubbing it into her warm and tight skin. “This will help you stretch more I promise.”

Maria cooed as John massaged her belly, closing her eyes and feeling him rub her skin as the pumps worked on her swollen breasts. “I really am a baby factory.”

John kissed her forehead. “You’re my baby factory.”

256. 512. Maria’s fertility seemed to know no bounds. Right after she gave birth, John would pounce on her again, quickly filling her womb with his potent seed and ensuring Nick’s fertility meds were coursing through her system. John didn’t seem to mind the army he was now raising, in fact he seemed happier each time the number doubled.

Nick’s research was only getting better the more his mom got pregnant. Whatever he had used to make her more fertile was now being used to help women who were previously infertile. Many at his school called him a genius for this breakthrough in reproductive health and his mother was more proud than she could even express in words.

When Maria told him she was pregnant again and that it was over 1000 babies this time he decided to move back home after graduation. Part of him felt like his work had finally gone too far; another yearned to push her even further and be closer to his best subject.

It didn’t help that he had started dating one of his fellow students; her interests in his fertility research made him wish to start his own family someday soon. And the looks she gave him when he showed her pictures of his mother’s belly made him think she would be perfect for carrying his brood.

Halfway through Maria’s biggest pregnancy yet, Nick decided to bring his girlfriend to meet her. He was nervous, not wanting to scare her off with the impossible amount of siblings he had running around. Rebecca, however, was eager to see the most pregnant woman in the world.

Nick brough Rebecca to the country house, his heart racing as he opened the front door. Many toddlers and younger siblings ran up to say hi, hugging his legs and tugging at his pants and shirt before turning to the new person and asking a million questions.

“Hold on, don’t tackle her,” Nick chuckled, shooing them away.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” Rebecca muttered with a smile.

“Sorry, you don’t have to stay if it's too much…”

“No! No, I’m excited to meet her.”

Nick nodded, grabbing her hand and taking her down the hall to his mother’s room. He knocked on the door and entered after hearing an excited “Come in!” When the door opened they were greeted by a wall of olive toned, stretch marked covered flesh.

Rebecca’s mouth dropped. She had seen the pictures, read the articles and news stories but nothing compared to seeing it in the flesh. Pun intended. She felt Nick grab her hand and the two of them walked around the orb until they found the woman attached to it, her milk heavy breasts constantly being pumped and a feeding tube next to her at all times.

Maria smiled and hugged her eldest son the best she could, no longer shy about her state of undress in front of other people. “You get used to being naked when you’re so big nothing fits” she had once said to him.

“Mom,” Nick said, a big smile on his face. “This is Rebecca, my girlfriend.”

Maria beamed, smiling at the young woman and admiring her. “Rebecca! So lovely to meet you. You are beautiful.”

Rebecca blushed and tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. “Oh, thank you. It’s so nice to finally meet you. Nick’s told me so much about you.”

Maria chuckled. “I’m sure he has. Hard not to address the elephant in the room.” She patted her giant belly, groaning as the babies started kicking in response to her touch. “Only a few months left with these guys. I know Nicky is excited to see his new siblings again.”

Nick nodded, holding Rebecca’s hand and squeezing it. “Wanna help me lotion her belly?” he asked Rebecca, watching her blush even deeper.

“S-sure! If you don’t mind,” Rebecca said, looking at Maria.

“Mmm of course not. I always love a belly rub.”

Nick grabbed a container of lotion, handing another large one to Rebecca. He jogged to her other side, both of them working the cream into her stretched skin. Rebecca could feel the babies moving, feel Maria’s arousal at the touch of the two of them all over her. When the young couple met in the middle at her belly button they were both breathing heavier, flushed and ready to pounce on each other.

Nick kissed Rebecca, wrapping his tongue around hers and moaning as she wrapped her arms around him. “We can say our goodbyes and head back to my room,” he whispered, smiling deviously.

Rebecca nodded. “I’d love that.”

The two quickly said their goodbyes, Nick making sure Maria was settled and content for the moment before grabbing his girlfriend's hand and rushing to his bedroom on the other side of the house. Rebecca had never felt so warm and aroused before, Nick’s hands on her as he took her shirt off making her tremble in excitement.

“I want to be big like that…” She moaned, Nick instantly getting hard at her words. She leaned in more, rubbing her hand on his crotch and whispering in his ear. “Breed me like her…Put your babies in me…”

Nick felt like his dick would rip through his jeans, his hands fumbling as they both pulled them down. He picked Rebecca up and laid her on her back on the bed, pulling down her panties and kissing her inner thighs. He worked his way up to her wet pussy, licking and savoring her juices, teasing her clit as she moaned and begged for him to fill her.

“Are you sure? There’s no going back,” he asked one last time, sliding inside her as she nodded.

“Ooooh fuck…yes baby breed me! Do it!” Rebecca couldn't help herself anymore, all decorum out the window as her boyfriend pumped inside her, throbbing and ready to fill her with his babies. “Gimme twins…triplets…make me bigger than Maria!”

Nick grabbed her hips and slammed into her, moaning and feeling ready to explode. “I will… I want to…Oh fuck I’m going to!”

It didn’t take long for them to both cum, Nick filling her desperate pussy with his potent seed, her womb taking it all.

“Mmm I can’t wait to grow for you…” Rebecca purred, petting his head as he laid on top of her catching his breath. “I hope you’re ready to fill me again and again.

Nick kissed her flat stomach all over, ready to watch her grow for him.

The time finally came for Nick to graduate med school. He had spent the last eight years not only excelling in every class and project, but also excelling as a son and big brother to his hundreds of baby siblings and a husband and father to Rebecca and their first set of quints. He had been asked to give a speech at the graduation, something that made his mother even more proud of the man he had become.

2048 babies. Full term with over two thousand babies and yet Maria insisted on attending her son’s graduation and seeing him give his speech. It took a team of people, a truck, and relocating the graduation to the football field just to ensure his mother would be comfortable and able to see her son achieve his dream. From above it looked like a typical graduation, a giant pale orb taking up a quarter of the football field on one side.

Nick walked up the stage and looked out at the crowd, smiling and waving to his mom and step-dad before looking at the front row to find Rebecca, pregnant with another set of quints and in her graduation robe, and their first five babies looking up at him. He cleared his throat and looked at the paper in his hands.

“Good afternoon everyone and congratulations on graduating today! I know we’re all excited to start these next chapters in our lives and I couldn’t be happier to be here with you today. I’ve spent the last eight years working on fertility medicine, something that has not only helped me and my family, but others around the world. I am proud to help those in need create the next generation, grow their families, and fulfill their dreams. And I’m fulfilling mine today. By graduating and becoming the doctor, father, son, brother I’ve always wanted to be. I’ve never been happier and I hope you all have found or will find that same happiness in life. Now, let's get these diplomas and go party!”

Cheers erupt in the crowd as everyone claps for the young doctor, his fellow students and teachers admiring his spirit, work, and dedication to family.

When the ceremony ended, Nick and Rebecca made their way to Maria, her eyes red from crying happy tears. John shook his hand, hugging his daughter in law and kissing his grandchildren on the head.

“Congratulations my baby!” Maria cried, hugging Nick tight and kissing his face all over. “I’m so so so proud of you.”

“We all are,” John said, clapping Nick on the back.

“I wouldn’t be here without you, mom. Or you, John.” Nick smiled and patted his mother’s belly, a frown running across his face as he felt it tighten. “Mom? Are you feeling okay?”

Maria grunted. “It’s just a contraction nothing to worry—” a splash under her cut her off, her water breaking and John and Nick stepping into labor mode. “Okay… time to go home…”

Nick smiled, kissing his wife and helping John get Maria back into the truck to get home. “Don’t worry mom. We’re here with you. We always will be.”

The family drove off, ready to welcome more babies into their family.

[claraspregs]

Hyperpreg!!!

[wesoftupinhere]

some ladies

[alkali1]

Belly Attendant 3: Delivery Pt 1

The next morning you awaken to Naia whimpering and moaning through a strong contraction, her womb quivering and rolling under your fingertips. Her contractions picked up in frequency and intensity over night, and you figure that sometime today she'll have to push out the overgrown centaur foal. "Oh god, my hips are so sore. Maybe I overdid it last night" Naia whines. "Your body was probably telling you to help loosen them up and get things moving." You respond, pressing your hands deep into her plush buttocks to provide soothing counterpressure to her strained pelvis.

You cuddle for hours, keeping her milked, fed, and pleasured, as the contractions slowly dilate her. You pay special attention to her sore pelvis, spending lots of time squeezing her fat birthing hips as she struggles with the pain of them opening up to pass the overdeveloped surrogate foal. With the help of her magical weightbearing harness, you ease her into whatever positions her body urges her to take. A semi-squat on the edge of the bed is perfect for burying your face between her plump thighs and making her gasp and moan in pleasure for an hour. Wiping off your face, you check her dilation again. "15 centimeters. But it still feels like you have a ways to go." Privately you wonder what the absolute maximum diameter is that she can possibly stretch to. Having to go beyond 10 is rare for her, only needed for the absolute largest of her surrogate children, and this foal is large enough to really push her limits.

After laboring all day, it's now early evening. When you sense her energy and willpower flagging you wipe the sweat from her brow and pepper her face with kisses, whispering loving reassurances to her. "Oh God, I feel like I'm about to hit transition." she moans. "Should we get you to the birth chamber?" you ask. "Ooh, not quite yet" she moans, grabbing your hand and pulling it towards her needy cunt. You finger her clit, feeling her thighs squeezing desperately around your arm, while kissing and worshiping her heaving, lopsided belly. She cums hard after only a few minutes, but her moans of pleasure are soon replaced by pain as she feels something deep and low inside her shift. "Get me to the birthing room, now. I need to walk to get this foal positioned right." You hold her arm and arm, helping her balance as she slowly waddles through the temple halls. Each contraction makes her stop and let loose guttural screams of discomfort and pain. She realizes that the baby is malpositioned, and the too-large head is jammed awkwardly against her back. You provide as much counterpressure as you can in the small of her back but it seems to do very little to help with the crushing pain.

"This is the worst back labor I've had since that stubborn half-giant a few years ago. It feels like my spine is going to pop out of alignment."

The contractions get stronger and closer together as her womb attempts to squeeze the awkwardly angled head through her painfully stretched cervix. She's barely able to waddle for 30 seconds between each one before instinctively dropping into a wide squat, clutching desperately at her poor hips while pushing furiously. Even with the harness it's difficult for you to heave her back upright. You finally make to to the chamber when her water bursts dramatically, soaking the tiled floor and your shoes. Without the cushioning bag of fluid the head is able to align well enough with her birth canal for her pushes to start to make progress.

You get her lying down on the room's mattress, on her side with one plump leg hiked up as far as she can, resting in a loop of fabric dangling from the ceiling. You push your arm into her darkly swollen pussy to check her, and feel a cervical lip impeding her progress. You gently, manually stretch her cervix during her pushes, feeling the cannonball-sized head bulging forward millimeters at a time.

Elves have the unique ability for their pelvic ligaments to stretch like rubber, a necessity for a race that carries babies for 36 to 40 months. After two hours of pushing, her hip bones have separated several inches, just barely enough for the foal's human head to start squeezing its way between.

"I can't stretch any more!" she whines, "It's so big!" "You're doing such a great job, honey. I know this is a big one but it's nothing you can't handle."

She pleads for you to help her into the ceiling harness: a device similar to her magical belly support belt. It allows birthing surrogates to be suspended semi-weightlessly with their body supported, to allow for a greater variety of birthing positions. You strap her in and hoist her up so she's lying on top of her belly, which still touches the ground. You help her pull her legs forward to open up her hips. Finally, her desperate, grunting pushes are starting to force the oversized head through her separated hips. Her pussy starts to get puffy and bulgy, a sliver of hair visible deep within her folds. "Oh god I can feel it, it's way too big!" Petting her belly and covering her in tender kisses, you reassure her that it isn't, that she's going to be able to do this. Privately, you're starting to have your doubts. The horse half is going to be wider than the head, will it get stuck in her straining, creaking pelvis? You quickly tap out a magic message to the temple abbot, letting her know that Naia is having a difficult birth, and to remain on standby to provide auxiliary support if needed.

You work soothing oil into her swollen pussy, magically infused to help her stretch beyond her natural capacity. Though it may help her stretch, it does almost nothing to help with the pain of being spread and stretched around a 70 pound centaur. You can tell the burning pain is unbearable for her. She lets out a high pitched shriek of "Noooooooo!" with the push that parts her tender lips around the beginnings of the massive crown.

"Oh my god it burns so bad! Please get me to the pool now!" she cries out. You move the harness over the room's hot-spring fed birthing pool, lowering her in and unstrapping her swollen body from the uncomfortably tight fabric. Kneeling down behind her, you run your finger around the tight rim of her cunt. She's stretched tighter than she has been in months, and the head is still not even at its widest point.

You start to worry that she could tear. With one hand, you brace her perineum, and with the other, you press down on her clit, reassuring her that she's not going to rip, that she just needs a little extra time to stretch. You help coach her through panting away the contractions, fighting the urge to push to let her body work at the pace it needs to. But no extra stretch is forthcoming, even as you hold the head in place for over half an hour. You painstakingly manipulate her achingly tight lips a millimeter at a time, gradually pulling them back around the hard surface of the head, easing it out of her without letting her tear. Finally, with a guttural shriek from Naia, it squirts forward on its own, finally fully crowned. But you both know that the hardest part is still to come: the horse body.

[sidenote-on-da]

I haven't posted in a while, so what better to post again than by redrawing two year old art celebrating the best holiday (+ original drawing because I know I haven't posted it here)

[breedingprincessjackie]

Wrote a story for imagineyourpregnant but also wanted to put it here 💋

Imagine your son never stops growing inside you.

Getting pregnant while already pregnant is unusual. The problem is you’ve been carrying for twenty years now and your unborn son is the father of the new fetus growing inside. 

Before all this craziness, you had eagerly anticipated giving birth. You wanted to feel you're pussy stretching open. You wanted to give life and feel heavy and full with a man's seed. Man after man filled you with cum, and you loved it. You couldn't get enough. It was only a matter of time before you were knocked up. 

You adored growing huge and heavy with child. You loved it so much. Still, it never ended. Your waters never broke no matter how many men frantically fucked you, wailing for mercy as your enormous pregnant belly shook with each thrust. Your legs couldn't be closed anyhow with your womb expanding up and out; might as well use it. 

Your baby stayed safe and warm within your womb. Growing and growing as children tend to do, your skin somehow managed to stretch with it. 

You are pregnant, and it doesn't end. It hasn't ended.  It shouldn't be possible. 

You didn't think it could happen, not now, not to you. 

You can't get any more pregnant. You're skin is stretched thin. You can't see over the massive orb of flesh, that had been you're stomach, anymore. You haven't been able to see your feet for a long while. Touching your clit yourself is out of the question although you want it more than anything. 

Your son simply continued growing in your womb.

Nothing would ignite your labor and you refused a cesarean. There was no need. Nothing was technically wrong aside from the obvious. He remained and grew with the same vigor as your tits, engorged with milk. They sat heavy on top of your belly and bounced with every strong movement from within your womb. 

Your body grew sensitive with pregnancy, and that didn't stop either. 

You are mostly womb at this point. It hangs so heavy on your hips you can't walk for long periods. Medically, you shouldn't be able to walk at all. But you do, and you like standing near your apartment window, gigantic belly pressing against the glass, as men who try to break your water pound into your fat pussy. 

You like the position and feeling their balls slap the underside of your belly. You love feeling their cum drip out of you.

They all try hard. You love their creampies and hands on your belly as they devour your soaked pussy. Still, after a while the parade of men grows tiring. Not one had come close to sending you into labor. 

You have come to enjoy when it was just you and your baby. 

You two are alone often, with your current state, and yet it's probably better that way. 

Lying on your bed, you grip your belly and frantically rub at any skin you can reach. The mountain of flesh ripples and shakes. A rhythm eventually takes to the harsh movements sending ripples across your skin. You're practically moved along with your belly, it's not helped by the unconscious thrusting of your own hips. 

You can't stop, and won't be anytime soon. 

You can't help yourself anymore. 

You moan, "Oooohhhhh Oooooo OH GOD! He's Cumming. I feel ittttt. Oh God, he's cumming inside meeeee!" 

You're relationship with your son was different because of your strange pregnancy.

He grew like any other man and all the hormones that come with it. For 18 years, your baby grew and left your womb an unrecognizeable fertile dome. 

Now, he rubs his erect cock against the walls of his mother' womb, seeking pleasure from the friction. It was, after all, the only home he had ever known. It drives you wild. You feel every thrust. You cum drooling with every pulsing spurt of his cock. 

It takes a few months before you notice. With age, your baby's growth slowed, but it starts up again. Angry veins make maps across your skin.  

You feel more, smaller kicks, against your belly. A Second placenta formed. Your sons seed with nowhere else to go implanted in your already packed womb. There was more than one. 

You never expected to like it as much as you did, but ever since you learned you were even more pregnant your pussy was never empty. You drowned yourself in the pleasure of having any man willing to rub his cock against your belly. They fucked you hard and fast on all fours with your legs lifting off the ground. Huge and immobilized all you can do is scream in frenzied pleasure. 

"I'm gonna pop! I'm so bigggggg! I'm gonna explode! It's so much. It's too much! It's so tight! I'm so FULLLL". FUCK ME HARDER! FILL ME!" 

You feel an erect cock against your navel, from the inside, not out. It sends you into a frenzy of wailing as another man's thick cock pounding in and out sends gushes of your arousal across your thighs. 

You're stomach tightens and rumbles. The mountain of a womb contracts brutally. You ignored it for a while. Your need for your pussy to be filled outweighed logic. You are a balloon about to pop and you don't care. 

"I'M GONNA BURST! MY BELLYS TOO BIG! IM GONNA CUM IM CUMMING! PLEASE, GIVE ME MORE! MOREEEE!"  

One man humps your ass as fast as his hips can thrust. He buries his thick cock deep in your burning hot pussy. Only when his cum spurts out onto your gigantic belly do the men lift your legs open and investigate the tight drum heaving in front of them. 

"Uh…uh ah ah Ahhh AHHHHH GOD ITS HAPPENING! I'M GIVING BIRTH, FINALLY, MY BABY IS COMING OUT!" 

More men cum and one wiped the seed like lotion onto your womb and takes your long swollen navel between his teeth. He sucks, and you whine for more. 

You stretch impossibly wide, but still you drool and moan in ecstacy. You lie in a puddle of you're own fluids, birthing and otherwise, that continues to squirt from you vigorously. Your heavy heaving tits drip milk down your belly in a steady stream. Your child's head shouldn't be able to fit but your skin still stretches until you feel a wet head brushing against the bottom of your ass. It shouldn't be possible to be stretched so wide, and your eyes roll back. 

"MY PUSSY IS SO FULL. I'M CUMMING! MY SON IS COMING OUT! I CANT STOP CUMMING! HE'S SO BIG! AH, AH, AH I'M PUSHING! I'M CUMMING!!!"

When be comes out of you, followed by cum dripping out of your gaping wide pussy, you know you'll be even bigger, much less empty, soon enough.  

[mychlapci]

omfg you know what's been on my mind recently. bots that are too skinny, small and weak for the babies they're carrying.

I'm picturing one starting with a small baby bump, being eager and excited for the rest of the pregnancy. then it gets bigger. and bigger. and bigger. and suddenly they can hardly walk, their legs can't support the weight of their belly, their knees can't keep straight. so they try to waddle around weighed down by the baby, maybe holding onto walls... they're constantly tired, hungry and in pain from the sheer weight of it. everyone around them just can't wait to see how the birth is going to go. (-bubbles)

hrghh yeass... skinny bots carrying huge bellies, burning fuel so fast they can't seem to gain enough weight to pad their baby bump. the birth could last days, with the bot's valve split around their huge sparkling's helm for hours.

[ftmbreedingbitch]

Stupid little t boy swells up with a big, heavy litter 💖