#pickledpet answers

[pickledpet]

I’d love to breed you, fucking you hard as many times a day as I can until we fall asleep at 3am, exhausted, and you’re so full of my seed that you look like you’re already starting to show from pregnancy. I keep fucking you like that until you really are showing, long after your pregnancy test comes back positive, just to make sure—but then your hormones kick in and you’re begging me to fuck your boycunt every day anyway.

Finally you’re due. Then you’re overdue, and you’re huge. We know it can’t be one baby, but that’s why we fucked so much. You begged me to put two or three or six babies in you.

You can barely move as another week goes by, the babies kicking you and squirming, ready to be born. When another week and then another week draws to a close you’re begging me to fuck you until your water breaks. So I do. How could I resist you while you’re this gravid? Your water does break and gushes around my cock, and we’re both wet.

I fuck you slowly a while longer while you start laboring, the pain building and ebbing as I bring you to orgasm again and again for the next two hours. You’re whimpering with pain and overstimulation. We know you’re full of my seed and you’ll be pregnant again by the time you push out the placenta. But you already know—from being deliciously overdue for weeks—that you want to be pregnant again, quickly.

Finally you moan that you have to push. I pull out and go behind you to prop you up. You feel my cock, hard and leaking, pressing against your bare back. Just like we practiced—I pull your legs apart and lay them over my knees so you’re draped across me, your boycunt gaping and ready to birth out my babies. We both put our hands on your taut belly.

It’s time to push.

You tuck in your chin and strain as our first baby batters its way through your cervix. Birth fluids and cum spray out of you. When you feel the first stretch in your birth canal you whimper and gasp out, “It’s BIG.” Of course it’s big. You’re almost a month overdue. They’re all big.

I stroke your hard belly and tell you you’re my good boy, pushing hard for me like this. You’ve been such a good boy, holding my babies in for this long so they can come out strong and healthy. You push again and feel your birth canal fill with the baby’s head. You moan in my arms, “It hurts.” I know, baby, I put some big babies in you. This is going to hurt so fucking bad, I tell you, but after you’ve pushed out every baby I’ll make you cum over and over while I fill you back up with my seed.

“I think I’m gonna cum NOW,” you whimper. You buck your hips and whine long and low while you push, and then the orgasm hits and you feel the baby surge forward to hit the inside of your lips. You scream—it’s blinding agony and blinding pleasure. You push during the aftershocks, bucking and screaming.

“Fuck, it’s gonna crown!” Good boy, push hard, crown out my first baby. You’re panting in between every push, your belly hard under my fingers and your legs shaking. Suddenly the burn hits you, hard, the ring of fire as my huge baby starts to stretch your boycunt open. Instinctively you reach down to your boycunt—not that you CAN reach it. You haven’t been able to touch yourself for 7 weeks. You still can’t reach down that far and you start thrashing in my arms, crying and screaming. “It hurts! It’s crowning, it’s crowning, oh my god it huuuurts!”

I pin your legs open and lean forward, forcing you to fold towards your belly and putting pressure on your still-full womb. PUSH, boy.

“No! No! Oh my god, oh my god!” And then your voice is lost in a scream as my baby’s huge head eases to a full crown, then pops out with a rush of amniotic fluid. We collapse back against the pillows.

You’re sobbing in relief, “Oh my god, it came out. It came out. I just gave birth. Fuck it hurt so fucking bad.”

I rub your belly and tell you it’s not out yet. You practically go limp in my arms, weeping with pain and exhaustion. That’s fine. I wasn’t going to let you push right now anyway. You start squirming, “Something’s happening. It hurts…” I tell you the baby is rotating so you can push out the shoulders. Your legs are shaking again. “I think I’m gonna cum ag—“ And your sentence finishes in a scream as you cum, hard, and the shoulders shoot out of your boycunt. Your screams tip me over the edge and my cock spasms against your back, pumping hot cum between us. The aftershocks roll through both of us as you finish birthing out our baby onto the bed.

“Fuck, fuck, I feel empty,” you moan.

I roll out from behind you, sticky, and crawl between your legs to retrieve our firstborn baby. I pick her up and put her on your chest. She must be at least nine pounds. You’re such a good boy, pushing out such a huge baby all on your own. You’re nearly delirious with painful contractions and the haze of cumming so hard. I feel deep inside your boycunt and you squirm around my fingers.

“Babe, I-I need to push again,” you whimper. “I need to push so bad.”

But I already know that. I can already feel the next baby’s huge head stretching your cervix even wider than the first baby.

This is so good, I don't know if I should fuck myself about it or if I should cry because I want to be bred like this so bad 🤭🤤

[pickledpet]

I'd have you so full and pregnant that your stuffed womb is the only thing you can think about. You're desperate to give birth, to relieve that aching pressure, your body screaming to push, push! But I keep you sitting pretty on the couch, legs closed, teasing you about how good you look pregnant.

"I know, I know... you'll be able to push in a little bit... I just wanna admire your womb a little longer..."

And you're stuck there panting, sweating, and wholly uncomfortable for hours as I trace circles over your taut stomach. Maybe a push in a little bit harder, to see you squirm.

The couch would be so fucking soaked as every contraction would push more amniotic fluid out of my womb, I'd hardly be able to keep my legs shut while a huge infant is squeezing its way through my birth canal and threatening to split me open, I'd be stuck with the head trying to crown for hours but it'd keep slipping back inside cause I'd have to keep sitting upright with my legs closed, maybe even crossed.... my body would keep trying to push for me involuntarily while I'd be trying to hold the urge back

But I bet once you'd let me start pushing it still wouldn't be easy, I'd keep trying to reach down to feel the head but it simply wouldn't crown I'd keep having to kneel down, whine and sweat and push with everything I have to get the head to be visible through my pussy....then by the time I got the head to crown I'd be so out of energy I'd just be panting and moaning with the massive head stuck at its widest point

[pickledpet]

I'd love to impregnate you with a couple of larger heavy eggs, not enough to make you obviously look pregnant but enough to make you look a bit bloated. And my ideal scenario would be you having to birth them in a public bathroom or somewhere risky where you can't make much noise, the squelching of your pussy would already be loud enough so you would not be able to afford any panting or whining.

I'd be crouching in a bathroom stall with my pants and underwear around my ankles and my hand glued to my mouth to stifle my whimpers as the eggs bullied their way out of my boycunt one after the other, some of them would get stuck or be facing the wrong way so I'd be forced to whimper into my hand while desperately rolling my hips and pushing until my underwear would be filled with the clutch

Or imagine if someone interrupted me halfway through birthing them and I'd have to quickly dispose of the ones I already pushed out and forcefully shove a big one back into my birth canal ruining 20 minutes of progress just to be able to exit the stall, the massive egg barely peeking out of my opening, its tip grazing my underwear, after being pushed back inside

[pickledpet]

We’ve both been laboring on our clutches all evening, and it’s after midnight now. Coaching each other through the contractions, screaming sometimes, gasping “hold me” when it gets bad, begging each other to let the other push even though we’ve been checking and neither of us is dilated yet.

The eggs deep inside our wombs were oviposited on the same night, by the same woman. We went through every stage of pregnancy together. Neither of us know how many eggs are inside us, or how big they are, but we’re both huge.

And now you’re in my arms whimpering through a contraction, and I know my belly is about to contract too. I moan as tightens and my contraction envelopes me. You check me again. I’m dilated. I check you—you’re dilated too. We whimper as we prop up a few pillows and lean back, holding hands. We’re ready.

We count down together and push as our contractions mount. We’re both screaming by the end of the contraction—it’s confirmed. The eggs are big. Fuck. We push again, straining, moaning, then screaming. The eggs are fully in our birth canals and the pain is unbearable.

“Push!” I scream.

“Fuck, fuck,” you groan. “I’m crowning, fuck, I’m crowning!”

“It hurts,” I whimper, because I’m crowning too. The ring of fire is developing between my legs. “Fuck, I need to get it out.”

We grip each others hands so tight that it feels like our bones are breaking, but that pain is nowhere close to the pain in our stretching boycunts.

Screaming our lungs out, both of us feeling every second of our eggs slowly crowning out of our boycunts. As we stretch wider and wider and our screams mount, I know we’re both wondering—how big are these eggs?

“I can’t!” I shriek “It hurts so bad.”

“We have to,” you gasp. “Push! Oh god—oh god! Oh my god!”

Primal sounds erupt from our chests. The eggs are coming…coming…fuck, it hurts. I’m going to tear…

With a final heave, we scream our eggs out of our boycunts and onto the bed with a rush of fluids.

“Oh my god,” you moan.

I look at the massive egg between my legs. “Fuck, we gave birth.” I lay back against the pillows, whimpering. “Oh my god, we gave birth. It hurts, it still hurts. But fuck, it’s over. We gave birth.”

“It’s not over,” you say, your voice trembling.

I look at my belly, as another contraction draws it taut. Oh my god…now that more fluids have left our wombs, it’s clear from the outlines that both of us are still filled with three, four more eggs, at the very least.

“Oh god,” I say.

“I need to push out the next one!” you scream.

We’re in for a long night.

And the best night too this is so fucking hot

Maybe we'd have an easier time kneeling or crouching and clinging onto each other, let gravity help pull down the eggs 😖🤤

[pickledpet]

please,,, can we be prisoners at the same breeding camp? maybe we've become friends, watching each other grow dangerously larger as our inhuman children stretch our bellies so huge that we're terrified we'll burst. stuck in the same cell, rubbing each other's bellies out of a horrified desire for our own to stay intact. please,,, going into labor one after the other, crying to you "oh god it's coming, please make it stop,,," when i know that the same will happen to you soon. trying our best to help each other through labor when we know nothing can help. screaming and crying together and begging the other person not to push as we realize "no please,,, i have to push,,, make it stop, make it stop"

us being our only references for how well (or not) we're crowning,,, trying to make each other feel better when we know it's a lie made up only for comfort

"i can see it!! you're right there, only a few more pushes and you'll be okay, it'll be out of you soon, i promise, it'll get better, you just have to push a little more, i promise..." when the truth is that i'm barely even at a teardrop and you can see how swollen my perineum is, you can tell how dangerously huge this head is, but you don't want me to lose hope and stop pushing, because we can't let each other die like this.

god please id do anything for this

We wouldn't die (cause I love hard births and don't mind some injuries but I don't like death) we'd just suffer for days on end. We'd take turns giving each other perineumal massages, pushing on each other's bellies while completely delirious over our own births. We'd have to fight tooth and nail for every scrap of progress while making sure we don't let the absolutely ginormous heads explode out of our cunts and tear them right down to our assholes, it's an extremely slow grueling process and the stretch of the crown, when we get there after a week of suffering, has us panting and dry heaving.

[pickledpet]

Imagine there is an alien species which has the ability to alter your body so whatever is in your womb can now be pushed out of your boycunt or your ass, it makes the birthing process more efficient according to them. They pack you full of their huge eggs and let you go on your way.

You look huge, full term with twins when you start feeling twinges in your womb signalling that labour is imminent. You got impregnated around a year ago so you forget the changes they made to your reproductive system until, to your horror an egg each drops into your tight birth canals and both of your holes start burning as the massive eggs starts stretching them open.

I'd be so fucking full it'd be hard to even attempt to position myself so I can start pushing, I'd have to settle for a less efficient but more comfortable position with my womb so packed.

While pushing I could probably feel the eggs rubbing against each other through the walls of my pussy and my ass. At first I'd probably try to cheat the system and shove one of them further back in so I could birth from one hole at a time but I'd quickly realise it's futile because the eggs are coming out quickly and another egg is already lodged deep into my birth canal and there's no way I can push the first one back far enough.

So in the end I'd be whining and gripping my torpedo shaped stomach as the eggs crown together and get stuck in my tight holes together so I'm forced to change positions and keep bearing down while rocking my hips to dislodge them (I'd hope the other dozen will be easier to birth)

[pickledpet]

I'd love to see you carry an ostrich egg or two. Maybe you're even a few weeks overdue, so you're sick and tired of carrying such heavy eggs and they're a little bigger than they're supposed to be. You're excited to get rid of the big, heavy things stretching your womb, but you know that the birth is going to be hard... And when the time comes, it is.

You spend hours on your back with your legs spread, panting and whimpering as the tip of the first egg begins stretching you out. Even just the smallest part of the ostrich egg is bigger than the toy eggs you're used to, and you know it's just going to get worse. It takes so long for you to stretch to the widest part, and every push is agony as you feel your poor cunt about to break. Maybe you'll scream and cry as the egg gets stuck a few times, reaching down to try and pull it out only for it to slip back into you a little

Doesn't matter what position you try to birth in, it'll be hard either way... And you likely won't have the strength to keep yourself upright, even if gravity would help you a fair bit. By the time the egg is on the verge of popping out of you, your entire body is exhausted and wracked with pain. You think you've screamed yourself hoarse, but as the egg slips out of your hole, the blinding pain is enough to get another agonized noise out of you. Fluid gushes out of you soon after, and you're reminded that you'll have to go through the process all over again for your second egg.

I think I'd spend a fair amount of time curled up in a ball with the tip of the second egg just peeking out of my swollen pussy but my entire perineum bulging obscenely under the weight of it. I'd try to let myself rest for as long as possible but the contractions would keep pushing the egg against my slit, urging me to bear down. 😖

[pickledpet]

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I'd keep working at the farm even while 42 weeks pregnant with a 12lbs baby packed tightly into my womb, I'd keep getting aches and pains all day but ignoring it all, labouring slowly for many hours, still tending to the animals only stopping periodically to grip onto something to move my hips in circles and moan, feeling my baby slowly inching its way forward, passing through my cervix. I'd want to finish my daily tasks before giving birth in my farmhouse.

I'd carry on working ignoring the wetness between my legs and the contractions urging me to push. The seams of my jeans would force a much needed orgasm out of me that'd have me on my knees. I'd feel my baby's head slowly spreading me open but I'd put my hands between my thighs, take a deep breath and push it back. This would trigger another orgasm.

My legs would feel like jelly by the time I'd get to the house.

I'd take my clothes off in a hurry and lay on my bed to labour, possibly cursing myself for pushing the baby's head back cause it would sit stubbornly behind my puffy lips for the next few hours. I'd try to pass the time by touching myself until one particular deep and strong orgasm would kick my labour into high gear again. I'd get on my hands and knees and start pushing. It'd be so hot to realise that previously the top on my baby's head was barely peeking out and I'll have to stretch so much wider to actually birth it. I'd try and try and the sensation of the full crown stretching me impossibly wide would have me writhing in pain and pleasure all over again. Little would I know that after the head pops out with a gush of fluid the shoulders would get impossibly stuck.

[pickledpet]

an egg pregnancy but they stay in your birth canal, growing bigger and heavier day after day, pressing against your hole, begging to be birthed but you can’t push, they’re not ready yet. the more they grow, the lower they feel inside you, and you have to resist the urge to get on your knees until they’re so big you’re so uncomfortable and full, stretching open your boycunt as you have no choice but to bear down.

the eggs getting so huge that they end up practically pushing themselves out because there's no more room is so hot

[pickledpet]

eggs, around 30-50 and they'd be just big enough so you can't push them out comfortably, just a liiiiittle bit oversized

idm what shape, I'd just like to see it get big and heavy, so maybe kinda droopy to show whatever is in there is coming out soon

overdue of course that's how the eggs got so big 🧡

labour itself would be pretty easy so you could labour for days and days on end and keep popping out eggs anywhere, at home or discreetly in public

although I'd especially love to see you having to stand on public transport while an egg is splitting your cunt open 🧡

Imagine if it was a particularly big egg too and I could feel the tip easing itself into my underwear but nothing more because it'd be one of the biggest of the clutch so it can't just pop out. But what if then multiple smaller ones started coming down and piling on top of the big one, weighing it down and gradually shoving it out of my swollen cunt.

Imagine if I dropped something and I had to pick it up, the change of position would definitely make the egg crown, I'd be so mortified knowing that one more wrong move and a handful of slimey eggs will fill my underwear.

Ooh what if someone offered me their seat thinking I was heavily pregnant (which I technically would be) and I wouldn't want to refuse and when I sat down the big egg lodged into my pussy would roughly get shoved back inside. Maaaaaybe with an audible squelch-

[pickledpet]

Okay... imagine you get knocked up with a few eggs, nothing special. Except you ignore the warnings about birthing them in time, because they just keep getting bigger and bigger and you love the feeling. But then they've been in there too long and you have to push, the first egg crowning but getting stuck before it's widest point. Such a long labour you'd ensured yourself, and even after the first egg there's the rest of the clutch waiting behind it...

fuck my answers are getting so sloppy I'm too horny to think

I'd be so filled with dread when the first egg could hardly squeeze through my cervix even though I'd be completely dilated, I'd keep trying to lube up and stretch my hole out in anticipation of the giant egg crowning but it'd be no use it'd still get stuck fast. Even after hours of pushing I'd only be able to get it to its widest point, I'd be so fucking desperate pressing down on my distended belly, crouching and rocking my hips. And while I'd try to push out this one egg I'd know that the others are still growing and the more time I take to birth one the bigger the next one gets....

Can you imagine me panting and whimpering while trying to coax the last, largest egg out of my cunt? I'd be too exhausted to move, I'd lay there moaning and crying about feeling like my pussy is about to tear

[pickledpet]

imagine you're an elf who got knocked up by a human, the human baby is done technically after 9 months but since elves live longer they gestate longer so your body forces to keep it in so you end up having to push out a 20lbs+ baby. the other problem is that elves are also generally smaller than humans.....

By the end of this fantasy freak accident I would probably barely be able to move due to the massive veiny torpedo shaped belly weighing me down packed with a baby much too big for me to birth.

I'd dread going into labour but it'd have to happen at some point, right? I'd want my water to break extremely dramatically just a huge torrent of fluid violently spraying from my boycunt, soaking the entire bottom half of my outfit.

It'd probably take days for labour to progress enough to allow the giant baby to even begin crowning. I'd probably feel so fucking full, like one wrong move and I might just burst. My back would feel like it might shatter I'd be practically bedbound for days on end with the contractions right on top of each other my body trying to expell the baby as fast as possible even though it's around ×5 larger than what I'd normally be birthing. Even though every day I'd try to push with all my might the head would only inch forward a tiny bit. I would only be able to writhe beneath the gargantuan stomach and keep pushing again and again. The head would probably be stuck at its widest point for an entire weekend with my cunt stretched so taut its edges would go purple then white.

The head would probably be too big to dramatically explode out of me, it'd emerge extremely slowly and bring along another spurt of the milky amniotic fluid.

How would I ever birth the shoulders.....?

I'd probably need a person to push down on my labouring stomach while another person tries to rotate and pull the baby free.

[pickledpet]

god, you’re perfect.

I can’t help but think about pumping you full of my baby (or babies…twins do run in my family after all…). I’d hold my hand over your stomach as I thrust into you, looking you in the eye as I promise to knock you up.

you’d get big pretty quickly, the baby growing fast. It’d be just our luck for the baby to be long and chunky, giving you this immense weight to carry around for months.

as we get closer to your due date, that weight gets lower and heavier, the pressure gets more intense. Until one day you wake up to a pain and a pop, your sac breaking and spraying amniotic fluid all over our bed.

I’d hold you as push, pulling your legs back as you struggle to get our baby’s massive head back. I’d rub your belly and kiss your temple, praising you for how well you’re doing. Such a good boy, pushing so well to get our baby out of your belly. it wouldn’t be easy or fast, you’d be stuck pushing for hours, changing from position to position. Even when we start seeing the baby’s head, it slips back in a few times before you ever crown. Then, you’re just stuck there for awhile. Baby seems content to sit just crowning for *hours.*

poor boy…I can’t wait to do it to you again as soon as this baby is out.

It'd be amazing to have surprise twins, thinking it's one huge baby but it's actually two still pretty big ones. My hips would be so sore towards the end of the pregnancy with even maternity clothes stretched taut over my suspiciously large bump. 🤭

I'd want my water to break really dramatically with absolutely no way to hide that I'm in active labor with one of your huge babies already wedged tight against my weakened cervix.

I'd love to struggle and crown for a few hours, the baby seemingly completely refusing to budge while my boycunt is stretched to its limits by its huge head. I wouldn't even notice my belly still looking distended, full of the second, larger baby waiting to be born.

Imagine pushing your fingers into my pussy to check if the placenta is coming along alright but instead feeling the hard surface of the twin's massive skull stretching my birth canal open instead. I'd be so tired after the first birth the second one might take even longer to push out. 🥺

[pickledpet]

I'd get you pregnant with one huge baby except you wouldn't know you're pregnant, when labour starts you'd think it's period cramps so you'd try to rub your clit to ease the pain and you'd think your water breaking is just you squirting but soon enough you'd be shrieking a baby out of your tight little boycunt <333

I'd be so confused by the sudden pressure and the urge to push, pregnancy would never even cross my mind, I'd still probably be in denial after trying to finger myself and my fingers bumping into the emerging baby's skull, my body would be pushing for me so there'd be no stopping the infant's head spreading my pussy wide open. I'd probably try to shut my legs or put my hand over my bulging cunt in hopes of delaying the inevitable.

[pickledpet]

Mutual birth is great, what about transfer birth? Scissoring me as you push. The egg grinding deeply against my cunt, leaving it no place else to go as it works its way out of you.

Both of us straining as it stretches us both together, the pop as it finally leaves your body and shoves fully into mine

Rubbing your now soft, deflated belly against mine taut with the same egg

Combine mutual birth and transfer birth where I beg you to help me with my clutch since I'm about to burst and I know they're not nearly done gestating. To lighten the load you let me lay half of them into you but by the time the eggs are ready to come out we're both bigger than I was when you let push some into you.

But I love one huge egg as well that it's so big that it's still lodged into my hole while it's already spreading your pussy wide open and neither of us can move and we're sort of stuck to each other like that hoping that something finally gives and the egg will successfully be transferred to you

[pickledpet]

triplets except u think it's twins and the first two babies aren't extremely hard to birth and after you're done u try to maybe rest a little, u start dozing off and you're woken up by extreme contractions and the surprise baby being much larger than its siblings rapidly being squeezed down your birth canal, u can't even think before you're on all fours, rocking your hips again

I'd probably birth the first two on my back, it'd hurt, it's fucking birth of course it would. But after half an hour of relaxing I'd feel this huge mass move through my cervix and down my birth canal. I'd be in denial despite how weighty it feels until the third infant's huge head would start bulging out of my boycunt. Even with two babies already out this one would stay put firmly lodged behind my lips, its head about as big as the others' shoulders if not bigger.

You'd need to help me to get on my knees, on my feet to crouch, on all fours anything but my back!!!!!! The contractions would be right on top of each other but I'd keep panting giving desperate but much too weak pushes, you would see the head spread my pussy wide open, then recede back inside so it's barely visible. 😖😵‍💫

How would I ever get it to crown???