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"I- I'm not pregnant," the boy insisted, clutching his contracting dome of a belly. It had been sagging low, hanging heavy on his hips ever since it had dropped last week. You could see his stomach muscles harden and squeeze again, as they had been doing for several hours now.

"Really?" You said, "You could have fooled me. You don't mind if I hold your belly, right? I just want to get an idea of where the pain is coming from. ...Would that be alright?"

-You asked for permission, but you were already walking forward and outstretching a hand to touch your boy's gravid womb.

The boy bit his lip, conflicted over whether to permit you or not. But before he knew it, your warm palms were pressing tenderly into his midsection... and you could feel the very shape of the babies you'd fucked into him nine months ago.

For nine months, he had been denying his pregnancy to you, and especially to himself.

Silly boy... as if constantly tugging down the bottom of his shirts to conceal his swelling belly all this time hadn't just drawn more attention to it.

"Ah! AHH!" a gush of fluid finally flowed out of him and down his exposed legs. "I can feel it coming... I can feel something descending... My body is telling me to push... No, no no no! I can't be pregnant-" your little boy began to break down in sobs.

"Shhh, shhh. It's okay. I'm here with you," you said as you kept using one hand to lift the weight of his belly off his hips, and lowered the other to check his dilation. Somewhat to your surprise, you could already feel the head of the first baby brushing up against your fingers. Your boy had held back his contractions for so long... and yet here he was, already in a beautiful crown.

"I'm not ready to be a daddy..." he breathed, gritting his teeth through the pain. "I can't be pregnant. I'm not even able to get pregnant..."

You were the sort of loving partner who would comply with anything your boyfriend wished.

"If you're not pregnant," you said, "then you won't mind if I push this back in."

You watched his eyes grow wide before you started to apply pressure and push your baby's head back to whence it came.

He looked so wonderful, round and swollen like this. Why not keep him this way a little longer? In all honesty, you both weren't ready to be parents just yet.

"You can keep them inside you until you're ready, baby. I love you. ❤️"

Mpreg Birth day!

i wanna pump you full with big heavy multiples and give you birth suppressants until you're uncomfortably overdue. one day i sneak labor inducing pills into your food, three times the amount that's recommended, and take you out into public. the dose i gave you is so high that you speedrun through early labor and dilate faster than you're prepared to handle. it doesn't take long before the first massive head comes barreling through your birth canal and the sheer pressure brings you to your knees. people stare but nobody cares enough to help or even ask if you're okay. i force you to your feet and make you keep walking, even though the contractions are coming faster and stronger by the second. i tell you to keep quiet and not to push. you try to be good for me even though i can see how much you want to drop down and scream those babies out of your tight tiny hole. you understand that i do this because i love you, right? i just love showing you and that big belly of yours off, showing everyone that you belong to me and what we've made together.

we move for two hours, your steps becoming increasingly unsteady and your breathing having turned into panicked panting. by the time we finally arrive home, there’s a huge bulge between your legs - despite your efforts to follow my orders, your body has pushed our baby down on its own.

i lead you to the bed, make you lie down and tell you you're allowed to push. your relief is shortlived because as the head inches ever so slightly forward, forming that famous teardrop shape, i stop its descend with my hand. your hips buck in surprise at the searing pain in your nether region and i use that moment to snap the chestity belt i've been holding, unbeknownst to you, into place around your hips.

i said you're allowed to push, not to birth. you really ought to pay more attention to what i say.

i can't be mad at you for not listening, of course. not when you look this beautiful - face red with exertion and glistening with sweat, writhing helplessly, trying and failing to find a position that relieves some of the agony, sobbing and screaming about how much it hurts, how big it is, begging to let you give birth. i just sit back and enjoy the show.

i let you suffer like that the entire night, watch as you wear yourself out with useless pushes. that baby's not going anywhere, darling, not until i decide it is. it's early morning when i finally do. you've earned the right to give birth, i think. i unlock the chastity belt but by now you're too weak to push properly. one would think your canal would be loose at this point but no, the baby still creeps forward at a torturous slow speed, making you feel every detail of the face. and those shoulders, wow, looks like we have a future quarterback in our family!

you've been in hard labor for almost 20 hours by the time the baby finally slides out of you. you're a sobbing mess but the tears of pain mix with tears of relief.

the next five minutes are nice for you. you hold our baby and even though your nether regions must still burn like hell, you're smiling weakly.

then your belly shrinks again, you wince, i see pure panic and horror flash over your face. i take the baby from you as you abruptly, uncontrollably start to bear down again, contractions hitting you again at full force as our next big baby forces its way through your body. despite the fact it's too huge for you, it's still a bit smaller than its sibling and slides forward quite fast. too fast for my liking. look at that, it's already beginning to crown. no, we can't have that, can we? where would be the fun in that?

you're so caught up in your pain that you don’t even notice me snapping the chastity belt back into place. even as you push fruitlessly, the head bulging grotesquely between your legs with no chance of escape.

don't worry, darling, i'll make sure there's a couple more fun days ahead for you. we have time, and there's still some babies left in that belly of yours.

Do you want your belly to swell, to feel my baby grow inside you? Week after week, my baby will get bigger and bigger. From not being able to feel a thing on conception to having your organs pressed on, my baby’s kicks showing through your belly. Your life will change in every way possible. The constant pressure and squirming in your abdomen will never let you forget that you’ve taken on a new responsibility and role in life. Whatever other goals or dreams you had, they’re done. It’s a mutual sacrifice that we must both make in order to live out our true purpose: breeding. I will breed you. Unprotected sex, over and over again. Always finishing inside you. Claiming your womb, your body, for myself. A wedding ring can be taken off or can’t be seen from a distance. It’s not a good enough mark for my property. Your big, heavy belly? Even from far away, people will see your waddle, your huge baby-filled belly sticking out in front of you. Full term, it hangs down between your legs. That’s how I truly make you mine. The best part is that you’re such a good little whore that you crave it. You want me to take your womb from you. You’ll beg me to. The feeling of my babies readjusting and fighting for space inside of you will be the most sensual feeling you ever have. I can’t wait to give it you, and make you a good breeding slut like you know deep down that you’re meant to be. I can’t wait to love and own you how you deserve.

It’s dinner and you’re watching his brilliant ass as he cooks

It’s dinner and you’re watching his brilliant ass as he cooks. You always count the weeks till he would routinely take turns cooking. Both of you are fair cooks. But dinner has always been a matter of love. Treating it as a dinner date. Every night.

You and your husband eat dinner. Staring round the tv. Sharing general small talk in between commercials.

You notice how bloated your husband is. Maybe too much starch? There was an awful lot of it in the meals both of you are eating. He pats his stomach. It seems so tense on his hands. It seems so solid. He shares a careful glance and you give a knowing smile. Leaving the room to grab some laxatives.

Walking back into the living room. You hand him the medicine. Sitting back beside him. The tv shone brightly on the news. A breath segment about a nearby meteor crashing. Before returning to the late night programs.

You tighten your thighs. The interlacing of your lips underneath reminds you of the warmth you start to feel. Your face is about the same warmth right now. Unknowingly your hand has drifted between your husband's groin. His penis is as stiff as your cunt quivers. He’s more than ready. Grabbing your hand coaxing you to rub his member though his pants.

God you’re both so horny right now. He stands grabbing you bridal style. Your sex pulses wanting desperately to be full of him. But he insists on making this semi romantic. Kissing hot cheeks sneaking a handful as you moan for his cock.

He drops you on the bed you both share. He unbuckles his pants, throwing them to the floor. While you hurryingly throw off your panties and skirt. He takes no time slamming his taint into your slit. The throbbing erection jolts you as you fall into the rhythm of sex. The groaning and panting. His hips dance like yours bucking end and out to meet each other. His length deep between you.

You gasp feeling his meat traveling deeper. He jolts, pushing his tip farther. Taking you focus off this lustful sex to notice the size of his belly. It’s round with stretch marks like he was full turn about to pop. Another press for air leaves your mouth as the mass contracts and he groans. If you didn’t know better you’d say he was in labor. That’s impossible. At least he didn’t have anywhere for these children to go? What are you thinking he couldn’t carry children, period.

Before anything else rises from your mind his stomach tucks in turning deep red. When you huff his dick reaches a point you see the tiniest bump in your womb. This isn’t possible, you're going crazy. He grabs your hand, exhausted from the pain. His stomach lays on top of you, his cock stuck between your legs. You rub his belly trying to soothe him, feeling bumps along his tight skin. His muscles squeeze down your free hand can feel them shift as he grunts. They’re traveling somewhere?

Again his stomach reddens. You had no gasp left as his dick was as deep as it was willing to go. It pushed on walls it couldn’t escape from. Your sex bare down on it trying to engage in your earlier sex. Feeling frustrated, you take the free hand from his belly. And slide a finger inside you. Feeling the base of his cock shifting. Your disbelief stuck in your mind. It is so much longer- you can’t slip a finger past a centimeter. His cock felt endless if hadn’t seen it’s end.

Another contraction contours his face. His hands squeeze yours, wanting for it to stop. Your finger brushes his base trying to leave your tingling sex. When you feel a bulge growing. You rub it wanting to know what you felt. It grows and travels until he cries. You start to join him as the bump begins to stretch your lips. Your sex clamps down almost aiding it’s travel as you feel it opening up. Another contraction rocks him as you scream. And his moans while your sex opens wider for its guest. You grab him as labor travels faster. It slips further down your cunt desperate clamps around your husband sex. Making it all the more sensitive as the orb travels faster. He cries again as you see a bugle inside his tip. Your skin becomes distorted as you moan, feeling him crowing inside you. It relaxes as your muscles shift the new bump into a more comfortable position. All while you feel how hard he still was.

Fluid pours inside you after your head tenses back. Quivering around the new warmth. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him till now. It’s pressing hotness causes you to worm around. His member never leave it, causing more pressure.

You feel your cunt press wide again as another orb desperately descends his shaft. You rub it’s passageway as it eagerly pulls though your opening. Hearing your husband's tired groan as it starts to crown. Same as before you watch the bump slowly, feeling it settle in a comfortable position. Your body jerks coiling around it’s new children. More fluid you feel his cock trying to slip free. He’s face is red with tears and pain. Whispering in a sore voice “I’m sorry.” You follow his eyes and the two orbs form a small baby bump. It made him concerned but it’s too late.

His contractions are too powerful. You moan feeling his cock throb with another one. It’s happening about every five minutes now. Sometimes seconds. He couldn’t move far without one forcing itself back in. Once again he slams into you the tip burst with a crown, assuming its position. Plot another orb adding to your womb. The fluid makes you cum. Harder than sex has ever made you.

He couldn’t stay like this forever. Hot, heavy the pain your husband passes out on top of you. His dick still rocking with contractions in his sleep. You spent the night trying to join him in his sleep. Waking up to spasm as more orbs flood your womb with thick fluid swelling inside. Climaxing as his penis is overrun with these balls. Slipping into your opening over and over. Crowning on top of each other adds to the weight of your now pregnant belly.

Your surroundings fade before waking with a weird heavy feeling. Seeing the large full term mass in front of you. And a missing cock between your legs to boot. Turning your head you can see him with his dick a normal size and only a little pouch to show for his struggles. Desperate to kiss his forehead you try to press towards him. But somehow the weight is even heavier and you can’t move.

By the time he wakes up. You’ve been stuck for an hour. Accepting the weird changes and the hot shifting of the orbs within you. Your hands have been cupping the growing breast during the hour.

-I’ll stop here for now. Maybe there will be a part two. A shy first time writer. <3

Imagine You Went on a Date with a Breeder

There was a small subset of the population maybe only .001% that were dubbed as breeders. There was nothing particularly different about them except their capacity to, well, breed. They say the breeders who could become pregnant could release multiple eggs during a cycle, easily becoming pregnant with multiples with the tiniest amount of sperm. They say they reproduced dramatically, gestation times drastically shortened.

You weren’t a breeder but that didn’t mean that you were curious. It started as an interest as it always does as you researched articles about breeders. They were few and far in-between, many choosing to keep their lives private, but the internet was a whole host of stories. One person who claimed to be a breeder bragged about their first pregnancy, five large babies, and that was only the start. They talked about how they constantly needed to pull at their tits to relieve themselves from producing milk. They talked about how quickly their gestation was, how they felt when their partner had fucked them without a condom the first time and their stomach immediately started to swell. They detailed how much they enjoyed it, how good it felt to be fucked and filled, and that they looked forward to it again.

Those who could impregnate however was a different story. They say that those who could impregnate were more recognizable primarily by the size of their penises and how much they could come. Other than that there wasn’t much information on them. There were stories but none of them seemed believable just people pretending and bragging about their penis.

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written by @preggowriteshere tags/kinks: nb!reader/gender not specified, pregnant!reader, breeding, rapid pregnancy, pregnant kink, lactation/breastfeeding

Imagine going out drinking and the drink gets spiked with   fertility and milk producing drugs. You end up getting bent over the bar  top and get taken right there by all the guys there. That seems to be the end of it until your breasts start swelling with milk and lactating.  Next thing you know two men are breastfeeding off you and your belly is  rapidly growing way beyond 9 months with triplets.

You just wanted to go out for a drink or two-- maybe possibly meet someone fun and hook up in the bathroom or at his apartment if he seemed nice enough. You didn't think that when you left the house on that random Friday night that you'd be in such a predicament.

But you'd met such a gorgeous man at the bar and he was incredibly affable and offered to buy you a drink. One drink turned into two, and then into five, and the bartender must've mixed the drink with the wrong proportions because one of those drinks didn't taste like the others. It didn't matter too much, though, because it was yummy and you liked the buzz it gave you.

When your mystery man kissed you, you didn't turn away and welcomed him into that passionate kiss. The way his grabby hands squeezed at your chest made a soft, needy whimper fall from your lips and before you knew it you were begging for more. But he didn't take you back to his apartment-- hell, he didn't even take you into a back room or bathroom. Instead, he was bending you over the bar and exposing your sex for practically the whole bar to see before very suddenly impaling you with his incredibly large cock.

The way he filled you up, the thick girth of his member pushing at your inner walls-- it barely even occurred to you that he was fucking you very publicly. It all felt so good that the embarrassment was a future-you's problem. Right now you just let out a loud, erotic moan and begged for more. You felt head of his cock punching the entrance of your womb over and over, and there wasn't a feeling quite like this. You felt like you were in a euphoric trance.

When he hit his climax, you felt thick and heavy ropes of come shooting into you and filing you up. There was so much inside of you that you actually felt bloated. In your brain fog you were turned over onto your back and you felt a large hand palming at your stomach, feeling the slight curvature he'd created from his spend inside of you.

Before you could even gather your thoughts and address what had happened, you felt another cock-- this one even bigger-- enter you. The sudden intrusion made you yelp out and squeeze around the girth. "F-fuck-- yes!" you all but screamed, reaching up with your hand to squeeze at your chest. Your nipples were especially erect and you must've been incredibly aroused because even your otherwise modest tits felt bigger somehow.

This man was even rougher and when he came, he came buckets. You peered down at your tummy and you swore you looked like you were actually carrying his baby. It was tantalizing and you wanted more. You could be the bar's cute little cumslut for the night and take everybody's load if it meant you got to feel this good all night. After one man had had his turn with you, they came around to the other side of the bar you were lying on and they massaged your tits while someone else fucked their load into you. You'd come so many times by the time half of the bar had been serviced-- you'd lost count and there was a sizable mess between your legs.

After coming around the twelfth or fifteenth time that night, all of the energy you had had been effectively fucked out of you and you had passed out wearing the most blissed-out expression. When you next woke up, the first thing you noticed was a tingling, almost prickling sensation in your tits-- right at the nipples.

When you blearily opened your eyes, two of your lovers from the your sex-filled night had their mouths latched onto each of your now-massive tits, their lips wet with a thin, milky-white substance. They each had a hand on your large dome of a belly, rubbing loving circles into the taut flesh to calm the apparently many lives within.

You looked over at a wall mirror to see your reflection and you looked like a vision of fertility. You looked around the bar and saw many smug, proud faces-- many men that were touching themselves just at the mere sight of you and some waiting for their turn at your breasts.

"What do you think? Maybe three? Four..?" One man said to another as they looked your form over with hungry eyes.

You cautiously placed a hand on the widest part of your belly and whined softly; it was like your belly was one large erogenous zone. You looked well overdue with at least triplets-- and that was a modest estimate.

"Dunno," another man answered, placing his hand next to yours on your belly. Everyone could see the vague shapes within kicking around inside.

You let out a whimper as you felt a pressure gripping your stomach, your fingertips digging into the tight flesh of your womb. Your belly surged a bit bigger with a growth spurt and very suddenly, liters and liters of fluid gushed out from between your legs.

"Well," the first man who'd spoken laughed, "Looks like we're gonna find out really soon..!"

My stomach got soooo noisy and gurgly, it's starting to freak me out

Oh yeah

Oh boy .. so this is happening…

Afatsohog

Mentos , Cola

1 Liter Beer in belly

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What’s the first thing that comes to mind…

Afatsohog

…somebody stuff me until I pop.

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