I Decided To Walk Around A Bit And, Oh Godd.. I Feel Such A Strong Urge To Push 😖

Looking for someone who wants to RP a shade darker, where you are the unwilling subject of my insidious impregnation. Whether I am a passive tech whiz, alien race, summoned demon, maybe a PETA person trying to save the whales (or Bigfoot), I would love to experiment on you and make you swell with creatures, eggs, babies, demons, somethings beyond your understanding without any empathy.

Please PM me if you would like to be ruthlessly filled.

imagine you start a new form of birth control, and at first you think it’s working just fine. it even has the added benefit of completely stopping your period. your libido has ramped up a bit as well, but you have an *extremely successful* social life. that’s what the bc is for in the first place.

all is well until about a month after you start it, when you start noticing some… interesting weight gain. you’d shrug it off as another symptom of the bc, but you want to be sure, so you take a test. negative, thank god. aside from the slight paranoia, your partners certainly don’t seem to mind the soft, supple changes.

but you keep growing. within a week, you’re having to find larger pants and bras/binders to make room for your new curves. to say your tummy is noticeable would be putting it lightly.

you arrive at the doc’s office. she openly stares at you when she sees you, and lets you know that she’s going to do an ultrasound on you. you let her know that you’ve taken three tests at this point, all of them negative. she laughs nervously.

“I think you might be having an… unexpected reaction to the new birth control.”

she explains that what may have happened is, rather than fully stopping your cycle, the birth control locked you into the stage of the cycle you were experiencing when you started it. which, in your case, seems to have been ovulation.

“In other words, I think you may have been ovulating nonstop for the past two months. I’d guess that’s an egg or two every week, maybe three,” she says, as she places the wand on your sensitive midriff and begins sliding it around.

“Out of curiosity,” she says with an edge in her voice, “how frequently have you been sexually active?” you try not to notice how pale her face has gone.

you’re starting to feel a little dizzy from all this new information. you let her now that, before you started the new stuff, you’d average about one hook-up a week, maybe twice with an fwb, but with your upped sexual drive… it’s been a bit more than that.

she looks at the screen, and goes even paler. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re already laying down. No good way to say this, so I’ll just show you.”

she turns the screen to you.

you faint before you’re able to finish counting.

Thinking about an insatiable partner seizing me by my swollen, gravid curves and vowing to get me "even more pregnant." It makes for a hot fuck, I play along, talking about how I couldn't possibly get even bigger, about how could you even want me even heavier and riper, about how would I even function since I'm already too big, all the hot things I imagine, and want my lover to imagine. Breeding their already-bred plaything. Knocking me up all over again. Weighing me down even heavier, blowing me up even grander. Oh, babe, if I'm not big enough for you yet, fill me up again, I promise I'll swell and grow and ache and leak for you, if you do.... It's hot roleplay, a fun thing to pretend. Harmless fun.

Except, what if over the next couple of weeks, I notice... certain changes in my progression. My belly is getting bigger than doctors projected. My weight, once steadily growing, now spikes as my cravings have me ballooning like wild. I stretch my most forgiving maternity clothes to the limit, chest bloating up, spilling out of my tops, elastic waistbands suddenly not elastic enough for my new broader belly, my new vaster ass. What would this mean for my pregnancy? Would I be worried, or... turned on?

What if I went to meet my lover, stuffed into the sexiest dress I can still manage, biggest clothes too small. What if I confessed what has been happening to me, my body growing out of control, too fast, too large. What if I pulled them close and whispered what I thought had caused it, and felt their fingers dig into my plush hips, a wicked look in their eye as they push me gently back onto the bed, too weighed-down to resist and too swept-up to try, and they put their hands, reverent, on my massive belly, and smiled with an irresistible hunger....

What then?

One of the sexiest videos ever

Getting out of a chair got harder and harder as his pregnancy progressed. He was beginning to think that he was too old for this game

Mpreg Ai

still thinking about those EGGS

A pregnant person who is so hyper-fertile that thejr eggs can be fertilized at any place in their womb, resulting in a massive, bulbous belly, not spherical at all. It is lopsided and some fetuses are growing almost into the birth canal. This person can barely walk, their center of balance is off, but they are insatiably horny, and almost every fuck results in a new, bizarre implantation.