Gotta Be Honest I’ve Been Thinking A Lot Recently About Knocking A Captive Up And Watching Them Panic

oh to be impregnated by a woman.

to feel her pretty acrylic nails tapping on my taut pregnant belly, to be pranced around in public as her super pregnant doll. accessorized and dressed in clothing that can’t contain the maternal curves that plump my figure. a woman who who refers to herself as daddy.

a possessive hand always around my waist, she wants nobody to mistaken my breeder. wants everyone to know that it was her who filled me with babies, her babies. she finds amusement and excitement each time she gets to slyly tell someone that she’s the daddy.

and she smirks when their eyes widen and they look between us to figure out how. god i want a capable and confident woman to knock me up -_-

“OH!! OH GOD!!! I’M GIVING BIRTH!! ”

The little buff lesbian in your office couldn't help but take more than one of the glazed blueberry donuts you left in the break room with a post-it note that read:

"DO NOT TAKE MORE THAN ONE!"

Not heeding your vague warnings, her skin turned a blueish-purple hue, and her stomach started to balloon up...

If anyone has any good rapid pregnancy scenarios they wanna share, feel free to send them into my asks 🤰🏻

I want to see you waddling around the house in nothing but your underwear, huffing and grunting as you attempt to lift and support your twin full belly, who are 6 pounds each and still growing, exceeding the average for twins. I want to hear you moan and bellyache about how large you've gotten; how you keep bumping into or knocking things over because you can't see in front of your belly; how you can't fit into any of your favorite clothes; how tight and itchy your belly feels; how you find yourself constantly snacking instead of eating full meals, because your stomach is so squished. I want you miserably, adorably pregnant~

My belly keeps making noise every time it grows🫣

i kinda get ovi now.. the feeling of being filled up against your will, so full you can't move, squeezing around it hurts, etc. etc. all the way up to the back of your throat, but you can't vomit them up, they're stretching out your intestines and pushing against the rest of your organs, shifting them out of place... pressing up to your diaphragm, stopping you from taking a full breath, crushing your heart and lungs!! and when they are ready to hatch, the squirming and the crawling as it forces you open. yeah i get it.

Are you happy to be growing Daddy’s baby?

going to sleep without a pretty girl in my bed, rubbing my big belly, telling me she’s gonna keep me pregnant forever, is kinda miserable.