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Divine Pleasures

My belly is bulging to the point if I take too deep of a breath, I swear I can feel more stretch marks ripping across my pulled skin 🥵

The desperation when they're stuck at full crown and the head won't move. Crying and wailing and begging. Pushing uselessly even when they're not contracting. Desperate to escape the horrible burning stretch. It's right there, holding them brutally open. It's going to take a couple good strong pushes to come all the way out but their strength is already failing and they can't think through the mind numbing pressure and pain. So they writhe and scream, wasting energy they can't afford to lose.

Kate could feel it coming, the familiar pressure in her pelvis, the tightening of her overfilled womb, any moment now her water would break. Warm amniotic fluid would fish out of her like a geyser as her body tried once more to deliver her long overdue baby. It would happen just as it had nearly twice per week for just over three years. Once more, Kate would fight against her body and instincts. She would plug her pussy and grind on the arm of the couch, letting the pleasure and pain mix as she waited for her body to once again give her just a few more days of pregnancy.

It wasn't unheard of for women to have long pregnancies, sometimes even making them permanent, but they used drugs and medical procedures to do it. Kate was determined to set the record for the world's longest pregnancy, and she wanted to do it all natural.

The first year had been easy, her due date had come and gone, and her baby seemed content to let her carry it for a long time to come. Then, just as kate came to her thirteenth month, she had finally gone into labor. Her water had broken in her sleep, and her baby was crowning almost before she realized what was happening. She had used her bare hands to hold back the slick, crowning head desperately fighting her body as she pressed it inch by inch back into the embrace of her womb. By morning, her labor had ended.

Now, three years later, she had had a few close calls, but she had managed to keep her baby inside. She was so close to her goal of being pregnant for five years, but at the same time, she didn't want her pregnancy to end. Maybe she would try and make it to ten years. That way, she could be sure no one would ever beat her record. She rubbed the massive dome of her gravid belly and let out a sigh. Then again, what if she tried again, this time with twins or even triplets.

A huge shoutout and thank you to @darkdaisy1984 for letting me use her picture and giving her input on this story.

Jenny posed for her son's birthday photo. He was turning three today, and although he didn't technically have a birthday, she celebrated his long past due date every year. She'd been just eighteen when he'd been conceived, a senior in high school with a bright future left knocked up and alone by her deadbeat boyfriend. She knew she from the moment she first heard his heartbeat that she wanted her son, but she also knew that she couldn't take care of him as a single mother with nothing but a high school diploma and a dream. She needed more time.

Luckily for Jenny, she had been accepted to the medical program of a top university, and they just so happened to be researching the effects and long-term side effects of multi year pregnancies. She hadn't even settled into her dorm room before she signed up for the study.

Over the course of the next three years, the data gathered by the study led to the creation of a variety of new drugs. An inhaler that improved oxygen intake to compensate for reduced lung capacity. A cream that drastically increased skin elasticity. Pills to improve the speed and efficiency of digestion. And, of course, the most effective birth blockers ever created.

Another significant development was that Jenny had developed something between a clique and a cult around her. Nearly two dozen people all obsessed with pregnancy in one way or another. Some loved to feel their bodies grow obscenely large with overdue babies or multiples. Others used pregnancy accelerating drugs to pop out twins and triplets almost weekly. One girl was practically all womb, a nearly spherical belly filled with more than twenty very overdue babies, unable and unwilling to do anything but be hand fed and passionately fucked by those members of the club who loved serving the whims of the preggos. This certainly wasn't what Jenny had been expecting her time at university to look like, but she wouldn't trade it for the world.

Thanks to @danny198725 for submitting the photo for this story. If you've got a picture you'd like to see featured on one of my stories, feel free to dm me! Thanks for reading.

So Painful

"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 but 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. ❤️"

god I love hearing the phrase "what's happening to me" a close second is "look what you've done to me"

Write of someone trapped and struggling underneath their huge, squirming belly~

When the seed takes, he doesn't notice. He doesn't realize why his belly is getting bigger, or why his chest is tender and swollen. His partner knows exactly what's happening, how his sperm fertilized his eggs and they're now growing into babies inside his womb.

Every day, his partner feeds him, and he thinks he's just gaining weight. While he is packing on the pounds, there's something much bigger going on, right inside of his body, and he has no idea. He's getting fed more and more each day, filled with calories to grow the babies he doesn't know that he's carrying, his already burly, hairy body fattening day by day. In the third trimester, he almost grows visibly each day, his belly huge, heavy, and round, with a bulbous, red belly button sticking out. A dark line obscured by the hair on his belly confirms that that huge gut is packed full of kicking babies.

Soon, he gets so fat and pregnant, he's trapped in bed, hopelessly immobilized by his own gravid, fertile womb. His partner still feeds him thousands of calories every day, making sure that he keeps blowing up, keeps getting huge with his babies. His tits are round and swollen, becoming more and more painfully engorged with each passing day.

His partner rubs his belly, encouraging their babies to move and strain the already tightly stretched skin of his massive girth. The first baby is low in his pelvis, but he doesn't know what that heavy object wedged in his hips is. "Won't be long now," his partner says, squeezing his breasts so that milk sprays out in impressive streams. He's shocked, and doesn't know what those words mean until his belly seizes painfully, and a torrential burst of fluid floods out from between his spread legs.

Anyone take commissions for fetish stories?

I know it's hard out here to charge for fetish work with AI, but I'm looking for a fetish writer to write a hyper-pregnancy story. Will pay. Contact me.