Who Wants To Stuff Me Full? Who Wants To Watch As Whatever Is Inside Fights To Get Out?

I regret to inform every breeder reading this that there is a worldwide outbreak of rapid pregnancy. Stop what you are doing! Get inside as soon as possible! The longer you stay exposed the more you are at risk! Please share with others!

ITS FINALLY DONE!

sorry it took so long lol but here’s the reward for the animation drive I had months ago! Thanks once again to everyone who donated <3

Divine Pleasures

"Don't cum." I told him, desperate to finish. I felt so stupid for letting him talk me into not using a condom. This was so dangerous, but I needed to peak before we stopped so badly. "I'm trying... It's hard to fight it..." He grunted, and I could feel through the way his dick was twitching and throbbing inside me he was telling the truth.

"I mean it, don't cum!" I panted, wrapping my legs around him. I was so close, just a bit more... "Gah, it hurts!" He grunted, his whole body trembling as he fought his body's most base, primal instinct.

"Don't you fucking dare cum inside me! I can't have your stupid baby right now!" I said, throwing my head back, my plea trailing off into an utterly satisfied cry of release. It felt so good, I barely even heard him go "Ngh! F-fuck, no! I can't! It's coming out! Babe it's coming out of me right now!!!"

Spurt. Spurt. I felt it slamming into my deepest point, and that only made it feel better. I was so scared, but it made me cum even harder, knowing he'd failed, feeling him dig his fingers into my hips and pull himself in me as hard as he could.

It would be fine, I tried to tell myself, laying there, his seed oozing out of my most vulnerable place. It would be just fine, I wouldn't have to have a baby from this. I couldn't handle being pregnant right now, I hoped my body wouldn't let it take...

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"Don't push." I told her, watching her in the passenger's seat, still wearing her sweatpants and shirt. Her belly was so huge with our little accident, and I still felt so guilty for what I did. But she was amazing like this, so beautiful, so powerful, even if this baby had made her miserable. "I'm trying... It's... S-so hard to fight it... Have to actively... R-resist the urge..." She grunted, clutching her thighs, trying to hold her legs together even though she clearly needed release.

"I mean it, don't push!" I managed, struggling to keep my voice steady. I could see how close she was, how much her body was straining. "Ungh... It HURTS!" She moaned, her thighs parting involuntarily. Her whole body trembled as she fought her most base, primal instinct.

"You have to fight it! If you give in even a little, this baby will come right here in the car! You said you didn't want that!" I secretly hoped for it, had delayed us leaving maybe a bit more than was reasonable, until she was complaining about intense, overwhelming pressure in her hips, said she could almost feel how thin and open she was inside. Was saying she almost felt like she needed to use the bathroom. Then and only then did I find the last thing we needed and headed to the car. She threw her head back, a desperate cry of pain and release escaping her as she bellowed "NGH! F-fuck, NO! I CAN'T! It's coming out! BABE, YOUR STUPID BABY, IT'S COMING OUT OF ME RIGHT NOW!!!"

There was a spurt of fluid, and the crotch of her pants became absolutely soaked. She screamed with effort, and I watched her pants bulge... More... Until with a beautiful sound of fluids pouring from her, the entire baby slid into her pants and panties, one big, desperate push after fighting with everything she had for so long sending our accident launching into the world.

"It'll be fine..." I told her, rubbing her leg as she looked down at the muffled crying coming from her ruined sweats. "I know you had to drop out, and we're struggling a bit. But we'll figure this out. You'll recover, it won't be a big deal. I promise." She just shook her head, let out a water "can't believe you did this to me... Fuck..." As she tried to force herself to pick up our newborn oopsie...

18+ blog. Despite my name, I'm actually a trans guy.

I only repost things that turn me on.

Please contact me if you believe you have been impregnated by aliens, monsters, or cryptids!

Always open to role-playing (only 18+, strongly prefer you are the carrier):

Horror pregnancy

Rapid pregnancy

Pregnancy/birth denial

Public birth

Hard birth

Oviposition

Hyperpregnancy

Alien, monster pregnancy

Hidden pregnancy

Mpreg

Belly bursting/bad end

Not into:

Vore

Scat

Unbirth

After all these years of being a fan....I find out you're actually just a girl craving the darker side to pregnancy.

To grow a monster in your belly.

I wonder which of your bursting stories you really wanted to happen to you

The secret is all of them

Imagine if you had a rare condition that when you're knocked up you can still be impregnated with more. It's not everytime but still often enough that you find yourself knocked up with triplets less than a few weeks in. You get to a point that when a load of cum is pumped into your over burdened womb you feel your midsection surge and shift as you expand with another life. Your hips and bust instinctively growing with each one to keep up. You'll find yourself trying to bred at any given moment watching your belly taking over your body. A slow constant growth that you couldn't stop if you wanted to. Too large to stop yourself from being taken advantage of as your knocked up again and again. You have no idea how many babies there are, all you know is it won't ever stop now. Your tummy already looking midterm only a month in begins getting warmer, you watch as it gets hotter and hotter and suddenly your first growth spurt takes over. Every part of your body swelling and growing making you more feminine and curvy. Your tummy jumping a few months of growth in one moment as you feel the first kick. And then kicks. It becomes a daunting feeling realizing all that you'll have to birth as you go through more and more growth spurts and the kicks grow in frequency. And all the while your man is just about to fuck you again.

Oh. My. God.

This is literally sososososo fucking hot I am so goddamn wet from reading that. How I wish that was real.

Too Many Babies, Too Much Movement

My belly is a dense mass of misshapen flesh distending from my lap, its roundness deformed with the bulges, valleys, and plains across its surface that are caused by baby bodies and heads pressing against it. It towers over me, my own fearsome fertility glaring down at me, the hideous pressure inside from seven, eight, maybe more, fetuses making me moan pitifully.

Then the babies move.

I can’t withhold a wail of agony as my massive abdomen begins to churn visibly on my lap, the sound one of horror as much as it is one of pain. My belly is churning, the flesh undulating in front of me, my mass of unborn children writhing in a pile inside me. My uterus bulges, feet and heads and hands distorting the already deformed surface of my flesh with their movements, the entire mass alive with eager internal activity.

I’m moaning constantly, a pitiful and helpless cry of despair and agony emanating from my throat like a siren. My entire body had been colonized by these babies, my breasts engorged for their milk, my hips widened for their birth, my poor belly blown up and out and destroyed for their gestation. I know that after they’re born I will never look the same, I will be forever transformed by the incredible pregnancy I’ve been made to endure.

The babies won’t stop. It feels like I’m going to pop. There are so many packed in there, the babies piled on top of each other, squirming and kicking against each other, that my belly is warping grotesquely as it leers down at me. My voice is a guttural groan, throaty and coarse as my mind reels at the thought of being ripped open. My skin burns, already stretched way beyond its limit and aching terribly as my children torture it further with their aggressive movements. Desperately, I reach up and grab whatever painful bulges jutting out from my mound that I can reach, trying to push the babies’ limbs and heads back inside me, my belly so large that I can’t reach the softball-sized protrusions at the top of my womb.

My belly jerks in my arms, the entire mass heaving from side to side as if trying to escape from my grasp. My breasts, painfully engorged and massively enlarged, are pressed up into my face and threaten to smother me. I feel wetness trailing down the impressive curves of my tits and the front downward slope of my belly, and I know it’s because the pressure has caused my nipples to gush milk from their enormous supply.

I want to give birth. I want to get them out. But I can’t. They’re not done growing. They need to be bigger.

It’s my fate to my taken over by babies. I am a slave to pregnancy.