Looking For Someone Who Wants To RP A Shade Darker, Where You Are The Unwilling Subject Of My Insidious

Had an erotic dream set in an aquarium, where my partner and I spent the entire trip fantasizing about them getting pregnant by different large sea creatures.

I dont think that's much to ask.

Imagine a pregnant boy getting possessed by while he’s in labor, something or someone taking control of his body and stopping him from pushing. Something else now controls his movement, but he can still feel everything that's happening to him. He’s screaming and crying, begging them to “please push!” and “please get them out of me!”, but the possessor doesn't move a muscle and just lets the contractions ripple through his belly. He has no idea how long he'll be possesed, forced to be stuck in labor for hours or days, completely helpless and at their mercy

imagine knocking someone up and they don't realize. but you do. you don't try to convince them they're not pregnant, but you definitely don't let them know either. they're just oblivious, and they assume they're gaining weight. so, 9 months later, when they call you screaming and sobbing that something's gone wrong, you know exactly what you did to them.

still thinking about those EGGS

This outbreak is not sparing anyone! If you are a breeder and feel a suddenly swelling or mass under your navel, please be aware you are potentially inseminated!

Parasite growing inside host

Rubbing your small bump, looking longingly into the mirror as you continue the movements, almost in a trance.

You hadn’t noticed it before, you were just idly getting dressed today and noticed you looked a little round near your navel. Not quite Foodbaby but also surprisingly…firm…

You tried to not think about it much. You hadn’t had any kind of sex in…

A month and a half…

No no…just your mind overthinking, nothing more. You didn’t have any symptoms, you probably just ate a lot and it’s sitting low.

Although that guy you last hooked up with did seem a little…off. Very animalistic with how he fucked you…but not rough just as if he was holding back a lot, haven’t seen him since in the local area…

You simply push hard on your belly which makes the bump go away and continue getting dressed.

I wonder how long you’ll be before you realise…

the detail about pushing the belly being enough to make it go away makes me so hot. eventually there will be no room for the pregnancy to hide in my hips, no amount of hands pushing down on the outside, or poking and prodding the belly in the mirror will make the steadily swelling reality go away.

it’s not long before it happens. the belly grows fast.

i’d wonder what’s inside me when i find myself cradling my now-modest bump. i’m still in denial—a tumor, a food allergy, some kind of intestinal disease? but deep down, as i anxiously rub at my belly, i know it’s life.

i wonder how long it’ll take me to realize it’s not human, though.

It's been a whole year since you got pregnant, and you still have no idea when you're going to pop. At this point, you're afraid to. After all, your belly slaps against your knees while walking (not that you do much walking these days, but you have to circulate blood through your legs somehow). It's a monstrous thing, your womb. It's full and tight, stretched beyond reasonable limits... but you've long since departed the shores of reason. That day when the ultrasound revealed you were going to have three babies, it feels like a lifetime ago. But here you are, all four of you. Yup, even at your ludicrous size, there's still only three in there. You don't need a scan to tell you that; you know the shape and size of your babies like the back of your hand. Your three overdue, perfectly healthy, impossibly large babies.

It seems like I spend all of my time reclined in bed, rubbing the sides of my ever-moving, painfully overdue baby belly, stretched to the brink of bursting with my overfed and overgrown triplets. They have very little room to move, which seems to agitate them, making them kick and shove against each other, and most of all, the tight walls of my womb. I'm wearing a pair of stretchy sweatpants that used to be baggy, and now are squeezed tight around my hips and ass, digging into the plush flesh, so fattened by pregnancy. My tits are stretching my shirt, nipples leaking milk near constantly, both teats already producing enough to feed the huge babies I'm growing.

I finally decide to make myself try and get out of bed, and I realize that today is the day I'm too big to even move. I think labor must be coming soon, and while I'm terrified, I'm also desperate to get these giant, heavy babies out of my belly. I swear I can hear my skin creaking with every wriggle and kick, my big, red, popped belly button regularly sticking out further when one of the babies kicks behind it.

All I've done is eat and grow. After gorging myself on more food than I've eaten in my life, enough food to make me gain fifty pounds overnight, my belly feels painfully tight, stuffed with the entire contents of my kitchen and the monstrous triplets I've been carrying inside my belly for a full twelve months, maybe more. I groan, leaning back about as far as my swollen girth will allow. It hurts so much more than usual, and I'm beginning to truly worry that I'm about to burst, when a harsh contraction makes me scream as a flood of fluids gushes from between my wide spread legs, like a dam had burst inside of me.

I've been feeling a baby's head low in my hips for months, but now more than ever. It feels like the baby would just fall out of me if it were a normal size. I'm stuck here, wailing and pushing, struggling to birth my horrifyingly oversized litter, crowning an impossibly huge head into my tight sweatpants for hours.

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found footage

You turn on the video.

It’s of a man filming himself with a phone. He fiddles with it, eventually settling it on what you assume to be a tripod or stand of some kind. He steps back and now his round, distended stomach is in plain view.

“I’m not sure how to start this,” he says. “My contractions started yesterday but they’re still pretty mild. My doctor says I’m a medical mystery. I think if I give birth in a hospital, they’ll take the… The baby away from me. I’m at my family’s cabin now. There’s no one around for–”

He grimaces, hands rubbing his belly. His breathing becomes strained.

“The contractions are getting worse now, about ten minutes apart.”

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