Introducing a new OC for DMs and Asks:
Bramble is a young hobbit woman with wild curly chestnut hair full of daisy chains and twigs. She has warm brown eyes and dimples. She’s covered in freckles and has a natural rosy blush. She has a pointy upturned button nose and round little reddish pink lips. Her face is mostly round with a fast-tapered chin. She’s dainty and plump with a curvy hourglass figure. 2’2”
She wears cute brown and yellow cottage-core clothes and usually shaves the hair from her feet and legs, but the soft stubble creeps back up on her sometimes, and she tends to embrace it in the chilly winter. And she’s a Druid Bard multiclass aged 30 years.
Can’t wait to get infected 😏
If you have experienced rapid belly growth, unexpected pain, or feeling a mass under your navel, please reach out! There has been an outbreak of these symptoms. This applies to all genders!
it's kind of bullshit that people will react with horror to me discussing my fantasies/kinks until i clarify I'm the sub in them. like even my therapist was all like "ohhh it's ok to want to hold power so long as it's consensual" and then clearly relaxed when I clarified I wanted to be the sub.
i love you everyone and with rape kinks, those who want to roleplay kidnapping and abusing someone, i love you i love you i love you. this ain't me fishing for a dom/me to be clear---you are VALUED as a person, outside of your sexual fantasies. I care about you and appreciate you, and there is nothing wrong or bad about you!!!!
sitting on the couch, a heavily pregnant sub on my lap, sobbing into my shoulder, screaming as the first 12lbs baby is forcing its way through their birth canal. their big bump pressing against my stomach, letting me feel how hard and tight it is and how much it shrinks during each agonizing contraction. they want to push so bad but i won't let them, not yet.
Okay don't mind me, I've just been reading too much about various sorts of mythology stuff and... old myths genuinely have a lot more weird pregnancy things than you'd expect (I still find the fact that Odin's eight-legged horse in Norse mytholohy is the son of Loki - whom Loki was pregnant wirh anf gave birth to, mind - way too funny, although that's completely beside the point), so... this isn't inspired directly by a specific myth, but reading random mythology stuff is kinda what put this into my mind
Anyway, I've been thinking of a boy who somehow manages to royally piss off a fertility god. Perhaps he defiles their shrine, or steal some sacred item or mess with their priest - or maybe him just refuses to do something the god wants him to do. And because gods are so well-known for never being spiteful and always giving proportionate and reasonable punishments (extreme sarcasm), the god curses the boy to become pregnant, but unable to give birth unless some extremely specific conditions are met. Maybe he can only give birth at one specific location, or has to eat some specific hard-to-aquire thing to induce labor, or it's one of those seemingly impossible and contradictory "neither at sea nor on land, neither at day nor at night, neither alone nor with other people" kind of conditions (i pulled that specific one out of my ass but you can find similar kind of contradictory and stupidly specific shit in mythology sometimes, you get my point), or some combination of the above, or some other stupidly specific and unintuitive condition, idk.
And the boy doesn't know the condition, of course. The first nine months he simply waits for the pregnancy to run its course, but as the months stretch on past the ninth, past the tenth, with no sign of the pregnancy coming to an end, he realizes he's not getting off the hook that easily. By then, of course, he's so heavily pregnant that everything is difficult - he can't walk very far at once at all, he needs ridiculous amounts of fabric to have clothes that fit, the baby - or babies, rather; he can't tell but he thinks he must have two or three in there - are restless and kick and writhe so he hardly has a moment's peace from them...
So he becomes searching for some solution, some way to birth the babies. First whatever conventional ways there are to induce labor. None of them do anything. He prays and makes sacrifices to the god, groveling and apologizing and begging for relief. No response. Then, he begins to seek out wise people, priests and oracles and shamans, first close by, then traveling further and further away to find someone who could tell him what to do.
It takes years, years of incredibly difficult travel, of weird looks from others and humiliation and yet often having to rely on the aid of other people to get to wherever he's going this time, because really he's in no state to travel except he doesn't have a choice. After the initial nine months, the babies do seem to grow slower than before that, but they do still grow little by little, making the burden quite literally heavier to bear, and they are restless in his womb, as though they too would know it is well past their time to be born already.
But finally, after years of searching, years of torment, the boy finds out the condition, and figures out a way to fulfill it. Once that is done, though, there's still the incredibly long and painful process of labor and giving birth to the babies, now much larger than his body ever was designed to give birth to...
I loooove perpetual pregnancies like this!!! It could even be similar to the Greek story abt Leto, so he’s in labor as he tries to figure out how to break his curse. Imagine him having to suffer through contractions, feeling his baby’s head sooo painfully low in his hips as he tries to push but the curse prevents it from coming out all while he’s in search of a way to give birth.
After years and years of searching, his babies become massive. Even with the slowed growth, they’d be the size of 2-3 year olds by the time he finally manages to fill the conditions to progress his labor. Maybe as he’s finally giving birth to his first baby, the god that cursed him decides to come down, just to torment him one last time before his punishment is over. There’s nothing the boy can do to get way from the god, belly pinning him to the ground with the weight of his writhing babies, unable to escape the wrathful god. Each time his baby comes to a crown, the god pushes it back in, making his scream is sob in agony, begging to be let go as it makes his tummy twist and writhe. He tries to kick and push the god away, but he’s too weak after carrying such a burden with him for so many years, completely helpless in the hands of his tormentor.
It goes on for days, weeks even, the god switching between pushing his babies back into his belly, then and painfully squeezing the swell to watch him thrash. Once they’re sure he’s learned his lesson, they let the last baby slip out between his trembling legs, leaving him exhausted, alone, surrounded by half a dozen massive babies as he’s finally allowed to pass out
“Aarrrggghhhh FUCK IT’S TOO BIIIIIGG!!!” I’d scream and grip my knees spreading them wider. My hips are already 64 inches around, but the massive monstrosity’s head is still threatening to snap my pelvis in two as I bear down with all my might. I can’t reach around to see or feel anything, but I can’t deny the stinging burn of my labia stretching obscenely around just the tip of the hard egg-shaped skull. I buck widely, shrieking in agony as I try to dislodge it and shove it out, but any slow progress I make provides zero relief and only only adds to the relentless pressure. I sob helplessly on the ruined bed, propped against a stack of firm stuffed animals and pillows. I hear a grating, sickening pop and feel a wave of searing pain and nausea rush over me as my pelvis separates and the head surges forward, my legs dislocating and falling limply to the side, and my perineum ripping straight down to my anus, deep tissues, muscles, and membranes shredding under the force of the surge and I wail out the most bone-chilling cry of my life before falling unconscious, the head still barely halfway out as my body demands a rest before I resume the birth tomorrow.
if i were a huge monster i'd breed you over and over again until i'm sure you're knocked up and then watch you spend days trying to push out my baby that's easily as big as you are
been daydreaming about my whole clutch being stuck bc of one particularly big, stubborn egg, the immense pressure, the unbearably hot stretch of my hole trying to pass this clutch but it's just too big for me to lay on my own...
yesss and like begging your monster parnter for help, they're licking and stroking your hole, making you cum around the egg and it starts to finally, finally slip out, stretching and burning and your legs are shaking - then they press against it, holding it in place at the widest stretch, leaning in to lick you again, determined to make you feel every inch before it's finally allowed to come out
Oh pretty please let this come true. I wanna be knocked up by a mergirl so bad I could scream!
So, what do you need? What do you like? How are you doing?
I need girlcock, I like girls with cocks, I’m doing my imaginary trans girlfriend
what if a cam girl awarded her top subscriber with a magic pocket pussy that's a portal into her pussy? maybe she's pregnant and decides to stream her birth but the subscriber has different ideas. she just starts begging the subscriber on the live stream to take their dick out of her. they comply and take their dick out but then they replace it with their hand. she can feel the subscriber's hand inside her slobbering cunt, toying with the head sheathed in her birth canal, occasionally pushing it back and not letting her give birth. no matter how hard she pushes, the disembodied hand is always there to push the baby right back into her gaping battered pussy.
As a dommy with massive tits. I will be this for you.
Imagine you’re crowning and you just keep crying and whining, saying things like “I can’t do this”, “It’s not coming out”, “It’s too big”, “I’m gonna die” and then, to shut you up, a hot dommy mommy presses your face into her tits so you’re forced to stop complaining and just start pushing.
Obsessed with this rn.
Kinky, 21, Lesbian Cis-Girl, but you can call me Daddy. I love being full of babies and filling my girlfriends up with babies.
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