That Bulge Is So Much Bigger Than The Part Of The Head Crowning. I’d Love To Be Rubbing That Terrible

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.

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I tugged down the hem of my shirt once more, groaning internally at the line that stretched out before me. The store was fully packed, yet there was only one underpaid cashier to handle all of it. Part of me debated calling it quits and just heading home, but seeing as this was the last errand I had to run, I figured I might as well stick it out.

That was proving to be easier said than done, though.

"O-ohhh..." I leaned against the handlebar of my full cart as I exhaled slowly through my nose. Again, I readjusted the hem of my shirt, the compression material doing little to obscure just how much weight I'd put on over the past few months. I couldn't help but feel self conscious about it, especially when it seemed to attract more attention than I cared for.

As if that wasn't bad enough, both my bloated stomach and my back had been killing me all morning, to the point where I'd had to stop several times while shopping just to wait out the cramps. My hands grasped the handlebar of the cart until my knuckles turned white, and it took everything I had not to make a sound.

Just gotta make it through the line and--wait, what was...?

I felt the color drain from my face as I felt a sudden warmth spreading from my crotch, an involuntary shiver running through me as I felt liquid seeping down my thighs. "Fuck," I swore under my breath, nervously glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one was behind me to see. Luckily, I was the last person in line for the time being. My rational mind screamed at me to just go, just ditch the cart and tend to my weird accident away from others. But the line was finally moving a bit, and against my better judgement I stayed, hoping that my leggings would just absorb the worst of it and no one would have to know.

I didn't have long to think about it when another cramp decided to make itself known, and I could feel my stomach tensing bizarrely from the internal pressure. As I ran a sweaty palm down the front of my taut stomach, I tried to focus on breathing through it. This went on for several of the longest minutes of my life, and my only reward for my silent suffering was moving another few feet closer to the register. As I took another step forward, another pain lanced through my abdomen, and my knees nearly buckled. For a fleeting second, I envisioned dropping into a squat, freeing my swollen belly from the confines of my clothing and--

I shook my head aggressively, banishing the strange thought as soon as it had come. Still, that odd urge remained in the back of my head, and it only got stronger with each new burst of discomfort. By the time I was four carts away from the register, I could barely think clearly through the sensation of something shifting inside of me, an otherworldly pressure just behind the lips of my cunt, and my thighs trembled as I stood with my feet slightly apart. Before I could stop myself, my body seemed to act of its own accord, and I hurriedly bit back a whimper as I felt myself bear down.

My eyes widened as I felt it then, felt something beginning to emerge from me. My grip on the cart tightened as my breath came in shallow gasps, and I could feel the fabric of my leggings beginning to bow outwards as my traitorous muscles worked to push something out of me. One of my hands moved down to try and stop whatever it was, but it was a moment too late, and a guttural moan escaped my throat as I felt something large slip into my now ruined leggings with another burst of fluid.

By now, the sight and sound of me had caught the attention of the other shoppers, but I couldn't even think about them right now. My hands shook as I struggled to pull my soaked leggings and panties down, and I let out a choked sound of disbelief as I retrieved a wailing baby from my ruined clothes. My mind raced with the revelation that not only had I apparently been pregnant this entire time, but I'd just given birth into my clothing a crowded store.

Before I could even think of what to say or do, a dreadfully familiar pain lanced through me again, and my eyes darted down to my belly, still straining against the fabric of my shirt. Again, that urge from before hit me, and this time I didn't resist, couldn't resist. Among the worried voices of the people around me and the cries of my surprise baby, I braced myself against my cart once more and pushed hard.

Please, I thought deliriously as I felt another baby beginning to crown, please let this be the last one...

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Imagine you're a young princess (part 2)

Part One

Part 2: The Impossible Task

Another contraction came, whether it was the panic of the news or a new intensity from her water breaking princess isabella cried out doubling over as she held her stomach. Doctor cassius held her tightly so she wouldn’t fall.

“She can’t cry out like that! her echoes will be heard among the mountain.” The Scout Artemis cautioned. The doctor glared at the young man scolding him “You are not to tell a woman what she can and cannot do when she is bringing life into the world.” the princess patted the good doctor taking deep breaths of the thin mountain air.

“He is right. it would put us all at risk. I’ll try to stay quite.” she was finding it difficult to catch her breath.

the doctor sighed and shook his head. “Here is what we are to do. Alexander tend to your wife. have her lay down for a bit until I can assess her.” The prince quickly rushed over and helped her sit on the ledge she had rested on earlier.

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idk what's wrong with me, my urge to impregnate someone is getting unbearable

when you get your succubus gym bro pregnant and he has the audacity to go into labor when youre 2 hours in line to buy a new game :/ Rex by @voreyeurism !

“Oh you’re definitely bigger, Bunny. You’re carrying such a big litter for me it makes you grow bigger every day! It look so so cute on you, baby.” I hold your hands to keep you from struggling with your little shirt and place soft kisses on your squirmy kicky belly.

“Hey, Bunny baby. How are you doing today?” I ask sweetly as I return from work. I sit next to you on the couch and trace hearts and swirls across your pretty belly “you’re so soft and cute. I hate being away from you.”

this just made me blush so HARD. the tracing hearts and swirls on my belly ☹️

“doing okay …. but do you think my tummy has gotten bigger?” *pouts and attempts to pull my shirt over my tummy*

Hello, shy lil gremlin anon is back.

pregnoct labour pls?? It’s just something about how you draw distressed faces that gets me ;3;

sorry this took a while (i do have other things for this brewing) but in the meantime here ya go. ft supportive grandpa!

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.

This. This is what I want. I can barely keep up with RPs, but I will always reply to this.

make me crown for you. tie me up, have me crying and screaming and begging to let me give birth. don't let the baby out past crowning. push it back in, make me start over.

Never let me progress past my cunt being stretched impossibly wide around its huge head.

Who doesn't?

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