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That bulge is so much bigger than the part of the head crowning. I’d love to be rubbing that terrible stretch and tracing my fingers around her rim, helping her to stretch her cunt wider so the crown can grow and grow and grow.

Such a good puppy

I can see how helplessly desperate you are to be bred and I’m happy to comply. I lay you down on your back and give you tummy rubs, then pat your sad empty tummy while rubbing your little clitty. “You poor little puppy. So neglected by those lazy boys. Don't worry, dear. Daddy Witch will fill you right up” I slide my magic wand between your folds. Warming it up by rubbing it against every sensitive inch of your flower before pushing it deep inside of you. I rut the wand in and out faster and faster until you’ve begged and panted sufficiently before ramming it into your cervix and releasing the magic. “I think I’ll start you off with a nice small litter. How does 6 sound?” I twist the wand speedily back and forth, like a boy scout trying to start a fire on a rock, to shake out the last of this round’s magic into your fertile womb before pulling out and giving your much happier tummy a few last pats. I rub your clitty some more for good luck and plug you up so no magic spills out. “Such a good Puppy”

I am so desperate- to have six puppies pumped into me would be amazing, I want to carry daddy's litter 🥺 plug me up and watch me grow hehe- keep me knocked up till I deliver and then do it all again sir <3

Imagine a maid has been getting used by the son of the mansion owners. When her belly begins to grow firm, the son accuses her of forcing herself on to him so she could bare his rich bastard.

From then on the maid is treated as trash. Forced to do hard labor and fed spoiled foods in hopes that such strain would lead to a loss. But that never came to pass. Her belly growing enormously and pointed out like an enlarged bullet. Just taunting the son and his family with how defiantly fertile she is.

When her labors begin, the son forces a chastity belt onto her. Refusing to let her drop his bastard during an important dinner. The maid struggles to even walk with the hard stone of the baby's head dropping into her canal. Keeping her hand steady as she poured drinks through intensifying contractions. Fighting the urge to hold her oversized bump as it drooped lower. Carrying trays of food to the table with her pussy beginning to crown against the belt. Hours and hours of trying not to push or squat down end with the dinner. The son finds her, removes the belt, and then he pushes his bastard back into her womb only to leave her a disheveled mess on the floor. The maid is left to labor a second time.

It was hours before she reached the place she was before. Barely being able to scream or breathe the big bodied baby out of her pussy out of fear she'd wake her employers. She bites her lip as the head and shoulders nearly tear her as the babe slowly slides out. For a few seconds after making sure the bastard was alive, she felt relief.

But then she feels her womb jerk a second time and her cervix open once again.

AMAZING.

I love the idea of her being a massive twinner without even knowing it. I'd like to think her labor was induced by the son fucking her deep and rough the night before. He takes her against the wall repeatedly while the weight of two large babies make her back curve dramatically as they swung with each thrust. She just starts to feel twinges in her back and lower belly when he comes hard on her cervix as her pussy squeezes his cock during a contraction. The rough handling tears her sack, causing water to leak when he pulls out but they both mistake the clear liquid for her orgasm.

The whole night is spent pacing in her quarters alone to move the child along. She knows what will happen at that party and wants the baby to come now so she won't be hauling that extra weight around the next day. Hell, they might even let her rest instead of serving people.

But the child stays put. The pressure only gets worse and worse as the hours tick by and the sensation in her hips is threatening to drive her insane come morning time. When the son finds her, it's obvious from the way she walks and cradles her belly that childbirth is near. She's in transition when the belt is locked tight around her pelvis and it's all downhill from there.

She's limping by the time the dinner starts, trying to remain stoic and unbothered while the party eats. When she is called to the table, she must answer immediately. No excuses.

A few guests asked the head of the house, the father, questions about the maid who was very obviously ready to drop and struggling with the workload. A couple were concerned for the safety of the mother and child working so hard when she was due and carrying so large. The father diminished all their concerns, and they were dropped when he told them the made up truth about her forcing herself on his son in order to have a claim to the throne.

She wanted to scream the truth at all of them, but she remembered her place. All she could do was stand still and listen to the slander while her baby dropped lower.

Hours passed and a strange new pressure grew in her hips. She could feel her bag of waters leak and bulge in her pussy, fit to burst. A contraction rears up and she loses her composure. Thinking nobody would notice, she leaned heavily with one hand on a decorative table while the other lifts the bottom of her swell.

It's here. The baby is here. She thinks. My water is gonna... OH GOD.

"Hey, bitch, who said you could use that? I need a refill!" The father shouted and all eyes were suddenly on the struggling mother.

She opened her mouth to apologize but a gasp escaped her when her water popped and gushed around the belt. Everyone listened to the the little stream that trickled out after the burst as she stood there, legs spread wide while she waited for her bag to drain.

The urge to lay down and push was torture without her waters. The baby moved past her canal as she continued to work. She wanted nothing more than to hide in a closet and vocalise her discomfort as the large child came, but she was required to be silent. The dinner was disrupted enough by her presence as a laboring woman. She knew a punishment was coming after the dinner and would rather not make it worse.

Dinner ended. The head was crowning between her legs. She almost collapsed with the need to deliver when the last guest exited the room, but the belt kept the baby from progressing past the eyebrows. A hand clutched her bulging pussy while the other gripped the table to keep her from falling over as she pushed in vain. The child was going nowhere.

The son and father of the baby stood in the doorway of the dining hall, eyes fixed on her heaving womb.

"Father wants me to punish you for interrupting his dinner."

Having to birth this gargantuan baby was punishment enough. Not to mention the humiliation of being called out and having her water audibly break in front of so many. Whatever the punishment was, she hoped it was something light for the sake of her and the child.

He slowly walked up and lifted her dress to see the emerging head of his baby. He cupped the crown and smiled at the way it filled his hand.

"My family always did make big babies." He cooed in her ear as she held her middle protectively in both hands while slightly hunched over. "I was an eleven pounder. My father was twelve and a half. You might be able to work that head out on your own but you'll be pushing on those shoulders for hours."

He pulled the key to the belt from his pocket and dangled it in front of her face. She could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Beg for it."

Internally, she rolled her eyes, but did as she was told.

"Please. I need to give birth. I gotta have this baby. Let me give birth to your big baby, please. I've been so desperate all day."

He nodded, pleased with her pleading. "Alright, mama. I'll take it off."

She sobbed in relief when the pressure from the belt was released and she put everything she had into the next push. But she was stopped with a hand on the baby's head, pressing against it just as the belt did.

"And now for your real punishment."

She saw stars as the head was pushed back in. With no where to go, she tried to escape the white hot pain with a death grip on the man's forearm. She began begging him in earnest to stop and let her deliver. Her hips bucked involuntarily at the unnatural sensation. He worked the baby up until his hand was engulfed by her spasming pussy before yanking it out.

"Now, clean up this mess and go back to your room. I'll collect the child in the morning. You better stay quiet down there too. Father has an important meeting tomorrow and needs all the rest he can get."

And with that, she was left alone with a violently contracting belly and a huge puddle beneath her feet. She cleaned the mess as instructed before hobbling to her room to birth. With the added exhaustion, the head was harder to pass this time around. It took two hours for her to get it to a crown and another hours for it to pop out with a gush of fluid.

And then came the shoulders. Those broad shoulders the father of the child had warned her about. She couldn't stay silent as they ripped through her. She made a makeshift gag out of a pair of socks. They muffled her screams perfectly as she was ripped open by the rest of the huge baby. By the time it passed, she was delirious and barely able to process the fact that she had just given birth.

The child was born silent, and her instincts kicked in after realising no cries came from the babe. She prayed the events of today weren't too much for the little bundle she just screamed into the world, and quickly got to work on rubbing its butt. "Come on, baby. Come on. Please."

A cough then a cry filled the room. She sobbed in relief and brought the child up to her chest with one hand while the other held the belly that still felt full. More contractions came as she nursed her first born, a son. She patiently waited for the afterbirth to pass but felt something bigger. A strong, visceral urge to push hit her like a truck and she groaned as she felt something large slam down on her pussy, forcing it to bulge once more. There was another torrent of fluid and that's when the realization hit.

She was pregnant with twins the whole time.

She pushed with what little strength she had left with the socks back in her mouth. Something felt off about this one. The pressure and pain was the same as before but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong. She pushed and grunted until she felt something pop out of her pussy, but it wasn't a head.

With one violently trembling hand, she reached down and, much to her horror, felt a leg.

Tonight was going to be longer than she'd thought.

Pick me? 🥺

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

You’re a demon, and it’s time for one of your human breeders to give birth. Demons are laid in eggs, which are incubated inside a host. As they incubate, the shells soften, stretching as the infant grows much larger than the original egg. Eventually the shell dissolves completely, and the baby is born live. A typical clutch has three eggs and takes eighteen months to incubate.

This human is more than a month overdue, and if you don’t do something soon his stomach will burst, killing him. He’s skinny and blond, his massive stomach lined with stretch marks and ballooning out in front of him. He can’t walk on his own, requiring two of your demon servants to hold him up in order to get anywhere.

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“Oh, Bunny, you look so very pretty for Daddy. Come hop up on my lap” I rub my hands firmly over your back, belly, and thighs. “You’re such a good boy, little Bunny. Doing such a good job holding in all our dozen squirming little babies. If I’m feeling very very kind tomorrow I’ll even let you push one out!”

Wanna wear my prettiest set of lingerie for you while I'm deeply in labor 🩷

Little lacy panties you can barely even see with my heavy belly dropped, baby buns inside low and ready to be born already. And a little bralette, mostly sheer and too small for my once flat chest that's now swollen with milk; the thin fabric tortureously rubbing over my sensitive nipples, hard and leaky.

My body's screaming at me to give in, to just bear down and push out your babies ... But I know how much you desire me like that. Plump and ripe, so full of you I can barely even think anymore. And I want to be pretty for you so bad.

So don't worry, Daddy, I'll try to hold back a little longer, hnnngh ...

reblog if you love clit stim during pushing <3

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.

Can you imagine how much bigger they’d get if I was full of your babies? Sure glad you’re rich cause I’m gonna need custom bras at that point. I’m already down to only one company that makes them in my cup size.

hm. guy in labor with a big egg being forced to ride on horseback as prisoner. the rough movement of the horse combined with his labor pains and belly being jostled around is unbearable. and the egg being constantly rammed back into his hips whenever he makes the tiniest progress to get it out. obviously, his captors are unsympathetic.

oooohh thats soooo good. His captors watch as he struggles and writhes in his binds, begging and pleading them to let him give birth as he pushes uselessly. Each step the horse takes is agony, the constant bouncing forces the giant egg to fuck him over and over, leaving him a sobbing, writhing mess. Sometimes when his captors want to be even crueller, they bring his horse to a canter and laugh as his belly is thrown into the air and slammed down on the horses back while he screams for the horse to stop. When they tell his horse to gallop, the force of the egg being rammed back up into his bouncing belly is so painful he can't breathe, and only until he nearly blacks out from the pain do they finally bring the horse back to a walk. They have miles and miles to go before they reach their destination, and the poor boy is forced to hold in the giant egg until they arrive