God~ It’s So Biggg~! I Think I’m Gonna Need Some Help Pushing Them Out!!~ 🥵🥵🥵

They've been trapped with their legs tied together for hours, screaming and crying and pleading to be allowed to push their baby out. The pressure in their pelvis is unbearable as their body tries to force the head through. The contractions are coming almost on top of each other. Exhausted, they sag against their bonds, too tired to even scream any more. They simply twitch and whimper as each new contraction wracks their body.

Finally their cruel captor decides they've had enough and unties the ropes holding their legs. They sob in relief, finally able to listen to the desperate signals from their body to spread their legs. Unfortunately a new problem soon makes itself apparent. As the next contraction builds they try to push but barely manage to engage their muscles. After all this time they are just too exhausted to push this baby out. Contractions shove the head lower, engaging it fully in their pelvis. The stretch and fullness makes them wail. They try to push again but the head doesn't move at all. It's just behind their lips, bulging out their pussy obscenely, but their body no longer had the power to force it past their tight opening. Maybe if they could get up gravity would help them along, but they're stuck on their back, trapped under the swollen swell of their belly. Their captor laughs and settles in the watch their struggle. Perhaps eventually the contractions alone will force the head out. Maybe after some time they will gain enough energy to push again. Only time will tell, and either way it's going to be a good long show.

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

having slow-rapid pregnancy thoughts

we have a fun, rowdy evening, and i fill you up multiple times. we didn’t use protection, but based on the time of month, it’s probably fine.

(spoilers: it’s not)

later that night, after we drift off to sleep, i have a bleary moment of semi-consciousness. i’m spooning you, hand on your tummy, and i can feel just the slightest unexpected resistance. at first i figure it’s just you breathing, but… i could swear there’s just an almost nonexistent stretch, so subtly rounding you out. i grin and pull you closer before drifting off again.

the next morning, you definitely look bloated, but not unnaturally so. you check it out in the mirror (i check you out in the mirror), we get breakfast, and you leave to go about your day.

you keep looking down at your bulging tummy throughout the morning, expecting it to go down, rather than do the opposite. by lunchtime, you start feeling fluttery movements, and you know something’s wrong.

it’s slow enough that no one can SEE you growing, but you very clearly look pregnant when you obviously weren’t the last time your classmates saw you. i’d guess you’re expanding at a rate of a month of gestation every three hours or so, and you’re definitely carrying more than one.

it certainly doesn’t help that your outfit is about as far from obscuring your figure as your wardrobe can get. when you sit down, you can hear seams stretching ominously.

- 🦑

I’ve been keeping track of my cycle for long enough now that i don’t think twice about letting you fill me up, even begging for it, pleading dumbly for you to breed me while im completely drunk on pleasure.

we both like when you keep your hand on my belly after sex, so of course you notice when i start swelling. im already asleep by then, and you don’t mention it in the morning - you just look at me in the mirror while i check the bloating, before we both move on with our days.

the bloating doesn’t go down. im a little self conscious of how tight my shirt is around it, and my jeans are fairly tight, like always, and if i weren’t in classes i would have them unbuttoned by now. I ignore it the best i can. my stomach isn’t upset or anything, if anything im more hungry than usual, so im having lunch when i start feeling flutters inside me.

i finish eating and rush to the bathroom, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling up my shirt — which feels even tighter than it was before — enough to see how obviously swollen I’ve gotten. i rub my hands over my belly a few times, making sure I’m not imagining it. im not.

i can’t do anything until im done with classes for the day. At least, I try to finish classes. i make it through my next one, but my third and final class of the day is interrupted by the seams of my jeans tearing - and not quietly, either. i go bright red and excuse myself, heading straight home after that.

by the time we’re both home, im five, maybe sixth months along, size-wise — though i look well past full term. im surprised my shirt lasted as long as it did, though the seams on that tear during my commute back home.

we have at least another nine hours left. and, past the concern, im indescribably turned on.

it’s not like i can get any more pregnant if we spend the next nine hours breeding, right?

Big belly birthing

Check out the trailer for the final film of PWAFILMS Month!

I- ughhhh- I need to get these babies OUT before I explode 😩😩😩

I decided to walk around a bit and, oh godd.. I feel such a strong urge to push 😖

I don't think I've dilated though, a-and my waters still haven't broken... o-oh goddd... hnnnn...

Spontaneous pregnancy may feel initially like a blessing!

But please, learn from these people who lost their lives to the outbreak of insemination.

I- ughhh- I can’t move- I can’t stop swelling 😩😩😩