I Love Being A Simple Farmer With A Coop Full Of Henboys Who Lay Me Fresh Eggs Every Day. Bellies Always

pretty girl forced to sit down while she's crowning and told to not complain about how much it hurts when the baby's forced back in <3

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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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"Do you think I should go to the doctor?" Your friend texts with this video, with a silly background song to hide her fear.

Just three weeks ago, her belly had been normal. Not flat like a model, but *normal*. Empty. She had been able to run a bit and touch her toes and nothing was weird.

Then, she told you about an intense dream she had, where she had been paralyzed by light and strange creatures she couldn't really see, as if her eyes were forcing her to censor them, experimented on her. The 8 hours of sleep felt like weeks, she said, as they examined every organ in her body with technology she didn't understand.

Finally, she awoke in her bed, having lived a strange experience that she was determined to forget.

It was only a few weeks later, however, that she sent you this video, showing somethings unknown tumbling about in her belly. Whatever is inside her, and there are more than three, are growing more active with each hour.

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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

My favorite pregnancy/birth scenarios (in fiction ofc):

• Someone being so overdue and heavy with twins or a large baby that they have trouble with walking anywhere. Bonus points if they have to use stairs to get where they need to go. I also really like it when they need to hold onto walls/railing/furniture to help them stay upright.

• Going into labor in a hostile/captive environment.

• Giving birth to a baby that's so big, another person has to press on the belly as they push. Also works with a person who is exhausted from birth denial and needs help getting the baby out.

• When the baby drops very low and feels like it might fall out as they walk or stand.

• Having to hold the head back with their hand as they desperately try to find a safe place to give birth. This also goes well with the whole hostile situation thing.

• Being forced to work while heavily pregnant. Bonus if the work is hard and triggers labor.

• Hiding the fact that they're in labor from a particular person/people until they feel safe enough to openly moan and rock their hips. Doesn't have to be anything hostile. Could just be in a public space and they try to hide the labor until they get home.

• Water breaking late in birth immediately followed by overwhelming urges to push.

• Pushing when they can't or shouldn't push at all.

• Rough, hard sex that induces labor.

• Cupping/holding the belly. Especially when it's big and low. Great if a partner is doing this too!

I'll probably think of more some other time. I also welcome asks if you guys wanna tell me your favorite scenarios!

Who wants to stuff me full? Who wants to watch as whatever is inside fights to get out?

Imagine if you had a rare condition that when you're knocked up you can still be impregnated with more. It's not everytime but still often enough that you find yourself knocked up with triplets less than a few weeks in. You get to a point that when a load of cum is pumped into your over burdened womb you feel your midsection surge and shift as you expand with another life. Your hips and bust instinctively growing with each one to keep up. You'll find yourself trying to bred at any given moment watching your belly taking over your body. A slow constant growth that you couldn't stop if you wanted to. Too large to stop yourself from being taken advantage of as your knocked up again and again. You have no idea how many babies there are, all you know is it won't ever stop now. Your tummy already looking midterm only a month in begins getting warmer, you watch as it gets hotter and hotter and suddenly your first growth spurt takes over. Every part of your body swelling and growing making you more feminine and curvy. Your tummy jumping a few months of growth in one moment as you feel the first kick. And then kicks. It becomes a daunting feeling realizing all that you'll have to birth as you go through more and more growth spurts and the kicks grow in frequency. And all the while your man is just about to fuck you again.

Oh. My. God.

This is literally sososososo fucking hot I am so goddamn wet from reading that. How I wish that was real.

Thinking about an insatiable partner seizing me by my swollen, gravid curves and vowing to get me "even more pregnant." It makes for a hot fuck, I play along, talking about how I couldn't possibly get even bigger, about how could you even want me even heavier and riper, about how would I even function since I'm already too big, all the hot things I imagine, and want my lover to imagine. Breeding their already-bred plaything. Knocking me up all over again. Weighing me down even heavier, blowing me up even grander. Oh, babe, if I'm not big enough for you yet, fill me up again, I promise I'll swell and grow and ache and leak for you, if you do.... It's hot roleplay, a fun thing to pretend. Harmless fun.

Except, what if over the next couple of weeks, I notice... certain changes in my progression. My belly is getting bigger than doctors projected. My weight, once steadily growing, now spikes as my cravings have me ballooning like wild. I stretch my most forgiving maternity clothes to the limit, chest bloating up, spilling out of my tops, elastic waistbands suddenly not elastic enough for my new broader belly, my new vaster ass. What would this mean for my pregnancy? Would I be worried, or... turned on?

What if I went to meet my lover, stuffed into the sexiest dress I can still manage, biggest clothes too small. What if I confessed what has been happening to me, my body growing out of control, too fast, too large. What if I pulled them close and whispered what I thought had caused it, and felt their fingers dig into my plush hips, a wicked look in their eye as they push me gently back onto the bed, too weighed-down to resist and too swept-up to try, and they put their hands, reverent, on my massive belly, and smiled with an irresistible hunger....

What then?