The Mass Outbreak Of Spontaneous Or Unexpected Swelling Sensations Continues! If You Or Someone You Love

Its still not enough...

18+ blog. Despite my name, I'm actually a trans guy.

I only repost things that turn me on.

Please contact me if you believe you have been impregnated by aliens, monsters, or cryptids!

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Horror pregnancy

Rapid pregnancy

Pregnancy/birth denial

Public birth

Hard birth

Oviposition

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Alien, monster pregnancy

Hidden pregnancy

Mpreg

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Vore

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Unbirth

Not usually into birthing but this was hot

Write of someone trapped and struggling underneath their huge, squirming belly~

When the seed takes, he doesn't notice. He doesn't realize why his belly is getting bigger, or why his chest is tender and swollen. His partner knows exactly what's happening, how his sperm fertilized his eggs and they're now growing into babies inside his womb.

Every day, his partner feeds him, and he thinks he's just gaining weight. While he is packing on the pounds, there's something much bigger going on, right inside of his body, and he has no idea. He's getting fed more and more each day, filled with calories to grow the babies he doesn't know that he's carrying, his already burly, hairy body fattening day by day. In the third trimester, he almost grows visibly each day, his belly huge, heavy, and round, with a bulbous, red belly button sticking out. A dark line obscured by the hair on his belly confirms that that huge gut is packed full of kicking babies.

Soon, he gets so fat and pregnant, he's trapped in bed, hopelessly immobilized by his own gravid, fertile womb. His partner still feeds him thousands of calories every day, making sure that he keeps blowing up, keeps getting huge with his babies. His tits are round and swollen, becoming more and more painfully engorged with each passing day.

His partner rubs his belly, encouraging their babies to move and strain the already tightly stretched skin of his massive girth. The first baby is low in his pelvis, but he doesn't know what that heavy object wedged in his hips is. "Won't be long now," his partner says, squeezing his breasts so that milk sprays out in impressive streams. He's shocked, and doesn't know what those words mean until his belly seizes painfully, and a torrential burst of fluid floods out from between his spread legs.

Easily 2 of my favorite animations , go check out the artists

Fine

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content: birth denial, fpreg

“I’m fine,” she said to her family as she waddled down the stairs, swollen belly dropped so low it could be seen poking out of her oversized sleeping shirt. There was no hiding how winded she was, breathing heavily, face flushed.

When her belly seized up during breakfast, not for the first time, she winced and dropped her cereal spoon. The surface, taut, hot the the touch like a fever. Packed, brimming with babies.

“I’m fine,” she said, picking up her spoon.

She took a shower, hoping to soothe her aching back and contracting belly with warm jets of water, and instead she found herself doubled over, belly between her widespread knees, weighed by a deep, undeniable pressure. When she heard a concerned knock on the door, she managed a strained grunt:

“I’m fine.”

After she’d endured contractions throughout the entire day, the urge to push washing over her, belly reflexively clenching harder and harder, demanding she give in, she found herself sitting, legs open, in the recliner during family movie night. A blanket covered her lower half, hiding her misshapen belly, tight like a fist, and her soaked pink Hello Kitty pajama bottoms, beginning to bulge wetly outwards with a head. She was crowning. She had to push.

She bore down suddenly, letting loose a guttural groan that startled the entire family and set the dog barking excitedly. She pushed again, fluids spurting around the head, the deep, heavy weight moving down through her pussy. Her pajama bottoms strained. She stretched and then popped around the huge head.

She looked up, moaning, head lolling. Her family stared at her, open-mouthed.

“I’m fine,” she panted.

We need more pregnant near/bursting on this site.

A belly so stuffed with babies that labor has to happen *now* or else the host will die.

Babies that keep growing in labor so you have to push HARDER to get them out before they break you.

Eggs that are hatching inside you and get them out now, get them out!!

How many are inside me?!

Oh God, it's stuck, but they keep growing, oh my God, don't let them kill me!

Oh God!

Oh my God it hurts!!

Oh GOD GET IT OUT OF ME!!

Imagine a pregnant boy getting possessed by while he’s in labor, something or someone taking control of his body and stopping him from pushing. Something else now controls his movement, but he can still feel everything that's happening to him. He’s screaming and crying, begging them to “please push!” and “please get them out of me!”, but the possessor doesn't move a muscle and just lets the contractions ripple through his belly. He has no idea how long he'll be possesed, forced to be stuck in labor for hours or days, completely helpless and at their mercy

💕 Thinking about someone who's buried underneath their baby belly. So vast and heavy and undulating, it's hard to tell that there is a person struggling underneath~

More pregnant than person. Just a ball of flesh. Yum ~

Bright red, pulsing. Grumbling, gurgling, sounding like a pissed off monster.

That’s the best way to describe their belly: just monstrous. Just something utterly inhuman.

They could barely breathe. Even without their gargantuan belly pressing down on them like this, they are so packed, their lungs already didn’t have enough room to expand.

They quietly wail. Crying hurts almost too. It makes it harder to breathe but it’s all they could do.

They were so damn stupid to fuck around when they knew they were so fertile.

They squirm underneath their giant orb in the remains of their bed. Their bed had long given out underneath them and now, they fear the worst for their wooden weak floor.

They are still growing and they are hearing those ominous creaks again. It just might be their floor… or maybe even their belly…

They don’t know what’ll be worse: bursting or falling straight through a whole floor.

They cry harder. They can’t get any bigger. They don’t know what to do with all of these babies, their room is getting close in on them and they don’t know what’s going to burst or break next

They CAN’T get any bigger

But they most definitely will

“Please stop growing… I can’t take anymore… I’m going explode…” Their hands hover over their sensitive, groaning gut and beg. They are scared to even touch it.

And their belly responds with a dark rumble, signaling an impending growth spurt. The carrier whimpers and just prays as they try to prepare as best as they could