It's Been A Whole Year Since You Got Pregnant, And You Still Have No Idea When You're Going To Pop. At

I want to be lying on my side with your 11 pound baby pushing through my cervix, slowly inching forward and opening me little by little. I want your baby to slip back in everytime a contraction ends. I want to whimper in frustration and pain as I push again but your baby slips back in. To be stuck on my side gripping my tight belly as I pant like a bitch in heat. As my puffy lips spread around your baby's fat head. I want to moan and scream and lean into each push. I want to do it twice over. After all, you gave me triplets.

She sat in church, smiling, listening to the pastor talk about the value of purity and the spiritual power of saving yourself for marriage. "I could never break that vow." She told herself, almost tearing up, overcome with love for God.

She didn't know about the "prank" her little brother had pulled when they all got together for the holiday. A syringe of sperm inserted between her legs while she was asleep after some pills were put in her drink. He'd just wanted to know what would happen,he'd just learned that it could cause something really special,but nobody told him what. He was careful, her hymen was still intact and everything.

Now her inbred abomination was swelling her belly round, though she told herself it was just being careless with her diet. No big deal. She had no idea she was growing a deeply sinful fruit inside her, one that no priest would ever excuse or forgive her for creating.

She would remain joyously oblivious until she laid in her bedroom in the middle of the night months later, the head of this horrific burden taking her virginity, making this profane birth even more obscene and sinful. Praying to God to take this misery and pain and fear from her, to show her mercy. But if he heard, he didn't care. And, push by push, her own cousin slid out of her. She only realized she'd been pregnant when the newborn began to cry...

Thinking about laying a big clutch of big eggs and being so tired I can't push anymore. On my back , my legs apart as I'm already too tired to squat or keep myself up in any way. The earlier eggs of the clutch barely set aside, reminding me that the ones weighing down my body need the same kind of effort to be finally born. I want to rest at least a little bit so maybe I could try to push, but the contractions already. Almost feeling my folds close around the egg as it slides a little bit back because even though I tried to push it was way too weak to keep it moving. I'm so barely conscious the only thing I feel is my body trying to get it out. With the fleeting strength I try to keep the tension and as it slides out I faint with it in-between my legs. With at least two more left in my womb, ready to wreck my spent body.

I saw over your shoulder that you were browsing baby clothes again. You started taking more supplements to aide in hormone therapy. You kept me in the loop about your doctor visits. I watch as the chemicals take hold.

Your hair grows, your breasts become swollen and sore on occasion. Your hips and back ache as your body prepares for motherhood. It looks good on you. Your skin is glowing.

It's a weeknight when you call me over, saying that your mood swings were making being alone unbearable. So you think I should stay to help.

You also wanted more of my famous roll cake.

The very roll cake that I've mixed your silly cocktail into the powdered sugar that coats the top, and if I had extra-like I did this time around- I used some in the fluffy whipped cream filling. I made 2 cakes for you. You were so excited that I had to keep telling you to finish your dinner.

I sat idly by and indulged in my simple strawberries and sugar with not silly whipped cream filling I had left over from the cake. I watched you cut piece after piece, joyfully eating away. "H-hey maybe you should slow down.." I mention loosely.

You sent me messages from work with a small plate with a slice pictured on your desk. Meanwhile, I'm scanning over the local directory of men at the local offices around our apartments. Then cross referencing them with a sperm donor database. Being half yourself and half mine seemed to be your preferred state of being.

You became very frisky and naughty for me. You wanted to show me what I owned and what I do to you. Just for me, all for me. Those pictures of cake on your desk gave way to you spread under your desk, cubicle door closed, mouth covered and eyes completely glazed over as I watched the huge dildo occupy your aching dripping cunny. I bought you a small machine to pump that large cock into you and to my surprise you had begun taking it to work.

I decide to challenge you to keep working while the setting was just strong enough that you couldn't ignore it. Watching your body be rhythmically jolted, one hand under your desk as you played with your pussy. You came so many times.

You've become my perfect cum slut.

You came home later that night on unsteady legs, still tripping and stumbling around from your brain still floating around.

A few weeks later, I had made my selection, and I take you out of your apartment and lead you to mine, "I have a surprise for you, bunny."

A married man (yes I made him keep his ring on), standing in my apartment. He was a tall man, well-kept and strong angular features. His cologne might have been..altered to aide in the experience.

"You never told me you had a husband, Mistress," you say as the man approaches you, holding out a hand to take yours and kiss it. I don't say much as I think about how much time it would take for you to fall back into being a bunny. My bunny babygirl.

It was a beautiful sight.

We have dinner and you got on with him quite well, laughing along and touching his body with great intrigue. He responds with greedy touches on your body, picking you up and guiding him onto his lap. Your head darts in my direction, almost for approval. He holds you close, cupping and fondling your swollen breasts.

Lost in his firm touch, you relax into him as he rubs your belly, lazily rolling your nipple as I fix your dessert. I can see his mind scanning your body, taking memory of all of your curves and everything that makes you tick. "You're being such a good girl, right now," he encourages, nibbling against your neck. That makes you shy.

"Warren, dear, do you need anything?" I ask.

"Panties..off..now," he rises from the couch, lost in the pheromones I sprayed all over your clothes as he hikes your pencil skirt up, exposing your cute lacy undies to me. Then pulling them down as you still stood, frozen in place and a little stunned. I could see it in your eyes you were confused by how quick he moves.

You step out of the fabric and straighten your skirt, blush turning your face pink. You couldn't believe he did that. You turn to look at the man who sat back and admired your body. I approach with dessert. I steal you a distance away and begin feeding you- which you begin to smile again.

"Mistress, why did he take my panties off?" you ask simply, using my eyes as refuge.

That's the last thing you remember. Sitting in my apartment naked under your skirt.

You tell me about this man- Warren- taking you back to your apartment last night. You explain excitedly about a date you barely remember- only highlighting the laughter and insane dinner at this fancy restaurant. He was all over you and all for you.

I couldn't be happier. I ask if you ended your night on a good note and you reply with the correct answer. You ask me if you were safe for him to be cumming in you raw, knowing I keep better track of your ovulation nowadays. Must be the horomones.

Silly bunny.

I lie and say that you had two weeks. For fourteen days straight, he updated me about how much he stuffed his fat cock into your little pussy. He shows me pictures of you laying in a daze, eyes rolling back as he pumped load after load until you couldn't hold it anymore.

The plan worked flawlessly.

"M-mistress, there's something wrong.." you tell me on a call.

I come over and I take you to a doctor. He pulls up the ultrasound and you couldn't believe it.

A little outline of a baby in its beginning stages growing in your womb.

"Congratulations," I say to you, "You got your wish, baby bunny."

OHMYGODOHMYGIDOHMYHOD

am i a terrible, icky bunny if i say this i want this to be real? i want this :( i want this :(

you’ve been fucking me for so long by now that ive lost track of the time. I know it’s dark outside now, but that’s all ive got. that, and the growing number of rapidly gestating babies inside me.

“fuck, so good for me… such a good incubator, taking my babies so well… god, fuck, im gonna cum again, gonna knock you up again…”

I groan as you do just that, eyes rolling back in my head as I feel you spill inside me, your seed seeping into my womb and quickly finding another egg to fertilize. the babies already inside me squirm as another sibling joins them, growing to catch up, forcing them to make space.

my body rises as my belly grows beneath me. you had to move me off the bed a while ago to be able to reach my cunt comfortably, and my legs have long been left hanging in the air, supported by the curve of my lower belly. im starting to wonder if you’ll be unable to reach before you can sate your need.

im starting to wonder if you even can sate either of our needs before I get too big for it.

Video idea: Chest burster trying to bust out of your stomach?

Nnnrrf... All I did was look at this really cool wet egg! >,<! Next thing I knew my stomach was wriggling like something is gonna rip out!

nothing i write can ever be funnier than the fact i habitually submit my weirdest masturbation fantasies to thousands of strangers for peer review

THE GREAT BIG GRAVID PREGNANCY KINK ASK GAME

There are some very fun preg or belly kink ask games out there, but the one's I've seen are typically focused on one flavor of said kink, or aren't strictly pregnancy-focused or are heavily gendered.

So I thought I'd to cook up 50 fun, kinky but not outright explicit, questions for an ask game. All pretty broad in application, and gender neutral! Please enjoy! _______________________________________________________

What's your favorite aspect of pregnancy? What makes it hot for you in a kink sense?

Would you rather be with someone who IS pregnant, or be pregnant YOURSELF? (or both?)

Do you prefer pregnant bellies that sit high, or carry low?

Do you prefer a pregnant belly that leans more "torpedo belly" or "beachball belly", or something else?

Favorite pregnancy blemish (stretchmarks, veins, linea nigra, ect), if any?

If you could only pick one, would you keep hyperpreg, rapid preg, or perma preg? Why?

Favorite NON-physical attribute of pregnancy? (Ex: cravings, pregnancy brain, nesting)

Most niche part of pregnancy that fits into your kink?

How pregnant is TOO pregnant where it stops being hot?

Thoughts on ill-fitting/outgrowing clothes with pregnancy?

Do you prefer bare, partially covered, or tightly clothed pregnant bellies?

Do you have a favorite occupation to see a pregnant person performing?

In preg kink writings, when a pregnancy is abnormal in any way, do you prefer when it's supernatural (fantasy), technological (sci-fi), explained some other way, or not explained at all?

Who are some of your favorite preg kink artists/blogs?

Do you prefer when a pregnancy is super encumbering, or doesn't limit the pregnant person in an extreme way?

How do you feel about pregnancy and stuckage?

How do you feel about pregnancy and stuffing, or vore, or wg, or inflation, or any other kink that increases belly size?

How do you feel about pregnancy paired with another, non-belly related kink? (asker may specify)

Thoughts on pregnant belly worship?

Thoughts on pregnant belly manipulation? (like pushing on or shaking a pregnant belly)

What's something kinky you would love to do to a pregnant belly, outside of the realm of normal pampering or worship?

What's an outfit you'd love to see a pregnant person wear?

For kink purposes, what's your favorite stage of pregnancy?

Favorite view for a belly? (straight on, side profile, POV looking down as though it's yours, ect)

Do you prefer a pregnant person dressed to the nines, or basically in their pajamas?

Describe one of your most self indulgent preg kink fantasies in full.

Do you prefer super active pregnant bellies, or bellies with calmer babies?

Do you prefer smooth and blemishless pregnant bellies, or ones with lots of marks and veins and strain?

Favorite non-belly physical attribute of a pregnant person?

Favorite state for a belly button on a pregnant belly? (innie, outie, flat, ect)

Thoughts on pregnant bellies with a soft layer of chub around them?

Favorite word to describe a pregnant belly?

Do you prefer when a pregnant person is "maxed out" and at the height of their possible growth, or big but still growing, lending to some anticipation for what's to come?

What's your ideal rapid preg growth speed? How long should it ideally take to go from a flat tummy to full term?

Do you prefer a large/overdue singleton, or a batch of multiples?

What what point does "high order multiples" become "rapid preg" to you?

Thoughts on monsterpreg? If you enjoy it, what's your favorite monster to be/see someone pregnant with?

If you enjoy pregnancy encumbering mobility, do you prefer if its due to size, or weight? or both?

Do you think of a pregnancy kink as a more "vanilla" kink, or as one of the weirder ones?

What are some aspects of pregnancy that you enjoy in a kink way that AREN'T the pregnancy itself? (Ex: breeding, labor, birth, lactation, ect)

Have you told anyone you know IRL about your pregnancy kink? If so, who (within reason privacy wise), and how did they take it?

Favorite piece of pregnancy-centric media? (could be for kink purposes or otherwise)

Favorite part of a pregnant belly?

Thoughts on belly piercings on pregnant bellies?

In a kink context, what's an activity you would you like to be doing/see someone doing while pregnant?

At what point does a pregnant belly go from "big" to "huge"?

Do you have any preg kink "guilty pleasures"? What is one, if you have any and are willing to share?

Do you have another kink that you enjoy mixing with pregnancy? If so, what is it?

Do you have any irl stories or anecdotes that relate to your pregnancy kink in way way? Care to share?

In as much detail as possible, what's your IDEAL pregnant belly?

Divine Pleasures