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This one is so good, y’all

I hold the head steady keeping it from coming too fast as it slowly stretched just an inch wider. I press my thumb in and massage your perineum between my fingers to help it loosen up a bit better. “Eeeeasy now. Little pushes little pushes”

Fuck it, I’m yours. Do with me as you please. I’m already panting just thinking about it.

Kiss me while I crown your baby? 👉👈

Just finally found where my asks are! Yes, I’d love to. I’d cradle you in my lap with my hand cupping the crowning head and gently petting your overtaxed folds and straining perineum. My other arm would be supporting your head and neck as I lift your pretty face closer to mine and press our lips together, sucking and nibbling on your fuller lip as my finger circles your stretched-out clit.

Oh pretty please let this come true. I wanna be knocked up by a mergirl so bad I could scream!

So, what do you need? What do you like? How are you doing?

I need girlcock, I like girls with cocks, I’m doing my imaginary trans girlfriend

So, what do you need? What do you like? How are you doing?

I need girlcock, I like girls with cocks, I’m doing my imaginary trans girlfriend

“Oh you’re definitely bigger, Bunny. You’re carrying such a big litter for me it makes you grow bigger every day! It look so so cute on you, baby.” I hold your hands to keep you from struggling with your little shirt and place soft kisses on your squirmy kicky belly.

“Hey, Bunny baby. How are you doing today?” I ask sweetly as I return from work. I sit next to you on the couch and trace hearts and swirls across your pretty belly “you’re so soft and cute. I hate being away from you.”

this just made me blush so HARD. the tracing hearts and swirls on my belly ☹️

“doing okay …. but do you think my tummy has gotten bigger?” *pouts and attempts to pull my shirt over my tummy*

Kiss me while I crown your baby? 👉👈

Just finally found where my asks are! Yes, I’d love to. I’d cradle you in my lap with my hand cupping the crowning head and gently petting your overtaxed folds and straining perineum. My other arm would be supporting your head and neck as I lift your pretty face closer to mine and press our lips together, sucking and nibbling on your fuller lip as my finger circles your stretched-out clit.

I’ve been thinking about bird-people a lot lately for this reason. Like imagine a kiwi-girl that makes the huge mistake of hooking up with an ostrich guy and now she’s laying an egg even bigger than her already extreme species is used to.

we need more variety in human-animal hybrid pregnancies/births fiction. you only ever read about birthing litters of puppies/kittens or a foal or relatively small eggs. but there are so many more fun things explore!!!

give me human hybrid births from the animal kingdom that wreck the carrier. give me a human-bat hybrid needing to give birth to a baby that's a third of their own weight. or even better give me a human-kiwi hybrid having to squeeze out an egg that's almost entirely as big as themselves. give me a human-hyena hybrid forcing out their pups through a phallus with a diameter of just one inch, having to fear the very real chance of absolutely shredding their birth canal.

we're talking fantasy here, the sky is your limit. go and write about the agonizing births the world needs and deserves

As a dommy with massive tits. I will be this for you.

Imagine you’re crowning and you just keep crying and whining, saying things like “I can’t do this”, “It’s not coming out”, “It’s too big”, “I’m gonna die” and then, to shut you up, a hot dommy mommy presses your face into her tits so you’re forced to stop complaining and just start pushing.

Obsessed with this rn.

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.

“No, please please please” I squirm uncomfortably as the head is pushed back in further from a full crown “I’ve been so good! Just let me birth this baby for you!” I buck and rock in place, whimpering and whining as my overstretched clit and perineum rub needily against the fabric of the pillows. “Please! Please help me! Ohhhh god it aches!” I swivel my hips desperately and press my frustrated hands uselessly against my thighs. “I’ve. Ughhhh been. Hoo hoo hoo such. Aaaaahhhh good girl!!!” I throw back my head and scream, pushing fruitlessly against the tight stack of pillows.

I tried really hard to do what you asked me. I wasn't due for another week, and you had important meetings. I couldn't do this without you. You made me promise I wouldn't push till you got here, but it's so hard. I'm in the tight booty shorts you gave me for Christmas and a maternity bra. My hair is in a bun, and sweat glistens on my forehead and exposed stomach, which is tight and red from contractions. I was in our bedroom, on my hands and knees on the floor, a pillow or two between my legs. I had a hand pressed against my pussy, trying to keep the head from coming out, pressing my weight against the pillow when I felt my own strength was failing. I whimpered and moaned as I stayed there for what felt like hours. Feeling the head taunt against the shorts and pillow, forcing my lips to spread and slipping back in when it met resistance. I sent you another voicemail, pleading you to come back home to let me push freely. That I was trying to be a good girl for you.

"Shhh, honey, you are. You've been such a good girl, holding back for me. You've done a perfect job keeping the head inside, I'm so proud of you. I know your body wants this baby out as soon as possible, but just stay pressed against that pillow until I can come to you. I'm so sorry I didn't get your messages earlier, but I'll be home as soon as I can; there's no meeting important enough to keep me from being there with you. I should be home in about an hour, can you keep being a good girl for me until I get back?"

- You're near to sobbing when I finally come through the door. It's been so much - the pain of the contractions, the pressure in your hips, the effort of pushing the head back inside you for hours on end - but now I'm here and everything's going to be okay. I hold you close, hugging you to my chest as soon as I see how much it's taken you to keep the head in. I run my hands along your back as I reassure you again what a good job you've done waiting until I get home, how perfect you are for doing this for me. You move to change position, but I push your hips back down, keeping your entrance pressed against against the pillow. I know you'll keep the head inside for a little longer for me. You're my *good girl* after all, aren't you?

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.

I’d love to rub her clit and nibble on her outie as I hold that tight crown in place for her as long as I can. I’d dip a finger in behind the head, too, and massage her perineum, starting slow, but picking up speed as my finger gains lubrication. My other hand would continue rubbing her clit with my thumb while the side of my hand rubs the crease between her belly and crotch and presses against the red-hot skin above her vulva.

been daydreaming about my whole clutch being stuck bc of one particularly big, stubborn egg, the immense pressure, the unbearably hot stretch of my hole trying to pass this clutch but it's just too big for me to lay on my own...

yesss and like begging your monster parnter for help, they're licking and stroking your hole, making you cum around the egg and it starts to finally, finally slip out, stretching and burning and your legs are shaking - then they press against it, holding it in place at the widest stretch, leaning in to lick you again, determined to make you feel every inch before it's finally allowed to come out

Imagine you’ve been carrying your partner’s eggs for what feels like forever, your belly is so big and heavy. When it’s finally time to lay them your parter teases you by occasionally pushing them back in as you’re try to lay them. It feels so good that eventually when he lets you lay them you cuz and multiple eggs come out at once

"Please, I can't--"

"Aw, of course you can," you purred patronizingly, relishing in my whimpers as your hand came to rest where one of the eggs was making my lips bulge out. "Besides, doesn't it feel good?"

My cheeks flushed scarlet, but instead of protesting like I wanted, what came out was a low, shaky moan. Slowly but surely, you carefully pushed the egg back up inside me, past my lips and threatening to pass back up into my cervix. The only thing stopping it was the rest of the clutch that was trying to descend, but either way you'd once again undone almost all of my progress.

I let out a frustrated sob, groaning softly as I felt another contraction coming on. This time you kept your hand over my cunt, pressing firmly as you gazed intensely at me.

"Ah, ah, ah, not yet...just a little longer, I want to see how long you can hold out for me, then I'll let you push." you chided, running a finger through my drenched folds, ready to intercept if any of the eggs started to move again.

Not having much choice I simply nodded, bracing myself and doing everything I could to resist pushing. You licked your lips, watching as I struggled, reducing me to a sweaty, whining mess.

"Oh, you poor thing, I've been too rough on you, haven't I?" Chuckling darkly you moved closer, draping yourself possessively over me. One hand splayed over my belly, the other still stroking and teasing my pussy, and when you felt the telltale tensing of my body under your hands you leaned in close, whispering directly in my ear:

"Push."

My eyes snapped open, and I acted quickly before you could take back what you said. Grasping at the sheets under me I grit my teeth, then bore down as hard as I could, almost wailing from the effort. My body seemed to act in overdrive in order to make up for all the progress you kept stealing from me, and I panted harshly as I felt myself birth several of the eggs one after the other.

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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Literally every time. My PCOS gets so bad I’ll black out from the pain and have fever dreams of my belly being so huge I can’t see past it as it squeezes down around my litter of squirming babies, trying desperately to expel them through my unyielding cervix.

Anybody else cope with intense period cramps by imagining them as contractions instead?

Birth denial is so hot as a concept. Physically being unable to give birth: legs bound together so no matter how much you push, there's no space. Tight clothes in the way, forcing the baby back inside while you grunt and cry and try to force it out. Chastity belts, that force your pussy wide open in a crown for just as long as the keyholder wants. Not allowed to give birth and trying your best to stop yourself from pushing, trying to silence the primal urges of your own body, no matter how painful it is. And of course, my favourite - having the baby pushed back inside you before you manage to get it out, all the way to your womb, making you have to experience the pain of it all over again.

This. This is what I want. I can barely keep up with RPs, but I will always reply to this.

make me crown for you. tie me up, have me crying and screaming and begging to let me give birth. don't let the baby out past crowning. push it back in, make me start over.

Never let me progress past my cunt being stretched impossibly wide around its huge head.

Dunk Tank

Pre-story notes:

I am still writing The Way Home, but a combination of writer's block on that story, plus a bit of pure Muse being injected into this one, I'll resume TWH next upload. That said...

This one is a little dark, with some intentional torment of the main character. Everything works out for her in the end, but it gets a bit dicey for a hot minute.

Also Katrina is 18! She is almost 19 years old in this story, but in order for the dynamics of this story to work, she is a young mother, still in high school, still living with her parents. If this isn't your cup of tea, please leave. Otherwise, enjoy!

Katrina scowled as she waddled through the church grounds. On the list of things she'd rather be doing included being hit with a car. Walking on hot coals. Eating gas-station sushi again. But no. Her mom had oh-so GRACIOUSLY volunteered her time to this church fundraiser. At 9 months pregnant, she'd rather be at home, resting, finish packing her hospital bag, trying to deal with these annoying as hell Braxton Hicks contractions…

Another one started wrapping around her belly as the thought came to her, and she rubbed at it as she approached the pastor, a man named Father Isaac, to find out what she was in for.

"Katrina! How are you… ah, WE, doing today?" Katrina did her best to internalize the eye roll. The politeness to her face was all too sickening. She had heard what he really thought of her. 'Teen mom. Her life is ruined. She'll have a hard time finding a husband with a kid on her hip.' "I'm doing fine," She replied, taking her hand off her belly, and placing it on her back, "Mom didn't say what I was in for today, so…" Katrina flapped her free arm in a sort of, 'So tell me what the fuck I'm doing here' gesture. Either Isaac was oblivious, or had a better poker face than she did, because he didn't so much as bat an eye. "Ah, well, my son said he'd set you up with a booth. And he did say that he found one where you won't have to be on your feet all day. Y'know. Cause your pregnant." Katrina smiled thinly, "Ah. I've noticed. Where is Adam?" Father Isaac smiled and pointed, "On the other side of the food tent by the games. He's got you running one of them." Katrina sighed and waddled off. Or started to. "It's real nice that you volunteered for this Katrina. It's so nice to see someone like you so invested in the church." She decided that that particular comment deserved a bit of venom in the reply. "Oh yeah. I mean, getting voluntold to do this or I get kicked out of my home. But I mean, it's not like my life isn't going to be hard enough as it is." With that, Katrina left, walking towards the games. As it was, she was sure her mom would be pissed about what she said to Father Isaac, but something about the man could get under her skin like a splinter. Not that the next person she was going to talk to was any better. Adam was her personal tormentor. She'd never liked him, nor he her, but he had gotten worse once the news that she was pregnant had flown around the school. Not that she could prove any of it, but the handwriting on the notes in her locker looked like his. That and the way that he and his buddies found it the peak of all comedy to swerve in the truck that Adam drove, and spray cold, filthy water on her whenever they passed her while she walked home. Of course, as a pastor's son, of course it wasn't him. The teachers all agreed that someone who was the son of such a community leader couldn't possibly be acting in such a way. So she'd gotten detentions and the like for her 'wild and baseless accusations' and life went on.

"Hi there Kate" Adam said as Katrina waddled up to him, one hand going to rub the mild cramp running along the front of her belly. "It's Katrina," Katrina corrected him, rolling her eyes, and brushing some of her hair out of her face. "Right, so Kate," Adam said, making Katrina grind her teeth, "So, you need a job where you don't need to stand, or be in the sun all day…" Katrina blinked. She had honestly expected that he would give her a job where he and his friends could leer over her swollen form all day, and mock her while sitting down, and drinking cold drinks while she stood and sweat until everyone left. "Oh. Uh, thank you." Adam's smile made the sudden flutter of hope that the day wouldn't be terrible vanish, "Oh, don't worry, you get to sit all day, well, most of the day, and it'll be nice and cool." Adam put a hand around Katrina's shoulders and led her around the back of the food tent. Under a large tree, basically hidden in a nook behind a bush and a sign for the day's activities, was a large transparent blue bucket, filled 6 feet deep with water, the top surrounded by a cage, and next to it, a big yellow board with a red and white bull's eye painted in the middle. A dunk tank. "You can't be serious." Adam smiled, "Well, your mom called an asked if there was something you could do for us at the fair today. This is all I can offer you…"

He said the last with a sort of sad mocking tone. Katrina glowered at him, and gestured at her belly. "I'm not getting into that thing while I'm 9 months pregnant!" "Well," Adam scratched at his chin. A gesture he'd picked up from his father, but Father Isaac had a beard to make the gesture worthwhile, Adam just looked like an asshole. "Well, I could let you loose then, but then I'd have to call your mother and tell her that you refused to help with the one thing we asked you to do today. By the way, what is rent like say… anywhere near where you know anyone?" Katrina's jaw dropped, her eyes pricking with tears, "That's… that's not fair." Adam smiled again, "It is A fair, and this is your job. So… step on in, or walk on out." Katrina took two steps away, before thinking it over. She could leave, and live in a box until she gave birth, finished school and got out of this town. Or she could get dunked a few times, and stay with her parents until then. Sighing, she turned around and walked back to the tank. "How does it work?"

Adam was all too helpful with getting Katrina up the ladder and onto the seat. The foam pad, which was probably once comfortable to sit on, was now so worn down, it might as well have been one of the pews from inside the church. She sat on it, the platform creaking slightly under her weight. She shifted uncomfortably, and snapped her head around when she heard a click. She saw Adam fixing a padlock to the gate, closing her off from the ladder and the way out of this. "Adam, what are-" "Just a precaution," Adam said, "Clearly you can't be trusted to not run off before the day's over, so I thought I'd make sure you're safely up there until your shift is done." With that, Adam left, stepping quickly away, back to the rest of the fair grounds. Katrina sighed again and idly kicked her now bare feet in the water, flinching at how cold it was. "Kinda wish it WAS in the sun," Katrina muttered, wincing again, but now at the slight twinge in her belly. It didn't take long for the fair to start. Katrina could hear church-goers and other people having a grand old time, winning cheap prizes at rigged games, the occasional shout of bingo from the far end of the food tent, and the warm-up of what counted for 'live entertainment' in the small town, a handful of young men playing country songs way too loudly for such a small event. As she began to rub at her belly again, she heard laughing getting closer, and looked up to see Adam leading the first customers over. Katrina smiled and waved at them, younger kids who threw, but none of them managed a hit. The line was never longer than 2 or 3 people, and there was never more than 10 minutes between customers.

As the day, and her Braxton Hicks contractions dragged on, Katrina began to feel a growing pressure. At first, she thought it was just that she had to pee, but it felt different. The feeling was further back in her pelvis, and bigger. Much bigger. As the live music blared, she gasped, rubbing at the underside of her belly and shifted her hips from side to side, trying to relieve the pressure. And there was so…much…pressure. It felt like a basketball was being inflated in her hips, and the sensation was perhaps the most awful feeling she'd ever experienced. She just wanted to squirm away from it. At her home, in her room, she'd bought an exercise ball, and lately, that was the only thing she could comfortably sit on. The nearly unyielding surface of the dunk-tank seat was nowhere near that level of comfort. Should couldn't rock back and forth, she couldn't move her hips side to side, she couldn't even lightly bounce to relieve this horribly pressure. She had taken to simply breathing deeply and rubbing her belly with her eyes closed when a loud laugh made her look up. Adam was standing, leaning against the tree, and chatting with his usual group of school friends. "What a fucking spectacle," One of them, Bryce, said. "Nah, she'd used to people looking at her," Adam said, "It's how she wound up like she is." "Fun," A third boy, Roger, said. Roger was bit for his age, standing a good 6 inches taller than the rest, and he wasn't gangly either. He smirked a bit and grabbed a baseball for the game and tossed it in the air. Adam mock bowed and stepped aside. "Go ahead, friends don't pay." Katrina had just enough time to feel nervous when Roger grunted and said "Fun" again, before hurling the ball so fast his arm vanished from view.

With a muffled CLANG, the seat underneath Katrina dropped, dunking her into the water. She thrashed in the water, having been dunked in so fast, she didn't even have time to take in a breath. Once she figured out with way was up, she burst from the surface, coughing and gagging, and beginning to shiver from how cold the water was. She pushed the seat back into it's up position and struggled to climb out, the weight of her belly and wet clothes making the climb almost impossible. She sprawled on the small platform, moaning and holding her belly, another Braxton hicks contraction feeling like it was twisting her like a wet towel being wrung to dry. There was so much water in her ears, she almost didn't hear the next muffled CLANG as the seat dumped her into the water again. She fell sideways into the water, the impact driving what little air she had managed to get into her lungs. The sudden, second shock of cold kickstarted another contraction, making her ball up underwater, until her desperation for air made her painfully straighten up and burst through the surface. She gasped and coughed more, and, once the seat was back up, she simply hung from it, not wasting the energy it took to climb back up. "No, you gotta go back on the platform," Adam taunted, "That's how the game works."

As she struggled to pull herself up, and lay gasping once more on the platform, she felt something odd. The cold wet feeling had changed slightly. Between her legs, it was a warm wet feeling. Great, she had peed herself. As another Braxton Hicks contraction made her curl up slightly, she realized two things. Firstly, that wasn't pee. Secondly, these weren't Braxton hicks. "Oh no, I need to-" Katrina was cut off as Adam's throw slammed home, sending her down into the water again. Something about the sudden shock of cold right after realizing that she was indeed in labor made her body go berserk. She twisted and writhed as the strongest Braxt-no, full on contraction felt like it was trying to both rip her belly off and crush it against her spine at the same time. She finally broke free from the water yet again, cough and gagging at the water she had inadvertently inhaled and swallowed. She pounded on the plastic side of the tank to scream at Adam to let her go, but he was turned away, laughing with his friends. She turned to try to climb up the platform without resetting it. Katrina knew that if she put it up and climbed back up, one of Adam's cronies or he himself would simply send her back into the water. She struggled and failed to make the climb without the ledge being set up, so she begrudgingly set the platform up and climbed up to yell over the top of the tank setup. Pulling herself up was more difficult with all the pressure and the borderline NEED to simply curl up.

She finally managed it by clenching her abdominal muscles as hard as she could to make the pull, but as she did, she felt something slip. The pressure shifted slightly down, and now it was so. Much. WORSE. She tried to call out to Adam, to beg to be let out, but as soon as she straightened up to say something, the CLANG went off again, and she was once again, sent into the water. She was standing this time, and on the way down, her hip hit the platform hard. She gasped reflexively, and began thrashing as she realized she had just inhaled a mouthful of water. When she finally got free and had managed to stop coughing, the realization of the shift in pressure made her go cold. She must have been in labor all day, because now, she could only make out one thing. She had only one goal in her mind, one desire, one instruction every cell in her body was screaming, was begging her to obey.

Push

"ADAM," Katrina shouted, her voice hoarse and weak from the multiple rounds of water going down the wrong way, "LET ME OUT!" She didn't know if anyone could hear her, and she was about to call again when she heard Adam call back. "Now now Katrina, you're supposed to do a whole shift." "I'm in labor, I have to puuuuush!" The last word strangled out and was pulled longer by the onset of another contraction as she bent over as far as she could while still standing in the water, pushing. "Nice try," One of the other friends, a shorter guy named… she actually didn't know his real name, but she knew everyone called him Plink, said, "But no way you're that far, even if you are in labor. I bet you just want to get ouuuuuuuuut." Plink drew out the last word, mocking the way Katrina had drawn her last word out.

Katrina didn't even have the energy to respond as she bore down. She wasn't sure if she was doing it right. From all of her reading online, pushing was supposed to relieve the pressure that had been building. Her attempts at pushing only made the pressure worse. Now she could barely stand, even with the water helping to support her weight. Her legs were bowed out, and it felt like the basketball had been replaced with a bowling ball. She just wanted to either sit or lay down, to take the burden off of her hips, but the water was too deep for that. She racked the platform back up, and tried to climb back up. The effort was too much. Her arms shook, and her lower half dangled uselessly as she tried. Once she got her belly above the surface of the water, her back cried out in protest, locking up in another brutal contraction, making her stop to push. It was too much. Too fast, too much pressure, too many people watching and jeering and mocking. Closing her eyes, she somehow found the strength to pull herself back onto the platform and she laid back, reveling in the feeling of no longer standing, even though the pressure seemed to worsen being on her back. She moaned through another contraction, and heard a shout from the boys. "Stop faking it," One of them, she didn't know who, shouted, and she heard the CLANG again, and went back in.

Katrina had managed to not swallow any water this time, but only because she had held her breath while pushing. When she opened her eyes under the water, she could see the boys still laughing, and could faintly hear them howling like hyenas. The bowling ball of pain and pressure seemed like it was moving slower than a snail, but it was moving. She came up again and angrily shoved the platform back up. For some reason, standing and pushing wasn't working, but it had felt slightly better for the few seconds she had been able to lie down. She climbed back up and called out to her tormentors. "Please, please give me a minute, I'm-" Her words were cut off by the next dunk. Despite the water, she landed quite hard, the knee under the hip she had bruised on the platform earlier giving out, sending her down into a sort of half crouch. She shuddered and writhed from the new feeling of the head rocketing down, the pressure both feeling better and worse at the same time. She tried to get back up, but could barely close her legs enough to get upright. Gritting her teeth, she managed it, but the mind numbing wrongness of the motion sent lances of pain into her hips and cervix. She shuddered again and desperately shoved the platform back up, hoping to send it home hard enough to jam it, and tried to climb back on. Halfway up the climb, she paused for another contraction.

"GAH! Nggghhhhhh!" She groaned her way through it, the grunting turning into a yelp as the platform dumped her into the water with another CLANG before she had even made it out of the water. Still being halfway up the mechanism, she held on as best as she could, but only managed to be swung with it before the sudden stop at the end of it's motion slammed her free, her legs impacting the back wall. THAT motion sent things into overdrive. The pressure in her hips surged like nothing Katrina had ever felt before. The sudden urge to lean into the pressure and push with everything she had was stronger than the urge to breathe. She curled up as she sank beneath the surface of the frigid water and pushed as hard as she could while sinking. It was like she was possessed. The desperate, maniacal, unyielding demand of her body overrode every other instinct she had.

Don't worry about getting out, push. Don't worry about the boys, push. Don't worry about the cold, Push. Don't worry about a hospital, Push! Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, Push, Push, PUSH!

Bubbles ran up her face as she groaned through gritted teeth. The pressure had now given way to a burning, ripping pain in between her legs, the ring of fire. She reached down to feel, and her eyes snapped open in panic, her blood running colder than the water. Her shorts were still on. Her lungs burning from the lack of air, she paddle furiously for the water, gasping and coughing as she breeched the surface.

"I-My pants!" She gasped and called out, "It's coming outtt!" She held onto the platform with one hand and fought desperately to close her legs enough to strip off the tight jean shorts she had made the mistake of wearing on today of all days. The last few days, the counter pressure they had applied to her hips had been one of the few reliefs she could find outside of lying in a bath, but now, the overly tight fabric that hugged her hips and ass, the sensation even worse now for being soaked, seemed to actively fight her efforts in taking them off. As she fought, the fire from the attempted crowning in her pants receded as the wet denim undid all of her effort in the mammoth push she had done under the water. Even though that contraction had ended, the frenzied desperation of the urge hadn't.

She began to hyperventilate as she fumbled at the button and zipper of her shorts, her fingers numb with cold and fear. Unable to figure it out, she choked back a frustrated sob and began to pull herself, once again, onto the platform. Fortunately, it stayed up while she tried to rip her shorts down, the effort a difficult task even when she wasn't under such strain. As she wrestled with the clothing, she noticed the boys all standing and staring. "Help me!" Katrina called, her voice still not carrying far, both due to the water she had accidentally inhaled, and the live music from the other side of the fairgrounds. "Sure," Adam said, "I'll give you a minute. See, the boys and I have had a bet going for the last few weeks on who the baby daddy is. And seeing as you probably won't tell us, we're just gonna watch and see if we're right. Y'know, see who it looks like. I have 20 bucks on Jackson."

The others began listing their bets while Katrina listened in horror. Not only did they now know that she was in labor, but they were betting on the father? Which meant that they had no intention of helping her or setting her free. Her fear gave her enough willpower to stop fumbling with her shorts and try to go to the door, rattling it as she remembered, belatedly, that it was locked. "HEY!" Adam called, "Your shift isn't done yet!" CLANG The platform tipped, and Katrina cried out as the floor rotated away from the door, dropping Katrina, HARD, onto her belly as it dumped her into the water once again. The impact drove another contraction with the same desperation as the last one. Unfortunately, Katrina had to make a choice. Give into the furious demands and sensations, or straighten up to breathe.

The impact to her belly had also driven every molecule of air from her lungs, and the urge to inhale was as powerful as the urge to push. She straightened up, the motion feeling like nails were being driven into her spine as she did, and choked in a gasp, the sound somewhere between a gulp and a sob. She took another deep breath and bent over, working like a maniac to remove her shorts. With a desperate shove, they gave slightly, and her body noticed. Her legs began to spread as the baby's head began to descend rapidly once again. She fought to keep her mouth closed against the water and the scream as the ring of fire returned with a vengeance, her body thrashing at the pain of it. Spreading her legs under the pressure had an unfortunate side effect, as the material stretched back tightly over her crotch, pushing against the head.

She bucked her hips, going sideways under the water at how WRONG it felt, her body revolting at the backwards sensation. It knew that the baby was supposed to go out, not back in. Katrina tried to push her shorts down, but they were jammed by her spread open legs. She tried to close her legs enough to remove her shorts, but the head was preventing any such attempt. With some trepidation, she gingerly placed a hand between her legs, and attempted to make it so she could close them. She. Pushed. It. BACK The sensation was by far, the worst thing she had every felt in her life, her body lighting up with a billion messages, each one some variation of the word "STOP!"

Shaking, she managed to remove her hand and, mercifully, or not, close her legs. She righted herself and pushed off of the ground, gasping for air, and reached down to remove the shorts. With how wet they were, the sensation of denim sliding across her hips felt as if the fabric was made of fire, but eventually, she managed to get them to her knees, and then off entirely. Refusing to fight her body on it anymore, she took one more breath while standing up, and squatted down, giving into the bone deep demands of her body. She pushed. She PUSHED.

The head descended so fast the she had to clap a hand on her bulging pussy to keep it from burning too much or tearing. she shuddered a bit at the resistance, but at least it wasn't pushing the head back again. She shook as she eased the head out. Keeping her legs wide, she paddled once again for the surface, the effort becoming more and more draining with each time she made her way up. "I.. help meeeee" She begged, gasping in a breath and sinking below again. She bore down again as she sunk, but something felt wrong. A sharp pain in her pelvis, this time between her hips had digging in like a splinter, then like a knife. She pushed experimentally at the pain, but it exploded. She belted out a short scream under the water, and clamped a hand over her mouth instantly to keep her from drowning. Katrina attempted another, more timid push, but felt the same pain, the same resistance. She didn't know what was wrong, but her body seemed to. Despite the stabbing pain, at the next contraction, which was coming so close on the end of the last one that there was hardly a break between them, she lost control as her body began to push, hard at the stubborn blockage.

The pain in her pelvis grew worse and worse until she had to release one of her knees, barely aware that she had grabbed them in the first place, and pressed with a desperate force against the pain, just below the swell of her rock hard belly. The pressed harder and harder against it as she pushed, and with a grating, sliding sensation, the pain receded into her, and she writhed as the baby began to slide out. She lunged, trying to find her baby through the cloud of blood and lord knows what else to find it. Finding a squirming thing, she pulled it gently towards herself and stood up, clutching it close to her chest. Breaking free for what she knew later to be the last time, she blinked tears and water out of her face and looked, shivering at the small human in her arms. A girl! She'd had a girl! A girl who was very cold, and very still. Katrina cried out and began rubbing her daughter until she was rewarded by a weak, but clear cry. She sobbed in relief and held her child close, faintly aware of the second most beautiful sound she'd heard that day, or even in the last few seconds. The metal door to the top of the dunk tank opened and she heard the platform get locked back into place. "Katrina! Are you alright?" She looked up to see Father Isaac jumped down into the water beside her. She shook her head, holding her baby close, "N-n-n-no. Adam…"

She told Father Isaac what his son had done. Fortunately, he believed her, as he had caught the end of what had happened. Katrina looked past the paster to see all of the boys looking very ashamed. Father Isaac refused to press charges against his own son. When Katrina tried to, her mother nearly struck her for daring to try to "bring the law of man against a man of god!" In the end, Katrina went to Father Isaac and struck a deal with him. Katrina couldn't get child support from daughter's father, but she could from the person who had nearly killed her and Katrina both. One month later, after graduation, from which Adam and his friends were suspiciously absent, (Katrina had said a few things to a few people, and once a video had gotten out, they had been suspended pending investigation,) Katrina packed her things, and got the hell out of the crappy town and it's people who now judged her for not only having a child out of wedlock at her age, but also getting money from the church to support it. She didn't know if she ever wanted another baby, but she knew damn well that she didn't want another waterbirth.

Hi! I’m Witchy or KitKat. Feel free to call me by any pet name, though.

I just wanted you all to know that my asks are open as are my DMs for anything Breeding/Pregnancy/Birth related. If you’re not a girl I’m still happy to play OCs or non-con, but myself and personas are only into girls.

Into:

- Long crowning

- Forced birth denial (esp pushing baby back in)

- Girlcock/Penis birth

- Vaginal birth

- overstimulation

- highly symptomatic pregnancy

- Egg birth (of big eggs)

- size difference (smaller birther)

- bird girls/other animal people (specifically where every feature is blended cohesively anywhere between human and animal as long as it’s consistent)

- long birth

- pushing

Neutral:

- ass birth

- casual pregnancy

- singletons

- breastfeeding/Nipple stim

- other player being a cat girl/other animal (specifically the kind with just ears and a tail difference)

- long labor

- long pregnancy

Not Into:

- Death

- Scat/Piss

- Enema

- permapreg

- forced trans

- playing a cat girl/other animal myself (specifically the kind with only ear and tail difference)

Edit: I’m currently very busy and overwhelmed so don't take it personally if I don't respond. I simply can’t keep up with everything going on for the sake of my mental health.

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.

Can’t wait to get infected 😏

If you have experienced rapid belly growth, unexpected pain, or feeling a mass under your navel, please reach out! There has been an outbreak of these symptoms. This applies to all genders!

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I tugged down the hem of my shirt once more, groaning internally at the line that stretched out before me. The store was fully packed, yet there was only one underpaid cashier to handle all of it. Part of me debated calling it quits and just heading home, but seeing as this was the last errand I had to run, I figured I might as well stick it out.

That was proving to be easier said than done, though.

"O-ohhh..." I leaned against the handlebar of my full cart as I exhaled slowly through my nose. Again, I readjusted the hem of my shirt, the compression material doing little to obscure just how much weight I'd put on over the past few months. I couldn't help but feel self conscious about it, especially when it seemed to attract more attention than I cared for.

As if that wasn't bad enough, both my bloated stomach and my back had been killing me all morning, to the point where I'd had to stop several times while shopping just to wait out the cramps. My hands grasped the handlebar of the cart until my knuckles turned white, and it took everything I had not to make a sound.

Just gotta make it through the line and--wait, what was...?

I felt the color drain from my face as I felt a sudden warmth spreading from my crotch, an involuntary shiver running through me as I felt liquid seeping down my thighs. "Fuck," I swore under my breath, nervously glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one was behind me to see. Luckily, I was the last person in line for the time being. My rational mind screamed at me to just go, just ditch the cart and tend to my weird accident away from others. But the line was finally moving a bit, and against my better judgement I stayed, hoping that my leggings would just absorb the worst of it and no one would have to know.

I didn't have long to think about it when another cramp decided to make itself known, and I could feel my stomach tensing bizarrely from the internal pressure. As I ran a sweaty palm down the front of my taut stomach, I tried to focus on breathing through it. This went on for several of the longest minutes of my life, and my only reward for my silent suffering was moving another few feet closer to the register. As I took another step forward, another pain lanced through my abdomen, and my knees nearly buckled. For a fleeting second, I envisioned dropping into a squat, freeing my swollen belly from the confines of my clothing and--

I shook my head aggressively, banishing the strange thought as soon as it had come. Still, that odd urge remained in the back of my head, and it only got stronger with each new burst of discomfort. By the time I was four carts away from the register, I could barely think clearly through the sensation of something shifting inside of me, an otherworldly pressure just behind the lips of my cunt, and my thighs trembled as I stood with my feet slightly apart. Before I could stop myself, my body seemed to act of its own accord, and I hurriedly bit back a whimper as I felt myself bear down.

My eyes widened as I felt it then, felt something beginning to emerge from me. My grip on the cart tightened as my breath came in shallow gasps, and I could feel the fabric of my leggings beginning to bow outwards as my traitorous muscles worked to push something out of me. One of my hands moved down to try and stop whatever it was, but it was a moment too late, and a guttural moan escaped my throat as I felt something large slip into my now ruined leggings with another burst of fluid.

By now, the sight and sound of me had caught the attention of the other shoppers, but I couldn't even think about them right now. My hands shook as I struggled to pull my soaked leggings and panties down, and I let out a choked sound of disbelief as I retrieved a wailing baby from my ruined clothes. My mind raced with the revelation that not only had I apparently been pregnant this entire time, but I'd just given birth into my clothing a crowded store.

Before I could even think of what to say or do, a dreadfully familiar pain lanced through me again, and my eyes darted down to my belly, still straining against the fabric of my shirt. Again, that urge from before hit me, and this time I didn't resist, couldn't resist. Among the worried voices of the people around me and the cries of my surprise baby, I braced myself against my cart once more and pushed hard.

Please, I thought deliriously as I felt another baby beginning to crown, please let this be the last one...

I NEED a round drum tight belly right now and someone to tease me while they rub it

Imagine you invite me over for tea and I’m none the wiser of what you slipped into my drink while I wasn’t looking.

We sit and chat while I gulp down the first cup of tea. It was just so delicious and you offer me another. This time the cup is slightly bigger but I still drink it happily.

Halfway through, I start to feel a little funny. My body begins to feel warm and my belly is really tingly. You still refill my cup and I drink.

A few more minutes pass and my stomach seems to be…swelling? I don’t remember these jeans being this tight when I left the house.

“H-hey…did you uhm… slip something in my drink?” It’s getting harder to breathe and I’m feeling so much pressure from where my belly presses against my belt. You don’t answer, only smile and chuckle at the sight of me.

My belly is soo itchy and it’s getting tighter by the second it feels. The tingling feeling spreads to my breasts and I can feel them straining against my bra. Begging to be released.

My belly has gotten so big I have to lean back to give it more room. I keep trying to listen to what you’re saying but the way my belly is stretching at a rapid speed is distracting and also arousing. I start to desperately squeeze my thighs together when I think you’re not paying attention to me.

Of course you’re hyperfocused on me. You wanted this after all. That’s why you slipped the rapid pregnancy pill into my tea. When you saw how much I enjoyed the first cup you even doubled the dose in the second. You were so eager to see how big I could get.

“I-I’m so sorry let me just.” I unbuckle my belt giving my stomach more room to expand. I don’t even make it to the button before

POP!

it pops off and flies across the room. I try to have some composure but I feel so fucking good I can’t help but rub my newly acquired belly and moan like a bitch in heat.

I look atleast full term with twins but I’m still growing. Even sitting down I feel so heavy. It hurts but it hurts so good. My belly is an angry red and it’s as tight as a drum.

You move your place from the loveseat across from me and move to sit by me and rub my gravid belly.

“You’re getting so big…but you aren’t done yet.” you take my long forgotten tea cup and bring it to my lips forcing me to drink more of the tea. I already feel so full but with the addition of the tea I feel like I could near burst.

My shirt has hiked up to be more of a crop top and I have milk stains where my tits have started to leak. I can do nothing but helplessly moan and whine as my belly creaks and groans with new life.

“Looks like you finished this cup.” You sigh “I’ll go get you another.” I was in for a long night…

Iddkkkk seems kinda unfair I don’t have a big kicky baby in me right now 🫤 especially not one that’s putting soo much pressure on my pelvis and has me groaning every time I move…hmm

Del-Ken's Curse was the alpha and omega for so many of us. This primal, horrific pregnancy curse that grows relentlessly, kicking to life slowly despite being unwanted.

So much of modern belly expansion and pregnancy horror comes from this single comic - the phrase, "hard and unyeilding to the touch," alone - that it is a travesty to not celebrate this masterpiece on Tumblr.

Raise a glass to Del-Ken and Curse.

Del-Ken: https://www.deviantart.com/del-ken

Anyone take commissions for fetish stories?

I know it's hard out here to charge for fetish work with AI, but I'm looking for a fetish writer to write a hyper-pregnancy story. Will pay. Contact me.