superrich gay guy being extremely easy to get into bed and hates using protection so a group of activists decide the easiest way to redistribute the wealth is to make him pay a whole lot of huge child support checks. and of course he's gay, which means there's all these men with these enormous, swollen, unmistakably gravid bellies, fat leaking tits, widening hips, most of them waddling around on their second or third or fifth or eleventh pregnancy with his massive squirmy babies...

...and then maybe he decides he loves being a free use whore whose only purpose is as a fertile cock for men to ride and get themself knocked up with (and the money of course... but he's rich enough not to care even with the number of men who are waddling into court to claim he knocked them up... even when that number starts growing exponentially....)

I need my tummy to be filled to the brim, skin stretched taut, baby buns kicking and squirming inside like crazy, making me whine and whimper constantly. Everything so tight and cramped that it's almost hurting to touch the veiny orb.

But you rub my belly nonetheless. You wanna feel the life you put inside me against the palm of your hand. You dig your fingers into the sore muscles, glide over my sensitive navel. You want me overwhelmed and desperate, knowing you'll keep me like that for as long as it pleasures you.

So big n cute :3

-sends don multiple different pizza place gift cards that deliver-

He’s so full of babies and love right now.

I want to be huge and pregnant and living a life of leisure while someone takes care of me tooo!🥺 I want to grow an enormous pregnant belly in return of being able to live a life without worry or work, just growing and growing, gestating a vast gaggle of babies~

I want to knock up a gamer boy.

I want to keep him barefoot and pregnant in our apartment- making meagre money from streaming until I get home.

He sits in the ergonomic gamer chair I bought him while rubbing the swollen belly that presses his thighs apart.

He lives an almost completely sedentary lifestyle- just getting rounder and fatter every day to support my babies growing inside him.

When I get home, he waddles towards me happily, having to support the heft of his belly with his hands in order to stand. I smile while he talks about his day and all his nerdy interests that I could not give less of a shit about. As soon as I get my boots off, I bend him over onto all fours like a sow and fuck him like I'm trying to knock him up all over again.

When cum leaks out his pussy I want him to whimper and tell me he enjoyed it.

And as soon as his water breaks, I want him to immediately beg that I'll promise to keep him knocked up and pregnant forever, supporting his life of leisure while controlling his womb.

Even while nursing more babies than he can handle, I want him to tell me how he feels so empty and he needs my seed to fill him and force him to give birth again, and again, and again.

Ooooo, imagine he’s a streamer too, and of course he goes into labor while he’s live in front of thousands of viewers. His belly is so huge and swollen he can’t get out of his chair on his own, stuck panting and moaning with his belly contracting for everyone to see. You find him stuck there when you get home hours later, legs soaked from his waters breaking, crying and begging you to help him. You pull him out from his chair, but instead of taking him to a hospital, you bend him over and fuck him as he clutches his tummy and desperately tries to push his babies out. Each time he pushes, you shove it right back up into his tight womb, keeping him full and swollen, not letting him give birth until you’re done with him. You don’t bother turning the live stream off as you fuck his swollen form, even as you finally let him push out a baby or two so all of his viewers can watch him scream and cry and mewl as the head of his baby stretches him wide in front of the camera

I can't stop thinking about situations where the size of someones womb is the only thing preventing them from doing something.

Like reaching for something on the counter, or just out of the reach past their overgrown body. Having to turn to the side to open doors.

Squeezing through the doorway would be fine if it weren't for the septuplets in the way. Widened hips would slide right out if their massive womb weren't jammed between the armrests.

I just love it

Imagine defending your masters' thesis with full term quints weighing you down. You have to stand in front of the panel and present, but all anyone can do is stare at the overgrown sack of babies threatening to burst its way through your stretchy maternity dress.

!!!!! 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

Fucking— PLEASE!

Defending something I worked so hard on, researched hours for, spent nights writing up and fact-checking and fact-checking and fact-checking…

…And all they choose to do is stare at the one night I decided to have fun and not study.

My body literally betrays my work ethic. I’ve worked for so long to be able to do this and graduate on time and all they see is the result of me folded in half and pounded into oblivion.

Doesn’t help that the quints have started moving, either. Every stretch and roll and push makes my overstretched womb tremble and a high flush reach my cheeks.

Probably doesn’t help that I’ve listed the quints at co-authors on my paper, either… Something I find rather cute, but something they’ll regard as early on-set baby brain. So big, so swollen… It’s no wonder that she’s trying to defend her master’s thesis and looking moments away from tumbling over.

i hate how this just happens at random!

getting pretty big now 🫣 how much longer do you think?

(they/he)

I'd love to see some long mpreg related prompts or scenarios in my inbox 🥺

Just a heads up! My inbox is always open! You can send me scenarios/prompts, anything like that

As long as you remain respectful you may ask anything you'd like~🥰

Can you describe a belly that's carrying 12 babies?

oooh, this is a good one.... well...

At three months... you’re already showing a lot. You look about 7 months with a singleton. The belly is kinda teardrop shaped and your navel has just become an outie. It’s a little cumbersome, but you can handle it. The skin is firm and warm to the touch, and you don’t have any stretchmarks yet... at least not until...

Six months! You look massive! Your belly is beyond what conventional maternity clothes can handle, and you’ve put on about 80 lbs of pregnancy weight, all in the belly. They move and swim around a lot in there, and you can barely gut up from a lying position. Your belly is covered in bright red stretchmarks, your bellybutton looks like half of a golfball, and the kicking can be seen from the outside, you can imagine what it’ll be like at...

Nine months... you are GARGANTUINE. You’re bigger around as you are tall, with a massive, veiny belly. a dozen full-term babies constantly keep you up as they roil and kick inside of you. Your once red stretchmarks are now a mix of pink and white... and your bellybutton has actually flattened back out from the sheer pressure your body is experiencing. You can’t reach most of your tummy. and your belly is ROCK hard from all of the swelling pressure. You’re hospital-bed-bound and it takes a second hospital bed just to hold your massive belly. You’re so big that they had to take the door off of it’s hinges just to fit you through, thank god you want reach...

12 months. You’re more belly than person. 12 overdue babies all crammed inside of you has pushed your body to its limit. You’ve been laying on the same side for almost a month now, unable to roll over anymore. Your tummy alone weighs 300 lbs... just from all of the fluid, babies, and organs. Your bellybutton has all but disappeared. Your stretchmarks haven taken over your body, and you can physically see the bodies of your oversized brood in some tighter parts of your belly.

Well I did promise... 👉👈

What do you think?🫃🥺

An enormously pregnant man who is timid by nature, but inevitably draws attention wherever he goes because of his colossal bump. Not even the doctors are sure how many he's carrying at this point, they're so densely packed. While he's excited to become a father, he's also single and finds it mortifying to be out in public looking like a waddling whale - but he has no other choice, since he lives on his own.

Today, he has ventured to the mall in search of new clothes to fit his swelling frame. He used to be so slender, but now he had a bod that would make the Venus of Willendorf jealous - and it was the last thing he wanted. His clothes, the largest and loosest he could find in his closet, were dangerously stretched to the point that he feared they would tear on him if he moved the wrong way. So he moved in a stiff and awkward shuffle toward the maternity store, which only served to draw more attention to him. So many couples and families and lone strangers, all gawking at him. He tried his best to ignore it, but his mind ran amok with all the possible thoughts and feelings his gravid body was eliciting; and because of his nervous nature, most of them were concerns of judgment and humiliation. Here was a boy who obviously couldn't keep his legs shut, who was built to be a baby making machine, who didn't have the decency to cover up his shameful body…

By the time he made it to his destination, his cheeks were beet red. Of course, the looks didn't stop there, as the head of every employee and customer in that maternity store turned to see this goliath among them. Within the tight confines of the store, it was impossible to not hear the low gasps and conspiratorial whispers as he slowly entered, belly first of course. Actually browsing the store proved to be a challenge at his current size; he occupied whole lanes, and couldn't turn without the risk of knocking over the clothing racks. Compounding his embarrassment, the walk from the bus stop to here had winded him, so he was already huffing and puffing, snatching whatever breaths he could; and he knew everyone else was staring at him, no doubt wondering if he was going to pop in the middle of the store. Thankfully, there was no risk of that; he was only in his second trimester. But that reminder only made his heart sink further, when he couldn't find a single thing that could feasibly fit him. It was a struggle searching through the piles and racks, and when one of the employees dared to offer her help, he awkwardly and hastily turned her away, insisting that he was fine, he was good, he didn't need any help.

When he finally found a shirt that might fit him, he waddled to the dressing rooms in the back of the store with all the grace and speed available to him - which was to say, virtually none. Shutting the door behind him, and therefore shutting out the eyes upon him, came as a major relief… even if he barely fit within the stall. What transpired next took an embarrassingly long time: the simple act of changing shirts and maneuvering around the cramped space to see himself in the mirror. The shirt looked cute on him at least…

But then he felt a twinge in his gut. Small at first, easily dismissed as a fetal movement. But it continued, growing with intensity. A small gasp tumbled out of his lips as he backed against the wall, and saw his belly clenching and wobbling - no, growing. Oh no, oh no oh no oh no. He was going through another growth spurt. The few times this had happened before, it was thankfully in the privacy of his own home. But he was already so big, and he was in public now, and - ohhh fuck. The worst thing about these growth spurts was that they felt good. Uncomfortable, yes, a little painful even, but it was a good hurt, a hurt that turned him on. Why here, why now? He bit down on his lip to contain the sound that wanted to escape his throat.

There was a sudden knock on the door, followed by a question if he was alright; words which had never before put so much fear into him. Teeth clenched, hands splayed against the wall, belly burgeoning before his very eyes, how could he possibly respond? As it turned out, he never got the choice. Another growth spurt tore through him, stronger than any he had experienced before, and his mouth fell open in a pained groan as the skin of his belly surged outward, noisily shredding the new shirt that he had labored to put on, and thereby exposing a new web of furious stretch marks across the marble surface of his stomach, continuing until the flesh pressed against the door and the wood began to creak against the weight. There was another question, but he couldn't make out the words over the electricity in his nerves, he was losing composure…

"Fuck!" he throatily cried out, feeling as if a dam had broken - and in a way, it had. As the concerned employee opened the dressing room door, his swelling womb finally had space to expand and spilled forward a couple of inches, startling the poor woman who backed against the opposite wall in fright. She stood there for a moment, grossly fascinated by the sight, until she mustered the presence of mind to call out for help.

As others rushed to the backroom to see what was the matter, the growth spurt had finally come to a halt, and he was left panting from the effort. But as he regained his senses, he became horrifyingly aware of all the sudden attention upon him, and the fact that his heaving breasts were exposed, his nipples huge and dark and puffy--

He shrunk into himself as best he could, but that was a lot harder now...

This is so fucking perfect, I have nothing to add! I’m so turned on after reading this 😳

god i need to be massively, ridiculously pregnant rn and it’s so rude that im not

Showing you off while you're overdue with quads 😍 reminding everyone that multiples usually come early, but my partner is so good at growing babies that quadruplets are comfy inside his big sexy gut~

quads are meant to come out at 30 weeks for the safety of the birthing person and the babies. we're officially 32 weeks and going strong. the midwife said so long as we have no complications and each checkup comes back all clear these four little nuggets are being kept safe inside my womb. you may be proud of my accomplishment but i am preening like a beautiful peacock with all of the attention.

even my baggiest shirt and pants are stretched over my gigantic mound. i have to wear two belly bands just to keep the weight off my hips so i can slowly waddle around in public. i am the pinnacle of fertility. so many people now look at me in awe and slight fear that it's contagious and they'll be pregnant next. i can only hope i make a new trend in pregnancy so when we are out with the quads i see a sea of pregnant bellies

boys, why waste your time doing silly things like:

- going to school

- having a career

- stressing

- thinking

when you would feel so much better and more fulfilled doing things like:

- breeding

- growing lots and lots of babies in your womb

- rubbing your big pregnant belly

- giving birth

- feeding your babies

- holding your babies

- being a house husband

- taking fertility drugs

- getting off to how round and fertile you are

- growing your belly bigger and bigger

- planning your next pregnancies

- growing your family

- staying pregnant always

- fulfilling your true purpose ❤️

they’re in different stages of their pregnancies so it’s not a fair comparison