Did someone say bellies?

that is the whole purpose~

i like to imagine myself being a good angel, not ever having sinned and being pure of lights. though the moment my eyes fall upon you something in me shifts. you are all my mind thinks about and i can't stop thinking about your young growing within me. it's blasphemy! i shouldn't feel such ways about demon kind, they are all bad.

except you. you show me that demons are not what the angels claim them to be. you want nothing more than to show me, enticing me with you sweet words and melodious voice that ruffles my feathers in a way i have never felt. i constantly crave your attention. my flock has noticed my impurities, how my thoughts are clouded with the most unholy things. they cast me out not long after finding out about our secret rendezvous and i am without a family.

my feathers are blackened now with no hint of white purity bit you still take me in. i am fallen but i am more love by the demons and other fallen angels. i can finally carry your spawn without the taint of my flock's unkind words. i question you about it and the smile that you give me is proud and excited to watch me swell with your children. the ritual doesn't take long to prepare—the tattoo is uncomfortable for only a moment but it doesn't stifle the excitement of carrying children.

Thanks for the Don love! I had a lot of fun with this one >:) Poor guy just wants the bus to get there so he can go for his check-up.

So fun fact, the second experiment Don agrees to allows The Lab to implant a way for his artificial womb to ‘expel’ the baby, to test if it’s plausible for biological males to birth naturally with some *ahem* modifications. So they implant him with the fetus, but…after a few weeks, they notice abnormal growth. Turns out they accidentally implanted him with quadruplets!

Well, they’re not ones to let a ‘little blip’ like that stop them, so they upped his money offer significantly, and he’s now even more of a mega-dad than he was before!

When she pulls you aside to complain about how overly tight her belly has become, how stretched and strained it is.... and how she doesn't think she can get any bigger.

I want to rub circles around and massage the adorable bulge you would make in my abdomen, to feel every wiggle, hear every muffled word that echoes from my pudgy, grumbling belly. I want you to feel how grateful I am to have tasted you, to know you’ll be mine, to keep you on my body..

More than anything, I want to absorb every inch of your body into my own, to feel you sloshing and squishing around as I tenderly rub my noisy belly. I want digest every last part of you, to keep all of you to myself. I want to massage and caress my gut as it happily churns you away, taking its time savoring you and absorbing you onto my body. I want to feel the excess air burping out of me so the only thing left in my belly is you..

aw you poor thing! i would be happy to help you relieve all that pressure!!! if you really are pent up then i wonder just how big i'll get after you're finished breeding me. i'm curious that if you keep going and going until you're spent if i'll look pregnant.

AHHH poor thing, the desk creaks loudly and all the objects on the desk shake as he exhaustedly drops his heavy belly on the flat surface with a hearty thud... the other heavily pregnant boys in the waiting room coo with sympathy when they first see him, but when he says how far along he is they all gasp... he's just as big and swollen as most of them, if not bigger, and they're all at least seven months along...

The part of you that’s still You is completely horrified, but no longer in control as you feel your body gulp and shove your lovers body further down your throat, their shoulders too big to make things easy. You twist your head, turn their body, trying to find a good angle, and feel a painful stretch as your arms push. A loud, tight swallow, and then another. You half hope the shoulders won’t fit, but you can see how determined your werewolf brain is.

With one final twist, the shoulders slip into your throat now as you offer a guttural groan of discomfort. Now that the hardest part is done. the werewolf’s hunger intensifies and you begin to snarl and drool and takes big lunging swallows in order to get your meal down faster. Soon you can feel your lover’s head ballooning out your stomach, as if you’d swallowed a bowling ball. But they keep coming, quicker now, and it hurts. Your stomach feels like it’s going to burst and your significant other begins thrashing inside you, hands pushing as far out as they can. You would cry and retch if you have any control. Everything about this is so, so wrong. But your body keeps on swallowing.

Soon all that’s left is their feet in your throat. It seems your stomach refuses to stretch any further at the moment. No matter, it’ll make room in time.

So painfully full now, you wander the forest, hunched over your belly as it hangs heavy, the movement and trashing inside making your walk slow and clumsy.

Eventually you come across a cabin. Deserted, it seems. It takes little effort to break open the front door. Your body is completely exhausted from the transformation and from the very large dinner it’s starting to work on. The only thing your werewolf brain wants is a quiet, dark place to sleep and digest.

There, a couch. Perfect to spend the next few days enjoying your bloated stomach on.

You wake up the next morning, with the full moon no longer up and your body human again, with the light of your life stretching out your belly. Your stomach looks even fuller now that you’re no longer in your werewolf form, and you find that you’re trapped under the weight of them on top of you.

being the breedable partner of a polycule is a hard job! they all just can't stop going on about how they can't wait to see me full of their babies before they even try breeding me. even as they're doing it one after the other they go into detail about how perfect my body would be when i'm pregnant.

it's a big surprise when we all pile into the room for the ultrasound and there are multiple little beans on the screen. three babies for my three partners—it seems surreal to see them on the screen and thinking about the possibility that our first pregnancy resulted in one baby for each of my partners. they're all looking at the screen with teary eyes, blubbering about those little squishes being on the screen being their babies and getting so absolutely excited about getting to meet them in the next couple of months.