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Forever gravid Mother Sea for mother's day🌊

Then they realize it doesn’t end at nine months.

The full term baby inside continues to grow undeterred at human pace. The baby just won’t come out until their body deems it time, regardless of how big it gets.

I’m about to school you fools.

Do you want your fat girl to grow? Then you must make her comfortable. If she’s comfortable/ feels good wearing something, you make it happen. Oh that doesn’t come in her size, but she’s super adamant she needs/wants it? Time to go to the tailor. She wants to take a bath but the tubs not big enough? Time to save up and upgrade. She wants to go out to eat but most booths aren’t accommodating? Time for you to go out and find somewhere that works. Oh she keeps breaking every bed frame? Time to get one specially made.

Enough for people to cock their heads and start to wonder if her belly looks... different? Her tummy folds are starting to stretch at the center of her midsection. She looks a little more uncomfortable moving around, and-wait, is she waddling?

they start by stroking and gently kneading your breasts, before lifting your shirt. they duck their head, latching onto one nipple gently and beginning to suckle, using their hand to tug at and milk the other breast.

I raise you this, Harper stuck carrying a massive egg after 'Loosing' a fight with the local dragon.

- You haven't even started fucking me yet, but Im just so ripe and ready to pop thay just a single touch to my sopping wet cunt or a hard slap against my fat ass and my waters are gushing out of me

-We're still in foreplay mode, you haven't even put it in yet, just made me cum on your tongue, and that was enough to have my waters splashing all over your face

- I've only just gotten all of you inside me, the weight of my gravid womb forcing me all the way down to the hilt. Neither of us have begun moving yet, and I feel a rush and release of the pressure in my belly that's been building up for hours.

- You've orgasmed inside me, with my legs locked around your waist, and my waters come flooding out with your cum.

-It takes a bit longer than either of us expected, considering I've looked seconds away from labor for days now, but after a few times of making me cum so hard I see stars, I feel an even sweeter release and the head of our child moves even lower in my belly.

-We've been at it for practically days now, contractions and orgasms repeatedly rocking through my body, yet my waters refuse to break no matter how desperately you've fucked into the base of my cervix. By the time it happens, I'm so delirious and cum-drunk, I don't even realize until our child is crowning at my cunt.

Oh anon, you’re going to make my belly sooo big. That’s a trimesters worth of growth every month and then 9 whole months to enjoy my deliciously massive, taut, undulating, quad filled belly.

Every day during those 3 months I’m going to feel (and look) noticeably bigger. My belly poking out from my clothes that fit a week ago, heck maybe even from when I got dressed that morning. My protruding belly constantly bumping in to things and knocking things over because it’s growing so fast and unwieldy. My gait quickly turning in to a slow waddle as the four in my womb grow. My hips spreading and gaining motherly weight to accommodate such a hefty pregnancy, adding to just how much more space my growing body takes up. My already soft and thick thighs growing wider to keep up and support my swollen body. And my udders? They’re already so large. They’re going to spill out of any ill fitted top I manage to squeeze over my constantly expanding, soft, maternal flesh. My nipples and areolas growing dark and thick, constantly leaking as they sit atop my turgid baby bump. The term “bump” won’t be able to do my belly justice. It’s growing in to an unruly mountain that dominates my frame.

Once I’ve reached the apex of growth I get to stay this way for 9 long months. Absolutely mammoth in size. I’ll be my peak size during the majority of the year. We’ll both get to enjoy my swollen form throughout sundress season, waddling in tiny, ill fitted bikinis as I try to cool my furnace of a body in the summer, and squeezing myself in to every Halloween costume I can get my hands on.

this is from a month ago and i’m so sorry cherry anon because i never saw the notification???

but YES i loooove that so much. maybe it was a happy accident, they didn’t plan to breed their human partner but yknow things happen. when they find out the human is all for carrying their monstrous partner’s baby until the monster starts to actually EXPLAIN all the changes thats going to happen to the human’s body in order to carry their BABIES. the human is still all for it and at first is a little overwhelmed by how hungry and fat they’re getting and oh god their so so turned on

Now imagine this in a HyperPreg scenario. You’re pregnant with very large, very active septuplets. At about the six month mark you start feeling the fullness and pressure in your canal, the weight of all the huge babies you’re carrying is pushing down on your pelvic floor so that it feels like there’s a head right there. You’re already waddling for balance, but now you have to spread your legs even farther so that you don’t feel like you’re about to start actively crowning.

The months go on. You get bigger, the babies explode in size, they sink lower and lower until on top of everything else you have the constant feeling of being on the verge of birthing. It’s like if you gave one big push they’d start tumbling out of you.

And when they move, you feel it. All that squirming pressure against your G spot, your canal shortened and narrowed until you could barely fit a knuckle inside without hitting your cervix (not that you can reach). You’ve been on bedrest for months, thighs permanently splayed open, your massive belly roiling with kicks, and now you’re being assaulted by unpredictable, uncontrollable orgasms from the stimulation to your sex.

“This is what I was looking forward too” I remind myself when I feel self conscious that you have to get up and help pull me up because I struggle to get up by myself now. I try to talk myself out of my embarrassment with being so big I need you to pull me up. I love you pulling me up don’t get me wrong. I feel desired each time. You’re always happy to do it. You told me you like the feeling or being needed. I just have to work through my self consciousness.

“I love that you are feeling how big I am today” I swoon as we’re cuddled together with your hand on my belly. We’re laying in bed and after tossing and turning (slowly, all my movements must be slow, intentional and calculated now) I finally found something comfy. I’m turned on by you gently rubbing my belly in circles. I obsess when your hand is between my belly button and groin. The bottom of my belly continues to round out by the day. I keep focusing on it, hoping it d doesn’t weird you out. But I also guide your hand up to my chest- My not so subtle way of telling you to have your way with me.

“This is what I wanted” I think to myself as I stare at myself in the mirror. I can’t button my pants. My belly juts out over the open V of my zipper. Sucking it in isn’t enough anymore. No matter how much I suck it in, my belly continues to protrude bigger than my pants will allow it. My tshirt is so tight on the top half of my body I wonder if I should just show off my belly entirely. When do I give up on shirts?

“I begged you to finish inside me” i remind myself as I gently rub my belly to calm down the little one inside who won’t stop kicking. Kicking inside, kicking outside, making weird shapes and causing my to suddenly gasp for air.

“You wanted this” I say to my naked reflection in the mirror. Almost unrecognizable. I stare head on and look at the shape of my stomach and how big my breasts have grown. I turn to the side and look at how low im hanging now. Taking note of how much i have to lean back in order to be able to stand. I have a long belly. It just pulls straight down. My reflection in the mirror feels unfamiliar to me. Yet, I can verify how huge the woman in the mirror is, I’m struggling to breath. I have back pain from the weight. My belly is lopsided. I can see the kicks now. I spill out of my bras.

“How are you feeling? Are we going to do this again?” You ask me occasionally in my ear when it’s just the two of us.