Can't draw preg without thinking of lore

You've been cursed by a witch to swell up with slime eggs over and over with slime eggs until she feels you've suffered enough for the wrong you've done to her. Honestly, whatever you did didn't really piss her off that much, she was just falling behind in her work and you presented the perfect opportunity to help out. She tells you your pregnancy will only progress when you do certain actions. For shits and giggles, she makes sure the criteria for progressing will be different for each clutch of slime eggs you carry, but decides not to mention that. 

The first time, it's a classic every-time-you-cum situation. And oh man, are you horny as fuck the entire time. While you were quite upset at the beginning, by the time you're giving birth, you've conditioned yourself to get aroused by your condition, the sight and sensation of your belly growing after you've cum bringing you right to the edge of another orgasm. Even as the force of your orgasm pushes the first egg out of your body, you can feel their siblings still growing bigger inside of you.

The next time, you're extremely disappointed when you spend an entire day masturbating and your belly is still only a little bump. It turns out this time that your pregnancy only progresses when someone else cums inside (or even on) you. You only discover this when you become so desperate and horny that you call over a few ‘friends’ to help you out. By the time they leave you’re practically pinned down by the size of your belly, obviously with a much bigger clutch than the last one considering that you're already bigger than you were when you gave birth the first time. A few more visits like that and a trip to a kink club later, you're begging your friend to fuck you through your labor, your body torn between pain and pleasure as contractions take hold of you. 

The third time is even harder to figure out. You have a few growth spurts, but nothing crazy. In fact, your belly is still small enough to be hideable, and that disappoints you more than you thought it would. Then one day you find yourself invited to a friend's barbecue, a family friendly event so you wear a big baggy shirt. Your friends all know the situation, but you don't really feel like explaining to kids or anyone not in the know your situation. Which works out fine, at least until one of your friends' babies starts to cry. Fully wailing, as their parents bring them to a quieter, more private spot to soothe their child, but the damage has already been done. To you at least, who had suddenly grown to looking full term with a singleton. Thankfully, your friends run interference on explaining the situation to others and make sure you're nice and comfortable the rest of your time there. One of your friends even gives you a ride home, and is more than happy to, um, “watch a movie and chill” with you for the rest of the evening. To test your new theory, you put on a movie that you vaguely remember had a scene or so with a crying baby. To both of your pleasure, your theory is proven right, your friend fondling your growing belly as they fuck you over the back of your couch, telling you that someday they'll put their own babies in your womb. 

This time, it also seems to have an effect on your chest as well. Before, your chest had swollen with milk, obviously your body didn't fully get the memo you weren't carrying human offspring, so you'd found yourself with a pretty cute pair of tits. But with your third clutch, it seems like every time your belly grows, your breasts grow too. There may be some truth to what you'd heard about the sound of a baby's cry making a human suddenly start lactating, because it seems like your shirt is always soaked through after a growth spurt. It gets to the point where you buy a pump, and begin milking yourself like a cow, ear buds in your ears as you listen to a soundtrack of babies crying, and settle into a comfy spot to prepare for another massive growth session. 

Each time it's a different thing, some harder to figure out than others. Sometimes you don't figure it out at all, like when your pregnancy only progressed when your blood sugar hit a certain level or when someone with brown eyes looked a little too long at your belly. One time, it was every time you sneezed. That one was only difficult to figure out because you started growing during allergy season, and so many other things were happening that it was hard to pinpoint what it was that was causing you to constantly grow. Then allergy season ended, and you had to waddle around, your belly low and heavy, for months, not realizing you were one good sneeze away from squatting down and pushing out your clutch of slime eggs. Another time, it was when you smelled werewolf pheromones, which isn't something the human nose can pick up, so it took you a little while to figure out. It turns out, a friend of yours was secretly a werewolf, and once you figured it out they were more than happy to introduce you to a few more ‘friends’ who were especially excited to help you out. 

First he gets pinned down and stuffed by a werewolf on their evening stroll. Spread wider than he's ever been by the werewolf's thick knot, unwillingly cumming again and again as it savagely thrusts into the most sensitive parts inside of him over and over. Leaving him bloated with its cum, and unknowingly already growing its litter in their womb.

As he begins to limp home an ethereal being offers comfort and a helping hand. The kind beings cool soothing touch calming him down and making him feel safe. He's brought to the beings abode where more beautiful people surround them, their soft voices lulling him into a relaxed state, comforting him as his belly gently begins to swell, their hands roaming each newly stretched inch of skin. Soon their hands explore lower, making him feel so good, and they're taking turns entering inside of him, cooing over him and encouraging him every time he cums. They kiss his forehead and tell him he's already doing such a good job growing big and round for them. Eventually he begins to come to his senses, and insists he needs to go home. Then he stumbles out of the trees about an hour before sunrise. When he checks his phone it's 3 months later, and it's abundantly clear he's just entered the second trimester with both a litter of werewolf pups and a litter of faelings in his swollen womb.

Stumbling home, adjusting to the weight of two separate litters in his belly, he startles when he spots a creature, clearly alien in nature. He's scared for a moment, but then sees that the alien is clearly in distress, its belly almost as big and swollen as his and appears to be cramping something fierce. He winces and places a hand over his own womb in sympathy. Suddenly the alien's gaze locks onto him, and before he can even begin to run, the alien is upon him, much faster than it ought to be as weighed down as it is. The alien enters him roughly, needily, and soon to his horror he understands why, as an egg about the size of a tennis ball moves through the alien's ovipositor and forces its way into his already crowded womb. The alien makes a guttural screech that sounds like relief as they continue to pulsate inside of him, depositing its long overdue clutch inside of a clearly fertile incubator. By the time the alien is done, abandoning him now that its needs have been met, his belly is twice as big as before.

He laboriously shuffles to the nearest doctors office he can find, his back already killing him from such a sudden change in weight and balance, and he arrives as they open panting and out of breath. The doctor ushers him in straight away to their exam room, lying through their teeth when they say they'll help him. The mad scientist he was unlucky enough to find so quickly, marvels to themselves at his fertile womb, and decides he's the perfect test subject for their latest experiment. They make a big show of appearing kind and helpful, while delighting in every moan of pain and discomfort as they poke and prod at his gravid form. While checking between his legs, insisting on making sure he didn't sustain any injury, they apply a ‘soothing gel’ deep inside of him, the beginnings of their newest monstrous creation. And just for fun, before he leaves they give him a couple of ‘preventative vaccines,’ one of which makes sure that he stays hyper fertile, and the other which ensures that every new offspring added to his belly grows to catch up to be as far along as the rest. It's not long after he waddles out of the doctors office that he's whining in discomfort and dismay as his belly begins to rapidly swell again, the ‘vaccine’ kicking in, causing the ‘soothing gel’ to rapidly approach the second trimester as well.

So distracted on his way home by his already overcrowded womb, wondering with dawning horror how much bigger he's going to get, he fails to realize he's crossing under a bridge. Specifically a troll's bridge. Who, upon learning our poor soul can't find his wallet, gleefully insists on using him like a flesh light as an alternative form of payment. The troll finds it amusing that his belly has become so cumbersome that they can barely hold him in their one hand. And they laugh uproariously as he moans and sobs and cums as his sensitive belly, and frankly his now swelling chest, bounces as they harshly drag him up and down their cock. But their greatest delight is after they've flooded his insides with their cum, settling back with him still sitting on their cock, so long and thick they've burst through his cervix and can feel the first stirrings of the litters inside of him around the head of his cock. Not only can they feel their own half-troll bastard growing in the guy's womb as well, they get to watch as he futilely tries to get off their cock, begging for help that won't come as, already too heavy and exhausted to lift themself off, even before his belly began to visibly swell again, only succeeding in clumsily riding the troll's cock rather than escaping them. By the time he's manages to leave, he has two troll bastards weighing down his womb, and it's already afternoon.

Trying to take a short cut home, desperate to find safety and comfort, he runs into a rowdy gang of goblins that surround him and delight in teasing his helpless form. Slapping his belly, his cum-stained thighs, jumping up in competition to see who can slap his burgeoning tits. They jeer at every yelp of pain, every cry for help, every plea for kindness. It's easy for them to overrun him, thrusting into him, sometimes more than one at a time, cheering whenever his belly pulsates and grows, betting each other money on where the next stretch marks will be, which goblin will make him cum, whether he's going to beg them to stop or to keep going. They make sure to brand his ass with the gang's symbol as their leader cums into him and his belly swells again. The other goblins tease him by rutting against his belly, abusing his stretched out angry looking belly button, pulling his head back and sticking their fingers in his mouth. Eventually they get tired and bored, going back to their hide-out to eat a big meal and take a long nap, leaving him covered in drying goblin cum, legs shaking from overstimulation and the weight of his womb as he tries to continue his journey, now even more desperate to get home so he can rest.

By the time he manages to painfully waddle home, his landlord, a dragon, is already there waiting for him, demanding the last three months of rent. They have no sympathy for the guy's sob story, or their painfully swollen womb riddled with angry looking stretch marks. They decide to take the payment another way, and since he's decided to let other creatures use his womb for free, it only makes sense that he should use his fertile womb to pay for his late rent. The dragon mercilessly pins him on his hands and knees, ignoring his cries of pain as his already overtaxed belly is crushed into the ground, and thrusts into him right there in his front yard. Uncaring for their tenants comfort or well-being they take their pleasure and deposit three eggs in his belly, one for each late month. With a roar that shakes nearby buildings they cum inside of him, ensuring their eggs will take. They growl a warning that in the future this is how late payments will be collected, and fly off, leaving him there crying from the pain of his belly swelling yet again.

POV: you're Jiyan, Rhiannon, or Mel suddenly getting flashbacks to when you first met Brone

🟢 Childhood sweethearts, both excited when they begin to swell up once they're both 20, weeping in delight and relief when they both go into labor with each other's at the same time, just as they'd always hoped they would.

🟢 A young couple, who hit their due date and never go into labor. A scenario that would normally lead to a break-up and heartache, this young couple places bets on who's going into labor first, and spend their free time going out and getting laid, making out with each other, and caressing each other's gravid bellies, while random strangers fuck them senseless.

🟢 A pair of soulmates who have been pregnant with each other's babies so long, they've given up on meeting each other. As they get older and older, they get more pitying looks from whomever they meet, as it's clear their time is running out to find their soulmate. By the time they meet at the retirement community center, they've both given up on giving birth to their little ones. At least, until one night at a community pool party gone wild, when both their waters break in the hot tub. The community rallies around them, helping the first-timers through their labor and reminiscing about their first time giving birth with their soulmates.

🟢 Someone who never swells with child, having accepted their lack of a soulmate a long time ago, enduring the pity of those around them for being destined to be alone. One day, when they've already hit their mid-50’s/early 60’s, they realize they've got a steadily growing baby bump. At first they're elated to have a soulmate, until the horror dawns at how much younger they are. They resign themself to simply be happy to feel their soulmate's child growing and kicking within them, planning on never becoming intimate enough with someone young enough to be their soumate. About a decade later, spent contentedly round with their child, they find themselves falling for their new neighbor. In their 30’s, they're kind, caring, and also heavy with child. One night, after a neighborhood BBQ, their younger neighbor flirtily insists on waddling home with them, and by the morning they're both holding each other up, bellies pressed against each other, while they crown around each other's babies.

🟢 A sheltered person from a controlling bigoted family, who was always taught that a soulmate bond was only between two people, finds themselves swelling up so quickly after their 20th birthday that it's clear to everyone they're knocked up with multiples. Their parents disown the "shameless whore,” and they're left on their own, rapidly becoming so big it's obvious at first glance that they 1) have more than one soulmate, and 2) won't be able to walk on their own for much longer.

🟢 Polycules in various stages of pregnancy. The oldest happily swelling up with one, surprised to find themselves swelling up with another… then another. In the medium age group of the polycule, they find themselves swelling first with twins or triplets, then later on swelling again. The youngest of the polycule turns 20 to find themselves growing rapidly with quints. The others, either groaning when they realize another big baby is beginning to grow alongside the quads already squished in their womb, or if they've already connected with others in the polycule and given birth to their babies, somewhat frustrated that they've just gotten small enough to move around again only to discover another baby growing in their belly.

🟢 Someone meant to find love more than once, suspecting what might happen when they're carrying twins, and their first soulmate is only carrying a singleton. Perhaps they fall out of love and separate amicably, or perhaps their first soulmate tragically passes away. They hold their crying children at the funeral, a hand resting on their belly, not quite sure yet if they're ready to feel the hope their unborn child's kicks want to inspire. Maybe it'll be a few years while their first children are still young, maybe it'll be later once their children are grown and moved out of the house. But even through their grief, they know that someday they'll find love again.

🟢 A couple who have given birth to each other's babies, but both find themselves still full term with a singleton, struggling to take care of two rambunctious toddlers with their gravid bellies, with equally rambunctious unborn babies impatiently kicking away, slowing them down. Once a month, they try to hire a babysitter, get dressed up, and hit the town in the hopes of finding their twin-filled third.

🟢 Sex-repulsed aroace people, who have been told all their lives that only sex with their soulmate can induce birth, happy to stay big and pregnant as long as it means they don't have to have sex. Many are pleasantly surprised to find themselves rapidly going into labor after a deeply intimate conversation with one of their favorite people in the world (who is also in labor with them).

🟢 Soulmates who give birth to each other's babies, and then keep breeding like jack rabbits. They're pregnant so often, that sometimes old acquaintances and distant family members will see them and assume they still haven't found their soulmate yet, only to be startled when their attention is drawn to the small sports team of kids behind them.

🟢 Clubs that try to only hire drink-tenders (because a lot of ‘bars’ in a very pregnant world are non-alcoholic, but offer a space for people to gather, satisfy pregnancy cravings with bar snacks, and maybe find their soulmate) who have found their soulmate already/aren't pregnant, because too many times they've had their drink-tenders go into labor mid shift. Sometimes more than one drink-tender, and once a drink-tender went into labor multiple times in one night.

🟢 Clubs having medical staff on hand to help people through their labor, and it's become common to have more private, comfier, delivery rooms in the club for the newly found soulmates to continue to bond while they're in labor.

🟢 A polyamorous person, who has multiple soulmates who are not soulmates with each other, who seems to be constantly growing and giving birth, spending their early to mid- 20's full of at least triplets, at their smallest. When they meet each of their soulmates, who mostly are carrying only one to two babies, with only one soulmate carrying triplets, they look gargantuan in comparison, carrying sextuplets at their biggest.

🟢 Soulmates in a will-they, won't-they situationship, who keep skirting the edge of becoming intimate enough, physically or emotionally, to induce labor, but shying away at the last second, with their bellies hanging low on their hips. Constantly feeling practice contractions that border on the real thing, their babies heads so low on their pelvis, threatening to batter through their cervix at any moment, always on the edge of their water bursting, chest leaking milk in preparation to feed their babies. And yet, neither of them manage to realize they're soulmates (for a while at least).

🟢 Someone who's tired of comments on their flat, soulmate baby-less, belly. So they hatch a half-baked, not very thought through plan, to just go out and get knocked up. Their plan works, and they realize, too late, that everyone will be expecting to meet their soulmate after they go into labor, but they still won't have one. Their regret worsens when they discover they're expecting twins. At some point they come clean, and find everyone around them surprisingly supportive, and apologetic for making them feel so pressured they felt they needed to do that. Imagine their surprise, when they give birth to one baby, and the other one stays put, content to stay safe and snug in their womb until they find their soulmate.

🟢 A post-orgy group chat has become quite common, filled with pictures of orgy members holding one (or more) newborns, asking “okay, so whose is it?” It's not considered a very good/fun orgy if there's not a least a few people being fucked into, and through, their labor. A truly great orgy will be the cause of a local baby boom.

🟢 At a high school reunion, the former high school bully waddles over to their also pregnant former target to apologize for how they acted when they were younger. They have a deeply personal conversation about therapy and growth, only interrupted by a strong contraction and their waters breaking at the same time. As if to atone for their actions, the former bully ignores/ tries to delay their own birth in order to help their soulmate through their labor.

🟢 Someone who was pregnant with their soulmates baby for so long, they find they can't stand being empty once they've found their soulmate and given birth. Their reflection looks wrong, their body feels unbalanced, their entire sense of self is off. They demand/beg their soulmate to put another baby in them so they can feel like themselves again.

🟢 Enemies/rivals, startled and angry to find their belly dropping and contractions starting after they have a moment of realizing that maybe they have more in common than they thought. They immediately go back to fighting, which is difficult to do when their cramping bellies are sitting so very low on their hips, and their babies heads have rammed into their pelvis.

🟢 A sex worker whose appeal is that they don't want to know who their soulmate is. They host events and live streams, where they're blindfolded and the attendants are masked, and each of them take turns trying to fuck them into labor. While they have many fans, and many paying attendants, only one is the “lucky winner.” Their soulmate keeps fucking into them while they labor, giving everyone an extra show, as they remain blindfolded as they groan in pleasure and pain. Viewers are treated to the sight of them both crowning at once, the one blindfolded on their hands and knees, moaning about how they've never felt so full, baby in a full crown, driving their hips back to meet their masked soulmates cock in their ass, as they grip onto their hips for dear life and fervently thrust into them to distract from the burning pain they feel as their baby stretches them to their limit. When they take off the blindfold, they're met with the sight of their bruised hips, birthing fluids, two newborn babies crying, one with their umbilical cord leading back into them, the other's umbilical cord already cut, their soulmate already gone.

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NSFW

Themes: breeding, hyperpreg (heavily implied), royalty, dom/sub dynamics, humiliation, lactation

Imagine the King trying to look intimidating and regal on his throne, but his face keeps turning bright pink as the Royal Jester gently roasts him about how he's so fertile and fecund that his baby-filled belly and milk-clogged tits are already threatening the seams of his newly tailored royal garb. Everyone can clearly see the intricate embroidery and beadwork on the King's tunic warp as one of his large restless heirs-to-be shifts and kicks inside, the King barely able to bite back a groan as he tries to soothe the cramped life within him. The Jester is quick to comment on how there are so many royal bastards in there, that the King's hand struggles to reach the spot. Already laughing at their own joke, they challenge the King to see if he can still manage to reach his… belly button. The smug glance down to the King's lap makes some in the royal court gasp, but the King ignores the Jester's attempts to rile him up, his face simply turning a deeper shade of pink, and continues to address court business while he gingerly massages circles into the side of his overburdened womb. 

When the topic of planning festivities for future holidays comes up, the Jester makes sure to loudly warn the King against committing to any royal appearances, he already looks so painfully pregnant that they wouldn't be surprised if he spread their legs and popped out a royal baby right that very moment. The King's jaw tenses, his face burning, and the court is secretly unsure if his grunt is a frustrated answer to the Jester's taunts, or if the Jester's prediction is about to come true. A brave courtier brings up the possibility of a few public appearances before the King gives birth, only to be shot down by the Jester before the King can speak. “Can't you see he's gotten so rotund he can barely sit on his throne without losing his breath?” they argue. “Look at him, the poor King couldn't possibly handle being paraded out in front of the public with that litter of his crushing his lungs as they are,” the Jester continues. This time the King's growl of frustration is unmistakably directed at the Jester, who sits back down, an unapologetic shit-eating grin spreading across their face. 

The King's final straw breaks while discussing alliances with the numerous neighboring kingdoms at their borders, and the possibility of further solidifying those alliances through the future marriages of the King's heirs-to-be. “Why not arrange marriages with all of them,” the Jester asks. “I mean, it's clear as day the King shall have heirs to spare, just look at him!” they exclaim, clapping a hand on the King's belly, the sound of solid smack resounding throughout the royal halls. Ignoring the King's shout of protest and the sounds of offense from the court, the Jester begins to roughly shake the King's stretched globe of a belly for emphasis. “Hells, by the look of things there'll even be spares left over, I can't imagine this shall be the only litter our dear King has with such a fertile womb and hungry-”

You were so glad you finally went and tamed your own Hunter. You'd never really believed the hype that Hunters made better breeders, to be honest, filling a Monster Hunter with monster young hadn't made much sense to you. But your friend talked you into it and you made up your mind to finally take the plunge. You found a particularly chiseled and edgy specimen following you in the woods one night, and decided he'd be absolutely perfect. You plunged balls deep into him right there under the moonlight, then dragged him, cursing and swearing, back to your lair.

It took a lot of work and training to domesticate your Hunter, you definitely have a few new scars to show for it, but once his belly started to curve out with your young you knew your friend had been right. It was so much more satisfying seeing your handiwork rounding out a Hunter than it was on some normal villager or maiden sacrifice. He had become so eager to please, and so very protective of the little ones growing big and strong in his gravid womb.