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Do you fantasize about this? Does just the thought turn you on? Thinking about being swollen and heavy with a baby?

Your hips spread and now nice and wide to cradle, your ass plump and full, your breasts heaving with milk. And your belly. Your beautiful, round, heavy belly. Do you just want to lay in bed feeling my baby kick? Waiting for me to come home so you can take my big hand and place it on your sensitive belly. Waiting for me to grin ear to ear. To know how hungry I am for you as I rub your poor back and aching hips.To lean in and kiss you deeply as I rub your maternal swell. Feeling me pull you in close, hands going to your sensitive tits as I start kissing down your neck. My warm mouth finding your engorged dark nipples, thick and leaking, and taking them in. Latching on your breast and sucking even though it hurts a little with how tender and raw they are. Feeling me get rock hard against your belly and throbbing to be in you. Knowing this is the cock that made you like this. Imposed this heavy pregnancy on you. Making you huge and vulnerable. Making you feel all the extra weight as I place you in position to ride me. One hand rubbing your big stretch marked belly as the baby kicks. The other squeezing your hurting tits but feeling so good. Heaving your swollen body up and down as you struggle to grind on me. looking down past your enormous distended belly at me and seeing how much I wanted this. How badly I wanted every part of you achingly full. Feeling me drive into you with only one goal in mind :To make the mother of my baby cum and cum and cum.

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I lean against the buffet table, groaning and rubbing my belly, my eyes closed as I breathe through a contraction. I feel your hands on me, holding my belly.

“Just breathe, baby girl. You’re doing so good” I hear you say. I can’t help but smile when you kiss me, my head on your chest as the tightness lessens and the babies move freely again.

“They’re getting closer…” I groan. “It feels so heavy now”

You kneel in front of me, taking in what you did to me all those months ago. Your hands roaming my stretched skin, my tank top barely able to hold my breasts, my shorts tight on my hips. I moan when you kiss my belly button, popped out and so sensitive now.

“You’ve never looked sexier, baby” I hear you coo. “Let’s get you back to bed before your legs give out.”

I nod, letting you help me waddle slowly down the hall. I pause halfway there, leaning against the wall and groaning as another contraction grips me, my back so tight and the babies moving down.

“Breathe, princess. Good girl” I hear you in my ear, your hands roaming my tight belly as I breathe with you.

“I want to push so badly” I gasp, but you know I’m not ready to yet. These babies are big, the labor will be long and slow.

Finally we reach the bed. I sit gratefully, leaning back on my hands and feeling my belly resting on my fattened thighs. You kneel in front of me again and massage my deep stretch marks, grabbing the oil and making my belly shine.

the amount of energy their body would need to digest such a massive amount of food would put them out like a light. they'd be in it for the long haul with a ridiculously long food coma, but their tummy would be so heavy and sore and aching that they'd have to keep rubbing it while drifting in and out of consciousness...... dreaming about all that food and savoring the memory of what they ate the whole time.

especially hot if their full tummy won't stop groaning and bubbling, or if they're burping and moaning shamelessly in the whole time, too out of it to stifle their body's sounds out of politeness or do anything else.

I’ll arch my back, hand firmly placed on my lower spine, just to try and carry it but the weight of the huge belly you’ve given me will just sink farther and farther down into my hips; the oblong shape of the belly will keep pulling me forward and down. I won’t be able to waddle anywhere without letting out desperate little grunts, each step forward a monumental effort to manage the huge load you’ve given me to haul around.

My hands will restlessly shift from the top of the rounded curve to my back, as I shift my weight from side to side, and then desperately try to hold up some of the weight from the bottom of my belly. But nothing I do provides relief for long, especially as my belly hangs low on my hips the farther along I get in this pregnancy, overdue by days….so I continue to restlessly moan as I try to move anywhere.