Trying to get this set up.

I’ve been feeling shitty about my art lately so while I originally had a longer comic, for now, pls accept this very brief moment of Ilya wanting to pounce on his man instead of going to a boring party 🫱🏼‍🫲🏻

The implications that someone is built for the purpose of breeding over and over, their belly swelling back to back. They never stay empty, making babies like it's their job.

And factories are good at building. They're good at carrying that bump around, waddling with those widened hips of theirs. They've got milk coming in gallons for fueling those babies they're crafting in their womb. They can handle the kicks and rolls, Braxton Hicks and cramps, aches and pains. They live for this.

Then the moment comes they spread their legs and show their handiwork, pushing out the labor of their passion. They spent months on this project and they'll deliver. After several pregnancies, babies just come out more easily, efficiently. Like a good baby factory.

The cycle continues. They're in double time with twins next time around. Twice the work and twice the satisfaction.

Oops i got huge🤭

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By Her for him

I used to think I’d grown used to this feeling—the soft heaviness of early pregnancy, the way my body warmed and stretched in quiet, miraculous surrender. But at fifteen weeks, I knew this wasn’t the same.

Not that I was new to it. We’d had children. Many. My belly had been rounded and full so many times, I could read its signals better than any scan. And this… this was more.

It wasn’t just fullness. It was pressure. Pulse. A stirring that came not from just one small presence, or two, but more. I could feel them.

I lay on my side in the bedroom, hands resting on the gentle slope of my abdomen. He walked in from the shower, towel slung low, his eyes catching mine with that same mischievous heat he always had. Father of my children. Keeper of my body. Holder of one delicious, maddening secret.

“You know how many,” I said softly, tracing lazy circles over my skin. “I can feel them in there. Squirming. Multiples again.”

He grinned, walking slowly to the edge of the bed, every inch of him dripping with restrained desire. “I do know.”

I arched a brow. “And you’re still not going to tell me.”

He knelt by the bed, palms sliding under my shirt, lifting it to expose my belly. His hands were warm, rough with work, tender with knowing. “You didn’t want to know the sex last time. Let me keep this one.”

“You’re evil,” I breathed, half-laughing, half aching.

“I’m patient.” He kissed low, right where the skin began to stretch. “And you’re irresistible when you’re this full.”

He pressed his cheek to my belly. “They’re crowding each other already,” he murmured. “Just like last time.”

“More than last time?” I asked, tilting my hips toward him, heart pounding.

“Could be,” he said, his lips sliding lower, his breath hot on my skin. “Could be less. You’ll just have to wait…”

I gasped as his mouth moved with intent, teasing the soft skin at the top of my thigh. He knew exactly how to touch me—how different my body became in pregnancy. Sensitive. Needy. My nipples ached. My core pulsed. The whole of me felt like a vessel on the edge of overflowing.

“I’m already stretched,” I whispered, breath hitching. “You’re going to ruin me.”

“You’re made for this,” he growled, shifting up, his body hovering over mine. “You always take everything I give you. And you still want more.”

I moaned as he entered me, slow and deep. Every thrust was deliberate, filling, possessive. His hands gripped my hips as if he needed to anchor himself to me, to this growing curve that held his newest secrets.

Each movement pushed me higher, the tension rising fast. I could feel the tightness of my belly between us, the undeniable presence of life swelling inside.

“How many?” I gasped, clenching around him.

He stilled inside me, leaned down, and kissed my throat. “More than you think.”

Oh I drew some mpreg for the first time in forever btw

Did this a bit ago to try to get back into more sequential stuff with my k/nk art, and boy howdy am I happy with the results on this one.

This is honestly more shitposty than horny - but something about this lone tag on this post gave me the mental image and I couldn’t get it out of my head… so I had to draw it!

Getting that experience for what is probably their first pregnancy is wild enough. Their belly swells, all the hormones are rampant, their life changes in the most spectacular ways. After having the baby, they're set on taking care of them and watching them grow up.

Then their tummy starts to poke out in a familiar way months later. Since their skin has stretched out from before, it's a lot more obvious they're pregnant. In fact, when they're full term, they're even bigger before they pop their second born out. That's when they swear they're done.

That doesn't last long, as by next year, they're waddling again. They're even bigger, carrying a baby on their hip and chasing a toddler. It's twins this time, so there's twice the amount of kicks and cravings. They even got stretch marks for the first time! Four is enough in their mind.

Then that familiar sensation of life filling them up hits once again...

I honestly enjoy a corruptive transformation. Not knowing what’s going on but feeling something is off. Turns into acceptance and arousal.

the only way i can really describe it is "contagious weight gain". nobody really labels it as that so it's impossible to find on purpose. i love it so much but it's just so rare... idk why i like contagious stuff so much, i love contagious transformation too. am i a freak?

like, not friends to lovers at all. genuinely, purely platonic, zero romance, with a surprise blast of sexuality.

they were both kinda attracted to each other right from the beginning, but the friendship element was so much stronger and they didn’t want to ruin it… until one night, one of them gets drunk and the other gets crossfaded and they fool around a bit. and by “a bit,” i mean one floods the other’s womb with their cum again and again and again.

they don’t really acknowledge it over the next few weeks, an awkward secret. then… one of them gets hit with morning sickness, and a subtly bloated tummy that’s getting less subtle by the day.

so, they try out “dating.” it lasts about six hours and is cringey as hell. they’re just not romantically compatible, but they still end up making each other laugh about it.