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“Fill me” She had texted him with the photo. She had been so pleased with herself. The angle was perfect. The finger biting was sexy but cute. Her pert tits on display with just enough of her pussy on showing to entice him. She had wondered if she should have shaved before hand and decided to dismiss it. A little bit of hair was, in her mind “kind of classy”. She would send these photos to him with similar messages to drive him wild. “Breed me?” , “ Cum and claim me” , and when she sent a particularly lewd photo of herself spread wide she added “Breed me daddy.” At 24 she was having the time of her life dating a man ten years older than her. Old enough to have a few gray hairs popping up but still in good shape and able to make her legs shake in bed. She had never told any of her previous boyfriends her breeding kink but when he divulged his pregnancy fetish she thought it was a perfect match. She could finally indulge the itch that she had never been able to fully scratch before. It was everything she wanted, passing out with his seed dripping out of her, a safe way to finally play…..until she started feeling sick at random times and for no obvious reason.

Her breasts began to feel sore and she couldn’t help but notice her pants felt just a little bit tighter. After the second missed period she went to the doctor who confirmed what she had been silently dreading. Somehow her birth control had failed. Congratulations. There’s a little bun in the oven. She cried in the doctors office while her boyfriend gently comforted her. He would take care of her. He would be there every step of the way. She couldn’t help but notice how many teeth he was showing when he smiled and said “You’ll look beautiful carrying my baby.”

She soon found out it was babies. Not baby. And that there was a big difference between having a breeding kink and a pregnancy fetish

“Fill me” She had texted. 8 and a half months later she regretted those words.

She could barely breathe with the weight of her achingly full womb and tits pressing down on her as she was on her back with him fucking her for the third time that day. She was exhausted and every inch of her new ample body ached. Her once pert breasts could now could only be described as bloated, uncomfortably full from the pregnancy and breast milk. So tender she couldn’t help but wince a little as the full flesh clapped against her globe of a belly with his thrusts. It might have just be in her head but she could almost swear she could hear milk slosh around inside of her chest when she moved. Both of the babies were wide awake from all the rocking and her gravid belly was quivering with their movements. She was so tired and swore there was no way she could possibly cum while feeling this huge and uncomfortable but over and over her own body betrayed her as she felt the waves of pleasure run through her and begin to peak again. She almost wanted to beg for him to stop. It felt good but her poor sex was so swollen and tight it was now almost painful when she came. “Please - “ She tried to say as the dam broke and she felt herself contract around his iron hard cock and gush all over him. That was new and unwelcome as well. Almost every night she would fall asleep a sopping mess, too tired to lift her now fat ass up to try and clean up the mess. Just as she started to come down just enough she heard him groan and his cock twitch inside of tender walls. “Oh noooo” She began to moan as she felt him spurt one thick hot rope after another and her body reacted in kind, flooding the two of them all over again.

He lay there with his arms wrapped around her monstrous belly, trying to soothe his babies as she tried to catch her breath. Why did she ever play with fire like this?

Like you’re just existing around your partner and they bring you food and keep you busy by making you ramble about something you love. You tell them you really love this one movie and the whole time they’re giving you more snacks and greasy food and tell you to stop talking so they can actually see what’s going on in the movie.

Or small things like you complain that you’re hungry and they tell you to stay in bed while they go cook, and if you catch them in the kitchen sneaking heavy cream or massive amounts of butter they just say “I’m making a large amount so we have leftovers for the week!” and they serve it to you in a huge bowl or plate so it looks like a small serving.

They also take you to restaurants that are cheap but have large portions and tell you that they loved going to this place all of the time before they met you and tell you to order something huge since it’s “their signature meal” and “you have to try it!” But they know it’s all empty fatty carbs that’ll show up right in your gut.

I want to know exactly how you smell and taste when you’re gravid and heavy.

Leading up to me just holding your massive baby bump as I thrust in slow but deep. Listening to you moan and whimper as your tits weep milk and your swollen sex swallows me whole.

Being a knight in a medieval castle ruled by a queen with with only one daughter. As a result, the princess is pretty spoiled, always receiving gifts from princes, eating fancy banquets nightly and generally living in medieval luxury.

I don't think much of her, thinking she's a brat, until I'm assigned to be her personal protector. It's what I expected at first, she's demanding and bossy. But soon I start to learn her secrets. For one she's not interested in any of the princes trying to court her, on account of her liking girls. I see her looking at me all the time, longingly, even making a point of coming down to watch me train which she never did before. But then I find out what she dose when the queens away...

She calls me into her quarters, red faced. She says she can't close her corset and needs my help. I see her newly forming belly hanging from the bottom of the half tied corset. I smile, gently pushing her gut up into the garment and pull it in tying the corset, hearing her sharp intake of breath. She thanks me but I can tell she looks uncomfortable.

"Getting a little small isn't it, Princess?" I mutter as she gasps.

"How dare you! You oaf, you won't speak to me like that!" She screams.

I ignore her. "Only natural, given how much you've been feasting lately. I've been bringing extra deserts up to you room every night this week."

"You're calling me fat?" She asked offended.

"Yes." I reply. She gasps again going to berate me. "But you could be fatter. You're a princess for gods sake. Start eating like one..."

She frowns huffing. "Why don't you make me."

Day off tomorrow, might have to spend it writing medieval fat yuri 🥴

You talk about all your hyperfixations while I listen-

..and make dinner.

Viktor Lyapkalo Artwork: 'Blowing bubbles' & 'Evening' Painted 9 years apart.

“How many do you think is too many?” Is a too dangerous question to ask a greedy man like Satoru Gojo.

He’d keep you knocked up for as long as you’d allow it, and if you do allow it— for years to come, one after another. I just know he wants a huuuuge family, so many babies, as many as you’ll give him.

Gets to a point where your second daughter who’s no older than two gets confused when you’re not pregnant for once.

She clambers up the couch onto your lap, her tiny hands pawing at your stomach. And then she lifts the hem of your shirt, ducking her small head under, and then out, and then under again. A childlike concern furrows her wispy brows as she looks to you. “Mama, your tummy gone!”

Her innocent fretting warrants a surprised huff of laughter from you, but from across the living room, it cues a scheming, wickedly thrilled look from your husband.

He himself trudges over, lifting his legs high with every step as two of your other children clung to each of his calves like koalas to a tree trunk, squealing joyfully as he hauled them along.

There’s a genuinely bright grin as he lifts your daughter from your lap, the little girl beaming and giggling when he blew raspberries into her cheek.

“D’aww don’t look so frowny, cupcake,” He cooed as he lifted her overhead, sitting the now smiley girl atop his shoulders. All three of your littles were now tugging at some part of him with cheery expressions, whether it be his pants, shirt, or hair as he affirmed, “Mama’s tummy’ll come back.”

Satoru’s eyes shift to you now with a devious and knowing glint, loaded with implications that only you and him are privy to as he slyly adds, “won’t it, Mama?”