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Strangers assuming you're ready to pop when you're not even in your third trimester >>>

hey welcome to the pack, fresh meat. yeah so this is the werewolf den where we hang out in wolf form. we get water at the nearby creek and hunt when we can. bedding's over here and- the human? oh yeah that's the local researcher, he's our surrogate. yeah he likes getting knotted. he pretends it's all for science and the good of the ecosystem and conservation efforts but sometimes he comes by to fuck while he's already pregnant- we think he likes being pregnant too, but he'll never tell. hey, he gets the data for his research and we get a toy to play with every other month. win-win if you ask me.

underrated perk of carrying a litter of werewolf puppies is feeling all of them squirm and kick and knowing you're stuffed so full of new life. trying to guess how many there are by how many little paws you think you can feel. trying to tell them apart and figure out their personalities all while they're still inside you~

scientist partner who very thoroughly documents every aspect of your pregnancy, diligently logging dozens of pages' worth of notes and updates every day, constantly taking your measurements and weighing you and feeling your belly and asking you how you feel and logging your changes in eating and

imagine foaling and feeling it kick and squirm while it's still halfway inside you

nothing hotter than a tf pregnancy. getting knocked up with a litter of werewolf pups and starting to get harier over the course of the pregnancy, to keep you and the babies warm. getting little lumps on your abdomen that you're worried about at first until they finally pop out as teats for you to feed the pups with. the cravings for red meat, especially rare. all the while your stomach ballooning out with your rowdy little football team of wolf pups. and considering how wolves only gestate for about a month, that's how long it takes for all these changes to occur 🤤🤤🤤

Monster Preg that's undeniably unnatural. The belly is too large too soon, and it's constantly squirming and roiling and quivering, covered in veins and stretch marks and shiny from how taut it is, and gurgling ominously.

Dragons weighed down and unable to fly because they’re filled to the brim with eggs should be a larger genre of dragon fucker porn me thinks.

Imagine your fave sprawled next to you, panting and groaning, their belly massively swollen with eggs, or maybe with something else even stranger, their explanation wasn’t terribly clear. Their belly is so full and heavy that they look convincingly like they’re pregnant. You gently massage their bloated gut to the occasional sound of a whimper that you’re not sure is pain or pleasure. As you rub their belly, you can feel many small soft shapes inside, shifting and sliding around, and you suspect that the swelling isn’t quite done yet. You wonder just how big they’ll get, and what the final outcome will be.