I take a deep breath and as the air fills my lungs, I can feel something shift and the pressure increase. When I exhale, I don’t deflate. I do this again to the same result. Now, I sense that my knees are carrying most of my weight. I didn’t eat that much, right? I try to move my hips forward, get my stomach flat again, but the movement has a moan slip from my lips. My stomach is entirely firm and rounded out. The more breaths I take, the more I find myself moving the weight to my knees. I press a hand to the mattress and lift myself to my hands and knees.

Like a switch flipped, my stomach balloons out, just barely touching the mattress. I feel full, whatever is occupying my womb fitting comfortably, perfectly inside. My tits have started to ache at this point, swelling as they begin to produce milk. Nothing has ever felt better than this…

My breaths are short as it begins taking more effort to hold myself up, my stomach tender as it presses farther into the mattress. I’m forced to sit upright, knees spread apart as they make way for my middle. It’s almost like this action gave me permission to grow outwards. I have to keep adjusting my knees to comfortably fit myself. Really, all I can think about is how my body aches to be touched. I press a hand to my stomach, but it’s not enough. I move my hand to my tits and knead them, gently so the milk drips onto my fingers. It’s exquisite, but not nearly enough… Pathetically, I rock my hips into the bed. It squeaks and protests at my newfound weight. I go until I’m winded.

But fret not, the culprit has already been found just a few streets away, sitting on the ground and unable to move under the size of his newly grown stomach.

In her briliance, our lady knew that one day, someone would be unable to resist her exceptional crops, so she enchanted them! "Whoever indulges in product under this spell, shall ripen more tenfold" a poetic justice delivered by the poor victim herself.

According to our sources, at least five different fruit were found eaten by the proprietor, which is backed up by medical examination confirming several different diffferent types of plants quickly growing within his womb.

mm, i definitely feel something there. kind of feels like an egg, like, tennis ball-sized? maybe a baseball? i don't know, but it's sort of writhing. there's multiple in there, i can definitely feel them. here, feel them yourself. you feel them, right?

you think you look bigger? you want me to measure you? you're definitely getting bigger. i can feel even more this time. you're so pretty like this. so round. i'm feeling fifteen right now.. do you think you'll get bigger? i hope so.

you can feel them moving? oh, really? can I feel? mm, they really are moving a lot.. it's like they're fighting for room. lay down, i'll rub your belly. are you hungry? i mean, you're eating for.. twenty-one, now. no, i swear i'm not lying! i feel at least twenty in there! not my fault your belly's growing! it looks good on you.

god, you look like you're ready to pop. you look so good, baby. want me to rub it? i can really feel them shifting in there. it's like there's more every time, right? how long do you think until they hatch? or when you give birth? c'mon, it's okay. you're doing so well.

looks like you had a busy night, eh weiss?

It's so round, so tight, so full of our baby, and even now, the thought of being pregnant excites you. If I slide a hand under your swollen abdomen and between your legs--

Ah, there it is. So wet, so ready. You want this as much as I do.

Permapreg in the 'laying eggs for hours and being just as pregnant by the end of it' type of way.

If it's not babies of a later development stage bulging his gut out it's molasses thick breeder cum. That's churning audibly in his womb and getting him more pregnant as time passes. Fat udders spraying thick streams of man milk all over the floor when he cums over being impregnated with so many brats for like, the hundredth time.

Y'know man things! Use more men as milkable cumdumps now!!