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And then we found ourselves in quarantine together. I was a wreck- my arts job that I’d thrown myself into was suddenly gone, at least for the foreseeable future. I quickly started searching for something, and lucked out and found a boring office job that would let me work from home. You knew that I was unhappy, and with my career forced to a screeching halt, you saw your opportunity.

“What if we didn’t have to role play getting you pregnant?” You asked me one night, as I lay beneath you, naked and already moaning in pleasure. “You don’t have to worry about about your career now, at least for a while...now would be the perfect time for me to put a baby in you,” you whisper in my ear. “Please.... I want you to knock me up,” I whisper back. And then before I know it, you’re thrusting your strap into me. As I’m coming down from my orgasm I’m surprised to feel something leak onto my leg when you remove the strap. I give you a look of shock, and placing your hand on my belly you smile wickedly and tell me you can’t wait to see me swollen with your baby.

I brush off what you did, telling myself there’s no way whatever you put inside me could have knocked me up, and that even if it could have it likely wouldn’t have since I’m always so diligent about my birth control. Then my breasts start aching. Truthfully, I try to ignore it for a few weeks even though, deep down, I know that somehow you got me pregnant. I’ve always hidden how much I’ve wanted it, and finally allowing it to happen almost feels wrong. Soon after, I miss my time of the month. I’m still somewhat conflicted, despite the fact that I’ve already found myself staring at the mirror, completely naked imagining how big I’ll get. You’re there the first time I have a bout of morning sickness, and that evening you show up knowingly with a pregnancy test. I take it, even though we both already know what the result will be.

A few weeks later we’re getting ready to go to my first appointment. I’ve been nervous, because there’s already a slight swell to my belly- not enough that anyone else has noticed, especially when it’s covered by a shirt. But it’s enough to remind me that I’m most definitely pregnant. You can tell I’m nervous, I haven’t been able to stop anxiously bouncing my leg in the waiting room. Thankfully, you’re able to come back with me. Despite the changes to my body (my breasts have already been aching), the fact that I’m pregnant hasn’t felt real. It finally really hits me when I lay back on the exam table and pull my shirt up over my belly. “Are you sure you’re only about seven weeks?” the doctor asks as she squirts the cold gel on my tiny bump. I sheepishly nod as she places the ultrasound wand to my belly. I see her eyes narrow as she looks at the screen and I shoot you a look. “Is everything okay?” You ask the doctor. “Yes, congratulations are in order, you’re having multiples!” I feel my heart stop, I’m simultaneously elated and terrified. The doctor is focused on the screen again, the wand probing my belly. “Multiples? How many?” I ask. “Triplets,” the doctor answers pointing at the screen.

As soon as we walk in the front door you shove me up against the wall with a kiss. “You’re going to be so beautiful huge with my triplets,” you tell me “I’d hoped for twins, but messing with your birth control worked better than I imagined.” I shiver, I’d suspected that you had probably replaced my birth control with something else. Hearing it confirmed, knowing how deliberately you knocked me up really turns me on. You begin kissing down my neck, and I gasp as you squeeze one of my breasts. “How are we going to tell everyone?” I breathily ask. You pull my shirt up and place a hand on my belly. “I want you all to myself,” you say as you begin rubbing the small swell. “We’re not going to tell anyone until these babies come out of you...” “h-how would we get away with it?” I ask. You smile wickedly, “babe that’s going to be so easy with everything going on...”

By the time I’m about 9 weeks I undeniably have a bump. So far your plan has gone incredibly smoothly- it’s easy to hide my swelling midsection when people only see shoulders and above over a video call. When I do venture out in public, you make sure I wear a loose shirt- I’m still small enough that no one is likely to ask if I’m pregnant for fear of being rude. You typically run the errands, and today is no different. I’m relaxing on the couch, listening one of my favorite records, waiting on you to get home. I find myself rubbing my bump, I’m already so happy with what you’ve done to me. I’ve already been forced into leggings, none of my pants will button. I’m not wearing a bra, my boobs have started to overflow the cups. They’re still so sensitive, and my nipples have changed. They’ve started getting darker, and just about anything makes them erect. Right now they’re poking through the thin fabric of my top. “Hey babe,” I call out as I hear you come in the front door. You come into the room carrying a bag. “I don’t think you should get to have all the fun,” you say pulling something out of the bag. It’s a strap on- looking closer, I think it’s the one you used to knock me up. “Is that what I think it is?” I ask. You nod, pulling my shirt up over my bump. You begin placing soft kisses over the swell and I shiver. “I want this too,” you tell me. I smile wickedly at you, and a few minutes later you’re bent over the couch, my bump resting against the top of your ass as I get ready to put a baby in you.

I knew with triplets I’d get huge, but at 25 weeks I look ready to pop. I feel so full and wonderful despite the discomforts- it’s already gotten hard to find a comfortable sleeping position. You’ve just started showing. I successfully knocked you up, but the doctor has already confirmed it’s just one. Even with us both pregnant, you’re still waiting on me hand and foot. I have a video meeting for work today, and I know you’ll want to watch. You like to set up the camera for me, and you like to make sure that no one sees our not so little secret. It’s been hard, I’ve been bursting the share what’s happened with the world, but anytime I hear you say I’m all yours I melt. I want to tease you with my outfit today, so I pull out some of my pre-pregnancy clothes. Even though the pants are stretchy they won’t fit over my bump. The shirt barely covers my already popped belly button. You’re always so meticulous about setting up the camera so that only my head and shoulders are seen, so I decide to forego a bra. This will do nicely, I think. I waddle into the kitchen where you set up the computer. “Is that really what you’re wearing?” You ask, crossing to me. I nod, you grab my breasts and I can feel my nipples harden at your touch. “Perfect,” you say as you pull out the chair for me. Sitting down I can feel the babies start kicking. I hope they calm down, it can be so distracting and it makes it hard to keep a straight face. I test the camera, and sure enough all that can be seen is shoulders and up. The call starts, and unfortunately the babies are still kicking. You can see me rubbing my belly trying not to make a face and give myself away. You love knowing that no one can tell what a fertility goddess you’ve made me. Bursting out of my clothes, my swollen tits resting on top of my bump. You know I’m just going to get bigger, but you still won’t let me tell anyone- not until they’re out of me. Maybe the next time you knock me up it won’t be a secret.

Just read all of Houkago Saitensei and Bea is the character ever

oyoyo... hawawa...

That’s a biiig belly ⭐️

Emergency Sketch Comms 💜

Tax season hitting me hard this year-

Looking to recover a little with 20 slots for Sketches.

Barely half way in you're already panting as you feel yourself so close to cumming. Each thrust makes the brood squirm, the only sound you're able to make is moans of pleasure. Before you know it the feeling of hot thick cum floods your cramped womb taking hold adding another to your brood. Waiting without pulling out I feel you twitching and clenching around me, slowly hardening again.

The return of the hard cock in your already bred pussy sends shudders of ecstasy through you. Fighting to keep holding of your mind as I fuck you again, promising to put yet another baby into. You know I always keep my promises too, sure enough you feel your skin tighten as the second grows inside you. Desperate to make room amongst the others.

Leaving you there panting I look at the mount, I'm going to have to put this up higher after today. Your belly is almost touching the ground, oh and those straps need to be loosened too, they're digging into your poor stretched belly. You'll have to hang on a little bit longer though, I have a surprise for you.

The door opens and several pregnant women waddle in, most of them clearly carrying multiples. These women are so grateful for taking on their pregnancies for them, they're getting to be too much for them to handle. Now let's get you ready, wheeling over a traditional birthing table the first climbs up and gets into position. Now both of you take a deep breath, I place a device between you that links your wombs.

Now if you don't mind giving me a good push, the first baby exits and makes its way down the tube to you. A slight pause as it pushes to keep the baby moving into your womb. You stretch open to take it in, panting and before you can catch your breath the second of the triplets arrives. After she finishes the second takes her place and the whole process starts over again.

After hours of pushing, moans and some screaming you finally take in the last baby. Covered in sweat and exhausted I can only admire you now. You did so well, look at you, you're so big now. Your belly is even fully resting on the floor, I think you may have even broke one of the straps. I'm so proud of you. Now let's get you out of this and back to bed, you're going to need your rest after taking in all those extra babies. I think we added another 23 today in total, oh look at you, belly stretched to its limit. For now at least.

Once you lay down and roll over to your side, letting the bed take the immense weight off you. You fight exhaustion, you can sleep now you need it. I'll lotion your belly don't worry, as you pass out I spend the next 25 minutes rubbing lotion into your belly to ease the taunt skin. Afterwards, you're going to need some help when these are due at the end of the week. Better start phase 2, I give you a hormonal injection into your tits. A mixture that immediately starts lactation and growth, as your tits swell in your sleep you toss in discomfort. Veins popping up as your skin stretches to allow for more growth, little droplets of milk start to form on your nipples.

Now now we can't have any waste, I place clamps on your nipples. You need to keep all that inside, now I'll leave you to rest, sweet dreams and keep growing. Maybe tomorrow will add even more to you, now to reinforce your bedding mount.

We only had sex for the first time two weeks ago but you already swear you feel swollen. We call the clinic but they say to come in for a routine appointment at ten weeks.

We continue to fuck every night, sometimes three or four times. You're ravenous now, begging for relief. Sometimes, I see you just masturbating while watching TV or playing video games, the small swell of your belly hanging over your panties.

Every morning, we wake to your belly feeling tighter, rounder, larger. We just have to trust the doctors, I suppose.

You outgrow your shirts by the time the appointment comes. We went shopping and you look nearly seven months pregnant, your belly round and your hips tilted as the nurse asks, in disbelief, for your last period date. It's only been 12 weeks.

The ultrasound wand against your straining belly reveals the truth. Your body has been producing eggs constantly. Every time we made love, we fertilized the eggs in your womb. Then more and more eggs. Your wimb is packed full of fertilized eggs and zygotes and babies and they're all growing as more eggs are released into a pool of leftover semen from last night, ready to attach and divide and grow.

You are impossibly pregnant. And as you look at the scan you know the number is only growing.

i think it would be sooo fun to fuck a guy that works at a fertility clinic. telling him i would love to be pregnant and i would love to be as big as possible and oh no! he has the means to accomplish that.

it's only when he fucks me good and full after pumping me full of fertility drugs, that he tells me about the underground operation they have at the clinic. the experimental drugs, the litters being produced.

i'm showing within a week. with the drugs, i got super horny, pleading to be filled more than once a day and i can't tell when my bump becomes all baby instead of bloated with cum.

Preggo #111

You were quite different from most women. Most women got pregnant and remained pregnant until it was time to give birth. Having sex during their pregnancy didn’t change that one bit.

But not you. It was a condition you hadn’t even known you had, or was even medically possible. But it was your reality. Even though you were already pregnant, every time you had sex, the cum entering your body managed to produce another child in your womb.

It had frightened you deeply the first time it happened. You and your husband had been trying to start a family for a while, and you had finally managed to get pregnant. You had terrible morning sickness for weeks and when your health began to at last improve, the two of you slept together again. Your husband didn’t bother to use a condom. After all, why bother, when you were already pregnant?