@pickledpet :

“I hope you're getting worked up, this would be unimaginably hot...😵‍💫

I'd feel so guilty cause I'd want to help you give birth but I wouldn't be able to stop myself from constantly complimenting your huge belly and I could only tear my eyes away from your labouring cunt to stare at your shirt that has become see-through due to your breasts leaking so much.

I'd keep finding excuses to stroke your belly, touch your nipples and "help you stretch" around the baby's head. I would hardly be able to keep my composure watching you like that, my cunt would be so fucking wet...💕💕😖

I'd secretly hope you have another baby tucked in the back of your distended womb, waiting to dip down your cervix and fill your birthcanal. 😵‍💫”

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Ughhhhhh absolutely please 😩

And I can just imagine, as you lift the newborn out from out between my legs, forcing me to start to finally process the meaning of the events that had just transpired I let out a wail as I am wracked with another large and agonizing contraction, the sensation of something opening me from the inside once again causing me to scream that there’s something else inside me, the thought of twins far from my mind.

You cradle my first born in one arm and press your hand of your other against my opening as it flutters between the final contractions before the head begins to press against me from the inside. You tell me I could be having twins and to give a nice big push like I had before. I bear down, refusing to believe your words.

(Stopppp, you’ve got me so wet so fast, holy shit 🥴)

Not even a few days after it takes and I’m bred my hands are mindlessly at my belly, rubbing and feeling at it under and on top of clothing, no matter where I am or where I go. Even in the early stages it’d be so obvious to the trained eye that I’m pregnant, with it becoming more and more obvious each day to everyone besides myself.

I’d write morning sickness off as a stomach bug, the tenderness in my flat chest as random soreness. The growing tight heat of my lower belly would just be remnants of said stomach bug and me just gaining a few pounds— I kept meaning to cut down on the sweets. There was no way I’d be pregnant from a single one off fling so there’s nothing to worry about.

Everyone around me knows, everywhere I go it’s obvious, especially as I grow bigger, hell, even my tits, formerly flat from surgery, are budding alongside my belly. It’s rare to see me with my hand off my bump, the action purely instinctual, though I still pay no mind to the “beer gut” I am gaining, even if I’m starting to outgrow my clothes entirely.

Even as the baby starts to kick, I write it off as muscle spasms, though deep down at this point I know. I know I’m knocked up and am well on my way to pushing my unplanned child out of my puffy, pregnant cunt.

This doesn’t stop me from trying to continue to deny it though. I refuse to change from my usual, wear anything different or anything that could help, leaving my swelling belly to be bare where my shirts can no longer cover it, my newly milk-filled tits to leak, and my pants to no longer button thanks to my widening hips.

The squeezing contractions of early labor still don’t pull me from this deliberate denial, only resulting in me rubbing at my belly even more, same as I had in the beginning. Not even my water breaking and the subsequent pressure deep in my pelvis is enough to sway me from my refusal to acknowledge how I was now. It’s only when my swollen cunt begins to open and crown around the surprise child that had been growing within me for months that I finally acknowledge that I’m pregnant and I’m going to have to PUSH

I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what is happening, considering how insatiable I have been. Im near constantly wet over this insane need for my cunt and womb to be filled up.

Fuck, my tdick is so hard and sensitive just thinking about it.

Please, I need to be fucked and filled with cum, so much so that I’m sure I’m pregnant by the end of it. I need to be railed by a cock that’s going to stretch me from the inside, just like the baby it puts in me will stretch me out 9 months later as I scream it out.