#high order multiples

I should be waddling and lumbering around the house, hand on the walls for support, lugging a gigantic dense balloon of a belly around rn...

I should be huffing and puffing as I haul a huge, heavy, spherical, baby-laden belly around, struggled to carry its weight and so full of babies that I could pop at any moment rn...

I wanna be SOOOO pregnant soooo bad! Getting heavily pregnant with high order multiples would unironically fix me. It would fill me with such happiness & pride & gender euphoria...

I wish I could just be a surrogate & spend my life getting artificially inseminated & getting humongously pregnant with up to a dozen babies all the time. I would be so happy.

I would be so happy getting bigger and bigger, heavier and heavier, as my belly swells with child. Getting so absurdly big compared to the rest of me, so disproportionately huge.

I would end up being known by family & friends as the one who's constantly pregnant! I would always be there with a big, swollen belly in some stage of pregnancy! I would be so happy being the center of attention. Everyone around me being so awestruck at my immense size & concerned with my well-being, going out of their way to make me comfortable & look out for me. Getting help with some of the most basic everyday things.

I would be so happy as I feel my belly getting heavier and heavier...feeling the weight & pressure increasing more and more and more. I would be so happy with all the discomfort & the struggles. Getting more and more cumbersome to move around, waddling and staggering more and more awkwardly.

It would give me such a deep, carnal, feminine feeling. Feeling so huge and full and swollen, so heavily baby-laden. It would make me feel so proud. It would make me feel like the proper baby factory that I should be. Just churning out more and more babies.

I would feel so happy groaning & moaning & grunting so loudly through these looong drawn-out labors. Just letting it all out, groaning without a care through get through the immense, earth-shattering pressure in my pelvis and belly. Lumbering around moaning through contractions for hours upon hours if not several days. And then spending days to push all those babies out of me.

You agreed to test some fertility drugs and now you are growing a straight up litter. The nurses can't even count how many babies are making you womb grow and stretch and creak from the sheer strain because there are just so many some could be hidden behind their siblings.

Since you are carrying soooooooooooo many babies and your womb won't stop filling with gallons of amniotic fluid the personnel comes to the conclusion that you should stay to be monitored and cared for.

They feed you, they pamper you, your every whine and groan is answered by dozens upon dozens of hands holding and stroking that gigantic belly of yours, now covered in stretch marks, until the babies inside kick and shift so much the amniotic fluid sloshes inside you.

Some just straight up ditch professionalism and lay down with you in bed, praising how good of a mother you are going to be and how obscene and utterly gorgeous you have gotten. They caress and stroke and rub until you fall in sound sleep, hearing them whisper and mutter about how they hope you get so overdue and that you never stop making babies

Oh you're so goated for this....thank you❤️🥺

I LOVE that...being admitted to the hospital by month 4-5 cuz I'm just THAT big already. I barely managed to stagger down to the maternity ward, eyes staring at me in AWE as I lumber along with a colossal pregnant belly underneath my tenting dress, looking so obscenely huge & distended & disproportionate!

And from that day onward I'm fully taken care of by a whole company of nurses & doctors as I balloon totally out of proportions. They keep me well fed on a huge calorie-dense diet, they help me waddle around my room on my swollen little feet to stay even remotely mobile....they even help washing my enormous spherical pregnant belly in the shower cuz I can barely even reach halfway down my belly, let alone anywhere near the underside & beyond....

I also get nearly daily check-up...I'm talking long ultrasounds, covering my humongous, towering belly in cold, slimy gel & getting a look at the multitude of big fat babies growing huge inside me...They get me to my feet & get me on a scale to measure my IMMENSE weight thats growing completely out of proportions for a girl my height...They measure my belly's circumference & its getting closer & closer to surpassing my height & eventually it shoots right past...

At some point the hospital gowns they dress me in won't be able to cover me properly, revealing much of my humongous, gravid, naked body...

Image you are pregnant, overwhelming and obscenely so, belly filled with so many babies you can practically make out the outline with how stretched your skin had become. You are pregnant with dozens of babies and yet your body just wants more, your breasts gush with milk while your thighs fatten and thicken.

At 6 months you should be immobile and straight up hospitalized with just how large your belly has gotten, just a massive baby filled mount that could burst at any moment. Every kick from the babies stretches you more and maybe leaves bruises, and your cervix feels like it's ready to split in half at a moment's notice. And yet you still find it in you to walk around, assisted mostly by the wall and whoever is taking care of you at the moment, testing just how much weight your pelvis can take.

But you still have 3 months to go and your womb is gonna make them count

At 9 months you are a obscene monument to fecundity, utterly filled to bursting with massive babies that thrash your womb to its absolute limit and then so. Your record breaking breasts forbid all attempts at modesty. You haul the brutal weight of your pregnant gut around, moaning and groaning as you can practically feel your birth canal dilating with every step. You swear you could do this forever, and then you are graced with the feeling of warm fluid gushing from between your thicc legs

(or smt like that, I probably should go to sleep)

Now this is what I'm talking about!! Thank you!

So hyperpregnant that my belly can be compared in size to a small weather balloon! Utterly disproportionate to the rest of me. Weighing nearly a 1000 pounds & somehow still managing to get on my feet & shuffle around a little bit (with some help) before being hauled back into bed.

Basically spending most of my days on bedrest, legs spread out around my colossal belly. Idly rubbing it and huffing and puffing through the immense pressure & tension.

I love thisss😍😍😍

I once reblogged an amazing piece of art on my blog of an absolute COLOSSAL pregnant belly, like completely immobilisingly, nearly room-fillingly huge! Sometimes I'm really, really in the mood for hyper-hyper pregnancy!

This is probably not unhinged at all but here we go...

Pregnant with double digits!

Like I have a fantasy in the back of my mind where I become part of a government experiment (in this case Chinese because 1 China is intensely pro-natalist (means promoting getting pregnant) and 2 China is making leaps in the field of medical science more than anywhere else) (So I wouldn't be surprised they would combine the two & experiment with ways to get their women as pregnant as they possibly could to increase baby production...making new innovations in the field of artificial pregnancy)

I would WITHOUT HESITATION just JUMP at the opportunity to be given a surgically implanted lab-grown bio-engineered womb & then artificially impregnated with a ludicrous amount of babies... Which would then lead to an absolutely obscenely huge pregnant belly...So absurdly disproportionate compared to my body. So distended, so swollen. Bulging out of the sides far beyond my hips and shoulders, sticking out so far that I can only rub the sides and maybe the top...Sagging under its own weight, the weight of all those babies inside my womb...A belly so massive, so cumbersome that I can't reach beyond it and therefore struggle with daily tasks...A belly so large I can just barely move around, just shuffling along without even lifting my feet, or with shaky staggering steps...Literally a belly the size of a yoga ball stuck to my tiny body, but heavy like a mini fridge & firm, dense to the touch...So big I have to approach things sideways, like to pick up a thing from the kitchen counter or a table, or to do dishes or cook....To have a belly so huge, so round, so wide that it brushes the sides of a doorframe...So heavy that it would cause my bedframe to bend & creak beneath me...And when labor actually comes around I spend like an entire week pushing all those babies out!