tight, round bellies

Hey-

Heavy overburden vieny pregnant belly- stuffed with who knows what that keeps growing inside my womb. Belly forced to stretch and forced to only expand out further and wider to accommodate for the sudden and rapid gestation. Belly already bigger then anything I've seen in real life- But it continues to grow slowly, but steadily, the longer the minutes go by. It looks like a grown adult could fit curled up inside my belly now.

The weight of my belly only gets heavier, and the throbbing louder and more undeniable than before. Like whatever I was pregnant with needed it even more obvious I had something alive in there. My swollen middle throbbing at its own tempo that only gets more intense as it gets bigger. Dark heavy line down the center of my ridiculous mound of a pregnant belly.

All while I'm aroused more than I've ever been in my life over being turned into somethings fast growing seedbed in under a few hours. My chest only getting heavier too- my body preparing even more for what had taken residence in my womb. Milk spilling out of my fat nipples now without stimulation.

Cumming outrageously hard when the throbbing pulse of my pregnant belly gets stronger in time with whatever I'm pregnant with beginning to start moving inside me. The skin on my belly shifting and undulating as the monstrous thing only becomes more active.

Every morning I wake up rounder

I feel the immense mass of our unborn litter growing. Bigger and bigger my waistline bulges, pushing the limit as my belly button begs for mercy, already having popped multiple times.

It could be any sort of living being or inanimate object.

He's so massively overdue with no end in sight, belly tight and swollen and still growing months after what he thought his due date was. Whatever's inside him wont stop writhing and kicking, seemingly eager to come out, but with each passing day, he only gets bigger and heavier. Nearly two years into the pregnancy, he's now pinned down by the sheer weight of his overgrown belly. Every movement from the massive creature aches and stretches his thin translucent skin, tenting his belly outward and testing its elasticity.

when real people do kink in real life, you gotta do all that good out-of-scene stuff like discuss boundaries, set limits and expectations, check in with each other, do aftercare, et cetera et cetera et cetera... but in fiction, everything can be in-scene!

the people in that fanfic don't exist any more than, like, the make-believe sexy football star and make-believe sexy cheerleader in a couple's roleplay exist. that couple doesn't need to get into character and then pretend to be a sexy football star having an important consent conversation with a sexy cheerleader, because that's a conversation that's already happened out-of-scene and out-of-character. (i mean, if you're into in-character negotiations, chase your bliss.) when they're in that scene, they can just pretend to be a sexy football star having sex with a sexy cheerleader. that's okay.

when i say in fiction, everything is in-scene, i mean that the fiction IS the scene.

if someone went up to their partner and said "hey, wouldn't it be sexy if we pretended you were manipulating and controlling me in an unethical way for sex reasons?", and then they talked through all the good and necessary consent and risk-awareness things, and then they played that scene out - that's a made-up scenario where pretend bad things happen, but no real-world people come to real-world harm, right?

now, if someone writes a story where one character manipulates and controls another in an unethical way for sex reasons... that, too, is a made-up scenario where pretend bad things happen, but no real-world people come to real-world harm.