Submitted anonymously via a friend of the blog.
I lie on my side on the bed, my right hand rubbing circles into my distended womb. It was hard to believe how pregnant I was, full of over 100 eggs constantly shifting around whenever I so much as breathed. At this point I probably looked like I was overdue with twins, but I knew better.
James is always sure to keep my gut heavy and full of his eggs, it’s one of the advantages of him having a… different kind of dick. Sure, he has a normal cock, but it just so happens to be part of a writhing mass of tentacles. Because of the state of his “downstairs”, James is able to produce eggs which he happily stores inside my womb. We love how I look when I’m swollen with young.
Eventually, I take my left hand and put it on rubbing duty as I move my right up to my chest, which is swollen and engorged with milk. Due to my constantly swollen state, my pecs are always heavy and engorged with milk. They almost resemble breasts at this point. My chest is constantly producing milk; my body is ready to nourish the young that will come from the eggs.
I look at the clock on the bedside table- it’s almost time for James to get home. Finally, he would be able to milk me and suckle from my distended teats. I could empty myself out, sure, but there’s no fun in doing it alone and it always seems like such a waste to just dump all the milk when I’m done. Plus, James enjoyed nursing from me and I can’t help but feel pleasure with each suck he takes to draw the milk out.
Tonight, I’m going to make love with James again. Sex is always better when my insides are packed full and tight. Yeah, it’s harder to move now that my form has become more and more gravid, but that’s half the fun. The feeling of my huge belly rubbing against the surface of wherever we’re fucking is the best in the world.
I always enjoy fucking with James. Knowing that he enjoys seeing me in the state and that he’s the one who helped get me there is such a turn on that my cunt immediately starts getting wet. I want to hold myself back and not masturbate until James gets here, but I just can’t resist. With my hands on both sides of my belly, I move my womb until I’m lying on my back.
Looking back at the bedside table I see my dildo, and I reach for it. Eventually, I am able to grab hold of it and when I do, I take it and slide it into my swollen, pregnant cunt. With one hand reaching around struggling to move the dildo in and out of my hole, I use the other to try and rub my clit. Unlike with my dildo, I am unable to reach my erect clit. So, I give up and assign that hand to start playing with my heavy pecs.
As I feel the eggs shifting and moving in my stomach, I love knowing that I get the pleasure of bringing life into this world and the changes my body makes to accommodate that life sends me into a heat. Whether it’s abdomen swelling and the skin becoming taught over it, my belly button pulling flat and eventually turning outward, or my pectorals getting sensitive and sore as they fill with milk in preparation for whatever life I’m bringing into this world, I love it all. I get bigger every day, and I absolutely love it.
My body is reaching the point where it can’t hold the eggs any longer. My skin can’t stretch much more which will force the eggs out, whether I want them to come out or not. I don’t want to think about that though, I don’t like feeling empty.
I hear the door open downstairs, which means that James is finally home. I sit myself up and start to try to ride the toy in my cunt. I want to give James a show when he walks into the room. I’m unable to get the dildo all the way inside due to how my womb has lowered with its increased size. As the door to the room opened, I squeeze one of my “tits” and a jet of milk squirts out when James steps in.
His face is flushed and I notice that is his pants are struggling to contain his writhing mass of tentacles and dick. He probably heard me when he walked inside the house- I can’t contain myself when I feel this good. James doesn’t even have to say a word before I beckon him over to me.
“Don’t just stare. You’re the one who made me like this-takes some responsibility,” I gesture to my chest, which is shelved nicely on top of my round belly. He starts to come closer before I hold up a finger at him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I ask, staring at his lower half. He quietly looks down at the tent in his pants and begins to undo his belt. It’s almost like a routine. Each day he comes home to find me dripping and waiting for him. I’m constantly horny due to the hormones that run rampant throughout my body. Once his pants are off, James has lost whatever was left of any logical thought.
James, left with only his primal instincts, fucked—no, bred me. I get up on my knees and wrap my arms around James as much as I’m able; it’s gotten a bit difficult to hug due to my bulging middle getting in the way. I hear his breath as I try my best to hold him. He’s panting with need. I look up at his face and see his eyes full of the same lust I saw that night he filled me.
I pull away from him and lay back on the bed. I spread my swollen cunt and invite him in. He wastes no time before sheathing his cock inside my hole. The eggs are far enough along now that they can come out any time, so he forces his dick up and around my womb, which causes the wriggling eggs to shift. I nearly cum right there. That’s when the tentacles start to make their way inside me as well.
Liquid squirts out of me as I cum from the tentacles brushing over my g-spot, but it’s not quite over yet. A few of his tentacles remain outside of my cunt and start to rub my clit. That’s when James leans into me and whispers in my ear,
“I’m going to fuck these eggs out of you, and once they’re gone, I’m going to fill you up, even more, this time.”
I start panting with him. I love it when he gets lost in his primal need.
With both hands on my plush hips, James starts to buck hard into me. I bring my hands up to my chest, pressing both pecs into each other to create cleavage that he buries his face into. I feel his tongue glide over my teat and the heat of his lips create a vacuum as he starts to suck the milk out. I throw my head back and let out a loud, ragged moan. This is exactly where I was meant to be.