I’d Love To Rub Her Clit And Nibble On Her Outie As I Hold That Tight Crown In Place For Her As Long

Introducing a new OC for DMs and Asks:

Bramble is a young hobbit woman with wild curly chestnut hair full of daisy chains and twigs. She has warm brown eyes and dimples. She’s covered in freckles and has a natural rosy blush. She has a pointy upturned button nose and round little reddish pink lips. Her face is mostly round with a fast-tapered chin. She’s dainty and plump with a curvy hourglass figure. 2’2”

She wears cute brown and yellow cottage-core clothes and usually shaves the hair from her feet and legs, but the soft stubble creeps back up on her sometimes, and she tends to embrace it in the chilly winter. And she’s a Druid Bard multiclass aged 30 years.

It's not my ENTIRE personality, but it's a decent chunk of it.

reblog if you either want to be absurdly pregnant or get someone absurdly pregnant

Imagine you’ve been carrying your partner’s eggs for what feels like forever, your belly is so big and heavy. When it’s finally time to lay them your parter teases you by occasionally pushing them back in as you’re try to lay them. It feels so good that eventually when he lets you lay them you cuz and multiple eggs come out at once

"Please, I can't--"

"Aw, of course you can," you purred patronizingly, relishing in my whimpers as your hand came to rest where one of the eggs was making my lips bulge out. "Besides, doesn't it feel good?"

My cheeks flushed scarlet, but instead of protesting like I wanted, what came out was a low, shaky moan. Slowly but surely, you carefully pushed the egg back up inside me, past my lips and threatening to pass back up into my cervix. The only thing stopping it was the rest of the clutch that was trying to descend, but either way you'd once again undone almost all of my progress.

I let out a frustrated sob, groaning softly as I felt another contraction coming on. This time you kept your hand over my cunt, pressing firmly as you gazed intensely at me.

"Ah, ah, ah, not yet...just a little longer, I want to see how long you can hold out for me, then I'll let you push." you chided, running a finger through my drenched folds, ready to intercept if any of the eggs started to move again.

Not having much choice I simply nodded, bracing myself and doing everything I could to resist pushing. You licked your lips, watching as I struggled, reducing me to a sweaty, whining mess.

"Oh, you poor thing, I've been too rough on you, haven't I?" Chuckling darkly you moved closer, draping yourself possessively over me. One hand splayed over my belly, the other still stroking and teasing my pussy, and when you felt the telltale tensing of my body under your hands you leaned in close, whispering directly in my ear:

"Push."

My eyes snapped open, and I acted quickly before you could take back what you said. Grasping at the sheets under me I grit my teeth, then bore down as hard as I could, almost wailing from the effort. My body seemed to act in overdrive in order to make up for all the progress you kept stealing from me, and I panted harshly as I felt myself birth several of the eggs one after the other.

been daydreaming about my whole clutch being stuck bc of one particularly big, stubborn egg, the immense pressure, the unbearably hot stretch of my hole trying to pass this clutch but it's just too big for me to lay on my own...

yesss and like begging your monster parnter for help, they're licking and stroking your hole, making you cum around the egg and it starts to finally, finally slip out, stretching and burning and your legs are shaking - then they press against it, holding it in place at the widest stretch, leaning in to lick you again, determined to make you feel every inch before it's finally allowed to come out

Loving this series

Imagine you're a young princess (part 2)

Part One

Part 2: The Impossible Task

Another contraction came, whether it was the panic of the news or a new intensity from her water breaking princess isabella cried out doubling over as she held her stomach. Doctor cassius held her tightly so she wouldn’t fall.

“She can’t cry out like that! her echoes will be heard among the mountain.” The Scout Artemis cautioned. The doctor glared at the young man scolding him “You are not to tell a woman what she can and cannot do when she is bringing life into the world.” the princess patted the good doctor taking deep breaths of the thin mountain air.

“He is right. it would put us all at risk. I’ll try to stay quite.” she was finding it difficult to catch her breath.

the doctor sighed and shook his head. “Here is what we are to do. Alexander tend to your wife. have her lay down for a bit until I can assess her.” The prince quickly rushed over and helped her sit on the ledge she had rested on earlier.

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Thinking about casualy snuggling on the couch with a Transfem qt that's pregnant with my quints. She's 24 months along with a singleton, 16 months with a set of twins, and 10 months with another set of twins.

I'm just snuggled up with her all cozy, being her big spoon with my cock up her ass. Meanwhile she's laboring with the youngest set of 16 lbs twin runts that decided to come out together. Their 22 lbs older twin siblings are lined up to do the same right after, and the 50 lbs eldest is set to be the last one out. But first the youngest need to make their way through her birth canal, then squeeze through her prostate, and then they can RAM through her girlcock's urethra.

My poor transfem babymama is wracked with excruciating pain but the pressure on her prostate is forcing her to orgasm and ejaculate over and over and over and over and over and over, completely drenching the both of us. I don't mind it though, babymama can't help it. Meanwhile with my cock in her ass I can partially feel the babies moving down inside her.

Oh my god I missed these asks. This is so sweet, being so overdue with so many huge babies, the biggest one being last. The constant forced orgasms as I struggle in agony, and being held and snuggled the whole time, it’s beautiful. Thank you very much for the ask. Keep em coming if you can.

It’ll never fit, I think to myself as I hold my hand firmly over her straining hole. “Don't push, just pant, dear. You need to stretch a whooole lot more for this one. Just let it come soooo slow for me, okay?”

Hello, shy lil gremlin anon is back.

pregnoct labour pls?? It’s just something about how you draw distressed faces that gets me ;3;

sorry this took a while (i do have other things for this brewing) but in the meantime here ya go. ft supportive grandpa!

Victim of the Labyrinth

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The forest echoed with a single woman's screams. Her fingers dug into the shoulders of the hero Theseus and another young man from the Labyrinth. The dirty, soiled dress she wore couldn’t cover the gargantuan load she carried nor the source of her suffering.

Her stomach, beneath a tainted gown, was covered with blood red streaks of stretch marks. It carried low and heavy on her, as if the skin could tear and fall off her at any moment. Between her legs, the battered lips of her pussy were stretched to white, beyond their limit. The head wasn't circular though, it was more rectangular, not suited for the canal of a human. Everyone who followed behind her could see it looked like the head of a calf with small bumps for horns.

Within each of Phaedra's screams held a desperate plea for Hera to help her. To let her survive. It felt as though they fell on deaf ears every time she felt the huge body of the Minotaur's baby crawl through her. The risk she took seducing the Minotaur to allow a few of them to escape made it so that Theseus was even here, but the pain coursing through her stretched thin belly was convincing her it was hardly worth it. She never predicted that the Minotaur could even impregnate her.

The trio, along with the other former prisoners burst into the camp.

A crowd had already gathered to observe the return of the hero who would slay the Minotaur. They had begun shouting Theseus' name once they'd recognized him and were promptly ignored.

"Hang on, Phaedra, we're almost there!" The young man said.

An audible pop came from Phaedra crotch, drowned by her screams. Her pussy nearly tore around the now crowned bull head. Drops of blood and water trailed beneath her.

Theseus and the young man rushed her out of sight of the crowd as quickly as they could. If the villagers found out what was being born, they would kill her before the huge child had the chance to.

Screaming and crying all the way, Phaedra was dragged to the village doctor. Upon entering, they looked upon a full clinic of sick and hurt prisoners of the Labyrinth from another group.

The doctor was young, only just taking the place of the former doctor who had passed. Despite that, her demeanor was hardly amateurish. She moved between beds swiftly before seeing the struggling Phaedra. She only took a quick glance at her twisted bump and her straining pussy before throwing out orders.

"Take her down stairs! I'll attend to her as soon as I can!" The doctor shouted.

The pair of men obeyed and ushered the struggling young woman down.

It was a fairly deep basement under the earth, away from prying eyes and could muffle the greater bouts of suffering Phaedra would have to endure.

Phaedra was left to writhe in pain for hours on the cot. She couldn’t stand, the baby had damaged her pelvis. She couldn’t move without a foot thrusting into a rib, bladder or finely stretched skin of her belly. She escaped one prison of the Labyrinth only to be put into the prison of the birthing bed.

After Pheadra was as settled as she could possibly be, Theseus left to help get the other survivors situated and ease the crowds of their desire to see the great hero.

"What's your name?" Phaedra asked between breaths.

"Nikos, just Nikos," the young man said, pouring another swig of water into her mouth.

"Thank you, Nikos, for staying with me," Phaedra's brow furrowed at the end, her stomach went rigid and the half crowned head quivered within tight confines of her pussy.

Nikos stayed by her side. Relieving her breasts of milk every time the pressure grew too great. He held her hand when spasms returned.

Phaedra could do nothing but grip Nikos' hand and shriek desperate pleas to Hera as her huge, unnatural stomach twisted and the shoulders of her Minotaur baby tore open her pussy

The Doctor finally came down to the basement.

"Ok, let's see what we have here," The Doctor immediately got between the struggling woman's legs and flipped the gown over the tower of a belly. "By the gods."

Phaedra's stomach had a distinct shine amongst the discoloration of her skin. Branches of veins and stretch marks covered her shifting bump. The Minotaur baby stretched her labia into a thin and fraying circle, most of its shoulders were out, still struggling to make an appearance.

"Please just get it out of me Doctor," Phaedra's head rolled back and forth on the bed as her belly started to harden.

"Ok, Nikos, I need to press on the top of her belly. Strong and firm when I que you," the Doctor instructed. "I'll pull on the head. Brace yourself, Phardra."

Nikos hesitantly put both hands on Phardra's hot and sweaty belly. Phaedra tried to control her breathing. Then, the doctor pulled.

"Now!"

Nikos pressed hard on Phaedra's belly and Pheadra pushed as hard as she could. The shoulders only slide forward a little, pulling Phaedra's pussy with it.

For an hour, the trio worked to get the baby out. It only left them tired and exhausted. Phaedra especially was on her last legs of energy. Her breathing shallow, pushes weak, the Doctor had very little choices but to continue without her help. Contraction or no contraction.

"You need to push, Nikos. You need to press down harder than before!" The Doctor commanded.

Phaedra's consciousness was dipping, but she heard that.

"Wait, n-no-"

She was soon shocked back to life by Nikos' giant push on her sore belly. The baby was sent careening through her ravaged pussy. Her entire body jerked, her back arched and belly constricted.

Her hips and canal had been kept full for nearly a day at this point and had finally adjusted to the shape of the Minotaur baby. Her legs were splayed out beyond what was normal for a birth, but that was a cost to be assessed and hopefully fixed later.

"Stop! You're hurting me! No more, no more, no more!" She clawed at Nikos' arms as he pressed.

Nikos didn't allow Phaedra's thrashing and begging to stop his efforts. Nor did it stop the doctor from digging her hands into Phaedra's tightly packed pussy and pulling at the baby's shoulders with all she could.

"S-stop! It hurts, it hurts too much!" She shrieked.

The baby slowly succumbed to every effort. The doctor's dragged the baby out of Phaedra's ravaged and now gaping wide pussy. A torrent of water came with it and Phaedra's belly shrank only a little.

Phaedra drank in heaps of air, her body still shaking from the effort.

She looked from behind her still massive bump to see the Doctor holding an absurdly large Minotaur baby. Luckily, it didn't have cloven feet like its father, but it still had its head. The trio had no clue what to do with the baby but all that mattered was that Phaedra rested and that the placenta was delivered safely.

Phaedra was just happy the ordeal was over.

When dawn broke, 3 hours after the placenta was delivered, Phaedra was weakly crying out for the doctor. Her body was still exhausted, but she was regaining a bit of strength.

"Something isn't-UGHHH, right!" Phaedra yelled.

The Doctor pressed on the underside of her bump. She examined her bump for a bit, then their brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?!" Phaedra cried out.

"I hear more than one heartbeat…two more besides your own, I believe," The Doctor said solemnly.

Phaedra couldn't believe what she had heard. But her body made sure to drive the truth into her skull. Her overtaxed stomach seized harder, her hips stung, her cervix ached, and her back constricted. She felt the familiar block of a head drive downward. Then her waters broke.

"NOOOOO NOT AGAIN!" Phaedra's eyes went wide. She clawed at Nikos' strong arms as her legs were forced wide and she was once again making her pussy full with a child of the Minotaur.

As a dommy with massive tits. I will be this for you.

Imagine you’re crowning and you just keep crying and whining, saying things like “I can’t do this”, “It’s not coming out”, “It’s too big”, “I’m gonna die” and then, to shut you up, a hot dommy mommy presses your face into her tits so you’re forced to stop complaining and just start pushing.

Obsessed with this rn.