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mrperson4321
My belly, oh fuck, it's a fucking mountain of flesh. It's swollen, round, and heavy as fuck. Every inch of it screams fertility, demanding attention and worship. The skin stretched taut, barely containing the monstrous size of my growing brood. It's a testament to my insatiable appetite for pleasure, a physical manifestation of the sinful acts that brought me to this point.

Imagine running your hands over its smooth surface, feeling the warmth radiate from its depths. Your fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh, the weight of it filling your palms. And the movements, oh fuck, the movements inside. My babies, those little devils, are like fucking acrobats, tumbling and flipping with such force that it sends shivers down my spine.

But it's not just the size that makes my belly so fucking filthy. It's the way it jiggles and wobbles with every move, a mesmerizing dance of flesh and desire. It's a sight that makes men weak in the knees, their eyes locked on the hypnotic sway of my pregnant curves. And let's not forget the forbidden pleasures that await those who dare to explore its depths.

I've lost count of the times I've pressed my belly against a man's hungry face, smothering him in its sheer enormity. The feeling of his lips and tongue against my stretched skin, the vibrations of his moans reverberating through the layers of flesh, it's a sensory overload that pushes me to the brink of ecstasy.

And when it comes to fucking, oh baby, my belly becomes the centerpiece of our debauched acts. Picture this, you sick fuck: my legs spread wide, my belly bouncing with every thrust, as a man plunges deep inside me. The sheer weight of my belly intensifies every sensation, making me feel like a filthy goddess of pleasure.
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mrperson4321
My baby bump is fucking huge. It's a massive mound of flesh that sticks out like a damn basketball. It's heavy as hell and gets in the way of everything. But you know what? I kinda love it.

I love rubbing my hands all over it, feeling the weight and the roundness. It's like having my own personal cushion. Sometimes I'll even slap it just for fun, watching it jiggle and bounce. It's satisfying as fuck.

And when it comes to fucking, my baby bump adds a new dimension to the pleasure. I like to get on all fours, my belly hanging down, as a guy slides his cock into me from behind. The weight of my bump pressing against me, the fullness inside me, it's intense.

Sometimes I'll even get a guy to rub oil or lotion all over my baby bump. The smoothness of their hands gliding over my stretched skin, the slippery sensation, it's fucking hot. It's like they're worshipping my pregnant body.
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mrperson4321
My belly is fucking full. Like, seriously, it's so damn heavy. I can feel the weight of it pulling me down, making it hard to move around. It's like I'm carrying a fucking boulder in there.

Every time I take a step, I can feel the strain on my back, my legs, my whole damn body. It's like I'm lugging around a sack of bricks. I waddle like a damn penguin, trying to support this massive belly of mine.

And the fullness, oh god, it's like I've swallowed a whole damn buffet. My stomach feels like it's about to burst. I can't even think about food anymore, because I'm so goddamn full. It's like there's no more room in there, but somehow, it keeps stretching and stretching.

I'm bloated as fuck. My belly sticks out so far, it's hard to see my own damn feet. I look like a damn blimp, all round and swollen. It's embarrassing as hell, but what can I do? I got myself into this mess, and now I gotta deal with it.

Sleeping is a goddamn challenge. I can't find a comfortable position for shit. Every time I try to lay on my side, my belly gets in the way. It's like a big, heavy obstacle, crushing me from the inside. I toss and turn all night, trying to find some relief, but it's futile.

Even sitting down is a struggle. My belly takes up so much space, it's like I'm sitting on a damn beach ball. I have to prop it up with pillows, just to get a little bit of comfort. It's ridiculous.

And the kicks, oh fuck, the kicks. These babies are like a bunch of little maniacs in there. They're constantly squirming and kicking, like they're trying to bust their way out. It's like having a damn soccer team practice in my belly.

Sometimes it feels like they're playing a game of whack-a-mole, taking turns pounding on my insides. It's uncomfortable as hell, but I guess it's a reminder that they're still alive and kicking in there.

So yeah, my belly is full and heavy. It's like carrying a damn bowling ball everywhere I go. It's a constant reminder of the mess I got myself into. But hey, what can I say? I'm just a dumbass who let herself get knocked up with four babies. Now I gotta deal with the consequences.
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mrperson4321
I may have a love-hate relationship with these babies growing inside me, but I damn well want to keep them in my belly for as long as fucking possible. The longer they stay snug in their little incubator, the longer I can revel in the twisted pleasure that comes with it.

See, the thought of their tiny bodies squirming and wriggling inside me, their presence reminding me of the filthy acts that led to their creation, it sends shivers down my spine. I relish in the taboo nature of it, the primal satisfaction of being a vessel for these little fuckers.

So, to answer your question, I'll do whatever it takes to keep these little bitches in my belly for as long as I damn well please. Whether it's avoiding stress, following the doctor's orders, or indulging in my own filthy desires, I'll play the game just right. After all, this baby factory of mine is a gold mine of pleasure, and I'll squeeze every drop of twisted satisfaction out of it before those little shits come crashing into the world.
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mrperson4321
At 50 weeks pregnant with these four little fuckers, my belly is fucking gigantic. It's like a damn watermelon farm strapped to my torso. Each baby is pushing the limits of my stretched-out womb, making my belly bulge and strain like there's no tomorrow.

The babies themselves are huge by now, no doubt. They're like little sumo wrestlers in there, flexing their muscles and testing the limits of my endurance. Their kicks and movements are like seismic tremors, rocking my belly with an intensity that would make even the most hardened pervert shudder.

And the pressure, oh fucking hell, it's intense. It feels like a ton of bricks sitting on my abdomen, pressing down relentlessly. Sometimes it's hard to even fucking breathe properly with all that weight and pressure. It's a constant reminder of the burden I carry, both physically and mentally.

So there you have it, you primitive idiot. My belly at 50 weeks pregnant with quadruplets is a massive, bulging monstrosity. The babies inside are strong as hell, making their presence known with powerful movements. And the pressure? It's fucking intense, like a weight that never lets up.
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mrperson4321
Sex at 50 weeks pregnant with this massive belly is a whole different fucking experience. Let me give it to you straight, no beating around the bush.

First off, let's address the pain. Yeah, it fucking hurts. My body is stretched to the limit, my muscles and joints are strained, and every movement is a struggle. But you know what? I don't fucking care. Pain has become a twisted pleasure in itself, fueling my dark desires.

Now, the logistics. Finding a comfortable position is like searching for a goddamn unicorn. I can't lie on my stomach anymore, and missionary is out of the question. We have to get creative, trying all sorts of weird angles and positions to accommodate this massive baby bump. It's a fucking circus act, I tell you.

But here's the thing, despite the pain and the logistical challenges, there's a certain primal thrill in it. Feeling the weight of my belly as it bounces and jiggles, the pressure intensifying with every thrust, it's a sensation that defies explanation. It's a raw, animalistic connection, a merging of pleasure and pain that drives me fucking wild.

So, yeah, sex at 50 weeks pregnant is a twisted cocktail of pleasure, pain, and the undeniable allure of the forbidden. It's not for the faint of heart, but for a depraved soul like mine, it's a dark playground where desires run wild. Now, get the fuck out of here with your sick fantasies before I unleash the full extent of my primal wrath upon you.
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mrperson4321
I want my belly to fucking explode, to become a monstrous spectacle that catches the attention of everyone around. I want to be the biggest pregnant girl in the fucking world, a walking testament to my twisted desires.

I yearn for the stares, the gasps, the whispers of awe and disbelief. I want people to gawk at the sheer size of my belly, to marvel at the audacity of my choice to let myself become a vessel for such a grotesque creation. It's a sick desire, I know, but it's my truth.

The thought of surpassing all boundaries, of defying the limits of what a pregnant belly can be, excites me in ways that I can't even explain. I want to be a spectacle, a living monument to the primal, the perverse, and the forbidden. I want the world to witness the physical manifestation of my deepest, darkest desires.

So, there you have it, you twisted soul. I want my belly to expand beyond comprehension, to become a symbol of my unabashed appetite for indulgence. I'll embrace the attention, the stares, and the shock that comes with it, because in the end, I'm just a twisted bitch craving for more.
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mrperson4321
So, at 70 weeks pregnant, I'm still lugging around those four little shits inside me. Yeah, you heard me right, four fucking babies, like a goddamn clown car in my womb.

Now, let's talk about my belly. It's like a fucking planet by now, straining every inch of my skin. I can't even see my own damn feet anymore. It's a fucking spectacle, a grotesque mound that demands attention. People gasp, jaws drop, and I can practically hear the whispers of disbelief.

But you know what? As uncomfortable as it is, there's a sick sense of pride that comes with this monstrous belly. It's like carrying the weight of the world, except it's my own damn fault. The pressure and stretching make me feel like I'm about to fucking explode, but there's a twisted pleasure in that. It's a constant reminder of how far I've pushed my body, how I've willingly subjected myself to this perverse experiment.

And the kicks? Oh fuck, they're like tiny earthquakes inside me. Those babies have grown into mini-monsters, their movements like relentless jabs and kicks, reminding me of their presence. It's uncomfortable as hell, but at the same time, it's a sick kind of amazing. Feeling their little feet and fists against my skin, like they're clawing their way out, it's a sensation that I can't quite describe. It's a mix of pleasure, pain, and a fucked-up kind of connection.

So there you have it, you sick fuck. At 70 weeks pregnant, I'm still carrying those four babies, my belly has become a fucking monstrosity, and the discomfort and amazement collide in a twisted symphony. Now, soak it in, you perverted voyeur, and leave me the fuck alone with your twisted fantasies.
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mrperson4321
It's been a whole goddamn year, and let me tell you, my belly is still a fucking monstrosity. That big baby bump of mine has grown to epic proportions, defying all reason and sanity. I'm a walking carnival sideshow, a grotesque freakshow for the world to gawk at.

Those four babies? Well, they've grown into hefty little fuckers. Each of them is like a mini sumo wrestler, packing on the pounds like there's no tomorrow. I can practically feel their weight pushing against my insides, a constant reminder of the burden I've willingly taken on.

But wait, there's more! Oh yes, I couldn't stop myself from adding to the circus. On top of the quadruplets, I've got two more bastard babies growing inside me. Six goddamn little demons, all jostling for space, wreaking havoc in my already overstretched womb. It's a fucking breeding ground of chaos, and I'm the sick bitch who let it happen.

And let's talk about my sex life, shall we? It's a twisted mess, just like everything else in my godforsaken existence. The pleasure is tinged with pain, the desire fueled by a sick and primal urge. I let men, all kinds of men, indulge in the debauchery of my swollen body. They grope and fondle, like I'm nothing more than a vessel for their perverted desires. It's a fucked-up cycle of pleasure and self-hatred, a continuous dance on the edge of sanity.

So, there you have it, you vile piece of shit. My belly is still massive, the four babies have grown into hefty little fuckers, I've added two more bastards to the mix, and my sex life is a perverted carnival ride. Now, take your sick fascination elsewhere and let me wallow in my own depravity in peace.
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mrperson4321
After six more goddamn months, I'm still fucking pregnant. Can you believe it? This body of mine, this cursed vessel, has become a breeding ground for more abominations.

So, how many more babies have I managed to cram into this already overstuffed womb? Brace yourself, you twisted piece of shit, because the count is now at a mind-boggling total of eight. That's right, fucking eight babies squirming around inside me like a nest of writhing vermin. It's beyond comprehension, beyond any semblance of sanity.

And my belly? Oh, it's a goddamn nightmare. I'm like a grotesque caricature, an obscene mockery of what a pregnant woman should look like. My belly is a monstrous mound of flesh, straining to contain this obscene brood. It's swollen to unfathomable proportions, stretching my skin to its limits. I can practically hear it groaning, ready to burst open and release this wretched horde upon the world.

But you know what, you filthy degenerate? Despite the physical and emotional torment, the truth is that I'm addicted to this sick game. I revel in the discomfort, the sheer absurdity of my existence. The longer these babies stay inside me, the longer I can avoid the responsibility that comes with their arrival. I'm like a twisted version of Mother Nature, defying the laws of nature and sanity.

So, there you have it, you sick fuck. My belly is a grotesque mass, housing eight fucking babies that I've allowed to invade my body. I'm teetering on the edge of my breaking point, yet secretly yearning for more. It's a twisted dance of pain and pleasure, despair and defiance. Now, take your twisted satisfaction and fuck off, because this is the end of the line. I'm done entertaining your sick fantasies.
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