You knew about my pregnancy fetish and wanted to surprise me for my birthday. I had suggested the pills before, trying to coax you with the knowledge that the effects of the faux pregnancy pills would only last three weeks. You were curious but hesitant and it had taken months of subtle suggestions to get you to the point where it sounded fun. “The idea of walking around the campus sporting a cute little baby belly would be adorable” I told you and over time you began to believe the same. “And you keep your body in such great shape it’s not like you would get very big.” I would add. You would fret over your figure but also wanted to make me happy. So, when I saw the package neatly but not terribly well hidden in your dresser I knew you thought it would be fun to indulge my kink. I had made sure not to bring up the warnings about taking it while you were ovulating or if multiples ran in your family. Besides, it wasn’t as if your mother and her twin sister were on your mind when you took it.
You’re just sitting down on your laptop. Almost convinced nothing would happen as it’s been 40 minutes. Until you feel your breasts start to ache. It almost reminds you how it felt when you first started to develop them. But much more intense. Your bra starts to bother you and then flat out feels like sandpaper against them. You take off your top and quickly remove your bra. You look down and can’t believe what you see. The light skin, perfectly sized areola’s you used to know have expanded and are a deep, dark brown. You shiver as the air hits them and you feel your nipples erect painfully. You bring a hand up to feel one of them and you almost hiss from the pain. Your nipples are now elongated and thicker. they feel almost rubbery. You go to a mirror to inspect and that’s when you notice the extra layer of fat building on your hips. A small bulge is showing in your lower stomach. Your pants start to feel tight.
You go to take off your jeans but as you bend over you feel the weight of your breasts have changed. They seem to hang heavier off your frame and you can feel the extra weight. Your jeans which just this morning wear easy to get on almost have to be peeled off. You have love handles now and your pretty thighs are thicker and meatier. You take another look in the full length mirror and you can see your breasts have increased at least a size. Maybe even two. But they’re still aching. You turn around and gasp a little at the size of your ass. You look like you’ve really started to pack on some pounds and it’s all in your hips and ass which has slight dimples now. You can’t help but step on the scale next to the shower and you feel different parts of yourself jiggle as you do. A sense of unease about taking the “fun little” pill is blooming in your mind. It’s a bit of a shock to see it say 8 you’re pounds heavier than when you weighed yourself last. It’s actually 9 pounds heavier. Now ten?! It’s still adjusting…or you’re gaining that fast. When you ran over to the scale you felt your thicker thighs rubbing against each other. The ache in your breasts continues and you know they are now at least two to three sizes bigger. Your nipples remain erect. You get off the scale and feel the extra flab on your hips. Did THEY jiggle? or is it in your head? You feel a pressure begin to mount in your belly. Something similar to eating too much and a painful cramp. You groan as your hand instinctively goes to it. Moments ago, it could have been a few extra pounds but now it’s pooching out. But it’s firm. You let out another groan as the pressure increases. You need to sit down on something soft or possibly lie in your bed. As you head out of the bathroom you feel your feet throbbing and your ankles are hurting. You did everything you could not to look down at them.
You make your way to your bed rubbing the firm little belly. You feel your heavier breasts hanging off your chest as you mount the bed and they clap together a little. You can’t stop as you whimper out loud at the feeling. They’re so tender it actually hurts when they bounce against one another. The pressure is becoming more intense deep in your womb and you can feel it spreading through your hips which suddenly ache very, VERY badly. You lie on your back and begin to surround yourself with pillows when you can’t help but cry out as you feel your hips start to widen. A process which usually takes months is being forced in minutes on your nice young figure. You feel tears right behind your eyes as the pressure in your stomach becomes too much. it suddenly releases through you and you feel your hand being pushed out as you begin to swell rapidly.
You open your eyes and look down at the belly which has just surged forth and you can’t believe what you’re seeing. You look like you’re five months pregnant. But you read the instructions on the box. It would be a gradual growth. How could you look so far along this early? “Unless my body thinks it’s….” You start to think before you cry out. the pressure in your womb has returned and you start to panic. You poor aching hips are sending flares of pain all through you. Every little motion hurts your breasts. The veins in them are clearly visible. You want to cry out for help but you start to feel something new and completely un-welcomed at the moment. You can feel yourself getting….. wet…… really wet. It doesn’t make any sense with how awful you feel. You keep one hand on your belly, the skin feeling hot to the touch like you have a fever and your other hand drifts down below your hips. You gently brush at your lips to feel yourself and you gasp in pleasure when you faintly touch your engorged clit. It’s never been this sensitive before. You brace yourself to feel it again and the sensation is close to overwhelming. You try to cut through the desire to play with yourself as you realize that your once cute little button is now swollen large. Your lips are swollen as well and feel….fatty…. you only put in the tip of your finger and pull it away quickly.. Sopping. Your fucking sopping wet….. The pressure hits in your belly and releases all through you again. Just as you felt something that brought pleasure, your swelling body reminds you it has work to do. You let out a deep guttural moan as your belly surges again. You literally hear your belly button pop out. As you expand you finish your thought “Unless my body thought it was having twins…”
You look like your possibly 8 to 9 months now. With one baby. You feel the weight of this new belly weighing you down into the mattress. A fine sheen of sweat has covered your body. You look down and the tears do start. Stretch marks. angry red stretch marks appear at the top of the dome of your new bump. You see them on your breasts as well which lie heavy on your chest. Pre-milk glistens from your ducts and you feel it leave sticky trails down your new “motherly breasts”….. what started out as indulging a kink is quickly turning into a nightmare. You feel panic really setting in before the hunger returns between your thighs. You can actually feel yourself leaking out and onto your meaty inner thighs which you rub against each other, desperate for any kind of friction. You hurt all over and you want to be filled. You start thinking about going to a hospital when the pressure returns in your growing womb again. You start to cry out as there is barely any buildup before the release. You can feel yourself expanding and your weight pulls you further down and into the bed. The skin on your belly pulled taut and shiny with sweat.
I arrive at your place a half hour later. I walk in and hear you crying so I make my way into your bedroom. But I make a stop at the bathroom first to grab something. I’m in no rush. Somehow, I know the cause of your misery. I enter your room and I can smell you everywhere. The deep musky scent of your want is all over the room. Pheromones pumping from your swollen sex. You look to me for help and I only grin. you look overdue with twins. Your body completely dominated by pregnancy. A swollen ripe earth mother who is unbearably heavy with children.
“You said …. I wouldn’t get so big….” You whimper as you look towards me with pleading eyes, “Please help me….. I need help… we need to go to the hospital…”
I bring out the full-length mirror which used to be attached to the bathroom door. I want you to see yourself. Fresh hot tears spring forth when you see your new rounded and chubby face. The fat built up all around your once trim figure. Your dark and angry looking nipples which are openly leaking. Your shiny monstrous globe of a belly covered in stretch marks and veins. You want to look away before I force your fat thighs open. “Look” I demand. You see your thick fat pussy. No longer the cute little slit. You’ve made a mess of the sheets under your ample and now rotund ass. “what did you do to your fine little body?” I mock as I put the mirror down.
I knew the pill would only last for three weeks but the damage was already done. you might lose the belly and you might regain your shape but there would always be signs of what you did. The thought only excited me more. I drove my fingers in you and felt you struggle to lift your wider hips to get more purchase despite your pleas for me to stop. Your belly kept you pinned to the bed.
I realized that fucking you wasn’t what I really wanted. I wanted you to fully understand what life would be like this pregnant. Nothing would be easy. You would be a prisoner in a body that was completely foreign to you. At the mercy of your hormones and physical demands. You had zero control over what you were now. I knew what tops and skirts you liked best. the ones you wore to show off your girlish figure. the sexy hips. the flat tummy. the perky full breasts. I went to your closet and started pulling items. “I need help” You said softly in between the sobs.
“No” I say, “You need to try these on”
You wanted to resist at first until I noticed those full thighs rubbing against each other again. You didn’t know what you truly wanted. To find help. to be soothed. to be loved. To be pretty and thin again. to be fucked senseless. Your body was sending was you a 1,000 mixed messages that you couldn’t sort through. It was all too much. I wanted to watch you realize your new reality. I wanted to savor the moment. So, I tempted the part of you I knew you needed most. “Don’t you want to be pretty?” I said as I brought my fingers to you again. “Don’t you want to show off that fine figure of yours?”
“Stop…..I’m so heavy and …and ” You began. I knew you were seconds away from sobbing. “Here, let’s try on this skirt” I said helping you to lift yourself into a tight black number that you had used on me when we first met. I had to help you lift your cumbersome to try and get it on as you groaned and let out little hitching sounds.
The skirt didn’t make it past your thighs.
I feigned surprise.
“Oh no….. I think you’re just a little too pregnant.” I said.
The dam burst again and you started to weep.
“You’re glowing” I purred
*this was from a RP session where a girl wanted me to describe in detail what would happen if she took a fast acting Faux pregnancy pill. She was also into the humiliation aspect. Not my normal thing but I was fine with going a bit darker. Ummm, yep. That’s all. I have more dumb nonsense on my tumblr heavywithmybabies
You’re just sitting down on your laptop. Almost convinced nothing would happen as it’s been 40 minutes. Until you feel your breasts start to ache. It almost reminds you how it felt when you first started to develop them. But much more intense. Your bra starts to bother you and then flat out feels like sandpaper against them. You take off your top and quickly remove your bra. You look down and can’t believe what you see. The light skin, perfectly sized areola’s you used to know have expanded and are a deep, dark brown. You shiver as the air hits them and you feel your nipples erect painfully. You bring a hand up to feel one of them and you almost hiss from the pain. Your nipples are now elongated and thicker. they feel almost rubbery. You go to a mirror to inspect and that’s when you notice the extra layer of fat building on your hips. A small bulge is showing in your lower stomach. Your pants start to feel tight.
You go to take off your jeans but as you bend over you feel the weight of your breasts have changed. They seem to hang heavier off your frame and you can feel the extra weight. Your jeans which just this morning wear easy to get on almost have to be peeled off. You have love handles now and your pretty thighs are thicker and meatier. You take another look in the full length mirror and you can see your breasts have increased at least a size. Maybe even two. But they’re still aching. You turn around and gasp a little at the size of your ass. You look like you’ve really started to pack on some pounds and it’s all in your hips and ass which has slight dimples now. You can’t help but step on the scale next to the shower and you feel different parts of yourself jiggle as you do. A sense of unease about taking the “fun little” pill is blooming in your mind. It’s a bit of a shock to see it say 8 you’re pounds heavier than when you weighed yourself last. It’s actually 9 pounds heavier. Now ten?! It’s still adjusting…or you’re gaining that fast. When you ran over to the scale you felt your thicker thighs rubbing against each other. The ache in your breasts continues and you know they are now at least two to three sizes bigger. Your nipples remain erect. You get off the scale and feel the extra flab on your hips. Did THEY jiggle? or is it in your head? You feel a pressure begin to mount in your belly. Something similar to eating too much and a painful cramp. You groan as your hand instinctively goes to it. Moments ago, it could have been a few extra pounds but now it’s pooching out. But it’s firm. You let out another groan as the pressure increases. You need to sit down on something soft or possibly lie in your bed. As you head out of the bathroom you feel your feet throbbing and your ankles are hurting. You did everything you could not to look down at them.
You make your way to your bed rubbing the firm little belly. You feel your heavier breasts hanging off your chest as you mount the bed and they clap together a little. You can’t stop as you whimper out loud at the feeling. They’re so tender it actually hurts when they bounce against one another. The pressure is becoming more intense deep in your womb and you can feel it spreading through your hips which suddenly ache very, VERY badly. You lie on your back and begin to surround yourself with pillows when you can’t help but cry out as you feel your hips start to widen. A process which usually takes months is being forced in minutes on your nice young figure. You feel tears right behind your eyes as the pressure in your stomach becomes too much. it suddenly releases through you and you feel your hand being pushed out as you begin to swell rapidly.
You open your eyes and look down at the belly which has just surged forth and you can’t believe what you’re seeing. You look like you’re five months pregnant. But you read the instructions on the box. It would be a gradual growth. How could you look so far along this early? “Unless my body thinks it’s….” You start to think before you cry out. the pressure in your womb has returned and you start to panic. You poor aching hips are sending flares of pain all through you. Every little motion hurts your breasts. The veins in them are clearly visible. You want to cry out for help but you start to feel something new and completely un-welcomed at the moment. You can feel yourself getting….. wet…… really wet. It doesn’t make any sense with how awful you feel. You keep one hand on your belly, the skin feeling hot to the touch like you have a fever and your other hand drifts down below your hips. You gently brush at your lips to feel yourself and you gasp in pleasure when you faintly touch your engorged clit. It’s never been this sensitive before. You brace yourself to feel it again and the sensation is close to overwhelming. You try to cut through the desire to play with yourself as you realize that your once cute little button is now swollen large. Your lips are swollen as well and feel….fatty…. you only put in the tip of your finger and pull it away quickly.. Sopping. Your fucking sopping wet….. The pressure hits in your belly and releases all through you again. Just as you felt something that brought pleasure, your swelling body reminds you it has work to do. You let out a deep guttural moan as your belly surges again. You literally hear your belly button pop out. As you expand you finish your thought “Unless my body thought it was having twins…”
You look like your possibly 8 to 9 months now. With one baby. You feel the weight of this new belly weighing you down into the mattress. A fine sheen of sweat has covered your body. You look down and the tears do start. Stretch marks. angry red stretch marks appear at the top of the dome of your new bump. You see them on your breasts as well which lie heavy on your chest. Pre-milk glistens from your ducts and you feel it leave sticky trails down your new “motherly breasts”….. what started out as indulging a kink is quickly turning into a nightmare. You feel panic really setting in before the hunger returns between your thighs. You can actually feel yourself leaking out and onto your meaty inner thighs which you rub against each other, desperate for any kind of friction. You hurt all over and you want to be filled. You start thinking about going to a hospital when the pressure returns in your growing womb again. You start to cry out as there is barely any buildup before the release. You can feel yourself expanding and your weight pulls you further down and into the bed. The skin on your belly pulled taut and shiny with sweat.
I arrive at your place a half hour later. I walk in and hear you crying so I make my way into your bedroom. But I make a stop at the bathroom first to grab something. I’m in no rush. Somehow, I know the cause of your misery. I enter your room and I can smell you everywhere. The deep musky scent of your want is all over the room. Pheromones pumping from your swollen sex. You look to me for help and I only grin. you look overdue with twins. Your body completely dominated by pregnancy. A swollen ripe earth mother who is unbearably heavy with children.
“You said …. I wouldn’t get so big….” You whimper as you look towards me with pleading eyes, “Please help me….. I need help… we need to go to the hospital…”
I bring out the full-length mirror which used to be attached to the bathroom door. I want you to see yourself. Fresh hot tears spring forth when you see your new rounded and chubby face. The fat built up all around your once trim figure. Your dark and angry looking nipples which are openly leaking. Your shiny monstrous globe of a belly covered in stretch marks and veins. You want to look away before I force your fat thighs open. “Look” I demand. You see your thick fat pussy. No longer the cute little slit. You’ve made a mess of the sheets under your ample and now rotund ass. “what did you do to your fine little body?” I mock as I put the mirror down.
I knew the pill would only last for three weeks but the damage was already done. you might lose the belly and you might regain your shape but there would always be signs of what you did. The thought only excited me more. I drove my fingers in you and felt you struggle to lift your wider hips to get more purchase despite your pleas for me to stop. Your belly kept you pinned to the bed.
I realized that fucking you wasn’t what I really wanted. I wanted you to fully understand what life would be like this pregnant. Nothing would be easy. You would be a prisoner in a body that was completely foreign to you. At the mercy of your hormones and physical demands. You had zero control over what you were now. I knew what tops and skirts you liked best. the ones you wore to show off your girlish figure. the sexy hips. the flat tummy. the perky full breasts. I went to your closet and started pulling items. “I need help” You said softly in between the sobs.
“No” I say, “You need to try these on”
You wanted to resist at first until I noticed those full thighs rubbing against each other again. You didn’t know what you truly wanted. To find help. to be soothed. to be loved. To be pretty and thin again. to be fucked senseless. Your body was sending was you a 1,000 mixed messages that you couldn’t sort through. It was all too much. I wanted to watch you realize your new reality. I wanted to savor the moment. So, I tempted the part of you I knew you needed most. “Don’t you want to be pretty?” I said as I brought my fingers to you again. “Don’t you want to show off that fine figure of yours?”
“Stop…..I’m so heavy and …and ” You began. I knew you were seconds away from sobbing. “Here, let’s try on this skirt” I said helping you to lift yourself into a tight black number that you had used on me when we first met. I had to help you lift your cumbersome to try and get it on as you groaned and let out little hitching sounds.
The skirt didn’t make it past your thighs.
I feigned surprise.
“Oh no….. I think you’re just a little too pregnant.” I said.
The dam burst again and you started to weep.
“You’re glowing” I purred
*this was from a RP session where a girl wanted me to describe in detail what would happen if she took a fast acting Faux pregnancy pill. She was also into the humiliation aspect. Not my normal thing but I was fine with going a bit darker. Ummm, yep. That’s all. I have more dumb nonsense on my tumblr heavywithmybabies
