I want to see you waddling around the house in nothing but your underwear, huffing and grunting as you attempt to lift and support your twin full belly, who are 6 pounds each and still growing, exceeding the average for twins. I want to hear you moan and bellyache about how large you've gotten; how you keep bumping into or knocking things over because you can't see in front of your belly; how you can't fit into any of your favorite clothes; how tight and itchy your belly feels; how you find yourself constantly snacking instead of eating full meals, because your stomach is so squished. I want you miserably, adorably pregnant~
gotta be honest I’ve been thinking a lot recently about knocking a captive up and watching them panic and fuss while we look at their body filling in and starting to show… something bone-deep hot about dreadful realizations settling in
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being slipped something that makes your chest grow and not even realizing it...
by lunch you notice that your shirt seems a little tigher but shrug it off, maybe you gained a little weight?
by dinner your chest feels so heavy, but you're busy making dinner so you don't notice as your shirt nearly busts open when you reach up to grab something...
and by the tine you got to bed, you take off your bra with a sigh of relief as it had been getting tight, and it almost pops right off...
and now you can't ignore your heaving breasts. Your hands drift to them and squeeze, playing with your soft, heavy tits...
going to sleep without a pretty girl in my bed, rubbing my big belly, telling me she’s gonna keep me pregnant forever, is kinda miserable.