prettylittleghostt

[prettylittleghostt]

I’m really into lazily giving hickies

like, you’ll be reading a book or playing with your phone and I just want to lay next to you and get my mouth on you

your back, your tummy, your thighs, your chest

Doesn’t matter

I want to mark you up just because I like seeing it the next morning

pretty little reminders that are in various shades

pretty little reminders that you’re mine and only mine

[prettylittleghostt]

Thinking about rapid preg

Not just any rapid preg though. Public rapid preg. Maybe I’m giving a presentation for school or work and some magic user in the audience decides id look. Better knocked up.

At first I don’t notice. As I talk I feel something strange in my stomach. A stirring and then a solid pit. I push it off as something bad I ate for breakfast. I focus on my presentation and trying to remain focused.

But they arnt satisfied. Slowly my stomach begins to bulge out pressing against my white button up. By the time I notice how tight my buttons are beginning to strain I look like I’m at the end of my first trimester. There’s a ball gut forming on my once flat stomach and soon my shirt won’t be able to hide it anymore.

If I’m being honest with my self in the time I’ve spent realizing what was happening to me my belly has already stretched my shirt far beyond hiding anything. I look around the room for the culprit but everyone has the same satisfied grin. Only one of thems in on it but they’re all more then happy to watch as I continue to explode outward.

I stumble over my words and try to catch my breath. It’s harder to focus now that I’m aware of my own growing gut. I look to the person in charge hoping they’ll take pity on me and let me finish the presentation later. Unfortunately that’s the moment my first button pops off.

“Continue your presentation.” They say with a gleeful grin eyes fixated on my belly.

I try to keep speaking but everything is coming out as moans as gasp. I’ve been trying to hide my arousal. It’s embarrassing enough that I’m blowing up in front of all my peers but they don’t need to know how badly it’s turning me on. Considering the knowing looks they exchange I’m not hiding well.

A second button flys off once my tits start to grow. I fall back into a chair struggling with my blooming form. My hands fall to my belly and a let out a loud moan. If they didn’t know I was a slut before they definitely know now.

Now that I’m sat my belly’s growth accelerates. I go from looking 5 months with a singleton to 6 months with twins before everyone’s eyes. I moan and rub my belly because it’s the only things I can do anymore.

Just before everyone disappears from my sight behind my gigantic belly I see people start reaching in their pants enjoying the spectacle Im causing.

My eyes roll back as I accept my fate to grow as long as this mysterious magic user wants to be entertained.

[prettylittleghostt]

When they stand up and cannot help but grip the underside of their belly, moaning as the weight of their heavy baby presses down on their pelvis

[prettylittleghostt]

There is something thrilling when you’re placed on all fours and your belly almost hits the bed and you know soon you won’t be able to have sex like that because they baby is getting so big. That you’re getting so big that soon the only way to take you is you resting on your side. 

That you’re so big now it probably aches a little to have your belly hanging like this. 

You’re so well bred and you love it.

[prettylittleghostt]

having slow-rapid pregnancy thoughts

we have a fun, rowdy evening, and i fill you up multiple times. we didn’t use protection, but based on the time of month, it’s probably fine.

(spoilers: it’s not)

later that night, after we drift off to sleep, i have a bleary moment of semi-consciousness. i’m spooning you, hand on your tummy, and i can feel just the slightest unexpected resistance. at first i figure it’s just you breathing, but… i could swear there’s just an almost nonexistent stretch, so subtly rounding you out. i grin and pull you closer before drifting off again.

the next morning, you definitely look bloated, but not unnaturally so. you check it out in the mirror (i check you out in the mirror), we get breakfast, and you leave to go about your day.

you keep looking down at your bulging tummy throughout the morning, expecting it to go down, rather than do the opposite. by lunchtime, you start feeling fluttery movements, and you know something’s wrong.

it’s slow enough that no one can SEE you growing, but you very clearly look pregnant when you obviously weren’t the last time your classmates saw you. i’d guess you’re expanding at a rate of a month of gestation every three hours or so, and you’re definitely carrying more than one.

it certainly doesn’t help that your outfit is about as far from obscuring your figure as your wardrobe can get. when you sit down, you can hear seams stretching ominously.

- 🦑

I’ve been keeping track of my cycle for long enough now that i don’t think twice about letting you fill me up, even begging for it, pleading dumbly for you to breed me while im completely drunk on pleasure.

we both like when you keep your hand on my belly after sex, so of course you notice when i start swelling. im already asleep by then, and you don’t mention it in the morning - you just look at me in the mirror while i check the bloating, before we both move on with our days.

the bloating doesn’t go down. im a little self conscious of how tight my shirt is around it, and my jeans are fairly tight, like always, and if i weren’t in classes i would have them unbuttoned by now. I ignore it the best i can. my stomach isn’t upset or anything, if anything im more hungry than usual, so im having lunch when i start feeling flutters inside me.

i finish eating and rush to the bathroom, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling up my shirt — which feels even tighter than it was before — enough to see how obviously swollen I’ve gotten. i rub my hands over my belly a few times, making sure I’m not imagining it. im not.

i can’t do anything until im done with classes for the day. At least, I try to finish classes. i make it through my next one, but my third and final class of the day is interrupted by the seams of my jeans tearing - and not quietly, either. i go bright red and excuse myself, heading straight home after that.

by the time we’re both home, im five, maybe sixth months along, size-wise — though i look well past full term. im surprised my shirt lasted as long as it did, though the seams on that tear during my commute back home.

we have at least another nine hours left. and, past the concern, im indescribably turned on.

it’s not like i can get any more pregnant if we spend the next nine hours breeding, right?

[prettylittleghostt]

concept: it's like regular pregnancy, except you blow up to full-term size right away, and then you're just... that big. for nine months

[prettylittleghostt]

making out and whimpering “please” between each kiss while i grind my clothed wet cunt against your bulge

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[prettylittleghostt]

we talk a lot about butches being cockwarmed by femmes while working on the computer or playing videogames, but what about femme gf playing with their nintendo while their butch eats them out slowly?

it’s a rainy day and we’re both cozy wearing comfy clothes still in bed together and i’m playing with my switch, so i’m not giving you enough attention. you start caressing my sides and my thighs over my clothes but soon you’re sliding a hand under my shirt. you keep teasing me with soft and gentle touches until you see how you’re starting to affect me when i bite my lips, when i take a deep breath and when i try to press my thighs together.

“keep playing baby, don’t stop” that’s what you order me right before your fingers go for my waistband to take my pants off and position yourself between my legs, spreading me. you lean your head on my thigh and you’re so close to my throbbing core that i can feel your breath against my wetness, making me squirm. “focus on the game, princess” you say before pinning me down to our bed and running your nose over my clothed cunt getting intoxicated by my scent. i'm so focused now that by the time i realize i already have my panties off and you’re kissing, nibbling and running your tongue all over my inner thighs and around my soaked folds.

when i finally moan you slow down a little until you find the perfect pace to tease me just enough before it is too much. you go like that for minutes as i keep playing but every time it gets harder to focus on the game with your head between my legs and your mouth devouring me with a torturously slow pace until i’m whining “please”.

“please what? use your words babygirl”

[prettylittleghostt]

My favourite kind of sex is just holy shit I want you so bad sex. The kind where you are both just so into it that there's no clear idea of who's in charge, just pure lust. So much tension that you just can't keep your hands off of one another, and the only thing you can both think about is how the other person tastes. It's so much chaos and I think about it so much <3

[prettylittleghostt]

Hearing them moan for the first time ~ Not whining, not whimpering, none of those sweet, needy noises. A low moan escaping their mouth from deep down, thick and guttural - in absolute disbelief about how good I'm making them feel. Ughhh.

[prettylittleghostt]

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You’re so cute. The way you get needy and desperate to be inside me and beg to be<333 thanking me over and over when I finally let you fuck me<3333 the way you get even more desperate when you’re close and lose yourself in fucking me and get all grabby with me while making delicious noises and moaning my name how good I feel ily ily ilyyyyyyyyy💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[prettylittleghostt]

yeah? do you like the early or later days better? 🥺 talking about the early days makes me think about sitting on the edge of the mattress with my hand over my tummy, biting my lip with worry because you said you could pull out in time... but it's nothing, right? the later days seem to come very quickly, or at least they look like they do; i bet by the end of the second month i'd look like you filled me with triplets at least

ughghhhgh you can't make me CHOOSE

the early days just have a palpable sense of potential, waiting with bated breath to see the slightest changes in your body... did your shirt always fit this tight? are you just feeling wonky because you're imagining it, stressing about it so much, or is it because you're packed full of my babies and just don't know yet?

and then when you really do start growing, and it's early enough that there's no way to get a solid number, but just based on how fast you're filling out in just a couple weeks, it's a lot. you're still small enough to fit most of your wardrobe, but each morning you wake up and are reminded that those days are numbered and quickly dwindling. you're really, really pregnant.

you had a lot of thoughts about what you wanted to do this year. traveling, studying, all sorts of self-improvement. but, when you hit the second trimester and rolling out of bed in the morning is becoming a full-body workout, you know full well what you're really going to be doing this year.

growing.

[prettylittleghostt]

i have nails…. you have a back….. interesting

[prettylittleghostt]

Grinding is actually so hot. Such a desperate need for friction but not wanting to go the next step yet - maybe because you shouldn't. But the need is so overwhelming, the scent drawing you in, needing to taste her, needing to kiss and groan and touch her. Hearing them, their voice, their breath, feeling them between your legs, their heat on yours, pressing, grinding, massaging, needing more. Needing more. Feeling like you're so close but just not close enough yet. Harder. Softer. Slowly. Eye contact. Breathless kisses.

Unf 😩

[prettylittleghostt]

yes, yes, i am a huge fan of that rhythmic “uh uh uh” grunt that boys do when you’re fucking them.

I would like to add the “nnnnghhohhhmy godddd” they bellow when you slow down for a moment and focus on one sensitive spot.

[prettylittleghostt]

dom teasing me about how quickly i cum

“oh sweetie are you gonna cum already? does this feel too good? you can’t handle it? you need it? god that’s adorable…”

me just writhing and whining while they get me closer and closer without telling me to let go. see exactly how close i can get before i cry.

“oh kitten you’re about to cum aren’t you? if i told you to cum you would right away. so good and obedient for me. show me how much you want to cum. beg for it. i’m not slowing down so you better beg. that’s it. such a good girl whining and begging with your tongue out”

at this point my face would be covered in drool and sweat and tears as i desperately try not to cum without permission while i whine and beg.

“oh you’ve been such a good girl. you really need it? you really wanna cum? yeah? yeah? i know kitten. i know. you’ve been so good.

10…”