By FoxFaceStories

Celia wasn’t always a sexy e-girl making erotic videos that feature her pregnant belly. Once, she was a man who was addicted to exactly that kind of content. But after being cursed, she has to adjust to no longer being a consumer of sexy preggo videos, but instead a producer of them. Worse, it’s now the only source of income she can have . . .

Doomed to Show My Belly

It’s ridiculous how good I am at this now. Hell, I’m actually bloody efficient at it. It’s actually a bit of a laugh in some ways, because I used to think that e-girls and OnlyFans chicks and Insta thots and online hotties and so on all had it easy. Just take a couple of quick snaps of yourself in some sexy lingerie, maybe a video of you sticking out your chest and bam, that’s your work done for the day. Just upload them and watch the money stream in. It’s only now that I actually am an erotic e-streamer with a very particular niche that I realise just how fucking hard some of these girls actually work, me included.

The first thing is getting up out of bed. Oh, that’s easy, you say? Well, try getting up so you can catch the sunrise for the properly composed shots and to make the timezone for your best demographic. I’m an Aussie and most of my subscribers and donors are blokes who get home from work and jump straight on their computers to check out my latest content and jack off to me. That means I have to get my shots at the crack of dawn, do some good video content as well - maybe some stuff of me lying in bed looking sexy-sleepy, you know what I’m talking about - and then upload them to my computer, edit them where necessary, check the compositions, then upload them. And then I need to caption them, put them up on several different sites, decide what to paywall and what to leave as public, or some of my timed content that people pay for but becomes free after several months, yada yada yada.

And that’s not getting into the fact that I then need to decide what to wear for the day, and make sure I’m heading somewhere exciting where I can add more content. Cafes are good, so are docks and beaches, but during the winter season I need to spend money to travel. I also have to make sure I’m getting the right deals from sponsors, particularly clothing sponsors. I have to follow the rules when shilling maternity items. I then have to do my actual streaming content partway through the day, sometimes at night for my morning-in-the-USA fans who are on their weekends, and they can tune in and donate live while I dress up all scantily-clad for them and show off my big belly.

Oh yeah, did I say show off my big belly? 

Did I not mention that I’m not just a hot e-girl now, but one who is very much up the friggin’ duff? As in, my eggo is preggo. I’ve got a bun in my oven. I’m blowing up like a balloon. I’m a beached whale. I’m reproductive. I’m a baby machine. 

I’m fucking pregnant, is what I’m saying, and not a little bit either. Thirty weeks as of yesterday, and this is baby number three. So on top of all that I just mentioned, plus curating my media presence and talking to fans and engaging in the occasional online roleplay, I’ve also got to be a mom raising two-soon-to-be three kids. That means definitely not trying to be too provocative and sexy around them, for what should be bloody obvious reasons, and doing the breastfeeding, cooking and cleaning where necessary, taking them on little adventures and generally being there for them, and definitely making sure they don’t make it into the background of shots when I am posing for photos for my online content. At least my babydaddy Jacob is there to share the burden with me, or else I’d be well and truly fucked.

Though I guess getting fucked by him is what got me in this situation a little, isn’t it?

I feel like I’m introducing you halfway through the story. Sorry, that’s my scrambled preggo brain for you. That’s another hoop I’ve got to jump through each day, not that you can really jump too well when you’ve got boobs out to here and a belly out to over there. If you’re seeing this post, it means you’ve paid the very top dollar for my ultra-private content. Yes, you also get that video of Jacob taking me on the bed while I lay on my bed and clutch my big sexy belly. Well done you. Hope you enjoy that one, because I am not gonna make that much porno content. At least, I hope not. Anyway, I’ve decided to make this post for my highest donors to see, and that means you, I guess. This is my confession and my explanation. I doubt you’ll believe it. You’ll probably think I’m just doing some fetishistic roleplay content for all you sexy preggo lovers out there. I guess it kinda reads that way, huh?

But I assure you, it’s not.

I wasn’t always Celia Foxx, and I wasn’t always doomed to show my belly to you, much as I do it now. I mean hell, just yesterday I uploaded that vid of me moaning like I was having an orgasm while I buttered up my belly for all to see. You probably thought I was just some super sexy Asian chick with big EE-cup boobs, a hot face, and an ultra breeding kink, right?

Dead wrong.

My name was Chen Anderson. Yeah, I was always Asian at least, no change there, though my face wasn’t so ‘exotic’ looking as it is now. You know what I mean by that. The slim eyes, the mysterious pout, the demure expressions, the silky straight hair. I’m definitely fulfilling a stereotype for you mostly-white guys these days, aren’t I? But did you know that it used to be my fantasy instead? Yeah, I was super into preggo content. I mean, I was way into it. I had entire folders measured in the tens of gigabytes on my computer, all featuring hot chicks with big swollen bellies. I’m talking famous celebrities, models, TV reporters, Instagram chicks, TikTok girls, even candids taken of random preggo ladies in grocery stores. Hell, I even took some photos myself. Yeah, gross, I know. But I bet you guys understand. I mean, c’mon, you’re telling me you wouldn’t take photos of my sexy preggo bod if you saw me walking around in public?

Yeah, I thought so. It happens more often to me than you think. When I notice, I even find myself compelled to pose for them.

Getting a woman big and knocked up was the ultimate fetish for me, and I longed to hold a woman’s hot belly and squeeze her milk-filled breasts, all while knowing I was going to knock her up again and again and again. It gave me such a hard-on, and I can’t count the number of tissues I filled up by jacking off to hot pregnant sheilas on the internet. I visited all kinds of sites, but it wasn’t enough for me. You see, I did something very naughty. I started downloading photos of some of my female friends and I used Photoshop and AI to edit them so that they were pregnant. Somehow, that was the hottest idea of all; seeing my female friends pregnant even in edited form, and imagining it was me who got to hug and hold their bellies and keep them ripe and filled.

Somehow, Samantha found out. I don’t know how she did it, but I guess being a secret witch meant that she had magical safeguards up or something. Either way, I suddenly get a call from her one day, in the midst of jacking off to her edited preggo photos no less, and the words she said to me I’ll never, ever forget, because she magically seared them into my mind so I’d always remember them.

“Hey there, Chen. I know you’re masturbating to a gross photoshopped image of me right now, and I know you’ve uploaded several others to online kink sites. Don’t try to deny it, and don’t even try to hang up, because you can’t, thanks to my magic. That’s right, Chen, I’m a witch. I know you don’t believe in magic, most people don’t, but you’re all wrong. It exists, and right now it exists to punish YOU. How dare you be so skeevy as to not only masturbate to photos of a woman you pretend to be the friend of, but to take candids of her and then fucking EDIT them to make her part of your preggo breeding fetish. How many other female ‘friends’ do you do this with? All of them, I bet. And then to upload them for other people to see, and to even use AI to put me and the others in fucking lingerie! Are you kidding me? Well, it’s time to turn the tables. From now on you’re the one who’s going to be putting on a display for me. You’re the one who’s going to be the subject of all those e-girl streams I know you watch obsessively. And you’re the one who's going to know what it’s like to flash a big growing belly for an audience of men who are INTO THAT. Goodbye, CELIA. I’ll make sure to tune in for one of your sexy streams one day. Enjoy the lingerie . . . and good luck with all our future births!”

Those are the exact words she said to me.

The words that doomed me, because sure enough as soon as she hung up I started to change into the woman you now know me as. Celia Foxx, with my big juicy tits and my perfect hourglass figure and that sultry face I know you all love to imagine locking lips and tongues with. But it was worse than that, my entire reality changed so that I can never ever prove this story. Everyone thinks I’ve always been Celia, not to mention the kind of gal who just loves showing off her body for clicks. I couldn’t help myself; the magical compulsions forced me to start stripping down to my new sexy black lingerie straight away and start my poses. When I posted my first caption, the words I typed scared the hell out of me.

‘Taking what I hope will be my last pre-pregnancy features, because I’m heading to the club to get knocked up TONIGHT! WOOO!!!’

And I did, too. I fucked a heap of guys on that very first night. I know you all think that I’ve just got a huge kink for being bred, and I do, but that’s only because of the curse on me. When I’m horny - which is often - I just feel this utter ache to get super knocked up so I can post lots of content of my growing belly. That first pregnancy was just to some random guy, but as you know, my next kid and the one currently growing inside of me belong to my boyfriend Jacob. I needed to end up with someone who had a huge breeding kink and wanted to act on it, otherwise I was going to be in serious trouble. If you read this Jacob, please believe me. You’ll be the Dad to all my future babies and I’ll let you take all the hot videos and photos you want, but I need to tell the truth. I was originally a man, and a witch cursed me to be your perfect preggo girl, not just for you but for everyone else reading this post and viewing my pics.

That’s why I’m doomed to show off my belly all the time. That’s why I’m always wearing outfits that stretch tight against it. That’s why I’m on my third pregnancy despite the fact that I’m only twenty two years old. It’s why I’m going to keep getting knocked up so many fucking times, because I can’t stop making hot steamy content for you. It’s why I got a hot tub installed in the backyard thanks to all your donation money, so you can see me in my bikinis, my big round stomach out for you to see while I rub it and caress it and fucking moan while I do so. It’s why I post videos of me pretending to go into labour, and why I make content of me trying on different sexy maternity wear. I can’t not do any of this, and whenever I reach out to Samantha to beg to turn me back, she just laughs and says she’s adding another baby to my list of future children, not to mention upping the chance of me having twins.

God, twins. I bet you’d all like to see me all big and heavy with twins, wouldn’t you? My tits would get even bigger, and I’d make so much hot content for you. Fucking oath, my body wants that right now. Maybe after I push out this one and get five or six months’ rest, I’ll be able to blow up like a balloon again, make more hot preggo content. It’s not like I can stop. 

Anyway, that’s my story. I’m an e-girl now. I’m Celia Foxx, and I make hot pregnancy content for you all to enjoy. But I wasn’t always this way, though I’m starting to think I’ll never be my original self ever again. Samantha turned me into a baby-making machine who can’t help but show off her body, and Jacob doesn’t mind my career at all. In fact, he films half of it, and takes my photos too. I think he wants to keep me knocked up for as many years as possible, and with the money I’m making, I’m scared we’ll actually be able to afford all the babies he’ll put in me. The truth is, so long as I’ve got an audience who loves watching my belly grow each week and me showing it off, I’ll be getting up the duff over and over again for the foreseeable future. So the next time you masturbate to me, which might well be tonight, at least try to believe me and know who I used to be. And certainly don’t do what I did, or you’ll be rubbing your belly and moaning erotically to the camera for hours each week like I am.

Well, I hope you enjoyed my story. It’s real, even if you don’t believe it. But if this account didn’t interest you, or you think I’m crazy, I might as well remind you of the rest of my content coming this month. I’m doomed to show off my sexy pregnant body, so here’s some of what’s coming soon:

LIVE: Hot Tub Q&A with Celia in a Bikini - Tuesday 11th, 7PM AEST 

Help Me Try On My Old Non-Maternity Outfits - Wednesday 12th

LIVE: Roleplay (Platinum Tier) my Labor - Thursday 9PM AEST

Lingerie Photoshoot #56: New, Purple & Crotchless - Friday 13th

Watch Jacob Touche & Massage My Belly - Saturday 14th

Pregnant Poses (Topless Edition) (Platinum Tier) - Sunday 15th

With all the love from me to you, my fans, subscribers, donors, and fellow breeding kink fans,

Celia Foxx

The End