Sup Forums pregnant girls

There should be more pregnant women in comics and cartoons, like Spider-woman or that hero girl from the movie Juno. Also, post Sup Forums pregnant girls.

Rule: off-screen pregnancy doesn't count. Post just on-screen examples.

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Here's a clip from the short-lived show Stripperella.

>she was not the main character

I like the way you think user

unfortunately my sfw folders are limited

>you would kill your son?
And he did it!

>someone else made a "pregnancy in comics" thread

Well I'm at work so I can't post anything but I'll be keeping an eye on this

>pregnancy in comics
And cartoons

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Does that women from the Weekenders count? She must've been carrying that thing for over a year.

Would you hit a pregnant super villain?

define "hit"

what episode is this?

personally? No. I don't have powers.

>my sfw folders are limited
Luckily sfw is all I deal in.

>Doronjo was never pregnant

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youtu.be/89oLITFG8eA

you are aware that pregnancy only shows for a few months, right?
you can't permanently have a pregnant character....

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This boy never heard of sliding time scales.

Context?

Ha ha, time for /d/!

I wouldn't be surprised if there's some underground feminist comic out there about some woman's problematic pregnancy
expecting women could read it and see that all that weird shit is normal.

they have comics about cancer and AIDS and a lot of other stuff

if this hasn't been done some preggers woman should journal everything and make it.

Oh, that Kirkman.

Did she die?

Naw, she fine.

Honorary Sup Forums

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IIRC, that wasn't actually Obama's baby. It was Biden's.

I've been out of the loop for a long time.
Did that seriously happen?

>Goku not knowin how babies are born
Fuck everything, but I believe it.

I'm with Berus on this one.

>Did that seriously happen?
Yes. And the "Goku is a shit father" meme is canon now

Holy shit that is awful

>Why? You're not the one giving birth.
Fuck I'm having deviantART flashbacks

But who will win in a pregnant Bikini contest?

Kek

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i should really number these so I can tell the order easy.

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this one probably goes before that one.

Birthday pic, then this one.

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There more too it but the order is a mess. At any rate you got enough to google it. That's how I found it.

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CUTE

Jesus Christ. I thought him being a shit dad was just a DBZ Abridged thing.

Also doesn't help that I read that in Abridged Goku's voice

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Source?

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Fixed

Maybe there's a reason I never payed attention to DB Super

>Anne Frank is sitting packed in a cattle car full of Jews somewhere deep within Germany
>she cradles her swollen stomach and quietly weeps, consumed by fear for her family, for Peter, for her unborn child, and for herself
>she hears the most unusual of sounds, a bugle call
>"CHAAAAARRRGGGEEE"
>the roar of gunfire, galloping horses, and the cacophony of what can only be described as a foxhunt yip mixed up with a banshee squall erupts, echoing throughout the countryside
>in the darkened car, Anne and other occupants listen in a mixture of terror and hope
>"Could it be a rescue?"
>Anne presses her eyes up to a hole in the wall of the car, trying to get a better view
>she sees an SS soldier firing his MP40 wildly
>the sudden cleave of a saber takes his head clean off, spraying Anne's eyes with blood like that flashback scene from Samurai Jack
>the door flings open
>a tall and imposing figure wearing a pair of riding boots leaps into the car, turns, and extends his arm out to Anne
>Anne accepts and is swiftly pulled from the car and into the sunlight
>it takes a few moments for her eyes to readjust after spending over a day in a darkened railcar
>its General George Patton
>"Sorry about the delay miss, old Monty kept us held up with his absurd plan to seize some bridges over the Rhine."
>Anne looks around
>soldiers in grey uniforms wearing a mix of cowboy hats and kepis are dismounting from their horses and using axes to destroy the locks on the doors of the other cars
>a ghostly-like bearded man in an impeccable hat with a Colonel's insignia on his uniform rides up
>Patton immediately salutes him
>it's John S. Mosby, Patton's childhood mentor
>disgusted at how the Germans would lock an expectant mother in a boxcar like an animal, Mosby unholsters an M1851 Colt Navy revolver and tosses it to Anne
>"You'll probably need this more than I will."
>he rides off without another word

>some days later
>Anne is creeping through the darkened hallways of the Grafeneck Euthanasia Centre
>she snuck inside after carjacking a Gemeinnützige Krankentransport
>the encounter with these strange Americans whose chivalry and code of honor seem like something from an Old West film has inspired a newfound confidence in Anne, who now fights so that her baby will never know the terror and tyranny of the Swastika
>She has one hand firmly gripped on her Colt Navy, and the other protectively holding her belly
>as she creeps along, she can hear the screaming and the stench of carbon monoxide come a makeshift gas chamber on the floor above
>she clenches her teeth in growing fiery rage, knowing that the victims are mostly children and mentally disabled adults incapable of defending themselves
>she creeps up on the stairs and comes across an SS-Schütze with his back turned
>she produces a fighting knife, given to her by a man named Bowie, and slams it into the trooper's spine, killing him
>withdrawing the blade, she continues to creep toward a half-open door with the light on
>she can hear incoherent cries for help from the room, there's still someone alive that she can save.
>she breaks into a waddle down the hallway, as she can't exactly run
>finally reaching the door, she pulls back the hammer on her revolver, and kicks the door open with all her strength
>inside, she can see a black-haired SS officer in a lab coat holding a syringe and a hapless lad restrained on a gurney
>it's Karl Brandt
>without thinking, Anne fires her revolver into Brandt's head, painting the white walls red
>as the wretched SS officer crumbles to the ground, Anne enters the room and walks up to Brandt's would-be victim
>a young man not much older than her, frail, pale, with a badly deformed jaw, and yelping incoherent words in terror
>it's Charles II of Spain

>before the war, Anne would have found him repulsive, but witnessing the cruelty the Nazis displayed toward the weak and misshapen firsthand has stirred a new sense of altruism in her. She's willing to come to the aid of all those who live under the Nazis' terror, regardless of their color or deformity.
>Anne holsters her revolver and unties Charles II from the gurney and offers him her hand
>"Come with me if you want to live"
>fighting the pain in his jaw, Charles utters a simple "thank you" and takes her hand
>Anne leads him back down the hall to the stairwell
>a fireteam of SS guards, alerted by the gunshot appear running up from the previous floor
>Anne gets the drop on them and kills the first two with a pair of well placed headshots
>her next trigger pull lands on empty chamber
>Anne sees her short life and the life her child could've had flash before her eyes as the third SS soldiers takes aim
>Bang!
>Anne watches the soldier tumble back down the stairs, bleeding to death
>she turns her head to see Charles holding a smoking Kar 98k he pulled from the guard Anne had stabbed to death earlier
>"I... Good... Shot."
>"That's a good skill to have in these times."
>Anne finishes reloading her Colt Navy and takes the lead once more
>the pair make it outside and hide behind a corner as more German soldiers rush in through the front door
>"fools" Anne says under her breath
>Anne and Charles eventually reach a motor pool where Anne had parked the bus she had jacked earlier
>Anne takes the wheel and Charles takes cover in the back with the rifle just in case German sentries notice
>Anne drives the bus right past a platoon of SS troopers as they rush inside the building
>Anne quietly looks at a watch in her pocket
>"Any moment now..."
>A bag loaded with dynamite she had dumped in a crematorium oven earlier overheats as the flames build around it
>Grafeneck is suddenly engulfed in a fiery explosion as the bus disappears into the open countryside
>end of issue 1

>Anne leads Charles II though the Teutoburg Forest, having ditched the bus on the Autobahn
>Dawn is approaching
>Anne suddenly stops and quietly whistles the chorus of an old Jewish folk song
>/k/ommandos with rifles suddenly appear from innawoods
>it's the Bilenski brothers
>"Yet another stray Anne?"
>"As always."
>"At this rate, you're gonna put Esther to shame."
>"I don't care if I'm the new David and I have to slay Goliath six million times, as long the Reich's still out there and still hurting people, I'll save as many as I can."
>Anne feels the baby kicking in her womb, reminding her of the burden she carries
>she wants nothing more than that one thing that soothes her aching belly and drives the nazis from her mind for but a few precious moments
>"Now tell me, where is my lovely Peter."
>"Looking to part your Red Sea for your little Moses ehhh?"
>Anne holds back the urge to laugh. "You could say that."
>"By the house."
>"Danke."
>Anne and Charles move past the sentries and continue on a beat down path.
>the two eventually reach a clearing
>Anne sees her father scolding a pair of new recruits for firing a mortar short
>"You just killed two of your best friends, while Adolf and Dummkopf continue to hose our line!"
>at last they reach an abandoned farmhouse
>only sign that its inhabited is a strange flag hanging on the doorway
>The Americans had gifted the Jews with a spare battle flag before parting ways. Saying they "needed a new one anyways."
>A light red square with two blue bars crossing each other diagonally in an X-shape. 13 white stars adorn the bars.
>Impressed with the design, Anne's mother had carefully removed the white stars and replaced them with the yellow Stars of David she collected from other occupants' clothes. Instead of wearing the colors of their oppressors, they would now fly them as a gesture of defiance.
>Anne opens the door and leads Charles II inside

>In the darkened building, only lit by the approaching sunlight, Anne's sister Margot is busy bandaging the head of a wounded fighter
>it's Moshe Dayan
>"I trust that... Scratch hasn't made you useless."
>"Hardly my dear, it's just an eye. God saw fit to grace me with a spare."
>Edith is repairing an "appropriated" German uniform, sewing patches in the bullet holes, removing the insignia, and attaching a crude Star of David in its place.
>Margot speaks up "Back from another adventure Anne?"
>"As always."
>"Who's your... (seeing Charles' deformed appearance) friend?"
>"This is Charles of Spain"
>Charles nervously utters "Hel-hello"
>"Pleased to meet you."
>Anne interrupts "Well mom, how 'bout you get him settled. Where is my lovely little Peter."
>Edith is dismayed, "must you do this every time you go out? You need to rest. For the baby."
>"I insist."
>Edith sighs, "just like your father, he's in the back."
>"Danke"
>Anne turns waddles away
>Edith turns to Charles, "my goodness, you're filthy, let's get you cleaned up."
>Peter van Daan is attempting repair a captured German radio
>Anne barges in already trying to tear off her comically small dress. She takes a quick look out the window as if lost in thought for a brief moment and then turns. Her belly and popped button look like an imitation of her breasts.
>"I don't care if my water's about to break" as she straddles him
>"I need your pistol, Pete."
>meanwhile in the next room
>Edith is trying in vain to clean out Charles II
>"Oy vey! I've never seen a peasant so filthy. Let alone royalty!"
>Charles whimpers and complains as she tries to brush his skin, "I h-hate b-bathing"
>"At least brush your hair!"
>the sound of moaning begins to echo from the next room
>it gets louder
>the unmistakable sound of pounding flesh and screams of elation follows
>"Wh-whats that?" Charles asks, utterly oblivious
>Margot facepalms
>"Hormones"

Mother of Champions.

if people were flags you would be the confederate one

>Anne straddles Peter with her massive belly resting against his
>"she gets heavier every time we do this I swear" he thinks
>she grabs him with both hands and suddenly he stops thinking
>andrealine and hormones mix to make a potent cocktail
>at first, she goes slowly, then first slowly because she's so heavy, then faster
>she thrusts herself into Peter faster and harder
>the two are moaning louder and louder
>they were forced to cover each other's mouths the night their child was conceived, but now they're free to vocalize their passion
>"Will you two quiet down?!" an annoyed voice barks from the next room
>Anne and Peter are too lost in each other to even hear it
>At last, Peter reaches his climax and expels his seed into Anne
>Anne throws her head back in elation, exhaustion overcomes her and she passes out
>Peters helps her fall by his side and loses conscious
>hours pass
>Anne and Peter are awakened by banging on the door
>the sun is setting, they've been asleep all day
>Anne barely has enough time to pull the covers over her naked body before her father barges in carrying a steel box
>"Father! Can't you give us some privacy?"
>"You know, this wouldn't happen if the two of you found a different place to use as a love nest"
>"Well at least give us a minute to make ourselves decent again" she utters as she struggles to pull her dress back on.
>"Tell me daughter, if anyone less useful you could've rescued from that castle?"
>"What are you talking about?"
>"Charles is bar none, one of the most infantile people I've ever seen. He's a dummkopf if there ever was one."
>"He saved my life."
>"All the same, being a good shot isn't worth a damn thing if you can't even clean your gun."
>"There's another thing" as he opens the steel box and pulls out a 50mm mortar round and a piece of paper.
>"Who is this O. Schindler and why is he always sending you love letters and ammunition?"
>"Uhhh..."
>the radio hums to life before she has a chance to answer

H-How... How did you know?

>"Does anyone read me on this net?"
>Anne answer the radio
>"I read you loud and clear."
>"Excellent. I take it this is the infamous one known as Anne Frank I'm speaking to?"
>"It is."
>"Perfect, this is RAF Bomber Command Chief Arthur Harris."
>"Bomber Harris?" Anne asks excitedly
>Harris snorts as if insulted, "Is there any other?! I hope not! It's a pleasure all the same. General Patton speaks highly of you."
>Anne blushes, "awww, thank you."
>"I'm sure Old George would appreciate the complement. Anyway let's get to the point. Since we both want to see the Jerries reap the whirlwind for everything they have done, I think we can help each other in accomplishing it that goal. I'd rather not ask you to put yourself or your family at risk, but circumstances require otherwise."
>Anne feels the baby kick, "I'm listening."
>"Very well my dear. We lost contact with one of our best operatives in the French Resistance several days ago near the town of Orléans. She has obtained information that may turn the tide of the war and we would very much appreciate it if you could help us get her back."
>"What's her name?"
>"Joan..."
>end of issue two

A pregnant woman engaging in adventures instead of staying at home is ridiculously irresponsible. There's no way to make that light-hearted and fun, it's inherently very dark.

I can't tell if Anne Frank user is just one really autistic guy or just a meme.

But it never stops being funny.
And really hot.

>I will ignore how comic women have superpowers
>I will ignore how a lot toon women have toon immortality
>I will ignore plot armor

Anyway, rate this outline for an exceedingly bad pregnant Anne Frank comic m'goys.

I also the outline for the plot of an erotic novel that takes itself somewhat more seriously if you want to take a look at it.

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Nah, it's hot

There's a couple of us. I mainly hang on Sup Forums, /k/, /his/, Sup Forums, and here. Another is on Sup Forums, /n/, /hr/, /his/, and Sup Forums.

>I'll have plenty more babies
>Vegeta's face when

>A pregnant woman engaging in adventures instead of staying at home is ridiculously irresponsible.

Except when she's fighting for her children's very survival. In which case, she's just following her motherly intuition.

Speaking of which, if you're a drawfag, a nine month pregnant Anne Frank wielding an M1841 Mississippi rifle would be great.

So uhh... Can we get a drawfag to do pregnant Juno porn? Anne Frank didn't even get pregnant and she gets to have preggo fetish porn of her. It's unfair that Juno be denied the same honor.

She's not even Sup Forums. Why won't you guys fuck off.

She's close enough.

How the fuck do you train under Master Roshi and not understand this stuff? At least Vegeta has somehow become integrated into earth culture.

MODS

go back new friend

Kys

>that anatomy

Kill yourself, ban-evading Argentinian.
KILL YOUR FUCKING SELF.
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this fucking thread

>Something wonderful has happened. Peter... I'm pregnant.

What do?

Assuming you don't post the cropped images yourself, how do you find the source so quickly? Using the 4chanx included reverse image search options revealed nothing for me. Your skills could be put to much better use identifying sources of cropped hentai doujin faces used as reaction images.

So would they beat her up of that wasnt the Presidents child?

Christ, Invincible is such edgy schlock.

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>canon, on-screen examples

Needs a Judge Dredd abortion. DREDD PUNCH!!!

You think that's edgy?

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what about Joe's wife from family guy? She was pregnant for quite a while

I know I've been away from comics, but what the hell?

It was a shitty edgy comic about a supervillain that no one liked and that I may have fapped to once

>What do?

Pound her until she pops