Stratford Noire: Day 03 by Sidkid44 My cover image for Part 3 of mezz-morph’s amazing belly fiction, Stratford Noire! Be sure to head over to my dA to comment and favorite it!
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Stratford Noire: Day 03 by Sidkid44 My cover image for Part 3 of mezz-morph’s amazing belly fiction, Stratford Noire! Be sure to head over to my dA to comment and favorite it!
Morning After
When you wake up, he’s gone. Perfect; you hate it when they stick around for breakfast. If you had to feed all the guys you hook up with, you’d have to ask your parents for money twice as often.
You get up and walk across your studio apartment, remembering last night. He was pretty decent, you muse. Strangely quiet, but well-endowed. And he had nice eyes. Dark brown, almost black.
You’re about to open the fridge for some orange juice when you notice a note stuck to the door.
“In all my years, I’ve never slept with anyone as selfish as you. You took what you needed, while barely paying attention to your lover. Well, if touching me is such a chore, then by all means, touch yourself instead. Incidentally, I’ve left you a gift; it’s hidden now, but I’ve no doubt you’ll find it soon.”
“Touch yourself instead”? God, what a creep. You glance around your pigsty of an apartment, but you have no idea where he might have hidden his “gift.” He sounds pissed off… it better not be something disgusting. Oh well, no time to worry about it now. You need to stop by the pharmacy before your shift, so you’d better get moving.
On your way to the bathroom, you take a moment to admire your naked figure in the full-length mirror: you’re five foot three, ninety pounds soaking wet, with a toned stomach and surprisingly perky C-cups. Your long hair is dyed platinum blonde, but with two inches of dark roots. As for your face, your naturally youthful features have always made you seem younger than you actually are, an effect you happily reinforce via regular Brazilian waxes.
Less than an hour later, you’re heading out in one of your typically eclectic outfits: short, fitted unicorn tee you’ve had since middle school, black pleated miniskirt, combat boots, and an oversize army jacket left behind by a previous conquest. You’re going to get a morning after pill, an errand which for you is about as mundane as doing laundry. Yes, you should use proper birth control, but you tend to forget to take it, or lose your pills somewhere, or put off refilling it, and you hate sex with a condom. You just can’t be bothered with prevention – your style is “fuck first, fix later.” Still, after a couple of close calls, you now use a prescription-only morning after pill that’s a bit more reliable than the standard kind. The prescription part used to be a hassle, until you found a doctor who practically hands over his prescription pad in exchange for a blowjob in the examination room. Now, you always have a few in your wallet ready to go.
The drugstore is pretty busy today. You line up at the pharmacy counter with your creased prescription slip. While you wait, you look around and notice a heavily pregnant woman picking up an order at the end of the counter. The pharmacist is explaining something to her, and she’s listening to him while rubbing the bottom of her belly through her stretchy maternity dress. You wrinkle your nose. What is the deal with pregnant ladies and constantly groping themselves in public? Don’t they have any dignity? Ugh. You turn away and reflexively smooth your t-shirt down over your tight stomach, finishing with a self-congratulatory pat.
After dropping off your prescription, you find an empty chair in the waiting area. It’s metal and plastic, with awkward armrests, but you settle in and start mindlessly scrolling through content on your phone. Meanwhile, the fingertips of your unoccupied hand lightly stroke your abdomen through your shirt.
Only a few minutes pass before you feel a sudden wave of nausea. You get up and walk quickly to the back of the store, through a staff-only door and into a small bathroom, where you immediately throw up your Cheerios into the toilet.
Strange – you didn’t drink any more than usual last night, and you felt fine when you woke up. Maybe it’s some bug going around. Whatever it is, you don’t feel much better even after emptying your stomach. You drink some water from the sink and splash some on your face, then step back to look at yourself. Frowning, you turn sideways and lift up your shirt. It almost seems like you’ve put on weight around your midsection. Nothing drastic, but you could swear you’re a few inches thicker at navel height than you were this morning. It looks like the very start of a potbelly. Well, it’s probably just water weight… maybe you’re eating too much salt, and the nausea was related to that.
You still feel shaky, but since the dingy bathroom atmosphere isn’t helping matters, you decide to walk around the store for a bit. Maybe there’s a vitamin or something that can help with your digestion or ward off the flu. You slip a basket over your arm, find the nutritional supplements aisle, and start taking bottles off the shelves to examine the labels. As you concentrate on this, you absently slip your left hand under your shirt and begin caressing your stomach horizontally from hip bone to hip bone; it’s a comforting, almost hypnotic sensation. So much so that even though it would be helpful to use that hand to compare two products or to consult reviews on your phone, the thought of taking your left hand away from its caressing duties doesn’t occur to you.
You browse the entire supplements aisle, dropping a few items into your basket. Before heading for the checkout, you feel the urge to adjust the waistband of your skirt, which feels quite tight. You look down… and the basket clatters to the ground. Not only is your stomach sticking out past your boobs, it doesn’t seem like a normal stomach at all: as you run your hands over it in disbelief, you feel a continuous curve from just below your boobs to just above your crotch. Why would belly fat stretch up to your boobs? What the hell is going on, and how did it get so bad, so quickly?
You’re still uncomfortable, so you tug your skirt down a bit so that the waisband sits right at the start of your belly. The pressure is relieved, but now, the underside of your belly is slightly visible because of your short t-shirt. Exposed abs are one thing, but a belly curve? You’re not walking around like that. You zip up your army jacket and quickly head back to the pharmacy, shopping basket abandoned. Forget your shift: as soon as you get this pill, you’re going straight to the gym.
The pharmacy is even busier than before. You approach the counter and try to catch a pharmacist’s attention, as other customers patiently lining up give you dirty looks and “tsk”s. When you finally make eye contact with one, you start to explain that you’re in a rush, and could your order maybe be hurried along a bit? The pharmacist looks annoyed: “Miss, please sit down and wait for your name to be called.”
There are no empty seats now. You go off to the far end of the waiting area and lean against a wall, feeling stressed. Your stomach looks normal through your baggy army jacket, but you can’t help placing your hands over it, mentally measuring it, estimating how many pounds you’ve gained and how many calories you’ll need to burn to lose them. Just when you think you’ve got it figured out, you have doubts, feel for your bump again, and realize you were being overly optimistic before – it’s clearly bigger than that – so you start over. You must look like a crazy person, furrowing your brow and muttering while pressing and cupping your stomach from different angles.
After giving up on your calculations a third time, you make an exasperated noise and dig out your phone to call in sick. It takes a few rings for your colleague to pick up, and then another minute on hold before your supervisor comes on. You explain that you’re having stomach troubles and that you won’t be coming in. You want to end the conversation, but your supervisor starts sharing her home remedies for indigestion and then tells you all about how she cured her husband’s heartburn. You’re staring at a random product display, not listening, but planning your workout in detail while saying “uh huh” every so often. Finally, she decides to “let you get some rest” and hangs up.
You put away your phone, and only now do you realize that you were rubbing your belly through your jacket with your other hand during that entire conversation. You’ve been doing this quite openly and thoroughly, working away at the entire enlarged area. Jesus, why can’t you keep your hands off yourself today? You force them to hang at your sides, telling yourself that all this rubbing clearly isn’t helping. Besides, you don’t need to feel yourself to know that you’ve somehow gained even more weight while talking to your boss. The jacket is still baggy on your arms, but it’s being pulled forward just enough at the front to make your excess mass detectable, at least if you know to look there.
What the fuck is going on with that pill? It’s never taken this long before, or at least it’s never felt like it. Your stress levels keep rising, and you feel the overwhelming urge to soothe yourself by stroking your bump. You resist as long as you can, but finally, you decide that cupping the bottom with both hands is discreet enough. You place your hands there, fascinated by the springy resistance of the curved form; it really doesn’t feel like fat, does it? It’s incredibly difficult not to move your hands along it, so you concentrate on just moving your thumbs, tracing little circles into the canvas material where it starts to cling to the bump. You’re glad you wore this jacket today, but somehow, you also kind of wish you hadn’t…
“Miss? Would you like to sit down?”
A young man is touching your arm and gesturing to his seat. You almost refuse, but then you realize that it might be easier to disguise your belly if you’re sitting down, so you accept. You’re not sure why he offered you his seat, though – is he hitting on you or something? Apparently not, because he gives a warm smile and walks away. Strange.
You sit down and arrange the jacket so that it hides the curve as much as possible. It actually doesn’t look too bad, although you’ll have to keep your hands away from it to maintain the illusion. The urge to place your hands on or under your bump is intense, but you’re not going to ruin your concealment strategy by doing that, so you clutch your phone in both hands and start Googling aggressively: rapid weight gain, stomach sticking out, long belly boobs to crotch, can’t stop touching belly, belly growing fast why… Most of the search results are about pregnancy, which isn’t helpful at all, since this is happening too quickly to be a pregnancy. A few other possibilities pop up, but they don’t seem to match your symptoms that closely. Or maybe they do… you’re having trouble concentrating on what you’re reading. Your brain feels foggy and easily distracted. It takes most of your attention just to keep both hands on the phone.
You’ve only been sitting for a few minutes, but the hard plastic chair is becoming seriously uncomfortable. Your butt hurts, your thong is cutting into your bikini line, the armrests are hurting your elbows, and your bare thighs are sticking to the chair seat. You sigh and throw your phone back in your purse, trying to squirm your way into a more comfortable position without touching your bump. Your movement slightly disturbs the way you arranged the jacket earlier, so you try to recreate the effect. It looks fine, but… isn’t your belly a bit itchy? Now that you think of it, yes, it does feel quite itchy. Well, there’s nothing weird about a quick scratch in public, when necessary. You look around to make sure no one is looking at you, then quietly unzip the jacket.
Your bump doesn’t seem to have grown much since you sat down, which is a relief. Still, now that the jacket is open, you can see the extent of the problem. It’s almost like some kind of huge watermelon has been inserted vertically under your skin. One half bulges outward, stretching your perfect skin, while the other half presses into your internal organs. Your t-shirt is riding up now, exposing your navel, which you notice is unusually shallow. You’ll have to Google that symptom too. Still eyeing your situation, you begin to scratch the itchy underside and sides of your mass with both hands. The sense of relief is immediate, but you continue scratching yourself all over, even under your shirt, just to make sure the itch is really gone.
You’re considering making yourself stop when you feel movement inside your bump. It surprises you so much that you jerk your hands away. What a weird sensation! It feels like something is… swimming?… inside you. The movement subsides, then starts up again, then stops. You stare at your belly in amazement. Well… you’ve never been fat before, so maybe this is what all fat girls experience all the time. You never would have guessed that fat could move around, but you suppose it’s possible, at least if it’s this weirdly firm kind of fat you’re carrying. You’ll have to ask your trainer about it.
The strange sensation starts up again. You quickly place your hands over your belly, trying to feel the movement from the outside. The cool, taut skin quivers faintly under your fingertips. The vibrations feel incredible, and against your better judgement, you let yourself caress your belly while the movements continue, feeling endorphins spread through your entire body. You close your eyes to concentrate on your hands and their belly-stroking magic.
Then, something truly bizarre happens. You feel a little poke… from the inside of your belly. You gasp and place your hand on that area. There’s no mistaking it: something is pressing against your palm! Just as suddenly, another small shape appears next to it. And then the shapes start to… kick you. That’s the only word that seems right to describe it… kicking. You don’t understand what this means, but it’s a little scary. You want it to stop. You knead the area with the heel of your hand, hoping the kicks will calm down, but they only seem to get more excited under your touch.
You decide to ignore the kicks, but you’re too stressed and scared to stop comforting yourself. You bring your left hand down to your underside and cup it gently as you stroke from side to side, feeling the belly’s density and weight. With your right hand, you can’t help but finger your navel, which, sitting at the furthest and tightest point on your bump, is so stretched it looks like it’s disappearing. You’re not sure why, but you know it needs your attention now. And sure enough, after barely thirty seconds of teasing it with your thumb and index finger, it suddenly inverts with a supremely satisfying pop.
Your fingertips graze your freshly made outie, then tickle their way outward, back in again, then down, then to the side. Your left hand, too, starts to wander more freely, discovering the navel, encouraging it to inflate even more, then circling back to the underside. Closing your eyes and sighing, you let yourself slide forward in your seat and lean back, head resting against the wall, legs spread wide to give your hands better access to your underside, where a hard, round shape presses against your hand. You’re dimly aware that other customers can see up your miniskirt and are probably grossed out by your deformed body, but you can’t bring yourself to care; the kicks are becoming painfully violent, and the only thing you want to do in response is keep restlessly running your hands over your smooth, ever-increasing girth.
The t-shirt finally rides up as far as it can go, tucking itself in just under your boobs. You’re glad you didn’t have to waste a split second doing this yourself, because your hands are just too busy, having to cover more and more surface area. The idea of stopping is now totally inconceivable. The thing inside you gets bigger and stronger by the minute, and you know on some level that you should get up and seek medical attention, but your feverish rubbing feels so good that you’re not too worried about it. The skin on your belly is now so stretched that it’s gone numb to the touch. It’s almost like the enormous mound between your boobs and pussy is no longer a part of you, but is now a master you must keep fondling, no matter what…
Somewhere in the distance, someone calls your name.
Your head jerks up. Right – you came here to get the morning after pill. It seems like a distant concern now, but you don’t need a pregnancy on top of everything else, so you bring your legs together a bit, centre your feet under your knees, and sit up.
Or at least, you try to. Your belly is so full and dense, and its top and bottom curves are so far apart, that it forms an obstacle. Your back bounces back from the sudden resistance, hitting the plastic chair painfully. You try again, more slowly, but find you can’t do much. The top curve of your belly begins right at the bottom of your sternum, pushing your boobs up and out of its way and projecting forward in a dramatically horizontal arc, the large popped navel reaching just past your knees. The bottom curve, meanwhile, is already pressing into your thighs as much as it can; try as you might to bend forward, you can’t compress the belly at all. You try rocking your pelvis forward, hugging your mass, but it’s no use; the laws of physics keep you pinned to your seat. You fall back again and try to catch your breath, but soon gasp as powerful kicks threaten to crack your lower ribs; your energetic movements must have angered the thing that’s been steadily growing inside your bump.
You’re about to lie back and resume your delicious fondling when you hear your name called a second time, and again, you remember why you’re here. The only way out, you realize, is to pull yourself forward with the armrests. This will surely mean worse kicks than ever before, but you have to do it, and it’s now or never. Before you can change your mind, you seize both armrests and, in the same motion, drag your entire body forward until enough of your belly is past the edge of the seat that you can swing it downward. Once you’re able to bend at the waist, you use the armrests to push your ass up and off the chair. Having found your footing, but still bending forward from the belly’s weight, you place both hands at the small of your back. Finally, you slowly straighten your knees, engage your core, and lift.
The extent to which your spine arches backward to accommodate the weight as it shifts takes you by surprise, and you stagger back a bit, nearly falling backwards but managing to stay upright. It isn’t easy, since you now realize your feet are painfully swollen in their tightly-laced boots.
As predicted, you’re treated to furious kicks again, so you stand still for a moment, rubbing the sides of your enormous bump. The foot-shaped indentations that appear with each kick have tripled in size since you last saw them; they’re nearly as long as your palm. Does that mean the rest of what’s in there has tripled in size, too? The thought should horrify you, but doesn’t. Despite your fear, the pain of the kicks, your aching feet, back, hips, everything, you can’t help but moan softly as you firmly stroke your bloated flanks, eventually working your way down past your hips, cupping and massaging your incredibly full underside, then brushing back up the high dome and around your swollen breasts… You could keep doing this forever…
Suddenly, you feel a sharp pressure in your pelvis. You’re so shocked you can’t even react. You begin to rub again… and it happens again, even harder. This time, you let out a small wail as it happens. The pain in your back is worse than anything you’ve ever felt.
You blink back tears, wondering what to do, why this is happening.
You start to panic. Only one thing can calm you down. You place a trembling hand on the dark line stretching down from your navel, and very lightly caress the front of your naked bump…
The pain is beyond excruciating this time. Your knees nearly buckle under you, and your face contorts in pain as you let out a low, bovine moan.
When it ends, you want to rub so bad, but you stop yourself – you’re not sure it’s a good idea. Touching yourself made the pain happen, didn’t it? Your foggy brain tries to understand what’s happening. Yes, it does seem like touching yourself is what caused it. And come to think of it, the more you’ve touched yourself, the more you’ve… the more you’ve gotten…
I’ve left you a gift.
It’s hidden now.
But I’ve no doubt you’ll find it soon.
No…
It can’t be. Please, God, not that. It has to be something else… obesity, a tumour, anything…
Something hard suddenly grinds against your cervix. You yelp. Without thinking, you press a hand into the side of your belly.
A fourth contraction clenches your pelvis. Your knees buckle, but you manage to fall into the wall and support yourself at the last second. You cry out helplessly as the pain crests, much higher than last time, and then finally subsides.
The same voice calls your name again. Shaking, you look up at the counter.
The morning after pill… if you take it soon enough, it prevents pregnancy.
And this situation is… well, obviously, it can’t be a pregnancy, but it’s similar enough, right? The morning after pill could probably make it go away. It’s actually a pretty crazy coincidence that you came here today of all days.
You should definitely take that pill. Right now.
You push yourself away from the wall and begin to waddle toward the counter, one hand supporting your lower back, the other resting on your aching hip. The short, slow journey to the counter makes you short of breath, but you get there.
“I’m here,” you gasp as you reach the counter. Remembering your manners, you tug the hem of your shirt down your upper curve as far as you can – it barely covers anything, but at least you made an effort.
The pharmacist looks startled. He looks at his computer, then back at you, and repeats your name, unsure.
“Yes, that’s me. I’m here to pick up my morning after pill.”
He still looks skeptical. “Can… can I see some ID, miss?”
You dig through your purse and hand him your driver’s license. He frowns as he hands it back.
“I… I don’t think I can fill this prescription. I’m not sure why you decided to buy it today, but…”
“I got it today because it’s the morning after pill, and today is the morning after,” you say, a note of hysteria tinging your voice. “Can you please just give it to me?”
“I’m sorry, miss, but… I think there’s been a misunderstanding… You’re supposed to take it the day after you—”
“I know how to take it!” you shout. “I’ve taken this pill like fifty times! Just give it to me!”
He takes the paper bag with your name on it and places it securely under the counter. “I’m afraid I can’t let you take this in your condition. I think… I think you may need some rest, miss.”
At this, your last nerve snaps.
“Give me the fucking pill, asshole! I will get you so fucking fired if you don’t—ohh!…”
An audible pop is followed by the sound of water hitting linoleum. It happens so fast that you reach for your belly protectively.
Your fifth contraction is so sharp, and lasts so long, that you nearly pass out. When it’s over, water is still dripping down your skinny legs. Your breathing comes in short gasps.
“Oh my god,” you manage to say, gripping the edge of the counter so as not to slip in your own fluid. “What the fuck…? Look, can you please just give me the pill already, for fuck’s sake!”
“It’s too late, miss,” the pharmacist says kindly. “Your water’s just broken… please, let me drive you to the hospital.” While you’re still panting, he disappears, then returns on your side of the counter and tries to take your arm. You fling it away.
“I don’t want to go to the fucking hospital,” you growl. “Give me my pill.”
He says nothing, but makes another move to grab you.
“No! Stop!” You back away, again clamping a hand on your low-hanging belly.
The sixth contraction is merciless. Blinded by pain, you surrender to raw, animal fear, and before you can even register what’s happening, you feel yourself sink into a squat and push. After what seems like an eternity, you feel the massive head somehow force its way through your underdilated cervix, and then the contraction abruptly stops.
For a brief second, you think you might get some relief, but once your mind clears, you realize that the head is only halfway through your cervix, trapped between your womb and your birth canal. It’s in such an uncomfortable position that your thighs begin to spasm rapidly. You instinctively drop forward onto all fours, numb belly pressing into the ground, and try to shift your cervix around the head by moving your pelvis, but it’s no use – it’s jammed in place. The baby’s thick arms and legs thrash furiously behind it.
Hot tears drop from your eyes as you stare at the floor, moaning in pain between sobs. You continue rocking your pelvis back and forth – it doesn’t help, but stopping hurts more. Only a moment ago, you were at least able to stand… but now, you’re completely helpless. All because you pushed. You can’t believe you pushed. What came over you? You don’t want this. Whatever happens, you can’t push again. You need to end this whole nightmare before it’s too late.
Still trying to shift your hips around the unyielding pressure, you crane your neck up and find the pharmacist’s gaze. He’s standing a few feet in front of you, regarding you with a mix of pity and confusion.
“Hey,” you manage to croak out.
“Yes, miss? What is it?”
You clear your throat, trying to sound casual. Reasonable. Sweat drips from your pain-twisted face.
“The customer is always right,” you declare. “Th-that pill, it’s—m-mine. I have a prescription, right? You’re supposed to—anh. To give it to me. I need it. Like… now.”
“Miss, I can’t—”
“No more fucking excuses!” you snap. “It’s fucking coming out, okay? That’s your fucking fault! Get me the pill now so that I don’t get pregnant! Hurry the fuck up!”
“But… you’re already—”
“Are you deaf? I s-said I need the—need the pill! So go fucking g-g— shhhhh, ohh, god, it hurts…” You feel your desperation rising as the spasms intensify. “Just go get it… please… oh god, please…”
He looks at you for a moment, then turns away. “I’m going to call an ambulance.”
And he leaves.
“Nnno… come back!…” You keep vainly rocking your pelvis, crying. People have gathered in the pharmacy waiting area to stare at you, but no one approaches.
The head trapped in your cervix feels hopelessly big. You feel the baby jerk its whole body impatiently, causing waves of pain to surge through you.
You can’t take this anymore.
You need to move the head. Just a little bit. Just until it’s fully inside your birth canal. Then, maybe you’ll be able to get up and find the pill behind the counter.
You’ll need another contraction, and probably some help from gravity. You lift your tear-soaked face and slowly rise to a kneeling position, legs apart, carefully keeping your hands away from your body. Pain flashes down your spine, but you manage to lift your torso up. Your huge belly rises with you. When you’re finally kneeling and stable, you pinch the bottom of your unicorn shirt and tug it back up under your boobs to once again bare your entire mass. As you adjust the shirt, you can’t help but look down and marvel at the sight of your swollen expanse: the impossibly distended skin, thin as air, somehow holding everything in place without bursting; the dense mesh of veins and scars marring your once-flawless skin; the great navel flaring out, round and plump as a poisonous mushroom.
You close your eyes. This will end soon; you just need to take things one step at a time. Just focus on moving the head a few inches, then go get the pill.
Not daring to trigger anything yet, you place one trembling hand just under your belly and the other just above. You take a series of deep breaths. Then you lower both hands, and…
Your caressing unleashes a contraction ten times more powerful than any before it. You howl, wanting to turn back, but your hands only rub faster and harder as the pain builds. You have no control over them; they travel faster and faster over your glorious curve, and the contraction keeps getting stronger and stronger in response.
Time dissolves, and at some point, you realize that you’ve been pushing with all your strength for quite a while. Later, you realize that the head is well past the cervix. You realize that this is the point where you should stop stroking; you realize that you can’t. You realize that your fifteen-pound abomination is dropping further and further down. You realize that you’re orgasming over and over through the pain; you realize that you don’t want this to stop.
The swift movements of your hands over your monstrous, sweaty bulge keep the contraction from cresting. You keep pushing with all your strength even as chills, hot flashes and orgasms rack your body in turn. Somewhere around the contraction’s six-minute mark, you feel your lips start to part. You force yourself to push harder, and you’re suddenly crowning, white-hot pain searing your lips and nearly making you lose your rhythm; you manage to hold on and rub even faster than before, moaning in delirious ecstasy.
The next push tears your labia by several inches, but this only sends you into a wilder frenzy. Another push, more tearing, and the head bursts out, rewarding you with another huge orgasm. You breathe deeply as you rub, then push again. The shoulders resist for a moment, then pop out without warning. You hear gasps from the assembled rubberneckers; the giant head is now dangling below your miniskirt.
You want to reach down and pull it out, but the contraction will stop if you quit rubbing, and nothing could make you stop now anyway. So you give one last push… and the baby pops free, landing on the tiles beneath you along with a gush of fluid.
You’re suddenly exhausted. Your hands stop moving, fall limply to your sides.
Still kneeling, you back up a bit so that you can see the thing writhing beneath you. You reach down slowly and clear the fluid from its airways. It’s a boy. He doesn’t make a sound, but stares up at you with dark brown eyes, almost black.
“Miss, the ambulance is on its way,” calls an approaching voice. “They’re just—oh, Jesus…”
You look up at the pharmacist. Without breaking eye contact, you calmly reach down and grasp the umbilical cord trailing from your bleeding cunt. Then you address him in a hoarse, emotionless tone.
“I’m not done yet… see? It’s not over. Now please, go get me that pill.”
After a moment, the pharmacist slowly nods.
“All right, miss,” he says, very gently. “I’ll… I’ll be right back.”
As he heads back behind the counter, you finally allow yourself to sit down. The baby begins to fuss, so you hoist him up to your breast. As soon as he sees your nipple, he begins sucking greedily, grasping your flesh in his strong fists to pull himself closer. His sharp fingernails make you wince, but you’re too tired to fight back.
The pharmacist comes back into view, paper bag in hand. You gaze up at him in relief.
“Thank you,” you say, smiling weakly. “I’m so glad it’s not too late.”
-Body Hostage
Hot Springs
(CONTENT WARNING: NEAR-BURST, SEVERE TEARING)
It was a lovely summer morning, and Debbie fully intended to make the best of it. The dirty blonde nineteen-year-old was finished with school for the semester, having just started her summer break. The mid-height girl was at last free to do whatever she wanted now, but there was only one activity that had consumed the adventurous teen’s thoughts ever since she’d moved to this area. There was a river nearby, clear and lovely, with some form of vent nearby that made the water deliciously warm. Nobody was supposed to swim there, strange legends of something weird concerning the hole from which the warm water flowed, but today, Deb just couldn’t resist.
After changing into her suit and dressing for the walk, the pretty collage girl began her trip to the river, where she stripped down to just the two piece swimsuit, leaving her clothes crumpled nearby. The earth felt good on her pale bare feet, and Debbie lowered herself into the gloriously heated water. Letting out a moan of pleasure, the pleasantly surprised girl sank into the deliciously warm liquid, laying back against the bank, submerged all the way up to her head.
The supremely relaxed ninteen-year-old had no way of knowing that her fate had been sealed with her carelessness. The hole in the ground, from which such warm water flowed… there was a reason for the heat. It flowed from some sort of demonic realm, where monsters lived. And every great once in a while, they placed one of their spawn into the horrible, boiling river that flowed through whatever cavern the creatures took shelter in, to emerge in the place where fertile, vulnerable human females lived, their wombs primed to bear life, whether they wanted it or not.
Casually, the now drowsy collage student let her legs fall open, calmed by the perfect flowing stream. Shortly after, water wrapping her in it’s current, one of the horrible larvae, looking somewhat like a tadpole, swam near her. Sarah was oblivious to it as the thing approached her groin, remaining blissfully unaware of it prodding gently at her swim bottoms. But a shudder ran through the poor teenagers body as the demonic thing pressed them to the side, and slipped between her feminine lips. The startled student gasped as it slipped deep up into her womanhood, and felt a brief pain as it’s malleable body shoved through her aching cervix, into the helpless, violated girl’s womb. Debbie was left shivering and gasping for a moment, blissfully unaware that the creature was nestling into her uterus, attaching itself, growing an umbilical cord to draw sustenance from her body.
The momentarily panicked nineteen-year-old began to feel warm as she calmed down, her body registering that she’d been fertilized, impregnated without her consent or knowledge. But Deb’s thoughts remained ignorant of such silly concerns. The freshly fertilized victim laid there, quite content even as her womb began eagerly growing a monster, and remained utterly at peace with nature.
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Some time later, Debbie began to feel hungry and tired. Deciding it was time to leave, the now pregnant collage student rose, got dressed, and returned to her home. The remainder of the day was spent snacking, watching various shows, and dealing with the occasional strange sensation coming from within. Almost like something was pushing… or moving.
At last it was time for bed, and the slightly swollen teen put on her pajamas, not noticing the slight roundness to her midsection, evidence of the monster already starting to quickly develop inside. However, it was impossible to ignore the occasional cramp-like pains, let alone the semi-regular feelings of movement from within her belly. And so, the irritated student took a sleep aid and some pepto, and hoped it felt better the next morning, laying down to sleep whatever was wrong off.
As the evening went on, the sensation inside the soon-to-be-mother became worse. From just a constant, uncomfortable pressure to something that felt like it was pressing, pushing against her from inside. But the sleep aid was doing it’s work, and even as the movement and pain inside the poor collage girl grew, she drew closer to unconsciousness. Sarah moaned as something pushed forward hard, and the pained girl reflexively brought her hands over her midriff.
The swelling had increased, and the skin felt hot. Stretch marks could be felt under the exhausted, whimpering teen’s fingertips, and everything felt tight, unyielding and firm. Just before the pregnant collage student passed out, she could swear something pressed against her palms, as though was swimming just under the surface. Then sleep claimed the increasingly worried nineteen-year-old, and she fell into restless dreams, dreams in which Deb threw her legs open wide and unleashed horrors from her nethers, the fires of hell pouring from her feminine slit and consuming everything…
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Debbie woke up hours later, feeling like she was about to spontaneously combust. The pregnant teen was utterly flooded with a burning, feverish heat, and the impregnated student’s stomach felt like it had been filled with lava. The mother-to-be began screaming, drenched in sweat and clutching her midsection. She had become massive, her appearance that of a woman due with twins, bellybutton poking from the front of a fecund mass.
The movement had become constant, and was sending intense pains through Debbie’s entire body. The pregnant girl didn’t know it, but the demon filling her tainted womb was huge, completely filling her aching uterus. The monster within knew it was almost ready, almost time to be born. But it was impatient, not willing to give it’s mother’s body the chance to adapt to the unexpected pregnancy, nor open up for the demon to come out the natural way. On top of that, the horrible creature didn’t care about the wellbeing of it’s host. No more than a chick cares as it rips it’s way out of it’s egg.
The only difference is the egg screams and pleads for mercy less.
Of course, all that the terrified pregnant girl knew was that she’d somehow become swollen and full, everything hurting. “Oh god… wh-what’s h-happening to me?! Someone, please, anybody help me!” Deb called desperately, as her body continued to do it’s best to adapt to the child it was carrying. Then the violated teenager’s eyes flew wide as she felt the weight begin to shift, and a cramp ran through her over-taxed body. “Oh no… nono, please… It’s coming…Ahn there’s p-pressure… This c-can’t be happening! Ahn… n-no, it’s coming!”
Debbie called out in desperation, half hoping someone would hear, and half to relieve the horrible silence she felt like she was drowning in, interrupted only by the sounds of her own tortured flesh. “I’m h-having a baby… This is impossible… It’s gonna be born, it’s coming out of me!” What the terrified soon-to-be mother expected was the awful, powerful sensation of the head being shoved against her cervix. What she got, instead, was a potent thrust upwards. The full term mother-to-be arched her back, gasping in pain and holding her hands over the bulge that formed from inside her already massive midriff. “What was th-that?!” The agonized girl panted, alarmed by the powerful motion.
It was followed by more of the same, patiently, relentlessly. One hard shove, tenting out her skin and causing Debbie’s body to spasm due to the pain shooting through it. A short while to rest, during which another contraction usually coursed through the terrified fair-haired girl, prompting her unwanted, demonic child to push forcefully against her skin. Every time, the laboring collage girl would shriek in agony. Over and over, slowly, deliberately.
The sobbing pregnant teen could feel the pain growing, could almost feel the muscles starting to lose their elasticity. Once more, another thrust caused her skin belly to bulge outewards, and at last Debbie realized what was happening. Her baby wanted to be born right now. It was going to burst out of it’s mother’s belly. Punch out of it’s mother’s burning flesh and leave her bleeding out as it escaped into the world. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Please, no, don’t burst out of AGH! DON’T BURST ME P-PLEASE!!!” the now panicking, laboring victim cried, as another vicious shove sent aching pain ever deeper into the muscles of her uterus. Forward and back. Forward and back. Over and over, taking a pause between each, during which Deb sometimes could feel the monster within her womb feeling from inside, running claws down over the straining muscles. Seeing how weakened they had become. How close it’s mother was to splitting open, bellybutton being ripped wide, letting the vicious creature out.
The wounded teenager shrieked as she felt claws begin to scrape her inside along with the awful thrusting, the mounting pressure making the horrified student feel like she was going to split open… which she was getting closer to by the moment. “This can’t be happening, I don’t want a baby, please, PLEASE GOD IT’S COMING MY BABY’S COMING NOOO!!!” Sobs filled the room as Debbie felt her offspring’s efforts starting to draw blood, felt it running into her straining, slowly breaking womb.
And she was starting to break. The claws snagged on delicate, quivering, over-taxed fibers. Little bits that were desperately trying to hold the slowly breaking demon mother together, and snapped them. Every time the horrified girl would let out another almost guttural grunt, a horrible numbness mixing with the searing heat. “It’s coming…” she moaned, as another, weaker contraction coursed through her. “It’s c-coming… out of me…” Another powerful thrust made the laboring teen curl her toes and arch her back, following the movement. A bruise was growing with every powerful motion around her bellybutton, and somehow she knew that her monstrous offspring would come out of that exact point first, even as the bruise spread to take up more and more of her fecund mass.
“Oh god… it’s close I’m gonna b-burst I’m… I’M GONNA BURST NO PLEASE SOMEBODY IT’S GONNA K-KILL ME!!!” Debbie broke down, shrieking and sobbing, beginning to convulse as vicious claws started to pierce her uterus. The demonic infant could tell it’s time was close, and curled the claws that has managed to break through the first layer of it’s fleshy, weeping egg. The monster delighted in the cries of pain, the blood that flowed from it’s mother. And with another few vicious thrusts, a scratch here, a bite there… At last, a hole was made inside Debbie’s traumatized womb.
The monster filled girl felt a ripping sensation, as a small hole was punched inside her motherly organ. Then claws and teeth working at the small wound, making the tortured mother-to-be spasm and grunt, as she was ripped apart inside, the wound being pulled wider to make room for the baby. A horrible numbness started to come from the point of injury, and the baby began to work at the last layer of muscle and flesh that was containing it.
Suddenly, there was a quiet pop. “Oh god… please… I can’t… OH GAWD!” The sensation of fluid running down her feminine tunnel shocked the doomed girl. She drew her legs up as her waters forcefully broke. There was so much pressure, so much fluid, that it sprayed out of the violated students vagina, tearing away her pajama bottoms and panties. The fluid was clearly white at some point, meant to better help whatever evil thing was developing within the forcibly impregnated girl’s body. Now, however, it was a creamy red color, having mixed with the blood that had been running from the growing wound being torn into Sarah’s ruined womb.
The force of the torrent spraying from the tortured pregnant girl’s opening caught her demonic child, tugging it away from the last layer of flesh it had to break through, forcing it’s head against Debbie’s cervix. And then, to the horror of the girl whom had already been through so much, it’s head was forced through, into her birth canal. “This can’t be real, no, I can’t do this, I CAN’T D-DAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” A sound of anguish came from the pregnant girl’s lips as she bore down, another weak contraction gripping her tightly, forcing the monster she carried a bit further down.
“It’s coming, the baby is coming OUT OF ME I’M GONNA GIVE BIIIRRRTTTH!!!” Still the wound inside the tortured young woman throbbed, ragged and bloody, but now the sensation of the massive demon that had grown inside of Deb slowly starting to travel down her birth canal was all she could focus on. Her contractions were weak, tears running down the desperate teen’s face as she pushed as hard as possible, lifting her feet from the bed and face turning red with strain, blood still dripping steadily from her opening as she struggled.
“This can’t be happening…” The exhausted girl panted between the horrible cramps her ruined womb was musing to try to expel her child. “I can’t have to give b-birth to it now… Please… I can’t… I CAAANNN’T!!!” The head was huge, putting an awful, aching pressure on Sarah’s pelvic bones. The pregnancy had happened so quickly that the pregnant teen’s body had been unable to catch up. The fair-haired mother’s hips were still a normal size, her body still the same proportions, and as she struggled to deliver, to give birth vaginally, the pressure on her un-flared hips grew worse by the moment.
There was a sickening sensation from inside, as well as an ominous crack. “It hurts… IT HURTS!” Debbie cried as she struggled to get the horrible creature out. But even as she pushed, her poor pelvis began to give under the awful strain. Another crack, then a splintering snap as the doomed girl’s eyes flew wide and a shriek was cut short by a gagging sound as pain flooded her.
The feeling of the tormented young woman’s pelvic bone slowly being broken in half to make room for her evil child, shifting as it passed through her birth canal, should have let Debbie mercifully pass out. But instead, she was forced to continue pushing, continue struggling to give birth, to finally finish this awful task. “Anyone…” the bleeding, tired teenager panted weakly… “Please, I don’t care who… end this… just… l-let it e-end, let the baby come…”
The stomach-churning of her child forcing her pelvis to shift once more, and at last, the feeling of the desperately laboring young woman’s thin, delicate lips bulging came. It ached, burned, but compared to everything else, it was almost a mercy. Deb was so close… “Just… a few more… p-pushes…” the desperate girl panted, before bearing down once more. Just like her hip, the laboring teen’s feminine opening hadn’t become any more elastic or swollen, and so the ring of fire as the demonic offspring crowned was powerful and frightening in it’s own right, as if someone had held a lit match between the poor girl’s legs.
And then, the skin began to pale… another desperate push, and it became transparent… Debbie could feel the horrible tension, some part of her knew what it meant. But most of her didn’t care. More than anything, the formerly innocent young woman needed this nightmarish creature out of her. And so, trying to move her legs as little as possible to not cause her hips to shift, Deb pushed with all her might. The skin became an angry red, before, accompanied by a cry of despair and pain, it began to rip open.
The head was huge, parting her unprepared womanhood wide, and the more emerged, the worse the tear got, causing even more blood to run from Debbie’s abused sex. “Al… most… Please…” The traumatized girl moaned as the gaping wound between her legs was forced wider still, and at last, the head slipped out.
The mortally wounded mommy began to convulse, gasping desperately, as the creature pulled it’s hands forward, causing the battered teen’s broken bones to shift and her femininity to rip all the way to her anus. Then, with a final hideous surge, the fish-human hybrid creature wrenched itself from it’s broken and ruined mother’s body.
As the horrible beast started to chew at it’s umbilical cord, the pain began to fade from the battered collage student’s body, to be replaced by cold numbness. At last, she didn’t feel hot anymore. There was no more pain.
Debbie closed her eyes. Now, at last, she can sleep. Maybe it’ll be better tomorrow…
Vi and Miho (Patreon Tales)
“I know it sounds weird, but… come on, you’ve got to know SOMETHING about it, right?” Vi’s pleas continued, in spite of the strange looks Miho gave her. “I know it’s a bit strange, but… I mean, come on, I’ve seen you reading all those scrolls, I KNOW you can summon stuff. If you help me out with just this one thing, I promise, I’ll never tell anyone what I saw you doing.” The silver-eyed sixteen-year-old glared at this bizarre girl, cheeks burning with anger and embarrassment that she’d been caught in the middle of practicing summoning. The hotheaded ninja-in-training couldn’t afford for anyone to know that she was training in eastern magic. Hell, nobody here seemed to be ok with using magic at ALL, it’s like they didn’t even know it was a thing.
Frustratingly, Miho’s family found it necessary for her to travel abroad, study what other cultures were like, interact with the locals. “You can’t spend all your time mastering the arts,” they said, “You must learn WHY they are a thing you want to master. You’re learning incredibly quickly, but we worry that you don’t seem to be making any real connections.” Now, this strange student, she seemed to be a junior or senior, was gazing at the bright-orange haired transfer student with… something that seemed to be nearing unrestrained lust.
Vi, meanwhile, was struggling against exactly that. The excited eighteen-year-old recognized some of the scrolls that Miho had in her bag, before she’d hid it from view. The somewhat short ninja-in-training clearly was clearly capable, and if anyone could help Vi’s dream come true, it would be this girl. “Please… I promise, you won’t get hurt, and I’ll take full responsibility for anything that happens. Just… It’s something I’ve always wanted to experience. And I know that… well, you know… from the anime and stuff, that sort of thing happens all the time over there. So… I know you’ve got to have SOMETHING…”
“Wow.” Miho replied, broken from her silence by the audacity of the statement. “That’s racist.” But even if only by accident, the teenage girl couldn’t help but have an entity cross her mind, one she’d been looking into for intimidation purposes. A demonic presence who knew only one terrible purpose. “Oh… sorry…” Vi muttered. “But… still. Come on, there’s only one thing I’ve wanted for forever. I just want to get pregnant.”
“That’s…” Miho stammered, taken aback once more by the request. “I can’t even tell you on how many levels that’s a terrible idea. And that’s without bringing any sort of summoning ritual into the mix…” “Ah-ha!” The obsessed teen interrupted triumphantly. “So you DO know something!” Growling, the short-but-curvy exchange student considered her options. Yes, this girl, “Vi”, she said her name was, was annoying. But the damage she could do if word got out that the tangerine-haired teenager was carrying magic summoning scrolls… even if nobody believed they actually had power, it would still be irksome to be mocked for it. And this COULD be a valuable opportunity to test that one demon out, see if he was obedient enough to have practical applications…
“Alright, weirdo.” Miho at last responded. “You want a baby, fine, I’ll give you one. I’ll meet you at your house this weekend, give me a few days to put everything together. We’ll let you experience the joys of motherhood, just like you asked.” Vi beamed, thrilled that she would, at last, get to experience her dream. “Thank you, thank you so much!” she grinned, bouncing in place for a moment in raw excitement before leaving Miho to her plans. There was much work to be done, and not much time to do it.
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That Saturday, the two were gathered in Vi’s basement, the space well-lit and isolated, the soon-to-be-pregnant girl’s parents had left for the weekend. The ninja-in-training was just as eager as the pregnancy obsessed teen, though for very different reasons. It had taken quite some time, but Miho was certain that everything was just right, that this nightmarish creature could be bent to her will. Just imagine, striding onto the battlefield and forcing every enemy female to grow heavy with demonic life, before having to birth it, sowing chaos among their ranks… yes, it could change everything. And this one ignorant girl would be the perfect test.
“Alright, Vi. You ready for this?” The aforementioned subject nodded, standing away from the center of the floor, where a single scroll sat. “Ok then. Let’s get this started. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?” quickly biting her thumb while unfurling the parchment, the sliver-eyed summoner smeared her blood over the symbols written on the parchment, letting the magic flow through them, calling the terrible beast to the pair of teenage girls.
The room filled with smoke, and then slowly cleared. A giant creature became visible, well over seven feet tall, though thankfully not as large as some. Contempt burning in his gaze, the inhuman beast let his gaze travel over the one who summoned him, and her companion. “What do you require of me?” the lust demon asked, voice low and surprisingly smooth. It made both girl’s bodies react, knees getting weak, a surge of heat beginning to make itself known between their legs. The sudden arousal made it hard to focus, and Miho found herself stumbling over her words.
“We… uhm, I, rather… I have summoned you here today to ask a single service. Then you may return to your foul land.” Dark lips peeled back to expose sharpened teeth. “Oh, is that all? Well, I’m sure it won’t be anything we can’t all enjoy…” Once more, the voice that promised such dark delights washed over the two young girls, causing need to surge through their minds. Vi let herself get carried away on it, embracing the wetness between her legs, whimpering as the intimidating creature turned his slitted eyes upon her.
The intensely aroused ninja, however, desperately struggled against her own body. Miho knew how dangerous it could be to lose control, a single slip of the tongue could have terrible repercussions. “A-actually, yes. I have called you here to breed. There is a willing vessel that you need only claim.” The sixteen-year-old girl took one more deep breath, settling herself, before speaking again.
“We require your seed.”
Immediately, Miho knew her mistake. “I m-mean… SHE, she needs your seed, that one, I d-d-…” However, the beast had already raised a hand, fingers pointing toward the frightened ninja. “Shhh… just relax. Soon, your belly will swell with my seed, just like that of your friend. You will make such good mothers for my children.” With that, long tentacles shot out from the beast’s back, causing VI to moan with need, and Miho to scream in terror. “No, please, I don’t want to be a mom!” the short girl cried as she tried to backpedal away from the nightmarish extremities.
The willing mother-to-be, however, only squatted down, lifting her skirt to expose a lack of undergarments. “Please, I need you, take me, let your demon babies grow in my womb…” the eager highschooler almost purred, as two tentacles gripped her wrists, and two more held her legs wide open. A fifth tentacle, thicker than the rest, began to tease Vi’s damp opening, making her whimper with raw list, before screaming in pleasure as it slid deep into her feminine tunnel. After only a few powerful thrusts, thick, burning hot seed flooded into the orgasming teen’s uterus, quickly fertilizing her egg and taking root.
Miho, meanwhile, had gotten snared by one wrist. she knew there were ways out of this. Substitutions, offensive jutsu, defensive maneuvers, but all of them eluded her. The magic of the beast’s words made it impossible to focus, the terrified ninja’s thoughts were hazy, indistinct. All she could think of is that the idiot girl had gotten her wish, she’d just been pumped full of demonic life. And in a few seconds, so was she.
Miho’s other wrist was snared by a tentacle, and then both her ankles. Screaming for help, the teenage ninja was lifted from the ground, legs held open wide. The terrified girl was wearing shorts and panties, having had no intention of being impregnated, but they served no barrier for the creature accosting her. The thick phallus turned now to Miho, and without hardly slowing, it slid up the leg of her shorts, and under her panties, not tearing them, only eagerly seeking her delicate flower.
“No, no stop, please, PLEASE!!!” Miho cried, as she was violated. In one strong thrust, the tentacle filled her gender, already throbbing, pulsing, on the very cusp of release. The latest victim of the lust demon cried out for anyone to please stop this, knowing she was moments away from becoming an unwilling mother. But the pair were alone, and there would be no help. After only a few powerful thrusts, that same impossibly warm sperm flooded the sixteen-year-old girl’s womb. Within no more than a few seconds, an egg had already nestled into Miho’s uterine lining, was quickly dividing, becoming a tiny nightmare she would have to gestate and give birth to.
Shortly after the pair’s impregnation, exhaustion overwhelmed them. While the two slept, the lust demon vanished, confident his will would be done, and having fulfilled the request he was given. And so, in the empty basement, the high school student’s bellies began to gradually swell, the demon babies they’d been made to carry growing eagerly within their mothers.
As her fertile swell pushed out to that of a woman roughly five months pregnant, Miho woke. Vi lay across from her, quiet, content sounds drifting across the room as hands roamed her swollen form. “Miho…” came a lustful moan, “It’s growing inside me… I can’t wait, I’m getting so big… I’m gonna be a mommy…” the silver-eyed girl’s hand also stroked her pregnant swell, feeling the monster that had been forced into her belly press hard against her palm, causing a pained gasp to escape. “Oh yes, this is exactly what I wanted you idiot!” the ninja snapped. “I definitely wanted to get a demon raped into me. Needed it more than anything.” Lost in the blissful world of her dream coming true, Vi only replied with “I’m glad I’m not the only one…”, failing to notice the caustic sarcasm from inside her motherly glow.
“Eh, you’re useless…” Miho muttered, focusing on the issue at hand. Or, rather, under it. The short, frustrated girl hadn’t stopped stroking the hot, firm skin of her increasingly gravid midsection. Something just felt… right, it felt like it was how it should be, like this was how it would always end up. Shaking her head, the pregnant exchange student told herself that this must be the result of the demon’s mind-clouding magic.
Over the next half hour, the 4'9" mother-to-be tried everything she could to stop her body eagerly gestating this nightmare. But every spell, every method, even every summon failed. Once a female has been made the mother of the lust demon’s children, nothing can stop it from being born. Everything Miho could find only served to taunt her with how devastating labor was, how it usually shattered the minds of those that survived the birth. All the while, the short teenager’s invaded womb continued pushing out, swelling larger by the moment, quickly looking well into her third trimester. It would only be a matter of time before labor began, but Miho refused to give up. There had to be SOME way to prevent this, she couldn’t even stop searching long enough to remove her shorts or panties…
Meanwhile, Vi was in heaven. Yes, some of the movement from her baby hurt, but more often than not it was just… amazing. There was a living being growing in her body, taking up more and more space. She felt so heavy, so full, so… right. Like her whole life, there was something that was missing, a hole that was supposed to be filled. Some purpose she wasn’t serving. And now, that feeling was gone. In the glow of motherhood, even to a monster, she felt complete, powerful, feminine in a way the pregnant teen had never known before.
And somehow, Vi knew all this would be nothing compared to childbirth. She could hardly wait. The eager soon-to-be-mother had been reading everything she could about pregnancy ever since she’d discovered it was a thing that could happen to her, and now every little shift, every swelling moment and fertile second was even more than those accounts, even the most glowing, positive ones had ever come close to implying. But Vi was ready for the pain, excited for it even. It was what she was looking forward to the most, that moment she would open her legs wide and scream her child out… leaving one hand on her growing midriff, Vi’s free hand slipped between her legs, and as delicate fingers teased her swollen clit, she gave a few small pushes, just imagining how amazing it would be.
And so, the two schoolgirls neared the end of their pregnancy. Miho desperately and furiously struggled against her condition, short frame looking bizarre with the full-term pregnant swell hanging heavy and full from it. As the moment drew closer, she still was trying to find some solution, growling furiously as she felt her bellybutton slowly push out. Vi continued slowly pleasuring herself, smiling at the angry sounds of her companion across the room, shivering as her own outie popped from her round, firm swell.
Inevitably, however, the time arrived. The eager pregnant teen let out a moan as her first contraction gripped her life-filled womb, savoring the feeling of her belly spasming under her fingertips. The one terrified of her nightmarish child cried out in shock and pain as her hands faltered, the pain and tightness catching her off guard. “No… no it can’t be time, I just have to find another way… ahn, it hurts…”
Labor progressed as quickly as gestation, both girl’s waters breaking on their next cramp. amniotic fluid poured out of Vi’s unobstructed gender, creating a strong-smelling puddle beneath her as she stripped entirely, letting the cool air of the basement caress her naked, fertile form, forcing herself to keep her breathing steady as pain began to mount with her labor, the head of the teenage fetishist’s firstborn pressing against her cervix harder with each contraction.
Miho moaned in pain and disgust as her own waters broke, sending the juices running all over her panties, soaking through her shorts and down her thighs. The laboring ninja kicked off her shoes as her socks began to absorb her amniotic fluids, and slowly sank to the ground as the pressure of the demonic child inside her body began to force it’s way down.
The more excited of the two let out a throaty “Yessss…” as the child she had to birth was pressed out of her body, through her cervix and into her birth canal proper, and even as Miho fought the needs of her body, curling her toes as she struggled not to push, Vi gave in with gusto, doing everything possible to help her child on its journey from her body. Every inch her offspring moved was intense, a mixture of pressure and pain, and just a dash of that feeling of rightness from before. Like this was what she should be doing, should have done long ago.
But as the voluntary mother-to-be let out sounds of mixed pleasure and pain, the strong-willed ninja kept fighting this latest danger. Panting through the contractions, it was impossible to even form a hand sign anymore. All Miho could do was lean against the wall, hands gripping her spasming womb as she threw her head back, crying out as pain overwhelmed her. The head was entering the unwilling mother’s birth canal, starting to force her gender to part around the demon she must now birth. Tangerine hair matted to her face, Miho let out a shriek as she finally gave into her body’s needs, and bore down.
As the agonized cries of the laboring ninja echoes across the basement, Vi was lost in a world of birth and bliss. The pressure was unbearable, pain spiked with every powerful contraction, forcing the naked teen to arch her back, toes pointing as she lifted her feet from the ground, pushing with everything she had. But these awful sensations were something the fertile demon mother had been prepared for, indeed was eager to experience, and the potency of it mixed with a pleasure of fulfilling her purpose as a female. “Oh baby… mommy can’t wait to meet you, please, I’m ready, oh god TORTURE YOUR WAY OUT OF ME PLEASE!!!”
Another powerful spasm hit, and Vi’s gender began to bulge at roughly the same time as Miho’s, the head of the soon-to-be-born demons causing the skin to strain, their delicate feminine lips to part in a teardrop shape. While the former felt an orgasm starting to coil deep within her core, Miho only felt rage and fear. If it weren’t for this stupid girl walking in on her practicing, she wouldn’t be here, wouldn’t be heavy with a monster’s rape baby, wouldn’t be giving birth. “Oh it hurts, please, stupid… ngh… baby, please, I… I CAN’T IT HURTS!!!”
But for all her protesting, the silver-eyed ninja sixteen-year-old pushed with the pain, feeling yet more of her nightmarish offspring slide out. Miho’s girlhood burned as the demon crowned, inch by agonizing inch. Her toes curled tight inside her socks, and her her soaked panties slid along her sensitive skin, the baby’s head making the soft fabric slowly tent out.
The terrible creatures trapped inside the two teenagers were coming quickly, eager to be unleashed upon the world. Vi’s breathing got more ragged with each contraction, her thighs trembling as pressure, pain, and pleasure all spiked and mingled with each other, making her feel there was no way she could survive it, that the pregnant highschooler would break mentally and physically if she had to push even one more time. And yet, the moment came, the head had Vi’s poor slit open wide, the head almost fully crowned, and another spasm rippled across her womb. The overwhelmed teen could do nothing but give in. And with this exhausting effort, the head popped from Vi’s straining opening, birthing fluid pouring from her gender.
The sensation was too much. Orgasmic juices joined the ones trickling from her womb, as the delicious feeling of being filled with life, no matter how terrifying, and giving birth to it forced the monster mommy to cum. As Vi cried out in extacy, waves of pleasure racing from the core of her being all the way to her fingertips and toes before coming crashing back, Miho was shrieking for an entirely different reason.
The ninja’s panties were bulging out, her own demonic child’s head at it’s widest point. The cloth was straining against the child slipping out into them, but the monster held position as the strong-willed teen gulped in breaths, trying to rest before the next contraction came. Then, without warning, it was time. “Please no, NO, NO I CAN’T, OH GOOODDD!!!” There was no more point in fighting it. She’s been reduced to being a vessel for the demon’s seed, and now all Miho could do was give it and her monster baby exactly what they wanted, and push. The ninja’s feet lifted from the ground, gripping her thighs tight and opening her legs wide as she pushed. And, with a surge of motion and gush of amniotic fluid, her firstborn monster also popped from her straining girlhood, causing the waistband of her underwear to slip down her body to make room.
With just a few more busts of effort, the pair managed to get their demonic children’s shoulders to slip from their dripping genders. Vi laid on the cool concrete, shivering with delight at how… perfect the whole experience had been, even as her body throbbed with the effort of her delivery. Miho also fell back, without even enough energy to spare to pull the kicking, squalling infant from her hip huggers, which now sat considerably lower. Gradually, the two monster mothers succumbed to their exhaustion, Vi riding the afterglow into pleasant dreams, and Miho having nightmares of what the now freed lust demon would do to the people of this town if she didn’t stop him…
You know what I think might be the ultimate fuck you from one guy to another?
Kidnapping some woman that matters to the guy (wife, girlfriend, maybe even his sister), getting her pregnant, waiting through almost all of her labor before returning her by dumping her on the dude’s lawn so he can watch her give birth to his nemesis’ bastard child.
I imagine myself in this kind of scenario and it’s frankly pretty hot.
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The Accident
I could hear moans and whimpers from around me. I thought about opening my eyes, but I felt so warm all over, and my eyelids were so impossibly heavy… I settled for thinking back, trying to remember where I was, what was happening.
I recalled walking with my friends to school. Taking my seat, the teacher coming in, looking frazzled and winded. She told us we needed to get out, something was happening, people were coming. And then, the very ground shook, I fell over, hit my head on a wall…
I felt a strange sensation inside me, and, alarmed, I forced my eyes open. I was attached to a wall, hands cuffed behind my head, but my feet left free. I was wearing the same things I remembered having on, shirt, shorts that came to about my knees. I felt another odd sensation within my belly, and I looked closer at myself. As I watched, slowly, I could almost see my midriff losing its flatness. So gradually it was almost invisible, but definitely happening, I watched the area just above my groin begin to swell outward, forming a tiny bump.
Panicked, I tore my eyes away, looking around the room. My other female classmates were here, some still unconscious, others staring at their gradually changing forms. I realized with horror that every one of us had been impregnated and were growing far faster than we were supposed to. I let out a moan and arched my back, a pressure making itself known within my unwillingly fertilized body. Deep within my womb, there was a child of some form, forcing my body to change for it, to give it more room. And to my disgust, it was happily stretching and swelling, giving my unwanted baby all the space it needed to get big and healthy.
It was almost like a pulse, I realized, looking at the others to take my mind off the discomfort of the rapid gestation. Pressure came and then released. Grew, and then faded. Tiny growth spurts, over and over, but as the infant, I was carrying got larger, the increases in size became more physically noticeable. Nobody else had been stripped either, every one of us restrained and helpless to do anything but watch as our pregnant bellies got larger and larger in relentless waves. Ebbs and flows of growth, pressure coming in stronger and stronger tides.
It began to get to some of us. I could hear some of my classmates whimpering, others gasping in time with the relentless pulses of swelling. One of the victims close to me began to whisper “no” with each uncomfortable surge of her unwanted offspring’s growth. I tried to remain silent, but as my pregnancy progressed, it became harder. As I inched passed my second trimester and began to sink deeper into the final third of my pregnancy, the pressure only grew in intensity, becoming almost painful. “Oh… god… please… make… it… stop…” I moaned to myself as more space within my body was taken up by the life that I’d been forced to bear.
It became a desperate breathy mantra, as my shirt finally was forced to ride up over the tight, firm flesh of my belly. My hands balled into fists as another surge coursed through me. “Please…” was the beat that accompanied my bellybutton becoming flush with the rest of my skin. “Stop…” came a few relentless waves of horrible fulness later, when my button popped out, like a cherry on top of the evidence of my helplessness.
Mine was only one of many such mantras, however. Every teenage girl there, at least twenty, was reaching the level of a full term pregnancy. Buttoned shirts popped open, skintight shirts and dresses ripped apart to make room for their relentless pregnancy. Some began to squirm, rubbing their thighs together. After a few moments, I realized why. I’d been so focused on what was happening, on my body eagerly gestating a child against my will, that I forgot what came after.
But it was too late.
“Please…” I whimpered as I became ever more full. “Come…” I moaned as another awful surge coursed through me, the pressure echoing through my whole body. “Off…” Then, a terrifying new sensation. A tightness. “Oh god… no, my shorts, my panties…” I gasped, startled by how much my first mini-contraction hurt. Cries and gasps echoed around the room. We’d all reached out limit. Our labor was imminent.
For a little while, we sat in silence, broken only by sounds of pain. Our bearing of our unwanted infants had seemingly flowed directly into our bodies preparing for childbirth, and just as quickly. All that pulsing pressure of my baby growing was replaced by a constant, increasing pressure focused down. Shoving against my closed cervix, harder with each passing moment. Tears formed in my eyes, looking at the massive swell of my fertile body. I was about to become a mother, nothing I could do could stop it. I was about to go into a painful labor and deliver a baby, even though I never wanted it. My body was just a tool to some unknown person to carry a child for them, and my dreams, my desires, didn’t matter. I had never felt more helpless in my life.
But some part of me knew, as I cried out in pain, another contraction gripping me, forcing my offspring down even more forcefully, that my body was made for this. All of ours, we’d evolved as females to bear children, and nothing I could do would change that. Even if I hated it, even if I was terrified of what was to come, I had taken in seed, and now I would give the gift of life to the offspring that I had been forced to carry. The greatest gift I could give as a woman, and I had been forced to bestow it against my will.
Then, the pressure dissipated, for one beautiful moment. It tore a cry of relief and desperation from my lips, as I felt fluid running down my feminine tunnel. Amniotic fluid gushed from between my legs as my knees went weak, drenching my underwear and shorts, dripping down my legs, and forming a puddle under me. “No… no, it’s coming!” I called before another scream came from one of my fellow mothers-to-be. I saw her legs shake as a green-tinted fluid coated her dress and pooled between her legs. One after another, our waters broke, soaking whatever clothes we had on and filling the room with a tangy, musky scent.
It had started. There was nothing any of us could do now but give birth.
The next contraction came quickly, gripping my swollen belly tight, shoving the child I’d never wanted to bear into my cervix, forcing it to open wider to accommodate my offspring’s girth. My entire body screamed at me to push, and all thoughts of getting my clothes off vanished. I was helpless to do anything but give into that most primal need, and bear down. It almost made everything worse, my added effort making the pain of my cervix stretching deep inside even more intense.
“IT HURTS!” I heard a nearby voice crying repeatedly as the thing inside me slid into my birth canal, only to realize after a few moments it was my own. But my cries of agony were certainly not the only ones filling the air, as every massively pregnant teenage girl held captive with me struggled to force their own children from their bodies. Everything reeked of our fluids and sweat, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. Another powerful contraction pounded through me, and all thought beyond the need to birth was driven from my mind.
By reflex, I squatted down, spreading my thighs wide apart. The movement brought my hands far up above my head, my arms stretched as far as they could go. I laced my fingers together as I bore down, screaming as my baby slipped inch by inch down my straining birth canal. My hair stuck to my body, I felt far too hot as my clothes clung to me, but still, I focused only on the rhythm of the delivery. Push. Rest. Push. Rest.
I desperately gulped air between contractions, unable to fight to urge to push with every single spasm that gripped me. My limbs were quivering, exhaustion starting to make itself known. This wasn’t a normal labor, it was too relentless, too strong. Every contraction was agony, the instincts of my body too strong, eliminating all thought. Something was wrong, none of this felt natural, it was all faster than it should have been. But there was no more time to think on that, as once more it was time to push.
“Oh god, oh GOD IT’S COMING I FEEL IT!” I screamed, only one of many as our deliveries seemed to be progressing about the same speed, with only a couple of outliers who were struggling a bit more. Something massive was pushing at my entrance, it was impossibly huge, there was no way it could fit through my delicate slit. But as I once more bore down, toes curling and tears running down my face, I felt the burn begin. My lips were dragging across the soft, wet fabric of my underwear as my labia was forced to part, bit by bit. My baby was starting to crown.
All I felt was a burning sensation, but some part of me knew that my opening was bulging out, forming a teardrop shape, before opening even wider, trying to make room for my unwanted offspring to slip from my body. “BIRTHING! I’M BIRTHING!” I bellowed, trying to get this ordeal over as quickly as possible. I was opening wider with each push, but feeling ever more tired with each rest. I could only be grateful that my baby wasn’t slipping back in whenever I stopped pushing, unlike some of the others. The number of girls struggling seemed to be growing, as I could hear more desperate sobs and pleas for mercy.
I couldn’t worry about them, however. My panties began to be forced away from my feminine opening, a bulge gradually forming in the soaked fabric of my shorts as my infant began to emerge from my quivering, dripping tunnel. Every push was being met with resistance now, as my panties and shorts became more and more strained. The fabric started to reach its limit, and as I pushed, my panties would push back. There was a massive bump between my legs now, which confused me. The baby felt as wide as ever, but… shouldn’t the head have slipped out at some point? Shouldn’t I be working on the shoulders?
It didn’t matter. I had to pray that my shorts would stretch far enough to allow me to deliver my baby safely. I wondered how the girls who wore jean shorts or tight, non-yielding pants would do this, it was hard enough for me to do this with somewhat more forgiving fabric. I lifted onto my tip-toes with the next horrible, painful spasm, giving everything I had left into a desperate attempt to finish this agonizing process. The baby slid forward a little… then a little more, burning as it progressed… then, something shifted. the angle of my baby changed, allowing it just enough room to finally slip from my body.
It emerged with a pop, then another gush of amniotic fluid. No hot rush of birth, just the feeling of the last part slipping out and my straining labia closing. No feeling of an umbilical cord dangling from my aching opening, no cries from between my legs, nor movement. But I didn’t care. I just shifted position, resting on my knees, dangling from the cuffs keeping me attached to the wall.
I listened to the sounds of labor, letting my eyes drift closed. Some of the girls let out a sound like I had, as their unasked-for pregnancies finally ended. Others sounded more and more desperate. But there was nothing any of us could do to help, even if we weren’t so exhausted we could barely move.
A door in the wall opened. We had no idea it was there before, and when it closed it was invisible once more. A strange creature came into the room, looking like a strange blend of a human and reptile. It seemed pleased, and strode toward me. I would have been terrified, had I not been so drained that such emotions were beyond me. Tugging off my clothes, it lifted my child from where it rested in my underwear.
It was an egg. Roughly as large as a human child, perhaps a touch smaller. A strange shape too, almost like a cylinder that had been rounded on both ends. I’d laid some sort of horrible alien egg that this hideous creature had forced me to become pregnant with. And the worst part was, once I saw what I’d delivered, two reactions surged through me. Half of me hated it, wanted to smash the thing I’d been forced to give birth to against my will.
The other half wanted to protect it at all costs. Knew exactly how much longer it would be before it hatched, and would do anything to ensure it did, and that the creature that emerged would be taken care of until it was self-sufficient. And that part was just a bit stronger than the other.
Pulling a strange device from somewhere I couldn’t see, the alien thing waved it over my belly, which was gradually taking on its former size. There weren’t even stretch marks, there would be no physical evidence I’d just given birth. “Excellent, the hoast’s body has taken to the changes perfectly. She will be returned to her natural habitat to begin sowing the seeds of our kind, along with the other successes. The others… take them to the clean-up room until the young hatch, and we can enjoy the show of them breaking out of their incubators.”
Then a long tongue flicked out, hitting me between the eyes, and everything went black.
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I woke in a hospital, my parents standing concerned over me. Apparently, there was some sort of accident in the school, someone made a sort of hallucinogenic gas in the chem lab. Most of us were found unconscious in our classroom, but some of the students were still missing. All the boys, and a handful of the girls. It was assumed that they’d wandered off while under the effects of the chemicals. Our school is near the woods, unfortunately, and it seemed they may have headed that direction.
But as for the survivors, we were kept supervised for a while until they made sure we were sane, and then sent on our way. It took a bit, I kept swearing one of the doctors had something weird going on with his eyes. But he was so enthusiastic about seeing us get better, I never mentioned it. As we all were getting ready to leave, he came in and told us that no matter what, we should just do what felt natural. He told us following our instincts was important for recovering from trauma like this, and we all promised we would.
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A few days later, I woke from another nightmare about that strange, sterile room. I was relieved that it was all just a hallucination, but I really wished I could just get passed it. The dreams felt so real, shivers of the awful sensations of pregnancy and birth. But they’d done an examination at my request at the hospital, there were no signs of me ever having even had sex. A thought ran through my head, maybe going for a walk to somewhere quiet and secluded would do me a lot of good, and it just seemed so right that I couldn’t argue with it. Plus, I hadn’t had a nice, calming walk in a while.
As I put my shoes on and got ready to walk into the night, I saw some girls from my class out walking quietly as well, some of them rubbing their midriffs and looking concerned. I was somewhat relieved to know I wasn’t the only one of us having a hard time sleeping. I opened the door and stepped out, starting to find somewhere isolated and quiet, somewhere I wouldn’t be bothered for… um, thinking I guess. I was just following my instincts like the doctor said after all, hopefully, it would help me sleep easier.
As I started down the street, an odd sensation came from inside me, a pressure, almost like something was starting to grow inside me… I rubbed my belly as I walked, telling myself I was probably just bloated, and began looking for the best pace to start my nest…
Invaded Highschool 1: The Entryway
(Content Warning: Burst)
You’d never seen anything like this. Yea, you’d had to clean up some god-awful messes in your time, but this… You entered the school, the first scout into this disaster. There had been desperate reports about some form of alien attack, but not much passed that. But you can see it’s true. The entry is splattered in some strange, sticky sort of substance. It’s a deep purple, and you avoid touching it. Heading down one of the halls, you come across the first student. She’s a teenager, red hair in a ponytail behind her head. The girl is stuck to the lockers by that sticky purple substance, and she seems to be unconscious.
Your first instinct it to cut her free, but you remember what you were told. We have no idea what’s been done to these people, what they might be carrying. You’re here to observe. Hence the camo device. If you start moving things too much, it’ll short-circuit, and you’ll surely be next for whatever these monsters are doing.
The red-heads arms are stuck out wide to either side, her knees pinned horizontally to her body. Only her elbows and knees are stuck, so her hands and socked feet are still visible, apparently having lost her shoes in the struggle. Looking between her wide-spread legs, you see the teenager’s panties are nowhere to be found, and her lightly haired slit is slowly dripping some sort of thick, purple fluid. Other than that, her skirt and t-shirt seem to be largely undamaged.
You stand back and watch. A moan escaped the victim’s lips, as her belly begins to slowly swell. She’s been forcibly impregnated with something then. Some sort of alien offspring was gestating inside her teenage body against her will. Poor thing. You could only hope labor won’t be too hard on her. You reach out an invisible hand, and gently stroke her swelling midriff. It’s warm, hot even. You feel whatever is growing inside her tainted womb press against your hand, confirming it’s not some form of egg, but a living being.
You stroke her expanding belly a bit longer, enjoying the feeling beneath your fingertips of her tight, firm feminine skin growing with strange, unasked for life. Her belly-button becomes flat, and then pokes out, telling you that, whatever is inside, it should be emerging soon. Another moan comes from the involuntary mother-to-be, and her eyes start to flutter. She’s waking up. You back away from the pregnant teenager, waiting to see what happens.
“Oh god… oh god what’s happening to me?!” Are her first words, as the terrified victim’s eyes take in her new form. “No… oh no, something’s inside me, I feel it! Someone, anyone, help me! They caught me and… and r-raped me… and now I’m pregnant… oh god, I have some alien’s rape-baby growing in me…” Her voice quivers, and she bites her lip, letting her head sag. You see the skin of her taut midriff tenting as her soon-to-be-born child continues moving and kicking. Then, there’s an especially strong surge of forward motion from within the teenager’s fertile belly, and she lets out a pained gasp. “Oh… that hurt… ah, it’s p-pushing…”
Once more, the inhuman child shoves forward, causing it’s mother to cry out. Then again, and again. “It hurts… Please, no, not like this, I don’t want to… Don’t want to… AGH!” The powerful motions within the helpless, pregnant red-head are becoming stronger. You see her hands clench into fists, nails digging into her palms as pain radiates along the laboring mother-to-be’s straining belly. You realize why the girl is so scared, what she doesn’t want to happen.
“I don’t wanna burst!” the doomed mommy shrieks, as the tempo of her child’s assault picks up. They’re rhythmic, measured, and relentless. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Each time the pregnant teen lets out a pained sound, almost a grunt but higher-pitched. You watch the skin of her belly begin to darken, blood vessels breaking, causing a bruise to begin to form, then spread. And still, at the same point each time, the offspring that had been forced into this poor girl shoved forward, seeking to break out of the screaming teenager like it would hatch out of an egg.
“Oh god, it’s time, It’s gonna come out!!!” The girl cried, as her toes started to curl in their socks. “IT’S TIME!” again, as you begin to hear a faint tearing sound. “It’s biting me, it’s ripping me apart, please someone!” as the unwilling mother of this deadly alien continues its horrible delivery, you realize what the girl is screaming. It’s biting at the muscles of her uterus, tearing away and eating the lining, and gradually breaking the muscle fibers, making it’s prison weaker and weaker. You reach out an invisible hand once more, caressing the bruised area, and can feel the skin get tugged inward as the child takes another bite from its host. Then, another vicious thrust from beneath your palm, to cause more damage.
Over and over, the creature shoves against the weakening body that formed it. Until finally, beneath your palm, you feel the damage overwhelm the remaining muscles of the uterus. You can feel, faintly, the flesh split, and tear away, then the much more defined shape of the horrible monster on the next big push.
The teenage victim is beyond words now, and you feel each thrust pull the doomed girl’s entire body forward. “PLEASE!” A desperate grunt escapes. “PLEASE!” Blood begins to bead, and you hold your hand to the side, keeping it out of the way of the emerging creature. “HELP!” A tearing noise, and you see a small rip form, crimson leaking from the wound. The monster is visible beneath the ragged tear, but you can make out no features. One more big thrust, and it’ll all be over.
“PLEASE!!!” A final piercing shriek, and you see the skin rip open along the dark line that formed along the teen’s pregnant swell. The alien creature tumbles out, amid a torrent of dark-purple amniotic fluids and blood. As the dying red-head quivers and spasms as the giant wound takes its toll, you examine the beast.
The alien is almost pink, a quadruped, with a hard, pointed shell on its head, but an almost feline-like face. There’s a strange, bizarrely thick tail protruding from its back side, and each paw ends with three little toes, each tipped with a sharp claw. It seems to be some sort of warrior, perhaps. Though the tail makes you wonder if there are other purposes it could serve.
You back away. Best not to be caught here. Continuing down the hall, you wonder what your next destination should be. There werea great deal of students that you’re sure are around here somewhere, potentially not pregnant yet. Or at least not pregnant with such a… lethal strain…
(FPB) Outdoor Concert
(Content Warning: Burst) Everything seems normal, until you hear screams from close by. You run to investigate and see a woman holding another female down, apologizing over and over, saying she can’t hold them back. At first, you’re confused, as security heads toward the struggling pair. Then you notice her belly growing quickly…
You’ve heard of this, heard about the epidemics, but they’re supposed to only happen far away from here. In a crowd this big, mostly of women… You turn to run, but the sound of flesh ripping comes from behind you. Not even turning, you desperately try to flee, only for something small and moist to hit your leg. Instantly, you feel it crawl up, toward your largely unprotected loins.
Screaming, you try to slap it away, to get it off, but it dives under your panties easily, made only for this purpose. It enters your body, quickly sliding up your delicate tunnel. There’s a sharp ache as it slips into your womb. You know what comes next. It’s spewing hormones into your womb, saturating your ovaries, forcing every egg within you to mature and release at the same time. Seconds later, it begins spewing its seed, fertilizing every single one. Each of them nestle into your uterine lining, impregnating you with thousands of these small, parasitic worms. Far too many for your body to safely hold.
The whole process takes only seconds, the gestation of each creature mere moments. But you don’t let the panic overtake you. There’s a chance, you’ve seen it work before in the documentary. You know you have to start pushing, and fast. Your cervix never had time to seal, you feel amniotic fluid leaking from your gender, coating your thighs. As soon as the disgusting parasites are fully formed, they detach to make room for the rest of their brood, giving their host a chance to deliver them before there’s too many to hold.
Any second now, you’re going to rapidly swell with thousands of writhing, deadly worms. Your only chance is to birth them, as quickly as possible, before they overwhelm you.
Far sooner than you would have liked, a lurching pain courses through your midriff. You can feel your belly starting to swell under your hands, the skin hot and firm. the monsters inside press against your palms, eager to emerge from their unwilling mother. You tug down your panties, drop to your knees, open your legs wide, and push. Screaming, you bear down as hard as you can. You’re rewarded with the sensation of parisite after parisite pushing past your cervix, down your birth canal. The pain as the slick, sharp-shelled bugs emerge is intense, tearing a scream from your lips as their exoskeletons catch on your delicate folds, gushing from your gender rapidly.
Your lips burn, and as you catch your breath screams erupt from around you. You realize you’re causing other women to suffer the same fate, but it doesn’t matter, you can’t die, not like this. Your belly is still growing, they’re not all out, and you push again, tears running down your face, birthing more monstrosities, helpless to stop them from going about their terrible work on all those nearby.
This continues for several minutes, bearing down on the growing hard-spot inside you, the cruel ache of your unwanted children emerging, leaving cruel slices along your most sensitive parts as they’re born. Every time you stop to take a break, the feeling of your flesh once again swelling makes cold fear stab into your soul. After minutes of this desperate, relentless effort, you feel like you’re so close. Your belly is almost entirely flat, and even as hundreds of maggots develop inside you, your frenzied efforts seem to be holding the worst at bay. But you’re exhausted, you have only stopped bearing down to gasp in a rushed breath before putting even more effort into it. You must breathe, you feel as though you’re on the verge of passing out. Sobbing, you begin to pulse once again with horrible, violent life.
Crying out as you push, more emerge from between your legs, but this time your parasite infected womb doesn’t empty as much. You’re getting too tired, there’s just so many, growing so fast. Another woman pushes out her last one, and collapses, knowing she’ll survive the day. But your aching womb bloats out, causing pressure to mount to painful levels. Once again you bear down, the ravenous things coming out slower than ever… juices drip from your quivering hole, but it’s not enough, and you quickly swell to appearing seven months pregnant, the intense sensations from within becoming even stronger as your belly fills with disgusting, unwanted life.
A woman in front of you starts screaming, her belly tenting out in a few different places as she runs out of space, her parasitic offspring looking only to escape. The thrashing from inside gets more and more violent, until there’s a gurgling shriek alongside the sound of flesh tearing. More parasites erupt from the once slim frame. It’s pandemonium all around you, women being forced to birth these things, or fleeing, cradling their pregnant bellies, praying they haven’t become the next time-bomb.
You gaze teary-eyed at your own life-filled form. The pressure is mounting, even as you continue struggling to birth your deadly young, causing you to pant desperately, barely able to breathe as every little movement radiates across your entire fecund mound. Your belly-button pops out, and you know it’s almost time.
A teenage girl is looking at you, horrified, her own belly just beginning to swell. Sobbing, she pulls down her pants and panties, squats in front of you, and begins to birth her own offspring in a panic. You can already tell the poor thing isn’t strong enough, she’s too young. She, like you, is doomed. It’s just a matter of time now.
The sharp pains begin. Almost every woman has either been infected, has left, or is dying. You start to scream as your flesh is stretched, you’re reaching your limits. “Please! PLEASE, NO!” you cry, not even knowing who you’re pleading to. You just wanted to go to the concert, that was all… “I CAN’T! I CAN’T HOLD THEM BACK! PLEASE, DON’T KILL ME!” But the horrors within don’t care for your pleas, and you feel them become impatient. The pressure within is unbearable, and you feel the parasites inside shoving against your uterus, causing your skin to tent out as they seek to over-tax your fragile body.
The movement becomes even more intense as you fan at the hot, straining flesh, the firm prods from within becoming stronger, until the monsters threatening to burst out are thrashing, causing you to shriek in agony. You feel ribs crack, your womb ruptures under the strain, the parasites pouring into your body, damaging your organs as still more of the nightmares continue to grow inside. Finally, with a gurgling cry, blood leaking from your mouth, your womb rips open, spilling the lethal children you’ve gestated onto the street.
The young girl in front of you is staring at a writhing full-term belly now. She reaches out tentatively, seemingly confused. “Ow… it hurts… Why does it hurt so much…” she almost whispers. Then the loud, ripping noise that signals her demise reaches your ears, and you see her own terrible brood land near yours. Darkness begins to consume you, and you welcome its embrace.
Office Blackmail
“You’ll do it.” My boss said smugly, leering at me. He was an ugly, mean bastard, but this was a whole new low for him. I scowled, repulsed my the fat, blonde, old scuzzball with blonde hair. “In no timeline of any universe in any bizzaro version of reality would I even consider, for half of a second, letting you have sex with me.” I growled as threateningly as possible. “And I’m going to report you to HR for this. You may be my boss, but this ain’t a fast food restaurant, and someone will be very interested to know what you just told me to do.”
A disgusting grin met my proclamation. “Oh, maybe in most cases you would turn me down, and that would be that. But I happen to know what you did to get where you are.” The hideous toad-man waddled confidently toward me, and I resisted the urge to rip his throat out with my teeth. “Does the name ‘Sarah’ mean anything to you?”
Shit. Yea, it did. At the behest of some of my superiors, with the promise of a big pay increase and some words in the right ears about me, I’d done something awful. We had some interesting specimens we’d caught in the wild, they seemed to have a somewhat unhealthy attraction for human females. Well, we happened to have one of those going around the office asking if what we were doing was morally acceptable, so I was asked if I would, hypothetically, drug her coffee and leave a pair of the little beasties in her office over the weekend. And, hypothetically, I agreed.
Fast forward a week later, the troublemaker took her new baby specimens and left with her assistant who got locked in by accident, and I was in the running for a sweet administrative position within ImPrig Corp. For the longest time, it seemed like I’d gotten away with it unnoticed.
Now, this slimy sleeze-ball was telling me that if I didn’t open up the downstairs entrance for him, I’d be in a boatload of trouble. And he seemed to know what I’d done. If word got out, I’d be looking for a new job. Most likely from a cozy jail cell. I only glared, hate and rage combining to form a tight ball of emotion in my core, but the member of the board just continued approaching as cool as could be.
“Come on, admit it. I’ve got you cold. But hey, you’ve just got to let me get in you once, I promise. Just a quickie, you don’t even have to do much. Tell you what, I’ll even sweeten it a bit. A position is about to open up real soon, I swear. On the board of directors. If you do me this one little favor, I could let your name slide onto a list of prospective members. In about nine months, you could have the same powers I do. Wouldn’t that be interesting?”
I continued scowling, but some of the steel left my gaze. I hated this, hated being under this skeezball’s thumb, hated being cornered.
But the board of directors… Not just a promotion, but right up to one of the highest positions in the company. Dear lord, even with this dirt, there are several ways I could make that info irrelevant. All I needed was a chance, a whisper in the right ear.
Not softening my gaze even slightly, I started unbuttoning my shirt. I couldn’t forgive myself for agreeing, but the offer was too good, the price of refusal too high.
I’ll spare you the details. They’re not worth mentioning, beyond it being unsatisfying, shameful, and messy. Suffice it to say Mr. Blackmail was as bad a lover as he was ugly.
Unfortunately, as I learned in the next couple months, there was one thing he was very good at. True to his word, the blonde bastard put in a good word for me in high places, and eyes started watching me, analyzing if I had what it took to be on the board. I started getting a bit sick from time to time, but I passed it off as nerves.
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Three months later I still hadn’t had my period. Four, and some of my clothes weren’t fitting anymore. I didn’t want to admit it, didn’t even want to entertain the idea, but as I hit month five and my belly started to push out noticeably, I caved and took a test. And of course, it turned out the slimy toad-man’s swimmers had gotten just as lucky as their progenitor. I was pregnant with his child. God, just the thought of it made me want to puke again, that that ungodly little blonde fleck of mold managed to force me to begin gestating his offspring. Well, joke was on him, I was gonna get rid of it. Yea, it was outlawed, but women found ways to do that for generations before it was legal, and we still found ways to this day.
Except the very next day after I’d found out my condition, I was called back into Mr. McSkeezy’s office. “I hear you’re expecting!” He said, a wicked grin on his ugly face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I replied coldly, icy hate coating every word. “I certainly haven’t had sex with anyone I’d want to have a baby with. It’s just a bit of weight.” With a pointed gaze, I spat “I intend to lose it very, VERY soon.”
The silence in the room was so profound, you could almost hear the acid from my words sizzling a hole into the carpet. “I think I like you with a bit of weight.” my employer replied. I was surprised and more than a bit alarmed to hear what seemed to be notes of rage beneath his words. “In fact, I like it so much, I want you to show it off.” Placing his meaty palms on the desk, the red-faced fat man rose to his full, profoundly un-intimidating height. “I was going to call you in here to offer sympathies as to your condition, even offer to help. But you… you spat in my face. Well fine, I’ll be exactly what you wanted.
"No, you won’t get rid of our child. You’re going to carry it, day by day, month by month, feeling the baby I’m forcing you to grow within you get bigger and stronger.” I knew I’d hit a terribly sore spot, torn a hole in the awful man’s armor, because for all the acid that had been in my tone before, there was pure, unmitigated rage every syllable in the miserable creature in front of me’s speech. “And you’re going to birth it, and raise it for me too. If you do anything even SLIGHTLY different from what I’m telling you right now, everyone will no. I’ll print it in the goddamn newspaper, I’ll higher a damn SKYWRITER, I’ll launch a fucking ROCKET into SPACE, and have it carved into the MOON, every SINGLE bit of dirt I have on you!
"You’re not allowed to buy new clothes. I’ll give you exactly what you need to properly show off your swelling baby belly, so everyone can celebrate your condition with you. Of course, you’ll look pretty unprofessional, letting your tight, heavy tummy hang out for everyone to see and rub whenever they want, but I happen to know a few of the people watching you are into that, so it won’t hurt your chances too much. And after you push my child out from between your legs, you’re gonna raise it. You’re gonna be a mommy for the rest of your life, and if you are ever anything but the most supportive, wonderful mother in the world, I will PERSONALLY burn your ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD TO THE GROUND, EVEN IF I CATCH MYSELF IN THE FLAMES!!!”
I was scared. Never, ever before had I seen somebody this mad. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was shivering. “Have I made myself perfectly clear?” the short, nasty creature growled. It would have been hilarious had I not known he held the power to do exactly as he said. I nodded slowly, gripping my chair tight.
“Lift your shirt.” I considered resisting the command, but the fire in the watery, squinting eyes made my decision. I started to raise it entirely, but a snarled “Stop.” came just as it cleared my midsection. Walking stiffly over, a small, trembling hand caressed my firm, life-filled belly. His expression softened slightly, and he murmured “I never had an heir of my own… never had a wife… always too busy, too short, too ugly… but now…” Slowly, the awful man who commanded my future withdrew, returning to his seat. “Tomorrow you will receive your first set of maternity clothes. Wear nothing else but what I give you. Go, now.”
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From that moment forward, the acting began. I grew to hate this child, as it took up more space within my body by the day. My whole body was in discomfort, ankles swelling, chest throbbing as my breasts filled with warm, sticky milk, hips aching as they flared out to make delivery easier.
Almost worse was the things that were supposed to be nice. My whole body became more sensitive. The latest brush over my nipples made me gasp, and as my feminine lips began to swell and puff out, just walking could leave me shivering as my tight clothes pressed against my delicate parts. I often had to change panties multiple times a day simply because I couldn’t avoid a state of perpetual low-key arousal.
The worst part was my belly. It began swelling fast after that meeting, seemingly making up for lost time, and the clothes I was sent were never large enough to hide it. Everyone wanted to rub my baby bump, and as the skin stretched and grew hot with developing life, the act of someone stroking the firm, round swell of my pregnant form made me have to bite back pleased moans.
As my belly button began to flatten and inevitably poke out, my whole midsection became a massive, perpetually exposed erogenous zone. Even fingertips brushing against my gravid feminine orb was enough to make me whimper with arousal. Several of my coworkers discovered this, and around the same time word got out that I never said no to belly rubs, though with no mention that it was because I wasn’t allowed to.
And so it became an almost daily ritual that somebody, male and female in equal measure, would begin stroking my pregnant swell, making me pant and moan, pleasure radiating through my body and coiling deep inside my life-filled mound. The baby would start kicking, and the stimulation outside combined with the movement of my unwanted offspring within more than once lead to my toes curling within my stockings, and someone letting out a surprised, pleased gasp as I orgasmed helplessly in front of them, even as humiliation and shame burned within me.
It was my life for the better part of four months, trying to work while being viewed by many as nothing more than a mother to be, waddling around exposed for their pleasure. And every move, every shift within me of my child made me sick with anger and disgust. A daily reminder that I was pregnant, helpless to do anything but let the offspring of that disgusting man grow inside bit by bit, making everything harder, transforming me into a mother for it.
Inevitably, though, it all came to an end. Of course, just as inevitably, it was in the worst possible way.
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Great. A traffic jam, exactly what I needed. Especially today of all days, with my promotion on the line. Almost as if to remind me how bad this everything was, a gentle kick came from inside my heavy womb. The damn thing just wouldn’t stay still, constantly reminding me that I was carrying an entire human being inside me. Damnit.
I sat, tapping my feet anxiously against the floor of my car, leaning back as much as I could to take the pressure off my aching midsection. “Ugh… would you stop it? Nobody cares if you’re cramped, you’re not the only one.” My fingertips stroked over the taut skin gently, trying to soothe the child of the poor excuse for a human being that controlled my life at the moment. I allowed my palm to cup the tight, warm bump, fully caressing my fertile womb, when the worst thing happened.
I gasped as I felt my midriff contract beneath my palm, causing a mean cramp to grip me tightly. I moaned, trying to take deep breaths, focusing on holding the steering wheel and paying attention to the car in front of me. It was a brief pain, fading away shortly after, but it made me very scared. I was wearing a skirt and tight leggings as well as my underwear. My car, for all its fancy features, wasn’t exactly the most spacious thing, and squirming around enough to get my clothes off while in labor without accidentally stomping the gas pedal and getting into a wreck was unlikely.
I just resolved to hold on until I got to work, or at the very least out of traffic. Another contraction gripped me as I thought that, less than a minute away from the first one. “Little bastard… don’t you dare…” I grunted through gritted teeth, the pain much stronger than before and leaving an intense pressure behind it, pressing down within my body. I continued breathing, trying to calm myself. “Labor takes a while to really ramp up, I’ll be fine. This isn’t some sort of hentai nonsense, it’s not like there’s some weird creature inside me. I probably won’t even need to push until dinner, and that’s if I’m lucky. Could be in labor until tomorrow before my water even breaks.”
Confident in that belief, I growled as the cars in front of me ground to a stop after only moving a very short distance. Great, we were practically gridlocked. Wonderful. I was gonna be so late.
I spent the next hour stressed over several things. Time ticked by slowly, and as the cars all inched forward, my cervix was gradually forced open bit by painful bit, the baby I’d been blackmailed into carrying sinking deeper into my pelvis with each awful cramp. I could tell that this was definitely labor, there was no way something this painful could be Braxton hicks, no chance this much pressure could be a false alarm.
It was really the head pressing down that was driving me insane. Just the relentless pushing, feeling it try to surge forward with every potent spasm, hurting a bit more each time and settling just a bit lower. It started echoing through my whole body, making me shudder. I would feel the baby shift and it would make my grip tighten, another move and I’d part my legs without thinking, or I’d arch my feet up onto their tiptoes. After a while the urge to push started to course through me, which I angerly fought. No way was I going to give in.
I knew I was going to be miserable all day. What I didn’t expect was as we sat in traffic, trying to listen to the radio and panting through the next contraction, I would hear a muffled pop from within myself. “Oh god…” I whimpered, as a strange sensation coursed down my body. I opened my thighs as amniotic fluid gushed out of my puffy womanhood, my waters pouring out into my underwear and leggings, coating my leather seat and soaking all my clothes from the waist down.
I sat perfectly still, stunned, as the scent of my juices slowly wafted up from my ruined clothes, filling the car with the musky, potent scent of chilbirth. The pressure had dissipated, but I knew what this was only a very brief reprieve. The baby, his baby, was coming, here and now. Labor had come on so quickly, I didn’t understand.
Then, all that confusion was washed away as the next contraction hit. “Oh no… oh no, god, it HURRRTSSSS!” I arched my feet harder, throwing my head back as I gripped the wheel so tightly my fingers turned pale. I could feel it, the head, forcing my cervix apart, starting to enter my birth canal. The need to bear down with everything I had pounded through me in waves of compulsion, almost impossible to resist.
But I panted through it, even as my thighs trembled, and waited for the pain to pass. Then, wiping the sweat beading on my forehead away, I gently pressed down on the gas as the traffic inched forward. Speaking thereof, another potent spasm gripped me, and the head inside my feminine tunnel inched forward as well, even as I resisted the need to open my legs wide and give everything to expelling my unwanted baby from my body. I breathed heavily, letting out little cries of pain with every exhale, taken aback by how strong the pain already was.
For another hour, traffic crept along at a pace that would frustrate a snail. Apparently, there had been an awful wreck, and traffic was at a standstill for miles around. I was in hard labor the whole time, tears running down my face as contractions assaulted my body, the head feeling impossibly huge inside me, like it was surely going to split me in half. I tried to puff out breaths through the squeezing, gripping pain, fighting the desperate need to push. But often, lost in a haze of agony, I found myself screaming, legs open wide and trembling as I tried to force my blackmail baby down toward my dripping, swollen womanhood, raw instinct taking over as the pain of childbirth almost made me black out.
The whole time, I had to carefully press the accelerator through contractions, carefully turn the wheel as agony coursed through my body, spasms so strong my gravid middle visibly shrank. and bit by bit, the infant I’d gestated for nine months against my will began to emerge. I could feel it forcing my gender to bulge outward. It made my swollen lips drag against my soaking wet underwear, causing me to shiver at the sensation. “Damn it… stupid… baby… coming out into my p-panties… I don’t want to… birth into my leggings… oh god… please, it hurts so much!”
My pleas went unheard, however. My body was ready to be a mother, even if I loathed what had been done to me. And it’s urges would be ignored no longer. It was time to push. It was time to birth. “I don’t… want to… give birth right now… please, just… just wait, please, oh GOD PLEASE OWWW, IT’S COOOMINGGG!!!” I shrieked as I gave in to my body, and pushed with everything I had. My fingernails dug into the sides of my seat, and I lifted my legs, knees coming up on either side of my steering wheel, toes curling within my tight, wet leggings.
As I surrendered to my feminine needs, traffic moved ahead of me. horns began to sound all around me, I was holding everyone up, but I couldn’t pay attention. My labor was getting so powerful, the cramps practically overlapping each other, only allowing me to gulp in a couple hurried breaths between each. And bit by agonizing bit, my crotch bulged out further, before my womanhood began to part around the head of the child I’d been blackmailed into giving life to.
“I’m crowing, oh god please, someone, I’m crowing into my panties, it’s coming OUT into my UNDERWEAR it HURST SO BAD, someone HELP MEEE!!!” fire blossomed between my legs, like someone had engulfed my clothes in flame. The feeling of my sensitive folds stretching wider with every shrieking effort was pure agony, but slowly, the thing forcing me to give it life began to slip from my feminine slit.
I had to move. I was going to cause another accident if I didn’t pull forward, everyone was so recklessly angry right now. crying out with every exhale, I lowered my legs, keeping my left on tiptoes as I tried to gently manipulate the gas with my right. I focused on the wheel, even as another searing cramp ran through my body. I could feel my underwear being forced away from my gender as more of the head emerged, causing a bulge to form between my legs. I tried to push as hard as possible while not causing an accident, leaning back as my thighs quivered, my vision blurring as I tried to bear down with the pain.
The bulge between my legs grew as more of my baby slid from between my thighs. I sobbed in shame and pain, my whole being consumed with the need to have my firstborn come gushing out from within my pregnant form and into my clothes, regardless of if I was in this car or not. As I once more gently pressed the gas between contractions, I could feel the fabric of my panties forcing the head to slowly slip back in, forcing pained moans from my lips as I felt my progress undone.
I spent the better part of another hour crowing, battling against my own clothes. I would scream my unwanted child a bit further out, then take a few brief moments to check if I needed to move the car, shuddering as my offspring was forced back into my entrance slightly before another agonizing contraction gripped me once more. The bulge between my legs grew bit by bit, the car reeking of sweat and birthing fluids. But no matter how hard I tried to get the infant that had been blackmailed into my feminine body out, my leggings and panties held it at their apex, unable to stretch any further.
My hands ached from gripping the wheel and the sides of my seat depending on how bad the cramps were. My feet ached from swapping between toes curling into tight balls, knees propped up on the dashboard for leverage, and being positioned for proper driving, toes splayed wide or knees held high while I rested on tip-toe. My thighs wouldn’t stop quivering, my entire body aching from exhaustion as a result of my difficult labor.
“Please… I can’t, I can’t keep pushing, I’m so tired… please baby, come out of mommy… come OUT OF MEEE!” I wailed, once more putting all my strength into birthing… and finally, it happened. I heard a faint snapping, some slight ripping. My clothes were finally starting to give way. Reaching between my legs, I felt the massive bulge only to detect the fabric had been thinned, slowly overtaxed by my body’s relentless efforts. Carefully, I tugged while also trying to steer, fumbling blindly while keeping an eye on the road. After some sharp yanks, I managed to make a decent hole in the center of the tenting fabric. A few more on my soft, white, soaking wet underwear, and I felt my child’s head for the first time beneath my fingertips. It was a small hole, but I knew a few good pushes would make it grow.
I screamed in agony, bearing down with all my remaining energy, and was rewarded with a tearing noise, the cloth being rent wide open as my newborn at last emerged to the base of it’s neck, accompanies by a fresh surge of bodilly juices. The shoulders came fairly easily, thank whatever gods may or may not be watching. Another potent contraction slipped one shoulder free, and the rest of my first baby slid from between my thighs in a painful, hot surge of motion and amniotic fluid.
It landed with a thud on the floor, and I considered letting it lay there, crying, until I got to work. But the traffic jam was still barely moving, and the wailing became irritating fast.
Lifting my shirt and removing my bra to expose tender, leaking nipples, I let my unwanted newborn latch on for it’s first ever meal. First examination exposed “it” to be a “she”. I hadn’t even thought of any names, hadn’t considered how I would raise my offspring, hadn’t considered what would happen if I found myself actually caring for her. But, as I sat in my reeking car, dripping with sweat from the waist up and amniotic fluid from the waist down, I found myself growing attached to the thing I’d hated only a short while before.
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Hours later, having not brought a second set of clothes with me, I walked into the office. I’d delivered the placenta in the car, so I was spared having the cord dangling out from my exposed groin. At this point I didn’t care about the looks I got, wasn’t concerned about the scent I was leaving behind, wasn’t concerned with the fact I was so exhausted I could barely walk straight, hardly stand in the elevator without collapsing.
I walked to the evil man who had done this to me, stormed into his office.
I collapsed into his chair as he gazed at me with those squinty, watery eyes, the look tinged with concern.
Tears choking my voice, I confessed I hadn’t thought of baby names. I realized there was likely no coming back from this, that I’d been inexcusably late for the meeting, that the state I’d arrived in was horrible, unforgivable.
I knew my career was over. So I did the only think I could think of to do anymore. What I’d been doing for the last for months.
I turned to the one blackmailing me, and asked him what I should do.
The wicked little man smiled.
Invaded Highschool 3: Determined Stride
Your eyes don’t leave the most recent victim. She rests fitfully, moaning as her dreams consume her, the eggs that just slipped from between her legs moving slightly as you watch. As you wonder where to go from here, a choked sob comes from behind you. Your first impulse is to seek cover, before you remember that you’re completely undetectable. But a shiver still goes down your spine as the bizarre alien beast walks by the mouth of the hallway.
It’s ducks to fit within the confines of the building, breathing heavily, and carrying another victim over its shoulder. You take several deep breaths to calm your nerves. But once more, the girl from the weight room moans as she rests, nightmares clearly tormenting her. The pitiful sounds spark something a touch reckless within you, and you stride forward, determination driving your movements. Remaining as quiet as possible, you follow, getting information from your scanner as you go. The creature is clearly some form of warrior class, no genitalia to speak of. But it didn’t matter right now, as the poor teenager it was lugging around was already gestating something. Apparently, it was transporting it’s impregnated cargo to somewhere secure the soon-to-be-mother could finish growing at before she was forced to birth the thing that had been forced into her womb.
You followed for a time, silently observing, until both the creature and you heard a noise. A notification flashed up telling you a female student was hiding in a locker nearby, just as the alien beast began sniffing at the air, its eyes simmering with suspicion. Carefully, the hulking monstrosity approached where your readings showed the terrified student was hiding.
You had to act now. You couldn’t just watch not just one but two more girls be made to suffer this fate scared and alone.
Acting quickly, you dashed to a glob of the sticky pink biomass that seemed to be getting more omnipresent as you went further into the school. It had small, almost bone-like protrusions on them, akin to spikes. It would be perfect for your needs. Your cloaking field exploded with static lines over your entire body as you pried a sharp clump from the wall. Warning signs flashed up across your sight as your batteries went into overdrive trying to compensate for your actions, desperately trying to maintain your stealth, but you paid them no heed. Instead, you launched the spined clump of goo directly at the base of the hulking beasts’ neck.
The sharp prongs sank deep into flesh, and the monster reared back, spinning as it bellowed out a challenge. it’s precious cargo dropped to the floor, and you darted over to the dazed victim as the impact jostled her awake. As the almost-discovered teen burst from her hiding spot and fled while her stalker was distracted, you leaned next to the already-pregnant victim and whispered that she needed to run, quickly. You quickly blurt directions to the front door and say you’ll follow closely, to make sure she’s safe. Dazed, clearly confused, the pregnant teenager nods nonetheless, and you help her rise from the ground, warnings once more flashing up as static crackled across your vision.
The inhuman warrior slams a fist into the lockers the other girl was hiding within just moments ago, letting out an earth-shaking challenge. But the creature’s rage blinds it to the hasty retreat you and it’s cargo make, the map you’ve been constructing giving you easy instructions. You won’t leave, not yet, but you can at least get the poor, dazed schoolgirl to the general area of the exit. You can’t leave another victim helpless to suffer, not right now. Not this time.
After the enraged bellows of the massive alien fade into the distance, the two of you slow your pace, and you take in the condition of the terrified teenager. The scanner indicated that she’s roughly seventeen, but you could swear she’s younger. The high schooler is walking along unsteadily, just about five foot nothing, her skin a mocha brown. Her hair was done in corn rows leading back along her head, ending in a short braid. Glasses grace the dark-skinned victim’s face, and behind them you see dark eyes swimming with tears. “Th-thank you…” she murmurs, a hand idly rubbing her life-filled midriff.
The things inside her womb are growing quickly now, running out of room, forcing the already exhausted girl’s womb to stretch, her belly beginning to acquire the tight, round firmness of pregnancy. “They… they went inside me… I think they got me pregnant… they got the others pregnant… can you get them out of me? I can f-feel them growing… I can’t believe it, I’ve got their babies growing in me…” the dark-skinned school girls voice broke, and as you watch, her shirt begins to raise higher, the traumatized teenagers belly starting to swell with alien life.
You continue to quietly offer directions, but little more than that, every word you speak causing more strain on your field, as it has to filter out your verbal sounds from the ones you make simply by moving. “God… I’m so full… they’re making me carry their young… just like those movies… I can’t believe it… I’m pregnant.” The overwhelmed soon-to-be-mother stops, holding her midriff as it swells with unwanted children. “They raped me. I’m… I’m pregnant with my rapist’s monster babies… I’m gonna have to birth them, aren’t I? I don’t want to…”
You want to offer comfort. You want to tell this poor teenager that everything will be ok. But every spare word does more harm to your mission, so all you can do is tell her that, at the next turn, go left. That and try not to enjoy the spectacle of her body being changed with her condition. The pregnant girl is wearing a skirt, but no panties, her undergarments clearly having been torn apart in her initial violation. The button up shirt the well-dressed teen is wearing is straining to hold together as her belly swells quickly until you watch one button be torn off, exposing even more of her gravid orb.
Pained sobs escape the overwhelmed, short victim as familiar sounds reach your ears. The groaning and popping of her hips flaring out quickly to make delivery easier, permanently marking her as a woman who has delivered children for the rest of her life. Another button flies off, an even darker line running vertically down, over her tight, warm swell. The deep black streak highlights how much larger the schoolgirl has become in a short time, and as you watch, her belly button is pulled flat, before being forced outward by her developing offspring.
For a while, the only sounds are crying and soft footsteps, alongside the occasional, quiet directions from you. You state that it’s just a bit further, you can be there within a few more minutes if you continue going. The longest sentence you’ve said since the initial rescue. Stopping for a moment to lean against the wall, the cornrowed student nods, and begins walking forward once more.
Then, a moan of pain, as the dark skinned teen holds her fertile midriff tightly. You see it shrink beneath her fingers, and your scanner confirms that labor is beginning, and seems to be progressing rapidly. This contraction was so powerful it almost fully dilated the student’s cervix, and the children within her womb were pressing down forcefully. The cramp must have been incredibly painful to have forced her open so quickly, and as it began to release, the soon-to-be mother moaned “It hurts… it hurts so bad, oh god, I think they’re… think they’re… COMING! AHHHHOH NO PLEASE!!!”
Staggering forward a step, the laboring teenager held her hard, life-filled belly tight as a faint popping sounded. You looked down, noting the sneakers and white thigh-high stockings contrasting with her dark skin before amniotic fluid begin to leak from her swollen feminine lips. It ran down the screaming students thighs, soaking her socks, staining them with her juices as her thighs quivered, knees weak from the pain.
“Nooo… no, I have to… to keep w-walking… no matter how… how much pressure there is… oh god it HURTS!” Another contraction gripped the laboring victim tight, but somehow, even as she cried out, the soon-to-be mother staggered forward a step. Then, as tears ran down her face, another. The dark-skinned bearer of alien offspring refused to give into the pain of her condition, and even as agony coursed through her swollen midsection, she forced herself to continue moving forward.
For a time, this continued. Sweat began to glisten on the laboring teen’s dark skin, mingling with the tears running down her face as she fought her labor. But inevitably, her body betrayed the poor girl utterly, helping the inhuman creatures she’d been forced to bear down her birth canal inch by agonizing inch, until finally, the moment you’d been waiting to hear arrived.
“It’s… c-crowning… oh god please THEY’RE COMING OUT!!!” No longer able to keep her legs together as she waddled, with the next step the desperate student opened her thighs wide, face turning slightly red as she tried to fight the need to bear down, and failed. Her screams echoed through the hall as she pushed, and you knelt down, gazing up the life-filled beauties skirt and admiring her dark lipped gender as it began to bulge, and then part. At first, there’s just a wet tear drop shape slowly growing between the laboring teenager’s legs. Then, as she sobbed and strained with the effort of childbirth, the thing forced itself lower, parting her puffy, glistening lips apart.
As the tormented victim’s feminine opening dripped more amniotic fluid, her first child made itself fully visible. “It hurts… IT HUUUURTS!” she screamed, forcing herself to take another bow-legged step forward, even as the thing she was giving birth to slid further out of her burning, stretching gender. “I have to push… I have… TO… PUSH!” Her ragged voice screamed, and finally, a light pink, gently pulsing egg dropped out of her sex with a hot surge of motion and fluid.
It was different from the eggs of the last girl. But this poor thing seemed to be just as full of alien ovum, though she continued to forced herself to continue, taking exaggerated steps even through her contractions, leaning heavily against the wall, panting as sweat ran down her body. and another egg started to bulge its way out from between the exhausted victim’s legs.
Another trembling step, and another pained cry. You watched eagerly as once more, those bald, dark lips opened bit by bit, letting another bizarre, fleshy egg force its way from the unwilling mother’s body. Leaning against the wall, the desperate black student forced herself to step forward once more, the movement causing another shelled baby to gush from her birth canal. “It’s too much… oh god, I can’t, I CAN’T!”
And yet, in spite of this tormented cry of denial, the laboring teen forced herself to take another stride, and another. Every step squirted another pink orb from the wailing girl’s gender, every one accompanied with another potent gush of birthing juices, leaving a trail of shining fluids and small eggs. Every delivery seemed to take more energy from the desperate student, but still, using the wall for support, the poor life-filled victim forced herself to continue, even as alien after alien was forced from her agonized, laboring body.
Finally, the door was visible. Invisibly following, the sweat drenched alien incubator staggered over to the glass doors, dropping eggs with every step. “Oh god… oh there’s so many… they’re… pressing… down! They want… they want to be BORN RIGHT NOW! I have to push… I have… to… PUUUSH!!!”
To the horror of the assembled workers outside the school, they were given a clear view of the nightmare occurring to the students within. The short, dark-skinned fertility goddess pressed her swollen belly against the glass, opening her legs, and gripping the push bar tight as her legs trembled. And, with a blood-curdling scream, she gave into her body’s needs.
Egg after egg pumped out of the black student’s nethers. Non-stop one after another, they formed a pink, squirming pile between her legs, cheeks turning red with effort and shame, knowing that everyone could see what was happening to her, what she was doing. Fleshy orbs gushed from the teenage girl’s gender as she wailed, juices spurting around the offspring, forming a strong-smelling puddle around her.
Finally, after several minutes, her womb was once more empty. The teenager collapsed to the side of her unwanted children, embarrassed and feeling used in a fundamental way. You watch, breathing heavily, as the doors are opened, the girl you rescued given a blanket and taken into one of the tents for medical treatment and questioning.
Mixed emotions coarse through you, as you turn once more into the school. If nothing else, you helped save this one student… but at what cost? Surely, the aliens must be somewhat aware of you now, having attacked one of their warriors, even if you were invisible. Such occasions will be harder to pull off now, as your foes will most likely be on guard.
Well… that, and your own conflicting feelings on what’s happening to these girls. Yes, it’s horrifying, to imagine what they must be experiencing. But at the same time… seeing those alien children forcing their lips to open wide, listening to their pained cries as they bear down, delivering children they never wanted… You try not to think about that. Instead, you focus on the paths before you, and where you can go next to get the most information…
The Beastmaster (1982): PREGNANT: At the beginning of the film (~6 minutes), a sorceress sneaks into the tent of the king and his pregnant wife along with a cow. The sorceress lifts up the wife’s gown, exposing her belly, then pours a fluorescent blue liquid onto the couple’s necks, seemingly paralyzing them. The sorceress then performs a spell on the wife’s belly, which causes her stomach to swell and deflate repeatedly as the baby is transferred into the cow. We see one of the baby’s hands push out of her belly before being fully transplanted into the cow.
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Jude invited himself over to his buddy Dustin’s house to find him curled up in his bathtub, sobbing in his pajamas.
“Dusty, what’re you doing in here?? You never take days off. Are you okay?”
“…N-no, n-not okay…”
“Whats wrong dude?” Jude said, getting down on his knees by the side of the tub.
“Belly…” he murmurs, putting his legs down and pointing, sniffling and crying.
His belly was very bloated, peeking from under his tanktop like he’d just stuffed himself and covered in goosebumps, but the most noticeably strange, scary feature? The skin around his belly button was covered in black vein patterns.
“Dusty, you need to go to a hospital, right now.”
He pulled his shirt down over his belly and turned away, moaning of pain before whimpering a “no”.
“Look i know you’re scared of hospitals but this is serious-”
Jude is interrupted by a loud yelp of pain, and Dustin starts to hyperventilate, rolling back towards him and hugging him around the shoulders, sobbing loudly, grunting and moaning awful pains, as his stomach stretched from his body, the marks getting longer. He gripped Jude’s shirt and screamed.
As Dustin lets go and his breathing slows, he pulls back into the bathtub, grunting softer, hand on Judes arm.
“What the fuck.” Jude responds, eloquently. He touches a hand to Dustins belly, fascinated yet horrified. He pressed his legs together in response to a sudden, unwanted wave of arousal, and Dustin panted uncomfortably.
“Ngh… J-Jude. S-somethings… In me… It’s growing… I dont know if it’ll hurt me when it gets out, but it wants out…”
Jude runs his hand along the underside of Dustin’s tight, round belly, and he feels it. A twitch, undeniably the movement of something inside. Another wave of arousal strikes Jude, and he feels himself blush. It becomes hard to restrain himself, despite his disgust at himself, when he feels it grow beneath his fingers as Dustin screams again, bracing himself on Judes shoulders and bawling, inconsolable, his belly now full term sized.
“Nnngh, gah-god… Is-is it d-done yet??” he whimpers, hugging Jude. Jude’s urges are growing more and more annoying, and he catches himself going in for a kiss for a moment while Dustin is shivering in their embrace, nuzzling into his neck, begging for comfort.
After several long minutes of embracing and calming down, Dustin gasps.
“M-my boxers are w-wet? W-what- oH GOD! OH GOD, IT HUUUURTS! Nnnnnnngh! HnnnnNNNNNGH!”
His belly started growing again, doubling in size in half the time as the previous growth spurts, as black fluid soaks his boxers, contractions beginning to ravage his vulnerable body, breathing hard as he is forced to push.
Judes arousal has become undeniable, as he rocks in place, sweating, before something comes over him. Panting still, but suddenly confident, he climbs into the bathtub behind Dustin.
“Pull down your boxers. It’ll make this easier.”
“G-good idea… I n-nnnnnngh! I n-need to push it out before it gets any b-bigger…”
He obeys quickly and shakily.
“Bend over the side of the bathtub.”
“O-okay, if you think it’ll help…”
As soon as he does, Jude shoves himself inside him.
“NNNNNNGH!! What are you doing?! Why are you doing this?!”
Jude pants, thrusting into Dustin faster and faster, dustins belly jiggling and slapping against the wall of the low tub.
“I’ll fuck the thing out of you.” Jude growled, grabbing Dustins chest and squeezing it hard, “then i’ll fuck more babies into you. You’d like that w-wouldnt you, cow?”
Dustin gasped with every thrust, pushing and pushing as hard as he could, unable to respond beyond moaning, barely able to think of anything but suffering.
“Nnnnnngh, gah, its cominnnnnnnngh! It’s b-beinnnnnng born! Please stop! I want to give b-birth and end-”
“I knew you wanted this, i knew it as soon as you said something was inside you! You wanted to please me, you knew what i wanted, so you found a way to do it while keeping yourself while being loyal to me, didnt you? Give birth for me, push it free!” Jude moans, pulling out of Dustin’s rear, just as a hard push brings the offspring to a crown.
Dustin screams until his voice is hoarse, his throat raw and his entrance stretched so wide it felt like it was on fire.
It only took twenty minutes, but it felt like a hellish eternity. The creature was born. A strange grey skinned infant, with tiny horns and black eyes, fifteen pounds. But before Dustin could get a good look at it, another contraction rocked him, and a second was crowning.
This one took an hour to birth, and it was a whopping eighteen pounds. Dustin failed to notice Jude leave the room.
“Demon summoning, huh? Not so pure of a method after all. But god is it hot.” Jude purred sensually. “How about i summon up your demon friend and knock you up again, beautiful?”
“NO! I DIDNT DO THIS FOR YOU, I MADE A DEAL I DIDNT UN -”fuuc
But before he could finish, Jude was already shouting the summoning rites.
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Jude sat propped up against the door, sobbing, belly swelling, kicks rolling beneath its black-veined surface.
"Th-theres something inside!", legs spread and bracing, his belly like a big red beach ball. "What d-did you do to me?!" he asked, betrayed. "Something i had to do. I simply had to see you desperate like this, my pet." he replied, taking a drag off his cig. "It's too big! It'll KILL me! Please get it out of me!" "theres only one way to get them out of you, and thats the natural way. It'll be so cute seeing you birth them all." "Theres more than one?!" "Naturally. Demons breed in litters, love."
dangerous plants
Imagine, scientist T. He’s collecting samples of plants and soil on a new world with an earth like atmosphere. It’s supposed to be pretty safe - no scary predators, not many big creatures at all. It’s a lovely, idyllic world. So T is just cheerfully collecting samples down by the lake.
He comes across an enormous plant with giant blooms like a lily. The flower is almost as tall as he is, and has an enormous pistil surrounded by waving stamens. T climbs into the flower to sample some of the pollen, and the clear fluid dripping down the pistil. The scent is intoxicating, and he sort of loses track of time. Groggily, he tries to finish his work, but the stamens are rubbing against him. T thinks it is just the wind. They leave pollen on him, and twine around his arms and legs.
One pushes up the back of his shirt. Dizzy from the flower’s scent and the pollen, T tries to back away. But he’s caught, helpless in the grip of the stamens. T struggles, and as he tries to free himself, stamens push up the legs of his shorts and under his shirt. They rub more pollen on his skin, drugging him into submission. He’s probed, stamens forcing their soft, pollen coated tips into his mouth while others rub over his skin. The pistil bends towards him, the bulbous tip seemingly huge and oozing a slick, clear nectar. The flower forces the pistil into T’s mouth, into his throat. He chokes, gagging and struggling to breathe around it.
Shamefully hard, T tries to scream but the sound is muffled. A stamen is rubbing against his cock, having worked its way into his boxers, and another is pressing between his buttocks. Between the lack of oxygen and the pollen, T is only half conscious as the plant releases heavy spurts of fluid down his throat. He comes, forced to orgasm as the plant fills him, and then blacks out.
T wakes up in the scientific outpost where he’s staying with two other scientists from the mission. His companions K and S found him, carried him back. He’s embarrassed to describe what happened to them. K performs an ultrasound on him when his stomach begins to swell a few days later. S is riveted to the screen, showing T’s belly full of small eggs or seeds. Terrified, T begs them to take whatever it is out. S and K share a look over his swollen belly. They’re at the outpost for months before another supply ship will visit. S begins to rub T’s belly, talking in a soothing voice about how it will be fine, they’ll take good care of him. T practically sobs as he tries to struggle away. But K helps S restrain him, promising T it is only to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself while they study whatever the plant has put inside him.