A small group of aliens abduct you to use you to repopulate their world. Pumping you full till you're bloated, then letting you swell till their rapidly growing young start spilling out of you. Immediately filling you back up even larger once the last one is birthed, an endless cycle of growing squirming life then pushing them all out several at a time.
ovipos that turns into ovoviviparity. getting fucked by a vaguely frog-like thing that lays its giant clutch of gelatinous eggs directly in your womb, so full you're damn near bursting. you expect it to leave you alone, which would give you the opportunity to push the eggs out, but it seals your cervix with something before pulling out. the gestational period passes and you can feel the eggs hatching, but the seal hasn't dissolved. it hasn't even budged. you don't know how long the seal will last, how long the tadpoles need to stay inside you, but you can feel them all squirming and shifting every time you move
nothing hotter than a tf pregnancy. getting knocked up with a litter of werewolf pups and starting to get harier over the course of the pregnancy, to keep you and the babies warm. getting little lumps on your abdomen that you're worried about at first until they finally pop out as teats for you to feed the pups with. the cravings for red meat, especially rare. all the while your stomach ballooning out with your rowdy little football team of wolf pups. and considering how wolves only gestate for about a month, that's how long it takes for all these changes to occur 🤤🤤🤤
The camp leaders’ rooms were more spacious than the bunks the campers had. Sure, part of camp is about hanging out with the other girls, but I discovered pretty quickly than hanging out in Lewis’ cabin was heaps more fun.
while the other girls were out riding horses, I was riding his cock, moaning with pleasure. When they were out learning to tie knots, he had my hands tied to the bed head and my ankles over his shoulders.
Camp only went for two and a half months, but that was enough time for my hips and tits to outgrow most of my clothing. He thought it was so funny to see my struggle with my jeans.
His favourite was the morning swims, where every morning, the whole camp got to see how my belly was rounding out, and how heavy my tits were becoming. I was no longer a perky 19 year old, my body was starting to become gravid.
One my my biggest fantasies is getting knocked up through a fuck-or-die situation. Or sex pollen. Or anything of the sort really.
Something where me and someone else are trapped together and we have absolutely no choice but to fuck each other absolutely stupid and we can't stop until I am not only pregnant but massively so. So pregnant I start showing super early, and as time goes on I just swell bigger and bigger as my tits fill with milk. Maybe growing so big I can barely even waddle with the weight~
Especially if we still can't escape whatever place that forced us into this position in the first place, and once I've birthed my ridiculous number of young we have to start fucking again to do it all over <3
Aliens take me and keep me in a zoo for endangered species of the galaxy.
All sorts of tests have been done on me. They're measuring things i dont understand. Probing me with various instruments.
Oooh maybe they give me "medicine" when they decide it's time for me to join the breeding program to help with repopulation. I start waking up in my strange room with someone already fucking me. It happens on a cycle that's nearly predictable now. I get so horny that I dont even care anymore. Why should I? When this feels so good. I get pumped full of so much cum. At this point its well beyond gallons.
Now i live in a weird alien zoo community with other random humans. We dont speak the same languages yet. They let us keep our babies and all our needs are met. All my needs 🥵 they keep breeding me! Constantly full. Swollen and sensitive. Luckily the humans are only made aggressively horny w drugs at the appropriate times. And otherwise we're kept healthy and happy. And occasionally brainmeltingly needy...
My food tastes different today. My cunt is already drooling like pavlov's dog before the drugs kick in. Its the same thing every time. Im eating breakfast like normal, it tastes off but I keep eating, suddenly im unbearably uncomfortably warm. I strip immediately. Every touch feels amazing on my skin. Im moaning and touching myself as a door suddenly opens in my wall and there's someone with a thick, hard cock stumbling towards me. Hes disoriented and singleminded in his efforts to grab, dominate, and breed me.
My community service hours are scheduled to end at 1am but its so hard to know if ill actually get to go home and rest or if ill be forced to keep servicing my community 🥵
i wish pregnancy pacts were like...magically binding contracts. I wish they forged permanent, life-long connections between your wombs.
you make the pact young, probably in middle school or high school, that's when most pregnancy pacts are forged. at a sleepover, you and your friends make a promise that when one of you gets pregnant, the rest will too. you're all young, you don't know any better, the only thing you're thinking about is how fun it would be to have babies at the same time as your friends. it seems like a great idea, none of you will ever have to go through pregnancy alone. you giggle about it a bit, fantasize about what it would be like, discuss baby names, but don't really put much stock in it. pretty soon, you've forgotten all about it.
years down the line, after you've all grown up and mostly gone your separate ways, and you see that one of them has made a pregnancy announcement on social media. you leave a comment congratulating her, and move on with your life. a few weeks later, another posts the same thing. funny coincidence, that two of your old friends ended up pregnant at the same time. you congratulate them and move on. not even a full week after that, two more have announced their own pregnancies, and it doesn't really feel like a coincidence anymore. come to think of it, you've been feeling pretty exhausted lately, your cycle is definitely more than a few weeks late, and that stubborn bloating at the base of your stomach just won't go down.
turns out it doesn't matter what kind of birth control you use, or how careful you are. it doesn't even matter if you never have sex. if one womb in the pact is seeded, the rest are too. it only takes one of you being careless, or selfish, or even unwillingly impregnated, and the rest of you are stuck growing round with child alongside them. There's no way to prevent it, no way to reverse the pact.
you reconnect with all of them and form a group chat to compare bump photos, cycles, and due dates. trying to make the most of a bad situation, you set up maternity photoshoots and schedule sleepovers and spa days. it takes a while to get everyone on board, but eventually you do, though with varying degrees of excitement. you're hoping you can all at least enjoy your pregnancies together like you originally planned when you made the pact at that sleepover all those years ago.
maybe you all go into labor at the same time too, at one of your many sleepovers. or maybe your labors are staggered but you'll always give birth at the same time, so one of you might be left laboring for days while the others nervously wait for their own contractions to hit. either way, you get to share the experience with all of your friends, just like you wanted all those years ago.
for a while, it's nice. fun, even.
but when you're several babies deep, each of you overworked and exhausted, that one friend who "doesn't believe in birth control" sends a photo of her most recent ultrasound to the group chat. your phone explodes with furious texts as everyone berates her for getting you all pregnant again, when you're still recovering from the last baby, but you can only stare in horror at the sight of three distinct shapes on the ultrasound.
backyard breeding your puppy sub because they're just such a slut that you'd be a neglectful owner if you didn't let them get plowed by everyone in the neighborhood
As long as I sleep with a different one of them each night, the boys don’t mind that I don’t pay rent.
When I had told them that my period was late, they congratulated me and got me a box of chocolates. I asked them if they thought I should get and abortion, they said it was my body and my choice.
Unfortunately, I spent too long thinking, and by the time I made a decision, it was too late to even get one.
They’re all stoked for me though, and they love how big and heavy my tits are getting. Apparently “pregnant pussy is way hotter”
“Don’t worry babe, I’m going to get a job down at the factory.” Gus said, massaging my tight belly. “It won’t pay much, but hopefully it’ll be enough that we can move into a place of our own.”
I was lucky to have Gus, he was super supportive when I said I wanted to keep the baby, even though it wasn’t planned. He reckons a faulty condom is to blame.
It’s also lucky that Gus has a lot of similar features to my step-dad. Hopefully when baby arrives he’ll think that the traits come from him.
While Gus is a soft and supportive partner, my stepdad is a real breeder. Even this far along, whenever we have a moment alone together he fucks me so rough that my pussy and tits ache for a day afterwards.
Gus thinks my waddle is cute. He doesn’t know im waddling because I’m getting daily ploughings from the real dad.
