Pregnancy/Birth fiction writer and artist for over 10 years. 18+, any pronouns.
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I'm exponenshul, or "ex." For more than 10 years, I've been making art and stories about pregnancy and birth fantasies.
I first joined the pregnancy fetish community on deviantART before branching out to tumblr in 2024. Over time, I've made a number of multiple-part fics, plenty of one-shots, and a smattering of sketches/artwork. If you've loved pregnancy/birth as long as I have, then perhaps you've seen some of my work already...!
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Classic “couple moves into an old house that’s secretly haunted” trope, except this time a couple moves into a house haunted by the ghost of a fertility witch- after the first night, they wake up…
The wife sits up, stretches, and as the sheets fall off of her, the husband notices something- her belly has grown. There’s a bit of a paunch there in her lower abdomen, a bloated swell, that isn’t usually present. But, maybe it’s the stress of moving. Neither of them mention it…
…But by the next day, she’s grown bigger. Visibly pregnant, her belly has rounded, the weight settling lower. The husband is shocked, but more fascinated…he tries to hint at the change, but the wife doesn’t seem to think anything’s out of the ordinary…
…A day later, she’s grunting, waddling around with a belly that looks ready to pop- big, swollen, heavy…the husband doesn’t know what to think. Had moving into the house somehow caused this…? Was his wife aware of it…?
A spatter of fluid on the ground beneath her legs told him he was about to find out very quickly.
**NOTE: This is an UNFINISHED/WIP story, released to celebrate 2,000 followers on Tumblr. Included at the end are brief notes on how I planned to conclude the story. Please feel free to edit or add on anything you wish- if you do, please share, and credit me in your post!
SUMMARY: A woman goes through her day getting hungrier and hungrier no matter how much she eats. All the while, her belly grows, but somehow it doesn't seem like it's just from food...
On a typical Saturday morning, 28-year-old Amber woke up feeling hungry.
She was an average girl living on her own in a small apartment. Young, relatively fit and conventionally attractive. Pretty features and curves in the right places. No outlandish hobbies or habits. So, nothing could have really warned her about the day she was about to have.
The hunger was striking before she even opened her eyes. She felt it in the pit of her stomach, immediate and gnawing. Her belly gurgled loudly, and she groaned as she opened her eyes and stretched.
She'd gotten home late from work last night and had been too tired to make dinner, so she'd gone to bed without eating. She suspected this was the cause...but in any case, she needed some breakfast, and fast.
Amber got up and made her way to the kitchen without even bothering to get dressed. She made a beeline for the fruit bowl on the kitchen island and picked out an apple, biting into it ravenously.
Crisis seemingly averted, she plopped herself down in a chair and pulled out her phone as she munched. She scrolled somewhat mindlessly, checking her notifications and planning her itinerary for the day while she ate.
After only a couple minutes, though, she looked down and realized that not only had she eaten the apple down to its core, but she still felt just as hungry. Well, it was only an apple, after all. She was probably going to need some real food.
She got up and rummaged around her pantry. She found a 4-pack of blueberry muffins she'd gotten at the store the other day and pulled it out. Her stomach continued to growl as she took out a muffin and unwrapped it. It wasn't super healthy, sure, but the carbs would be satisfying.
Amber ate quickly, leaning over the package so as not to let crumbs fall all over the counter. The taste was phenomenal—she'd had these muffins before but she didn't remember them being so satisfying. She gulped the first one down and decidedly unwrapped a second. She'd earned it after her long work day, right?
It only took a few bites for her to consume the second one, as well. At this point, Amber was still feeling like she could eat more. But she hesitated; she was scheduled to meet one of her friends for brunch. It would seem rude if she was too full to eat anything...
...Then again, a balanced breakfast needs protein, right?
Humming, Amber walked over to the fridge and pulled out a pound of bacon. Just the look of it was enough to make her mouth water. She set it down on the counter and went to grab a frying pan. On the way, she pulled a third muffin from the package and began unwrapping it.
She didn't know how she was this hungry...she'd never been one to eat much, in the mornings especially. But her stomach felt so empty, she was desperate to fill it.
She munched on the muffin while the bacon started to cook. The smell was so enticing, she had to resist the urge to pick it right up out of the pan half-cooked...
Ignoring said urge, Amber walked away to her room so she could pick out an outfit for the day. She wanted to look cute for brunch, so she picked out one of her favorite halter crop tops, which complimented her figure nicely. That and a pair of patterned leggings would work well.
After that, she returned to the kitchen to finish up the bacon. As she cooked off the last of the package, she started eating up the pieces that were already done. The salty, greasy strips were delicious and filling. They were still hot, but not so hot as to prevent her from quickly chomping them down.
By the time she was done, she'd eaten the entire package, and made quite the mess in the process. Her mouth and fingers were covered with grease and bacon bits. Giving herself a once-over, she ran a hand over her stomach, noticing that the mini binge was making her just a bit bloated. Not very noticeable, but she definitely had a full belly. Somewhat embarrassed, she made her way over to the sink the wash up. It wasn't like her to pig out like that, but it was almost like she couldn't resist. And even still, she felt hungry...but she had places to be.
She glanced at the kitchen clock. Her impromptu breakfast had taken more time than she expected.
Amber headed out the door, but not without taking the last muffin for the road.
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After a short while, Amber arrived to brunch at the local diner, where her friend Chloe was waiting at a table.
"Heyyyy, good to see you!" Chloe greeted her, giving her a hug.
"Yeah, you as well! Sorry I'm a bit late, I got held up by traffic..." Amber said, though this wasn't entirely true. She'd actually gone through a drive thru to eat a couple donuts on the way there.
"Hey, no worries!" Chloe said as the two of them sat down. "Let's catch up while we look at the menu. You must be starving!"
Somehow, Amber actually was. It was as if her mini morning binge had added up to nothing...Just a couple minutes after finishing that last muffin, the gnawing hunger had returned. Those donuts on the ride had briefly fended it off, but now it was back with a vengeance. It was quite strange.
It was nice for Amber to catch up with Chloe. The two sat at a table outside and chatted as they waited to be served. Though as time went on, Amber was quickly getting more and more and more hungry. She looked over the menu with wide eyes, taking in all the delicious-sounding options. Her stomach growled, and she hoped it wasn't too audible.
At last, a waiter came to take their orders. It had only been ten minutes or so, but Amber felt like she could eat a horse.
"I'll take the avocado toast and a cup of coffee," Chloe said.
"Sounds good," the waiter replied, scribbling down her order. He turned to Amber. "And for you, miss?"
"I'll take avocado toast too. Um, actually, make that two orders." She paused for a moment. "...I'm also gonna get the Diner Supreme, with a couple extra eggs, over easy please."
The waiter gave her a look, but kept writing.
"...Uh, and a large strawberry smoothie. That's it."
When the waiter left, Chloe looked to Amber and gave her a confused chuckle. "Uh, are you sure? That's a lot of food."
"Yeah! I'm, uh, feeling really hungry," Amber said meekly. In her head, she felt like she could eat even more...but she didn't want to go TOO crazy.
More time passed as the two waited for their orders. It was getting hard for Amber...the hunger was gnawing, relentless. She felt about ready to start eating the napkins on the table. But soon enough, the order came—and it took two people to carry it all.
The Diner Supreme was a platter filled to the brim with three thick pancakes, four eggs, four sausages, six strips of bacon, and two biscuits. It was the biggest item on the menu...clearly meant to be shared. The girls' eyes widened as the platters were set down...Chloe's out of shock, and Amber's out of restrained excitement.
"...And here are the avocado toasts," The waiter said, setting down one plate in front of Chloe and two in front of Amber.
The waiters gathered their things and headed back to the kitchen. Once they were out of earshot, Chloe threw Amber a look.
"...I have no idea how you think you're gonna eat all that," she scoffed.
"Well, no choice but to dig in!" Amber said, eagerly grabbing a fork and knife. Chloe turned her eyes to her own small plate.
Amber ate like she'd never eaten before. It wasn't long before she'd inhaled all four eggs, scooping them up with her fork one by one and swallowing them whole. It felt incredibly satisfying, and after they were gone she dropped her fork to start grabbing at bacon slices. She crunched loudly at them, covering her lips and fingers in grease and not caring too much about how dignified she looked.
Chloe kept glancing up, somewhat in awe. By the time she was on her second nibble of toast, Amber had already gone through all her eggs and bacon like some sort of machine on autopilot. It was slightly concerning.
Amber took a slight breather, only to grab the large strawberry milkshake next to her. She decided against using a straw, instead tipping the cup into her mouth and letting the liquid slide down her throat. It was thick, sweet and filling, and Amber chugged with audible gulping sounds until the whole glass was empty. She didn't notice when Chloe's jaw dropped slightly.
Amber's belly gurgled as the milkshake settled in her stomach. She hiccuped a little. "Oh, excuse me...!"
For a brief moment she considered slowing down, but her hunger was far from gone. Getting a taste of the fatty eggs and salty bacon only made her want more. She reached for the avocado toast, grabbing one with each hand. She alternated between taking bites from each of them, taking large bites and chewing aggressively. They were both gone before Chloe had even gotten through half of her single piece.
After that, it was time for the sausages. Amber ate them up like candy, not slowing down for a second, enjoying the flavor and fattiness. In between bites, she absentmindedly rested a hand on her belly. It felt nice, almost soothing as she ate.
The waiter stopped by as Amber was working on her biscuits. He seemed a bit startled by how much she'd eaten in so little time. "Uhm...could I get you guys some more water...?"
Amber gulped down a chunk of biscuit, feeling parched. "Guh, yes please!"
The waiter filled a glass to the brim and handed it to her. This, too, she chugged, as if she'd been dying of thirst. She gulped loudly until the glass was empty.
The waiter, still standing there, looked even more taken aback. He glanced at Chloe, who responded with a shrug. "Would you...like more?"
"No, I think I'm good for now," Amber said. "But we'll take the check."
Even as the guy walked away, Amber was already aiming to start on her pancakes. But Chloe, who had finally finished her single piece of toast, leaned in and whispered at her annoyedly.
"Hey, do you think you could like, slow down a bit? I feel like you're causing a scene."
Amber immediately became flushed. She twiddled her fork in her hand. "Erm...sorry. I'm just...really hungry."
"It's okay, girl. Just...try to have some manners," Chloe said lightly.
Feeling somewhat foolish, Amber went back to her plate. But even then, it was almost impossible for her to resist vacuuming up the pancakes. Her hunger was still there, even after so much food. But she restrained herself enough to finish her pancakes like a normal person, with average-sized bites.
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Soon enough, the two had cleared their plates and paid the bill. They sat and chatted for a bit, but soon it was time to go their separate ways.
"So, got any plans for the rest of the day?" Chloe asked.
"I've gotta do some errands," Amber mused. "And...I actually have a date this evening...!"
"Oooh, fun! Guy you know?"
"Blind date, actually," Amber said. "We met online and really hit it off."
"Well, nice! Hope you have a good time."
With that, the two got up from their chairs and grabbed their things. But as they stood, Chloe had to stifle a giggle. "Damn, girl, you got quite the food baby after all that breakfast!"
Confused, Amber looked down at herself. She noticed that indeed, her belly had become noticeably bloated and round, much more so than the minor swell earlier that morning. Given she was wearing a crop top, it was obvious and somewhat unsightly. Amber blushed, embarrassed at how all the food she ate was affecting her.
"Oh...yeah," She muttered. "W-well, it was good to see you!"
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After getting back in her car, Amber inspected the bloating more. As she gently rubbed her belly, she found it to be somewhat taut, with the weight of it settling low. Some major bloating for sure, and yet, she wasn't really feeling any heartburn or indigestion. In fact, even after all that food, she wasn't even feeling all that full.
She sighed, hoping it would go away as she drove off to take care of her errands.
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Her first stop was the grocery store, which was halfway across town. By the time she got there, she got the concerning realization that she was actually feeling hungry again.
How was it possible? She'd totally pigged out on breakfast, and had a stuffed belly to show for it. Her stomach bloating hadn't gone down even a bit, and yet she felt as though she could eat another full meal.
Amber told herself she would stick it out, and save room for dinner that night. But going into a grocery store while hungry is a dangerous game to play.
She only needed to pick up some essentials; some deli meat and cheese for the week, bread, milk, and maybe some muffins, since she'd finished the ones at home earlier. She decided to head over to the bread aisle department first.
Having always been fit and trim, was sort of embarrassing going out in public now with her bloated belly sticking out so prominently, but she supposed that was her own fault. She tried tugging down the hem of her top but it didn't help much. She was just going to have to deal with it and make her shopping quick.
Upon making it to the bread aisle, she immediately felt conflicted. Just the sight of all those carbs- bagels, english muffins, sourdough, tortillas- was enough to make her stomach growl. She gulped as she pulled down a loaf of bread, her mouth feeling dry. She dropped it in her basket and moved along hurriedly.
Unfortunately, the dairy aisle wasn't much better. Gallons of milk, blocks of cheese, shelves of full-fat yogurt...she knew it would all be so satisfying. Her body felt like it was calling out to her, that it needed more. Needed something filling, and NOW. Though it was surely her mind playing tricks on her...after all, she'd already eaten so much. Her belly grumbled again, and she clutched it out of instinct. It felt so full to hold, yet so empty inside. What was going on with her?
By the time she reached the deli department, she was starting to sweat. Her hungriness was only building by the second, impossible to ignore, making her feel ravenous. On her way toward the counter, she passed by an open hot bar. She caught a whiff of the food next to her and stopped in her tracks.
The bar was fully stocked with a wide array of ready-to-eat foods. Saucy chicken wings, gooey mac and cheese, steaming potato wedges and more were all sitting in open trays, with serving utensils and containers to the side. It was all so tempting...Amber couldn't resist. Surely a little sample wouldn't hurt...?
Amber glanced around to make sure no one was looking first. Then, falling to temptation, she picked up a pair of tongs and grabbed a single potato wedge from its tray. She grabbed it and popped it in her mouth quickly.
She was immediately overcome with an almost euphoric sense of satisfaction. It was like the best taste she'd ever experienced, and swallowing made her hunger feel just a tad better.
After that, she couldn't have just one. She grabbed another with tongs and stuffed it in her mouth. Then two more. After that she abandoned the tongs and began picking them up with her bare hands. The salty, starchy wedges were delicious and filling. She shoved them into her mouth until her cheeks were full.
In a matter of only a minute or two, she cleared nearly three servings worth of wedges from the tray. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside her, causing her to lose control. She finished off the potatoes, then immediately grabbed a serving spoon and went for the mac and cheese. By then, other customers in the area had begun to take notice. They saw her bent over the hot bar, hands moving quickly, lips smacking.
She was so hungry, she did the unthinkable and began shoveling spoonfuls of pasta in her mouth directly from the serving spoon, with no regard for who saw or how sanitary it was. The macaroni was dense and flavorful, the cheese rich and creamy. She only half-chewed her bites, swallowing them as fast as possible so as to get more food in her. She'd become a machine whose only purpose was to stuff itself.
Amber ate until there were only a few smears left of cheese in the tray. She was about to move onto the chicken wings when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
She turned and was faced with a store employee. His face was showed a mix of disgust and concern. He spoke to her sternly, but with some hesitance. "Uh, ma'am, um...I'm, uh, gonna have to ask you to leave."
Amber gulped. She stepped back, snapping out of her trance as she looked around. She saw a few other customers who had clearly been staring at her quickly avert their eyes and go about their business.
"Oh, uh, yeah..." she mumbled, feeling herself blush as a wave of humiliation crashed into her. She stepped back again and hastily wiped cheese from the corners of her mouth. "Um...I'm...I'm really sorry, I...sorry."
With that, she abandoned her basket and made a beeline for the exit, grasping her stuffed belly with greasy fingers.
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She could do nothing but sit in her car for a few minutes in silent shame. Well, there was no way she could ever set foot in that store again. Just what had she been thinking?
She looked down at herself. Her top was covered in crumbs, her stomach glistening with sweat and grease. Her stomach...it had grown even more bloated and round, past what she would consider normal. It sat upon her heavily as she sat back in her car seat, full of fat and carbs. When she applied pressure, the flesh had a bit of give, but she was packed tight. She felt like a pig.
And yet, as she gently rubbed her belly, it growled.
"How do I still feel fucking hungry?" Amber said to herself. It was getting ridiculous, and concerning. She would've driven herself to the emergency room or something right then and there, but she really just wanted to go home after that ordeal. She just needed to cut herself off. No more eating, except for maybe some antacid tablets.
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...And yet somehow, half an hour later, Amber was back home and answering the door for a pizza delivery boy. She truly couldn't help it. In the time it had taken her to drive home, she had already become uncomfortably famished.
She sat on the floor in her living room, pizza box open in front of her, feeling pathetic. She'd ordered a large meat lovers, and was already through two slices. She'd left her clothes from the store on, since she was expecting to only get more greasy.
How was she supposed to control this? She'd never felt anything like it. It's like her body had forgotten what it was like to feel full...
As she picked up a third slice, she suddenly felt a...hitch, in her stomach. She gasped, putting a hand on the side of her distended belly. It almost felt like something...shifted. Unnerved, Amber pouted. What the hell was going on? Did this actually warrant an ER trip...?
Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone buzzing, over on the kitchen counter. She sighed, grunting a bit as she stood up. She walked over and checked the screen. A notification had popped up from her dating app...
[FROM Hugh_53: Hey- are we still on for tonight? I know a great place if you're still interested!]
Amber cursed loudly. She's completely forgotten about the date she'd planned for tonight.
She'd been talking to Hugh through the app for some time, and already had to cancel on him once due to weather...but he was so kind and understanding. He seemed perfect for her, and this would be their first time meeting. If she said no again, she might not ever get the chance to connect...
She looked down at her bloated middle, bit her lip, and started to type.
>>Hi, Hugh! I'd love to, just tell me where and when...
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Hugh, trying to be a gentleman, invited her to an upscale restaurant on the nicer end of town. Amber, trying her best to make a good first impression, scoured her closet for a dress that would fit her. The only one she could find was a plain, light-grey piece- the cotton-poly blend was stretchy enough to fit her, but form-fitting enough that it didn't really hide her distended belly...at all. It would have to do...
He wanted to meet her ASAP, so she needed to get ready quickly. As she was throwing on some makeup, her stomach growled. She was, again, starving...and if she didn't get to dinner soon, she'd start munching on her lipstick.
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Amber arrived at the restaurant to find Hugh already at a table waiting for her. He was dressed in a nice button-up, his eyes twinkling in the dim, ambient light. As she approached, his face immediately lit up...then, after a moment, his expression shifted.
"Hi...Amber?" He asked, tentatively.
"That's me!" Amber confirmed, a bit out of breath. "I know, I'm a bit late..."
"It's no problem!" Hugh assured her. Though, he sounded like he was caught off guard by something... "Sorry, ah, I didn't know you were...uh..."
"...Didn't know I was what?"
After looking her up and down a couple times, Hugh gulped, then seemed to recover a bit. "Ah, nothing. Here, let me get your chair for you..."
Amber smiled a bit as she watched him scramble up from his seat to pull her chair out. Maybe chivalry wasn't dead after all.
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END OF DRAFT
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Extended plot notes:
-Throughout dinner, Hugh is very aware that Amber is pregnant, but beats around the bush and never directly mentions it. ("Of course you're hungry, you're eating for...y'know..." "Eating for...?" "Uh, for the first time all day, probably...!") He's not immediately put off by it, so goes along with it.
-Amber orders an absurd amount of food at dinner, obviously- extra servings, continues eating way after Hugh is done. By the end of dinner she is full term
-After dinner, she finally stops being hungry, but starts feeling cramps and wants to go home
-They go back to Amber's apartment, and start getting intimate, when suddenly Amber's water breaks. Mortified (thinking she's peed herself), she sends Hugh home ("Should I...call you an ambulance?!" "It's piss, I'm not dying, jerk")
-Whole time she's going through labor, she thinks she's horribly constipated from all the food she ate. Only starts to realize it's baby when it starts actively coming out of her
-Gives birth on her bedroom floor and can do nothing but sit there in shock
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I hope everyone enjoys this snippet of “Food Baby”… It feels kind of wild to release the draft after having it sit around for literal years, but I knew I would never finish it. To my fellow writers out there, by all means, take a crack at it! I’d love to see what you do!
3 coworkers driving back from a conference, two women in the back and the guy driving. Both women start having rapid pregnancy symptoms, hot flashes, swelling and all the other typical pregnancy things. As they start to moan and complain about their bellies and being uncomfortable he realizes how far along they are. We are too close to being back at the office and I am certainly not stopping if one of you goes into labor. So either figure it out between yourselves or hold it in. As if jinxing it one goes into labor, as the other attempts to reposition to help her she too goes into labor. Now both of them are in the back of the car trying not to push as they can feel them crowning against their leggings. Their coworker just ignoring them as he continues to drive.
My take on this is that the company these guys work for is involved with maternity clothing or something, and instead of driving back from a conference they’re on their way TO a conference- one where they want to show how the clothing line looks on a model.
To really seal the deal, the women decide to take Gravidade/pregnancy pills/something similar before hitting the road, so they can have genuine pregnant bellies to show off the clothes with. However, they misjudge the timeframe, and take the supplements too early…
Back to all of them in the car, the women starting to go into labor, trying desperately to hold off from giving birth, because they need to still be pregnant for the conference and they only had one bottle of Gravidade to work with…
Sort of shadow-dropped “Food Baby” last night! It’s kind of crazy how long it’s been sitting unfinished in my drafts.
Any fellow preg or birth fic writers out there, please feel free to add on, change, or finish it- and let me know if you do! Otherwise, enjoy the unfinished draft (it’s still like 4k words) :D
**NOTE: This is an UNFINISHED/WIP story, released to celebrate 2,000 followers on Tumblr. Included at the end are brief notes on how I planned to conclude the story. Please feel free to edit or add on anything you wish- if you do, please share, and credit me in your post!
SUMMARY: A woman goes through her day getting hungrier and hungrier no matter how much she eats. All the while, her belly grows, but somehow it doesn't seem like it's just from food...
On a typical Saturday morning, 28-year-old Amber woke up feeling hungry.
She was an average girl living on her own in a small apartment. Young, relatively fit and conventionally attractive. Pretty features and curves in the right places. No outlandish hobbies or habits. So, nothing could have really warned her about the day she was about to have.
The hunger was striking before she even opened her eyes. She felt it in the pit of her stomach, immediate and gnawing. Her belly gurgled loudly, and she groaned as she opened her eyes and stretched.
She'd gotten home late from work last night and had been too tired to make dinner, so she'd gone to bed without eating. She suspected this was the cause...but in any case, she needed some breakfast, and fast.
Amber got up and made her way to the kitchen without even bothering to get dressed. She made a beeline for the fruit bowl on the kitchen island and picked out an apple, biting into it ravenously.
Crisis seemingly averted, she plopped herself down in a chair and pulled out her phone as she munched. She scrolled somewhat mindlessly, checking her notifications and planning her itinerary for the day while she ate.
After only a couple minutes, though, she looked down and realized that not only had she eaten the apple down to its core, but she still felt just as hungry. Well, it was only an apple, after all. She was probably going to need some real food.
She got up and rummaged around her pantry. She found a 4-pack of blueberry muffins she'd gotten at the store the other day and pulled it out. Her stomach continued to growl as she took out a muffin and unwrapped it. It wasn't super healthy, sure, but the carbs would be satisfying.
Amber ate quickly, leaning over the package so as not to let crumbs fall all over the counter. The taste was phenomenal—she'd had these muffins before but she didn't remember them being so satisfying. She gulped the first one down and decidedly unwrapped a second. She'd earned it after her long work day, right?
It only took a few bites for her to consume the second one, as well. At this point, Amber was still feeling like she could eat more. But she hesitated; she was scheduled to meet one of her friends for brunch. It would seem rude if she was too full to eat anything...
...Then again, a balanced breakfast needs protein, right?
Humming, Amber walked over to the fridge and pulled out a pound of bacon. Just the look of it was enough to make her mouth water. She set it down on the counter and went to grab a frying pan. On the way, she pulled a third muffin from the package and began unwrapping it.
She didn't know how she was this hungry...she'd never been one to eat much, in the mornings especially. But her stomach felt so empty, she was desperate to fill it.
She munched on the muffin while the bacon started to cook. The smell was so enticing, she had to resist the urge to pick it right up out of the pan half-cooked...
Ignoring said urge, Amber walked away to her room so she could pick out an outfit for the day. She wanted to look cute for brunch, so she picked out one of her favorite halter crop tops, which complimented her figure nicely. That and a pair of patterned leggings would work well.
After that, she returned to the kitchen to finish up the bacon. As she cooked off the last of the package, she started eating up the pieces that were already done. The salty, greasy strips were delicious and filling. They were still hot, but not so hot as to prevent her from quickly chomping them down.
By the time she was done, she'd eaten the entire package, and made quite the mess in the process. Her mouth and fingers were covered with grease and bacon bits. Giving herself a once-over, she ran a hand over her stomach, noticing that the mini binge was making her just a bit bloated. Not very noticeable, but she definitely had a full belly. Somewhat embarrassed, she made her way over to the sink the wash up. It wasn't like her to pig out like that, but it was almost like she couldn't resist. And even still, she felt hungry...but she had places to be.
She glanced at the kitchen clock. Her impromptu breakfast had taken more time than she expected.
Amber headed out the door, but not without taking the last muffin for the road.
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After a short while, Amber arrived to brunch at the local diner, where her friend Chloe was waiting at a table.
"Heyyyy, good to see you!" Chloe greeted her, giving her a hug.
"Yeah, you as well! Sorry I'm a bit late, I got held up by traffic..." Amber said, though this wasn't entirely true. She'd actually gone through a drive thru to eat a couple donuts on the way there.
"Hey, no worries!" Chloe said as the two of them sat down. "Let's catch up while we look at the menu. You must be starving!"
Somehow, Amber actually was. It was as if her mini morning binge had added up to nothing...Just a couple minutes after finishing that last muffin, the gnawing hunger had returned. Those donuts on the ride had briefly fended it off, but now it was back with a vengeance. It was quite strange.
It was nice for Amber to catch up with Chloe. The two sat at a table outside and chatted as they waited to be served. Though as time went on, Amber was quickly getting more and more and more hungry. She looked over the menu with wide eyes, taking in all the delicious-sounding options. Her stomach growled, and she hoped it wasn't too audible.
At last, a waiter came to take their orders. It had only been ten minutes or so, but Amber felt like she could eat a horse.
"I'll take the avocado toast and a cup of coffee," Chloe said.
"Sounds good," the waiter replied, scribbling down her order. He turned to Amber. "And for you, miss?"
"I'll take avocado toast too. Um, actually, make that two orders." She paused for a moment. "...I'm also gonna get the Diner Supreme, with a couple extra eggs, over easy please."
The waiter gave her a look, but kept writing.
"...Uh, and a large strawberry smoothie. That's it."
When the waiter left, Chloe looked to Amber and gave her a confused chuckle. "Uh, are you sure? That's a lot of food."
"Yeah! I'm, uh, feeling really hungry," Amber said meekly. In her head, she felt like she could eat even more...but she didn't want to go TOO crazy.
More time passed as the two waited for their orders. It was getting hard for Amber...the hunger was gnawing, relentless. She felt about ready to start eating the napkins on the table. But soon enough, the order came—and it took two people to carry it all.
The Diner Supreme was a platter filled to the brim with three thick pancakes, four eggs, four sausages, six strips of bacon, and two biscuits. It was the biggest item on the menu...clearly meant to be shared. The girls' eyes widened as the platters were set down...Chloe's out of shock, and Amber's out of restrained excitement.
"...And here are the avocado toasts," The waiter said, setting down one plate in front of Chloe and two in front of Amber.
The waiters gathered their things and headed back to the kitchen. Once they were out of earshot, Chloe threw Amber a look.
"...I have no idea how you think you're gonna eat all that," she scoffed.
"Well, no choice but to dig in!" Amber said, eagerly grabbing a fork and knife. Chloe turned her eyes to her own small plate.
Amber ate like she'd never eaten before. It wasn't long before she'd inhaled all four eggs, scooping them up with her fork one by one and swallowing them whole. It felt incredibly satisfying, and after they were gone she dropped her fork to start grabbing at bacon slices. She crunched loudly at them, covering her lips and fingers in grease and not caring too much about how dignified she looked.
Chloe kept glancing up, somewhat in awe. By the time she was on her second nibble of toast, Amber had already gone through all her eggs and bacon like some sort of machine on autopilot. It was slightly concerning.
Amber took a slight breather, only to grab the large strawberry milkshake next to her. She decided against using a straw, instead tipping the cup into her mouth and letting the liquid slide down her throat. It was thick, sweet and filling, and Amber chugged with audible gulping sounds until the whole glass was empty. She didn't notice when Chloe's jaw dropped slightly.
Amber's belly gurgled as the milkshake settled in her stomach. She hiccuped a little. "Oh, excuse me...!"
For a brief moment she considered slowing down, but her hunger was far from gone. Getting a taste of the fatty eggs and salty bacon only made her want more. She reached for the avocado toast, grabbing one with each hand. She alternated between taking bites from each of them, taking large bites and chewing aggressively. They were both gone before Chloe had even gotten through half of her single piece.
After that, it was time for the sausages. Amber ate them up like candy, not slowing down for a second, enjoying the flavor and fattiness. In between bites, she absentmindedly rested a hand on her belly. It felt nice, almost soothing as she ate.
The waiter stopped by as Amber was working on her biscuits. He seemed a bit startled by how much she'd eaten in so little time. "Uhm...could I get you guys some more water...?"
Amber gulped down a chunk of biscuit, feeling parched. "Guh, yes please!"
The waiter filled a glass to the brim and handed it to her. This, too, she chugged, as if she'd been dying of thirst. She gulped loudly until the glass was empty.
The waiter, still standing there, looked even more taken aback. He glanced at Chloe, who responded with a shrug. "Would you...like more?"
"No, I think I'm good for now," Amber said. "But we'll take the check."
Even as the guy walked away, Amber was already aiming to start on her pancakes. But Chloe, who had finally finished her single piece of toast, leaned in and whispered at her annoyedly.
"Hey, do you think you could like, slow down a bit? I feel like you're causing a scene."
Amber immediately became flushed. She twiddled her fork in her hand. "Erm...sorry. I'm just...really hungry."
"It's okay, girl. Just...try to have some manners," Chloe said lightly.
Feeling somewhat foolish, Amber went back to her plate. But even then, it was almost impossible for her to resist vacuuming up the pancakes. Her hunger was still there, even after so much food. But she restrained herself enough to finish her pancakes like a normal person, with average-sized bites.
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Soon enough, the two had cleared their plates and paid the bill. They sat and chatted for a bit, but soon it was time to go their separate ways.
"So, got any plans for the rest of the day?" Chloe asked.
"I've gotta do some errands," Amber mused. "And...I actually have a date this evening...!"
"Oooh, fun! Guy you know?"
"Blind date, actually," Amber said. "We met online and really hit it off."
"Well, nice! Hope you have a good time."
With that, the two got up from their chairs and grabbed their things. But as they stood, Chloe had to stifle a giggle. "Damn, girl, you got quite the food baby after all that breakfast!"
Confused, Amber looked down at herself. She noticed that indeed, her belly had become noticeably bloated and round, much more so than the minor swell earlier that morning. Given she was wearing a crop top, it was obvious and somewhat unsightly. Amber blushed, embarrassed at how all the food she ate was affecting her.
"Oh...yeah," She muttered. "W-well, it was good to see you!"
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After getting back in her car, Amber inspected the bloating more. As she gently rubbed her belly, she found it to be somewhat taut, with the weight of it settling low. Some major bloating for sure, and yet, she wasn't really feeling any heartburn or indigestion. In fact, even after all that food, she wasn't even feeling all that full.
She sighed, hoping it would go away as she drove off to take care of her errands.
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Her first stop was the grocery store, which was halfway across town. By the time she got there, she got the concerning realization that she was actually feeling hungry again.
How was it possible? She'd totally pigged out on breakfast, and had a stuffed belly to show for it. Her stomach bloating hadn't gone down even a bit, and yet she felt as though she could eat another full meal.
Amber told herself she would stick it out, and save room for dinner that night. But going into a grocery store while hungry is a dangerous game to play.
She only needed to pick up some essentials; some deli meat and cheese for the week, bread, milk, and maybe some muffins, since she'd finished the ones at home earlier. She decided to head over to the bread aisle department first.
Having always been fit and trim, was sort of embarrassing going out in public now with her bloated belly sticking out so prominently, but she supposed that was her own fault. She tried tugging down the hem of her top but it didn't help much. She was just going to have to deal with it and make her shopping quick.
Upon making it to the bread aisle, she immediately felt conflicted. Just the sight of all those carbs- bagels, english muffins, sourdough, tortillas- was enough to make her stomach growl. She gulped as she pulled down a loaf of bread, her mouth feeling dry. She dropped it in her basket and moved along hurriedly.
Unfortunately, the dairy aisle wasn't much better. Gallons of milk, blocks of cheese, shelves of full-fat yogurt...she knew it would all be so satisfying. Her body felt like it was calling out to her, that it needed more. Needed something filling, and NOW. Though it was surely her mind playing tricks on her...after all, she'd already eaten so much. Her belly grumbled again, and she clutched it out of instinct. It felt so full to hold, yet so empty inside. What was going on with her?
By the time she reached the deli department, she was starting to sweat. Her hungriness was only building by the second, impossible to ignore, making her feel ravenous. On her way toward the counter, she passed by an open hot bar. She caught a whiff of the food next to her and stopped in her tracks.
The bar was fully stocked with a wide array of ready-to-eat foods. Saucy chicken wings, gooey mac and cheese, steaming potato wedges and more were all sitting in open trays, with serving utensils and containers to the side. It was all so tempting...Amber couldn't resist. Surely a little sample wouldn't hurt...?
Amber glanced around to make sure no one was looking first. Then, falling to temptation, she picked up a pair of tongs and grabbed a single potato wedge from its tray. She grabbed it and popped it in her mouth quickly.
She was immediately overcome with an almost euphoric sense of satisfaction. It was like the best taste she'd ever experienced, and swallowing made her hunger feel just a tad better.
After that, she couldn't have just one. She grabbed another with tongs and stuffed it in her mouth. Then two more. After that she abandoned the tongs and began picking them up with her bare hands. The salty, starchy wedges were delicious and filling. She shoved them into her mouth until her cheeks were full.
In a matter of only a minute or two, she cleared nearly three servings worth of wedges from the tray. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside her, causing her to lose control. She finished off the potatoes, then immediately grabbed a serving spoon and went for the mac and cheese. By then, other customers in the area had begun to take notice. They saw her bent over the hot bar, hands moving quickly, lips smacking.
She was so hungry, she did the unthinkable and began shoveling spoonfuls of pasta in her mouth directly from the serving spoon, with no regard for who saw or how sanitary it was. The macaroni was dense and flavorful, the cheese rich and creamy. She only half-chewed her bites, swallowing them as fast as possible so as to get more food in her. She'd become a machine whose only purpose was to stuff itself.
Amber ate until there were only a few smears left of cheese in the tray. She was about to move onto the chicken wings when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
She turned and was faced with a store employee. His face was showed a mix of disgust and concern. He spoke to her sternly, but with some hesitance. "Uh, ma'am, um...I'm, uh, gonna have to ask you to leave."
Amber gulped. She stepped back, snapping out of her trance as she looked around. She saw a few other customers who had clearly been staring at her quickly avert their eyes and go about their business.
"Oh, uh, yeah..." she mumbled, feeling herself blush as a wave of humiliation crashed into her. She stepped back again and hastily wiped cheese from the corners of her mouth. "Um...I'm...I'm really sorry, I...sorry."
With that, she abandoned her basket and made a beeline for the exit, grasping her stuffed belly with greasy fingers.
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She could do nothing but sit in her car for a few minutes in silent shame. Well, there was no way she could ever set foot in that store again. Just what had she been thinking?
She looked down at herself. Her top was covered in crumbs, her stomach glistening with sweat and grease. Her stomach...it had grown even more bloated and round, past what she would consider normal. It sat upon her heavily as she sat back in her car seat, full of fat and carbs. When she applied pressure, the flesh had a bit of give, but she was packed tight. She felt like a pig.
And yet, as she gently rubbed her belly, it growled.
"How do I still feel fucking hungry?" Amber said to herself. It was getting ridiculous, and concerning. She would've driven herself to the emergency room or something right then and there, but she really just wanted to go home after that ordeal. She just needed to cut herself off. No more eating, except for maybe some antacid tablets.
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...And yet somehow, half an hour later, Amber was back home and answering the door for a pizza delivery boy. She truly couldn't help it. In the time it had taken her to drive home, she had already become uncomfortably famished.
She sat on the floor in her living room, pizza box open in front of her, feeling pathetic. She'd ordered a large meat lovers, and was already through two slices. She'd left her clothes from the store on, since she was expecting to only get more greasy.
How was she supposed to control this? She'd never felt anything like it. It's like her body had forgotten what it was like to feel full...
As she picked up a third slice, she suddenly felt a...hitch, in her stomach. She gasped, putting a hand on the side of her distended belly. It almost felt like something...shifted. Unnerved, Amber pouted. What the hell was going on? Did this actually warrant an ER trip...?
Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone buzzing, over on the kitchen counter. She sighed, grunting a bit as she stood up. She walked over and checked the screen. A notification had popped up from her dating app...
[FROM Hugh_53: Hey- are we still on for tonight? I know a great place if you're still interested!]
Amber cursed loudly. She's completely forgotten about the date she'd planned for tonight.
She'd been talking to Hugh through the app for some time, and already had to cancel on him once due to weather...but he was so kind and understanding. He seemed perfect for her, and this would be their first time meeting. If she said no again, she might not ever get the chance to connect...
She looked down at her bloated middle, bit her lip, and started to type.
>>Hi, Hugh! I'd love to, just tell me where and when...
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Hugh, trying to be a gentleman, invited her to an upscale restaurant on the nicer end of town. Amber, trying her best to make a good first impression, scoured her closet for a dress that would fit her. The only one she could find was a plain, light-grey piece- the cotton-poly blend was stretchy enough to fit her, but form-fitting enough that it didn't really hide her distended belly...at all. It would have to do...
He wanted to meet her ASAP, so she needed to get ready quickly. As she was throwing on some makeup, her stomach growled. She was, again, starving...and if she didn't get to dinner soon, she'd start munching on her lipstick.
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Amber arrived at the restaurant to find Hugh already at a table waiting for her. He was dressed in a nice button-up, his eyes twinkling in the dim, ambient light. As she approached, his face immediately lit up...then, after a moment, his expression shifted.
"Hi...Amber?" He asked, tentatively.
"That's me!" Amber confirmed, a bit out of breath. "I know, I'm a bit late..."
"It's no problem!" Hugh assured her. Though, he sounded like he was caught off guard by something... "Sorry, ah, I didn't know you were...uh..."
"...Didn't know I was what?"
After looking her up and down a couple times, Hugh gulped, then seemed to recover a bit. "Ah, nothing. Here, let me get your chair for you..."
Amber smiled a bit as she watched him scramble up from his seat to pull her chair out. Maybe chivalry wasn't dead after all.
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END OF DRAFT
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Extended plot notes:
-Throughout dinner, Hugh is very aware that Amber is pregnant, but beats around the bush and never directly mentions it. ("Of course you're hungry, you're eating for...y'know..." "Eating for...?" "Uh, for the first time all day, probably...!") He's not immediately put off by it, so goes along with it.
-Amber orders an absurd amount of food at dinner, obviously- extra servings, continues eating way after Hugh is done. By the end of dinner she is full term
-After dinner, she finally stops being hungry, but starts feeling cramps and wants to go home
-They go back to Amber's apartment, and start getting intimate, when suddenly Amber's water breaks. Mortified (thinking she's peed herself), she sends Hugh home ("Should I...call you an ambulance?!" "It's piss, I'm not dying, jerk")
-Whole time she's going through labor, she thinks she's horribly constipated from all the food she ate. Only starts to realize it's baby when it starts actively coming out of her
-Gives birth on her bedroom floor and can do nothing but sit there in shock
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I hope everyone enjoys this snippet of “Food Baby”… It feels kind of wild to release the draft after having it sit around for literal years, but I knew I would never finish it. To my fellow writers out there, by all means, take a crack at it! I’d love to see what you do!
I’m quickly coming up on 2,000 followers (wow!), and I had wanted to post a new fic to celebrate, but I have nothing finished… so I had another idea.
If I instead posted an unfinished fic, free for anyone else to edit/finish/add on too, would anyone be interested?
The fic would likely be “Food Baby,” a draft I’ve had for years about a woman who suddenly becomes very hungry, stuffs herself, and doesn’t realize she’s actually becoming increasingly pregnant throughout the day. It’s about half finished. I would include what’s written as well as a general summary for what I had planned to include later.
PSA: Was just browsing the TV guide at work and saw that this Lifetime movie is premiering tonight (right now actually). Judging by the title/synopsis, seems like something to keep an eye on 👀
UPDATE: Here is a link to watch the movie: https://play.mylifetime.com/movies/crowning-at-the-prom/full-movie
Unfortunately, the birth scene is very quick and lackluster, and the writing/acting isn’t great, though that’s to be expected for Lifetime. Despite the punny title, there’s no real descriptions of the baby crowning or any birth denial or clothed birth. Sorry if I got anyone’s hopes up!
PSA: Was just browsing the TV guide at work and saw that this Lifetime movie is premiering tonight (right now actually). Judging by the title/synopsis, seems like something to keep an eye on 👀
UPDATE: Here is a link to watch the movie: https://play.mylifetime.com/movies/crowning-at-the-prom/full-movie
Unfortunately, the birth scene is very quick and lackluster, and the writing/acting isn’t great, though that’s to be expected for Lifetime. Despite the punny title, there’s no real descriptions of the baby crowning or any birth denial or clothed birth. Sorry if I got anyone’s hopes up!
Absolutely golden preg scenario is having one or more women suddenly become very obviously pregnant, but totally oblivious to it, while there’s a man who is VERY aware of it and feels crazy because no one else seems to notice.
What if giving birth was as typical as using the bathroom. Like “Excuse me a minute, I’ve really gotta go give birth” or “I hope there’s a delivery room close by, or I’m gonna drop this kid right here!” …That would be silly I think. But also hot
I’m quickly coming up on 2,000 followers (wow!), and I had wanted to post a new fic to celebrate, but I have nothing finished… so I had another idea.
If I instead posted an unfinished fic, free for anyone else to edit/finish/add on too, would anyone be interested?
The fic would likely be “Food Baby,” a draft I’ve had for years about a woman who suddenly becomes very hungry, stuffs herself, and doesn’t realize she’s actually becoming increasingly pregnant throughout the day. It’s about half finished. I would include what’s written as well as a general summary for what I had planned to include later.
They just nodded at you, sweating profusely, jaw set, eyes mostly closed. "Mmm... Mmmhm... Just fine..." You could hear the strain in their voice, see how tight their round, full belly had gotten.
People chatted around you both, walking back and forth, but you couldn't take your eyes off the vision in front of you. Their belly relaxed... But not long after, tensed once more. They gripped their legs, leaned back, a little grunt rumbling in the back of their throat.
"Are you sure you're ok?" You manage, and they smile at you, motion you closer with one hand once their belly relaxes. You move nearby, and they take your hand, gently, carefully. Lift their skirt and put your hand under. Along their leg. Cuping their crotch.
Everything is soaked, burning hot. Their belly tenses, and you feel every part of them strain as you cup them... Then. You feel their leggings pressing into your hand. Feel something else under the fabric. She manages in a strained groan "I'm ok, really. But you can keep your hand there... It's what you want, isn't it?"
They keep pushing, crowning more and more, surrounded by people who don't know or don't care that this amazing person is giving birth into your hand...
Does it count as cheating if I pick a story I commissioned? This fantastic rapid preg tale is written by notabot999 on deviantart and their works are always amazing, even when their stories include kinks I'm not into haha.
Not cheating at all, notabot is a legend. A lot of their fics are too crude/out-there/cheesy/exaggerated for me personally, but when they’re good they’re REAL good.
I think reading “Racing ahead” is when I realized how much I was into preg/birth denial/obliviousness
I know for some people part of the appeal is the bump, but I feel like there's not enough stories about cryptic or invisible pregnancies, where they don't really grow outward? But still might have other symptoms, just no belly. What about a cryptic rapid pregnancy, maybe with a tall woman, who is fit and has abs. Maybe they take a pregnancy pill and think it didn't work, and decide to try it again another day, but then eventually their water breaks.
Forgive me for not replying to this for a whole month… honestly I haven’t really tried a story where there’s no visible belly (because I like the belly) but that last part is a REALLY interesting idea that I hadn’t considered
Taking a pregnancy pill, or Gravidade, and not noticing any changes right away. “Huh, it must not have worked, let me try some more…”
Another pill/sip, and either still no changes, or only a bit of swelling. “Must not be as strong at the package says…”
Next, they take a bunch of pills at once. They only realize the error of their ways when contractions start immediately after swallowing, meaning it was adding babies the whole time, just not showing…
