Lying on his side, he wheezes for breath, head resting in your lap as you gingerly rub his swollen belly. A rumbling gurgle emits ominously from deep inside him and he moans weakly, body writhing in discomfort. The surface of his belly writhes with him, the skin rippling in waves like a boiling pot of water as the creature inside him expands several inches outwards. His tummy stretches further as it pushes out, forcing more pressure underneath his bulging navel. Its movement is sickening, and he gags and retches desperately, but his stomach has been empty for days, its contents forced up by the sheer size of his womb. It settles briefly once the growth spurt ends, and you can hear him weep softly into your thighs. His broken voice begs for mercy while his hands grasp onto you for support, “h-hurts…. i-it hurts so much,” his pleas so weak they’re barely audible, “please, it’s t-too big…… please make it stop…. my tummy, m-my tummy, t-too much…” He only has moments to breathe before another growth hits him, signalled by another cacophony of deep violent gurgling. His hands fly to his belly as it swells, helplessly clawing at the red, splitting skin in agony, unable to stop the horrible tearing pain of being stretched beyond what should be humanly possible. He thrashes wildly and all you can do is hold his small, writhing body as you wait for the growth to slow, watching in horror as his belly creaks and groans from the immense pressure within. You can only wonder how much longer his body can last. Judging from the deepening stretch marks lacing his thin pale skin, you fear the creature will be making its exit soon, one way or another…
