There’s a large, deep pond in the clearing behind your house and one summers afternoon you decide to strip down and take a swim. You enjoy the cool water on your body and the dappled sunlight on your face.
As you swim up and down the length of the pond, you feel something sliding against your legs. You stop and look down and there’s nothing there, but you can feel it creeping up your thigh. You reach down to the space between your legs and your hand meets a wriggly mass that you can’t see, you try to grab it but it slips out your grasp and you jump when you feel it push into your exposed hole.
Naturally you start freaking out and make wild grabs for the foreign object but it just slides out your grasp each time and you feel the thing displace itself further up inside you. Suddenly, you feel so full you can barely breathe.
You swim to shore and heave yourself onto the grassy bank to discover your belly has paunched out a bit. You look down at yourself in confusion, with the amount of space you feel the thing taking up inside you, you expected to look bigger. Still, you try not to panic. You get up and walk back to your house awkwardly, trying to adjust to your new centre of gravity, still dripping wet.
You get back to your room to dry off and catch a glance at yourself in the mirror, yeah you do look bigger but, it can be mistaken for some weight gain or you can tell people you’re two months along.
The thought makes you chuckle.
You run your hand over the new curve of your belly and the thing inside you starts squirming wildly, you’re brought to your knees by the sudden movement and you start feeling hot. You get a rising urge to touch yourself, and your fingers immediately sink into your wet hole without a second thought. The other hand drifted to your nipple, rolling it between your fingers and the other working between your legs, you watch your reflection and see the movement under your skin has calmed a little.
Yet you feel a force push down on your hole and you feel something squishy come out. You lean back and spread yourself open to see what’s going on, only to see a clear gelatinous substance slowly peek out of you. So this is what is trying to make a home inside you. You grab it like before and, like before, it slips out of your hand and straight back up inside you.
You curse under your breath but you feel it make its slow descent once again and you hold your hand out ready to catch it… only for it to slip back inside without breaching your hole. You collapse onto your back from pleasure. it does this again and again, fucking you from the inside.
You lost count of how many times you came and you pass out. You wake up still on the floor, the morning light burning your eyes through your eyelids.
Getting up seems harder than it should be, you feel heavier and your belly feels… tight. You can’t find it in yourself to question it, your mind feels foggy as you stroke your swollen middle and you feel the slippery invader fill your hole from the inside again, pulsating in a rhythm you can’t place.
You head to the kitchen to get something to eat, deciding to make a sandwich with whatever is in your fridge, mindlessly snacking as you put it together. Your pussy throbbing and your belly tightening as you eat. You finish up in the kitchen and collapse on the couch in a haze of pleasure, feeling the slime roll around inside you. Without thinking you touch yourself again, chasing your high while the slime pumps itself in you.
You don’t know how many hours passed with you knuckle deep in yourself or when you even passed out, but when you opened your eyes the sun had just set. And yet the fact you fell asleep on the couch the entire day was not the most pressing thing.
A sharp pain passed through your belly, you looked down and almost screamed. Instead of the first trimester bump you were sporting just last night, you were now gravid. Practically overdue with twins.
The sharp pain passed through you again and you grabbed your belly with a cry. It was firm to the touch, taught like there was really something in there.
That’s when you felt something travelling down to your hole, it definitely wasn’t the slime. The slime was drippy and rolled around and it came down. No, this was hard and moved steady.
You instinctively pushed and it immediately reached the entrance of your hole, the ring on muscle being the only thing holding it inside. You pushed again and it popped out with almost no resistance.
Which wasn’t surprising since you were working yourself open for who knows how long, no doubt you were loose enough of these things to practically fall out of you. You strained to reach between your legs and picked up whatever it was you just birthed, holding up for closer inspection.
It looked like a glass ball about the size of an orange, but it was squishy like jelly. Were these things a part of the slime? It’s eggs?
You felt another descend almost immediately. You grabbed the blanket you keep in the corner of the couch and laid it down under your ass. Resting back on your elbows, you bore down hard. It popped out with no resistance and two more lined up.
You laboured for what felt like no time at all, yet you lost count of how many eggs actually birthed and your belly shrunk back down to normal. You lay back in the couch to catch your breath, looking at the pile between your legs shining in the moonlight.
You turned to look out the sliding door and your eyes fell on the pond out in the distance.
Yeah, that makes sense.
You stand up on shaky legs and gather the corners of the blanket to hold the eggs and shift them onto your back.
Out the door into the back garden, you make your way to the pond where you picked up the slime in the first place, and unceremoniously dump them into the water with scattered splashes.
You were almost sad it was over, never in your life did you come as hard as you did than these past two days. Covering yourself with the blanket you make your way back home, resigned to live with only the memory.
That’s when you felt a flutter in your womb. Seems like you’ll live with more than the just the memory.
