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I'm Magnolia, she/they, lesbian, into a lot of niche things. This blog is a space for me to play around with those niche things. Enjoy x
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I plan on mostly posting little drabbles and concepts, as writing full stories can be challenging (there are truly only so many ways you can describe somebody's body expanding, and only so many fruit/types of balls to compare them to) but I do have a trove of fun ideas for longer stories, so you may eventually see them as well.
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I'm open to asks playing around with my ideas or expanding (no pun intended) on them, assuming you can behave yourselves x
Turn offs:
Bursting, birth and any descriptions of water breaking/contractions/etc, vore, scat/piss/farting/burping, detrans, bimbofication, ageplay, incest, giantess, muscle growth, the term "futanari", weight gain, feederism, gender swapping (as in, somebody forcefully being changed to another gender against their will-- I'm very into the idea of men undergoing rapid preg/breast expansion but remaining men)
College guy gets some shady dick-enlarging pills online and starts taking them a few days before a trip up to the lake with his friends.
He doesn't notice any changes--it probably takes a while for them to kick in, right? But it might not hurt to take a few extra before this trip, especially with all the girls that'll be there this weekend too...
The roadtrip up begins normally, with them arguing over who gets the aux cord and making fun of each other's music tastes. But a few hours into the trip he starts to feel....odd. A sort of twitchy, tingling feeling in his balls. He ignores it, hoping it'll go away, but it only increases. In fact, they feel a little swollen, still pressing against his thighs slightly even with his legs spread. This isn't an allergic reaction or something to those pills, right?
And worse yet, that twitching feeling is making him hard.
He holds his bag over his lap for the rest of the trip to hide the bulge, though the twitching has turned to a squirming, a churning in his balls has him clenching his jaw and trying his best not to pant as his cock throbs beneath his jeans, but all he can think of is getting off.
He manages to play his sudden quietness off as motion sickness, and when they get there he practically hurls himself from the car, gasping at the feeling of his balls sloshing with the movement. What is happening to him?
He stumbles a few steps, his cock painfully hard and sensitive against his leg--he's not going to make it to the bathroom like he'd planned. He looks around frantically, eyes settling on the lake.
He rushes towards the nearby dock as much as his sloshing balls and throbbing cock will allow, throwing himself into the water and the relative privacy of the water.
He desperately claws at his button and zipper, the denim stiff and unwieldy in the water but he manages to get them down around his ankles, yanking his underwear down and falling to his knees on the silty lake bottom and grips his cock, desperately stroking himself.
Disappointingly, his cock seems to be its usual, average size-- but his balls. He can't quite see through the silt he's stirred up, but when they bump his thighs amid his stroking they feel the size of baseballs.
It doesn't take long before an orgasm grips him, blessedly releasing the tension that had accumulated over the trip and he's nearly sobbing with relief--at least for a moment, until he registers the squirming in his balls is increasing, increasing--until the usual feeling of release is accompanied by a bizarre tightness in his urethra that rolls down his cock until--
He groans as what seems to be a sperm the size of a tadpole squirms its way out of him, squiggling away into the water. Before he has time to fully process this, there's another, then another and he's gasping and moaning and trying not to fall over in the water as he births a veritable swarm of cloudy-white sperm into the water around him with heads the size of a fingertip.
The orgasm stretches on and on, drawn out by the sperm's slow passage out of him, distracting him so he doesn't notice his friends nearing until its too late.
One cannonballs into the deeper water near him in nothing but his boxers, and another two simply throws themselves off the dock, laughing at him as he flinches away from the splash as they're followed by a few more reasonable friends that wade in from the shore.
"Dude, you went right for the lake? Hell yeah," one friend laughs as they swim closer.
He tries to respond but another sperm squirms its way out of him, making him gasp and nearly fall over.
"You okay?" another friend asks, laughing. "That car really fucked you up, huh?"
He tries again to respond, but is saved from doing so when the third friend shrieks, jumping back.
"Something touched my leg!"
"Oh my God, bro, are you serious? Are you scared of fucking perch? We're in a lake, not the fucking ocean."
"It didn't feel like a fish, it--"
Another friend yelps, but this time it's accompanied by a series of frantic cursing and grabbing at his boxers. "Something just--! Something fucking---!"
Another sperm spurts out of him. Another. Another.
"Did something bite you?"
"No it--it--"
"AHH FUCK"
All around him his friends begin to panic as the sperm find them, zeroing in on their body heat and quickly finding holes to squirm into, their pheromone trails leading other sperm to the same places.
And he hasn't stopped cumming yet.
He watches his nearest friend flounder helplessly in the water as a swarm of squiggling white sperm surround him, pushing and shoving each other out of the way as they squirm their way inside of him, his belly quickly swelling out under his hands. Another friend tries desperately to swim away to little avail as the sperm take his face's close proximity to the water as an opportunity to pour into his mouth too.
The sight of it, of his own seed so aggressively and easily subduing his friends is making him........hard?
A third friend desperately bats the sperm away in the water around them, and somehow in the chaos they notice he's still on his knees in the water, seemingly unaffected.
"Help--Help me--" they wade towards him, stumbling and gasping as a particularly aggressive sperm wriggles its way inside of them.
When they regain their footing and stand, rising out of the water, he sees their belly is swollen to the size of basketball, as if they were pregnant when moments before they hadn't been. Not only this, but a few sperm have found their way to their chest, a few more wriggling up their wet torso and pressing themselves into swollen nipples, chest plumping and squirming with each new entry.
"H-help, go get--h..." they pant, cradling their belly as they come close enough to sink to their knees in front of them, catching themselves on his shoulder. "Go..get...h....."
They look down. Down into the water between them where his hard cock is still in his hand and his balls are now easily the size of grapefruits, churning. Squirming.
The friend looks up at him, their eyes wide with understanding and panic as their swollen belly writhes in their hands.
You wish to have the best sex ever for the rest of your life. You did not specify what this meant. This was a mistake.
The result is a condition in which you occasionally feel something nudging your clit and tracing your pussy with increasing pressure until you're soaked through your underwear, maybe even trickling down your legs if you're very (un)lucky. You're fully clothed, and if you were to run to discretely try and look, you would see only your plush pussy being stroked and rubbed by some invisible force.
Something teases your opening until you're aching with the need to be filled, which the invisible force obliges, sliding easily into you, dragging against all those wonderful spots. Withdrawing slowly. Thrusting forward again. Again. Again.
You cum once, your pussy pulsing and squeezing against whatever's inside you, but it doesn't stop.
Sometimes you have the misfortune of this happening when you're not home. When you're on the train. Seeing a movie. In a job interview.
You will have to learn how to excuse yourself to the bathroom before it gets too obvious. Before you're shaking and whimpering and trying to resist cumming in front of everyone-- or worse.
It doesn't happen every time and you're not sure what triggers it, but sometimes after dragging multiple orgasms out of you the thing will cum in you, and this can go on for a long, long time, thickening and contracting rhythmically against your already-sensitive walls, making you cum again as you feel yourself grow full of something, feel your belly pressing against your shirt, feel your breasts begin spilling out the tops of your cups like rising dough.
So yes, you may have been dealing with this long enough that you can clench your jaw and keep your composure through multiple orgasms, but having to hide your belly as it fills and fills and pushes the hem of your shirt up while the thing still thrusts inside of you? While your nipples throb and grow and tent your shirt as your breasts swell to the size of your head? While the sight of your own body makes you cum again?
Ghostly monster that’s almost completely incorporeal. You can’t feel it attach itself to your body, and its cock passes through your clothes like they don’t exist. But once it’s pushing its way inside of you, you can definitely feel that. Some huge intrusion thrusting so hard and deep. Thrash and struggle as you might, you can’t do anything about it. You can’t grab it, can’t block its entry, can’t escape. All you can do is feel it mess up your insides until it cums, filling you to the brim with hot seed. It stretches and bloats your belly, and you can feel it leak out, but can’t see anything there
Then you feel something else inside you. Something alive and moving. Ultrasounds reveal nothing but empty space, but you can feel them pushing against your insides and see your belly grow larger and larger. When you give birth, you can feel it squeeze out. But you can’t see anything emerge, and when you grab at where it should be, it’s like there’s only empty space. When you feel all of them leave, something shoves itself inside of you again. The monster that’s impregnated you might just have been clinging to your body throughout your entire pregnancy, completely unnoticed
A creature that fills you gradually, over the course of multiple nights.
The first time you wake up with vague images in your mind of tendrils and tentacles and gripping the sheets through a few orgasms and you chalk it up to a wet dream. You feel a little bloated, but it must be something you ate.
The second time you wake up and you swear you can still feel something coiled around your legs, holding them open, but when you sit up nothing is there-- except for your belly, which is now noticeably swollen over the waistband of your underwear, a little too big to excuse as bloating or having eaten too big of a meal. Odd, maybe you're just gaining weight? You choose loose top and go about your day.
The third time you're awoken as an orgasm slams into you, leaving you gasping as your pussy clenches and-- you must still be dreaming, right? Your belly is well into third-trimester territory, the size of a basketball and you swear you hear it slosh when you manage to sit up and look at yourself. Out of the corner of your eye you swear you see something slither out of sight.
The fourth time you stay awake. You considered sleeping somewhere else that night, maybe getting a hotel room, but you have to know what's happening to you. You're leaned back against your head board and nearly dozing off when you feel something touch your ankle and you manage to catch a glimpse of the pale tentacle from your dream before it wraps itself around your leg and impatiently yanks you towards it so you're laying down.
Instinctively you struggle against it, but this appears to be the wrong move because more tentacles slither up and over the sides of your bed and make quick work of pinning you and your swollen belly down and coiling their way up your pajama pants before what feels like a massive mouth envelopes your pussy and begins to suck and lick in ways no human could ever accomplish.
It should feel positively alien, but there's a familiarity about it now that has your pussy gushing eagerly despite your struggling. The creature responds by sliding some kind of writhing, bumpy appendage into you deep.
Then it starts to throb.
Your belly grows tighter as you realize it's filling you with something, each throb grinding against your walls as it gushes into you in pulses. You squirm as your belly swells through the third trimester to full term, then past that--
You wake up the next morning with a belly the size of a beachball that slumps like a massive water balloon on your thighs. You swear your breasts are a little bigger too, spilling slightly over the cups of your bra.
You should definitely find somewhere else to sleep tonight. You should definitely not stay in bed all day, growing progressively hornier the more you think about last night, the more you feel your belly slosh as you rock your hips into a pillow searching for relief, as you feel...wetness? Spreading across your bra and...did you just feel something squirm inside of you? You should definitely not lose track of time as you lose count of how many times you cum, the sun setting outside your window, the sheets shifting as something slithers over the edge of your bed to join your desperate grinding.........
(Body invasion, rapid pregnancy, breast expansion)
A hugely pregnant woman boards the train, seating herself next to you with a big sigh. She looks exhausted and uncomfortable, her top oddly small considering her size, the hemline riding up over her baby bump (she has to be having multiples, right?), her breasts straining the fabric, visibly bulging over her bra cups.
The train starts moving and all is well for a bit... Then you notice her spreading her legs beneath her skirt and leaning forward against her belly, the motion squishing her breasts enough that you see damp spots form on her top....
"Ma'am...?" you try.
You hear a plop and she sighs, relieved, before beginning to push again, and you glance down to see....a worm? A grub? A tentacle? Squirming on the ground.
You look back up, bewildered at the woman, who only gives you an exhausted, apologetic shrug. "Sorry. If I do this without anyone around they just go back in and get...even bigger..." She strains again and there's another plop, and you look back down to see another squirming creature--and the first one having slithered over to your shoe.
You yelp and try to shake it off, but it's sticky and quick as the movement seems to startle it up your leg.
"Just...just let it...please just let it..." the woman pants as the tentacle wriggles its way up your thigh, sliding out of your grasp and into your shorts, quickly finding what it's looking for and slithering its way inside of you, making you gasp, gripping the armrest at the not-wholly-unpleasant sensation. There's another few plops as the woman strains, and you begin to hear other passengers gasp and yelp as the tentacles find them. You feel your belly pressing into your waistband and you look to find it rounding out, something squirming, growing inside of you. Your chest begins to ache and you raise a hand to massage it, finding your nipples are swollen--swelling, the swelling quickly spreading to the tissue of your chest as well as your belly grows beneath your hand.
There is chaos. Passengers attempt to flee to adjoining cars but trip over each other, their prone forms easy targets as the tentacles make quick work of slithering their way beneath skirts and pant legs. Some passengers appear to have given in, rocking their hips dazedly as they're impregnated.
You feel another tentacle curl itself around your ankle, and you look down to find that three more are already halfway up your legs--and one apparently had made it higher. You gasp as you feel it slide into you, as you feel the squirming within you increase, your breasts straining against the fabric of your shirt.
"Sorry," the woman tells you breathlessly. Her belly is barely any smaller. If anything, she's a bit bigger, her breasts fully spilling over the cups now, nipples spurting milk with each throb through the wet fabric of her shirt.
You're exploring an abandoned house with a friend, and make your way into the basement which your friend adamantly refused to explore. After calling them a baby, you descend the stairs into the space which is damp-smelling and dimly lit so it's only a matter of time before you trip and....there's rumors about this house and why there's no graffiti or signs of other people exploring, though it's all urban legends, right?
Except then you feel something wet touch your ankle. Then you jerk away and hurriedly turn on your phone's flashlight--- illuminating the glinting, wet forms of what seems like several baseball-sized blobs of gelatin....that being to pull themselves towards like, like metal filings being drawn to a magnet.
You try to stand, to scramble back, but the floor is covered in slimy trails of moisture and you slip, the first slime adheres itself to your shoe, quickly pulling itself under your pant leg despite your attempts to dislodge it, crawling up your leg and easily soaking through your underwear. Even though you're grasping for it, it pushes and slithers into your pussy, making you gasp and whimper as it fills you, grasping at the ground around you. This momentary loss of composure has unfortunately given another slime the opportunity to descend upon you as well, and you shake your leg futilely as it too soaks through your clothes and presses into you, this one undulating in a way that makes your hips jerk as it fills you. You're starting to feel full....you manage to angle your phone light up and see more slimes are pushing their way up from cracks in the concrete floor and the mortar of the walls.
They make quick work of descending upon you, and you try several more times to stand amidst the slick floor as they heave themselves up your legs, some even colliding and merging into grapefruit-sized masses before they press into your pussy. You can't tell if you're wet or if it's from the slimes, but you moan and your hips buck as they slide inside of you. Your belly begins to push out. You try calling for help but find your mouth blocked by a slime that had come from behind, which quickly forces its way down your throat. More slimes gather between your legs and it's becoming very difficult to think between the constant wet sliding against your clit and the way they undulate their way inside of you, rippling against your g-spot as your belly swells well into the second trimester....
A particularly large slime, the size of a medicine ball, pulls itself forward and between your legs and you try once more to heave yourself upright, but your sloshing belly throws you off balance, causing your knees to buckle and resulting in you straddling the slime you were trying to escape, its warmth quickly soaking your pussy and sensitive clit, and you can't stop yourself-- you moan and rock your hips against the firm gelatin-like creature, and it takes the opportunity to begin pushing itself into you little by little with each thrust, your belly pulsing bigger with each rock of your hips, arriving at full-term before even half of the thing is inside you. You keep going.
Your friend, concerned, eventually calls after you and even manages to muster the bravery to descend the stairs-- they find you just as your ass hits the floor and the entire slime slides inside you, the sensation finally sending you over the edge and you shriek as you cum, your belly swelling to the size of a yoga ball, far beyond any human pregnancy.
You look up at your friend with glazed, pleasure-wrecked eyes. "You should....check this out...." you slur, movement drawing your attention to the far side of the room-- more slimes are pushing themselves out of the cracks in the concrete floor and beginning to pull themselves towards you. Your friend steps back, but slips on the slimy, slick floor.
A woman is offered an experimental procedure so she can have children with her wife. She sits on a hospital bed afterwards, waiting for it to take effect.... when she feels her clit begin to throb, begin to swell and push up against her hospital gown and god it feels incredible. Her hips jerk involuntarily as her clit quickly grows large enough that she can wrap a few fingers around it, though the scientists instruct her to not do that over the loudspeaker-- something about side effects of stimulation, whatever. She ignores them, watching her clit swell well into t-dick territory, each pulse of growth making her moan and rock her hips, arousal pooling beneath her. She can't stop herself from running her fingers up down its swelling length....
Eventually two orderlies are sent in and restrain her restrain her arms, handcuffing her to the railings of the bed "for her own safety", though she barely registers it through the urgent aching arousal of her still-growing clit, now easily the size of a small cock. The handcuffs cut into her wrist as she fruitlessly struggles against them, pushing herself up onto her knees so she can at least sloppily grind herself against the mattress as she tries to pull her hands free.
Amidst this struggling, her clit is pushed downwards, so it's flush against her body-- against the opening of her drenched pussy. It feels like an electric shock, and she lets out a choked shriek of pleasure as she re-doubles her efforts grinding her twitching, throbbing clit against her pussy, prompting the orderlies to reappear.
The sight of them makes her more frantic, makes her grind harder, if she can just cum-- Then there's a particularly strong pulse of growth, and her clit pushes itself into her. She nearly blacks out, the combined sensation of penetration and being penetrating shorting out her brain so all she can think about is cumming. Orderlies hold her hips down and gloved hands attempt to extract her clit from inside herself-- but the contact just makes it throb and grow and press deeper, her moans at the brink of turning to sobs at the feeling.
It doesn't matter that her hips are being held in place-- the throbbing of her clit, the feeling of it swelling and lengthening and thickening inside of herself, stretching her-- before any of the personnel can decide what to do, she cums. Her back arches and pussy clamps down hard around her clit, squeezing it in pulses that only stimulate its growth further. The personnel watch as it nears the width of a soda can, and she feels something gush impossibly from her clit, feels a gathering warmth that doesn't stop, that begins to make her feel quite full, that quickly begins pushing her belly out against her gown in pulses.
She quickly surpasses "overfull stomach" to healthy second trimester, as if she has a cantaloupe tucked under her gown, the dual sensations of her pussy being so full and stretched and squeezing rhythmically alongside the feeling of being squeezed bringing her near tears.
"fuckkk it's not...stopping..." she manages, her hips twitching with each gush as she pushes well into third trimester territory, her belly sloshing as the orderlies and doctor look on. Her belly strains the fabric of her gown, the ties at her back unreachable by her still-handcuffed hands. She swells past a full-term with a singlet, twins, her belly coming to rest on her knees like a beach ball filled with warm water. She's practically drooling as the seams at her sides finally rip, moaning with relief as her belly plops forwards, nearing the size of a yoga ball before she finally feels the orgasm subside.
She slumps breathlessly against her belly as they begin to take her vitals, feeling her clit finally slide out of herself. She can't see it beneath her belly, but it feels massive, the length of her forearm and width of a soda can.
Amidst her breathlessness, she feels something shift within her belly--feels something squirm and kick against her heaving, suddenly tender-feeling chest.
Double-non-consent. A person possessed/driven by something out of their control, desperately apologizing and sobbing between moans and whimpers of pleasure as they hold someone down.
A scientist in a labcoat stumbling out of a lab, cradling a swelling belly, breasts stretching the fabric of their shirt as wet patches spread, and before you can fully register what you're seeing they notice you, and with speed that shouldn't be possible for someone so pregnant, they run at you, tackling you, holding you down with impossible strength, shaking and apologizing as something slick and throbbing bursts the seams at the crotch of their pants.
You feel tugging and hear fabric ripping then feel the tentacle pressing against you, slithering into you, the person whimpering an apology despite the way their eyes roll back in pleasure as you begin to feel something pump into you. Begin to feel yourself being filled. Begin to feel your nipples throb. Begin to feel your own belly beginning to swell, and despite their apologizing and moaning, they're not getting any smaller...
Trans man is on a plane after visiting his long distance partner, who gifted him with what seems to be packer-friendly underwear to celebrate him getting his first one, which is waiting for him at home. His partner was rather coy and odd about it and encourages him to tell them how he likes them. Thinking a plane ride is a good time to test them out, he switches into them, and they fit nicely, if not a little loose around the crotch....but then his t-dick starts feeling tingly and sensitive and hot. He shifts uncomfortably, glancing down to see, to his utter shock, a growing bulge between his legs as his t-dick swells into all that empty space, the sight of it making him hard, his t-dick thickening and pushing down one of his pant legs....
A sweet himbo guy whose female roommate gives him unlabeled supplements, simply saying they'll "help with his gains". The guy happily takes them, but slowly finds his pecs are feeling tender and his shirts are tighter and...are his nipples...bigger? Must be his muscles getting stronger!
However, within days he can't button his shirts and he's finding himself half-hard all the time, and when his roommate offers to help with a "therapeutic massage" on his sore pecs, the guy finds himself moaning and squirming, his cock hard and bulging in his pants when he feels damp patches spreading across his shirt under his roommate's deft hands, his pecs growth speeding up in response to the stimulation, rising as she skillfully kneads and massages his chest like soft bread dough, his nipples thickening as she squeezes them, milk dribbling out of him and....did that moan sound a lot like a moo?
When she's done with him, he's a panting, whimpering mess, begging for her to continue, his pecs swollen to the size of bowling balls, nipples like shot glasses dripping thick cream onto the floor, unable to keep himself from grinding his aching cock against the cream-splattered couch cushions as his pecs throb and swell even more as she watches, pleased....
I love the idea of being fucked by something invisible/immaterial...
Living in a haunted house and waking up feeling something filling you despite the fact that you are fully clothed in PJs and under the covers...
A brave knight going to fight an eldritch creature made of smoke and eyes, only to find it slipping into the joints of his armor, pressing and pushing into him....
A curse that causes you to feel the sensation of being fucked every time you lie, feel your clit being rubbed and your g-spot being slid against even though there's nothing there, but it feels so good....
A huge, moth-like creature that gets into your house at night, releasing something sweet-smelling into the air that makes you stumble backwards from your attempts to capture it, your knees trembling as you're suddenly so wet. And the creature, hungry for nectar, crawls forwards, parting your legs, releasing another puff of that sweet-smelling substance that immediately subdues any attempt to struggle as it unfurls a siphon-like mouthpart that it uses to skillfully tear away the fabric between your legs, revealing a glistening, swollen, soaked flower for it....
An obnoxious, big-shot corporate man who is extremely misogynistic to his female coworkers. He's so obnoxious that they form a coven and, juuust before the Big Important Meeting, put a curse on him to teach him some empathy. As he's up there preening and being self-congratulatory about his presentation, he feels a button on his shirt pop open. He looks down. His pecs are more prominent and....swelling? He tries futilely to re-button his shirt, but his pecs grow larger, pressing out against his shirt, his nipples swelling and visible through the fabric. His audience is dumbfounded. The man hurriedly mumbles something about needing to step out for a moment-- which is when he feels something wet against his hand, and finds dark patches spreading over his nipples, his pecs the size of softballs and still growing. Surely this can't get any more bizarre or humiliating....until he feels a strange fluttering low in his belly, feels a strange unfamiliar fullness....and then his well-toned belly begin to round out, straining the lower buttons of his now milk-drenched shirt which eventually pop, revealing the still-growing form of his belly and pecs the size of volleyballs and he realizes he's hard and...why does it feel so...good? Why does...he...want....more.....?
A woman is offered to a forest-fertility god, and you think she's about to be fucked and impregnated into hyper-pregnancy territory....only to find out she's prepared for this, and knows how to overpower him, re-directing his spawn into him before they can fill her until his pecs are massive and heavy with milk and he's swollen with the kin he was going to force on her.
A cult intends to use a vessel to birth their god(s), and as the priest utters his incantation and the chosen vessel lays in the middle of a summoning circle, you think they're about to feel something(s) inhuman begin to flutter and swell within them....only for them to start laughing and pull out a charm they'd prepared that deflects the incantation onto the priest, whose skin burns with sigils that he desperately tries to claw off as he begins to feel a growing pressure, a heaviness, low in his belly.....
I love the idea of HRT working a little too well. A transwoman buys sketchy hormones online because it's more discrete and takes a single dose, spends the rest of her evening marveling at her previously-flat chest puffing up then beginning to round out and swell...feeling her hips pressing wider, her thighs and ass growing soft and curvy...maybe she even feels a strange pressure low in her abdomen as things shift and rearrange and some things retract as she feels something new part and open between her legs...
A trans man feels his shoulders ache as they broaden, feels his binder become loose as his chest shifts and flattens...winces as he feels his t-dick thickening and brushing against his boxers, visibly beginning to bulge through the fabric...
(aphrodisiacs, pussy growth, breast expansion, lactation, cumflation)
Concept: HELPR is here to help you on your wellness journey! Via a brain chip it can monitor your vitals and even deploy medication. It even runs a 'tension release' program as part of stress management, with or without a partner.
Except one day, an update is released. You dismiss the tension-release notification for the Nth time. It begins to run anyway. HELPR notifies you it's injected an aphrodisiac into your system that quickly makes it difficult to think and deactivate it. To your horror, when you check your stats you see that it's somehow released 10 doses simultaneously.
HELPR serenely tells you to breathe and relax. You feel the sensation of something push its way into you as the AI manipulates your interior anatomy to simulate penetration. It monitors your sensory input so it knows exactly where and how to touch. You weakly keep trying to deactivate the program.
HELPR senses your stress and in a glitching voice determines it's going to further assist you. You feel a tingling in your pussy and look down to find it swelling between your legs, your clit pressing out beneath the fabric of your yoga pants, the size of a fingertip, sensitivity increasing with size.
Your legs tremble and give out beneath you. HELPR informs you that fertility assistance is now active, a setting you didn't even know existed. You feel that same tingling now in your breasts and find them swelling as well, stretching your top, your nipples thickening visibly, quickly followed by dark damp patches that saturate with thick cream that begins to spurt out of you in pulses.
You barely have time to process this when you feel that penetrating-sensation lodge itself deep in you and thicken-- then release something warm. HELPR tells you fertility assistance is in progress. The release becomes a gush that doesn't stop. You quickly feel yourself become full, feel your belly beginning to push out to accommodate the God-knows-what that's filling you, are unable to do anything as the sensations resumes fucking you, making your still-growing bowling ball-sized breasts and belly slosh as your rocked by the force of it, milk pouring out of your cork-sized nipples, your pussy now the size of a plush grapefruit between your legs with a clit so swollen it's verging on t-dick territory....
