Being caught and overwhelmed so quickly you don’t even have time to feel afraid before something throbbing and delicious has been shoved into your mouth and gushed an aphrodisiac down your throat. In no time at all you’re spreading your legs unprompted, drooling around your gag, eyes glazed, humping and twitching and moaning on nothing. An ovipositor or tentacle is shoved inside you, not quite roughly, just practically. It’s a good thing nobody is around (you think) because you’re making a complete fool of yourself, not even able to feel humiliated anymore. Moaning and whimpering like a mindless animal while it pumps away inside you, reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust. It keeps feeding you its aphrodisiac slime and you keep taking its pounding with rolled-back eyes and an arched back. Your body won’t stop spasming around it, overcome with pleasure, the tip of its ovipositor bulging in your stomach. You’re dripping with arousal and its slime. Fertile and full. Begging it to breed you, to give you what your body needs so badly.
Then it stops, buried as deep inside you as it could get, your insides stretched so wide around it you couldn’t close your legs if you tried, bent in a humiliating position that would be very uncomfortable if you weren’t blissed out of your mind.
It removes its organ from your mouth and shifts its weight, lowers itself down to the perfect angle to fill you. It makes a sound like a groan and then it starts swelling even more inside you. You gasp and claw at the ground and drool as it fattens up inside you, and that’s when you feel something even wider press against your entrance. You can feel the ovipositor inside you flexing, pushing, and with a pop, the round object breaches you. It’s the size of a normal bird egg, but it’s squishier, easier for you body to take. You feel it pumped along the ovipositor, stretching out your walls even more, and then plop into you, hot and wet. Followed by another. And another.
It doesn’t take long till you’re cumming from overstimulation and how fucking good it feels with every egg, your mind a little bit broken, babbling senselessly till the creature stuffs something else in your mouth - another tentacle, fingers, a tongue - to shut you up. You start feeling full. Then stuffed. And then it’s unbearable and your body can’t stop seizing up, can’t stop cumming, can’t stop losing its mind over how it feels to be used and bred so thoroughly.
You’ve almost passed out by the time it shudders with that same groaning noise and suddenly a gush fills you up even more, spilling over and warming the eggs plumping your gut, pumping and pumping into you without pause like a hose. When it finally drags its ovipositor out of you, you hazily expect everything to gush out of your ruined hole, but it doesn’t.
Later, much later, after someone finally finds you here, swollen up till you look pregnant and still trying to spread your legs, you’ll realize it will be quite a while before you’re able to push out those eggs. And when you do, you’ll be cumming with every. single. one. again.
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.
The sun peeks through the curtains of the apartment and brings a radiance to her copper skin that is simply marvelous. Jessica slumbers deeply but peacefully, though every few breaths catches, causing her to snort and Geoff to smile like a buffoon. There’re these brief moments every Saturday that he gets to simply enjoy her beauty and feel absolutely euphoric that he’s in love with her and she with him. But staring at her like this can also lead to trouble, and Geoff can already feel it throbbing in his crotch.
He quickly and quietly gets up from the bed and dashes over to the dresser. In the top drawer, he fumbles through the socks until he finds a condom and rips it open from the packaging. Excitement wells as he scoops a finger under his waistband and drops his underwear to the floor. Just staring at Jessica and thinking about the curve of her body has made Geoff as ready as he needs to be and he has little trouble applying the prophylactic. He leans down, sliding between the sheets until his body presses up against hers.
The movement hardly registers with her though she does subconsciously push her self into the snuggle, her incredible ass pressing up into Geoff's crotch. He starts out innocently enough, simply spooning her, running his hands over her outrageous hips, enjoying the lovely curve of her waist. But then, his intentions turn to the more devious and he says a quiet word of gratitude that Jessica likes to sleep in nothing but a camisole and panties. He hooks the waistband and slides the underwear down her thighs before he carefully teases his head at her lips.
After so much time together, he knows she’s horniest in the morning and sure enough, with minimal effort he’s inside of her. She seems to acknowledge the intrusion more than previously as she pushes back into him and the tiniest moan escapes her lips. He smiles and puts one hand on her hip and the other on her belly. There’s a barely perceptible bump there, which is right because he’s just getting started and the curse has scarcely had time to work.
The funny thing about Geoff is that he’s cursed and it happened from a fairly young age. He grew up in a very religious family, his mother particularly beholden to the Sunday sermon; her strict adherence to biblical morals led her to a quandary. Before Geoff was in his teens, he was very handsome and some of his classmates had already been smitten. One rather racy love letter hidden in his back pack pushed her over the edge and she contacted a local witch.
The old crone cast a spell on young Geoff that whenever he was deriding pleasure from a woman before matrimony, her belly would swell with pregnancy. She would carry this burden for three to four days before it would vanish while she slept. This was intended to both frighten any potential paramour and shame Geoff so as to leave him virtuous until being wed before God. And for the entirety of his teenage years, this had worked. But all it took was for one woman to become aroused by the enchantment and the curse became a boon.
Geoff starts his thrusts slow, inching himself inside before rolling his hips back as the tight sensation of her lips leaves him trembling. There’s the smallest surge of pressure from the surface of her tummy as it pushes outward and Geoff can’t fight the grin that pulls at the corner of his lips. But from the look of things, Jessica is pleased as well, enthusiastic even. She rolls her hips, taking his member inside of her greedily while mewing in her semi-consciousness.
He glides his hand over the fabric covering her toned abdomen, moving over her belly button and coming to a stop just before dipping into her pubic area, his fingertips brushing past the seam of her shirt. This is his favorite spot to feel her swell, to feel her belly push out from her body. He loves the sensation of being inside her but aches for the plump of her tummy. Slowly, he rocks back his hips until his head catches on her lips and then, rhythmically starts rolling in and out of her.
A sleepy yet wanting moan falls from her lips as she just barely registers what is happening; but her pleasure is evident as Jessica presses herself into Geoff's embrace. He takes her enthusiasm as his cue to go harder and picks up the pace, sheathing himself inside her with such force that his member entirely disappears inside. A drawn out moan erupts from her open mouth as Geoff’s force ripples through her body, including her new blossoming belly which is so big it bounces with every impact.
Geoff cups her bulging midsection, her skin growing more taunt against his hand. The growth underneath grows heavier and heavier with each thrust; it slowly pushes into the skin of his cupped palm. He keeps his rhythm slow and steady, giving Jessica deep penetration; she’s so needy, she sleepily rolls her hips to take as much of Geoff inside her as she can. But her sleep is crumbling away, her moans of pleasure are rousing her to wakefulness.
“Ooo, you give it to me so good,” she says into the pillow.
Geoff chuckles and leans in close, right beside her ear. “I’m glad you like it, it’s already pretty big.”
She stops rolling her hips for a moment and her hand gingerly travels up to her own belly. It’s substantial, almost as if she were six months pregnant and she begins to rub the surface, feeling the growth of her own plump belly. She moans with the sudden realization and then it’s like she’s growing a magnet in her tummy. Both of her hands move to caress her own belly, at times intertwining with Geoff’s but also holding both sides as the bump continues to grow. Geoff keeps his hand still, content to feel the growth from his favorite spot as Jessica’s belly grows into his hand as if it were spilling over.
Through all of this, the sex doesn’t stop, in fact quite the reverse. Jessica fills with vigor and purpose, sliding onto Geoff’s cock with a hunger only he can fill. Her pace overtakes Geoff’s slow, gentle strokes and her gestation rushes to catch up. She plumps past seven months in the blink of an eye and it doesn’t take long before her new weight is trying to slow her down.
“I—I’m gonna—” Geoff tries to say, the ecstasy overwhelming his voice.
“Do it!” Jessica shouts. “I wanna get big!”
It’s too much, the sensation of her growing belly, the electric feel of her pussy, and her thrill at being blown up, and Geoff can hold back no longer. He thrusts inside of her and stays as the involuntary waves of climax ignite in his loins. And though it feels incredible, his attention is drawn to Jessica. With every twitch and ejaculation, Jessica’s belly surges with growth.
“Yes!” she screams. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Her belly blooms, filling in with a firmer, rounder shape. It had been big before but now it seemed like she was in her ninth month with one very large baby. Geoff gave one final twitch before falling still behind her, allowing the sweet post coital bliss to pull him down into the mattress. Jessica, fuzzy with her own contentment, couldn’t stop rubbing her own belly, her hand brushing up against Geoff’s.
“Thanks for the morning treat,” she said, pressing herself deeper into Geoff’s chest. “Best way to wake up on a Saturday.”
Geoff simply held her, enjoying her round belly, her back pressed into his sternum. A few minutes passed of contented bliss, Geoff still inside Jessica and Jessica wrapped in his arms. But he couldn’t stay forever so he slowly pulled away, popping out of her and leaving her with a slight tremble. Geoff quickly cleaned up, put on some pants, and went to the kitchen to cook them up some quick breakfast. It wasn’t anything fancy, bagels with cream cheese and a banana but food was important, Jessica always felt hungry after growing a new belly.
As he entered the room, she immediately tried to sit up, struggling against her new mass. He laughed, it was always adorable how clumsy she got with a pregnancy bump. She finally managed to sit upright and throw her weight against the backboard. He gave her a plate and sat beside her.
“Thanks, need this!” she said and immediately set about to devouring what was on the plate.
Geoff picked up his bagel in one hand and with the other rubbed Jessica’s new, perfectly round belly. “So you’re not mad? You have that in office meeting on Monday.”
She took another big bite of bagel and shrugged. “I’ll wear that really big coat that looks like I put on some weight, should be fine for a day.”
They both finished and Geoff got up to put their dishes in the sink. As he was stepping out the door, he couldn’t help but notice how lovingly Jessica was cradling her belly as she absent-mindedly scrolled through her phone. He got to the kitchen and placed the dishes in the sink and as he turned around, he had a devilish idea. Just before he stepped into the bedroom, he stripped down, leaving his clothes in the hall and walking in completely naked. He walked across to the chair they had next to the dresser, sat down, and with one look at Jessica he was completely erect.
Jessica seemed too engrossed to notice. “Hey, since you got me pretty big this time, I was hoping we could go maternity shopping. Maybe get something—” she stopped talking and looked up. “What're you…” But in that instant, she put the pieces together and her eyes went wide. “No! Don’t!”
Geoff grabbed his cock and began furiously pleasuring himself. The interesting thing about the curse was the ambiguous nature of its wording. If Geoff derived pleasure from a woman, she would grow pregnant. He discovered back in college, when he lived adjacent a very attractive radiology nurse, that if he thought about a woman while he pleasured himself and she was close by, the curse would take effect.
As he looked over Jessica’s ravishing body and furiously stroked, he saw an immediate pulse of growth push her belly out against her hands. She gasped and pressed her palms against her stomach. Her belly was already large, too heavy and unwieldy for her to quickly get up and stop him. But she did try, pushing herself up from the mattress just a bit. Geoff quickened his pace and her belly sprang forward another inch, causing her arms to tremble before she fell back in bed.
“Uhg!” she grunted as she went back to holding her belly. “I’m so big!” she said, her tone one of distress but Geoff noticed her bite her lip at the end.
He slowed his strokes so he could enjoy her growth, she wouldn’t fight it anymore. In fact, as her belly grew in size, he saw her arching her back, rubbing her thighs together, and pursing her lips as she grunted and moaned. She closed her eyes and took a sharp breath as she slid her hands around the bottom of her bump.
“No, I’m so big!” she pleaded, opening her eyes wide to beg with her beautiful chestnut irises. “I can’t hide this belly!”
“I don’t want you to hide it,” he said with a wicked grin. “I want you so big you can’t even wear clothes over it.”
She closed her eyes as she grunted and moaned, her hands alternating between scooping around her massively growing bump and dipping down to her pussy to give slight strokes. It was clear, she may have resisted this but she obviously enjoys it. But by now she was getting exceptionally large. Her grunts were more strained as her belly forced her legs apart, her breasts now resting atop her massive dome. She became so large, her fingers could no longer graze the tips of her lips; her chest heaved and a she let loose a high pitched whine as her body felt the need for satisfaction she could no longer provide.
Geoff could see her belly slowly plumping, pressing up further and further and even though he’d climaxed only a short time ago, he was already getting close. Every inch of growth, Jessica would squirm and grunt as she struggled with her size. Her belly was getting so large, her usual dark skin tone was gradually replaced with a coppery glow as the skin of her belly stretched to accommodate her new incredible girth. She was just so impossibly large and he had to admit there was something exceptionally erotic about her fruitless struggle against her swelling bump. Her hands desperately rubbed the sides of her tummy as it pressed out further and further.
“I think I’m gonna—” Geoff says before the overwhelming pleasure cuts him off.
Jessica’s eyes flew open. “No! Don’t come, please,” she begged, her hands already struggling to reach around her massive globe. She gave two hissing breaths, panting between clenched teeth. “I’m gonna pop!”
He felt himself cross the line, his cup filled over the brim. “Too late,” he said as he staggered to his feet.
There’s just a few moments as he feels his pleasure crescendo. He gets to the side of the bed, finishes his last stroke as his cock begins to twitch. Rope after rope of cum shoots from his cock, spattering Jessica’s immense tummy as it quivers, the coming growth spurt rumbling just beneath the surface. The cum dashes over her heaving breasts and clings to her drum tight belly just as the force beneath surges forward. Her growth is so forceful, Jessica physically tries to hold back her own belly with her two hands, her fingers sliding across the surface as she lets loose a screaming moan. It’s hard to be certain but the massive growth itself may have given her climax; it sure seems that way as she takes deep, heaving gulps of air.
Geoff stands there for a moment, unable to keep the smile from his face. Jessica is just so massive. And though she is still whimpering and moaning, she can’t keep her hands off of herself. Geoff can’t blame her, she’s so big and beautiful and he wants to keep her like this always.
Won't you let me labor in your lap, moaning with the amount of pressure building with each contraction. Your hands running firmly over my overfilled bump. Won't you tell me not to push, that your buns need a little more time in the oven.
i have this fantasy that i wish pregnancy lasted years. like i know i will want a kid five years down the line but i want to get pregnant right now. i want the test to show up positive tomorrow and then i’ll spend a few years preparing for a family while I’m still cute and small and can get around well. then i get show off my big belly for another year or two and have plenty of time to bond with my baby while they’re still in my womb. years worth of outfits and pictures with a third trimester belly. getting special care and attention from friends and family because i’ve been pregnant so long. and then when the baby finally comes, i’ll know i’m ready to be their parent because i spent so long growing them and waiting to meet them.
You, struggling to even keep pacing the room you’re so pregnant. Hips hurting. Tits painfully engorged and weeping hot milk. Kettle drum of a belly, so heavily swollen it’s stretch marked and red. The weight of the baby pressing down on your core, the head low and in your pelvis. All the pressure bearing down on your poor swollen vagina…. Which is hot and swampy wet as your body prepares to mercifully birth this burden. So drippy and wet you almost feel like the baby could just drop out, while at the same time it feels like he’ll never come. Your whole being swollen and sore, tender to the slightest touch. Hormones rampant while you go from feeling like a fertility goddess to a beached whale. From beautiful and glowing to fat with child… that’s what I mean when I whisper in your ear how I want to make you a mommy…
to swell unexpectedly. to have my belly round out slowly enough to not be noticed in the hours i spend working, travelling, keeping busy… to finally have a chance to sit down and notice that all my balance has tipped forward. to sit on my bed, legs spread and back arched— arching, actually— since noticing the swell has made it faster.
my hand traces the stretching skin and i whine at the sensitivity. my skin reddens and blossoms with fresh stretch marks. my belly button pushes and pushes and pushes out until— it pops. innie to outie. the sensation makes me moan but my focus drops to my hips widening out to support the swell, ass filling out to protect the swell, thighs rubbing together to bear the new weight.
it hurts so good. i can’t tell how much more i’ve changed. i can’t see over my belly, and i can’t reach around it. i can’t touch myself and douse the heat that’s making my pussy throb.
i’m forced backwards. as my back touches my mattress, my legs tremble and i feel myself leak between my thighs, making a mess. i want to cum. i want to get even bigger. i want more and more and more.
It is so incredibly attractive when a man yearns to be a father.
When there’s days of the week where he looks at you and all he can think about is making that empty tummy full of life.
When in his wedding vows he mentions “our future children” like he knows he’s going to practice putting them in you during the honeymoon.
When he scoops up a child in his arms and catches you staring a bit too long. So he smirks and says “You think we could handle a few of these?”
When you’re finally pregnant, and all he does is dote on you. Buying every pregnancy prep book, giving you his old stuffed animal or blankie for the new baby, running out to get you that McDonald’s apple pie you’re craving at 1am.
When he slowly drags his fingers across your belly, counting the deep red stretch marks starting to form to accommodate the stretch of the little human(s) he put in you. And he just stares in awe, because how you’re so perfect and how your body is just a miracle is beyond him.
It’s going to make you want to ask for his babies every year.
getting turned into a vampire at 9 months pregnant and becoming perma preg but your sire loves it and dotes on you 😍
Cradle of the Night
Pairing: Gender-neutral carrier ("You")/non-gendered vampire
Theme(s): Permanent pregnancy, potential body horror (due to never-ending pregnancy), vampires, monstrous lover, pregnant fluff, pampering
Word count: 386
You wake each night heavy with a weight that will never lessen. The child inside you stirs, as eternal as you are, tucked safe and still beneath your heart. Your sire calls this eternal pregnancy of yours a blessing, an unexpected side effect of your turning, and never fails to revere you like you’re some sort of deity.
“You are perfection incarnate,” they whisper, brushing cold fingers across your distended belly as though tracing the lines of a sacred text. You almost believe them.
The city outside is a cacophony of humanity, neon, and the sound and stink of engines, but in the dim apartment that makes up your nest, everything is quiet and peaceful. Your sire brings you fresh blood every night so you don’t have to hunt, keeping you ensconced in soft blankets though you don’t feel the chill. They kneel beside you and speak to the child as if it’s theirs, as if it hears their words, their laughter, their silly stories.
“My darling,” they murmur to your belly, “your parent carries you so beautifully. I will make certain that neither of you ever knows fear, or pain, or hunger. Only love.”
They kiss your skin reverently, as though every inch of you is sacred. When they rise to depart for their evening responsibilities, they smooth your hair back with careful claws, coax you to rest against an ever-growing mound of pillows, and make sure you want for nothing, despite your feeble protests.
“You deserve every comfort I can possibly provide,” they insist. “Both of you do.”
Sometimes they read aloud to you, regaling you with fairy tales, poems, and the contents of books they’ve stumbled on during their nighttime wanderings. Other nights, they hum unfamiliar lullabies from centuries long past. You catch their gaze lingering on you, hungry not for your blood but for the sight of you as you are—a newly-turned vampire, your belly forever swollen, and utterly radiant in their blood-red eyes.
And you? You feel adored. Cherished. You don’t know if this is what eternity was meant to be, but it’s what you have: your sire’s arms around you, their voice in your ear, their endless tenderness for both you and the never-changing child still cradled in your womb.
Every night begins the same. Every night, you are loved.
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