All I can think about is getting absolutely railed and hearing "I'm gonna fuck a baby in you" "I'm gonna get your pregnant" "I'm gonna make you swell right up with our cute little babies" and lord is it hot in here??

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All I can think about is getting absolutely railed and hearing "I'm gonna fuck a baby in you" "I'm gonna get your pregnant" "I'm gonna make you swell right up with our cute little babies" and lord is it hot in here??
thinking about all the ways u can talk dirty to a pregnant partner before they start to show,,,,,,
“oh, look at you, sweetheart. if i didn’t already know you were knocked up i could figure it out just from looking at your puffy pregnant cunt.”
“soon you’ll be so big that everyone can see what i did to you, but for right now it’s just between us. so good for me, carrying our little secret.”
“you’re already glowing, look how flushed you are.”
“poor thing, are your tits already getting sensitive this early on? i can only imagine how much worse it’s going to get.”
“that’s right, baby, take the cock that knocked you up. take the cock you got yourself good and pregnant on.”
“god your pussy feels even better now that i’ve claimed your womb. it’s like your body knows it’s all mine.”
“of course i’ll finish inside you. not like you can get any more pregnant than you already are.”
“you want my cum sweetheart? go on. ask for it. tell me you wanna be filled with the cum that bred you.”
Breed the Wench
Elisa loved working at the Renaissance Faire. She’d always been a big fan of them as a kid and when she’d gotten old enough, she’d picked up leather crafting and found she had rather a knack for it. She’d gotten good enough that she could open her own booth and more of less ran off with her version of the circus when she was old enough.
But another aspect of getting older meant she’d also gone through puberty and her hormones had flooded her something fierce. There was never a lack of partners, whether male or female, to help satisfy her lust. From noble kings to lusty knights and serving wenches, Elisa never had a shortage of willing participants.
It was when she joined one of the larger faires that she came into contact with a “brothel”. For the most part, during the day they acted the part of lusty maids, making lascivious jokes at the passing attendees and making suggestions of illicit activities at the jousts and feasts. Every so often a new “whore” would be bold enough to bring back a willing patron and give him a blowjob during the day, but it never went further than that.
At least, during the day.
At night, however, was a different story. The brothel always set up at the back of the grounds so that they could open up a second entrance, where they could bring in paying clients to partake of the whores and their services. They had both male, female, and other entertainers to take care of all tastes and while there were a variety of services offered, the brothel owners made sure that nothing ever got out of hand. They were particular about keeping their stock safe.
Elisa had never been a patron. But the thought of being part of the entertainment thrill her, though she still wanted to keep her booth. So she struck up a deal with the owners, that she would be an occasional prostitute that patrons could ask for when she felt like it. Most of the proceeds went back to them which made them happy while Elisa could get fucked to her heart’s content, which made her happy.
It was a good system. That was, until Elisa could feel her biological clock really start to tick. She’d been traveling with ren faires for well over ten years, meaning she was into her thirties. Many of the other travelers either had families or partners or were content to be single. Well that was fine with her, but she was feeling the itch of motherhood and it needed to be scratched.
Which was how she came up with the idea of “Breed the Wench.” She brought essentially this to the owners: Around the time she was ovulating, they would hold a special event for any patron, both performer and not to come in, pay a fee, and basically fuck the wench until they came deep in her pussy. This would continue until she got pregnant and then she would focus on having a healthy baby.
They were at first reluctant, since it seemed there would be a lot of legal paperwork involved. But with the help of a lawyer friend, Elisa was able to come up with a simple piece of paper each man would sign that would absolve him of any responsibility to the child. His only obligation was that he had to cum inside the wench and not spend outside. This seemed to settle their fears and they began setting up the details.
Elisa wrung her hands in both anticipation and nerves. The owners had been quietly hyping up this event for the past month, even since her last ovulation cycle. She needed to get off her birth control and go through at least one normal period to make sure her body was more or less back to regular working order.
“You feeling okay?” Elisa looked up at Red, one of the regular working girls. She was dressed in a fine red robe and nothing else, but this didn’t seem to bother her. She nodded.
“Yeah. Just a little nervous and a lot excited,” she said and Red chuckled. She swooped in for a quick hug and a peck on the cheek.
“Well, if you feel like back out at any point or don’t feel safe, Don will be there, okay?” Elisa nodded again, remembering the big hulking bodyguard who was there to protect the girls.
A knock at the door, and “Are you ready?” signaled to Elisa that it was about to begin.
“Yes,” she said and divested herself of her robes. Red helped strap her into a harness that blocked the view for both patron and participant. Only her legs, ass, pussy and hips could be seen by the men entering which was perfectly fine for Elisa. She just wanted a good fucking and impregnation.
“Good luck,” Red whispered to her before the door clicked closed behind her. It was a few moments before the door opened again and she heard several footsteps enter.
“Remember, you cum inside her. That’s the deal,” Don said. There was shuffling beyond the wall before a cold finger ran itself over her lips, making her jump a little.
“Sorry,” the man chuckled as he inserted two digits into her, gently finger fucking her.
“Oooohhhh,” she moaned low. While she was already horny from the flood of hormones, she was glad that at least one guy was making sure she was turned on before fucking her. Of course, she figured it wouldn’t matter much after a while with all the cum that would pool inside her.
He finger fucked her for a little while longer before he replaced them with the blunt head of his cock. It rubbed up and down her slit a few times before pushing past her lips.
“Hhhhmmmmm,” she hummed approvingly. She was pleased when she felt the brush of pubes againes her ass, meaning he was deep inside her. His cock just kissed the entrance to her womb and his girth stretched her nicely.
“God you feel so good,” he moaned. She wiggled her ass and he hissed. He gripped her hips tight as he slowly pulled out before thrusting back inside. “So nice and warm on my cock,” he moaned. Elisa could only moan back in response. She loved sex, but something about the anonymity and the very real likelihood that she would be getting pregnant tonight turned her on even more. She thrust back a little, as much as the harness would allow. He smacked her ass, making her jump.
“Breed the Wench. Being able to cum deep in a sweet, sweet pussy and possibly knock-her up? How could a man resist?” he growled. His grip tightened and his thrusting picked up speed. Her toes curled in pleasure.
“Yes, oh yes! Cum deep inside! Spill your seed deep inside and get me pregnant!” she panted. He growled in response and started plowing her harder, his pubic bone hitting her hips with a lot of force. “Oh oh oh oh,” she panted as he fucked her.
“Here it comes sweetheart,” he growled and held himself deep as his cock pulsed. She felt the warmth of his seed sitting low in her belly and purred in contentment. While she had not come, she was still getting her desires filled. She focused on each pump of his cock as it emptied itself deep into her womb.
Finally he sighed and pulled free, making Elisa feel empty. He patted her bottom.
“Thanks sweetheart. I needed that,” he said, and she heard the door open and shut. A few minutes later, it opened again, the patron squeaking when he saw Don.
“Uh, I’m sorry, am I interrupting-“
“No. If you want to breed the wench, then go ahead. I’m just here to make sure nothing gets too out of hand. If you have a problem with that then leave, but you won’t be getting your money back,” Don said.
She didn’t hear the door open, but rather the rustling of cloth and then the sound of flesh on flesh, though he hadn’t touched her. For a few minutes she waited.
“This would be easier if you weren’t here,” the patron grumbled.
“I’m not watching,” Don replied. Finally, she felt the head of a cock against her slit before it speared her. She jumped at the sudden invasion.
“Oh god,” the man groaned. He didn’t wait long, instead pounding in and out of her pussy like a man with a time limit. His nails dug into her skin, but she actually liked the bite of pain.
“Yeah, pound my pussy! Fuck me full of cum,” she said. His cock wasn’t as thick but it was long, and pushed up against the mouth of her womb as he fucked her.
“Gonna stuff your pussy full of my cum,” he grunted. Elisa rolled her eyes but moaned. Just because he was cheesy didn’t mean he wasn’t giving her a good pounding.
“OH, oh god,” he stuttered and his hands pulled her flush with his hips. She felt the pulsing as his dick poured more cum to mix with the other load. She hummed again in satisfaction.
“Uh, thank you,” he said, quickly pulling out and the door opened and closed shortly after. It wasn’t long before another man came in and was fucking her with vigor, mostly grunting as his dick pistoned in and out of her. He was also much rougher, really slamming into her with each thrust.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” he grunted. Elisa actually had to grip the lounge she was on to keep from sliding off.
“Ohhhhh shiiiitt,” he managed as his cock began adding to the semen already pooling deep in her womb. She enjoyed the feeling of their cocks pumping their loads into her pussy, exciting her all the more.
After he left, she assumed he’d quickly follow, but then jumped when a pair of fingers swirled over her clit.
“What-“
“Easy miss. The heads in charge asked me to do this. Make sure you had as much of a chance at getting pregnant as possible,” Don said and Elisa moaned when his tongue dragged over her lips.
“Hhhhaaaaaa,” she moaned as he worked her bud and licked her pussy towards completion. “You-do you mind?” she asked. She never figured he’d be into the taste of other men.
“I don’t mind. I’m bisexual so this isn’t new to me. Also,” he said, thrusting his fingers into her cunt real quick, making her squeal. “I plan on taking my turn at the end of all of this. I like the idea of possible fucking my baby into you,” he grumbled. Elisa shivered and panted as he kept eating her out.
“Oh, oh fuck,” she moaned. “Oh, Don, I’m…” She didn’t get to finish as she fell over the edge, her pussy undulating and spasming as she orgasmed. She could almost feel the semen getting sucked deeper, pushing all that sperm towards her vulnerable egg.
She smiled when he stopped licking her and the door again opened.
Six Months Later:
Elisa was finding it harder and harder to work on her leather crafts with a big belly encumbering her. But she didn’t mind it. It only meant she had to find other ways to work around her pregnancy.
Not to mention, she was perfectly happy with her second source of income.
She smiled and rubbed her growing belly as her client fucked her from behind. Turns out a lot of men loved the idea of fucking a pregnant woman. It wasn’t like she couldn’t get more pregnant and besides, many fantasized that it was her baby she was having.
She grinned up at Don, who grinned down at her. She very much remembered when he’d taken his turn that night, the last and also the largest. He’d fucked her so hard he’d moved the table, his cum filling her to overflowing.
Of course, there would be no way to tell who had gotten her pregnant. That was half the fun of Breed the Wench.
Gina giggled as we kissed. My fingers slipped in and out of her hot, wet slit and massaged the hard pink nub of her clit. She moaned and bucked her hips against my hand.
“Good, babe?” I said.
“Mmm, keep going and I’m going to need more than just your fingers.”
“Happy to oblige.” My lips curled upwards in a secretive smile. My cock was busting from my boxers, throbbing with anticipation and need. Gina had no idea what was about to happen. No idea what I’d been planning since the moment I set eyes on her. I was going to give her everything she wanted…
And more.
I’d met her at the gym a couple of weeks before. We’d gone out a few times. She trusted me to buy her drinks. She had no idea about the fertility hormones I’d added to her champagne.
She was utterly perfect for my purposes: long legs, taut abs, flared hips, a tight, perky ass. I kissed her plump, rose bud lips again and thrust my cock against her thigh.
I saw my face reflected in her wide brown eyes and ran my fingers through her blonde hair as she pulled me free of the my boxers and stroked my length. I moaned and smiled more as she scooped pre-cum from the swollen head of my prick and lapped it up with her bright red lips.
I glanced down at past her ample breasts, towards her perfect pink pussy lips covered with neatly trimmed blonde pubes. Blonde up top, blonde downstairs. Yes, perfect indeed.
With her legs spread and her hands holding her pussy wide open, I could see deep into her dark pink and red inners. I slid a finger in there again and surreptitiously inspected her juices. Clear like uncooked egg white, long and stringy. And that magic, fertile scent. Yes, she was ready to breed.
I nearly shot my load in her hand right then.
“I think I need this inside me,” she purred in a low, throaty voice. “I’ve got a condom in my…”
“No, it’s ok.” I reached behind my pillow and drew one out. “I’ve got one here.” I offered what I hoped was a sheepish grin. “You know, just in case.”
What she didn’t know was that these were special condoms; condoms lubed with a warm, stimulating oil designed to heat and dissolve as soon as they came in contact with fertile, hormone-laden pussy juice.
I let Gina undo the condom package and slide it onto my eight inch shaft.
Within minutes, I was balls deep in her cunt, alternatively sucking on her hard, erect nipples or sliding my finger into her ass. She groaned in ecstasy, wrapped her legs about me and clamped down on my cock like a bitch on heat.
Which she was. My bitch and she was on heat thanks to the hormones I’d been feeding her for the past week.
And tonight, I was going to breed her fertile womb.
The condom’s oil began to warm and dissolve, and Gina moaned again.
“That lube feels amazing, Tyler. It’s warm and slippery. It really turns me on.”
“Mmm, you feel amazing,” I said.
I pushed into her hard and bottomed out on her cervix. She gave a small ohh! of pain that soon morphed to pleasure. The head of my shaft bumped the opening of her womb again, pushing its hard nubby cervix just a little bit open. She responded, driving herself hard onto my cock.
The hormone laden oil softened the entrance of her womb, opening her cervix even more than her ovulation did. I’d done this before so I knew what feel, what to expect - and exactly when to shoot my hot seed into her waiting womb and breed her.
Without warning, her womb opened just a little more - ready for the gift it was about to receive. Gina arched her back and cried out in waves of ecstatic orgasm.
My balls were so tight and hot after having to hold off for so long, but now I let myself go and blew jet after hot jet of fertile sperm deep into her needy cunt, where it was devoured by her pulsing, orgasming womb.
She groaned and purred, thrusting her hips upwards to take as much of my hard shaft as she should get whilst, unsuspecting, her womb devoured every last drop of my cum.
We didn’t part after that orgasm.
Gina demanded another, this time riding my cock, cowgirl style as I fucked a second virile load of my hot seed into her fertile, ready womb.
When I pulled out, I detected only a slight trace of cum mingled with the lubricating oil and her rutting, ovulation juices. It was dark by then, and she never saw me take the condom off, never saw that it was nothing but a few flapping shreds of latex and a little ring about the base of my cock.
Afterwards, she lay back in my arms and crooned, running her fingers over my chest.
“That was incredible,” she said. “I’ve never cum like that with anyone on my first time before.”
“Mm,” I replied. I played with her pubes, wondering whether I could fuck a couple more loads of cum into her womb before the morning. I’d bred her. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget this.”
My cock twitched, and I decided I’d seed her again.
a breeder who’s protective over my belly before i’m pregnant …
always keeping a hand on my belly at home or in public. kissing and nuzzling into my belly at night, sleepily murmuring into my skin about how this is where their baby is going to sleep, live, and breathe. scolding me when i moan about needing to go on a diet because their baby needs a soft and plushy belly to cushion them. tutting under their breath and grimacing each time i press my belly into the counter to reach for something !!! >.<
Please, please, fuck me, hold me down and cum inside me. Tell me I'm going to bare your child, that you're gonna mark me as yours. That I'm going to be so big and round and everyone will know whose cock I ride. Cum inside me and hold your cock in. Tell me you're going to fuck me every night until I'm pregnant.
As you wish.
Something so deliriously intoxicating about the thought that whoever's fucking your cunt holds all the power in deciding whether they finish inside or not. You can make them promise and swear to pull out and beg and beg and beg them to pull out, but at the end of the day you're the one with your pussy impaled on their cock, they hold all the power on deciding whether to pump your pussy full of cum. You're nothing but a warm, helpless hole to them.
tw cnc, breeding/pregnancy
forced impregnation is so good. i'm going to put a baby inside of you. gonna put MY baby inside you. and there are so many ways i could go about it... I could slip my cock inside you while you're sleeping; cum deep in your pussy so when you wake, you'll find your fertile hole filled. i could tie you up, legs spread as wide as they go and hips raised in the perfect position to grind the tip of my cock deep into your cervix, really massage as much cum as possible into your womb. I could even treat you like livestock - test your ovulation cycle and at the opportune moment, restrain you and inseminate you directly with a sterile syringe. or I suppose I could try them all until you show a positive test.
i'll keep you so well taken care of throughout your pregnancy, of course. spoil you, make sure you get the best nutrition and satisfy *all* your cravings. make sure you exercise properly. all so my baby grows healthy within the womb i've claimed for them. i'm a very good father, after all.
oh, but don't think just because you're pregnant you stop being my property. of course i'm still going to use your holes however and whenever I want. I'll even be nice and help you stretch your cunt out so you don't tear during birth. your body is going to grow and nourish my child and there's nothing you can do about it.
Let's play insemination roulette! First you tie me down with my legs spread and my little pussy on display. Then you shove a huge dildo inside of me, stretching me right out, pushed all the way in so the tip kisses my cervix. The dildo is connected to a silly little machine with a nice big button. When you hit the button, there's a chance nothing happens! But there's also a chance that one the several men's semen stored up in there is shot right through the dildo and directly into my ovulating womb. Oh, and those men are all strangers, of course, so I have no idea who's virile cum is knocking me up.
It's okay though! You'll only press the button when I cum! So as long as I don't want to be impregnated, it should be fine, right? I wouldn't cum from something I didn't like, would I? Even with a vibrator pressed to my twitchy sensitive little clit. So it'll be fine if you just leave me there for an hour...
Wouldn't that be a fun experience? My pussy gushing and drooling over the thick dildo, trying so hard not to cum. As long I don't cum, it's fine. Just don't cum. You'd get to see my cute little focused expression and distressed moans as the vibrator makes my cunt clench, fluttering around the girth. My cervix suckling on the end of the dildo, perfectly ready to receive a flood of unknown sperm.
Well, of course I wouldn't be able to help it. The terror and arousal I'd feel when I cum, whole body spasming and hungry pussy squirting around the phallus filling me. I close my eyes in fear of the hot cum seconds from breeding me, surging into my fertile womb... But it doesn't come.
Phew... Luck was on my side this time.
The vibrator buzzes relentlessly and my pussy throbs. How much longer left?
Too long. Seems this will be repeating for some time... It's just a matter of chance which comes first - getting knocked up, or losing my mind.
Imagine raping me to calm me down? I’m crying and panicking about something and you pin me down with your weight and slide your dick inside me?
“Shhhh, shhh, that’s it…come on baby, I know you can take it. Breathe now. You can take this dick, can’t you baby. Yeah, I know you can.” Gently whispering in my ear while you push your raw dick all the way into my pussy.
“Just breathe. Focus on that dick inside you, it’s big isn’t it? Breathe nice and slow, focus on your pussy” as you reach down to rub my clit. “Oh yeah, you like that don’t you baby? That’s it, nice deep long breaths, just like I’m fucking you long and deep.” Holding me tight while you rape my pussy steadily. “Shhhh, don’t cry, don’t cry anymore, just take this dick, you’re taking it so good aren’t you, you can take it baby girl.”
knock! me! up!
growling in my ear about how big i’m gonna get with your babies inside me. how my tits are gonna balloon up and i’m gonna leak milk like a cow. how ill be stuck in bed, too big to move, dependent on you to take care of me and especially to take care of my hormone-driven sex drive, unable to reach my own need around my own swelling belly.
fuck a baby or five into me. it’s what i’m for.
Omfg. Yes PLEASEEEEE
I need it Daddy 🥺
the idea of being forcedly bred will always make me soooo horny. just the thought of someone pining me down and thrusting deep into me to empty his hot cum into my womb with my legs spread wide receiving his load unable to hide that i like it it gets me so wet and sensitive
i love the idea of getting fucked awake. just waking up to a thick cock sliding in and out of me while i’m all drowsy and only able to focus on the pleasure of being filled,, being held face down, legs forced apart and just made to take whatever is given to me while you whisper things in my ear like “such a good little girl for me all the time” and i’m just whining, delirious with pleasure
rapist who doesn't even have a breeding kink but once they realize how terrified I am of getting pregnant start taunting me about it. acting like they're considering pulling out. saying they will if I beg well enough. saying they'll cum on my face before slamming all the way in and counting the spurts
I want the rough breeding type sex that can only be described as 'mounting' or 'mating'. Nothing but sheer instinctual animalistic desire coursing through our veins. Be so blinded by your need to fill me up that we don't care if we're not using protection, I NEED to be filled with your seed.
I want to put your fertile womb to work.
I want to bury my engorged, aching cock so deep inside you it hurts.
I want you to feel my powerful shaft swelling and twitching violently as I empty myself into you.
I want you to feel my warm, potent seed pooling inside you, i want you to think about my one persistent sperm finding your egg.
I want to watch your beautiful belly swell every day.
I want to see my baby move inside you.
I want to watch you push with everything you have, desperation only emotion.
I want to watch my baby slide out of you, then see the look of relief and joy and pride on your face as I place him in your arms.
Inside Me
I could feel him inside me.
I didn’t know who had put me in this position. Who had forced me to the ground, lifted my skirt, and cut off my underwear. I was looking right into my attackers face, and I didn’t recognize him. Nobody I knew, nobody I could identify.
But I could feel the vile man. Every centimeter of his manhood, filling my feminine tunnel. Stretching me, opening me as I kicked and screamed and sobbed.
What could I do? There had to be something, something I didn’t see, something I didn’t understand. My arms pinned, my legs held open by my attacker’s body, the very act of his violation preventing me from stopping it.
I squirmed and writhed, trying to push him out by bearing down, even as I felt the horrid man’s penis starting to throb and pulse. His sap was rising, seed preparing to fire into my body. I felt so helpless, so vulnerable, I screamed at the top of my lungs for help, calling out what was happening.
I felt him shiver as I cried out that I was being raped. The words seemed to trigger my attacker, like he had been wanting to hear it, longing to hear my voice admit exactly what was happening. Letting out a moan of pure, unmistakable ecstasy, the man forcing himself inside my privates bottomed out, driving himself all the way to the hilt. I could feel the tip of my rapist’s member pressing firmly against my cervix.
Then, warm, sticky heat thudded against the entrance to my womb as I shrieked out a terrified denial. This couldn’t be real, couldn’t be happening, I wasn’t full of cum, there wasn’t a second jet of it spurting deep inside me, it COULDN’T BE REAL!
It was. A third time, then a fourth, at last losing steam. The fifth pulse of cum was more a lazy trickle. I lay back, defeated. His seed was in me. This random person had just flooded my belly with cum. Billions of sperm, so much potential life, swimming inside me, looking for an egg to fertilize. Trying to make me pregnant.
Oh god. I could get PREGNANT from this. This could make an actual baby start growing INSIDE my body. I could have this man’s child, I would have no say in the matter. This assault, this rape, could make me into a mother.
I pleaded with anything and anyone that would listen, as he withdrew with a sickening slurping sound. Please, don’t let this impregnate me. Please please please don’t let a rape-baby take root in my womb. Don’t let me be sweating and screaming and crying nine months from now, legs open wide, this monster’s child opening me, hurting me, violating me all over again without even being near me. He wouldn’t need to be, a part of my rapist would have been growing INSIDE MY BODY for the last nine months, forcing me to change and adapt and grow for him.
It was being decided, here and now, there was no time to stop it, to prevent it. More of my cruel attacker’s cum seeped into my unprotected, vulnerable womb every second. Worse, I could feel my body urging it in. Deep inside, I could feel my vagina twitching and pulsing, pulling my attacker’s warm, thick seed deeper inside, trying to keep a single drop from escaping. I could feel the entrance of my womb lazily throbbing, opening slightly wider, helping sperm enter my deepest point, assisting the one who just attacked me in creating a life as a result of his terrible deed.
I realized my body WANTED this. For all I was crying and begging and pleading with everything and nothing to do ANYTHING to me right now but make me carry that man’s child, my body WANTED to get pregnant, WANTED to swell and grow with a rape-baby. I could feel it working against me, thrilled at the change to enter motherhood, eager to conceive, even as a result of sexual assault.
I lay there sobbing for some time, my physical form betraying my mind, sickened by the sensations of my feminine form going about what it was created by nature to do. Finally, I managed to stagger to my feet, gathering what remained of my clothes, terrified at the prospect of what might be happening inside me.
What it turned out WAS happening inside me. My rapists seed had found my defenseless egg. As I was putting on was wasn’t disgusting or ruined, wiping away tears, semen was swarming around the fertile cell, wriggling against the walls, trying to penetrate me just as the one who had put them inside my belly had entered my own body without permission moments ago.
I was being fertilized as I made my way home. By the time I was fumbling in frustration with the knob, I had conceived. The head of a single sperm at last overwhelming my egg, sealing it, making life begin to form without my consent, without my wanting anything to do with it. That monster had raped his child into me, made life begin to grow inside me.
I was pregnant.
I WAS PREGNANT.
As I sank into a bath, feeling my muscles relax after the traumatic experience, I was totally unaware that one cell had already become two. Then four. Then eight. Life forming, dividing, growing inside my body. A person was forming in my uterus, and I had not been asked how I felt about it, had not been told that it was something that would happen. It didn’t matter. I was a girl, I have been born to endure this, and it didn’t matter if it was forced on me or not. At least, according to nature.
The cells had become a ball, a cluster of forming life by the time I stepped out, started drying myself off, hoping I was wiping away the dirty feeling, any evidence of the fact that someone had stolen my virginity, FORCED themselves INSIDE my body would be all gone, washing down the drain. I didn’t even think that my rape baby might be nestling into my uterine lining, my body sending me a small shiver of endorphins as reward for doing my duty as a fertile female, conceiving a child.
When I had woken up that morning, I was a normal person. Full of hopes, dreams, desires, aspirations. So much life ahead of me. By the time I laid down to sleep that night, none of it mattered. That person didn’t exist anymore. Instead, a mother-to-be laid down, an entire life forming inside her body, already attached to me.
It just kept growing. Getting bigger by the day, the hour, the minute, the SECOND. Birth was already inevitable. It was a timer, a countdown to going through the most intense, painful, overwhelming ordeal a woman can endure. And that timer had been forced on me, forced INSIDE MY BODY. I couldn’t get it out, didn’t even realize it was there.
I started getting morning sickness. Missed my period. But I tried to deny it, sure it was just late. Sure that I wasn’t already two out of forty weeks pregnant. Praying that childbirth wasn’t already an unavoidable part of my future.
But it was. I was a mother, my rapist’s child was developing quite happily inside me, and my body was just as delighted to be growing this life that I didn’t want.
I denied it for another month. Then another. I began to feel a fullness, a weird, tugging tightness as I neared my second trimester, deep in the core of my being. The baby was growing, starting to take up all the available room that my womb could provide without stretching. Fortunately for the offspring that had been forced into my belly against my will, my uterus was made to stretch.
A tiny bulge appeared. I tried to deny it, as I looked into my naked reflection, standing sideways and wiping away the wetness in my eyes once more. It was just a puny bump. Not around my belly, obviously not fat, but I denied it still. It was warmer than normal, firm to the touch. My womb hardening to protect my rape baby.
The bump grew as time dragged on. I tried to work out, exercise, loose my weight. It worked, my muscles became toned and defined, further emphasizing the growing bulge just above my groin. My pregnant belly. The proof that everyone could easily see that I have been violated, and that my rapist had left his baby growing inside me, proof that I was entering motherhood against my will.
Finally I gave in and took the test. It was positive. Of course it was positive. I’d known it would be for months now, ever since the morning sickness. Who am I kidding, I’d known it would be since I felt his throbbing cock spear my hymen. I knew as soon as my legs were forced opened and I realized that I couldn’t get away.
I was inconsolable. Worse was the way people treated me. My parents were sympathetic, but there was a simmering tone of disappointment. Like I’d ruined my life somehow, or like I had made a bad choice. Like their slutty little girl had slept around at a party, and gotten herself knocked up, and was just blaming it on the booze to call it rape. I got angry at their response, that they seemed more upset with me for not reporting it in spite of still just trying to recover, for not somehow predicting I would be sexually assaulted and using contraceptives perpetually.
When I said I wanted to get rid of it, they got mad. Said it wasn’t the baby’s fault, that it deserved a chance at life. They were more interested in protecting the child of my rapist than they were their own daughter.
It wasn’t the first time I realized something like this, either. The cops sneered at me for not reporting it sooner. Mocked me for crying as they did their invasive tests. And after all the anger and humiliation and shame, they basically hand-waved me from the office saying half-heartedly they’d try to find my boyfriend, before chuckling and correcting themselves. One of the bastards even said that I looked sexy with a baby belly on my way out.
My friends tried to be empathetic, but failed, for the most part. They were more interested in my condition, and even then in a spectator sense. When I declared there would be no baby shower, no way in the deepest darkest pit of hell I would ever keep this glorified cum stain growing inside me as a result of rape, they got huffy. Most of them stopped talking to me.
So I was left to go through the rest of my pregnancy mostly alone. The heartbeat law was in full effect, so by the time I realized I was pregnant, it was already far too late to do anything about it.
All I could do was watch myself change. See every tiny shift of myself from the dream-filled innocent of months ago into an increasingly fertile, swollen mommy. I entered my third trimester. I refused to waste money on maternity clothes, wouldn’t shell out for a new wardrobe just to accommodate a child that I had never asked for and didn’t want.
People stared as I walked passed, eyes resting with contempt or desire on the life-filled mound that hung from my formerly slim, attractive frame. It was obvious on me, arms and legs skinny and lightly toned even as my womb swelled with pregnancy.
Of course, work was awful as well. People kept asking me to do things that I used to be able to attend to without any issue, only to get irritated or angry as I struggled due to my new shape. Some of my co-workers stared at me in open desire, gazing at my fertile belly with lust simmering in their eyes. Others only offered contempt and disdain, assuming I was lying about the assault as so many others I thought I could trust did.
Of course my employers thought I was just being lazy, using pregnancy as an excuse to not keep working to their standards. I started getting reported for what roughly translated to “being pregnant”, but was always phrased as “decreased work efficiency”, “insubordination”, “excessive breaks”, things of that nature.
I was terrified of him seeing me, as my navel was pulled flat. If my attacker saw that his baby had taken root inside. That in his single terrible act, he had ruined my life for the next nine months. Had cursed me to give birth.
I thought about it once I gained an outie, getting close to being due. That I was going to have to get this baby out somehow. They wouldn’t perform a c-section unless I needed it. I hadn’t been going to the hospital this entire time, didn’t want doctors touching it, rubbing it, taking ultrasounds and talking like I hadn’t gotten pregnant as a result of a horrifying violation.
Not to mention, most stories I’d been told about hospital births involved uncaring doctors, being rough and violent, forcing legs back so far they almost popped out of joint, slicing their slit open without warning or permission. Like being violated all over again, your requests being ignored or worse answered with threats of jail or violence, people shoving things inside, having to just lay there, trying to deliver, while anyone does whatever they want to you.
I couldn’t do it. I decided I’d just deal with it when it came.
Meanwhile, there were kicks and movement from inside. My breasts swelled and began to leak. I was full and sore and swollen and heavy and fertile. Like some goddess of life, and I hated every moment of it. But I was scared of the climax of all this gestation even more.
It didn’t matter if I was scared. No more than it mattered when my rapist forced himself inside me, and left this horrible piece of himself behind, growing and changing me and taking over my body.
My maternity leave began, but as I left it was made pretty abundantly clear that my performance lately meant that I would likely have been replaced by the time I returned. It’s illegal to fire someone while they’re on maternity leave, of course, but most companies do it anyway. They just wait until you get back to do it, so they’re not technically firing you because you had to take time off to push a child out of your body, they just found someone “more available”.
Time seemed to go too fast, yet slow to a crawl. There was so much space to fill, alone, with nothing but this baby that had been forced into my body as I fought and screamed. I knew I would be laid off when I got back to work, knew my friends who hadn’t left me would soon, knew my family had written me off as a failure, all because of something I couldn’t control. Something someone else had done to me.
I asked myself how childbirth could possibly be worse that just bearing this child had been. Of course, reality would answer that question soon enough.
I woke up to contractions beginning. I’d been having Braxton Hicks for a few days, but these felt different. Sharper, stronger, more persistent. Still, labor usually took hours if not day, from what I had gathered. And knowing how much I had already come to loathe this child, I assumed this delivery would be a long, slow, multi-day long process. I knew I had to go to the store, materials for delivery I had been neglecting to gather, so I left the house to acquire them.
I should have known better.
I was sitting on the bus, making slow, steady progress to the store, as my labor ramped up in intensity. I was near the back, huddled in one of the seats, biting my lip and holding my life-filled midriff as the pressure intensified. I could feel the head of my attacker’s child, ready to be born, eager to torture its way out of me the same way its father tortured it into me.
This who thing had been a nightmarish experience, my body being hijacked to create a new person against my will. What was this new hell in comparison to the last nine months? I just rocked back and forth, staying silent as I began to dilate, no idea how close to delivery I was.
The bus began to slow down. Traffic was picking up, it was nearing rush hour. It was fine, I didn’t have anywhere to be. But there was nothing to distract me from the mounting pain of my cramps, the awful feeling of my rape baby shoving hard against the opening of my wound.
It was the pressure, really. I couldn’t bear it, it just got worse and worse. It was like my body didn’t want to open, my unasked for offspring was just going to force itself through. Before I knew it, I was leaning heavily on the seat in front of me, panting and gritting my teeth with each terrible squeeze inside me.
I felt like I was going to go crazy. Everything was just stretching and pushing and pulling and so much PRESSURE! It consumed everything as traffic stopped moving, I couldn’t even think of the people around me, my whole world focused down low, deep inside where my cervix was being pried open.
And then… there was a pop that I felt more than heard, and that horrible feeling lessened, forcing a low moan of relief to slip from my lips. I began to tear up as I felt wetness rushing down my vagina, knowing what was coming.
Wetness seeped into my panties, soaking through the fabric and splashing against my jeans, forming a dark wet spot between my legs. Amniotic fluid ran down my thighs and legs, forming dark streaks in the cloth as a small puddle formed near my crotch. The air around me began to stink of some warped form of sex. It smelled of feminine nature, of what was unavoidable from the moment my rapist’s seed flooded my womb. Of birth.
I shuddered as the next contraction gripped me, biting my lip harder and feeling the urge to push. I resisted, letting out a near-silent whimper as I felt my cervix opening even without my help, my child starting to enter my birth canal.
I refused to give in to my physical needs for the better part of an hour. Slowly, SO slowly, the opening of my uterus parted, pressure spiking, coupled with the sensation of my vagina opening and squeezing deep inside. Then less deep, as it inched forward. The power of my contractions was overwhelming, tears leaking from my eyes as I fought to stay silent, to not push.
The head was half way down before I knew it. Then, as we neared the half way point to my stop, the cars around us practically unmoving, I felt my rapist’s baby nearing the exit of my body. Another contraction, and I felt my groin starting to bulge, tightness and more awful pressure making me tremble, forcing out a choked sob as I fought my need to deliver.
I could feel the damp softness of my underwear, brushing over my labia as my sensitive womanhood was forced to press forward, the head resting just behind it. The cloth bulged as well, though it wasn’t visible through my jeans yet. Another labor pain, and I gripped the seat so hard my knuckles turned white, barely able to breathe as my unwanted newborn began to emerge.
I could feel my lips parting around the head. Opening because of pressure from within. But still, I wouldn’t push. It was like giving in to the desires of my attacker. It hurt so much, was so awful, and he wasn’t even here. Just left his seed to grow for nine months, tormenting me the entire time, only to violate me all over again as I blessed him with a child against my will. Humiliating me and hurting me with something inside me, just as he had during the initial attack.
It was too much.
Braking down, letting out a cry of pain, I at last gave in with the next contraction. I started to push, and was rewarded with even more pain. I started to crown, my rape baby opening me wide, my gender starting to burn as the ring of fire roared to life between my legs, nerves screaming at my formerly virgin sex being abused for a second time.
It was even worse with the second push. As I bore down, I began to open wider than I had ever done before, my legs quivering and making me throw my head back, screaming as everyone looked at me, some people getting up to make sure they were ok.
They were going to see me, see my rapist’s baby being pushed out into my underwear on a bus. Some would think it was sexy, some would think it was pathetic, but everyone would know that it was what I was made for. Women have babies, it’s just what they do, whether they want them or not, even if it ruins their entire lives, even if they did everything right and someone else decided that their offspring was going to grow inside a woman, willingly or otherwise.
There was nothing I could do. Couldn’t go back, couldn’t change it, couldn’t stop it. All I could do was give in utterly, try to get childbirth over with as quickly as humanly possible.
People stared as I bore down with all my might, shrieking as the head spread my womanhood, slipping out from between my legs, making a visible bulge in my pants. I could feel it, slimy and dripping between my thighs. A baby. A little human being that was half me and half my rapist.
More pain, more pushing. I put my hands on my knees, toes curling in my shoes as I struggled to give birth. MY clothes were fighting me, panties pressing against the head, jeans refusing to tent out much more than they already were. I slid a trembling hand under my pants. I felt the head, felt where it lead back into my body. It was INSIDE me, I didn’t want it there, wanted it to go away and stop hurting me. It was wet and slimy and covered in foul-smelling gunk, I didn’t want to give birth to this!
I bore down once more, and now I was stretching my clothes further with my hand, as I came to a full crown, my baby on the verge of being born. Everything was so tight, so much pressure, so painful. It was shameful, humiliating, overwhelming. Everything was going too fast, I couldn’t focus.
All I could do was push.
All I could do was give the man who raped me his baby.
I began to cry as the head slid forward in a hot, wet gush of fluid and motion. The shoulder were still inside, but the head was dangling out of me, a massive bulge between my legs that everyone could see. Even the bus driver had come back to watch me deliver the child that I didn’t want, that had been forced into my belly.
I was sure the shoulders would tear me, but by some miracle, they didn’t. I bore down once. Then twice. Then a third time, and was rewarded for being a good mother and helping my baby be born by the horrifying sensation of the body emerging in a surge of heat, movement, and sensation, fluids pouring from between my legs, leaving me sitting in a massive puddle of birthing juices.
It took more than an hour for an ambulance to reach the bus, where they found me refusing to pull my baby from my clothing, not wanting to see it. They were a Christian hospital, so they told me its gender, a boy, just like its father. Probably would do the same thing to some other poor woman, force her to lose everything in the name of making life for him.
They tried to lecture me on why it wasn’t the baby’s fault, why I should keep my rapist’s son, why every life deserved a chance, conveniently ignoring that my life apparently deserved none of those chances. When I still refused, they threatened to call the cops on me for child abandonment. I informed the hospital staff bluntly that the cops didn’t care when I was forced to gestate the horrible thing, why the hell would they care now?
They backed off.
I went home. I was right, my family was disgusted I’d refused to take my son home, none of my friends could relate, got super awkward when we met up, and eventually just stopped trying. I was alone, jobless, feeling used and betrayed.
Apparently he knew, though. And two months later, my body recovered and ready to start having babies again, I found myself pinned once more. He admitted that he was amazed that I had conceived, that I had done something for him so amazing, so beautiful, that he just couldn’t help but bless me with his offspring again. That I never had to worry about being alone, he would breed me every time I was ready. I never would have another period again.
I couldn’t stop him, any more than I could last time. As I felt once more the feeling of sticky, warm cum thudding dully against my cervix, I knew there was no escape. I was going to get pregnant. I was going to give birth. And he would find me again as soon as I was able to be impregnated once more.
He would always be inside me.
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