There was a small subset of the population maybe only .001% that were dubbed as breeders. There was nothing particularly different about them except their capacity to, well, breed. They say the breeders who could become pregnant could release multiple eggs during a cycle, easily becoming pregnant with multiples with the tiniest amount of sperm. They say they reproduced dramatically, gestation times drastically shortened.
You weren’t a breeder but that didn’t mean that you were curious. It started as an interest as it always does as you researched articles about breeders. They were few and far in-between, many choosing to keep their lives private, but the internet was a whole host of stories. One person who claimed to be a breeder bragged about their first pregnancy, five large babies, and that was only the start. They talked about how they constantly needed to pull at their tits to relieve themselves from producing milk. They talked about how quickly their gestation was, how they felt when their partner had fucked them without a condom the first time and their stomach immediately started to swell. They detailed how much they enjoyed it, how good it felt to be fucked and filled, and that they looked forward to it again.
Those who could impregnate however was a different story. They say that those who could impregnate were more recognizable primarily by the size of their penises and how much they could come. Other than that there wasn’t much information on them. There were stories but none of them seemed believable just people pretending and bragging about their penis.
It's not uncommon for some women to live in active denial of their pregnancy after encounters with aliens. One such case was Gloria, a stay at home wife who had been pestering her husband for children since their wedding. Her desire to have a family grating on her husband's nerves until he proceeded to search forums for anyone who may be able to assist in subduing her desires through alternate means. Unfortunately for Gloria, he found it.
Her husband, Derek, was seen outside a power plant making a transaction with an unknown individual in which he received an underdeveloped alien offspring. Waiting until his wife was asleep, he then proceeded to feed her the offspring. Derek was under the belief that doing so would rewire Gloria into thinking she was pregnant so that she would cease her insistence. Much to his surprise, it did. For the next several weeks, Gloria seemed to have calmed down and taken a much more active role in the community.
While her desires were subdued, her body began changing day by day and becoming far more rotund. Though there were the typical symptoms of pregnancy, the majority of the growth was within her belly. Becoming tightly packed, her midsection was completely spherical and had little to no room. At least that's what people assumed. Gloria had taken to eating larger portion, claiming she needed the energy. When confronted about her growth, she would claim she was gassy or bloated. Simply unable to comprehend the idea that she was pregnant at all, Derek began to regret his decision as he feared for his wife's safety.
By the time Derek had called for ACC agents, it was too late for all intents and purposes. Agents arrived to find Gloria on top of Derek, riding him as they two were interlocked in what appeared to be a long running sexual encounter. It took several agents to pry Gloria off of her husband and she then attempted to breed with the nearest man she could get her hands on. Attempts to subdue her were mixed, finally forced to tranquilize her so she could be contained and examined.
Derek himself was dehydrated and exhausted, revealing that both he and Gloria were almost drawn to each other. Inspection of the house revealed that Gloria's body had given off a concentrated burst of pheromones to induce something akin to mating hypnosis between both of them. Thankfully there was none of said pheromones left lingering in the air and no agents were exposed to it. As Derek was examined, it was discovered the alien offspring had caused this in order to spread. Derek had been impregnated by his wife and had to be contained quickly in case of any rapid growth. His case is ongoing. With Gloria showing no signs of labor, it is believed that the alien in her womb simply spreads through copulation and impregnates any sexual partners the host may have. Further study is required.
I believe there has been an outbreak of alien pregnancies in my small town -- yesterday, when I went to work everything was normal, but today, three of my coworkers told me they are pregnant. They're all already showing, their bellies poking out from their shirts, and I swear I can see more belly as our shift goes on.
One customer came in and she looked huge, her belly had already dropped into her hips so she could barely walk, but it stuck out in front of her like a slightly deflated, lumpy beachball. She didn't say anything and no one asked. She only stayed a few minutes, barely touching her drink, before leaving, walking even slower, hunched over.
I swear, as I look around even now, I see more and more shirts riding up. My coworker keeps rubbing her stomach absently. I see . . . Shapes moving. No one will answer my questions.
What should I do?
This sounds like a major outbreak! We have agents en route but we can only provide some semblance of warning that will be useful to you right now.
First is to stay indoors and avoid contact with anyone who may be infected. Even those who have not begun showing could be carriers. The overwhelming adherence to normalcy is a clear sign of hormonal hypnosis, which can have varied effects depending on the individual.
Second is to ensure that you can identify anyone who may be a carrier or newly infected. Common symptoms are heightened sexual desire, increased appetite and congregation in large open fields. If any of these are noticed, please ensure you identify them to agents when they arrive.
The ACC is always concerned about safety first and will do everything in our power to assist you. The outbreak will be contained and everyone will be brought back to as close to their usual selves as possible.
A pregnant person who is so hyper-fertile that thejr eggs can be fertilized at any place in their womb, resulting in a massive, bulbous belly, not spherical at all. It is lopsided and some fetuses are growing almost into the birth canal. This person can barely walk, their center of balance is off, but they are insatiably horny, and almost every fuck results in a new, bizarre implantation.
After the pervious stream, Nina went completely radio silent outside of social media. Other than posts about her condition and other topics, her only major announcement was that she would be staying home for the 31st, saying that the serpents in contact with her believed that leaving the house at the current point in gestation would put her in serious danger.
The newest stream began at 6 pm. The camera activated, pointing into the penthouse’s kitchen before Nina slowly waddled around the camera and into frame, wearing a rather seductive hollow dress. One that was commonly depicted in memes as of late. She was noticeably bigger than the week previous, but not drastically. Immediately it could be seen that she was in a dower mood, pouting and looking rather distracted.
“Ugh…hey everyone…thought I’d dress up for Halloween…yaaaay…” Nina moaned as she waved her hands weakly. “Sorry I’m not smiling, but I feel so fucking bloated right now, I can’t even be bothered. I was gonna eat candy on stream, but I….ate all of it throughout the day. I think all that chocolate did something inside, because I haven’t had a single craving since…I wanna say three hours. My guts have just felt like complete crap…one sec.”
A rumble audibly passed through her body and she forced out a deep, loud belch.
“BOOOOOOUUURP!!!”
Nina waved her hand in front of her face. “Blegh, too many butterfingers. But uh, I hope you all like the dress. It was the only thing I really had laying around that my belly would fit inside comfortably. Not even my lobster onesie. Honestly, I just can’t wait for these things to get out of me.” She sighed and began to stroke her hand over her belly. “It was a little fun, and I’m not gonna let the money I get from this go to waste, but I have never felt so internally…off…than I do right now. Like, I’m growing aliens in my body, and it feels like yesterday I was skinny. It’s all gone so fast for me, and I want my body back to myself. If any of yall out there watching wanna go and do it, honestly, it’s not the worst thing you can do to get money quick, but don’t do what I did and stay home. Stay on the damn ship so you aren’t spending over 5,000 on food. I’m not kidding, all 5,000 of that went right in here to my b-“
As she was rambling and complaining about her condition, a sudden but ominous rumble visibly quivered around her belly. It made her stop and look down, a pained wince crossing her features.
“H-hold on. That didn’t feel right…they’re staring to really squirm in there…”
Nina’s lip scrunched up as she began to poke and prod her belly. But then, her stomach did more than just quiver. It quaked under her dress, another deep rumble bubbling up. Nina gasped loudly and she staggered where she stood.
“Oooohh!! Oh…oh my god…that hurt so bad…was that a…aaagghhhhhh!!!!”
With another quake from inside, Nina grabbed her belly with her hands and tried to move forward from the counter, only to lose her balance and slam down on her side into the camera’s tripod, knocking it over. The camera fell to the floor where all sight of Nina was lost. Only capturing the hardwood floor of the kitchen, the actress was panting and trying her best to speak through the intense contractions she was feeling.
“Aaaaaagghhhhh!! If you can still hear me….it hurts!!! Nina hissed and moaned. “My water just broke…oh my god…I can’t get my phone, and I can’t get up! Someone!! Someone help!!” Nina cried out, her voice strained and panicking. Internal rumbles were heard, alongside Nina’s moans of pain, which were turning into frightened sobs. “Why did I do this to myself…I don’t wanna die like this!! They’re moving so much! I think I’m gonna- oh my god I think I’m gonna…explode!! Somebody please help me!!”
After that last pleasing die help, the sound of a door breaking open was heard. Several feet and pairs of legs were seen crossing the view of the camera, followed by swaying thin black tails with pincers on the end. They spoke in identical, modulated voices.
“Brood Volunteer located! Inducing stasis!” One of the alien creatures called out.
After a brief moment, Nina’s panting went silent. Another alien spoke with a slightly deeper pitch.
“The human should consider herself lucky we were already on our way to bring her to the Annihilator for larval removal. She could have died just now.”
The other serpent spoke up.
“She should be alright now until we bring her to sick bay. Prepping her for extraction now!”
The camera was then picked up by a third serpent who looked directly into the camera. The alien had skin as black as charcoal, with a mouth full of silver teeth, slit nostrils, and a reflective membrane dome where the eyes should be. It grinned softly.
“The human was logging herself on this device. It is still recording. It appears to be broadcasting live.”
In view over the serpent’s shoulder was the other two carrying the massively pregnant across by her wrists and ankles towards the back porch where a bright light was shining through. One of them nodded its head towards its other comrade.
“Deactivate it. She will not be returning for hours.”
After that, the serpent turned the camera around towards the now fluid covered kitchen floor, ending the stream.
Shortly after, eyewitnesses reported seeing a small alien transport fly from the LA skyline towards the massive saucer ship hovering just above the cloud layer.
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”F-huuuuuuuuuck” You moaned, feeling the scientist in front of you putting the vibrator onto the next setting. The scientist movement was rough and deep, so there would be no doubt you would cum. He needed you to cum so it would make the egg transfer easier.
Your day started off normal, grabbed coffee, had lunch with a friend, did some shopping. Then when you were about to enter your apartment that’s when you were grabbed and brought to their underground hospital.
These group of scientists help monsters breeds who are dying. They show the monsters who asked for help pictures of every woman in town and they get to pick who they like best. Unfortunately for you some alien species picked you out to carry their egg.
Now you’re here, handcuff to the handle bar of a gynecologist chair. Your legs on the resting platform and being forced to spread wide so the scientists can get better access to your vagina.
“That’s it, baby. Cum. The faster you cum the sooner it will be all over” Doctor Derek assured, You’ve been doing everything in your power not to give in. If the alien came up to you themselves and took you on a couple dates then maybe you would consider carrying their spawn.
Doctor Derek noticed you were resisting, he released a disappointed sigh. He then turned the vibrator on the highest setting, you wanted to close your legs but Derek was right in between them so you couldn’t.
Doctor Derek smiled when he saw your stomach tensing up. “Thaaaaaat’s it. Good Girl. Now you’re getting it” Derek praised, tears streaming down your cheeks as you shook your head “N-no, p-please” you begged, trying to break free from your restraints. Derek ignored your cries, his eyes lit up with excitement when you finally reached your peak.
You couldn’t hold back anymore, it was too much for you. You collapsed into the chair when Doctor Derek pulled the vibrator out of your soaking wet cunt. Your eyes began to droop, Derek lightly tapped your cheek “No, no pretty girl. Not yet” the doctor cooed.
Through your half lidded eye lids, you saw the doctor holding a neon green egg that was no bigger than a pea. You gasped, arching your back when Derek inserted the egg into you “Just relax, baby” Derek whispered, walking towards the side of the chair you were restrained in. You began to squirm as you felt the egg swimming from your birth canal all the way into your womb: your orgasm was apparently used to help the egg slid into the womb with ease. Derek brushed your damp hair off your sweaty forehead “stay still baby” Derek mumbled, petting your hair.
At first you didn’t feel anything then you felt your belly tightened. You look down in horror when you saw your stomach began swelling up, whimpering when you felt the egg wiggling trying to adjust to its new home.
When the egg reach its full growth, you looked like you were 9 months pregnant with twins:even your belly button was pushed out. Derek pressed a soft kiss to your temple “Well done,Sweetheart!” Derek praised, rubbing your bump. Your voice was small as you were pleading for him to undo this but he ignored your pleas once again.
Derek kissed your forehead “I will have the nurses take you back to your room. I will let the alien know that the egg transfer was a success” Derek explained. As if on cue, two nurses entered the room and began to release you from your restraints. Derek leaned into your ear “Won’t be long before you give birth pretty girl!” Derek assured, you looked up at him with curious eyes ‘how long before you’re forced to give birth to this thing inside you?’
“I can’t wait to breed you again, beautiful” Derek smirked before leaving the room.
The nurses brought you into your room and tucked you into bed before locking you in. Your teary eyes stared down at the bump, your voice cracked when you felt the egg rolling around when your rub your bump.
To say Lydia was struggling was an understatement. Going from single and partying to overstuffed and overburdened in the course of a few days took a lot out of a girl. Though it was hard to pin down exactly what cause her sudden and incredibly active pregnancy, her only clue was her date. She took a chance on a guy who seemed to have a fascination with sci fi and aliens. He claimed to have found and befriend one. Of course Lydia thought he was just messing around but he took it very seriously. She excused herself to use the bathroom, considering just leaving him and trying to salvage the night elsewhere. Yet his peculiar nature didn't make him a bad date. He was engaging and actively listening in conversation, he took enough care in his appearance that he was at least kind of cute and he make it clear he'd pay for whatever she asked.
After she returned to the table, the night was a blur and she woke up in her bed with a sweet aftertaste lingering in her mouth. From that point on it began. The stomach pains, the swelling of her belly as well as her breasts and the insane cravings that seemed to possess her any time her stomach growled. She practically ate enough for five guys in a single day.
Currently bedridden with her brood, Lydia didn't have any explanation for her condition. Her only saving grace, if she could even call it that, was the ACC was fast acting. She remembered her date mentioning it that night, calling them hacks and selfish. He apparently took issue with them capturing and containing alien offspring.
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Agents Lawrence and Jennings took the official report, both surprised by what they saw. Hearing of radical individuals was new for both of them, though their supervisor was familiar with the circumstances. Young women being impregnated, sometimes covertly, by fanatics seeking to 'assist' alien population growth. Thankfully, there were no complications and Lydia gave birth several days later. The specimen was contained and is under observation. Meanwhile Lydia's date is under investigation and local law enforcement are alerted to his activities.
The subway is far more crowded than usual at this time of night. I shift my weight foot to foot, scanning for a group of women to stand and wait next to. A group of girls coming from a concert, perfect. Safe, I stand at the edge of the platform and wait for the next train.
The train arrives and the doors whoosh open. A man, head down and rushing, collides with me as I try to sidestep out of the way. I gasp, the familiar throb in my lower belly unmistakable.
Gods damn it.
This is why I work the job I do, moving through the city at the quietest times in the quietest places. But a concert had made my way home more crowded, and the curse had snatched at the opportunity, as usual. Striding forward, I take a seat and glance at my watch. With any luck, I can get off the train before anything too obvious happens.
Already, the throb has become a warm pulse, and i shift in my seat, resting my bag in my lap. Pressure builds in my pelvis, the waist of my uniform pants slowly tightening as my belly creeps outward behind my bag. I should have known better than to stand near the front, I think, shifting in my seat again to accommodate the increasing weight in my belly. One silly encounter at the museum with an unknown relic, and now I was five years into the curse where the slightest touch of a man would spark a swift burgeoning of my belly, my body hijacked by magic to rapidly grow a full-term baby in less than an hour.
My pants have become painfully tight by the time we reach the station where I need to switch lines. Rising to my feet, I notice a few double-takes as the people I boarded with notice the swell under my uniform blazer. At the door, I make a swift exit, my gait awkward with my new belly, not quite a waddle. Crossing the platform, I just make the next train, the car empty.
Dropping into a seat, I pop the button on my pants and use a hair tie to keep it from opening entirely. Flutters start under my hand, getting stronger by the minute as I smooth my hand over the taut swell. Checking my watch, I frown, noting I was running behind schedule.
Sitting there alone, I watch my belly swell, the occupant growing in size and strength with each flutter and eventually kick. I look more than halfway by the time my stop comes up, with still a several block walk to go to my walk-up. Pulling my form-fitting, stretchy shirt over my belly and fly, I heave myself to my feet and leave the train.
Climbing the stairs to street level is a huge effort, and I pause at the top to catch my breath, cupping the increasing weight of my belly. The baby inside kicks, making the surface heave, and I realize I need to get a move on if I plan to make it home before the main event begins.
Walking as quickly as I can, my gait changes with every block as the baby sinks inside me, still growing as my belly barges forward. I look nearly due, and the occasional passerby blinks at me as I march past. Gods, please let me get inside before anything else happens-
Like a timer going off, exactly forty minutes after the first contact, my belly stops growing and drops downward, allowing for a deep breath. I manage to unlock my building's door before the first pang seizes me.
Resting for a moment in the lobby while it passes, I eventually make it to the stairs and begin the long climb to the fifth floor walk-up I occupy. I have to pause twice more to breathe through contractions before I finally arrive at my front door.
As swift as the growth is, it will take me twenty-four hours to labour and birth. Inside, i immediately strip naked and run a bath. While the tub fills, I eat something, pausing for the pangs, rubbing my taut dome of a belly. This baby is far more active than some have been in the past, my skin rolling and rippling.
By noon, twelve hours after the contact, I am deep in the throws of labour, pacing and squatting, humming low in my throat with every contraction. I've dilated fully, but the baby has yet to begin inching down, and no amount of pushing will rush the curse. So I pace and writhe and labour all afternoon and evening, With an hour left, the urge to push is undeniable, and I go to my hands and knees in the bathroom, the designated towels spread on the floor under me.
Slowly, so slowly, the head moves through my cervix, and then into the birth canal. i never know if the pushing makes a difference, but my body demands it of me, and I tuck my chin and bear down with everything I have. My belly seizes, pulling up and in towards my body with every contraction. It hurts, but this is far from my first birth. I know how to breathe, and how to disassociate as my body does what it has to.
FInally, finally, the baby begins to crown. I reach back with one hand, applying counter pressure. I have never torn, and I have no intention of starting now. Checking my watch between pains, I have only a few more minutes.
When the clock runs out, the baby is born in a slippery rush, dropping onto the towels under me. I gasp and pant, catching my breath as the curse finishes up. The cord breaks on its own, and while my belly squeezes a few times, its not to deliver the placenta. My body reabsorbs the afterbirth, every squeeze shrinking my belly like a deflating ball. I sit up and watch as my belly shrinks up and in, as smooth and flat and unmarked as ever within minutes.
Wrapping up the baby, I take a quick shower and get dressed. In such a populated city, there are many safe-surrender places, and I check my notebook for the next one in my rotation- the closest. The product of my curse doesn't cry or fuss as I settle them in a very large bag and make my way down the stairs.
At this late hour, the streets are quiet. I make it to the site and set the baby inside the hatch before walking away. Having called in sick, I have the rest of the night to myself.
Or, at least until I get into the lobby and check my mailbox. Someone comes in behind me, and I press close to the wall for them to pass towards the stairs.
Instead, one of my neighbours goes to his own mailbox, and as he reaches up, his elbow brushes my shoulder.
I stifle my gasp at the low throb in my belly, hurriedly shutting my mailbox and dashing up the stairs. I curse my luck, having managed to go four months without an incident, and now having two back to back. The closer the pregnancies, the faster they are, like my body gets better at it with practice. I am barely inside my apartment before the pulsing starts, and I stand in front of the mirror by my front door, lifting my hoodie to watch my belly bulge outward with every pulse. I will grow to full-term in half the time, and I throw the lock on my door before stripping naked again, belly creeping out inch by inch.
Its definitely time to find a new apartment, I think to myself, stroking the growing bump. Five years of research haven't yielded a way to break the curse, so maybe it was time to minimize the risk.
I groaned a little, admiring the bump in the mirror. Then again, maybe it wasn't so bad.
It was a contest she held every year, top donor on her OF got to impregnate her with his child. It usually shook out to the cost of carrying a surrogacy anyway, either way it was good for business. All she had to do was grow big in her bed and shake her milky titties and she made more than she ever would have as a practicing lawyer.
She couldn't wait until the paypig in her belly burst so she could sell the birth video.
I have a thing for pathetic men in desperation and in pain so please enjoy this ridiculous sequel. Written by @pregnancyismykink :)
(Part 1) (Part 2)
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“What is it about the fertilization process that’s so different?”
You look up at Prathy as he pulls out, feeling fluids leak from between your legs. He looks down at you with a mix of adoration and exasperation and you grin, unable to hide your curiosity.
“You won’t let it go, will you?”
You shake your head, sitting up with a grunt as the familiar heavy weight settles in your middle.
“I just want to know why you keep avoiding it. Would it be so bad to…to create offspring?”
His eyes flash and several different emotions flicker over his face, but they’re gone before you can register what they are. He sighs softly, reaching over to grab your hand, his thumb brushing over the back of it.
“Having offspring is a milestone on my home planet. It is not something to be taken lightly.”
You stay quiet, watching him work through the words in his head, his thumb still absently brushing over the back of your hand.
“It is not…not bad. But it is easier back home. Where people understand what is going on and can help if things go wrong. It is safer. Here,” he pauses, looking around at the forest cabin you both have been calling home for almost two years now. “Here, it is just us. Should something happen…”
You scoot forward, wrapping your arms around his middle, resting your chin on his shoulder and he shivers lightly.
“Is it that dangerous?” you ask softly, putting a soft kiss on his shoulder.
He places a small, soft kiss on your forehead before lifting your chin to look up at him.
“It is dangerous if it is not done correctly. For both of us. And I don’t want to put either one of us in that kind of situation.”
You look up at him, watch his brows tighten, the corners of his lips turning down in a frown. But still…
“And if I told you I was willing to take the risk? That I was willing to do something as important as bearing offspring with you?”
His eyes shudder and you swear you can feel a tremble in his fingers.
“Why?” is all he says, confusion and cautious hope written all over his face.
You smile and shrug, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his waist.
“Because I’ve always wanted children. Ever since I was a kid. But with how my life turned out, I never thought it would be possible. So now that there is an actual chance, even if it’s not in the way I ever expected, I want to give it a try.”
He just watches you, his eyes unwavering. He smiles eventually, a small, happy smile and you copy it, unable to hide your emotions with him.
“I will consider it. There is no hurry.”
You would take it. That was better than ‘no’.
**
It took three more months to convince him. Three more months of asking questions, nagging him, recounting your dreams, and even calling him a father a few times. It was this last time that truly convinced him though.
He was on top of you, chest heaving after a rough fuck, your stomach still expanding as egg after egg pushed through you.
“You’re going to be such a good Dad, Prathy,” you whisper, rubbing a hand over your swelling middle, your own chest heaving after coming multiple times in the span of an hour.
His whole body shuddered and you felt several eggs shoot through him, his hips roughly pushing into you. You gasp when he nips your shoulder, your ear, his fingers squeezing your ass.
“Okay…you win,” he gasps out, his breath brushing over your throat.
You grin, wrapping your legs around his waist, and pull him down into a deep kiss, your tongue pushing past his lips and wrapping around his.
“Thank you,” you whisper as you pull back, your heart heavy and warm in your chest.
**
“Are you sure all of this is necessary?” you ask, looking down at the monstrous pile of food, water, and other miscellaneous supplies piled up on the floor of the living room.
He opens another box of food and rearranges it, then moves it again to a different spot. There’s a pile of sheets, pillows and blankets under him that he’s meticulously laid about, and not even you were allowed to mess with them.
“It may look like a lot, but the process of fertilization takes a lot of energy. Back home, if I were to do this with one of my species, I would feed off of their energy, as well as others of my kind. It’s a symbiotic relationship of sorts.” He busies himself with another box, fusses over a pillow, and then he sits back on his heels, looking at his masterpiece.
“Since you are unable to provide that energy without putting yourself in danger, I’m hoping I can make it up with this," he finishes, waving a hand over the piles.
You can tell he’s still nervous though, the way he keeps fidgeting over one of the pillows and the boxes like they’re still not in the right place even after he’s organized them a million times.
You step closer, careful to avoid moving any of the particularly placed items and kneel at the edge of his blanket mess.
“Prathy. Look at me.”
He does, after a few seconds, and you smile up at him, reaching across to grab his hand.
“We’ll be ok. I’ll take care of you.”
His face falls and he moves closer, wrapping an arm around your for once, smaller waist.
“I’m not worried about me.”
His hands push up under the oversized t-shirt you were wearing, stretching wide enough to cover your whole waist and you crawl into his lap, straddling his waist with ease.
“Well, I’m not worried about me. We’ll figure it out. And if it doesn’t work…well, then I’ll never ask again. Okay?”
He looks up at you, wonder and worry on his face as his thumbs brush over your bare ribs.
You smile and lean in for a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Have you finally figured out where you want the pillows to go?”
He huffs, pulling back and looking at the pile of linens, a grimace on his face.
“It’s called nesting. My body knows we’re preparing for fertilization, so it’s preparing a nest to receive the eggs. Typically the only people allowed in a nest are the two people involved in the process.”
You hum and nod, tilting your head to the side as his lips brush over your exposed shoulder.
“And the reason we couldn’t just do this in the bed?”
He hums against your skin, his lips warm on your jaw. “Easier access to food and water if we’re on the floor. And more room to move should we need to. Once we start the process we can’t stop, so we need to be prepared ahead of time.”
Your head falls back as his tongue does something deliciously sinful against your throat and his fingers tighten around your waist.
“It won’t be long now. I’m already adjusting. Tomorrow night at the latest.”
You grin, excited despite all of Prathy’s hesitations.
“I can’t wait.”
**
There’s so much heat. Smothering you, choking you. You startle awake, feeling sweat drip down your forehead as you look around.
It’s still dark outside and the dim hallway light casts a glow over the nest and your surroundings. A small whimper sounds next to you and you look down, finding Prathy sweating and shivering. Much like the first night you’d found him.
“Prathy?”
Your voice sounds loud in the quiet and he groans softly, his eyes fluttering open. He looks over at you, his brows pinched in confusion and you smile worriedly, brushing a finger over the sweat on his forehead.
“Are you ok? You feel feverish.”
Prathy nods, swallowing as his eyes close again. “It’s starting,” is all he manages.
You nod, sitting up fully. You both slept in the nest last night for this very reason.
Prathy shivers as you pull the covers back, his cock already poking out from his slit, and you toss your shirt over your head, naked as you kneel next to him.
“What do you need?”
He shakes his head, shuddering when your fingers brush over his shoulder. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to how reactive he was to your touch.
His eyes open again, pupils blown wide. He seems to brace himself, his chest rising and falling with several deep breaths before he sits up and pushes you back onto your back, sending shivers down your own spine as his cock starts playing with you.
“I hope you’re ready,” he rasps out, his whole body trembling on top of you. You nod, cupping his cheek and smiling up at him.
“I am. Let’s have kids.”
He shudders at that, his eyes flashing. The wriggly tip of his cock pushes between your slick lips, playing in the slick there before pressing in further, spreading you out in a way that was now so very familiar.
Except this time it felt like a branding iron being pushed inside of you, the searing heat radiating off of him making you gasp and hiss through your teeth.
He went slow, his whole body trembling as he pressed inside of you, and you tried to stay quiet, feeling like your insides were on fire, but you couldn’t help the small gasps falling from your lips.
It was just this side of bearable and you clenched your jaw, holding back as he finally buried himself inside you. You were used to a little bit of warmth, to feeling yourself stretch around his cock and the eggs, but this was entirely new.
He was far more rigid than usual, his cock rock hard and throbbing. He let himself relax slightly, his hips pressing down into yours, the fever of his body making you sweat.
“You okay?” you gasp out, barely able to breathe as you feel the gel starting to work inside you, spreading your womb open for the eggs.
He doesn’t answer, instead burying his face in your throat, his fingers clenched tight around your hip. He doesn’t move so you don’t ask again, instead letting your body adjust. It’s still familiar, the sensation of your insides expanding and spreading, preparing for the eggs, but it’s just so much hotter than usual.
You brush your fingers over his sides and he lets out a small whimper, his fingers tightening around your hip. You don’t stop though, trailing your fingers up over his waist and over his back, lightly scraping your nails over his shoulder blades, feeling his whole body jerk as he lets out a gasping moan, his body trembling with your touch.
“I’m here,” you whisper softly, keeping your touch light as you move over his shoulders and into his hair, holding him close. “I’ve got you.”
He doesn’t answer with words, but you feel some of the tension leave his shoulders, his lips grazing over your shoulder and your throat now, mouthing over the marks he left there just a few days ago. He’s quiet, barely moves, but you know he’s listening to every word. You know he’s holding on tight to keep his sanity, and you keep talking, giving him something to listen to.
“You’re going to be an amazing father,” you say softly, scraping your nails through his hair, massaging his scalp as he groans. “You take amazing care of me. Always doting on me, even when I annoy you.” You smile softly, feeling him hanging on every word.
“You keep me safe, even if there’s no actual danger,” you continue, brushing your lips over his temple. “Like when the cockroaches decide to take over the bathroom,” you add with a slight chuckle. He twitches and you grin, massaging the back of his neck.
You keep going, telling him stories from your childhood, going on rambling about nothing until several hours pass and the sun is high in the sky, peeking through the curtains. He’s been quiet for a while now, the trembling in his fingers growing worse.
“Prathy?” you ask softly, moving your hands to cup his face. He lets you lift his face, lets you pull him up so you can see him, even if he’s getting too weak to do so himself.
“We need to eat, ok? Can you manage?”
His eyes are distant but he nods, bracing himself on his hands as you turn to the side to grab granola bars from the large stash. You try your hardest not to jostle him too much but he still hisses as the movement pulls on his cock, far too sensitive to move right now.
You pull back, two granola bars in hand, smiling up at him.
“Sorry, sorry. Here. You need to eat.”
He nods and you open the package for him, handing him half of the bar and letting him feed himself. He does, if a little messily, but he still eats. So you keep feeding him, letting him get his fill. Then you reach for the water and pass that to him as well, keeping him hydrated.
He downs the entire thing in seconds and then drinks another two bottles before he finishes, his eyes lucid once again.
“Feel better?” you ask, brushing your fingers over a crumb on his lips.
He smiles, holding your hand to his face, his fingers steady for the first time. “Much. Thank you.”
You grin and nod, incredibly happy to be able to help him when he’s done so much for you. He leans in for a kiss and you don’t deny it, leaning into it and wrapping your arms around his neck.
Despite how long you’ve been stuck under him, you felt amazing. The heat died down a few hours ago and now it’s just a steady pulsing warmth inside you, preparing for the eggs. You were definitely faring better than Prathy, but he’d warned you of that.
“The next stage should be starting soon,” he says softly as he pulls away, his eyes full of love and adoration and awe as he looks down at you. You’d never get tired of that.
“Anything special I can do to help?”
He shakes his head, brushing his thumb over your cheek and leaning in for another quick kiss. “You’re doing enough already.”
You blush, unable to hide it as his words fill you with more love than you ever thought you’d deserve. He doesn’t comment on it, doesn’t joke about it, and instead leans in to kiss you a little more deeply, a little more desperate, and you realize you much prefer it that way.
**
Half of the stash of food and water is gone and the sun is just starting to set when the next phase starts. You know it’s started because Prathy tenses, his body heat racking up again and his hands fall back to your waist, holding tight.
You hold him, unable to do anything but watch as his mouth falls open on a pained groan, his brows pinched.
You feel something heavy and large pushing against you and you look between you and him, seeing the base of his cock swelling around a large egg. You try not to panic, not realizing the eggs wouldn’t be as small as usual, but Prathy doesn’t seem to be concerned so you push the thoughts away, focusing instead on him and trying to help him in any way you can.
His hips grind down into you for the first time since he buried himself deep, and you can’t help the small groan at finally feeling some friction down there. He’s braced on his hands and knees, practically laying on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist and he gasps as the egg stretches him open and pushes against you.
All that stretching, all the preparations your body had in order to receive the egg, and yet it’s still too big for you. You can feel it pushing against you, pressing insistently, and you relax as much as you can but this angle just isn't working.
“Prathy,” you gasp, adjusting yourself slightly before continuing. “Let me get on top. Let me ride you. It’ll help.”
His eyes glisten with tears but you nod, brushing his cheeks with your thumbs and he agrees.
He leans in, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from dislodging his cock, and then he’s turning over, letting you situate yourself on top of him. The relief in his face is almost instant as he realizes just how spent his body was.
You settle down onto his hips, still stretched wide around him, but you just know this position will be so much better.
He looks up at you with tired eyes and you smile down at him, brushing your fingers over the sweat on his forehead, fixing his hair from where it’s standing up in places.
“I’ve got you,” you whisper, leaning down slightly to brace yourself against his chest, and then you slowly start to bounce on his cock, feeling the egg pressing and pressing inside you.
It’s slow to start, the tapered tip spreading you open with each bounce, but as you move, and as Prathy’s hands wrap around your waist, the egg starts moving on its own as well, pushing up into you. Spreading you wider and wider.
It’s still tight, and so much bigger than you were expecting, but eventually you sink down on it and it moves, half of it pushing into you with ease. You steady yourself, breathing heavily, sitting and grinding down on it now as it continues to move inside you.
Prathy is a mess under you, his eyes glazed over, his fingers locked around your waist. His little whimpers and moans hurt you but you know you can’t stop now.
You work the egg into you, taking your time, feeling it stretch you open so much wider than anything else. But it feels amazing, the heat and the throbbing steady inside you making it that much better. And after what feels like hours, you sit and feel the rest of the egg disappear inside you.
You both shudder, mouths agape and gasping for air. You look down at your belly and you can see the egg shifting inside you, moving up and up, making your stomach poke out with it. It presses up against your womb and you shudder again, feeling Prathy do the same as the egg finally pops out of him and plants itself into your ready womb.
You collapse down onto him, gasping but also grinning wider than ever, so incredibly happy to have this be real.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” you say in between gasps, and you lift your head to look down at Prathy, expecting relief to be all over his face. But instead of relief you find worry and confusion.
“Prathy? Are you–”
“There’s another one,” he says in disbelief.
Your brows furrow and you brush a hand through his hair. “Is that not normal?”
He finally looks up at you, his eyes bright and clear now.
“No. Twins, as you would call them on your planet, are impossible and unheard of back home. This can’t happen.”
His face is a mixture of fear and awe as he looks up at you.
You sit up a bit, bracing yourself on his chest. “Then how?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know. I’ve never heard of it before.”
You move to reply, ready to comfort him, but you feel the second egg starting to press up into you and Prathy’s head falls back, his eyes closed at the feeling. It feels just as big as the last one and you shudder as you sit back, feeling it pressing between your slick lips.
“We’ll figure it out together,” you promise softly, grinding down on it. He shudders and whines, but his hands tighten around your waist and you know he’s okay. He’ll get through it.
**
Two eggs. Two huge eggs. You look down at your belly, so heavy and full. Prathy snores softly next to you on the makeshift bed, exhausted from two days of laying and fertilizing the eggs currently making your belly bulge.
You can’t help but smile though, seeing his features finally relaxed and carefree in sleep. It was hard on him. Especially for the second egg. It took longer and a lot more energy, and he had eaten practically all of the stash before it was over. He had looked almost sickly by the time the second egg was buried in your womb, but he just shook it off and passed out, spent.
You fell asleep almost immediately after him, so you didn’t remember him pulling out or setting you on your side of the nest.
Your stomach growls and you chuckle, looking down at your swollen middle, much larger than it usually was with Prathy’s eggs. You shifted your legs under you and used the mantelpiece to hoist yourself up, back arching the second you were standing. It would be an adjustment, but you would get used to it. You always did.
One more glance at Prathy, making sure he was still sleeping peacefully, and you made your way into the kitchen to scrounge up some food. You were tired of granola and high protein easy to grab things, so you instead pulled a pizza out of the freezer and popped it into the oven. It was breakfast time, but that didn’t really matter. You were too hungry to care.
You busied yourself around the kitchen, your new swollen middle bumping into the counter every time you reached in the sink or up into the cabinets. It would take time to get used to it, but you were really enjoying the feeling of being so heavy and full.
The timer on the oven dings just as you’re reaching into the fridge for the orange juice and you smile softly to yourself, hearing Prathy starting to move around in the living room. Now that he’s awake, you quickly reach into a drawer to grab the oven mitts, opening the oven and taking the hot tray out. You push it onto the oven and groan as the smell reaches your nose, the pizza sizzling.
You’re cutting the pizza into slices when you feel two big, warm hands wrap around your belly, Prathy’s body pressing up against yours from behind. He doesn’t speak but he does nuzzle into the back of your neck, making you shiver slightly at the feeling.
“Feeling better?” you ask, unable to keep the smile off your face. You’d never been so happy in your life.
He only hums, nodding and wrapping his hands further under the heavy swell of your belly, cupping it in his big hands. The silence makes you pause and you forget the pizza for the moment, dropping your hands to his arms, turning your head to look up at him.
His face is relaxed, his mouth turned up in a small smile, and his eyes are practically glittering with awe as he looks down at your belly. Two eggs rested inside you, swelling with actual children for the first time in his life, and you couldn’t help but feel proud to be able to do this for him.
“Those are your children in there,” you whisper, thumbs rubbing soft circles on his forearms. He nods, his eyes watering slightly, and you turn in his arms, brushing away the water dripping down his cheeks.
“You’re supposed to be happy. This is a big moment.”
He shakes his head, wiping his own face off with a smile. “I am happy. I just…I never thought I would have this. And to be able to reproduce with you…” he trails off, another tear falling down his cheek and you feel your own eyes watering in response.
He looks at you with so much love, with so much adoration and awe, cupping your cheeks with his big hands. The tears fall easily now.
“Thank you. For giving me everything I could’ve ever asked for,” he said insistently, keeping your face cupped in his hands. He meant every word and you could tell. Your chest ached with the love you had for him, and as he pulled you in for a deep kiss, you just knew you’d be happy for the rest of your life as long as he was around.
**
It only took two months for the eggs to be fully viable, and another month for them to harden enough for the birthing process. Prathy could barely keep his hands off you, practically devouring you every night as soon as you were in bed.
It didn’t help that he still had to lay his unfertilized eggs every week. You’d thought that would be a problem, but he only told you they would become nutrients for the offspring growing inside you. So every week, Prathy buried himself inside you, laying egg after egg, filling your already swollen middle with more and more eggs.
You’re hardly able to move out of the bed at this rate, your belly so large now it weighs you down far too much. You’re lucky though because Prathy takes wonderful care of you, making sure you don’t need to ask for anything. And if you do ask, he’s handling it in seconds.
He knew it wouldn't be long now before it was time to lay the eggs, so he once again took it upon himself to start creating a nest. You didn’t mind, especially since you couldn’t even move to make one anyway. You did kind of wish you’d be able to give birth in bed, but Prathy insisted on the nest. Said it would make his instincts happy. And you would do anything to make Prathy happy.
The day of the birth, Prathy was a hot mess. As if you haven’t already laid hundreds of eggs for him, he sat with you through every second of it.
You lay on your side in the nest, a pillow tucked under your heavy middle and Prathy’s large body pressed up against you from behind, holding you softly. His little kisses over your shoulder and neck did wonders to your body, making you shudder with need. Even as you felt the egg starting to descend, it only felt amazing.
You groan softly, lifting a leg to wrap over Prathy’s where he tucked it between your legs. You felt the most comfortable in this position. On your side, spread open, with Prathy just behind you.
His hand starts to creep over you, brushing over your hip and under your swollen belly to reach for your clit, his heavy hot fingers brushing against the sensitive nub. You jerk at the feeling, mouth opening on a quiet gasp.
He hums behind you, his lips moving over your shoulder and up to your jaw, nipping at the soft skin there. It felt so good, so amazingly warm, especially when his devious tongue came into play.
The egg moved so, so slow, pushing out of you in small little movements. You didn’t have to do much, your body taking charge, so you let yourself relax into the feeling. Prathy of course wasn’t content to just let you ride it out though.
His fingers brushed into the slick between your legs, pressing in past your swollen lips and then pulling back out to rub circles over your clit. It felt amazing and you moaned, head falling back against the pillow as he worked his fingers in and out and around.
You shifted, your hips pushing into his hand for more, harder, but he doesn’t change the pace. It stays slow and torturous, just like the egg still slowly making its way out of you.
You go like this for an hour, slowly going crazy as everything builds. The egg is bulging between your legs, the pointed tip poking out of you now. The wider middle part of it stretches you, more and more as it throbs out of you, and as Prathy’s fingers do another delicious circle around your clit, you cry out, body tensing as you come harder than ever.
You clench and the egg moves more, spreading you wider and wider until finally, it falls out of you in a spurt of fluids. You let out a gasp, body trembling through your orgasm as Prathy continues to kiss and lick over your shoulder. He doesn’t even let up for a second as the second egg follows.
It’s faster this time, your body already stretched enough. It takes minutes for the egg to stretch you wide once more. Prathy takes advantage of it, palming over the large egg. You push softly but the egg doesn’t move, stuck behind Prathy’s hand.
You moan and circle your hips, thrusting against it, feeling so incredibly full as the egg stays in that one spot. He keeps it there, a steady pressure against it, until your body starts to tense on another orgasm.
“Prathy,” you gasp out, reaching down to grasp at his arm. “I’m coming,” you cry out, unable to keep the uncontrollable shaking of your hips from overwhelming you as you convulse. The egg shoves out of you as soon as he moves his hand and you’re lost, suddenly flying high in pleasure. So so high that you feel like you’ll never come down.
At least not until Prathy’s hands are back, roaming over your body, pressing against your now flat middle, coming up to cup your breasts.
“You did it,” he whispers, his breath warm against the back of your neck. You breathe heavily and nod, looking down between your legs where two massive green eggs now lay. “They’re the most beautiful specimen I’ve ever seen,” he says, his eyes once against watering. You’d never get used to his beauty.
“They’re perfect,” you echo, feeling exhausted but content. Prathy hugs you closer and you fall asleep grinning.
**
“Eze, leave your brother alone please.” You watch as Eze and Vislos fight over the last remaining pancake. Eze has the upper hand though, using his bigger stature to win easily. Vislos came out a little bit smaller, and Prathy assured you it wasn’t a problem.
Prathy, finally coming back into the living room, swats at the back of their heads, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get them acting right.
“Listen to your mother,” he says sternly and you hide your smile. He may sound like he means it but he’s never once raised his voice or spoken poorly to them, and you loved that about him.
You look down at the two of them, your beautiful little kids, and can’t help but grin at how perfect they are. They both look much like Prathy, Eze getting his eyes and nose and pointier ears. Vislos got your smaller nose and eyes though, but he is still built like Prathy.
They start eating again and Prathy comes up behind you, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
“Need anything?”
You shake your head, looking down at the empty plate. You’d eaten more than enough of your fair share. Prathy smiles and nods, finally sitting down at the table to eat his own food. You can’t help but watch as he eats, his eyes still full of wonder every time as he looks at Eze and Vislos. They’re still perfect.
One day they’d get older though and you would have to figure out how to help them through their first egg laying, but for now, you enjoyed watching them grow up. Three years old and feisty as all get out. They loved to be outside, adored swimming in the lake a few miles off, and at night they would fall asleep nuzzling into your side.
Prathy adored them, played with them all the time, and even when he was tired after laying, he would listen to their ramblings and encourage them to explore. They knew what they were, knew they weren’t exactly fully part of this world and that one day they might have to move on from here, but you didn’t like to think about that. You just wanted to watch them grow.
Prathy flicks your nose and you startle, looking over at him.
“Head caught in the clouds?”
You huff, shaking your head, looking back at your sons then to Prathy. “Just thinking.”
Prathy smiles softly, his eyes only stuck on you. “I was asking if you wanted to take the boys to the meadow. Spring is coming and the flowers will be in full bloom.”
The boys’ faces lit up but they stayed quiet, looking at you for confirmation. Despite the winter chill still in the air, you couldn’t say no to those faces.
“Of course. I think we can all use a little time outside.”
The boys cheered and even Prathy’s face grew playful, and you were once again struck with how amazing your life has become. A family, a husband, two perfect kids, and another on the way.
You look down to the heavy swell of your middle, another fertilized egg making itself at home, and you thanked the world for giving you everything you ever wanted.
Imagine you have an alien husband who has to lay his eggs in you every week.
Written by @pregnancyismykink :)
**
You wake to the feeling of your husband's cock unfurling inside you. It's still throbbing softly, swelling with every second and you hum softly, stretching your arms up over your head.
"How many this time?"
Prathy, your amazing alien husband, groans softly behind you and his hips bump into yours, the desperation clear. "At least twenty," he answers with a groan, his hand tightening on your hip.
You grin, pushing your ass back against him and his fingers twitch, his hips jerking as he finally buries himself completely inside you. It was routine at this point, to wake up with your husband's cock thick and heavy inside you, pulsing and throbbing.
"So many."
He groans and you feel the start of the fun as his cock swells around one of his eggs, stretching you open in slow ascent into your womb.
"My body has grown more compatible with yours," he gasps out, his words strained as another egg pushes through. "The number will continue to increase. Better chance of fertilization."
His breath brushes over the back of your neck and you hum softly, clenching around him to pull the next egg inside. It feels so damn good every time, and you definitely wouldn't complain about the increase in quantity.
"When will you let them be fertilized? I'm ready for that."
His hips stutter and he pauses, breathing heavily behind you. "Are you sure? It is a different process..."
He hisses through his sharper teeth, his fingers squeezing your hip again as he moves his hips, pressing another egg inside you. They swell and travel inside you at a tortuously slow pace, making your belly swell.
"I can handle it," you moan in response, dropping a hand between your legs to rub slow circles around your clit.
He wraps an arm around your chest now, grabbing a handful of your breast and squeezing as he works more and more eggs inside you. He finally catches his breath and places a gentle kiss on your shoulder.
"Not this time. We'll discuss more later."
You tried not to be disappointed, but his fingers pinched your nipple and soon you forgot everything but the feeling of his steadily pumping cock inside you.
**
22 eggs later, you're sitting in bed and watching your husband get dressed. There's a heavy swell low in your belly, much like a woman of 6 months would be, and you rub your hand over it. You always loved seeing the swell, wanting it to be a little more permanent one day, but for now you were content.
"I'll be back in a few hours. Call me if you need anything."
Prathy leans over to place a quick kiss on your forehead, his hand caressing your swollen middle. You nod, smiling up at him and then watch him leave.
Alone now, you slip your legs over the edge of the bed and slip on your slippers, shuffling through the bedroom and towards the kitchen, wanting something to eat. The eggs inside you were already swelling, absorbing the nutrients your womb provided, and you grinned at the reminder. You'd soon be pushing them out, one by one.
After downing 3 sandwiches, your growing middle got to be a little too heavy to walk. You made your way to the living room, settling down on the couch and flipping on the tv.
You felt the first of many eggs drop lower in your gut and you smiled, looking down at your belly. Rubbing a hand over the side, you spread your legs, excited.
This was your favorite part of every week. Getting to lay the eggs your husband so lovingly buried inside you. They would never catch, not unless Prathy fertilized them, but it was still an enjoyable experience.
The first egg started sinking lower, spreading you out and you moan, letting your head fall back against the couch. You can feel yourself spreading around it, feel it stretching you out. Much bigger than it was going in, it spread your lips wider and wider until popping past, landing with a thud on the floor.
"Only 21 more to go," you whisper to yourself, reaching a hand between your legs to rub at your clit. You move slowly, circling the little nub there, hips jerking as another egg pops through. They keep coming, stretching you open and then falling out of you, a heavy thud on the floor with every one.
You hear the door opening behind you and you grin, looking to where your husband steps through the door. He kicks his shoes off and smiles over at you, coming to place a kiss on your forehead.
"Doing okay?"
You nod, still slowly rubbing your clit, feeling the warmth building with every egg.
"I've got 10 more. Want to help?"
He smiles and nods. You hear the zipper of his jeans, the belt hitting the floor, and then he's in front of you, wearing nothing but boxers. He kneels in front of you, moving the unfertilized eggs to the side.
An egg is stuck halfway out and he pushes it back in, his broad hands covering your pussy, making you groan. It always feels so damn good when he does this, presses the eggs back inside until you can't take it anymore.
Eyes closed, you enjoy the feeling of his fingers pressing the egg back in every few seconds. Your hips jerk when his tongue presses against your clit, the heat of it almost making you come instantly. The egg pops out just as he twirls his tongue and you gasp, pressing yourself into him, wanting him to fuck you.
And fuck you he does. He lifts your legs, wrapping them around his waist, and then he pounds into you without remorse, your breasts bobbing with every thrust. You moan in ecstasy, grinning up at him as he grunts, his brows furrowing as he gets closer and closer to cumming.
His hips stutter and you pull him closer, running your hands over his stomach as he stills, face scrunched up as he comes hard. Shot after shot of come fills your still bloated middle and you reach down to rub your clit furiously, getting yourself right to the edge.
He pulls out and you scream as you fall over the edge of orgasm, the rest of the eggs shooting out of you in a mess of fluids. Your legs shake but you manage to unwrap them from his waist, breathing heavy. His own heavy breaths echo yours and you look up at him.
Completely naked couple. She’s 6 months pregnant and sitting on his lap while he’s inside her. His hands are running all over her pregnant body. They’re both moaning in pleasure. Her head is laid back and leaning on his shoulder and he’s making sure to moan in her ear.
HER POV:
Ooooh fuck. Oh my fucking god. You feel so good inside me. It’s like you were made for me. No wonder you got me pregnant. I’m grinding against you. Well trying. The belly makes it a bit awkward. I feel more like I’m scooting back. But I don’t totally care. I can hear you moaning in my ear as you run your hands along my body. It helps keep my in the moment focused on our pleasure instead of sitting in silence alone with my thoughts.
Your hands started at my hips. “Mmm fuck” you whisper in my ear. And then you drag your fingers up the side until you hit my waist. You grab me there and thrust into me. It catches me off guard in the best way. And I let out a high pitched squeak and a “fuu-“
You run your hands back down to my hips and squeeze as I grind into you. And then your hands move forward. I can feel you being observant and taking me in with just your finger tips. “I want to feeeeel how big you are now baby” you almost growl in my ear. I fucking love it when your voice gets deep and gutteral. It feels so primal. So focused and yet out of control. Your hands run from the very bottom of my belly up to my belly button and then back down and back up a few times. And then you do the whole length of my belly from bottom to my tits and back down again. All while fucking me slowly but deeply.
You’re taking your time with me. I feel like your drinking me in. It’s these psychological games that make me putty in your hands.
“What do you think?” I whisper back.
“I think I did a good fucking job” and you move to massaging and getting handfuls of my tits. “God I love how big they are now. Too big for my hands”
I can’t help but smile in pleasure and pride.
“Show me how bad you want me. Even now. When I’m like this”
You immediately become more direct with your hands. Before it was exploring my body. Now you’re moving like you know what you want and you’re gonna take it. You put your hands round my belly and gently pull me in. I can feel you fixating on the from because that’s where you can feel he most “roundness” of my body now. And you started rhythmically maintaining a pace.
His POV
You’re warm inside. Being inside you doesn’t just feel great physically. It’s fucking hot. Big with my baby. Doing what we did to get you like this in the first place. I’ve run my hands up and down your body plenty of times before. But now that it’s changing it’s fucking exciting. It’s new. It’s because of me. I did it.
And every time I thrust into you you let out the cutest fucking squeak. I can hear how good it feels for you. You don’t put on a show for me. I enjoyed learning how to read your body. You’re my girl. I wanted to know how you worked. I start kissing your neck and I’m fondling your chest. “Fuck I love how much bigger these have gotten.” They haven’t just gotten bigger. They’ve gotten denser. I don’t now how else to describe it.
I run my hands down the front of your belly. Just to feel how much forward you are potruding out now. And when invest to your belly button I stop. You used to be an innie. You haven’t completely popped yet. Your bellybutton is flat and stretched though. I just like playing with it. It might be one of my favors parts of your changing body.
I start thrusting into you. Rhythmically and slowly. Biting your ear and running my hands along your inner thighs now. And you start giggling. I know your ticklish there. But I want you to open up your legs more. I follow the curves of your body. From your thighs to your underbelly, over the bump and back up to your tits. Your moaning softly and grind back into me matching my rhythm.
Since you all were interested in my last braxton hicks contractions video, I think you’d appreciate this. This is me when I was 35 weeks. My braxton hicks were SO bad that I actually thought the baby was coming and started pushing. It’s so silly to think about now that I’m 42 weeks pregnant still 😭
Brianna leans back into her chair, turning a page of her book, though she hadn’t been absorbing a single word of it. It was a relatively quite Saturday morning in the library and the few people present busied themselves among the shelves and study cubicles. No one was wise to her antics in the isolated corner of the library.
The desk and her sweatshirt hid her constantly seizing bump from their and others' sight. Her thighs were damp with her waters and her jeans bulged at the crotch with a head. She should’ve headed for the hospital this morning. Yesterday, even.
But where was the fun in that?
The only way anyone would be able to tell anything was the slight bit of sweat on her brow and the bright red blush on her cheeks. Small moans escaped her lips as the bulge of her sex pushed her tight jeans outward. It felt so big in her narrow hips, so very big. She knew from the start it would be a tight fit, but she had no idea it would feel so orgasmic. The fullness was one thing, but the pressure peaking with every contraction made her want to shriek.
Shifting in her seat, she carefully exhaled through her nose. The hand not occupied with her reading ruse was resting gently atop her swollen belly, her thumb rubbing soothing circles over it through the thin sweater covering her bump. She could feel the baby shifting restlessly in there. She was glad the desk hid her hips grinding slightly against her seat as if she was riding a firm cock.
Brianna hadn't once pushed since the moment her water broke. She depended on her body to move her big baby through her. Every page turned, was another moment she felt her pussy contract around her child.
"Just be patient...let mommy have her fun..." she cooed softly, her eyes lit up with excitement as she felt it — another contraction. They were nearly one after the other now, each one bringing another small gush of fluid and another urge to push. By now it was getting hard to resist the need to push.
Brianna bit her lower lip as the crowning head struggled to emerge against her jeans. She was close. The throb of pleasure pulsed over everything else. Her common sense that told her to leave the library hours ago was beaten down and the pain she was supposed to be feeling was chained by her desires. She continued to pretend-read her book, desperately holding in the truth of her state.
Another strong contraction took her. She clutched the pages of her book. It was more intense than the others. It brought her baby further, spreading her pussy to the widest it had ever been. Brianna's eyes watered and her face scrunched as the euphoric feeling of the crown brought her to the edge of orgasm. Her stomach twisted and her toes curled. The seam of her soaked pants strained and her pussy begged for release.
She readjusted in her seat, thighs spread wide and perfectly cradling her low belly. When the next contraction came, she finally allowed herself to push, just a little bit. She bit her knuckle to keep silent as she felt her baby inch steadily along, stopping as soon as the contraction let up.
The pressure in her vagina felt incredible, and it took all her self-control not to touch herself. She breathed deeply and evenly, bracing herself for another contraction. Again she only half pushed, but even that little bit eased things along quite a bit. The softest of whimpers escaped her as she felt herself beginning to crown in her pants, right here where anyone could see if they looked at her for long enough.
She put one hand on her stomach and rubbed her sensitive belly button. Brianna just needed a little extra, she couldn’t bear edging herself like this anymore.
"C'mon, just a bit more…just a..ah, ah!" Brianna whispered as she came hard. Her thighs shook beneath the desk and her baby was pushed further into her soggy pants.
The contraction and pressure persisted as long as the orgasm did. Her swollen belly contorted beneath her hoodie. Brianna's eyes rolled back as the pleasure consumed her. Everything further pushed the baby into her pants until it fully settled into the crotch of them.
No more than a second after the skin of her legs met her childs, the baby let out a sonorous wail.
Everyone in the library turned towards Brianna, only to see her face still etched with ecstasy and the waters of her birth clearly dripping from her chair to the floor.
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This is a combination of 2 stories by @birthedstars (story) and @pumpkinbirth (story), put together by anon gym.
The combo got rejected by @imagineyourepregnant, and gym, who is my friend, has been nagging me to help them with this. So here goes.
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