rapid pregnancies are so so hot,,, thinking about the obliviousness that comes with the slight bloating. you brush it off, not suspecting a thing. then your pants dig into your waist and you start to suspect something is off. the realization as you unbutton your pants and you notice that your belly is swelling. with what? who knows. all you can focus on is the uncomfortable feeling of your womb stretching around whatever was inside you. the groaning and whining that comes with the growth. you can't help the sounds you make as your belly feels like it's stretching you to your limits, pulsing deep inside of your womb. the fear as you feel like you can't grow anymore, yet your belly continues to push out. the temporary relief when the growing slows, only for something to press down on your pelvis, preparing to exit your full womb. what comes out and how many is a mystery.
One of my favorite things in the world to imagine is office chic/business woman getting pregnant. Watching her blouse stretch as she fills out, growing full and ripe until she has to get a new one, preferably she doesn't. Her pencil skirt already hugged her curves tightly until they could barely contain her and every movement threatening to make her indecent. I want to hear her heals click down the hallway still strong and in control as ever even though her outfit may not be cooperating anymore.
I just think a super pregnant woman in a messy bun, blazer and a milk soaked blouse would be hot...
One of my favorite niche rapid preg scenarios is one where the pregnancy starts at a normal pace but then is accelerated through the last few months. Take a woman later into her second trimester and suddenly have her swell up to full term in the span of a few minutes to an hour… confused as to why she’s suddenly feeling fuller, heavier, more bloated… off doing her normal activities when suddenly the baby is more active, and sitting very low… her breathing becomes more labored and she’s moving slower… and as soon as she starts to realize that she does actually look much bigger than earlier in the day, her water breaks, mounting her confusion as she realizes the baby is coming NOW… but how?!
I was dumped off the coast of an abandoned island, and the beach I was dumped at was crawling with mermaids of sorts. Not exactly the shimmery, beautiful things you see in most adaptations of them, more like those dark siren type things. Dark, sleek hair with darker, duller skin in various shades of blues and slight purples.
I swam to the shore, which was a hidden beach surrounded by these tall cliffs which were a bit eroded, creating these little pocket things.
I was still in the water but in shallow enough water I could lay down and crawl without issue, when a mermaid approached and trapped me in one of the pockets. I was nervous, but enamored with the mermaid.
Then, she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down just a bit before she leaned in and just like... Inserted herself. It wasn't aggressive or harsh, she was gentle and careful... Then she started laying her eggs in my womb.
They were individually about the size of a baseball, and glowed a brilliant blue. She laid five of them in me, each one making me feel fuller and fuller than the last, before backing away to give me space.
Next thing I know, I'm standing further into the island in the grass, hand on my bulging belly as the eggs rolled and squirmed around inside of me. You could see the glow from the eggs through my skin.
As time goes on, the eggs grow. More rapidly than any natural pregnancy, that's for sure, but not instantly. In about a day I feel so much fuller, and the glow is so bright. There was no hiding it... Not that I'd really need to on an abandoned island I'm surviving on.
Ugh, and then it just kept going... I kept growing, but I woke up just as I felt the eggs push low, urging me to get them out.
a/n: this is most self indulgent and last part. definitely borrowed some of these ideas from other stuff i’ve read over the years
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After your last three pregnancies were quadruplets, you were getting tired of the same thing happening. Your body’s growth still was incredible to you, but going home to your little bedroom all alone wasnt feeling like enough anymore.
As you talked with the other pregnant patients in the facility, you started hearing rumors about the men upstairs. At first you assumed they were talking about the owners of the facility, but you soon learned in one of the other wings of the center, there was an upstairs area dedicated to different breeding facilities.
Breeding facilities with men of another species.
The pregnancies were more extreme than anything here, and you were curious. You were greedy, selfish, wanting to know what was happening as well as get in on it.
At your last check up before labor with your current set of twins (a change of pace to make sure your body was still doing well), you asked your doctor about it.
“Oh, yes, there is a separate breeding facility for a different project. We are helping produce population for an alien species.” Dr. Ambrosia says, looking over your paperwork, “Honestly, hun, with your history, you would be a perfect candidate.”
After expressing your interest, she goes on, “Instead of being inseminated artificially, you will have sex with one of our volunteers. You get put up in an apartment home for the next few weeks and stay with him. Since the pregnancy is different from humans, there are some changes.”
Your doctor tells you about how these pregnancies last a little longer even while accelerated, and that the side effects are different. That’s why you stay with the father.
You sign some paper work and not even three days after you give birth, you are whisked away to the second floor.
Your new home is lovely, a studio with a small kitchen with a stocked pantry, a living and dining room, and a bed in the far corner.
You are only standing in the room for three minutes before a man enters. He is tall, broad, and his skin gives off a purple hue. He smiles at you before walking toward you.
His handsome features captivate you, making it easy when you realize he’s the one you’ll be having sex with. It’s not long before you are on all fours on the bed, completely naked as he plows into you.
His dick is quite large and when he comes, he releases more than you anticipated, leaving you bloated with cum.
You fall asleep soon after than, but wake to your hunger. Not only for food but also for him.
You break open the snack pantry, devouring three sleeves of cookies and crackers in less than five minutes. When you finally pause, you look down to see your stomach has swelled to look six months large already. Your belly isn’t as firm as it normally is, it’s a little softer, and you rub your hands over it excitedly.
“Do you feel it?” a voice calls behind you.
You turn around to see the man.
“Do you feel hungry for food and hungry for more seed?”
You find yourself nodding at him. He smiles and as he fucks you across the dining table he whispers in your ear the fact that he got you more pregnant.
Was it possible that this species could impregnate the same person more than once at a time? You came to the idea that you would be absolutely massive in just a few days.
And massive you were. Not even six more rounds of sex and you were barely able to walk. You were sprawled out on the couch presently, as your man fed you dinner.
When he wasn’t feeding you, he was fucking you. It was a lovely time. He took great care of you.
The best part was the companionship, the belly rubs, the food, the help getting up out of a chair.
With all the fucking you were doing, you had to keep eating. Every time he fucked you, a new baby was added. Along with the growth spurts from the already present babies, you were getting large quite fast.
Your belly was past your knees in just a few days. You couldn’t see your feet. Your arms had to rest on your belly with how wide you were. All you wore was a skimpy tank top that barely covered the swell of your breasts.
Your man constantly rubbed your belly. You found that when he mumbled something near your navel, your belly started to swell even more. You wondered when you would ever stop growing. You didn’t mind though.
A doctor came to visit on the fourth day, after countless fucks and more food than you had ever eaten in your past pregnancies combined. You were seated up right in the bed, where you hadn’t been able to move from since this morning.
Your doctor said you looked good though, and that once the very first baby implanted was ready for labor the rest would follow shortly after. She said it could still be a few days or even a week.
You moaned as you ran your hands over the swell of your belly. It was gargantuan. You couldn’t see the TV anymore. You could only see belly.
You moved your hands to your breasts which were more sensitive than ever. You were hornier than you had ever been.
As if senses your needs, you felt a pair of hands descend on your belly, rubbing in big circles. The man you had once described as a giant was now looking small in comparison to you.
“Are you hungry for more?” he asks.
“I just ate 10 minutes ago?” you ask back confused.
“no,” he says, “hungry for more of this.”
he mumbles against your skin and you feel a flutter of kicks, hearing a gurgle of motion as your belly expands even more.
You moan at the sensation, horny as ever by your expanding body, and he slides his cock into you.
When the expansion finally stops, he comes, dumbing another round of cum, another child into your already colossal dome of a belly.
“I can’t move,” you mumble later as he feeds you more food to feed your young.
“You don’t need to move, only grow.”
This is an insanely crazy mess you’ve gotten yourself into, but you can’t seem to mind.
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It’s officially been a week, with no sign of stopping. The bed you are resting on must be made of extreme materials, because you now fill most of it, and your partner has to sleep on the couch.
Despite your massive size, he still fucks you, still mumbles his expansive words on you, still feeds you like there is no tomorrow.
With all the kicking and constant motion within your belly, you want them out. You miss going for walks outside. You miss when your tits werent taking up most of your vision.
You miss not being horny constantly. It was fine with the other pregnancies but with how large you’ve become you feel nothing but the need of release.
Your man is preparing food in the small kitchen, and you can barely see him around the large dome of your belly. You are seated half propped up in bed, which is the only comfortable way you’ve been able to lay these past few days.
You’re debating asking him to fuck you after he feeds you. Part of you wants it extremely badly. The other part of you isn’t sure how much bigger you can handle being. If you’re this horny at this size how much worse will it get before you finally go into labor?
As you see him finish up in the kitchen, you stroke the sides of your massively inflated midsection. You haven’t seen your belly button in days, let alone be able to touch it.
When you see him start to walk towards you, you feel it. Not labor, no, but another growth spurt. Oh god.
You aren’t sure how it’s possible for you to get any bigger, but you do, as you frantically rub your hands in circles around your belly. Whenever there’s a growth spurt, the babies inside of you get riled up, causing something along the lines between pain and pleasure.
Your man sees this, and sets down the plate next to you and plants his hands on your belly too. His eyes are filled with hunger but you aren’t even sure he will be able to reach your core to do anything about it. He’s filled you up so much. To the absolute max.
You’re immobile, completely owned by this man at this point. at his will.
Sometimes I wonder what if this scene didn't involve bursting at all? What if DR. Shaw was pregnant with a human baby that mutated to an abnormal size and in a short time? I wonder how she had a hard time giving birth to the baby because it was so massive? Or maybe there were too many babies inside?
Hi absolutely love your work that kinda has been my obsession on my mind as late much as the other readers who are probably foaming on the mouth for more content. Just three quick questions. One: how late will the pregnancy plot line be? Like down the line in some later chapters or we get a bit of downtime then boom bed tango and surprise baby or is going further down the road like we're carrying this baby like normal pregnant women except for some supernatural benefits.
Two: will the pregnancy and conception be instant? (Like stick it in and boom she's pregnant like most cartoons or some romance books tend to have it?)
Three: Once we become pregnant is the story going to be more baby focused? Like how fast is the baby going to grow? I'm guessing there are still a lot we don't know like the weavers true plan other than this baby (or babies) being the source of that power but I'm guessing mc will get much more agency later on. I guess I'm just so excited for more so I get little over myself when half these plans are probably on drafts and going to change or be developed later so please understand I am not rushing you in any way. Please take your time and write the way you want to write.
Just three quick questions? You are so like me.
Pregnancy plotline starts in Night VI & VII depending on your route, but the MC won't be aware of it (or at least she'll be in denial) until towards the end of the subsequent week. Per my current draft, she'll find out when the guys do, but it will be different in every story route.
LOL! Not instant, but quick. Apart from, as an author, not wanting to draw out the suspense, there are some lore-specific reasons for why it happens so fast, which are tied into why the MC is able to get pregnant in the first place. You'll learn about those later and I think it'll make a lot of sense.
It's going to be a balance of everything. Personally, I dislike romances where the MC is pregnant and it's almost never talked about, as if pregnancy doesn't change nearly every aspect of your life and stay at the forefront of your mind all the time. Idk, maybe I was a weirdo, but when I was pregnant I never didn't think about it. At the same time, there are a lot of other things going on in the story, there's still the romance, the character arcs for MC/S/V, the lore, the villain hunting you, etc. so not every scene will be baby/pregnancy-related, however I'll probably write about it more than in similar romance books you might have read. I won't give a specific timeline for when the MC's baby will be born, but I will say that as of my current draft it will be before the end of winter. Both in-game and irl. The earlier nights/chapters are some of the longer ones because there's a lot of foundation to build, but once we get out of Meyrrvik and begin traveling the nights will be shorter, meaning faster updates and story progression. After the MC's child/ren is born, I'll leave it up to the readers to decide what aspects of the story they want to explore. I have various different drafts for that arc and I'll share them once the time comes.
Thanks for the questions and I'm so happy you're enjoying it. You guys are always welcome to let me know what you like and what you'd like to see more of in the story.
