Mom’s starting to regret signing up for the Xeno breeding program. Mom didn’t even tell me she was signing up. She’s constantly moaning and crying in her room, she wouldn’t let me come in saying “Mommy’s not feeling so good right now dear.” But one night I couldn’t take it anymore and peeked inside…. I can’t get this out my head now, just seeing her belly squirm and slosh makes me sick, she was filled to the brim, it had to been dozens of larvae. What’s worse is imagining how she got that pregnant, all I can imagine is her having dozens of eggs pumped down her throat, forced to swallow each one as it bulges through her throat.
Hoje nessa segunda-feira, dia 28/07/25, às 3 e 32 da manhã foi avistado dois seres alienígenas estranhos na janela do 3° andar de um prédio na zona periférica. Segundo o relato, havia luzes e uma enorme sombra vinda do céu, e os indivíduos desconhecidos encaravam a vítima incessantemente, após esse contato o cidadão foi encontrado desmaiado no chão, e foi levado para as unidades médicas. Segue a imagem abaixo da simulação feita pelas autoridades.
Tell me how you'd breed me. How you want to watch my belly swell. Tell me what you want to see me carrying. How do you want me to give birth?
Part one .
As your car drives down a dirt road, a blindly light hits the car out of nowhere, and your vision becomes white from the light . Before you know it, your car cashes into a tree, and you black out . When you awake, an unhuman figure is hovering over you and places all types of equipment over your belly and inside your most private areas.
As you kick and fight the figure try to calm you but what they are saying you can't understand as then you feel the pain is injection inside you . You pass out from the pain
When you come too again your belly has small bump and you are bound down . Soon the figure walk in and begin to open your legs to do an exam and ignore your fighting just continuing to exam you before then inject something inside as what every inside move around . The figure pat your belly and leave .
For day this happened where the figure check your progress then leave. One night you awaken to sharp pains and the figure coming in to help you deliver it monster that you carry all this time . As you labor you cry for help are ignored as you birth sometimes that look unhuman .
Anon, is this quite possibly an alien impregnation? I love it. ❤️
I don't know what else to say. The thought of being taken while I'm driving home by some otherworldly being, of being kidnapped for the sole purpose of being impregnated with alien life *chefs kiss*.
I imagine that this is about creating the perfect hybrid, and though any fertile woman would do, I was the one in the vicinity when they were searching. I was the unlucky one taken to be part of their experiment and ultimately impregnated.
It doesn't matter if they try to calm me. A combination of fear and adrenalin has me lashing out and struggling to be free. It's made worse because I don't understand what they're saying. Despite how they may attempt to calm me, they do not stop their experiment.
Drifting in an out of consciousness doesn't help me either, and the situation is made worse when I see that small bump jutting upwards. I've never wanted to be pregnant with a human child. An alien one feels so much worse because it shouldn't be possible, and yet it is.
Still, I find myself asking the questions: Did they implant a fertilised egg inside of me, or did they fertilise one of my own eggs with alien sperm?
I'm forced to endure the tests and exams, forced to watch my belly grow with unwanted life, and feel it move inside of me. It hurts and feels unnatural, and yet nothing is done to stop it. I am a prisoner. An incubator.
When I feel the pains of labour, I scream for help until my voice grows hoarse. I may not like what they've done to me. I may hate this being but they might be the only one capable of helping me after all I still do not know what I am going to be pushing into the world....if ai can even push it into the world.
Genetic Engineering is the future of StarChildren. These beings can alter so much about human DNA and biochemistry, it would be a crime if we as scientists didn't explore the possibilities of combining them.
Breeding aliens together is difficult. It requires a lot of trial and error. Getting two impregnated captives to fuck is extremely easy, but getting a pairing that will produce a new alien from the two is very hard. What often happens is the pregnant male will fuck one of our pregnant females, and the result is a new alien made inside the female. The problem is, the female now has TWO full-size aliens growing in her. This has predictable results. The cleaning staff here frequently have to clean up the stains the females leave after bursting all over the chamber walls.
The next most usual result is that it makes a lethal breed that's immediately aggressive and tears the female apart from the inside. It is still very important to our research to witness her getting torn apart from the inside out. The mechanics of an alien ripping at the walls of her womb is absolutely fascinating, and as a result we have lots of data on it. The audio recording are mostly screaming and begging, followed by helpless gurgles after they're torn open straight down the middle. This is why we always make sure to have cameras on site, including sometimes mounting cameras to the captives.
Now the alien that rips the female apart is particularly interesting because if we were able to find the correct combination of aliens, we could theoretically make an alien that only rips apart the other embryo, leaving just the genetically altered alien inside. This is how we've been making our new breeds. Some of these are for private buyers, some are for the society's personal use.
This is something the cowardly EIHA would never do. They're afraid to get their hands dirty, and as such are completely without reliable consisitant data on bursting. They're always finding out from "witnesses", either that or they're only learning from people who came CLOSE to bursting. Such data is nearly completely useless. Subjects are for testing. They signed up for this and this is what science requires in order to advance.
Original Female Alien (Chlorya)/Original Female Human. NSFW. 1370 words. Catch it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18353702 .
Chlorya and her human mate are rather impatiently waiting for their egg laying to occur and their nest to be filled.
I look down at my bared torso and legs, my hands running over my lower stomach, now bulging like a pregnant mother’s would. Technically, I am a pregnant mother, but instead of one fertile egg turning into a child, I have several, all growing inside of me. If I understood correctly, most will pass as just eggs, right into our nest, but a few may be a bit different. That’s fine, they’re all our children. Why should I be afraid of giving a true birth to a few?
I lean into her touch as one of her many slick-skinned hands pets my cheek whilst a few of her others come to gently cradle my stomach and legs, moving me into her lap, and over our nest. A collection of carefully woven together wool mats, along with carefully de-thorned cotton and yarn cloths make it up, along with a lining of the finest silks to set the tribal leader’s nest apart from others. I feel her face gently nuzzle into my neck, slick and giving no friction to mine; it took me a while to get used to her touches because of it. I lean back into her soft, partially see-through body so I can look up into her face. Four eyes, the color of milky fire opals, gaze at me softly, while her oddly imitated human lips smile. Her face is humanesque, but not quite, made only that way when she first saw me.
“Can I show you something, my ghytre?” I smile as her mind envelops mine gently. It’s her only way to communicate; while she can mimic so many things, vocal cords were never something she could figure out. I nod, reaching up to brush my fingers over the sparkling dark purple areas that sharpen her features like shading on art. The rest of her skin is mixtures of lighter dark purples and medium purples, constantly blending together like a living lava lamp. Her largely curved, and reflective forehead lightly presses against mine, and an outpouring of memories floods my vision.
A human dressed in a flowing blue tunic and dark brown pants dancing around a field of wildflowers of all types and colors, from marigolds to lavender to once-blooming-orchids. They sway with them as they pass by, the human’s bare feet careful to not tromp on any flowers as they dance. Trees obscure them, so the viewer has to move, careful to keep the human in sight. Enthralled, the viewer watches for several minutes, not careful to hide themself as much as they should.
“Is that me?” I ask softly, still entranced by the viewer’s feelings.
“Yes. I couldn’t help but to watch you. To watch the flowers kiss your legs, and tickle your ankles as you swayed.” I sink back into the memory easier, now understanding. I can’t stop the wince as I finally turn around in the memory, and spot Chlorya for the first time. Memory me stumbles, trips, and ends up on her ass while the ‘viewer’ flees.
“Wait!” Memory me calls, but Chlorya was already running into a tree, ashamed to have scared ‘the human’. A few minutes later, the crunching of leaves and twigs comes steadily closer, until ‘the human’ is under the tree, looking up with a red face. “Will you please come down…? I didn’t mean to scare you.” Memory Chlorya’s breathing hitches, and it takes a few moments for her to come down, but eventually she does. She lands easily on her digitigrade-esque legs, her six arms nervously moving in front of her torso, protecting the soft skin there. While strong, sharp objects could do far too much damage. The human’s eyes roam her purple skin, their face showing amazement.
“I remember silently hissing to myself mentally when I felt excited with how close you were, but also how much your thoughts affected me. I’m the leader of a tribe of great creatures, but I wanted a simple human to not be afraid of me.” I chuckle softly at Chlorya’s thoughts. The memory fades as her face slowly pulls back from mine. I squirm a bit and look down as I feel something shift inside of me. “Did one of the eggs move?” I nod, gently rubbing a hand over my swollen stomach. “I hope a few linger inside. I would love to see what some of our children look like if they take more of your appearance. Especially your eyes.”
“Has there been many children of mixed species you’ve seen?”
“Yes. Never humans, though, only other mortal or immortal races. And usually, they prefer my kind be the partner to be the one carrying the eggs, so there’s usually a fifty-fifty chance of what they look like.” I smile as one of her hands dip down, lower, lower…
“Wh-What’re you doing?” I lightly grip the arm that now hovers over my sex, fingers lightly tracing along the labias teasingly.
“I’d have figured after how many times we’ve mated, you’d have figured out what I’m doing. Perhaps I should use the tentacles less.” I feel her chest convulse with silent laughter as my face floods.
“I mean… that’s a little extreme…” I whimper as her teeth graze my neck, the sharper points of the multiple canine teeth sending shivers down my spine.
“Mmmm, I hear eggs pass easier when the womb has some movement. I thought I’d help in a more… recreational way.” I don’t stop her this time when her hand makes well on its teasing, the slick skin releasing a moistening compound to make it easier to glide over the skin below. I let out a soft whine when two other hands begin massaging my sore breasts, the pain turning pleasurable as my body heats up from her working my nub. As my hips begin to move, and my inner walls desperately grasp for something, I feel a rather odd sensation that’s entirely pleasurable. Something sliding from inside of me down, down…
Chlorya pauses as a soft flump lands underneath of us, into our nest. She cranes herself over me, then a grin spreads across her human-like lips. Then, her fingers continue, and I start squirming in her arms but she easily holds me. “One egg. It looks differently than anything I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait for you to see for yourself.” I let out a mixed laugh and moan, biting my lip at the thought. The idea that it’s our egg, that I gave her something she was wanting so badly, something I had been wanting for years but thinking it’d never happen, was now something I had. I feel more shifting, and another similar feeling of something leaving me, and another flump.
By the time I finish, five eggs in total pass out of me, and each were carefully moved to allow more space for any more. As I slump in Chlorya’s arms, a warm sense of pride mixes in with the afterglow. How many years of being with men, using ovipositors, and just using my imagination not be enough to give me this feeling? I can’t even describe it, it’s just… fulfilling. Arousing. Warming. Everything I could have wanted.
I’m brought back to the current moment when I feel a hand go inside of me. “What’re you doing?”
“Looking for more ‘loose’ eggs, in case any are stuck.” Two more come out, and my stomach looks somewhat deflated without so many things inside of me. “Two are attached. Looks like my hopes came true.” I giggle softly, rubbing my stomach at the thought. Then I squirm until I’m in a sitting position, looking at our full nest. The eggs are all the size of a rather big fist, and oblong shaped, with a translucent red top skin that fades into purple at the bottom. I slip from her lap and settle beside the nest, gently running my fingers over the soft, squishy shells. “Is this everything you were so wanting of? I remember the first time I asked you about being my mate, and you didn’t even let me finish my question.”
“This is everything I wanted, and thensome. Who knew I’d get a hot not-human girlfriend and a nest of my own?”
