The Lake
You wheezed as you bent at the knees and grabbed a tree to stay upright. The throbbing, aching fullness of your womb only intensified. Blinking rapidly as if it would make it go away, you stared in horror as your waistline marched ever outward, your stomach swollen with... Something. You could only moan pathetically and bring your free hand up over your tightly stretched skin to rest on top of your growing bump.
About an hour ago, nothing was wrong. You weren't even slightly bloated. You and six friends had spontaneously decided to go out to the lake after you were all finished with your clases for the day. It was warm, blissfully warm, and all of you were excited. The lake was a bit far from campus, and it was kind of small, but it was a lot more private than the pool. Plus, you all loved camping, and staying the night next to the rocky shores and crystal-clear water, able to look up at the full glory of the milky way whenever you wanted to sounded like an aamzing way to distract yourselves from the stress of higher education. So after a little bit of preparation, you had hitched a ride in one of your friend's four-by-fours and set out into the forest.
There was a bit of lounging around and setting up tents until people started to strip and head into the water. One of your friends went unashamedly naked into the water. Staring at her bare boobs with everybody else, you felt compelled to get into the water too. So you did. Luckily, you wore a swimsuit underneath your clothes, so you didn't have to flash everyone like her. The weird part of you was mildly disappointed. It wasn't long until everyone was in the water though, either swimming around, letting themselves float, or playing with each other.
You had been challenged to a race to the opposite shore by your friend in the nude, and you eagerly took her on. It took maybe three minutes until you were beating her by a wide gap. Unfortunately, you were so focused on getting to that beach of pebbles before she did that you didn't notice the slight pressure in your abdomen until you slowed down and stood up in the water. Once the warm evening air hit your stomach, you winced and brought a hand to your belly. Immediately you found a slight bulge and snapped your gaze downward. You looked considerably bloated, and felt like it too. You were confused at first, since you hadn't felt bloated at all when you entered the water. Confusion turned to concern, then to horror as you realized that your small bloat felt like it was pushing out against your palm.
Walking from the cool water, your eyes were glued to your middle. Sure enough, your belly was swelling outwards, filled out by something inside. You stood a few inches from the shoreline, feet still in the water, as you watched yourself expand. It was only when you felt something move that you blinked and snapped out of your trance. By now though, you looked... Pregnant..?
But that was impossible. For one, you were a virgin. Two, you weren't. You just weren't. Thirty minutes ago, your belly was flat and empty, and now you looked like you were pushing into your second trimester. Holy shit, you were pushing into your second trimester. You felt light headed as you staggered from the water, palm still on your belly.
An involuntary groan pried itself from your lips as you stopped walking. You looked five, maybe six months along now. It was starting to get heavy. Your hips hurt from the sudden increase in weight, and you found yourself shifting so that you leaned backwards and opened up your legs. You couldn't tell if your heavy panting was because of the shock or because your lungs felt tiny. You blinked and you were firmly six months. You were about to reach your third trimester in only three minutes. You whined.
Your body was throbbing now, protesting the rapid growth of your middle. You wanted to agree that this was too much, too fast, but your womb ignored you. It was aching too though, and whatever was inside you was gettibg big. You were definitely third trimester now and starting to get scared. It was fucking heavy, and you were religious with your gym routine. You moaned as you grabbed a tree, leaning forward and bending at the knees. As you dragged your hand up along your itchy skin, it began to squirm. You gasped as the first movements announced your eighth month, then it kicked again. It wasn't gentle at all, making you gasp or groan with each roll, squirm, kick, and stretch. You were starting to sweat as you straightened back up, groaning with effort as your back screamed and your hips moaned. As you arched your back, your belly button was slowly pushed into an outie. Welcome to your last month.
You whimpered as your feet began to ache, and the want to sit down grew. You thought that if you sat down, at least directly on the ground, there would be no getting back up until it was over. You swallowed nervously, bringing your hand to your moaning back and the other back down your firm bump. Wincing as kick after kick followed your hand, you waddled—yes, waddled—to a fallen tree. The growth of your heavy middle crept to a crawl as you reached what would have been your final days. With one final kick directly to your lungs that made you see stars and stumble into a tree, your womb's resident finally stilled, at least for the moment. Swallowing, you used the tree and both hands to lower your awkward body onto the fallen one. A sigh escaped you as your feet finally rested, your legs spread wide for your heavy bump. Whimpering, you looked down at your pregnant self, a shudder running up your spine.
What the fuck..?
You were due now, very very firmly due. The skin on your middle felt like it had been lit ablaze. It looked angry with you. Craning your neck forward to see over your distended stomach, you saw veins and an angry red color. From where you were, there looked to be no stretch marks. But then again, you couldn't see half your belly. You cringed at the thought of stretch marks. Those didn't go away, did they? Grazing your hand against the skin of your underbelly, you couldn't feel any stretch marks. Were stretch marks something you could feel anyway? It felt like your whole belly was stretched out.
With a whimper, you took in your situation. You were across the entire lake from your friends, though now that you thought about it, maybe that was a good thing. If they had watched you quickly swell up, that would have just caused chaos and made you freaked out. Thinking about it further, you found it weird that you weren't as freaked out as someone who had just gone from athlete's belly to expectant mother in just a few minutes. You felt oddly calm, mostly. Anxiety was beginning to take over because of one simple thing.
You looked due.
So when were you going to give birth?
You shifted uncomfortably as the question entered your mind. That WAS how pregnancy ended. No getting around or avoiding it. Maybe, just maybe, you'd start to deflate like a beach ball with a leak, but you doubted that. The baby, as you had come to accept that was what it was, was definitely alive. Despite being a lot calmer now, it still gave little wiggles, and as you watched, it pushed gently against your skin. The bulge next to your navel stayed there for a second, then quickly sunk back down. You patted where it was.
Why weren't you freaking out about this?
You furrowed your brow as it gave another small wiggle, moving your hand to the side of your bump. The other stayed firmly planted on the log. For some reason, you were oddly accepting of this. You tried to think, but your mind felt... Foggy. You blinked. What were you thinking about? You had forgotten already. Your baby gave another wiggle, though this time it felt more like it was trying to move itself than just wiggling for wiggling's sake.
It was only a few seconds before you felt something sink down low, and your distended belly sunk with it. With a moan, you were suddenly carrying much lower. You felt one last movement, big roll instead of a small wiggle, and it dropped a little lower. Then it was still, leaving you panting and suddenly anxious. You weren't oblivious. You knew what that meant.
Leaning forward by pushing off the mossy log, you grabbed onto a tree to try and haul yourself to your feet. Almost your entire body protested, but with the power of anxiety you heaved yourself to your feet. You panted as you finally stood, blinking rapidly as the full weight of your newly swollen womb was put on your hips. You whined miserably. It felt like someone had put a bowling ball in your pelvis and it was now stuck there. You shifted your legs apart more, and it felt a little better, but now it just felt like the bowling ball now had a clead path to drop right out of you. You moaned, clutching your itchy swell. It was just... So heavy.
You wheezed as a sudden cramp took ahold of you. Your eyes widened and bulged as the bowling ball was pushed lower, the cramp intensifying. You wanted to moan, but all you could do was another breathy wheeze as the muscles in your back pulles on your womb. It got painful fast, and you spread your legs even further. It just felt right, thought it didn't help in the slightest. A whimper was your answer.
You staggered towards the water as the cramp—no, contraction—eased up. You wheezed a breathy sigh of relief, but there was little rest for you. As soon as your feet touched the water, you yelped and sunk to your knees. Groaning, you felt the filling weight sink deeper into you. Your insides felt stretched as it lurched forward, making you gasp. It felt so fucking low now, and you recognized the urge you felt immediately. You wanted to push. You did without thinking, groaning and tucking your chin into your chest as you made no progress. It was stupid, and you felt no more better afterwards. As the contraction eased away again, you rose to just one knee. Both hands were on your throbbing belly now, just above your bottoms.
You blinked. Your swimsuit. You still had it on.
Gritting your teeth and going back to both knees, you sunk your butt backwards until it hit your heels. Your knees were spread wide apart, so you tried to force them together. You really didn't want something to be covering up your hole when it finally came time to really push. You tugged them down to just before your knees before stopping. No way you were going to be able to stand up to take them completely off. But now your legs were pressed together, causing your hips to radiate with pain. They had to come off somehow.
You groaned in frustration. How the hell were you supposed to get these off? You didn't have time to think as another contraction pushed the weight lower, making you yelp. Your legs needed to open, now. Yanking your bottoms back up, you spread your legs wide and groaned with relief. Your mind fogged, clothes temporarily forgotten as pressure mounted in your hips.
With a soft pop, the pressure dissipated. You felt a warm trickle of fluid from your crotch go down both your thighs, and you moaned in despair. Now it really was time to push. Leaning forward to place your hands in the water, you grit and went silent as you bore down, the weight sliding down. It burned as it went, wrecking your canal. It was definitely big, but it descended fast. Delirious now, you pushed with another contraction before you felt it hit your pussy.
When the cramp released you, you could immediately feel it starting to part your lips. You shuddered, reaching back to find cloth blocking your crotch again. Fuck. These bottoms needed to come off, now. Now that you were on all fours now, that was much easier. You dropped your forearm down, resting your forehead against it as you reached back and pulled them down past your thighs. You could feel the fluids leaking from your hole as you did. Groaning, you let go once it was at your knees. It would be stretched out, but you didn't care. You had bigger concerns.
As soon as you brought your hand to your butt you were pushing again. Your eyes squeezed shut as your slit was pushed open, a burn erupting from your crotch. You gasped and lost focus when it happened, your efforts faltering, but the movement didn't stop. You kept spreading despite pleas to slow down, your voice scratchy. A long moan announced the end of your contraction and the pausing of the baby's movements. You let out a shaky sigh, gripping your butt as you pushed yourself up to your palm again.
Hissing through your teeth, you reached between your legs with the hand that had been on your butt to feel your crotch. You winced as you poked at your puffy lips, the burn still present. A second later, your fingers met the head. You blinked, brow furrowing. That was a head? It felt slimy, smooth, and almost... Scaly. A pit opened up in your stomach as you carefully poked around more. Was that just what a newborn's head felt like? You had never felt a baby's head, let alone given birth to one.
With a gasp, you were forced back into pushing, you hand gripping your thigh. Moaning out loud, the head advanced and the burning intensified. Before long though, it had stabilized, and something was sliding from your pussy. Dropping back to your forearm, you doubled down on your efforts before the contraction ended. With a cry, something slid from you without any dramatic sounds or feeling, just a gush of fluids.
You slumped into the water, your belly fully deflated now. You rested on your belly, your head held above the water by your forearm. You laid there for a while, panting and trying to feel normal human things again. Something else stirred in your belly, and you gave a grunt of effort as something plopped into the shallow water. Your placenta, probably.
It wasn't long before there was a squirmimg between your thighs, and with your body still throbbing, you pushed yourself up and rolled onto your ass. Blinking, you stared at the murky cloud of blood and yellowish amniotic fluids.
There, lying on the stones, was a ink-black snake-looking creature. As you looked, you saw fins and a mouth, and on even closer inspection, closed eyes and an umbilical cord.
There was no way this was your "magical" baby that had grown in your stomach.
But there was nothing else around. There was a placenta, with a cord trailing to the thing's belly. You felt like vomiting suddenly, a rush of emotions overwhelming you as you scrambled away. Crawling out of the water, your mind suddenly filled with questions. Was that what you were carrying? What the hell was it? Was it some alien you hadn't noticed enter you? Was it dead, lying there in the shallow water? You didn't look back as you hauled yourself to trembling legs with the help of a boulder, your body still aching. You were starting to hyperventilate.
The biggest question in your mind was why hadn't you freaked out like this before?
You were PREGNANT, full term with whatever that thing was, in less than half an hour. No, a quarter of an hour, maybe less. You swallowed hard as you reached down to yank your bottoms back up. They felt slimy and they were soaked with fluids, but you didn't care. You stumbled away from the spot where you gave birth, not daring to look back until you were a few feet away. It took you longer than you expected.
When you did look back, it was gone. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a black shape in the water, but it was gone as soon as you saw it. The puddle of fluids and blood was still there, though they were slowly dissipating into the water. You stood there and stared, unsure of what to do next until a voice tore your eyes away from the spot.
Your friends had gone looking for you after you disappeared. They found you nearly an hour later, across the lake and shaken. The girl without clothes said she had never challenged you to a race with confusion on her face once you started to explain what happened. After that, you decided not to mention the whole rapid pregnancy and birth thing, telling them that you must have fallen asleep. When they asked you why you looked so shaken, you mumbled out "Nightmare".
The seven of you walked back to where you had all set up after a lot of promises that you were okay. By the time you got back you felt almost normal again. You realized nobody had commented on your appearance when you got back, and looking down, you looked normal. As if you hadn't literally given birth 15 minutes ago. You were exhausted by now, and the sun had set. A few of your friends had disappeared into tents or cars, but you remained by the fire, your head in the nude girl's lap. She had put her clothes back on, and you two sat by the fire until you drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, you all decided to head home after the scare of your temporary disappearance. You returned to the lake from time to time, but never alone.
Needless to say, you never swam in that water again, no matter how hard people tried to get you too.
You never saw your mysterious child again either. Nor did you really want to.
