I feel like the human bodyâs key flaw with pregnancy is the pain. Of course a major drawback to giving birth is the universal knowledge that itâs never a pleasant experience- that probably means that somewhere out there thereâs an alien species whoâs bodies have this sorted out-
Their pregnancies are extremely pleasant. Their bodies pump them full of endorphins for the entirety of the pregnancy, giving them hedonistic reason to copulate and breed.
How lucky if you manage to get a visit from them. They eventually stuff your holes full of their thick and slimy appendages, designed for the most pleasurable sexual experiences. Since theyâre twice your size, thereâs no way you can get them to stop rutting in you either. It lasts hours. Anytime you seem tired they pull out, readjust your hips back on them and are at it all over again. It feels much to perfect and you donât think youâd try and stop it yourself.
Sooner or later you feel the liquid on their tentacles thicken. Youâre slowly being cummed into as they keep fucking you, the liquid starting to pour out and drip from your cunt. It teaches a point where youâre so full of it youâre actually questioning if their ejaculate takes or not.
Once theyâre done, they slide out and leave you a dizzy, tired mess. No aftercare, no human touch, just a rough and pleasurable fucking. After having knocked out, you never see them again. Theyâve bred on a new planet, so thatâs good enough reason not to come back, right?
For the next week or so, you question if theres a possibility that the sperm from the aliens takes on humans or not. You didnât notice any changes on your body and didnât feel any different just yet.
The second week since your encounter passes and you start to grow an appetite. Youâre eating more than usual and your tummy bloats a bit after the few days of a random binge. No matter, youâll loose the weight eventually and just need to kick a bad habit. But something weird youâve noticed is that food tastes unusually good and itâs hard for you to stop. Guilty pleasures turn to near gluttony as another week passes and your stomach is now growing at an alarming rate.
The only pain to go by is your clothes now squeezing around your fatter thighs, belly and your breasts having nearly doubled in size. Your stomach and boobs are now weirdly twice, no, thrice as more erogenous. You spend full days in bed in complete heats, prodding and squeezing the new weight. Masturbating now feels insanely good, and it never stops feeling euphoric. It almost feels as good as when you got fucked by those aliens.
This isnât normal, but it feels so fucking good. Way too good. It canât possibly be pregnancy, can it? Maybe youâve gained weight like crazy and itâs a new fetish of some sort?
The fear of a positive test is consistently in the back of your mind as day by day, you keep playing with your cunt. Your stomach doesnât even fit in most of your jeans after nearly a month, now youâre really worried. A cheap test turns positive.
All bloated and huge, you sit there and blink at the positive result on the pregnancy test. You are legitimately pregnant with some random alien baby. Or babies. How the fuck are you going to give birth to an alien baby in a human hospital? Your mind races with the issue at hand.
Your fears and anxieties are so strong your body shuts down any negative thoughts. Youâre the host of a parasite that keeps sending pleasurable signals rippling through your cunt. You make a beeline to masturbate in your room again, already absentmindedly touching your hard nipples as you pass through the doorway.
After nearly two weeks, your belly seems to have reached full capacity. You canât walk five steps without the sensation of your thick thighs rubbing together sending a near orgasm through your pussy. You canât wear pants anymore. The friction against your belly and cunt is too much and had you near cumming in public once.
The only things you do anymore have been limited to staying at home, eating like you never did before and finding new ways to pleasure yourself. You canât stay like this, you keep thinking. Mindlessly, your hand goes down to your now slick cunt. You need to go to a hospital soon. But not now. It feels too fucking good to be like thisâŠ