It had been just over a month since the fateful day. That you’d woken up and looked into the mirror to see your bel distended and swollen with…something inside…
You lay on your back, watching as whatever was living within you squirmed around, despite being so big and it seemingly wanting to leave…it had made no attempt so far.
I lay beside you, having known you for more than a year, you suddenly turning up to my place, belly swollen like you were 9 months pregnant after only speaking to you the night before…to say it freaked me out would have been an understatement…but after spending this time you, I think my company help you relax and maybe even relax….whatever inhabits your womb…
I whimpered once more as the being within me entered a bout of violent writhing, causing my overfilled womb to contort. Whimpers turned to gasps as it pounded away at my insides, and to anyone else it looked like I was about to burst, literally. But it had done this thousands, if not millions of times before over the past month. Every day it felt like I was going into labor for a few minutes while it attempted to find an exit, or make one. But it had made my body stronger, and it kept it contained within my womb.
You watched as I squirmed, softly gasping and moaning as my unnaturally swollen womb twisted and warped. Something pressed against my skin, like a very large, fat tentacle, bulging out against my skin. I whimpered as it shifted, eventually calming down and retreating back into the depths of my stuffed womb. I let out a soft whine as my passenger slowly calmed, my belly returning back to its usual obscenely round shape.
You couldn’t help but place a hand on my taut skin, drawing a sharp inhale from me. The skin under your hand was stretched tighter than a drum, a “natural” shine reflecting the light around us. It had only been a month, but I had more than doubled in size, almost becoming bedridden. Over the past month, you became my caretaker, for lack of a better word. You had to help me around or else the giant weight hanging off my body would make me fall forward. I had to be helped sitting down, and standing back up was a struggle for both of us.
You had been an amazing friend, more than I could ever ask for, but you weren’t just doing this out of the kindness of your heart. When I had first appeared at your door that fateful day, you were understandably freaked out. But that shock had slowly turned to arousal; it was undeniable now. Now instead of feeling disgusted by the constant shifting and gurgling of my invaded womb, you felt a twinge down there every time it thrashed within.
I had no idea, of course. I couldn’t know. How would I react if you told me that my violated, bloated womb turned you on..?
