filming your entire birth not only for pervert reasons but also for science reasons. a few days later presenting you with a bunch of data on the birth and comparing it with the last times you've given birth and with other births i've analyzed. giving you stats and explaining what i noticed affected the pain and duration the most. cheerfully telling you how i'll use this data to make it worse for you in the future
You whine as his fingers enter between your fat glossy lips. I can’t help it, you whine through the tremors. Your whole body is at peak sensitivity and he’s all to blame for it.
Y-you made me like this.
He chuckles, his deep voice filling the air between you two on the bed.
I couldn’t help it. Your body wanted it. It’s my duty to care for it.
His fingers withdraw from your quivering cunt and you are able to suck in a breath. His touch isn’t gone for long though. It travels behind you to your backside. His slick two fingers breach your other hole with ease. It is plush and well practiced for this already. You moan as they enter slowly but surely and begin pumping in and out while exercising the hole’s width.
His other hand brushes upwards on your swollen stomach to your bellybutton. Only it isn’t merely swollen. It is grown. In fact it has expanded to the size of you looking as you were late with twins. It’s an impossible feeling. Being stretched to his point. Being touched by him like so when you are so very stuffed to the brim and unable to release any of that tight huge feeling that has encompassed your entire middle, always heavy on your hips now. Because this is truly his doing.
He’s secretly been filling you up slowly but steadily over the course of months. You were always on your two-part birth control but after a while of you dating, he had taken you off of the meds, which allow you to release any seed that is dispensed into you. You didn’t know it at first. The pills always looked the same as always. You couldn’t have known the other was just a simple vitamin. Only by week three you started to notice a bloat to your belly that didn’t seem go away but rather only increased. At first you wondered maybe you’ve started to eat too much. Afraid of becoming fat for your alpha, you went on a diet for a few days.
But when that didn’t work and your belly only kept on growing no matter what, you got worried and decided to tell him. He offered to administer you an enema, the doctor he is, saying it might help. It sounded embarrassing but you trusted him to know the best, of course. So eventually there you were, on your hands and knees in the tub, only in your simple white t-shit while he took out a medicinal tube and funnel. He attached the hose into your backside with gentle precision and took out the saline solution to start feeding it inside you. You didn’t know your state had nothing to do with your bowels. Your alpha was merely playing with you without you even knowing it. He just wanted to see you struggle to bravely withstand the procedure as your already filled belly was being stuffed with even more of his own desire.
Not only that, he used far more saline than otherwise would ever be prescribed at a hospital. Two full liters of the solution were administered into your guts over the course of one painful, although admittedly also an erotic, hour. During that time your belly managed to tear through the seams of your shirt as it innocently took in all the saline solution causing your alpha to want to fuck your mouth as the last few ounces were administered into you. His seed then proceeded to only swell up your state further but of course you couldn’t know that yet. When eventually you merely kept on growing despite the enema treatment, your asked your alpha to take you to see a specialist.
Of course the specialist was a close friend of his and not of any real help. He put you through the indescribable humiliation of undressing before him in the clinical white room of his office and revealing your horribly bloated body not only in front of him but your alpha too under the harsh fluorescent lights. While your alpha watched, he had you weighed and measured from ass to tits, took flash photos for documentation and even examined your pussy. Due to him examining you in a way that was unlike any other OBYN exam you had ever had, much too sensual and lengthy in its entirety, to your horror, you fact cummed at the end. If only that had been the most embarrassing part of the trip. Instead, the doctor concluded from these results that you were going through a unique ultra-hormonal omega-phase where your body wanted to prepare itself for pregnancy by doing something he called a test run.
This meant you were to become extra susceptible for arousal, yearn for your alpha’s cum and would store it all inside you until your body felt it had practiced enough to become truly impregnated. When the run would finish, you simply would not hold the seed in anymore and it would start to leave your body naturally. You had never heard of such a diagnosis but seeing as two doctors were telling you so, what could you do but believe them. You felt weird and betrayed by your body becoming, to be frank, such a slut, as you had always prided yourself in being independent and free of your more natural omega-instincts. You thought would rather adopt than have kids of your own one day as you wanted to make sure you could keep working.
But now it seemed your body was even more needy than a normal omega’s for wanting to be pregnant like this even if it wasn't real. It was humiliating for you. Treatment for your condition was such that you were to be filled by your alpha at least once a day via any orifice preferred considering omegas were able to become impregnated through all their bodily channels. You were also to act and take care of yourself as if you were actually pregnant. This meant taking all the vitamins, doing prenatal yoga to keep up your limberness and eating enough for two. Your alpha was to track your progress by daily weigh-ins and measuring. After two months, the door to your bathroom was nearly covered in polaroids showcasing your fattening form.
Even your breasts were coming in as your body truly believed it was expecting thanks to your womb filling up so much. When month six came about, you were destroyed to realize you could not work anymore. You were simply becoming too heavy. Your breasts were beginning to lactate and your co-workers stared at you wherever you went. Not to mention your cunt was constantly wet and fat with arousal. A light touch just to your belly felt like a lightening of pleasure. No clothes seemed to fit you and concentrating was becoming harder and harder. All you could both dread and dream about was how your alpha was going to fill you up more later that day because your body still wasn’t letting go of the buckets of cum already fucked into you.
How long this was going to do on, you would wonder constantly. But as the days went on, thinking became hazier and hazier, especially when you took to just staying at home. Becoming fatter and hornier by the day just waiting for your alpha to come home from the hospital and fill you up either in bed, against the kitchen counter, in the shower, or on the couch as he watched the news. Sometimes you would also do it in the morning when he would have his breakfast. You get on your knees under the table to suck him dry, essentially having a breakfast of your own while he read the paper and had his coffee before work.
At month nine, you were as pregnant as they come. Your alpha would have to milk you every evening after taking your measurements with the device he brought from the hospital. Despite the whole ordeal making you feel like a human cow knowing the milk had no real baby to feed, the release of tension in your tits amazing despite brief. You only wished you could experience it for your nether regions as well. Your stomach was as tight as a drum and riddled with light stretch marks despite trying to apply lotion to it every day. Your alpha especially loved applying lotion to your belly. Embarrassingly enough it also felt so good for you that you often came just from his hands running themselves over and over again across your swollen body there. Not only were your belly and tits swelling up, also your hips, thighs and ass were widening as well.
Their growing size captured your alphas’ attention as well and he loved to apply lotion to your supple glutes as well. Of course that often also drew his attention to the valley between them and another one of his favorite pastimes was devised. He took to playing with your ass, stretching and widening your hole, fattening it up with suction to make it look like another cunt on you. He would sometimes keep going at it to the point of fisting you which made you truly feel like a cow being inspected for how well its pregnancy was progressing. Not only that, the sheer volume of his hand being forced inside you made you feel like you were going to explode.
Yet you never did. No matter how much cum your alpha made you take, no matter how big and on the edge you constantly felt, your body somehow always managed to take in more and more and more… By month ten, you were nearly bed bound and beyond exhausted and frustrated with your body. How could it still not be satisfied? How was this still not pregnant enough to pass the test you were ready to have a real baby if need be? When you waddled into the bathroom to really look at yourself and the situation, the t-shirt that barely covered your bulging belly and the pants that were so tight around your hips and ass, they looked near the point of tearing, you decided to inspected your medicine cabinet for the first time properly.
You had always trusted your alpha to set your meds for the week - he was a doctor after all. But for whatever reason, you could not find the one package for the meds you usually always took for birth control. Instead you found a bottle of D-vitamin, which pill that looked awfully similar to the already one put in your dispenser by your alpha. When you mentioned this to him later that day in wonderment, he seemed to finally decide that the play was over and the truth needed to come out. There was no diagnosis. It was just him and you. Of course, you were enraged. Beyond distraught and shocked. Disgusted by both what he had done in the sense of lying to you and the fact that the state of your body wasn’t some rare natural response but rather a freak grotesque science experiment your alpha had conceived and put on you all on his own without telling you.
He explained that while it was in a way wrong of him to do this without telling you, it was also his right as an alpha to decide what is best for his omega. Also, he argued, that your body’s response to only wanting to take more and more of his cum and being constantly aroused and therefore ready for it, only confirmed that your body was made for this. It needed this. It wanted more of this. And in your hazy hormonal brain, this explanation somehow gradually started to sound true. You didn’t like it but your body didn’t agree with your mind and at this point, its pull on you was too big to ignore. And so, you let it happen again. And again. And again.
And now, as you alphas fingers brush themselves over your pushed out bellybutton, they start to slide in there too, the same way four are buried inside your ass. You’ve found that even your bellybutton is just another hole for you to be filled through. He pumps his fingers in and out and your belly starts leaking cum to help aid the way as he stretches it for his hefty cock to fit through. That’s my baby girl, taking it so well. You can’t help but moan. You’re no girl despite being an omega but you have to admit that your belly, tits and ass don’t help your case and your pussy is hot with want. Your whole body is screaming for your alpha’s cock to fill you further and bigger, even though you’re not sure how far you can even go anymore. All you know, you seem to keep stretching still, somehow.
And your alpha wants to see this go further, wants you even fatter and wetter for him. So, you keep going. You keep going until your body can’t do it anymore. But that seems rather unlikely, because as your alpha says, the omega womb was created to accept alpha’s cum and therefore it can collect an infinite amount of it as long as it is delivered in gradual increments. That sounds equally terrifying and promising to you. Holding onto your hefty tight belly as your alpha starts fucking into it, you moan in delight and pain of being so overwhelmingly full already, knowing you’re about to filled up a lot more soon. Your alpha’s fingers drive deeper into your ass, his whole hand beginning to enter it. You’re so entirely his, so unable to function on your own anymore, there are no words, no thoughts. There’s only the feeling anymore.
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