Diva

This is a fun one! I love the idea of being the only one who doesn't know what's going on until I'm swollen with everyone's babies, so maybe the device doesn't make its announcements until I'm decently far along. But first I don't even realize I'm pregnant at all, I'm just trying to hide and deal with this sudden weight I've been gaining. I'm already embarrassed about getting fat so fast, and everyone seems to be staring at me all of the time, but maybe it's my imagination because I'm self conscious. I'm in denial as I feel the first flutters. I don't want to be pregnant, and how could I be? But I can't deny it for long, and I'm horrified and humiliated when the device announces to the office how well bred I am.

I get big fast, with at least one baby from each of my coworkers stuffed into my womb. Soon I'm waddling around the office, panting and blushing from the exertion and embarrassment. My boss and coworkers pat and rub my belly without asking, talking about me like I'm not even there, talking about how well production is going and what a lucrative quarter it should be when I finally pop. The device announces that my big, swollen milkers are full to capacity, and they discuss how well I'm exceeding the projections while opening up my shirt so they can suckle and drain me.

The babies kick and roll inside of me constantly, and even if everyone couldn't already see how massively pregnant I am, the device announces how far along I am and how big my babies are getting. There are meetings about my progress, and the staff discuss goals for next time, and how they can exceed production by filling me even more. I'm present for the meetings, but no one asks for my input or addresses me at all. All I can do is lean back in my seat, huffing as the babies move, rubbing my boulder of a belly, completely overcome by being turned into a baby factory for the entire office.

Blake seems displeased about the lactation starting...

She wonders why she grows alongside her partner, they assume it's some kind of empathy weight gain.

every tummy touch reminds me of being pregnant and how badly I know we both want me knocked up again.

pushing hurts, it hurts so badly that you didn’t want to do it without a distraction. something that will both mask your pain and the idea that you’re doing something that you shouldn’t be to your neighbours.

you reach a hand down when a contraction passes, rubbing tentatively at your clit. at first you were skeptical on if this would work but the more you rubbed at yourself, the better you felt. the better you felt, the more you moaned.

to your neighbours you just seemed to be masturbating, having a pretty wild night as you got off on god knows what. little do they know you’re ridding yourself of all the pain of the contractions wracking your body. the buildup was intense and through a rough contraction you came.

you came hard.

if your amniotic fluid on the bed wasn’t enough, a puddle of squirt was sure to stain the bed.

from that orgasm alone though you managed to push the head into a crown, burning your pussy lips and bringing on a new wave of pain… but you already know how to handle this. so you keep on rubbing and rubbing at your clit, really getting off on the feeling of bringing a baby into this world, from the stretch to the secrecy of it all.

your pussy spasms once again and you push the head out properly, letting it hang there for a bit as you had gotten quite a bit of your baby out via orgasm alone…

They're laying on their back, legs spread wide, massive belly heaving with endless contractions. It's been hours and finally the head of the first baby bulges out their pussy - can't take long until they're crowning.

Shhh, don't cry baby, Daddy will make you feel better, alright?

I go down on them to have a better look, my breath ghosting over their poor cunt; clit stretched out, red and swollen, begging to be relieved. They moan as another cramp squeezes their belly, try to ease the pain rubbing into the sore muscles.

You're doing so good. Look at your little clitty, it needs me so much.

I lick over their aching heat, make them gasp with oversensitivity. I place one hand on the tender skin of their belly, feeling the babies squirming inside, before I dive in to pleasure them as they deserve. Moans and whimpers filling the room, pussy pulsing and clenching - just as their tight stomach.