"i had reach. she had flexibility."

character resting somewhere with a big meal in their belly (food, person, idk what have you). Digestion is an intensive process and, faced with such a task, all resources are going into tackling the contents in their stomach.

Womb movement has such a special place in my heart especially if its alien because like the thrashing, like that not a human baby!!!! that thing wants out now. It's the body invasion of it all.

Then on top of that you having to hide it. Either one, because it's an alien. Your def getting experimented on. Or two, alternatively, its giving mpreg being non existent in this universe. Then boom, suddenly you having to isolate yourself from the people you know wating for this creature to pop out of you.

The extraterrestrial encounter he only faintly recalls the morning after, unsure if the abduction was real, or just some sort of wikedly wet dream.

But all the doubts are cleared when not even a few hours later he feels movement within him, push and pulls kneeding the surface of his belly like a dough from the inside out.

Deny as he might want to, he really can't, not when the alien effects are so visible. The pudgy shape his abdomen formed into, soft, maluable, constantly stretching just a few inches more by the apparently creature that now occupies his womb. Not that he had a womb before, but he must have one now to withstand all that is happening.

For as much as he wants to enjoy this, the heavyness, the constant caressing from within, the spectacle of shapes on his belly, the dread of reality holds him hard.

What if anybody sees him like that? What if anybody ask questions? Doubtful they'd believe the truth... most likely he'd end up reported to authorities, his belly turned someone's scientific obsession. What about his family? His friends? His job? His life in general?

When he finally camled down enough to be back to his sences, his stomach has already changed once again. Softly tender dome stood in the middle of his body, faintly gleaming with each action that reshapes his womb in all of the ways that break the rules of human physiology.

If there even was a time when he able to hide it, hes way past that. His body visibly burst out of the clothes that just fit him moments ago making any public appearances out of the question.

But the situation is not all gloom. The fast pace of his otherworldly gravidness implying the soon arriving end of this predicament. Thought, though copious in nature, enough to soothe his paranoia just enough to finally feel the pleasure of his state. Each twist and twirl, each gleam and glow, the strangely pleasurable shiftion of mounds and waves around his inconsistantly shaped gut.

this is me on my way to eat after that

zoe

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