Booty Cheek Obliterator

hm? whats wrong? your stomach feels weird? i can see why... your eggs are growing! look at that belly. lift up your shirt for me? oh c'mon don't be shy, let me feel! your bump is so warm... god look at you grow. yeah...you look properly gravid now.

your chest aches? do you need to be milked? hey, it's okay! no need to get all flustered like that! take your shirt off and lemmie check....yeah, look at how puffy and engorged those tits are. its deeeefinitely time to get milked. do you want me to rub your tummy after? would that make you feel better?

god look at that belly, you're practically ready to pop! you're seriously stretched to your limits here. could i... suck on your navel? just a little...? i know i know its so sensitive but you just look so cute on my couch pinned under your huge taut bump. its not like you could reach to push me away anyways... really? i can? thank you so much!!

what is it? your water broke? oh yay!! here, lay down and take your pants off. i know it's so embarrassing but they're gonna get stuck if you dont. you don't wanna have your pussy stretched by the same egg over and over, do you? haha, i see that blush! but seriously, strip and lay down.

I catch myself against the pole with a sharp breath, both hands gripping the cold metal while my belly drags heavily forward beneath the thick pullover I'm wearing. The movement makes my babies shift all at once inside me. Dense rolling pressure under impossibly stretched skin, bodies pressing against bodies, nowhere left for them to go.

I grab the pole hard enough that my wrist aches.

My pullover has ridden up almost to the curve of my navel again.

I yank it down instantly, heart pounding, but the fabric only clings tighter across the enormous shape underneath. There's no disguising it anymore. The sweater outlines everything - the impossible roundness, the stretched-tight mass, even the uneven movements shifting beneath my skin.

I can feel people noticing.

I keep my head down.

Please don't look at me.

Another painful roll moves through my belly. One baby drags heavily across my side while another pushes low enough to make my breath catch. The pressure inside me is unbearable now, packed so tightly that every movement feels trapped beneath my skin.

My whole stomach visibly ripples.

I clamp a hand under my belly, rubbing the sensitive skin under my sweater like I can calm them, calm myself, calm the awful pressure dragging lower and lower inside me.

God, I'm so full.

Too full. Too swollen. Too obvious.

The train windows throw my reflection back at me in dark smears between station lights: flushed face, hunched shoulders, both hands cradling a belly so huge it dominates the rest of my body completely. I look indecent. Like something private exposed under fluorescent lights.

A contraction starts low in my back.

Fuck.

The tightness spreads through my abdomen with brutal force, pulling my stomach hard and high until it becomes almost perfectly round beneath the sweater. I gasp softly and lean into the pole before I can stop myself.

Please not now.

The babies react immediately.

They're squirming inside of me during the contraction, heavy movement trapped inside the rigid tightness of my body. One presses outward so sharply near my ribs that I actually see the bulge through the wool.

Someone nearby notices. I hear the sharp inhale.

Humiliation crashes through me so hard my eyes sting.

I rub my belly faster now, desperate circles beneath the strained underside, trying to ease the crushing downward pressure between my small hips. My legs are trembling. I can feel how low they are now - all that weight pressing into my pelvis with terrifying insistence.

I just need to make it home. I just need to hold them in.

Then suddenly there's a body behind me. A man.

Too close.

Before I can move, a big hand slides around my side and cups the underside of my pulsing belly.

I freeze in horror.

His palm spreads beneath the huge weight almost possessively, fingers pressing deep into the oversensitive underside where I've been rubbing myself raw for weeks trying to relieve the strain.

“Oh wow,” he says quietly behind me. “You're ready to pop, hm? ”

Heat floods my entire face.

I try to pull away instinctively, but another contraction hits at the exact same moment and my body folds helplessly instead, a broken sound escaping my throat.

His hand tightens.

“There you go,” he murmurs. “You're so ripe.”

My belly clenches rock hard beneath both our hands.

The babies shove violently during the contraction, trapped movement rolling visibly across the front of my stomach. My pullover lifts higher again as I arch involuntarily, exposing the full strained curve of my belly to everyone nearby.

I hear someone whisper.

I want to cry.

But the man behind me doesn't move away.

His other hand settles over the front of my aching stomach, broad palm spread over the tightest part like he's testing the firmness of it. Then he starts rubbing slowly downward over the curve while I stand there shaking against the pole, whimpering quietly.

“Easy,” he says near my ear. “Everyone's noticing. ”

I can barely breathe from shame.

His hands are everywhere now - under the belly, across the front, massaging the tight stretched skin while strangers pretend not to stare. My body betrays me completely by responding to the relief. The upward support eases the dragging agony in my back enough that my knees nearly buckle.

“Oh my God,” I whisper before I can stop myself.

He chuckles softly behind me.

“They're really lively.”

And they are.

The babies roll heavily beneath his hands as though reacting to the pressure. One pushes outward in a slow hard sweep across the front of my stomach, visibly distorting the sweater. Another drives down low enough to make me gasp and widen my legs for balance.

I feel overwhelmed. Animalistic. Insane.

The man keeps rubbing my belly like it belongs to him now.

“So round,” he murmurs. “Must be ready to burst.”

The words hit me like a slap.

Because that's exactly how I feel.

My stomach feels stretched beyond endurance, skin tight and aching over too much life packed inside me. Every contraction squeezes the babies downward harder, and every movement inside me feels lower now, heavier, unbearably urgent.

I'm breathing too fast.

The train rocks again and I clutch the pole desperately while his hands continue roaming over the massive curve of my belly in full view of everyone.

You hadn't expected what lurked in the pond, but you had seen the teasing of a cave opening behind the waterfall. It was hot, you had been walking, and you were sweaty, and most of all- alone, so you thought. Surely a quick dip would hurt, right?

You dropped your gear far enough away to not get wet, stripped your clothes and laid them out to dry, and swam into the lake, brushing past what felt like water plants.

It was but mere minutes of splashing about and enjoying yourself when, suddenly, what you thought was a plant quickly wrapped itself around your leg, another taking your other leg, and as what felt like suckers began to stick to your legs for a better grip, you realized that what you had brushed was not, in fact, plant-like at all.

Too little, too late- suddenly there were more tentacles- because these had to be tentacles, even if they belonged to no octopus or squid on the planet- began to brush against you, wind around your waist to better hold you in place despite all your efforts to struggle out.

And then, one of them, a much thicker-feeling one, brushed against your most sensitive spot, and your body reacted as all bodies do, and whatever it was that had you seemed to know it too.

You didn't even have time to gasp, before that tentacle was teasing your folds, finding your warming hole, and burrowing in.

Any sound you would have made was cut off by the sudden rush of being filled, and then the tentacle continued to push in even further, stretching you out, stuffing your pussy full, and then going even further- past your cervix, which oddly enough didn't even hurt.

You felt hot, all over but especially in your core and your clit and your hole. You felt yourself getting wet, despite being in the water. You had stopped struggling the moment the tentacle found its way inside you and had opened your legs wider, to allow more of it in.

The tentacle made its way into your warm, ready womb, and began to feel around, pushing and prodding at different areas, before oh-so-slowly retreating. You swore you were there for entire minutes as it pulled out of you.

Once it did, you heavily mourned its loss, but you had barely a moment to brace as you were pulled forward, into the waterfall and then behind it into the cave and then further, away from the sunlight and into the dark, where the tentacles glowed but not enough to reveal what had you.

You were laid on the stone floor where it sloped into the water, your bottom half submerged, and the tentacles wrapped around you again and spread your legs as far as they could go, except this time more held you down by the torso, entwining around your plump tits, and bound your arms above you.

You watched in odd anticipation as a tentacle that had to be even thicker than the last felt you down, teased your fold open much like the last one, and bulled into your hole without hesitation. You were filled up almost immediately, and then stretched further than you thought possible, and a single, short and utterly filthy moan escaped you.

The tentacle thrust into you as much as possible, but it didn't go past your cervix, and instead seemed to pull out of you almost as slowly as the last one- this creature was fucking you.

And you felt nothing but pleasure and heat and the need for more- you wanted it to fill you to the brim, to burrow into your womb like the last one and stay there.

It was teasing you by pulling out so slowly. You whined and moaned and wordlessly begged. When it was just the tip left, it paused, and the excitement you felt at getting split again waned when it did nothing, just stayed there. You began to get restless, and frustrated, and needy.

And when you least expected it, it thrust into you again as fast as before, trying to fit even more of itself into you, and all you could do was shout in ecstasy.

When it pulled out, it went faster, and didn't wait for anything before bulling into you again. With every retreat, it got faster, and faster, and faster, and next thing you knew you were laying there getting endlessly fucked by it, no space to breath, constant whimpers and cute moans and trembling limbs. The tentacles coiled around your breasts began to squeeze in time, and suckers latched onto your nipples to suck in time, and next thing you knew you were approaching the edge-

And then, with one last, massive, fast fuck, it billowed in you, and pushed past your cervix, where you felt the tip expanding, and everything... stopped?

You whined, high and loud and slutty, looking down at where your pussy was stretched around a glowing tentacle, only to see something inside stretching the limb around it, moving down, down, down... to your entrance, where it stopped.

The creature tensed the muscles behind the egg, thrust the tentacle deeper into you, where the bulbous shape pushed past your folds, pushing against the walls of your pussy even more than the tentacle had, and you keened, higher than you thought possible for you and echoing throughout the cave, as it slowly inched its way further in, slipping past your cervix and into your womb, where you felt a rush of something, and the round shape settle into you. It was laying its eggs in you.

You had never been so wet.

Eagerly, you opened your legs impossibly wider, and watching with whoreish anticipation as each egg made its way to you, where you matched its thrusts to get the eggs inside of you as fast as possible, to settle into your waiting womb.

The space between each egg got shorter and shorter, until they were each coming right behind the other, and no more thrusts were needed because your entrance was perpetually kept stretched open enough for each egg to slip on by. The creature still did, at random, to keep you edging. This was the best fuck you've ever had.

Slowly, you watched your stomach expand as you quickly lost count of eggs, first a slight bulge, then a prominent one, and quickly enough you couldn't even see the tentacle nor your pussy anymore, and even further beyond. 9 months pregnant, then past due, then twins, then triplets, and even further beyond that. The tentacles shifted and rolled you onto your side as you got bigger and bigger, shifted everything inside of you and you almost came then and there.

Whole feet, then yards. You were pregnant with a whole adult person, then two.

It stopped at three, before exiting your cervix, but the expanded tip didn't shrink, and there were still eggs in it. It laid them in your hole, then, three of them- they kept you perpetually stretched out, and you knew you were going to be edging for a long while. You were excited at the idea, and felt a gush of slick in anticipation.

The third one sat right at the entrance to your hole, keeping your folds open, and the tip stayed inflated as it held them in place, before-

More tentacles, thinner than the last but still thick enough, multiple of them- you couldn't see past your engorged belly to count how many- pushed and fought their way past the eggs into you, at different speeds and stopping at different lengths inside, bulling into your womb and stopping right at it and only going halfway through or just shy of the tip, each of them fucking you at their own pace, and your screamed in a rush and blissful heat and joy and pure dopamine flooded your system, finally cumming, and the tentacles fucked you all the way through it and then past it, endlessly thrusting in and out until you were edging on a second orgasm, at the very precipice, before they each seemed to inflate in girth and then gushed themselves, fertilizing the eggs inside you.

Nothing dripped out, thanks to the one still holding everything in place, and centimeter by centimeter, all the limbs left you. The eggs in your pussy were so big that you couldn't close your legs together even if you wanted to, and your stomach was so absolutely massive that you couldn't even move. The other limbs around your waist and arms and tits stayed, keeping you in place. You were beyond frustrated, squirming and grinding your legs together to try and get you past that edge of the climax, but the tentacles stuck to your nipples and wound around your tits squeezed and sucked hard in punishment, and while it was delightful, it did nothing.

Hehe he heyyyy 😏 [Hyper sperm, Mpreg, Hyper preg, Rapid preg,]

You know how theres long distance toys where a partner can be on the other side of the world but still control it? like those lovense vibes? (inspired by @bredpun's egg toy posts)

I wish there was a toy that was that for eggs and/or cum  😩. Logistically yeah I know this would be a nightmare and  the person using the toy would have to load the eggs into the ovipositor and would be limited by the number you owned but just imagine if it was possible 

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You’re sitting at your desk, working from home, trying to focus on a spreadsheet while your mind is miles away, tethered to your partner’s office across the city. They know you’ve been useless all morning—they know you can’t even think straight when you're empty, that your brain only starts to click into gear once you're properly filled up. The toy is a  familiar weight deep inside you. Suddenly, the first pulse hits, a deep thrum that makes your breath catch as you squirm in your chair.

Thump.

The first egg materializes, a slick, heavy displacement. It’s a sudden, needy pressure that makes you moan, your hips bucking against the seat. You can almost see them leaning back in their office chair, eyes dark as they hover their thumb over the "Generate" button, finally giving you the “fullness” you've been aching for.

Thump. Thump.

Two more forced in, and you’re already squirming from the pressure. You’ve been craving this all morning—this heavy, rounded fullness. You reach down, your hand trembling as you cup your lower belly. It’s already starting to firm up, a slight, hard curve pushing against your palm.

Thump-thump-thump.

Your partner slides the delivery to "Rapid." You gasp, your head falling back as the infinite supply floods you. The toy whirs, a high-pitched purr vibrating against your cervix, summoning eggs faster than you can adjust. You’re stretching. You’re growing. Every new arrival is a blunt, pleasurable intrusion, making your internal walls expand until you’re moaning from the sheer volume.

The fabric of your leggings goes sheer as your stomach distends into a heavy, taut lumpy dome. You watch in a daze as your midsection swells, your navel shallowing out until it’s just a memory. You’re huge, your stomach shelfing over your lap, packed so full that the eggs bump against each other internally—a sensation that sends jolts through your spine.

"More," you whisper, your voice thick. "Please, just fill me up. Make me bigger."

As if they heard you, the toy’s vibration kicks. It’s the "Settle and Pack" protocol, vibrating the massive weight to push the eggs together, clearing just enough room for the next wave. Your stomach jumps and ripples, a visible proof of their remote control. You are in ecstasy 

The spreadsheet is a blurred memory. You are visibly distended, a heavy, hard dome pressing against your shirt, packed so tight you can only take shallow breaths. You’re addicted to this overwhelming fullness.

Suddenly, your phone flashes. It’s a video call. You fumble to answer, fingers clumsy. Your partner’s face fills the screen, a playful smirk on their lips as they look down at where your shirt is straining against the crowded clutch. They know exactly how much better you feel now that you’re properly occupied. On the screen, you see their thumb hover, then slide the toggle from Generate to Infuse.

You gasp as the toy shifts to a high-pitched whir. A new sensation hits—a hot, heavy rush. It’s a thick, pressurized flood of fluid, filling every tiny space between the eggs. It feels like pouring concrete into a jar of marbles. The pressure doubles instantly. Your stomach doesn't just grow; it tightens until it feels like a drum skin, your belly letting out an angry, muffled gurgle from the sheer mass.

On the video call, your partner watches your expression fracture.

“Touch yourself for me,” they command, their voice rough. “Show me how big I made you.”

As you swim up and down the length of the pond, you feel something sliding against your legs. You stop and look down and there’s nothing there, but you can feel it creeping up your thigh. You reach down to the space between your legs and your hand meets a wriggly mass that you can’t see, you try to grab it but it slips out your grasp and you jump when you feel it push into your exposed hole.

Naturally you start freaking out and make wild grabs for the foreign object but it just slides out your grasp each time and you feel the thing displace itself further up inside you. Suddenly, you feel so full you can barely breathe.

You swim to shore and heave yourself onto the grassy bank to discover your belly has paunched out a bit. You look down at yourself in confusion, with the amount of space you feel the thing taking up inside you, you expected to look bigger. Still, you try not to panic. You get up and walk back to your house awkwardly, trying to adjust to your new centre of gravity, still dripping wet.

You get back to your room to dry off and catch a glance at yourself in the mirror, yeah you do look bigger but, it can be mistaken for some weight gain or you can tell people you’re two months along.

The thought makes you chuckle.

You run your hand over the new curve of your belly and the thing inside you starts squirming wildly, you’re brought to your knees by the sudden movement and you start feeling hot. You get a rising urge to touch yourself, and your fingers immediately sink into your wet hole without a second thought. The other hand drifted to your nipple, rolling it between your fingers and the other working between your legs, you watch your reflection and see the movement under your skin has calmed a little.

Yet you feel a force push down on your hole and you feel something squishy come out. You lean back and spread yourself open to see what’s going on, only to see a clear gelatinous substance slowly peek out of you. So this is what is trying to make a home inside you. You grab it like before and, like before, it slips out of your hand and straight back up inside you.

You curse under your breath but you feel it make its slow descent once again and you hold your hand out ready to catch it… only for it to slip back inside without breaching your hole. You collapse onto your back from pleasure. it does this again and again, fucking you from the inside.

You lost count of how many times you came and you pass out. You wake up still on the floor, the morning light burning your eyes through your eyelids.

Getting up seems harder than it should be, you feel heavier and your belly feels… tight. You can’t find it in yourself to question it, your mind feels foggy as you stroke your swollen middle and you feel the slippery invader fill your hole from the inside again, pulsating in a rhythm you can’t place.

You head to the kitchen to get something to eat, deciding to make a sandwich with whatever is in your fridge, mindlessly snacking as you put it together. Your pussy throbbing and your belly tightening as you eat. You finish up in the kitchen and collapse on the couch in a haze of pleasure, feeling the slime roll around inside you. Without thinking you touch yourself again, chasing your high while the slime pumps itself in you.

You don’t know how many hours passed with you knuckle deep in yourself or when you even passed out, but when you opened your eyes the sun had just set. And yet the fact you fell asleep on the couch the entire day was not the most pressing thing.

A sharp pain passed through your belly, you looked down and almost screamed. Instead of the first trimester bump you were sporting just last night, you were now gravid. Practically overdue with twins.

The sharp pain passed through you again and you grabbed your belly with a cry. It was firm to the touch, taught like there was really something in there.

That’s when you felt something travelling down to your hole, it definitely wasn’t the slime. The slime was drippy and rolled around and it came down. No, this was hard and moved steady.

You instinctively pushed and it immediately reached the entrance of your hole, the ring on muscle being the only thing holding it inside. You pushed again and it popped out with almost no resistance.

Which wasn’t surprising since you were working yourself open for who knows how long, no doubt you were loose enough of these things to practically fall out of you. You strained to reach between your legs and picked up whatever it was you just birthed, holding up for closer inspection.

It looked like a glass ball about the size of an orange, but it was squishy like jelly. Were these things a part of the slime? It’s eggs?

You felt another descend almost immediately. You grabbed the blanket you keep in the corner of the couch and laid it down under your ass. Resting back on your elbows, you bore down hard. It popped out with no resistance and two more lined up.

You laboured for what felt like no time at all, yet you lost count of how many eggs actually birthed and your belly shrunk back down to normal. You lay back in the couch to catch your breath, looking at the pile between your legs shining in the moonlight.

You turned to look out the sliding door and your eyes fell on the pond out in the distance.

Yeah, that makes sense.

You stand up on shaky legs and gather the corners of the blanket to hold the eggs and shift them onto your back.

Out the door into the back garden, you make your way to the pond where you picked up the slime in the first place, and unceremoniously dump them into the water with scattered splashes.

You were almost sad it was over, never in your life did you come as hard as you did than these past two days. Covering yourself with the blanket you make your way back home, resigned to live with only the memory.

Pairing: Gender-neutral carrier ("You")/Gender-neutral dragon Theme(s): Monster pregnancy, dragon pregnancy, non-human pregnancy, implied oviposition

You sit by the mouth of the cave, looking out over the rugged mountain range where you now call home, a hand resting on the subtle curve of your belly, and wait for your dragon to return from their hunt.  

The faint bulge isn’t super obvious just yet, but it wasn’t there a few weeks ago.  Something about the change feels unreal, like a soft secret that’s buzzing with possibilities.  You trace slow circles over the surface of it, wondering if this is how life begins for their kind, if somewhere inside you a shell is forming, as fragile and bright as polished moonstone. 

The thought should unsettle you, but instead it fills you with an unexpected peace, tender in a way that feels older than words. You picture what it might be like to carry something so precious within you, to deliver such a gift with your dragon at your side, to feel the egg wobble and stir before the moment it hatches, and your heart swells at the idea of what you and your dragon may have made together.

Soon, you tell yourself.  Soon you’ll know for sure, and you imagine that your dragon will be quite pleased. 

Like. The baby isn't a participant. The baby is a plot point, like the backalley the characters fuck in or the booze they drank beforehand.

People obviously have other reasons not to be into it, but I'm talking specifically about the Weirdness™, the kind that leads one to make a post on Tumblr.com about obtaining the in-story consent of fictional characters, which is a stupid concept in the first place since they're fictional and not real, and how the baby can't consent. You've seen that post, I know you have. That kind of Weirdness™.

Imagine learning about a high quality erotic video game… maybe a mutual who shares a lot of your kinks sends you a copy saying it’s actually really good, one of the best games they’ve ever played, and you gotta try it. It’s even a souls-like, your favorite!

So you start it up and choose a difficulty—Easy Mode, since that’s where your mutual told you to start—though you notice Struggle Mode and chuckle. Then you get into the game itself.

It looks really good for an indie game, pretty low-poly but not so much that you can’t immediately tell the first enemy you encounter, a humanoid demon, has a dripping, rock-hard cock. Though the combat is challenging, you’ve got a lot of experience in this genre and you defeat him easily. You quickly discover that every single enemy has some kind of erect penetrative genitalia, and you begin to wonder if that’s the only “erotic” element of the gameplay. If so, it’s a little disappointing, but you’re genuinely enjoying it, so you play on.

It isn’t until the first boss that you finally reach 0 health. You watch as a cutscene begins to play. The grotesque quadrupedal boss pins your character to the floor, and your jaw goes slack as, instead of issuing the death blow you expect, the monster tears your character’s trousers down and mounts them from behind. Your character’s struggles become overwhelmed moans as the creature fucks them, and you’re shocked that the developers were able to communicate the idea of its massive cock making your character’s belly bulge with each thrust, given the graphics quality they’re working with. Incredible art direction, you think as you start to palm yourself over your pants. The sequence finally ends with your character wailing with an orgasm as the monster fills them with so much cum that their shirt rides up over their now-bulbous belly. They slump down, too burdened to walk, and a game over card reading “DEFEAT” appears.

You think that the flutter in your abdomen is just the excitement of choosing the “Retry” option.

The game gets a little more difficult as it continues, but most of the tension is from the knowledge of what will happen if you lose again. You almost want to get defeated on purpose to see more cutscenes, but there’s something more thrilling about trying your best and only being mounted if you’re not skilled enough. You can go back and 100% it later—you already know you’ll be playing again.

The second time you die, it’s to a werewolf enemy. You have to admit to yourself as you settle back to watch the cutscene that you may have been playing a little sloppy because you were distracted by its knot. The werewolf picks you up and bends you in half against a wall, knees forced almost to your shoulders so that the limited graphics can easily show its knot fucking into you. Whoever animated this put a remarkable amount of life into the motion—even without much detail, you can sense your character’s hole is resisting so intensely every time the huge intrusion pops in and out that you can almost feel it. Finally it locks inside of you and howls, and your character goes limp, resigning themself to however long they’re going to spend knotted on this monster’s cock.

You lose to the werewolf three more times, probably because you start touching yourself every time the Defeat animation plays. Eventually you cum to it, and it’s while you’re taking off your underwear and getting a towel to sit on that you notice your belly is a little bloated. You chalk it up to a fiber-heavy dinner and return to best the werewolf with your post-nut clarity.

Your next death is to a siren who lures you into the water with a status called “enchantment.” She pulls you off the shore and right onto her ovipositor, and another lovingly elaborate animation plays of her pumping her eggs inside of you.

It’s during this one that you swear you can feel something large but malleable slipping inside of you. You chalk it up to being incredibly horny at 2 AM, but then you start to feel little weights settling into you, and your gently rounded belly grows slightly lop-sided as something is deposited inside you.

Your character groans and writhes more as each egg slips inside, and finally opens their own shirt to clutch at their lumpy abdomen, which only grows larger and rounder as the clutch fills them. Their head tips backwards with a dizzy expression, and you’re pretty sure they’re drooling as the scene fades out.

You look down at your own belly, breath short as you press gently at the lumpy texture of the distention.

That’s when you shut the game off and go to bed.

You wake earlier than usual in the morning, sticky with sweat and aching low in your hips. Your eyes flutter, and you catch a glimpse of your belly. Then you wake up very fast. Your instinct is to sit upright as quickly as possible, but it’s a struggle with a heavy, stretch mark-striped pregnancy gut sloping from below your ribs. You put your hands on it and start to feel around, and gasp as movement flutters all throughout, your skin distorting and distending from so many angles that it’s not a question of what you’re carrying, but how many.

You contact your mutual, but they’re at work in a different time zone. You open the game files and check the Terms and Conditions, and start sweating as you see that when you agreed to them, you agreed to “the full sensory experience of the gameplay”. You try to find a website for the developers or a page for the game itself, but all you find are a few Reddit threads of people claiming a video game made them pregnant, and all of those got shut down by mods before anyone answered.

You’d like to say that you take the situation seriously and go to a hospital, or at least continue to research what could be happening. But by this point you’ve had a huge pregnant belly hanging between your legs for a half-hour, and you can’t help yourself anymore. You rub your bump and find yourself whimpering at the rhapsody of a life-long dream realized. It’s even better than you imagined, your stretched skin sensitive to the touch and your darkened, popped navel practically an erogenous zone.

Since you can’t reach to touch yourself, you have to improvise, and end up humping a stack of folded-up pillows, but that’s all you need with your hands exploring your lively, wriggling belly. Even the pressure and ache in your hips and lower back feels good. You get a few cramps, but assume it’s from the vigorous bouncing on your knees and ignore them— until all of the muscles seize around your abdomen and your belly tightens.

It’s a contraction.

Art comm by SV-Writer

After the moon turned red outside the Chapel, Arianna’s stomach had been aching something awful. All she could do was remain seated in her chair and try to rub the aching, swirling bloated feeling away. While the good hunter who suggested she take shelter here was gone on some errand, the feeling in her gut exploded suddenly, and before her very eyes, her belly expanded out under her dress. Inside of her, she felt something writhing and wiggling. Arriana stood up with a terrified scream and once she realized she was suddenly and inexplicably pregnant, she felt contractions begin to squeeze about by the second, fluids splashing onto the stone beneath her feet. This thing inside wanted out. Now.