Nicole ✨

Being caught and overwhelmed so quickly you don’t even have time to feel afraid before something throbbing and delicious has been shoved into your mouth and gushed an aphrodisiac down your throat. In no time at all you’re spreading your legs unprompted, drooling around your gag, eyes glazed, humping and twitching and moaning on nothing. An ovipositor or tentacle is shoved inside you, not quite roughly, just practically. It’s a good thing nobody is around (you think) because you’re making a complete fool of yourself, not even able to feel humiliated anymore. Moaning and whimpering like a mindless animal while it pumps away inside you, reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust. It keeps feeding you its aphrodisiac slime and you keep taking its pounding with rolled-back eyes and an arched back. Your body won’t stop spasming around it, overcome with pleasure, the tip of its ovipositor bulging in your stomach. You’re dripping with arousal and its slime. Fertile and full. Begging it to breed you, to give you what your body needs so badly.

Then it stops, buried as deep inside you as it could get, your insides stretched so wide around it you couldn’t close your legs if you tried, bent in a humiliating position that would be very uncomfortable if you weren’t blissed out of your mind.

It removes its organ from your mouth and shifts its weight, lowers itself down to the perfect angle to fill you. It makes a sound like a groan and then it starts swelling even more inside you. You gasp and claw at the ground and drool as it fattens up inside you, and that’s when you feel something even wider press against your entrance. You can feel the ovipositor inside you flexing, pushing, and with a pop, the round object breaches you. It’s the size of a normal bird egg, but it’s squishier, easier for you body to take. You feel it pumped along the ovipositor, stretching out your walls even more, and then plop into you, hot and wet. Followed by another. And another.

It doesn’t take long till you’re cumming from overstimulation and how fucking good it feels with every egg, your mind a little bit broken, babbling senselessly till the creature stuffs something else in your mouth - another tentacle, fingers, a tongue - to shut you up. You start feeling full. Then stuffed. And then it’s unbearable and your body can’t stop seizing up, can’t stop cumming, can’t stop losing its mind over how it feels to be used and bred so thoroughly.

You’ve almost passed out by the time it shudders with that same groaning noise and suddenly a gush fills you up even more, spilling over and warming the eggs plumping your gut, pumping and pumping into you without pause like a hose. When it finally drags its ovipositor out of you, you hazily expect everything to gush out of your ruined hole, but it doesn’t.

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.

The sun peeks through the curtains of the apartment and brings a radiance to her copper skin that is simply marvelous. Jessica slumbers deeply but peacefully, though every few breaths catches, causing her to snort and Geoff to smile like a buffoon. There’re these brief moments every Saturday that he gets to simply enjoy her beauty and feel absolutely euphoric that he’s in love with her and she with him. But staring at her like this can also lead to trouble, and Geoff can already feel it throbbing in his crotch.

He quickly and quietly gets up from the bed and dashes over to the dresser. In the top drawer, he fumbles through the socks until he finds a condom and rips it open from the packaging. Excitement wells as he scoops a finger under his waistband and drops his underwear to the floor. Just staring at Jessica and thinking about the curve of her body has made Geoff as ready as he needs to be and he has little trouble applying the prophylactic. He leans down, sliding between the sheets until his body presses up against hers.

The movement hardly registers with her though she does subconsciously push her self into the snuggle, her incredible ass pressing up into Geoff's crotch. He starts out innocently enough, simply spooning her, running his hands over her outrageous hips, enjoying the lovely curve of her waist. But then, his intentions turn to the more devious and he says a quiet word of gratitude that Jessica likes to sleep in nothing but a camisole and panties. He hooks the waistband and slides the underwear down her thighs before he carefully teases his head at her lips.

to swell unexpectedly. to have my belly round out slowly enough to not be noticed in the hours i spend working, travelling, keeping busy… to finally have a chance to sit down and notice that all my balance has tipped forward. to sit on my bed, legs spread and back arched— arching, actually— since noticing the swell has made it faster.

my hand traces the stretching skin and i whine at the sensitivity. my skin reddens and blossoms with fresh stretch marks. my belly button pushes and pushes and pushes out until— it pops. innie to outie. the sensation makes me moan but my focus drops to my hips widening out to support the swell, ass filling out to protect the swell, thighs rubbing together to bear the new weight.

it hurts so good. i can’t tell how much more i’ve changed. i can’t see over my belly, and i can’t reach around it. i can’t touch myself and douse the heat that’s making my pussy throb.

i’m forced backwards. as my back touches my mattress, my legs tremble and i feel myself leak between my thighs, making a mess. i want to cum. i want to get even bigger. i want more and more and more.

When there’s days of the week where he looks at you and all he can think about is making that empty tummy full of life.

When in his wedding vows he mentions “our future children” like he knows he’s going to practice putting them in you during the honeymoon.

When he scoops up a child in his arms and catches you staring a bit too long. So he smirks and says “You think we could handle a few of these?”

When you’re finally pregnant, and all he does is dote on you. Buying every pregnancy prep book, giving you his old stuffed animal or blankie for the new baby, running out to get you that McDonald’s apple pie you’re craving at 1am.

When he slowly drags his fingers across your belly, counting the deep red stretch marks starting to form to accommodate the stretch of the little human(s) he put in you. And he just stares in awe, because how you’re so perfect and how your body is just a miracle is beyond him.

Cradle of the Night

Pairing: Gender-neutral carrier ("You")/non-gendered vampire Theme(s): Permanent pregnancy, potential body horror (due to never-ending pregnancy), vampires, monstrous lover, pregnant fluff, pampering Word count: 386

You wake each night heavy with a weight that will never lessen. The child inside you stirs, as eternal as you are, tucked safe and still beneath your heart. Your sire calls this eternal pregnancy of yours a blessing, an unexpected side effect of your turning, and never fails to revere you like you’re some sort of deity.  

“You are perfection incarnate,” they whisper, brushing cold fingers across your distended belly as though tracing the lines of a sacred text.  You almost believe them.

The city outside is a cacophony of humanity, neon, and the sound and stink of engines, but in the dim apartment that makes up your nest, everything is quiet and peaceful. Your sire brings you fresh blood every night so you don’t have to hunt, keeping you ensconced in soft blankets though you don’t feel the chill. They kneel beside you and speak to the child as if it’s theirs, as if it hears their words, their laughter, their silly stories.

“My darling,” they murmur to your belly, “your parent carries you so beautifully. I will make certain that neither of you ever knows fear, or pain, or hunger. Only love.”

They kiss your skin reverently, as though every inch of you is sacred. When they rise to depart for their evening responsibilities, they smooth your hair back with careful claws, coax you to rest against an ever-growing mound of pillows, and make sure you want for nothing, despite your feeble protests.

“You deserve every comfort I can possibly provide,” they insist. “Both of you do.”

Sometimes they read aloud to you, regaling you with fairy tales, poems, and the contents of books they’ve stumbled on during their nighttime wanderings. Other nights, they hum unfamiliar lullabies from centuries long past. You catch their gaze lingering on you, hungry not for your blood but for the sight of you as you are—a newly-turned vampire, your belly forever swollen, and utterly radiant in their blood-red eyes.

And you? You feel adored. Cherished. You don’t know if this is what eternity was meant to be, but it’s what you have: your sire’s arms around you, their voice in your ear, their endless tenderness for both you and the never-changing child still cradled in your womb.

Every night begins the same. Every night, you are loved.