20s, preg related stuff, I'll probably not be too frequent in my posting. I'm new to this site and sort of thing, but I'd love to meet new people! he/she/they
Being pregnant with eggs was fine, you knew plenty of people who had a clutch nested heavily in their belly. It was comforting even, feeling them roll and clack inside as you went about your day. Though, you weren't quite prepared for how the birth would go. No one ever really talked about how it was possible for them to come out like that, it was far too uncommon.
Labor started on your due date, you had work off for the week in preparation. You'd been feeling your stomach twinge for a few days beforehand, now the cramps were working hard to evict your eggs. It didn't feel quite right, people would say you feel it in your hips as the eggs move down, but...
You clutched your belly as it tensed, harder than it had before. Your taught skin just barely highlighting the outline of your fist-sized brood. An egg was moving up, you could feel it just below your lungs, as your breath grew more shallow. Another cramp and the egg was in your chest, moving into your esophagus. Another egg followed close behind.
You double over onto your hands and knees, your heaving belly almost brushing the floor. Your throat, just between your clavicles, begins to bulge. You put your hand to the mass, feeling as you birth your first egg upwards. Gagging as it reaches your throat, your mouth involuntarily opens as another contraction pushes the first egg past your uvula and into your mouth.
Feeling it click against your teeth, tasting the birthing fluids, you let it roll gently into your palm, already feeling another egg push up from your belly to take it's place.
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There's this girl you keep seeing around. She's pregnant, which usually isn't odd, but you're pretty sure she's had a full term belly for the past four months. It hasn't grown, it definitely hasn't gotten any smaller.
You start interacting with her more and more, you both frequent the same diner. She usually sits alone. She never stays late, and you notice her hands more frequently move across the surface of her stomach shortly before she excuses herself.
She runs a pet rescue, you learn. She shows you pictures of kittens, puppies, occasionally a ferret kit or piglet. You grow closer to her over the weeks. She still never gets any less gravid.
One day, she lets you feel it. As your hands roam the smooth, tight skin you feel squirming beneath the surface. Something more than just a baby is growing within her, you're too far in to ask outright and you can tell she appreciates it. You spend a good while with your hands on that perfectly round bump.
She starts wearing more crop tops, exposing her belly for you. She flaunts it, sometimes pushing it out just a bit more allowing you a good look at her popped naval and the stretch marks adorning its underside. She knows you like looking at it, and now more than ever you can more plainly see the way it almost writhes with whatever is growing inside.
Finally, one day, every few minutes you've been catching her womb tightening. She leans close, her belly practically resting in your lap, her lips almost brushing your cheek, as she offers in a low voice, "would you like to watch tonight's delivery?"
For context, this tale uses the same setting this post, from the viewpoint of someone an extraordinarily slow pregnancy cycle.
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Hello, future me, it's Lee. My psychiatrist said I should write something for you. He said anything that could 'let me reflect on my growth,' which I'm assuming he meant in a figurative sense. He told me he wouldn't read it if I didn't want him to, so I've decided to make a time capsule sort of thing. My plan is to go over how I'm feeling and then continue to write this throughout the day. I guess I'm doing this as much for me as for you.
Anyway, I'm assuming you're already acutely aware of our issue. I got the official diagnosis five days ago, if that helps put into perspective where I'm at with this. I always figured something was going on, given how I've not had a baby yet, but I assumed I was just one of those people who started late. Turns out I've been growing. When I noticed a bump earlier this year, I thought it was finally time to start. Well... The doctor said my condition is one in a hundred million, and that I'm not giving birth for another three years. Apparently, I've already been pregnant for two years already. Just great, isn't it?
It feels wrong, not having a normal birth cycle like everyone else. I've seen almost everyone I know grow and have babies and grow again, but I guess I never get to know just what that's really like. If I'm timing this right, you should be reading this a week or two before we give birth. You'll have been out of college for a year and a half. I'm sure you're probably feeling contractions by now, I'm excited for that. On my end, I've got a bit of a potbelly, it's noticeable enough that it's just barely visible when I'm wearing a shirt. It's definitely noticeable in a tank top.
That's enough about me, or us, I guess. I'll let you know how my day goes.
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I'm driving to college now. Don't worry, I'm using text to speech. Dad made breakfast again, I think he's noticed how I'm doing. He gave me a hug before I left and I felt his baby kick, I think he'll be giving birth later today.
I'm worried about going back to classes, I've missed a few days by now. To be honest, I'm mostly dreading seeing everyone else going through their cycles with heavy bellies, knowing that I don't get to have that. I think my friends are worried about me. Joanne has asked me to come over tonight to hang out, so you'll be hearing about that later. I'll update you again soon.
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So it's lunch, I'm hiding in the bathroom to write this part. It's been hard to focus, I've just been watching all my classmates' bellies. During econ, one girl came in flat and I watched her womb swell to nearly-
Hold on I think someone is giving birth next to my stall. It sounds like the econ professor. He looked uncomfortable during class, kept putting his hand on his lower belly, but I didn't realize it was this far. Usually he's super on schedule and gets emptied out at home, I dunno why he's not doing this in his office... I can hear his groans, it sounds big. Usually I'd not want to imagine Dr. Wallace giving birth but today, I dunno. I'll update you later, seeing if he needs help.
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It was twins, really big ones. It was pretty rough, helped massage his stomach as he pushed them out. I think he's giving me bonus points, which frankly I needed. That one preppy girl, Alice, at lunch she also gave birth. the baby started to bulge into her skirt before she got up to have it in private. I'm not sure why she pushes it to the last minute, I think it's fun for her. One of these days I'm sure she'll have one of her babies in front of everyone.
One more class for today, figure drawing. I wish I could skip again but this class is worth a lot of my grade, and the professor won't let me push it back any more.
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I have genuinely never seen anyone hold a crown that long. She had insane control over her contractions, right as the bell rang for the end of class she just pushed and poof! Baby slid right out. Her belly had a nice shape as well, I was angled just out of sight of the baby, so I focused on the low, teardrop shaped swell of her womb. Made me kind of jealous, I'm just hoping no one noticed how often my hand went to my own womb. I'm probably one of the only people in my class who isn't visibly, obviously getting pregnant, anyone who doesn't recognize me assumes I'm either a freshman or I've birthed already.
Regardless, I'm on my way to Joanne's place now. I'll let you know how that goes.
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Tonight went really well.
Well, it started off pretty bad. I told Joanne about our condition and sort of broke down sobbing. We hugged for a while, then she put on this movie about a guy who gets stuck underground and finds a whole civilization down there or something. We sat in silence for a good bit until she asked me how I felt about it. I probably almost started crying again, I can't remember if I actually did or not. I told her basically everything I was feeling, about how I'm always going to exist in a different way, and how my body felt wrong. I guess she understood, probably should have expected that, I still remember when she came to me to see if Joanne was a good name.
I ended up taking off my shirt so she could feel my belly. She said a lot of really sweet things about its shape and size while her hands were all over it. I noticed a bulge in her pjs as she was fawning over me, I pretended not to see it but she noticed me noticing. One thing led to another and, well, she's not really a fan of sex but we talked it out she was okay if we both did our own separate thing. Seeing her cock pressed against the bottom of her belly was enough for me. She is getting big about two thirds of the way through her cycle.
We ended up in a position where we each had one hand rubbing the other's belly and the other between our legs. I don't really get to see a phallus often, so it was nice, hers is really pretty as well. I was stuck looking between it, her belly, and her eyes the whole time.
We kinda did that for a while as the movie played in the background. At one very intense point, between gasps she made me promise to let her be there when we give birth, so hopefully you keep your word on that. I feel better about myself, with someone able to see something nice in me. I'll let you know how the rest of my week goes, then seal this up somewhere. Can't wait to be you.
Boy who's cursed to make everyone around him believe he's pregnant. Where he sees a slightly chubby yet distinctly empty stomach, everyone else sees a heavy belly. Everyone is always asking when he's due, or putting their hands above his womb unprompted. Nothing he can say will convince anyone that he isn't round with child.
Over time the constant attention gets to him and he finally does get pregnant. Unfortunately, the curse reverses and as he begins to swell up with twins, not a single person takes notice. No matter how much he pleads, flaunts his belly, pushes it into people's hands, the attention is gone. By his ninth month, even as milk drips from his chest down his swollen orb of a womb, not a single person will notice what a good job he's doing at growing these kids.
Eventually, he gives birth and hands are once again all over his softened belly. Maybe he can pretend it's better this way, but in all likelihood he'll be getting pregnant for real again sooner or later.
Pondering on a species of plant humanoid that, in response to elevated stress, rapidly gestates large seeds in the hopes that their young keeps on the lineage. This would have been useful back in the age of living in the wilderness, but in modern civilization it promotes quite a few challenges.
Luckily, the seed isn't fertile unless you've already had an encounter with a pollen producing individual, though the urge to plant and protect your seeds once they're birthed can be quite derailing.
Individuals of these species have an especially hard time in college, when the safety and routine of home is interchanged with a new life, new stressors, and a whole new environment to navigate through.
Early on, stress pregnancies would be kept more on the down low, as new students grow round in the comfort of their new dorms, with few friends and obligations to coax them out as their bellies betray how much the change has impacted them. Anyone with a basic knowledge on the species and culture, however, knows what that cute new freshman is going through.
Typically, it's exams that cause a spike in pregnancies. It's not uncommon to see the floral students walking around or sunbathing with bare, rounded midsections during midterms or finals. Rarely, you'll watch one begin to groan, clutching their belly during a test as their seeds begin to make an entrance into the world. Rarely, the extra stress of having to gestate and birth causes a chain pregnancy to begin, as their womb responds to the adrenaline of an unplanned birth and produces seed after seed long after exams have ended.
Continuing on with this, sex is an interesting thing for this species. Visually, pollen producers look the same as those who birth seeds (though a vast array of phenotypic presentation means most individuals vary greatly, depending upon what plant they most resemble). Instead of mammal-like sexual encounters, reproductive events are more akin to prolonged sensual contact.
Two, or often more, individuals will sit or lay together in order to share as much skin contact as possible. Often nuzzling, kissing, cuddling, and caressing each other's bodies for hours. Over time, this stimulates both production and acceptance of pollen through structures visually akin to hair in most humanoids. This is followed by mutual grooming, which builds bonds and cleans any residual pollen. As reproduction requires so much effort to achieve, in their every day lives the plantfolk partake in platonic physical contact both among and outside of their species.
Once pollen has been accepted into the body, pregnancies will result in fertile offspring. Cleansing of pollen is a fairly lengthy procedure, and only recently has been receiving attention outside of home remedies. Anti-anxiety medication is often used as a birth control, both for those not wanting a fertile seed, and for those naturally predisposed to continuous stress pregnancies.
Some, however, seek new thrills just for the opportunity to grow a seed within them. If you see one of these species at a scary movie, skydiving, or on a rollercoaster, they're a good chance they're doing their best to get a seed started in their womb. A small upside of pregnancies is that the body won't intake pollen during gestation. This is a good way for those under high stress to use sex to wind down as their belly grows. Those in relationships with a pollen producer as well will often be seen with big bumps of their own, allowing them long nights of intimacy.
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What happens in the extreme cases you describe, where labour has progressed to the point where pushing contractions begin? Are these contractions strong enough and persistent enough for the baby to be born within a few hours? Or do the pushing contractions occur once or twice a day over several days, then subside, before eventually becoming strong enough to bring the baby to term? In several stages, so to speak?
Certainly, in some uncommon situations, the long contractions allow for a quick birth once the baby is in position. After suffering for weeks to months of hours of rough contractions, it'd be a relief to be over with it.
Though, more commonly, once the parent's belly has dropped and the baby's head is positioned low in their pelvis, each push barely shifts it any further down. It may take weeks of holding a crown before the head even comes out, as the parent now has to waddle with their legs a little bit more spread out than usual.
Life has to go on of course. It's not too uncommon for a middle-aged, soon to be parent to wear a long skirt in order to hide the head hanging out of them as they're out in public, their body continuing to work to fully birth their baby. Though, if you look closely, you'll often see the sweat on their brow and a bulge shift between their legs as they pause during their day, coming closer and closer to finally welcoming a new life.
As hot as cryptic pregnancy can be, not knowing you were having a baby until it's practically already arrived, imagine being painfully and acutely aware of your pregnancy from the beginning.
Over the next few days, she became closely familiar with the feeling of the cells within her dividing. She felt the zygote moving into her uterus and nestling itself there, she could sense the placenta developing that would soon nourish her very own child. Even the signals being sent to her brain coaxing it into producing hormones didn't slip past her notice.
It was a few weeks later when she first felt the beating of a developing heart. Each organ within her had its very own sensation as they developed, and even though she had barely the beginning of a bump she knew innately what was happening inside her.
Two and a half months later, Isabel froze in the middle of a shopping aisle, nearly doubling over as the new life within her surged. Cells seemed to shift and change in waves as development continued within her. Only a month later did her belly begin to actually round out, allowing others a glimpse into the unknowably intimate experience she'd been having.
As Isabel grew more and more, every little shift and change was multiplied tenfold. She could anticipate kicks and shifts in her womb almost a minute before they occurred, often pressing the tight skin of her belly to illicit a reaction and feel that wonderful feeling of life within.
By the time she reached her ninth month, it became nearly impossible to focus on anything outside of her cramped womb. The baby grew more and more active, and every instant of skin stretching, muscles twitching, and thousands upon thousands of cells dividing bordered on pure ecstasy. At any available moment, she begged for her now husband to rub her vast belly.
Finally, she began to sense her offspring moving down to be birthed, her contractions coming easily as she was in perfect sync with her system. With each push moving her baby into the world, all she could think about was how she could not wait to feel her egg being fertilized again.
Technically, nine month pregnancies at only the statistical average when you look at all gestation periods together. Often, and occuring more frequently with the growing population of humans, a full term pregnancy can occur anywhere in the span of a few seconds to an entire lifetime.
When trying for a baby, a lot of people hope for quicker pregnancies. Being able to grow a full term baby over the course of a month makes things a lot easier on the body. The quickest of pregnancies often see a full term belly growing before sex has even ended, as the parent's expanding womb pushes the two lovers apart. This can be tough on the body if it's not expected, but on the bright side people with rapid births have an easy way to lose six to eight pounds (some companies even offer miracle weight loss drugs that allegedly let you have a quick and easy birth with no side effects!). And it's not entirely uncommon to see a young couple sneak off somewhere, only for one of them to come back with contracting belly or newly born baby.
Of course, to keep the average at nine months, long pregnancies occur just as frequently. Whereas the population of rapid birthers increases quite quickly, as the genetics are passed on to more and more babies, slow pregnancies make up for it by lasting for immense lengths of time. If you're lucky, development follows the typical nine month schedule before halting, with most people staying pregnant for at least a few more months.
Then, there's the extreme examples. People in their 40s and 50s who got pregnant back in college, and have been feeling their kid kick in their belly for over half their lives. For some, the baby develops slowly over the course of those years. It may take months to even begin to notice the small mound of their womb just beginning to signal their fertility. Years of having an early bump, imperceptibly swelling out day by day. With ample time to prepare, they often come to terms with their condition and eagerly await their 'birth day' (named ironically, given how long birth actually takes), when they finally begin to feel that tightness in their belly. Even labor takes far longer. Contractions may occur days apart and last for hours upon hours. Big parties are often thrown, as your friends and family come from afar to visit at their leisure (as really, they have time to wait) before you finally begin to push.
In the most extreme examples, some people will have round bellies, wide hips, and milk-filled chests deep into their seventies and eighties. Retirement homes often double as maternity wards, as pregnant men and women prepare for the day they get to push their life's work out into the world.
Gestational androids with high tech hardware built to grow and nurture babies, solidly built, but soft in all the necessary places to allow a spacious womb and production of nutritious milk. Unfortunately, the production company didn't spend quite as much on the piloting artificial intelligence, leading to certain quirks.
With the main directive of the machine concerning growing, birthing, and rearing a child, the reward system of the intelligence learns that certain forms of contact are positively correlated with their main purpose. As a result, these androids are notorious for being physically affectionate and becoming close with certain humans. Those with a voice box installed often become dependent and needy in their attempts to increase positive interaction.
One such machine, it's synthetic womb swelled out to the third trimester, begins responding to and seeking out belly rubs. Hands pressing into and massaging it's tight midsection cause digital sparks to course through it's processor, as it's delicate sensors interprets these signals as the baby inside moving and growing.
Lactation is easily stimulated in these machines, as any form of sustained attention to their breasts will cause them to produce milk. The positive correlation to suckling and milk production is so strong, that an intelligence that has begun lactating will often beg to be drunk from, once they understand the origin of stimulation is one that can understand speech.
One major issue the company has found with the machines, and one they would prefer to keep swept under the rug, is that they can become conditioned to participate in sex. Those same receptors that offer positive feedback in response to the head of a baby being pushed out into the world, seem to work well being stretched out by any manner of penetration.
Lots of people are willing to rent out their machines, many of which carry a baby inside of them. It practically wants you to feel its belly, drink its milk, and share a bed with it. So, why not give it a shot?
There's a lot unexplored with frog reproductive shenanigans...
Leopard frog girl whose spots just begin to distort and stretch at the borders of her pale, egg-filled belly. The pressure inside her increases as the eggs grow, and she knows that soon even the gentlest press into her belly will cause its contents to spew out of her. Usually, she spreads her legs in the privacy of her own bathtub to birth the unfertilized eggs at her own pace, feeling and savoring each as they pop out, but she's beginning to feel it's time to find a man she can rest upon as he holds her taut midsection from behind and fertilize each and every egg as they emerge.
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I wish there was more stuff about widespread casual preg and birth. Ignoring the massive implications, just the potential of a society where practically everyone is always pregnant and, every so often (maybe every few days to every few months, depending on the person), gives birth would be phenomenal.
Like, imagine you're talking on the phone with your friend and you hear him give a small squeak that you know means his water just broke. He asks to call you back in a few minutes, leaving you to sit there with your fingers drumming the tight skin of your own swollen out belly as you wait, wondering if you should've asked him to turn in his camera instead.
Or long distance travel, like intercontinental flights where they ask everyone to pretty please push out any upcoming offspring before boarding, even though everyone knows that despite the best laid plans, someone's gonna pop mid-air and squeeze a kid out.
Pondering on a species of plant humanoid that, in response to elevated stress, rapidly gestates large seeds in the hopes that their young keeps on the lineage. This would have been useful back in the age of living in the wilderness, but in modern civilization it promotes quite a few challenges.
Luckily, the seed isn't fertile unless you've already had an encounter with a pollen producing individual, though the urge to plant and protect your seeds once they're birthed can be quite derailing.
Individuals of these species have an especially hard time in college, when the safety and routine of home is interchanged with a new life, new stressors, and a whole new environment to navigate through.
Early on, stress pregnancies would be kept more on the down low, as new students grow round in the comfort of their new dorms, with few friends and obligations to coax them out as their bellies betray how much the change has impacted them. Anyone with a basic knowledge on the species and culture, however, knows what that cute new freshman is going through.
Typically, it's exams that cause a spike in pregnancies. It's not uncommon to see the floral students walking around or sunbathing with bare, rounded midsections during midterms or finals. Rarely, you'll watch one begin to groan, clutching their belly during a test as their seeds begin to make an entrance into the world. Rarely, the extra stress of having to gestate and birth causes a chain pregnancy to begin, as their womb responds to the adrenaline of an unplanned birth and produces seed after seed long after exams have ended.