#alien preg

"Amber? You okay...?"

Amber blinked, and looked between both Mark and Eve before her. "Wait, so just...if I may recap real quick," she started, leaning one hand against a wall, "you battled some weird wasp alien creature, and it got you with its stinger before dying..."

"Yes."

"And it got you...pregnant?"

Mark glanced away, blushing bashfully. "More or less," Eve confirmed. "We got some people to run some scans of him at the GDA. They think its an egg of some kind. Fortunately, I had some favors to turn in, so Cecil still doesn't know yet. We're the only people here who really know of this, besides Debbie."

"That's...that's crazy," Amber mumbled, grasping the side of her head. "How is this...working? And how's it gonna—"

"When it happens, it'll happen!" Mark quickly spoke up, clearly uncomfortable. "It's been about two weeks, and I just wanted to tell someone else to get this off my chest a bit. You're one of the few people I still trust closely. Was probably gonna tell William soon, too."

"I appreciate the trust. Believe me, I won't tell a soul. This is definitely weird side of super heroics stuff..." She sized up Mark, noticing the large hoodie he wore. "...are you showing by now?"

"Amber!" Mark exclaimed in distress.

"Oh, he totally is," Eve nodded with a chuckle.

"Eve...," he huffed in exasperation.

"Can I see it?" Amber inquired, with some renewed interest.

"Come on..." He turned to Eve as if for some way out.

All she did was smile at him. "It's fine. From what I know, pregnant people love getting their bellies rubbed."

He rolled his eyes. "Ugh...fine...," he sighed. Reaching down, he grasped the hem of his hoodie, and after a moment's hesitation, he lifted it up, revealing just how much the hoodie was truly hiding. Amber's eyes widened in shock; had she not just been told he got impregnated weeks ago, she could have reasoned he was nearly due.

"Oh my god," she gasped, stepping forward and reaching a hand out. "You're HUGE!!"

"Gee, thanks, Amber..."

Her face flushed, just realizing what she said. "Oh, no, I-I meant, like..."

"No, it's fine, really. I am...massive..."

"The pregnancy is likely accelerated due to the alien being bug-like," Eve clarified, pointing at her partner's belly. "Mark is probably gonna pop sometime the end of this month, maybe start of next month. Either way, baby is due soon."

"Can you not say it like that? I feel like I actually will pop here."

"Oh, please. You think this is a lot?" Amber chuckled with a raised eyebrow, patting the side of his bump. "You should see the pictures my mom has when she was pregnant with me. I was a pretty large baby, all considered." She looked down and started rubbing his stomach. "Jeez, your skin is ridiculously soft..."

"Well, uh, Eve does a lot of oil rubs..."

"Nah, I just supply the oils," Eve clarified with a wink, reaching over to feel his bump as well. "He's the one who takes care of it. All Marky-Mark work here."

"Aww, that's cute!"

"Oh, brother...," Mark sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Ah, come on, Mark. You got two girls rubbing your pregnant belly. What could be better?"

The pregnancies were more extreme than anything here, and you were curious. You were greedy, selfish, wanting to know what was happening as well as get in on it.

At your last check up before labor with your current set of twins (a change of pace to make sure your body was still doing well), you asked your doctor about it.

“Oh, yes, there is a separate breeding facility for a different project. We are helping produce population for an alien species.” Dr. Ambrosia says, looking over your paperwork, “Honestly, hun, with your history, you would be a perfect candidate.”

After expressing your interest, she goes on, “Instead of being inseminated artificially, you will have sex with one of our volunteers. You get put up in an apartment home for the next few weeks and stay with him. Since the pregnancy is different from humans, there are some changes.”

Your doctor tells you about how these pregnancies last a little longer even while accelerated, and that the side effects are different. That’s why you stay with the father.

You sign some paper work and not even three days after you give birth, you are whisked away to the second floor.

Your new home is lovely, a studio with a small kitchen with a stocked pantry, a living and dining room, and a bed in the far corner.

You are only standing in the room for three minutes before a man enters. He is tall, broad, and his skin gives off a purple hue. He smiles at you before walking toward you.

His handsome features captivate you, making it easy when you realize he’s the one you’ll be having sex with. It’s not long before you are on all fours on the bed, completely naked as he plows into you.

His dick is quite large and when he comes, he releases more than you anticipated, leaving you bloated with cum.

You fall asleep soon after than, but wake to your hunger. Not only for food but also for him.

You break open the snack pantry, devouring three sleeves of cookies and crackers in less than five minutes. When you finally pause, you look down to see your stomach has swelled to look six months large already. Your belly isn’t as firm as it normally is, it’s a little softer, and you rub your hands over it excitedly.

“Do you feel it?” a voice calls behind you.

You turn around to see the man.

“Do you feel hungry for food and hungry for more seed?”

You find yourself nodding at him. He smiles and as he fucks you across the dining table he whispers in your ear the fact that he got you more pregnant.

Was it possible that this species could impregnate the same person more than once at a time? You came to the idea that you would be absolutely massive in just a few days.

And massive you were. Not even six more rounds of sex and you were barely able to walk. You were sprawled out on the couch presently, as your man fed you dinner.

When he wasn’t feeding you, he was fucking you. It was a lovely time. He took great care of you.

The best part was the companionship, the belly rubs, the food, the help getting up out of a chair.

With all the fucking you were doing, you had to keep eating. Every time he fucked you, a new baby was added. Along with the growth spurts from the already present babies, you were getting large quite fast.

Your belly was past your knees in just a few days. You couldn’t see your feet. Your arms had to rest on your belly with how wide you were. All you wore was a skimpy tank top that barely covered the swell of your breasts.

Your man constantly rubbed your belly. You found that when he mumbled something near your navel, your belly started to swell even more. You wondered when you would ever stop growing. You didn’t mind though.

A doctor came to visit on the fourth day, after countless fucks and more food than you had ever eaten in your past pregnancies combined. You were seated up right in the bed, where you hadn’t been able to move from since this morning.

Your doctor said you looked good though, and that once the very first baby implanted was ready for labor the rest would follow shortly after. She said it could still be a few days or even a week.

You moaned as you ran your hands over the swell of your belly. It was gargantuan. You couldn’t see the TV anymore. You could only see belly.

You moved your hands to your breasts which were more sensitive than ever. You were hornier than you had ever been.

As if senses your needs, you felt a pair of hands descend on your belly, rubbing in big circles. The man you had once described as a giant was now looking small in comparison to you.

“Are you hungry for more?” he asks.

“I just ate 10 minutes ago?” you ask back confused.

“no,” he says, “hungry for more of this.”

he mumbles against your skin and you feel a flutter of kicks, hearing a gurgle of motion as your belly expands even more.

You moan at the sensation, horny as ever by your expanding body, and he slides his cock into you.

When the expansion finally stops, he comes, dumbing another round of cum, another child into your already colossal dome of a belly.

“I can’t move,” you mumble later as he feeds you more food to feed your young.

“You don’t need to move, only grow.”

This is an insanely crazy mess you’ve gotten yourself into, but you can’t seem to mind.

~~~

It’s officially been a week, with no sign of stopping. The bed you are resting on must be made of extreme materials, because you now fill most of it, and your partner has to sleep on the couch.

Despite your massive size, he still fucks you, still mumbles his expansive words on you, still feeds you like there is no tomorrow.

With all the kicking and constant motion within your belly, you want them out. You miss going for walks outside. You miss when your tits werent taking up most of your vision.

You miss not being horny constantly. It was fine with the other pregnancies but with how large you’ve become you feel nothing but the need of release.

Your man is preparing food in the small kitchen, and you can barely see him around the large dome of your belly. You are seated half propped up in bed, which is the only comfortable way you’ve been able to lay these past few days.

You’re debating asking him to fuck you after he feeds you. Part of you wants it extremely badly. The other part of you isn’t sure how much bigger you can handle being. If you’re this horny at this size how much worse will it get before you finally go into labor?

As you see him finish up in the kitchen, you stroke the sides of your massively inflated midsection. You haven’t seen your belly button in days, let alone be able to touch it.

When you see him start to walk towards you, you feel it. Not labor, no, but another growth spurt. Oh god.

You aren’t sure how it’s possible for you to get any bigger, but you do, as you frantically rub your hands in circles around your belly. Whenever there’s a growth spurt, the babies inside of you get riled up, causing something along the lines between pain and pleasure.

Your man sees this, and sets down the plate next to you and plants his hands on your belly too. His eyes are filled with hunger but you aren’t even sure he will be able to reach your core to do anything about it. He’s filled you up so much. To the absolute max.

You’re immobile, completely owned by this man at this point. at his will.

You wondered how much longer you could last.