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.

~~~

Day one leaves little to focus on except your eating. While you don’t mind eating a lot of food, you didn’t realize how much food would be required. Your belly sticks out a bit, but your clothing still fits well.

You ask around to see what you could expect from a multiples pregnancy, hoping to hear a rough estimate of how many people typically carry, but you get a wide range of numbers from just twins to 6 or 7 babies.

You can’t tell if the thought of seven babies terrified or excites you. You love watching yourself grow.

~~~

“Oh my, you’re carrying triplets!”

You smile at the easy number while also being happy that you didn’t get stuck with just twins.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” your doctor asks.

“Yeah, actually,” you say, “My clothing is getting tight and I still have two days left, is there anyway to get new clothing?”

“I apologize but we can only request clothing before pregnancies. It’s a rule from the higher ups. I’ll be able to get you some for the next pregnancy but for this you’ll have to stick with these.”

“But by day five this will be so exposing!”

“Apologies!”

It feels like some silly joke, but as you go home, you realize just how many exposed bellies you see. You don’t mind all that much as your shirt rests just above your belly button.

~~~

The biggest difference in accelerating a multiples pregnancy is the way you feel yourself growing.

Every once in a while, in a calm moment, you could look down and notice your belly getting a little bit larger, a little bit fuller. Your clothes a little bit tighter.

Your shirt has stopped fitting when you woke up on your fourth day. It was acting more like a sports bra at this point, barely containing your breasts that had grown quite large overnight.

You were constantly stroking your belly, trying to calm the kicks but also trying to feel like it was covered. Having your full navel on display was a bit much.

It was around dinner time on your fifth day when you felt yourself grow the most, and you knew others could see it too. You were on your fifth meal of the day and had decided to be ambitious and eat in the common area.

As you shoved pasta into your mouth, you paused from a strange sensation, placing your hands on your stomach as it gurgled.

Before you knew it, it was like you were inflating. Your fingertips that had been touching now separated and your thighs widen to accommodate the space your belly was starting to take up.

A few people looked on, some in strange fascination and a few others with a knowing look.

You couldn’t help the moan you let out once you felt how your breasts had grown a bit too. Your hips felt plush within the seat at the dining table and the table itself was now pressing into your large dome of a belly.

It was over in just a few minutes, but once you realized it was done, you worked to get out of your seat, hoping to get home to relieve the horniness that the growth spurt had created.

Getting out of the chair took a minute, but you were walking as fast as you could once you got up.

When you laid on your bed with your vibrator on, eager to get off, you reached down, only to realize you couldn’t reach your clit at all. Your belly was in the way.

You groaned in frustration, hoping the other, longer vibrator you had could work.

It did, and soon enough you were coming on your sheets, one hand rubbing the vibrator across your nether regions while your other hand traveled between your nipples and your belly. You loved the feeling that your belly button was finally popped.

Just when you were about to go to sleep, room service knocked on the door, with your last meal.

And boy was it a doozy. The last meal was nearly all desserts, from cheesecake to chocolate cake to ice cream to fudge and cookies.

While you were worn out from your orgasms, you knew you had to eat in case of another growth spurt in the middle of the night. The food helped make some padding of fat so your skin wasn’t so tight, and it also made sure the babies and you had enough energy for the accelerated pregnancy.

By the time you finished the meal, you were laying on your side, your hands roaming the soft dome at your midsection. You couldn’t believe you weren’t full term yet. That would be tomorrow. You fell asleep curious and a bit nervous about what it would feel like.

~~~

You woke up on your back, nearly unable to breathe from the weight resting on top of you. You managed to sit up right, your legs nestled around your belly. If you thought you were large yesterday, you were practically gargantuan now.

You noticed the seam on your shorts had ripped in the middle of the night, so you slid out of them. When you looked down, all you could see was belly. No feet, no legs. Just belly.

Your back was sore from the weight but there were some pain meds along with your other medications. You wondered if they would really even help the full ache that spread through your body. You truly felt like you were all belly and babies.

Your doctor came in early to say that you could go down to the labor wing to spend the day. It was best if you stayed in bed until you gave birth.

In the labor wing, they asked you to continuously eat all day until your contractions would start, and the constant food caused two more growth spurts, which they said were completely normal.

You felt huge and overdue by the time your water finally broke. This pregnancy was feeling like a burden but you were also kind of in love with the feeling. Knowing your body was doing so much to ensure these babies were healthy and well was amazing.

All you had was a small bag of personal items, since clothing and other necessities were provided for you. You followed the waddling lady, finally coming upon your own room.

It was bare inside besides a nice bed, a desk, and a couch. There was a bathroom next to the door, and a window near the bed.

“Thank you,” you tell the woman.

She rubs her stomach as she reads your file. “Looks like your first appointment is in an hour. Take the hallway down to the end and turn left. Look for Dr. Ambrosia’s room.”

She waddles off and you set to placing your belongings throughout your room. After an hour, you follow her directions to your new doctor.

On your way there, you see various pregnant people on a walk together, waddling as fast as they can through the corridors. You peek into a few of the other dorm windows to see people of all different stages of pregnancy.

“Welcome,” your doctor says as she situates you on a chair with stirrups on it. She is the only person you have seen who isn’t pregnant, which makes sense, you suppose, since she and the other doctors need to care for the other pregnancies.

“Now, you’ve never been pregnant before, correct?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you smile at her, “I feel like it’s kind of obvious.” You gesture to your flat stomach.

She grins back, “Well, we can fix that.”

She shuffled through a few papers, “Now, we start everyone out with one baby, but since this is a breeding facility, these pregnancies are accelerated. Typically, for solo pregnancies, we narrow down 9 months to 9 days. You will give birth in just over a week.”

You feel surprised at the fast pace, but you also feel yourself growing eager to get started.

“From there, we determine if you are more suited for an even quicker 5 day solo or a 10 day with multiples. We go from case to case, so you’ll be able to choose what exactly you want to do. After each pregnancy you have a rest period as well.”

She goes over some medications to take to reduce stretch marks, nausea, and growing pains, since everything happens so fast.

“Sound like you’re up for it?”

You nod eagerly at her.

“Great! Then we will can start with your insemination.”

~~~

The first three days were fine. Mild morning sickness and a little back pain as your body got used to taking the accelerator medication along with finally being pregnant.

You were starting to love the facility. There was green space to spend time outside, there were three buffet style dining halls, and you could pretty much do anything you wanted. Your only job was to grow.

You finally had a nervous burst of excitement on your fourth day, when you woke up to a noticeable bump. Along with your new belly, your breasts were larger, and your hips a bit wider. Your nipples were sensitive to the touch, but not in a bad way. It wasn’t a super big change, but it made you eager for the following days.

With so much access to food finally, you gained more weight with each meal.

On your fifth and sixth day, the changes to your body had you running down to the little mini mart near the check-in office to buy a vibrator. You hadn’t realized how turned on you would get from your new body, constantly rubbing your new belly and ample curves.

Day seven came and you finally went back to the doctor’s wing, for a check up with Dr. Ambrosia.

“My, you are taking to this pregnancy very well! Have there been any issues at all?”

“Not that I can tell,” you say, absentmindedly caressing your bump. You had seen many others doing that, and now you realized it was just something that happened unconsciously. You loved feeling your protruding midsection.

The doctor ran a few tests to make sure everything was going well. By the end of the visit, she suggested bed rest for the next few days since it was your first pregnancy.

You mostly snoozed through the next few days, transitioning between eating food that was sent to your door, napping, and getting off. Your full belly was bigger than you had expected, but you loved the feeling.

You felt kicks occasionally, knowing your child was restless to leave your womb.

Late in the evening on the ninth day, you headed to a dining hall before you were scheduled for labor. Your belly was huge, leaving you waddling down the hall like the other women you had seen. Your back ached and you had noticed your butt had gotten bigger too.

Your clothes weren’t fitting entirely well, but since it was the last day, you didn’t seem to mind all that much. The shorts you wore left little to the imagination, showing off your larger thighs and hips. You loved your thighs and how soft they were, gently rubbing them when you sat to eat.

Your shirt stopped around your belly button, leaving your stomach exposed beneath your navel. You noticed a few of the ladies you sat with were the same.

You feasted on a burger and fries, drinking a large soda along with it. The carbonation and greasy food filled you up well, making you feel full.

It was just about time for you to head to the birthing wing, and like clockwork, you felt your water break. A part of you was nervous and anxious to get the first birth over with. But you were sad to see your belly go. You liked it a lot.

As you struggled a bit to get up to begin the walk to the labor rooms, you smiled to yourself. This was only the first pregnancy. There was sure to be more in the future, bigger and better than this one.

You couldn’t wait.

Time has no concept, it's hard to know the time of day let alone how much time has passed when you're stuck starring at the same four walls within the facility, the same artefical light, feel the same recycled air, hear the same whirling of machines.

Though I suppose that's no completely true, the rounding of my belly, the movement lets me know that time is passing me by.

When the time comes, I mewl weakly, grimacing at the pain from the contractions. I can't move. Can't position myself any better. I lay, for how long I don't know, the contractions steadily getting worse. I am unable to voice how much pain I'm in, except for a few gasps and moans.

I can feel my muscles tightening, bearing down on cargo inside of my, I try to move things along when the urge to push over takes but I can't seem to make any progress.

"Hoo hoo."

I try again and again, wanting this nightmare to come to an end but I'm beginning to fear that I might not be able to do this...