#chain preg

they go home to start learning their lines. but by the time they arrive at their apartment, they're starting to feel weird. nauseous and hungry and bloated. they look in the mirror and find a bump is starting to form. that's weird. it must be the stress and excitement, they tell themselves. or maybe last night's dinner isn't really agreeing with them. they do feel rather full - perhaps they're just going to need to use the bathroom later.

the next day, their belly is undeniably bigger. they're starting to feel really bad - exhausted and nauseous and heartburn, full and uncomfortable. their tits are noticeably bigger, too. what is going on??

by day three, they're feeling kicks. they take a pregnancy test and it comes back positive. shocked and horrified, they look up the director and find that he's a known witch famous for using magic to "maximize the realism of his actors' performances". they go back over their contract and find what they agreed to:

Omg sammmme. I talked about that with cock birth before and I do still love that flavor but I also do like this idea with a cis guy who has no respect or responsibility when it comes to reproductive rights. Acting like pregnancy is no big deal and ppl are selfish for wanting abortions, while at the same time not liking to use protection, or being sloppy and careless with it if his partner insists. And of course he’s slippery, and got out of paying child support for most of the bastards he’s left behind.

A fun scenario would be for such a man to get pregnant and have to carry and birth one baby for each one he’s fathered. Tbh I can’t decide whether regular-length pregnancy or rapid preg would be better… gong through a whole pregnancy in hours and then having a normal-length labor before repeating the cycle would be delicious, but also the idea of it taking him years and years to serve his punishment is sooo good as well. For symmetry, perhaps he’s fathered 21 children, so he must now birth that many, and spends 18 years constantly paying his penance… the only time he’s not pregnant are the few seconds between pushing one child out and magically conceiving the next.

And the birth options go crazy too… I love cock birth ofc but there is something to be said for anal birth with this one too. It’s not usually my thing, but the idea of him being ashamed and humiliated to have his ass used is so good. Like this is the kind of guy who thinks it’s gay to insert fingers into himself for cleaning purposes, so how would he feel when his hole is spreading around a baby’s head?

The other option would be for him to develop a vagina. His cock starts to shrink and his balls start to recede into his body, the skin of his scrotum changing texture and bunching into folds between his legs. He’s too busy panicking about his dick reducing down into a cute little clit to notice the pit forming in the remains of his former ballsack. It’s the pain that finally alerts him to the change inside of him, first of his testes becoming ovaries as they squeeze up past his shrinking bladder and prostate, then his whole pelvis spreading.

He’s bedridden with agony for days as his bones splay and his colon shifts, creating space for the pit between his legs to finally become a hole and start reaching deeper inside of him, blooming into the pear-sized organ that will soon bring him so much trouble and pain.

Ooh yknow what maybe the pregnancies do happen rapidly, but not continuously. They don’t take very long at all, maybe 6 hours maximum, so that he can have an empty womb when he leaves for work in the morning and be struggling not to push on his drive home—or crowning into his pants at the last meeting of the day, if his labor goes quick enough. >:)

The panic and fear and dysphoria he’d feel are of course vital elements but I do love the idea of him eventually just accepting that he’s nothing but a birther now, and giving in to his fate. Labor doesn’t hurt any less, but he’s a bit more used to it and is tired of it disrupting his life, so he just keeps on doing things while contractions roll through him… like being at a boys’ night and groaning softly, rubbing his belly, rocking his hips and pacing, all while refusing to acknowledge it and trying to carry on conversation as normal.

He pushes passively for a while before finally grunting and turning red in the middle of speaking, and everyone watches as his jeans suddenly bulge with the baby’s head. He dismissively turns away the questions and offers for help as he finishes pushing out the shoulders, then reaches casually into his pants and pulls out a newborn.

Waaait ok I’m a genius, he should be able to get knocked up by his guy friends who neeeed to try his pussy and ofc coerce him into doing it unprotected like he always used to do to women. When he realizes he’s having a “normal” pregnancy he assumes that his rapid pregnancies will cease at least until this one is over, but he’s wrong. All the way from the first trimester to his final few weeks, he’ll still have periodic rapid pregnancies and births, all the more exhausting and painful on top of his ongoing baby.

The real challenge comes when he’s waddling around fully effaced, and the rapid preg baby can’t get out past the normal one. So it just keeps growing at the same rate. It sends him into a slow, early labor that only gets harder as his belly grows. All told, he’s rapid-pregnant for 36 hours before he finishes pushing his normal baby out. In that time, the rapidly growing baby has reached the size of a 5 year old.

i love being knocked up so much i figured out how to get paid for it. my wife loves knocking me up so much she didn’t get bottom surgery. my husband loves my pregnant belly so much he got his own. when my kids draw pictures of the family, they draw me with a big belly. my friends know to have a non-alcoholic option at their parties, because i’m always pregnant or breastfeeding or trying to conceive.

cue to two months after their first baby is born and he’s looking down at a positive pregnancy test. he’s hasn’t even lost much baby weight at all and he’s already knocked up again!! he sighs and puts away his pre-pregnancy clothes back into the closet because he knows he’s not gonna be fitting into them for another year at the very earliest. and he of course is bigger faster with the second baby because your second pregnancy, you’re always bigger earlier! but not only that, this baby is just bigger in general for some reason.

his bf is just as obsessed as he was during his first pregnancy, but maybe a little worse than before because holy cow how hot it is that he got his boyfriend knocked up again so so soon after the first time, and his hips are wider and he might even get a little too big for his maternity clothes. he’s soooo heavy and feels like he’s been pregnant forever so on his 22nd birthday, overdue with their second with their first bouncing on his hip, he’s telling his bf that he’s NOT doing this again for at least a couple years.

you make the pact young, probably in middle school or high school, that's when most pregnancy pacts are forged. at a sleepover, you and your friends make a promise that when one of you gets pregnant, the rest will too. you're all young, you don't know any better, the only thing you're thinking about is how fun it would be to have babies at the same time as your friends. it seems like a great idea, none of you will ever have to go through pregnancy alone. you giggle about it a bit, fantasize about what it would be like, discuss baby names, but don't really put much stock in it. pretty soon, you've forgotten all about it.

Each pregnancy begins normally—aside from the conditions of the conception—but birth doesn’t come at 40 weeks. Instead, the carrier continues to grow, the babe within aging into a toodler, child, a teenager, and finally an adult. Labor only begins when the carried one reaches the age they were when the curse was placed on them.

Of course, after decades of their body being strained beneath the weight of an entire other person, the carrying partner has no strength left for birth, let alone that of a full-sized adult. As the carried partner’s head finally bursts out of their lover, their first action as they return to consciousness is to look around for their lover’s face. But they can see nothing over the grotesque, towering belly, discolored and bulging with veins. As they start to wriggle, instinctively trying to get their trapped arms out, they hear ragged whines and hoarse sounds from the one that carried them, who doesn’t even have the strength to scream.

With such a large birth, the carried partner does’t slip out as soon as the shoulders pass; instead, the rest of them must be slowly pushed out over the course of hours. When they’re finally out far enough to move their arms freely, they lift up on their elbows and lean around the belly and finally meet their lover’s eyes. If they’re lucky, they get a few hours like that, one barely lucid as their broken body slowly contracts around a grown person’s rib cage, the other vanishing at the chest into their cunt. A few times, the partner being born has managed to claw their way up their lover’s body and get the faintest of kisses before it’s too late.

When the birthed one finally wriggles the last leg free, their lover lays lifeless at their feet. They bite back tears and press their hand to their own womb, where they now carry the departed soul. In a few decades, that’ll be them limp on the ground, pelvis cracked down the middle, hips displaced, pussy gaping red, asshole prolapsed. But at least they’ll see them again.