I feel like the human body’s key flaw with pregnancy is the pain. Of course a major drawback to giving birth is the universal knowledge that it’s never a pleasant experience- that probably means that somewhere out there there’s an alien species who’s bodies have this sorted out-
Their pregnancies are extremely pleasant. Their bodies pump them full of endorphins for the entirety of the pregnancy, giving them hedonistic reason to copulate and breed.
How lucky if you manage to get a visit from them. They eventually stuff your holes full of their thick and slimy appendages, designed for the most pleasurable sexual experiences. Since they’re twice your size, there’s no way you can get them to stop rutting in you either. It lasts hours. Anytime you seem tired they pull out, readjust your hips back on them and are at it all over again. It feels much to perfect and you don’t think you’d try and stop it yourself.
Sooner or later you feel the liquid on their tentacles thicken. You’re slowly being cummed into as they keep fucking you, the liquid starting to pour out and drip from your cunt. It teaches a point where you’re so full of it you’re actually questioning if their ejaculate takes or not.
Once they’re done, they slide out and leave you a dizzy, tired mess. No aftercare, no human touch, just a rough and pleasurable fucking. After having knocked out, you never see them again. They’ve bred on a new planet, so that’s good enough reason not to come back, right?
For the next week or so, you question if theres a possibility that the sperm from the aliens takes on humans or not. You didn’t notice any changes on your body and didn’t feel any different just yet.
The second week since your encounter passes and you start to grow an appetite. You’re eating more than usual and your tummy bloats a bit after the few days of a random binge. No matter, you’ll loose the weight eventually and just need to kick a bad habit. But something weird you’ve noticed is that food tastes unusually good and it’s hard for you to stop. Guilty pleasures turn to near gluttony as another week passes and your stomach is now growing at an alarming rate.
The only pain to go by is your clothes now squeezing around your fatter thighs, belly and your breasts having nearly doubled in size. Your stomach and boobs are now weirdly twice, no, thrice as more erogenous. You spend full days in bed in complete heats, prodding and squeezing the new weight. Masturbating now feels insanely good, and it never stops feeling euphoric. It almost feels as good as when you got fucked by those aliens.
This isn’t normal, but it feels so fucking good. Way too good. It can’t possibly be pregnancy, can it? Maybe you’ve gained weight like crazy and it’s a new fetish of some sort?
The fear of a positive test is consistently in the back of your mind as day by day, you keep playing with your cunt. Your stomach doesn’t even fit in most of your jeans after nearly a month, now you’re really worried. A cheap test turns positive.
All bloated and huge, you sit there and blink at the positive result on the pregnancy test. You are legitimately pregnant with some random alien baby. Or babies. How the fuck are you going to give birth to an alien baby in a human hospital? Your mind races with the issue at hand.
Your fears and anxieties are so strong your body shuts down any negative thoughts. You’re the host of a parasite that keeps sending pleasurable signals rippling through your cunt. You make a beeline to masturbate in your room again, already absentmindedly touching your hard nipples as you pass through the doorway.
After nearly two weeks, your belly seems to have reached full capacity. You can’t walk five steps without the sensation of your thick thighs rubbing together sending a near orgasm through your pussy. You can’t wear pants anymore. The friction against your belly and cunt is too much and had you near cumming in public once.
The only things you do anymore have been limited to staying at home, eating like you never did before and finding new ways to pleasure yourself. You can’t stay like this, you keep thinking. Mindlessly, your hand goes down to your now slick cunt. You need to go to a hospital soon. But not now. It feels too fucking good to be like this…
