#pregkink

Her stomach had rounded overnight, subtle but undeniable beneath her shirt. The nausea was worse too. overwhelming, relentless, paired with a deep exhaustion that made her limbs feel heavy. Her breast was sore, and felt swollen underneath her bra. Every hour her body felt slightly different, changing faster than her mind could process.

Stress, she told herself. Just bloating. Too much sodium. That night she ordered larger sweatpants online and refused to think about it again.

On Wednesday, she went to the doctor. The ultrasound technician went silent halfway through the scan. Then she asked quietly, “How long have you known you were pregnant?”

“I took a test this Monday, I’ve only missed one period,” she answered.

The woman looked at her with visible confusion before turning the monitor slightly. The baby on the screen did not look a few weeks old. It looked developed. Moving. Large enough that she could clearly see the faint shape of it.

The scan estimated twenty-six weeks…

By Thursday, she could feel movement constantly. Strong kicks beneath her ribs. Rolling motions that made her stop mid-sentence and grab the edge of counters for balance. Her body changed visibly over the course of hours now, stomach stretching tighter and rounder each time she caught her reflection.

People started staring. Coworkers whispered when they thought she couldn’t hear them.

An old lady at the grocery store asked if she was having twins.

She laughed it off because the alternative, admitting she was terrified, felt impossible.

And on top of all that, had her libido sky rocketed. Her pelvic floor throbbing and her desperate little pussy leaking from need. And all she could do was whine and huff as her growing belly made it more and more difficult to reach between her trembling thighs.

Friday night, she woke up unable to breathe comfortably.

Her stomach looked full-term. Not almost, not close, full. Ready to pop at any minute.

Her skin ached from stretching so quickly. Every movement felt heavy now, her center of gravity shifting so dramatically she had to brace herself against walls when she stood up. Her breast had grown too, and not just by a little and her milk had starting coming in. Her now giant tits, heavy and tight, leaking from their sensitive nipples.

At the hospital, doctors kept repeating the same phrase: “We don’t understand.”

Hormone levels climbed impossibly fast. Scans showed growth happening in real time. Every new test only made the room quieter.

And through all of it, the baby remained healthy… Healthy. Growing. Waiting.

By Sunday, she was showing thirty-nine weeks pregnant. The realization settled over everyone around her slowly, horrifically. A single week had taken her from a positive pregnancy test to the edge of labor.

That night, she stood alone in front of the bathroom mirror with both hands resting beneath the impossible weight of her stomach. The baby shifted hard enough to visibly move her entire belly.

For a moment, fear threatened to swallow her whole. Then another kick landed beneath her hand. Strong, steady and alive.

And despite everything, despite the terror, despite the impossible reality of what was happening to her, she was excited.