My name’s Pen, and I present to you my pathetic attempt at an ‘About Me’ post! Or whatever it’s called here…
I write!
I like birth. A lot. Sometimes I write about it, and that’s the main focus of this blog. Ideas bouncing around in my empty skull sometimes find their way into the physical realm in the form of words. So I figured I’d do something with them, and with the magic of Tumblr, you can read them!
I really like non-human pregnancies and darker stories, but I’ll write whatever kinky idea pops i to my head or shows up in my ask box. I’m still learning and trying things out, so ideas and tips are greatly appreciated! If you have one, don’t hold back from dropping them in my asks! Or wherever. I still don’t know how this silly site works.
So, kinks?
Obviously, if I’m gonna write something, I need something to write about. So here’s a quick tier list of things I like cause I’m too lazy to write it all out!
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Hell, it wasn't like this last night when I studied until midnight.
So there was no way it was real, no way the girl in the mirror with her middle bulging so far out she had to push her hips forward, was me. No way that the swollen orb that hung off her body hung off mine.
But when I tore my eyes from the mirror and slowly walked back to my bed, it was there. Making my legs spread open to accomodate it. Making me grunt and sigh as I sat down. Perfectly smooth, perfectly round, perfectly...
Pregnant.
And as I gently laid a hand on my belly, whatever was inside squirmed. It pushed out against my hand, making me wince with just how sensitive my deceptively smooth skin was. My jaw shook and I knew I was about to start bawling, but I forced it down. I had stay calm.
But how the hell could I stay calm when I woke up fucking PREGNANT?!
I let out a shaky sigh, taking my hand from my due bump and letting it rest on the matress. The thing inside me moved again and I squinted at the oddly shaped bulge in my round middle.
It didn't look like a fist. Or a foot. Or an albow, or even a whole arm. I frowned.
What the hell had appeared in my womb over the night?
And as I felt a gentle yet insistent squeeze on my belly, a more important question came to mind;
When was it coming out?
I kept thinking of the strange substance that I'd found in my panties when I went to the bathroom. At the time there were other worries, obviously. Another squeeze, firmer than last time, was already coming. But I tried to force myself to think through the panic and horror.
Could I remember anything at all from last night? Something about a dream. Panties pulling to the side. A tingle, a fullness, something in me. Deeper. Heat, a sticky, thick heat, inside me.
I remember feeling hot. A pleased sound from nearby. Tossing and turning as I sweat bullets all night... Had I been violated? Artificially inseminated by some creature?
Another squeeze. Closer and stronger than last time. The tears started to leak from my eyes. "This isn't fair." I whimpered to myself, looking at the full term bump, my outie prominent and obscene. "I don't want to have any babies, I can't do this!"
My body disagreed, firmly. I couldn't help but grip my belly, groaning in pain, as sweat beaded on my forehead, the pressure suddenly throbbing down between my legs. "Oh... God..." I forced out, trying to center myself. Then... Some gross, green-tinged fluid suddenly burst from my swollen entrance. Or I supposed now, soon-to-be-exit.
I could all but feel the walls closing in. My heart was slamming in my chest. I struggled to breathe. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be real. I wasn't in labor with something. I wasn't going to be a mother before this day was over. This had to be a dream, this didn't actually happen, not in real life, I-
A harsh grunt filled the air as a painful cramp gripped me. It was so bad, I couldn't stand this, it felt so violating. My body had created life against my will, without my consent, I shouldn't have to birth it, to feel myself open for it!
Choking back a horrified sob as the contraction ended, I reached down, pulling off my soiled panties. Some sticky, slimy, off color fluid was clinging to it, making little mucous-y threads trailing from my swollen, sensitive pussy to the fabric. I knew amniotic fluid wasn't that gooey, nor was my normal wetness. This was the baby. The pregnancy, forcing my body to produce this gross substance that I was now leaking into my mattress.
I was completely naked now. Utterly, obviously pregnant. Another contraction came, and I leaned back, gripping the mattress, closing my eyes and letting a pained whimper escape. I felt more sticky gunk ooze out between my lips, felt whatever was in me shift, locking into place.
I felt my body straining on its own, little unconscious efforts I couldn't control. Fuck, I was pushy. I didn't want to give birth, but my body, this baby, didn't care in the slightest. Another contraction came, and I pushed with all my might.
A sobbed "No!" Escaped me as I gave in, and I felt something massive and hard moving through me. Into my vagina... No... My birth canal. I was giving birth, I couldn't stop it... I needed to get this thing out of me, but it hurt even more to push!
I lifted my legs, curled my tones, and grunted "get out get out get ouuuttt..." As I bore down, rewarded by quick, agonizing progress. The head was so solid inside me. I couldn't make out details, but it almost felt like harsh ridges were digging into my walls, dragging through me like someone with a large piercing, multiplied by a thousand.
A felt more fluid dribble from me, heard it dripping onto the floor from my bed. Great... I was giving birth to some kind of rape baby, then was going to have to clean up the gross mess... Just what I wanted today.
Gods. I had so much I wanted to do... Classes, seeing friends... Everything felt so wrong. I couldn't be having a baby right now, I COULDN'T!
Then the urge to push came once more. I moaned out "I can't... I can't..." Before tearfully erupting in a guttural grunt "I CAN'T!!!" As I pulled my legs back, tucked my chin and bent forward, opening my legs as wide as I could.
I could feel myself start to bulge. Could feel myself burning as my vaginal lips began to part... I reached down in spite of myself, needing to feel what was happening.
My vagina was sensitive, raw, painful. Drawn tight over the head of this burden. My fingers trailed to the head, and found thick, oozing slime coating it, coming out of me. What had this horrible thing done to me?
I pushed into the foul gunk, and could feel... Round. Hard. Like an egg shell, but so much more resilient, unyielding.
Inhuman.
Tears flowed in horror. I was crying, I couldn't stop myself. This baby wasn't even the same species of me... I could never tell anyone this happened, they'd all be disgusted, horrified. But I couldn't stop. Couldn't make it go away. I had to push.
I had to push!
Giving in, Icould feel myself crowning. It felt so big, my lips parting around this ugly little abomination. I couldn't stop, felt it inching forward more and more even though I didn't want anything to do with it. It didn't matter, all I could do was help it end faster.
With a squelching sound, I felt the head shoot out of me. I fell back, covering my face, not wanting to look at whatever this thing was that had violated its way into me, was ravaging me again on its way out.
Labor seemed to be going quickly too, at least a small mercy. It wasn't long before I felt my stomach turning as this creature rotated inside me, then the need to bear down came again. I let it take me, grunting urgently, until finally, with another ugly, wet sound, it slithered out of me and into the world...
I finally let myself shift and look at what came out of me. It was pale, white, had shiny skin and a large, almost crested head. It was already on all fours, beady eyes glaring around as it's tongue shot out, tasting the air.
I was so tired. The placenta came, and I threw it in the trash before rolling over and passing out.
I couldn't have known that the baby would be gone by the time I woke up. That apparently a couple of my friends and a bunch of the women I knew had woken up like that, or kike someone in their house in the same condition. Same kind of ugly creature that emerged from inside them too.
We all woke up to them gone. We just had to hope the only ill will they intended was the agony of being born. Otherwise it's a much larger problem...
The BEST part about knots is once its in consent no longer matters, youre tied untill the cum is done flowing. If you wanted it? Great. If you decided a second too late you didnt feel safe having a thick heavy load pumped deep through your cervix? Thats really just too bad, theres nothing either of you can do about it now, youre being bred.
Offering belly rubs for your partner whos tummy hurts -> them holding your wrists as the ovipositor throbs against your walls, about to relieve the source of their bloating
Mmmmm, yes. I love when a monster has an egg sac that swells up with eggs. Mating season comes around and their sac fills up and grows. Sometimes I like the idea that the egg sac is an incentive. The sac will keep growing until they breed someone, the longer they hold out the more unbearable it becomes. It could also be a variable thing, some cycles it’s a small amount of eggs, other times it’s so many that their stomach hurts and has a noticeable bloat. The only relief is to slide their ovipositor in a warm hole and unload their burden. You don’t want your partner to suffer, do you?
“Hey, so lately I’ve been trying out some breast growth/lactation inducers and hucow subliminals. They’re working miracles on me, but something’s come up. I used to talk dirty to get my boyfriend in the mood, but lately, I’ve been letting my eyes and body do all that talking for me, though I sometimes write stuff down on paper or my boobs. On one hand, I can talk normally in every other situation, my boyfriend likes it, and it’s actually pretty fun. On the other hand, I’m worried that if I keep doing this, I’ll end up completely mute. Are these side effects normal? If I do go mute, can I reverse it? Why is the idea of being a speechless cow girl kind of hot? Ugh, so many questions…”
Hi there! Glad to hear you're finding success and making progress on your journey towards the soft, milky, bouncy, hucow life of your dreams!
The situation you're describing is totally normal! While it doesn't happen for every hucow, the gradual lessening of speech is not an uncommon result of the hucowification process. Nothing in the supplements or subliminals is making you talk less, but this particular side effect emerges naturally from other, more commonly known changes.
The first is the general brain-drain that comes from hucowification. Most cows experience some kind of lessening of intelligence, with the degree varying from cow to cow. In this instance, you're not becoming too brainless to speak, as indicated by your willingness and ability to write out your thoughts, either on your body or on paper. Instead, talking just becomes work. You have to listen, formulate a response, think of the words, and then say them in the right order. For most people, this may require some effort but not much. As you become more and more cow-like, or when you start getting horny and enter "cow mode", the scale of that effort increases dramatically. You don't want to talk. Talking is hard. You just want to be a lazy cow, happily mooing and lowing, grazing and milking. And if you can communicate in other ways, easier ways, ways that don't put as much stress on your blissed-out cowbrain, then why wouldn't you?
That leads us to the second aspect leading to your mute tendencies, which is simple streamlining. To some degree, you used to have to use your words to get your partner in the mood. As your body changed, the need for words lessened. Your swollen, engorged udders, hanging bigger and heavier on your chest than ever before, and the deep, pure, primal desire in your eyes speak so much louder than your words ever did. You don't need to describe how badly you want his cock inside you; you can simply push your soft, milky tits against him and plead with your eyes as you grind yourself against his thigh. Even the most oblivious of men would get the hint at that point, no words necessary. So, again, if you can use your body just as effectively, if not more so than your words, and using words to begin with takes so much effort when you're in cow mode, then there's really no need to use them at all!
The only thing you'd have to worry about, as far as losing your speech altogether goes, is if you decided to surrender yourself as a person and live your life as a cow. As long as you keep solid boundaries between real life and cow life, then you'll be fine! If you let the lines blur, however, and slowly let cow life bleed into your regular life, let the time you spend as a cow start to eclipse the time you spend as a person, then there's a good chance you might stop talking altogether. But you won't really need them. I doubt you'll miss your words at all. You'll be too busy pawing at your humongous udders while the suction cups drain your seemingly endless supply of milk. When you're on your back, being bred by your owner boyfriend, you wouldn't have been able to think of anything to say anyway. And all the time in between, when you've let yourself be simple and brainless and you've embraced being an obedient cow, all of your needs taken care of, your mind eroded away by pleasure until it's smooth and empty, words just won't matter anymore.
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You are someone seeking knowledge or power, not for any nefarious means, so you avoid devils, even fae, best you can. In the end, you strike a deal with an angel, and as part of the deal, you will carry its holy offspring. A supernatural pregnancy is taxing on your body, but it could be worse… There’s many, many worse creatures to be pregnant by after all, and you got what you wanted.
Why an angel ask you for a child? Who knows, maybe its following greek mythology logic, trying to create some hero. It certainly didn’t tell you, and although the spawn in your womb wasn’t winged and seemed boringly human... It did feel like you had been impregnated with some legend-to-be, considering the strength and not-so-little bastard was starting to boast the more it grew. In the end, you were probably going to end up pushing out some overgrown brat… According to your doctors anyways. They’d already recommended a C-section, but unfortunately, the angel had asked for a natural birth.
Alas. You could only wait now.
However, unbeknownst to you, that angel commits a slight against the heavens, and is cast out, becoming one of the very creatures you avoided striking a deal with from the start.
Deep into your last trimester, but not deep enough to be close to that nine month mark yet, you feel a stirring in your gut that makes you wince in pain, waking you from your sleep. At first, you grumble, thinking the overactice brat has kicked you in the ribs, but as you place your hands on your dome of a tummy… Its no longer a dome, but misshapen but violent squirming. That wakes you truly, and you try to sit, to feel what’s going on, but your belly, overtaxed by its occupant already, gets in your way, every movement seeming to anger the babe beneath and weigh your way down. In your struggle, you manage to stretch out an arm and turn on the light at your bedside, not without the offspring squirming against every inch of you in retaliation, as you unintentionally squish your tummy between yourself and the bed. But finally, after a minute that feels eternal, you have light, you can see your own stomach…
Your skin is painted red, glistening with sweat, and starting to gloat stretch marks that looked more like claw marks as the furious writing of the creature stretches further with every flail, jab, kick, and punch. It was thrashing like a wild animal against the inner walls of your womb, and you pressed your hands against it, trying to soothe or contain the creature, but it only squirmed even stronger against your touch in response.
Trying to process the sensations, you hadn’t realized the sounds your were making, grunts of effort as your breath is cut short, moans of pain as your angelic child tortures you from the inside. Your eyes go wide and water as you start noticing sharp edges were there should have been fingers, a head and… What where those? More arms? More limbs? Wings? And they only seemed to become sharper and sharper, the life within your womb becoming more jagged, more monstrous with every passing instant. You wail, realizing the thing within you has horns, and fearing every time a sharp point pushes against your skin it will burst it open… But your womb holds itself together somehow. Overwhelmed by terror, confusion, and pain, you trt to move, to get your grimoire, maybe try and call the angel, demand an explanation, but you find that your core’s weight has changed… And not by the writhing. Its heavier.
Has… Has it gotten bigger? Before you can realize that, another terrible wright starts to writhe in your womb, seeming to originate from… Your child? For a second, your belly becomes a dome again, if only to show you how quickly its doubled in size, earning this time a full, blood-curling scream. The writhing becomes stronger, more violent, as two jagged creatures battle in your womb and then you feel that weight again. The skin of your womb stretching obscenely to accomodate its third intruder, taunting you with the image of the round, ripe belly you’d had this whole time, but now, the size of overgrown triplets… No. Overgrown monsters.
Its all too much for you, for your human, already exhausted, body. After all, you’d been woken from your sleep. Even as the creatures keep writhing against each other, trying to find a place in your unprepared womb, your limbs grow heavy... And before your vision fades to black, you swear you can feel one of them charging against your cervix…
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As you lay twisted in the bed, a shadowy hand rests on top of your engorged gut, staying as the spawn take their time to settle, but never grow fully still. The angel you had made a deal with stares down upon you, a devil now, quiet. It knows full well what its done to you, as the jagged edges of its once angelic offspring, now demons like their sire, brush against its hand.
How unfortunate, that devils always breed in litters. And how unfortunate for you, that your “angel” had you agree to a natural birth. Otherwise, you’d have popped right there and then… No drugs will, or can help you, and you already knew they’d never come early. Neither can your sire. After all, neither angel or devil are natural.
Your body is the only one that can decide when these creatures will see the world… But human wombs often are slow, or a little too generous, its their nature.
When your due date comes and goes, and your tummy’s grown to appear like instead of three devils there were four, even five, you will be praying to every god you can think of to finally let you labor. And when that time finally comes, slow, tortuous weeks later, with only your fallen angel by your side, and the time to push finally comes…
You’ll wish your prayers had never been answered, but it’ll be too late. Not even knowing no matter you will live will be a relief.
For first, you will have to push these monsters out of their overstayed welcome. Its unfair, the creature you made a deal with was an angel. But now, it is also your condemnation.
It should be here as a kind guardian, coaching you and giving you aid… Instead, its hand hangs over your rippling belly ominously, watching you every time you push, unwavering as the horns of your firstborn scrape against bone, slow in its descent but the smallest of its siblings.
Its offspring will be born. You promised it so, and it will see it done, one way or another.
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Hello god (lets be real that mfer has abandoned me) its me again
I tried being short. I couldn’t be lol. TLDR of the idea; what if pregnant by angel but angel becomes a devil/is outcasted while you are pregnant with it :] . Besides the more monstrous route I went, it could go other ways. The spawn could remain an angel, but the whole situation become a giving birth in dangerous situation scenario as the sire still tries to get the angelic child and you at the same time are trying to flee. The child could be transformed (favorite option tbh) but remain a singleton. Maybe get some odd form resembling the sire’s, like a dragon or something. Loooooong etc.
I think the idea of being pregnant by an angel and suddenly having it transform into a devil is horrifying enough tho, if anything its versatile.
I think things like, maybe angel and devil make weird game or deal to impregnate two humans, but each human will end up giving birth to the OTHER species (so angel human gets devil bab(ies), and devil human gets devil one(s)) could also be interesting? Could be due to some occult misshap like a ritual or maybe some freaky angel and devil duo who knows
Anyhow, hope that still feeds your angel/demon kick atm. Definitely a bit different to my other asks thus far lol
- ⛓️ Anon
⛓️ Anon.
You have officially struck me speechless. I had to stare at this one for a while before finding the words to reply. Part of me wanted to cradle this to my chest and cling to it, but the other part wanted to share it, so I did.
Mid-pregnancy transformation leading to a horrifying, unavoidable climax... I am definitely taking notes on this one, too. Someday I'll do the concept justice.
I will never tire of sweet, fluffy, wholesome pregnancy and birth content, but I have a deeply sequestered dark side that longs to be stroked and coddled, and damn have you managed to stroke it.
(If it wouldn't be too presumptuous of me, I'd propose to you right now, platonically or otherwise)
God may have abandoned us, but at least you and I are in good company.
So tired of the trope in possession/demonic pregnancy movies where there's all this horrific, inhuman movement visible from the outside and then the thing is born and it's just a boring regular baby (with horns if they're being generous) 🙄🙄🙄
The pregnancy, you were ready for. The feeling of eggs growing inside your body, forming as a result of the seed in your womb. The unexpected part was the fat ovipositor growing in between your legs. It's a slow process but every inch feels big as your undies get tighter and tigher. And the hormones get stronger the longer you carry too, your thoughts consumed more and more by finding a warm, tight little crevice and grinding your way into it, allieviating the building pressure in your belly one egg at a time. You know that at this point it could be anything; a blanket, a pair of cupped hands, an open mouth and you just wouldn't be able to stop yourself.
Your friend’s body has never looked more warm and inviting. Every time you look at them you think of how much better they would look stuffed full of your brood. You can’t imagine a safer place for your eggs to grow and be nurtured. If they care about you, they’ll understand why you had to hold them tight while your ovipositor bulged and slipped egg after egg into their warm depths.
(Content Warning: Violent Sexual Assault, Unwanted Pregnancy, Deeply Unwanted Baby, Abandonment of Baby, Victim Blaming, Gaslighting)
“I’ve had better expeditions…”
Gingerly, the heroine walked toward her steed, trying to ignore the burning throb between her legs. “But… I’ve had worse, too. At least this time I escaped on my own.” The last few times the monster slayer had taken on a quest, her companions had had to find her, rescue her from their lair before anything too terrible happened.
Carefully, Erika mounted, and began the day long trip back to town for her reward. She was on her own this time. “Ok, yes, the Goblins got the jump on me.” She began, muttering to herself. “Held me down, yanked down my leggings and panties, and… had their way with me…” She winced, feeling another throb of pain from the violation. “But they took me back to their nest! I got free and completely wiped them out, no problem! It was barely even that rough of a start!”
Her horse snorted, and she gently rubbed its neck as they rode through the forest. “What’s the worst that could come of it, really? I’m in one piece, some scrapes and bruises, that’s all!” Erika tried not to remember that first part too much. The fists, the grip on her hips, the feeling of that monster pushing inside-
[Calm. You’re safe now. Have some food and water, that’ll help you think.] Erika listened to her inner voice, her gut. Tearing into a loaf of bread she brought, satisfaction washed through her. This was good. She’d done good.
The heroine hadn’t really noticed that she had eaten two entire loaves before she was full. She’d over prepared, had plenty to spare. [What’s really the harm in a little job well done treat?] Her gut asked herself, and Erika couldn't pretend it wasn't a compelling argument.
Later, when it was time to make camp, the monster slayer noticed her shirt not quite fitting right, pants growing a little tight. She was confused at first, before saying to herself [It’s because you ate two loaves of bread, silly. Of course you’re kind of bloated.]
It made sense. Was obvious, even. Of course, in spite of that, the heroine found herself ravenously hungry again, thirsty too. Only once she finished eating did Erika notice how exhausted she felt. “I just feel utterly drained…” she mumbled to herself, barely taking the time to kick off her boots before curling under the blanket to rest.
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She sat in the dark, listening to her heart beat thudding in her ears. There was something off about it, though. It wasn't right, almost like it was hiding something. She listened with all her might. There. She could just barely make it out. A second heartbeat? That didn't make any sense-
He was inside her. He was so deep. She’d never heard his name, didn't know for sure which one was him, but she FELT him, her body struggling to take his knobby goblin dick. Did he know he was her first? That he'd stolen her virginity here on the forest floor?
It was horrible. She hated him. She would kill him. She knows she did. So why? Why did that goblin give its cruel, sharp, wicked grin as she ran toward it? Why did it stare at her like that, at her chest, her belly, even as she attacked?
The second heartbeat slammed in her ears. So close. What did it mean? What it him? He was gone, she’s killed him! He had been inside her. He was gone, she’d killed him, he was inside her, he was gone, she’d killed him, he was-
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Gasping in a breath, she sat up, dagger in hand. Her other rested protectively over her even larger middle. [Ugh, damn. It’s not like you ate any less at dinner.] Erika began to wonder if she’d developed some kind of reaction to the local grain, or if she’d had some weird plant or mushroom causing this bloating.
Awkwardly, the monster slayer found her feet. Her back was surprisingly sore, her round middle itchy, with angry little marks on it. She hoped she could reach town today, maybe talk to a medicine woman about what's happening to her.
[I don't want to bother her, though…] she thought to herself. [And I would rather be careful travelling through the forest. If I’m close, why not take my time?] That made sense, the adventurer was proud of herself for thinking of it. Taking her time really was the smartest way to go about it, after all.
[But first, a nice big breakfast. You’re almost back to town, after all, you’ll be able to re-stock.] She nodded quietly to herself along with the advice, preparing a breakfast large enough for two, which she happily devoured on her own. [It makes sense that I’m so hungry, I just slayed an entire goblin camp!] She reassured herself, before picking up her space and mounting up once more.
Travel was indeed slow. It was hard to focus on much of anything, and the skilled fighter kept getting distracted by beautiful flowers and strange insects she’d never stopped to appreciate before. “What is wrong with me?” she asked herself, blinking rapidly and trying to re-center. [It’s likely an after effect of what happened. I imagine a lot of women are happy just to be alive after being captured by goblins, let alone… what they did to you.]
The warrior winced. The memory was still so fresh, she could almost feel a throb of pressure through her loins at the thought. No… best not to tempt that event from springing back to her mind until back in town.
By midday, Erika was famished, even as she had to adjust her leggings, letting the bottom of her hard, round belly spill out over the waist. Her tunic, too, seemed to ride over the top, letting her navel be exposed, emphasizing how shallow it had become.
[I need to make camp again.] She told herself, and didn't argue the instinct. The adventuress was already digging into her stores before setting up a cooking fire, savoring the taste of grain and berries and honey that she had been given by the townsfolk.
Before long, her appetite was satisfied, and she found herself leaning against a tree, drowsy and content. Her hand rubbed slow circles on her exposed middle, the touch soothing the uncomfortable itchy tightness of it. [I can afford a nap. Just a short one.] Erika chuckled softly to herself, letting her head fall back. “Who am I to argue with myself, really?” Her eyes drifted shut, and she relaxed into sleep…
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Both heartbeats were so loud now. A strange voice was chanting gleefully to it itself. “Soon, soon, soon, soon…” she could see nothing, only darkness. Her middle ached, and she breathed. “What’s soon?”
“Soon I will come.” The voice said. “I will come. It will be glorious.”
“Do I want to meet you?”
“No. You will suffer my arrival. I will come as you beg me to go away, to leave you alone. The only way I can leave you is by coming though, do you see? I have to come. Soon. So soon.”
She gasped, pressure, pain inside. “I'm scared.”
“Yes. Yes, be scared. It will only get worse. It's almost time. It will get worse and worse and then I will start to come as you scream and sob and I will just keep coming, I won't care that you want me to stop. I want to come, just like that.”
The heartbeats were speeding up. There was so much pressure now, low in her hips, through her back. A kind of cramp was holding her so tightly. Squeezing. “Noooo… I don't like this!”
“Good. I gain strength from you. Let it happen. Let me come, don't try to run. You can't fight me. It's soon, now. Soon. Soon Soon So-”
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Erika sat up, gasping, heart slamming in her chest, soaked with sweat. Her middle was cramping badly, but it was easing up as she rubbed it. [Damnit, why have I been overeating so much?] She chided herself. Of course that's where the cramping is coming from.
Looking toward the sky, the monster slayer saw the sun was low in the sky now. “Damnit… I’ll barely make it to town now before it's dark…” she muttered, sullenly.
As she re-packed her bags, another cramp hit, bad enough to make her drape her arms over her horse for support. There was so much pressure, gods, all of it throbbing down, making her legs shake and her breath catch. Erika felt like she… like she…
[I need to use the bathroom. Bad. That’s what this is. I’ve eaten so much, after all.] Ugh, yes, that made perfect sense! The huntress felt so silly for not recognizing that in the first place, it was so obvious.
Catching her breath and pushing herself off the horse, Erika waddled to a nearby tree, tugged off her leggings, panties, and shoes, and squatted deep.
[Good. Relax. Let your body take over.]
Yea. Best to just let nature take its course and-
Her belly clamped down HARD, and the powerful warrior cried out in pain, a surprising amount of slick, surprisingly thick fluid pouring from her opening. “Oh gods… am I poisoned? What is this?!’
[I didn't eat anything strange. This is natural. I just have to listen to my body. I have to let this all happen.]
“Right…” she panted, struggling to stay calm. “Right. I just need to… listen to my instincts… and I can make it through… ha… ha… ngh, f-fuckkk… it hurts, it hurts so bad, I feel like I have to use the bathroom!”
[I am, right? Don't fight it. Let it happen. Give into that urge. Do what feels right.]
Without hesitation, Erika pushed. Her bare toes curled, digging into the forest floor as she bore down, and was rewarded with the feeling of something moving down, something big.
“Holy… shit… what’s h-happening to me?” the monster slayer panted, terror gripping her almost as strong as the abdominal cramping. All she knew was that she needed whatever this was out, gone, away from her. She just needed whatever was hurting her like this to be over.
[It feels like the only way out is through. I have to let whatever this is run its course. Give into it completely.] “Oh gods I don't want to do thissss…” Erika cried, breathing heavy as her hair, soaked with sweat, stuck to her face. “I don't want to do whatever the hell this is, oh gods, oh, OHHHH MNNNNGGGHHH!!!”
Once more a desperate, toes curling effort, and once more the sensation of something huge, something hard and heavy, moving down deep inside her, closer and closer to leaving. As she pushed, however, the monster slayer could feel that it wasn't coming out of her rear. Only barely, everything was stretched massively, but it just felt too far forward.
There was a steady patter of fluid dribbling from Erika’s vagina, she could feel. It couldn't be coming out of there, it had to be something else… her vagina couldn't possibly open up this wide… “I don't want this… I don't want to do this, I’m scared!”
[It’s ok to be scared. Just keep going. Let it come. Let it come out of you, however it needs, even if you hate it.]
The urge to push came again, and the terrified woman immediately succumbed to the urge once more. This time, she felt a terrible pressure behind her vaginal lips. Then an aching, a burn that was spreading as she screamed in agony and effort, fingernails digging into her bare legs.
Of course she couldn't see the horrible beauty her body was creating. Couldn't see that an ugly, green monster baby head was starting to emerge from her swollen, perfect nether lips. Her body had nourished and grown a monster, and she was bringing it into the world against her will, repopulating the creatures she despised.
But of course, the sobbing heroine couldn't see any of that, couldn't even bring herself to reach down and touch the slimy goblin head emerging from between her legs. She only panted, whimpering, confused and scared. “What's happening to me? Am I dying?” She managed wetly.
[No. Not dying. Giving. Creating. I'm making something exist that otherwise wouldn't. Bringing something into the world that wouldn't be here if not for me.]
It almost sounded nice, said like that. But that didn't make the next contraction any less agonizing. Erika let out a deep, guttural grunt of effort, needing this nightmare over with and unable to fight her instincts even if she wanted to. The need to give birth was just too strong, and she succumbed to it utterly, beautifully.
The head moved. Opening her feminine petals from a straining peek of her inhuman rape baby to a teardrop shape, to a wide, torturous O between her thighs.
[So close. So close, a bit more. Let it happen, let it come out, let it be born! Give it the gift of birth, let it come from my body!]
The contraction was relentless. She pushed. The head kept moving.
[Give it the blessing of birth, of existing.]
She pushed, a groaned “Noooooo!” Escaping her.
[Give it birth. Get it out. Let it come.]
“I hate it I hate it I hate itttt!” It's forehead popped out, it's nose and pointed ears.
[It's coming, it's coming, it's coming! I’m helping it to exist, I'm letting this creature into the world!]
The next cramp came. “I don’t want youuuuu!!!” As the heroine pushed, and the whole ugly goblin head gushed out of her in a burst of green-ish, stringy fluid.
[I’m giving birth! I’m giving birth! This is what it feels like to create life!]
“I haaate Thiiisss NNNGGGHHHH GET OUT OF MEEE!!!”
At long last, the monster obeyed. In a slick rush that made Erika collapse back against the tree, her first child came slithering from her most intimate place. She had been a virgin just a few days ago, and now she had successfully given birth against her will.
But to what? Slowly, Erika leaned forward. Looked at the new life she had been forced to grow and give life to.
There weren't even tears. Just shock. Horror. A goblin. Erika had devoted her entire life to fighting, killing, eliminating goblins, and her body had just PRODUCED one. Repopulated their horrible, ugly, evil species.
Slowly, she reached for her sheath. Pulled out her knife she used for emergencies. Gingerly, the violated adventurer tried to find the strength to lift herself. To crawl forward, knife raised, and fulfil.her duty. Now, before it became a problem for someone-
[Who else? How? It’s only a baby. Just… go. Just leave it here. Nature will take care of this, you don't have to deal with the guilt, the shame. Nobody will ever know you’re a monster’s mother. That you helped another goblin come into the world. That your body nurtured, gestated, gave the blessing of life, to a disgusting inhuman abomination. Just… let the forest claim him.]
Taking a deep breath, gritting her teeth, Erika gripped the knife, and brought it slashing down…
The cord connecting reluctant mother and her rape baby was severed in a quick, clean slash. She didn't move until the urge to push came again, and the placenta slid out of her. It, too, was left under the shade of this tree.
Sore, exhausted, eyes wide and haunted with shame and trauma, Erika carefully, gingerly mounted her horse, and let it carry her back into town, leggings, panties, and shoes left behind.
Nobody asked any questions. Recovering was slow, exhausting, and though Erika tried, at times, to tell someone what she’d been through, the words kept failing her, choked with shame and self-disgust. Eventually, her body had healed enough to start helping with normal tasks in this random village in the middle of nowhere.
Ultimately, Erika would never leave. Which meant, not even a year later, she got to see the day another girl came staggering out of the woods after being missing for a few days. Her body showed signs of a rapid, difficult pregnancy, and a traumatic, sudden birth.
In that moment, she knew she had a horrible monster grandbaby. She knew this girl had been raped by her inhuman son, that it was all her fault that another girl had been violated because she had given that abomination life, left it behind.
She would watch many such stories unfold. Eventually the population had grown enough that the goblins descended on the town. The men were all killed, the women allowed to stay in their homes as long as they kept producing more goblin spawn.
Erika had come to this town to eradicate a small goblin camp that had started to worry the townsfolk.
It was entirely her fault that the most powerful, dangerous, vile goblin empire the world would ever know came into being, with the monstrous child she screamed onto the forest floor against her will that fateful afternoon reigning over it for generations.
One of my old fantasies is set in some post-apocalyptic wasteland where human population has dropped suddenly. Maybe I never really planned to have kids before, but suddenly I find myself without a choice as humanity faces extinction. Submitting to my purpose, to breed, my partner begins fucking me bare daily until eventually my periods stop. I'll be kept constantly pregnant from now on, with the future of humanity kicking in my belly.
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Another one of my odd concepts; someone who is pregnant with a monster or demon that demands souls as it grows so she has to find ways to steal souls to save her own, regretting fucking whatever put this in her, unaware that the sire wanted to watch her descent from normal person to a corrupted person who sees no problem harvesting souls for its kind.
💕 I love when a monstrous pregnancy doubles as a corruption arc~ Why shouldn't such a deep connection go both ways? An innocent woman becoming just as monstrous as the thing inside her; its development perhaps even accelerated by her descent into depravity.
Okay back to regularly scheduled horny posts. Uhhhhhhh tomboy who only wears graphic T's and flannels gets pregnant and starts only wearing flannels when she outgrows the graphic T's
I know I'll panic when the belly grows and I can't stop thinking about that I'll have no choice but to give birth if I just let it grow past a certain point. It is so hot and scary.
Pregnant proxy via Slenderman who can’t give birth on a mission because every contraction is met with a blurry static overlay of your vision and feeling in your body. Every urge to push is cancelled, but the baby is increasingly low in your hips in between lapse of consciousness. Only when you finish the kill does the contraction grip your womb and seize. The head dilated completely in the time it took. Kneeling over your victim being forced to push it out here or could you survive denying it long enough back to the forest. Begging him to take away the pain again.
Accidental pregnancies are sooo hot, ESPECIALLY if you don't know you're pregnant until you start to cramp so badly, you feel pressure in your pelvis and before you even have a chance to consider what's going on, you're crowning on a giant babies head. EVEN BETTER IF IT'S MULTIPLES.
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Okay, that sounds weird out of context, but hear me out.
Picture a trim, flat midriff. Maybe it has abs or is just flat in a smooth and satisfying plane. Now imagine someone taking a deep breath with their gut. It swells briefly, looking much less trim than before in so short a time. Then, all at once, it returns to its less rotund shape. Over and over, back and forth, it gives way to changing shape in order to fuel one with oxygen and stretch their skin beautifully. Perhaps their breathing is labored from exercise or excitement, a sheen of sweat adding a healthy glow to their body to further enhance that show of belabored inhalations.
A chubby, fat tummy works for this as well! Overstuffed with treats to the point that breathing hurts. What else can one do but help their gut stretch by doing belly breathing, likely with a little massage to aid their aching middle. The glorious rolls of adipose addressed with each rise and fall of their strained belly. It makes just wanna cuddle and pamper the poor thing to listen to their restricted breaths and tend to that turgid swell.
And, of course, pregnancy. When someone's far along with child(ren), their womb presses into their ribcage whilst carrying high. It's difficult to get a full breath, though when they do, that round mass of fertility just rolls with effort. Perhaps they're so full of spawn that even one breath makes their shirt or dress ride unceremoniously to reveal each glorious inch of taut skin. And when their belly drops and they can finally take a decent breath, that extra room is mainly used to aid during labor. Each contraction seeks to shrink their bump as their muscles squeeze down, but their deep breaths counter it by having it surge forth magnificently. Especially if they lean back or lie down, letting that mountainous bump rhythmically move with each respiration unrestricted against gravity's pull.
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It’s called “corruption of a minor” and “pandering obscenities to a minor” and it’s a third degree felony in the US.
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