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"I think this would suit you quite well, my dear," the wisewoman said, offering a leather bracelet strung with bronze beads stamped with runes. 

Smiling, I offered her the coins. "Thank you."

She smiled. "Enjoy your evening."

Tying the bracelet around my wrist, I lifted my skirts and joined the dancing around the fire, young and free and merry. 

I hardly remembered crawling into my pallet of furs much, much later, dizzy with ale and exertion. It was still quite warm, and I stripped off my dress and shift, sprawling naked on my pallet under the window and relishing the cool breeze on my skin. Sleep came easy and deep. 

As usual when I drank ale, I dreamed. It was a vivid dream, though, and unusually coherent. Laying in a grassy meadow, wildflowers waving all around, I sat up and scanned my surroundings. The sunshine kissed my pale, bare skin, my fair hair unbound and tickling my back and sides. 

"My goodness, aren't you a lovely surprise."

I whipped around, and found a beautiful man lolling in the grasses not a foot from me, naked and gleaming in the sun. His golden hair was unbound as well, his golden eyes amused as he beheld my shock. 

"What? Didn't you know what my priestess put on your wrist?"

"No?" I managed to reply, shaking my hair forward to help shield my nakedness. 

"The runes make you an offering to me," the man replied, still mildly amused. "I am Frey."

"Oh," I replied faintly. "An offering in what way?"

"In whatever way I think will suit best," he explained. "It's been a very long time since a woman wore that bracelet."

He reached out and brushed his hand down the side of my face. All my fear and embarrassment fell away, and I understood what he meant to do. 

"What a fine priestess you would make," he murmured, rising from his reclined position. "You prayed for peace and a good harvest when you touched my statue. You and your village will have both."

He moved like a mountain lion, strong and graceful. I lay back in the grass and wildflowers, wrapping my arms around his neck as he stretched out over, parting my thighs and stroking my sex with a broad hand. His touch sparked a heat deep in my belly, and with only a few strokes I was burning for him, to be used as his offering. Dragging my hands through his hair, I pulled him down for a deep kiss, wrapping my legs around his hips. Sliding his hand away, I gasped into his mouth as he split my body with his thick cock, spasming around him. 

"Exquisite," Frey breathed against my mouth, sliding a hand under me to tilt my hips towards him. He fucked me deeply, thoroughly, and for what felt like hours. Boneless and spent, I smoothed my hands over my slightly rounded belly, utterly full of his seed. Frey ran his own hand over my bloated middle. "Wake, my priestess. Enjoy your blessings."

I woke hungover and disheveled, ravenously hungry but also quite nauseated. Shuffling to my hearth, I put on the kettle to make some tea and begin my day. 

I worked as a weaver in the village, and spent most of my day inside, bent over my loom. Ever since the Midsummer celebrations, I had felt ill in the mornings and had a mildly bloated midsection, though it wasn't really notable in my plain dresses. 

My garden was doing wonderfully, and no raiders appeared on the horizons. In the market, people said the rye was looking better than anyone had hoped, and the pasture was lush and verdant, fattening up the herds of cows and sheep. Foragers returned with full sacks and baskets, and fishermen had full nets so often that they didn't need to sail out every day. 

As the autumn equinox arrived, there was no denying to myself that I was with child. My belly rounded outward between my hip bones, and I was beginning to feel the occasional deep flutter inside. From what I knew, this was far too soon for such things, if my dream had not just been a dream. On the day of the equinox, someone tapped on my door, and when I opened it, the wisewoman stood there, smiling. 

"I see Frey accepted his offering," she said, slipping past me and closing the door. "What a bounty the village has been given this year."

She reached out and pressed her hand to my belly, eliciting a strong, deep flutter within. I cupped my hands around the bump. She said, "Oh, yes, Frey's seed has taken very well. No wonder we're doing so well, and the demigod hasn't even been delivered yet."

"Demigod?" I managed, feeling like I needed to sit down.

"Yes, a child of a god sired upon a mortal woman," the wisewoman said. "You may call me Imogen."

"Astrid," I replied, smoothing my hand over my fluttering belly. "Why is this happening so quickly? And what could a god need of a child born of a mortal woman?"

"Demigods are very powerful, but not bound by the rules of the divine. They give mortals hope and gods power on earth."

Imogen touched me again, and again the babe in my womb moved, the flutter strong and prolonged. "You're probably about halfway through, I would imagine. Demigods are only born on days of power, and if you aren't ready today on the equinox, then I would guess the winter solstice is your day of delivery. Do you pray often?"

Imogen spent the entire day instructing me on what I should and should not do in order to deliver the strongest possible babe to Frey. And when the elders met to perform the ritual of the equinox, she informed them of our village's blessing. Once confirmed for themselves, I suddenly had no reason to conceal my pregnancy, unmarried as I was. People dropped off food and goods on my doorstep, left flowers and herbs, and greeted me warmly in the market. They touched me, too, resting their hands on my burgeoning belly, hoping to feel the demigod moving inside me, or at least bring a small fraction of the blessing onto themselves. 

By the time the winter snows arrived, every barn and storehouse and cellar was packed full. Any surplus had been sold off, filling coffers. Most evenings, I sat by the fire in the village hall, sewing clothes for the babe. Imogen watched me, regularly ran her hands over my belly, and asked endless questions about my prayers and offerings to Frey. Indeed, I dutifully recited a string of prayers as I wove in the daylight, leaving small bits of food in the shrine or crumbling herbs in a brazier. And indeed, my belly grew and grew, the babe strong and vigorous, hands and feet pressing against my skin as they turned head-down into my hips. 

The morning of the equinox, I rose from bed and felt a strange sinking sensation, pressure building in my pelvis even as it was relieved under my chest, allowing me to draw a true deep breath for the first time in months. When I stood naked in the reflection of the still-dark glass window, my belly obviously dropped low on my frame. Smooth and taut, I stroked my hands over the rippling surface as the babe kicked slightly, somehow sinking even deeper into my pelvis. 

By noon, my labours had well and truly begun. I wove in the daylight, but I had to pause to breathe as regular spasms seized me, making everything between my chest and knees clench impossibly tight. It wasn't painful, precisely, but it was breathtaking. The babe had gone quite still, unbelievably heavy. Imogen came and went, and the village midwife. They had both voiced concerns about the sheer size of my belly and the babe within, but I didn't think Frey would give me a babe too big to birth when he probably had a plan for the child. 

Rising to piss for the tenth time of the day, a splatter of warm fluid on the stone floor of my cottage startled me, and when a spasm seized me, more fluids running down my legs and spraying the floor. Breathing through the spasm, I looked up as it eased to find Imogen and the midwife in the doorway. 

"Well. It appears that things are well under way," Imogen remarked. "Time to move to the temple."

Imogen insisted I birth the demigod child in the temple, before the women of the village, the elders, herself, and the midwife. Such a public event seemed silly to me, but I didn't have the awareness to fight her on it, too concerned with what was happening within me. 

Firstly, I felt no pain, just deep pressure and a desire to pace and squat. And secondly, I thought I was progressing very quickly for a first babe, and without much effort on my part. The midwife examined my sex between spasms and blinked up at me. 

"The babe is just there. A half a dozen pains might very well deliver it. Don't you feel the urge to push?"

"No?" I managed, breathing as another spasms squeezed me. "Just... pressure..."

Loosening, I paced towards the plinth at the base of the statue, squatting before it. Yanking my shift off over my head, I bent over the cold stone slab, spreading my knees and bearing down as the next spasm came. I felt the babe squeeze downward, my sex bulging as the head pressed outward. Without warning, every lamp and candle in the building extinguished, and a warm male hand slid down my back. The spasm eased briefly enough for me to whisper, "Frey?"

"Yes," he whispered back, digging his knuckles deep into my low back. "Breathe through the next one, no pushing."

Indeed, the next pain was on me, and I just panted through it as the babe inched down, Frey's hand cupping the head and my sex and not allowing it to bulge outward any further. His touch was tingling and invigorating, and as he thumb stroked upward-

Clutching the edge of the plinth, I orgasmed with a strangled cry, even as the babe's head delivered entirely. Panting, I bore down on the next spasm, delivering the first shoulder as the babe turned, and then the second. In a rush of fluids and relief, the babe slid out into its father's hands. 

The relief was instantaneous and bone-deep, and I turned to slump back against the plinth. Still in the dark, I could feel Frey but not see him as the babe cried and wiggled between us, slippery and alive. 

"A son," Frey murmured against my hair, placing the babe on my chest, the cord throbbing between us. "My finest, truest priestess."

Instinctively, I grabbed my shift and wrapped the babe in it, cuddling him into my breast. 

Frey cupped my face in his hands and bent to kiss me again, deep and thorough. "I'll be back for a daughter."

Then he was gone, and all the candles and lamps were bright again, the women and elders gathered blinking into the lights. 

I rested against the plinth of the statue, thighs spread as the cord pulse between my son and I, babe cradled in my arms. A crown of flowers and wheat had appeared on my fair hair, but I was otherwise naked and exposed to them. They all stared above my head, and I looked up to see that the statue had changed. 

Before Frey was a woman, face turned down and belly rounded with pregnancy. His arms were wrapped around her, cradling her belly, a bounty of grain and fruit and meat at their feet. 

I looked down as the babe rooted at my breast, latching strongly to my engorged breast. 

"Hail Astride," Imogen murmured, sinking to her knees. "Consort of Frey and bringer of bounty."

The bracelet on my wrist warmed, and something low in my belly throbbed. 

By the heavens, this dress felt wonderful as it graced and fluttered across your skin. You suddenly felt very sexy. Arousal soon followed and a warmth began to fill your groin and core. The idea of sporting a belly so full and swollen with life always got you off. And this dress, why it would be perfect to wear as you grew. You forced yourself to muffle a lustful moan as your imagination started to run rampant. Walking along this very beach on an equally sunny day with a swollen tummy bouncing with life, maybe even as large as this beach ball you were carrying, what a wonderful thought. An idea of finding a one night stand crossed your mind but it was quickly dismissed.

You spent several hours on the sand and occasionally waded into the shallows and the waves lapped at your feet. But the arousal caused by this dress wouldn't go away. You just felt so amazing in it! Some new found beach buds played a game of catch with your and your beach ball. Together you hit up a nearby food stand for a light lunch and then a tiki bar for dinner and drinks. Before you lost all sunlight you hurried back to your van, your belly feeling bloated and yourself ready to rest after a fun day in the surf and sand. 

Back into your van, you set it up to sleep for the night and made sure the doors were locked tight and the windows secured and blocked. It was odd, the idea of removing the sundress saddened you, but you didn't want to sleep in it. A quick change into a tank top and shorts for sleeping is when you noticed something was amiss. The top felt tighter around your middle and the waistband of your shorts was sliding down and under your belly. You gently rubbed your middle, it felt taught. Surely you were just bloated from beer and too much seafood. 

But your belly remained bloated and round when you woke the next morning. Fuck it. You were on vacation. So what if you gained some weight? Once back on your exercise regime, it would go away. You put your beloved purple and yellow sundress back on. An idea struck and you pulled it tight against your front. You giggled, if you didn't know better, you'd think you were pregnant! 

Back to your vacation, this time to the boardwalk that was close to the beach. You found several shows to watch and tried your hand at some games. All you managed to win was a large lollipop but you happily licked your prize. A greasy hotdog and canned soda would do for a quick lunch and you found a secluded spot to sit and eat. 

When you sat down, you felt the soft fabric resting on your belly. Before taking the first bite, you looked down and gasped. This could be right! You placed your free hand to your now clearly swollen tummy and gently rubbed it. It felt tight, and the soft fabric against your stretched skin was causing arousal as your cheek flushed. This couldn't be bloat, all you had eaten was an orange and that lollipop. All you had drank was some water. Your soda sat unopened next to you. 

A fluttering movement was then felt. You pull your hand away and then gently touch the spot once more. How were you pregnant? How were you this pregnant? Your stomach growled and more flutters were felt. You looked back at the hotdog and then back to your tummy. The stars must have granted your wish! You lovingly stroked your belly and chowed down on your hotdog followed by downing your soda. 

You sat on the bench for a bit while cradling your life filled tummy, you swore you felt it slowly growing the longer you sat. With a smile, you rise to your feet and continue to venture around the boardwalk before heading back towards the beach. As the sun lowered ever closer to the horizon, the larger your womb was becoming. It soon made itself well known, even your once loose dress could no longer conceal it. You gave into temptation and slept in your dress that night.

Strong kicks woke you up along with a strained back and sore pelvis. Your hand met with your belly far sooner than you anticipated. You had to be in the third trimester now given how large your strained tummy had become. It took several tries but you managed to sit up right with your belly filling your lap. You hugged it and gave it a kiss before trying to maneuver out of the back of your van. 

Even just reaching the beach winded you, it would likely be best to head back tonight. It would only take a few hours, but first, you had a fantasy to live out. Back to the warm sands you walked, or rather, waddled down the shore with a chair, umbrella, and a book in hand. A prime location was found and you sat up to enjoy the morning sounds of the ocean from the shade of your umbrella while diving into your book. Every kick you meet with a light run or a gentle pat back as your belly grew fuller and rounder.

It became too much. You placed your book down and rubbed the soft cotton fabric of this wonderful dress against your drum tight belly. By the heavens you were looking so full already, you couldn't imagine just how much bigger you could get. By midday, you found yourself panting not just from arousal, but from how crowded your lungs had become. Two pats against your life filled belly, you decided it was time to get both of you back home while you could still drive. 

Of course you got stuck in holiday traffic. Your drive home doubled in time and then some. At one point you had to adjust the steering wheel to make way for your still growing tummy. Thankfully, You made it back before sundown. Unpacking the van was a chore for tomorrow. Right now, you just wanted a shower and a soft bed. You cradled your belly as you waddled inside and turned on the shower. 

Taking off the dress once again was undesirable but of course you had to in order to clean up. Finally able to see yourself in a mirror, you went wide eyed and stared at your profile. This massive orb housing a new life, you couldn't believe that just a few days ago it was your flatter tummy. None of your clothes would fit now. Only your new favorite dress. Your belly button had popped, a dark line ran from your navel to your groin, and several stretch marks now littered its surface. 

The shower helped to soothe your sun kissed skin. You lathered up some soap and scrubbed every part you could reach. A very difficult task given the full term tummy you were sporting. Your baby kicked and bounced, you had to lean against a wall to help keep balance. A quick dry with a towel, and back into your new favorite dress. 

Next you laid on your bed and moaned in relief. As fun as van camping is, having a proper bed again was just what you needed. Your stomach growled and you felt a strong kick to your ribs. Okay fine, one frozen pizza coming up. Rolling became the easiest way for you to get back on your feet. Standing up now took a few tries, your sense of balance was shot. 

You started to look through several lists of names on various sites on your phone while an airfryer hummed as it cooked a frozen pizza. Boy, girl, gender neutral, something more uncommon was desired but not outrageous. Between gulps of lemonade, you would stroke your drum tight belly, the soft cotton fabric feeling glorious against it. Even with how sore you felt, you couldn't be more elated. At one point, you looked down at your large belly now trying to pull your favorite dress tight. Better get a few of each, just in case the stars have given you multiples. While eating your pizza and drinking more lemonade, you continued to scroll through various sites and saved the names that you liked. 

You lost track of time but soon felt your belly press against the edge of the table. Holy hell! You were becoming massive! You pushed your chair away from the table and stroked your belly again. You were looking overdue with one. Your guess about multiples was seeming to be correct. Using the table to stand up, your belly was sitting low on your hips down and you felt a tight sharp pain.

A wince was heard as you clutched your overripe belly. Of course, now you have to push this child out. Not wanting to be drilled by doctors at a hospital, you focused on deep breaths while waddling around looking for towels and blankets. Walking seemed to be helping with the pains and you had a hallway you could walk up and down. At one end was your living room, at the other, your bedroom. It was short but would do the trick. Just breathe through the pain, the purple and yellow dress clung to your laboring belly it felt surprisingly soothing. 

It took several laps before you realized something was very wrong. The sides of your belly were starting to brush against the walls of the hallway. A scream came out this time. Impossible! How were you still growing! You were in labor! A test push with no results, your first of who knew how many babies wasn't ready to emerge yet. You waddled as quickly as you could out of the hallway before you got stuck and kneeled on your nest of towels. Due to your belly’s size, only your fingertips graced the floor. 

It really did look like you had swallowed that beach ball! You clutched your belly and pleaded to your babies to stop as panic set in. Your stomach felt too tight, and even your favorite dress was starting to feel too tight. You had to get these new lives out of you, or you might just pop! Another push, but nothing happened again. You tried a different position, you tried twisting your hips, standing back up, you doubt you could do it. The sun was setting and your belly continued to swell! Too much, too tight, you could no longer wrap your arms around it. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to push again. You heard a groan and felt a strong kick. What vile creature had granted this wish?! A snap made your heart jump to your throat and clutch your massive belly. No blood came. Another pop was heard and then another. You felt cool air on your sides and realized the seams of your dress had popped before you did. Almost exactly where you had mended them days earlier. 

Another pop, this one muffled and now the inside of your thighs were damp. An overwhelming urge to push followed and you quickly obeyed. Your belly had finally stopped growing as you pushed down on your emerging babies while squeezing your over taxed belly. It was after midnight when that wretched task was finally done. Your dress was ripped at the seams and crumpled on the floor, you were surprisingly intact, and your twins, they had to be close to twenty pounds apiece, nursed on your milk heavy breasts. 

As for that purple and yellow dress it was innocently hanging in your closet when you returned from the hospital. A rational part of you said to burn it. But the indulgent part of your mind said to mend it. If the dress alone could make you that fat with twins, you could offer it as a fertility ritual, and maybe get rich. Some would likely pay a large sum to experience the rapid pregnancy you endured. And with how large you had gotten, someone probably wanted to look like they swallowed a yoga ball. Not to forget, you did have two very hungry mouths to feed now. And why deny it, even with that close call, you did enjoy being pregnant. With some reinforced stitching, and the proper protection in place, you could see just how big your belly could become. 

They don't even have to read the outwardly unrelated words out loud. Just think the words, and the spell is invoked. if they only read it once, then the pregnancy follows a natural timeline and progression, as far as you've figured out. But you, as docent, stand in the room and guide people through the exhibit all day, every day. You might read the words a dozen times in one morning. 

It doesn't affect youths, the elderly, or anyone without a womb. But every womb that visits leaves with a small souvenir, if the words are read. 

Standing at the beginning of the exhibit, you gather a group of interested people, a modest bulge of a belly under your maternity blouse. "Are we ready? Let's start over here, with the statues first." 

You begin by explaining the island, its geography, and where these artifacts were found. You point out the differences in each piece, appearing to represent a woman's different stages of life; a lean young woman, the rounded figure of a heavily pregnant mother, and the stooped posture of a wizened crone. You move to the jewelry, the various symbols and charms, the strings of beads used a twenty-eight day calendar. 

At the end of an hour, you reach the slab, many people having asked many, many questions. They're all very invested, their interest piqued. Proud of yourself, you pause in front of the slab's case. "And here, we have what may have been an alterpiece. Our scholars have done their best to form a translation, printed across the top edge of the glass there." 

You watch eyes skim the line of text, and recite the words from memory without even looking. Low in your belly, warmth throbs. Resting your hand on the globe, you feel it subtly push out against your palm, your blouse forgiving enough that it won't be immediately obvious to your group. You do notice, though, that anyone presenting like they may have a womb sort of jolts, a few hands jumping to their middles. 

"They don't seem to make sense, do they?" You repeat the words again, relishing the throb, the flutters that begin under your hand. "That's our best guess at a translation, but without the context of its use, the real meaning has been lost to history. Any more questions?"

"You really memorized the passage?" someone asks, joking a little as they look behind them, like the translation will be written on the opposite wall. 

You smile brightly, and repeat the spell just because you can, smoothing a hand over your growing, fluttering belly. "I do see it all day, every day, sir. It's the least I can do. Anything else?"

Once the group has asked their fill and dispersed, you notice a vaguely familiar woman approach you. It might just be her bulky sweater, but you think she might be sporting her own baby bump as she takes just one step closer than good manners dictate. 

"I saw your tour here last week," she begins, resting a hand idly on the underside of her slight swell. "Funny, I could have sworn you were much further along!"

Smiling, you pluck at your blouse, finally placing her in your memory. "Oh, that's so interesting, I could have sworn the same thing about you. Do you come here often?"

"Almost every day," the woman admits, eyes flicking over the spell again. Because you're watching, you see her belly push out a little bit, filling out the heavy, oversized knit. Her eyes skim again, and her bump grows right in front of you. 

Squeezing your thighs together slightly, you turn and read the script too, weight sinking into your hips and your maternity pants giving way to your burgeoning belly as you read it through two, and then three times. You're a little breathless as you say, "You must find the exhibit very compelling."

"Extremely," she answers, smoothing circles on her belly that visibly heaves under her touch. 

You read the line of text one last time, relishing the growing weight sinking down inside you, small feet peddling at your belly, rippling under your blouse. "I'm sure I'll see you around, then. Please enjoy."

The pair of you share a small, secret smile as you turn toward your usual place by the gallery doors. Before you can move, though, you hear a wet splatter on your other side. Turning around again, you find a different lady standing transfixed to one side of the gallery, enormously pregnant, a puddle pooling at her feet as  she clutches her belly. Walking towards her, you see that she is still reading the text, over and over, her belly visibly dropping low on her hips and squeezing inwards on her frame. More fluids hit the floor, but she never looks away, still reading. 

"Just this way, dear," you say kindly, snagging her attention. 

"Oh, my goodness," she says, bewildered. "I'm so sorry-"

"It's all right," you say patiently as a strong contraction seizes her, making her knees bend and stance widen. "It happens more often than you'd think."

She refuses to move, eyes on the slab, and within a few minutes you get down on your knees to catch the red, squalling infant under her skirt. Her belly doesn't visibly shrink, only contracts again. 

Lifting your head, you flag down one of the male security guards who's taken his sweet time in ambling over. "Hey, Kevin, would you mind  calling an ambulance? We've got another situation. Yeah, another few minutes and we'll have another on our hands."

The media may say no one knows where the baby boom has come from, but you'd bet a lot of women know more than they're letting on. 

You whimpered and clenched down around him. How did having such a tightly packed womb turn you on so much. You wanted to stay full. More kicks, your children squirmed as you wrapped one arm around your middle. You hips buck's against your mate, urging him onward. Both of his hands went to your hips. Each thrust was more desperate than the last as he filled every inch of your tunnel. You threw your head back and arched your back in ecstasy. 

Another. Another. More. You gasped sharply as you felt him ejaculate. Both of your hands went to your belly. As you panted and waited. It didn't take long as it happened a third time. Your belly began to slowly swell under your hands. You watched in a mixture of awe and slight fear as a fourth babe joined its siblings in your womb. A soft whimper escaped your throat as you rubbed your over taxed belly. Your lover placed a gentle kiss on your flattened belly button. So full, too full even. Your belly now towered over you. Far past due, perhaps now stretching past overdue. 

Your mate looked pleased with himself. Mercifully, he pulled out and refocused his attention on you. A deep kiss was shared, both of you lovingly caressing your belly. Another month of growth and now with four passengers. And that was if you stopped you here. When you had agreed to help him re-populate the tribe of mages, you figured it would be a slow one at a time ordeal. 

A flurry of kicks, your brood was clearly fighting for space and to find comfortable positions in such a cramped space. It took several tries and some assistance from your mate before you could sit up. Your belly extended far past your lap now and was attempting to reach your knees. Reaching your arms around your quintuplet sized belly, your fingertips couldn't grace each other anymore. 

He sat behind you, and you happily rested your strained back against him. You risked asking what the biggest brood had been. Twelve he claimed as he rubbed your tummy. You were shocked you could hold four. All of them, so big and strong as well. And those sweet loving whispers he speak into your ear. It might become five before your waters break.

His other hand brushes upwards on your swollen stomach to your bellybutton. Only it isn’t merely swollen. It is grown. In fact it has expanded to the size of you looking as you were late with twins. It’s an impossible feeling. Being stretched to his point. Being touched by him like so when you are so very stuffed to the brim and unable to release any of that tight huge feeling that has encompassed your entire middle, always heavy on your hips now. Because this is truly his doing.

He’s secretly been filling you up slowly but steadily over the course of months. You were always on your two-part birth control but after a while of you dating, he had taken you off of the meds, which allow you to release any seed that is dispensed into you. You didn’t know it at first. The pills always looked the same as always. You couldn’t have known the other was just a simple vitamin. Only by week three you started to notice a bloat to your belly that didn’t seem go away but rather only increased. At first you wondered maybe you’ve started to eat too much. Afraid of becoming fat for your alpha, you went on a diet for a few days.

But when that didn’t work and your belly only kept on growing no matter what, you got worried and decided to tell him. He offered to administer you an enema, the doctor he is, saying it might help. It sounded embarrassing but you trusted him to know the best, of course. So eventually there you were, on your hands and knees in the tub, only in your simple white t-shit while he took out a medicinal tube and funnel. He attached the hose into your backside with gentle precision and took out the saline solution to start feeding it inside you. You didn’t know your state had nothing to do with your bowels. Your alpha was merely playing with you without you even knowing it. He just wanted to see you struggle to bravely withstand the procedure as your already filled belly was being stuffed with even more of his own desire.

Not only that, he used far more saline than otherwise would ever be prescribed at a hospital. Two full liters of the solution were administered into your guts over the course of one painful, although admittedly also an erotic, hour. During that time your belly managed to tear through the seams of your shirt as it innocently took in all the saline solution causing your alpha to want to fuck your mouth as the last few ounces were administered into you. His seed then proceeded to only swell up your state further but of course you couldn’t know that yet. When eventually you merely kept on growing despite the enema treatment, your asked your alpha to take you to see a specialist.

Of course the specialist was a close friend of his and not of any real help. He put you through the indescribable humiliation of undressing before him in the clinical white room of his office and revealing your horribly bloated body not only in front of him but your alpha too under the harsh fluorescent lights. While your alpha watched, he had you weighed and measured from ass to tits, took flash photos for documentation and even examined your pussy. Due to him examining you in a way that was unlike any other OBYN exam you had ever had, much too sensual and lengthy in its entirety, to your horror, you fact cummed at the end. If only that had been the most embarrassing part of the trip. Instead, the doctor concluded from these results that you were going through a unique ultra-hormonal omega-phase where your body wanted to prepare itself for pregnancy by doing something he called a test run.

This meant you were to become extra susceptible for arousal, yearn for your alpha’s cum and would store it all inside you until your body felt it had practiced enough to become truly impregnated. When the run would finish, you simply would not hold the seed in anymore and it would start to leave your body naturally. You had never heard of such a diagnosis but seeing as two doctors were telling you so, what could you do but believe them. You felt weird and betrayed by your body becoming, to be frank, such a slut, as you had always prided yourself in being independent and free of your more natural omega-instincts. You thought would rather adopt than have kids of your own one day as you wanted to make sure you could keep working.

But now it seemed your body was even more needy than a normal omega’s for wanting to be pregnant like this even if it wasn't real. It was humiliating for you. Treatment for your condition was such that you were to be filled by your alpha at least once a day via any orifice preferred considering omegas were able to become impregnated through all their bodily channels. You were also to act and take care of yourself as if you were actually pregnant. This meant taking all the vitamins, doing prenatal yoga to keep up your limberness and eating enough for two. Your alpha was to track your progress by daily weigh-ins and measuring. After two months, the door to your bathroom was nearly covered in polaroids showcasing your fattening form.

Even your breasts were coming in as your body truly believed it was expecting thanks to your womb filling up so much. When month six came about, you were destroyed to realize you could not work anymore. You were simply becoming too heavy. Your breasts were beginning to lactate and your co-workers stared at you wherever you went. Not to mention your cunt was constantly wet and fat with arousal. A light touch just to your belly felt like a lightening of pleasure. No clothes seemed to fit you and concentrating was becoming harder and harder. All you could both dread and dream about was how your alpha was going to fill you up more later that day because your body still wasn’t letting go of the buckets of cum already fucked into you.

How long this was going to do on, you would wonder constantly. But as the days went on, thinking became hazier and hazier, especially when you took to just staying at home. Becoming fatter and hornier by the day just waiting for your alpha to come home from the hospital and fill you up either in bed, against the kitchen counter, in the shower, or on the couch as he watched the news. Sometimes you would also do it in the morning when he would have his breakfast. You get on your knees under the table to suck him dry, essentially having a breakfast of your own while he read the paper and had his coffee before work.

At month nine, you were as pregnant as they come. Your alpha would have to milk you every evening after taking your measurements with the device he brought from the hospital. Despite the whole ordeal making you feel like a human cow knowing the milk had no real baby to feed, the release of tension in your tits amazing despite brief. You only wished you could experience it for your nether regions as well. Your stomach was as tight as a drum and riddled with light stretch marks despite trying to apply lotion to it every day. Your alpha especially loved applying lotion to your belly. Embarrassingly enough it also felt so good for you that you often came just from his hands running themselves over and over again across your swollen body there. Not only were your belly and tits swelling up, also your hips, thighs and ass were widening as well.

Their growing size captured your alphas’ attention as well and he loved to apply lotion to your supple glutes as well. Of course that often also drew his attention to the valley between them and another one of his favorite pastimes was devised. He took to playing with your ass, stretching and widening your hole, fattening it up with suction to make it look like another cunt on you. He would sometimes keep going at it to the point of fisting you which made you truly feel like a cow being inspected for how well its pregnancy was progressing. Not only that, the sheer volume of his hand being forced inside you made you feel like you were going to explode.

Yet you never did. No matter how much cum your alpha made you take, no matter how big and on the edge you constantly felt, your body somehow always managed to take in more and more and more… By month ten, you were nearly bed bound and beyond exhausted and frustrated with your body. How could it still not be satisfied? How was this still not pregnant enough to pass the test you were ready to have a real baby if need be? When you waddled into the bathroom to really look at yourself and the situation, the t-shirt that barely covered your bulging belly and the pants that were so tight around your hips and ass, they looked near the point of tearing, you decided to inspected your medicine cabinet for the first time properly.

You had always trusted your alpha to set your meds for the week - he was a doctor after all. But for whatever reason, you could not find the one package for the meds you usually always took for birth control. Instead you found a bottle of D-vitamin, which pill that looked awfully similar to the already one put in your dispenser by your alpha. When you mentioned this to him later that day in wonderment, he seemed to finally decide that the play was over and the truth needed to come out. There was no diagnosis. It was just him and you. Of course, you were enraged. Beyond distraught and shocked. Disgusted by both what he had done in the sense of lying to you and the fact that the state of your body wasn’t some rare natural response but rather a freak grotesque science experiment your alpha had conceived and put on you all on his own without telling you.

He explained that while it was in a way wrong of him to do this without telling you, it was also his right as an alpha to decide what is best for his omega. Also, he argued, that your body’s response to only wanting to take more and more of his cum and being constantly aroused and therefore ready for it, only confirmed that your body was made for this. It needed this. It wanted more of this. And in your hazy hormonal brain, this explanation somehow gradually started to sound true. You didn’t like it but your body didn’t agree with your mind and at this point, its pull on you was too big to ignore. And so, you let it happen again. And again. And again.

And now, as you alphas fingers brush themselves over your pushed out bellybutton, they start to slide in there too, the same way four are buried inside your ass. You’ve found that even your bellybutton is just another hole for you to be filled through. He pumps his fingers in and out and your belly starts leaking cum to help aid the way as he stretches it for his hefty cock to fit through. That’s my baby girl, taking it so well. You can’t help but moan. You’re no girl despite being an omega but you have to admit that your belly, tits and ass don’t help your case and your pussy is hot with want. Your whole body is screaming for your alpha’s cock to fill you further and bigger, even though you’re not sure how far you can even go anymore. All you know, you seem to keep stretching still, somehow.

And your alpha wants to see this go further, wants you even fatter and wetter for him. So, you keep going. You keep going until your body can’t do it anymore. But that seems rather unlikely, because as your alpha says, the omega womb was created to accept alpha’s cum and therefore it can collect an infinite amount of it as long as it is delivered in gradual increments. That sounds equally terrifying and promising to you. Holding onto your hefty tight belly as your alpha starts fucking into it, you moan in delight and pain of being so overwhelmingly full already, knowing you’re about to filled up a lot more soon. Your alpha’s fingers drive deeper into your ass, his whole hand beginning to enter it. You’re so entirely his, so unable to function on your own anymore, there are no words, no thoughts. There’s only the feeling anymore.

Feeling him everywhere inside you.