Detective X Femme Fatale But They’re Both Pregnant And Also Lesbians

Jenny posed for her son's birthday photo. He was turning three today, and although he didn't technically have a birthday, she celebrated his long past due date every year. She'd been just eighteen when he'd been conceived, a senior in high school with a bright future left knocked up and alone by her deadbeat boyfriend. She knew she from the moment she first heard his heartbeat that she wanted her son, but she also knew that she couldn't take care of him as a single mother with nothing but a high school diploma and a dream. She needed more time.

Luckily for Jenny, she had been accepted to the medical program of a top university, and they just so happened to be researching the effects and long-term side effects of multi year pregnancies. She hadn't even settled into her dorm room before she signed up for the study.

Over the course of the next three years, the data gathered by the study led to the creation of a variety of new drugs. An inhaler that improved oxygen intake to compensate for reduced lung capacity. A cream that drastically increased skin elasticity. Pills to improve the speed and efficiency of digestion. And, of course, the most effective birth blockers ever created.

Another significant development was that Jenny had developed something between a clique and a cult around her. Nearly two dozen people all obsessed with pregnancy in one way or another. Some loved to feel their bodies grow obscenely large with overdue babies or multiples. Others used pregnancy accelerating drugs to pop out twins and triplets almost weekly. One girl was practically all womb, a nearly spherical belly filled with more than twenty very overdue babies, unable and unwilling to do anything but be hand fed and passionately fucked by those members of the club who loved serving the whims of the preggos. This certainly wasn't what Jenny had been expecting her time at university to look like, but she wouldn't trade it for the world.

Thanks to @danny198725 for submitting the photo for this story. If you've got a picture you'd like to see featured on one of my stories, feel free to dm me! Thanks for reading.

A tribute to heavy bellies.

Bellies that fill a whole lap.

Bellies that hang down.

Bellies that pull.

Bellies that sit low in the hips.

Bellies that make you stretch.

Bellies that weigh against you.

Bellies that take your breath away.

Bellies that grind into your pelvis.

Bellies that are one fuck away from labor.

Bellies that bulge.

Bellies that deform.

Bellies that sway as you move.

Bellies that grow. Grow. Grow.

Bellies that take a life of their own.

Heavy. Low. Pulsing. Pressing. Contracting.

Bellies.

The mass outbreak of spontaneous or unexpected swelling sensations continues! If you or someone you love seems to be suffering from unexpected:

* Belly growth, especially if it feels hard to the touch

* Small movements beanth the navel (or, more extreme, pressing movements)

* Increased sex drive

* Memories of being invaded

* Intense pain in stomach (CONTACY IMMEDIATELY)

breeding you full and not telling you a single thing about it.

all you know is that, one day, you’re sick, and i’m holding your hair out of the way (if it’s long) and cooing to you and rubbing your back, and making sure you stay well fed and hydrated.

then, one day, you’re trying to put on a cute little outfit, and it’s… difficult. your tummy is poking out a bit, your hips are a bit wider, your chest has filled out. i have been keeping you well fed since you got sick, that’s probably it. you frustratedly tug on the outfit, shrug, and leave it on. it’s still cute, after all.

in bed, you notice how enamored i am with your midriff, and giggle. i’m so silly about these things, saying stuff that doesn’t make sense. your belly is just your belly. but if i insist on whispering to it conspiratorially and giving it rubs, well, those rubs have been feeling pretty good lately…

one day, you take a moment to study yourself in the mirror. you’re getting REALLY round, and you don’t know why. it’s kinda cute, and i certainly seem to like it, but none of your tops fit right, and i don’t seem interested in taking you shopping for more. you’re a bit worried something might be wrong with your belly. it’s been feeling so heavy lately, and it almost feels like something’s moving in there.

so, i take you to the doctor (vet). i chat with them quietly while you poke curiously at your bulging abdomen, oblivious to what we’re saying. the doc looks you over, then has you lay down and starts squirting a weird gel on your bare stomach, which makes you shudder and giggle. the doc uses a tool to rub along the surface of your belly, staring intently at a screen while i stare over their shoulder, occasionally glancing at you and giving you a smile. we seem to be counting something, and the doctor’s eyes are getting wider and wider. i seem giddy, walking around to you and showering your face with kisses and saying something about “how good you’re doing,” and picking you up off the bed, laughing out a joke to the doctor about carrying you “while i still can.” utterly confused but happy to be in my arms, you snuggle against me as i walk you back out of the clinic.

one day, you’re wishing i would carry you more often. walking around is getting hard on your own, but when you try to get in my arms, i keep you solidly on the floor, saying “no baby, you’re too heavy now.” as if you don’t know that, as if that isn’t why you want me to carry you. you can’t understand why your belly won’t stop growing, why i won’t help you. did you do something wrong? is this some kind of punishment?

but, then again, you start whining and getting mopey, and i hold you against me, and i reach under your belly, and i make you feel good again. in this moment, something about being so big just feels… right. it feels really, really, really good.

one day, you try to roll out of bed. you try again. you huff and strain and moan, trying to shift your massive belly. you can’t. you whine to get my attention, and i come around and lever my hands beneath you, helping you sit up, then take your hands to get you to your feet. your knees buckle, and i barely manage to maneuver you back to the bed rather than risking you dropping straight to the floor. you sink into the mattress with a gasping huff, clutching at the great swell that’s weighing you down so much, almost crying in exasperation, but i kiss you and caress you and rub your stretched belly (almost making it worse, that strange sensation of bulging movement gets stronger when i touch you like that).

all you can do is lay in bed, eat the meals i bring you, and silently plead with your belly to stop getting bigger. it doesn’t listen.

I keep on trying to answer this but my brain turns into mush every time I read it so ummm… I’ll reblog with person thoughts evenfuallg

Easily 2 of my favorite animations , go check out the artists

"It doesn't feel right! It's not right! Something feels wrong! You're not listening to me!"

Shout-out if you want that to be you. Dm me.

I’m finally in labor y’all! Someone DM me please! I need a coach!

To say Lydia was struggling was an understatement. Going from single and partying to overstuffed and overburdened in the course of a few days took a lot out of a girl. Though it was hard to pin down exactly what cause her sudden and incredibly active pregnancy, her only clue was her date. She took a chance on a guy who seemed to have a fascination with sci fi and aliens. He claimed to have found and befriend one. Of course Lydia thought he was just messing around but he took it very seriously. She excused herself to use the bathroom, considering just leaving him and trying to salvage the night elsewhere. Yet his peculiar nature didn't make him a bad date. He was engaging and actively listening in conversation, he took enough care in his appearance that he was at least kind of cute and he make it clear he'd pay for whatever she asked.

After she returned to the table, the night was a blur and she woke up in her bed with a sweet aftertaste lingering in her mouth. From that point on it began. The stomach pains, the swelling of her belly as well as her breasts and the insane cravings that seemed to possess her any time her stomach growled. She practically ate enough for five guys in a single day.

Currently bedridden with her brood, Lydia didn't have any explanation for her condition. Her only saving grace, if she could even call it that, was the ACC was fast acting. She remembered her date mentioning it that night, calling them hacks and selfish. He apparently took issue with them capturing and containing alien offspring.

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Agents Lawrence and Jennings took the official report, both surprised by what they saw. Hearing of radical individuals was new for both of them, though their supervisor was familiar with the circumstances. Young women being impregnated, sometimes covertly, by fanatics seeking to 'assist' alien population growth. Thankfully, there were no complications and Lydia gave birth several days later. The specimen was contained and is under observation. Meanwhile Lydia's date is under investigation and local law enforcement are alerted to his activities.

Please be aware! If you are swelling unnaturally, or feel a mound under your navel, you may be affected! It's more than you think!

I think there was something wrong with that boba I got yesterday >.<

(This is my first time talking in a video pls be nice)

Don't mind me just thinking about the thought of sitting in a dark movie theater as I feel the head of a baby starting to push against my jeans.