I Was Practicing My Breathing And My Pushing…I Have A Feeling I’m Going To Suffer A Long, Hard, Excruciating

Birth Quickie 1:

Library

Your best friend and you were studying. They clearly were anxious about the upcoming test, their leg constantly bouncing, constantly shifting uncomfortably, closing their eyes to center themselves, taking deep, steadying breaths.

You kept trying to calm them down. "We're gonna figure this out. It's not even a super important test. I know you've been struggling in class, but you've been working really hard for this, and you're so smart." They smiled at you, their eyes warm and thankful, but their mouth seemed drawn sharply, strained. You knew all you could do is be there for them, but it still hurt seeing how hard of a time they were having.

The library was empty so far as you could tell, the only sounds their heavy breathing and little calming hums, and the turning of pages. Then their eyes snapped open. "Oh. Oh fuck. Fuck!" You were alarmed, confused. "Hey, what's wrong? What happened?"

Their hands were pressed flat on the table, and you noticed how bad the sweating had gotten, their shirt soaked around their neck, running down their face like they'd been running a marathon. Their chest was heaving and they clearly were fighting themselves to not freak out.

Finally, they managed to gather themselves enough to answer you. "I'm having a baby."

Of course, you were shocked. "Oh my God. You're... Pregnant?" Closing their eyes again, they shook their head. "No! I'm having a baby." Their hands curled into fists. "I'm having it." Their face started to redden, their teeth were grit. "I can feel it, fuck!"

You couldn't think of a reply. You scooted back, looked under the table. Their legs were spread. Their crotch was soaked. As you saw their legs trembling, a small bulge began to form between their legs. Oh god. Oh god, that couldn't be. They don't even look like they have a belly!

A blast of breath came from above you, and you came back up. "I don't know what to do! This wasn't supposed to happen, I had time! Was gonna have it in my room and then just pretend it never happened. Nobody was supposed to know! Fuck... Oh god it just won't stop... I'm not ready, I can't have a baby!"

Their back arched, they grabbed the sides of the chair. Chin tucked and feet on tip-toes, the bulge between their legs grew... Grew... A gush of fluid and a whispered "Fuck!" Erupted, the bulge suddenly growing, but they didn't stop. You saw more movement. Then more fluid forming a puddle in the chair, on the floor. The bulge became bagging, soaking wet fabric as your best friend sagged in exhaustion in their chair.

"God... I can't... I can't even..." They were clearly completely spent. "Just... G-go home... Ok? Promise me you won't tell anybody. Ok? If word got out... If my family found out, or God forbid Him... You just can't tell anyone, never even mention it to me again. Ok?"

You notice they haven't pulled their pants down, made any effort to comfort the baby they just birthed into the world... Watery cries of a newborn start to come from under the table, yet the silence outside of that is so heavy, so loud...

Always fantasized on getting a pregnancy ultrasound

i’m thinking about horror preg now aaarrrgghh… timid virgin boy realizing he’s pregnant and being so scared and confused because he has no idea how it happened and then it starts growing soooo fast, full-term within a month, and he’s scared and crying all the time and ashamed because he’s so turned on by it… his belly distended and deformed with something huge and active that he doesn’t want, so afraid it’s gonna tear through his poor tummy… he’s so fixated on the fear of bursting that he’s completely caught off guard and unprepared when the contractions start ❤️❤️❤️

Not gonna lie, getting an ultrasound and the tech gets more and more confused for any reason is *peak*

Getting an ultrasound and the tech getting more and more confused because it doesn't make sense because that's not a baby in there that's an egg. That's multiple eggs, clustering in your belly, their shells showing on the scan, and he doesn't know what to say or do because it's not possible especially with your normal husband smiling widely at the screen and how does he explain that what you're seeing is not normal? At all?

And afterwards you laugh and hold the picture tight as your husband loosens his human disguise and kisses you with sharp teeth and a tongue that can slide all the way down your throat --

431.3 There’s an alien invasion and they capture some people w uteruses to impregnate them with their species. Problem is their species head is way larger than the human birth canal. Between that and the thick body with extra arms, all of the experiments have ended in long agonizing labors, and death so far. The aliens keep tweaking the genetics but so far to no avail. Your water just broke. Were they able to make the baby (or babies) small enough to fit after another long agonizing labor? Or are you just another casualty. Do you know about the fates of the others going into this? 

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Number 731 was ever so slightly smaller than her cell mate, 730 and slightly bigger than 732 next door. Mind you, she was fairly certain they each carried twins. Either that or they each carried one large baby. Their captors refused to give them any information of their condition. Either way they all knew they were pregnant.

When 730 went into labor, 731 was able to hear her agonizes screams for days. She counted the days.. one.. two.. three.. the screams got quieter and less frequent.. four.. five.. on the sixth day there was nothing. Her cell mate wasn’t coming back. Neither was the baby. (Babies? She didn’t know.)

Three more days pass, and during this time 731 paced her cell. She had a hand on her back, worrying about what was going to come of her. If 730 didn’t come back.. did any of the others? Had seven hundred and thirty people really come to the same fate? Was she next? A cramp in her abdomen seemed to confirm her question.

The cramps came and went, despite her pacing, or attempts to get comfortable, but she did not cry out. Not yet. She kept her mouth shut until it was time for lights out. In the night there was nothing to muffle her groans of pain. The guard on duty quickly called for the medical team to extract her.

She was carried to the hospital wing and strapped to a bed with her legs spread. Her arms tied down to her sides. The pain in her back amplified greatly. It’s like these beings didn’t realize that laying flat on your back narrows the birth canal.. before they picked her up, she’s dilated to maybe a 6, but since being strapped down her progress stalled. The contractions did less for her.

She groaned through out the night as the aliens constantly roughly checked her with their thick fingers.. by the morning she had barely hit 7cm. They gave her medicine to up the intensity of the contractions but still she stalled. She writhed in pain, now screaming loud enough to scare 732 all the way back at her cell. She tried to hold her stomach, or to move or anything but she could only lay there suffering. Screaming.

Still it was another day and a half before she felt the urge to push. She was exhausted, starving, and still barely able to move. She begged the doctors to let her get out of her bed, let her walk around, let her squat for god sakes!

She pushed the best she could for being laid out. It was hours before she finally felt the baby bulge behind her lips.

The aliens got excited, perhaps 731 is going to be the one?? They watched eatery as the bulge pushed forward creating a sliver, and groaned when the baby slipped backward. A few of them even seemed to place bets, most of them betting against 731 though. It’s the safest bet.

She pushed, she strained, and she screamed. Her face turned red with bursted blood vessels. The baby barely made the sliver stay open. 731 had never felt so full in her life. Never felt so ready to split apart at the seems. Each push began to get weaker, her screams had long since faded. The baby stopped kicking it’s appendages.

The aliens took notes, and scribbled away. It’s the farthest anybody had gotten their baby yet, but the baby had yet to even come to a full crown by the time the monitors confirmed the truth, after 5 days of labor, 731 was just another statistic.

Screams from down the hall perked the aliens attention though.. maybe 732 would have a better chance?

the stage right before crowning is the hottest part of birth to me- the head resting heavily in the birth canal, just beginning to spread the birther's entrance, stretching them inside like they've never been stretched before. and the shoulders are entering the cervix, so they're basically stretched all the way up into their womb......

Mpreg Ai

having slow-rapid pregnancy thoughts

we have a fun, rowdy evening, and i fill you up multiple times. we didn’t use protection, but based on the time of month, it’s probably fine.

(spoilers: it’s not)

later that night, after we drift off to sleep, i have a bleary moment of semi-consciousness. i’m spooning you, hand on your tummy, and i can feel just the slightest unexpected resistance. at first i figure it’s just you breathing, but… i could swear there’s just an almost nonexistent stretch, so subtly rounding you out. i grin and pull you closer before drifting off again.

the next morning, you definitely look bloated, but not unnaturally so. you check it out in the mirror (i check you out in the mirror), we get breakfast, and you leave to go about your day.

you keep looking down at your bulging tummy throughout the morning, expecting it to go down, rather than do the opposite. by lunchtime, you start feeling fluttery movements, and you know something’s wrong.

it’s slow enough that no one can SEE you growing, but you very clearly look pregnant when you obviously weren’t the last time your classmates saw you. i’d guess you’re expanding at a rate of a month of gestation every three hours or so, and you’re definitely carrying more than one.

it certainly doesn’t help that your outfit is about as far from obscuring your figure as your wardrobe can get. when you sit down, you can hear seams stretching ominously.

- 🦑

I’ve been keeping track of my cycle for long enough now that i don’t think twice about letting you fill me up, even begging for it, pleading dumbly for you to breed me while im completely drunk on pleasure.

we both like when you keep your hand on my belly after sex, so of course you notice when i start swelling. im already asleep by then, and you don’t mention it in the morning - you just look at me in the mirror while i check the bloating, before we both move on with our days.

the bloating doesn’t go down. im a little self conscious of how tight my shirt is around it, and my jeans are fairly tight, like always, and if i weren’t in classes i would have them unbuttoned by now. I ignore it the best i can. my stomach isn’t upset or anything, if anything im more hungry than usual, so im having lunch when i start feeling flutters inside me.

i finish eating and rush to the bathroom, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling up my shirt — which feels even tighter than it was before — enough to see how obviously swollen I’ve gotten. i rub my hands over my belly a few times, making sure I’m not imagining it. im not.

i can’t do anything until im done with classes for the day. At least, I try to finish classes. i make it through my next one, but my third and final class of the day is interrupted by the seams of my jeans tearing - and not quietly, either. i go bright red and excuse myself, heading straight home after that.

by the time we’re both home, im five, maybe sixth months along, size-wise — though i look well past full term. im surprised my shirt lasted as long as it did, though the seams on that tear during my commute back home.

we have at least another nine hours left. and, past the concern, im indescribably turned on.

it’s not like i can get any more pregnant if we spend the next nine hours breeding, right?

these baby's are growing really fast

Who wants to stuff me full? Who wants to watch as whatever is inside fights to get out?