I'm Feeling Alien Pregnancy Right Now, So Thinking About Being Heavily Overdue Pregnant, I Look Over

Get It Out

(Contains: major discomfort, overdue, big baby, supportive but horny husband)

I'm in my final days of growing the life you put in me 43 weeks ago. By now, there was no such thing as comfort. Everything hurt. My hips, my belly, my back, all of it. Each day I'm praying to god for consistent labor pains to take hold but they always taper off into nothing, and I'd cry every time I felt the contractions slipping away. The thought of being pregnant for one more day was pure torture. I couldn't take the constant pain and the pressure...

Oh the pressure. It drove me insane every day. The babe and my waters so deep that everything felt like it was in my ass, like I was a clogged pipe ready to burst from the pressure of the water flowing behind the big obstruction.

And I was so beyond pregnant that going out in public wasn't an option anymore what with the stares and whispers from strangers that you hated because you knew how self conscious I was about the size of my belly. Last time we went out was a week ago and I felt like an exotic animal on display. Many asked when our twins were due and their eyes went wide when we told them it was a single baby. You batted away weirdos who asked to feel my bulging stomach and caught one taking a video of me with his phone. You screamed and scared him into deleting the video before smashing his phone on the ground.

By now, I'm certain that if we went outside people would call an ambulance without even asking if I was in labor. On our last outing, we were asked multiple times if we needed a ride to the hospital, which I declined with growing annoyance each time. I just couldn't do it anymore. And even if I wanted to, the pelvic pain was too much for me to walk more than fifteen feet.

In fact, there were many things that your cumbersome load made severely uncomfortable. I couldn't sit, couldn't stand, couldn't lay down, couldn't do anything with the head of your fat baby nested deep down on my screaming cervix. It was so low, I'd reach down every now and again expecting to feel the bulge of the head as it sat there and felt nothing but my sensitive pussy. One time, I asked for your help to get out the tub and gasped shakily as I felt the head fall with gravity and the pressure went from 0 to 10 as the water was no longer keeping the full weight of the child off my hips. I screamed that it was coming out and when you reached down in panic, you didn't feel anything at all even though I felt like the head was close to dangling between my legs.

My waters were the verge of bursting. The leakage started a week ago. What was once tiny droplets here and there evolved into small trickles that filled pads and wet my pants. Your cock would weep at the sight of those dark blotches on the sweatpants I'd stolen from you, as mine were now too small and uncomfortable to wear. I had a towel with me and set it down wherever I decided to settle in order to soak up any fluid that spilled from my opening. My sack was fighting –and losing– tooth and nail to hold together.

You wanted to see just how big I could get knowing this is the largest I'll ever be with a single babe, so sex was limited to me jerking and sucking you off so I wouldn't pop on your huge dick. I'd reached a rare stage of post-term pregnancy, and you devoured every second of it. Seeing the way you burdened me to the point of constant pain and discomfort turned you on. You'd develop a tent in your pants every time I'd cry and shout when lightning bolts of pain shot from my weakening cervix through the rest of my belly. Sometimes it would be followed by a contraction that made the mound go square. They were the worst and increased in frequency day after day. I'd stop whatever I was doing, clutch my belly, and breathe deep. There were times when the pain would peak and it was so intense that I couldn't help but grunt and holler. If anyone else heard me they'd probably think I was laboring hard. You'd jerk yourself off while I waited for the pain to pass with wet, exhausted eyes begging you to DO something.

Today, you could tell it was time. While I wasn't in full blown labor, I was past my limit and far too pregnant to move at all. It felt as if my pelvis would snap in half if I did. The head was so low and pressing so hard on my cervix that I'd feel a spontaneous urge to push with the Braxton Hicks that took hold. I knew I shouldn't push outside of labor but it felt so good when I did. Too good. Those tiny pushes were the only source of relief I could currently find, as you rubbing my back and belly did nothing to ease the pains now.

I'd only slept for a few hours in the past three days and couldn't keep anything down besides water and juice. Any food I ate came back up when a contraction hit. I looked like a zombie and you knew I needed to drop soon or I wouldn't have the strength to push the baby out. Letting me go any further felt cruel even though you were confident that I'd have the baby on my own if not tonight then definitely in the morning. Then again, you thought the same every day since I hit 41 weeks. Every day you'd see my plight and think 'this is it' but labor never came.

And here I was in our bed with a big absorbent mat under my ass that was slightly damp with the waters that were fit to gush out of me at any given moment. I sobbed hard as I had been struggling so bad with the baby since this morning. I only wore one of your giant t-shirts. My pussy was fully exposed as I pulled my leg up with a hand behind my knee.

This had to be the hardest you'd ever been. You made contact with my exhausted, pained eyes as I sobbed, unable to go any further. I didn't need to beg for you to know exactly what I was asking you to do but I did anyway.

"Get it out." My voice shook and cracked as you walked slowly to my side of the bed, taking in the sight of me, thinking about how this was the most beautiful you'd seen me since our wedding day.

"I need it out. Please." I cried as you dropped your pants and crawled over to me. Your cock was heavy and hot as you watched a small gush of fluid escape my opening. While it wasn't extremely obvious, you noticed the way my pussy bulged out around what you assumed was the head. Anybody else probably wouldn't notice, but you'd seen me enough times to know it looked a bit bigger than usual.

Yeah. It's time. You thought as you lined yourself up with my opening. I didn't want this. I was in enough pain without you rocking my body and slamming into my hips, but I needed it. I needed you inside me now more than ever before and you were beyond happy to help. And I needed to feel something other than the struggle your baby was putting me through. I was so lost in my own despair that I didn't realise you were on top of me until you began to kiss and suck my neck.

"Oh, baby boy," you whispered in that heavy southern drawl that made me weak in the knees and was part of the reason why I was so painfully knocked up, "You wanna give birth for me?"

A large, warm thumb pressed against my enlarged, swollen clit and rubbed in slow circles. I gasped loud as a shockwave of pleasure ran through my entire body while you continued to whisper in my ear between kisses. "You gonna push for me, papa?"

Your cock was now putting pressure against my opening and you could see how hungry I was for it. Even though I was positive I'd pop with clit stimulation alone, I craved the feeling of you filling my hole and stretching me with your girth. You chuckled as I tried to shift myself down but the baby was too fat and low for me to do much. You pushed inside my opening that was slick with birth fluids and my own arousal. To your surprise, I reached behind your neck and yanked you down for the most passionate kiss we'd had since the baby was made.

A contraction was what broke it. I threw my head back on my pillow and moaned as you breathed away the urge to pound me fast and hard as my pussy clenched tight around your thick cock. You started with slow thrusts and grunted with each one as you got a rhythm going. Your thumb pressed harder on my clit and I stared at you with more love and admiration than you'd ever seen before. You smiled and leaned in for one more kiss before sitting up again.

"Let's get that baby out."

Don’t Pull Over!

This car birth audio was so fun to make. I took the many requests to be louder, so beware of volume! 🩵

still thinking about those EGGS

god I love hearing the phrase "what's happening to me" a close second is "look what you've done to me"

Collaboration with @muchbirth. Their story my art.

Farmer’s Daughter

Sandra screamed in pain and fear, the foal emerging from her aching body.

Mere months ago, the clever woman would never have imagined herself being trapped like this. Fresh out of college, the dark-haired daughter of a farmer was eager to go back home and help with her new-found knowledge. New mixtures for fertilizer, interesting breeding techniques, Sandra was sure that bringing her cutting edge education home would help their situation. What the eager graduate didn’t know was that the situation back home had become far more dire than she could have imagined, and her father had agreed to assist others in their own research just to stay afloat. It was a generous offer.  All they needed was his daughter’s help once she got back from school, and they would give the desperate man all the funding he needed to get back on his feet. Plus, the farmer would even be allowed to use anything produced by the experiments. So it was that the smart woman arrived to the home she loved so much, to be greeted by the excited grin of her father, telling her there were some people she simply HAD to meet. Telling the simple man a number of sweet lies, the researchers convinced him that his daughter would need to work with them overnight the next few days. They then strapped Sandra down and began to perform all sorts of terrible experiments upon her. The frightened woman’s entire body felt like it was on fire as time dragged on, the awful scientists forcing chemicals and substances into her body that slowly twisted and shifted some of the most fundamental parts of Sandra’s genetic code, bending it to their terrible purpose. When they were finally satisfied, the cruel men inserted a syringe of a thick, warm, cream-colored substance between the traumatized graduate’s legs. As the tip came to rest against the entrance to the horrified woman’s womb, the plunger was pressed down, sending cum spurting deep into Sandra’s belly. After, the team carefully monitored their subjects status. And, to their delight, the seed took root in Sandra’s womb. The unknowingly impregnated woman was allowed to rejoin her father after being told that she was not to call anyone about what had happened, and that if the farmer was informed of what had occurred over the last week and change, all the funding keeping her home afloat would vanish. And so, the life-filled former student tried to make herself at home as normally as possible. But everything felt wrong now. Her dad was so happy just to have his little girl home, but Sandra couldn’t forget the ordeal she had gone through for the sake of her home and family. And knowing it might not even be the last time they forced her to endure it made everything worse. Meanwhile, the thing that had been raped into the poor woman’s belly was growing quickly, far faster than a normal pregnancy. Within a few days Sandra was showing slightly. A couple more, and the college graduate was gazing openmouthed in horror at her swollen midriff, looking well into her second trimester if not her third. By the end of the week, a full term, heavy orb was hanging from the dark-haired woman’s formerly petite frame. Having taken to hiding in her room once the bump became impossible to hide, Sandra became aware of a subtle squeezing sensation deep inside. But some primal part of the heavily pregnant victim knew that these were the beginning of labor. Sure enough, the contractions began to worsen, increasing in power and frequency rapidly. Within an hour, Sandra couldn’t remain standing through the pain. Another, and the soon-to-be-mother felt like she would be split in half. As a particularly nasty cramp gripped the terrified test subject, a sudden release of pressure came from inside, accompanied by the feeling of wetness running down her birth canal. Amniotic fluid gushed from between Sandra’s legs, soaking her underwear and pants. Sobbing as she awkwardly peeled them off, the full-term college grad waddled to her favorite chair, naked and shuddering as the feeling of the unwanted offspring shoving against her cervix made itself known. Something was wrong. Different. It didn’t feel like a head. It was too big, too hard. And the way it was shifting and moving inside as Sandra felt the need to push, grunting as she began to give birth… were those legs? Was the baby breech? There was no time to do anything about it. Delivery was progressing so quickly, all that the soon-to-be-mom could do was push with the pain. Each powerful spasm held the poor woman tightly, making her cry out in pain, tears running down her face as she pushed. There was so much pressure, opening Sandra’s birth canal so wide. It felt like too much for a normal baby, it hurt so badly. Within a few incredibly strong contractions and desperate pushes, the human experiment could feel whatever it was coming out of her resting just behind her opening. So close to coming out. Reaching down a trembling hand, gently rubbing her groin, Sandra could feel her gender bulging, wet and swollen and sensitive. Then, it was time. Bearing down and screaming in agony, fear, and helplessness, the desperate woman tried to get this baby she never wanted out of her body. The head felt so solid, so unyielding. Sandra’s tender womanhood began to part from inside, the soon-to-emerge offspring inching forward painfully, lips burning as she began to crown. She was opening so wide so quickly, tension at the base of the laboring victim’s entrance began to mount. “No, please, not this, I can’t t-tear!” Sandra cried, unable to stop pushing but certain she would rip her poor slit badly wish how quickly she was delivering. Then, a surge of motion. Delicate folds pulled back as the human experiment convulsed at the overwhelming sensation of her bizarre child suddenly slipping forward. Reaching down once more, Sandra placed her hand between her legs, curious what her baby felt like. What the poor woman felt was hooves. Hard, with a soft mucous membrane on the outside. Further back was slimy fur. And between the two equine limbs, just nudging at her opening, was a fuzzy snout. Wide nostrils, slick hair. Sandra knew this feeling. When she was a little girl, her favorite mare had gotten pregnant. She’d boldly touched the baby as it emerged. It had felt almost exactly like this. Sobbing, sinking low in her chair, throwing her head back and letting out a defeated, agonized cry, the girl that had had such high hopes for herself, who had just graduated with a masters in biological science, gave into another contraction, pushing out what she now knew to be a dirty farm animal, a foal, from between her legs. The head slid forward quickly, the terrible burning and pressure between the horrified woman’s legs intensifying as the slimy, fur covered head of her baby horse emerged. Stopping half way, Sandra was left gasping for air and trying to figure out how this could have happened. But the confused mother-to-be didn’t have long to think, her body working against her pursuit of understanding, insistent that this baby come out NOW. Another big push let the rest of the equestrian snout slip out, as well as the ears and face. Once that was done the contraction ended, though the body continued sliding onward, Sandra’s bestial offspring already squirming and making sounds. High pitched knickers and whinnies came from between the disgusted woman’s legs as the foal attempted to assist in its own delivery. Sandra knew what was coming. She didn’t want it, knew it would be terrible, but there was no way to avoid it. Instinctually, without realizing how awful it would be for its mother, the tiny horse began to kick to help it emerge from its mothers birth canal. Grunting and screaming in torment, the hard hooves of the college graduates foal slammed against her hips, sending pain shooting throughout the laboring woman’s lower body. As the tiny farm animal continued emerging, Sandra helping it along as best she could, a cracking sound was heard, alongside an even more horrific cry of pain. A few more solid kicks like that, and the victim’s pelvis would shatter. Pushing with the pain, the desperate animal mommy gave everything she had to getting this over with as quickly as possible. It was the choice to sit in the chair that saved her. Gravity helped the foal be born faster than would otherwise have happened, only one more kick slamming against the moderately damaged hip bone of the genetically altered woman. That was enough to propel the newborn horse beyond the point of no return, the natural pulling force of the planet tugging the beast the rest of the way from its mothers birth canal. Sandra sagged in her chair, exhausted, as her newborn child stumbled around and made happy sounds, delighted to be alive. The cruel scientists came in after their experiment passed out, delighted to see the umbilical cord leading from the infant horse back into the human woman, proof that she had gestated and delivered the beast of burden. Sandra woke back in the room she had come to have nightmares about, no longer sore but once more strapped to a table. Her captors explained that their project was a bold, secret journey to the very limits of genetic manipulation. And to their delight, the helpless farmer’s daughter was a success far beyond their wildest dreams. The very building blocks of life within the subtly changed woman had been twisted into something they were never meant to be. The Sandra was now compatible with any form of genetic material. If the seed of anything living managed to find its way into the fertile woman’s body, it was guaranteed to successfully take root.

The evil researcher’s intentions were now to see how far they could push the limits of the female body. For now, they would give her a break, a nice little of puppies to deliver, just to prove it wasn’t only horses that could gestate within Sandra’s corrupted womb. Then, after, something a bit more exciting, like a cow, or maybe a sea mammal… The terrified soon-to-be-pregnant victim could do nothing but beg as the syringe slid between her legs once more, and the warm feeling of inhuman life taking root within her body began to tingle across her awareness, signaling that her puppies were on the way…

The adventurer was exploring a cave when he was captured by a drider, and speared on her ovipositor. She left an egg sac inside him, stretching his belly to a heaving full term mound in minutes. He endured the pain and the humiliation as best he could; eventually he could lay the eggs and forget this ever happened.

But that was months ago, and his hard, heavy belly is starting to move. The eggs are hatching inside him. His belly already hurts so much supporting the weight of the eggs, and now he’s getting bigger, and his skin hurts so much. He still doesn’t know how to get his clutch out of him.

Had an erotic dream set in an aquarium, where my partner and I spent the entire trip fantasizing about them getting pregnant by different large sea creatures.

I dont think that's much to ask.

W.I.P. belly-themed mod for World of Horror

THE GREAT BIG GRAVID PREGNANCY KINK ASK GAME

There are some very fun preg or belly kink ask games out there, but the one's I've seen are typically focused on one flavor of said kink, or aren't strictly pregnancy-focused or are heavily gendered.

So I thought I'd to cook up 50 fun, kinky but not outright explicit, questions for an ask game. All pretty broad in application, and gender neutral! Please enjoy! _______________________________________________________

What's your favorite aspect of pregnancy? What makes it hot for you in a kink sense?

Would you rather be with someone who IS pregnant, or be pregnant YOURSELF? (or both?)

Do you prefer pregnant bellies that sit high, or carry low?

Do you prefer a pregnant belly that leans more "torpedo belly" or "beachball belly", or something else?

Favorite pregnancy blemish (stretchmarks, veins, linea nigra, ect), if any?

If you could only pick one, would you keep hyperpreg, rapid preg, or perma preg? Why?

Favorite NON-physical attribute of pregnancy? (Ex: cravings, pregnancy brain, nesting)

Most niche part of pregnancy that fits into your kink?

How pregnant is TOO pregnant where it stops being hot?

Thoughts on ill-fitting/outgrowing clothes with pregnancy?

Do you prefer bare, partially covered, or tightly clothed pregnant bellies?

Do you have a favorite occupation to see a pregnant person performing?

In preg kink writings, when a pregnancy is abnormal in any way, do you prefer when it's supernatural (fantasy), technological (sci-fi), explained some other way, or not explained at all?

Who are some of your favorite preg kink artists/blogs?

Do you prefer when a pregnancy is super encumbering, or doesn't limit the pregnant person in an extreme way?

How do you feel about pregnancy and stuckage?

How do you feel about pregnancy and stuffing, or vore, or wg, or inflation, or any other kink that increases belly size?

How do you feel about pregnancy paired with another, non-belly related kink? (asker may specify)

Thoughts on pregnant belly worship?

Thoughts on pregnant belly manipulation? (like pushing on or shaking a pregnant belly)

What's something kinky you would love to do to a pregnant belly, outside of the realm of normal pampering or worship?

What's an outfit you'd love to see a pregnant person wear?

For kink purposes, what's your favorite stage of pregnancy?

Favorite view for a belly? (straight on, side profile, POV looking down as though it's yours, ect)

Do you prefer a pregnant person dressed to the nines, or basically in their pajamas?

Describe one of your most self indulgent preg kink fantasies in full.

Do you prefer super active pregnant bellies, or bellies with calmer babies?

Do you prefer smooth and blemishless pregnant bellies, or ones with lots of marks and veins and strain?

Favorite non-belly physical attribute of a pregnant person?

Favorite state for a belly button on a pregnant belly? (innie, outie, flat, ect)

Thoughts on pregnant bellies with a soft layer of chub around them?

Favorite word to describe a pregnant belly?

Do you prefer when a pregnant person is "maxed out" and at the height of their possible growth, or big but still growing, lending to some anticipation for what's to come?

What's your ideal rapid preg growth speed? How long should it ideally take to go from a flat tummy to full term?

Do you prefer a large/overdue singleton, or a batch of multiples?

What what point does "high order multiples" become "rapid preg" to you?

Thoughts on monsterpreg? If you enjoy it, what's your favorite monster to be/see someone pregnant with?

If you enjoy pregnancy encumbering mobility, do you prefer if its due to size, or weight? or both?

Do you think of a pregnancy kink as a more "vanilla" kink, or as one of the weirder ones?

What are some aspects of pregnancy that you enjoy in a kink way that AREN'T the pregnancy itself? (Ex: breeding, labor, birth, lactation, ect)

Have you told anyone you know IRL about your pregnancy kink? If so, who (within reason privacy wise), and how did they take it?

Favorite piece of pregnancy-centric media? (could be for kink purposes or otherwise)

Favorite part of a pregnant belly?

Thoughts on belly piercings on pregnant bellies?

In a kink context, what's an activity you would you like to be doing/see someone doing while pregnant?

At what point does a pregnant belly go from "big" to "huge"?

Do you have any preg kink "guilty pleasures"? What is one, if you have any and are willing to share?

Do you have another kink that you enjoy mixing with pregnancy? If so, what is it?

Do you have any irl stories or anecdotes that relate to your pregnancy kink in way way? Care to share?

In as much detail as possible, what's your IDEAL pregnant belly?

Dragonborn are hot as hell though like damn they're all so huge and scaled and wonderful and god fuck just imagine you're riding her thick knotted cock every day, she loves to touch you and hold you close and rub your soft human skin oh so gently because you're breakable, feeling her claws and fangs on you when you kiss or she gets excited and bites your shoulders

and you're not using protection because, well, dragonborn can't get humans pregnant, so you can just enjoy how it feels whenever she cums raw in you and fills you and that knot makes sure none of it comes loose and it always feels so good...

so when your belly starts swelling she doesn't think much at first, until one night she's laying there with you dozing on her knot and frowns as her thumb rubs over your soft belly, and she presses down and feels something hard, but that's definitely not possible. Only now she's noticed it's obvious how rapidly it's growing

and next month you can't deny that it's there, a solid heavy weight, and a dragonborn doula confirms that - somehow - unbelievably - you have two dragonborn eggs growing inside your womb. You never thought it would happens, but you're both unbelievably happy...

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