I Love This Person

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)

I thought of the unthinkable in that moment. What I was about to do would cause you more pain on top of the labor and ring of fire that would take you soon.

This wasn't the romantic or intimate birth either of us had imagined, but it was the one we were having. We're an hour away from making the descent and this is my last resort. The small pushes you were giving slowly increased in strength as your body took the reigns of the birth of our baby. The counter pressure I provided was the only thing slowing it down. Your entire body heaves between the short reprieves, the quickly tightens and shakes with resistance

"Your doing so well, babe. You're being so strong," I kiss you on the cheek and hold your hand tight.

You barely respond in anything more than a muted moan as you lose another struggle to your body demanding strong pushes. The head is filling your canal to the point I can feel your crotch bulge against my hand.

"Need...out..." You say through barely parted lips. Your sweat soaked shirt twists with your belly. "It stings, oh babe it burns. I-I-"

Your voice slips into a silent weep.

I grit my teeth and look away from your struggling body. I cup my hand around the small sliver of the crown. This baby wasn't going to be born on this plane if I could help it.

Each contraction unravels you further, yet I keep my hand steady to hold our baby in. I can't let your whimpering undo me now when we've come so far.

I continue to hold it there as the plane begins to come to life with activity and your begging becomes more audible. The descent is about to begin.

[Part I] [Part II]

I could barely breathe, barely think. Everything was on fire… stretching, burning, squeezing. I wanted to throw up; I wanted fresh air; I wanted to push, but I wanted to keep this baby in until we landed… My wants didn’t matter though, this baby, our baby, was working on their own schedule.

The lights in the aircraft came on and crew began their routine checks throughout the cabin, getting the plane ready to land.

“You’re doing so well sweetheart. Just half an hour to go until we land.” You whisper softly in my ear.

“I c-can’t do it…” I sob, my sweaty hair falling across my face. “H-hurts… so b-bad… mnnnghh… is the baby nearly o-out?”

I don’t notice the hesitation in your voice when you assure me the baby is not nearly out and that we have plenty of time. It certainly didn’t feel like it…. My eyes were watering with the pain, I’d been pushing so hard, I don’t know how the baby wasn’t crowning by now. I would have moved my hands to feel but they were gripped so tight on each arm rest I daren’t let go, it was the only thing keeping me semi-grounded and held off my screaming.

“We need to put your seatbelt back on honey.” You said fearfully. “And put your chair back upright.”

“You can’t be- hoooo- serious! I’m trying not to have a baby here and you wanna mnnnghh move me?!” I grit through my teeth.

“Yes, we’re so close, nearly home. Just a little bit longer I promise.” You say gently. “Are you having a contraction or can I move my hand? You can’t push when my hand isn’t there okay?”

“Ooooh okay, yeah go - do it.” I panted.

Moving the chair was easy enough but the time it took to get the seatbelt over my heavy swell another contraction was already happening.

“Mnnnnnnghhh gotta-pushhhhh!” I grunted, my body contorting as it pushed the baby further out and I felt it reach a full crown.

“No babe don’t!” You tried to say but my chin was already on my chest, hair falling over my face, as I pushed again with all my strength.

“Is everything alright?” Came the voice of an air steward from the aisle.

With my head dipped it wasn’t obvious I was a woman deep in labour and actively pushing, so it was easy for you to assure the crew member everything was fine and that I was just a little tired and unwell.

Despite my pushing the baby stayed at full crown, stuck by the tight denim of my shorts. I pushed and grunted again, gasping for breath and begging you to help me.

Big belly birthing

Ripe Fruit

18+ MDNI, 5400 words +, First Person Male POV

Contains: Pregnant sex, Lactation, Orgasmic birthing, Oral sex during birth, Size difference, Aphrodisiacs

“5 silver for the camel feed. Ask again and that price is going up!”

I groaned at the underwhelming result of my bartering as I coughed up the coins. If I wanted any transportation out in the desert I needed to feed my camel. Parting from the stand I counted my coins and calculated that between an inn and a meal, I could only afford one. And it was looking to be a cold night in the desert town. 

My stomach rumbled as I approached the camel pen outside of the inn. A wooden cart with display cases of the largest fruit I had ever seen in my life. I wasn’t sure if my eyes deceived me. It must have been months since I had seen fresh produce, but the fruit was beautiful. They could have been their weight in gold. Grapes like clusters of smooth amethyst, apples that glistened like rubies, every individual specimen in each crate made my mouth water 

“Good afternoon, traveler, has something caught your eye?” a smooth voice glided from above my head. My neck craned in order to find the source of the voice

As I looked up I caught the eyes of a woman with a dark tan hidden under the shade of the wooden cart. She casted a shadow over me. Her features were sharp. Her eyes, her lashes, her nose took to me with her undivided attention. All while she towered over my head. The window opened up space for her body, namely, a round, full stomach that rested heavily against her lap.

She rested against the counter, the dried fibers of a half eaten date between her fingers, and providing a perch for her body was the round of a greatly pregnant belly that poked through the window of her cart. I couldn’t imagine the inside of the cart to be incredibly spacious, I wondered how it was possible for such a woman to be inside of the cart

I hadn't realized how close I had gotten to her while observing her products, and right before me was her chest. Her gigantic breasts sat against either side of her belly, casually covered by loose purple fabric that drew their full teardrop shape closely.

“Um… Ah… Melons.” I spit out. A cringe crept around the corner of my lips.

The woman chuckled, amused watching the movements of my face. “Melons? I have a few” She replied without any ounce of offense taken. She set her date down, and held her belly in place as she huffed, pulling a variety in a wooden bin from behind her. Her eyes dropped as she found a crate of fruit behind her, 

“The rain's have been plentiful. These may be overripe…” Her fingers drew closer across the wooden counter towards the reptile-like skin of the cantaloupe between us. Even as she brought them out I could smell the fruit from within. They shined among every other product on display. 

“That shouldn’t be a problem. What’s wrong with overripe melons?”

“These plants bore their fruit too soon. Pollinators are scared away by the burgeoning melons that grow on the vine, hiding away the other flowers on the plant.” Her eyes drifted from the fruit. A hand subconsciously drew across the stretched fabric of her dress. She grounded herself to the touch against her unborn child.

“They grew much further than the capacity of their skin. The flesh is taut, the flesh may be juicy, but at a cost of the fruit's body. It's more than that poor skin can contain. How much  more could that fruit take… Nobody can tell for sure…”

The merchant shrugged, the gaze from her sharp eyes narrowed onto me, watching with intention. Her fingers seemed to barely hover over the loose clothes covering her heavily distended midsection. Her tone hid feelings of longing melancholy, one that felt especially unusual for an expecting mother.  Whatever her background was I knew she wasn't just talking about fruit. 

A flick of her fingernail sent a crevice snapping throughout the entire rind of the melon, loud enough to make me flinch. 

“Pop.” She cooed playfully. The flesh parted on the inside was engorged freshness, juices dripping onto the table in front of us. She gestured towards the exposed section of fruit before me. “Have a taste.”

My emaciated body could not hold back any longer. The crisp flesh yielded under the most bare pressure of my tongue. I was slurping the fruit down voraciously. The flesh was sweet and nourishing. The cart owner looked down at me with curiosity and stroked her stomach gently, watching with enough intent to make me self conscious. 

“Please forgive me. I’ve never had anything like this before.” The merchant not only. Id  ever thought twice about the concept of pregnancy, it had felt so far from me. Her fertility was right in front of me on full display. The way her clothing hugged her growing body, how she had to maneuver around her large bump only intrigued me more. Surrounded by the bounties of nature, the shop owner, carrying her own. 

“I can’t imagine I’d have anything like this again.” 

“I’m glad you’re satisfied.” She nodded. 

“How much for the melon?” I asked, attempting to hide these overwhelming emotions behind my coin shack. She waved her hand. “Take as much as you’d like. I’m not sure if I’ll find somebody with your perspective.” The space between our words was palpable. I felt regret, witnessing such an ephemeral beauty pass me by in real time.

“Thank you, miss. I hope I can repay you soon. May I know your name?” 

“Isme.” she extended a hand. It was natural for a merchant and a customer to exchange a handshake. But as mine were embraced by her especially large hands there was a line that was crossed. Our hands lingered a second longer, interrupted by another shopper that lined up behind me. 

“May we be reacquainted soon.” She pointed towards the field on the outskirts of town in their magnificent display of the entire spectrum of colors. The sun started to go down as I brought my arm full of fruit to the inn. The air was looking to be much warmer than anticipated with a subtle scent of flowers beginning to waft through the air. 

~

Night fell as I rested in front of the long day ahead of me. My stomach is as full as it could be. I rolled in my bed with the thoughts of Isme clouding my mind. The scent of cherry blossoms began to waft into my room even stronger now. I had a moment of peace before the commotion came in. The lobby filled up immediately, not one person had come in alone and their partners for the night were draped over each other’s arms. 

On the first floor the scent of sweet pollen hit me like a tsunami, the experience dazed me to lose my footing under me as the embers of desire began to ignite within me. My heart began to race, I felt needy for attention, the touch of another human being. But none of the people who had filled into the lobby could satiate the craving I had developed in the day.

The sound of pollinators buzzing through the skyline with their gentle symbiosis. Not a fig wasp nor moth moved with any aggression. The smell of nectar wafted intensely into the air. Lines wrapped around the pubs and brothels alike. The silhouette of opened windows behind curtains echoed passionate sounds of pleasure where couples were clearly making love. Strangers would seemingly pass each other in the street and disappear into the inns and alleyways only to emerge from them minutes later. 

The scent of nectar was overwhelming now. Into my sinuses and directly into my brain that felt like it was melting. My heart began to race. It was as if my peripherals were highlighted in a pink hue. There was something in the air, literally and metaphorically. In the sweet miasma there was a lust catalyzing hysteria, and I was also a victim.

“Haa… Haa…” my lust was verbal now. It was even hard to control my motor function. Even the rubbing from my underwear was overwhelming. My erection was twitching in my pants. From our short interaction she was the only thing on my mind. Nobody had ever left an impression on me as she did. I retraced my steps into the dark inn where people were attached to their lovers along the walls. The sounds of pleasure echoed further into the alleyway as I pursued the location of the fruit cart. 

The cart was gone, and in my lust driven daze I felt deep regret as I saw the fruit cart gone from its morning location. I had missed my opportunity, and I may never see a woman like Isme again. How long would it be before I devolved into a horny monkey.

“You made it, traveler.” 

The sight before me filled me with a primal sense of purpose. She dawned the same color violet fabrics, though far less draped over her bronze skin. Two pieces of clothing were held together by a  couple of thin gold bands supported by her dramatically distended stomach at the center of her torso that were at my eye level.  Her stomach distended far past her hips than my arms could ever wrap around. My head only reached the bottom of her ribs. I noted the strength of her backside to carry such a weight in preparation to birth her child. As she came to a stop her exposed skin rippled. Though heavy with a child in her womb she was still a flower in full bloom

The apt description of her ripe melons were hers alone now. The exposed skin let me marvel at the miracle of her life giving body. “Isme…” I uttered in relief, my cheeks lit aflame for her to see me in such a state, but as we got closer I realized we were under the same condition.

Her chest rose and fell, also under the spell of the night breeze. Under her translucent veil I could see the redness on her dark cheeks. One knee pointed inwards “You must be feeling it as well. You were just in time for the mass pollinator migration.” She took my hands into hers, picking up exactly where we had left off in the afternoon. 

“I… apologize for being so… Mmh… forward…” I looked her in the eyes. The desire against either of our touches answered it so clearly that the verbal agreement was only a formality. “May… May we have sex?” 

With the same haze in my eyes, Isme nodded with enthusiasm. She guided my to the hidden corner of the alleyway where her cart rested and her stalls of fruit were hidden, a little closet of space where the moonlight shined into the room.

Hinges unlocked and the bottom of the cart flew open. An entire wall had to come down in order to fit the pregnant woman who followed behind me. Her arms rested on my shoulders, guiding me to a bed that made up the majority of the cart's space. Her cart was illuminated by the moonlight. Her sheets were fuchsia under the azure moonlight. 

I felt the warmth of her breasts and belly, our bodies pressed together, as we craved touch immediately. She turned me around and set me gently against her bed to see her from underneath and recognize the scale of our size difference. 

“Was it melons that caught your eye earlier?”

She unclasped the top of her bra, freeing her heavy breasts that dropped heavily with their engorged fullness. Her amber droplets rolled readily against her dark breasts leaving behind a wet trail to her nipples. “Don’t be shy. There will be more than enough for my child. Drink.” My body desperately gave into her instruction. Her heavy breasts required physical labor from both hands to guide her into my mouth. Every touch caused her nipple to leak, down my chin beofre her heavy supple flesh filled my mouth.

Her body rocked back and fourth as she sucked air sharply to the sensations of lactation. Her milk filled my mouth with every suckle, nourishing me as she did before as I was indulged in a way only a mother can indulge me.. I was on fire. Her hands stripped me until my bare skin exposed itself to the night breeze before she explored my body. Her fingers slowly familiarized her with the shape and size of my body, it was as if she was evaluating how much I could take. Whatever she assumed, I wished that she would give it to me twofold. Last of which to be touched was my erection that had been growing against her body. 

“Keep suckling. Let me feed you.” Her large hand enveloped most of my shaft. The bottom of her thumb rolled against my most sensitive spot at the bottom of the head. She began to stroke. Firm pumps gave the stimulation that my body crazed under the humid haze of aphrodisiacal pollen in the air.

My moans were muffled into her breast as she bit her lip to my sounds. Her touch directed the fire igniting all over my body. Nursing on her leaking teat became second nature. My airways were surrounded by her breasts, her scent, and the taste of her milk. My brain was overwhelmed by Isme. My hands began to explore, finding any foothold to reach Isme closer as she continued to work me agonizingly slowly. 

My hands sunk into her flesh. The new grooves of a pregnant woman's body. The sensations of her body against my fingertips. The softness of her sides, her wide hip bones, and finally, the firmness of her belly parked up against my side as she leaned forward to nurse me. She pressed her midsection into me, allowing myself to enjoy the part of Isme’s body that truly caught my eye.

A pound, almost like a muffled thump. I would have thought to look at the entrance if it hadn't been for Isme's reaction.I looked down to find her belly contorted to sharm angles as limbs poked through her drum tight skin. My eyes could deceive me into seeing the details of a toe through The surface of her skin. 

“Your nursing is making me have contractions.”

Her white stretch marks decorated her body like those on the burgeoning melons from before. They only looked more stunning while highlighted by the yellowish metal that draped over her maternal frame. She huffed. Her sheer size was too much to handle. Anxiety grew on her face, like she was watching a fleeting moment pass by. She took her hand off of my cock, leaving me to sigh in sexual frustration. She wore no bottom to cover her sex. 

“Will you have me, traveler?”. She arranged every massive pillow on her bed to support her body. Her heavy, milk laden breasts were parted by the massive dome of her midsection, the undercarriage spread twice the width of my shoulders. She spread each of her tree trunk thighs to invite me into her. I was drawn to her belly as proof of her stunning fertility.

Her pussy was glistening in ways that I never thought imaginable. The entrance of the especially large woman was proportional. I couldn’t forget her tangent from earlier in the day. She was every bit the ripe fruit that she spoke about, and under the spell of the night  I felt like if we didn’t have sex, I would die. 

My whole body needed to accommodate her to take form to the love we’d make. As my hips pushed into the plush padding of her crotch my body parked against her firm midsection. There was a baby in here, one that had been growing inside of Isme for 10 long months.

I had to lift her heavy malleable belly to access her sex. I felt the weight of her child shift as she was relieved from the heaviness of her womb. She sighed, satisfied and exposed while my hands carried no less than half my body’s worth of weight. 

With her child in hand, I finally thrusted. “Mnnnhhhhgggg.” came from my throat as her warm sex enveloped my body, sending a chill down my spine. Her insides were warm, nearly hot and full as they pushed against me in every direction with softness to give. Every angle of every thrust parted her walls in new exciting ways that made her moan and shutter in excitement. There was so much woman to make love to, and I only had one night to do it.

Her walls began to collapse around me. She gasped as she was forced to address the cramping that took hold of her abdomen. A contraction took hold around me and her uterus that went solid under my hands. Wetter, together, I felt every ridge around me as Isme's body tightened to ready herself to begin labor. She winced in pain as her fingers began to dig into the mountain of pillows behind her

Her pussy, pulsing and contracting. Her breaths steadied as I moved. Isme's stomach began to tighten, receding inside my arms. Her firm belly hardened around the shape of her uterus and refused to yield.

“Hooooooo…” left her lips. Her chin pointed towards the sky as she took in a deep breath and let a long exhale groan from her relaxed jaw. She stroked her stomach, quelling the movements that bobbed against her stomach between us.

“Please keep moving…” She begged to keep taking her as the contraction. Her walls pulsed and contracted with every thrust. I felt like I was interrupting her body as it labored, but I was privileged to feel Isme’s most intimate process. Every thrust was a fight as her body clung onto me as I pulled out, but hungrily took me back into her. Our moans blended together,  releasing the feeling of her contractions against our sex.

Isme’s hands held my body, stroking my back and hips with idle lust as the powerful contraction came to an end. The area  around her popped naval was red under the tension and the rest of her body grew hot. There was an intoxicated look in her eyes before she lifted her hips from between her legs.

Effortlessly she dragged into the pile of body size pillows. While she rotated her cumbersome body around me, her gold chains jingled against her stomach and before I knew it one of her soft, heavy thighs straddled my hips and swallowed me into the soft ocean of her warm body. 

The weight of her round dominated my torso and pushed my breath out of me. “Mnnha-” I sighed, a breath was forced out of me as the weight of her hips and her belly sat against my torso. In an unprecedented erotic peril I realized that the pregnant merchant was going to use me.

“Forgive me traveler. We don't have much time.” She slurred as she maneuvered my cock against her entrance. I gasped, feeling the size of her entrance that was going to swallow my throbbing member whole. Isme’s soft, wet sex was intimidating to the sheer size of the pregnant woman on top of me. I flinched at the feeling of her wet juices subconsciously dripping from her wet hole like nectar from a flower begging to be fertilized. Her lust only made the developed young she carried in her uterus only more alluring. “I understand. Your body as it is… Haa… Is the greatest privilege.” 

She took a deep sigh with a softened gaze to my comment. With the overwhelming anticipation of sex Isme plunged into me. “Mnnnnhhhh!” was forced out of my crushed lungs as my body sunk into the pile of pillows as I was swallowed into  her gravid body. She groaned with heavy satisfaction as her body buckled forward. Her baby thrashed against me. The pressure of her womb was tangible as I felt the healthy life inside of her body.

It wasn’t enough for either of us. She maneuvered her large body over me, and slammed down all of her weight against my disproportionate member again. The sounds of our bodies filled the room as we collided onto her massive mattress. The bedframe groaned under the power of her pregnant body.

She couldn't hold all of her weight, causing all of the weight of her baby laden belly directly onto my shaft. My hips were crushed by each one of her heavy pumps. Her back arched as she threw her weight into me for her pleasure. Her body rippled with the effort, her breasts leaked a trail of milk that rained over my face and stained her bump.   I could feel my body bruising and I didn't care. No price was  too great for a lover her size

I could feel the pressure building in her hips as she rode. One hand sat atop her belly, steding her and digging into my body more and more. She held my hands against her mattress as we indulged. Her stomach began to tighten from over me this time. Her stomach receded back into her body

“Annnhhh~” I groaned, feeling the weight of her womb as it descended into her birth canal. With the mother in control she continued to ride through her labor pains. Her folds contorted around my cock, her gel-like juices stained my cock and ensured I could glide against her contracting vagina.

“Hnnggh!” She cried sharply as I felt a hard, muscular lip at the tip of my penis. With a quick inhale she moved again. “I-mmnnh-can-haaaa… Feel you against the baby.” she moaned through clenched teeth  We climbed, further and further amidst her pains.

Her hips dominated me, her ass crashed into my pelvis with recoil sending vibrations to her dilating uterus. “Oh fuck…” I groaned. “Your baby is so low…” My comment drew a smile on her face. Her hands lifted and supported her belly at the height of the contraction. From below her I took control, thrusting into her heavy body as best I could as her face contorted in the characteristic features of sexual pleasure. “Nhha~ Yes-Yes!” she cried as her whole body tightened.

She felt every one of my thrusts sending vibrations to her womb as I hit her harder and faster. I prodded her dilated cervix until finally her hips gave in and sunk into my body. My cock jabbed into a thin, rubbery layer before releasing my seed into her exposed uterus. My ejaculation released a pent up sensation from within her that had been building for 10 long months. 

“GUUUUUOOOOOOOAAAAH!” Isme cried. Her hips spasmed as she grinded over me. Her pussy twitched wildly to accept every drop of semen her pussy demanded from me. Her fingers ran through her scalp as she gyrated her nude body over mine. We panted, our sensitive sexes riding the sensations. My hands drew across her engorged womb between us, worshipping her virile round  under its weight. As my palms contacted the surface of her red, taut skin the thin layer separating my penis from her baby ruptured.

Isme took a sharp gasp as the protective layer within her audibly popped from within her. Immediately a bathtub of warm waters erupted onto my waist, leaving myself and a majority of the pillows under me drenched. We took heavy breaths in disbelief against her stained sheets. 

“Your… Waters…” I said, half in observation, half in question. Isme nodded with a look of shock and disbelief on her face. 

“You… You popped me, traveler. It looks like you picked another overripe specimen” She joked. Her smile disappeared quickly with a wince of her labor pains. “A-ahhh~” she cried, the pains forcing her to keel over my body.She held onto my body, vulnerable and afraid on top of me as intense labor pains reduced her to tense, shaky breaths. 

“Stay with me, traveler?” she asked, as if leaving my lover of the night to labor alone was an option. “Of course.” I reassured her. I assisted her as best I could onto her side where she rubbed the bottom of her stomach in the new, overwhelming pain. 

“Mmmnhhhh-” she groaned, pressing our foreheads into each other once more. “Ah~ Ah~” her knee swayed side to side as the effort of childbirth and adrenaline coursed through her veins. I wanted to relieve her

I pressed my forehead against hers. Slightly, she let go of some tension she carried in her face. She took deeper breaths and allowed the contraction to do the work of sending her child downwards. We both watched as her belly changed shape at the end of the contraction. The gravity of the moment was palpable. Isme was giving birth and I was watching her. 

Between contractions we heard the moans and sounds of sex around us. Sweet pollen still lingered in the air. Our warm bodies still craved more.Her sounds blended in with the sounds of the lovers around us, filling in the air with erotic sensual background noise. The atmosphere was not lost on us

Our lips met and we began to touch. Through kisses her jaw released the tension she held. She opened her mouth, her tongue explored the inside of my mouth, leaving us longing for more. “Can you feel my baby, traveler?” She requested.

“From inside?” I asked.  She nodded. My hand followed her hot, red midsection down to between her legs. My fingers led a journey across her gigantic body before I found her outside lips from under her belly. Isme let out a sigh at the contact. She spread her legs further, making it easier to find her labia, and deeper, her entrance. 

“Mnnnhhhh~” She moaned as my fingers parted her delicate folds and pushed into her. Her chest rose as she softly thrusted against my fingers. My fingers grazed a warm, round mass. “Haaaa-nnnghhh!” Isme groaned suddenly. Her thighs began to shake as the walls of her vagina began to close around my fingers. I watched her stomach crunch itself again. From within her I moved my fingers 

The lip of her cervix hugged the head as it descended. I held my breath, watching the large, round head of her child separate the lips I had passionately thrusted into just minutes before. As she let go of her push the head receded back into her slightly. Tired, childbirth was every ounce the endeavor I understood it to be. My fingers slowly exited her body with the effort of her pushes. “You’re making such good progress.” 

Through deep breaths she smiled and nodded, her face lighting up with pride. Isme demanded more kisses by leaning her face closer to which I obliged. Between her contractions she pressed her forehead to mine and we kissed under the illumination of the moonlight. Sweat stained my forehead as she whimpered into my body. Her tender noises of sex, she ended her contraction with a smile.

Her face tightened in the middle of our kiss. “A-annghhh!!!” She groaned against my lips. She sucked air in sharply and bore down with power, My fingers were forced out of her as the head occupied her entrance and spread her labia open. “Mnnnghhhh!” Isme moaned before she moved with the contraction again. The head spread her open, the round shape stayed as she pushed but as soon as she let go the head receded back into her slightly. 

“Oh goodness, it burns.” She groaned. “That must be what the head feels like.” I communicated. The update seemed to stun Isme who looked at me with a glint in her eyes.

“Would you like to feel?” I offered. She nodded and I slowly guided her hand across her large body. Isme gasped, her hand patted the little head between her legs with relief. We felt the delicate little orb that was slowly being born through Isme’s grueling effort. Her crotch was still sensitive as we felt her body accommodating her baby’s head. Slowly, I drew circles around her stretched skin.

“Touch me, I’m having another contraction-ohhhhhhh.” There was a head engaged between her legs. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I drew my fingers in a circle around the head. 

“Unnnnghhhhhh!” Her pushes came directly from her base. Every graze against her sensitive clit got Isme to take a deep breath and relax to feel all of the sensations of the crowning head, the pleasure and the pain. “Nnnnghhhh!” Through the steady stimulation her breasts began to leak again. The droplets were whiter now. Her body must have known that her baby was almost here. The head stretched her vulva even more. I could feel the head underneath my fingers as it passed through their mother’s opening. 

Between isme’s legs was the size of a cantaloupe. Her clit poked above that head. With one finger placed upon her sensitive nub I massaged her outer lips as they stretched around the orb. Her eyelids fluttered  as she moaned, exposing more of the child's head. “You're making me so wet…” 

The crown was a beautiful sight, a provocative, indulgent sight that I needed to savor every moment of. Isme’s laboring pussy was every bit the flower that attracted her mate. She gasped as she saw that I was headed between her legs as she readied herself for the next intense feeling to claim her partially born head and her trembling clit teased me to pleasure her more. 

To indulge every one of my ambitions I buried my face between her gigantic legs. “Mnnnnhaaaa~” she gasped as her pitch raised. Her folds were saturated in juices, making my tongue slick against her most sensitive areas. 

The sensations made her tremble as her sharp moan elevated into a high pitch squeal. “I didn’t know a laboring mother, mnnhhfff, could feel so much pleasure!” Isme cried. Her hands found the back of my head and held me in place against her pussy as she labored.

“Ohhhhh… Fuuuuuuckkkk!” She chortled as she suffocated into the throws of cunnilingus and labor. “I’m going to cum, you’re going to make me cum while giving birth to my child.” Isme squealed as her toes curled against the sheets of her bed. 

“Push, Isme.” I instructed. “Deliver your baby.”

“Mnnhhh.” My attention towards her erogenous point lightened for her to build the energy for a decisive push. “Nhhhh-haaaaa-hooo-hooo-hooooo.” 

Isme's fingers dug into the sheets. Her calf began to rise over my head, its size blocked the moonlight above me. The leverage focussed more energy on the mother. The cavern created by her massive thighs tremble around me. She hummed, low and powerful, her voice peaked, growing as her body’s tremors climbed into an earthquake of pleasure. She held her thighs open for her child and my tongue. The weight of her belly sat directly on my forehead, and the mass was only going down 

“MnnnnnhhhaaAAAAA!!!!”

She lifted her hips and thrusted against my face. A shoulder popped free from her first violent jerk. “GUAAAAAAAOOOOOHHH!!” The second shoulder followed. 

But the heavy child still sat in her birth canal. The rest of the body needed their mother’s effort to be born. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! Her vocal chords rang until they grew hoarse as she exploded into a shrill scream that silenced the entire block as her orgasm shot the rest of her child's body onto the bed. Isme’s body spasmed as they returned to her laid down position. Her child was heavy as I took the slippery, squirming newborn into my arms and onto the mother’s chest for her to witness the first breaths of her child. 

With relief she embraced her young with her arms as I got to witness a new milestone of life, the very moment a woman became a mother. In a pool of her own fluids, covered in sweat, with her child still attached to her body, Isme was beautiful.

The first moment Isme could let her head rest against her pillow she did. She looked at me. “I never asked you for your name, traveler. I want to know the name of the man who gave me this pleasure.”

“Rayn…” I answered. She panted, cradling her newborn son in her arms. “What a wonderful name. Perhaps next season we will make a child that has that name.”

I blushed. “They may have that name as long as I have the privilege to watch their mother as she bears that fruit.” 

"Don't cum." I told him, desperate to finish. I felt so stupid for letting him talk me into not using a condom. This was so dangerous, but I needed to peak before we stopped so badly. "I'm trying... It's hard to fight it..." He grunted, and I could feel through the way his dick was twitching and throbbing inside me he was telling the truth.

"I mean it, don't cum!" I panted, wrapping my legs around him. I was so close, just a bit more... "Gah, it hurts!" He grunted, his whole body trembling as he fought his body's most base, primal instinct.

"Don't you fucking dare cum inside me! I can't have your stupid baby right now!" I said, throwing my head back, my plea trailing off into an utterly satisfied cry of release. It felt so good, I barely even heard him go "Ngh! F-fuck, no! I can't! It's coming out! Babe it's coming out of me right now!!!"

Spurt. Spurt. I felt it slamming into my deepest point, and that only made it feel better. I was so scared, but it made me cum even harder, knowing he'd failed, feeling him dig his fingers into my hips and pull himself in me as hard as he could.

It would be fine, I tried to tell myself, laying there, his seed oozing out of my most vulnerable place. It would be just fine, I wouldn't have to have a baby from this. I couldn't handle being pregnant right now, I hoped my body wouldn't let it take...

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"Don't push." I told her, watching her in the passenger's seat, still wearing her sweatpants and shirt. Her belly was so huge with our little accident, and I still felt so guilty for what I did. But she was amazing like this, so beautiful, so powerful, even if this baby had made her miserable. "I'm trying... It's... S-so hard to fight it... Have to actively... R-resist the urge..." She grunted, clutching her thighs, trying to hold her legs together even though she clearly needed release.

"I mean it, don't push!" I managed, struggling to keep my voice steady. I could see how close she was, how much her body was straining. "Ungh... It HURTS!" She moaned, her thighs parting involuntarily. Her whole body trembled as she fought her most base, primal instinct.

"You have to fight it! If you give in even a little, this baby will come right here in the car! You said you didn't want that!" I secretly hoped for it, had delayed us leaving maybe a bit more than was reasonable, until she was complaining about intense, overwhelming pressure in her hips, said she could almost feel how thin and open she was inside. Was saying she almost felt like she needed to use the bathroom. Then and only then did I find the last thing we needed and headed to the car. She threw her head back, a desperate cry of pain and release escaping her as she bellowed "NGH! F-fuck, NO! I CAN'T! It's coming out! BABE, YOUR STUPID BABY, IT'S COMING OUT OF ME RIGHT NOW!!!"

There was a spurt of fluid, and the crotch of her pants became absolutely soaked. She screamed with effort, and I watched her pants bulge... More... Until with a beautiful sound of fluids pouring from her, the entire baby slid into her pants and panties, one big, desperate push after fighting with everything she had for so long sending our accident launching into the world.

"It'll be fine..." I told her, rubbing her leg as she looked down at the muffled crying coming from her ruined sweats. "I know you had to drop out, and we're struggling a bit. But we'll figure this out. You'll recover, it won't be a big deal. I promise." She just shook her head, let out a water "can't believe you did this to me... Fuck..." As she tried to force herself to pick up our newborn oopsie...

Michael's Medical Mishap

Hi, long time lurker and first time submitter here! Please tag me as #crystal

A young man finds himself unwillingly involved in an experimental procedure that gives him the ability to have children.

Mpreg, rape, forced pregnancy ahead. Please proceed with caution

Michael woke to a bright light against his closed eyelids. He attempted to lift his arm up to shield his face as his head throbbed in time with his heart, but found that both arms had been strapped down. His eyes flung open, then he immediately had to close them against the cold clinical lights shining down into his eyes. A well of anxiety gripped him, and he could feel himself begin to hyperventilate. Where was he?

Bracing himself for the brightness, he squinted as he opened his eyes, trying to figure out exactly what he was doing strapped down to a table. Unfamiliar medical instruments sat on a small metal table beside him. He swallowed thickly, relieved to at least be covered by a medical gown. 

What had happened for him to end up here? 

The last thing he recalled was getting home from his uni lectures, fishing around in his pocket for his house keys. Had he passed out and been brought to the hospital? If so, why had he been restrained? Had he been seizing?

He blinked blearily at the door as he heard it click open, followed by the entrance of a doctor. Something in the man’s placid smile soothed something in Michael’s hammering heart. He didn’t look like someone about to give bad news.

“Michael. You’re awake. Good to see.” The blond man observed, a gentle smile on his face. 

Michael nodded, pressing his lips together as the doctor stepped beside him and took his vitals.

“Uh, Dr…” Michael looked for a name badge and found none. “Uh, sir. Sorry, uh, what am I doing here? What happened?”

The doctor made a small noise of acknowledgement as he typed something into the tablet in his hands, but didn’t answer.

“I’m going to move onto an abdominal examination Michael, I’m going to have to lift up your gown.” He didn’t make it sound like a question, and Michael found himself frowning again. 

“W-what? Why am I here?” He tried again, but the doctor just snapped on some gloves and swiftly pulled up Michael’s gown to expose his bare genitals. Michael squeaked in surprise and pulled against the restraints, trying to move away from the unfamiliar man. “Stop! What are you doing!”

The doctor’s gentle smile turned disapproving, and he put a cold hand on Michael’s flushed skin. “Don’t make me tighten your restraints, this doesn’t need to be hard. Just let me check that everything has progressed well, then I’ll explain.”

Michael stilled, his eyes wide. “Progressed? What? What do you mean?”

The doctor ignored him, palpating his abdomen firmly. It wasn’t an exactly comfortable experience, being poked and prodded. Michael closed his eyes firmly and tried to pretend that he wasn’t exposed to the doctor. His lack of attention meant that when the doctor’s hands moved to his flaccid cock, he yelped.

“What are you doing!!” He demanded again, this time trying to kick out his legs. He didn’t succeed in anything but getting rough friction against his penis as the doctor gripped him firmly. Michael’s face flushed and he tugged until his forearms protested the action.

The doctor didn’t seem pleased, drawing back and typing something else into his tablet. “You’re making things more difficult for yourself, I hope you know that. I was going to get you to turn over yourself, but I don’t think you can be trusted.” The doctor pressed a call button that rang out in the room. Moments later, two burly orderlies stepped through the door. Michael tried to catch a glimpse of the hallway but they moved efficiently through the doorway. 

Between the three men, they were easily able to overpower Michael to get him laying on his front. Once a hand was free, he tried to pull it away to hide his half-hard erection but they just wouldn’t let go! His mouth felt full of cotton, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his head. “Please! Let me go! What are you doing!” He pleaded with them as they manhandled him. The orderlies were unaffected as they strapped him down into position. 

Michael couldn’t see what the doctor was doing now, which unsettled him. What was going on? Why wouldn’t anyone explain what was going on?  

He heard the unmistakable sound of a cap and lube being squeezed out onto gloves. 

“I will be examining your rectum for any irregularities. You need to relax for this process, will you need sedation?” 

Michael shook his head, whether to deny the need for sedation or to avoid the rectal exam, he wasn’t sure. He’d never had a prostate exam before but he was sure that this wasn’t routine for a hospital visit, nor the excessive force to get him into position. 

He felt the slippery fingers rub lubrication around the rim of his asshole, before two pressed inside. Michael let out a little noise of protest and hung his head in shame. Inside, the doctor’s fingers scissored, an uncomfortable but not painful feeling. He tried to shuffle forward to avoid the uncomfortable feeling, but the doctor just pressed in further and brushed against something that sent shivers all through Michael’s groin. He tried to bury his unwilling moans as the doctor added another finger, rubbing across his prostate again. 

Michael couldn’t will away his erection, he could feel it leak onto the sheets below him and he tried not to let the absolute humiliation get to him. No words of reassurance were offered to him, and the fingers moved further forward to something even more sensitive. Michael gasped as the doctor seemed to push into the space, palpating. Michael had never felt something there before, in his own explorations of his body, those nights masturbating with his fingers in himself. He couldn’t find it in himself to ask what it was, not even sure if he’d get an answer.

The fingers were removed abruptly, and Michael couldn’t help feeling bereft, his anus winking closed. He grimaced and tried to hide his face. 

“The implant was successful.” The doctor intoned.

What implant? What the fuck was this man on about?

“You’ve been selected for our experimental breeding program Michael, your body has adapted to the uterus implant beautifully.”

“What??” Michael croaked out, trying to turn to look at the doctor. This had to be some kind of sick joke, right? This man had to be insane.

“Now that I’ve confirmed the viability of your new reproductive organs, let’s test their efficacy, shall we?” There was a hint of amusement in the doctor’s voice.

Within moments, something fleshy and hot pressed against Michael’s empty hole. He let out a shriek as the doctor hoisted his hips up, arching his back for a good angle to press into Michael. He tried to pull away, thrashing and kicking but only succeeded in pulling the doctor’s hot cock further into him.

The quick preparation from the rectal exam hadn’t been enough, and big fat tears rolled down Michael’s cheeks as his hole was stretched beyond anything that he’d had before. “Please stop! Stop!” His cries fell on deaf ears as the doctor grunted above him.

“Hush boy, you’ll be just fine.” The doctor had finally sheathed himself inside fully, pressing against that weird tingly place deep inside. With a snap of his hips, the doctor was thrusting in again and again. Michael couldn’t help the little “uh uh uh”s that left his lips as he was fucked. All fight seemed to drain from his body. It sounded obscene, the slap of the doctor’s balls against his wet sloppy entrance. Michael’s cock dripped more precum below him, his prostate being grazed with almost every slam of the doctor’s cock. 

This was all kinds of wrong, but he’d never felt so good. So right. Heat pooled in his groin as the doctor’s thrusts became almost animalistic, before heat liquid splashed deep inside his hole. Michael let out a breathy moan as his own cock jerked and spilt his own seed all over the bed below. The doctor stilled inside, arm still firmly around Michael’s hips. 

“Good boy, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” The doctor sounded breathless but pleased. Michael shuddered as he pulled out his cock from Michael’s hole, his speed spilling out and down his crack. Michael stifled a sob, hiding his face again as the doctor removed the restraints, removed his ruined gown and turned him on his side. He just felt so defeated, the fight drained out of him with the soreness of his hole and the bruising on his ankles and wrists.

What was the doctor going to do when Michael didn’t miraculously become pregnant? Would he keep trying? Would he let Michael go?

Michael squinted up at the doctor, a miserable frown pulling at his lips as his gut churned. A wave of nausea hit him all at once and he couldn’t clamp his lips closed fast enough to stop himself from vomiting. The doctor seemed to have expected this, holding a plastic vomit bag in front of his face quickly. 

Michael’s head swam, and he vomited once more before fully collapsing back on the bed. Was it the adrenaline crash? The doctor didn’t seem very concerned at all, tapping a few notes on the tablet before smiling at Michael. It made another wave of nausea roll over the young man. 

“Right on track. We’re trialling an accelerated pregnancy paired with the implanted womb so we can get our results quickly.” Michael shook his head at the delusional man, tears welling up again but he didn’t protest. “You look like you’ve changed your attitude, good. The less you fight, the easier this will be.”

The doctor’s hands were back on his abdomen, just resting on the small swell- wait. The small swell?

Michael blinked down at his normally flat abdomen, bloated and still swelling. “Wh-what?” 

The doctor’s eyes didn’t leave his abdomen, “You’re pregnant Michael, with your rate of growth- possibly with twins.” 

Michael opened his mouth to protest, but his mouth clapped shut as an awful stretching feeling spread across his tummy. The small amount of bloating seemed to rapidly increase, a heavy feeling settling inside his abdomen, growing heavier and heavier. Soon, it became harder to take breaths, his lungs compressed with the sheer size and weight of whatever was inside of him.

Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes again, and he began to beg for the doctor to stop whatever was happening to him. 

He just kept swelling, look like he’d swallowed a softball, then a basketball. His belly button was stretched out, threatening to pop out as if he were actually pregnant. The doctor lathered moisturiser onto the bottom of his distended belly before running his hands on the underside. Michael threw his head back as his cock stirred at the attention. 

“Stop it! Stop it! Please!” He begged breathily. He could barely believe the sensations happening in his own body. A fluttering feeling trembled inside his firm abdomen and he cried out at the sensation. Soon enough, these feelings developed into kicks across the surface of his swollen abdomen. 

He had no choice but to accept that he was pregnant. 

“What did you do to me? Get it out! Get it out!” He sobbed as another leg kicked out against his spine. It shot pain all down his back and he writhed at the sensation. The doctor pulled away, pulling out a measuring tape to wrap around his bulging abdomen. Michael couldn’t even see his feet any more, his abdomen looking like he was at least 8 months along.

With a sudden pop, and a small relief of pressure, his belly button sprung out to sit on top of his swollen belly. The doctor made a pleased sound, pressing his fingers into the sensitive skin and causing Michael to moan erotically at the feeling. The doctor’s other hand wrapped around Michael’s cock, jerking it with deft movement. Michael squirmed, causing his swelling belly to move with him. The heavy feeling in his stomach only increase, the baby inside of him upset at the sudden movement.

“Stop! Stop!” He insisted, whimpering at the feeling of that hand around his painfully sensitive cock with the kicking against his ribcage.

“How many have you got in there, you greedy boy? You really loved my seed so much in you that you had to try and grow as much of me in you as you could, did you?” The doctor’s low tone sounded pleased.

Dread wrapped around Michael’s heart. Did that mean…was the doctor implying more than one baby…

That seemed to be an irrefutable fact as Michael’s stomach stretched out further than an overdue belly, to an active overdue twin belly and further. Stretchmarks pulled across his fragile skin, purpled and angrily red. He couldn’t do anything but watch as his belly swelled faster and faster, larger and larger. He wished his hands weren’t restrained so he could relieve some of the pressure on his spine and lungs. Anything but laying on his back while his pregnant form crushed him. The doctor’s sweet tugging of his cock didn’t even distract him from his plight.

“Ple-...please let me… sit up.” He panted.

“No. I like you like this.” The doctor said simply, a cruel smile on his lips as he left Michael’s red cock and pressed his fingertips into Michael’s belly button again and again and again, mimicking the way he’d fucked the boy into becoming pregnant. 

Michael swallowed thickly, trying his best to adjust his position but doing nothing but upset the litter inside of him. His head felt fuzzy, tears run dry for all that he wanted to weep.

He must have been reaching the size of quintuplets by the time his growth settled down, leaving a few precarious moments of pure relief that he wasn’t still growing.

Then his belly dropped.

Michael took a deep breath for the first time since he was impregnated, those agonising minutes ago. Then he wailed loudly as his implanted uterus contracted harshly around his heavy burden. A hard bowling ball felt like it was wedged between his hips, which obviously hadn’t kept up with the rapid growth in his new womb.

“No! Stop it! No!! Get them out!! Help me! Help!” He cried.

“There’s only one way those babes are coming out Michael, and I think you know how.” The doctor rubbed his hands along the huge mountain of womb. 

“Nooo, no no please, I’ll do anything! Please stop it, please.” Michael’s begging didn’t seem to change the doctor’s mind at all, if anything, it seemed to arouse the man as he caressed his stomach and refrained from replying.

Michael breathed harshly through his nose as another vice-like contraction rolled through his abdomen. The babies seemed to protest their treatment inside their home, rolling and kicking to get comfortable. He tried not to let the pained noises escape him, seeing how much the doctor enjoyed hearing them. He could barely wrap his head around the doctor’s forced entrance, let alone the children he’d implanted in him along with a new womb. It was insanity, but it was happening to him. Part of him wished that he could wake up from this nightmare but the clarity of the pain was too real for it to be a dream.

The doctor pulled his hands away, grabbing at one of Michael’s restrained legs and pulling it far open. His legs burned with the stretch, but he couldn’t find the strength to pull away.

“Nooo. No no no no no” Michael pleaded.

The doctor continued to tie Michael’s leg far apart from the other, then moved on to the other until Michael’s legs were as spread apart as they could be with a belly as large as his. He placed two fingers back into Michael’s opening, causing the young man cry out. 

“Stop it! What are you doing! Leave me alone!”

“I need to see if your cervix is softening, you can’t move into stage two of labour until your birth canal is ready.” The doctor informed him.

“I don’t have a cervix! I’m a man! I can’t give birth!” Michael wailed hysterically.

The doctor made a tsking sound, then resumed his exploration into the puffy rectum. It was much more loose than it had been even after he’d impregnated the boy, and when he reached up to feel the nub of his cervix, he could feel that it had indeed begun to soften.

Meanwhile, Michael was desperately trying to mask how aroused he was by the doctor’s touch of his new entrance. It was impossible to escape those fingers pressing against it, firm and sure. He took a few shuttering breaths, then began to weep as another contraction encased his large frame. 

The doctor pulled his hand out, satisfied with the boy’s progress and looseness. “You’re doing very well.” He praised.

The next few minutes felt like pure torture, the moments between his rapidly increasing contractions and feeling what had to be his baby’s head slam against his cervix over and over again. He prayed for this moment to end, for it all to end.

Then he let out a primal grunt, and something burst inside him. His waters flowed from his cervix and down into the mess on the bed, joining his cum and making the bed even more uncomfortable. 

“Wh-what just happen-OH” He cut himself off as a stronger contraction than any before gripped him. He could barely think against the pain and pressure of it all. He could feel the head begin to descend into his softened cervix.

“Push with each contraction now, don’t fight it.” The doctor reminded the flushed pregnant man.

As another contraction took hold of Michael, his whole abdomen seemed to squeeze in, desperately trying to expel his babe into the world. The doctor watched as Michael began to strain, his anus bulging a little but no head visible.

“Go on Michael, you can do more than that. You’ve more than just one to push out, so you better make it quick.” 

Michael wailed at that, the idea of having to do this more than once.

He panted out as he waited for another crest of contraction to squeeze him and he bore down. The bowling ball weight crushed past his muscles, engaging his pelvis in the most painful way. Michael wanted to shift his weight, anything to escape the pressure. Flutters and sharp kicks were thrown against his fragile skin and he shuddered. 

“Please, I can’t do this- please.” He begged, sweat beading down his forehead. His chest heaved with every pathetic breath he could take.

The doctor just ignored his pleas, running a hand over Michael's new bulging form.

pregnant huge Belly teacher contractions

hm. guy in labor with a big egg being forced to ride on horseback as prisoner. the rough movement of the horse combined with his labor pains and belly being jostled around is unbearable. and the egg being constantly rammed back into his hips whenever he makes the tiniest progress to get it out. obviously, his captors are unsympathetic.

oooohh thats soooo good. His captors watch as he struggles and writhes in his binds, begging and pleading them to let him give birth as he pushes uselessly. Each step the horse takes is agony, the constant bouncing forces the giant egg to fuck him over and over, leaving him a sobbing, writhing mess. Sometimes when his captors want to be even crueller, they bring his horse to a canter and laugh as his belly is thrown into the air and slammed down on the horses back while he screams for the horse to stop. When they tell his horse to gallop, the force of the egg being rammed back up into his bouncing belly is so painful he can't breathe, and only until he nearly blacks out from the pain do they finally bring the horse back to a walk. They have miles and miles to go before they reach their destination, and the poor boy is forced to hold in the giant egg until they arrive

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…