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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)

Y'all I'm being so fr rn but I need an alien to be occupying my womb like right now. Preferably something overly active and noisy that I can constantly feel and hear, but I'd even be fine with a heavy and hard egg. Ugh :(

I decided to walk around a bit and, oh godd.. I feel such a strong urge to push 😖

I don't think I've dilated though, a-and my waters still haven't broken... o-oh goddd... hnnnn...

People occasionally ask me about the origins of my pregnancy/birth kink, and I just remembered something that I think was pretty crucial.

When I was in middle school I read the book “FEAR,” the fifth installment in a series by Michael Grant. It was honestly a bit too dark, gorey, and violent to be considered a young adult novel, but I digress.

Near the end of the book is a scene where one of the main characters is pregnant, and her pregnancy is accelerated by the external force of a powerful alien. She’s tired and scared to give birth but is forced to do so in a cave deep underground. I’d send the pages but I don’t have the book anymore, sadly.

This is the first and only time I’d ever read about a rapid pregnancy, and I think it really captivated me.

So yeah. Food for thought. Has anyone else ever read this book?

You sit there, rubbing the top of my belly. I can feel your child sitting heavier and heavier into my hips every day. It turns me on to think about just how big your baby is. My hips ache but then just the thought of you rubbing the crease where my belly hits my hips gets me so hot. When you do it you always stand behind me, your face sitting above my shoulder to watch while your hands start at the crease then work their way all over my belly. I love the relief that comes when you lift the bump out of my hips, but I also love the weight when you set it back down. It can be uncomfortable at times but I love the constant physical reminder of what you've done to me. Your baby is so well cared for and growing so well. I hate that this weight also means we're almost done, but that doesn't mean we can't do it again.

You: Pregnant with something you don't understand.

Me: Willng to 'help' you amidst this outbreak.

Nobody never SAW this coming

Jenny woke up and tried to look around herself. She could not see, as she was in total darkness. She felt around her the best she could, and noted she was in a chair. Her stomach felt weird, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. Her vagina was definitely more sore than she’d ever felt in her life. She sat forward just a touch, and a tv lit up. The face of a man.. doll.. thing she’d seen on the news began to speak. “Jenny Clayton. You have proven you value the potential life of a clump of cells over that of a real living person- over the life of your own sister. You would rather your own flesh and blood die from preventable complications, than seek out medical attention. Today, your values will be put to the test. Once the clock starts ticking, you will be faced with a choice and only 24 hours to make that choice. Finish the task at hand in time, and you just might walk away from this.”

The room lit up enough to see she was in a grungy hospital setting, her legs spread apart in stirrups. Her stomach was still flat, but she did feel weird. Jenny moved one leg off the stirrup, then the other. As soon as her feet touched solid ground, and she stood up, a clock started ticking. From there she doubled over clutching her stomach. It hurt so bad she felt like she was going to throw up. It didn’t take long to realize it was beginning to inflate. “What the f— ooow!” Her stomach grew and grew, to the point of nearly collapsing. A trophy cabinet lit up in the corner. Inside was a long, sharp hook and a note. She slowly walked over to the cabinet- stopping during particularly painful growth spurts. The note only said, “it’s your choice.” “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” As her stomach began to slow in its growth, it became harder to breathe. She saw the timer still had 17 and a half hours on it. Plenty of time to deal with this. She rubbed her stomach, and felt it flutter beneath her hand. “Hello?? Hello!!!” She called out but she was utterly alone. Time dragged on and she found herself getting more scared. She only had 6 hours left when she felt contractions. “SOMEBODY HELP ME!” She screamed as they became stronger and more frequent. It didn’t take long to realize each contraction made her stomach grow more. “I can’t give birth! I’m not ready!” She cried. She eyed the hook but shook her head. She was better than that. Better than her slut sister. She whimpered in pain as she labored on. It wasn’t until there were 3 hours and 18 minutes left on the timer that she felt the need to push. She climbed back onto the table with the stirrups and began to push. She pushed and pushed slowly feeling her birth canal filling. The mass still grew as she pushed and just as her lips began to part, it became firmly lodged at her opening. No amount of pushing helped. The clock began to tick as it counted down, the last half hour. She screamed as the stretching got so bad she begin to tear. She shook her head and strained against it all, before she finally caved. She knew there was only one way to stop this. She slowly climbed back down from the table and began to waddle to the case with the hook. Time seemed to be moving faster but she was moving just that much slower. She had just managed to grab the hook and aim it towards her vagina when the timer buzzed. She had just enough time to look at the clock in horror before her stomach exploded. There was no baby. Instead there was a rubber ball like device inside her, filled with water designed to simulate pregnancy and labor. Had she simply “aborted” it, she’d have walked away with a valuable lesson and sympathy for her sisters decision.

This is one of my all time favorite stories -- it always, always hits. ❤️

imagine being a pregnant model for a life drawing class. the end of the semester approaches and your due date arrives. there are two weeks of class left. you don't even realize you've been in labor until your water breaks in the middle of a pose. the class takes action immediately. they don't have much time left and these last few sessions count towards their final grade, they can't have you giving birth now. so they stuff your cunt with a dry rag to block your birth canal and tied the cloth you draped over yourself during these sessions for modesty between your legs and wedged into the lips of your drooling pussy to prevent your baby from slipping out and being born.

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

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

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

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