431.3 There’s An Alien Invasion And They Capture Some People W Uteruses To Impregnate Them With Their

There was this drabble on here about a trans boy who got raped by a monster alien and he watched as other peoples were raped before him and he knew it was only a matter of time before his womb would burst open with the alien offspring as well. So here terrified as he’s raped and then afterward he holds his growing belly as he tries to make it to the medic bay or something. And he ends up being one of the few who survived.

I dunno, I’m just rambling about something that stuck with me and makes me feral.

How many months are you?

I’m already so big but have so much more growing to do! I can feel them all fighting for the little space they have 🥵

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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"Do you think I should go to the doctor?" Your friend texts with this video, with a silly background song to hide her fear.

Just three weeks ago, her belly had been normal. Not flat like a model, but *normal*. Empty. She had been able to run a bit and touch her toes and nothing was weird.

Then, she told you about an intense dream she had, where she had been paralyzed by light and strange creatures she couldn't really see, as if her eyes were forcing her to censor them, experimented on her. The 8 hours of sleep felt like weeks, she said, as they examined every organ in her body with technology she didn't understand.

Finally, she awoke in her bed, having lived a strange experience that she was determined to forget.

It was only a few weeks later, however, that she sent you this video, showing somethings unknown tumbling about in her belly. Whatever is inside her, and there are more than three, are growing more active with each hour.

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.

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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.

i love being a simple farmer with a coop full of henboys who lay me fresh eggs every day. bellies always big and swollen because they're full of eggs growing in different sizes, but every morning each boy lays me a couple fresh eggs to take to market. they all are a little different, but all great hens.

one henboy is my best layer. every morning he pushes out a dozen or so fresh eggs and looks flat, but he always puffs back out with a big belly by the next dawn.

one henboy is my broodiest. he hates laying his eggs and will keep them in as long as he can, holding out until his belly looks like it's going to burst, then stubbornly will lay as little as it takes to get some relief from the pressure.

one henboy lays the biggest eggs. he has such a small frame, but his eggs are bigger than everyone else's, and it takes him so long to push them out. often times i have to help by pushing on his belly while pulling the egg with my fingers, but it's slippery so sometimes i accidentally push it in instead. it's okay, he always gets them out.

all my henboys are unique and special, and i make sure to take care of all of them with the freshest food for the freshest eggs, and to help them when they need.

it's always a sad sight when one of them gets eggbound and just grows bigger and bigger, crying and complaining of how big and uncomfortable and stuck they feel. eggs on eggs just piling up in their bellies, stuffing them so full and heavy you can feel the shells through their overstretched skin. they always get scared when i have to bring out the medicine that makes their bellies contract and hurt so badly for hours and hours on end and the scary tools to pull the stuck eggs out.

but hey, that's the life of a simple farmer.

Free eggs AND I get to have a coop full of chicken boys with big swollen tummies???

Imagine one gets eggbound, maybe one of the smaller breeds who's eggs happened to grow a little bigger than usual and get stuck, but he's so scared of the unbinding treatment that he escapes the coop and hides in fear. He's had to suffer through it several times before and is so afraid to go through it again, he doesn't think about the consequences of not taking the treatment. He runs off into the nearby woods and roosts as high as his eggbound belly will let him to avoid the farmer from finding him and giving him that horrible medicine.

Several days later and he quickly realizes what horrible mistake he's made. His body doesn't stop producing eggs even if he's already full. and now there's nearly a dozen giant eggs backed up in his poor eggbound tummy. He's tried so hard to lay them, but the biggest one is blocking the rest from coming out, and it's too large for him to get out by himself.

He's so big now he can barely move under the weight of all those eggs. No matter how hard he pushes or how hard he tries to squeeze his lumpy overfilled belly, the eggs wont budge. If he doesn't go back to the coop and look for the farmers help, his tummy will keep filling with eggs, but now that he's so painfully full, the unbinding treatment will be ten times as agonizing as usual.

He's torn on what to do, but if he doesn't decide quickly, his tummy will become so full and heavy he'll be stuck out in the woods alone, and who knows what other creatures might do if they him, completely helpless beneath his big swollen belly...

I feel like I’m already 10 cm dilated….

student who goes into labor during class and manages to hide the pain all the way until they get home and finally ripping their clothes off, collapsing onto the bed, and screaming as the baby crowns

Happy Monday!! Enjoy!!