An astronaut, maybe part of a team of researchers working at the very edges of the space humans have explored, gets kidnapped by aliens. He's taken to some lab, experimented on, sometimes awake, sometimes unconscious, certainly never knowing what's being done to him.
Finally, though, he manages to escape, stealing an alien ship and plotting a course back to space dominated by humans. Space is large and distances are long, so even if nothing unexpected happens to slow the journey down, it'll be around nine months before he's there, give or take. He doesn't mind, though, so long as he gets back there he doesn't care how long it takes
But.. a while into the journey, he notices his belly begin to swell. Before long it's undeniable: somehow he's pregnant. With what, or how many, he doesn't know.
How does he manage the pregnancy, all alone in a stolen alien ship in the middle of wide empty space? Does it even progress the way a normal human pregnancy would, or does whatever's growing within him cause some weird (maybe horribly painful or otherwise difficult to deal with) side effects? Does he get back to other humans before he gives birth, or only after (or do others find his ship as he is in labor)?
He's terrified of what's growing inside him, not knowing what it is or how long or big its going to grow since he was unconscious for most of the experiments. He has no idea how he was implanted, so he's not even sure there's a way for whatever it is to come out. The aliens must have somehow put a synthetic womb inside him, but he doesn't know if it connects to anything, and he has no way of finding out on his tiny escape pod.
Months and months go by, and his belly swells like a balloon, quickly rounding out and bigger and tighter with each passing day. His skin is stretched taut by the halfway mark, and he's not sure how much more his tummy can take, hoping and praying it doesn't grow much bigger or he's scared he might burst. There's not much else on the ship, so all he can do to pass the time is rub his belly and feel his stretched womb undulate beneath his skin as it warps around the creatures. He's so big he can't find any comfortable position to sit or lay in, his heavy belly always pinning him down or squishing his organs in some way.
Somehow, his body manages to keep stretching as his belly continues to grow, almost in range of rescue after many painful months. He has no idea how the creatures haven't burst out and killed him by now, his belly is so huge, it looks like a grown man could fit inside his giant orb of flesh. The aliens must have done something to his body to allow it to stretch this far, because he's sure any other human body would have long since split apart under the pressure.
It's so huge he can't move anymore, not that there was much room to begin with, trapped beneath his writhing gut. It hurts so much now that he can't stop moaning and rubbing his swollen belly in pain, constantly feeling the unrelenting movements of the now massive creatures inside. They roll and kick within him, sending ripples through his tummy and making him scream and sob in agony. He begs them to stop, pleading for them to calm while he writhes beneath the monstrous swell, helpless against the unbearable pain. In pure desperation, he tries to push them out, screaming and clutching his tummy as he bares down with all his strength, but it only makes them thrash in anger. He tries and tries, delirious with pain, but nothing he does gets them to budge.
Finally, 9 months later when the pod reaches a human ship, they find him inside, sobbing weakly and begging to get them out of him. He wails and claws at his belly as they transport him to the med bay, barely able to breath under the weight. His belly his too big for him to fit into any healing pods, so he's forced to lay on a table, wheezing for breath as he's hooked up to life support. The doctors quickly set up an ultrasound to see what's inside him, smearing cold gel all over his bruised skin and pressing the wand into his flesh.
They see his womb isn't attached to anything, meaning the creatures had no way of coming out on their own, no matter how hard he tried to push. They also see that the creatures have actually become fully grown inside him. If he hadn't escaped, the aliens that implanted them would have most likely removed them in time, but without them, they had kept growing to maturity inside his womb, leaving him with a belly full of adult sized aliens inside him.
The doctors look concerned with their findings, and step out of the room to discuss, leaving him alone in the cold white room. As he lays there on the table, moaning and crying in pain and watching his undulating belly in fear, he hears the doctors outside the door say how dangerous these creatures are. They seem to be unsure of how to handle his case, figuring out what to do with him next, and his heart drops when he hears one say they may not be able to remove the creatures due to the danger they pose to the rest of the ship. With the alien modifications that allow his belly to contain the creatures, he may be forced to hold them until another solution can be found...
these baby's are growing really fast
My belly is a dense mass of misshapen flesh distending from my lap, its roundness deformed with the bulges, valleys, and plains across its surface that are caused by baby bodies and heads pressing against it. It towers over me, my own fearsome fertility glaring down at me, the hideous pressure inside from seven, eight, maybe more, fetuses making me moan pitifully.
Then the babies move.
I can’t withhold a wail of agony as my massive abdomen begins to churn visibly on my lap, the sound one of horror as much as it is one of pain. My belly is churning, the flesh undulating in front of me, my mass of unborn children writhing in a pile inside me. My uterus bulges, feet and heads and hands distorting the already deformed surface of my flesh with their movements, the entire mass alive with eager internal activity.
I’m moaning constantly, a pitiful and helpless cry of despair and agony emanating from my throat like a siren. My entire body had been colonized by these babies, my breasts engorged for their milk, my hips widened for their birth, my poor belly blown up and out and destroyed for their gestation. I know that after they’re born I will never look the same, I will be forever transformed by the incredible pregnancy I’ve been made to endure.
The babies won’t stop. It feels like I’m going to pop. There are so many packed in there, the babies piled on top of each other, squirming and kicking against each other, that my belly is warping grotesquely as it leers down at me. My voice is a guttural groan, throaty and coarse as my mind reels at the thought of being ripped open. My skin burns, already stretched way beyond its limit and aching terribly as my children torture it further with their aggressive movements. Desperately, I reach up and grab whatever painful bulges jutting out from my mound that I can reach, trying to push the babies’ limbs and heads back inside me, my belly so large that I can’t reach the softball-sized protrusions at the top of my womb.
My belly jerks in my arms, the entire mass heaving from side to side as if trying to escape from my grasp. My breasts, painfully engorged and massively enlarged, are pressed up into my face and threaten to smother me. I feel wetness trailing down the impressive curves of my tits and the front downward slope of my belly, and I know it’s because the pressure has caused my nipples to gush milk from their enormous supply.
I want to give birth. I want to get them out. But I can’t. They’re not done growing. They need to be bigger.
It’s my fate to my taken over by babies. I am a slave to pregnancy.
Spread out widely on the large bed, screaming is all you can do now as the biggest head ever struggles to free its entrapment. You are thrashing wildly against the sheets, begging for relief but it will not happen for hours and hours....
you feel so full. your cunt is agonizingly stretched, too tight to accommodate the huge baby inside. you scream and thrash and beg for mercy, but your partner can’t do anything. they just hold your hand and wipe your sweat and mutter anxious encouragements. more and more painful contractions hit you back to back, your belly visibly tightening with each one. you feel the massive weight squirming inside you as it tries to force its way out, but it’s too BIG. you’ve never been in so much pain, and you just want it to be OVER. but it wont be anytime soon <3
Pictures of a bith of twins. Her belly is extended to the max and so low.
Video idea: tummy alien xD
Yknow... i had this weird dream where i got these lil alien suckers on my mouth. Got pumped full of eggies... glad it was just a dream!...it was a dream right...?
Hmmmm signing up to help rare creatures breed but you're put in a pen with a wide variety and the contract doesn't end until you've birthed one of all of them at least, and they all get free reign on you, waddling around full of cum and bred over and over and no matter what you do, how many you produce, one of them just never seems to be able to give you a baby, and as you squat and moan as your immensely full body pushes out yet another griffin egg you see them lounging nearby, sure that scaled face is twisted in amusement, and wonder if they're even capable of breeding you at all or if you're here forever more...
Don’t mind me, just fantasizing about feeling my baby getting painfully low into my pelvis during a road trip. Shifting uncomfortably coasting down the highway. Aches getting stronger and persistent, shifting from back to hips to middle. Subconsciously splaying my legs open, rubbing my belly to calm an impatient little one. Nervously biting my lip when I feel warm fluid gush between my thighs, dampening my bottoms and car seat. Squeezing those same thighs together to keep to keep the head from fully crowning once I feel it. After all there’s still several hours of driving to do.
Always fantasized on getting a pregnancy ultrasound