I’m Realizing This Is A Real Fun Trope For My Brain. Hidden Belly When Laying On Back, Everything Pushing

This is me in bed, writhing in pain. Can you help me keep my legs open so I can push?!

Please? Oh GOD I NEED TO PUSH! AUUUUH!

You lumber into the clinic alone, huffing and grunting with each ponderous step, both hands braced underneath your torpedo belly (though perhaps, nuclear missile is more like it). You immediately draw the attention of everyone within the lobby, and your cheeks flush red with embarrassment, growing hotter with each whisper you hear. "Goodness, how far along are they? - They look ready to pop… - Should we call an ambulance? - I can't imagine how many they're carrying…" Your belly could feasibly fit the babies of every other pregnant person present, and still have room to spare.

Over the course of several minutes, you waddle over to the front desk to check in, and you take the opportunity to lighten the load for a moment by plopping your massive belly onto the counter, rattling pens in their cups and briefly startling the poor worker on the other side, in spite of the fact that their eyes were glued on you this whole time. Eventually, they recompose themselves and ask for your name and - still unnerved - how far along you are and how many you're having. You answer truthfully: "Twenty weeks…" You gently massage your aching belly. "And just one." Fortunately. Your belly bulges from within, causing you to wince and grit your teeth, and you worry for a moment that your child is awake, but they resettle just as quickly and your belly returns to its abnormal shape once more. "Please. I'd like to see the doctor right away. It's urgent."

Always fantasized on getting a pregnancy ultrasound

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Get It Out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's get that baby out."

What's the biggest a host has been without bursting?

This can vary from host to host, as well as based on the species. However, a few examples can give us a general idea of just how big some people can go.

Whether it be rapidly or slowly, some women reach sizes that are technically considered normal. However, the myriad of stretch marks tells a very different story as their body struggles to handle all the expansion. Given that this is still within the realm of normalcy, these are the most well documented.

Further still we reach the outliers, who all are well past normal sizes and are very frequently discovered sooner. Though there are very few occasions where ACC agents make it in time before birthing happens, the few exception have led to a well of data to go through.

Past this point are very few fringe cases that were almost always discovered after the fact. While all investigations are ongoing, we hope to find more information on these potential 'brood queens' as agents have taken to calling them around the compounds. Due to no better naming convention having been presented, the R&D department has taken to using that name until a better one has been presented...

-Dr.Adam Carter

I get so turned on when you go into labor with my babies that I just need to fuck more in to you right then and there. So what if I delay the birth and make you bigger?

It turns you on seeing me in such a vulnerable situation? What is it that gets you horny? My overfilled belly heaving with contractions? The way I groan and whimper with all that pressure building up inside me? Or the way I'm being so helpless and vulnerable, completely at your mercy?

I'm all yours, use me as it pleases you. But these babies need to come out 🥺 I can't control it, I feel myself opening up, they're so low. You fucking me would make me lose my mind, I'd be begging you to let me push, to please let me give birth, that they're coming now, only to feel you pumping my tight belly even fuller 😖