THE GREAT BIG GRAVID PREGNANCY KINK ASK GAME

Jenny posed for her son's birthday photo. He was turning three today, and although he didn't technically have a birthday, she celebrated his long past due date every year. She'd been just eighteen when he'd been conceived, a senior in high school with a bright future left knocked up and alone by her deadbeat boyfriend. She knew she from the moment she first heard his heartbeat that she wanted her son, but she also knew that she couldn't take care of him as a single mother with nothing but a high school diploma and a dream. She needed more time.

Luckily for Jenny, she had been accepted to the medical program of a top university, and they just so happened to be researching the effects and long-term side effects of multi year pregnancies. She hadn't even settled into her dorm room before she signed up for the study.

Over the course of the next three years, the data gathered by the study led to the creation of a variety of new drugs. An inhaler that improved oxygen intake to compensate for reduced lung capacity. A cream that drastically increased skin elasticity. Pills to improve the speed and efficiency of digestion. And, of course, the most effective birth blockers ever created.

Another significant development was that Jenny had developed something between a clique and a cult around her. Nearly two dozen people all obsessed with pregnancy in one way or another. Some loved to feel their bodies grow obscenely large with overdue babies or multiples. Others used pregnancy accelerating drugs to pop out twins and triplets almost weekly. One girl was practically all womb, a nearly spherical belly filled with more than twenty very overdue babies, unable and unwilling to do anything but be hand fed and passionately fucked by those members of the club who loved serving the whims of the preggos. This certainly wasn't what Jenny had been expecting her time at university to look like, but she wouldn't trade it for the world.

Thanks to @danny198725 for submitting the photo for this story. If you've got a picture you'd like to see featured on one of my stories, feel free to dm me! Thanks for reading.

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)

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...

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…

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.

There has been an outbreak of rapid pregnancy leading to unknown outcomes -- potentially dangerous! Please be aware!

Getting kinda big, I can’t keep my hands of my belly. What’s inside of it?

A woman goes to the doctor because she missed a single period.

She has a slight rounding below her navel.

She is convinced she is pregnant.

The doctors dismiss her. It would be too soon to tell. Still, she takes a test - positive. She's pregnant.

She demands a sonogram. Inside her are at least 30 small, round, dark splotches - implated embryos.

The doctors beg her to abort or at least cull the pregnancy. There is no way anyone can take this pregnancy to term. She refuses, and leavss the clinic, resting her hand on the small curve of her stomach. Nothing bad could happen from what she was eager and deaigned to do, right?

Its still not enough...

impending birth reflecting feelings of impending doom. feeling your belly drop, the baby getting lower, hips aching...being so, so scared of what has to happen. wanting it out--it's so heavy--but also praying that it stays in, for just one more day. putting yourself on bedrest, trying to delay the inevitable, when you feel that first practice contraction. knowing that the longer you wait, the bigger it gets, but trying to put it off anyway.