preggomyeggo:Story idea! Maybe a rapid alien pregnancy story, maybe? Thanks, LOVE your blog!She ha
preggomyeggo:Story idea! Maybe a rapid alien pregnancy story, maybe? Thanks, LOVE your blog! She had weird dreams all the night before. Dreams of blinding white light, dreams of nothingness, dreams of intense pleasure so good it had waken her up on the edge of cumming. She thought it had to do with the magic ritual she had preformed last night under a full moon. It had been a spell for clarity. She was trying to find a new job but wasn’t having any luck, so she decided ‘why not?’ A beautiful ceremony performed in a tree clearing, completely naked to bring herself into harmony with the world. It was just her and nature, and with nothing but the stars to observe. That’s what she thought. She hadn’t thought anything of the dreams until later that morning when she was eating breakfast. She could have sworn she had felt the slightest movement in her abdomen. She brushed it off, heading to the couch for some television. Hours passed by, and she had fallen asleep. She awoke to a loud commercial, sleepily stretching and sitting upright. It was harder to do so for some reason. She looked down. There, protruding out of her stomach, was the cutest belly you could see. It gently peeked out of her yoga shorts, making her shirt ride up. She screamed, jumping to her feet. She rushed over to the mirror. There, in the mirror, was a baby bump. She stared unbelieving at it, if by looking long enough would make it disappear. She hadn’t had sex in months. This didn’t make sense. And as if in response to her disbelief, she felt a tugging in her belly. She watched in the mirror as her bump grew larger, the skin stretching painfully. She had a flashback of huge alien eyes, and the sound of tinkling glass. She must have blacked out, because when she opened her eyes again, she was on the floor. It was a fight to get up this time, her belly weighing her down. Her hips groaned in protest, and she could feel whatever was in there start to kick. When she looked at herself again, it was as if she was 8 months pregnant. Her breasts were aching. She could feel them growing larger, starting to produce milk. She gasped in pleasure as she pulled her shirt off, freeing herself. Her nipples were dark and hard, the breasts around them growing until they hung on her huge belly. She managed to make it to a lounging chair before collapsing under the unexpected weight of her belly. As she looked down, she could see that her belly was rapidly growing still - she had passed the look of being full term, and showed no signs of slowing down. She panted for air as it got harder to breath, her belly taking over her body. She almost cried when she felt the pains start to come because she knew it was almost over. The contractions wracked her again and again, coming hard and fast out of nowhere. She knew she needed to push, needed to get this thing out of her body. She held both legs, grunting and screaming as she felt pressure moving down her birth canal. She was sweating, trapped under her massive belly, all sense of humility gone. When the thing came bursting out of her, she smiled, thinking the worst was over. She collapsed, staring unbelievingly up at the ceiling. “If I can do this, I can do anything.” She thought. She was just about to try and look over her massively swollen abdomen to see what had come out of her when the contractions started again. And again. And again. Seems like some other beings were observing her last night, and thought they could help her out with her job search. Of course, no one told her once you’re chosen to be an alien breeder, it never ends. You push out their spawn from your never-deflating belly for life. -- source link