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sidenote-on-da · 1 year

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Stuffed for Science [Commission]

College student Sam agrees to undergo a clinical trial for a fertility drug in order to pay off some of her student loans. I'm sure nothing fetishy and extreme will happen, right?

Contains: hyperpregnancy, rapid pregnancy, extreme fetal movement, breast expansion, weight gain, medical fetish

Commission for the beautiful @the-sam <3

Sam double checked the address on her phone and looked up at the building ahead of her. It seemed to be the correct address, although the fact that the grey, dreary facility was unmarked made her think twice.

Would a medical facility really look like this? she thought to herself nervously. She checked Google Maps. The street view confirmed it.

If this had been a normal doctor’s office perhaps she wouldn’t have thought so hard about it, but it wasn’t like she was just going for a checkup or something. This whole thing was pretty new to her.

She went in the front door and walked a long, nondescript hallway lit by unflattering fluorescents until she found the office number 226A, the one listed on the email they’d sent her. She hesitantly opened the door and inside was a small waiting room lined with a couple chairs. There was a front desk but nobody was behind it. It felt somewhat like she was in the wrong place.

A portly woman with short, curled red hair appeared behind the desk and smiled cheerfully at her.

“Hello! Are you here for the trial?” the receptionist asked, her tone bright and admittedly comforting to the young woman. Sam nodded and the woman produced a clipboard with a few sheets of paper on it. “We’ll just have you sign these sheets, make sure you’re filling out all the highlighted areas. How are you feeling today?”

“Pretty good,” she answered, taking the pen from the top of the clipboard and beginning to sign on the indicated lines. She visually scanned the document as she signed, it said something about confirming you were in good health and being of sound mind and waiving liability and—

“That’s lovely! How did you hear about the trial?”

Sam flipped the page and signed again. “Um, there was a flier on my campus,” she answered. Then she admitted somewhat sheepishly, “The pay looked pretty good.”

The receptionist nodded. “Veeery good compensation. When you’re all done you can go through that doorway right there, first door on the left. The doctor will be with you shortly.”

Sam quickly finished the paperwork and followed the instructions, still feeling a bit disoriented by the whole thing. The rest of the office looked like a standard doctor’s office, the room she was directed to resembling basically every medical building she’d ever been in. There was an examination table with a paper strip down the center against the middle back wall and she sat on it. On the walls were diagrams of the human body, the female reproductive system, a medical illustration of a baby being born, and an informational poster stating Ask your doctor about FERTILIPRO today!

A soft knock on the door broke her concentration. The door opened and a woman, probably in her 30s, wearing a white coat entered. She smiled pleasantly.

“Good afternoon, I’m Doctor Robinson You’re Sam, correct?” the physician asked. Sam nodded. The doctor was surprisingly pretty, with thick, full hair down just past her shoulders. “It’s nice to meet you. So I see you’re here to participate in our medical trial for FertiliPro. Do you know anything about the trial?”

Sam replied, “No…not really. I just saw the study was offering good pay and, you know, I’m in college, so…”

Doctor Robinson maintained a soft smile as she nodded. “Of course. That’s how they get people to do these things. I can give you a little information about what’s going to happen.”

Sam nodded.

She went on, “So this is phase 3 of a new pharmaceutical called FertilityPro. That just means that we’ve had successes in both rodent and human trials already and we’re getting to the end before it gets approved by the FDA and goes on the market. This drug is very safe and we’ve had great outcomes with it so far. FertiliPro is a fertility drug that’s used to help people conceive who normally couldn’t. Right now there are a few drugs on the market for this, but this one has been designed to be much more effective. It’s taken as a pill and the effects begin within 20 minutes of ingestion and lasts up to 6 hours depending on the effects. Make sense so far?”

“What are the…effects?” the young college student asked.

“Good question. So unlike other fertility medication which often aids in inducing ovulation then requires the patient to have intercourse to fertilize the egg, and then of course go through 9 months of pregnancy, FertiliPro produces a pregnancy immediately which comes to a conclusion within an hour.”

Sam’s heart rate increased a tick. “So I’m…going to get pregnant?”

The doctor nodded. “We’ll do the entire pregnancy and delivery here in office and once everything is complete, you’ll be on your way with the check for the amount we talked about in the email.”

The entire thing sounded crazy. Getting pregnant in an hour? Sam felt a shade of doubt cross over her. But the money…that was a lot of money, and she’d have it by tonight. She could pay off this whole semester with that. It’s not like she could refuse.

“A-alright,” she answered. “Are there any, like, side effects or anything?”

Doctor Robinson said, “Yes, like most medication there are potential side effects. It doesn’t mean you will have them, just that you can. Most commonly we see increased libido, increased instances of high-order multiples, pregnancy-induced gigantomastia, and continued hyperovulation after the trial has concluded. Make sense?”

Sam nodded even though she didn’t understand what most of that meant. At this point she was mostly thinking about the check. “O-okay. I think I get it.”

Reaching into the drawer against the wall, the doctor produced a sealed pill bottle, opening the top and holding it out in front of the patient. “Let’s get started now so we can get you home with your money. Put your hand out.”

Sam obeyed and a pill, about the size of a Tylenol, fell into her hand. The doctor filled a paper cup with water and handed it to her. Surprising herself, Sam didn’t hesitate before swallowing the pill. The doctor had a pleased look on her face.

“I’m not gonna have to, like, keep the baby or anything, right?” she asked.

“Oh, no, of course not,” the physician answered. “Feel free to lie down and get comfortable, the effects of the medication should be starting somewhat soon.”

Sam leaned back on the examination table, feeling a sense of nervous finality about everything. She’d taken the pill. It was too late to go back now.

“Let me know when you start to feel it taking effect,” the doctor instructed as she moved towards the door. “I’m going to retrieve some supplies, I’ll be right back.”

Being alone in the examination room was a little bit eerie, especially given the circumstances. Sam found herself looking up and counting the ceiling tiles. She even found herself getting a little bit tired and closed her eyes.

While mentally planning how she was going to pay off her student loans, Sam began to feel something happening inside her lower belly. It wasn’t painful, but felt almost as if there was a shifting inside her, almost like gas bubbles moving around. This went on for a few moments before she noticed it was increasing in intensity, the bubbling sensation becoming faster and now accompanied by an increase in pressure. Instinctively, she reached down and placed her dominant hand above her pelvis. She was surprised to find that there was a small but definite resistance under her touch, as if her belly had become firm. She opened her eyes and looked down, seeing that beneath the fabric of her grey shirt, her midsection was very slightly bloated outward. Out of curiosity, she used both hands to lift the hem of her shirt, revealing the noticeable curve now adorning her lower abdomen.

“Woah…” she breathed quietly, examining the bump. She could both see the increase in size and feel the shifting within her, the pressure increasing as her uterus began to expand to adequately carry whatever was inside it. She gently rubbed her palm against the curve, feeling its firmness. There was no give or squish to it, it felt as though it was full through and through.

As she watched, it appeared as though with every breath the mound was growing, the size and shape changing so that more and more of her abdomen was joining in on the transformation. Inside her, it felt as if her uterus was being filled up, the organ cramping slightly as it rapidly swelled. Using both hands now, Sam rubbed her palms over her growing belly, thinking to herself that she looked like she was already about 3 months along.

Across the small room, the door opened and Doctor Robinson wheeled in a computer-like machine.

“Oh, good,” the physician commented, pulling up next to the examination table. “Looks like we’re right on time. How are you feeling?”

Sam had to swallow a soft moan before answering. Hormones were rushing through her body and, to her slight embarrassment, she was beginning to feel a little…amorous. “It’s uh…this is crazy!” She continued to massage her belly as it grew, her skin starting to experience a definite stretching sensation as her womb swelled. Her pants were starting to feel tight, both around the waist and on her legs and behind. She unfastened the button, her now 4 month along belly bulging free. “I…I’m really pregnant!”

Doctor Robinson nodded knowingly. “Sure looks like it. I’m gonna take a look inside and see how everything’s progressing.”

Sam gave a concerted exhale through her circled mouth as the doctor squirted a cool, thick jelly on the college student’s belly. The sensations were becoming increasingly intense. In addition to the growing pressure in her middle, Sam was also feeling an undeniable tingling in her breasts, the modest mounds almost sore on her chest. Her nipples hardened and pressed firmly against her bra, so stiff that it felt like they could cut the fabric like scissors.

“I’m…I think I’m…growing…” Sam stammered as the doctor spread the jelly around her mound. She looked down and noticed for the first time that her once slender hips were now pressing visibly against the waistband of her pants, a new lawyer of fat bulging around the stiff fabric.

“That’s pregnancy for ya,” the doctor responded, turning the machine on. “Now let’s see what’s going on in there.”

Sam was unable to hold back a groan this time as a particularly strong wave of sensation overcome her, her belly surging forward another inch, her skin feeling tight as a drum as it struggled to stretch around her rapidly expanding womb. Her breasts were pressing hard against her bra, forcing the fabric away from her chest as the flesh outgrew the capacity of the garment. For the first time in her life, Sam thought to herself that she actually looked a bit busty.

The doctor hummed thoughtfully to herself as she looked around the inside of Sam’s womb, pressing the ultrasound wand all over the girl’s belly, the mass now making her resemble at least five months pregnant, maybe a bit more. There was so much happening to her physically she could hardly keep up. Without realizing it, Sam reached her hands up and began kneading at her growing breasts, massaging the aching tissue as it grew in size and density. When she had entered the clinic, she had been a B cup at most, but now she was rubbing her hands over full, round D cups. The mounds were shockingly tender, and Sam couldn’t hold back a moan as she caressed them.

“Don’t feel like you have to hold anything back,” Doctor Robinson said as she continued to scan the computer screen. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. How are you feeling?”

Sam groaned amorously as she gazed down at the veritable line of cleavage visible beneath the neckline of her shirt, the full mound of her pregnant belly beyond it.

“I’m getting…so big…so fast…!” the college student stammered, trying not to wriggle too much on the table while she was being examined.

“That’s fairly normal,” the doctor answered. “Especially when you’re carrying as many as you are.”

Sam blinked. “H-huh…?”

The doctor nodded and turned the sonogram screen towards the gasping patient. The screen was covered in numerous black and white shifting shapes, taking up the entire monitor.

“See all these?” the physician asked, pointing to each of the blobs. “These are your babies.”

“B-BABIES?!” she exclaimed, lifting herself up on her elbows and staring at the electronic visual. “I’m having more than one?!”

“Mhm,” the older woman confirmed. “Not uncommon with this drug. I did mention a potential for multiples in the side effects.”

Sam let out a long groan through her teeth as she felt another wave of growth overtake her. Her thighs and ass were thickening so much in her jeans that she felt like she was going to split them in two.

“God! How…how many are in there?!” The college girl’s head fell back and she moaned weakly into the air as her breasts bulged forward another cup size, her DDs full and round on the top curve of her belly.

“That’s a good question,” the doctor responded, continuing to move the wand around and examine the screen. “So far it looks like we’ve got…seven.”

Sam’s eyes shot open in terror. “SEVEN?! You put seven fucking babies inside me?!”

“Oops,” said the doctor. “My mistake. I missed one. Eight.”

The expanding girl fell back onto the table, her belly already beginning to rise high above her. She had eight babies inside her! Eight growing babies that were stretching her out and making her huge. How was she gonna carry eight babies?

“Oh, god, get this shit off me before I break it apart!” she exclaimed, frantically trying to pull her pants down. She kicked her shoes off and shimmied out of her jeans, the fabric audibly creaking as her growing thighs, hips, and ass tested the limits of the fabric. Inside her shirt, Sam’s bra snapped apart at the middle, her now E cup-sized breasts bouncing free into the fabric. She could see now that her nipples, too, had grown, and were two thick and prominent nubs jutting out of her shirt.

On her middle, the growth was relentless, her pregnant belly visibly increasing in size before her very eyes, now appearing full term with a single baby. Inside her, Sam began to feel the first clear indications of movement, the babies’ feet, heads, and elbows pressing against the interior of womb.

She released a long, wavering moan as her hands explored the growing mass of her middle, feeling how taut and full and heavy it was. It had no give to it, she could sense could densely packed with babies she was. She grew to full term with twins, then her belly jutted out, elongated and protruding, as she reached an impressive full term with triplets. Her body struggled to accommodate the massive growth, the top hemisphere of her belly beginning just under her sternum and jutting straight out until it finally began its dramatic curve, culminating at the bottom of her pelvis. She wailed at the intensity of the sensation of her flank stretching, her hands desperately clutching the increasingly convex sides of her belly, so pregnant now that it would be visible even from behind.

Her breasts surged outward, destroying the cup sizes, her shirt resembling nothing more than a sports bra straining against her gigantic tits. They were as big as her head and perfectly round, her entire field of vision dominated by the hills of her chest and the mountain of her belly.

Beneath her, her ass cheeks were devouring her panties, her hips widening until the pillow rolls of fat bulged over the fabric like dough, her thighs dimpled with cellulite. This girl who had been mostly ordinary an hour ago was now blimped with fat and babies, her body transformed by a gigantic pregnancy.

Sam wailed, “Oh, god, it won’t stop!” as her already gargantuan belly continued to mercilessly grow, her womb so positively stuffed with fetuses that it did not resemble the typical roundness of a pregnant belly; rather, it appeared overstuffed, bulging at odd angles and dramatically lopsided, the protruding lumps deforming its surface each representing a baby that was quickly outgrowing its containment.

Standing beside the examination table, the doctor took her hands, thickly coated with lotion, and began to rub all over the surface of her patient’s belly, feeling the fetuses through the boundary of her skin. “You’re almost there,” she reassured her. “Third trimester is underway. Just gotta get a bit bigger.”

The pressure from the doctor’s hands on her packed fetuses caused all the babies to begin moving aggressively, the already strained mound visibly shifting and undulating with kicks and squirms. Inside her, it felt as if her babies were assaulting her from within, causing the massively pregnant girl to cry out into the air.

“OH GOD STOP YOU’RE MAKING THEM MOVE!!” she howled, thrashing underneath her belly as she realized for the first time that she was too heavy to get up. Her hands shot up and she moaned pitifully at the fact that she could only reach a fraction of her still expanding middle. She watched in horror as a massive bulge appeared on the surface of her belly, a baby’s entire head pressing out from inside her. “I’M GONNA FUCKING BURST!!”

The doctor shushed her calmly as she continued to rub, focusing on the neglected underside of Sam’s belly. “You’re not gonna burst. You’re doing great, mama. Almost there.”

Sam moaned in agony, “Oh my god I’m a fucking octomom.”

Sam endured another few minutes of merciless growth before she could tell she had finally reached the end of her pregnancy. She was a pathetic, helpless mess of moans and whimpers under her monstrous body. Her belly felt like it was about to rip open and it looked like it, too; the flesh was red with strain and marred with long, deep, overlapping stretch marks, the mass misshapen with grotesque, deforming bulges, and the entire mound quivered and shook with the constant movement inside it. Sam could not have seen her feet even without her belly—her engorged breasts were so large and rounded that they were approaching the size of classroom globes, her nipples as long and thick as thumbs. And the wideness of her hips, the thickness of her ass and thighs, left her wondering if she would ever walk again.

“It…it’s over…” she panted, nearly sobbing with relief despite the unbelievable weight on her body. “I did it…”

“Hmm nearly over,” the doctor commented, looking over the monstrously pregnant girl before her. “We still have to get these babies out. Contractions should start in just a minute here.”

Tears ran from the corners of Sam’s eyes down her temples. Inside her, her litter kicked and squirmed.

To think, she’d done all this for a little money.

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sidenote-on-da · 1 year

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No Cheating Policy

It was a normal Wednesday morning when I stumbled into class, gripping my coffee like grim death to keep me awake. The professor, an older man in his late 40s at least, is known for being kind of hot compared to the rest in his department, but I find him so boring I can barely keep my eyes open. I see you, sitting a few rows from the very back, and we share a polite smile as I take my seat in the same row, though farther towards the other side. You’re wearing a flannel and some tight jeans, and I jealously look it over, judging if I could make that outfit work on me, when the professor kicks off the class.

Right off the bat, he’s talking about something super boring, like statistics or archeology or something, so I start taking notes, praying I can actually focus for once. Only a few minutes pass, however, when I hear you…moan? Looking over, I see that you look normal, though your face is kind of flushed? Thinking I imagined it, I turn back to my notes, but soon, I hear it again. Louder. When I sneak a look at you, you’re fidging in your seat, and another moan escapes you. It sounds so…sexual? But I must have watched too much porn before I went to bed the previous night before, because the professor is just talking about spreadsheets, and you don’t have your phone out. I go back to my notes.

When I sneak a peek at you again, still moaning, I can see you’re barely holding it together, and you’re actually writhing now, nervously looking around to see if anyone notices. I whirl back to the professor, not wanting to get caught, when I see something weird. Every few seconds, after he says something…he’s looking at you. And every time he looks at you, I hear the moan. God, my imagination is just running wild, trying to turn this boring class into nothing, right? Because when I look at you, you…have a gut? I swear, I’ve seen you wear skin tight shirts to class and yet I’ve never noticed that little pouch just under your waistline. I can only see it when you shift just a little, still wiggling and moving impatiently, but I’m wondering how you’re even wearing those jeans, when they seem to be squeezing your fat midsection so tightly.

I get a text, and turn away, realizing I’ve missed some places in my notes, but before I can fill them in, I hear your mewling again, and turn. Now, your stomach is big, bigger than I thought. How have I never noticed it before? Now, you barely have to move to see how big it is, round under your loose shirt. Your hand drifts down, and whether it’s the slight force or the way you move, but I hear a loud metal ping, and something shifts under your shirt. It’s not until everyone stops, after hearing the noise, that I realize it’s your jeans button. It’s given out completely. Free from the limit of your jeans, your belly is now rounding out, clearly and obviously beneath your shirt. If I didn’t know better, I would think it was even growing?

Notes. Notes. I have to fill in my notes. My hand cramps as I rush to fill in what I missed, but I’m so distracted, watching the professor watch you. It’s like seeing a game of tennis, watching his eyes bounce back and forth, always, always finding you. He even smiles, a bit, but I assure myself it’s over the work. He just really loves formulas.

Until I turn back to you. Your hand is clamped over your mouth, and I can see sweat drip down your reddening face, as you buck your hips against the chair. It’s almost obscene, but I can’t tear my eyes away, as your belly reaches the confines of your shirt, stretching it taut and spread out. The only thing working harder than the buttons is your free hand, desperately gripping the armrest of the chair to keep you from thrusting out of your seat. My eyes are drawn, helplessly, to your chest, as I see your new tits jiggle with every one of your movements. I’d say it looks like you got work done, but work doesn’t make them that soft, that gelatinous, as you rock and sway. They’re massive, swelling, rippling, and I’m not paying attention to the lecture anymore. Swearing under my breath, I decide to throw my notes to the wind, too confused and fascinated to look away. Your eyes are firmly locked on the professors, and I watch between you. The next time he glances, you grimace, and I watch, thrilled and terrified, as the buttons on your stomach begin to pop, one by one. Your stomach is on full view now, completely outgrowing your ruined top, and the sight is nearly erotic. The skin is so taut, and smooth, like the surface of a water balloon filled to absolutely bursting, though I can tell from just looking that it’s firm and tight under your hands. On the sides, angry red stretch marks are blooming, the only other thing besides your face showing how quickly and painfully this is happening to you. I can see the moan fall from your lips as your hand drifts over your bump, trying and failing to reach your navel. With every graze of your palm, you cant your hips and throw your head back, and it’s like I can feel myself how sensitive you are. Your face is so flushed, hair sticking to the side of your face with sweat, and it’s not even over. Because the professor locks eyes with me, then, like he knows I can see, swingings his eyes to you, and the effect is instanteous. Dark wet patches begin to bloom in the breasts of your destroyed shirt. White rivulets of liquid trace a path over your gravid swell, reminding me of how round it truly is, as you hold your hands over them in horror. But they’re sensitive too, and I can see it in your face, and hear it in the loud mewl you release, completely uncontrolled. If anyone else is looking, I don’t know, because I’m completely absorbed by you now, tracing my eyes over your widened, fertile hips, how much padding you have around your thickened arms, your softening chin, your growing thighs. Your jeans, the waistband wide open and with the zipper pulled to nearly ripping, are white with the tension, and I wonder how much longer until they go too.

I suppose the professor is wondering the same thing, though, because it’s not long after that he calls your name. You sit straight up, face flaming as you try to straighten yourself up. But it’s impossible. Your shirt is in shambles, your face is sweaty, your belly is hanging so wide over you that your thighs are spread, revealing your splitting jeans. You look thoroughly and wholly fucked, and the professor knows it.

“Would you like to come down to the front now?” he says, but it’s not a question. You shyly rise to your feet, and all eyes are on you as you wobble, unbalanced with your new center of gravity. You look nine months pregnant, at least, but I can’t tell with one baby or two. I can’t tell if I’ve ever seen anyone as pregnant as you look, waddling down the center aisle of stairs. By the time you’re down them, you’re huffing, the extra pounds all over your proving themselves not to be for show. Your face is even redder now, from exertion, but also because every single pair of eyes in the room is on you. Except for one.

“I asked this student to come to the front as a demonstration, for all of you. I told you all I have a very strict no cheating policy. I also told you I do not report this to the university, and instead mediate with you in class. This is the punishment for cheating. Do not take it lightly. Understood?”

Your eyes are wide with almost tears at this point, as everyone in the room nods and quietly ascents. One hand is over your swell, barely covering it, and the other is at your back, supporting it as you arch to stay upright. You look like you’re in so much pain, until the teacher’s eyes fall on you again.

“Understood?”

And everyone watches as your body locks up and an orgasm rips through you. Your thighs shake, easing you to the ground, as you moan breathily, obscenely, in your ecstasy. Everyone can only watch, horrified and aroused, as you spend the last minutes of class riding out your pleasure to the very drop, publicly displayed for the class.

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sidenote-on-da · 1 year

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Clarissa's pregnancy potion

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(This is such a cliché story, that has been done a million times. Still, I wanted to write one. I liked how it turned out.)

"I finally made it..."

The witch looked at her new potion with sparkling eyes. She had finally done it. Since her childhood, she had this dream... she wanted to become a mother. For all her life, she tried to find the perfect partner for her. But being a witch, it was difficult to have a relationship with a man... actually, any relationship at all. Still, she desperately needed someone. She felt so alone... and she wanted to have a child of her own, a child she could give all the love she couldn't share. Eventually she found a solution. Since she couldn't find a man, she decided to find a way to become pregnant all by herself. After a lot of practice, of learning, of tries and retries... she managed to do it. She created a potion that would make her pregnant. Clarissa took the bottle with the most delicate care, as if it was the most precious thing in the world right now. Which was, to be fair, probably the case for her. She went in her bedroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Clarissa is a five foot tall woman with long, curly brown hair. She was clearly on the curvy side. She was a bit chubby, though pot belly was well hidden by her long, black witch robe. What was more outstanding however were her assets : she carried a full DD chest that showed off with her clothing. Her plump ass was also quite the attention drawer... though she couldn't truly tell, as she was quite excluded from society. Still, she was happy of her natural attractive beauty. She had a cute round face too ! She was quite happy with her body, she knew some witches cheated by giving themselves more attractive bodies via spells, but she didn't need it. And with a body like hers, she knew she was very fertile, and she clearly had the mentality for having children. She had thought about it all her life, she even prepared the baby's room in advance for this moment.

"Alright... here goes nothing..."

Clarissa looked at her bottle with wide open eyes. Her heart was beating hard inside of her chest. She wasn't actually truly sure it worked yet... but she had to try. Only a few gulps, and her dream would become true.

*gulp... gulp... gulp...*

Clarissa put the bottle on her drawer and waited for the changes on her body. She was standing immobile in front of the mirror. Then suddenly... she heard a light gurgle coming from her crotch, followed by a strange heat.

"I-It's working...?"

Clarissa put her hands on her bare belly. She could feel her entire body warning up as it reacted to this fertility potion. Her ovaries were releasing countless of eggs that quickly got impregnated by the magic seeds that popped in her womb. She could FEEL the impregnation happening right now... and she could tell everything was going fast. Her potion WAS working !

"Oh... fuck..."

The witch's eyes opened wide as she saw her belly slowly pushing against her palms. She could see herself GROWING. Her skin was stretching, her womb expanding with the baby that quickly developed within. In a dozen seconds, the witch looked like she had eaten a full thanksgiving meal. She was experiencing discomfort from her quick growth, but still she could feel a strong feeling rising inside of her. A feeling of pleasure. Clarissa could feel the hormones flowing through her body, making each part of her getting more hot and sensitive. She was finally living her biggest fantasy of being a mother... and this was much more pleasurable that she expected.

"W-Wow... t-that's it, yes ! I'm looking SO motherly right now... I'm definitely pregnant !"

Clarissa moaned as she fondled every parts of her curvaceous body. Her breasts had continued to swell, now reaching the size of E cups. They were desperately growing inside of her too tight bra, and the pressure was so intense she could feel two wet spots coming from her nipples. She was lactating ! Her breasts were filling up with so much milk the slightest pressure made them release a long flow of the warm liquid. Clarissa was moaning uncontrollably as she pinched her nipples through the clothing, her body struggling to handle the strong wave of pleasure. She was literally trembling, and her panties were getting wet...

"Holy... wow... who knew getting pregnant felt so good...? My mind is melting from the pleasure..."

The pregnant girl laid on her bed and pulled out her panties before starting to touch herself. Her long loud moans echoed through her room. She looked like an animal in heat, desperate for someone to breed her... in the exception that she was already pregnant. Her bare middle continued expanding as she masturbated, and she could feel it getting on the way as she touched her privates. The pregnant girl looked in awe at her round belly, now so large she looked like she was entering her third trimester. Her heartbeat accelerated.

"F-Fuck, I'm r-really looking pregnant now ! I'm at full term ! I'm finally having my baby ! Being pregnant feels so good !"

Lost in her lust, the pregnant girl furiously masturbated. Her pussy was releasing so much juices she was wetting herself all over. She couldn't handle this much longer. The pregnant girl's voice got louder and louder, her movements more erratics as she approached orgasm. She arched her back, pushing her middle higher into the air until finally :

"FUCK, FUCK, I'M CUMMIIIIIING !"

Maybe it was because of the hormones... or maybe because she was living her biggest fantasies ? In any case, she was experiencing the strongest orgasm of her life. She came and came, squirting all over herself, wetting the sheets with her juices. Her entire body contracted as she screamed in pleasure. Her mind went blank for almost second. She stood immobile for a few seconds, trying to recover from her orgasm. The pregnant girl was breathing heavily.

"H-Holy... shit... *pant*... that was... *pant* t-too good... oooooh..."

The witch put a hand on top of her round middle and looked down on it. She was looking like she was due with one baby. Clarissa giggled. She couldn't wait to see this little bundle of joy... she wondered, since she was the only one conceiving it, how would the baby look like ? A tiny version of herself ? What if it's a boy ? She started imagining what she or he would look like when growing up... she couldn't wait to teach her child all her knowledge, she would teach him how to become a great sorcerer !

"U-Uh...?"

A strange feeling from within her put her out of her reverie. Clarissa slowly moved to a sitting position. She was feeling so heavy... and yet... was she getting heavier ? Looking at her belly, she looked like she was far more than due. Hold on...

"A-Am I still growing ?!?"

Clarissa could feel her skin stretching even more. She was right... she was still growing ! But how ? She was looking so big already... how huge was this baby ? She heard of women going overdue, but even so she was starting to look much more than just overdue... she now looked like she was carrying twins at full term at least !

"Why am I still growing ?!? Why is this happening ?!? I-I can't... oh god something is wrong !"

Her breathing accelerated. She had to do something... she had to understand what was happening to her. The pregnant girl got up off her bed. It was kind of difficult to her since she had to adapt to her new weight and center of gravity, but she managed to get up without hurting herself. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see two distinct bulges coming from her womb. The movement was too erratic to come from only one baby.

"I-I'm having twins ?!? Oh g-god, OOOOOOOH !~"

The pregnant girl was lost in a state of intense arousal. Waves of pleasure flowed through her body as her pregnancy continued, her babies growing bigger. Soon she reached the size of someone pregnant with triplets. The weight of her belly was pulling her forward, so she tried to not loose balance by dragging herself to her bed. On all fours, she could feel her belly starting to push against the sheets.

"N-No... how big.... gnnnnnh !~ how big am I going to get ?!?"

The sensations were overwhelming. She could feel her entire body changing every second. It wasn't just her belly growing and the sensation of life filling her. As her pregnancy advanced, her body started to get accustomed to the new beings growing inside of her. Her breasts started growing even further, pushing tightly against her robe as they filled with milk for her future newborns. She was already busty before, but now her breasts looked like F-cups, and they were still growing ! She moaned as her nipples pressed against the tight clothing. They felt SO full and sensitive... she needed some release now !

"Gnnnh ! Can't wear this anymore...!"

She pulled off her dress, exposing her naked body. She was amazed by how big her breasts looked. They were almost as large as her head ! But it wasn't just her breasts... she could feel hips widening and ass getting larger as well. Panting, Clarissa sat at the edge of the bed, struggling to carry all that weight. She stared at her body. She was BLOWING UP all over. Her asscheeks were big, round and bouncy, making her look like a porn star. She also gained true childbearing hips, perfectly build for her massive pregnancy. Speaking of which... her belly kept growing, making her look like she was carrying quadruplets at full term. The pregnant girl felt a strong kick, and startled, she put a hand on the side of her belly. She felt SO heavy. She could feel the pressure building inside of her. Was she growing too big ? Her belly was feeling tight, and started to get covered with stretch marks. Her babies were so active, they kicked non stop inside of her womb...

"I-I may have overdone it... I'm so pregnant ! I look like I'm carrying a toddler in here ! Ooooh... p-please stop moviiiiiiing...~ i-it's too much...~"

The pregnant girl lifted her massive body to fully rest on the bed. With two big cushions behind her, she stayed in a slight laying back position, her legs wide apart. The pressure and the discomfort of being that heavy, the feeling of life growing inside of her, the movements, her body changing... all of this... she couldn't help but feeling arousal. She couldn't explain it. Maybe it was the hormones, maybe it was the joy of finally becoming a mother... but in any case, this feeling of pure pleasure, pure bliss continued fulfilling her entire body. And the bigger she grew, the more this feeling increased. The girl's breath accelerated as she held her baby boulder, feeling it push against her palms. She was STILL expanding. Her entire belly filled her lap and continued growing forward, forcing her legs to spread even more to get some space. Soon, the pregnant girl felt another flow of activity as the new occupant grew in her womb, putting her current litter to five babies.

"N-No... this is so wrong... OH GOD... I CAN'T STOP GROWIIIIIIING !~ I FEEL LIKE...!"

Clarissa's heartbeat increased tenfolds. This was so intense... she could feel her plump nethers throbbing with need, desperate for release. She tried to reach it with her hand, but found it extremely hard to do because of her baby boulder. She tried rubbing her legs with each other, trying to give herself as much stimulation as she could. She pinched her nipples and closed her eyes, focusing on the pleasure given by her body. She needed to cum. She needed it so bad. Desperately fondling her body, she felt a strong climax approaching closer and closer. She felt SO big. So HEAVY. She could feel her babies growing heavier inside of her, and pushing against her cervix... she felt ready to give birth at any moment, and still she kept growing ! This was insane ! Her body couldn't handle any more babies ! The pregnant girl's moans got louder and louder as she felt the weight of her womb increasing further. She could feel it. The sixth's baby growing inside of her. Her belly started expanding with it's new occupant. The pleasure of having another life growing inside of her womb became the last stimulation she needed to reach climax. She pinched her nipples even harder, causing them to leak some breast milk on herself, and with one last scream of pleasure...

"M-MY BABIES... MY BABIES ARE GONNA MAKE ME COME...!"

Her eyes rolled up to her head as she finally came. Her entire body contracted as she orgasmed hard. It was her second climax as a pregnant woman... she expected her body to become more sensitive because of her pregnancy, but she never thought the orgasms would be that good. She felt like a virgin discovering the joy of sex for the first time again. She needed more... she wanted to experience more it. It was too bad this pregnant had to end soon. She wished she could experience it for more than a few minutes.

"U-Uh...?"

Speaking of ending her pregnancy... she actually expected it to end right now. With her babies being so low, she thought she would be giving birth right now. However, a scary revelation came to her...

She was still growing.

She was. Still. Growing.

(No, no, no, no... I have to do something...)

As much as she loved being pregnant, she was getting scared. She was SO big, how could she still have more babies ? The fertility potion she made was effective... TOO effective. She didn't want to put herself and her babies in any danger. With as much willpower as she could, she summoned her magic spell book. She had to find a way to end the effects of the potion somehow. She COULDN'T get any bigger than that. She desperately searched through spells and incantations, trying to find out how to end her ever growing pregnancy. She didn't. There was NOTHING.

"T-This book is useless ! Oooooooh ! And why... why does it FEEL SO GOOD ?!?"

She could feel the pleasure consuming her once more. Now carrying septuplets, there was alway at least one baby kicking inside of her, making her moan loudly. She felt like a freak, getting pleasure from her babies... but she couldn't help it... feeling them kicking inside of her, showing how ALIVE they were, made her feel a sensation of fulfillment. She was not just having babies, she was GOOD at having them, too good, so good that she could grow LITTERS inside of her womb... and big ones as well. She had to be one of, if not THE most pregnant woman EVER... and this thought drove her crazy. She wanted to feel more of this. She NEEDED to feel herself growing even larger, to see how many babies she could grow in her womb... how impossibly fertile she was...

(No... no... I c-can't think about this... I'm already too pregnant, this HAS to stop ! It has too... there's too many, there's too many growing inside of me ! I can't give birth to all of them ! They're... they're...!)

The pregnant girl felt her belly tightening up even more. She could feel it... her eighth's baby. She was doing it... she was about to have octuplets ! She couldn't believe it... her body was the embodiment of fertility, she was putting every other mothers to shame ! She was producing more babies at once than most mothers in their lives ! Her eyes rolled up to her head, as she completely embraced her growth, and with one final scream... she surrendered.

"I WANT TO HAVE MORE BABIES !~ OH GOD, I WANT TO FEEL THEM COMING OUT OF ME SO BADLY ! I WANT TO BECOME A MOTHEEEEEEEER ! I'M CUMMIIIIIIIIIING !~"

Her entire body started shaking as she experienced the strongest orgasm in her life. The pregnant girl's voice shrieked as she felt struck by several climaxes at once. She felt like her brain was frying from the intense pleasure. Suddenly, like two water hose, milk started to spray from her nipples, messing her body and bed with liquid. Her babies were kicking non stop inside of her, making her belly bulge impossibly like an alien movie. After what felt like an eternity, the pregnant girl's orgasm finally faded, and her cries finally stopped. She had almost fainted. It took her a moment to fully regain her senses. A strong kick from her brood reminded her of her situation. She was still impossibly pregnant, and growing bigger and bigger...

(N-Nooooooo...! pleaaaaaase... if this continues... I'll go crazyyyyyyyy..!)

How could she have screwed up so badly ? She had totally ruined herself ! Her body was so massive, her body was more baby than woman at this point ! She couldn't do anything... she felt like a slave to her own body, who couldn't stop gestating more and more babies. The more she looked at herself, the more she felt like a womb and nothing else. She could barely think anymore. She could barely move. It was as if her body stopped functioning for her to only focus on developping her brood. It was as if her own existence was fading. The few thoughts she had for herself were lost under layers and layers of thoughts for her growing litter. And with it, only one feeling remained.

Pleasure.

(I can't believe iiiiiiiiiit... I'm so full of babies... so pregnant... I can't stop making more, more and more babiiiiiiies ! I can't wait to meet you aaaaaaaaall, my children... I want to feed you... I want to cuddle you, and give you all my looooooove !)

Clarissa's mind was lost in a complete state of ecstasy. A mix of carnal pleasure combined with an overflow of hormones and her life long dream of becoming a mother. The euphoria was so much for her brain, that no longer felt fear nor the danger this extreme pregnancy put her into.

(Your kicking feel so goooood... but you have to come out nooooow ! I'll become the perfect mooooooom... and then... and then...! I'll keep giving you more siblings to play with ! Over... and over... and over...)

She thought, fondling her fecund mass. She could no longer keep her hands out of it. She had become truly enormous. Her belly looked like it was holding a fully grown person with plenty of space left. It sticked out as far as her toes, and spreaded more than one foot on her sides. The highest point of her monument of fertility also reached her eye level. She was so impossibly large her belly pushed her breasts closer to her face, hiding most of her view. Her maternal dome was writhing with the movements of her overcrowded unborns, easily visible from the surface. She had stopped counting how many were inside of her. Ten ? Eleven ? Twelve ? She could not longer tell, her womb teeming with active life non stop. Her skin was tight and filled with wide and red stretch marks, with veins popping out on the front. The pressure was intense. It looked like her womb was about to rupture at any moment. But still, she didn't care, her mind completely lost in this never ending pleasure. She wanted... no, she NEEDED this. The thought of giving birth to more and more babies was getting engraved in her mind. She was losing herself because of this pregnancy. This wasn't about becoming a mother anymore. She needed to make babies. She needed to keep producing children in her womb, no matter the cost. She was going crazy. If this kept going like this, she would become nothing but an incubator, a baby factory which's only purpose was bringing lives into the world.

(Just a little more babiiiiiies...! I need mooooore...! Bigger...! More-)

*SPLOOOOOOOOOSH !*

As soon as that sound came, her thoughts ended suddenly. And as if someone turned a switch on, the pregnant girl's mind was finally free from the euphoria she was stuck into. She could finally think properly, and at this moment she realised her condition. How... how big did she get ? She couldn't even see her full size, her belly and breasts hiding the view in front of her. However, she could feel how dense she was. But more importantly, she felt the pressure applying on her cervix, and the wet feeling between her legs. The realisation suddenly came to her.

She had gone into labor.

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The curse was a ticking clock. Slowly, but infuriatingly noticeably, you could feel yourself growing. Heavier. Softer. Fatter by the hour. You pressed your hands to your swelling belly, and felt a rush of panic at how far your fingers sank in, plump flesh oozing between them. You had to get moving.

Only one cure could halt your thickening. You had to have sex, immediately. You had to find a willing partner to fill you with cum, and fast, or you'd just keep blimping up indefinitely. Was there a limit, eventually? No matter. You grabbed your keys, threw on your baggiest hoodie, and unbuttoned your jeans to let your muffin top breathe (try not to think about that! not now!), and ran to the car, with the worrying beginnings of a wobble.

But who to visit? An ex? A neighbor? Deliberate too long, and you might be too big to seduce your mark... and then what? A few blocks away, a friend of a friend is staying... you've seen the way they check you out. Maybe with the right lighting, they won't even notice how much bigger you're getting, and you can ring the doorbell and plead for dick. Your car roars around the corner, finding the address. You've got to hurry; even unbuttoned, you can feel your jeans getting uncomfortably tight.

The plan works! Your target is perhaps a bit of a romantic and wants to savor the moment, but your all-out assault of forward sexuality and fat ass wins the day. There's a little delay when your lover pauses to heft your belly, perplexed, but you recover the momentum with your bloated tits and honeyed whispers, urging, pleading. Even bent over the couch, you're still growing fatter, fast enough to feel the changes happening, you can feel your body jiggle more and more with each thrust as your partner pounds you, thighs slapping your ballooning ass... then they shudder and grow still, and your cursed growth stills, as well.

You hastily make your apologies, struggle into your clothes, and escape. You allow no time for questions about your new curves. You're not sure how you'll face your rescuer again, after this. You've gained an alarming amount of weight in the past hour, but at least the swelling has stopped. You test your fat gut experimentally, then your enormous ass, and for a moment you want to cry, thinking about how hard it will be to work it all off... but you don't. You decide to be stoic and determined, and perversely proud of how well and how quickly you broke the curse. Even under a fattening curse, you decide, there's no one hotter. You think about the warm, thick cum, hard-won and deep inside you, and you smile, satisfied at your own seductive prowess. Your hands stroke your heavy, round belly, smoothing your hoodie tight across it. Got it.

You didn't know, at the time, about the other effect of the curse. You heaved your plump thighs into the car, adjusted the seat and the steering wheel (try not to think about it!), and cruised toward home, unaware of the swiftly growing new life inside you.

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Thinking about someone getting invited to a college party by a friend, they're nervous, but their friend insists that it's going to be a great time. They put on their cutest (probably sluttiest) outfit, and head out. What they don't know is that their friend set them up, once they're in the car, nervous as all hell, their friend offers them a drink, just to calm their nerves (which happens to be a fun little potion). They get to the party, worried and a little sick to their stomach, as they mingle with some of their friend's friends. All of the people they meet seem to take an odd interest in them, looking them up and down. Little do they know, they're in on what's about to happen.

It's not noticable at first, but after half and hour and a few drinks, they're feeling a little swollen. Their belly's rounded out in their top, and they feel annoyingly full, but they continue to drink and party through the feeling. As they get tipsier, they start to get less aware of their growing body, how their hips are getting wider as their shorts hug their ass, how they have to keep pulling their top down to keep their belly covered, just to have it ride back up a bit. Through the night, they barely see their friend, but they don't think much of it. Some guys ask them to dance, rubbing their hands along their new curves. It's getting obvious now, and they're almost spilling out of their outfit. By the time 1 AM rolls around, there's no denying it. They're huge. Even in their intoxicated haze, they know something's up with their body. Uncomfortable and nervous, they waddle to the closest bathroom, bumping into way too many people with their newfound mass. If it wasn't their titanic ass and hips, it was their gargantuan belly pushing into someone in the densely packed frat house.

They took a breath, terrified as they looked at themselves in the bathroom mirror. They were almost a parody of who they were when they walked in. A round, thickened, beacon of fertility. Their too tight clothes held on for dear life, their shirt a crop top over their massive midsection. They reached a shaking hand to their belly, wondering if this was some bad drink induced hallucination, or the real deal. Gracing their hand against their belly, they grazed a finger around their newly popped navel, gasping as they're forced to realize how huge they are, and they're still getting bigger. Something's filling them up as they stand there looking at themself. They rub their hands in small circles as they think of what to do, when the shapes of whatever's filling them finally feels familiar - eggs. They're full of eggs.

As they try to figure out how to get out of this situation, waddling and pacing around the bathroom, they hear a knock at the door. It's their friend. They panic, trying to ask their friend for some help, but they just look them up and down, smiling. Their friend grabs their hand, taking them waddling back out to the party, where everyone is staring. I mean, who wouldn't stare? They're painfully full of eggs, getting bigger by the minute, and their clothes barely fit. At this point they look overdue with twins, and they're ungodly full. Everyone's looking, touching, some taking pictures of the poor, rapidly growing person, and finally, something feels different. Maybe it was the particularly harsh poke from a nearby frat boy, maybe it was the stress, or that last drink, but they hear a soft pop, followed by a slight pressure.

The first egg was trying to make its way out, and they were NOT going to make it out of there without some effort.

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sidenote-on-da · 1 year

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It’s Halloween night. A child dressed as a demon comes to your door. You brush him off, but he curses you in return. Now your punishment is to deliver a magical egg! Mwahaha!

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The Queen makes fun of a rival noble woman for the sounds she made during an excruciatingly difficult birth. Unfortunately for said Queen the noble woman has knowledge of certain fertility magics. She curses the Queen so that not only will the Queen inevitably become pregnant, but to also know the agony of a difficult labor. When it comes time for the Queen to push, she notices something. Her baby was already unusually massive… but every time she pushes it feels like it gets even bigger…

What an interesting prompt, thank you for the idea :))

Royally screwed

“Ah, Adella, was it this impossibly painful for you?” The queen whined gripping her massive stomach, it had started as a relatively large bump but with every minute, it’s mass seemed to increase, now so large it hovered barely above the ground.

Adella was a well known powerful noble, the kings sister in fact, so when she went into labor inside the castle the utmost respect was excepted from all around her, even the king and queen. So when Adella heard her sister in law, Queen Anne mocking the sounds she made in labor, she knew she had to take her revenge. Being a witch made it easy, all she had to do was concoct a fertility potion so the queen would experience labor herself, but now, looking down at the agonised queen, Adella could tell her plan had worked a bit too well. She didn’t care though, she was determined to make the queen sorry for every soiling her good name.

“Whatever do you mean your highness? The worst of the labor has yet to start.” She said sweetly, extending a hand to her whimpering sister in law. The queen attempted to take it but retracted back into herself as she was hit by another contraction. Anne’s body wracked with sobs. “It feels like it’s growing, it wasn’t this big but an hour ago.” She ran her hand over the taunt, flushed skin and Adella laughed. “That is just what labor feels like dear queen, I assure you that you are merely struck by the mania of your own pain, perhaps your frail royal body is not used to such agony.” Queen Anne shot her a glare, her stomach visibly growing once again to the point where when she attempted to stand her legs buckled and she had to bite into her own flesh to suppress a scream. “What’s wrong your highness, do you not want to make those horrid noises I did during the birth of my son?” Adella smirked.

Queen Anne shook her head rapidly. “Mnn yes. Those sounds were so undignif-“ she stopped mid sentence as her belly expanded once again, moaning anomalistically. Adella grinned. “Not to be brash but the sounds you are making are quite a bit more undignified in my humble opinion.” Anne seethed and dug her fingernails into her soft, pale flesh, leaving red crescent moons. “You- urgh- ah go fetch my handmaiden.” Adella shook her head, smiling. “I’m sorry your highness, but all the maids have been instructed to prepare for the birth. Perhaps you could fetch one yourself?” As Adella spoke Anne’s belly grew to the point where it would drag on the floor if she was able to walk. “You-“ she attempted to speak but began to moan. “Such horrid sounds, quite undignified for a lady of your rank.” She traced shapes into Anne’s massive, rock hard belly. “Don’t you think?”

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Heres a request if you want to try. A woman is at work with a large head crowning in her panties under her short skirt or dress, her boss and coworkers around her know but her boss tells her that if she gets that baby is fully out of her pussy she's fired, he doesn't mind her pushing and crowning though. so she has to wait until she clocks out to give birth fully. Bonus if she's the only woman at work.

Chocolate I love this request so much. Hope I did it justice because it just sounds so hot.

Clock out

Arianna worked as a accountant in a very male dominated field. She used to have 2 other female coworkers, Stacy and Eve, but both had quit after being sexually harassed by their colleagues. Arianna however did not have the luxury of just picking up and leaving to find a new job. Even before she got pregnant. She didn’t know the father, and supporting herself financially was difficult, let alone a new child. She didn’t even have the finances to go on a proper maternity leave. Which left her where she was now, 9 months pregnant, in labor at work her water already throughly broken, with 5 more hours left in the work day. She knew that if she left before the day was over she’d be fired, which was not a situation she could afford at the moment. So instead she shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her contracting stomach, distracting her from properly completing her work. She cursed her wardrobe choice, the extremely tight fabric of her panties were already biting into her acheing pussy and her shirt skirt made her feel even more bare than she already was. Her boss seemed to notice her pained expression and smirked at her, making his way over. ‘Shit,’

“Hey Ari baby, you alright there?” Arianna wanted to hit him in the face. “I’m great, thank you Mr. price.” She said respectively, tying away at her computer. Mr.Price rubbed an oily hand over the fabric on Ariannas tight blouse over her belly. “Great to hear. Then you wouldn’t mind getting me a coffee now would you?” ‘That dick’ Arianna stood up slowly but even so, as she did she could feel the baby plummet down down her birth canal, the head already brimming at her pussy. Her boss looked under her skirt and grinned. “Got a little accident down there?” Arianna grunted and tried her best to reply. “No sir.” Mr. Price laughed. “Good, because if that bastard child is birthed in my office you’re ass is so fired.” Ariannas breath hitched but she nodded. “Good girl.”

Arianna hobbled off to get Mr. price his coffee and cursed to herself when he was out of ear shot. She made her way over to the coffee machine and leaned against the counting breathing her way through a strong contraction. When it finally passed she made the coffee and waddled it over to Mr. Price. He gave her a hardy slap on the ass that caused her to shudder considerably. “Good girl.” He smiled over at her. He looking under her skirt at her bulging panties and his grin widens considerably. “You wanna quit now and cut your losses Ari?” He asked condescendingly. Arianna shook her head. “No sir.” Mr. Price hummed and grinned. “Then go back to work, no need wasting time with chit chat.”

Arianna returned to her desk to see that her chair had been removed. Her male coworker; Kyle noticed her expression and chuckled. “Boss says it’s best if you try a standing desk today. Says it helps you lose weight.” He looked Arianna up and down and grinned, eyes pounding on the babies bugling head between her trembling legs. He walked over to her and slid a hand beneath her skirt, brushing his finger tips over the baby’s head. She was about to reprimand him but a contraction hit her causing her to grit her teeth and nearly collapse onto the ground, resisting in overwhelming urge to push. “You know, you can have my chair for a price.” Kyle purred, pinching one of Arianna’s throbbing nipples and causing milk to leak out out her blouse. “G-go to hell Kyle.” She stammered. Kyle shrugged. “Geez Ari, so firey today. Don’t worry, I’ll watch you to make sure that kid doesn’t come out on company time. Mr. Price will thank me.” Arianna furrowed her brow and located another swiveling chair, pulling it over to her desk. The minute she sat down however, she could feel the baby’s head travel forward fast. It throbbed against her tortured pussy, and she pressed it down hard onto the chair forcing it back into her. Searing pain spread throughout her body but she managed to ignore it, continuing to work as best as possible.

About 2 hours later she was so throughly soaked in sweat that her blouse was practically transparent. Her contractions were back to back, giving her no respite from the wretching pain. Her stomach was as hard as a smooth pebble, packed with suppressed contractions. She knew she still had 2 hours left of work but she could feel her purple pussy burn so bad she feared it might tear, the baby’s head pushing against the tight fabric of her panties. She could feel herself pushing and despite trying to stop herself, it was impossible. The thick fog of pain overtook her and her body began to push on its own, the head and neck now fully out. Luckily, her tight panties prevented the baby from coming out any further. She bit into her knuckles to suppress loud moans and groans.

Mr. price came over to her desk and leaned against it. “ mind standing up for me hun?” He asked with a smirk. Arianna didn’t even know if it was possible, the strain of her rock hard belly made sitting more painful than any pain she had experienced before in her life, let alone standing. She braced herself against the table and stood up slowly, knees shaking. Mr. Price delighted in watching her struggle, her face already red from heat and exhaustion. She looked down at his pants and could see a bulge begin to form. ‘Creep.’ He looked down at her translucent blouse and soaked chest, then took a look under her skirt, now covered in birthing juices. “You remember our deal right?” Mr. Price said mockingly. Arianna grit her teeth and nodded. Mr. Price gave her a hardy slap on the belly causing a fiery pain to spread throughout it and forcing her to squat down pushing hard, however the stretched fabric of her panties had no more give and after a few minutes of panting and squatting she shakily got up again, face flushed and sweaty. Mr.Price chuckled. “Y’know I can give you a release right? Right now, you can quit if he want.” Mr.Prices smirk brought back all the defiance back into Arianna and she stood as straight as she could, shaking her head no. “I’m gonna need that said aloud doll face.” Arianna swallowed a thick glob of spit and shakily started to talk. “N-no I- I can” another contraction struck her and she collapsed onto her knees, the baby pushing wildly against her bulging pussy. Mr. Price smirked and the rest of her male co workers all huddled around her, all excepting her to have given up. That’s where they were wrong. “I can wait an hour and a half till I have to clock out.” She said as solidly as she could. Mr. price shrugged and walked away, the rest of her male coworkers looking disappointed and going back to their desks.

Arianna sat back down, rocking her hips back and forth of the chair for about an hour, but it was no help. Her pain was constant now, and she could feel the babies head on her pussy as she sat. Tears pricked her eyes and she had smooshed a hair scrunchie in her mouth to muffle whatever moans and groans may sneak out. She made it 15 more minutes, only 15 more minutes to go when she stood up to get some water and- shit. She heard a snap, and her tightly spread panties broke, the head plummeting back down her exit. She screamed out against her will in pure agony and all her male coworkers ; including Mr.Price surrounded her. “Looks like they broke Ari, not much choice now. Just let it happen.” Arianna glanced over at the clock. 10 minutes to go. Hell no. She clamped a hand over her wildly bulging pussy, now nearly purple and tear dropped shaped to prevent the babies descent. All of coworkers crowded around her pussy, taking turns looking under her ruined skirt and the bursting head between it. Birthing fluids and blood dripped between her fingers and she could feel her knees tremble so bad she feared they might just break. Only 5 minutes to go. She could do this.

She crossed her legs, pulling them as close together as she possibly could, the pain causing all her senses to blear. Her coworker looked down at her eagerly. 4 minutes. 3… shit. She bit her lip so hard it began to bleed. 2.. Mr. Price pulled a hand under her skirt quickly causing her to gasp and drop her hands. The baby fell down quickly, all that was left of them inside her being it’s feet and ankles. “Wanna finish this off and quit?” Mr. Price said with a defiant smirk. The rest of her male co workers eyes lit up and she glanced over at the clock, 10 seconds, 9 8.. she could feel the baby inch forward with ever second, her vision bleating from the pain, 5, 4, 3, 2 , 1! It was over! She had done it. “I’m shift is over, goodbye!” She shouted waddling as fast as she could and signing out, the baby nearly falling out as she did so. Mr. Price smirked and shot her a glance. “Impressive-“

Arianna didn’t stay long enough to hear what else that slime ball had to say. She could even make it to her car before the next, impossibiy strong contraction hit her and she was pushing again. She made it inside a janitors closet and gave one last hard push, the baby rushing out of her. It’s loud cries lit up the small damp closet and she collapsed onto the tile, bringing her new baby girl to her chest. HR was definitely getting a very strongly worded email.

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Birth denile where they close their legs to make the baby not come? Preferably clothing birth not in public tho by themselves at home

"O-oohh...not yet, baby, just a little longer..." I cooed, grunting softly as I attempted to soothe my child by rubbing my heavy, overdue belly. I was nearing 3 weeks past my due date, which I honestly couldn't have been more thrilled about. I'd grown to adore every facet of my pregnancy, and wasn't ready for it to end just yet.

This morning I'd awoken to two sensations; first was a band of incredible pressure pressing my belly from all sides, and the second was the gush of my water breaking, the sheer volume of it making me wonder if it had just been building up more and more the longer my labor had been delayed.

Hospital was out of the question; even if I had wanted to let my labor progress naturally, it wouldn't be in such a fluorescent, clinical setting with others fussing over me. No, I was content to stay in my plush, comfortable bed, still in my sleep shorts and cropped pajama top, stroking my swollen belly as it tense and contracted again and again.

Hours in I began to get the primal urge to start pushing, but I pointedly avoided it. After all, the sooner I started pushing, then the sooner this would be over, and I intended to luxuriate in the feeling of being in labor for as long as I could. Carefully I managed to cross my legs, my body trembling with a need I would not satisfy just yet.

By the time night started to fall, I'd reached my limit, and my body seemed to know it. As soon as I uncrossed my legs I was hit with an incredibly powerful contraction, and I moaned loudly as I let myself push, bearing down against the pain. It wasn't long before I felt my baby's head bulging against my pajama shorts, coupled with another small gush of fluid. When the next contraction came, however, I found myself resisting again, and smiled to myself.

Just a little longer.

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Imagine going on a long cross-country road trip with friends, and a few days in, you start feeling achey and bloating. At first you attribute it to bad gas station food upsetting your stomach. But as the days go by, the bloating only gets worse, your belly bigger by the day. You beg for it to stop and tell yourself that as soon as the trip is over, you'll go to the hospital to find out whats wrong, but one day you all get caught in traffic, and your water breaks in the back of your friends' van.

"Man, that food really messed you up, huh?" my friend said, nodding towards my stomach, which had bloated slightly over the course of the day. I rubbed it, wincing slightly.

"Yeah...I mean, I couldn't even find an expiration date on it so who knows how old that stuff was, y'know?" I chuckled uneasily, trying not to make too big a deal out of it. It'd pass, however uncomfortably, and we'd be able to enjoy the trip as we'd planned.

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It didn't exactly go that way.

To my credit I'd held out for as long as I could, but eventually even my friends could see I was doing pretty roughly. My belly, which was only minorly bloated the first day, had now swollen considerably, straining against my shirt. There was also now an ever present pressure inside me, but it somehow felt different than stomachaches I'd had in the past.

Despite my protests of not wanting to ruin the trip, we finally agreed to cut it short. Food poisoning was nothing to fuck around with, one of my friends had said, and while I agreed, something told me this wasn't what I was contending with.

The next day we searched for hospitals that were close to where we'd parked the night before, and found one a little over an hour away. My friend fired up the GPS and we were well on our way.

Of course, it didn't go smoothly for much longer.

We weren't sure if there was an event the next town over, or maybe a crash further down the road, but either way we found ourselves stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. I barely had a chance to express my frustration before another cramp gripped me. I'd been having them since this morning, and they only seemed to be getting worse. One of our friends was holding my hand, trying to do what she could to soothe me. After a bit I asked for help taking my shirt off, hoping that might relieve the overwhelming pressure in my belly. When she did we both couldn't help gaping at how much I'd rounded out, my skin taut and shiny with sweat.

Suddenly the pressure reached a new high, and I let out a pained wail, my hands grasping the sides of my belly. Faintly I could feel some sort of movement from inside, but before I could tell my friends about this new development, something else shifted inside me.

"S-something's...--!!" My breath hitched, and a low moan escaped my throat as I felt a torrent of hot liquid rushing out of me, soaking my jean shorts and the car seat under me. I barely had time to process what had happened before another cramp flared up, and I doubled over as much as I could. An overwhelming need to push against the pain overtook me, and I let out a primal groan as I gave in. My friend next to me was panicking, and our friend who was driving looked over her shoulder.

"What's happening??" she asked, panic lacing her voice. My friend didn't answer at first, almost entranced by watching me struggle and push desperately through the pain. It wasn't until she saw a bulge form in the crotch of my shorts that she snapped out of it, stammering before finally replying.

"Oh fuck...I-I think she's having a baby!"

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sidenote-on-da · 2 years

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Request: rapid pregnancy and going into labor in a stuck elevator, the maintenance staff suspiciously unhelpful and the other people stuck with you in the elevator panicking too much to be helpful either. Maybe one or two of the other people in the elevator begins becoming pregnant as well?

"What do you mean, you don't know?" I asked crossly at the intercom in the upper corner of the elevator.

"Just what I said, ma'am; there's been a shortage of maintenance staff available, so I can't give you an estimate of when we'll have this problem fixed."

"Great," I muttered, folding my arms and leaning back into the corner. My anger belied my mounting anxiety; I'd woken up with unexplainable cramps and now it looked like I was going to miss my appointment to get those figured out. I idly rubbed my belly to try and soothe them, narrowing my eyes a bit as I noticed the skin there felt more taut than it did earlier. Shaking my head, I tuned back into my surroundings, noticing that the other woman in the elevator with me wasn't exactly taking this well. Fiddling with her phone, I watched as she came to realize what I already knew; that there was hardly any signal in here, so finding our own outside help was out of the question.

"Fuck!" she whispered through clenched teeth, starting to pace.

"Someone'll show up eventually, we just need to rela--" my attempt at calming her down was interrupted by another cramp, much to my irritation. Rubbing my stomach again didn't help to soothe things, instead only making me aware that my strangely taut stomach was poking out a little further than it had merely minutes ago.

"What th...?" I murmured, eyes widening as I could see my middle actively rounding out further, almost looking like...

"It's h-happening to you, too?" The teary voice of the other woman snapped me out of my trance, and I looked up at her. I don't know how I hadn't noticed before, but she looked to be five, maybe six months pregnant.

"I...I don't...!" Again my confusion was interrupted by pain, and looking down confirmed what I feared. Just in the span of a few minutes my belly had nearly caught up to hers in size, and my hands trembled as I ran them over my middle.

"It's getting faster, I think..." the woman whimpered, her face flushed as she experienced the same pain that wracked my body. Desperately I looked up to the intercom, hoping that someone was still there.

"S-something's happening to us, you've got to get us out of here!!" I pleaded, my breath hitching as I felt my belly grow again. There was silence before the voice from earlier spoke, sounding...odd.

"I'm so sorry, but you're going to have to wait...these things take time, you know." His tone was oddly breathless, giddy.

"Are....are you touching yourself, you sick fu-uuUUHN!!" My unwilling companion started to lash out before grasping her belly, now hanging low and looking overdue. Before either of us could speak again we both registered a faint pop!, and she let out a low moan as liquid gushed down her legs, soaking her pants thoroughly.

"O-oh no..." I murmured, watching as she quickly tried to rid herself of the ruined clothing, barely managing to kick them aside before howling with pain again. With renewed panic I hurriedly managed to reach under my dress to pull my panties off, knowing that I probably wasn't too far behind her. My belly swelled further now, straining against the fabric of my dress, and an intense pressure was starting to build from inside me. Despite all my pleas for it not to happen, my legs shook as I felt my water break, warm liquid pooling under me.

A shriek brought my attention back to the other woman, and I watched frozen in place as she struggled to push her baby out, the head just barely at a crown.

"Please, get oo-oOOUUGH-t!!" she panted, face red as she bore down hard. Finally her efforts were rewarded, and with another hot gush of fluid her baby's head was out. Before I could say or do anything to try to help her, I yelped as a new contraction gripped me, my belly feeling tighter than it had before. Realizing I had to push soon, I waited until another contraction came along before following her example. Squatting over the mess of amniotic fluid I'd made, I focused all my strength into pushing hard, heart racing as I could feel my impossible baby moving further down.

At last I moaned with relief at feeling the head reach a crown, fluid dripping messily from my laboring cunt. It was agonizing waiting for the next contraction, and when it finally arrived I put in as much effort as I could, my voice hoarse as I grunted and swore, until finally I'd birthed the shoulders, and the rest followed with one last gush of my waters.

As I finally tried to catch my breath, I looked over to see the other woman holding a baby of her own, still sobbing and straining as the head of another strained against the lips of her pussy.

God, I hope mine's an only child.

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