As you wish…

I know you’re doing your homework little one but daddy wants you so daddy is gonna have you. Now continue to work as I empty myself inside your pussy.

Keep them girls locked up and show them where they belong. Kept at home to be used whenever they’re needed. You’re gonna love being my cum slave so just relax baby

Who wants to be my little girl and help her daddy out?

You hated that I was taking advantage of your body and tried to fight me but the closer you got to cumming the less you could resist. You wanted to cum on your brothers cock and when that happened I would know I had you

Baby sister needed a ride home from school. She didn’t seem that worried when I told her my price, and didn’t bother stopping once I started cumming inside her. Looks like these rides are better for me than they are her

I loved the look on her eyes when she saw how big I was. It was an even better look when I shoved it inside her unused pussy and ripped it open.

We always made comments to each other I always thought as a father and his daughter just being close. I’d tell you that your shorts were to short, or a t shirt to loose and anybody could see everything. Then you’d make a comment telling me how I’ve always wanted to look. Little did you know I did always look. It took a new step when I found you in my bed only to pull the blankets away and see your fingers buried into your little cunt. It was that moment I knew our relationship was gonna be different and I was gonna turn you into my little cum whore.

This story is pretty sloppy, but I hope some people enjoy it.

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8:49 in the morning, and Will is glancing between the cardboard to-go cup he left on Samantha’s desk and the doorway that leads to this floor’s elevators. He’s been watching and waiting for nearly twenty minutes, almost an hour before anyone actually needs to be in the office, but he was far to excited for what today has in store to take his time getting here this morning.

Finally, she’s here, swaying into the office in her nice white blouse with elbow-length sleeves, tucked into a black pencil skirt that reaches her knees. Her straight, middle parted black hair looks glossy as it brushes back and forth over her shoulders while she walks past his desk.

“Hey, Sammy!” He sounds just as casually friendly as usual.

“Morning, Will,” she says with a bright smile, slowing her pace for the moment.

“I got you a cup of coffee. It’s waiting on your desk.”

“Oh, that’s so nice of you! Thanks.” She briefly touches his shoulder before seating herself in her own cubicle, immediately taking a swig of the coffee. “It’s perfect. Thanks so much, I forgot to stop for one this morning, too.”

“No problem.” He smiles back, apparently turning his attention back to his monitor. As the minutes pass, he takes as many looks at Sam as he can, watching as she takes sip after sip of her coffee. It doesn’t take long before she seems to have finished it, tipping the cup back to try and get the last drops out.

Still, he has to be patient, watching secretly as they go about their work day, having no idea how long this will take to actually work.

Finally, after about thirty agonizing minutes, he notices something, trying not to perk up and give away that he’s watching.

Sammy lets out a quick but deep breath, almost as if she’s suddenly winded or in pain, but it’s too quiet for anyone who isn’t paying attention to notice. At the same moment, her hand clasps to her flat belly, and Will feels a rush of excitement, knowing that this must be it. Sammy’s other hand goes to lay flat on her desk, as if for support, even though she’s still seated. She grunts, a little louder this time, and looks down at herself. She snaps up, knocking her chair back with enough force to slam it into the cubicle wall behind her. Her hand jerks away from her stomach, and she screams, by now holding the attention of the entire office.

Will rushes over, quickly enough to be the first one at her side as their colleagues gather around.

“What’s wrong?” “What happened?” “Are you okay, Sam?”

Everyone is beginning to surround her, and slowly they begin to see her stomach is bulging out, making her look nearly four months pregnant. The lower buttons of her blouse are beginning to strain against the sudden growth, along with the clasp above her skirt’s zipper.

“What’s happening?!” she cries out, again pressing a hand to her swollen stomach.

“She needs to get to the hospital!” Will shouts, his voice cutting through all of the chatter. Their coworkers nod and agree, moving aside as he helps her towards the elevator. “She needs space! Look, I’ll get her there!” He waves them away from the elevator, the suddenness of the situation and his friendship with Sam more than enough to get them to back off.

His fingers press the button for the ground floor frantically, keeping up the illusion that he only wants to get her to the hospital as soon as possible. Sam holds his shoulder, bending at the knees and groaning from the discomfort of having something growing so quickly inside of her. The bottom two buttons pop off of her blouse, and the skirt’s clasp snaps, making her scream in shock. “It’s okay, we’ll be in the car soon!” Will reassures her as the elevator doors finally slide open, and he helps her towards his car. She manages to mostly get herself into the passenger’s seat on her own, while Will starts up the car.

“Just try and relax! You’re gonna be fine, okay? Just take deep breaths!” He tries to reassure her.

Sam grabs the lever on the side of her seat, reclining it farther and farther back, trying to get into a position with the least discomfort from all the room her swelling belly is taking up. By this point, she appears to be over five months along, and another button flies off of her shirt, pinging against the roof of the car, and the zipper on her skirt is forced down.

“Here, try and drink some water!” Will gestures to the water bottle in the cupholder. Sam’s shaking hand takes it, twisting the cap off and immediately dropping it, spilling just a little as she brings the bottle to her full lips. She seems to realize just how thirsty she is, gulping down half the bottle very quickly, and continuing to take small sips, until very soon, something seems to come over her. The drug Will laced the water with begins to take effect, and her eyelids begin to droop, her head begins to nod. Before she can form the words to ask anything about what’s happening, she’s laying unconscious in the nearly horizontal passenger’s seat.

Will smiles, glancing around to find a fairly remote spot on the side of the road to temporarily park.

“Wow.” he whispers to himself as he turns to admire Sam’s changed body, her breasts bulging out of her bra, and the button of her blouse finally losing the battle against her growing breasts. He reaches into the console, grabbing a pair of scissors to snip her bra in the front and on both straps so he can easily remove it, tossing it into the backseat.

Sam’s belly button has begun to slightly protrude, almost her entire belly bare, now. The only button remaining, the one just beneath her breasts and above her belly, is barely hanging on, and Will snaps it easily with a pull of his finger. Her nipples are looking puffier, and it’s very obvious by now that she’s pregnant. His hands slide over her breasts, cupping them, before gliding over her belly, rubbing it, feeling how big and round she’s already gotten. He squeezes it gently, leaning down to kiss it all over, stopping at her belly button to lick and suck it.

“This is perfect,” he murmurs, keeping his left hand on her belly while he moves his lips to her nipple, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking. Soon, milk is already slowly being released, and he switches to her other nipple, quickly getting her milk to let down. His hand squeezes the breast he’s drinking from to get a better flow, which gets a bit stronger as the moments pass and her pregnancy progresses.

“Just perfect.” He raises up, leaving her blouse open to expose her now leaking breasts, slowly dripping breast milk down her sides. He starts the car, continuing to drive for a few more minutes until they arrive at his house. He pulls the car into the garage, waiting for the door to fully close before carrying Sam into the house and placing her on the bed. He easily removes her busted, milk stained blouse, but has to use a knife to get her skirt all the way off, her ass and thighs having widened so much, it was stuck on her. Now, she lays naked on the bed, her wrists and ankles strapped to the bed.

He walks to her side, placing his hand over the top of her distended belly, rubbing large circles over it. Just barely, he can feel tiny movements from under the skin, too small to be seen from the outside just yet, despite the fact that she appears to be nearly eight months along.

Slowly, Sam begins to open her eyes, blinking a few times as she tries to regain her bearings. “What happened?” She slurs, looking all around the room, her movements clearly still a little affected by the drug Will gave her. Her eyes finally land on him, but quickly snap to her own body, seeing just how big and full she’s gotten since she fell asleep.

“Oh! Oh, god! What the fuck?! What did you do to me?!” she screams, raising herself up with the palms of her hands. As she does, she notices the straps on her wrists and the chains attached to them to allow her limited movement on the bed. “What the fuck?! What the hell is this?!” She shouts, looking around at all of her bound limbs.

“I don’t know! I think someone must have done something to your coffee this morning!” Will says in feigned concern before smiling, still rubbing her belly.

“I need to go to a hospital!” she futilely strains against her wrist chains. “No, no. You’re gonna be just fine.” Will assures, taking a seat next to her on the bed. Both hands cup and squeeze her breasts, causing her to gasp and scream as she tries to move away with nowhere to go. He moves down, kissing and licking all over her belly, now able to suck her belly button in earnest, with it fully popped out on her full-term looking belly. Every spot he kisses, she feels a little kick, causing her to gasp and cry out. “Stop it! Oh, god!”

“You look so good, so big and pregnant with my babies.” He almost breathes the words against her belly, still pressing kisses to it as it grows and the movement inside gets stronger. He continues massaging her breasts, moving up to latch onto her thickened nipple, getting a small scream from Sam as he starts suckling hard on her swollen, milky teat. Milk floods his mouth, and the kicks from within her full belly are starting to become visible from the outside, his hand moving all over to press and feel the activity inside.

“Your milk tastes so good, I’m gonna keep you pregnant forever. Just my big, milky baby-factory.” He dives back in to nurse from her breast, which swells bigger and bigger, even as he drains the milk from it.

“What’s wrong with you?! Get off me! Let go!” Sam screams and tries to pull away, struggling with the weight of her newly heavily pregnant body, but Will doesn’t seem to notice beyond latching harder onto her breast as he gulps down her milk. The babies inside get bigger, and the kicks get stronger, now easily visible from the outside, and Sam is looking about due to drop twins, yet still the babies keep growing inside her, and the way they push out all over, she seems to be carrying far more than just two.

“Aren’t you excited to be a mommy, Sammy?” Will asks after breaking the latch, dribbling a little milk down his chin. His hands roam her huge belly some more, feeling the babies grow and move around beneath her skin.

“Oh, god, this isn’t happening!” Sam shakes her head, staring in awe at her burgeoning belly, so round and full of life. Suddenly, her belly begins swelling faster, growing bigger and heavier by the second. Sam grunts and groans in discomfort and fear, giving a weak scream as her belly gets absurdly huge, rapidly growing past looking overdue with triplets. Her breasts continue to swell, now about F cups, and dripping milk constantly.

Soon, she’s about the size of a yoga ball, with powerful movements distinctly obvious from all over her swollen middle. Neither of them have ever seen anyone so big and pregnant before, with Will feeling overjoyed at the sight of her, and Sam in horror.

Sam cries out a little, feeling a very uncomfortable cramping in her middle, and screams from the shock of a burst of water from between her legs.

“It’s time!” Will says excitedly, rubbing to feel all of their babies kicking from inside her massive form.

“Oh, god! No, no! Get them out of me!”

“They’re coming out. Don’t worry.” Will smiles and pats her belly, feeling it shift as her babies turn inside of her.

She’s almost too distracted to notice two other men entering the room, until one slides two fingers inside of her, and the other is at her side, opposite of Will.

“She’s fully dilated. Wow, that stuff really worked.” The first man says with a smile, also rubbing across the top of her massively pregnant belly.

Will and the second man each grab a breast, fitting as much of it as they can into their mouths and pumping it with their hands as they suckle hungrily, guzzling down as much milk as they can.

Sam screams, both from the invasions and the contraction gripping her overfilled belly. “Okay, on the next contraction, I need you to push. Get ready. Okay, push, come on, push!” The first man instructs her, keeping a hand on her contracting belly. Instinctively, Sam squeezes her eyes shut and pushes, feeling something large move in the middle of her pelvis. It feels like she’s being pulled apart.

As she pushes, her breasts release stronger streams of milk into her drinkers mouths, which they don’t seem to mind, eagerly nursing from her huge mommy milkers. The babies continue to kick and move around, making her groan in discomfort from that and the contractions.

“Push! Push!” The man continues to order on each contraction, Sam screaming as she bears down with two men latched firmly onto both teats. “I can see the head! Keep pushing! Come on, push push push!”

Sam pushes hard, feeling the mass move lower and lower, until she feels a pop between her thighs, something big and round and wet sticking out of her vagina.

“The head is out! Keep going!”

She pushes again, keeping it going for as long as she can, until she feels the first baby slide out. Her belly isn’t any smaller, still full to the brim with kicking babies.

“Wonderful.” The man says, seeming to do nothing with the crying, squirming infant laying between her legs. “Here comes another. Give me another big push.”

Sam grits her teeth, pushing as hard as she can, feeling the baby move lower faster than the last one. Both men continue to guzzle her milk, their suckling feeling as powerful to her as she imagines an electric milker would be.

“It’s coming! Keep pushing! That’s it, another big one!” The head pops free, and Sam gasps and pants for a moment, not having long to rest before another contraction grips her, and she finds herself pushing the rest of the baby out in one go. “That’s great. Keep ‘em coming.”

The two babies are crying as they lay on the bed, causing both breasts to gush milk into the eager mouths of both men nursing from her while she births baby after baby.

“Breathe, breathe.” the man standing between her legs orders. “Hoo hoo hoo,” Sam pants, imitating what she’s seen women do when giving birth in the movies.

“That’s it, good. Okay, here it comes. Time to push.” Sam’s legs tense with the force of her pushing, this time pushing the entire baby out in one long push.

“Amazing. You’re perfect at this.”

Sam gives the man a death glare, but they can hardly see each other’s faces over her still massive belly.

The men at her sides continue to pump her milk with their hands while they nurse, drinking her overflowing milk as if they’re starved. Sam can’t wrap her head around her situation, with her enormous pregnant body, huge milky teats, and birthing baby after baby.

“Hoo hoo, hee hee,” she continues to pant between contractions, the “doctor” or whoever he is continuing to rub all over her big, active belly. “Push now, Sammy, you’ve got plenty more babies on the way.”

Sam shouts, pushing yet another baby out of herself, hearing it cry alongside its three siblings, feeling as if she may be stuck here forever, giving birth endlessly and breastfeeding these two men, breasts and belly never becoming empty.

bros before hoes, dude.

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Hey, it’s Charlie here! This kinda just… popped into my head! Hope you like it!

Daniel, Nick, and Austin were gym bros. They worked out 12 hours a week together, went snowboarding on the weekends, they were inseparable. Daniel was by far the youngest of the group, having just turned 18 last weekend, while Nick and Austin were both 27.

None of the guys were small, with Daniel being 6'1" and the other two being at least 5 inches taller than him. Nick and Austin were more built however, with Daniel being as tall and lanky as the other guys were thick and muscular.

Daniel doesn’t remember what happened after the gym on Monday morning, but he woke up naked on a bed, obviously still struggling against some sort of drug. Was his protein powder switched out?

Wait, he got some from Nick, because he had run out on Friday and hadn’t been to the store. Was Nick okay?

“Nick? Nick, are you alright? Are you there?”, Daniel groggily called out, sitting up on the bed. Nick walked up to the end of the bed, also completely naked. As he came out from around the end, kneeling on the bed, Daniel struggled to keep his mouth shut.

Nick’s cock was bigger than anything he had ever seen before, it had to be at least 10 inches long, and as thick as Daniel’s wrist. “Oh I’m fine Daniel.”, Nick said, before lunging at him and having him pinned, face down onto the bed.

“Nick, what’s going- AH!”, Daniel said, cutting himself off with a scream as Nick slammed his cock into his ass. It was so big he was sure it was going to rip him in half. Nick, while still shoving a cock up Daniel’s ass that definitely should not be there, turned Daniel so that he was on his back, and he could see Nick’s face. Nick pulled back before slamming into Daniel again, eliciting another scream from the 18 year old.

“God, you’re fucking tight!”, Nick moaned, pulling back and slamming into him again.

Nick developed a fast rhythm, repeatedly slamming his cock into Daniel until Daniel was just a sobbing mess, his pleas reduced to nothing. Nick reached his high, and Daniel could feel the cum splattering against his insides with such strength, it drove him to his own climax. There was an impossible amount of pressure in Daniel’s stomach, and he watched in horror as his stomach ballooned out.

The pressure continued to build until his belly button audibly popped out, the skin angry and red with stretch marks marring what used to be a six pack. When his stomach stopped growing, he felt kicks slamming into the sides of what he assumed was now a womb. Daniel also noticed that he now had breasts, B’s that leaked milk as they started to bounce when Nick picked up his rhythm again.

He was impossibly pregnant.

Daniel screamed again as Nick slammed his cock into him over and over, going faster than he had before. His last scream was choked off as he felt another cock, as big as or maybe even bigger than Nick’s, slam into his throat. Daniel gagged, but he couldn’t do anything against Austin’s cock as the man used Daniel’s mouth to reach a high.

Both Nick and Austin climaxed at the same time, and the pressure behind Daniel’s stomach made him sob, and would have made him scream if Austin’s cock wasn’t in the way. His stomach ballooned out so that he could barely see Nick’s face, kicks constantly slamming into the sides of his massively pregnant belly. His breasts grew as well, becoming Double D’s as they continued to leak milk.

The sight of him alone must have been enough for Austin, because Daniel felt more and more cum slide down his throat, adding more pressure to his stomach and making it balloon out at least 6 more inches, blocking Nick’s face completely.

Nick and Austin repeated the steps, pounding into Daniel and climaxing over and over again. Both men probably came at least 7 more times, but Daniel lost count after 2, when they had to turn him on his side so his stomach and boobs wouldn’t suffocate him. Each bucket of cum from one of the men pushed his stomach out a good 6 or 7 inches more, and stretched his boobs a good 3 sizes.

By the end of it, Daniel’s stomach protruded at least 10 feet in front of him, the skin constantly rippling and almost bruising with kicks and punches. His breasts were constant fountains of milk, and his brain was reduced to nothing. His face had a blank look, and he drooled as Nick thrust his cock back into his ass, only needing 1 thrust to release another bucket of cum into him, swelling his stomach and boobs again.

As Nick pulled his cock out, Austin shoved his in, thrusting until he had reached his climax, coming inside Daniel. Except this time something was different. Daniel’s stomach swelled, as well as his breasts, but also a release of fluid gushed from his ass, and his muscles clenched around Austin’s cock, trapping the member there.

His giant belly shifted, and something was pressing hard down into him. His brain was screaming that he should push against the pressure, and he weakly responded, his muscles contracting and pushing the mass of pressure down until it was pressed against Austin’s cock. Austin moaned at the contact, his cock growing harder and harder as Daniel’s brain kept him pushing.

Daniel pushed Austin’s cock out of him just as Austin came, and then there was a baby’s head pressing against his tight rim. The head had to be as big as a grapefruit, and Daniel screamed as it pushed against the tight ring of muscle. Daniel’s face turned into a grimace as he pushed the baby’s head out. He felt Nick’s hands check something around his ass, but his brain just kept him pushing, intent on getting this baby out.

After around a minute, the baby popped out, a gush of fluid coming with it. The baby starts wailing, and Daniel can barely feel it as Nick holds it to his breast, overcome by the feeling of another baby pressing against him.

It takes 20 minutes before Daniel’s stomach is back to normal, his six pack glistening with sweat, Nick and Austin ever rotating the screaming babies and slowly draining his boobs. When they’re done, the 20 kids are the size of 2 year old toddlers, and are all in various stages of sleeping, some just laying there and rocking back and forth while giggling. Others are saying various words, just non-coherently saying random words.

Nick and Austin disappear for a few minutes, carrying the kids away. Daniel doesn’t remember them coming back as he passes out, exhausted from everything that happened.

When Daniel wakes up to his alarm, his phone says that it’s Tuesday morning, and his alarm title is “GYM WITH THE BROS!”. Daniel gets up, getting dressed and brushing off his memories as a really, really strange dream.

There’s protein powder in his cupboard, so he must have gone shopping. He gets to the gym and everything is normal, with his “dream” falling to the back of his mind, but whenever Nick stands a little too close behind him on a squat or Austin’s just a little to close to his head while he’s benching, Daniel knows.

He doesn’t say anything though, even when he wakes up on the same bed a month later.

because bros before hoes, dude.

367.15 - Pass It Along

Prompt: Pregnancy becomes contagious.; like getting sneezed on by a pregnant person can ‘infect’ someone else, regardless of their gender.

A/N: I really liked this idea so I decided to write something about it. Enjoy! ~ Andy

The doctors and scientists don’t quite know how it all started. There weren’t any answers and there wasn’t a cure yet since they couldn’t figure out what was really happening or why…

Mia was five months pregnant when she had sex with Shawn, who was her husband and the father of the baby she was carrying. Within a matter of hours Shawn’s stomach expaned and he developed a slight pouch. He didn’t see anyone about it until two months later when he started to get cramps. At first they thought that it might be cancer or a tumor. They were flabbergasted to discover a baby instead. His condition was closely monitored and he spent the next month in the hospital. He didn’t have breasts or a uterus. He was still 100% male. They pulled out a healthy little girl via caesarean section. There was no placenta or umbilical cord, but she seemed completely normal. They couldn’t explain it.

Mia had a baby shower when she was seven months pregnant and shortly afterwards five of her friends were suddenly expecting their own babies. Their bellies bulged overnight and they all gave birth to healthy children at around the same time. Maybe these incidents were just isolated to Mia though…

Julie lived halfway around the world and she was still working despite the fact that she was due in a few weeks. She had a cushy job in an office though so she figured that she would be fine. On that particular day her Braxton Hicks were worse than ever. Apparently her twins had other plans and her water broke. Her coworkers were quick to help her as best as they could and the first twin arrived before the ambulance did. The second one followed while they were in route to the hospital. Suddenly, the very next morning, ten different people were woken up by Braxton Hicks or labor pain. It didn’t matter if they were female or male; old or young.

Mike was Julie’s boss and in his late fifties when some strange movement from his abdomen woke him up. It was particularly uncomfortable to have two babies jostling around in places they shouldn’t be… It felt like they were kicking his lungs and pressing down on his bladder. He slowly sat up and one of the twins shifted against his prostate as his muscles contracted. There was a tremendous amount of pressure, but nowhere for the baby to go. He was rushed into emergency surgery and the twins were pulled out of him.

Stella was an escort on the west coast of the United States and she slept with multiple people throughout her pregnancy. She even had Dave fuck her while she was in labor. Stella gave birth shortly thereafter with Dave’s help. Dave’s case was more rapid than the others. His own baby began to grow while he was having sex with Stella and neither of them really noticed his abdomen quickly expanding over the next few hours either. Dave had a birth fetish and a pregnancy fetish. He was extremely turned on by the unexpected turn of events. Stella didn’t really understand what was happening and she was too worn out to protest another round. Dave fucked her again even as he felt the pressure growing and a heavy weight pushed down on his prostate, making him cum multiple times.

His contractions were insense and he desperately wanted to know what it felt like to give birth. He didn’t call for help right away since he figured that his labor would be quick like Stella’s… The urge to push washed over him for hours and the baby remained firmly lodged on his prostate. Then Dave realized at long last that he wasn’t built like Stella… Stella was starting to look pregnant again by the time they reached the hospital.

The news began to spread. They simply said that pregnancy was contagious. There wasn’t really any other way to say it.

A lot of people didn’t believe the reports and they had to experience it first hand for themselves. It took a few months for the truth to settle in. There was a massive baby boom. Contagious pregnancies were everywhere. Men and women of all ages from all walks of life. Some individuals sought it out on purpose once it was fact instead of fiction. Those poor people who had tried IVF and had trouble conceiving. Those who weren’t really interested in any kind of relationship, but still wanted children of their own. Those weirdos like Dave, who got off at the mere thought and were now able to fulfill their fantasies.

Personally I give pregnant people a wide berth. I don’t want to get pregnant after all…

Corruption: Demonic (365.1)

[1.  What about a story about an unsuspecting pregnant woman who had her baby being unknowingly replaced by alien/monster or corrupted into those things. Maybe she was somehow experimented on while being asleep, maybe the invading seed somehow corrupted her fetus and the memory of this event was erased and so on. Would absolutely love to see her giving birth to it and have someone (either the mom herself or someone else) react to her inhumane baby, maybe also see her struggling to deliver her baby. ]

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“Master, are you sure we should be doing this,” a young woman said, staring at the unconscious pregnant woman sprawled out on a stone slab.

“Of course, demonic transformation is the next step in human evolution,"an older man said, covered in a steel grey robe while finishing a chalk drawing of numerous circles and shapes surrounding the woman.

"But what if the authorities catch wind?”

“They won’t,” The Master assured. “Even if the plan sees success, this young mother wouldn’t report something that she would perceive as her fault for birthing.”

The Master got up from his squat on the ground and produced a syringe with a dark black liquid as its contents. He slowly thrusted the instrument up the woman’s vagina and poked it into her cervix. It took only a second to inject serum into her. Then he took a book from the folds of his robes.

“And if she and the baby die, it will be simply ruled as a birth complication to be studied secretly,” he said, turning to stare his young apprentice in the eye. “We will move on to the next test as usual regardless.”

The Apprentice shivered and rubbed her stomach. They had done numerous tests before this one. Injecting demon blood into men and women, young and old, Injecting already born babies, and even growing a demon fetus in a tube which was the only test to succeed. The next test would involve human and demon copulation which she had volunteered for. To her excitement.

The master stepped back and muttered some words from the book in latin. The sigils surrounding the body of the pregnant woman glowed purple. The lights then wrapped themselves around the woman’s belly. It started to undulate, the baby kicking and struggling against the influence of the demonic magic.

Then it stopped. Her belly went still. Then it started growing. Her belly button pushed out into a peak, stretch marks quickly sprouted.

“Ah, a successful corruption,” the master said, observing the completed and increased size of the womb. She looked to be about 9 months pregnant with big twins now.

“Dress her and take her back to her vehicle,” commanded the master. “We will observe our work from afar.”

~

Maria’s face was buried into the pillows of her van. The young man’s huge cock slamming into her wet vagina and his balls slapping up against the skin of her ass. Her huge baby filled belly swung under her with each thrust.

Maria moaned as she felt a slight twist in her stomach muscles. It was a gamble having sex when she was this close to birth, but she needed something to take her mind off the strange things that happened this week.

Her stomach had strangely gotten larger. She felt so low on energy no matter what. The movements from her baby were strong enough to feel painful like Braxton hicks.

Maria felt her baby punch her hard as she and her on night partner reached climax. Maria gave a small shriek of ecstasy and pain as she felt the man’s cum enter her.

After that, the man quickly left. The short and sweet transaction of pleasure is now completed. That’s how it was when she conceived the now big baby in her belly at the beginning of her little road trip.

Maria planned on giving birth in the trailer privately but the rapid and random growth of her baby made her worried. The town she was in now only had a local midwife, she’d need to go to the next city over for a hospital.

But that was a task for tomorrow. Maria laid on her bed as a slight contraction and a strong kick wished her good night.

The Next morning

Maria made a mistake. She cradled the underside of her dropped bump. Her baby thrashing with the hard contraction that made her stomach hard as steel. The pressure was intense on her cervix.

“F-fuck,I didn’t think it would hurt this bad,” she said aloud in a moan. The flesh of her cervix felt like it was battered by an iron hammer. The sudden increase in the size of her baby over the last few days had to have had something to do with it.

Maria paced from one end of the trailer to the next, regretting her decision to drive out of the small town. Just as the contraction was released, she sat back in the driver seat and continued to drive. The next town with a hospital was 5 hours away and she needed to get there just in case things went wrong.

Despite the contraction stopping, her child still thrashed within her like a beast. Each fist punching at the underside of her stomach, the head constantly slamming at her barely dilated cervix, hard kicks pressing at her belly button. Each one made Maria groan and flinch strongly, she’d almost driven off the road when the contraction came with them.

After an hour, Maria was sweaty and the pressure had reached unbearability. She stopped her trailer  at the side of the road yet again. Maria stumbled out of the driver seat and tried walking the pain out. A steel contraction tightened her stomach, more intense than the last few.

“Phoooo, baby please give mama a break,” Maria went to rub her stomach only to be met with a stinging pain to the touch. “What the hell?”

Maria lifted up her overgrown t-shirt and the state of her belly made her want to throw up. Light blue and purple Mark’s were scattered against the surface of her contracting dome. The baby punched close to one of the bruises, making Maria yelp. Maria started to enter a state of panic. Babies weren’t supposed to do that. Why the hell was her baby so violent?

“Something isn’t right, I need a hospit-AUUUUGGGGHHH,” Maria’s knees caved into a deep squat as the contraction intensified and the strikes of her baby pressed downwards.

A gush of blackish-red water came from Maria’s vagina. Her face went pale. Was s amniotic fluid supposed to look like that? The contraction and downward pressure increased even more as Maria waddled to the end of her bed. She collapsed under the pain.

A hard mass started moving through her inner hole. Maria howled. There was no way she finished dilating, her baby was forcing itself out. Pain strikes in waves through her pelvis. Her bruised belly contracted as she dragged herself onto her bed. She couldn’t drive in her condition and she was stuck in the middle of nowhere. Her baby was coming here and now.

The contraction intensified and caused Maria to arch her back and dig her nails into her already battered stomach. Even touching the surface of her stomach sent pain lancing through her abdomen. Blood and fluid started dripping from her canal as her baby continued to push past her small cervix. Tears flowed from Maria’s eyes as she gave into her own urge to get her violent baby out.

“Ah, ah, ah, FUCK, GET OUT OF MEEEE!” She screamed as the hard head entered her canal. She suddenly felt sharp objects graze the walls of vagina. The contraction released and she felt how tight the shoulder felt inside her. Nothing about this baby would be easy. She wanted an epidural. She wanted a c-section. This baby could rip her apart.

Her sweat covered stomach contracted again and her baby began to move forward. Maria grasped a full fist of her sheets tight and pushed. Her pussy was starting to bulge with the weirdly pointy head. Maria’s face twisted in agony as her pussy spread to accommodate the large head and started to burn with the stretch. Then the baby stopped moving. The head was too big, it was stuck at its widest point.

“AUUUUUGHHH, PLEASE BABY PLEASE!” Maria screamed as she continued to push and push. The contraction ebbed away and she continued to bear down to get away from the burn. Maria realized she needed to try someone new as she felt the baby start to recede back into her.

She struggled off her bed and onto her feet. The downward pressure increased on her pussy and more dark fluid dripped around the head of the child. It still barely moved though. Maria took lumbering steps forward until she was halfway through her trailer in front of the mirror. She gripped the top of the frame when another contraction wrapped itself around her. Tears leaked from her eyes as she bore down and the burn encompassing her crotch intensified. The baby kept moving down and down until Maria finally felt a release.

The head popped out hard and fluid gushed onto the ground. Maria’s legs gave out and collapsed underneath her. Her stomach continued to contract and the shoulders of the baby started to open up her battered lips.

Maria was beyond exhausted and drenched with sweat, but she knew she had to check for a cord around the baby. But then she looked I’m the mirror.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!” Maria shrieked. The skin of the baby was white as a fresh linen sheet, stark black hair and had two small horns on its forehead. The contraction forced the baby further out of its host. Maria was sent spiraling. She’d been able to control her breathing before, but now panic was setting in.

That thing that crowned from her pussy wasn’t her baby. It couldn’t have been. It couldn’t have. Those words cycled through her mind as her breathing got more and more out of control. Even so, she Instinctively kept pushing the baby out. The shoulders proved to be just as broad as the head and got stuck in the same fashion.

The contraction subsided only for another to quickly take its place. Maria bore down again and the shoulders slid forward, spurts of blood and black fluid coming from the edges.

Maria curled in on herself and bore down hard, screaming through gritted teeth. The shoulders spread her to the max and then slowly slid out from the lips of her pussy. The rest of the big body follows behind. The white skinned baby fell onto the floor and started squirming wildly.

Maria gasped, then fell back and tried to scoot back away from the huge thing she birthed but she felt too weak to move. Now that the baby was out, blood was leaking from the inside of her canal. Probably from when the babe forced its way through her cervix.

Maria could feel blood loss start to affect her as her vision faded and she grew dizzy. The last thing she saw was her baby crawling over her still slightly swollen stomach and ripping off the shirt that still covered her breasts.

~

The assistant opened the door to the trailer and was greeted with a pungent smell of blood and fluids. She turned her eyes to the ground and saw a pale skinned babe sucking freely at their test subjects’ breasts.

The subject didn’t look long for this world. Blood was pooling underneath her from her vagina. Most likely internal bleeding. It was amazing she didn’t tear in the birthing process. Her eyes looked vacant and hollow, but they would be able to save her and use her again in a more controlled environment.

The assistant snapped her fingers and several robed men entered the trailer with medical equipment and containment tools. They got to work immediately, preserving her life.

The assistant saw the baby squirm in the grasp of the men. She patted the small beginnings of her bump under her robe. She couldn’t wait for her turn.

In the Name of Science

The offer had seemed too good to be true. A year in an all-inclusive resort off the coast of Florida somewhere. Room, meals, and healthcare provided along with a nice little paycheck. The only thing she had to do in return is test their supplements. Be a little medical genuine pig for a year and make enough money to last her ten. Sounded like a good deal to her.

Hannah had been through a rough couple of weeks. She was fired from her job because she was late, and she was only late because she had needed to pack her things due to the fact her boyfriend of two years had decided to dump her and kick her ass to the curb.

Things weren’t going well, and this opportunity seemed to come at the best possible moment. She hardly even had to think about it before she was spending the rest of her money on a plane ticket to Florida.

She had to take two planes, a ferry, and a bus to get to the resort. It really was in the middle of nowhere, totally exclusive and absolutely beautiful. She was only allowed two bags, and both were taken from her the second she walked onto the property. She was led to a large common room full of other women mingling and drinking. A glass of champagne pushed into her hand by a passing waiter and a loud toasting sound coming from the stage at the front of the room.

“Welcome everyone! And thank you for making the journey out to participate in our study. We are most appreciative for your commitment and your sacrifices. Please enjoy tonight, because tomorrow we begin our work and alcohol will be strictly prohibited.” The chubby woman who seemed to be in charge gave a tight smile before descending from the stage and exiting the room.

Hannah had a blast mingling with the other women. She drank, laughed, danced, and eventually passed out. The rest of the night was a blur and she woke in the morning to an annoying beeping sound.

She cracked her eyes open and wished she hadn’t. She was in a way too white room, allowing the bright light to seem even brighter. Her head pounded. She attempted to raise her hand to rub the sleep from her eyes only to find that her wrists were restrained to the bed. Her eyes bolted open. She was in a hospital room, completely naked, her arms and legs restrained, an IV in her arm.

“Wha—”

The door opened and the chubby woman from last night stepped inside still wearing that tight smile. “Ah good morning! Or should I say good afternoon. You have been sleeping most of the day. My name is Dr. Lamb.” She walked to the end of Hannah’s bed and picked up her chart. “Oh, you really are a perfect specimen. Healthy, smart, great genetics. We did well recruiting you.” She put Hannah’s chart back in place before taking a seat next to the bed. “So… I’m assuming you would like an explanation…?”

Hannah had to clear her throat that felt dry and constricting with panic. “Hell yes I do. What the fuck is the meaning of this? This wasn’t in the brochure…”

The doctor nodded, her smile never falling. “You did sign the contract, and the contract is ironclad. You are here to try our supplements. Those supplements will increase your fertility as well as prolong gestation.”

“You’re not saying I’m going to be—”

“Pregnant? Well I would hope so. That’s the whole point of the study. We want to find a way for a woman to carry a child past the standard nine months to see if it leads to stronger, healthier, and better developed offspring. Now the only option you have now is… do you prefer to be inseminated the old-fashioned way or by machine.”

“NOT AT ALL!” Hannah pulled on her restraints as her heart hammered in her chest. “This isn’t what I signed up for!”

Dr. Lamb shushed Hannah and gave her hand a pat. “My dear, not only is this exactly what you signed up for. I believe it was what you were made for. Your body was literally designed for this very reason. Now I will only ask once more dear. Do you want a man to fuck you or machine?”

Hannah’s lip quivered as tears started to stream down your cheeks. She was starting to hyperventilate now and all she could hear was the disappointed sigh from Dr. Lamb. “Well that won’t do, now will it.” She stood and pressed a button next to Hannah’s bed and a huge wave of exhaustion washed through her. “Machine it is then.”

Hannah was horrified to realize that even though Dr. Lamb had obviously given her a sedative it wasn’t enough to pull her under. She was still had to be awake to witness a group of men wheel in a terrifying contraption. They made quick work of prepping her. One man coating his hand in lube before slowly stretching Hannah open. “Shhh easy girl. We need to make sure you’re stretched and ready before we hook you up to the inseminator. I need you to relax. Don’t make this harder on yourself sweetheart.” His hand continued to pump, while another man used a cloth to clean off Hannah’s chest, attaching some kind of wires.

Her bed was tilted so her bottom half was slightly higher, and her leg restraints were moved so her legs were wide open. She had never felt more exposed.

Hannah had never craved the sweet relief of sleep before but she wished more than anything to pass out so she wouldn’t have to watch what these people were about to do to her. The first nurse finally extracted his hand when he was satisfied with Hannah’s progress. “Alright this is going to pinch do take a deep breath. 1… 2…” He didn’t even wait for 3 before he was shoving a long thick tube into Hannah’s poor cunt. “Shhh. Take a few deep breaths. Once you’re settled I’m going to turn it on.”

The tube was massive to the point of hurting. Hannah wanted to beg them to take it out, but she couldn’t form words. The nurse’s hands slowly slid from her inner thighs to her stomach. Rubbing circles as if trying to comfort her. Then without warning he put pressure on her stomach making her cry out and arch her back slightly. “See doesn’t that feel good?” His hands left and moment later Hannah heard several clicks and a humming sound before the machine turned on. Slowly pumping inside of her in a thrusting gesture. Each thrust sending semen deep into her womb.

The second nurse walked over to her IV stand to replace the bag and he made mistake of finally making eye contact and he looked very uncomfortable. “Just replacing it with a higher dose…” He looked to his comrade who was busy pushing buttons on the machine. “You need to relax. It’ll only get worse if you fight it.” He pushed the same button Dr. Lamb had pushed earlier and this time Hannah did, thankfully find unconsciousness.

The next time she woke it was to the same two nurses examining a monitor and taking a blood sample. “Just need to replace the tank. She’s already managed to suck this one up dry.” He chuckled. “You know I came in here last night to check her vitals and she was fucking moaning in her sleep.”

The shy nurse paused what he was doing. “Moaning? Was she in pain?”

“Pain? No of course not. She was loving it. It took every ounce of self-control not to replace the inseminator with my dick and fuck her silly with the pornographic sounds she was making.”

The hum of the machine paused for a moment and the tube was slowly pulled out her cunt making Hannah moan deeply. “See just like that. Isn’t that music to your ears.” Hannah struggled to sort of out her emotions. Relief from getting a break from the insistent pumping of the inseminator… but also a small ache at feeling empty. She wasn’t empty for long before the nurse’s hand was filling her again. “Just checking for any tearing and…” He cleared his throat as Hannah instinctively clenched around his fingers. “It seems you’re fine. Ready for another round.”

His hand was pulled out and quickly replaced with the harsh vibrations and thrusting of the inseminator. Hannah cried out, in pleasure or pain she wasn’t sure… maybe both.

“What do her results say?”

The shy nurse whose eyes had been glued to a monitor sighed, “Negative. No baby yet. But the way she’s rushing through these tanks it shouldn’t take much longer. She’s already had so much  cum pumped in her, that even she fucked ten men a day for a week… she still wouldn’t be half as full. I give it another day tops.”

They left but this time there was no sedatives administered before they left. Instead Hannah had to sit there and experience every single thrust of the machine. And the infuriating part was that she wished she could change the speed. It was maddening to sit on the brink of orgasm just to be met with the same dull pace that wasn’t hard enough to actually send her over. So not only as she being bred against her will… but she was being edged.

She lost track of time as her mind was broken. She was a mess of begging twitches by the time the nurses returned the next day.

“Holy shit would you look at that. Poor girl looks absolutely desperate. Drained the tank again.” There were warm hands on your arm as another blood sample was taken.

“Please… please I need…. I—I need to cum PLEASE!”

“Oh honey. We could love to help you cum. Just give us a moment to run your tests and we’ll take care of you.” The shy nurse was the one taking your blood, while the other was the one busy turning the machine off and reaching into some box at the foot of the bed. “Ah!  Here it is.” He pulled what looked like some kind of attachment for the inseminator. He attached it to the base of the tube. It felt heavy on Hannah’s clit and the nurse chuckled at the groan that Hannah didn’t even realize she let out. He flipped a few more switches and not only did the machine resume it’s pumping but now there was a powerful vibration that immediately sent Hannah into a tailspin.

She came almost immediately, and it seemed that as soon as one orgasm stopped the next one started. She barely heard the disappointed sigh of “negative” before they left her alone again.

Once again, she lost her mind, but this time it was in the non-stop orgasm that seemed to continuously overwhelm her. She didn’t know if this torture was better or worse than before. She lost track of time. It could have been hours or days. She was slipping in and out of consciousness. Always waking up as a sweaty and absolutely soaking mess. Her sheets were disgusting. She needed a shower. She needed a break.

So, when the nurses returned on day… whatever it was and relieved her of her sweet torture she felt tears building her eyes. But they didn’t actually fall until she heard the words… Positive! She’s pregnant!”

Once her pregnancy was confirmed by Dr. Lamb, Hannah was moved into a new room. Still with lots of medical equipment but this one seemed to at least have a more comfortable bed, and less restraints.

Hannah was allowed to bathe with the help of her two very eager nurses and when she was returned to her new room Dr. Lamb was waiting. “There she is. Congratulations dear. I’m very proud of your progress. Now… I’m going to explain what will happen next. Every day you will be bathed, fed, and exercised. In between these events you will be here growing your little bundle of joy and being milked.” She pointed to another evil looking machine next to the bed. “The supplements have a side effect leading to hyperlactation. If you aren’t milked every day, the pain will become unbearabel I’m afraid.”

Hannah reached down to her tit and gave it a squeeze and moaned at the immediate gratification she received.

Dr. Lamb herded her into bed and hooked her up to various machines that monitored her and the fetus’ vitals. “Now. As I mentioned earlier. This pregnancy will last more than nine months. How long I’m not sure. Hopefully as long as possible. We want the child to be completely developed before it is born… So, I would suggest getting comfortable. You’ll be here a while.”

The first month passed fairly quickly. Hannah was now allowed to entertain herself, so she watched TV and read books. Her nurses who she had learned were named James and Victor, the shy one being James, spent a good deal of time just sitting in her room. Running tests, escorting her to the bathroom, forcing her to go for walks, and Victors personal favorite milking her.

It was around month three that her stomach began to swell more noticeably. She wanted to hate the thing growing inside of her… but yet every night when the nurses left her hand would drift over her little bump and she would talk to it. The morning sickness was awful but James was always there to hold her hair.

By month five she had a distinct baby bump that was making getting out of bed a little more difficult. Her cravings were all over the place and James was always willing to fetch her whatever she wanted, no matter the time. Victor on the other hand was always quick to deny her things that weren’t healthy. Always scolding James when he gave her too many sweets.

Month eight was a struggle. Hannah’s stomach was already huge. She swore she had more than one baby in there, but Victor refused to tell her. She didn’t even know the gender. Her back ached, her ankles were swollen and if Victor made her go on one more damn walk, she was going to lose her mind.

Month ten came and Dr. Lamb made sure to drop by to celebrate making it past the standard nine months. Hannah felt massive now. Her tits were leaking almost all of the time now. She had to spend most of her days hooked up to the milking machine. Having her tits sucked and pumped for hours just to help with the intense pressure.

Month thirteen came and she was arguing at every opportunity that she should be allowed to go home. It had been over a year. She had signed up for a year! But James printed out a copy of her contract for her and highlighted where it said a minimum of a year. She crumpled the paper up and threw it at him. She was so sick of being pregnant. She wanted this little monster out of her… now!

Hannah was halfway through month fifteen when she was practically begging for them to induce her. She couldn’t stand it anymore. Her whole body ached. Her breasts where now constantly being pumped. She couldn’t keep any food down. She hadn’t alcohol or caffeine in over a year. She was absolutely miserable. She was in the middle of begging Victor for the hundredth time to just cut her open, when she felt the rush of liquid between her legs.

“Did I just… pee myself…?”

James rushed to her side and ushered her back to her bed. “No Hannah! It’s your water! It broke!”

Victor was already paging Dr. Lamb, “It’s baby time!”

Hannah’s labor lasted almost twenty-six hours, the only thing keeping her pushing forward was the thought that it was almost over. All she had to do was deliver this baby and she could go home. She was almost free of this hell hole.

She was a sweaty, exhausted mess by the time she finally stated pushing. It was the hardest thing she had ever had to do. The baby was much larger than what a normal child would be. James and Victor each held a hand as she screamed through her delivery.

By the time she heard the cries of a newborn she thoroughly exhausted. She was ready to collapse and sleep for days. Victor gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze though. “Can’t sleep yet sweetheart. You aren’t done. There’s two more to go.”

Her head fell back. Triplets. She was having triplets. And she had carried them for almost sixteen months.

The rest of her delivery took several more hours and by the time it was done Hannah was passed out. At that point she’d be okay if death claimed her.

She wasn’t so lucky though. She woke up to the screaming of three infants. James and Victor were both holding a child each as the approached you. “Feeding time baby. One on each tit and we’ll rotate them.”

Hannah groaned. “When can I go home?”

Victor brushed her hair out of her face as the infants locked on to their mother’s nipples. “Sweetie you can’t leave until they can eat solids… They need your milk.”

James was holding the third child and bouncing it in his arms in an attempt to soothe it. “Besides we already asked Dr. Lamb if we could keep you…”

Hannah wanted to yell but she just didn’t have the energy. “K—keep me?”

James kissed the infants head. “Yeah keep you. Victor and I have kind of gotten attached to you. So, we convinced Dr. Lamb to let you stay.”

A single tear fell down Hannah’s cheek.

Victor brushed it aside and leaned forward to give her a peck on the cheek. “This time when we breed you… it’ll be me and James who get to fuck you. We’re going to be one, big happy family.”

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Musica again!

***

His neck was stiff. Todd wasn’t unfamiliar with the sensation, he’d fallen asleep at his desk often enough. The part that was new was the fact he couldn’t lift his arms to rub away the soreness. Because they were strapped down, wrist, elbow, and shoulder.

As his eyes shot open, blinded by the bright white light that filled every visible corner of the room, Todd became aware of the other straps holding him down. Legs, ankle, knee, thigh, chest just below his pecs, a ball gag stuffed in his mouth, and absolutely naked.

“Oh, good!” an unfamiliar voice caused Todd to startle as his eyes began adjusting to the light. “You’re awake.” A man in a white lab coat stood to Todd’s left, fiddling with an IV bag he just noticed was connected to his arm. “I was hoping you would wake up for this part.”

Todd tried to speak through the gag, to ask where he was, who the man was, why the hell he was tied down.

“Uh, uh, uh,” the doctor said chidingly. “Subjects are meant to be seen and not heard. Now!” he said brightly, clearly excited. “To the main event!” He checked the IV bags once more before turning to a tray of surgical instruments. “I’ve put pain medication in your IV, but you should stay awake. After all, what good is a surgery without an audience?”

Todd felt his eyes grow wide as he tried to pull away from this absolute nutcase, wriggling the small amount his numbed and restrained body would allow.

“Now, now,” the doctor tutted, not even slowing as he prepped Todd’s abdomen with some kind of cleaner and picked up a scalpel. “You’re a smart man, Mr. Jones. You know you aren’t going anywhere.”

Todd couldn’t do anything but stare, exhaustion from even that small bit of movement flooding him. All he could do was watch as Dr. Frankenstein cut him up and changed him around.

***

Todd had no sense of time, strapped down in this blindingly white room. He slept whenever he could and tried his best to ignore the doctor whenever he came in to examine the healing incision on his stomach.

“Right on track!” the doctor said cheerfully one day. “In fact, perhaps even a bit early. But before we move on to the next stage…” The doctor moved from where he’d been poking and prodding at Todd’s still sore stomach to the end of the bed. He did something Todd couldn’t see before the bottom of the bed split in two, joints causing his legs to move to the side as well as upward.

The doctor hummed cheerfully as he adjusted the stirrups as far apart as he could, the stretch causing Todd’s hips to burn. Todd closed his eyes and took a deep breath against the burn, only to open them again with a muffled shout as the doctor inserted two freezing fingers directly into his asshole.

“Perfect,” the doctor said with a grin. “Everything’s healed nicely. I’d say we could wait until tomorrow,” he said, almost conversationally as he stretched Todd, quickly adding a third finger. “But there’s no time like the present!”

The doctor removed his fingers as quickly as he’d inserted them, and before Todd had time to wonder what the man had been blabbering on about, he proceeded to undo his belt and fly, just enough to pull out his penis, far too large for the amount of preparation he’d given.

Todd tried to squirm away again, but only received a disappointed sigh as the doctor positioned himself, guiding his cock to Todd’s underprepared hole with one hand and holding onto his overstretched hip with the other. He thrust in quickly, all at once, his other hand joining the first on Todd’s hip as soon as he was in. Todd screamed through the gag, tears streaming down his face at the brutal pace the doctor set.

It didn’t take the man long to come, pushed as far as he could into Todd’s ass before he did.

“Now!” the doctor said, pulling out with a sickening pop. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Todd didn’t reply as the doctor tilted the bed so that Todd’s ass was nearly straight in the air. “So we don’t lose anything,” the doctor said with an air of confidentiality. “I’ll be back in the morning!” he said, leaving with a wave.

***

The process was repeated five more times, each preceded by the doctor sighing disappointedly at a piece of paper before shoving his cock directly into Todd’s ass.

On the seventh day, though, the doctor came into the room with a pep in his step as he moved the bed so Todd was laying flat again, a first since the doctor had started fucking him. “Congratulations, Mr. Jones!” the doctor said cheerily. “You’re pregnant!”

Todd couldn’t do anything but cry silently.

***

The next time Todd woke up, he was wearing a leather bodysuit that covered him entirely from throat to knees.

“What do you think of your new outfit?” Dr. Frankenstein asked, adding what Todd had come to realize were nutrients to his IV. “Thought you might enjoy a change of pace. And I must say, it looks rather dashing on you.”

Todd didn’t respond, closing his eyes until he heard the doctor’s retreating footsteps and the door close behind him.

***

The leather bodysuit had next to no give. As the days went by and Todd’s stomach grew, he became more and more worried about his health and that of the baby he had to take the doctor’s word on as to actually existing.

“You’re growing quite a bit faster than I expected,” Dr. Frankenstein mused one day during what Todd had come to think of as breakfast. “I find myself wondering just how many babies I managed to fit in there.”

Todd just stared blankly at the doctor until he left, and then spent the rest of his waking day staring at the rapidly growing, still compressed bump.

***

Time is weird in this bright, windowless room that has become Todd’s whole world. He’s given up trying to count days and instead measures time in visits from the doctor, in the quickly growing bump that dominates his frame.

His bump pops, as much as it can, with the leather suit keeping it small, and Todd realizes he’s been with this psychopath for at least three months. Tears fall silently from his eyes, but he doesn’t bother making any noise.

No one is coming to help.

***

Todd has felt weird all “day,” cramps running through his abdomen intermittently. He’d thought he’d left hunger pains behind months ago.

It isn’t until the doctor comes with “dinner” and witnesses the strongest of these cramps so far, one that Todd can’t help but groan through, that he realizes, two seconds before the doctor says it out loud.

“In labor, I see,” the doctor noted. “A little bit early, Mr. Jones. I think we’re going to try and keep them inside for a little bit longer.”

Todd just stared at the doctor as he finished setting up the IV and left the room.

***

At first, Todd tried keeping track of how much time passed between contractions, but he quickly lost track as the waves of pain kept crashing over him, one after another after another.

Sometime between dinner and breakfast, he felt a rush of fluid make its way out of his suit, quickly followed by a contraction ten times stronger than any before.

He could feel the baby moving further down, could feel the head peeking out of his hole and being pushed back in by the tight leather suit.

Tears were constantly streaming down his face, he couldn’t seem to stop them. The doctor finally returned in the morning with a bag of nutrients in one hand. “I see we haven’t stopped, have we?” he said with a sigh. “Alright then.” He set up the IV bag and left the room again before coming back with a large hospital-style bassinet.

“Alright!” he said cheerfully, adjusting things at the end of the bed. “Let’s get this show on the road!” He picked up a pair of scissors from the tray and cut a line through the bottom of the suit.

The first baby all but shot out of Todd’s hole and into the doctor’s hands. “Well that was quick!” the doctor said cheerfully. “Let’s get these others out too!”

Todd was carrying four babies, it turned out. Numbers two through four took quite a bit longer than the first one, but eventually, all four were out, not that Todd had been allowed to see them.

“Well,” the doctor sighed in disappointment as he looked over the four babies lined up in the bassinet. “All girls. I suppose we’ll have to try again.”

FIN

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It’s been a long long time but I wrote a pregnant mobster story Called “Right Hand Man” WAaaAAY back when and decided to write another self-indulgent fic uwu. Hope you guys enjoy and let me know if you want me to continue!- Leo

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Being a celebrity was difficult as it was. Going out into the public wearing regular clothing wasn’t as foolproof as you thought. Especially carrying a few dozen or so eggs in you. Over the months you had grown larger, around four you had to hide away in your home, you were larger than what most carried and never did you want your scandalous secret to go out into the public. Stress wasn’t good for the eggs and reading tabloids that made up conspiracies about your disappearance didn’t help as well. But enough was enough. No one would suspect you being massively pregnant. Would they? So far no one recognized you on the street. You wore a wig, a baggy sweater, and a long skirt. Of course you shouldn’t have snuck out of the house so close to your due date but you couldn’t help it. You needed to get out. Even if just for an hour. 

You went to a coffee shop and sat down in the far corner reading another magazine article about your disappearance. Happily you sipped on your coffee and felt a pang deep within your stomach. It was happening all morning and you thought nothing of it. This time it was worse though and it worried you. Maybe you would make it home in time for the birth. You closed the magazine and pretended to finish up your drink but soon you realized you were being watched. You lowered your coffee before they came over. But it was too late. The paparazzi knew it was you. They were ready with their phones to take pictures and soon fans spun around to look at you. They chanted for your name and told you to look into the camera. They asked you who the father was. Another pang came to your side as the stress came over you. You groaned, widening your legs as the pressure became too much all too suddenly. You felt something give way in your lower pelvis, water gushing forth from your heat and down your legs. You groaned struggling to get up from the booth but your belly was in the way. You barely made it out, a paparazzi taking you by your skirt. You didn’t care that it ripped. You had to get away. You rushed out of the coffee shop the best you could, fighting the clamping sensation around your belly. You had to stop as a contraction ripped through you. You felt like a boulder was sitting in your pelvis, giving you the false idea to push. You groaned, clawing at the brick wall next to you. “No, no, no!” You chanted face twisted into pain From around the corner you heard the paparazzi catching up to you. Luckily the contraction went away and you could start running once again. But with each step more fluid ran down from between your legs. Something was coming out. You cried out in pain coming to a stop in an alleyway. You covered your mouth as the crowd of people rushed by you. Thankful you bought enough time you traveled further into the alleyway. You stopped once more crouching into a squat as another contraction took hold. More liquid that surrounded your eggs poured from your heat as something heavy knocked into your unprepared cervix. “No…please, no…oh god…” You rasped holding your twitching belly. You could feel the way the eggs clacked against one another, the way contractions forced them to stir within you. Your womb was filled to the brim. Finally you fell onto your hands and knees rocking back and forth as the contractions came closer. Your stomach gurgled and shifted as you tried to stifle your moans. Your fingernails clutched the surface of the damp ground. The first egg assaulted your cervix forcibly opening you wider. You couldn’t help it. A cry that started in your throat was released as a wail as the egg forcibly opened you up. Your pussy bulged outward as a light blue shell was seen from between your puffy pregnant lips. Fluid continued to drip from your hole and along the underside of your belly. You were thankful you didn’t wear underwear. “Oh god…oh god please…” You begged tears in your eyes. Slowly it continued to spread you open forcing you to spread your knees wider. The tip was now out and had paused at its widest width. You felt like you were going to split or tear but miraculously you didn’t. The egg slowly pushed forward with another grunt and push and came out with a squelch of amniotic fluid. You collapsed on your side in exhaustion clutching your still too filled belly. Breaths came out of you in short pants. Sweat beaded your forehead. Another egg was already in place. And not only that an anal egg was ready to be birthed. You clasped a hand over your mouth, tears in your eyes as they slowly descended to be birthed from your holes. With one hand you raised your leg by your thigh, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gave birth both analy and vaginally. The blue eggs slowly widened you, further and further, gooey fluid gushed from around the eggs as they popped out of you one by one. When they were free you lay there exhausted and somehow so very turned on. Somewhere from the opening of the alleyway you heard a voice but at this point you didn’t care. The pain was mixing with the pleasure. And even as the paparazzi found you and said their words of disgust. You could see the arousal in their pants. The women even began to circle their clits. Flashes from the camera blinded you as you tried to get away murmuring to not look. You tried getting onto all fours once more but another contraction ripped through you and you moaned loudly. One of the men stepped forward with a grin shoving your face into the ground so your ass was presented perfectly. “No one will know about this if you do us one favor.” You knew what was coming. He rammed his cock into your swollen and battered pussy and you cried out. Another cock was forced into your mouth before you could protest. Around the large cock you whimpered and moaned. Your eyes looked up to the man who held a camera down at you. Disgust was betrayed with lust and suddenly you didn’t seem to mind. Deep down you knew you were made for this. To be used, and bread, and constantly filled with eggs. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the man shoved his cock down your throat, bulging your neck as he did so. “Such a good little whore.” Your eggs continued to press further and further against your pussy. But the cock in you stopped any progression. You moaned in frustration and pain, but the man face-fucking you only cooed at the vibrations you were making. “Fuck, I can feel it in you. What the fuck did you do you little whore?” The man gripped you around your swinging belly, his balls slapping hard against your clit as he slammed into ruthlessly. “Fuck it’s right there…you feel so good around me. Fuck…!” His pace became messy as he came in you. His heat made your stomach cramp up and to your horror your stomach gurgled. You widened your eyes trying to push the man you were sucking off away before he came too. But he forced you to take his cock balls deep as he painted your throat with his load. You held your stomach as you sobbed around his cock. Before your eyes your stomach grew larger, the eggs growing in size. “What the fuck?” One of the women said. “Holy shit.” You sobbed freely as the eggs grew and grew with both loads swimming in your belly. When the cock was pulled free from your mouth you raised yourself onto all fours choking and gagging for air. “Please-!” You said. “No more…or I won’t be able to-” You couldn’t say another word. Another cock was forced into your mouth. “Suck it bitch, we had an agreement.” You looked up to the man with teary eyes and he smiled down at you cupping your cheek. “Don’t be sad baby…we’ll make sure you feel nice and good when this is over.” He slapped you harshly and you groaned in pain. A scream left your throat as the egg that was being prevented from being birthed was now rushing out of you. You widened your legs and bore down with all you had, screaming around the cock in your mouth. You were seeing stars as the egg became lodged in your pelvis. “Sarah, help her out. I can’t use her hole like that!” A man said angrily. The woman was under you the next moment licking and sucking at your hole that was spread wide by an egg. She rubbed her own clit as she sucked your poor swollen nub. “Come on baby…celebrity or not we told ya we would take care of you…we don’t mean to be mean.” She hummed. As you continued sucking off the cock in your mouth your body convulsed and contracted around the egg keeping you wide and open. Your only saving grace was the buildup of your own release that the woman below you was creating. It didn’t take much. The growing wave was enough to push and pop the egg free. But as soon as it was out you were left with a finish, squirting and trembling. The woman chuckled sucking up every drop. “Did you cum around that fat egg?” She cooed, hands circling your ass to open it wider for the man complaining about the egg blocking his way. “Too bad.” You screamed around the cock in your mouth as a larger one was slammed into your asshole. Just as you screamed, the man finished in your mouth. “Don’t you dare waste a single drop. Swallow it all.” You were forced to swallow the bitter fluid down and in doing so your belly moaned and skin creaked as angry stretch marks spiderwebbed along the bottom of your belly. “She’s like a fucking cow.” The man behind you jammed his cock as deep as it would go and to your horror came his load in you as well. You cried out and held your belly as the impossible limits were pushed. Your belly button that wasn’t popped before now was. Your tits had grown and were now spewing milk. The woman was below you ready to suck on each one with pleased hums. “Come on, this isn’t so bad is it, mommy?” The cock in your ass felt raw and painful and the egg that was so much larger than you could birth was bearing down on your pussy walls. You swallowed the remainder of the load that was in your mouth and pulled off. “Please…please, it’s too big. I can’t…it’s gonna split me in two. H-Help me…I need to-” The feral groan that turned into a scream left your throat as your next egg pushed forward and pressed against the cock you were taking. “Please! St-stop no more!”

The woman below you held your still gigantic and swinging belly steady. “That’s it you bitch, cum on my cock and the fucking bastard I put in you.” That made something in you moan loudly. The man behind you wrapped your hair around his hand and pulled it back. You continued to grunt and moan on each contraction that pushed the egg out of you further and further. “Oh god, it’s splitting me in half. My fucking-my-!” You yelled again as the widest part of the egg faced outward. Your legs were forcibly pushed apart by the expanse of the egg, rubbing against your pelvis bone. Red swollen pussy lips were now stretched white, your swollen clit a barely noticeable nub at the top of your opening. Your asshole winked open and closed as you attempted to force the egg out of you. “Please help me. Please, it hurts. God it hurts…” The woman under you smiled, continuing to suck your milky tits. “How about we try again?” The woman said, wrapping her mouth around your clit once more, gently cupping the large egg that was splitting you in two. She suckled, moaning in pleasure as she circled her finger around your pulled too tight white lips. “Please, oh fuck…please, I’m going to split!” Your voice echoed. The woman under you sucked your nub harder and pressed a finger past the egg to assist you. It was enough to have a sudden finish come crashing over you. The egg jolted forward and fell onto her lap. She pulled off of you, gently cupping your ruined pussy. “There you go, babe. Got anymore in you?” She rubbed the underside of your belly so very lovingly, nudging her nose against your swollen belly button.

You had no energy left in you and for now the eggs that clacked in your stomach grew. You collapsed onto your side and twitched with the after waves of pleasure. “Because…” The woman now by your side was grinning and looking up to the men around you, stroking their half hard cocks. “It looks like they do.”

By: M

You remember the first time their cock entered you, it was like euphoria. In a large room with other earth women, getting fucked by the remaining survivors of a dying alien race.

You had a job to do, get pregnant with alien sperm. Grow round with their offspring and give birth to as many little grey alien babies as your womb would allow. And from the test results you got before you boarded the ship, you were going to be able to get pregnant a lot.

The cock that entered you was ribbed, long and thick. It brushed up against your walls and made your eyes roll back into your head. There was no human cock that was like this.

 “This is good.” The alien said, “Take me.” it was the first of several cocks you’d take that night as the ship made its way back to its home base. Where you’d be living as you gestated your child.

By the end of the evening you and the other women were covered in the gooey, warm alien cum. You were bred by the first night, but other women spent weeks in the breeding chamber until they were growing with life.

And with that your womb was planted with alien seed. Over the course of many months your belly swelled out, your nipples grew dark and you waddled around the base with other women who were equally as pregnant. The men of the species often visited the earth women, amazed by the growth of their offspring inside such wonderful wombs.

Within a few months most of you were looking nine months along. You often found yourself with your hand on your lower back, belly sticking out as you exhaled deeply and waddled around.

By month four, your body had started to produce milk. When you were given daily examinations, your nipples were hooked up to breast pumps and the milk was stored for when your child was born. Most women had to pump multiple times per day.

You waddled along the base, belly hanging as you walked. But despite the pregnancy you never experienced anything less than the best. Many of the aliens fucked you during the day to keep up with your libido.

But birth came soon. You were with the other women, rubbing your bellies together when your waters broke. Like a flush of fluid, you were in labor. You were wheeled off to the maternity ward. Where you laboured for hours on end. There were other women in the ward that were struggling to get their children out.

The whimpers and moans of women encouraged you to keep going. Even as you were encouraged to pump milk for the baby.

The doctors told you to breathe as the baby entered your canal. Legs were held open on stirrups. And you gripped your swollen middle as you pushed. You were told you were doing a good job. Fingers inserted into your opened as you gasped and grunted with each contraction.

Eventually one of the doctors has to push on your belly to get some movement going. One of the few women of the species sang prayers on your tense belly as you pushed a life out of you. Eventually after a large push the baby came out. A grey alien with big eyes latched onto your leaky breast and started to nurse. This was your child and after a few months you’d be round with another. As was life on the base ship, repopulation over and over again until they could go to their home planet again. But you were content with a bulging belly.

serial-alpha:

rape-and-ruin-me:

littlefeministbitch:

I now have a fantasy that is all but guaranteed to give me a strong, high quality orgasm. Of course, it’s fucked up, and I’m a dumb cunt for wanting it to come true.

The idea of a man or, preferably, men, beating me, tossing me around, raping me, and then cumming in me while I beg them not to has been getting me off like crazy. I want them to fuck my cunt, no condom, not caring that I’m not on birth control. To slap me around and choke me. To tell me they don’t care about my begging, that what I want doesn’t matter. That they know my preferences, listened to me talk about them, understand them, and are now just fucking ignoring them.

I want them to laugh at my tears, my attempts to bargain, and especially at my shouts of “Red!”, as if they give a fuck about my little safeword. I want to hear them talk to me about filling my cunt with their cum, about how they’re going to use me over the next 48 hours, and tell me that if I’m good, maybe they’ll let me have EC. Maybe.

I want to be forced to cum as they pound my unprotected hole, to hear them laugh and tell me how pathetic I am for getting off on being violated so intimately, on being marked like this, on having every part of me taken away from my control and used for their pleasure. I want them to force me to look into their eyes as they empty themselves into me.

I want it all recorded on video. I want them to use my hole again while they make me watch my face as I stop fighting back physically within the first few minutes, realizing how futile that is. Then to see myself just give up, see the fight go out of my eyes. To see where I accept that this is going to happen and simply sob quietly as I’m used like the cumrag I am.

And then, maybe not the first time, maybe not the second time, but eventually, I’ll stop resisting. I’ll even stop accepting. I’ll start craving it, start asking for it. I’ll beg them to fill me, leave me with cum dripping down my leg. I’ll fuck them back, moaning as I think about the risk and imagine the shame of getting pregnant from this, shuddering as I think about how I’m just a cumdump, a set of holes for them to use. They don’t give a fuck what I want. I couldn’t stop them, even if I tried. This was going to happen from the moment they decided they wanted to do it.

When they finally decide they’re done with me, I imagine them buying EC and taunting me with it. Making me humiliate and degrade myself further, desperately trying to earn it from them. When they finally give me the pills, it will be far too late to be anywhere near as effective as I need them to be. Then, to drive home the extreme violation and the ownership that they, not I, have over my body, when I find myself pregnant, they’ll force me to get an abortion.

Maybe they’ll accompany me to the clinic, and whisper in my ear in the waiting room. Other people will think they’re being reassuring, but they’ll actually be telling me how I asked for this, how I’m a stupid cunt for being in this situation. They’ll be describing what they did to me, making me relive it. And they’ll know how wet I’m getting, imagining what happened that led me to be sitting there, waiting to be called in.

Or maybe they’ll be even more cruel. Organize a protest on the day of my appointment, forcing me to walk past angry, shouting people who call me a murderer and a whore. I’ll have to sit in the clinic with other upset women, and I’ll know it’s my fault that those protesters are out there.

Of course, they aren’t monsters. They’ll be there to take me home afterwards. And then they’ll do it all over again.

Reminds me of how my depravity began. Getting raped, knocked up and having an abortion at 17. Now that’s all that gets me off.

Stupid sluts like you get off on things like this because your dirty and lesser. One of your only jobs as woman is to procreate and you willingly stopped that. You will always be second hand and nothing you do will make you better in any way.

My/our dirty and lesser what?

transmascissues:

a few things to keep in mind as you talk about the current situation with roe v wade:

1. women are not the only people who can get pregnant, and therefore are not the only people who get abortions or the only people affected by restrictions to abortion access — sincerely, a man with a uterus
2. the recent legislation against trans people transitioning, particularly as it relates to trans men and transmasc people, has been justified by the politicians supporting it using the argument that transitioning jeopardizes our reproductive potential, which they see as more important than our actual lives. if you support the legislation against us or have been silent about it, you cannot claim to be fighting for reproductive rights. you don’t get to only care about it when it affects you — if you let them get away with that rhetoric against trans people, you give them the power to use it against you. if you can’t stand in solidarity with us, you will end up standing against yourself

please don’t forget us in these conversations, and don’t be silent about the attacks on our bodily autonomy

all of this is connected — criminalizing transition, overturning roe v wade, it’s all working toward the same goal. if you care about one part of it, you have to care about all of it, or any efforts against it willfail

if you don’t care enough about us to fight our oppression for our sake, do it because you cannot fight against your own oppression without fighting ours too

fucked-by-monsters:

The thought of being used for medical experimentation turns me on

Strapped down and having all sorts of things done to my cunt and womb against my will.

Being implanted will as many embryos as possible to see how much a human can handle.

Or them refusing to let me give birth, sealing up my cervix just to see what happens.

Being implanted with non human embryos to see what types of births a human can handle.

Modifying my cunt to be stretchier or tighter to see the effects on birth.

Just being restrained in a lab, no longer a person, just a cunt and a womb for sick experiments.

Tell me what you want to do to me