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How A Pregnant Woman’s Choices Could Shape A Child’s Health
Pregnant women hear a lot about things they should avoid: alcohol, tobacco, chemical exposures, stress. All of those have the potential to affect a developing fetus. And now scientists are beginning to understand why.
One important factor, they say, is something called epigenetics, which involves the mechanisms that turn individual genes on and off in a cell.
There’s growing evidence that epigenetics is critical in determining a child’s risk of developing problems ranging from autism to diabetes, says Dani Fallin, who studies the genetics of mental disorders at Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health.
Epigenetic control of genes is part of what allows a tiny cluster of identical cells in the womb to grow into a fully formed baby. By switching certain genes on and off, some cells become heart cells while others become brain cells.
It’s a delicate process that can be disrupted by exposure to certain chemicals or hormones, says Susan Kay Murphy, an associate professor of obstetrics and gynecology at Duke University School of Medicine. And the first week or so after conception appears to be “a particularly vulnerable time where environmental influences can directly affect an epigenetic outcome,” she says.
Murphy’s interest in epigenetics is personal as well as professional. She entered the field in the 1990s after her young son died from a rare form of liver cancer that has been linked to epigenetic changes. She also has a son with autism and a daughter with ADHD.
Illustration by Katherine Streeter for NPR
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Nine months, nine months! Miss Lorna couldn’t help but giggle as she saw the date on the calendar: January 15, 1957. It wouldn’t be long until her perfect little triplets would be born. The London housewife let out a childish giggle as she patted the engorged swell of her pregnant belly, squishing the ample layer of gelatinous fat that sheathed her womb. It was only natural to gain a little weight, she had told herself; her sagging, parted breasts strained against her bra, her flabby lower belly jiggled as she walked, and her cellulite-ridden thighs ballooned outwards to further exaggerate her plumpness. To Lorna, the new, voluptuous figure was a welcome addition – nothing to worry about for a woman in her mid 40s so bountifully heavy with child. There was more to grab, more to squeeze, and more for passers-by to stare at as she waddled and bounced.
“Oh golly!” She gasped, recalling what she’d planned to spend the day doing. “I was going to do some baking! Silly baby brain!” Lorna cooed, shaking her brown curls before pulling out an array of bowls.
She glanced over at the calendar, which had “Cinnamon rolls” written on it in thick red ink. Being a woman of strict daily routine, Lorna was certainly going to make some. She was craving them intensely the past week, and the infants inside her were constantly demanding all manner of foods – usually sugary and calorie dense – that were piling additional fat onto her already curvy body. As she began to measure out the flour for mixing, the thought of her belly growing heavier and softer caused her stomach to let out a ravenous gurgle, and she licked her lips in anticipation for the weight she was about to put on.
As she mixed the various ingredients together, the thought of stuffing her face full of sweets played to her arousal. In response, her raging pregnancy hormones started to churn into action, her engorged pussy quivering as a thick droplet of whitish fluid started to ooze into her girdle. It became increasingly normal for Lorna to become so easily turned on, but she fought the sensation and continued to cook. The first two batches of cinnamon rolls were ready, only requiring a simple mix with a healthy dose of sultanas and raisins. She shoved them into the oven, working up a bit on a sweat as she bent over. With some difficulty, she righted herself, arching her back to counteract the heft of her fleshy, full-term belly. She braced her hands against her bulging hips as her face flushed red with a sudden hot flash.
“Oooohhh” Lorna whimpered, watching as her belly trembled and heaved with the movements of her womb, “the babies must be excited for these rolls, but I better make some icing first!”
And so she began a customary check of the shelves, only to find them bare of the sweet sugar she craved. Her plush face showed signs of slight irritation as she realised how empty her pantry was.
“Oh darn” the housewife sighed, slapping her squishy thigh, “poor Lorna, what am I supposed to do now?”
The slap was followed by a loud squelch, then a splat: Lorna looked down to see a splatter of creamy goop upon the kitchen floor. She sighed, for this kind of vaginal discharge became increasingly commonplace as her hormones neared their peak. As her pregnancy progressed, cream always seemed to be leaking from her puffy genitals, soaking into her undergarments and oozing like thick custard down the curves of her legs.
“Not again,” she muttered, squatting down to scoop a dollop of her discharge off the insides of her thigh. It was thick, opaque, and chunky to the touch, quite different from the clear stringy substance it used to be. She brought it up to her face, and her nose wrinkled as she caught an unusual scent. Did it smell…. sweet?
With hesitation, Lorna pushed the gooey finger to her lips – “Oh…. oh my!” she squealed, her eyes widening with surprise. It tasted so creamy and rich, with the texture of warm, melted ice cream. The flavor was intoxicating, like honey with a hint of her own bodily scent. Letting her arousal take over, she dove her finger back down, and this time, pushed it into her dripping vaginal opening with a wet squelch. The action made her moan and her belly spasmed before she brought the sloppy finger out and licked it clean, swirling the cream in her mouth before swallowing it. “This would be perfect!” Lorna declared when the oven timer suddenly rang.
The smell of cinnamon wafted through the air, teasing the flustered housewife’s senses as she rushed to the oven. She bent over to take out the finished rolls, the flab of her belly squelching against her glistening, fluid-coated thighs. The movement caused a dainty puff to escape from her behind.
“Oh gosh! E-excuse me…” Lorna stammered, taken aback at her unladylike flatulence. Her moment of embarrassment was cut short when she felt another glob of cream running down her leg. Her cheeks reddened, and she set the tray of cinnamon rolls on the ground so she could give in to her body’s true desires. She slipped a finger inside herself, then two, then her entire hand. She began to thrust, the wet sounds of her loose pussy interrupted by whimpers and moans. Cream oozed out steadily, forming a white ring around her wrist as she worked her hand in and out. It didn’t take long before a powerful orgasm rippled through her body: “I-I’m cumming!” Lorna squealed. She withdrew her hand, and her soaked labia contracted with a wet smack. Then, the flood began.
With a sticky squelch, a large, gunky mass of thick discharge erupted from her engorged pussy, clinging onto her labia for a brief moment before dropping down like a bomb. It landed atop the pile of cinnamon rolls, plastering them in the sloppy goop and coating them in a layer of the glistening slime. A few drops splashed back, dotting her stockings with white cum.
“My, oh my!” gasped Miss Lorna. She squeezed the squishy mass of her full term pregnant gut with her cream-covered hands and trembled with surprise. “The icing!”
She grabbed a steaming hot roll, oozing chunky ropes of thick cream as she savored the dual flavor of cinnamon and her own gooey sweetness. With her free hand, Lorna plunged her fist into her pussy once again, dipping it in and out as she ate. Each time she pulled out, a massive clump of discharge churned out, piling onto the cinnamon rolls below. A sizable mountain of cream had built up under her as Lorna came again, unable to scream with her face stuffed full of sweets and cum. A final mass of cream plopped out, covering the last bit of cinnamon rolls that were still exposed.
Coming down from her orgasm, Lorna moaned softly as she massaged her fat, bulging mound, running her discharge-coated fingers through her bush and working the cream into the jiggly flesh like lotion. She nearly got carried away again, but she looked down and caught a full view of her messy, creamy creation.
“Dearie me!” Miss Lorna stuttered, her mouth gaped open in shock, “there’s so much… it’s so thick… my pussy… how did I–”
The mixture of equal parts awe and disgust sent her brood squirming with excitement, kicking inside her womb before a sudden hot surge coursed through her breast. Surprised, Miss Lorna glanced down, only to see that thick, porridge-like milk was starting to run from her engorged nipples, smearing her dark, bumpy areolas and pooling atop her sagging belly in a steady flow of off-white.
“Even more!” she gasped.
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Despite coming from a family with hyper-fertile women, Crystal didn’t think she wanted kids. All seven of her older sisters each had at least 3 children of their own, and over half of them were currently pregnant. Crystal had no desire to get knocked up… but her body had other plans.
After turning 18, Crystal’s hips widened at a rapid pace. Her ass expanded to the point where none of her pants fit. And bigger bras had to be purchased on a weekly basis.
After just a months, she resembled her sisters. Busty, curvy, and tantalizingly thick. Not just that, but a deep hunger burned inside of her womb. Every time she passed a well-built man, her legs trembled, and her pussy ached.
Only a few week after her birthday, Crystal bumped into a tall, muscled man on the street, and her ovaries dropped no less than four ripe eggs. She knew right then and there… She was born a breeder.
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My eyes opened and I groggily looked around trying to find the source that awoke me, with no luck. The time was 3:07 a.m, and beside me, Cris was sleeping heavily. I was about to go back to sleep, knowing that I would be grumpy in the morning if I didn’t, when it suddenly hit me. The craving for cookie dough ice cream.
Being pregnant was not exactly my favourite thing in the world, but the mere thought of my child that would arrive after nine months of this torture made it all worth it. The cravings though were something I despised very much because they mostly came at night time, ruining my sleep and often Cristiano’s as well.
With a sight I stood up, and threw on a cardigan before walking down to the kitchen.
“Mommy?”
I put down the spoon and smiled softly at the young boy in front of me. “Hey buddy, did I wake you up?”
He shook his head and sat down at the chair next to me, “I couldn’t sleep. I’m too nervous for the match tomorrow, I want daddy to be proud of me.”
My heart aww-ed at the boy in front of me, “I’m sure he will be, and you’ll do great, I just know it. Now, you have to go to bed again,” but Junior shook his head. “No, please mommy, I don’t want to.”
“Okay, fine. How about this; I’ll make you a cup of cocoa, and when you’ve finished that then you’ll brush your teeth again and go to bed?” Knowing his love for cocoa, I knew he would agree. “With cream?”
I nodded and giggled softly, “With cream.”
At the same time upstairs, Cristiano was tossing and turning. Suddenly his eyes opened widely and he gasped, reaching out for y/n, but was greeted by the cold night air. He stood up with a small smile, knowing that their baby probably was hungry in there and made his way to the kitchen. But when he got down he was greeted by two hushed voices instead of one.
“Hey, why are you guys up?”
Junior bounced up and ran over to his dad and hugged him tightly. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“He was nervous about the game tomorrow, or technically today,” I added softly before giving him a small hug as well as a kiss. “Hey.”
“Aww there isn’t any reason to be nervous buddy, you’ll do great and I will be proud of you anyway.” Junior looked up at his dad with big eyes, “Really?” “Really,” and then he took a look at Junior’s empty cup and grinned, “Now go and brush your teeth and then I’ll come and tuck you in okay?” “Okay.”
When Junior had skipped off, he turned to me with a loving gaze. “Cravings again?”
Giving him a nod, I yawned. “Yeah, but it’s gone now so I’ll go to bed again.”
“Yeah, I’m coming as well, I just have to tuck Junior in.” He disappeared into Junior’s room but I called him back,
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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I’m not sure what I love more; my wife’s body as it grows ever curvier and more beautiful, or knowing she’s enjoying her transformation just as much as I do.
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Is it harder to clean as well as Becca’s husband expects with her huge bump and big, milky tits? Of course. Is being able to grow his seed inside her, and give them the happy home they’ve both always craved, make it all worth it? Absolutely.
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Just admit it, you want this more than anything else in the world. Money, achievements, a job, all of it pales to the satisfaction of feeling your belly grow round and taut with child and your breasts swell and fill with milk. Not only is it okay to want this, it’s natural. Millions of years of physical and mental evolution have made women designed to look this way, and to make the process of growing more pleasurable and fulfilling than anything else she could ever possibly do. Embrace your destiny.
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How about a little excerpt from my new book?
Slowly Zoe shifted her heavy bulk side to side, attempting to glimpse her expanded body from every possible angle. She felt no anger or shock at what had happened to her, only a sense of contentment stronger than anything she’d ever experienced before. The Crescente nanobots had altered the very biology and chemistry of her brain, and she knew it, but Zoe could only feel gratitude. At last, at long last, she’d been shown her true purpose, and for that she’d always be appreciative.
In the bedroom, mounted on a wall, was Zoe’s law school degree. She’d always had fond memories of her graduation, of standing on that stage and receiving her diploma in her ornate cap and gown. Now though, she felt frustration. Why on earth had the old her thought that being a lawyer was a worthy use of her time and abilities? Law school had been 3 terms of 10 months each. In that time she could have had at least 3 pregnancies! Plus there was all of that time after graduating, when she’d wasted her life working long nights at the firm. Instead of embracing the gifts she’d been given as a woman—to grow life inside her, and care for her family—she’d chased meaningless accolades in a man’s world. And, worst of all, instead of giving Jonathan the family he’d been so right to crave, she’d rejected him.
Jonathan. Zoe’s thoughts turned to her wonderful husband, just beginning to stir a little in bed. Thinking of him made her heart melt and moisture flow into her pussy. He had been so right about wanting her to bear his children, and she had been so cruel to him in return. But despite her horrible failures, he still loved her enough to breed her, to choose her out of all the women in the world to carry his seed. What an honor! What a blessing!
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I come home from a long, frustrating day at work to find more beautiful, pregnant wife waiting for me. My arrival through the door draws her attention, and in her gaze I see all the warmth, love, and adoration I could ever have hoped for. She is not only the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, but the most amazing, kind, calm, supportive, intelligent woman I could ever have imagined. And I can’t believe she’s mine, and that she’s carrying our family inside of her.
Despite being 8 months in she is still strong and healthy, and she knows how much her altered—to my mind, improved—body drives me wild. I think back to that night not that long ago, back when her belly was flat and her breasts smaller—when together we made this baby. I remember the two of us fucking each other’s brain’s out, love and lust combining in a heretofore unknown concoction as we fulfilled our biological urges. I remember her telling me that she had chosen me to make her pregnant, that she wanted to give me children and to be their mother, that I was to be the one who would claim her and make her a woman. And in response I plunged my cock deeper into her warm cunt, telling her through gritted teeth that she was now mine, that I was going to fill her with my seed and make her into a huge, pregnant goddess. And so I did, unleashing my essence into the woman I had chosen as the perfect mate and
carrier of my children.
I know the look my wife is now giving me. The warmth is still there, but also a hunger. Pregnancy has made her libido skyrocket and every part of her more sensitive, so it’s a good thing she ended up with a guy with a pregnancy fetish. She knows how much I love hearing about how much bigger she’s become, or how she’s ended up like this, a horny little pregnant slut, because of me. That’s all it will take for me to pull of her robe, caress her perfect, gravid midsection, lower my mouth onto a newly-brown nipple, and slowly guide her to a comfortable position. We’ve had to get creative with positioning these last few weeks, but where there’s a will there’s a way and it seems that the sex somehow seems to get better the larger her belly and tits become.
And afterwards we’ll cuddle, the frenzy leaving our bodies temporarily. Maybe we’ll spoon, my hands wrapped around her giant belly as we bond as a family. Or maybe we’ll lie facing each other while I suck the colostrum from her beautiful breasts while she smiles and strokes my hair. Either way, we’re too happy to let this end in just a few more weeks. We’ve already talked about having a big family, and we’ve both agreed we want her to stay heavy and pregnant like this for the foreseeable future.
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My wife never used to cook for me. She always said she was too busy with her own job and that it just some silly old gender stereotype. But once I impregnated her it’s almost as if a switch flipped. As her belly grew, her tits swelled, and her lengthened she seemed to become more nurturing, and dare I say it, more submissive. It was almost as if the act of pumping my seed into her belly and giving her a baby had made her realize how powerful I could be, and how lucky she was to be chosen to carry that life inside her.
Now I come home most days to find her humming contentedly as she prepares dinner. Sometimes she serves me completely a naked, a cue for me to enjoy my deal and that some fresh milk, straight from her beautiful dark nipples, is my dessert.
She’s embraced her natural state, barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen. And look how happy and she fulfilled she is as a result.
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