I Thought Of The Unthinkable In That Moment. What I Was About To Do Would Cause You More Pain On Top

Apparently it looks like my belly has dropped, thoughts? 😬

Okay don't mind me, I've just been reading too much about various sorts of mythology stuff and... old myths genuinely have a lot more weird pregnancy things than you'd expect (I still find the fact that Odin's eight-legged horse in Norse mytholohy is the son of Loki - whom Loki was pregnant wirh anf gave birth to, mind - way too funny, although that's completely beside the point), so... this isn't inspired directly by a specific myth, but reading random mythology stuff is kinda what put this into my mind

Anyway, I've been thinking of a boy who somehow manages to royally piss off a fertility god. Perhaps he defiles their shrine, or steal some sacred item or mess with their priest - or maybe him just refuses to do something the god wants him to do. And because gods are so well-known for never being spiteful and always giving proportionate and reasonable punishments (extreme sarcasm), the god curses the boy to become pregnant, but unable to give birth unless some extremely specific conditions are met. Maybe he can only give birth at one specific location, or has to eat some specific hard-to-aquire thing to induce labor, or it's one of those seemingly impossible and contradictory "neither at sea nor on land, neither at day nor at night, neither alone nor with other people" kind of conditions (i pulled that specific one out of my ass but you can find similar kind of contradictory and stupidly specific shit in mythology sometimes, you get my point), or some combination of the above, or some other stupidly specific and unintuitive condition, idk.

And the boy doesn't know the condition, of course. The first nine months he simply waits for the pregnancy to run its course, but as the months stretch on past the ninth, past the tenth, with no sign of the pregnancy coming to an end, he realizes he's not getting off the hook that easily. By then, of course, he's so heavily pregnant that everything is difficult - he can't walk very far at once at all, he needs ridiculous amounts of fabric to have clothes that fit, the baby - or babies, rather; he can't tell but he thinks he must have two or three in there - are restless and kick and writhe so he hardly has a moment's peace from them...

So he becomes searching for some solution, some way to birth the babies. First whatever conventional ways there are to induce labor. None of them do anything. He prays and makes sacrifices to the god, groveling and apologizing and begging for relief. No response. Then, he begins to seek out wise people, priests and oracles and shamans, first close by, then traveling further and further away to find someone who could tell him what to do.

It takes years, years of incredibly difficult travel, of weird looks from others and humiliation and yet often having to rely on the aid of other people to get to wherever he's going this time, because really he's in no state to travel except he doesn't have a choice. After the initial nine months, the babies do seem to grow slower than before that, but they do still grow little by little, making the burden quite literally heavier to bear, and they are restless in his womb, as though they too would know it is well past their time to be born already.

But finally, after years of searching, years of torment, the boy finds out the condition, and figures out a way to fulfill it. Once that is done, though, there's still the incredibly long and painful process of labor and giving birth to the babies, now much larger than his body ever was designed to give birth to...

I loooove perpetual pregnancies like this!!! It could even be similar to the Greek story abt Leto, so he’s in labor as he tries to figure out how to break his curse. Imagine him having to suffer through contractions, feeling his baby’s head sooo painfully low in his hips as he tries to push but the curse prevents it from coming out all while he’s in search of a way to give birth.

After years and years of searching, his babies become massive. Even with the slowed growth, they’d be the size of 2-3 year olds by the time he finally manages to fill the conditions to progress his labor. Maybe as he’s finally giving birth to his first baby, the god that cursed him decides to come down, just to torment him one last time before his punishment is over. There’s nothing the boy can do to get way from the god, belly pinning him to the ground with the weight of his writhing babies, unable to escape the wrathful god. Each time his baby comes to a crown, the god pushes it back in, making his scream is sob in agony, begging to be let go as it makes his tummy twist and writhe. He tries to kick and push the god away, but he’s too weak after carrying such a burden with him for so many years, completely helpless in the hands of his tormentor.

It goes on for days, weeks even, the god switching between pushing his babies back into his belly, then and painfully squeezing the swell to watch him thrash. Once they’re sure he’s learned his lesson, they let the last baby slip out between his trembling legs, leaving him exhausted, alone, surrounded by half a dozen massive babies as he’s finally allowed to pass out

My poor, round, overdue and overstretched belly dropped so low last night….. my water is on the brink of finally bursting out ….

You: Pregnant with something you don't understand.

Me: Willng to 'help' you amidst this outbreak.

Im Helena, your 5’, big breasted, dark haired and 42 weeks overdue classmate.

U see me groaning and arching my back during class, a few minutes after I ask for permission to go to the bathroom you asked for it too, just to follow me.

I walk fast and went out of the building, you follow me slowly so I didn’t notice. You stare at me as I stop to breathe each 2 or 3 minutes, I finally made it to the furthest bathroom of the campus where no one goes that early. I get into the showers and started taking my clothes out, I’m sure this baby is coming out but I don’t know even how to push, I’m so scared.

Im taking my bra off when I see you just staring at me, I try to cover my big tits and I scream “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE???” I instantly fell on my knees while I feel a lot of water dripping down my legs…

This is one of my all time favorite stories -- it always, always hits. ❤️

imagine being a pregnant model for a life drawing class. the end of the semester approaches and your due date arrives. there are two weeks of class left. you don't even realize you've been in labor until your water breaks in the middle of a pose. the class takes action immediately. they don't have much time left and these last few sessions count towards their final grade, they can't have you giving birth now. so they stuff your cunt with a dry rag to block your birth canal and tied the cloth you draped over yourself during these sessions for modesty between your legs and wedged into the lips of your drooling pussy to prevent your baby from slipping out and being born.

TW for dubcon and eggpreg

It would be so hot to carry a clutch and not even realise until you start feeling yourself out.

Perhaps you got too drunk, perhaps that was a job of some aphrodisiac, but you know you had a blurry one night stand with no protection. You barely remember what happened before or who was the one taking advantage of your drunken state. All you know is that it felt unique, so different from all the other sexual expiriaces you had. Maybe it was intoxication, maybe the fact it was raw. No matter what, you did your damage control by popping a morning after pill. You think you'll just forget about it all soon.

But just a day later you start noticing some changes, your breasts feel sore, your belly looks a little bloated, and you feel a bit nauseous. You chuck it up to side effects of the pill. You try eating a bit better as to not upset your stomach. As you go about your day the nausea starts to pass, but your belly seems to grow, ever so slightly.

At night you are woken up by the feeling of your skin stretching around your belly, it was feeling so tight against the rapid growth. You get up, starting to notice your center of mass has shifted, you feel yourself out, it's no longer just a little bloat, you look around five months along.

You take a pregnancy test, as you wait for the results you start to track down every single time you had sex in those months. You think the most recent encounter was way too early, thinking the one who must have knocked you up is your ex. You panic a little over the thought until you noticed the test results. Oh ...

It's... negative? No no way it can be, you look pregnant, you are growing. You rub your bundle of mystery that's your stomach, it is full, but there's no movement inside, it feels slightly irregular. You take another test, thinking the last one was faulty, also comes out a negative.

You get back to bed, cradling your aching belly, already having plans to book a doctor's visit. But as soon as morning comes, you notice something unusual about your bump. You can feel out round things slightly bulging out of it, they're around the size of your hand. You attempt to poke one through your skin, they're hard, they don't move.

Wait are those... eggs? You play with your sensitive body a bit more feeling them shift inside you as you try to feel out how much you're carrying. You start feeling on the border of horny and afraid, there must be at least half a dozen, but it feels so good to have them inside.

You change your plans, actively avoiding going to the doctor. There's no one out there who would know what to do with your predicament. You start being glad you work a remote job, knowing you can spend a whole day not afraid of people looking at your gravid form.

Every day you develop a bit of a routine, oiling your growing body, making more food to sustain yourself, checking in on the size of the life growing inside you. You try to subtly find the stranger who got you in that state, you knew it was that one night stand that got you here.

By the end of the week you look overdue, and can barely move around your house. The eggs inside seem to have grown bigger than a head of a baby. You're almost bound to your house, walking around naked because you can't reach down to wear any sort of pants. You can't wait to get the eggs out of you. But at the same time there's no sign of this being the end of your journey.

BOO!

Now you're scarily pregnant. Good luck with the immense brood of squirming monsters~

OH NOOO!