Oh My God Someone Please Write An Alien Post For This

having slow-rapid pregnancy thoughts

we have a fun, rowdy evening, and i fill you up multiple times. we didn’t use protection, but based on the time of month, it’s probably fine.

(spoilers: it’s not)

later that night, after we drift off to sleep, i have a bleary moment of semi-consciousness. i’m spooning you, hand on your tummy, and i can feel just the slightest unexpected resistance. at first i figure it’s just you breathing, but… i could swear there’s just an almost nonexistent stretch, so subtly rounding you out. i grin and pull you closer before drifting off again.

the next morning, you definitely look bloated, but not unnaturally so. you check it out in the mirror (i check you out in the mirror), we get breakfast, and you leave to go about your day.

you keep looking down at your bulging tummy throughout the morning, expecting it to go down, rather than do the opposite. by lunchtime, you start feeling fluttery movements, and you know something’s wrong.

it’s slow enough that no one can SEE you growing, but you very clearly look pregnant when you obviously weren’t the last time your classmates saw you. i’d guess you’re expanding at a rate of a month of gestation every three hours or so, and you’re definitely carrying more than one.

it certainly doesn’t help that your outfit is about as far from obscuring your figure as your wardrobe can get. when you sit down, you can hear seams stretching ominously.

- 🦑

I’ve been keeping track of my cycle for long enough now that i don’t think twice about letting you fill me up, even begging for it, pleading dumbly for you to breed me while im completely drunk on pleasure.

we both like when you keep your hand on my belly after sex, so of course you notice when i start swelling. im already asleep by then, and you don’t mention it in the morning - you just look at me in the mirror while i check the bloating, before we both move on with our days.

the bloating doesn’t go down. im a little self conscious of how tight my shirt is around it, and my jeans are fairly tight, like always, and if i weren’t in classes i would have them unbuttoned by now. I ignore it the best i can. my stomach isn’t upset or anything, if anything im more hungry than usual, so im having lunch when i start feeling flutters inside me.

i finish eating and rush to the bathroom, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling up my shirt — which feels even tighter than it was before — enough to see how obviously swollen I’ve gotten. i rub my hands over my belly a few times, making sure I’m not imagining it. im not.

i can’t do anything until im done with classes for the day. At least, I try to finish classes. i make it through my next one, but my third and final class of the day is interrupted by the seams of my jeans tearing - and not quietly, either. i go bright red and excuse myself, heading straight home after that.

by the time we’re both home, im five, maybe sixth months along, size-wise — though i look well past full term. im surprised my shirt lasted as long as it did, though the seams on that tear during my commute back home.

we have at least another nine hours left. and, past the concern, im indescribably turned on.

it’s not like i can get any more pregnant if we spend the next nine hours breeding, right?

Y'all I'm being so fr rn but I need an alien to be occupying my womb like right now. Preferably something overly active and noisy that I can constantly feel and hear, but I'd even be fine with a heavy and hard egg. Ugh :(

431.3 There’s an alien invasion and they capture some people w uteruses to impregnate them with their species. Problem is their species head is way larger than the human birth canal. Between that and the thick body with extra arms, all of the experiments have ended in long agonizing labors, and death so far. The aliens keep tweaking the genetics but so far to no avail. Your water just broke. Were they able to make the baby (or babies) small enough to fit after another long agonizing labor? Or are you just another casualty. Do you know about the fates of the others going into this? 

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Number 731 was ever so slightly smaller than her cell mate, 730 and slightly bigger than 732 next door. Mind you, she was fairly certain they each carried twins. Either that or they each carried one large baby. Their captors refused to give them any information of their condition. Either way they all knew they were pregnant.

When 730 went into labor, 731 was able to hear her agonizes screams for days. She counted the days.. one.. two.. three.. the screams got quieter and less frequent.. four.. five.. on the sixth day there was nothing. Her cell mate wasn’t coming back. Neither was the baby. (Babies? She didn’t know.)

Three more days pass, and during this time 731 paced her cell. She had a hand on her back, worrying about what was going to come of her. If 730 didn’t come back.. did any of the others? Had seven hundred and thirty people really come to the same fate? Was she next? A cramp in her abdomen seemed to confirm her question.

The cramps came and went, despite her pacing, or attempts to get comfortable, but she did not cry out. Not yet. She kept her mouth shut until it was time for lights out. In the night there was nothing to muffle her groans of pain. The guard on duty quickly called for the medical team to extract her.

She was carried to the hospital wing and strapped to a bed with her legs spread. Her arms tied down to her sides. The pain in her back amplified greatly. It’s like these beings didn’t realize that laying flat on your back narrows the birth canal.. before they picked her up, she’s dilated to maybe a 6, but since being strapped down her progress stalled. The contractions did less for her.

She groaned through out the night as the aliens constantly roughly checked her with their thick fingers.. by the morning she had barely hit 7cm. They gave her medicine to up the intensity of the contractions but still she stalled. She writhed in pain, now screaming loud enough to scare 732 all the way back at her cell. She tried to hold her stomach, or to move or anything but she could only lay there suffering. Screaming.

Still it was another day and a half before she felt the urge to push. She was exhausted, starving, and still barely able to move. She begged the doctors to let her get out of her bed, let her walk around, let her squat for god sakes!

She pushed the best she could for being laid out. It was hours before she finally felt the baby bulge behind her lips.

The aliens got excited, perhaps 731 is going to be the one?? They watched eatery as the bulge pushed forward creating a sliver, and groaned when the baby slipped backward. A few of them even seemed to place bets, most of them betting against 731 though. It’s the safest bet.

She pushed, she strained, and she screamed. Her face turned red with bursted blood vessels. The baby barely made the sliver stay open. 731 had never felt so full in her life. Never felt so ready to split apart at the seems. Each push began to get weaker, her screams had long since faded. The baby stopped kicking it’s appendages.

The aliens took notes, and scribbled away. It’s the farthest anybody had gotten their baby yet, but the baby had yet to even come to a full crown by the time the monitors confirmed the truth, after 5 days of labor, 731 was just another statistic.

Screams from down the hall perked the aliens attention though.. maybe 732 would have a better chance?

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…

something about a sub birthing a baby that’s so big you can see a huge bulge descending from their lower belly

Doing the lord's work. Go support them!

New film!!!

these baby's are growing really fast

Pregnant with many small monsters, squirming and and making you lopsided, or one giant monster, that stretches and throws you off balance?

Multiples!!!! The squirming and multiple sources of movement are always a favorite of mine. Pregnant brood belly that's practically writhing from how much life stuffed in it. Monster multiples that are constantly moving in my packed belly and making my stomach look like it's own separate being 🤤

i love being a simple farmer with a coop full of henboys who lay me fresh eggs every day. bellies always big and swollen because they're full of eggs growing in different sizes, but every morning each boy lays me a couple fresh eggs to take to market. they all are a little different, but all great hens.

one henboy is my best layer. every morning he pushes out a dozen or so fresh eggs and looks flat, but he always puffs back out with a big belly by the next dawn.

one henboy is my broodiest. he hates laying his eggs and will keep them in as long as he can, holding out until his belly looks like it's going to burst, then stubbornly will lay as little as it takes to get some relief from the pressure.

one henboy lays the biggest eggs. he has such a small frame, but his eggs are bigger than everyone else's, and it takes him so long to push them out. often times i have to help by pushing on his belly while pulling the egg with my fingers, but it's slippery so sometimes i accidentally push it in instead. it's okay, he always gets them out.

all my henboys are unique and special, and i make sure to take care of all of them with the freshest food for the freshest eggs, and to help them when they need.

it's always a sad sight when one of them gets eggbound and just grows bigger and bigger, crying and complaining of how big and uncomfortable and stuck they feel. eggs on eggs just piling up in their bellies, stuffing them so full and heavy you can feel the shells through their overstretched skin. they always get scared when i have to bring out the medicine that makes their bellies contract and hurt so badly for hours and hours on end and the scary tools to pull the stuck eggs out.

but hey, that's the life of a simple farmer.

Free eggs AND I get to have a coop full of chicken boys with big swollen tummies???

Imagine one gets eggbound, maybe one of the smaller breeds who's eggs happened to grow a little bigger than usual and get stuck, but he's so scared of the unbinding treatment that he escapes the coop and hides in fear. He's had to suffer through it several times before and is so afraid to go through it again, he doesn't think about the consequences of not taking the treatment. He runs off into the nearby woods and roosts as high as his eggbound belly will let him to avoid the farmer from finding him and giving him that horrible medicine.

Several days later and he quickly realizes what horrible mistake he's made. His body doesn't stop producing eggs even if he's already full. and now there's nearly a dozen giant eggs backed up in his poor eggbound tummy. He's tried so hard to lay them, but the biggest one is blocking the rest from coming out, and it's too large for him to get out by himself.

He's so big now he can barely move under the weight of all those eggs. No matter how hard he pushes or how hard he tries to squeeze his lumpy overfilled belly, the eggs wont budge. If he doesn't go back to the coop and look for the farmers help, his tummy will keep filling with eggs, but now that he's so painfully full, the unbinding treatment will be ten times as agonizing as usual.

He's torn on what to do, but if he doesn't decide quickly, his tummy will become so full and heavy he'll be stuck out in the woods alone, and who knows what other creatures might do if they him, completely helpless beneath his big swollen belly...