Not Gonna Lie, Getting An Ultrasound And The Tech Gets More And More Confused For Any Reason Is *peak*

I’m finally in labor y’all! Someone DM me please! I need a coach!

Especially if the thing that they're incubating is far too strong for them to contain and leaves them bruised with every kick.

It can't just be unusually big. It needs to be incongruent, impossibly large. Almost several times their size.

As it wasn't content with stealing their mobility, it threatens to take their life with every movement.

Now imagine all of this but against all reason, there already capable of the breeding with others. They're just a fetus that's impossible and yet something penetrating your tubes.

Firing volley after volley of seed deep within you, insuring that they'll have many, many siblings before this is over.

I get so turned on when you go into labor with my babies that I just need to fuck more in to you right then and there. So what if I delay the birth and make you bigger?

It turns you on seeing me in such a vulnerable situation? What is it that gets you horny? My overfilled belly heaving with contractions? The way I groan and whimper with all that pressure building up inside me? Or the way I'm being so helpless and vulnerable, completely at your mercy?

I'm all yours, use me as it pleases you. But these babies need to come out 🥺 I can't control it, I feel myself opening up, they're so low. You fucking me would make me lose my mind, I'd be begging you to let me push, to please let me give birth, that they're coming now, only to feel you pumping my tight belly even fuller 😖

I decided to walk around a bit and, oh godd.. I feel such a strong urge to push 😖

I don't think I've dilated though, a-and my waters still haven't broken... o-oh goddd... hnnnn...

If you are pregnant with something (or somethings) you don't understand, please contact me.

this video 🫠🫠

oh to be kissed through contractions like that… the both of us enjoying what’s happening to my body, the baby you pumped in me getting out and causing me a lot of pain… but the kissing makes it better, and I’m still thinking about how you were just pumping in to me five minutes ago to get the baby out!! 🥵🥵

Nobody never SAW this coming

Jenny woke up and tried to look around herself. She could not see, as she was in total darkness. She felt around her the best she could, and noted she was in a chair. Her stomach felt weird, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. Her vagina was definitely more sore than she’d ever felt in her life. She sat forward just a touch, and a tv lit up. The face of a man.. doll.. thing she’d seen on the news began to speak. “Jenny Clayton. You have proven you value the potential life of a clump of cells over that of a real living person- over the life of your own sister. You would rather your own flesh and blood die from preventable complications, than seek out medical attention. Today, your values will be put to the test. Once the clock starts ticking, you will be faced with a choice and only 24 hours to make that choice. Finish the task at hand in time, and you just might walk away from this.”

The room lit up enough to see she was in a grungy hospital setting, her legs spread apart in stirrups. Her stomach was still flat, but she did feel weird. Jenny moved one leg off the stirrup, then the other. As soon as her feet touched solid ground, and she stood up, a clock started ticking. From there she doubled over clutching her stomach. It hurt so bad she felt like she was going to throw up. It didn’t take long to realize it was beginning to inflate. “What the f— ooow!” Her stomach grew and grew, to the point of nearly collapsing. A trophy cabinet lit up in the corner. Inside was a long, sharp hook and a note. She slowly walked over to the cabinet- stopping during particularly painful growth spurts. The note only said, “it’s your choice.” “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” As her stomach began to slow in its growth, it became harder to breathe. She saw the timer still had 17 and a half hours on it. Plenty of time to deal with this. She rubbed her stomach, and felt it flutter beneath her hand. “Hello?? Hello!!!” She called out but she was utterly alone. Time dragged on and she found herself getting more scared. She only had 6 hours left when she felt contractions. “SOMEBODY HELP ME!” She screamed as they became stronger and more frequent. It didn’t take long to realize each contraction made her stomach grow more. “I can’t give birth! I’m not ready!” She cried. She eyed the hook but shook her head. She was better than that. Better than her slut sister. She whimpered in pain as she labored on. It wasn’t until there were 3 hours and 18 minutes left on the timer that she felt the need to push. She climbed back onto the table with the stirrups and began to push. She pushed and pushed slowly feeling her birth canal filling. The mass still grew as she pushed and just as her lips began to part, it became firmly lodged at her opening. No amount of pushing helped. The clock began to tick as it counted down, the last half hour. She screamed as the stretching got so bad she begin to tear. She shook her head and strained against it all, before she finally caved. She knew there was only one way to stop this. She slowly climbed back down from the table and began to waddle to the case with the hook. Time seemed to be moving faster but she was moving just that much slower. She had just managed to grab the hook and aim it towards her vagina when the timer buzzed. She had just enough time to look at the clock in horror before her stomach exploded. There was no baby. Instead there was a rubber ball like device inside her, filled with water designed to simulate pregnancy and labor. Had she simply “aborted” it, she’d have walked away with a valuable lesson and sympathy for her sisters decision.