An Egg Pregnancy But They Stay In Your Birth Canal, Growing Bigger And Heavier Day After Day, Pressing

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Farmer’s Daughter

Sandra screamed in pain and fear, the foal emerging from her aching body.

Mere months ago, the clever woman would never have imagined herself being trapped like this. Fresh out of college, the dark-haired daughter of a farmer was eager to go back home and help with her new-found knowledge. New mixtures for fertilizer, interesting breeding techniques, Sandra was sure that bringing her cutting edge education home would help their situation. What the eager graduate didn’t know was that the situation back home had become far more dire than she could have imagined, and her father had agreed to assist others in their own research just to stay afloat. It was a generous offer.  All they needed was his daughter’s help once she got back from school, and they would give the desperate man all the funding he needed to get back on his feet. Plus, the farmer would even be allowed to use anything produced by the experiments. So it was that the smart woman arrived to the home she loved so much, to be greeted by the excited grin of her father, telling her there were some people she simply HAD to meet. Telling the simple man a number of sweet lies, the researchers convinced him that his daughter would need to work with them overnight the next few days. They then strapped Sandra down and began to perform all sorts of terrible experiments upon her. The frightened woman’s entire body felt like it was on fire as time dragged on, the awful scientists forcing chemicals and substances into her body that slowly twisted and shifted some of the most fundamental parts of Sandra’s genetic code, bending it to their terrible purpose. When they were finally satisfied, the cruel men inserted a syringe of a thick, warm, cream-colored substance between the traumatized graduate’s legs. As the tip came to rest against the entrance to the horrified woman’s womb, the plunger was pressed down, sending cum spurting deep into Sandra’s belly. After, the team carefully monitored their subjects status. And, to their delight, the seed took root in Sandra’s womb. The unknowingly impregnated woman was allowed to rejoin her father after being told that she was not to call anyone about what had happened, and that if the farmer was informed of what had occurred over the last week and change, all the funding keeping her home afloat would vanish. And so, the life-filled former student tried to make herself at home as normally as possible. But everything felt wrong now. Her dad was so happy just to have his little girl home, but Sandra couldn’t forget the ordeal she had gone through for the sake of her home and family. And knowing it might not even be the last time they forced her to endure it made everything worse. Meanwhile, the thing that had been raped into the poor woman’s belly was growing quickly, far faster than a normal pregnancy. Within a few days Sandra was showing slightly. A couple more, and the college graduate was gazing openmouthed in horror at her swollen midriff, looking well into her second trimester if not her third. By the end of the week, a full term, heavy orb was hanging from the dark-haired woman’s formerly petite frame. Having taken to hiding in her room once the bump became impossible to hide, Sandra became aware of a subtle squeezing sensation deep inside. But some primal part of the heavily pregnant victim knew that these were the beginning of labor. Sure enough, the contractions began to worsen, increasing in power and frequency rapidly. Within an hour, Sandra couldn’t remain standing through the pain. Another, and the soon-to-be-mother felt like she would be split in half. As a particularly nasty cramp gripped the terrified test subject, a sudden release of pressure came from inside, accompanied by the feeling of wetness running down her birth canal. Amniotic fluid gushed from between Sandra’s legs, soaking her underwear and pants. Sobbing as she awkwardly peeled them off, the full-term college grad waddled to her favorite chair, naked and shuddering as the feeling of the unwanted offspring shoving against her cervix made itself known. Something was wrong. Different. It didn’t feel like a head. It was too big, too hard. And the way it was shifting and moving inside as Sandra felt the need to push, grunting as she began to give birth… were those legs? Was the baby breech? There was no time to do anything about it. Delivery was progressing so quickly, all that the soon-to-be-mom could do was push with the pain. Each powerful spasm held the poor woman tightly, making her cry out in pain, tears running down her face as she pushed. There was so much pressure, opening Sandra’s birth canal so wide. It felt like too much for a normal baby, it hurt so badly. Within a few incredibly strong contractions and desperate pushes, the human experiment could feel whatever it was coming out of her resting just behind her opening. So close to coming out. Reaching down a trembling hand, gently rubbing her groin, Sandra could feel her gender bulging, wet and swollen and sensitive. Then, it was time. Bearing down and screaming in agony, fear, and helplessness, the desperate woman tried to get this baby she never wanted out of her body. The head felt so solid, so unyielding. Sandra’s tender womanhood began to part from inside, the soon-to-emerge offspring inching forward painfully, lips burning as she began to crown. She was opening so wide so quickly, tension at the base of the laboring victim’s entrance began to mount. “No, please, not this, I can’t t-tear!” Sandra cried, unable to stop pushing but certain she would rip her poor slit badly wish how quickly she was delivering. Then, a surge of motion. Delicate folds pulled back as the human experiment convulsed at the overwhelming sensation of her bizarre child suddenly slipping forward. Reaching down once more, Sandra placed her hand between her legs, curious what her baby felt like. What the poor woman felt was hooves. Hard, with a soft mucous membrane on the outside. Further back was slimy fur. And between the two equine limbs, just nudging at her opening, was a fuzzy snout. Wide nostrils, slick hair. Sandra knew this feeling. When she was a little girl, her favorite mare had gotten pregnant. She’d boldly touched the baby as it emerged. It had felt almost exactly like this. Sobbing, sinking low in her chair, throwing her head back and letting out a defeated, agonized cry, the girl that had had such high hopes for herself, who had just graduated with a masters in biological science, gave into another contraction, pushing out what she now knew to be a dirty farm animal, a foal, from between her legs. The head slid forward quickly, the terrible burning and pressure between the horrified woman’s legs intensifying as the slimy, fur covered head of her baby horse emerged. Stopping half way, Sandra was left gasping for air and trying to figure out how this could have happened. But the confused mother-to-be didn’t have long to think, her body working against her pursuit of understanding, insistent that this baby come out NOW. Another big push let the rest of the equestrian snout slip out, as well as the ears and face. Once that was done the contraction ended, though the body continued sliding onward, Sandra’s bestial offspring already squirming and making sounds. High pitched knickers and whinnies came from between the disgusted woman’s legs as the foal attempted to assist in its own delivery. Sandra knew what was coming. She didn’t want it, knew it would be terrible, but there was no way to avoid it. Instinctually, without realizing how awful it would be for its mother, the tiny horse began to kick to help it emerge from its mothers birth canal. Grunting and screaming in torment, the hard hooves of the college graduates foal slammed against her hips, sending pain shooting throughout the laboring woman’s lower body. As the tiny farm animal continued emerging, Sandra helping it along as best she could, a cracking sound was heard, alongside an even more horrific cry of pain. A few more solid kicks like that, and the victim’s pelvis would shatter. Pushing with the pain, the desperate animal mommy gave everything she had to getting this over with as quickly as possible. It was the choice to sit in the chair that saved her. Gravity helped the foal be born faster than would otherwise have happened, only one more kick slamming against the moderately damaged hip bone of the genetically altered woman. That was enough to propel the newborn horse beyond the point of no return, the natural pulling force of the planet tugging the beast the rest of the way from its mothers birth canal. Sandra sagged in her chair, exhausted, as her newborn child stumbled around and made happy sounds, delighted to be alive. The cruel scientists came in after their experiment passed out, delighted to see the umbilical cord leading from the infant horse back into the human woman, proof that she had gestated and delivered the beast of burden. Sandra woke back in the room she had come to have nightmares about, no longer sore but once more strapped to a table. Her captors explained that their project was a bold, secret journey to the very limits of genetic manipulation. And to their delight, the helpless farmer’s daughter was a success far beyond their wildest dreams. The very building blocks of life within the subtly changed woman had been twisted into something they were never meant to be. The Sandra was now compatible with any form of genetic material. If the seed of anything living managed to find its way into the fertile woman’s body, it was guaranteed to successfully take root.

The evil researcher’s intentions were now to see how far they could push the limits of the female body. For now, they would give her a break, a nice little of puppies to deliver, just to prove it wasn’t only horses that could gestate within Sandra’s corrupted womb. Then, after, something a bit more exciting, like a cow, or maybe a sea mammal… The terrified soon-to-be-pregnant victim could do nothing but beg as the syringe slid between her legs once more, and the warm feeling of inhuman life taking root within her body began to tingle across her awareness, signaling that her puppies were on the way…

It's been a whole year since you got pregnant, and you still have no idea when you're going to pop. At this point, you're afraid to. After all, your belly slaps against your knees while walking (not that you do much walking these days, but you have to circulate blood through your legs somehow). It's a monstrous thing, your womb. It's full and tight, stretched beyond reasonable limits... but you've long since departed the shores of reason. That day when the ultrasound revealed you were going to have three babies, it feels like a lifetime ago. But here you are, all four of you. Yup, even at your ludicrous size, there's still only three in there. You don't need a scan to tell you that; you know the shape and size of your babies like the back of your hand. Your three overdue, perfectly healthy, impossibly large babies.

It seems like I spend all of my time reclined in bed, rubbing the sides of my ever-moving, painfully overdue baby belly, stretched to the brink of bursting with my overfed and overgrown triplets. They have very little room to move, which seems to agitate them, making them kick and shove against each other, and most of all, the tight walls of my womb. I'm wearing a pair of stretchy sweatpants that used to be baggy, and now are squeezed tight around my hips and ass, digging into the plush flesh, so fattened by pregnancy. My tits are stretching my shirt, nipples leaking milk near constantly, both teats already producing enough to feed the huge babies I'm growing.

I finally decide to make myself try and get out of bed, and I realize that today is the day I'm too big to even move. I think labor must be coming soon, and while I'm terrified, I'm also desperate to get these giant, heavy babies out of my belly. I swear I can hear my skin creaking with every wriggle and kick, my big, red, popped belly button regularly sticking out further when one of the babies kicks behind it.

All I've done is eat and grow. After gorging myself on more food than I've eaten in my life, enough food to make me gain fifty pounds overnight, my belly feels painfully tight, stuffed with the entire contents of my kitchen and the monstrous triplets I've been carrying inside my belly for a full twelve months, maybe more. I groan, leaning back about as far as my swollen girth will allow. It hurts so much more than usual, and I'm beginning to truly worry that I'm about to burst, when a harsh contraction makes me scream as a flood of fluids gushes from between my wide spread legs, like a dam had burst inside of me.

I've been feeling a baby's head low in my hips for months, but now more than ever. It feels like the baby would just fall out of me if it were a normal size. I'm stuck here, wailing and pushing, struggling to birth my horrifyingly oversized litter, crowning an impossibly huge head into my tight sweatpants for hours.

You can't be pushing now. I lean forward and maneuver my hand so I can get my fingers into your pussy. You squirm as my fingers go through your swollen, then a small whimper when my two fingers reach my cervix. You're 10 centimeters. I hide my fear as best I can. If you pushed, this baby was going to shoot through you fast. My mind races, searching for any solution that the OB handbooks and websites listed. Most of them involved drugs that we obviously didn't have. Dehydration and sitting so baby was being pulled down probably weren't helping you, but it wouldn't matter if you thought you could and should push. Make up my mind right there. You don't want our baby on a plane and I'd make it so you didn't as best as I could.

"Resist pushing."

"I don't think I can anym-"

"Don't push you're only 7 centimeters dilated. You can make it, ok," I snap and grasp your hand. "Trust me."

You look at me for a moment then nod. Your eyes were watery, red. It hurts to lie to you like this.

"My love, if you can, I need you to shift on your side. It should slow contractions, for a bit maybe."

We just have to hope the stewards don't notice. You shift slightly, you can't fit your bump between the arm rests but I hope the shift in position is enough. I give you my water and dab the sweat from your brow.

~~~

The changed position didn't last long. The stewards reprimanded us for being in unsafe positioning and had you back in your seat proper after two hours. I have no idea if it helped but last time I checked you the head had only moved a bit in your canal. Your breathing was low, deep, and hastening as you resisted the urge to push. Your face squenches hard, but you maintain the facade of the uncomfortable pregnant lady to the stewards when they pass.

I keep lying about how slow your dialation is with the hope it would help with your resistance. We're so close now. So close...

[Part I]

It was our first baby, my first pregnancy, I didn’t know what to expect… but oh god the pressure. I didn’t expect so much pressure. I did my best to breath through the contractions, which felt constant at this stage, barely any time between them.

I was panting through my nose and groaning behind my closed mouth. My legs were wide apart in the narrow chair, my bump sat heavily between my thighs and brushed against the damp cushion. As I held my contracting dome with both hands, I ignored the overwhelming desire to push. You said I was only 7.5cms dilated, you told me I wasn’t ready to push, and I put all my faith and trust in you, unable to think of anything besides my breathing. And holding off from pushing.

Even though I was not dilated enough, the baby felt like it was one push away from coming out. It felt like the head was right there, bulging my lips, but it couldn’t be. I wasn’t dilated enough for that. Breathe. Don’t push. Breath. Don’t push.

My head lolled onto your shoulder, my body exhausted and trembling. You wrapped your arms over my bump before one hand disappeared beneath my shorts.

“Ohhhhh babe I really need to p-pushhhh….” I whimpered as you examined me again.

“Not yet, you’re not dilated enough.” You assured and kissed the side of my sweaty face.

“A-are you s-sure?” I panted quietly. “It feels like it’s coming outttttt…..mnghhhhh!” Suddenly I’m pushing.

“No! Stop pushing!” You cried and put your hand between my legs again.

“I can’t help it- oh fuck nghhhhhh!”

“Ok if you need to push, just small pushes. Quietly.” You say and I can feel the counter pressure you're making at my opening. But I don’t question it, consumed by the green light you gave me to push.

My chin is on my chest, my arms are grabbing the arm rests, and I bear down silently spreading my legs wider.

“Oh it’s coming out…” I gasp.

“No it’s not.” You say confidently, before adding under your breath “I won’t let it.”

People occasionally ask me about the origins of my pregnancy/birth kink, and I just remembered something that I think was pretty crucial.

When I was in middle school I read the book “FEAR,” the fifth installment in a series by Michael Grant. It was honestly a bit too dark, gorey, and violent to be considered a young adult novel, but I digress.

Near the end of the book is a scene where one of the main characters is pregnant, and her pregnancy is accelerated by the external force of a powerful alien. She’s tired and scared to give birth but is forced to do so in a cave deep underground. I’d send the pages but I don’t have the book anymore, sadly.

This is the first and only time I’d ever read about a rapid pregnancy, and I think it really captivated me.

So yeah. Food for thought. Has anyone else ever read this book?

not too happy with this one but i was horny and had to get it out

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