I Don't Know Who Is Writing Severance Fanfic But Mark Should Be The Pregnant One Okay There's My Take

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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!! 🥵🥵

“OH!! OH GOD!!! I’M GIVING BIRTH!! ”

Have been on a fantasy kick and thinking of scenarios in my head all the time, and here's one just for fun!

A powerful mage guy, young and attractive and absolutely full of himself, fucks a noble at a social event to forge an alliance, but soon realizes that he's now pregnant. It's a very inconvenient time for him, he doesn't want to deal with a pregnancy right now, but getting rid of it feels wasteful, since there are ways he could use it to his advantage later on - thus, he decides to use magic and slow down his pregnancy significantly, essentially freezing it in the same spot for as long as he can. He casts the spell after the morning sickness finally passes (wouldn't want to be stuck with that for years!), and by that time, he's on month four, has a small delicate bump that's easy to conceal with clothing or explain away as just some intestinal bloating, and the baby is already kicking.

Since mages have very long lifespans, he easily spends the next few decades or so in this state: stomach uncomfortably swollen but not obviously so, hormones and mood swings and cravings being in full swing, and the baby constantly reminding him of his condition by kicking and turning in his tummy, sometimes visibly so, much to his embarrassment (having to explain it with a very upset stomach every time can get old fast). Overall, he's uncomfortable but not deadly so, and the anxiety of looming parenthood, along with the embarassment over his condition, is too strong for him to finally lift the spell and let the pregnancy continue. Eventually, he gets used to it, and having the baby as his constant companion feels comforting in a way...

Until one day, the mage exhausts all of his magic during a duel or by casting an extra complex spell, and the magic that was being used to freeze the pregnancy is no longer there. Two things can happen: either he doesn't notice it until his stomach begins growing more and more every day and resigns to his fate, knowing full well that he won't recover enough magic in the few months he has left before the birth, or the baby rapidly grows in his womb and is born within hours, stretching the skin, the poor mage's insides and the opening it's going to be pushed through. Either way, he'll have a lot of explaining to do, especially if the nobleman daddy is now in his old age and has no other heirs...

oo or what if the baby rapidly grows to whatever age it's been in his belly for? Either it grows into a fully adult human, or just grows into an adult sized baby. Either way, when his magic runs out, his belly explodes with growth as his pregnancy rapidly catches after being frozen in time for decades. His belly goes from being just a barely noticeable bump to nine months to overdue in moments, painfully stretching his skin as the baby swells inside him.

He screams in pain, panicking as he clutches his tummy trying to contain the swelling, but he has no mana left, leaving him completely helpless as he watches his belly stretch out in front of him. It bursts out of his robes, exposing the tight red skin, now laced with dark angry stretchmarks.

He desperately searches his home for any source of many, mana herbs or potions he can use to stop or slow the growth, but the rapidly increasing weight is making it harder and harder to move. He's stumbling as he holds his swelling tummy, leaning on the walls for support and crying in pain while the baby kicks and squirms inside. It's quickly getting more and more powerful as it grows, almost like it's trying to break its way out of him.

He can feel his skin creaking, nearing its limit and struggling to contain its heavy load. Fear fills his chest as he frantically searches his home, belly so heavy now that he's forced to crawl on the ground, tummy dragging on the floor below him. His womb can't hold on much longer if he doesn't find a mana source soon, and he can already feel the fibres of his taut flesh beginning to snap...

So Painful

They've been trapped with their legs tied together for hours, screaming and crying and pleading to be allowed to push their baby out. The pressure in their pelvis is unbearable as their body tries to force the head through. The contractions are coming almost on top of each other. Exhausted, they sag against their bonds, too tired to even scream any more. They simply twitch and whimper as each new contraction wracks their body.

Finally their cruel captor decides they've had enough and unties the ropes holding their legs. They sob in relief, finally able to listen to the desperate signals from their body to spread their legs. Unfortunately a new problem soon makes itself apparent. As the next contraction builds they try to push but barely manage to engage their muscles. After all this time they are just too exhausted to push this baby out. Contractions shove the head lower, engaging it fully in their pelvis. The stretch and fullness makes them wail. They try to push again but the head doesn't move at all. It's just behind their lips, bulging out their pussy obscenely, but their body no longer had the power to force it past their tight opening. Maybe if they could get up gravity would help them along, but they're stuck on their back, trapped under the swollen swell of their belly. Their captor laughs and settles in the watch their struggle. Perhaps eventually the contractions alone will force the head out. Maybe after some time they will gain enough energy to push again. Only time will tell, and either way it's going to be a good long show.

You love being a nun. You honor your vows of chastity so much you don’t even touch yourself. You hide your body under long robes and do penance every time your mind strays. 

You have dreams of shadowy caresses that leave you sticky and sweating, and you have to spend long hours in chapel to atone. You take to wearing a heavy chain around your waist and between your legs. 

Your belly starts swelling, and you will yourself not to notice. You pretend it isn’t happening for months. Your hips and back ache with the weight you refuse to acknowledge. Your breasts are full and tender. Your nipples rub against the rough fabric of your robes and it lights you on fire. 

You lay awake at night and feel the thing inside you moving. It kicks so hard your robes ripple. You cradle your belly and pray to God for answers. You pray for it to go away.

Eventually the shapeless black of your robes can’t save you anymore. The mother superior chastises you for being a whore. She places an iron collar around your throat to remind you of your sins. She tells you to do penance where everyone can see your punishment.

You weep and swear your virginity. You beg for help. She is unmoved. She tells you to swear on the Virgin Mother and maybe your innocence will be proved, but more likely you will be punished for claiming her holiness.

You kneel at a pew to do as you are told. Your knees are bare on the cold floor. Your hips burn as they spread under the weight of your bastard. Your belly hangs with nothing to support it. Pain rips through you as your womb tightens. She tells you that is punishment for your sins.

You pray through a haze of days. Your belly grows, and sags, and writhes. You spread your knees and rock your hips and sob. Your breasts are so tight they throb. Your robe strains against your girth. You keep your hands on the pew.

Water trickles down your legs. Your womb is nothing but agony, squeezing down on the monster inside you. It rips you open. Your bones creak. Instinct tells you to reach between your legs and ease its way. The mother superior seizes your wrists and binds them to the pew.

You scream and scream. You are a warning to the other harlots in the convent. Your whelp spreads you open. You push and strain, but there’s no one to help you or soothe you. You scream for God’s help and hear no answer. 

There is a night, and a day, and its head slips out in a gush of fluids that puddle around your knees. You sag with exhaustion, unable to keep going, pain leaving you incoherent.

Gravity does its job eventually. Inch by agonizing inch, your massive offspring squeezes out of you, changing your body forever. When you push a demon into the church, everyone will know you for the devil's bride.

One of my favorite things is early stage hyper-pregnancy.

Someone looks 4 months actually just tested positive. Someone looks 6 months is actually stuffed full of zygotes. Someone looks 9 months is actually having a litter. Overdue but actually on x-ray it's someone stuffed with normal 5 month fetuses.

The baby is crowning.....wow its such a big head......

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