Would You Make A Pregnant Sub Suffer More, In A Non Sexual Way?

Looking for someone who wants to RP a shade darker, where you are the unwilling subject of my insidious impregnation. Whether I am a passive tech whiz, alien race, summoned demon, maybe a PETA person trying to save the whales (or Bigfoot), I would love to experiment on you and make you swell with creatures, eggs, babies, demons, somethings beyond your understanding without any empathy.

Please PM me if you would like to be ruthlessly filled.

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

Who wants to stuff me full? Who wants to watch as whatever is inside fights to get out?

Lower

His hands rested on the curve of his belly, the heavy weight of it pressing into his lower back, a constant reminder of the life growing inside him. He had been sitting there, in the cool moonlight, savoring the quiet peace that came with being so far along in a pregnancy—until he felt it.

A sharp, sudden sensation, like a deep, heavy shift, that drew his attention. His breath caught as a wave of discomfort radiated through his abdomen. His belly, once high and rounded, seemed to lower in that moment, a subtle but undeniable feeling of descent. The baby had dropped.

His eyes widened, and he instinctively placed his hands on the lower part of his belly, feeling the shift, the pressure as the baby moved lower. His stomach tightened, a rush of discomfort filling him as the weight shifted downwards. It was a strange, almost painful sensation. A deep, pulling heaviness in his pelvis as if the baby were suddenly closer to his hips.

"Oh God..." His voice was low and shaky, the words feeling strained, a mix of awe and discomfort. He could feel the baby moving, pressing downward, stretching his body in ways that weren’t as comfortable anymore. The pressure was almost too much, making his back ache, his hips feel like they were being pulled apart. It was as if the very act of the baby shifting had turned his entire body into a tight, sensitive knot.

"Ohh, you're getting deeper..." His voice was shaky, a soft, breathless laugh escaping his lips despite the discomfort. He shifted his weight slightly, trying to find some relief, but it was impossible. The pressure in his pelvis was overwhelming, as though the baby had settled in a way that left him feeling like he couldn’t catch his breath. It wasn’t painful in the way of sharp, acute pain, but it was uncomfortable in a deep, aching, almost suffocating way.

He ran his hands over the swollen curve of his belly, trying to soothe the tightness, but every time the baby moved, it only intensified the sensation. He could feel the baby pressing against his lower abdomen, the heaviness of it too much at times, making him gasp softly.

"You’re so big..." he murmured softly to the baby, his voice a mixture of awe and a little strain. "You’re so low...I can feel you."

Another shift. Another deep pressure. He winced, his hands gripping the sides of his belly as he leaned forward slightly, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort. The baby's movements, now feeling heavier, seemed to cause a sharp tug within him, pulling on his muscles, on his very core. It was almost like the weight of the child inside was too much, too overwhelming, like a gravitational pull he couldn’t escape.

His breath was quickening, the discomfort making it hard to focus. The low ache in his hips grew with each passing second, and as the baby moved again, it sent a jolt of sharp pressure down through his pelvis, his whole body trembling with the intensity of it.

Despite the discomfort, he couldn't help but feel aroused by the movements. The heaviness, the constant reminder of how hugely pregnant he truly was with his lover's baby—it was intimate, even if it wasn’t always pleasant. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could bear the pressure, but still, he loved it. He loved how full it made him feel, how complete his body had become.

"Oh wow. Oh wow. You’re so close. It's time. Oh god, you're coming now" he murmured, chaotically running his fingers over his big tight belly again, feeling the weight of the baby pushing down. "Oooo, you're almost there. Ooohhh, You have to get lower."

But the drop, the weight, the relentless pressure as the baby moved even lower—it was a sensation he couldn’t ignore. The baby was coming now. He had to start pushing. Through the discomfort, through the aching weight, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of wonder. As much as the pressure hurt, as much as the discomfort stung, it was the price he was willing to pay to do it all over again, but next time, he wanted twins.

Nebula in Bloom [Chapter 2]

In the near future, radioactive meteorites regularly fall to earth and cause non-cancerous tumors called teratomas to form in the abdomens of people exposed to them. While most people try to prevent these and get them removed, a subculture of online streamers purposefully develops and grows them as large as possible. Contains: object pregnancy, belly expansion, non-binary character, nbpreg, mpreg, fpreg, sci fi setting, bursting/popping, implied fatality. Content warning for dark themes and implied death.

[Previous Chapter]

When Nebula stepped outside they were surprised at how dark it was, as dark as the inside of their apartment. They hadn’t looked outside in so long that they had no idea whether it was day or not before they were actually out there. Their sensitive eyes squinted against the dull yellow light of the streetlamp, the electronic buzz humming in the air like a swarm of flies. If it hadn’t been absolutely necessary they wouldn’t have gone out at all.

The protective garments hugged against their abdomen like a vice, as tight as a corset. Most people hated wearing them, necessary as they were, and would invest a month’s rent or more into lightweight, less constrictive versions that (purportedly) offered the same level of radiation protection. Nebula didn’t mind the tight garment-- though they sometimes pejoratively referred to it as their ‘Mormon underwear’-- and in fact felt a vague comfort from the flattening quality of it. From the navel down, everyone was as flat as a Ken doll. An equalizer.

The inside of the convenience store was sparsely stocked and the floor had clearly suffered some recent water damage. A hideous tungsten bulb flickered overhead near the cashier. The entire back half of the store was completely unlit. Nebula rounded an aisle, grabbed a packet of instant noodles off the shelf, and brought them to the front desk.

While the cashier counted a dollar in miscellaneous coins, the television attached to the wall played the news with dull, barely audible sound, the accompanying subtitles scrolling across the bottom of the screen with a disorienting delay.

“Astronomers are predicting scattered meteors tonight and tomorrow. As always, the National Health Department is recommending remaining indoors until the showers have concluded and cleanup is complete. If you must leave your home, they are advising you to wear protective gear over the reproductive regions.”

The cashier, a male in his early 30s, slid a penny across the desk.

“This is yours,” he said.

As Nebula lifted their hand to retrieve it, they lifted their eyes and saw the definite outward curve of the cashier’s middle beneath his tank top. His belly pressed against the waistband of his pants, a thin slice of skin visible below his top. Naked skin, unprotected by the thick fabric of the radiation suit.

The man scratched at his belly, soothing the itch of a developing stretch mark, then tugged his tank down over the curve.

Nebula pocketed the change and the noodles and left.

In the mirror of their apartment, Nebula lifted their shirt and rolled down the long undergarment until it was folded up around their waist. Their fingers traced over the flat space beneath their navel, the sparse trail of hair that lead into their underwear brushing against the digits.

The masses that grew in the abdomens of people exposed to cosmic radiation weren’t pregnancies but looked like them. They most closely resembled teratomas-- masses of irregular but non-cancerous flesh that bundled up into heavy boulders inside them, displacing the organs around them and distending their bellies, stretching and rounding them out until they appeared as though they were with child. If the person had a uterus, the growth took root inside it; and if they didn’t, it usually lodged itself somewhere along the intestinal tract. Most people had the growths surgically removed as soon as they were discovered, if they could afford it. Sometimes saving enough money for the procedure took so long that the teratoma gestated inside them and grew into an intrusive bump on their middle. If they got large enough the host might not be able to bend at the waist or even walk. Fortunately, the procedure to remove it was relatively simple, if you could get it.

Nebula looked at their belly in the reflection and pushed it out, the smallest curve appearing, before releasing their breath and returning to flatness. The image of Angelique’s enormous womb flashed inside their mind. It must have been so tight. The skin must have burned from how large she had become.

They pushed their belly out again, pressing their fingers into it. Their prick was a hard, tingling nub of pleasure between their pussy lips, as big as the tip of a finger and buzzing with sensation as it rubbed against their underwear. Exhale; flat again.

Some people did not get the teratomas removed. They kept them inside and nourished them and let them grow. Some people exposed themselves to the radiation that fell from the sky in glittering fragments of shattered space rocks just so they could get a belly. Nebula watched them on their computer screen, watched them caressing their heavy mounds and gush about how much they loved being big and full and stretched to the limit.

Their eyelids fluttered shut as they rubbed themselves inside their pants, hand slipping beneath the compression of their suit, stroking their cock, rubbing their pussy juice over it, their other hand climbing into their shirt so they could tease the pointed nipple on their small bud of breast.

A belly so huge they could hardly carry it. So full their hips creaked, so massive their skin split and scarred. The heaviness, the weight, the shape.

Nebula imagined themselves as big as Angelique, bigger even, and came.

The meteorite was the size of a beach ball and roped off with overlapping stripes of yellow tape that bore the words CRIME SCENE-- DO NOT ENTER. The rock was hot, so hot that that Nebula could feel it from ten yards away, gray ribbons of steam licking the night sky as they rose from the object’s cracked surface.

The inside of the rock pulsed a neon green, lit from within. It illuminated Nebula’s face from below, their features bathed in the blinding, unnatural light. As they lifted the yellow tape, ducking under it, the heat became intense, almost too much for them to bear. A gust of air seemed to rise up from inside the meteorite, their hair wafting back away from their face. They were suddenly very aware of their unprotected abdomen, naked under their clothes without the compressive gear. The breeze kicked up, the space rock humming, Nebula’s shirt rising a few inches over their torso and exposing their belly to the radioactive debris.

This is it, they thought to themselves.

It wasn’t exactly clear how long they were supposed to stand in front of the meteorite before the radiation would have an effect. Their internet searches had been inclusive; nobody had ever done an official study on just how much exposure caused the reproductive growths to form, and the levels of radiation seemed to vary immensely from object to object. It was a total guessing game.

The skin of Nebula’s face felt tight and dry. Their eyes squinted against the light. The interior of the meteorite pulsed, throbbing like an organ, the intensity of the glow increasing until they were forced to look away with their arm coming up over their eyes.

They took a few steps backwards, nearly stumbling, the backs of their thighs knocking back into the crime scene tape and almost tripping them onto their ass. Taking that as a sign, Nebula dipped under it and headed back towards their apartment. The entire front of their body warm and dehydrated, like they had been sitting in the sun a little too long. They licked at their lips, feeling the cracked surface with their tongue.

The air became markedly cooler as they left the radiated area and returned to the main streets. A chill overcame them, making them shiver. A film of sweat coated Nebula’s hairline, the back of their neck. They had expected to feel like they’d done something naughty afterwards, like they’d shoplifted or told a lie, but they didn’t. Maybe it was because there was no way to know if it had worked yet. Only time would tell.

They hopped on their computer as soon as they returned to their apartment. In the bottom right of their screen, the chat box flickered with a pending notification.

Fr00tbask3they check out your guys stream he’s finally started coming along

Nebula opened up the streaming site and scrolled through to find Imminent Dad’s page. Fortunately, he was still online. When Nebula entered the stream they could see what their friend meant: the man’s middle was visibly more distended than it had been a few days ago. His belly was now so large that it encroached upon his lap, half the length of his thighs concealed by the growth pressing the flesh of his abdomen out into the open space.

The man caressed it, breathing heavily through the circle shape of his mouth. Nebula got the impression that this wasn’t merely an act. The mass had grown so large in such a short span of time that his skin was visibly flushed even in the poor resolution of his built-in webcam. His stretch marks had deepened, and widened, the scars ridged and purple as if he’d been clawed by an animal across his hips and gut.

“It’s getting...really big…” the model groaned, his palm cupping the underside to take some of the weight off his back. “And I’m starting to feel...ohh...some irregular contractions…”

The man’s middle seized, the flesh of his gut clenching around the teratoma inside him, his muscles pulling the growth in towards the center of his body. He cried out, both hands flying to the far end of his belly. A sickening noise emitted from his intestines, a low and wet churning that signaled his gestation was coming to an end.

He exclaimed, “Ah, fuck, it’s breaking out of me!”

The chat erupted in protest, pleading with the model to hold in the growth.

Breathe thru it!

dont u dare let it out

fuckkkk it’s totally gonna burst him he didn’t even get that big

The man’s eyes bugged and he attempted to pant through the contraction, his lips distended and sputtering, his thighs parting instinctively.

His massive belly dropped down on his lap dramatically, his entire middle blushing a furious red. The stretch marks, thin and scratch-like across his abdomen, began to widened and darken.

Wonder how he’s gonna have that thing

such bullshit his stream only just started getting good

On the model’s lap, red fluid began to weep from the stretch marks. The man screamed as his body began to expel the mass, unable to contain the size and weight of it any longer.

“FUCK, IT’S COMING OUT OF ME!” he bellowed, one of his hands flying to his navel, the other to the underside, his skin opening up beneath his hands. “IT’S COMING, IT’S COMING!”

Nebula exited the stream. Their mouth felt glued shut. They felt a vague sense of horror envelope them like a wet blanket. It must have been terrible to go through all that only to get that big. The model didn’t even get that large before his body started pushing the teratoma out. It seemed like such a waste.

Nebula wiped the sweat from their brow with the back of their hand. The consolation, they thought, was that Imminent Dad’s growth really wasn’t that big, so it would probably be safe to expel it manually. They might need to get stitched up at a doctor after, but it wasn’t so large that it would kill them. People had done it before.

Someone like Angelique, on the other hand, could not possibly survive expelling a teratoma that large. At its widest point, the growth was much larger than her pelvis, it just had to be. If she was unable to ease her contractions and her body continued to push it…

Nebula removed their glasses so they could rub their tired eyes with the heel of their hand. They pushed the thought out of their mind. Imminent Dad would be fine. People had birthed teratomas much larger than that and been fine.

He probably didn’t even look into preservation techniques, they thought. Absentmindedly, Nebula rubbed their palm against their middle.

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Storm Area 51

Memes are fun and all, but the Storm Area 51 meme has unfortunately landed some people in some serious trouble/danger.

Although most people know it's a joke, this past Tuesday saw a few people attempt to break into area 51 as well as the EIHA facility. Here's the outcome of that:

Denise Kelly, 28, made it in without initially alerting the guards. She decided to venture in to our delicate brood-sac room. A room that no one is ever meant to enter. This room contains a wealth of eggs from various alien species. The presence of a fertile female in the room will immediately wake them all up, and that's exactly what happened. Although Denise was only impregnated with non-lethal breeds, the problem was that she was impregnated by 57 breeds at once. As you can imagine, that posed a bit of a spacing dilemma with them.

As soon as Denise had entered the room, our alarm sounded, but by the time we got there she was already in the state you can see in the picture. She was wearing profusely, moaning loudly, and thick blue veins had erupted all over her belly. Through her pained breaths she attempted to call for help, but it was far too late for her, a second later she split open, gushing a tonne of alien embryos all over the floor.

Next there was Susan Wells, who managed to get herself impregnated with multiple experimental breeds. This caused her belly to swell with a huge amount of alien amniotic fluid. Luckily we managed to get to her in time, and have been draining her belly as fast as we can. Susan, however, is in a near vegetive state, as the amount of alien chemicals attempting to influence her mind and body are overwhelming her physiology. Despite our instant care of her, it's unlikely she'll make it.

Rachel Bowman managed to escape the compound again after getting impregnated. She later proudly posted her enlarged body on social media, boasting of her alien motherhood. Even though the breed she got impregnated with isn't the most dangerous, it still poses a threat to society if she births it in the wild. A team has been sent out to track her down from these posts.

Ellie Holden was another escapee who managed to get herself impregnated with our newly formed, very rare, Armistus embryo. Armistus is a very hard alien to find or synthesise and releasing one has set our research back months. Armistus enjoys a strong, testosterone-fuelled host, so what will likely happen in the coming weeks is, Ellie will work out excessively and become extremely strong and muscled. It is important our team finds her before she becomes too difficult to contain.

Some people escaped without realising they'd gotten impregnated. Some aliens have an offset reaction and don't trigger until days later. This happened to Kenya Minto, a college student who travelled in to participate in the raid. She thought it would be a funny thing to do for clout, but the day after she left she began to feel these strange sensations in her lower belly. Like Rachel, Kenya documented this on social media, although she was clearly a lot more worried than Rachel was. Kenya had begun to hear from her friends that they were experiencing strange sensations and swelling. As soon as Kenya's belly started swelling, she snapped an anxious pic and posted to Snapchat.

All these surviving girls are being tracked down. You can send an ask to the page if you'd like to know the updates on them.

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.

Video idea: tummy alien xD

Yknow... i had this weird dream where i got these lil alien suckers on my mouth. Got pumped full of eggies... glad it was just a dream!...it was a dream right...?

Too Many Babies, Too Much Movement

My belly is a dense mass of misshapen flesh distending from my lap, its roundness deformed with the bulges, valleys, and plains across its surface that are caused by baby bodies and heads pressing against it. It towers over me, my own fearsome fertility glaring down at me, the hideous pressure inside from seven, eight, maybe more, fetuses making me moan pitifully.

Then the babies move.

I can’t withhold a wail of agony as my massive abdomen begins to churn visibly on my lap, the sound one of horror as much as it is one of pain. My belly is churning, the flesh undulating in front of me, my mass of unborn children writhing in a pile inside me. My uterus bulges, feet and heads and hands distorting the already deformed surface of my flesh with their movements, the entire mass alive with eager internal activity.

I’m moaning constantly, a pitiful and helpless cry of despair and agony emanating from my throat like a siren. My entire body had been colonized by these babies, my breasts engorged for their milk, my hips widened for their birth, my poor belly blown up and out and destroyed for their gestation. I know that after they’re born I will never look the same, I will be forever transformed by the incredible pregnancy I’ve been made to endure.

The babies won’t stop. It feels like I’m going to pop. There are so many packed in there, the babies piled on top of each other, squirming and kicking against each other, that my belly is warping grotesquely as it leers down at me. My voice is a guttural groan, throaty and coarse as my mind reels at the thought of being ripped open. My skin burns, already stretched way beyond its limit and aching terribly as my children torture it further with their aggressive movements. Desperately, I reach up and grab whatever painful bulges jutting out from my mound that I can reach, trying to push the babies’ limbs and heads back inside me, my belly so large that I can’t reach the softball-sized protrusions at the top of my womb.

My belly jerks in my arms, the entire mass heaving from side to side as if trying to escape from my grasp. My breasts, painfully engorged and massively enlarged, are pressed up into my face and threaten to smother me. I feel wetness trailing down the impressive curves of my tits and the front downward slope of my belly, and I know it’s because the pressure has caused my nipples to gush milk from their enormous supply.

I want to give birth. I want to get them out. But I can’t. They’re not done growing. They need to be bigger.

It’s my fate to my taken over by babies. I am a slave to pregnancy.