"I- I'm Not Pregnant," The Boy Insisted, Clutching His Contracting Dome Of A Belly. It Had Been Sagging

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...

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 :(

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.

imagine you start a new form of birth control, and at first you think it’s working just fine. it even has the added benefit of completely stopping your period. your libido has ramped up a bit as well, but you have an *extremely successful* social life. that’s what the bc is for in the first place.

all is well until about a month after you start it, when you start noticing some… interesting weight gain. you’d shrug it off as another symptom of the bc, but you want to be sure, so you take a test. negative, thank god. aside from the slight paranoia, your partners certainly don’t seem to mind the soft, supple changes.

but you keep growing. within a week, you’re having to find larger pants and bras/binders to make room for your new curves. to say your tummy is noticeable would be putting it lightly.

you arrive at the doc’s office. she openly stares at you when she sees you, and lets you know that she’s going to do an ultrasound on you. you let her know that you’ve taken three tests at this point, all of them negative. she laughs nervously.

“I think you might be having an… unexpected reaction to the new birth control.”

she explains that what may have happened is, rather than fully stopping your cycle, the birth control locked you into the stage of the cycle you were experiencing when you started it. which, in your case, seems to have been ovulation.

“In other words, I think you may have been ovulating nonstop for the past two months. I’d guess that’s an egg or two every week, maybe three,” she says, as she places the wand on your sensitive midriff and begins sliding it around.

“Out of curiosity,” she says with an edge in her voice, “how frequently have you been sexually active?” you try not to notice how pale her face has gone.

you’re starting to feel a little dizzy from all this new information. you let her now that, before you started the new stuff, you’d average about one hook-up a week, maybe twice with an fwb, but with your upped sexual drive… it’s been a bit more than that.

she looks at the screen, and goes even paler. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re already laying down. No good way to say this, so I’ll just show you.”

she turns the screen to you.

you faint before you’re able to finish counting.

Pictures of a bith of twins. Her belly is extended to the max and so low.

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

If you suddenly find yourself swelling, your midsection unyielding - especially if you feel fluttering or movement under your hands - regardless of your gender, please message me!

Had an erotic dream set in an aquarium, where my partner and I spent the entire trip fantasizing about them getting pregnant by different large sea creatures.

I dont think that's much to ask.