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I was at work when it happened. I’m a genetic scientist, fairly tall, black hair, fairly sized breasts. I’ve always been told my most striking feature was my eyes, a piercing blue, with an unrelenting fire. Pretty, but in an approachable way. I think that may have been why they chose me…

I was in the middle of trying to figure out a genetic code. If we could just isolate the once piece, the one thing wrong with these cells, we could find the cure… I heard the door behind me open, but ignored it, assuming it was a co-worker. Suddenly, my arms were grabbed by someone, pulled behind me. I started struggling, tried to scream, but one of my attackers covered my face with a cloth, and I immediately recognized the smell of chloroform. Dizziness overtook me, and before long, darkness claimed my senses.

I woke up hours later. I had been stripped naked, my clothes sprawled around the lab. My groin ached, lips throbbing and swollen. Tears pricked at my eyes as I reached down, feeling my feminine opening. As soon as my fingers touched my lips, I felt pleasure streak up my body. Jerking my hand away, I took deep breaths, until the sensation faded entirely. I decided to examine myself later, and set about gathering my clothes.

When I tried to slip my pants back on, I noticed something worrisome. They didn’t fit like they were supposed to. Just a little bit too tight. But it seemed like the more I tried to force them to button, the more impossible it became. After trying for half an hour, they no longer even zipped all the way. I walked to one of the walls that had a mirror on it, and looked at myself.

Things had changed. My belly had acquired a roundness to it. Hesitantly, I reached down, feeling the small bulge that had grown. It was firm, unyielding. I couldn’t be… pregnant? No… I was…. well, had been… a virgin. Even if I was pregnant, it would be impossible for me to be growing this fast. And yet, here I was, a gently rounding midsection, something that very clearly wasn’t just pudge.

I felt my heartbeat increasing in spite of myself. This was so bizarre, so unreal. It had to be some sort of dream. The harsh buzz of panic began to flow through me…

And them, almost as though the adrenaline had caused some sort of reaction, I felt a surge of pressure from inside me, as well as a burst of pure pleasure. I watched in horror as my womb pushed out even further, whatever I had been impregnated with growing at an alarming rate. I felt my nether regions reacting favorably to this, the lubrication flooding my tunnel as the feeling of my unwanted pregnancy stretching me from the inside out created an intense sensation, like somebody was vigorously massaging my clit.

But even as I felt my body beginning to tense, getting alarmingly close to an orgasm, the panic continued to mount. My belly had continued to push out. I looked no more than four months at the beginning of this, but in the last minute or two, I had swelled rapidly, now looking seven or eight months along. The more freaked out I became, the faster I seemed to grow, and the more pleasure raced through me. Almost like whatever was inside me was feeding off of…

“It’s… feeding… off… my… panic… Ahhhh!” I found myself speaking aloud, crying out, loosing track of what I was thinking and what I was saying. The raw terror coursing through me over what I was going through combined with the pleasure quickly building to an orgasmic crescendo was overriding my senses, making it impossible to control myself. Indeed, that was probably the point.

My belly was swollen to nine months at least, and the tension inside of me gave. An orgasm crashed through my body, much to my shame. It was the most powerful one I’d ever experienced, rippling from my over-taxed belly, up through my chest, down to my toes, my whole body consumed in a merciless fire of ecstasy. As the orgasm ended, however, something worse began.

Already drenched in sweat, I let out a grunt as pain lanced through my body. A quiet popping sound from within me, and water gushed from my over-sensitive opening. It drenched my pants and panties, and I knew what was coming next. My phone was on my desk across the room, and I didn’t dare assume that I would have time to get to a hospital before I had to birth whatever was inside me. I stripped naked in the lab, and got the last of my clothing off just in time, as I felt the thing that had been forced into me part my cervix, slowly descending into my birth canal.

I laid back, caught off guard by how much this hurt. I thought it would be as pleasurable as development had been, maybe some form of defense mechanism. But as another contraction ripped through my belly, I screamed in agony, the thing slipping another inch. I aimed my feminine opening at the same full-length mirror wall I had examined myself in but a few short minutes before. I saw my lips were puffy and swollen, every part of me ready to birth this horrible thing I’d been forced to carry.

Another contraction, and I have to push. The unknown thing makes slow progress, and every tiny amount of distance burns like acid. My whole body aches from the rapid growth of this creature, and I still am barely able to comprehend what’s happening. Who did this? Why?

There’s no time to wonder this, try to figure any of it out, because another spasm wracks my body. I desperately push, gaining another inch, then another. It almost feels like it’s trying to hold itself back, not go too far. It’s still moving past my cervix, although it feels almost half-way out of me by now. The labor is taking forever, and as quickly as gestation brought me to orgasm, every instant of this is pure agony.

Another contraction comes too soon, and I scream at the top of my lungs, as my vagina finally visibly pushes outward, ever so slowly, tiny bit by tiny bit. Whatever it is inside me, it’s at last pushing against the entrance of my body. I have time between contractions, but tragically it’s not to rest.

The thing is much longer than a human child, and the back-most part of it is still in my womb. I grunt, feeling something inside my birth canal bulge. Then, I feel something moving back up. Almost like it’s slipping backwards through the thing in my laboring body. I groan in agony as it moves further and further into my female tunnel, until it’s pressing against my cervix. The groans turn to screams as it pushes whatever it is past the barrier to my womb, using the body of what I’m currently trying to birth as a conduit for easier passage.

I feel it enter my belly, and as soon as it does, I have another contraction. Past the pain, I feel the rest of it emerge from my cervix, and the head begins to crown, opening me wider than I’ve ever been before. I scream, bearing down on the thing, as it slowly spreads my delicate womanhood to accommodate it’s girth. “Please! Please get OOOOUUUUUUTTTTTT!”

It stops, feeling like one more push should get the head out. I pant, trying to regain my energy for the next agonizing contraction. When it comes, I bear down as best as I can, feeling a hideous burn as the rest of the head slowly slips from my body.

I look down, and regret doing so. Whatever I was impregnated with, it was clearly not human. It’s dark blue, with eyes that are pure black with speckles of color. They head looks almost like that of a cat, but with no hair. I don’t have long to think on it, as my belly spasms, signaling that it’s time to end this. I cry out, tears running down my face as I push in spite of my exhaustion. One shoulder pops out. Shortly after, the other. The rest of the baby slips from my body easily, and I lay back, completely out of energy. After a few minutes, I sit up to see what I had brought into this world.

In addition to it’s head, it had 4 paws. It was the size of a human infant, except that it had a long, thick tail, which seemed almost prehensile in nature. A further surprise was that, apparently, there wasn’t an umbilical cord or afterbirth for me to worry about. My womb had also quickly returned to it’s normal shape. The thing walked around the office, becoming acclimated with it’s environment.
Then, one of my co-workers walked in. Her name was Stacy. Blonde, fairly smart, though slightly slower on the uptake. She stared at me in shock. “Wh… why are you naked?!” then she looked over at what I’d birthed. “What is THAT?!”

Before I could say a word, it had pounced at her, grabbing onto her waist with it’s claws. She tried to fight it off, but it bit her hand. Within seconds, she slowly stopped struggling, and fell to the floor. She looked at me, and said “Please… help…” But I was utterly without energy, almost like it was being drained from me, and I could only watch, horrified, as the thing’s tail slipped under her skirt.

“It… oh god… Susan, it’s inside me… Susan, it’s going into my body. What is it doing to me?” She began to pant. “Susan… it’s so deep… it’s… ugh… pushing against my cervix… it’s… It’s trying to push past… Oh god, don’t let it in…” I started to say something, only to feel motion inside my belly. Something was shifting. Then, I heard muffled cracks. Whatever it had forced inside me was hatching.

To be continued…
Liked by Akhenaten (Jun 2, 2016)
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I had only just finished giving birth. I thought, maybe, at least that nightmare was over. But now, even though my belly was once again flat, I felt movement. I groaned as something shifted. And I heard a muffled cracking noise from inside myself. As I had birthed the monstrosity, something had been forced back into my body, pushed into my still laboring womb by the creature that I was still struggling to push out.

My co-worker Stacy, who had been attacked by the monster shortly after it had emerged, let out a sob. My gaze returned to her, and took in what was happening to her. She weakly struggled against the creature, seeming to be some form of hairless cat, dark blue in color, and with hands instead of paws. The reason for her distress was the thing’s tail, which had slid up her skirt, and out of sight.

“Susan… please help, it’s inside me… It’s doing something to me…” The thing had bitter her, and now it seemed she was mostly paralyzed. Capable only of basic speech and primal reactions. I saw more of the tail disappear up her skirt, and as she grunted in discomfort, she seemed to be unaware that her legs spread a bit wider. Almost like, as her mind cried out at the invasion of her body, her physical self welcomed it.

More of the tail went into her, and she cried out in despair, her fingers curling. “Susan it’s all the way in! It’s… ugh… its right up against my womb… Help, oh god help me…” I was too exhausted from my recent ordeal. I could only stare in slow realization and disgust as I saw a Lump appear at the bade of the creatures tail, and it began panting. It let out a small huff of breath, and the lump inched down, closer to the woman it was buried inside of.

I was distracted as another shift inside me occurred. And then another. Whatever I had been impregnated… re-impregnated… with, it was eager to hatch. Another cracking sound, and then I felt an odd heat began to spread from inside me. Another cracking sound, and it spread even faster. As the pleasant, burning heat filled my womb, I felt it begin to flow through the rest of me, seeming to target my most vulnerable areas. My breasts began to throb, my belly tingled, my opening began to grow wet and slippery.

I realized that, in addition to an embryo, the egg seemed to contain some form of potent aphrodisiac. I started to tremble, raw lust beginning to overwhelm my senses, and I began to struggle against the haze of potential pleasure coursing through me. More of the shell broke, whatever was hatching struggling, and I began to sweat, every little motion of the thing inside my womb causing spikes of pleasure to course through me.

Stacy screamed, and I returned my gaze to her. Her hips were moving up and down weakly, as though trying to bounce the creature out of her. The young woman’s fingers had curled into claws, she wore a pained expression. The swelling in the creature’s tail had disappeared from view, but I was willing to bet where it had gone.

“It’s… It’s putting something in me!” Another huff of effort from my unwanted child, and her eyes opened even wider. “It’s going deeper! Susan… is this like those stories? Oh god, is it laying an egg inside me?!”

Just then, a surge of motion from within myself. I curled into a ball, my feminine lips practically dripping with sheer arousal, and I felt the beast inside rip free from it’s egg. Within a few seconds, a sharp pain as it attached itself to my womb. I couldn’t prove it, but somehow I knew it was done. I was pregnant with another one of these things. Another one of the same horrible creatures impregnating Stacy in front of me.

My thoughts blurred. It was hard to focus. I knew that, as long as I stayed calm, the creature’s growth would be slowed. But, it was hard. I was so horny… and it was almost impossible not to panic. What if… what if this creature, as it came out, made another one? What if I was just stuck like this, just transitioning from getting pregnant and giving birth forever…

I moaned as I felt the embryo react to my unchecked emotion. It grew, a small hard spot inside getting larger quickly. I tried to get myself under control, as pleasure once again began to surge through me due to the growth. By the time I got it to stop, I felt it pressing against the walls of my uterus, already almost in my second trimester. I ran my hand over my belly, and past the rivers of sensation my over-sensitive skin fed back to me, I felt my core was firm and hard with my rapid pregnancy.

Sweat was already beading on my skin, and pleasure continued to course through my body from every little movement. But I kept myself under control. Bit by bit, I crawled toward the frightened blonde woman currently being violated by my horrible offspring.

Tears were running down her face, and she looked at me with pleading desperation. I carefully reached down and lifted her skirt. The creature’s tail had deftly moved aside her striped panties, and was buried into her womanhood. The bump… most likely the same kind of egg I’d been impregnated with, was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is the egg inside you? How deep is it” Stacy shook her head slightly, and said in the tiniest, terrified whisper: “It’s at my cervix. It’s been trying to push it in. You’ve been over there, groaning and stuff, for a few minutes, and it got it there pretty fast. Every time it tries, I feel it make a little more progress…”

Just then, her whole body shuddered, as the cat-like thing let out another huff of exertion, and more tears appeared in it’s victim’s eyes. “It’s going, it’s pushing against me, oh god oh god please don’t let it make me pregnant, oh it hurts it hurts it huuuuuuurts…” Her beautiful eyes close, and I watch as her fingers curl, her legs lift from the floor, sweat beads on her forehead. I decide to pull the creature out, when suddenly, it lets out a pleased “Churrup!” sound, and Stacy’s eyes fly open again. “Oh god NO! NOOOOOOOOO! It got past, it’s… it’s pushing into me! Oh no it’s inside my belly! NOOOOOOO!”

I quickly lift her skirt further, and see the bulge just over her curly blonde pubic hair, the egg the creature is forcing in. I can do nothing but watch in horror as it pushes deeper, while Stacy screams in pain and fear, before it disappears, finally finding the space to sit in her now tainted womb.

The creature pulls out without ceremony, and returns to wandering aimlessly around the room, uncaring of the woman that it just forced to carry it’s child as she screamed and cried. I was furious. If nothing else, I was going to see this thing dead. I began to crawl toward it, red pulsing around the edges of my vision. I could feel the heat of anger, pulsing through me. I could feel my rage sitting in my stomach, filling me up more and more. It felt so good. So good I could feel my belly beginning to tighten. Like I was about to have an orgasm…

The realization hit me too late. I collapsed onto my side, holding my quickly swelling belly. The monster inside me was eating my rage just as happily ass it ate my panic, and I now had a gravid orb, one that was growing more every second. And it had grown so much so fast, I felt the pleasure like a burning fire, consuming every thought and fear in an inferno of orgasmic buildup. My body was on full primal instincts, it didn’t care what it was, it only knew I felt amazing and womanly, growing so quickly with life.

Thoughts that weren’t mine raced through my head. It felt so good to be pregnant. It felt so right. Like it’s what I was made for, made to do. Having my belly swollen and full, squirming with a child was incredible, as if all the research I’d been doing was a waste, that happiness lied in letting myself be impregnated…

And then there was no thoughts. The baby continued to grow, filling my over-sensitive womb, and all the tension released in one devastating wave. As I slowly achieved my third trimester, I cried out in ecstasy, my womb contracting again and again as I came. The thing inside me moved, almost like it was massaging me from within, and brought me to new heights. Sweat poured, tears fell from me, I felt my juices leaking from between my legs, and time was lost for a while.

When I came back, I seemed eight months pregnant, full and heavy and tired. I focused on the world around me, to hear Stacy close to me, crying. “It hatched, oh god it hatched inside me, everything is so hot, I can’t think, oh I’m pregnant, a monster raped me pregnant and Susan grew so fast, and now she’s passed out and now I’M growing, god why am I growing so fast and it feels… so… ugh… good… why…”

I looked over. Stacy’s long blond hair was matted to her body, drenched with sweat and panting. Her eyes were barely focused. She was still fully clothed, but the panicked scientist’s belly was visible, the embryo inside the egg she’d had forced into her fertile womb clearly taking root. Stacy’s cheeks were flushed red, and she was panting, losing control to the panic of her situation and the aphrodisiac.

Tears continued to run down her face, as she locked eyes with me. “Susan… Susan I can’t… can’t… It’s making me cum! I don’t know why… I… ugh… hah… CUM… I’M CUMMING!” One hand flew to her rapidly growing belly, the other forming a fist on the ground. She was wearing flip-flops, and as she reactively spread her legs wide open, her toes curled as every part of her was overwhelmed by the crushing force of her pleasure.

I could see her panties, and I watched as they slowly darkened, her over-sensitive folds producing too much lubrication, as her orgasm mounted and her baby grew quickly. I had never talked with Stacy much, but for some reason, as both our bodies filled with life, and she orgasmic fiercely in front of me, I couldn’t help but think that she was beautiful.

As the rapidly swelling scientist’s orgasm continued, I hauled my swollen body next to her, and rested my hand on her tight, hot belly. I felt movement, both her spasming abdominal muscles, and her child.

Then I felt movement within myself, and a mounting pleasure. I tried to figure out what was causing the feeling of increasing pressure inside, what the alien creature in my body was feeding off of, to grow. My belly button poked out, I felt the weight inside begin to shift down. I didn’t want to birth again. But it was going to happen soon, and the panic of that realization got me the rest of the way there.

The pleasure stopped. Now, there was only the ache of the child’s weight on my over-taxed cervix, and the tension of my first impending contraction. Then, I felt Stacy’s belly-button pop out under my hand. Her orgasm was ending, but I could tell it was too late. She hadn’t stopped being high on emotion since she was first attacked, and so while I’d been fighting it, and ultimately failing, her pregnancy had progressed without interruption.

“I’m so full…” She moaned, putting her hand over mine. “Susan, it’s almost time… I… I didn’t want this to happen… But, the reason I was coming up here, the reason I ever heard something was happening, was because I wanted to tell you something…” She groaned, as all the weight shifted down. “I wanted to tell you I thought you were pretty. I wanted to ask you out sometime.”

I was shocked. And then my first contraction hit like a steel trap. Stacy gasped next to me, as I felt her belly tighten under my hand. Just like before, this was a cruel labor, the labor of a creature that doesn’t care if you survive birth, only that it gets born. But As the next contraction hit, I felt the laboring blonde’s hand rest on my belly, caressing it gently. “I’m… AH! I’m here for you… NGH! … Susan…”

I tried to respond, but my labor left no room for words. This was the second time I’d done this today, and I was already exhausted. My water broke on the next contraction, pouring out of my birth canal, soaking the floor in front of me. A cry of pain from next to me, and Stacy’s amniotic fluids mingled with my own. I felt the terrible pressure of the creature’s head pushing against my cervix, and I had to spread my legs wide, preparing for the thing to emerge.

I was touching shoulders with the unfortunate girl next to me, but when she saw I was trying to spread my legs, and that I didn’t have room, she lifted her leg, and placed it over mine, without removing her hand from my hot, straining mound. I, in turn, held hers, stroking it softly, even as I felt her muscles tighten, and herd her grunt in pain. For better or worse, we were going to birth these abominations together.

I felt my tunnel begin to spread, the baby inside burning, once again spreading what seemed to be an acidic mucous over every painful inch it moved. I bore down, pushing with all my might, and the horrible thing slid a bit more down my aching birth canal.

I had only a few seconds after that contraction before I was pushing again, the thing I had been forced to birth seeming to intentionally move as little as possible. Stacy was struggling, this being an understandably horrifying experience. “It huuuurts… Oh no, please, make it not hurt so much… please baby, come out…” Her fingernails dug into my swollen, laboring abdomen as she pushed, and I did what I could to comfort her, even as I myself bore down. My latest offspring (please god let it be the last one…) was half-way down my aching tunnel, I wanted nothing more than to have to out. I remembered what happened before, and wanted to birth as fast as possible, to prevent it from happening again.

But the monster was only going to come out so fast. The next spasm came, and I pushed, getting it a bit further. I still felt it slithering out of my cervix, the tail still lodged inside. The beautiful woman next to me began to scream, and I somehow knew what was happening. I moved my hand to her head, stroking her hair as she began to cry out. “What is that? It’s pushing something back in! No, get out of me! I don’t want anything else! Please…. PLEASE!!!”

I had to push again, but I felt her throw her head back as her barrier to her vulnerable womb was broken, and I heard her howl of agony as she realized that this was only the first time she would experience this. The creature began to reach my opening, I felt is starting to force my swollen lips out. Another painful push, and it began to crown. And, much to my surprise, I felt the end of it’s tail emerge from my cervix.

Could it be? Was it only twice? Was I done? Well, I wasn’t done yet. The burning of my opening told me that much. The beautiful laboring blonde next to me was screaming, saying the baby was coming, it was starting to crown. I myself began my next contraction, and felt the small burning ring grow larger, as I continued to force the parasitic infant from me.

Stacy’s hand moved down from my belly, down to my wet gash, being slowly pushed wider by the child. She felt the emerging head, and I felt her gentle fingertips as I had to push yet again, touching me softly, delicately, even as this creature cruelly ravaged my soft, sensitive opening. The next push opened me fully, my tunnel tight around the thing’s head. I knew it wouldn’t be long, only a bit further.

I let my own hand wander between contractions, exploring this new contact we made. Only to be worried. Stacy had never removed her panties, and as my hand slid up her skirt, I felt soaking wet cloth, straining to contain the monster that was emerging from between the frightened woman’s swollen folds. I tried to pull them aside, but my next contraction came, and as the burning increased, followed by an agonizing rush as the head emerged, I felt her push, felt the creature slide forward, only for her panties to slowly, inexorably push it back into her.

My labor was relentless, and all I could do was rest my hand over her soaked loins, trying to comfort her while I finished birthing, even as I felt her shaking hand doing what it could to help ease my own pain. The shoulders were the hardest, it felt like I was tearing in two. I was so tired, I barely had the strength to get it out. But finally, with a little help from Stacy, first one shoulder, than the other slipped out, followed quickly by the rest of it, looking exactly like it’s father.

I allowed myself to rest for only a few moments, quickly moving between the clothed girl’s legs, and gazing at what was happening. Her panties were soaked, and now had small holes where the strain of the emerging child was beginning to tear them. I saw the thing between her lips begin to push out again, straining the fabric, only to have it immediately pushed back. “Please… help…” Stacy gasped. I could tell she didn’t have much left in her.

“This is probably going to hurt” I said, and then grabbed the crotch of her undergarments, and using every bit of strength I had left, ripping them. Underneath, her golden pubic hair had been matted to her skin by a combination of her own lubrication, sweat, and amniotic fluids. Her lips were swollen, puffy, and clearly bulging outwards, pushed by the thing she was struggling to birth. I could see a tiny tear-drop shaped opening, with a bit of blue inside, where the baby was beginning to open her.

I was amazed and a little concerned to find myself thinking that this was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I found myself wondering how she’s going to look when she gives birth again, that maybe I should take her up on that date… These were all things I could deal with later. Right now, I needed to help support her with this birth. I reached out, held one hand, rested the other on her vaganal lips, gently, and told her to push when she was ready.

The baby made good progress, thankfully. She crowned quickly, the creature rapidly sliding forward, until the head emerged. Over the next few contractions, the shoulders slowly emerged, and then the rest of the cat-like creature slid out of her womanhood in a rush.

“Oh god… Oh, is it over… Susan, I’m so tired…” I knew she needed to sleep. And… I think I had other things I needed to do. “Sleep. There’s another one, but then it’ll be over. It’s ok, it won’t grow for a while.” She thanked me, so much trust and love in her eyes.

As the still-pregnant beauty drifted off, I found myself buzzing with energy. I had learned so much. About these creatures. About the world. About myself.

Without getting dressed, I walked to my equipment. I began to take notes, draw plans. I could see now. I would never discover what I needed to know with my current research path. Maybe that’s what my attackers were trying to show me. I needed to study life in order to save life. The others would call me crazy. Say I was mad, that I would never get volunteers…

The creatures the two of us has birthed followed me. Not attacking. I think it’s because they knew I did not mean them harm anymore. I needed them, they were too important to my research…

I would show Stacy when she woke up. I already had it planned, she would be my assistant. The birth may hurt, but there was still something exotic about it. And I would show her how good it felt to grow, to be pregnant, to swell. All building to the climax, the agonizing pressure of birth. I was becoming aroused just thinking about it… the feeling of something slipping into me, and then later, when it’s ready, back out…

I had found my path. It must follow it. I would do these experiments, show how far human genetics could go, how amazing and powerful women were, we who could give life. This is how I would make the world a better place.

Basic studies showed that these creatures had a substance that let any seed be implanted successfully into any womb… the applications of this were amazing… Stacy will be waking up soon. She keeps rubbing at her stomach even though she’s still unconscious, the egg will likely hatch soon.

Then, I will help her carry the child as pleasurably as possible. Deliver it. And I’ll tell her my plans. She’ll see the brilliance of it. She’ll have to.
She’ll see it’s necessary, that we do these pregnancy experiments. All types of girls, all ages, all races. That we’ll be doing them a favor. Get them pregnant in all sorts of ways, with all sorts of different kinds of offspring… We must know, we must see.

We must know for science.
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