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…
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…