It’s a wonderful day out, and I decide to go for a jog. I put on a tight pair of shorts and a t shirt, and bounce lightly out of the door, the beauty of the air around me entrancing me. The air, just warm enough, sun gently radiating soft warmth, and I listen to music as I move across town at a brisk pace. Boys are staring at me as I ran past, as they often do. I’m almost six feet tall, well tanned and with flowing golden blonde hair, so I’m hardly surprised. They’ve have been staring at me for as long as I can remember, and it’s always so easy to get my way looking this good.
I think back, over the years, all the things I’d gotten away with after a wink and a smile. There was this one super-religious Hispanic girl in middle school, I used to tease her all the time, and actually beat her up once. But when she told on me, I just looked down, said I was super sorry, and let the principle get a good look down my shirt, get an eyeful of my freshly blooming boobs. I got away with it, and Maria or whatever her name was threatened to get back at me, before she got transferred to the Catholic school across town. She actually just recently disappeared, if I remember correctly. Serves her right.
Then there was the nerdy redhead when I was fifteen. Broke into her locker and burned her whole Magic collection she loved so much, and stole her Gameboy. When she tried to prove it was me, I shot a little innuendo at the VP, and a little nipple at the police, and nothing came out of it. Then she got knocked up and expelled the next year, it was hilarious.
Truly, the universe seems to go out of its way to reward me.
Now I’m freshly graduated, nineteen and glorious, just starting the first summer of my adulthood. Collage would start in the fall, but for now, I had nothing but awesome for the next three months. Life is good, and is only looking to get better.
I see a path leading into the woods, and I take it on a whim. I don’t often really take in the nature around the town. Of course, part of that is because of the sill superstitions in this area. Weird things seem to happen a lot, but only rarely to boys. A lot of the girls town, however, are given dire warnings about locking our doors, not going into the woods, and other such nonsense.
But today, the world is almost as perfect as me, and I feel unstoppable. I’m kind of surprised I haven’t done this more often. The woods are incredible, so many colors and interesting plants, and I actually slow down my jog and take off my headphones to appreciate the world around me. I actually wander for some time, until I see a smaller path off to the side. Curiosity seizes me, and I follow it.
I’m awestruck by what I see. In the middle of these woods, a huge clearing sits with a single tree in the middle, and a small stream flowing through it. I walk into it, and see there’s a faded backpack leaning against the tree, long abandoned. As I actually walk into the clearing, I can feel energy buzzing around me, raw potential, power, if only I could reach out to it.
I near the tree, and notice it seems far older than any other tree bordering the clearing. I continue to explore, and see the stream looks beautiful, fast-moving and clear. I realize I haven’t had anything to drink since I left my house, and approach the water, deciding to take a drink. I kneel down, the water babbling, and drink deeply, the liquid cool and delicious, quickly curing my parched throat.
Seconds later, I heard a chuckle, seeming to come from all around me at the same time. I stood quickly, searching for the source of the laughter, but saw nothing. I forced myself to calm down, and strode to the tree, delighting in the feeling of the sun, uninhibited by any branches, warming my whole body. I lay on the grass, deciding that this was as good a place as any to take a break. The bright orb in the sky warmed my whole body, it’s rays touching every inch of my body.
Every inch… every… huh… it’s weird, but… I can feel specific parts of me heating up more than others. I start to breathe more deeply as a strong sensation began to radiate through me, smiling softly as I recognize it for what it is, though totally unaware of why it was hitting me now. I feel my nipples harden, my womanhood starting to lubricate itself, as arousal begins to make itself known. I was totally clueless of what was setting me off.
“Maybe I’m a nature-phile, or whatever they’re called…” I muttered to myself, letting my hands run over my tingling body. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and… well, there wasn’t really anyone here, was there? I smile to myself slyly, unbuttoning my pants, and letting my delicate fingers work their way under my panties, through my little golden tuft of hair down below. “There are worse things to get wet over, I guess…” I begin to rub my folds, amazed at how sensitive they are. Every little touch is sending lighting through my sex, digging hooks into my belly, and I can already feel the tension starting to ratchet up.
I find my nub, stowed away under her little hood as always. “You know you can’t hide from me, sweety…” I groan, and begin to massage my clit firmly, making pleasure lance deep into my core. As I masturbate, marveling and delighting in my hyper-sensitive… well, everything, I think of my conquests. I’d been naked with a boy, given some blowies, gotten eaten out, and have both given and received many orgasms. But I’d never had sex. If I’m honest with myself, I’m terrified of being pregnant.
I begin to breathe heavily, and I can feel sweat beading on my forehead, as I increase my tempo. My dripping entrance starts making wet noises, and I can’t help letting out little gasps as I feel a pressure building inside me, tension and a potent heat building within my body. The tension, I’m familiar with, but the heat is new. I love my body, love everything about what it’s doing. I’m beautiful, and young, with so much life ahead. That’s why I’ve gotten penetrated. A baby inside me would ruin it all, and I couldn’t stand it if it happened.
My long blond hair was fanned out behind me, my fist clenching next to me, my toes curling inside my shoes. I can tell I have a while to go, which amazes me, because I’m already experiencing far more pleasure than I ever have before. The pressure in me builds, heat and electricity flowing through my whole body, and concentrating in my core.
I start to unconsciously thrust my groin forward, letting out quiet cries. “oh… oh… oh… yes… mph… yes… so good…” My body knows that this kind of ecstasy can only be brought by sex, by breeding, and it’s trying to get the penis it knows must be there, must be making these feelings inside me. Deep inside, right up against my womb, where it can shoot it’s seed deep in me and make me preg… what? “No, that’s not right…” I murmer to myself, before gasping as pleasure grips my belly like a fist. I’m starting to get close, but I’m a little scared of what the orgasm will bring. If this session is THIS good, I’m afraid I’ll hurt myself in the climax that this pure, unfiltered pleasure will bring me.
My fingers continue to dance over my secret girlfriend, noting it feels a little bigger than normal, my lips a bit puffier, and the more I touch, the better if feels. My t-shirt is sticking to me, I’m positively drenched, and it’s even starting to creep up a little bit. I guess I’m thrusting myself forward harder than I thought, pulling my shirt up by accident. But I don’t care to fix it, there’s too much that’s more important right now.
Spasms of feeling come from the furrow between my legs, increasing every feeling inside me, the pressure, and the warm, growing sensation. I feel like I’m filling up, like something is getting bigger and bigger inside me, making my whole body ripe and wonderful and perfect. Exactly how I should be, how every woman should be…
“Oh, it’s so good… yes… YES…” My shirt feels like it’s fitting funny, but I ignore it. I probably just messed it up more in my ecstasy. I’ve never been this close to orgasm for this long. I’d been playing with my naughty best friend for so long it almost hurt, my opening was swollen and puffy, my body aching for release. Everything keeps growing, I keep growing, desperately trying to finish, to climax. “Please…” I moan desperately, to nobody but my own body.
I feel a spasm inside me, and I move my hand to my belly, clenching my fingers on it. Something feels wrong, my belly is round, firm… poking out way further than it should… Before I can linger on it, intense bolts of pleasure course up from my loins, settling in my center, making the pressure increase to the breaking point. I feel my belly grow under my hand, even as I scream, feeling that I’m on the very edge of my orgasm.
I look down, and see a massive, gravid belly, my t-shirt utterly failing to cover my clearly pregnant midrff. I watch it grow a little more, my belly button popping out, showing I’m almost ready to give birth. I can see stretch marks all over my once flawless skin. I stop touching myself, quickly pull my hand out from under my panties, even as the tension remains. What happened to me? How did I get pregnant? And this fast?
Another spasm, and I gasp, pleasure racing through my being from the sensation of baby inside me moving. Again. And again. A final nudge, and the tension within me finally lets loose. I scream at the top of my lungs, as a crushing, mind-blowing orgasm takes me. Time is lost to me for some time, the undeniable force of my climax blasting into me, the feeling of my now swollen, mysteriously impregnated womb rhythmically contracting only somehow enhancing the experience.
Slowly, languidly, I drifted back to myself. I climbed painfully to my knees, every muscle sore, half from the ferocity of my masturbation, and half from my advanced pregnancy. I dragged myself to the tree, bracing myself against it, staring at what had happened.
When? How? Before I got any answers, knives in my stomach, a brutal contracting of the muscles in my belly, doubly painful after so much pleasure. I was already going into labor. I began to cry, utterly confused, disgusted, terrified. This was my worst nightmare made real.
“Yes, so I noticed…” A voice, seeming to come from all around me again. “Who’s there” I shout, only to have it cut off by a grunt as another contraction hit. Labor was coming on fast. I heard chuckles. “You’re actually lucky. When I got pregnant here, I didn’t even know how any of this worked. But you’re enough of a skank that you know all about it. Flashing a boob won’t get you out of this situation scott-free, that’s for sure…”
Another spasm, and a terrible ache, deep inside me. The baby was pressing on my cervix, and I began to breathe, trying to stay calm. “Hooo… heeee… hooo… Who… haaaaaa… who are you? What happened… ahhhhh… happened to me?” silence for a moment, heavy with anger, I could feel it in the air. Something powerful was here, something that hated me personally.
“A victim. Even if I told you who I was, you wouldn’t care. But my title is…” Another contraction hit me, squeezing as if every muscle in my body was trying to occupy the same spot in my back, and I cried out. They were already so strong, and it seemed this labor would be just as fast as gestation. “Ha… yes, it hurts, doesn’t it? It’s going to be beautiful watching you give birth, watching you struggle, alone, just as you forced so many others to do. My title, I say, is Maria, Mother of Demons.”
There was so much pressure inside, and as another spasm gripped my over-taxed womb, I felt something finally, mercifully give. I grunted as liquid splashed out from between my legs, soaking my clothes, and I felt the baby’s head settle further down, starting to pass through my strained, now unblocked cervix. “Please…” I begged, tears starting to blur my vision. “Please get it out of me…”
I hear mocking laughter, rich with scorn. “You were the one that drank from the river. You gave yourself this blessing. This is the grove of boundless life, and you eagerly drank deep of its gift. But fear not, it will come out. In due course. Indeed, I believe it’s coming out even now…” With that, my stomach lights up, and I feel my feminine tunnel stretching from within, starting to open with the thing inside my body.
I try not to scream, instead just bearing down on my unwanted offspring. It begins to slide down, filling me, deeper than anything had ever been before. I grab my knees as I push, sobbing, letting my body do what must be done. The child is making fair progress, already half way down my birth canal, I can feel it’s head pushing against my still intact hymen. It won’t be for much longer, however. I was going to lose my virginity to the scalp of my first baby.
The contraction ends, and I tried to breathe. “Hoo… heee… hooo… heee… this is…. Hooo… horrible. Why… what did I dooooOOOOOOOOOO OHGOD!” The baby starts to slide forward again, breaking my hymen with agonizing slowness. I bear down, and I feel my opening starting to bulge as my detested progeny nears my engorged lips and tender opening. “Frankly, darling, you’re a massive bitch.” The voice said. “I’ve been watching you since I became this, and I was disappointed to not you haven’t improved at all. I was taught forgiveness growing up. But then, I’ve learned I was taught a lot that wasn’t true.”
My rest period is far shorter than I would like, and agony streaks across my taut belly, the urge to push driving me relentlessly. I feel burning, aching, stretching, my poor womanhood being mercilessly being forced open by the creature that was ruining my body and my life. I open more and more, crying out to the heavens, and I feel my panties slowing the baby down. My eyes shoot wide, remembering that my shorts and panties are still on.
“Oh, that’s unfortunate…” the voice mocks, a sneer coloring its words. Where’s the baby going to come out to, seeing as how you’ve blocked its only exit. Oh well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out…” This child is going to be born, but it can’t get out… I try to reach down, try to get my clothes off, but another contraction, and I feel the child trying to pass further out. I scream, desperately straining, and feel it pushing the last barrier to my delicate opening away, straining the wet elastic, and it opens me even further, the harsh fire of my most sensitive area parting still wider.
As soon as I stop pushing, I feel the clothes starting to push my child back in, a tiny bit at a time. “Haaaaa… oh god… Ahhhh… no… haaaa…. Heee…. Hooo…. Have to push… the baby…” Once again, the mysterious voice echoed around the clearing “Oh, you just need to push? Well, let me help…” The air around me buzzes, and then, agony inside me, the most powerful contraction I’ve ever had, and I start trying to push through the pain. “There…” I hear it say past the agony blossoming within me. “Now you’ll just keep having this contraction until either the baby is out, or you die. So glad I could help…”
The baby is moving forward by inches, the emerging head flush with my shorts. Now with twice the resistance, pushing makes little progress, but I still have to try. The pain hasn’t stopped, nor has the need to push, but I have to do something… I try to reach down, but my hand is shaking too much. The thing I’ve been forced to carry was burning me lighting everything inside me and between my legs on fire, slowly pushing forward in spite of the barrier. All I manage to do was get a hand on the elastic band under my heaving belly and pull it up and out as far as I could, trying to make enough room.
It seems to work. I push, wrenching at my clothes, and my unwanted, agonizing burden slips forward again. I feel a short burst of motion as the head cleared me, but the contraction hasn’t stopped, I have to keep pushing, there isn’t any rest. I’m getting so tired, trying to push, my whole body in agony, and I feel the shoulders moving forward. I can’t even scream anymore, only sobbing at the pain and exhaustion as my swollen lips are mercilessly stretched again.
One shoulder pops out on my next push. Shortly after, the other one emerges, and then the rest of the baby slips out in a hot, burning, brutal rush. As I lay back, panting, the contraction finally ending, I can feel the newborn between my legs, kicking and thrashing in the prison of my panties. “Hm… you did quite well for your first time…” the voice said. The presence between my legs vanishes suddenly.
“Wha… what did you do? Where’s the baby?” Silence for a moment, then I hear “I took it into my care. Just because her mother is a monster doesn’t mean she needs to suffer for it. And besides, I’m sure you’ll have more to worry about soon enough.
“You see, the blessing you took is a potent one. It’s the river of BOUNDLESS life. It’s gift shall be given until the end of your miserable life. Do you not feel it already?” I wait, trying to sense what was going on with my body past the lingering ache. My midriff is quickly returning to its old shape. Actually, almost exactly like it’s old shape… I watch in fascination as the stretch marks disappear, all the extra skin from my pregnancy disappearing. I look between my legs, and watch in fascination as my vagina returns to normal, the gaping opening returning to a tight, pretty slit. I gasp as I feel a biting pain inside, and I realize my hymen has even regrown.
I’m young and beautiful again. I’m perfect. I can’t contain my joy. I feel myself buzzing with excitement at this new discovery. Lots of excitement. In fact… I notice a pleasant heat radiating from my still tender, freshly healed delicates. My nipples, on breasts that aren’t swollen and heavy with milk, but still the beautiful, soft mounds I’d come to know and love, stiffen slowly, and the light contact with my sweat-covered shirt causes pleasure to slither down my body.
“Ah, there we go. I can see it, the blessing is already starting to take effect…” I heard the invisible woman gleefully announce. “First is the burning passion. It will flow through you, slowly getting more and more intense. Knowing you, I imagine you’ll only be able to fight it off for a day, at most. But as soon as you give in, whether it’s to caress yourself, or enjoy your own body, or even lay with a man, the fertilized egg inside you will begin to gestate. Within an hour you’ll be ready to birth. And then, you shall bear another life into this world. Truly, many would envy the gift you have been given.”
Much to my horror, I can tell she’s right. I can feel myself getting more aroused just standing here. My secret friend, the one who has given me so much joy when alone, is betraying me, becoming stiff, as I feel my tunnel starting to lubricate itself. I can even feel my belly aching to be filled again. Not only am I getting hornier by the second, knowing that as soon as I relieve this burning itch I would start to grow, but by womb is longing to be filled, my whole body wants me to get pregnant again, as soon as possible.
“Please…” I whisper, horrified at my steadily increasing need for sexual contact. “Please help… make it end…” I waited, my nipples straining at my shirt, the slight breeze making me sweat a little, and my opening becoming so moist I can feel it starting to slowly drip into my already soaked panties. “I was taught to have mercy on my enemies, and those I hate…” Maria, a name I start to recognize, says. “But I’ve decided that, once again, my parents lied to me. You screaming as you birthed a baby you never wanted is the most beautiful noise I’ve ever heard.”
I begin to cry, silently. “It’s a noise you’ll make many, many more times, I’m certain…” I turn, and start to walk home, the day that was once so invigorating now shining on a girl who had been twisted, tainted. By the time I get out of the woods I have to struggle to keep my breathing steady, the desire in my loins starting to burn like fire. My clothes have dried off, but I still feel wetness creeping out of me.
I’m half way home, and I’m actually panting, eyeing the boys I pass hungrily. To get one inside me… no! I’ve got to get home, tell mom and dad, maybe they can help… I can feel my wetness starting to run down my thighs, my wiry blond pubic hair is matted to mu crotch by my own juices. I’m indescribably hot, my secret girlfriend is so stiff that she aches, I just want to pet the poor baby, more than anything else…
I’m walking up the front drive, hugging myself tightly to make sure my hands don’t wander. It’s like fire, in my breasts, in my belly, in between my legs… I have to stop after every step. My shorts are soaked in the middle, I’ve been leaking so much juice from my hyper-sensitive slit I look like I peed myself. I open the door, almost accidentally fondle myself as I release the handle. I need to cum, more than I need food or water. I don’t care if I’ll have a baby… I want a baby… no…
Mom and dad left a note, they’ll be back at 8. It’s 6. I’ll be ok. I feel so empty. I leave a wet spot on the couch when I sit down. So wet. Need to get off. Need to have a baby. Want to feel it open me wide. Oh god, I’m disgusting… I want to have a baby, right now, the thought of feeling my water break only gets me more turned on… Surely one little touch won’t hurt… The baby won’t start growing with just a tiny little touch, just to convince my best friend I haven’t forgotten her…
“I’m sorry…” I whisper, as my hand slips down my shorts. “Just for a second, I promise, I’m sorry…” as my fingers pass over my soft, curly pubic hairs, and feel the burning heat of my groin. “I’m sorry…” they find the young lady. She’s happy to see me. I give her a high five, and then we do the secret handshake. “Oh god I’m sorry…” I cry, as warmth fills me…
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Her mom and dad come home at 8, just like they said they would. They see their beautiful blonde daughter in the kitchen, massively pregnant, shorts and panties around her knees. She’s kneeling in a pool of amniotic fluids, a brunette baby head poking from between her legs, spreading her delicate folds wide, head thrown back, screaming “I’M SORRY, OH GOD MOM, DAD, I’M SO SORRY!!!” With a final push, the cursed girl cries out in agony as her second child slips out of the tainted body of its mother in a rush, landing on the floor.
I think back, over the years, all the things I’d gotten away with after a wink and a smile. There was this one super-religious Hispanic girl in middle school, I used to tease her all the time, and actually beat her up once. But when she told on me, I just looked down, said I was super sorry, and let the principle get a good look down my shirt, get an eyeful of my freshly blooming boobs. I got away with it, and Maria or whatever her name was threatened to get back at me, before she got transferred to the Catholic school across town. She actually just recently disappeared, if I remember correctly. Serves her right.
Then there was the nerdy redhead when I was fifteen. Broke into her locker and burned her whole Magic collection she loved so much, and stole her Gameboy. When she tried to prove it was me, I shot a little innuendo at the VP, and a little nipple at the police, and nothing came out of it. Then she got knocked up and expelled the next year, it was hilarious.
Truly, the universe seems to go out of its way to reward me.
Now I’m freshly graduated, nineteen and glorious, just starting the first summer of my adulthood. Collage would start in the fall, but for now, I had nothing but awesome for the next three months. Life is good, and is only looking to get better.
I see a path leading into the woods, and I take it on a whim. I don’t often really take in the nature around the town. Of course, part of that is because of the sill superstitions in this area. Weird things seem to happen a lot, but only rarely to boys. A lot of the girls town, however, are given dire warnings about locking our doors, not going into the woods, and other such nonsense.
But today, the world is almost as perfect as me, and I feel unstoppable. I’m kind of surprised I haven’t done this more often. The woods are incredible, so many colors and interesting plants, and I actually slow down my jog and take off my headphones to appreciate the world around me. I actually wander for some time, until I see a smaller path off to the side. Curiosity seizes me, and I follow it.
I’m awestruck by what I see. In the middle of these woods, a huge clearing sits with a single tree in the middle, and a small stream flowing through it. I walk into it, and see there’s a faded backpack leaning against the tree, long abandoned. As I actually walk into the clearing, I can feel energy buzzing around me, raw potential, power, if only I could reach out to it.
I near the tree, and notice it seems far older than any other tree bordering the clearing. I continue to explore, and see the stream looks beautiful, fast-moving and clear. I realize I haven’t had anything to drink since I left my house, and approach the water, deciding to take a drink. I kneel down, the water babbling, and drink deeply, the liquid cool and delicious, quickly curing my parched throat.
Seconds later, I heard a chuckle, seeming to come from all around me at the same time. I stood quickly, searching for the source of the laughter, but saw nothing. I forced myself to calm down, and strode to the tree, delighting in the feeling of the sun, uninhibited by any branches, warming my whole body. I lay on the grass, deciding that this was as good a place as any to take a break. The bright orb in the sky warmed my whole body, it’s rays touching every inch of my body.
Every inch… every… huh… it’s weird, but… I can feel specific parts of me heating up more than others. I start to breathe more deeply as a strong sensation began to radiate through me, smiling softly as I recognize it for what it is, though totally unaware of why it was hitting me now. I feel my nipples harden, my womanhood starting to lubricate itself, as arousal begins to make itself known. I was totally clueless of what was setting me off.
“Maybe I’m a nature-phile, or whatever they’re called…” I muttered to myself, letting my hands run over my tingling body. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and… well, there wasn’t really anyone here, was there? I smile to myself slyly, unbuttoning my pants, and letting my delicate fingers work their way under my panties, through my little golden tuft of hair down below. “There are worse things to get wet over, I guess…” I begin to rub my folds, amazed at how sensitive they are. Every little touch is sending lighting through my sex, digging hooks into my belly, and I can already feel the tension starting to ratchet up.
I find my nub, stowed away under her little hood as always. “You know you can’t hide from me, sweety…” I groan, and begin to massage my clit firmly, making pleasure lance deep into my core. As I masturbate, marveling and delighting in my hyper-sensitive… well, everything, I think of my conquests. I’d been naked with a boy, given some blowies, gotten eaten out, and have both given and received many orgasms. But I’d never had sex. If I’m honest with myself, I’m terrified of being pregnant.
I begin to breathe heavily, and I can feel sweat beading on my forehead, as I increase my tempo. My dripping entrance starts making wet noises, and I can’t help letting out little gasps as I feel a pressure building inside me, tension and a potent heat building within my body. The tension, I’m familiar with, but the heat is new. I love my body, love everything about what it’s doing. I’m beautiful, and young, with so much life ahead. That’s why I’ve gotten penetrated. A baby inside me would ruin it all, and I couldn’t stand it if it happened.
My long blond hair was fanned out behind me, my fist clenching next to me, my toes curling inside my shoes. I can tell I have a while to go, which amazes me, because I’m already experiencing far more pleasure than I ever have before. The pressure in me builds, heat and electricity flowing through my whole body, and concentrating in my core.
I start to unconsciously thrust my groin forward, letting out quiet cries. “oh… oh… oh… yes… mph… yes… so good…” My body knows that this kind of ecstasy can only be brought by sex, by breeding, and it’s trying to get the penis it knows must be there, must be making these feelings inside me. Deep inside, right up against my womb, where it can shoot it’s seed deep in me and make me preg… what? “No, that’s not right…” I murmer to myself, before gasping as pleasure grips my belly like a fist. I’m starting to get close, but I’m a little scared of what the orgasm will bring. If this session is THIS good, I’m afraid I’ll hurt myself in the climax that this pure, unfiltered pleasure will bring me.
My fingers continue to dance over my secret girlfriend, noting it feels a little bigger than normal, my lips a bit puffier, and the more I touch, the better if feels. My t-shirt is sticking to me, I’m positively drenched, and it’s even starting to creep up a little bit. I guess I’m thrusting myself forward harder than I thought, pulling my shirt up by accident. But I don’t care to fix it, there’s too much that’s more important right now.
Spasms of feeling come from the furrow between my legs, increasing every feeling inside me, the pressure, and the warm, growing sensation. I feel like I’m filling up, like something is getting bigger and bigger inside me, making my whole body ripe and wonderful and perfect. Exactly how I should be, how every woman should be…
“Oh, it’s so good… yes… YES…” My shirt feels like it’s fitting funny, but I ignore it. I probably just messed it up more in my ecstasy. I’ve never been this close to orgasm for this long. I’d been playing with my naughty best friend for so long it almost hurt, my opening was swollen and puffy, my body aching for release. Everything keeps growing, I keep growing, desperately trying to finish, to climax. “Please…” I moan desperately, to nobody but my own body.
I feel a spasm inside me, and I move my hand to my belly, clenching my fingers on it. Something feels wrong, my belly is round, firm… poking out way further than it should… Before I can linger on it, intense bolts of pleasure course up from my loins, settling in my center, making the pressure increase to the breaking point. I feel my belly grow under my hand, even as I scream, feeling that I’m on the very edge of my orgasm.
I look down, and see a massive, gravid belly, my t-shirt utterly failing to cover my clearly pregnant midrff. I watch it grow a little more, my belly button popping out, showing I’m almost ready to give birth. I can see stretch marks all over my once flawless skin. I stop touching myself, quickly pull my hand out from under my panties, even as the tension remains. What happened to me? How did I get pregnant? And this fast?
Another spasm, and I gasp, pleasure racing through my being from the sensation of baby inside me moving. Again. And again. A final nudge, and the tension within me finally lets loose. I scream at the top of my lungs, as a crushing, mind-blowing orgasm takes me. Time is lost to me for some time, the undeniable force of my climax blasting into me, the feeling of my now swollen, mysteriously impregnated womb rhythmically contracting only somehow enhancing the experience.
Slowly, languidly, I drifted back to myself. I climbed painfully to my knees, every muscle sore, half from the ferocity of my masturbation, and half from my advanced pregnancy. I dragged myself to the tree, bracing myself against it, staring at what had happened.
When? How? Before I got any answers, knives in my stomach, a brutal contracting of the muscles in my belly, doubly painful after so much pleasure. I was already going into labor. I began to cry, utterly confused, disgusted, terrified. This was my worst nightmare made real.
“Yes, so I noticed…” A voice, seeming to come from all around me again. “Who’s there” I shout, only to have it cut off by a grunt as another contraction hit. Labor was coming on fast. I heard chuckles. “You’re actually lucky. When I got pregnant here, I didn’t even know how any of this worked. But you’re enough of a skank that you know all about it. Flashing a boob won’t get you out of this situation scott-free, that’s for sure…”
Another spasm, and a terrible ache, deep inside me. The baby was pressing on my cervix, and I began to breathe, trying to stay calm. “Hooo… heeee… hooo… Who… haaaaaa… who are you? What happened… ahhhhh… happened to me?” silence for a moment, heavy with anger, I could feel it in the air. Something powerful was here, something that hated me personally.
“A victim. Even if I told you who I was, you wouldn’t care. But my title is…” Another contraction hit me, squeezing as if every muscle in my body was trying to occupy the same spot in my back, and I cried out. They were already so strong, and it seemed this labor would be just as fast as gestation. “Ha… yes, it hurts, doesn’t it? It’s going to be beautiful watching you give birth, watching you struggle, alone, just as you forced so many others to do. My title, I say, is Maria, Mother of Demons.”
There was so much pressure inside, and as another spasm gripped my over-taxed womb, I felt something finally, mercifully give. I grunted as liquid splashed out from between my legs, soaking my clothes, and I felt the baby’s head settle further down, starting to pass through my strained, now unblocked cervix. “Please…” I begged, tears starting to blur my vision. “Please get it out of me…”
I hear mocking laughter, rich with scorn. “You were the one that drank from the river. You gave yourself this blessing. This is the grove of boundless life, and you eagerly drank deep of its gift. But fear not, it will come out. In due course. Indeed, I believe it’s coming out even now…” With that, my stomach lights up, and I feel my feminine tunnel stretching from within, starting to open with the thing inside my body.
I try not to scream, instead just bearing down on my unwanted offspring. It begins to slide down, filling me, deeper than anything had ever been before. I grab my knees as I push, sobbing, letting my body do what must be done. The child is making fair progress, already half way down my birth canal, I can feel it’s head pushing against my still intact hymen. It won’t be for much longer, however. I was going to lose my virginity to the scalp of my first baby.
The contraction ends, and I tried to breathe. “Hoo… heee… hooo… heee… this is…. Hooo… horrible. Why… what did I dooooOOOOOOOOOO OHGOD!” The baby starts to slide forward again, breaking my hymen with agonizing slowness. I bear down, and I feel my opening starting to bulge as my detested progeny nears my engorged lips and tender opening. “Frankly, darling, you’re a massive bitch.” The voice said. “I’ve been watching you since I became this, and I was disappointed to not you haven’t improved at all. I was taught forgiveness growing up. But then, I’ve learned I was taught a lot that wasn’t true.”
My rest period is far shorter than I would like, and agony streaks across my taut belly, the urge to push driving me relentlessly. I feel burning, aching, stretching, my poor womanhood being mercilessly being forced open by the creature that was ruining my body and my life. I open more and more, crying out to the heavens, and I feel my panties slowing the baby down. My eyes shoot wide, remembering that my shorts and panties are still on.
“Oh, that’s unfortunate…” the voice mocks, a sneer coloring its words. Where’s the baby going to come out to, seeing as how you’ve blocked its only exit. Oh well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out…” This child is going to be born, but it can’t get out… I try to reach down, try to get my clothes off, but another contraction, and I feel the child trying to pass further out. I scream, desperately straining, and feel it pushing the last barrier to my delicate opening away, straining the wet elastic, and it opens me even further, the harsh fire of my most sensitive area parting still wider.
As soon as I stop pushing, I feel the clothes starting to push my child back in, a tiny bit at a time. “Haaaaa… oh god… Ahhhh… no… haaaa…. Heee…. Hooo…. Have to push… the baby…” Once again, the mysterious voice echoed around the clearing “Oh, you just need to push? Well, let me help…” The air around me buzzes, and then, agony inside me, the most powerful contraction I’ve ever had, and I start trying to push through the pain. “There…” I hear it say past the agony blossoming within me. “Now you’ll just keep having this contraction until either the baby is out, or you die. So glad I could help…”
The baby is moving forward by inches, the emerging head flush with my shorts. Now with twice the resistance, pushing makes little progress, but I still have to try. The pain hasn’t stopped, nor has the need to push, but I have to do something… I try to reach down, but my hand is shaking too much. The thing I’ve been forced to carry was burning me lighting everything inside me and between my legs on fire, slowly pushing forward in spite of the barrier. All I manage to do was get a hand on the elastic band under my heaving belly and pull it up and out as far as I could, trying to make enough room.
It seems to work. I push, wrenching at my clothes, and my unwanted, agonizing burden slips forward again. I feel a short burst of motion as the head cleared me, but the contraction hasn’t stopped, I have to keep pushing, there isn’t any rest. I’m getting so tired, trying to push, my whole body in agony, and I feel the shoulders moving forward. I can’t even scream anymore, only sobbing at the pain and exhaustion as my swollen lips are mercilessly stretched again.
One shoulder pops out on my next push. Shortly after, the other one emerges, and then the rest of the baby slips out in a hot, burning, brutal rush. As I lay back, panting, the contraction finally ending, I can feel the newborn between my legs, kicking and thrashing in the prison of my panties. “Hm… you did quite well for your first time…” the voice said. The presence between my legs vanishes suddenly.
“Wha… what did you do? Where’s the baby?” Silence for a moment, then I hear “I took it into my care. Just because her mother is a monster doesn’t mean she needs to suffer for it. And besides, I’m sure you’ll have more to worry about soon enough.
“You see, the blessing you took is a potent one. It’s the river of BOUNDLESS life. It’s gift shall be given until the end of your miserable life. Do you not feel it already?” I wait, trying to sense what was going on with my body past the lingering ache. My midriff is quickly returning to its old shape. Actually, almost exactly like it’s old shape… I watch in fascination as the stretch marks disappear, all the extra skin from my pregnancy disappearing. I look between my legs, and watch in fascination as my vagina returns to normal, the gaping opening returning to a tight, pretty slit. I gasp as I feel a biting pain inside, and I realize my hymen has even regrown.
I’m young and beautiful again. I’m perfect. I can’t contain my joy. I feel myself buzzing with excitement at this new discovery. Lots of excitement. In fact… I notice a pleasant heat radiating from my still tender, freshly healed delicates. My nipples, on breasts that aren’t swollen and heavy with milk, but still the beautiful, soft mounds I’d come to know and love, stiffen slowly, and the light contact with my sweat-covered shirt causes pleasure to slither down my body.
“Ah, there we go. I can see it, the blessing is already starting to take effect…” I heard the invisible woman gleefully announce. “First is the burning passion. It will flow through you, slowly getting more and more intense. Knowing you, I imagine you’ll only be able to fight it off for a day, at most. But as soon as you give in, whether it’s to caress yourself, or enjoy your own body, or even lay with a man, the fertilized egg inside you will begin to gestate. Within an hour you’ll be ready to birth. And then, you shall bear another life into this world. Truly, many would envy the gift you have been given.”
Much to my horror, I can tell she’s right. I can feel myself getting more aroused just standing here. My secret friend, the one who has given me so much joy when alone, is betraying me, becoming stiff, as I feel my tunnel starting to lubricate itself. I can even feel my belly aching to be filled again. Not only am I getting hornier by the second, knowing that as soon as I relieve this burning itch I would start to grow, but by womb is longing to be filled, my whole body wants me to get pregnant again, as soon as possible.
“Please…” I whisper, horrified at my steadily increasing need for sexual contact. “Please help… make it end…” I waited, my nipples straining at my shirt, the slight breeze making me sweat a little, and my opening becoming so moist I can feel it starting to slowly drip into my already soaked panties. “I was taught to have mercy on my enemies, and those I hate…” Maria, a name I start to recognize, says. “But I’ve decided that, once again, my parents lied to me. You screaming as you birthed a baby you never wanted is the most beautiful noise I’ve ever heard.”
I begin to cry, silently. “It’s a noise you’ll make many, many more times, I’m certain…” I turn, and start to walk home, the day that was once so invigorating now shining on a girl who had been twisted, tainted. By the time I get out of the woods I have to struggle to keep my breathing steady, the desire in my loins starting to burn like fire. My clothes have dried off, but I still feel wetness creeping out of me.
I’m half way home, and I’m actually panting, eyeing the boys I pass hungrily. To get one inside me… no! I’ve got to get home, tell mom and dad, maybe they can help… I can feel my wetness starting to run down my thighs, my wiry blond pubic hair is matted to mu crotch by my own juices. I’m indescribably hot, my secret girlfriend is so stiff that she aches, I just want to pet the poor baby, more than anything else…
I’m walking up the front drive, hugging myself tightly to make sure my hands don’t wander. It’s like fire, in my breasts, in my belly, in between my legs… I have to stop after every step. My shorts are soaked in the middle, I’ve been leaking so much juice from my hyper-sensitive slit I look like I peed myself. I open the door, almost accidentally fondle myself as I release the handle. I need to cum, more than I need food or water. I don’t care if I’ll have a baby… I want a baby… no…
Mom and dad left a note, they’ll be back at 8. It’s 6. I’ll be ok. I feel so empty. I leave a wet spot on the couch when I sit down. So wet. Need to get off. Need to have a baby. Want to feel it open me wide. Oh god, I’m disgusting… I want to have a baby, right now, the thought of feeling my water break only gets me more turned on… Surely one little touch won’t hurt… The baby won’t start growing with just a tiny little touch, just to convince my best friend I haven’t forgotten her…
“I’m sorry…” I whisper, as my hand slips down my shorts. “Just for a second, I promise, I’m sorry…” as my fingers pass over my soft, curly pubic hairs, and feel the burning heat of my groin. “I’m sorry…” they find the young lady. She’s happy to see me. I give her a high five, and then we do the secret handshake. “Oh god I’m sorry…” I cry, as warmth fills me…
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Her mom and dad come home at 8, just like they said they would. They see their beautiful blonde daughter in the kitchen, massively pregnant, shorts and panties around her knees. She’s kneeling in a pool of amniotic fluids, a brunette baby head poking from between her legs, spreading her delicate folds wide, head thrown back, screaming “I’M SORRY, OH GOD MOM, DAD, I’M SO SORRY!!!” With a final push, the cursed girl cries out in agony as her second child slips out of the tainted body of its mother in a rush, landing on the floor.
