I've written celebrity stories and stories with pregnancy themes, but for some reason I've never thought about combining them. I decided to do something about it.

The biggest inspiration for this piece is Homer Vargas. I personally believe he's the best author of pregnancy-fiction in existence, specializing in uptight women who gets the "urge" one way or another. His story "A New Infection" is particularly relevant to this one, which takes a look at a global bimbo/preggo-pandemic. 

My story takes an outsider's perspective to a scenario where the women of Hollywood gets preggophilia. It's a bit of a slowburn, but the sauciness will escalate with each chapter.

General disclaimer:

This story is smutty, sleazy, morally corrupt and will probably make you into a worse person. Consequently, it shouldn’t be read by anyone.

This story is FICTION. It did NOT happen. The people portrayed in this story do NOT act this way in real life.


***

It was the stuff of legends - named everything from a saturnalia of bottomless depravity, to an erotic celebration of the miracle of procreation. It was a spectacle that shook the world in what turned out to be the biggest livestreamed event in the history of the internet. Some newspapers called it the celebrity event of the century, others "Hollywood's bottomless fall from grace". The coverage was so massive it was debated in political circles and was even the subject of discussion in the United Nations. In the immediate aftermath, authorities all over the planet discovered cases of people fainting in front of their computers. Thousands of them. Most with their hands grasping down their pants. A dozen fatal heart attacks were also recorded.

While moral guardians fumed with rage, film fans and pregnancy admirers overheated in joy. As one overly enthusiastic spectator said; “If you weren’t a preggophile before, you’ll sure be one after tonight!”


***

To properly understand the events transpiring that night, we need to go back in time, because it was a culmination of a nearly three-year period that changed the outlook of Hollywood and the face of American moviemaking.

Scientists and media critics alike have debated themselves silly over exactly where things shifted into what would become popularized as «the Hollywood pregnancy quake», or the «Preggocalypse». So much has been written about the event it’s become almost impossible to find theories that support each other. Naturally, the happening is still a subject of controversy and speculation that lack a reasonable explanation for the phenomena which is still shaking the US celebrity-sphere. Possible scenarios are dismissed as quickly as they are mentioned – from massive shifts in female DNA due to natural causes, The Illuminati, the will of Gaia, the influence of aliens, to the women of Hollywood simultaneously deciding they loved the idea of large families and being pregnant all the time for no proper reason.

Whatever explanation, in the beginning there were only minor hints that something special was in the brewing. Most scholars nonetheless agree the event that set everything in motion was an announcement – the first in an escalating series of celebrity pregnancies.

Margot Robbie was four months underway when she detonated the bomb. The woman who showed up on TV-screens that night was clad in a getup that looked like a skimpy cheerleader costume with little room for imagination. Changes were happening and more changes were coming. But although she was a dazzling sight, many were confused. Margot was giddy and acted like an excited little schoolgirl.

Interviews underlined the feeling that something was off. She was almost euphoric when she spoke to the press.

Interviewer:
“So, congratulations Margot!"

Margot:
"Thanks! (giggle)"

"As a parent myself, I'm sure you must have certain expectations as a mother to be?”

Margot:
“Oh, hell yes! YES! I can hardly wait to blow up! I hope I get really huge!”

Interviewer:
“Wow! Okay, so you're looking forward to the next couple of months then?”

Margot:
"God! What woman wouldn't!? I have already taken precautions to immortalize the whole process."

Interviewer:
"You plan to document your progress, that's what you're saying?"

Margot:
"Sure! Just bring the cameras! (giggle)"

Interviewer:
"Uh... surely you're talking about private photos, or are you implying you want to..."

Margot:
"Why not? I'm an actress. It's my job to expose myself on film 24/7. It's only natural the world have a peek at me when I grow nice and fat. (giggle)"

Interviewer:
"Ooookay..."

Further interviews didn't wane Maggie's enthusiasm. Most chalked it up to a woman filled with joy over starting a family, but many were puzzled she acted like an overly eager bimbo in heat.


***

At first, nobody made a fuss about it. After all, pregnancies were natural and matter-of-factly parts of life, for celebrities as for normies. Usually, the celebs would stay in the spotlight until a baby was announced and everything would return to normal. However, this time things were NOT normal.

Margot’s news seemed to trigger a massive response all over Hollywood. Over the next few months, a multitude of girls announced they were expecting - ranging from young starlets to veteran actresses who were going to be mothers in their late forties, even some in their early fifties. The following week, it was Milly Alcock, Chloe Moretz and Janelle Monae who broke news of their impending family expansion. Then came Elle and Dakota Fanning, Lily James and Sydney Sweeney a week later, and from then on the baby announcements came crashing in like a tsunami of fertility.

Coincidence? For a while this seemed the most likely explanation, although the sheer numbers were staggering. This wasn’t just a baby boom, it was a baby nuke!

Tabloids ran amok with speculation and feasted on the news for months. Analysts wondered if there was a secret pregnancy contract in the background, although not even undercover journalism with ties to the movie industry and access to VIP areas managed to reveal such things. Soon after, scientists and professionals in the field got involved. The first official investigations revealed little to nothing, while independent studies tried a bit harder and managed to gain hold of samples from a few unassuming women. Tests results were both unexpected and unexplainable. The women affected by the changes would develop unusually heightened fertility which made conception more likely, along with chances of multiple births for later pregnancies. Another common effect that was later discovered was a drastically raised libido. 

Most of these facts were witheld from the public eye for over a year, because the biggest mystery remained unexplained. No-one could explain why this happened in the first place. Without any clear answers or scientific confirmation, the media started to refer to the happening as a “virus”.

The ongoing pandemic revealed peculiar aspects. Through numerous interviews, a large majority of the women revealed that the joy of having children wasn’t the only defining factor of getting pregnant, or even the main factor. Instead, the world soon realized pregnancy was flaunted like a status-symbol of womanhood that could only be described as exhibitionist. Some acted arrogantly. When Jessica Henwick came down with twins she scornfully dismissed the "normies" who only expected a single baby. The bigger the belly, the better the woman.

The virus also affected women who had previously showed little to no interest in having children. Heather Graham, an outspoken advocate for childless relationships, made a radical u-turn and began attending meetings under the management of the Quiverfull ministry, speaking about the joys of having as many babies as possible. Like her fellow sisters in crime, she eagerly popped up on talkshows and made TV-appearances so she could show off her newly developed bump.

Still, the most enigmatic quality of the virus by far was its localization. For reasons unknown, it was limited to women who had starred in, or in some way been involved in Hollywood-centered movie productions over the previous three decades, hence the amusing names of the event. Most females residing in LA, even among the women working within or around the movie business never reported similar fertility-changes or urges. Unsurprisingly, conspiracies began to flourish. Internet personalities speculated there was some sort of secret society hidden among studio elites – that the head honchos at Disney, Warner Bros and 20th Century Fox were fetishists who got off pregnant women or wanted their own breeding program. Such sordid rumors were immediately dismissed as internet hogwash and sensationalism.


***

As the year came to a close, over 300 actresses of various fame had been knocked up and the number continued to rise steadily. It was, as a foreign correspondent said; like the women of Hollywood had collectively seen the light and decided to get pregnant.

Not only had pregnancies skyrocketed, the attitude of the stars affected had completely altered and taken a swing towards a more traditional lifestyle most found puzzling. It was as bewildering as it was amusing to watch Jennifer Lawrence confess her newfound urges on live-TV. She was clad in a white gown with a bold opening in front, her belly swelling with new life as she stated her message; “Focusing on my natural duties, I finally understood the joy of being a woman. We constantly force ourselves to embrace masculine qualities so hard we forget the real values in life.”

Feminists and women’s right activists were confused, shocked and frustrated. What was especially disheartening in their eyes was that some of the "infected" (which quickly became a negative term for pregnant women) had been previous allies. How could some of the most famous women in the US ditch their liberal principles and turn against everything they previously valued? This wasn’t just women wanting families. They seemingly dropped their ambitions and let boyfriends and husbands dictate their lives.

These were pretty much the precise words as Millie Bobby Brown took to the cameras, having recently delivered her firstborn. The woman on TV had an agenda, and she was proud of it:

“Us women have been living in denial. Nature dictates, and nature want us to procreate. There is no bigger purpose in life than to make as many babies as our menfolk want.”

It sounded like a parody, but it was real words from a young woman who had one year earlier seemed indifferent to the prospect of having a family.

In the wake of such outrageous statements, blame was shifted to patriarchal organizations on the far right. Wild rumors circulated they had developed some technically advanced apparatus that manipulated brainwaves.

Naturally, with the seemingly pro-life nature of the virus, conservative family groups were more than happy about these developments. Backing the new mothers, they praised their decisions and priorities. Preachers nationwide declared this was a sign from God himself - that the usually so liberal women of Hollywood had changed their minds on pregnancy and child-bearing. For the time being they seemed to have a point, underlined in some of the promos that began to appear. One especially popular photoshoot saw a smiling Scarlet Johanson, only clad in a skimpy apron. Standing in the kitchen six months pregnant, she held a screaming baby on her arm while she attended to cooking. Over the picture, the tagline read "Because it feels good!" She wasn’t alone. Multitudes of women blossomed with new life in racy photo sessions to the great pleasure of pregnancy-admirers worldwide.

As the first year came to a close it was obvious drastic industry changes had to be done. Pregnancies sometimes caused production setbacks, but this time the consequences were far grander. The female talent didn't just want script rewrites for their roles, they demanded complete rewrites of plot and themes. No longer wanting to play heroines or action babes (a difficult task with those bulging bellies), the preggocalypse gave them new ideas which collectively shifted their interest to maternal urges and how to show off their bellies by any means necessary.

Several movies had to do undergo changes in-production to appease the masses and pressure from clients. We shall look at a couple of examples here.

Jenna Ortega and Skyler Samuels were well underway filming Trouble in the Orient when the epidemic hit. Originally, both actresses played American tourists who got involved with the fight against a human trafficking ring in the Middle East. As their bellies began to swell, they demanded their roles to be rewritten and the entire movie quickly changed shape. Instead of characters fighting trafficking, they now played young business women seduced by rich oil sheiks, falling in love, converting to islam and wanting nothing more than to bear their children. The studios, never wanted to miss a cash cow and gave in to their demands. Consequently, important scenes were delayed and filmed during their thid trimester to gain a maximum belly-boost. In the final scene, both girls were dancing belly-dance in seductive bedlah dresses, showing off their large bellies as they spun around on the floor.

Another trend was franchises doing creative u-turns to maximize the potential of the ongoing craze.

Superhero universes like The DC and Marvel Cinematic Universe continued to thrive. These films also proved pregnant women could still kick ass as long as they did so early on. The ladies certainly lacked a bit grace and flexibility compared to earlier instalments, but no-one comlained. They were of great appeal to glaring eyes everywhere.

The High School Musical series also made a comeback, with a newly developed focus on the challenges and joys of teenage pregnancy – feeling suspiciously like an infomercial show. Scenes of teenagers waiting in line for their turn at the bathroom stalls, all puking from morning sickness, were semi-romanticized. The song numbers gained popularity for their wholesome messages about starting families in late teens. Negative critics accused the film of being nothing but pregnancy propaganda, although such criticizm were largely ignored. Pregnancy propaganda was precisely what the stars wanted to make now.

As the world gradually learned to accept the new changes of Hollywood cinema, the massive upheaval hinted at even bigger studio changes on their way. Speculators were right. The sudden preggo-frenzy had only been the first wave. The second wave would be WAY kinkier.


***



To be continued...

DAMN!!!! Love it.

Wow. Simply wow. Is there anywhere I can find other works by you?

(February 2, 2023, 6:02 am)ImpossibleBard Wow. Simply wow. Is there anywhere I can find other works by you?

Thanks. I have a series on Celebritystorysite called "Decades of Decadence" which has been going for over a year now. It's got no pregnancy content though. It's purely for the p0rn.

Chapter 2


The second wave began as soon as the first died down. As celebs, once again began screaming about their impending babies on social media like it was the second coming, the gossip magazines speculated how this second wave would differ from the first. 

The Hollywood stars didn't show any signs they were backing down from the preggo-craze that had started it all. Far from it, the opposite seemed to be happening. An infamous interview with Emma Watson underlined the changes the celebs had gone through, and the trouble interviewing them.

Interviewer:
"Emma, I have to ask..."

Emma:
"It's about the Preggocalypse, right?"

Interviewer:
"Well... Kinda."

Emma:
"Hahaha!"

Interviewer:
"You do understand why the world is interested in this, right?"

Emma:
"Of course I do. As a matter of fact, I prefer it that way!"

Interviewer:
"Yeah? The business changes have been insane. I still have trouble taking it in. Just recently I overheard a certain Salma Hayek at a board meeting claiming all female actresses should concern themselves with was having as many children as possible - securing their chances of landing the best roles."

Emma:
"As they should."

Interviewer:
"Huh?"

Emma:
"You heard me. Salma is a wise woman. She know what's up."

Interviewer:
"I admit... Okay, I hear that argument from time to time..."

Emma:
"What argument?"

Interviewer:
"The idea that more pregnancies equals higher salary and better job prospects, but please help me understand. Don't you think this pregnancy stuff is coming off like a religious sermon?"

Emma:
"First off, I'm not particularly religious by any means, but yes, you can see how it's gotten near-religious consequences. Like these new movements my co-workers are setting up all over the country."

Interviewer:
"You're refering to Heather Graham's new Quiverfull branch?"

Emma:
"Yeah, that one and all the others. I'm not sure what their agenda is, but in spite of their blunt rhetoric, they've got my support. They fight for the right cause. Not because some almighty God commands it, but because they promote a natural urge us women shouldn't fight."

Interviewer:
"Would you say that's still close to a religious dogma?"

Emma:
"Kinda. I see what you mean, but the message isn't underlined by the threat of damnation, only by the reward of something joyful."

Interviewer:
"Like having many children?"

Emma:
"Absolutely! Women have pushed out kids as long as man has existed. If that makes us sound like a missionaries, so be it!"

Interviewer:
"Okay, but you have to admit these changes have been... What can I say... Radical?"

Emma:
"It's been a swift change, yes, but once again; it's all for the better, and everyone in this industry is onboard with it. Some negative nancys are trying to make it look like what we're doing is against all decency, but let's face it. Babies are awesome, making them is awesome, and the process of watching them develop in their mother's womb is awesome. We want to show the world how awesome it is."

Interviewer:
"So you don't think the relentless focus on child-bearing aesthetics goes, uh... a little overboard?"

Emma:
"Look who's talking! You haven't averted your gaze from my belly in five minutes."

Interviewer:
"Um... It's kinda difficult when you're constantly rubbing it Emma."

Emma:
"Oh, but you like that don't you?"

Interviewer:
"..."

Emma:
"You like my slender hands roam all over this bulbous ball of perfection, huh?"

Interviewer:
"Uuuhh, Emma, this isn't appropriate."

Emma:
"Notice the stretchmarks? I'm FAR bigger now than during my first. Twins? Not unlikely. And not only that..."

Interviewer:
"What the... Emma! What are you doing?"

Emma:
"What does it look like? I'm unbuttoning my top you doofus."

Interviewer:
"But why are you..."

Emma:
"To let you have a look of course."

Interviewer:
"... I... Uh, I don't think we should be doing this Emma..."

Emma:
"Oooooooooooh, you love it don't you? You love watching my giant milk-jugs spill out and bounce in front of your eyes? I see that swelling in your pants is increasing! It might be serious. We need to do something about it. Now!"

Interviewer:
"Oh, God..."

The interview was mysteriously cut short and the journalist was later seen frantically trying to collect his clothes. It wasn't an isolated incident. The starlets, previously so focused on keeping up appearances, were now using every opportunity to make use of their irresistible bodies. It wasn't like they could help it either. Test results showed most infected women spent their entire pregnancies randy as hell - something which would later allow film studios some golden opportunities. 

There were other observations.

Fans noticed the celebrity pregnancies seemed closely synced this time. The announcements came in quicker succession, and approximately half a year later the women went into labor over the span of a little under two months. There was some speculation to why this happened. A common impression was that the competetive nature that had surfaced between various individuals forced them to show off their bellies around summertime when they reached their peaks. It was like a neverending triade of pregnancy-duels being fought.

This latter trademark was soon confirmed by research. Backed up by pop culture interest, lots of resources poured into the search for the source of the Preggocalypse. The first breakthrough was that scientists largely confirmed the virus was indeed a virus, although why it only affected such a meek amount of women still remained a mystery. A defining factor, one that would soon make its presence known, was that fertility rates would skyrocket the longer the virus shaped the infected. What this meant biologically was that later pregnancies would increase the chances of scoring twins and triplets.

The change of physical attributes was another aspect that began to turn heads. Increased body mass is a given for anyone expecting children, but the stats on the women of Hollywood were off the charts. Asses and hips grew exceptionally and breasts produced a whooping amount of milk, making them swell way past strained d-cup bras. Because of their time in the limelight it was even easier to notice. An actress like Mia Goth was an early example. When she informed the world she was expecting again there was not a single surprised soul - she was already a far cry from the thin and spunky woman of her early career. Her chest was so amped up her dress looked ready to burst when she met the press in advance of her next comedy; Fateful Findings: A Tale of Unrestricted Breeding.

"They look nice, don't they?" Mia laughed as she grabbed her large assets and shook them in her tight dress. It was a miracle it stayed on. Male spectators could only nod in disbelief, drool dripping from their lips, hands grabbing down their pants.

The lewdness had its scientific explainations. As the virus progressed, a majority of the infected began acting in promiscuous ways. They didn't get dumber by any means, but their minds got preoccupied with the desire to breed. This caused their libido to go into overdrive as soon as they were even slightly aroused. Some of them made advances to spectators, journalists, fans and co-stars like sexually charged deviants. If anything, it only made them even more desired and popular.

One particularly interesting subject is what was NOT being said at this time - neither by scientists, fans or authorities. No-one spoke about how this virus should be restrained or how the Preggocalypse should be stopped, most likely because the movement was gaining acceptance. There were now ten-thousands of men or more who didn't mind the changes that swept Hollywood. In short; the entire world was getting a solid dose of preggophilia!


***


While all of this was happening, parents, teachers, doctors and other interest groups begun complaining about the effects the Preggocalypse had on society and youth culture. Statistics showed a dramatic rise in teen pregnancies nationwide in the span of a single year. At first, people worried this was the effect of the pregnancy-virus (or Hollywood-virus as it was now called) gone airborne, but analysis showed no such indications. Most likely, the trend was an effect of teenagers following in their idols' footsteps and decided to get knocked up by their boyfriends.

The women of Hollywood, who were in the front and center of it all seemed nonplussed about what their new attitude had caused both culturally and sociopolitically. By this point, the majority considered their lives the new normal. Some of them had been skeptical when the "outbreak" began - worried the rest of their lives would be spent as stay-at-home-moms, but they soon realized this was neither undesireable nor the actual consequence. They soon learned they didn't have to quit as actors, but simply worked their impending motherhood into their roles.

Emily Blunt spoke about this as she announced her second pregnancy in a year:

“Women have been held down due to our motherly qualities. Now we'll use it to take over Hollywood!"

Emily’s words were hard to dismiss. After all, who could blame women for wanting to increase their families? Who could blame them for feeling attractive during pregnancy unless you were a hardcore anti-natalist? 

Statements like these was another win for conservative voices who had taken a liking for a phenomena in support of traditional family values. However, while the pastors and evangelists of the country praised the spark in conceptions and birthrates, they were more skeptical to the outrageousness that soon followed.


***


As the revenue from the previous year was made public, studios were shocked but satisfied the first wave of the preggocalypse had actually made a significant impact on the global market. One suspect important people whispered certain words in the right ears, because under no circumstances were the studios discouraged from exploiting the second wave that swept the city of Angels. Instead, producers and directors were told to plan ahead, because it was obvious the virus wasn’t going anywhere soon.

Other changes would soon follow in its wake. 

A scene from the original instalment in a soon-to-be popular softcore franchise, Posh and Pregnant, got the honor of kickstarting the next trend. Sophie Turner bared all and waddled around nude in a scene that lasted several minutes, like she was doing a parade. As word spread, the downloads were so packed the network overloaded and crashed after a few hours. It was Sophie's second pregnancy in a short while and she had gotten remarkably huge with reddish stretch-marks draping her massively stretched skin. Sitting down on a couch, she began a sensual belly-rub - Sophie's hands roaming all over herself in a slowed-down closeup. As the camera tilted upwards, spectators could take in the ample size of her breasts and large areolas, before finishing with the face of a woman contorted in ecstasy - the erotic energy nearly melting the screen.

Thus, the stage was set for the phase that creative minds popularized as "the sexy wave" of American cinema, which opened up for actresses undressing on screen, preferably with a bloated belly on display. The sex scenes that usually followed were far raunchier than what was normal for mainstream Hollywood, with scenes soon adapting aesthetics from softcore porn. Some films went even further.

Given their usually so conservative attitude towards sex and nudity on screen, you may ask why the studios were comfortable with this in the first place. The answer is simple: $$$! The pregnancy focus had been a global hit, and analysts decided extra skin would add extra box office. Getting actors to lose their clothes had been difficult in pre-virus times, but the Preggocalypse had removed those restrains. Women were fueled by their exhibitionism which gave moviemakers certain advantages.

As the first wave had shown, the most effective way to shoot films by now were over a schedule of seven to eight months, which gave the females sufficient time to grow into their bountiful shapes. Contracts were signed under the premise that the girls would lose the deal if they dind't get knocked up. Such demands would've been unheard of only a few years earlier and subject to lawsuits and controversy, but no-one complained this time. Getting pregnant was now considered a fully acceptable (and pleasureable) part of their job. 

If we are to look at examples, we will start with a couple of sequels which got a naughty boost from their female stars.

After having delivered her firstborn child, Florence Pugh got onboard with Midsommar 2. Instead of a horror movie, the sequel to Midsommar could only be described as an erotic drama with Florence's character Dani learning to enjoy her life in her Swedish paradise over a period of nine months. The movie starts with Dani contacting her friends in the US, inviting them over for what she promises to be a life-changing experience. Her friends, led by Amanda Seyfried arrived, clueless to Dani's newfound enthusiasm for cult life. With a little persuation and mind controlling drinks, Dani sway them into the joys of babymaking. Amanda and her friends soon beg their partners to breed them, to which the men are more than happy to oblige. The final scene (and the main reason men of all ages queued up outside cinemas) featured a dazzling fertility dance with thirty thoroughly knocked up girls removing their white dresses, spinning around a maypole as naked as the day they were born. The camera put special focus on Florence's and Amanda's bouncing breasts and bellies, and even moreso as they sneak away with their boyfriends and ride them both in a ferocious reverse cowgirl - the camera slowly moving over their massively gravid bodies, large swollen tits, and their faces squinting in ecstasy. The movie got extra promotion as Amanda was pregnant with twins, something which was impossible to ignore as she became incredibly voluptious with two rapid pregnancies under her belt. The press praised the two main actresses for their bold performances and the filmmakers for daring to include such a raunchy scene.

Naturally, with the success of Trouble in the Orient the previous year, audiences were howling for a sequel. Jenny Ortega and Skyler Samuels didn't have to be asked twice - they gladly repeated their roles as obedient muslim trophy-wives without other ambitions in life than getting pregnant and pleasure their men. This time they performed their dance routines topless and nearly naked, only wearing skimpy loincloths. Raising the stakes further, they winked seductively to the cameras as they rubbed their giant bellies and leaking tits togehter. There were lakes of drool forming in theaters all over the world by the time the movie premiered.

The biggest blockbuster that year was Jewel of the Amazon, starring Jennifer Lawrence, Alexandra Daddario and Eiza Gonzalez among others. On paper, it's a story of survival against all odds as the crew and passengers of a jetliner crash into the Amazon forest. The progression of the plot would soon became typical of the new Hollywood narrative - a line of career-motivated women are swayed into the joy of unrestricted breeding by various means. Jewel of the Amazon begins with a plane-crash as the survivors head out into the forest, trying to get back to civilization. The helpless women soon find themselves in need of protection by the buff men who accompanies them through the wilderness. Three rough sex scenes later, the survivors reach a primitive tribe with a total disregard for clothes and modesty, living under absolute patriarchy - women are seen as baby factories and treated as such. All females soon realize this is the life they desire, and reward their menfolk for their bravery by deciding to bear as many babies as they want. The climax takes place nine months later with an immense fertility ceremony. The three main actresses, now heavily knocked up, are taken doggy-style by their partners as the whole tribe stand around and cheer - Jennifer, Alexandra and Eiza's massive milk-jugs swinging so hard underneath them they're almost slapped in the face as they scream in joy and submission.

Similar movies at the time cemented the common tropes; uptight and bossy women learning their place in the world and how to increase its population.

An actual documentary also gained attention - My Journey into Quiverfull and Salvation, which won prizes for best documentary at various festivals. In the aftermath of the first wave, there was a surge of films focusing on the immediate effects of the Preggocalypse. Some began as video-diaries, which gained attention when executives saw potential for feature length-documentaries. One of these focused on the challenges of Anya Taylor-Joy who had been one of the few actresses to avoid the first wave. Getting preggo-frenzy a year later, the crew followed Anya as she bonded with sisters in the new Quiverfull community. It was strange watching a formerly so serious actress ditch her inhibitions and end up like a pregnant bimbo without other interests than babymaking. The overheated content was turned up to eleven when Anya greenlighted her graphic birth scene at the end of the movie.

Under the influence of the already converted Heather Graham, many infected women joined her ranks and spread their mission all over the world. Heather was now a spokesperson for the new Quiverfull movement which preached procreation and sex positivity which was in line of what went on in the minds of Hollywood women at the time: Breeding sex, pregnancy and births in a continuous loop.


***

After a period of less than two years, a majority of the ladies of Hollywood were now mothers to at least two children. Some had more due to twin births and children from pre-virus times.

As things would have it, the third wave of the Preggocalypse would push things way beyond the point of decency.




To be continued...

DAMN!!!! MORE!!!!

Chapter 3



Excerpt from an interview with Margot Robbie at the start of the third wave of the preggocalypse:

Interviewer: "You're expecting again Marg... Oh, I mean... I'm sorry! I shouldn't ask questions this way."

Margot: "Why the hell not? Us Hollywood women live to breed these days! No use denying our prime objective. (giggle)

Interviewer: "No slowing down on your part, huh?"

Margot: "Hell no! I'm aiming for triplets this time! (giggle)"

Interviewer: "Yeah, I hear that's becoming the norm nowadays."

Margot: "Which is a pure win for us breeders. Plenty of belly to show off."

Interviewer: "I wonder though... Where do you intend to go from here? In your most recent feature you were naked for nearly half the movie. Surely, everything must reach a point when you can go any further?"

Margot: "Oooh, you haven't seen nothing yet!"

Interviewer: "That's a bold statement in a time most Hollywood films have transformed into softcore porn, wouldn't you say?"

Margot: "Well, you know what comes after softcore. (giggle)"

Interviewer: "You can't be serious Margot!"

Margot: "You don't believe me? Prepare to find out! (giggle)"


***

The Academy Awards that year saw a massive surge in viewers, the biggest in Oscar history. The quality of the movies wasn't really the subject of conversation as they had largely turned into what would've been called B-movie sleaze just a few years earlier. The male actors were the ones winning prices for best acting and screenplays, but they got minor attention.

What caused such an increase in watchers were people wanting to see knocked up women in elegant (and very tight) dresses as the third wave of the Preggocalypse gained momentum.

All of the stars on the red carpet that night were showing. ALL of them! Multiple births were expected en masse. Among others, Eva Green and Millie Bobby Brown were so ripe they looked ready to pop. There were shocked gazes and a common sense of disbelief in the air when both of them claimed to be only five months underway. The press speculated how that was even possible and what they would look like if they were to progress four months more.

On the awards side of things, the Academy had been pursued into making room for a few new categories. The award for best belly and best use of pregnancy in an original movie were the ones everyone wanted to hear about. After lots of pressure, they were included.

Later on, the AVN Awards decided to cash in on the demand for pregnant sex by introducing their own category - "best sex scene in a mainstream movie". Naturally, all scenes nominated were scenes with pregnant bodies on display. Florence Pugh and Amanda Seyfried's saucy tryst in Midsommar 2, and the orgy in Jewel of the Amazon were the most obvious candidates. However, the winner was one of Heather Graham and Anya Taylor-Joy's many lesbian scenes from My Journey into Quiverfull and Salvation.



***


As the third wave loomed, another question gained attention. With the intense focus on the women, few sources had so far shown similar interest in husbands and boyfriends.

Who were the fathers? What lucky fellas had the honor of breeding these women and care for their children?

It soon became clear that the majority of them weren't, as had been the previous norm, a-list actors, producers or other studio-related people of Hollywood. While some pre-preggocalyptic relationships remained intact, most of the original partners couldn't keep up with the intense cravings of their wives and girlfriends. Furthermore, not many of them had interest in large families of the size these women aimed for. Taking care of a son or daughter was one thing. Taking care of up to 15-20 kids was another task entirely.

The guys behind the preggocalypse turned out to be quite regular joes who happened to be as randy as the women they paired with. To infected actresses, status, fortune and looks were no longer relevant. All they wanted were people who basked in the same fetish as they did, who allowed them to breed like crazy. Preggophiles worldwide had a blast watching some of the most beautiful women blow up, and the luckiest ones scored big - they were the guys knocking them up!

A legendary interview at the beginning of the third wave shed some light on this. Kate Beckinsale and her grown-up daughter Lily-Mo Sheen had announced their third pregnancy in less than two years. The interview confirmed some of the scandalous rumors that had been circulating.

Interviewer: "So let me get this straight. Kate, you and your daughter got knocked up by the same guy?"

Kate: "Yep!

Lily-Mo: "Absolutely. Isn't it wonderful?"

Interviewer: "... Umm, you have obviously talked a lot about this, because you seem to be quite comfortable with it."

Kate: "Of course, why would we confess to it otherwise?"

Lily-Mo: "We have no regrets. After the preggo-wave hit, we both searched for partners who could keep up with us, who had proper stamina, and knew how to give us the babies we needed..."

"Kate: "... And when Douglas wandered into our lives, we couldn't believe our luck. At first, he was just my love-interest..."

Lily-Mo: "But it didn't take long before he gave in and began to satisfy MY cravings as well."

Kate: "From the moment we both conceived, he loved our large bellies and intended to keep us that way. Just as we demanded."

Lily-Mo: "And here we are, round and waddling."

Mother and daughter were breathing heavily, sensually rubbing their large bellies. Both women were about four months into their third pregnancy. Their boobs were now so overgrown they jiggled in heavily restrained bras.

Interviewer: "But.... But you're family. Have you no problems sharing partners like this?"

Kate: "Fuck no! I loved watching Lily-Mo turning into an insatiable preggo slut, just like mommy!"

Lily-Mo: "Oooooo, I love hearing my mom talking like this! Aaaahhh!"

Kate: "And I loved watching my daughter knocked up by the same guy as me. It's so fucking hot!"

Lily-Mo: "Aaaaaaahhh, yes! I love it too!"

Kate: "I know you do hun! Mommy's getting wet herself! Mmmmmmmmmmhh!"

Lily-Mo: "Douglas' gonna have double twin-bellies to play with soon! Eeeeahhhhhhhhnnnnnnn!"

The confused (and aroused) journalist sat petrified as mother and daughter leaned back into their chairs and spread their legs wide. Jill hands found themselves into wet panties where frantic fingering began, accompanied by loud moans of pleasure.

Kate and Lily-Mo weren't trying to show off, they simply couldn't control their urges.

Had it happened three years earlier it might've been one of the biggest celebrity scandals in history. By this time however, similar happening became more and more frequent. Actresses got knocked up by random dudes who saw a chance to get some celebrity pussy, or guys who realized they could live out their fantasies with women who shared the same fetish as them.


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It had been a little over two years since the pregnancy wave hit and the world was watching the sauciest transformation of them all shape up.

Some internet nerds had already predicted the scenario that was now unfolding. The women of Hollywood had, for whatever purpose, synced their pregnancies and would reach their estimated due date about simultaneously. Why they did that became the subject of much discussion with several theories flourishing. Were they planning to give the world some short of event? It was a possibility that was underlined by the competitive nature that rode the women of Hollywood. The implication was that everyone wanted to show off together.

The sexual developments that had characterized the second wave added fuel to the rumor mill. Exactly how far were they willing to go? After all, these women had drifted from mainstream movies to a line of entertainment which now found itself inches away from full-fledged porn.

A couple of infamous tapes "accidentally" leaked to the net from unknown sources at this time.

The first one confirmed the sordid confessions of Kate Beckinsale and Lily-Mo Sheen. Taped at the end of the second wave, Kate found herself on all fours in bed, moaning as a huge bearded guy in his fifties rammed her from behind. Standing beside him, draping her right arm around his shoulders, a nine month pregnant Lily-Mo was making out with him as he mated with her mother.

The guy was in heaven, getting a chance to service these two breeding crazy nymphs.

Another tape was also shot during the final stage of the second wave, easily confirmed due to the size of the two women starring in it. Aubrey Plaza and Elizabeth Olsen were sitting naked with ball-gags in their mouths as pornstar Asa Akira shaved their heads. Afterwards, the two actresses were subject to a raunchy fuck-session with various strap-ons and toys. The tape was in many ways symptomatic for how raunchy the third wave would become. Like Margot Robbie had implied, in a time famous actresses prided studio productions with their naked bodies it shouldn't be surprising to see some of them deciding to go a step further.

The headshave gained a few questions, and rose to notority when neither Aubrey nor Elizabeth made any effort growing their hair back. Confronted with the event, Aubrey Plaza spilled the beans:

"Who needs hair any longer? It's a mundane feature which only distracts from real feminine beauty - our swelling bellies."

Aubrey's new look started a trend that quickly became popular when many women followed her initiative and shaved their heads. "Bald, barefoot and bouncing" became a new slogan to which a multitude of celebrities aspired to follow.


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The number of people admitting to preggophilia increased to an all-time high worldwide. More and more people came out of the closet as an effect of the preggocalypse. No need to hide when the sexiest women in the world displayed their gravid bodies in sex scenes. Who in the world wouldn't be turned on by that?

By the third wave, scientists confirmed that not only was the preggocalypse consequences of a pregnancy virus, but a breeding virus at that. The news surprised no-one. The formerly so reserved women of Hollywood mated like rabbits with insatiable libidos that nothing could satisfy. They were no longer able to contain their actions for their private bedrooms, but got fueled by their exhibitionism and wanted to show off their fetish to the whole world. The stage was set for their final descent into depravity.

The biggest preggo-porn shot in the history of pornography was about to begin!



To be concluded...

this story is pretty good! any plans to return to it for a final installment, and if not would you be okay with fanfics/other stories inspired by this one? you’ve definitely given me a lot to think about…

Good work on this. Great chapter lengths. I write a series that deal with pregnant celebs but its mostly sex related. Over on choya. Its called preggo banger if anyone wants a read

I'm writing the final instalment as we speak, but it's unfortunately been delayed due to work. Hopefully I'll have it ready in early 2024.

Please feel free to use my story for inspiration if you've got similar ideas or alternative timelines you want to explore. After all, it's an "universe" with unlimited potential.

Oh, and the last chapter will be a filthy and sex-filled episode of utter lewdness in case you wonder....