hi, i'm a new writer!
this is the first part of a series of short stories i'm writing. i'm genderqueer, so most of my writing has genderqueer characters, jsyk. let me know if you want to read more.
HPDU
Post-pandemic, all classes are expected to have an online option.
Title IX is ruthless. Any student engaging in non-consensual activity is expelled (and castrated, according to some rumors).
HPDU sits in an area which is… cursed? Blessed? A glitch in the simulation? Students who have unprotected sex rapidly become pregnant, and can become more pregnant. A few days later… they give birth? The babies disappear? Presumably go to happy families? Idk, but generally speaking, nobody worries about the actual parenting part of things. Stop asking questions.
Pronouns are respected.
Behold-- my fantasy.
Freshman Dorm
Rylie heard the door to the dorm open. Not wanting to get distracted from her analysis of Twelfth Night, she didn’t look up, but said, “Hey, how did it go? Did he sweep you off your feet?”
“You tell me.”
“What—“ Rylie looked up. “Oh.”
Sophia stood panting in the doorway, bracing herself against the frame with one arm, evidently exhausted from the three flights of stairs. She had dolled-up a bit for the date with winged eyeliner and a warm, gentle lip color. Since the last shreds of summer were still hanging around and it was relatively warm out, she was wearing a simple, lacy crop top and skinny jeans with sandals, but had brought a light jacket just in case. The crop top fell just under her ribcage, leaving an open strip that showed off her tanned midriff and bellybutton ring.
That space, framed by the open jacket, was now taken up by an enormous belly, her skinny jeans completely unbuttoned and slightly sliding down her hips. With the hand that wasn’t holding onto the door, she was struggling to remove her piercing from the front of her swollen midriff, her skin pulled taught by the weight of her new cargo.
After a second of fiddling, she managed to tug it free, and grinned at Rylie’s awestruck face.
“Holy shit.”
“Come on, it was bound to happen sometime.” Sophia amusedly rolled her eyes and waddled over to her bed, shrugging her jacket from her bare shoulders.
“I know, but… Wow. On the first date? I didn’t think he had it in him.”
“Me neither, honestly,” Sophia hummed, falling back onto the squeaky mattress, letting out a small ‘oof’ from the weight now pressing down on her, “But he did.”
She closed her eyes and began caressing her belly, a smile playing on her lips as she remembered everything that had happened in the past two hours. “He really, really did.”
“How many are in there?”
Sophia gave her a sly side-eye. “No idea.”
There was quiet for a moment, as Sophia hummed quietly to the swell of fertility that had overtaken her body, and Rylie turned back to her laptop, desperately trying to focus on the prose. Then she spoke up.
“… Do you know if he’s busy next weekend?”
this is the first part of a series of short stories i'm writing. i'm genderqueer, so most of my writing has genderqueer characters, jsyk. let me know if you want to read more.
HPDU
Post-pandemic, all classes are expected to have an online option.
Title IX is ruthless. Any student engaging in non-consensual activity is expelled (and castrated, according to some rumors).
HPDU sits in an area which is… cursed? Blessed? A glitch in the simulation? Students who have unprotected sex rapidly become pregnant, and can become more pregnant. A few days later… they give birth? The babies disappear? Presumably go to happy families? Idk, but generally speaking, nobody worries about the actual parenting part of things. Stop asking questions.
Pronouns are respected.
Behold-- my fantasy.
Freshman Dorm
Rylie heard the door to the dorm open. Not wanting to get distracted from her analysis of Twelfth Night, she didn’t look up, but said, “Hey, how did it go? Did he sweep you off your feet?”
“You tell me.”
“What—“ Rylie looked up. “Oh.”
Sophia stood panting in the doorway, bracing herself against the frame with one arm, evidently exhausted from the three flights of stairs. She had dolled-up a bit for the date with winged eyeliner and a warm, gentle lip color. Since the last shreds of summer were still hanging around and it was relatively warm out, she was wearing a simple, lacy crop top and skinny jeans with sandals, but had brought a light jacket just in case. The crop top fell just under her ribcage, leaving an open strip that showed off her tanned midriff and bellybutton ring.
That space, framed by the open jacket, was now taken up by an enormous belly, her skinny jeans completely unbuttoned and slightly sliding down her hips. With the hand that wasn’t holding onto the door, she was struggling to remove her piercing from the front of her swollen midriff, her skin pulled taught by the weight of her new cargo.
After a second of fiddling, she managed to tug it free, and grinned at Rylie’s awestruck face.
“Holy shit.”
“Come on, it was bound to happen sometime.” Sophia amusedly rolled her eyes and waddled over to her bed, shrugging her jacket from her bare shoulders.
“I know, but… Wow. On the first date? I didn’t think he had it in him.”
“Me neither, honestly,” Sophia hummed, falling back onto the squeaky mattress, letting out a small ‘oof’ from the weight now pressing down on her, “But he did.”
She closed her eyes and began caressing her belly, a smile playing on her lips as she remembered everything that had happened in the past two hours. “He really, really did.”
“How many are in there?”
Sophia gave her a sly side-eye. “No idea.”
There was quiet for a moment, as Sophia hummed quietly to the swell of fertility that had overtaken her body, and Rylie turned back to her laptop, desperately trying to focus on the prose. Then she spoke up.
“… Do you know if he’s busy next weekend?”
