You were walking home when it happened. Something came up from behind and grabbed you. You were pulled into a back alley, and felt a sharp pain on your neck. The world became blurry, and you couldn’t keep your balance, collapsing as the world fades to black.
You woke up later, having no idea how long it’s been, still fully clothed. You get up, and finish the journey you had started, shaken and uneasy. You kept getting odd sensations, feelings you couldn’t explain. Your nipples would randomly tingle, You’d feel a heat between your legs, a movement from inside. By the time you got home, you were exhausted. It was all you could do to stagger to your bed and pass out, ignoring your roommate asking if you’re ok. You’re simply too tired.
You wake up, pain radiating from your stomach. You roll over and sit up, then notice what’s happened while you were asleep. Overnight, you’ve acquired a massive pregnant swell, your belly-button poking out. Before you have time to process that, another pain radiates across your swollen form, followed shortly by another. Something’s inside of you, you’re pregnant with something. And as what can only be another contraction hits, you realize whatever it is, it must be ready to come out.
You’re still dressed, and as you stand up, the next spasm rocks your massive womb, causing you to cry out in pain. As you hold your laboring stomach, you feel something let loose, and you feel liquid start to pour from inside your feminine tunnel. Your waters have broken, and the baby is coming fast.
As you slide your pants and panties down, you see the amniotic fluid is a bright, glowing green, staining your garments and the floor. Panicking, you scream with the next contraction. They’re getting more painful, and coming faster. You call for your roommate as you step out of your clothes, not bothering with your shirt. She runs in as another crushing cramp drives you to your knees, dressed in a skirt and t-shirt.
“Oh god! What happened to you?!” She asks, looking helplessly at your suddenly swollen from. You try to respond, but another contraction leaves you breathless, and the need to push begins to make itself known. You’re pregnant with something, some horrible creature that’s been forced into your body against your will. Now you have to birth it, weather you want to or not.
You lay back, spreading your legs wide to make an opening for the thing that was raped into you, praying it’s not some sort of burster. You feel it pressing down you your cervix, slowly spreading it open. You bear down, and it begins to move into your birth canal. Your roommate squats down next to you and takes your hand. “It’s ok, we’ll get through this. You can do it!”
As the next agonizing contraction hits, you’re not sure you can. You push once again, and it’s horrible. Whatever you’ve been impregnated with, it’s clearly not human, and clearly not meant to be birthed by humans. There’s some sort of sharp spines that seem to cover this monster, and you feel it tearing at your tunnel with every inch. You scream, tears running down your face, as it drags slowly down your straining vagina. You feel warm blood flowing, but you know you can’t stop.
Another contraction, and you bear down, squeezing your roommate’s hand, and feeling this terrible thing slowly fill your womanhood, inch by inch. Your belly feels like it’s collapsing on itself, and you desperately push. You feel the head finally nearing the entrance you your body. “You’re starting to bulge, you’re almost there. I know it hurts, but you’re doing great!”
Another push, and it seems like somebody is holding a lighter to your vaginal lips. It burns, burns like fire, and you feel the head of your inhuman rape-baby beginning to crown, opening you bit by bit. More pain, and you scream, throwing your head back and putting every ounce of effort into getting this horrible thing out of your body. You open wider, the burning spreads, you cry out again, the pain only getting worse, but knowing that means progress is happening. “I can see the head!” your roommate exclaims.
A moment later she says “Oh god… what is… uh, I mean, keep pushing, you’re almost there!” You don’t want to. You never wanted this, whatever attacked you tortured you by forcing you to be pregnant, and now this baby is torturing you by making you birth it. You want nothing more than to have it be out, but by doing that you’ll give it life, become it’s mother.
You sob in hopeless desperation as another spasm wracks you, and you have no choice but to push, screaming to god to please, let it be over. You open wider, and your roommate, staring between your legs, covers her mouth, horrified by what she sees emerging from inside you. “It’s… I think it’s head is almost out… one more push… oh god, what happened to you…”
Your tunnel clenches as your belly contracts, driving the creature’s spines deeper into your soft birth canal, and you grunt with exertion, as you start to tire. You feel it begin to slip out, you can feel the head coming out of you. The nightmare is almost over, you can feel it.
Your roommate is silent, only able to watch in stunned horror as you finish the grim task of birthing this unwanted monstrosity. You’re so tired, but you push with your last, desperate strength. It opens you wider, and then, in a rush, it slides from inside you, causing you to scream as the dagger-like protrusions tear at your flesh, and the sudden blast of sensation of the child being born hits you.
You sit back, panting, closing your eyes. You hear your roommate talking, saying “Oh lord almighty, what is that thing? What’s it doing? Wh… no… no, don’t look at me. Get away from me. Get AWAY! NO! NO, HELP, NO!” You open your eyes to see the thing you birthed attack your roommate. It looks almost like some form of insect, and it shoots spines, piercing her upraised arm. She immediately seems to lose control of her body, though she’s still desperately looking around.
You feel weak and cold, and can only watch as the thing you brought into this world against your will climbs onto your friend’s chest, and lowers it’s long, thick tail between her legs, up her skirt. She gasps. “Oh god, no, it’s inside me. Oh god, it’s so deep….” You see large lumps begin to move down the creature’s tail, into the poor woman’s body.
“What’s it… oh no… nooooooooo… oh, please, don’t make me pregnant, please…” She begins to cry as her pleas go unheeded. You’re too weak from your ordeal, you can do nothing to help as you watch egg after egg be pushed into your roommate’s vulnerable womb.
You recognize your child. It’s a new form of parasite, and whoever impregnated you put a queen egg into your poor womb. Most likely the poor woman being violated in front of you is being filled with drones. They’ll probably be easier to birth, but most likely she’ll be birthing them for a long, long time.
If you survive, maybe you’ll get lucky and also get impregnated with drones. But usually, mothers of queens get impregnated with warriors, which have a ten-minute gestation, and grow to the size of human infants. It usually takes a good few slow, agonizing hours to birth one, and they usually will put three or four eggs into you at the same time.
Your roommate looks at you with pleading eyes. “Don’t let her do this to me… please, help…” But you’re already falling unconscious. You pray for death to save you.
You woke up later, having no idea how long it’s been, still fully clothed. You get up, and finish the journey you had started, shaken and uneasy. You kept getting odd sensations, feelings you couldn’t explain. Your nipples would randomly tingle, You’d feel a heat between your legs, a movement from inside. By the time you got home, you were exhausted. It was all you could do to stagger to your bed and pass out, ignoring your roommate asking if you’re ok. You’re simply too tired.
You wake up, pain radiating from your stomach. You roll over and sit up, then notice what’s happened while you were asleep. Overnight, you’ve acquired a massive pregnant swell, your belly-button poking out. Before you have time to process that, another pain radiates across your swollen form, followed shortly by another. Something’s inside of you, you’re pregnant with something. And as what can only be another contraction hits, you realize whatever it is, it must be ready to come out.
You’re still dressed, and as you stand up, the next spasm rocks your massive womb, causing you to cry out in pain. As you hold your laboring stomach, you feel something let loose, and you feel liquid start to pour from inside your feminine tunnel. Your waters have broken, and the baby is coming fast.
As you slide your pants and panties down, you see the amniotic fluid is a bright, glowing green, staining your garments and the floor. Panicking, you scream with the next contraction. They’re getting more painful, and coming faster. You call for your roommate as you step out of your clothes, not bothering with your shirt. She runs in as another crushing cramp drives you to your knees, dressed in a skirt and t-shirt.
“Oh god! What happened to you?!” She asks, looking helplessly at your suddenly swollen from. You try to respond, but another contraction leaves you breathless, and the need to push begins to make itself known. You’re pregnant with something, some horrible creature that’s been forced into your body against your will. Now you have to birth it, weather you want to or not.
You lay back, spreading your legs wide to make an opening for the thing that was raped into you, praying it’s not some sort of burster. You feel it pressing down you your cervix, slowly spreading it open. You bear down, and it begins to move into your birth canal. Your roommate squats down next to you and takes your hand. “It’s ok, we’ll get through this. You can do it!”
As the next agonizing contraction hits, you’re not sure you can. You push once again, and it’s horrible. Whatever you’ve been impregnated with, it’s clearly not human, and clearly not meant to be birthed by humans. There’s some sort of sharp spines that seem to cover this monster, and you feel it tearing at your tunnel with every inch. You scream, tears running down your face, as it drags slowly down your straining vagina. You feel warm blood flowing, but you know you can’t stop.
Another contraction, and you bear down, squeezing your roommate’s hand, and feeling this terrible thing slowly fill your womanhood, inch by inch. Your belly feels like it’s collapsing on itself, and you desperately push. You feel the head finally nearing the entrance you your body. “You’re starting to bulge, you’re almost there. I know it hurts, but you’re doing great!”
Another push, and it seems like somebody is holding a lighter to your vaginal lips. It burns, burns like fire, and you feel the head of your inhuman rape-baby beginning to crown, opening you bit by bit. More pain, and you scream, throwing your head back and putting every ounce of effort into getting this horrible thing out of your body. You open wider, the burning spreads, you cry out again, the pain only getting worse, but knowing that means progress is happening. “I can see the head!” your roommate exclaims.
A moment later she says “Oh god… what is… uh, I mean, keep pushing, you’re almost there!” You don’t want to. You never wanted this, whatever attacked you tortured you by forcing you to be pregnant, and now this baby is torturing you by making you birth it. You want nothing more than to have it be out, but by doing that you’ll give it life, become it’s mother.
You sob in hopeless desperation as another spasm wracks you, and you have no choice but to push, screaming to god to please, let it be over. You open wider, and your roommate, staring between your legs, covers her mouth, horrified by what she sees emerging from inside you. “It’s… I think it’s head is almost out… one more push… oh god, what happened to you…”
Your tunnel clenches as your belly contracts, driving the creature’s spines deeper into your soft birth canal, and you grunt with exertion, as you start to tire. You feel it begin to slip out, you can feel the head coming out of you. The nightmare is almost over, you can feel it.
Your roommate is silent, only able to watch in stunned horror as you finish the grim task of birthing this unwanted monstrosity. You’re so tired, but you push with your last, desperate strength. It opens you wider, and then, in a rush, it slides from inside you, causing you to scream as the dagger-like protrusions tear at your flesh, and the sudden blast of sensation of the child being born hits you.
You sit back, panting, closing your eyes. You hear your roommate talking, saying “Oh lord almighty, what is that thing? What’s it doing? Wh… no… no, don’t look at me. Get away from me. Get AWAY! NO! NO, HELP, NO!” You open your eyes to see the thing you birthed attack your roommate. It looks almost like some form of insect, and it shoots spines, piercing her upraised arm. She immediately seems to lose control of her body, though she’s still desperately looking around.
You feel weak and cold, and can only watch as the thing you brought into this world against your will climbs onto your friend’s chest, and lowers it’s long, thick tail between her legs, up her skirt. She gasps. “Oh god, no, it’s inside me. Oh god, it’s so deep….” You see large lumps begin to move down the creature’s tail, into the poor woman’s body.
“What’s it… oh no… nooooooooo… oh, please, don’t make me pregnant, please…” She begins to cry as her pleas go unheeded. You’re too weak from your ordeal, you can do nothing to help as you watch egg after egg be pushed into your roommate’s vulnerable womb.
You recognize your child. It’s a new form of parasite, and whoever impregnated you put a queen egg into your poor womb. Most likely the poor woman being violated in front of you is being filled with drones. They’ll probably be easier to birth, but most likely she’ll be birthing them for a long, long time.
If you survive, maybe you’ll get lucky and also get impregnated with drones. But usually, mothers of queens get impregnated with warriors, which have a ten-minute gestation, and grow to the size of human infants. It usually takes a good few slow, agonizing hours to birth one, and they usually will put three or four eggs into you at the same time.
Your roommate looks at you with pleading eyes. “Don’t let her do this to me… please, help…” But you’re already falling unconscious. You pray for death to save you.
