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Jason Todd ([personal profile] graverobin) wrote in [community profile] gravidooc 2017-03-19 01:45 am (UTC)

Jason Todd | Batman (Pre-52) | OTA

[B/C]

Jason doesn't know how he got here, and he certainly doesn't remember signing any pregnancy contract, but here he is, looking at least five months pregnant. He'd always heard about how pregnancy hormones fuck with women's heads. He never doubted that. But experiencing it himself? Jesus, it's a wild ride.

His "baby" isn't exactly human, either, which comes with its own set of problems. Rather than getting kicked with tiny legs, he can feel something writhing in there. He's only been pregnant for a few hours, and he's already sick of it: the aches, the extra weight, the idea that he has a fucking alien gestating inside him.

He takes frequent breaks from looking for a way out to sit with his head in his hands. The one good thing about this is that his senses are on high alert, so he can tell when people are approaching him even with his face covered. Anyone who gets too close will find themselves staring down the barrel of a gun.

"Best back up," Jason says, face still in his free hand. "I'm shooting for two now."

[D]

The bigger he gets, the harder it is to pretend things are normal. Granted, he knows abnormal. He was raised by a man who dressed like a bat to beat up crooks. He came back from the dead. He and normal have never been close. But downing his third mango and pork slushie while tentacles caress him from the inside? That's a little farther from normal than even he'd been expecting.

At least pop culture had prepared him for the weird food cravings. The sudden uptick in libido? Not so much. Flushed and heated, Jason wonders if this is normal, or if something about the alien baby he's carrying is making him feel this way. He resolves to find out.

After taking care of his problem, of course.

The problem with his plan is that he's currently in public, and trying to move from where he sits on the grass by the shops is no easy feat. By now, his stomach is so swollen that he feels like a damn turtle trying to get up off its back. There's nothing nearby for him to grab onto to haul himself up, and every time he feels like he's got his balance right, he's caught off guard by his own weight and ends up plopping back down onto his ass.

By the time his tenth attempt rolls around, he's out of breath, frustrated, and still very, very horny. Cursing under his breath, he sticks his hand out, attempting to stop the nearest passerby.

"Fucking get me to my room before I rip this thing outta me, I swear to god." Translation: hello, kind stranger, care to help him up?

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