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A. Welcome to The Ship
Arriving to the ship for the first time can be disorientating, but there are maps everywhere. A good night's sleep must have been had, because you woke up feeling fantastic. Feel free to check out the shops or restaurants... Or maybe you'd rather go for a walk around the beautiful Biodome! Whatever you decide to do, it's sure to be enjoyable.
Perhaps you woke up here already pregnant... Better check with your scientist before heading off through the ship, since your health is very important to them.
B. Surprise!
You didn't know it before, but you're now officially pregnant. What are you pregnant with? Another member of the ship's child? An alien? A monster? Whatever it is, you're going to have to explain to someone (maybe your best friend... maybe more) that you're pregnant now, and that's bound to be an interesting conversation... Good luck.
Of course, if you're really unfortunate, you might be going through a very fast nine hour pregnancy. Did you just grow bigger right in front of someone's eyes?
C. The Pregnant Life
Things certainly seem to be improving now that you're pregnant. Shops are more willing to help you and people are generally nicer. There's even that stranger who's been making eyes towards you. Well, hey, you're already knocked up with whatever's inside, so might as well go off and have some fun if that's your thing.
D. Cravings
Now you're craving something. Is it food? There's plenty of places to get food.
Something to do? Plenty of things to do around the ship! Maybe get a part time job until the baby's born?
Someone to do? Well, no one's saying you can't offer yourself up. After all, there's always someone interested in the pregnancy experience.
E. The Baby's Coming
You've got another issue to deal with now. You can feel it happening, the thing moving through your body. One small problem, though? You're not anywhere near the scientists. So someone else has got to help you out.
Better go quickly, seems like this one is moving very fast.
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They'd come to him in what felt like a dream an offered him his own existence. What was there to lose by saying yes, really? So there Roxas was, marveling at the beauty that was the biodome. He'd completely forgotten that he was supposed to check in with the scientist to check on his health. He'd also forgotten that he already had something growing inside him.
Something rustled in the undergrowth beside him, and curious the blond crouched down to peer into the greenery. A bird, startled by his closeness, burst from the bush and in turn startled the young man, causing him to let out a shout in surprise and fall back on his butt. He was left sitting there after the bird was gone, looking confused about what had happened.
-C- Pregnant Life
Being pregnant really suited Roxas. He was usually self-sufficient, but he liked how the people here treated him now that his belly was growing round. They noticed him, treated him with kindness, and even doted on him a bit. The more it happened, the more he found himself liking it. And the attention from strangers... Well, why not? It was supposed to be safe here, right?
The young man sauntered over to his admirer, smirking knowingly as he closed the space between them to stand a bit closer than he might otherwise. "Are you just going to stare, or were you going to say hello at some point?"
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Nyx may have been watching someone out of the corner of his eye. Admiring was a good word for it. The young man seemed small, but growing well.
Young man. Pregnant belly. Certainly something to wrap his mind around in time.
"I didn't intend to stare at all. But, hello." He tips his head in greeting, reaching to pull a chair out for Roxas.
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So, he decides to make the approach. Walking up behind him, he places a hand on his shoulder. "Hmph. Busy?" He smirked behind him. "Didn't expect you to enjoy this."
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Well, it wasn't much of a surprise to Shea, more than an annoyance. Even with the fact that she'd agreed to stay, it didn't mean she was especially thrilled with the idea of some parasitic thing living inside of her. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle. She'd just have to get her hands on those things she'd heard about -- the stuff that could speed this shit up.
Guess she'd deal with that after grabbing a bite to eat...
A long, yet barely audible, sigh broke out as she rounded a corner. With her eyes firmly resting on the ground, she wasn't paying any attention... for once. After bumping into the opposite body, she initially released an annoyed grunt, a sharp golden-colored gaze resting on the other person's face. For just that split second, she possibly looked ready to kill that person... but it quickly faded as she released a calming exhale.
It was after forcing a smile, she lifted a hand and patted their head (if it felt condescending, that was because it totally was), "Oh, well. It was probably more my fault than yours, anyway..."
Cravings
Being pregnant sucked just as much as she'd always assumed it would. Not only was looking into the mirror a total nightmare, but it felt like she'd never stop wanting to eat. Food had become the center of her fucking world in what felt like no time at all. There was some mushy crap -- ice cream, apparently -- that she couldn't seem to stop thinking about, and damn if she didn't want to murder the asshole responsible for her discovery of it...
Of course, there was something she wanted more than ice cream...
The one thing she'd been unable to stop thinking about, even more so than with food: she wanted sex. At the point she'd reached, she didn't even care who it was with... only that they were pretty to look at. Whether they were caught looking at her, or not, someone would be getting approached.
Chin held high, arms crossed, the white-haired young woman's posture practically demanded that all attention go right to her. Shea's tone wasn't much better as she asked the random stranger, "Busy?"
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She was assured it would be safe in this place, and so far the aliens running it hadn't given her any reason to lie. She wasn't thrilled with being here, nevermind the offer they gave her. On the other hand she had time to kill before they'd be able to get her home. It was her choice, and she could turn it down, but watching all the pregnant men and women and others roaming around she found herself a bit curious.
Still clad in her heroic uniform she flagged down a passerby. "Excuse me?"
C) Pregnant Life -
Having the shops being willing to help her out was a boon. Her uniform was well designed and could take a lot of punishment, but it would only stretch so far. For the past few days she'd abandoned it for some better cut sweatpants and a loose pink floral top. Best of all the clothing was not only stretchy and comfy, but stylish too.
On the other hand, even the shopkeep seemed a bit surprised at how large her belly was, and by the multiple kicks she could feel she was sure it was going to get bigger. And of course her chest had gotten bigger too. It was almost unreal how easily she carried herself in her state.
"Thank Krypton that they've decided to emulate a yellow sun in here." She murmured to herself. Still she had to walk a bit sideways at times to make sure she didn't block her own view of where she was going. "Guess I'll go catch a movie or something." Her day was wide open. Not having to do the superhero thing started as a nice vacation but now it was getting a little boring.
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That high pitched familiar voice could only be one person. Harley Quinn came bounding into view apparently newly arrived and wide eyed with delight at having found a familiar face.
"Ooo who's the daddy Peegee? Don't tell me ole mustache face Mc. Chesthair finally changed your mind?!"
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Kain grunted as he woke up, trying to pull his memories back together. Despite his protests he was put under for this particular procedure, "For his own safety" he was told. More than the fact that his belly was now swollen to size he was angry at being put into such a vulnerable state.
The doctor seemed a bit nonplussed, "My apologies, but we needed to do it to make sure that the eggs would be transplanted safely."
"Eggs?" Kain's voice was harsh but his anger wasn't strong enough to drive him reaction. He remained sitting at the edge of the recovery bed, glancing at the others in the room on other beds.
"Yes. We found you were a good choice to bear carry dragon eggs but the oviposition can be...traumatic the first time around. We won't have to do it next time. My apologies, I thought that was made clear to you."
Kain looked down at his belly, running his hand over it. He was just now becoming aware that there was the faint sensation of multiple things within his swollen belly at the moment.
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Kain grunted, leaning against the wall. The hospital gown he was wearing left him feeling exposed, and this was a pain that his battle training had never prepared him for. His hand clutched at his belly, bigger than it was before. He'd not expected the dragon eggs to get bigger, but they had all gained size during their development. "Nghhh, it's time..."
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"Eggs are easier, at least. You push the same shape out as in, and then they hatch on their own outside your body," she assured him, but paused thoughtfully. "Well... usually."
The woman lowered her snake half to the cold floor, wincing a bit at the temperature as she righted herself and moved gracefully towards the other man. "We'll have a brood together," she teased, running a hand over the round shape of her abdomen.
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Well, this had been... interesting of a thing to agree to. Mostly something so she wouldn't be bored to tears on Earth, a challenge as it were. She'd still have everything she needed and everything she wanted, but having a... different way of life in a sense would certainly make things interesting. Besides, her father's side of the family were supposedly rather hardy, so this wouldn't be a problem. Or so she thought, the truth in those words would be tested soon enough.
A small yawn slips past Bra's lips as she takes in the sights of the place, powder blue monkey-like tail swaying to and fro behind her as if it's nothing. Hell, it really wasn't, they had talked of different planets and so someone like her probably wouldn't stand out much. Human in appearance with that one little exception, no big deal. But if this was where she was staying for a while, might as well get the map ingrained in her mind before she needed any of it, right?
C.
Pregnant. That word had honestly put a bit of terror in her, a bit of a hang up when it came to Earth. Or whatever. It had taken her a few days to push that fear down and aside, reminding herself that this had been agreed to and that, if she were lucky, the whole nine-ish months thing wouldn't apply here.
Slowly she's taking a deep breath, taking a seat in the grasses of the Biodome, hands delicately resting on her steadily expanding stomach, nothing to really write about currently. Luckily she'd been started off... slow since she hadn't really dealt with this sort of nonsense before. Though she'd certainly been thanking her genes for not being completely sick and useless as well as the fact her tail had been a great boon for reaching things she didn't feel like reaching for. An extra hand, that.
"Kami..." She grumbles, flopping back into the grass to stare up at the.. sky... ceiling? Hell, she didn't know anymore. "Hopefully this gets easier the more it happens."
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Spotting someone else, Ranka trails off, setting herself down slowly and delicately in the grass not far from Bra. "I have to admit, even if it's a little selfish, I'm glad I'm not alone in this," she says, smiling over at Bra. "I'm Ranka."
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Ranka Lee | Macross Frontier | OTA
Mere hours ago, Ranka was going about her bizarre new life, wondering when she'd actually end up a part of this also bizarre science project. She, mostly human with a little zentradi, was meant to give birth to other species' children. Medical technology meant that it wouldn't ruin her figure which was good for her career, it would remain utterly secret from her own... universe? Displaced from time as well, the benefit was... worth it...
Now there was reality. The scientists and doctors had finished their checkups, and it was a very brief incubating sort of alien, and now she was already waddling in whatever clothing they'd had on hand that could fit her newly enlarged body.
It certainly looked liked she was in distress, having not been given the sort of gradual adjustment a pregnant mother normally found themselves with, and she grumbled and muttered under her breath as she leaned against a wall for support.
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Despite the absolutely endless variety of attractions and places to eat, once she was pregnant Ranka still managed to find herself bored. Once upon a time not so long ago, keeping herself amused had never been all that difficult. There was music to listen to, comics to read, shows to watch, and friends to hang out with on occasion. The last time she'd been really, truly at a loss, though, had before her singing career and her exploding into the spotlight.
Taking a vacation had seemed fine, even if it really wasn't much of one with what it was doing to her body, but she hadn't even started to get tired of performing before she arrived here... and that's how she found herself singing in the Starlight Lounge, despite her pregnancy (and with assurance that she was at a safe stage to really put her voice to work), putting on a show of a few very professionally performed chipper pop tunes. All stuff from sets from back home, for now, and a short show to see how people react, but important to her all the same.
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She claps after the performance, perhaps not aware that she's drawing the occasional stare from passersby, or at least trying not to notice -- her belly is pushing out visibly from under her shirt, buttons straining. She really should have picked a better outfit to wear upon leaving home.
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"Uh...hello? Dude? Excuse me?"
People are milling about having a good time and honestly Gar feels left out. But he's never one to turn down a party even if he's confused and lost.
Grabbing a drink from some passing trey he has a sip and grins brightly showing off his fangs.
"DUDE! This stuff is great!" He snags a second before the server is out of arms reach and proceeds to explore the biodome with the bright eyed curiosity of a teen who's got an affection for nature and science fiction.
As for why or how he got here...well maybe someone should update him.
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C: Pregnant Life
"Soooo lazy."
Beastboy was laying sprawled out over a sofa in a common area which made it easy to see his full pregnant belly on display. He was so far along his innie belly button had popped to an outie which he occasionally prodded with a green fingertip.
Of course the belly wasn't the only change he had gone through since coming here. His hair was longer, his lips fuller and most noticeably for a teenage boy...he was growing breasts.
Idly he brought his hands down along his belly which gave a wobble with the creature brewing inside. Once his palms reached his breasts he gave them an experimental squeeze. Being a shapeshifter Beastboy had transformed into female animals...but this was the most feminine his human form had ever become. He wasn't sure how much of it was his own genetics rewriting themselves, and how much of it was part of the experiment.
One thing he was sure of though?
"Heh...boobs are cool."
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D. Cravings
It was embarrassing, it was REALLY embarrassing...but with his hormones so out of whack Beastboy couldn't stop fantasizing.
He'd be in the middle of a meal, or out for a stroll, or even dead asleep and suddenly he'd be hard and hot and squirming to reach around his belly for relief.
Maybe it was his own hormones now waging war against all the estrogen in his system, but he also theorized that maybe his more animalistic side was going into a rut or heat due to all the other fertile life forms around.
He also did not care so much as he wanted it to stop one way or another.
He had managed to make it through most of the morning without incident but now he was in a shop and his nipples were poking through the light shirt he was wearing they had gotten so hard. It wouldn't be long now till his still remaining boy parts got the message and made themselves known.
"Maybe it's time to start wearing skirts and dresses..." He lamented looking for somewhere to hide.
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Chiaki's wandering through the aisles of the clothing store as well, looking for something bigger for her to wear - her belly's already swollen too much for her poor shirt to hold; so she's unbuttoned the shirt, but underneath her breasts are visibly straining her bra.
Nothing wrong with her skirt, though, despite her slightly thicker thighs. "At least with a dress you'd get a new top that fits..."
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1. The Doctor Is In
This place continued to baffle him the longer he stuck around, the procedures mostly in place, having to watch himself if he didn't want to end up like those a part of the experiment proper. It wasn't... too hard for him to do, given the fascination with how any of this was possible between entirely different genetic codes, non-humanoids, manners of birth and reproduction being entirely unlike humanoids, and just those who shouldn't be able to support life being able to now. It was all absolutely fascinating to take in and learn the methods behind the madness, to an extent, he'd been started off slowly enough with just keeping tracks on the... patients, as it were.
Make sure there were no adverse reactions, that everything was healthy, no one was under undue stress, quell any particularly bad habits... that sort of thing. Mundane work, but he'd work his way up soon enough.
Flipping through his file on this particular patient (he'd insisted on paper records on top of electronic due to the possibility of a computer error, how they hadn't been doing that before honestly bothered him) he hums softly to himself, adjusting his glasses before turning his attention towards that examination table.
"Well, then, care to tell me how things have been going for you? Or any complaints, for that matter?"
2. Outside his habitat
One of the rare times he'd bother going out and looking around, preferring to have some tranquility and silence to himself once he was away from... people. His clothing has changed since coming to this place, primarily that it was more simple than he'd had back home. Fingerless gloves were still a staple of his attire, primarily a comfort thing and he still insisted on wearing shoes that hadn't completely covered his feet (unless he had to deal with someone on the verge of birth, he'd learned not to do that the hard way, yuck) while out on his own.
Other than that it was just a typical t-shirt like attire and capri pants, nothing that would cause the man to stand out other than the fact he very clearly was not pregnant like the rest of the ship tended to be at some point or another. Which was perfectly fine by him, preferring to be in control of his own actions and emotions than hormones altering them.
As long as no one disturbed him, he was very keen on just getting his supplies for his home and leaving.
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"Things are going just fine, Doctor," she said casually, offering an assuring smile to the human. She was a caring sort from the start, and her hospitality extended to both staff and patients. "This past pregnancy was very easy. Such a small infant."
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Prompto looked nervous, scratching his chin as he sat there. Honestly, he never liked this sort of thing. Scientists and doctors, always freaked him out. At a month and a half of this rather fast pregnancy, he felt like a balloon. He had removed his shirt, and gave Kabuto a very good look at exactly what this pregnant man looked like.
"...Besides needing to pee all the time? I'm fine, I think."
He's rather hot, his face is pretty red. But he's insisting he's fine.
Jason Todd | Batman (Pre-52) | OTA
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."
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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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That gun in her face doesn't seem to put her off at all, a brow raising in question and fluffy powder blue monkey tail swaying behind her. "Your gun won't do shit, so fair warning before you make a mistake."
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Chiaki was happy to help. There wasn't anything else she was busy doing, right? Her friends were all on their way to being safe, so... she might as well pass the time somehow, even if she'd never imagined such a scenario to be something she'd become familiar with like this.
Among other things, she didn't think it'd be this fast.
On her way out from her little apartment, going to the market to find something to eat, every so often she stumbles and has to clutch the nearest wall as she finds her balance off-kilter. The pregnancy is happening just quickly enough that she didn't expect it to progress this fast. Anyone approaching will get an apologetic smile.
"I'm okay, really... are you?"
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She's found an arcade, but none of the games are really scratching the right itch. As she sits at a driving game, steering around the track, every so often she frowns and shifts imperceptibly on her seat. Her belly is bulging visibly from her too-small shirt, and her breasts have swelled so much that she's actually removed her shirt to feel more comfortable, sitting in her bra and skirt. Yet she still feels warm.
If you approach, she'll turn almost too suddenly. "Hey... do you want to play? I bet I'll beat you, though..."
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... but. He needs comfort. He needs to do something mindless and distracting or the anxiety is going to eat him alive. The scientists seemed kind enough - but no amount of kindness was going to be able to make him able to feel totally calm. The large sweatshirt he's wearing is at least enough to mostly make his current condition less obvious.
The noises of the machines draw him in. Nostalgic. Familiar. None of them are exactly games he actually knows, but they share a lot of similarities that make him feel as if he does know them.
Seeing the topless girl is a bit of a shock, and his eyes widen as he's caught off guard by her presence. For a moment, it looks like he wants to dash away like a scared animal.
"Uhm... well..."
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Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV
Prompto had been here for a little bit already, only a month or so, and when he arrived, they immediately brought him in to be pregnant with something. Said it was good for him, someone of his kind. Trying not to think closely of those implications, he simply nodded and agreed. Hey, whatever worked. He signed up for it. He thinks.
Now he's about halfway through the pregnancy. And he's struggling slightly. It's a strange lifestyle. People treat him with respect, with kindness, and he certainly gets more than enough things for himself these days. A hand rubbing the side of his stomach, he groans slowly.
Today, he's walking along the shops, trying to find something to eat. Tilting his head back and forth and rubbing the back of his neck. "Man... I'm starving..." He's being a bit picky today, and thinking out loud.
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The closer to the end of the pregnancy, the hornier he got. Originally he could just get away with jerking himself off and groaning, but these days? Nah. He needed full on sex. Not just any sex, he really wanted something inside of him. Groaning as he tried to get mobile again from where he was sitting. He knew of a place that was a potential to get laid, but he certainly wasn't sure.
So, The Pink Box. He entered and started to look around a bit, feeling nervous. What was he even doing here? He was so out of place. His libido, however, wasn't going to let him get out without getting something. So he walked to one of the men wandering the store and took a deep breath.
"Hey... uh... listen, I don't normally ask for this, but I need some help."
With his too-tight shirt and jeans that barely fit anymore, he was a mess.
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"Oh, uh... s-sure! I mean. Unless it's a question about these because, uh..."
Yuuri scratched the back of his head nervously as his eyes traveled down the other's frame. He'd never given much thought to pregnancy before coming here, but now it was everywhere and he found himself distracted when faced with a belly - especially one on someone as attractive as Prompto.
He was very glad the other couldn't hear his mortifying thoughts as he shook his head and made himself look back up at his eyes.
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It's been a week since Saori was brought aboard the ship. Aside from the premise of the place, the ship wasn't that bad in terms of amenities. At least that was what she thought until her first trip to a new planet. Apparently whoever had assigned her was made aware her body could take a lot more than an average human. She had been whisked to the scientists immediately after returning, confirming the fertilization was a success. Once that ordeal was over, she made her way to The Rusty Butter Knife for a meal and to catch up with the others.
"I hope you don't mind if I stand. The locals, um, went a bit all out on me."
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"Ngh, you guys are really fidgety today aren't you?" Saori looked down at her rather swollen belly. Honestly, she wasn't surprised at the news she had multiple buns in the oven since she did have twin children back home.
Five of them in one shot was still a bit much. It probably had to do with fertility being one of her domains as a goddess. Regardless of that, being pregnant was still draining and she needed to sit down. She found a bench a few feet away and shuffled her way over, letting out a sigh of relief when she sat down.
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No, this wasn't it, Saori thought to herself. She already had sated her craving for spicy food, there seemed to be another one lurking in the back of her mind. Strange, she didn't have this with her first pregnancy back home. She couldn't stay cooped up in her room any longer and went down to the shops. Before she knew it she found herself in The Pink Room, browsing through the goods. The red head involuntarily licked her lips as she went around.
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"Don't worry about it. You're Saori right? With the new group that came on?"
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Amethyst ~ Steven Universe
"I uh...wha?"
Amethyst was starring at the note she'd been given trying to comprehend just what it was trying to tell her. Then she looked down at her stomach which...did look a little bigger and rounder then usual. Giving it a poke she felt her finger sink into the flesh like it always did...but something wasn't quite right.
"I um...listen this has to be a mistake. I'm a Gem! I don't know how babies are made! I only know how gems are made!"
But of course that didn't matter, especially because by the end of that sentence...her belly had begun to swell. Half an inch at least. Her eyes boggled and she realized what didn't feel right. She was an excellent shape shifter. It was one of her strongest skills and because of that she had a pretty solid grip on what her body had going on inside.
And sure enough she could sense a womb had formed...and something was forming inside it.
Something big.
Her purple face went very pale.
"I-I'm gonna be a mommy..."
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C: The Pregnant Life.
Well there were worse things in the universe.
Once Amethyst had accepted she was going to be used as a walking talking incubator she'd gotten back some of her usual laid back attitude. Even more so when she found out people were more willing to give her food and stuff if she was proudly pregnant.
This led to her strutting around with her big round purple belly on display as it continued to grow. She'd only been on the ship two days and it was the size of a beach ball.
"I haven't been this huge since I ate those watermelons whole." She laughed accepting a plate of cookies and candy and waddling her way over to a chocolate fountain. While it was perhaps unintentional on her part, the rest of her body had begun to swell too giving her a ample rear that kept bumping into people, and breasts big enough that she was getting thrown off balance more easily with every step. Her breasts had grown so much her swollen puffy nipples were always on display through her thin white tank top which at this point looked more like a bra leaving her gut on display.
"Sorry!" She laughs bumping into you and almost sending you into the chocolate fountain.
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D: Cravings
No one told her about THIS part of being pregnant.
Amethyst's knowledge of humans, sex and pregnancy was vague to say the least. Everything she knew had come from one of three places.
1: Basic Cable, mostly sitcoms and wrestling.
2: The two humans in her life Gregg Universe (almost homeless musician) and Vidalia (Teen mom turned T-shirt vendor)
3: Fellow Gem Rose Quartz who was...vague with the details (On just about everything in her life really)
So as she lay there shamelessly on display in the biodome starting to sweat and blush, she was wondering if something had gone horribly wrong in her brain. She felt like her skin was on fire yet she wanted someone to touch her everywhere rather then make it stop! Her clothes felt too tight which wasn't unusual, but now it was more uncomfortable then normal and she was already tugging on her tanktop till it ripped open setting free her oversized breasts which flopped in separate directions following the curve of her belly. Thick dark purple nipples stood at attention and seemed to be leaking.
"T-this is so weird..." She groaned poking at one of the nipples and then shuddering, paralyzed by the sensation.
Team Skull Grunt "Joy" // Pokemon Sun-moon
J liked to think of herself as a totally competent and capable girl. She was after all formerly a member of Team Skull. A rebel who stood up against her families expectations and did what she wanted no matter what people told her.
She liked to think of herself that way, but at the end of the day she was still lost in space on a ship full of weird looking people and...other things. All of which centered around one particular thing. And while she was resistant to embracing her family business, she was here for a reason and if she couldn't be a nurse she would have to be breeding stock.
Thus...
"Listen up gurl because I'll tell ya true, you've got six eggs inside of you. The babies are healthy and strong and getting super sized, but when they pop out is gonna be a surprise!"
Welcome to the crew, the newest member of the medical team. Nurse Skull Grunt. Who thinks the best way to deliver important medical information is through poorly constructed rhymes.
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[C] Even the day care center can't pretend not to know where these eggs came from
Joy groaned as she ran her fingers along her bumpy belly able to feel each individual orb shaped egg as they shifted inside her making her feel less like a punk and more like a misshapen bag of candy.
"This suuuuuucks dude." She complained to no one in particular. She was always either horny, hungry or both and right now she was both of those as well as too exhausted to get off the ground where she'd chosen to lay.
At least it's a nice day in the biodome for being stuck on your back in the shade rubbing a belly full of pokemon eggs. She could use a snack though...or someone to mount her. The thought alone still made her blush even after professing to be such a hard core punk girl. Some things just took some getting used to. Such as how sexually open and active everyone else on this ship was.
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[E] Egg bomb!
"AHHHH I-it's coming out!!!"
Well not yet it wasn't, but the way her pussy was spread open there was no doubt that her eggs were on their way out. The shiny smooth and spotted shell was visible as her lips continued to open, wider then she ever imagined possible.
At least this was a story the other nurses in her family would never be able to top.
"T-this is so wrong!!" She moaned curling her fingers in the bed sheets to keep from groping her own chest. It shouldn't feel this good right? Not according to what she knew about regular pregnancy.
And yet the juices leaking from her were a strong indication her body was enjoying every second of being on display like this as the first egg struggled to push out her tight hole.
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This was as painful as he had expected it to be, to be honest. The young man, possibly one of the youngest on the ship, had few people to rely on here. It was a sore tragedy that came with arriving later than most. What didn't help was his at times prickly personality.
Yuri's intentions were straight forward. His desire to be here was fueled exclusively by his family and with that fire lit it would be difficult to put it out. Perhaps it was a bit of competitiveness that resulted in him pushing so hard to please the scientists working here.
There was a purpose for his presence and that purpose was to carry children. So Yuri was carrying children. Pain was expected, as he was small. Petite in stature and narrow of frame. Adding the weight of a baby -- something his body shouldn't be able to carry -- would certainly only strain him.
To have it grow this fast seemed completely out of the question. It felt as if his insides were being hurriedly readjusted. Yuri chose to simply sit where it began, in the hallway with his hands clamped over his abdomen as he feels the growth.
Yuri always joked about finding children to be parasitic but this was taking that joke to extreme realities.
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Discrimination wasn't something a blonde haired, green eyed Russian was used to. The periodic 'mistaken for a girl until he opened his mouth' thing happened but not that general feeling of people not wanting him around before he could do so. Yuri only recognized it as happening after his stomach was starting to show.
These bastards saw anyone with an empty belly as something to be difficult with. Since that seemed to be the case Yuri may have been responding in kind now that his internal hatchery was growing something.
His snappy retorts and difficult nature didn't seem to bother shop keepers, who were used to irritable and demanding pregnant patrons already. Yuri contemplated dialing it up a thousand notches but it wouldn't do to get himself in trouble. Or overly noticed for that matter.
Flying beneath the radar was a small thing he was attempting. At least until he had his bearings under him. Truth be told, he was task-focused and had no wish to interrupt the process with pointless chatter. Yuri was a soldier-eyed worker and this was the thing he was expected to work on.
Perfectionism had little ability to affect this process. Only to affect the young man's attitude towards it. The attitude had generally been sour as he seemed to be fairing worse than some of the others. Perhaps it was due to his slim frame...
And that same attitude made him irritable towards the person staring at him. Or persons? He wasn't sure, as he had decidedly buried his attention into the book he was thinking of purchasing. He had so little that he kept for himself as it was. Would this be a luxury item of worth?
'What to expect when you're expecting'. The irony that he wasn't supposed to be expecting at all wasn't lost on him.
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In his surprise upon seeing him, Yuuri had forgotten that the younger skater loathed that nickname. It really was the least of his worries at the moment, his brow furrowing and his mouth forming a deep frown. They couldn't be serious.
He walked over quickly, any of his own worries of the moment pushed to the back of his mind.
"What are you doing here?"
Somehow, some way, he hopes the answer isn't what he dreads it might be.
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Nami - League of Legends
A bright woman's laughter could be heard one day at the pool. If anyone approached the pool, they would find a large mermaid silhouette in the water. As if it noticed it being watched, the shadow swam up to the side before jumping out. She looked fairly human from the torso up. Her scales shone as the artificial sun's rays hit them. Instead of flopping on the solid earth like a fish out of water, she actually floated over a puddle of water.
"Hi there! Water you up to?"
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Having offspring was something far from Nami's mind when she first began her journey to the Surface for a Moonstone. Her experience was more in tune with using her skills as the Tidecaller and a fighter on Summoner's Rift. That was all behind her now as hunger now drove her. Sadly, none of the shops were of any help.
"Is it so hard to ask for some raw fish around here?!" she yelled out loud in frustration.