#Bursting

[bdune]

Last night was intense! Eating challenge winner.

#bursting #stuffed belly #feedee belly #ball belly #ball gut #bloated gut #huge gut

[muchelburstenstein]

I knew I didn't have long left.

I had woken up in my yard, sore between my legs from the creature violating me. I held my friends hand as her own little abomination had split her open, writhing, begging me to save her, to get it out. There was nothing I could do, even as I felt my own pants getting tighter, strange, unnatural movements from inside me.

All I could do was wait. I knew I didn't have long, my friend had been impregnated not long before I had, and I was already showing. I tugged off my bloody clothes as the bathtub filled. Laid, naked, in the warm water, feeling my body relax even as my middle grew more and more firm.

It was starting to hurt. It was nearly time. I recognized the symptoms, remembered my friends screams, her pleading and sobbing. The way her back arched, gripping my hand tight as blood began to leak from a small rip in her belly...

I felt the first big push. I gasped, the pain catching me off guard. I knew this was just the start. That it was only going to get worse. I tried to keep breathing, stay calm. Another thrust made my breath catch, but I wouldn't give in.

It kept going. Roiling, alien movements from inside me. Growing pressure and pain. I had been raped pregnant with a monster, I couldn't stop this. All I could do was let it come. I gripped the sides of the tub, spread my legs on instinct, knowing it would never allow itself to be born naturally. This is what it was meant to do. The climax of the assault my friend and I had been subject to.

I watched a bruise spread over my middle. My toes curled as my back arched, but I still wouldn't scream. The pain was overwhelming, I could feel it tearing me open inside, muscle breaking, organs rupturing. I let out an ugly grunt of agony, the wet sound of my uterus being torn open filling the room.

"Oh God..." I panted, barely able to focus my vision. "Please, I can't, I CAN'T!" The screams couldn't be held back any longer. I felt the skin starting to split, the water turning red as, slowly, thrust by thrust, the demon I had grown inside me killed its way into the world, no matter how badly I despised it...

#bad end #bursting #monster pregnancy #unwanted pregnancy #rapid pregnancy #inhuman pregnancy

[redrcs]

Penultimate Moment

#original photographers #water bubble #display #rainbow #bursting

[service4cops]

Congratulations, it's been 30 days. Stop by and let me take care of that for you. You must be bursting.

I'll say he was.

#no nut november #congratulations #30 day challenge #30 day load #he's earned it #thanked him on my knees #took his load #massive load #he really needed that #he can't wait #full balls #bursting

[simsimsalaboom]

In her older years, Doc doesn't get the chance to make some friends as often as she used to, so when Eileen and her hit it off, she might as well take her to her favorite hang out spot: the local slime caverns where she loves to relax and let her and her pal become slime hives!

Simmission for ADoomedSpaceMarine

#sim art #doc.exe #slime kink #slime inflation #inflation kink #body inflation #preg kink #hyper preg #full body pregnancy #popping #bursting

[fuckyeahfluiddynamics]

Viscoelasticity and Bubbles

Bursting bubbles enhance our drinks, seed our clouds, and affect our health. Because these bubbles are so small, they're easily affected by changes at the interface, like surfactants, Marangoni effects, or, as a recent study shows, viscoelasticity. (Image and research credit: B. Ji et al.; submission by Jie F.) Read the full article

#bubbles #bursting #fluiddynamics #physics #science #surfacetension #viscoelasticity

[muchelburstenstein]

New Years Party

(CONTENT WARNING: Burst)

I opened my eyes, and found myself in a crowded space surrounded by masked strangers.

I tried to stand up, to get away, but could barely wiggle my arms and legs. Looking at myself, I realized my situation was far worse than what I thought it was.

My wrists were strapped with what seemed to be leather strips to a wooden surface, each one separate and over my head. Turning my gaze lower, I realized quickly that I was entirely naked. My modest breasts were stiff, the air in the room chilly without anything covering me. So too was I exposed from the waist down, my legs wide open and my knees bent due to a brace resting under them. It was like being in some sort of birthing table, except that my back was only slightly angled, more like I was sitting in a slightly reclined position rather than the more bed-like apparatus.

My feet were resting on the ground, and while I couldn’t see my feet, I could feel ground underneath them. So far as I could tell I was in no pressing danger, though my groin was aching. I tried to remember where I had been prior to this.

There was a party of some kind. New years. I had been drinking quite a bit, and had decided to go out to get fresh air. I’d been having a walk around the block, my head clearing slightly, when a van pulled up next to me. Some masked men jumped out, and…

That was as far as my memory went. I guess I’d blacked out or they’d knocked me unconscious somehow. I tried not to think too much about my tender womanhood, instead taking in the scene around me.

Everyone seemed happy. People were laughing, dancing, there was music. It seemed to be a masquerade, nobody’s face was visible. We also seemed to be in a very fancy building, maybe a mansion or a ballroom in a swanky hotel or something. There were snacks near the walls, and everyone seemed relaxed.

But there was a hidden energy in the air, an expectancy. Like everyone was just waiting for some event that I was unaware of.

And over against one wall was me, naked and immobilized. Nobody tried to help me, but nobody was doing anything to cause me harm either. More than a few lingering, almost hungry gazes were cast my way, but beyond that most people just kind of ignored me.

I continued trying to loosen my bonds, maybe find a weak point in the contraption rendering me trapped and also incredibly exposed. The occasional draft tingled over my exposed skin and over my delicate, still sore gender, making me shive with discomfort and a dash of shame.

Then, someone else showed up. Someone in a wardrobe far more magnificent than anyone else, a mask sparkling with gems and intricately painted. Like some sort of high priest or magician or other prestigious, ancient leader.

“Welcome!” His voice boomed over the assembly, and a hush fell, the music falling silent “I am so pleased you could make it to my fantastic New Year’s party!” the seemingly important man continued, his tone pleased and excited. “We are at last approaching the passing of this rather droll and disappointing year, and I am thrilled to announce that, once more, we have found a suitable guest to help us ring in the fresh calendar in our special, exciting fashion!”

I was starting to feel even warmer than I was before. I squirmed uneasily, a strange feeling distracting me, like a tightness building deep in my core. “Ah, yes, as always the event is right on time!” Even now you can see our special guest beginning to feel the effects of our celebration!”

All eyes turned to me. I shrank back, concerned, but still that tightness only seemed to intensify, and I bit my lip as I felt sweat bead on my forehead. The resplendent man swaggered toward me, before kneeling down and carefully touching my belly with his hand. I shivered, the skin there far more sensitive than it had ever been. “Ah, don’t worry dear.” The host of this said, loud enough for the silent room to hear. “It’s natural for you to be a bit more sensitive. Most women tend to get that way when they’re expecting, and you’re but one hour away from meeting your bundle of joy.”

I looked down at where my captor’s hand was caressing my flesh. Expecting? No, I wasn’t… I couldn’t be… “There we go… starting to show already, right on schedule. So reliable and precise, they are.” I couldn’t help but whimper as I saw what the resplendent man was talking about. A tiny bulge was starting to press out under his fingertips, just above my freshly shaved groin.

“Congratulations are in order, I suppose. You’re a mommy now, isn’t that lovely?” Tears welled in my eyes as the one taunting me continued to tenderly, gently stroke my baby bump. “N-no… I can’t be… I never…” “Ah, but you are!” The man replied, rising and raising his voice once more. “And these creatures young are very predictable. At exactly the stroke of midnight, you will give birth to your inhuman child, blessing the New Year with new life!”

The assembled crowd cheered as I cried out in protest. I begged someone to let me go, apologized for whatever I had done wrong, pleaded with them to get this thing, whatever it was, out of me. But nobody was listening.

The music began once more, the costumed man sauntered away, surrounded by people who seemed to adore him, and once more everywhere was talking and laughing and dancing.

I’d been impregnated against my will. And worse, by something not even human. It was growing quickly, and the sensations were intense. There was a tight pulling feeling inside as my womb stretched and grew to keep up with the thing my body was happily gestating.

At first, it was hard to tell I was pregnant, but within ten more minutes it was obvious. The swell of my midriff became more pronounced, and although my bellybutton was resting on the bump at an odd angle, it was being shifted toward the center as my unasked for child filled me more by the minute.

People started to approach me now. Most just stroked my belly, saying how amazing I looked, how they were sure I’d do an amazing job, “put on a good show” as more than a few said. A few others were more bold, toying with my breasts or slipping a hand down between my legs. A felt mostly thicker, clumsier male fingers rubbing over my womanhood, but to my surprise more than a couple of thin, precise female digits immediately found my sensitive button and teased it for a few moments as well, making me whimper and gasp, overwhelmed by how sensitive my sex had become as a result of my condition.

I continued growing the life that had been forced into my womb, unable to do anything to slow or stop it. As I got bigger, visits became more frequent, my more bold attendants becoming more frequent. I was asked questions. How it felt to be pregnant. “Awful. I didn’t want this.” I would reply. They would usually chuckle knowingly or nod, saying something foreboding like “Poor thing. And you haven’t even begun labor…” As my bellybutton began to drift toward the center of my fertile swell, at last taking the position so many were familiar with, people began to touch and play with that as well, asking how sensitive it was, telling me they couldn’t wait to see it push out.

Inevitably, that moment came. My navel was pulled flat as I entered my third trimester. Then, as time dragged on, it was forced into an outie, a extra nub on top of the swollen, tight, hot orb that my once flat midriff had become. I felt so heavy, so full. I was sweating constantly, I felt like I was burning up.

The guests started to tease my outie, which had become incredibly sensitive. I felt ashamed of how wet I had become, how easy it was to send pleasure dancing over my skin and into my core with the gentlest of touches.

I would plead with the people who came to enjoy my condition. Beg them to let me go, to get the baby out, to at least tell me what was going on. But most of them were only there to use me for their own amusement. Someone started teasing my clit, tugging at it and rolling back the hood to stroke the base, and I found myself panting and arching my back, toes curling as I felt an intense tightness building at my core. “I’m gonna… gonna… oh god no don’t make me!” I gasped.

But they did. I couldn’t help it. Disgusted with myself, my entire body shuddered as I was forced to orgasm. They kept going, faster and with even more precision, I could do nothing to stop them. I came even harder as they moaned in arousal. Then, a third and final time, my screams echoing through the room, I squirted. Some people giggled, others moaned, commenting on how sexy it was.

I broke down. As the latest visitor walked away, I sobbed, staring at my belly, feeling my juices cooling on my thighs, helpless and pregnant and feeling violated. Even worse was that I had orgasmed, knowing that, in some way, some part of me enjoyed what was happening, what had just been done to me even though I was begging them to stop.

From then on, most of my tormentors only approached to fondle my increasingly gravid orb. The masked strangers kept massaging the point just below my protruding navel, saying they were trying to keep my muscles nice and relaxed, telling me to stay calm no matter what, that if I tensed up and fought my baby it would only be worse, hurt more.

I had no idea what they were talking about. It was hard to imagine me being more distressed than I was now. And how would not tensing make it hurt less? Wasn’t the point that I was supposed to push the baby out?

I was nearing the end of my pregnancy, I could feel it. I was huge, the weight in my belly was shifting down, changing my fecund mount from a drum-tight shining orb into a low-hanging oblong shape. I could feel movement from inside, nudging and kicking and squirming. It made me feel utterly helpless. I’d grown an inhuman child within my womb, even though I’d never asked for it, never wanted it. And soon, it would come out.

Once more, the well-dressed host strode near me, standing off to the side as I stared at my life-filled belly, feeling hot and sore and defeated. “Ladies and Gentelmen!” The flamboyantly dressed man called. “Soon, it will be time. There are but ten minutes remaining in this year, and it is time for the old to pass on, and make way for the new! You can see, even now, the child is eager to emerge from its shell. Let us celebrate and encourage the arrival of our newest friend!”

The gathered crowd cheered, but I wasn’t certain what the masked man meant. What did he mean even now? The baby was just kicking a bit more than normal. I wasn’t having contractions or anything.

Some of the party-goers walked around and continued dancing, dining, and joking. But now I had become something of a main event. Many of the ones that had been enjoying themselves at my expense were now gathered as close as they dared, watching my every move and shift with a hungry gaze. Like they were watching for something they knew would come any second now.

I wished the awful thing inside me would stop kicking, it was distracting. There were little bumps where the pushes from inside were coming from, the same spot over and over, just below my outie. “Please… stop kicking baby, you’re starting to make me sore there. Just… just be nice and I promise I’ll birth you as soon as I can.”

I felt stupid for trying to bargin with the creature in my belly. Even more so as dark chuckles and snickers came from the assembled crowd. But I ignored them, waiting for the contractions to begin.

I waited.

And waited.

The minutes crawled on, and I was groaning in discomfort, the repeated nudges on that same spot beneath my belly-button becoming more painful under the repeated kicks. Those, in turn, seemed to almost be getting stronger. The little bumps began to press out further, and I began to breathe heavily, trying not to let the masked freaks surrounding me know how much the movement of my unasked for child were hurting me.

A particularly strong hit forced a low groan to escape me as I leaned my head back. Why wouldn’t it stop hitting that same stupid spot?! It was getting really sensitive, sending pain radiating along the surface of my full-term swell. I gradually shifted from heavy, controlled breathing to panting, gasping in air as the unpleasant sensations intensified.

The crowd started to murmur in excitement, pointing at the repeated rising bumps in my skin, though

I couldn’t make out what everyone was saying. One woman’s voice came out clear, however. “It’s coming, see how hard it’s starting to push? She’s going to meet her baby so soon, no matter how bad it hurts!”

Slowly, the meaning of that began to clarify. These movements… they weren’t little baby kicks. They were deliberate. I’d read stories about this, seen articles. But it was always something that was dismissed as a myth, not something that really happened. I didn’t understand. “I… I c-can’t be… ugh… b-bursting!” I managed to gasp as the thrusting intensified.

I was met with cruel laughter.

“No… No, you can’t d-do this I AGH! This can’t b-be happening it’s nOUAH! N-not something that really hAHHHN! Happens!” It was getting worse as the efforts of my terrible unasked for child became more powerful, faster. Somone called that there were only five minutes left, and I let out a cry as a particularly strong thrust caught me off guard.

The skin was starting to bruise, becoming a deep purple splotch that radiated out from the central point of my inhuman offspring’s assault. He wouldn’t stop slamming against me, and I could feel little sharp things digging into my skin, teeth biting and claws scratching. This was really happening.

“Please someone heeEEAAAHHH! It hurts so baaaAAAHHHD!!!” I couldn’t stop crying out in agony, it was getting worse with every shove. And they were coming so quickly now, as someone called we were down to two minutes.

I was starting to convulse as the pulling sensation became too much for me. Each thrust made me spasm again, lightning torment radiating out from the spot the monster inside me had chosen to emerge from. “Hurts oh PLUGHHH! Agh, ugh, PLEAAASEEE!!!” I could barely speak, the pressure from inside was driving me insane, and the shoves came one after another, at least two every second.

Everyone was watching now, there were more than a few lustful moans at my condition. Whispers circled me. “She’s so close…” “She’s gonna hatch like a good egg…” “I want’s wait to see her tear open…” “Listen to her screaming god yes…” everyone enjoying the show, nobody lifting a finger to help.

“Alright everyone!” The host cried from some location I couldn’t see. “It’s time for the countdown! Let this poor remnant of the old, dying year know how long she has before the child of the new year is born from her broken body!”

“20!” I could hear a disgusting tearing sound, like cardboard that had been soaked being shredded. It was coming from inside me.

“19!” I couldn’t keep myself from screaming incoherently. The thing, it was being born through my belly, it was coming OUT OF ME!

“18!” I tried to do what I was told to, tried to relax, but I couldn’t help it, it all hurt so bad.

“17!” The bruise was huge, my skin surging forward over and over, my body struggling to hold itself together.

“16!” The countdown was driving me insane, telling me how long I had left before the inevitable. Before the baby burst out of me.

“15!” The thrusting was so strong, so agonizing, I would give anything to make it stop.

“14!” More tearing sounds, my body was breaking from inside, my inhuman child was killing me.

“13!” I thrust my belly forward, trying to do anything to relieve the maddening pressure of the thing inside trying to rip me open.

“12!” I could feel blood pouring from the wounds that had been formed in my womb.

“11!” It wasn’t stopping, I could feel the fibers buckling, giving way…

“10!” A sickening sound as my uterus ruptured, and I let out a shriek of pure agony. Now it only had to break through the skin, and the nightmare I’d been raped pregnant with would be born.

“9!” The thrusting wouldn’t stop, I could feel the teeth and claws like hot knives.

“8!” I couldn’t even scream it hurt so bad, the audience was watching in silence, eager for the climax. But still, the host’s booming voice counted down the last seconds of my terrible labor.

“7!” My toes curled into tight balls, my fingers forming tight fists as everything tensed. I pulled at my restraints, knowing it was too late to escape, but driven by the primal need to escape the pain.

“6!” I tried to kick my legs, to scoot backwards away from the thing inside me that wanted to push forwards so badly. My whole body trembled and convulsed.

“5!” I cried out again as a tiny rip formed in my flesh, sending a small jet of crimson shooting forward.

“4!” Thrust, thrust, thrust, the wound ripping sickeningly a bit wider each time.

“3!” I couldn’t escape couldn’t fight it, it hurt so bad please just make it end!

“2!” Someone in the crowd cried “You’re doing so good, I can see the head!”

“1!” The pain was so overwhelming, so all consuming, I cried out one last time: “IT HURTS SO BAD IT’S BEING BOOORRRNNN!”

Thrust!

Thrust!

THRUST!!!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The host called as confetti exploded from the ceiling, just as a spray of blood erupted from my ruined, swollen belly, the awful warbling of my newborn monster joining the freshly re-started music. The crowd cheered excitedly, embracing and kissing among other things. The host came over to pull the beast he’d forced me to deliver from my destroyed midsection. “Ah, such a cutie, there you are!” he cooed to the thing that had killed me.

“Wh… why?” I managed to gasp out. The masked man looked at me, head tilted. “It’s the theme, my dear.” He replied. “Out with the old, in with the new and all. It’s just bad luck you happened to be chosen as the old.”

The words sent a chill down my spine, deeper than even the cold radiating from the gaping wound my unasked for child had made as it was born. I at last managed to lay back and relax, gazing at the swirling color that was the room and the blurry orgy that was starting to build momentum in front of me. I closed my eyes, savoring the tune of “Auld Lang Syne” one last time…

#bad end #bursting #rapid pregnancy #monster pregnancy #unwanted pregnancy

[boytumms]

A boy is locked up in a chair. Noise-cancelling headphones connect to the microphones against his belly, and goggles show an x-ray of his abdomen.  The only things he can feel are the tube down his throat and the plug in his ass.  There are no distractions from how full he is and how much it aches.  He's fed, like clockwork, every hour and no amount of thrashing, begging or crying makes it stop.  He thinks the worst part might be that he can see each cramp before it happens, watch the strained, aching muscles in his intestines stretch around whatever obstruction he's been forced to swallow, the way he can see his stomach fills with heavy cream and chili and soda.  He's nearly deafened by the groans and gurgles echoing out of his swollen belly and he doesn't know how long it's been since he woke up like this. His greatest fear is that he doesn't know if someone is doing this to him, or if he's just been hooked up to an automatic system and just-- forgotten

This sounds sooo good, I could sit there and watch him for hours :)

Maybe the machine is programmed to fill him random amounts at random times so he never knows how much his tummy is about to be filled or when. Sometimes its not too bad, but other times the machine wont stop and he thinks it's going to fill him until he bursts. It makes him thrash and scream around the tube as he's forced to watch and listen to his poor belly struggle to hold so much food, getting dangerously closer and closer to popping.

It hasn't burst him yet but if the machine ever malfunctions, he'll be in a lot of trouble...

#ask #anonymous #stuffing #tummy ache #belly ache #stomachache #belly torture #belly kink #bursting

[please-dontperceiveme]

Min0rs/pr0ship DNI! 18+ only! AGELESS BLOGS LIKING/REBLOGGING WILL BE BLOCKED!

Taking that AU on my art blog and immediately finding a way to be inappropriate with it god bless (Mint belongs to my beloved partner!)

Min0rs/pr0ship DNI! 18+ only! AGELESS BLOGS LIKING/REBLOGGING WILL BE BLOCKED!

#perceive.txt #perceive.png #sunshine.oc #mint.oc #wg #wg kink #macro/micro #slime kink #popping #bursting #<- just in case

[mikanlardyclinic]

Mikan, I understand you're trying to keep your patients from getting any unhealthier but... is eating their meals really needed? You look practically turgid...

GROOOOOOOOOOOAN GURGLE...

The nurse's taut gut groaned as she shoved more food down her throat... Tears strolling down her face as the pain in her midsection felt sharper and sharper.. But she had to continue.. To help her friends.. To be useful to them otherwise.. They could hate her... Or even worse they could die.. Making everyone hate her!.. But... God.. Why did MIU had to order so much, She was just recovering from her last heart surgery she was supposed to take care of herself like mikan told her!..

"u..ughuu.... Hnnbgh.. Y..yesh... O..otherwishe.. T..the othersh.. The othersh will g..get w..worshe..! A..and they'll hate meeh.."

Forcefully the nurse kept shoving a burger coated in lard down her throat.. Her poor heart doing it's best to beat as more lard emcompassed her

"H..HRLUUUHK!~"

A yellowish vile escaped her lips.. Relieving some pressure but.. Making her burst into a full on cry taking bigher bites of the burger as her vomit dribbled down her chins and chest..

"t..they'll hate meh.. If i.. Washte any of their food... G..gotta pusb.. P..pleashe.. D..don't h..hate meeh.."

Troubled breathing interruped by bites.. Cries and more bile escaping her insidds until she finally took the final bite of the burger.. Wheezing her gut red and taut.. The nurse shoved a fistfull of fries down her throat.. Finishing miu's order.. And felt really bad... Like inminient doom was approaching.. She started crying again..

"u..ughhuu.. H..hnnnghu.. I..im s..shooou s...shorrry!!!.. P..pleashe d..don't h..hate m..meeeeh!

KAPLOUUUUSH......

Lard and remains of the nurse covered the walls.. Lil drops of blood barely noticeable as the lard inside her body emcompassed the room painting it a nasty yellow.. Her cute lil apron coated in food stains slowly floated down.. Falling on the lardy remains of the nurse

#muse : mikan tsumiki #sandwichsakurauchi #puking #Bursting

[simsimsalaboom]

After getting kidnapped by the Maid Sheep cafe and being left to drown in a barrel of tomato juice, the only way out Ranko can think of so save Nagomi's life is to start drinking the stuff as quickly as possibly. As impossible and overly kinky of a scenario that is somehow it ends up working out way better than Nagomi expected to, escaping to work another day, though how they were going to move an obviously bloated and stuck Ranko was a different question.

Although, I think Ranko might already know she bit off more than she could chew... ( or I guess the expression would be gulped down more than she could swallow? ). 

Anyways the cougar pig explodes and it's hot.

You could have seen this a month early on my Patreon 🟠 Please show me your support!!

#sim art #body inflation #body expansion #inflation kink #bursting #popping

[muchelburstenstein]

Adventures of You: Concert

(Content Warning: Burst)

Everything seemed so normal.

The band was playing, their music a pounding, sexy beat as the lead singer’s buttery voice melted in your ears. You had a bad feeling about going to this, your friends had declined to come with, saying there were reports of weird people in the area, attacking passers by and pinning them to walls or the ground while apologizing until they were restrained. Bizarre stuff. But so far, the concert had been fantastic, everyone too busy listening to the sultry voices of those dreamy boys to spazz out or start a riot.

Then, you hear screams from close by, terror and pain sending shivers down your spine. You run to investigate, to see if perhaps you can do something to help. A woman is holding another girl down, apologizing over and over, saying she can't hold them back. At first, you're confused, as security heads toward the struggling pair. Then you notice her belly growing quickly, the skin bulging and writhing as her body trembles and convulses. She clearly is in indescribably horrific pain.

You've heard of this, papers reporting on the epidemics. But they're supposed to only happen far away from here, third world countries and deep in jungles. And even there, an outbreak could decimate a population if it didn’t take proper precautions. Here, now, in a crowd this big, mostly of women... You turn to run, but the screams become a gurgle, and then the disgusting, nightmarish sound of flesh ripping comes from behind you.

It’s happening.

Not even turning, you desperately try to flee, only for something small and moist to hit your leg. Instantly, you feel it crawl up, toward your largely unprotected loins. Panic wrapping around your heart, you scream, trying to slap it away, to get it off before it was too late. It’s not enough, and the red maggot-looking creature quickly dives under your panties easily, made only for this single, simple purpose.

Your feminine lips putting up no resistance, it enters your body, quickly sliding up your sensitive tunnel. There's a sharp ache as it slips into your womb. Tears blurring your vision, you recall what comes next. It's spewing hormones into your womb, saturating your ovaries, forcing every egg within you to mature and release at the same time. Seconds later, it begins hemorrhaging it’s parasitic seed, fertilizing every single one without fail. Each of them nestle into your uterine lining, a thousand thousand little pin pricks of pain as they merge with your body, impregnating you with countless numbers of these small, parasitic worms.

Far too many for your body to safely hold.

The whole process takes only seconds, the gestation of each creature not much more than that. You take deep breaths, struggling not to let the panic overtake you. There's a chance, you've seen it work before in the documentary. It’s painful, difficult, disgusting and humiliating, but it’s your only chance to survive this. You have to start pushing once labor begins, and fast. Your cervix never had time to seal, you feel amniotic fluid leaking from your gender, coating your thighs. As soon as the disgusting parasites are fully formed, they detach to make room for the rest of their brood, giving their host a chance to deliver them before there's too many to hold.

Any second now, you're going to rapidly swell with thousands of writhing, deadly worms. Your only chance is to birth them, as quickly as possible, before they overwhelm the limits of your womb and you erupt with a countless swarm of insectoid impregnators.

Far sooner than you would have liked, a lurching pain courses through your midriff. You can feel your formerly flat belly starting to swell under your hands, the skin hot and firm. You’re pregnant. Even if you survive this, you’re going to be the mother to a horrific swarm of maggots, your body forever scarred and changed by your unwilling impregnation. But that’s secondary. For now, you have to make sure you survive long enough to be traumatized.

The monsters inside press against your palms, eager to emerge from their unwilling mother, not really caring how. You quickly tug down your panties, drop to your knees, open your legs wide, and push with every bit of force you can muster. Screaming, thighs trembling as your toes curl, you arch your back as you bear down as hard as you can. You're rewarded with the slimy. degrading sensation of parasite after parasite pushing through your cervix and oozing down your birth canal. The pain as the slick, sharp-shelled bugs emerge is intense, tearing a scream from your lips as their exoskeletons catch on your delicate folds, leaving cuts and tears as they go gushing from your sensitive womanhood rapidly.

Your nether lips burn, and as you catch your breath screams erupt from around you. You realize you're causing other women to suffer the same fate, your children finding new victims as quickly as they’re born, already sexually mature and instinctually driven to reproduce as quickly as possible. But you can’t afford to care. You can't die, not like this.

Your belly is still growing, they're not all out, not even close. You’re still so very full, growing more by the second as more of your inhuman rape babies attach themselves to your womb and start feeding off your nutriants to grow. Each one that gestates takes a little more energy from you, leeches a little more of the strength you need to give birth to them vaginally. But you can’t rest, can’t afford to think about how you’re already dripping sweat, couldn’t stand even if you wanted to. You push again, tears running down your face, birthing more monstrosities, helpless to stop them from going about their terrible work on all those nearby.

Then you do it again. And again. Bearing down on the growing hard spot inside you, the cruel ache of your unwanted children emerging, leaving vindictive slices along your most sensitive parts as they're born. Every time you stop to take a break, the feeling of your flesh once again swelling makes cold fear stab into your soul. The realization of how exausted you are, your arms quivering and unable to properly catch your breath, is even more chilling.

And still, they sap your life force, stealing away the nutrients you need to save your own life. Remorseless, deadly parasites. Yet, some deep instinct tells you they are still your children, must to your shame. But no time to linger, even as your mind gets fuzzy with how tired and worn-out you are. Only another push, only another stream of maggots dribbling from between your thighs.

After minutes of this desperate, relentless effort, you feel like you're so close. Your belly is almost entirely flat, and even as hundreds of maggots develop inside you, your frenzied efforts seem to be holding the worst at bay. But you're utterly tapped out. You’ve only stopped bearing down to gasp in a rushed breath before putting even more effort into it. You must breathe, you feel as though you're on the verge of passing out. Sobbing, you begin to pulse once again with horrible, violent life.

Crying out as you struggle, more emerge from your slime-coated feminine lips, but this time your parasite infected womb doesn't empty as much. You're simply getting too tired, there's just so many, growing far too quickly. Another woman pushes out her last one, and collapses, knowing she'll survive the day but entirely drained. She’s passed out before she hits the ground.

Your aching womb, meanwhile, bloats out suddenly, causing pressure to mount to intensely painful levels. Once again you bear down, the ravenous things coming out slower than ever. Musky, bloody juices drip from your quivering sex, but it's not enough.

It’s just not enough.

Sobbing, holding your roiling baby bump as you sob out helpless pleas to the monsters invagin your body, you quickly swell. After mere seconds you appear seven months pregnant, the intense sensations from within becoming even stronger as your belly fills with nightmarish, insectile life.

A woman in front of you starts screaming, her belly tenting out in a few different places as she runs out of space, her parasitic young looking only to escape. The thrashing from inside gets increasingly chaotic and rapid, the skin bulging further until there's a gurgling shriek, blood leaking from the victim’s mouth as her internal organs rupture from the strain. Then, the unmistakable sound of flesh tearing apart from within. More dull red insects erupt from the once slim frame.

It's pandemonium all around you, women being forced to birth these things, or fleeing, cradling their pregnant bellies, praying they haven't become the next time-bomb. Knowing that if one of the monsters got inside of them, they would burrow through the mucous plug, devour her child, multiply, and then lay dormant.

They would lay in wait until the poor thing got into a crowded area, full of potental victims. Then they would make their move. Suddenly all the energy they’d been storing for however long would explode to life, taking control of the host’s motor functions as they rapidly grew and forcing the terrified woman to pin a host-to-be, leaving them helpless as the former hapilly pregnant woman bursts open with a torrent of parasitic life. That was most likely what had happened to the woman who started all this.

You would feel bad for her, had she not doomed so many people here in the process of her demise.

You gaze teary-eyed at your own life-filled form. The pressure is mounting, even as you continue struggling to birth your deadly young, echoing through your entire body as it struggles to stay in one piece. You to pant desperately, barely able to breathe as every little movement radiates across your entire fecund mound, your womb  so large that it’s pressing up firmly against your lungs, threatening to crush your internal organs or break bones. Your belly-button pops out, and you know it's almost time.

A teenage girl is looking at you, horrified, her own belly just beginning to swell. Sobbing, she pulls down her pants and panties, squats in front of you, and begins to birth her own offspring in a panic. You can already tell the poor thing isn't strong enough, she's too young. She, like you, is doomed. It's just a matter of time now.

The sharp pains begin. Almost every woman has either been infected, has left, or is dying, oozing blood from the jagged fleshy tatters of what was once their wombs. You start to scream as your flesh is stretched, sharp pains coming from within as your limits are exceeded. You beg for mercy from your children, from whatever gods may or may not be listening.

But your babies do not care. They only want to be born. And if the gods hear you, they show no sign of it.

You just wanted to go to the concert. It’s not fair.

The pressure within is unbearable, and you feel the parasites inside shoving against your uterus, causing your skin to tent out as they seek to over-tax your fragile body. It won’t be much longer now at all.

The movement becomes even more intense as you fan at the hot, straining flesh, the harsh thrusts from within becoming stronger, until the monsters are violently thrashing, the flesh of your fertile orb roiling and bulging, causing you to shriek in agony. You feel ribs crack under the slams of your hard shelled young, your lungs punctured by your ribs. Your shreik of agony turns into a dying gurgle as you taste blood, feeling it leak out of the corner of your mouth as you clutch your belly, desprately trying, and failing, to prevent the inevitable.

With a final thrust, your womb ruptures under the immense strain, the parasites pouring into your body, crushing some of your internal organs as still more of the nightmares continue to grow inside. Finally, with a wet, coppery sob, your horrific pregnant swell splits vertically in a massive, jagged split, spilling the lethal children you've involuntarily gestated onto the street.

The young girl in front of you is staring at a writhing full-term belly now. She reaches out tentatively, seemingly confused. "Ow... it hurts... Why does it hurt so much..." she almost whispers, blood running from her mouth. Then the loud, ripping noise that signals her demise reaches your ears, and you see her own terrible brood land near yours.

But you are just two of many victims that this outbreak would claim. This town would be utterly devastated, the foul creatures you birthed giving you many, many monstrous descendants.

It is a small mercy you would not live to see it. Darkness begins to consume you, and you welcome its embrace.

#bad end #bursting #monster pregnancy #unwanted pregnancy #first person perspective #rapid pregnancy

[boytumms]

A prison that prides itself in little to no contact, by keeping its prisoners basically immobile, feeding them once a month before placing them in a tiny cell.

How do the prisoners stay alive? They drug them to slow their metabolism down to a crawl, then forcefeeding them gallons of grub their body slowly works through.

They’re packed tight with substance until stretch marks form and their belly’s red, but they don’t burst— only ache and groan until their stomach’s digested enough to make it less painful. Then when their stomach finally flattens and the month’s over its back to being manhandled out of the cell and forcefed all over again.

The only indication that they’re gonna get out is the fact that they receive some human contact. Life sentences are trapped in one sealed box, feeding tube glued to their throats and their stomach constantly on the verge of bursting, but just won’t.

Ooooo that sounds so good!! I can imagine the sounds of hundreds of prisoners groaning and gurgling bellies echoing throughout the whole building, all moaning and desperately rubbing their swollen stomachs. Another fun form of punishment for misbehaviour could be to be put in isolation and starved, long enough for their stomach capacity to shrink so that when their monthly stuffing comes around, their body isn’t use to it anymore and it becomes even more painful as their body struggles to stretch around so much food.

And of course in a prison like this, the death sentence would be by bursting their belly

#ask #anonymous #stuffing #belly torture #tummy ache #belly ache #stomachache #belly kink #bursting #belly burst

[fuckyeahfluiddynamics]

#bubbles #bursting #climate #droplet ejection #droplets #fluid dynamics #ocean #physics #pollution #science