Alien Abduction (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Iluvfoodbabies.

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Elvira was an active young Latina student. She was about 5'6 in height and had a very thick and curvy physique from her minor addition to sweets. A college sophomore, she juggled her busy class schedule with her part-time job at the local grocery store chain. Yet she enjoyed the quiet chaos of her simple life. In fact, she didn’t think she could live without it.

Elvira arrived home late from a workout one evening. She tried to go to the gym at least every day to get her cardio in. Freshly showered and weary, she dumped her gym clothes in her hamper then collapsed to bed on her stomach. She fell asleep almost before her head hit the pillow.

Elvira slept soundly for a good few hours, until she was roused into a semi-conscious state, though she wasn’t sure if she wasn’t just dreaming. There was movement around her. A thud, a step, a quake of her nightstand. She was inclined to investigate but couldn’t seem to open her eyes no matter how hard she tried. Feeling almost drugged in her heavy stupor, she went in and out of consciousness, then felt her body moving, like she was in a smooth vehicle.

There was the occasional flash of light behind her closed eyelids. She felt numb, sort of floaty, and strangely calm. Her eyes finally opened, just the slightest bit, and she made out an expansive field of dried glass. Again, darkness. There was a mechanical hiss. A hatch? She felt the air cooling and getting slightly more humid. It was the sensation of going underground. There was a creak. A green door? Then darkness.

When Elvira awoke again, she was still extremely groggy, but at least she managed to stay conscious this time. She blinked sleepily around what looked like a…stall? Some sort of animal stall? She was bent forward over a simple metal bar, so her backside was sticking out behind her. Her body was nude. She squirmed to get up, but found her hands bound in metal latches on the ground, as were her ankles, keeping her bent.

Elvira felt the sensation of something inside her—some sort of medical tubing, pushed deeply into her vagina and towards her stomach.

Elvira fleetingly wondered if she was sick in the hospital, but that prospect was unlikely, what with the silence, the isolation, the bounds, and all the cold, metallic surfaces. It seemed like a medical or scientific facility, but not one designed for care or comfort.

“Hello?” Elvira called uneasily.

The only answer was a heavy CLONK, followed by the hum of a machine. Elvira’s eyes flew wide open as she felt an ice cold fluid surging inside of her through the tubing. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable, her limbs struggling and fidgeting as she released wheezy little noises.

She quickly realized that it wasn’t just fluid. There were lumps as well. The lumps felt soft and slimy, and she could feel each as it shoved through her opening with the liquid, causing her thighs to shudder and her cheeks to warm. She could feel the contents of the tubing pushing all the way up to her womb, as she grunted, and panted, and experienced a heaviness growing in her midsection.

A tightness followed and Elvira was astonished to see her gently plump midsection begin to shudder and push out. “Oh god, what are you—nghhhh…” she groaned, as she was flooded all the faster. Her belly throbbed and stretched as she grimaced and tried to bear it. There were so many rivaling sensations taking over her, she was lost as to what to do. Her belly grew rounder till she looked pregnant, the mound extending farther and farther towards the floor, her body pouring sweat all the while.

Then the humming stopped, and so did the substance being pushed inside of her. Elvira released a quavering breath as the tubing was steadily retracted from her opening. She gasped and nearly lost her balance when her binds unlatched. Instead, she managed to lower herself to her knees. She marveled in shock at her soft, but rounded belly. She looked as though she could have been eight months pregnant.

A door opened behind her and a man covered fully in a hazmat suit marched in. Saying nothing, he grabbed Elvira’s arm and dragged her roughly to her feet then into the room he had come from. He unceremoniously deposited her onto the floor, then marched off again. Elvira blinked around in fear.

To her relief, there were other people here. Women, specifically. But to Elvira’s unease, everyone in this new room had a common quality. They all appeared to be pregnant, bellies bulging visibly. The women were in various states of dress—some in hospital gowns, others in rags or clothes they had clearly outgrown, some simply nude. In terms of belly-size, Elvira was certain that she was the smallest there. The other women looked at term with child, or beyond. Some looked as though they were due with twins, triplets, or quads. One woman was so large her belly resembled a beach ball. She was flushed, panting, and leaning heavily on a wall as she rubbed the huge mass, barely able to support it.

The women were heavy in other ways, with huge breasts, plump thighs, round pillowy asses, and a general softness to their bodies that eliminated the sharpness of their apparent pregnancies. Though many of the women were standing around, many others were sitting on the ground, or against the wall, looking as though they had plopped down in the cushion of their own fatness.

“What on earth is going on here?” Elvira whispered, horrified.

Many women barely seemed to notice her. Others gave Elvira sad smiles, or just shook their heads.

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