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Summary: After being abducted by aliens, Wendy, who is pregnant with multiples, is  fattened relentlessly, to be served as a delicacy at an upcoming holiday feast for alien royalty. Unfortunately the heavily pregnant Wendy goes into labor a week before the feast, and the babies want out. Knowing  that the moment she gives birth, she will be of no value to the alien captors, Wendy struggles to contain the children, all while plotting an  (increasingly hopeless) escape. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, and more.

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Wendy’s eyes were squeezed shut from the unbearable pain and pressure. She was flushed red, pouring sweat as her belly heaved so forcefully she could only take in erratic gasps of air. When she managed to peel her eyes open enough to glimpse up at the hungry Zulians who surrounded her, she wished she hadn’t. Serse was gripping a large meat knife and was bringing it down towards Wendy’s belly. Wendy braced herself for the pain.

But it didn’t come.

She felt a heat encompass her whole body. Was this death? There were mutters and whispers. Wendy opened her eyes again, stunned to see that her skin was emitting a white glow. It reminded her of…of the Spaceforce transport beam.

“What is thisss?” said Serse, his face twisting in fury. “No!”

Wendy went weightless, the bright glow swallowing everything until whiteness was all she saw. It lasted only seconds, and suddenly Wendy was no longer sprawled across the alien banquet on the cusp of being eaten. She was somewhere else entirely.

A muddy pasture surrounded by grassy fields. A goat shrieked nearby. Even the unique pressure of gravity was startlingly familiar.

She didn’t have the opportunity to figure out how she had ended up on earth of all places, galaxies away from Zuul. The distraction of the transport had been brief, but now Wendy was acutely aware of her lurching, throbbing belly, her skin stretched thin and tight, babies lurching, body contracting forcefully, trying to eject them one way or another. She was going to split in two! She squealed out like a pig, the pain just too intense. She heard trampling feet, then the shocked voices of people, but she could hardly register anything other than her own quaking body. Bile came up her throat as her vision blurred, then everything went black.

-

Wendy surfaced. She felt a sense of déjà vu and wondered how many times she had been in and out of consciousness.

She found herself perched on a very large bed. In an…earth hospital? That was right, she was on her home planet. The pain was gone, replaced only with a mild discomfort, and a potent heaviness of her head that Wendy associated with sedatives, and perhaps painkillers. She blinked around until she was no longer seeing doubles. She was covered in sheets, but they were pulled down under her belly, so that it protruded out freely, covered in wires that connected to the many beeping monitors flanking the bed. Wendy belatedly noted that her body was no longer being wracked with forceful contractions. Perhaps this was a product of whatever drugs she had been given. Some medicine to slow or stop labor.

The door to the hospital room swung open. Wendy turned her head towards it, though her movements felt delayed. She blinked slowly at the human woman; the first human she had seen in a long time. Recognition trickled in but her reaction was disproportionate to the onslaught of emotion. “Mother.”

Tears filled her mother’s eyes. The older woman approached, sinking into the chair at Wendy’s bedside and leaning over to take her daughter’s hand. “Oh Wendy,” she rasped, looking over Wendy with horrified eyes, before returning her attention to Wendy’s face. “Oh Wendy…” It seemed the only thing she could articulate, repeating it again and again like a mantra.

Wendy felt ashamed. Embarrassed. Relieved? It had been so long since she had felt…safe. Tears began to roll down her own cheeks. She squeezed her mother’s hand in hers. “What…happened?” Wendy whispered.

They had a lot to catch up on.

-

Earthling technology was still centuries behind that of the Federation and the greater universe. Frisk’s image on the cellular device was staticy, the connection consistently flickering, but it was the best they could do in terms of communication.

“Could be seen – act of war,” Frisk was saying, his voice turned robotic by the bad connection, words erratically breaking off then resuming so Wendy only caught every few. “Convinced Constable— transport override. Apprised— you were with child. Wasn’t easy— owed me a favor.”

Wendy sniffed. “I can’t believe…” She shook her head. “But why Earth?”

“Politics.” Frisk’s voice actually sounded irritated now. “Federation jurisdiction — mitigate risk of conflict with —”

“Zuul,” Wendy mused.

“Secondary to —”

But Frisk’s image skewed, words turning entirely to static. Grip tightening on the cellphone, Wendy tried hitting it with her opposite palm. The screen went black.

Wendy lowered it. She hadn’t had a chance to ask how Frisk and Sree were doing, or where they were, exactly. But they were alive. They were obviously in contact with the Federation, having convinced high command to initiate an illegal transport to extricate Wendy from Zuul territory. She was surprised she had even survived it. A transport across galaxies was practically unheard of. It was a gimmick that littered old stories, but she had never taken it seriously. “Some favor,” Wendy mused quietly, shaking her head in continued disbelief. She had survived. She’d fucking survived.

“Ohhh…” She grimaced at the discomfort of one of the babies moving just beneath her taut skin. She had convinced her doctor to lower the sedatives enough that she was a bit more functional, though it did increase the discomfort. She had just one more thing to deal with. Wendy frowned down at her swollen abdomen, lightly rubbing the side of it. She doubted her native medicine and technology was equipped to handle her predicament, but this pregnancy couldn’t go on. It was just getting worse by the moment.

The door opened and a large vase of flowers preceded her guest into the room. Wendy had been surprised when Chris arrived earlier that day, taking the place of her parents, who had left to get cleaned up and changed. Chris had been Wendy’s…boyfriend, up to the point of her employment with the Federation. Back then, she and Chris had presumed their relationship would continue when she returned to Earth. But Wendy had never returned.

“Sent from your aunt and uncle, with lots of questions,” said Chris as he carefully placed the huge vase onto the table by her bed. He sat down, and the two resumed the awkward silence that had been deferred by Wendy’s call with Frisk.

Wendy didn’t meet his eyes, instead staring down at herself, breathing long, even breaths.

“What did you do to yourself?” Chris said. Wendy was surprised it had taken him that long. It was all her mother had wanted to know. “You were so proud to join that fucking – Spaceforce…” Chris continued with clear resentment. “And — and they do thisto you. What are you, some sort of alien breeder? God, Wendy. What the hell were you thinking getting involved in this shit?”

Wendy hated it here. Earthlings had no understanding of the greater universe. No interest. Instead they feared it. Her surroundings, even here at a high level medical facility, felt so antiquated, so outrageously backwards and slow. She started, “Getting accepted into Spaceforce is one of the highest honors —”

“You’re a blimp!” Chris snapped. “What’s honorable about that? They turned you into a freak!”

“It wasn’t them,” Wendy retorted. “I—” She broke off, flushing. “I messed up.” She couldn’t get into this. Not with Chris. “Where’s my doctor?” Wendy said more quietly. It was time to get this handled, get it over with and move on. Her face scrunched as another baby rolled, her belly bulging out to the right of her navel. She pressed her lips, refusing to groan. Chris stared on in morbid fascination.

As the baby settled, Wendy was left panting. “Gods,” she breathed, desperately rubbing the mound. “Get the doctor,” she pleaded.

Chris stared at her a moment longer before getting up and hurrying out of the room.

-

“You have to let me give birth,” Wendy forced out through clenched teeth, breathing heavily.

“Again, we’re just not equipped to deal with this,” Dr. Morgan responded. “Further, we have to avoid conflict with whatever — alien entity implemented this, this…this pregnancy. The English government would never allow —”

“Government?” Wendy managed. A vein bulged on her forehead as she strained. Every little kick or squirm from the offspring left her feeling on the brink, muscles and tendons twitching, drawn to capacity. Wendy just struggled to breathe. “What does that have to do with anything!?”

Her mother was back, currently in the seat beside her bed, gripping her hand again as she held onto the doctor’s every word. Her father stood against the wall, arms crossed, body taut. Chris was lingering not far from him. His baffled looks alternated between Wendy and the doctor.

Dr. Morgan was silent for a moment, seeming to deliberate his next words. “This isn’t simply a human matter. There are…other species’ involved. There are outside customs and laws we must respect in this situation. We have been…contacted.” The physician shuddered at his own words.

“Contacted?” said Wendy in confusion.

“An alien authority,” Dr. Morgan elaborated. “They call themselves…Gorrk.”

“Glork,” Wendy corrected, her pronunciation fluid. She stared off, feeling stunned. “W-what do they want?”

“They asserted custody of the, ah, children,” the doctor said. “And notified us that they consider it highly illegal for their young to be born off their home planet. The goal is to avoid conflict. We are expected to hand you off at sundown, otherwise the English government intends to get very intimately involved, and I expect, to the same consequence.”

Wendy’s breathing thinned. This new information was decidedly overwhelming. But it all made sense. “The children are earthlings too, they can’t just—” Her mind was reeling. “Glorkians are a peaceful people,” she assured.

“Shall we just take your word for it?”

Wendy leaned back on her pillows, staring at the ceiling. So they were just going to give her up? What would the Glorkians do to her? Would she be punished for her epically poor choices of indulgences? Would they be spiteful towards her, a human diluting the genetics of a famously isolationist society?

It was pitifully ironic that she had survived the savagery of Zuul only to be thrust back into the unknown. She almost preferred this dirt pile she called home. “Fine,” Wendy whispered.

Someone released a ragged breath. Wendy could see her mother crying in her periphery.

“I just want this thing out of me,” Wendy choked out in explanation. “I c-can’t take anymore.”

And the hunger. It had never ceased. It just grew by the moment, and the plate of earthling eggs and toast she had been served for breakfast hadn’t helped, it just made her want to cry from how empty she felt.

Chris’s shoulders went stiff, his eyes stony when they met hers. “You chose this,” he bitterly accused. “You chose to go to space. You’ve always chosen them over us.” Then he stalked off, and Wendy suspected it was the last time she would see him for a while.

Her father looked just as tense, though he at least stayed.

“I’ll let you say your goodbyes,” said Dr. Morgan quietly as he walked out as well.

All was silent for a moment. Wendy didn’t think she could meet either of her parents’ eyes. She was just so fucking ashamed, and had never thought she would have to face them like this, her perversions exposed. She had opened her legs to aliens and become this fattened breeder, just wailing to push out her overgrown offspring.

“I can’t survive like this much longer,” Wendy weakly said. “Glork…they have the technology to help me. I just c-cann’t…ohh…nnggghhh…” As her belly heaved, Wendy tore her arm free of her mother’s grasp to clutch the mass with both hands. Veins rose and sank on the heaving orb. It was bigger than a boulder. It dwarfed her, actually bigger than the rest of her, bulging up from the mattress, practically crushing her waist and thighs. She couldn’t believe how huge it had gotten. It was miraculous that she could even support this with her own feeble body system. Glork offspring were something else.

“Wendy!” her mother cried.

Her father just shook his head in silent denial.

Wendy arched and groaned, hands scrabbling at her abdomen, urging it to settle. It gave another forceful throb, causing her to whimper then wheeze. Her limbs squirmed, and she desperately tried to change positions, but she couldn’t even lift her torso on her own. She was just too heavy.

Then she was slumped back, boneless, hardly able to catch her breath. But she tried, dragging in one breath after the next. She had five minutes of dizzy reprieve before her father finally spoke.

“Wendy, what the hell?” His hands were clenched at his sides, knuckles white. “What the hell happened to you?”

Wendy often asked herself the same thing.

To her mortification, she could see that her nipples were now leaking profusely in the thin, stretched hospital top she had on. Each breast was close to the size of volleyball, nipples like coke caps, bulging hard against the thin cotton. She tried to cover up. Everything about her was obscene.

“I’m s-sorry,” Wendy managed.

Then her father left, and Wendy could not blame him.