Belly Full Of Life

When I set out from graduate school I never imagined my life journey would bring me here to this lounger in my office being overwhelmed by a pleasure I never dreamed existed. My journey through life was long, but the one that brought me here to this lounger was not distant or perilous, but one delving deep within myself to reach a decision that I have lived long enough watching others scream in pleasure.

The main thing that brought me here was hunger; a new insatiable hunger for the invasive arousal I've witnessed in this research facility time and again. So many women succumbing to that arousal on my watch and so much ecstasy was felt, that what started as a tentative experiment with an alien life form grew to a frenzied madness that eventually consumed all of us.

We had no idea what would happen when the first volunteer lay naked on the reclined gurney for the secret experiment. Once the pod was opened and the creature placed on her face, we watched as she opened her mouth and swallowed the ovipositor and began to gag and retch. But her reaction that followed confused us. Instead of the expected panicked struggle we watched her nipples pucker and grow tight as her throat worked around the thing that reached deep into her stomach. We smelt the musky odour of her arousal as a lump travelled down her gullet to plump her belly. And when the ovipositor was removed she squirmed and moaned weakly as her belly slowly swelled;

"... cumming ... cumming so much ..." she whimpered as it started.

And she was cumming. For hours we observed her body sensually undulating as a strong sexual bliss flowed through her while her belly grew large, plumped by a foreign life-form. Her orgasms increased in power as that life-form started moving inside her and we heard the gurgling in her belly and saw the mucus flowing from her sex. Even when we observed that first horrifying bursting she was cumming hard, straining as she vomited and her uterus prolapsed between her trembling thighs below her ruined belly.

In her final orgasmic moments she had birthed a species unknown to humankind. That's when we put out the call for more volunteers.

After that brave girl, those first volunteers had no idea how the experiment would play out as one by one they opened their throats and took the long ovipositors down their gullets and into their stomachs. But each one was soon submerged in a strong sexual fugue and experienced orgasms that rolled on for hours before climaxing in a literal explosive burst of sexual intensity.

Then the researchers who weren't intended to be volunteers but had watched how those women died sought out the experience regardless of their peril. They craved swallowing what would ultimately end them, the deadly bursting birth no longer mattering to them as they took their turns all over the station. Every room and every hallway reeked of the hormonal scent of the creatures and the sweat and pungent flow of oozing vaginas. Even swallowing the creature's ovipositors was pure pleasure, and each egg swallowed triggered deep guttural orgasms as their bellies filled.

Not only were all our women transforming into hedonistic broodmares, but the creatures themselves evolved as well; the first batch only produced a single egg, but as time went on they began to implant more and more into their eager victims. They peaked at five eggs per creature.

The last woman to go before I retired to my office was my assistant Jolene, who took her ovipositor deep and swallowed five eggs, her belly convulsing in orgasm as it swelled until she vomited the long appendage up her gullet and squirmed as the eggs grew and hatched, moving violently inside her.

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I left her there to lose herself in her final explosive ecstasy and retired to my office where five fat pods awaited me. Five because I was greedy in my desire to be overwhelmed.

And now ...

My skin is slick with sweat and I have taken four of the creatures down my gullet and swallowed their fat eggs and now am being impregnated by my fifth and final creature. I would take more, but I stopped when I rolled the fifth into my office becoming eager to get on with it.

I never believed that I could orgasm just from being throated, and I admit that as I gagged and retched on my first I peed myself. But on its way down I felt the creature's small gush and the pleasure began to flow upward from my gullet. My throat had transformed into a new sex organ and being fucked there was the sweetest coupling I'd ever felt, and knowing what was coming next made me feel wonton and eager.

An ovipositor is far different from a cock. First it is slick and sinuous, sliding over the root of my tongue like slippery silk, then down my gullet like it belonged there, its soft warm flesh becoming part of me. Then the sweet shuddering ripple in my stomach as its end flares inside it and pulls upward, anchoring it from mouth to belly. It begins to pulse then, bloating my stomach with its juices; semen for the eggs I would incubate in my belly.

And the eggs ... oh god, the eggs; thick balls that press down on the root of my tongue making me gag and heave and stretching my throat then my gullet as they slide through the ovipositor down to plunk inside my stomach.

The ovipositor also does something miraculous; it delivers oxygen to my lungs throughout the implantation of eggs, staving off the terror of being suffocated and preventing me from choking on the regurgitated semen that rises from my convulsing stomach as the eggs make their way down into my bowels.

This process is pure sexual bliss, rolling orgasms that flow from my core upward and downward like waves breaking on a rock at high tide. I chose five impregnations because I wanted to extend the hypnotic sex in my gullet right up until my own explosive bursting, my hope that as I swallow my last egg, the first that hatched in my belly will decide its time to be born.

I cherish the growing life inside me, cumming and sweating as I feel the wet splitting of eggs in my tender flesh and the newly hatched infant creatures rolling and swimming in my belly. They feed off the semen pumped into me with each egg and painlessly devouring the flesh of my intestines as they roll and explore, growing in size and building the energy they will need to birth themselves.

I watched other women's bodies transform in the lab through this process and our research indicated that it was the result of being saturated by the strong hormones in the creature's semen. They did not evolve to dominate, but rather to seduce.

Watching it is one thing. Experiencing it is another.

I'm no longer a young woman, my vagina losing its natural lubricant, my breasts sagged and flattened by age. But now my vagina is flowing, even squirting at times, making a slimy mess inside the crotch of my shorts, and my breasts have plumped tight with milk, my nipples puckered and hard as they spurt watery milk inside my bra. Everything that makes a pregnancy has turned to complete sexual bliss..

I feel more female now than I ever have; willingly playing broodmare to an alien species in the final moments of my life, knowing the birthing of that life rioting inside my belly will be explosive and overwhelmingly orgasmic. I crave that birthing now, jealous of all the women I watched who went before me, hearing their guttural cries of intense ecstasy as their bellies burst open and infant creatures emerged. With twenty-five eggs inside me, my birthing will be a gush of new life, erupting from my core as my final explosive orgasm carries me from this life.

It's been a brief but deep journey from scientist to orgasmic broodmare, and — oh god — it's starting ...

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