Story Excerpt

Birthing a Monster, by Jezebel Rose

Katie lay sleeping on the coverlet, covered in sweat, her flame-red hair plastered to her freckled skin due to the intense, humid heat of Ohio in July. Her day wandering around the streets of Roanoke looking for a job had left her exhausted, and so she had slid into bed early, hoping to at least have a quiet, restful night’s sleep before being dragged out into the world again. However, alas, it was not to be.

A tiny creature, no more significant than the end of a man’s thumb slipped along the bed toward Katie, driven by hundreds of small tendrils on its underside. Her legs moved askew as she rolled onto her back, revealing the shaved mound of her sex, the outer lips tight and firm between her thighs.

The tiny creature, shaped like a teardrop, slid silently along the sheets and, gently extended thread-thin tendrils and pressed them to her tightly closed labia.

After a few moments, the muscular mound of Katie’s moans began to slowly and rhythmically contract. Each time, her labia would relax slightly, parting, then the mound would contract, tightening the lips and drawing inward, as if swallowing. At the same time, her moans began swelling, the mound growing and bulging out between her legs, forcing them further apart.

AT this point, the tiny creature pulled on the tendrils touching Katie’s labia, drawing itself up inside the now-gaping entrance to her womb. In moments, another contraction had carried it deep into her, pressing it against her cervix. Katie woke with a startled cry as her entire abdomen heaved and tightened her uterus spasming eagerly as the tiny being softened her cervix. She looked down in horror at the pulsing, throbbing mound of her sex as another contraction within the blood-engorged folds of her mound overwhelmed her mind in an intense orgasm.

Despite the mind-numbing waves of pleasure flowing from between her legs, making her hips buck involuntarily against the intense desire. Katie sobbed and pressed her hands against the swollen, bulging lips of her sex as if to stop a transformation that was taking control of her body.

Suddenly, Katie’s muscles slackened, and she flopped down onto the bed again, grunting softly with each wave as contractions seized her cervix, opening her womb for the force taking control of her. She stared downward in muted horror as she taught belly rippled in wavelike contractions while a strange warmth began to fill her abdomen and creep upward. When the heat reached her chest, blue veins slowly became apparent around her small breasts. The two mounds tightened, bringing a gasp from her, and began to bulge and grow, droplets of milk appearing on the tips of her nipples as they too hardened and rose atop her breasts. Sometime during the changes, Katie abruptly blacked out.

Early the next morning, she awoke her mind in a strange but pleasant haze. Something nagged her in the back of her mind as she stumbled out of bed and pulled on the terrycloth robe she typically wore during her morning rituals. While running her easily her body, Katie frowned and looked down; wondering what had happened to her pubic hair. Her sex was bare and slightly puffy, the lips red instead of their usual pink. Thinking little more of it, she pulled the robe tight again, tying the belt, grabbed a cup of coffee, and opened the door to the apartment, stepping out into the hall, looking for something but unable to ascertain what it was she craved.

Out in the hall, a young man in his early 20’s was shuffling down the hall wearing only a pair of PJ bottoms, lugging a huge laundry basket with him in the general direction of the laundry room. He smiled slightly from underneath the mop of his unkempt hair and started to move past Katie, barely noticing her presence.

Katie, however, was anything but inattentive. As the man moved past, a sudden jolt passed all through her body, starting in her belly. The coffee cup dropped from her suddenly limp hands, and her robe slid apart, revealing the continuing changes in Katie’s body as her altered uterus tightened its control over her. Katie’s legs began to part involuntarily, while her flat abdomen now pressed outward in a gentle curve between her hips, the rippling movements of her insatiable womb visible as it grew. In moments, her labia were swollen and bulging open between her legs, quivering and wanting. Katie’s hips thrust forward against her will, her knees bending slightly, forcing her lower body into a rolling squat. The generous globes of Katie’s breasts sent tiny jolts of pleasure through her as they sagged somewhat, filling with hot milk, preparing for the needed life inside her. A soft “huh?” slipped past her lips, half question, and half moan, trying to understand what was happening even as the growing ache in her ripe womb tortured her with a hunger for male seed, for the feeling of her belly stretching around new life.

As the young man turned back at the sound of her moan, Katie charged at him, dropping her robe and knocked the laundry basket from his hands. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she pushed him down to the floor against his protests. Frantically, she tore open his PJ’s and pressed the bulging lips of her sex against his still-soft member. Burning with anticipation, she sobbed against his chest, her sex quivering against him, waiting for his shaft to be ready to fill her.

As he finally responded, his cock stiffening against her hungry cunt, Katie sighed happily, her mind completely lost in the throes of the breeding urge, and reached down, thrusting her hot sex upon the shaft. Her muscular outer lips immediately tightened around him, her sex rippling and pulling as her hips thrust frantically against his… desperately trying to milk the seed her body craved, softly chanting “fill.. Me… grow”. She screamed as the head of his shaft finally seated against her cervix, which spasmed and began dilating as her molten walls continued rippling and sucking against his member. He rewarded her with a shudder and a muffled groan, shooting his scalding hot seed against her cervix. She squealed in mindless delight, her cunt spasming faster and harder, and her body eagerly pulling his seed into her hungry womb.

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