(Inspired By "Surprise" by Imagination Station/Shyguy)
(Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.)
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Eve experienced the bumps and the kicks in her womb with growing trepidation. Her belly bobbled and vibrated like the bell on a telephone. Her fearlessness about belly bursting monsters diminished to a mild bravado. Something was happening with her other monster. Her fermenting belly obscured her view. The slimer was agitated; its dick did the in&out pussy dance. Eve enjoyed the benefits. The increased activity excited her pussy to untold levels, triggering a cum session so intense as to approach levitation. The shower walls flowed with splashes of milk, cum, and slime.
Eve heard a faint "skwutch!" followed by a "pop!" but was too engrossed in her orgasm to take notice. She enjoyed a brief interlude's post-coital bliss before sharp needles lanced into her sides. The cataclysmic climax had exerted enough force to free her arms of the mucous manacles. Now the blood rushed back into her arms with needle prick agony. Her monstrous mating briefly interrupted, Eve waited for the pain to ebb to a tingle.
The round blob of flesh that comprised Eve's belly "boinged!" and bounced. "Omigod am I having contractions?!" she asked. " Wait a second, of course I'm having contractions! I can't believe I asked that!" Eve rarely interacted with pregnant women. They made her uncomfortable. It reminded her of the tightrope that defined her sex life. Now Eve experienced nine months compressed to a few minutes. The results came through her pussy in four bio-genetically twisted spades.
There was a "shoosh!" as the slimeball's wormy wong slid out of her slime-soaked cunt. The knobs and warts made a return trip across her g-spot and clit. Eve exploded into a maelstrom of orgasms. Next, she heard a "shush!", followed by an annoyed gurgle from her lumpish lover. Her inner thighs sopped with wetness as fluids splooshed out of her twat. Eve's belly deflated like a popped water balloon. Her outie turned into an innie with a faint "zoop!" Her wobbling womb wasn't done. The water rush slowed to a trickle but Eve's belly was still ripe, round, and boinging. The bumps and kicks traveled down her birth canal.
Eve began to grunt. Eve began to groan. Eve "eeked!" as her twat expanded to Grand Canyon proportions. "Oh darn! Now I'm going to have stretch marks," she despaired as her pussy prepared for its crowning achievement. "Eek! Ack! Ook! Urk!" cried Eve. "Plop! Plop! Plop! Splat! 'Splat?!'" replied her twat. "Splat?!" Eve raised her head. "Babies aren't supposed to go splat! What's going on here?!" The view between her volcanically milky breasts, her re-flattened tummy ("Yes! My figure's back!"), and her spread open, shapely, fluid soaked legs, revealed an almost unendurable sight to the baby phobic Eve. "Shit! I'm a mother!"