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bigbumpsandbears · 10 months ago

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The Offering

Your inhuman child tears you apart from within.

TW: gore, cannibalism

I looked down at my swollen stomach to see a small claw piercing just below my naval. Yelling out in agony, I tried desperately to prevent my womb being torn apart. Alas, my child was determined, and the razor sharp claw sliced further through my stomach. The deep crevice of torn skin and blood looked like some gateway to the underworld, my once smooth and shiny belly dripping with thick blood.

As my child finally finished its incision, it began its torturous ascent to freedom, twisting my intestines and crushing my ribcage as it did so.

A small, clawed hand pushed through my gargantuan stomach, using my shredded flesh as a handhold to pull its monstrous head through.

I uttered another guttural scream as the shoulders emerged, the child now putting its full weight on to my taut abdomen.

Finally, the huge infant heaved itself through the opening, collapsing onto my now deflated tummy.

To my relief, my consciousness was rapidly slipping away, and I gave in to the welcoming arms of death, blood flowing like a river from my withered form.

As my heart began to give out, the blood loss taking its toll, I felt my child’s sharp teeth ripping chunks of flesh off my legs, gnashing furiously.

My corpse was slowly torn to shreds, the troglodytic creature greedily stuffing itself with my flesh and blood, tiny claws scraping meat off my bones.

#birth #monster birth #gore #fpreg #birth kink #cannibalism

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bigbumpsandbears · 11 months ago

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Taurus

TW: mentions of abortion/attempted abortion, blood, gore, birth, animal birth

Hope you enjoy :)

It was about a month after your one night stand with a ruggedly handsome traveller that you realised something was wrong. You were frequently I’ll in the mornings and noticed your abdomen was ever-so-slightly swollen. Panicked, you picked up a pregnancy test.

After the terror finally dissipated, you elected to take action and get rid of it. After all, the rugged traveller was long gone and you had no means to raise a child on your own. Unfortunately, the town doctor refused to perform abortions, wary of the curse.

You, however, we’re skeptical. There was no evidence of the curse existing, it was likely a story made up to deter women from getting an abortion. You tried to convince the town doctor to help you, but your efforts were fruitless.

So, you took matters into your own hands.

That night you perched against the edge of your bath, a metal clothes hanger in your grasp. As you pulled down your underwear and positioned the hanger, you felt a strange twang in your abdomen. You ignored it, and continued inching the hanger through your pussy.

Suddenly, another strong twang rippled through your stomach, causing you to drop the hanger and double over in agony. Eventually, the searing pain caused you to black out.

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When you came to, you were laying on the cold bathroom floor. Next to you lay the twisted hanger, and your underwear sat neatly at your feet. Slowly, you heaved yourself off the floor, only to find your centre of gravity had changed.

In front of you, your stomach protruded outwards, and you could see nudging from inside. Fear flooded through you in an icy ripple, consuming your body.

The curse was real.

The next day, you visited the library in hopes of finding some information about the curse. Towards the back, there was a dusty shelf lined with thick, weathered books. You scanned the spines until you came across what you needed.

The curse of the Zodiac

You prised it from the shelf and inspected it carefully. It was old and dog-eared, and seemed to not have been dead for well over a decade. You sat down heavily and began to read.

PIn the town of Andleshire, there is a phenomenon known as ‘The curse of the Zodiac’. It is said that any woman who attempts to abort her child will be cursed to deliver the creature corresponding to the zodiac sign of the day she gives birth. The foetus transforms inside the womb after the mother attempts an abortion.

There have been very few recorded cases in recent history, though it is theorised that the curse was originally placed by religious settlers to punish the women for attempting an abortion. Once the foetus transforms there is no known way to terminate the pregnancy.

You sighed and rested your head in your hands, utterly defeated. You would have no go through with it, there was no way out.

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As the months went by, your stomach became heavier and heavier, sticking out several feet in front of you. It had take a while, but you had eventually deduced what you were carrying. You were due to give birth in late April to a very large and boisterous bull calf, the taurus.

As time had passed you grew somewhat fond of the calf within you, but there was the ever present fear in your mind of the looming birth.

Your belly looked as though it would burst any second, completely filled to the brim with the enormous calf. It stretched out almost two metres, and made it very difficult for you to walk properly. You were now mere weeks away from your due date, and it showed. You had taken to spending time in the barn near your house, perhaps drawn to it by the bull in your womb. You enjoyed resting your heavy belly on the soft hay and staring up through the rafters at the star-filled sky.

Your due date came and went, and still the huge calf showed now signs of coming. Lugging your boulder-like womb around was no longer possible, and you had resigned yourself to the comfort of the barn, deciding you would only leave and get help once the labour began.

Weeks went by before you felt the dreadful shudder in your stomach telling you it was time. Your water splattered onto the hay bale you were resting on, and the contractions rapidly built up in intensity.

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You shrieked in pain as a horn rammed against your cervix, causing more blood to weep from your stretching cunt. The bull twisted angrily, desperate to be free from the confines of your womb. As a hoof battered your ribs your whimpers of agony became screams, begging for the torture to end.

You’d been in labour for 16 hours already, yet the calf had not even descended into the birth canal, still writhing and bucking inside your monstrous belly. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was even possible for you to survive the ordeal, given the enormity of the beast and the fragility of your hips.

Eventually, you felt the snout emerge from your stretched womb into the birth canal, widening the tight space. Despite the excruciating pain, you couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that the labour was progressing.

The calf’s head soon followed, nosing it’s way through your tight canal to freedom. You clutched your enormous stomach as the calf rammed once again into your cervix, attempting to fit its robust shoulders through the opening. Your wail echoed throughout the barn when it finally managed to descend fully into the canal, stretching it far beyond what should be possible.

It wasn’t long before you felt the wet nose pushing through your hole, and the horrifying realisation finally set in that you would have to deliver an extremely overdue calf entirely on your own.

Sweating profusely, you bore down in an effort to get the head out. You felt your hole widen as the head came through quickly. However, when the horns began to part your lips the pain was excruciating. Blood seeped onto the haystack below you, trickling down onto the muddy barn floor.

Relief flooded through you when the horns were finally delivered, but it was short lived.

The immense body proved itself to be far worse than the head. It’s sheer density and weight dragged your body down as you laboured, nearly causing you to fall off the haystack.

Although the neck was easily the size of a small tree trunk, the thick chest and abdomen was by far the worst. As it stretched through your ruined pussy, it felt like giving birth to a fridge. As it reached its widest point you let out a guttural screech, tears streaming down your face and blood oozing down your legs.

After several desperate pushes, the calf unceremoniously thudded on the hay-strewn barn floor, slick with birthing fluids.

Your cunt gaped open like a black hole, your pussy lips sagging and torn. Your stomach, now empty, hung off your thin frame like a deflated beach ball. Despite your ruined body, you’d never felt happier. It was finally over.

#birth kink #reader insert #second person pov #animal birth #cw: gore

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