#metaphorical pregnancy

[sheppyscribbles]

Baby New Year

Story under the cut.

"Dude, this is amazeballs ... are you, like, actually pregnant? Lookit the way it moves when I touch it!"

"Hrrrgfh-- f--fucking contraction-- what is happening to me -- why is it fuCKING GLOWING--?!"

This was not how Levy had planned to spend the night of New Year's Eve. He just wanted to go to his pal Eddie's place, enjoy the block party, get fashionably drunk, and maybe get a kiss from someone random at midnight. Probably brunch on New Year's Day.

As it was, he woke up in his one-bedroom flat on the morning of 31 December feeling bloated and strangely jittery, like a bottle of soda shaken to its limit and left out for some unsuspecting schlemiel to open and spray half the room in Diet Pibb Xtra. Stretching didn't seem to help ... and when the lynx stumbled into the bathroom, he was only half surprised to find his wiry body graced with a rounded little potbelly that stretched out his abs.

"This is new," he muttered, prodding carefully at his sudden convexity. It didn't hurt, didn't feel uncomfortable ... if anything, the soft pressure of his broad paws on his tight middle was more pleasurable than he wanted to admit. In the end, he threw on some baggy clothes and went about his day as normal.

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By noon, however, Levy was getting nervous. That feeling of energetic pressure had been slowly building, and his jeans were riding low under the furry bowling ball he was carrying on his hips -- and he could swear they were getting wider too as he went about his errands. And yet no one he knew acted like they noticed anything weird! He decided to test this theory when he ran into Eddie at the grocery store.

"I ... dunno if I can make it to the party tonight," Levy stammered to the rotund bear. "I've been having some kind of swelling issue today, and I might have to go to urgent care if it gets too much worse ..."

"Aww, that's too bad, buddy! You know we'll miss you ... but you know you don't gotta feel embarrassed about your weight, right?" Eddie gave Levy an impish grin. "Not when I'm here to make everyone look skinny! Besides ... some women go for the 'dad bod' look, you know?" And without even asking, he gave the lynx's round belly a conspiratorial pat. Levy tried to protest, but ... that felt way too nice ... and he could swear it left him imperceptibly heavier ..?

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The day passed in a blur. A round, growing blur. Every time Levy tried to hide out at home, another surprise errand popped up to drag him halfway across town, hauling his bloated gut with him. And everywhere he went, familiar people completely glossed over his new addition like it wasn't even a thing. His boulder of a belly, wider hips, rounder backside drew as much attention as an extra throw pillow on a couch.

In fact, the only way people acted differently was how often their hands found his middle. It never seemed to be intentional, but Levy was no less perturbed by the relentless parade of pats, presses, wobbles, rubs, caresses ... did he look like a statue of Budai to them? Worse, why did every touch feel so good? At this rate, he was going to be craving tummy rubs like a common house cat. And it was still growing.

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By the time Lev arrived at Eddie's house, he was exhausted. Even his thicker thighs were having trouble hauling the tan beach ball everywhere, and he could swear he'd walked every inch of the city and talked to (and gotten felt up by) every person in it. The lynx gave up on dressing up nice for the evening, squeezing his massive body into the largest sweatpants he owned and hoping a sweater would cover at least his bloated chest.

And still he was the most popular person there! Neighbors he'd never even met found their way over to chat him up, wish him well, unconsciously pat his belly for luck ... at 10:30 exactly, Levy's sweatpants gave up the ghost and left him in his boxer briefs, and STILL no one seemed to notice or care. He wanted to panic, but all the belly rubs kept his mind swimming in a haze of too much pleasure.

By 11:45, Levy was pretty sure that literally every person in the city had touched his gut that day. It was the size of a yoga ball, heavy and tight and occasionally pulsing, shifting ... he was literally bare from the chest down, too big for any clothes he owned, and yet the other partygoers were completely oblivious. Was he going mad? Was he--*urk*--

The sudden jolt of squeezing pressure drove Levy to his knees. "H--holy shit, what now--hngrrreaouwrrh?!" He clutched as much of his belly as he could wrap his arms around. "... you've got to be kidding me ..!"

And suddenly Eddie's arm was around Levy's shoulders. "Hey, there you are." The plump bear gave an easy smile as he knelt next to the bloated lynx. "You doing all right, buddy?"

Suddenly Eddie's eyes widened, as though he saw Levy's condition for the first time. "Holy--" But then he grinned. "Dude, this is amazeballs ... are you, like, actually pregnant? Lookit the way it moves when I touch it!"

Levy was ... less than impressed, but his focus was on his heaving, flexing middle, which had started to glow on top of everything else. Worse, his body was reacting with even more pleasure, especially now that Eddie was rubbing over his belly in slow, steady circles ...

Time seemed to slow around him, people moving in a haze, an electric current running up and down his body and sending shudders through him. He was vaguely aware of other people in the room, but their attention was on the TV, chanting with a deep pulsing rhythm that seemed to match the throb of his own body ... fiiiiiive ... fooooouuur ... threeeeee ... twoooo ... wuuuuuuhhhhhh ...

Levy threw his head back in a screaming yowl, back arching hard and hips slamming forward as streams of pure energy erupted from him and bathed the room in every hue of light imaginable. The pyrotechnics on the TV screen were nothing compared to the fireworks blasting out of his body, sending a spectral shockwave across the city and bathing the people in a flood of hope and goodwill. By 12:01, Levy was out cold, utterly spent.

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"--right?"

"Znuhh?" Levy groaned and rubbed at his face. His paws felt heavier than usual ... all of him did, really.

"Sorry - I said, are you feeling all right?" Eddie was kneeling next to the lynx as he lay on the bear's couch. The bear had gotten a bit confused about how to help Levy recover and was dabbing the lynx's forehead with a handkerchief dipped in chicken soup.

"Never better, and that scares me." He gave a sheepish smile and sat up slowly. At least Eddie had covered Levy's lower half with a bedsheet ... even then, Levy was aware of some lingering bonus effects. "Did ... did all that really happen? I blew up like a party balloon and splooged good luck all over the city?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, dude." Eddie laughed, and his own soft belly bounced against the old football jersey he wore. "All I know is, the rest of the guests didn't even skip a beat. Just went right on partying till they all wandered home." After a moment, a wry smile crossed the bear's muzzle. "So do you do that every year?"

"I ... have no idea," Levy mumbled truthfully. "Had no idea what was going on there, got scared out of my mind ... Honestly, the way no one else noticed, I thought I'd gone insane." His expression softened a bit as he looked back to Eddie. "... thanks for helping me know it was real."

"Any time." Eddie gave Levy's hand a tender squeeze. "... hey, uh ... I know this is sudden and all, but ... you wanna come get New Year's brunch with me? You can borrow a pair of my pants, because hot damn, boy ..."

Levy doubled over cackling for a moment at Eddie's candor ... but when he sat up again, he was smiling warmly. "Y'know ... I think I'd like that."

[stil-lindigo]

motherhood.

[dannymigimart]

ermm a little silly while i work on something that has taken me a whole pregnancy to finish because i keep procrastinating 😁

[historicity-was-already-taken]

"haha sorry pregnancy brain!" i say after sending a barely comprehensible professional email

(after i got the book deal my best friend threw me a Book Shower. According to her, I am currently crowning.)

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

for those wondering:

still alive….still very pregnant…

[dogmasquerade]

jacking off to the xenomorph isnt even that out there objectively. that things more sexually charged then most modern erotica. mr giger you did not draw all those penises and titties for nobody to jack off to them

[steelthroat]

One thing that surprises me is that there are countless fanon and canon ways that explain how new transformers are born, no one decided to steal the "build-a-baby" idea from the Robots(2005) movie.

Seriously, are you telling me that mpreg is a canonically better idea than that one???

[oblako]

finally after 2768 years the long-awaited ressa flashback...... and they're fighting 💔 quimchee why r u like this 💀

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Ok also obsessed with the references to wanting to make your partner happy in the sex mishap scene - not wanting both you and your partner to be happy - but specifically your partner. Because like Connor was in 6x12 he is also wearing his wedding ring on the wrong hand 👀👀👀

Buck spending a season searching for happiness of his own.

Connor wanting Kameron to be happy and turning to an outside source (Buck) when he discovered he can’t do it himself. Who we then see wearing his ring on the wrong hand and appearing unsure of the happiness given to him. Then in the next episode we see a call with a similar concept - a man wanting to make his wife happy and turning to an external source (a vibrator) to try to find that happiness because he thinks he can’t do it himself. Who is also wearing his wedding ring on the wrong hand.

While we have Buck wearing a gilet and being paralleled with Athena in a gilet who is shown as very happy in her relationship/sex life with Bobby - mutually happy and not needing external assistance.

The implication being that Buck has in fact made his partners happy whilst being happy himself and also the implication that he will continue to do so going forward when he is in a relationship with Eddie (who Bobby is paralleled with in this episode and therefore we know that implication is Eddie related) and that outside sources won’t be needed to achieve that happiness and connection.

Meanwhile the foreshadowing of something going down in the Connor/ Kameron relationship keeps on getting louder and louder 👀👀👀

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

POV you think you have laid an egg and decide to tell your homophobic brother this

[tnbwrites]

It’s gotta be deliberate at this point, right? Right? Bueller?

[mumblingsage]

The nights are falling earlier, spoopy season approaches and I am reading horror novels!

Anyway, add Naben Ruthnum's Helpmeet to the pile beside Alien for "Pregnancy and other body autonomy metaphor so solid I'm pleasantly surprised this was written/directed by a cis man" and also to the pile with Queen of Teeth for "I guess I like body horror after all? At least when it's romantic?"

And I should also get a pile going for...well it'd be kind of a spoiler but it turns out to be another favorite horror trope of mine. Let's say, as vaguely as possible, "polite monsters."

Of course body autonomy is an issue of importance to all genders, and on that note Norman Partridge's Dark Harvest is another solid short novel/novella that I want to describe as "Shirley Jackson's 'The Lottery' but probably as a metaphor about the Vietnam War, also with way more Halloween candy flavoring." Got me crying at the end, so I'll forgive that some of the logistics of how this town operates weren't as developed as I'd want (it'd be nitpicky to list them but at I did consciously have to go "Okay I'm see we're following the Rule of Cool/Emotionally Resonant here and I'll run with it") and frankly that the ending felt like a relief but also a cop-out from where I thought things were going (in a way that developing some of the logistics of how the town was run would have moderated, though I suppose there would also be a risk of turning a chapter or two into a more explicit treatise on the book's themes: what "this town goes to hell" looks like is very different for a man in power than for anyone else).

[goldenloverss]

Girl on the third floor is a terrible movie but the concept at the very least works if u think of it as a metaphor for sex, pregnancy, and birth imo

[sirenscriptures]

now WHY has every night been a pregnancy dream for me……

[tcypionate]

finished reading frankenstein for class and it is really wild to me to look at what the modern common interpretation is as big halloween undead monster now that is just completely devoid of any themes from the book to the point where thats just a completely different guy to me

[wearebipolargods]

Watched the Warcraft movie last night and my god that movie would've been such an insane balls-out boardroom pitch

"we've got an idea for our big budget summer blockbuster! It's all CGI so it'll cost us everything to make, it's based off of a 16 year old game that dipped in popularity years ago!"

"okay, so will we ease the audience in, given that most watchers won't be familiar with the franchise?"

"no!! Without at least 3 hours of googling beforehand you'll be completely lost!!"