Wishpills - Pregnancy (Patreon)

(BE, Pregnancy, Hyperpregnancy, Belly Expansion, Lactation)

Vanessa had almost given up hope. For five long years, she and her husband Klaus had been trying to have a child. Month after month, the disappointment, the negative tests, the tears in the bathroom whenever only a single line appeared. At first, it had been a feeling that never really weighed on her. If it didn’t work out this time, then it would next time. Over the years, however, the disappointments had piled up so much that it had become a real burden. The doctors spoke of “unexplained infertility.” That was pretty much the worst part of the whole thing. Neither Klaus nor Vanessa were medically unable to have biological children, and yet it simply seemed impossible for the two of them. Hormone treatments, expensive tests, homeopathy as well as conventional medicine—nothing helped. At 37, Vanessa felt like a failure in her own body. She wanted nothing more than to finally become round, feminine, and heavy with her husband’s child. How much she longed for that feeling of womanhood and carrying a life beneath her heart, while her biological clock was slowly ticking away.

That’s why she had ordered the pills, one of the last desperate straws that reputable doctors would actually advise against in any case.

“FertiliMax Ultra – Extreme Fertility Boost & Conception Guarantee.” The product from the dark corners of the internet promised exactly what Vanessa needed: a massive increase in egg production, accelerated implantation, and “optimal uterine capacity.” What finally arrived in the mail looked exactly as one would imagine such a dubious remedy to look. Just a plain package with no explanations, details, or a package insert inside—but with a pretty exorbitant price tag. Just like the manufacturer’s name, NinthCircle BiotechVanessa, this packaging didn’t exactly inspire confidence. But Vanessa was long past the point of evaluating solutions to her problem based on their credibility or chances of success; she would try anything to get pregnant.

That evening, when Klaus came home from work, Vanessa was wearing only a thin silk negligee. She kissed him hungrily, led him into the bedroom, and showed him the single pill she was already holding in her hand.

“It’s going to work today,” she whispered. Vanessa wasn’t feigning this confidence, but it was standard practice for them to give each other hope before they made love. Neither of them really believed that this pill would actually have a positive effect on their desire to have a child. Klaus smiled lovingly and kissed his wife after she had swallowed the capsule with a big gulp of water. Then they made love slowly, intensely, and full of love, though with little real hope. Afterward, they cuddled close together and fell asleep peacefully and quietly, his hand still resting on Vanessa’s flat stomach.

The next morning, Vanessa awoke consumed by a pressure that felt as if her lower abdomen were about to explode at any moment.

She gasped loudly, let out a long moan, and snapped her eyes open. Shocked, Vanessa stared down at herself—or rather, at the mountain rising before her beneath the bedsheet. It was her belly, and her belly was simply gigantic. Moaning and whimpering, she threw back the covers, half-convinced that it could all just be a crazy dream. A monstrous, misshapen colossus of taut skin loomed before her. The skin was covered in deep red, glaring stretch marks that shot out in all directions like lightning. Thick, pulsing veins protruded everywhere, writhing across the surface almost like little tubes. Vanessa’s belly button had completely turned inside out, a plump, shiny lump in the midst of the swollen chaos. The wet T-shirt she was wearing had ridden up but was also extremely tight around her breasts. A second glance immediately revealed to Vanessa why, for her breasts had also grown enormously and had nearly tripled in size.

“What… what the hell…?” Vanessa’s voice trembled. She tried to sit up, but her massive body pressed her back into the pillow. With a pained groan, she rolled onto her side. She immediately felt how heavy the thing was, which the night before had still looked like a flat stomach. Beneath the skin, it was raging. Strong, powerful movements—but not just in one spot, but everywhere beneath the taut skin. Large bulges shifted visibly, pressing from the inside against the overstretched surface, as if the babies—there had to be dozens of them—wanted to come out immediately.

“Klaus!” Her voice broke. Her husband jumped up, stared at her, and turned pale as a sheet.

“Vanessa… oh God…”

But she barely heard him, for her belly suddenly grew even larger. Slowly but inexorably, it expanded. With every passing second, it grew rounder, heavier, and larger. The skin stretched even tighter and glistened with moisture from the pressure. The misshapen bulges beneath the surface became more distinct, as if there were not just tiny embryos there, but fully grown infants, each with the weight and size of a newborn.

With Klaus’s help, she finally managed to sit up in bed. She spread her legs wide, because otherwise there was no room for the enormous belly. Immediately, a colossal, swaying balloon of flesh and fertility jutted forward past her knees. Between her spread thighs, it sank slowly lower, toward the floor, while new movements made it tremble in waves. The skin was stretched so thin that one could make out the outlines of little heads, backs, and tiny feet pressing against it from the inside.

Moaning, the woman rubbed her belly, then her hands wandered to her swollen breasts, and she pulled up her completely soaked shirt.

Vanessa’s breasts had also exploded. Two enormous, heavy cow udders hung to the left and right, past her monstrous belly. Each one was larger than her head and appeared to be filled to bursting, crisscrossed with thick, blue veins. The areolas had expanded to the size of plates, dark and sensitive. The nipples themselves were rock-hard, thick as thumbs, and dripping incessantly. Warm, white milk ran in thin streams over the underside of her breasts, dripping onto her huge belly and mixing there with the sweat of her overstretched skin.

Vanessa gasped in horror, unable to believe what her body now looked like. The pain of extreme growth was there—a deep, pulling burn in her skin, a pressure that threatened to burst her womb. Yet at the same time, she felt something else. Something hot, new, and forbidden. Her hands trembled as they rested once more on her gigantic belly. The skin was scorching hot and taut as a drum. Under her fingers, she felt the powerful kicks and twists of the many babies. Every movement sent waves of pleasure through her lower abdomen.

“There… there are so many…,” she whispered. Her voice no longer sounded merely shocked. It sounded… awestruck.

Klaus stared at her, helpless, incredulous, and overwhelmed. He cautiously touched the enormous belly, felt the movements, and flinched. “Vanessa, we need a doctor…”

“No.” She shook her head and took a deep breath. The belly was still growing. Slowly but noticeably, it pushed forward, becoming wider, heavier. It forced her thighs apart, pushing her into an even wider stance. The lower ribs were visibly pushed outward. Vanessa’s organs were compressed by the immense pressure. The skin creaked almost audibly under the strain. New stretch marks formed, bright red on the already overstretched surface. But despite everything, she no longer felt uncomfortable after the initial shock. Now she already perceived the pressure and pain as a kind of price to pay for a feeling of inner contentment and happiness she had never felt before.

Vanessa groaned, but not just from exertion. A deep, lustful sound escaped her throat as a particularly strong wave surged through her abdomen. The babies—her babies—were so big, so active. She could feel her womb stretching further, making room for even more volume. The thought that these pills had turned her body into a pure breeding machine sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.

She leaned back as far as she could, bracing herself with her hands on the mattress. Her monstrous belly now lay mostly on the bed, which pleasantly relieved some of the pressure, but it continued to grow steadily over the edge and toward the floor of the bedroom. Vanessa’s plump breasts lay on top of it, heavy and dripping. Milk ran in small streams over her taut curves. Vanessa took a breast in both hands—it was so full, so hot—and squeezed gently. A thick stream of warm milk shot out and splashed over her belly.

“Fuck…,” she breathed. Her cheeks were flushed. Finally. Finally she was pregnant. Not just a little. Not just with one. She was hyper-pregnant, overflowing, a goddess of fertility. Vanessa’s body was doing exactly what she had desperately wished for over the years—only a thousand times stronger.

She ran both hands over the huge, uneven sphere. Every bulge, every movement of the babies made her shudder. Her belly was already so massive that the full length of her arms barely reached halfway across this colossus. The veins pulsed in time with her heartbeat. The skin was so thin that it looked almost transparent in some places.

“Just look how big I am…,” she murmured to Klaus, who sat beside her, fascinated. Her voice was now hoarse with desire. “I’m going to get even bigger, aren’t I? These pills… what are they doing to me?”

As if her body wanted to confirm her words, a new surge came. Vanessa let out a quiet cry as her belly suddenly swelled even further. The skin stretched further with an audible crack. New bulges formed as more babies joined the mix or the size of the existing ones increased—probably both. The pressure inside her became almost unbearable, yet the pain blended seamlessly with pure, hot ecstasy.

She was so full, so fertile, so feminine.

“More…,” Vanessa whispered as if in a kind of feverish trance. “I want even more.”

Klaus could only stare in wordless amazement, unable to comprehend what was actually happening here. His wife, who had suffered for years from her inability to conceive, now lay before him like a hyper-pregnant goddess. Her belly continued to grow, and her swollen breasts became even fuller, dripping incessantly. Vanessa smiled ecstatically, her eyes half-closed, as she caressed her monstrous body.

She had finally arrived. Her body was fulfilling its deepest and sole purpose. And as the next growth spurt made her moan again, she knew: This was only the beginning. She still had many more pills left, and what was happening now had been triggered by just a single one.