Breedaria: End of Days

Breedaria: End of Days (Preview)
Written by Jimi Aftermath

Chelsea grumbled as she waddled about, her hand on her ballooned midriff. Her auburn hair was in a mess on her head, probably from the lack of sleep the night before. Her sleep had been coming better lately compared to earlier in her pregnancy, but she still had nights where her cargo wouldn't go to bed.  Chelsea was rifling few a few old drawers and cabinets within an old bombed out building. The place was in ruins, but she could still find some possibly useful things.

A gurgling sound followed by the sensation of her entire stomach doing a somersault gave her knowledge of her passenger getting comfortable within. She bit her lip gently, trying to focus on something else.  In her era she never knew the golden age of civilization before the idiots at the top decided to send a few nukes at each other, effectively bringing about the end of days. Now, several thousand years later, humanity was widespread yet in a tattered state. Villages and towns dotted the gnarled landscapes, giving shelter to the remaining humans.

Chelsea was a hooker to start with, which is how her mother had conceived her originally, but soon even that stopped raking in enough money for food and supplies. Her once nicely plumped belly and breasts had begun to atrophy, so she took a path many sexually appealing young girls took. She became a breeder.

After the end of civilization many creatures turned up mutated, and would reproduce by using human girls as hosts.  A few thousand years later an alien empire known from a planet that humans later dubbed, "Breedaria" turned up. They wanted to research the mutant creatures and their sexual habits.  The Breedarians had been created by humans who mixed human DNA with many aliens to create another intelligent race years before, and they had certainly become a powerful empire. They had a black market for the storage, transport, and development of dangerous flaura, fauna, and any other organisms that were deemed illegal by their government. That's where the human girls came in.  They were paid to either be fucked by a monster or medically inseminated and then carry the young within them until it was time to birth.

Some girls who had joined the breeding program had been whisked away to faraway planets to pop their young out on delivery, but Chelsea opted to stay on Earth.  Unlike many naïve girls she knew that the majority of pregnancies ended with the host mother being burst open.  Many didn't know that and went off getting paid to die, but Chelsea simply decided to take a chance. She was desperate and needed anything she could get.

So there she was, ballooned outward as if a toddler were curled up inside of her, not knowing what the hell she was growing fat and pregnant with, and scavenging for supplies in an old small business building.  A few frustrating minutes later she plopped down in the employee lounge on a couch that seemed to cough and sputter dust as her round rump settled in.  No longer in need of a belt, a ratty pair of sweatpants hung tight to her bloated frame. It was comfy, even if it didn't quite match the combat boots on her feet.  Being only two months in, one would think that her wardrobe wouldn't be too greatly affected... one wouldn't exactly be accurate in that assumption.

It was common knowledge that breeder pregnancies got big fast, but Chelsea was sure that this one had to have broken a few records.  In a matter of weeks she had become as engorged and swollen as a nine month pregnancy with human twins.  Widened hips, a fat round butt, a belly big enough to knock over a house, and tits like melons had all grown upon her frame.  Using lingerie scrounged from an old adult shop as her undergarments, she had comfort and sex appeal mixed, but ever since her blouse had popped open the whole world could see the alluring attire holding her milk-bloated breasts in place.

Now there isn't anything wrong with showing off, but it did tend to attract the attention of pirate breeders who would just love to pop a rival group's breeding bitch, which meant she had to be careful.  Just as she was pondering this very topic, she heard the strange droning sounds of a Breedarian ship.  A few swears under her breath were all she had time for as she waddled into the store's basement...