Rapid Pregnancy Fiction Novels & Stories

He increased his pace, now swinging my hips back and forth while his hips followed, the collision kept making the exercise room vibrate with sounds that reminded of the sin we were committing. My cries mixed with his groans, and in that moment, I lost whatever was left of my morals. Every nerve ending in my body was focused on the fast thrusts that threatened to make my pussy explode. Fuck. I could be here for the next forty eight hours and I wouldn't even mind it. Ralph's thrusts alternated between fast and slow, like he was giving me time to breathe just before he rammed his thick cock hard into me. “Awwh–mmmf–yeah.”

“Your crowning ceremony will be in a few days. I want to publicly declare and crown you as Queen. You’re already my queen and wife, but this is the formality…the big party in front of the entire kingdom. I want it before your bump starts showing.” I laughed. “Isn’t it supposed to be months ahead before it starts showing? Why the hurry?” Adrian scratched the back of his neck, looking a little guilty. Panic slammed into me again as I remembered that stupid alien movie I watched months ago. The girl got pregnant and her belly ballooned the same day. She literally gave birth the same day! “Adrian… is this like the alien movie?! Am I going to give birth today?! Is the baby just going to fall out

And however many times she opened her eyes, reality, she was forced to admit, persisted. "Pregnant," she whispered, the word all too foreign on her lips. She didn't even know who was speaking anymore. "How could I let this happen?" All of it came back now, flooding into her head, intoxicating anonymity, the gaze of fire under the mask, a racing heartbeat against their kiss, and an utter feeling of being another person altogether. Never had she felt that free, even for just one night. Now she felt more like her liberation was some faraway dream smashed by undeniable truths in her hands.

When she bent down and cupped herself, she saw Giovanni's essence spilling out. Oh, for the love of reproductive tsunamis... that's a lot! She made a face. Wait a darn minute. Was Mr. Mafia Prince here trying to make her pregnant? Under the shower's spray, she mulled over whether to bring it up. Sure, the idea of a mini-Giovanni or a mini-her after nine months had its aww factor. But the rest? Nope. Hard pass. Not ready. Not even on the same continent as ready. Pregnancy? Terrifying. She mentally threw confetti at the warrior queens who cranked out babies like it was an Olympic sport—but Dios mío, just picturing herself in labor had her reaching for an imaginary paper bag to hyperventilate i

Every muscle in my body ached from the intensive training, but I couldn't afford to show weakness now. "I understand it's unusual, But I have... time constraints." "What kind of constraints?" I couldn't tell her the truth. I couldn't explain that my supposed pregnancy would be exposed as a lie if I didn't become actually pregnant within the next two weeks. Instead, I focused on what I could share. "I just need this to work quickly," I said. "Please. I'll do whatever it takes to prove I'm ready." "Darling, rushing into this is the fastest way to get yourself killed. Salvatore doesn't appreciate women who overestimate their abilities."

“To answer your first question, it was not a symptom of the double mate rejection since, as you reminded us, the second mate rejection never took place. Instead, I was experiencing a symptom of my pregnancy.” Gasps and chatter sounded in response to that little nugget of information that Theo and I had agreed to reveal today should this issue be brought up. There were already rumors swirling about my pregnancy, and this would hopefully divert at least some of the attention away from the fact that I’d outright lied to the entire country. Technically, I was experiencing a hallucination caused by unstable magic, not a pregnancy symptom like morning sickness, however the hallucinations were made

she asked, piercing her eyes into mine. “Take, for example, you and your husband were peacefully sleeping at night. You suddenly woke up, shaking him vigorously to wake up. When he did, you told him you want to eat spaghetti prepared by mermaids.” “Huh?! Does that exist?” she asked. “That’s craving for you,” I smiled. “I don’t want to crave such a thing,” she relaxed back against the chair, looking sad like she has just been accused of the worst thing in the world. “You know what, it’s not the worst thing,” I declared. “That’s the thrilling part of pregnancy and every man must understand.”

Suddenly, a violent spasm ripped through her lower abdomen, radiating straight up her spine with the force of a blow. Elena let out a sharp gasp of pain, her knees completely buckling beneath her weight. She collapsed heavily into the deep snowbank, her hands instinctively curling over her rounded stomach. The sudden acceleration of her pregnancy was no longer a theoretical threat; it was a terrifying reality. The concentrated power of Marcus’s anchored Alpha aura from hours ago had acted like an irreversible catalyst, forcing the royal pup to mature at a supernatural speed. The intense physical stress of her escape, combined with the freezing temperature of the blizzard, had triggered her l

It was an addiction. In the space of one week, I have finished fifteen books. Each book is as large as Oxford dictionaries. I never knew I could read so fast, I truly have been starved of the fictional world. I started to fear that I may risk emptying the royal pantry. The more I read, the hungrier I got. Perhaps I had the pregnancy for that. Or maybe both. Who knows? Louis looked at me like I was some kind of strange creature, “have you even had a bath within the past week?”

She must have gathered enough magic to create this world where she only has the key to open the gates and let us go. "Get off your clothes. Don't be a dumbass. If I get you pregnant now, we'll have nine months to go. Or does she have magic to speed things up?" He asked, but I didn't say a word. I wished I had learnt how to make things work in a different world. I could have figured out how to speed things up and give birth to a baby in less than two weeks. Giving birth in two weeks sounds fake, the same way this world is fake. I lowered my head and heaved a deep breath before unhooking my bra.