Colonization
This may be “pure pregnancy”, but I don’t think it’s particularly normal, either. Discussion of theoretical economics, space travel, zero-gravity, and hyper-pregnancy below.
The discovery of rapid interstellar travel had changed much about humanity. Sure, the economic upheavals caused by the immediate collapse of all raw materials markets because of the glut of mineral wealth suddenly available, and the rapid spread of dozens – nay, hundreds! – of new colonies wherever there was even the slightest possibility of habitation, both probably could have been foreseen. But the knock-on effects of them weren’t obvious to most prognosticators.
Specifically, the sudden immediate need for many, many more humans around to help fill up all those colonies and use all that economic surplus.
And that need explained why Jennifer McCann, second generation spacer, found herself living in orbit around the newly-colonized sixth planet from the star HD 40307 (popularly known as “Harvest” until an official name was assigned).
“Oof!” she let out a heavy sigh as she jogged to a stop on the large circular track in the half-gravity portion of the station. Her bright-red hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, but stray strands drifted forward anyway in the low-gravity environment, sticking to her sweaty forehead. She’d never been much of one for exercise, but her contract meant that she was required to jog at least twice a day to maintain her health.
Stepping carefully through an open airlock, she drifted into one of the zero-G parts of the station and grinned, enjoying the lack of pressure on her back. Within moments, she gently bounced against the wall on the other side of the passage.
“Hello, Jen!” She swiveled in space to see her roommate Molly come floating down the corridor. She took in the sight: Molly was a tall brunette who, when Jen had met her, had been skinny as a rail. Now, however…
“How’s the litter today?”
Jen smiled and patted her enormous belly. “They always get excited when I go jogging.” She maneuvered herself around and hugged Molly as she came close, her vast middle meeting Molly’s own gravid belly long before the rest of their bodies came into contact.
“I’d better get out there too,” Molly said, rolling her eyes. Jen felt bad for her – while Jen’s body had reacted to her pregnancy by merely packing weight onto her already ample ass and thighs, Molly’s body had decided that her breasts were in dire need of inflation – she appeared to be smuggling watermelons within the feat of structural engineering that was her bra. In zero-G, this meant that if she wasn’t careful, her breasts would drift up and into the front of her face; under gravity, she had to be careful she didn’t knock herself out with an inerrant bounce of her bosom.
Of course, in both of their cases the growth of the rest of their bodies was miniscule compared to their bellies. Gestating an entire generation’s worth of children in just five hundred women meant that everyone was crammed full with as many children as physiologically possible, in some cases pushing at the very limits of mobility, even in zero-G.
Molly was carrying almost thirty children within her womb, and her spherical abdomen was nearly four feet deep and every bit as wide, giving her the appearance, at times, of a woman attempting to hug a particularly overinflated pool toy.
Jen, on the other hand, was pregnant with over forty children, tied for third-most on the station, her only competition rendered immobile a month previously as their fifty-plus child surrogacies had rendered them too large to fit through the doors of their cabins. She herself was definitely pushing it, her titanic belly scraping the doorframe every time she passed through it.
Waving farewell to Molly, who swung herself into the rotating track section, Jen made her way back toward her own cabin, pulling herself along the rungs and drifting along like an ocean whale back on Earth. The trip was not very long, thankfully, and soon she was alone in the cabin, the door closed. With Molly at the track, she knew she had at least a half-cycle to herself before she was disturbed.
Quickly, she pulled off the few pieces of clothing she was wearing. Most women on the station only wore bras and shorts, due to the obvious impracticality of consistently covering their bellies (due to both their size and their dramatic change in scale over the course of the pregnancy), and the temperature was always a pleasant seventy-five anyway. Jen knew of at least one young woman who insisted on going nude the entire time – a quirk that everyone simply accepted as her way of handling the somewhat stressful situation of being pregnant with dozens of babies at once.
She floated in the middle of the room, facing the large mirror hung on one of the walls, alongside her bed. It was, she noted with some satisfaction, no longer wide enough to properly contain her enormity, a thought that sent shivers of arousal down her spine, which in turn seemed to be a signal to the occupants of her womb to start moving around.
Jen gasped with pleasure and eagerly guided her hands down past her vastly swollen body to her crotch, which was already dripping moisture into the room. She was certain that she wasn’t the only woman on board who found their condition intensely arousing, but she was pretty sure she was the worst of them, always getting turned on every time she was reminded of the sheer size of her belly (which, as she got bigger and bigger, happened more and more often).
As her fingers slipped in and out, she imagined what it would be like if, instead of giving birth, she simply got more and more pregnant, her belly continuing to swell until she carried an entire generation of babies within herself. Imagine how big she’d be!
Her mind raced on, picturing herself outgrowing the entire station, her massive belly constantly birthing more settlers for the planet below but also still growing more massive, now visible from the surface itself, a satellite of unimaginable fertility. As her imagination crested making herself as large as the moon, a shuddering release finally crashed into her feverish body, and she came, somersaulting in zero-G as her motions became frantic.
A minute later, she opened her eyes, still panting softly, then calmly tracked down her loose bra and shorts. Next stop: the showers.