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Alien Abduction (3 Parts)
🕑 Added 2025-06-09 23:48:27 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Iluvfoodbabies.
1.
Elvira was an active young Latina student. She was about 5'6 in height and had a very thick and curvy physique from her minor addition to sweets. A college sophomore, she juggled her busy class schedule with her part-time job at the local grocery store chain. Yet she enjoyed the quiet chaos of her simple life. In fact, she didn’t think she could live without it.
Elvira arrived home late from a workout one evening. She tried to go to the gym at least every day to get her cardio in. Freshly showered and weary, she dumped her gym clothes in her hamper then collapsed to bed on her stomach. She fell asleep almost before her head hit the pillow.
Elvira slept soundly for a good few hours, until she was roused into a semi-conscious state, though she wasn’t sure if she wasn’t just dreaming. There was movement around her. A thud, a step, a quake of her nightstand. She was inclined to investigate but couldn’t seem to open her eyes no matter how hard she tried. Feeling almost drugged in her heavy stupor, she went in and out of consciousness, then felt her body moving, like she was in a smooth vehicle.
There was the occasional flash of light behind her closed eyelids. She felt numb, sort of floaty, and strangely calm. Her eyes finally opened, just the slightest bit, and she made out an expansive field of dried glass. Again, darkness. There was a mechanical hiss. A hatch? She felt the air cooling and getting slightly more humid. It was the sensation of going underground. There was a creak. A green door? Then darkness.
When Elvira awoke again, she was still extremely groggy, but at least she managed to stay conscious this time. She blinked sleepily around what looked like a…stall? Some sort of animal stall? She was bent forward over a simple metal bar, so her backside was sticking out behind her. Her body was nude. She squirmed to get up, but found her hands bound in metal latches on the ground, as were her ankles, keeping her bent.
Elvira felt the sensation of something inside her—some sort of medical tubing, pushed deeply into her vagina and towards her stomach.
Elvira fleetingly wondered if she was sick in the hospital, but that prospect was unlikely, what with the silence, the isolation, the bounds, and all the cold, metallic surfaces. It seemed like a medical or scientific facility, but not one designed for care or comfort.
“Hello?” Elvira called uneasily.
The only answer was a heavy CLONK, followed by the hum of a machine. Elvira’s eyes flew wide open as she felt an ice cold fluid surging inside of her through the tubing. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable, her limbs struggling and fidgeting as she released wheezy little noises.
She quickly realized that it wasn’t just fluid. There were lumps as well. The lumps felt soft and slimy, and she could feel each as it shoved through her opening with the liquid, causing her thighs to shudder and her cheeks to warm. She could feel the contents of the tubing pushing all the way up to her womb, as she grunted, and panted, and experienced a heaviness growing in her midsection.
A tightness followed and Elvira was astonished to see her gently plump midsection begin to shudder and push out. “Oh god, what are you—nghhhh…” she groaned, as she was flooded all the faster. Her belly throbbed and stretched as she grimaced and tried to bear it. There were so many rivaling sensations taking over her, she was lost as to what to do. Her belly grew rounder till she looked pregnant, the mound extending farther and farther towards the floor, her body pouring sweat all the while.
Then the humming stopped, and so did the substance being pushed inside of her. Elvira released a quavering breath as the tubing was steadily retracted from her opening. She gasped and nearly lost her balance when her binds unlatched. Instead, she managed to lower herself to her knees. She marveled in shock at her soft, but rounded belly. She looked as though she could have been eight months pregnant.
A door opened behind her and a man covered fully in a hazmat suit marched in. Saying nothing, he grabbed Elvira’s arm and dragged her roughly to her feet then into the room he had come from. He unceremoniously deposited her onto the floor, then marched off again. Elvira blinked around in fear.
To her relief, there were other people here. Women, specifically. But to Elvira’s unease, everyone in this new room had a common quality. They all appeared to be pregnant, bellies bulging visibly. The women were in various states of dress—some in hospital gowns, others in rags or clothes they had clearly outgrown, some simply nude. In terms of belly-size, Elvira was certain that she was the smallest there. The other women looked at term with child, or beyond. Some looked as though they were due with twins, triplets, or quads. One woman was so large her belly resembled a beach ball. She was flushed, panting, and leaning heavily on a wall as she rubbed the huge mass, barely able to support it.
The women were heavy in other ways, with huge breasts, plump thighs, round pillowy asses, and a general softness to their bodies that eliminated the sharpness of their apparent pregnancies. Though many of the women were standing around, many others were sitting on the ground, or against the wall, looking as though they had plopped down in the cushion of their own fatness.
“What on earth is going on here?” Elvira whispered, horrified.
Many women barely seemed to notice her. Others gave Elvira sad smiles, or just shook their heads.
2.
Most of the women lay around lethargic throughout the day. Many slept, while others moaned quietly as they massaged their palms into their bulbous midsections. The overall mood was morose and people were not too forthcoming when Elvira asked questions. They just shook their heads at her as if to say, You don’t want to know.
The men in the hazmat suits came and went. Often one would pick out a woman and pull her away from the rest, into a room that opened up from the metallic wall. The men proved surprisingly strong as they ushered the larger-sized women, who moaned unhappily, but just went along with it.
“Where are they taking them?” Elvira asked one of the others. The women always returned a few hours later, and when they did, they seemed weak, dazed, and significantly larger. Were they being taken back to the stalls to be filled yet more?
The red-haired woman to whom Elvira inquired grimaced. “Feeding,” she muttered, and that was all.
Elvira wasn’t sure what that meant. She didn’t figure it out until it happened to her.
A man in a hazmat suit approached later that day, and she tried to resist. She wanted to stay with the other women. But as much as she pulled and tugged for freedom, the man had a vice grip on her arm. It felt locked, like a machine, like she had no hope of escape unless she gave up her limb. That was her first clue that there was something very extraordinary about the men. She realized that it was odd to consider them “men” at all. She could not see them through their masks, even the eye piece obscured by darkened lenses. They were too strong, too uniform, too perfect in their movements, almost robotic.
The room Elvira was brought to was plain and clinical. Her free hand clutched her belly as she was forcefully pushed back against something resembling a patient chair in a dental office. She breathed heavily, eyes darting about. Without any ceremony, her captor uncoiled a hose coming out of the wall then shoved it into her mouth.
Elvira choked, but the hose was only shoved deeper, until it hit her throat. She again tried to resist, but her arms were held down against the chair with enough force that it was painful. Her captor began to strap them down with binds she hadn’t noticed to be attached to the chair. In the meantime, the machine hummed, and something poured out of the hose, directly into her throat.
The fluid was slimy and sweet, sort of milky, with unpredictable clumps that stretched her throat and made her gag at first at the unexpected change in texture. She did her best to force it down.
She was being fed. The description was accurate. Elvira did her best to keep up as more and more of the substance was pumped into her gut. Her eyes darted around for any indication of reprieve, but her captor stood by watching her, almost unnaturally still. Her chest heaved, and she again choked slightly, but caught up. She had to keep gulping.
She could feel her belly stretching; filling. It felt warm and tight, and for some reason, her breasts were tingling. She could feel the accumulating weight pushing her harder into the seat, belly starting to press into the armrests as it inflated obscenely, right before her eyes.
It had to have been hours. Her face was hot and sweaty. Her thighs felt softer, squishing together. Her breasts had taken on growth, and had to have swelled to DDs or Es, where they sat heavily on her chest atop her mountainous gut.
There was a soft beeping noise and the output of the substance abruptly stopped. Elvira felt dizzy and tired. She must have looked overdue with twins by then, her body plumper and softer than it had ever been before. She could feel some of the substance rolling down her chin, mingling with tears. She panted through her nose.
The man seemed to “awake,” because he perked as though he had not been standing eerily still for the past while. He pulled the hose out of Elvira’s throat, causing her to tense and grunt. He then quickly unlatched her arms and hauled her off the bed as she tried not to fall down.
When she was brought back to the room, she sunk down the wall and was grateful to be left alone. To her surprise, there was a small commotion transpiring with one of the other women. This woman had to be the biggest one there, her body fat and swollen, belly like a bolder where it was practically crushing her. She had been rendered immobile days before, the other women helping attend to her when they could.
At that moment, several of the forms in rubber suits had gathered around her, and were heaving her up without issue. She wailed and tried to resist. Elvira stared as she was carried off. “Feeding?” she asked the redhead from before, who was standing not far from where Elvira was perched. Elvira’s belly gurgled, and she grimaced, rubbing her hands into it. It seemed to be throbbing, the sensation of pressure filling it, like it was still steadily growing.
The redhead sighed and shook her head. “Feeding, yes. But she’s not the one being fed this time.”
Elvira blinked in confusion.
“She’s the main course,” said the redhead, before waddling off, clutching at her own heavy girth.
Elvira’s jaw fell.
3.
The next time one of the beings in the rubber suits appeared, Elvira paid close attention.
They came in singles if to take a woman away for force-feeding, and as a group when taking one of the larger, riper women off, supposedly to be eaten. Well, regardless, she was never seen again.
But the aliens always entered the same way. There was an opening in the metal wall where doors hissed and pulled open smooth and mechanically. Sometimes looking just within it, Elvira would catch a glimpse of a green door that struck something in her memory. She knew instantly that this would lead to an exit. There was just the matter of getting to it.
She tried to rally the other women when they weren't too lethargic. It took a lot of effort just to get them to listen to her.
"Please,"" Elvira entreated breathlessly as she cradled her swollen midsection. Following her last force-feeding session, she looked hugely overdue and felt as though she was balancing a beach ball in front of her. She was also coming to realize that she was now getting larger than most of the others. "Just humor me. If we somehow distract the—the guy in the rubber suit, one of us might have a chance to slip out. I think I know the way. I can get help." Her voice was hushed as she spoke. She now found her hands rubbing deeply into the plump mound. There was a lurching inside of her and she felt nauseous at the thought that it likely wasn't just indigestion as she had originally told herself.
Elvira stood there under dubious stares and what felt like the longest silence ever, until someone else finally spoke.
"She's right," said the redhead. "The rest of us have just given up. This plan might fuck us all over, but at least its something. We have to try."
"Thank you," Elvira breathed, fidgeting. She arched her tense back, pushing her belly out even farther. Her hips were sore, but they were strong enough to support her. Her body had gotten softer and fuller, breasts round and plump where they perched atop her belly, backside bulging out behind her, drawing the cotton gown against the plump cheeks. She was continuously breathless. Her nipples ached and her flesh tingled. Her stride had devolved to a slow waddle and it was still hard to believe how massive she had become. "We act tonight."
There were mutterings amongst the women but no one else spoke. It struck Elvira that they were all still strangers. There was something very isolating about their experiences here despite their unity within the room.
"What's your name," Elvira asked the redhead. She leaned back against the wall to shift some of her weight off her burdened body.
The redhead hesitated, but eventually said, "Sarah."
"Sarah," Elvra echoed, giving a weary smile. She looked to another girl. "And yours? Everyone introduce yourselves. We're sisters here and we need to start looking out for each other."
It was reluctant at first but she got the women talking, even the meekest among them speaking up. By the time they had all introduced themselves, Elvira had slid down the wall, allowing her huge mass to settle against her plump thighs. Some of the other women had leaned down to ask if she was alright. One rubbed her side and Elvira realized that they were beginning to treat her the way they treated the women who seemed close to being taken away.
But it wasn't her time. Not yet. Elvira brushed off the fretting women. "We act tonight," she reiterated breathlessly, wiping some sweat off her forehead. Her nipples stung but she resisted the urge to touch them or be anymore distracted by her throbbing body.
"Fine," said Sarah after a moment. "Fine, let's do it."
"Okay," said another voice.
Steadily, all the others agreed.
"Are you sure it should be you, Elvira?" asked a nervous girl named Teresa. "Maybe someone else..."
"I've got this," Elvira said. "Trust me. I'm getting us out of here. I promise."
And all that was left was the planning.
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They decided that Maggie would create a diversion.
Maggie was around Elvira's age, though much smaller framed. It made her massive belly, breasts, and weight-gain all the more profound. She was practically buried beneath it all.
Maggie was one of the fewer women left who was bigger than Elvira. She complained of strange episodes of tension in her gut and was expected to be taken away any day now. Maggie was terrified. She was the person that the figures in rubber suits seemed to pay the closest attention to.
That evening, when the door opened, and one of the faceless people emerged, Maggie released a high wail and clutched at her belly in apparent pain. "They're coming," she shrieked, and even Elvira would have been convinced had this not all been planned out.
The hazmat-suited figure glided over. The door was still open, but all focus was on Maggie.
Elvira braced herself. This was her chance.
