“You’ve got to see the pregnant woman! Oh, my God that shit was gross!” That’s all Susan had been hearing all week. No one would elaborate on exactly what was so gross about her. An awed and enthusiastic: “You’ve just got to see it!” was all she could seem to get out of anyone and the Bill Vlad Circus of Oddities was only in town for one more day. So she bought a ticket and a program and sat through a man giving himself an enema with pea soup; somehow working it all the way up through his digestive track into his stomach, and regurgitating it all out into a cup which he promptly offered to his tattooed, pierced, and perforated, “freak on a leash” who eagerly sucked it up with a straw. They then performed the same trick backwards with the man drinking the pea soup while his assistant slid a straw into his rectum to suck it back out. Another man lifted a car battery with a chain looped through the piercing on the end of his penis. And a female contortionist/stripper lit gas expelled from her vagina on fire with a log lighter, igniting a cigarette in the mouth of her burly assistant, and taking half his goatee with it. Her pubic hair caught fire and the remaining gas in her vagina exploded in a burst of flame that made her labia blacken and sizzle like bacon, withering and curling up on the ends like an onion on a barbecue grille. The tender pink flesh melted away leaving a charred and ragged hole where her vagina had been. Her eyes grew wide in a look that seemed to contain more amazement than fear and she began fanning her crispy cunt, which only made the flames leap higher. Bill Vlad himself rushed out onto the stage with a fire extinguisher to smother her sex in white foam and douse the inferno raging in her genitals. She was carted off the stage and the next act was led on without a pause. Her eyes were wide and glassy as she was dragged across the stage and behind the curtain like a broken prop. She didn’t scream once. The smell of burning pubic hair and molten flesh still hung in the air as a man took center stage and began aggressively ramming ears of corn into his asshole and shooting kernels across the stage by contracting his sphincter muscles. It was all rather bizarre. But still no pregnant woman. It was then that Susan noticed that the pregnant woman wasn’t even on the program. Feeling cheated she walked out of the theatre and found an usher to complain to, coughing as the acrid scent of burning snatch tickled the back of her throat. “What happened to the pregnant lady?” “Oh, that’s separate.” “Separate? What do you mean separate?” “I mean she is a show unto herself and you have to pay for that separately?” He said gesturing to a room on the other end of the theatre through which modest traffic flowed in and out. The faces on the patrons who were exiting the room were appropriately shocked and appalled adding to Susan’s intrigue. “Well, how much is it?” “Twenty dollars.” “Twenty dollars! I just spent twenty on that other bullshit show! I didn’t even want to see that one! I came to see the pregnant lady!” “Then pay your twenty little girl, otherwise go back and finish watching the rest of the Circus.” “Look man, all I have left is eight dollars. Can’t you hook me up?” Susan pleaded with him and flashed her dimpled smile which she hoped would look break-your-heart innocent even though they both knew that no one who was totally innocent would be trying so desperately to get into an X-rated freak show. “Sorry, the cost is twenty.” She couldn’t explain why she wanted to see her so badly. Maybe it was because she had just recently started having sex and pregnancy was heavily on her mind; especially after the little stick turned blue when she pissed on it. Maybe it was because no one in her family had ever really talked to her about sex. It wasn’t that they told her it was bad or dirty. Susan’s parents never spoke about it at all. It was all some dark mystery to her. Sex to her were the dirty jokes on the bathroom walls and the hushed whispers and giggles of the girls who had taken that leap into womanhood. Susan had been a virgin until the day she entered college on a gymnastic scholarship and met Jim Donner at a school competition. She had done a tumbling routine and he had worked the pommel horse. That night they had tumbled together in the backseat of his used Jeep Cherokee. She had still only been with one guy. Susan and Jim had experimented quite a bit though. She was always eager to learn. Susan was that rare combination of curiosity, low inhibitions, and naivete that men found irresistible. She’d read all the books on sex and reproduction but it was really not the same as seeing it live, experiencing it right up close. That’s why she had to get in to see the pregnant lady. As soon as she was sure the guard wasn’t looking, Susan walked outside and snuck back into the building through a side door. She had no idea where she was when the fire door through which she’d entered, slammed shut with a loud bang, sealing her in a crypt-like darkness. She couldn’t see a thing and the sounds of the Circus were low and muffled, far off, and distant. Groping her way through the dark, she made it over to a stage curtain. She was backstage at the Circus of Oddities. Susan crept across the stage as everyone was preoccupied by a man nailing his penis to a log full of termites. Reaching another door she pressed her ear to it and heard husky moans and gasps of astonishment echo from within. Susan ducked inside and found herself in the back row of a large room filled with folding chairs. There was a large stage less than two feet off the ground, draped with sheer curtains in red, gold, and black, and bathed in black violet light. A small strobelight flickered on the side of the stage giving the scene an eerie, carnival funhouse mystique. On it sat a morbidly obese woman who was easily five times Susan’s own body mass; at least six-hundred pounds. She was grotesquely voluptuous. Her hips, thighs, breasts, and buttocks were bloated to grimace proportions. Rolls and rolls of billowy fat hung from her chin in successive rows of increasing girth of which her massive watermellon-sized breasts were yet another layer in a cascade of flesh that hung all the way to the cavernous orifice yawning open between her titanic thighs. This mountainous blob of pale, bloodless, adipose tissue, crosshatched with a roadmap of varicose veins, was such a gross exaggeration of the female form as to be almost surreal. She looked like a bloated corpse swollen with the gasses of decomposition. Her rotund hips spread from one corner of the stage to the other and her gigantic misshapen breasts rested each on one knee as she squatted with her legs akimbo and her massive, hairy, vagina spread wide like some hideous, gaping, hatchet wound. Mentsrual blood and a stream of other unctuous liquids dripped from the frothing maw between her corpulent thighs causing the virulent nest of dark pubic hairs to glisten with drops of moisture. Sweat ran the maze of wrinkles, rolls, and ripples from her brow to the crack of her ass as she strained with some unknown exertion. It was then that Susan noticed that the stage was littered with pale, malformed creatures. Larval young, resembling some combination of human fetus and maggot, were crawling across the stage, up her body, to suckle at her massive breasts, which were ripe with some thick, syrupy milk. As Susan stared on in horror and revulsion, the woman’s tremendous belly began to undulate. Impossibly, her massive vagina spread even wider, and another blind and mewling infant squirted out in a stream of Amniotic goo and chunky red afterbirth. Susan fought hard to keep the beer, hotdogs, nachos, and popcorn she’d purchased at the concession stand from evacuating her stomach but in the end she lost the battle. She knelt down in the back of the theatre while an avalanche of projectile vomit spewed forth in a spray of half-digested food and bile. That’s when a very nervous and agitated security guard rushed in and started ushering everyone out of the room. “Oh my God! It’s almost midnight! Everyone has to go! Go! Everyone out! Now!” He seemed to be in a panic as he physically shoved people out of the door. He never saw Susan kneeling down in back of the chairs in the last row evacuating the contents of her stomach. He had almost ushered out the last couple when the floor broke open and a portal to hell opened in the floor. He had no time to warn the remaining couple before the massive demon came charging out. It had the legs, tail, and sexual endowment of a horse, with the upper torso of a man, and the head of some type of wooly rhinoceros. Its skull was crowned with massive spiraling horns like those of a Rocky Mountain goat. A long black horn protruded from its snout and its lips pulled back into a smile revealing savage-looking, elongated canines like the tusks of a wild boar. From head to toe it was covered in long, fine, black fur. Whatever manner of beast it was it was obviously carnivorous and even more obviously not thinking about food. Its organ was as long and thick as the arm of a weightlifter, easily twice the thickness of a horse’s penis and barbed on the end like a cat’s. It stood out fully erect and lethal looking from the mane of ebon hair that draped down between the creature’s legs. His eyes blazed with a furious, predatorial lust as he advanced on the young couple. The guard simply turned and ran out of the room as fast as he could, locking the door behind him and Susan, the terrified young couple, and the impossibly fat pregnant lady, in with the hell-spawned satyr. The man tried to fight the thing off, throwing a punch that glanced off the thing’s massive shoulders. The beast grabbed him and hammered him to his knees with two or three casual blows. The would-be-hero quickly found himself on all fours being force fed the creature’s massive penis. There were horrible gagging and choking sounds as his throat tried to expand like a snake’s to accommodate the massive organ. But, as the creature forced more of his penis into the guy’s esophagus, it broke open under the strain, tearing wide like the skin of a banana. The beast did not seem at all disturbed by the death of his fuck toy and continued to pump in and out of the dead guy’s ruptured throat. It had flayed open so wide that the creature’s penis was now visible through the gaping wound as it slid in and out building to a climax that would not come. The creature’s brow knitted in frustration as he struggled to achieve an increasingly elusive orgasm. The woman’s screams drew the amorous attention of the hellish beast. He withdrew his still massively engorged penis from the corpse’s throat with a ghoulish, wet, “SHLORP!” The girl stopped screaming for a brief moment as the thing grabbed her, then she began to whine and plead as it turned her around and mounted her. “No! No! Please! Oh my god! No! I can’t! It won’t fit! No! Noooooooo!!!” The beast’s penis tore through the tiny woman like a plumbing snake breaking through a clogged waterline. Blood poured from her vagina, anus, mouth, ears, and nose as veins, arteries, and various internal organs ruptured and burst under the onslaught of the monster’s brutal lovemaking. The first thrust sent an explosion of gore from her mouth. In a rage of sexual excitement the thing speeded up its rhythm, vigorously fucking the dying woman as her eyes rolled up into her head and she writhed and convulsed in indescribable agony. A shudder went through her as she expired. Her vandalized carcass dangled from the end of the creature’s dick like a spent condom. Susan felt scalding bile rise in her throat and quietly sucked it back down, trying her best not to make any noise that would alert the beast to her presence. She’d already seen the result of the creature’s attentions. The beast removed the bloody sack of flesh from the head of his cock and turned toward the fat woman. What came next was as horrible as it was predictable. What he had done to the young couple had been a perverse and violent act of rape, with the pregnant lady however; his seductive advances were almost loving. “These other mortals are so fragile. You are the only woman who can satisfy me.” He cooed in a thick husky voice that echoed and reverberated as if it were being put through a synthesizer. He strode over to the stage just as the last larval infant spurted out of her vagina and onto the floor at the fat woman’s feet in a soupy crimson avalanche. As sickening as the birth was to Susan it did nothing to quell his excitement. Seeing the steaming red stew expelled from the woman’s diseased snatch the beasts sprang onto the stage and thrust its snout between the pregnant woman’s massive thighs. Horrible slurping and smacking sounds filled the room as the creature greedily consumed the sticky mess, child, afterbirth, and all. The pregnant lady moaned and quivered but made no attempt to flee though Susan doubted she could have risen without assistance if she’d wanted to. Fear showed in her face but there was also a dark lust in her squinty piggish eyes. She protested softly as the beast rose from between her legs with menstrual gore and chunks of afterbirth and fetus clinging to its ebon beard and ran his claws through her hair, guiding her head toward his engorged cock which still dripped with the blood of the young couple. The pregnant woman licked the couple’s blood from its swollen tip, lathering it in her saliva and sending a shiver of ecstasy through the fearsome demon. Then she began to ease the entire massive limb down her throat. Susan watched as her neck distended expecting to see it rupture like the young man before her had. But, though she did not look entirely comfortable, her face showed none of the strangled anguish one would have anticipated. She slurped and occasionally gagged as the creature fucked her face with his monstrous appendage. Then the creature threw back his head and roared as an orgasm tore through his body like gunfire. Buckets of semen began to overflow from the pregnant lady’s mouth pouring down over her breasts and stomach in a milk white deluge. Susan peered closely as she noticed that the creature’s semen was seething with tadpole-sized sperm cells squiggling their way down over the ripples and wrinkles of bulbous flesh and down into her cavernous vagina. The creature withdrew his frightful organ from the woman’s mouth and, with a Herculean effort, rolled her over on all fours so that he could enter her anus. The pregnant lady slapped and fought him with a mere token effort, adding a few breathless cries of, “No! Don’t! Stop!” as she bent over and spread her huge, flabby, ass-cheeks, revealing an asshole distended to roughly the circumference of a soda can. Again Susan was amazed to find that the massive member entered the woman’s ass with only a few minor grunts of discomfort. Here he was less gentle; pounding into her asshole so hard that the sound of his basketball-sized testicles slapping her corpulent, seat cushion-sized ass-cheeks was like the applause of an entire auditorium. When he came, the fit of his cock in her rectum was so tight that semen sprayed out of her asshole like an open fire hydra. Again the sperm cells wiggled their way across the floor up her legs and into her vagina. The pregnant woman seemed to be in ecstasy. When he finally rolled her onto her back she’d given up all pretenses of resisting and reached out to pull him down on top of her. The demonic satyr growled and grunted as it thrusted its tremendous organ deep into her sopping wet, cum drenched, vagina and began pounding into her with maniacal enthusiasm. The squishy, wet, sploshing sounds were hideous as was the tittering laughter, soulful moans of ecstasy and cries of “Yes! Yes! Oh, Big daddy don’t stop!” that issued from the pregnant lady. Susan couldn’t help herself. Despite the foul sounds, the funky animal odor, the grotesque appearance of both the demon and the hideously obese pregnant lady, Susan found herself becoming aroused. She reached down under her dress into her panties and began to finger her swollen clitoris. She was almost about to cum herself when the creature roared with yet another orgasm. Susan closed her eyes, lost in her own salacious sensations, and never noticed that her moaning and the scent of her vaginal juices had finally brought her to the notice of the creature. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of the wooden folding chairs snapping like twigs that she looked up to see the creature heading towards her with his penis swollen with an urgent, insistent erection, and his black eyes ablaze with lust. It was a good thing she was a gymnast. Susan knew that she would need every ounce of her flexibility to survive this encounter and even still, she would more than likely require surgery. She threw her legs behind her head and bit down on her fist to stifle the scream shredding up from her larynx as the first ten inches of the creature’s massive organ ripped its way inside of her. In the midst of her terrific agony she silently wondered if the Bill Vlad Circus of Oddities had enough room for two pregnant ladies.
The Pregnant Woman