After Midnight
			By Renalis 


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Okay! Disclaimer time! As for what's in this bundle of joy, well, if you're 
offended by the following:  Mind Control, pregnancy, birth, belly expansion, or 
demented quickies, this probably is NOT the piece of erotic fiction for you.   
Thank you, drive through :)















	
	Claire lay sleeping on the coverlet, covered in sweat, her flame-red hair 
plastered to her freckled skin due to the intense, humid heat of Virginia in
August. Her day wandering around the streets of Roanoke looking for a job had 
left her exhausted and so she had slid into bed early, hoping to at least have a 
quiet, restful night's sleep before being dragged out into the world again. 
	At some point during the night, a rapid series of sharp clicking sounds, 
like the angry protest of a yanked appliance timer knob, jolted Claire awake.  
Her eyes snapped open, searching the murky darkness of the room for the source 
of the noise that had so rudely interrupted her slumber.  Just as she began to 
reach for the bedside lamp, a looming form  like a great arch rising from 
somewhere past the foot of her bed, seemed to take shape in the  darkness.  
Before she even had a chance to panic, though, a domelike object at the end of 
the arch just above her bed sprang to life with a complex pattern of flashing 
light focused down on her eyes.
Claire struggled for a moment, but couldn't even take her eyes away, and almost 
instantly her mind drifted into a strange sleep.  Now the programming could 
begin.  
The strange mass looming over the bed (whose limited, task-oriented intelligence 
referred to itself simply as "shaper") altered its contours, tightening its main 
arch, and contorting itself into a shape much like a seahorse, but with the dome 
at its tip still flashing strange messages into Claire's eyes, feeding its 
purpose into her subconscious mind.  At the same time, it pulled the sheets 
toward the foot of the bed, dragging Claire toward the center of its mass and 
positioning itself between her knees as her feet hung off the end of the bed.  
Shaper's lights altered their pattern, and took note of the soft whimpers coming 
from Claire as she tried to resist its new instructions.  Slowly, as if 
sleepwalking, she raised her feet back onto the end of the bed, and spread her 
thighs apart invitingly.  Then a shudder ran down her body, her thighs  tensing 
for a moment.  While Shaper watched approvingly, Claire's labia darkened, became 
engorged, and parted, revealing her inner folds, and her vaginal walls 
obediently lubricated themselves as she had been commanded.  Muffled cries of 
mixed pleasure and pain spilled from Claire's lips as a series of contractions 
dilated her cervix, opening her womb for Shaper's work.  
	Now that the woman under its control was ready, Shaper extended a cylinder 
of its substance, 2 inches thick with an oval cross section, and roughly 2 feet 
in length, from near its center of mass.  As the blunt end of the extrusion 
touched the outer lips of her sex, Claire let out a squeal, her eyes bulging and 
her thighs spreading apart further.  Her feet pushed up against the swell of her 
ass, and then Claire's hips lifted involuntarily, pushing the rod deeper into 
her.  Her legs tried to spread even further as the length slid into her sex, and 
Claire couldn't keep her hips from thrusting rhythmically even while jolts of 
pain shot through her abdomen as it pushed past her dilated cervix and filled 
her womb.  Shaper had to cover her mouth to keep her from screaming as her 
uterus began to spasm and convulse inside her, growing and changing to suit a 
slightly different purpose.  The surface of her lower abdomen writhed and began 
to bulge slightly to accommodate her swollen womb.  Just as the convulsions in 
her abdomen were subsiding, Claire's nipples tightened and swelled painfully 
atop her now-growing breasts.  Stretch marks appeared around her mounds as they 
bulged from a modest B cup to at least a D; drops of hot liquid spilling from 
the nipples as her expanded milk glands were prepared to serve their purpose.  
	Its purpose complete for the present, Shaper's looming form began to slump 
and sink toward the floor.  The hold on her mind released, Claire passed out.  


	Early the next morning, she awoke, her mind in a strange but pleasant 
haze. Something nagged her in the back of her mind as she stumbled out of bed 
and pulled on the terrycloth robe she typically wore during her morning rituals. 
While running her hands down her body, Claire frowned and looked down; wondering 
what had happened to her pubic hair.  Her sex was bare and slightly puffy, the 
lips red instead of their customary pink.  Thinking little more of it, she 
pulled the robe tight again, tying the belt, grabbed a cup of coffee, and opened 
the door to the apartment, stepping out into the hall, looking for something but 
unable to ascertain what it was she craved.  

	Out in the hall, a young man in his early 20's was shuffling down the hall 
wearing only a pair of PJ bottoms, lugging a huge laundry basket with him in the 
general direction of the laundry room.  He smiled slightly from underneath the 
mop of his unkempt hair, and started to move past Claire, barely noticing her 
presence.  
	Claire, however, was anything but inattentive.  As the man moved past, a 
sudden jolt passed all through her body, starting in her belly.  The coffee cup 
dropped from her suddenly slack hands, and her robe slid apart, revealing the 
continuing changes in Claire's body as her altered uterus tightened its control 
over her.  Claire's legs began to part involuntarily, while her flat abdomen now 
pressed outward in a gentle curve between her hips, the rippling movements of 
her insatiable womb visible as it grew.  In moments, her labia were swollen and 
bulging open between her legs, quivering and wanting.  Claire's hips thrust 
forward against her will, her knees bending slightly, forcing her lower body 
into a rolling squat.  The generous globes of Claire's breasts sent tiny jolts 
of pleasure through her as they sagged slightly, filling with hot milk, 
preparing for the needed life inside her.  A soft "huh?" slipped past her lips, 
half question, and half moan, trying to understand what was happening even as 
the growing ache in her ripe womb tortured her with hunger for male seed, for 
the feeling of her belly stretching around new life.  	
As the young man turned back at the sound of her moan, Claire charged at him, 
dropping her robe and knocked the laundry basket from his hands.  Her legs 
wrapped around his hips as she pushed him down to the floor against his 
protests.  Frantically, she tore open his PJ's and pressed the bulging lips of 
her sex against his still-soft member.  Burning with anticipation, she sobbed 
against his chest, her sex quivering against him, waiting for his shaft to be 
ready to fill her.  
	As he finally responded, his cock stiffening against her hungry cunt, 
Claire sighed happily, her mind completely lost in the throes of the breeding 
urge, and reached down, thrusting her molten sex upon the shaft.  Her muscular 
outer lips immediately tightened around him, her sex rippling and pulling as her 
hips thrust frantically against his; desperately trying to milk the seed her 
body craved, softly chanting "fill me; grow".  She screamed as the head of his 
shaft finally seated against her cervix, which spasmed and began dilating as her 
molten walls continued rippling and sucking against his member.  He rewarded her 
with a shudder and a muffled groan, shooting his scalding hot seed against her 
cervix.  She squealed in mindless delight, her cunt spasming faster and harder, 
and her body eagerly pulling his seed into her ravenous womb.
	As the young man lay gasping and staring up at her in shock, Claire stood 
shakily, right hand cupping her swollen sex as if to keep the seed from spilling 
out of it, and quickly opened her apartment door, then slammed it shut again, 
locking it quickly.  Even as she wondered to herself why she would have done 
such a strange thing, drowsiness overcame her and she collapsed on the couch in 
the living room.  
	Claire woke up hours later, still feeling hazy and lightheaded.  She 
ignored the soft pulsing in her abdomen as she pulled herself to her feet, 
wandering toward the kitchen without bothering to grab her robe.  A sudden jolt 
shot through her, starting between her legs and seeming to shoot straight to her 
nipples.  She leaned against the wall to steady herself, and looked down to see 
her legs parting slowly, her hips rolling in slow thrusts of their own accord.  
Claire's eyes glazed over as she dropped to her knees, the ache in her belly 
intensifying as the lips of her sex swelled and flowered open.  Her head dropped 
back and a soft moan escaped her lips as her hips slammed forward, pushing 
upward, and her entire vulva tightened and quivered in an intense orgasm.  
	She wrapped her arms around her middle as a feeling of pressure built 
inside her abdomen.  Claire looked down again, awestruck as her belly began to 
swell just above her sex.  Every half-minute or so, another contraction passed 
through her womb and sex, and her uterus bulged out further with a renewed surge 
of growth. 
Claire fell suddenly onto her back as her leg muscles went slack suddenly, and 
she stared helplessly at the bulging mound of her abdomen, watching the ripples 
and swells play across its surface as her uterus quivered and spasmed within 
her.  Her hips instinctively thrust upward as each spasm passed through her womb 
and her mons tightened, little groans escaping from her lips despite her growing 
hysteria.  Claire managed to right herself after several minutes; her abdomen 
now bulging out about 8 inches in a slight curve.  She managed to catch hold of 
the side of a bookcase just as another contraction rippled through her swollen 
uterus, her belly straining and bulging out further as her vulva swelled even 
more between her legs.  Another spasm quickly followed, and her hips bucked 
violently forward as a wave of pleasure surged out from her womb; which was 
growing ever faster into a bulge the size of a volleyball, starting to sag in 
front of her as the life in her greedy, fertile womb grew stronger.  
	Claire continued to cling to the wood panel of the bookcase, her eyes 
glazed over, tiny moans slipping from her as her hips bucked repeatedly, 
responding to the spasms in her swollen cunt, looking down in detachment as her 
abdomen bulged further outward, ripples and spasms jolting her with waves of 
pleasure as her uterus shuddered around the life she so craved.  
	A sharp cry spilled from her lips, as abruptly her womb tightened around 
its contents.  She fell back against the side of the couch, her thighs spreading 
apart involuntarily as spasms rocked her lower body, dilating her cervix, and 
beginning to tighten her womb around its contents.  Waves of pleasure began to 
radiate out from the mountainous bulge of Claire's abdomen, sending spasms 
through her lower lips.  The only resistance she was still capable of to the 
strange hungers controlling her body, was to refuse to push as the contractions 
started in her uterus, despite instincts coaxing her to do just that.  It didn't 
matter, however, and as she lay helpless on the floor, her fertile womb began to 
contract intensely in slow rhythm, forcing wheezing grunts from her even as 
intense shocks of pleasure shot from her womb straight to her clit with each 
contraction.  This continued for a quarter hour, even as the bulge in her 
abdomen, still squirming visibly, moved lower in her and entered Claire's birth 
canal.  She tried to scream as she felt her labia start to stretch around the 
life being pushed out of her, but all that escaped was a strangled gurgle.  
Claire thrashed feebly while her thighs were forced even further apart, as 
something she could not see began to slip out of her body.   As the new life was 
pushed completely out of her, she at last opened her eyes and looked down at her 
abdomen, wondering why she still felt a heavy weight inside her, only to see a 
smaller, but still impressive swell in her belly, still moving, telling her 
there was another of.. whatever it was.. still waiting inside her, wanting to be 
born. 

Trembling visibly, Claire stood up, avoiding looking at the floor, desperate not 
to see what it was that her womb had already nurtured, even as she was intensely 
aware that another life still grew inside her womb.  As before, her gravid belly 
swelled in rhythmic surges, her abdomen beginning to hang in front of her while 
she struggled to keep moving.  Tottering on weakened legs, but in surprisingly 
little pain from the birth, she stumbled into her bedroom, her only thoughts 
being to escape this nightmare by falling asleep.  She couldn't even walk, 
managing a spread-legged waddle, the mound of her cunt bulging down between her 
legs, still swollen from the passage of the first creature, but healing quickly 
and preparing for the next.  Every few moments, the muscles in her outer lips 
fluttered visibly, quivering and sending soft shocks of pleasure into her.  
Just steps short of the imagined sanctuary of her bed, Claire stopped dead as a 
spasm traveled up her legs, spreading them apart.  Another involuntary muscle 
contraction thrust her hips forward, and the lips of her mons bulged out even 
further for a moment as something pushed at them from inside, then her labia 
began to visibly moisten and part, loosening their taught closure.  Terror 
rising in her again, Claire looked down, seeing ripples travel along the 
mountainous dome of her belly, which stood nearly 2ft beyond her hips, just as 
she felt a sharp jolt of mixed pain and pleasure shoot along the length of 
her belly and into her breasts, from which drops of milk gathered on the 
nipples.  She needed little consideration to realize that she was about to again 
be forced to give birth, to give in to the fertile imperative controlling the 
processes of her body.  "No, please, not again.." the words trailed off into a 
low moan as a contraction tightened her uterus, and the intense shock of 
orgasmic pleasure laced with pain dropped her to her knees in a squat, her birth 
canal bulging out prominently between her legs, the lips flowering open as 
another spasm completely dilated her cervix, readying her for labor.  Claire 
fought to resist the growing urge to push, even as an intensely arousing ache 
formed low in her belly, her uterus fluttering and shaking the surface of her 
belly as if it tried to entice her to fulfill its need.  something tensed 
against her clit, and Claire could no longer resist the growing need, and cried 
as she helplessly began to push, unable to stop, then screaming in mixed 
pleasure and pain as both intense orgasms, and the unbearable stretching in her 
vaginal walls, rewarded her efforts.  Several more wavelike spasms rippled 
through her gravid uterus, and each time Claire was unable to stop herself from 
pushing with them, as the life inside her slid out between her legs, and finally 
slipped free, tearing one last anguished groan from her as the afterbirth was 
expelled.  
Claire lay crying silently, her eyes shut tightly, not wanting to see what had 
left her body after growing so quickly.  Quite suddenly, she felt hungry mouths 
close upon her nipples in unison, their suckling sending a surge of arousal 
through her, and her breasts swelled painfully in the moments before they began 
emptying of their hot new milk.  Claire's breasts and abdomen ached with dull 
pain, but she could feel her sex tighten between her legs, drawing back into 
her, and even as her uterus returned to a more reasonable size, she could feel a 
soft, needy ache pulsing inside her there.  She knew that soon she would be 
forced to gather seed so she could calve again, even though her womb still held 
enough seed to satiate its lust a few more times even if she somehow resisted 
her hungers.  Calve... the right word, no doubt.  Claire knew with terrible 
certainty that whatever had seized her, had made her its brood mare, unable to 
stop herself from birthing more offspring for it.