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Flowering Within (Alien Plant Preg./Near Bursting)

Niko slowly opened her eyes. Her head was rumbling like a drumline.

The air, laden with dust and pollen, swam between her lips, strangely dense.

As the derelict astronaut steadily came back to her senses, her mind being slowly freed of fog, she took a long look at her surroundings. She could feel the cold of outer space, biting into her skin through the holes in her ochre suit.

The raspy buzz of electricity trickled above her, coils of voltage dancing inbetween peeled cables and rusted hinges. Everything around her was trashed; chunks of nondescript debris thrown around the spacious room, from the recognisable chairs and drawers to bizarre pieces of antediluvian machinery you would only see in the engine of a stolen bandit ship. Vines spread over the walls, pinkish buds riveting the corners of what appeared to be a storage area.

Her helmet’s ferroglass visor was completely broken, her furry face revealed by the blinking white light. However, the fact she hadn’t suffocated indicated the shuttle’s oxygen ministers still had some juice in them. She had a small cut on her forehead.

The half-dog extended her arm, gloved hand patting her large chest. Her space-faring suit felt a little bit tighter than normal around her bosom, but otherwise, everything seemed to be within the expected. Lilac eyes darting around, patting herself clean of dirt and rust, she was indeed in one piece.

All she remembered was… She lost control of her ship, for whatever reason, while she was out on a mining trip for some pocket money. A flash of white, the fiery explosion of sulfur-based fuel… And then, cut to black. She sighed, slowly trying to get herself back on her feet.

“O-Okay… A-At least I’m not hurt. That’s a good start…�� She mumbled to herself, a little unsurely; she took a look at the state of her suit. Her ashy brown fur was visible through large, torn holes on its surface; even the neoprene suit she wore beneath was ripped at the seams. Strange reddish vines, covered in bumpy warts, curled in and out of the suit’s every gap, a little itchy and annoying, but a good tug ripped them right out.

On shaky legs, the astronaut took her hands to her head, removing her helmet. With a shattered visor, she’d do little but hinder her own vision. Her long, violet mane flowed out of the bascinet, strands of colorful hair flowing in the slightly reduced gravity; and her animal ears perked up, no longer burdened by their circular cage.

Niko noticed she had been holding her breath.

She took her hand to her breast again, surprised to find it uncomfortably pushing against the plasticky fabric of the suit. The dark ochre textile wrapped tightly over her protruding chest, to the point she could distinguish the separate curves of each of her mammaries in a supposedly unisex suit.

“H-Hah… What’s wrong…?” Niko muttered, cheeks touched with a kiss of pink. Copping a feel of her own tits, her hands found them uncharacteristically weighty, their slowly expanding girth denting her back ever so slightly. As she moved them, a silent swirling of liquid was audible inside.

Or maybe it was just some overfilled water reserves inside her suit, and she was worrying too much.

As she stopped fondling herself, the astronaut noticed another thing.

A large blackboard, cracked and thrown against the ground; vines and roots covering most of its chalked surface.

Waddling clumsily, still getting used to the sudden low gravity, she approached the flora-infested board. Large, flowering buds full with golden seeds emerged forth from the schisms in the dark green clay, pimpled vines hugging it almost protectively.

Her hands placed on her stomach, a tad of what she assumed to be nebula sickness climbing up to her throat, she bent timidly, trying to read whatever was written inbetween the roadmap of roots.

“VORSICHT MIT DEN PFLANZEN!" Read the school utensil. Whatever language that was, she didn’t know a lick of it. There was something written below that, but one particularly girthy vine had grown precisely over that line, the cheeky bastard.

With uninformed futility, she at least tried to read it out loud. I’ll spare you the details of her gruesome butchery of such a language.

Niko stood there, absentmindedly caressing her stomach through the fabric of the suit. Her abdomen felt bloated, as if full with an inordinate amount of food, and every step she took felt ever the heavier. “M-Mnhg…” She groaned between teeth, leaning against a wall as she took both hands to massage her midriff.

While feeling sick or disoriented was a common symptom of her voyages into deep space, the feeling of blockage she felt within her guts was growing a tad too intense for her to handle. She cranked her head back, closing her eyes, whimpering for a moment. She began zipping down the suit.

However, as the zipper made its way down, down to her hips…

She noticed a bulge on her torso, poking out. Her eyes open wide, eyebrows cocked upwards, she continued to remove her jacket.

Her chest bounced freely as the coat was peeled back. Each of her already quite large breasts had almost tripled itself in size and weight; her vibrantly pink nipples poked through the remaining chunks of neoprene, even the outline of her areolas visible against the dark rubber. The half-dog panted for a moment, the sheer kilogramage of her newly inflated bust hanging heavy on her poor back. A new hole was suddenly torn beneath her armpit as she moved, the mounds of buttery fat stretching out the fabric even further.

As she continued to pat her stomach, one thing was certain.

It was growing.

Niko stumbled back, her breath quickening up. Avoiding tripping on a mangled chair by a few centimeters, she fell back against a wall, hands wrapped around her slowly but steadily expanding abdomen. Pushing uncomfortably against the ornamental buckle of her belt, her lower belly was starting to acquire a roundish shape, protruding forwards against the relatively untouched neoprene of that area.

After a few seconds, she couldn’t cup the entirety of her paunch with both hands.

“W-What’s going on?!” She yelped, falling onto her ass against the carpeted metal of the floor. Her knees propped up in front of her, bovine breasts slumped over to the sides of her torso, she saw her midsection continue to balloon outwards, its curve slowly becoming more and more pronounced. Her skin stretched and stretched to no end, tightly wrapped around her growing womb; holes tearing in the fabric around it as it inflated.

Pearls of sweat mottling her forehead, she placed her hand on its expanse. It was much, much firmer than she expected, like a hardy watermelon covered in velvety, fatty skin; distended to the size of a full term pregnant stomach.

Her leather belt creaked under the building pressure, at least one button popping out as her gut pushed against her suit pants. Frantically gasping, she squirmed, sticking her hands below her swelling center and trying to undo her belt buckle on time. The fatty covering of her hardened stomach pushed against her shaky fingers, clenching her teeth as her still gloved hands clumsily toyed with the little metallic decoration.

An aluminum lock was released with a bright click, Niko belting out a bated breath as her belly suddenly surged further a whole foot, pants splitting open as to set her swelling free.

A light, silent wet creaking was audible within her stomach, as it continued to protrude; her belly button turning inside out into a cute little outie with a damp smack. Where her fingers expected to find a tender, warm layer of amniotic fluid protecting an unborn child, she found the same consistently hardened content, a singular round shape the size of a beach ball slowly growing in size within her gut.

Niko yelped, covering her mouth. Tendril-like vines slowly started to snake around inside her uterus, their coiling shapes pressed up against the walls of her tummy.

“S-Shit… T-The plants!”

A sudden, painful pressure clasped the entirety of her stomach, causing her to squeal out. The muscles of her gut tightening around its alien contents, she placed her hand over its surface, now hard as a rock. Like fingers rudely clutching her organs, the vines swimming within her pushed against the inner layer of her womb, stretching it out even further. Her puffy nipples, throbbing as she groaned under her breath, began to leak goblets of sweet, nectar-like white.

As she attempted to stabilize her breath, she cranked her head backwards, violet mane cascading over her naked shoulder, strands of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. A few of the vines, their rough shape visible through her thinly-stretched skin, slowly began to make their way down her uterus and into her birth canal, sending cold, uncomfortable shivers up her spine.

One of them, almost carefully, emerged from between her vaginal lips, spreading her slit wide as if to birth whatever was boiling up inside of her. Judging by how her stomach contracted and contorted, her guess wasn’t too far off, most likely. The tendril coiled around a sheet of rusted iron nearby, stretching, and beginning to drag.

It was trying to pry the plant out of Niko’s stomach.

The astronaut glared at the massive swell that her midsection had become, strings of milk streaming down her fur-coated skin from her engorged breasts. The pressure grew larger, a tightening pain clawing at her hips as yet another two vines began to pull. She clenched her teeth, a thirsty yell exploding from her throat.

Her womb was probably now large enough to house a full-grown man within her. Throbbing with alien life, tightening around its invasive insides, the sloshing contents of her gut were far too large to simply go down her reproductive organ.

The tinges of overexertion and pain she was starting to feel, mottling the skin of her belly, made that apparent. If she didn’t do something…

She was going to burst open.

Niko went into full-blown panic mode.

Groaning and whimpering as the pressure within her gut only grew by the second; the vines’ efforts started to pay off as the body within her slowly dislodged itself from its original position, her abdomen drooping slightly as the watermelon began to go down.

The growling of her upset organs rose in intensity; she pressed her knees against her inner invader, her enormous midriff continuing to steadily surge forwards. Tension, a boiling, burning pressure began to bloat the inside of her hips, slowly drifting apart, dislocating uncomfortably as the floral child became stuck again.

“C-C’mon! F-Fuck! D-Don’t…!” She pleaded with wet breath, tears adorning the edges of her eyes. A feverish warmth permeated her body.

Her muscles tightened around the contents of her womb.

The vines pulled back mercilessly.

The watermelon descended into her hips, begging to be born.

…

POP!

A sudden wet crack was audible from inside her stomach. Her knees, finding themselves against a hard and resilient surface, suddenly sank into the soft surface of her gut; the enormous plant inside her splitting into pieces.

A splash of sweet, tangy pink fluid emerged from her hole; her stomach began to lose its rounded form, becoming more squishy and malleable.

Where the vines would have dragged out an enormous, hip-shattering body, all they extracted from within the astronaut’s birth canal was a chunk of fresh fruit, ripe for the picking. Its bark was a cerulean blue mottled with purplish streaks, its insides as red as blood, with golden seeds swirling in the liquid that poured from Niko’s slit.

Finding herself without breath for a second, Niko looked up to the ceiling, face as red as the fruit, panting laboriously; as her own tightening muscles began to effortlessly push out uneven chunks of juicy alien fruit down her womanhood. Her abdomen, a moment ago at a bursting point, was losing its shape, becoming saggy and formless, her outie belly button refusing to recede.

As the last piece of extraterrestrial watermelon abandoned its impromptu home, she groaned, as a last squirt of remaining juice erupted from her.

“A-Ah~... S-Shit…”

With almost no strength remaining in her body, Niko laid there, on the ground, knees wobbling weakly as she watched the curvature of her tummy descend. Her breath laden with almost a lurching pride, the commissures of her lips curled up into a sly little smile, her voice reduced to a little string of trembling sound.

“I-I wonder if I can sell it…?”

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