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Warning: forced pregnancy, alien pregnancy, belly fetish, pregnancy fetish.

From the moment she woke up Frankie could tell something was wrong. She was getting sick currently, in her bathroom. She assumed it was food poisoning. Frankie placed a hand on her flat stomach and sighed.

“No vore or pregnancy until whatever this is goes away,” she mumbled.

Frankie continued to do mundane things for the next week. She still felt sick and refused to go to the doctor. She asked her AI, PAVM, if anything was wrong but the AI said everything was normal.

Two Months Later

He belly had protruded a bit. Frankie just assumed it was bloating from whatever was causing her sickness. She had a hard time putting on her jeans but other than that she was fine. Her vomiting subsided and now she wanted to eat most of the time.

That's another reason she assumed her belly distended like it did. She had been eating more than normal and getting very little exercise.

Every now and then she'd stand in front of the mirror and run her hand over it.

Another Two Months Later

Frankie began to worry. Her stomach was getting larger. The AI said she was perfectly healthy but Frankie was starting to doubt her computer. She looked like she swallowed a melon whole. Some of her shirts didn't fit anymore and her pants were impossible to pull on. She could only wear sweat pants or her loose fitting pajama bottoms.

It was a calm day. Frankie was sitting in her living room eating a tub of ice cream and watching tv. Her belly was slightly peaking through her shirt but she didn't pay any mind to it. She patted her tummy and ate another spoonful of ice cream. After she finished the tub she set it on the coffee table and leaned back, her belly clearly seen.

Frankie looked about four, maybe five months pregnant. She enjoyed the feeling of pregnancy (being pregnant with a Pokémon was her favorite). But right now she was worried. She didn't have anything inserted into her womb. But since there was nothing she could do at the moment Frankie opted to live with her condition. The only thing Frankie could think of is “I’m not pregnant,”.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by a small thud. Her eyes widened and she stared at her girth in fear. Then there was another small thud, then another. She lifted her shirt up and exposed her melon sized belly only to see small bumps. There was something inside her, and it was alive!

Fear enveloped her thoughts and she ran down to her basement and activated her computer.

“Good day, Ms. Naul. What would you like today?” asked the AI. Frankie practically threw herself back into her chair, her hand resting on her belly as the soft kicks continued.

“Ultrasound!” her voice croked, “Give me an ultrasound! Now!” A small machine extended from the computer and it pressed against Frankie’s active womb. She looked fearfully as the thing in her womb continued to move. She looked at the computer screen and a fuzzy picture of the creature resting her womb appeared. It looked like a chest burster from Alien! She had an alien in her stomach!

“Oh my god…” she whispered. “I-I never authorized this! Remove this thing from me! Now!” The computer screen went blank and the ultrasound machine removed itself from Frankie’s belly. By now the chest burster had stopped moving, much to her relief. “I gave you an order!”

“I cannot do that, Ms. Naul,” replied the computer.

“And why not?!”

“Because I put the alien embryo inside of you.”

“When did you do this?!” Frankie asked angry and scared. She lifted herself from the chair and placed a hand on her back to help with the weight.

“When you were sleeping. You enjoy the feeling of pregnancy, and the movement of the baby. I only did what I was programmed for; to bring you pleasure.”

Frankie’s face went red. Whether it was from anger or embarrassment she couldn't tell. Frankie pulled her shirt back down over her belly and pointed at the computer. “I can't believe you would do this! How long do you expect me to stay like this?!” She gestured to her massive size.

“The alien life form inside your womb won't grow anymore after its peak, in five to six months. Then you will remain to look nine months pregnant and will be free to remove it whenever you wish,” explained the psychotic AI. Franke got chills from the way the computer said “alien life form inside you womb”.

“So you expect me to just carry this thing for six more months?! I didn't want this! I mean,” she paused and added, “I did, but I didn't want it to grow inside me! I wanted it to be nine months when it is inserted into me!”

“I will not remove it from you. It is my programming to bring you pleasure.”

Three Months Later

Frankie was eight months pregnant with the alien but looked no more than seven. She begrudgingly agreed to carry the alien inside her womb until its peak. She had to wait another three months, taking her to eleven months of carrying the creature inside her.

If Frankie said she hated this then she would be lying. After the initial shock and fear, she quickly adopted her new figure with pleasure. The alien, which she named Miracle (no matter the “gender”), was active only when startled. The kicks grew stronger in the past few months, her belly stretching out whenever it moved.

Her clothes didn't fit anymore, so Frankie ordered some offline. She would often rub her belly before bed as to sooth the creature growing inside. She often did find herself fearful of the “infant”, especially when it moved violently. Frankie was afraid it would burst out of her stomach. But the AI always reassured her that it wouldn't.

Oh, how that AI annoyed Frankie. She was forced to carry an alien in her womb all because of the programming.

One Month Later

Nine months. She was nine months pregnant and couldn't wait for the alien to be gone. For the last few months she enjoyed it. The large belly hanging off her figure which she constantly caressed, and not to mention the movement from within. But now her ankles her hurt all the time, her cravings were getting a bit too abnormal, and her back ached constantly. If she knew actual pregnancy was this hard she never would have done this.

But here she was, sitting on her bed, a stethoscope in her ears with the part to hear heartbeats on her massive belly. She was listening to her little “Miracle” move within her, although she could see it clearly.

Frankie had grown to looking nine months pregnant, although she still had two more months to go.

Growing tired of listening to the alien in her belly, Frankie lifted herself off her bed. She pulled the stethoscope from her ears and threw them Ono the bed before waddling down to her basement. She was greater by the AI.

“Good morning, Ms. Naul,” it said to her. Frankie gave it a tired nod in recognition. “I have something I would like to show you.”

“Okay…” Frankie said, sitting down in her chair and stroking her girth. “What is it?”

The cabinet next to the computer opened. The computer shut down to Frankie’s surprise. A young woman, looking about Frankie’s age, stepped out of the cabinet. She had tan skin and glowing blue eyes. Her hair was a wiry silver, and she wore a white dress. But she was barefoot.

If Frankie could stand in shock she would. The alien sensed she stopped rubbing her belly and thudded against her paused hand in protest. But Frankie continued to stare in shock.

“Hello, Ms. Naul,” came the voice of Frankie’s AI from the woman. She looked like a living, breathing human.

“Frankie,” she said in response to the AI, “call me Frankie.”

The AI strode over to the heavily pregnant woman, and towered over her. “What shall I be called?”

“Pam” Frankie smiled, having setting eyes on the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, “let’s call you Pam.” Pam nodded and knelt down in front Frankie, staring at her belly.

“I created this body to keep you company, and assist you as you near the end of your pregnancy.” Frankie’s heart thudded against her chest and gently went back to rubbing her belly. She giggled as her Miracle began to kick and move, and it was obviously seen since her belly was exposed. She sported a baggy t-shirt had lifted up to listen to the Miracle, but she forget to pull it back down.

Frankie noticed Pam staring at her belly in amazement, and what seemed like desire. “Do you want to feel it? The alien, I mean.” Before Pam could respond Frankie had taken the AI’s hand and placed it on the squirming girth. Pam smiled, and she rubbed her hand across Frankie’s belly.

Pam began to contemplate everything about herself. She had never had such emotions. Feeling this life- alien life- moving… it felt right. And she couldn't understand why. Was it her programming? No. Her programming was to bring pleasure to Frankie, no herself. Yet, she found herself in love with this feeling.

“The alien… it’s… moving,” noted Pam, hand still being held to Frankie’s belly. Frankie overlapped Pam’s hand with both of her own.

“Yeah,” she smiled down at her belly, “my little Miracle.” It just occurred to Frankie that she had never called the alien by the name she had given it, only referring to it as “the alien”.

Two Months Later

She had reached eleven months. The alien never grew any bigger, and only moved when Frankie’s heartbeat got faster. Which was a lot when she was with Pam.

The first month with Pam, Frankie found herself in love with the AI. After explaining the feeling to her, Pam said she felt the same, although she was sure what it meant. Frankie showed her, with a kiss.

Recently, Frankie’s cravings got a bit weird. But Pam was patient with her, helping however she could. Although, the women’s favorite pass time was just feeling Miracle move, or just rubbing Frankie’s belly.

Right now, Frankie was sitting on her bed rubbing her belly while Pam braided Frankie’s hair. She sat in her AI lover’s lap, enjoying the feeling of Pam’s hands in her hair.