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I woke quickly, feeling like something was wrong. A quick examination of my surroundings proved that correct. My arms were tied behind me, my legs together underneath. I was bound to some sort of tree, wearing jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, surrounded by torches. Everything between my legs ached, and as I shifted my weight, I could feel something inside me, as well as a feeling like something was between my crotch and panties.

I began feeling warm, my head still cloudy from having been asleep. I couldn't remember anything, for the most part. Flashes of yelling, my clothes being pulled off, legs held open, and feeling something going inside me. Being tied up, then left here. I started trying to squirm out of my bindings, feeling the rough bark against my back. I seemed to be in the only clearing for some distance in the middle of the night, so I didn't bother trying to scream.

The heat continued to build, feeling ever warmer in my midriff. I looked down, and gasped as I realized that my belly had swollen out slightly. As I continued to watch, my shirt slowly began to shift bit by bit, as my midsection continued to swell out gradually, but not so subtly I couldn't visibly see it grow.

Just as I was wondering what was happening to me, I felt movement. A small kick. A shift in weight. Something was inside me, something growing... Oh god... I was pregnant. I whimpered, as my womb continued to swell with life, the heat continuing to intensify as the creature gestated.

It didn't seem to want to stop moving as I became full with child. I could tell it wasn't human, I kept feeling a tail press against my uterus, and the shape of it felt all wrong. I noticed that there seemed to be more than one, too many shifts under the surface of my skin to be just one child, even with a tail.

The waistband of my jeans began to bite into my skin as I felt my bellybutton pop out, making me gasp with how sensitive my midriff had become. The heat began spreading, my whole body tinging, every inch of me becoming sensitive to every small touch. I began to pant, wishing I hadn't worn long sleeves, as the cloth of my shirt at last rode up the fertile swell of my pregnant womb.