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Hitting It Big, Chapter 1
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Summary: Ruth has a massive pregnancy fetish, to the point that she fantasizes daily about becoming a mindless breeding cow, getting increasingly more pregnant and giving birth to endlessly more babies. Given her career choice as the local college’s librarian, she (just barely) manages to keep it as just a fantasy, mainly due to her financial situation. However, when she inexplicably wins hundreds of millions in the lottery, she decides to finally make her fantasy a reality. Idea submitted by Zork27.
This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.
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Ruth rested her elbow on her desk and her face against her knuckles, gazing forward into the mostly-empty lobby of the library. Not for the first time, she zoned out.
As a librarian at the local University, her job was low-paying, but at least it was dull enough that she could spend a good deal of her time there immersed in fantasies that were, admittedly, taking up more time than anything else in her life.
A stupid smile slowly spread across Ruth’s face.
Her obsession was both secret and strange in nature. Some would even think it bizarre. But she wasn’t hurting anyone. She found significant pleasure just through the thoughts circulating privately in her brain.
Ruth had a pregnancy fetish. She loved everything about the condition. The curve of the belly, the bloating of the breasts, the widening of the hips, the suppleness of the body. It was a true testament of fertility and sexuality. Ruth would imagine herself round with child. Growing bigger and bigger. Expanding to extremes, until she was the roundest thing anyone had ever seen. Just hugely swollen, packed with a damn litter of offspring. She envisioned herself a mindless, breeding cow, getting more and more pregnant, practically bursting with babies. Her abdomen straining. So swollen and ripe. Giving birth relentlessly, her body is ceaseless factory—
“Miss?”
Ruth jolted out of her reverie. She was practically drooling. She blinked several times, trying to gather her bearings. She looked up at the puzzled customer standing in front of her. “Oh. Hello.” Ruth forced a smile.
The customer's dubious expression melted away as he slowly smiled back. Twenty-five, and pretty, Ruth had that effect on people. “I’m looking for this book.” He held out a sheet of paper with some scribblings on it.
Ruth stood. “Right this way.”
She proceeded with a tedious work day of filing, organizing, and helping customers find books. Her job was peaceful, but unfulfilling. Soon enough it was 5 in the evening and Ruth was riding the bus, on the way back to her small, impersonal apartment. She got off at her stop, and walked the two blocks to her building, pausing only to pick up her mail. She opened the letters one by one. Most of it was junk.
As Ruth unlocked her door, her next-door neighbor exited his apartment. He was tall and muscular with dirty blonde hair and a scruffy jaw. He smiled at seeing Ruth, his eyes trailing up and down her lithe body. “Hey Ruth,” he intoned.
“Hi Chad,” she responded, biting her bottom lip as she tried to contain the potent waves of desire suddenly pulsing through her nether regions.
But Ruth hurried into her apartment, closing the door securely behind her. She leaned against it, breathing heavily. Whenever she saw Chad, she could only think of how manly and how fertile he looked. What she wouldn’t give to have him on top of her, filling her to the brim with his baby-juice.
Ruth shook her head, breathing deeply. It was a bad idea. Just a fantasy. She could hardly afford her own survival, let alone an infant.
And so the fantasy remained where it belonged. Locked away in her head. Ruth sighed as she opened the last letter she had received, quickly scanning it with her eyes.
You’ve won!
$500,000,000 jackpot!
This message is not junk!
Ruth threw it in the trash. How dumb.
It was true that she played the lottery occasionally, but only for fun. It was all just a part of the fantasy of her life being so much more absurd, so much more fulfilling.
Her cellphone started ringing, an unidentified number displayed across the screen. Ruth couldn’t be bothered to answer it. She went to her freezer and removed a frozen meal, tearing it out of the box then stuffing it into the microwave. A mediocre life deserved a mediocre dinner.
As she sat down in front of her TV slurping on her mushy pasta, the same number started calling for a third time in a row. With a sigh, Ruth pulled her phone out of her pocket and answered, putting the call on speakerphone. “Hello?”
“Hi, is this Ruth Reede?” inquired a rich, masculine voice. He sounded like one of those old-time radio hosts. Ruth suspected a scam.
“Who’s calling?” she responded dryly.
“Congratulations!” he cried. “You’ve just won the $500,000,000 jackpot!”
Ruth hung up. How did they get my number? she wondered irritably as she returned her attention to the TV. Just out of curiosity, she opened that day’s lottery drawings. It seemed to be the evening’s overall theme. With a sigh, Ruth leaned back, still munching on her unpalatable processed meal.
“And today’s Mass-Millions drawings are as follows: 87 45 25 63 aaand 12. If your ticket matches these numbers, you have 72 hours to claim your winnings!”
Wait a minute… Ruth dropped her fork, her brows creasing in puzzlement. The line of numbers looked very familiar, but…it couldn’t be. Could it?
Putting her meal down on the coffee table, she got up and went into her kitchen where she rummaged through her receipt drawer, quickly examining slips of paper. She crumpled up several, tossing them aside as she continued to search. Soon she found a small piece of paper shoved into the corner of the drawer, upon which was an assortment of numbers. Staring at it for a moment, Ruth hurried back into her living room. She sat back down on the couch, looking rapidly from the paper to the TV screen, her hands shaking. She checked again and again, looking at each number one by one.
87, okay.
45.
Right.
25. “Heh.” That was funny. It was so coincidental. What a funny, weird coincidence. She coughed a little.
63. Eerie. Admittedly, she was starting to freak out. This had to be a mistake it just had to be—
12.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, the paper slipping from her fingers. Holy shit just — what the fuck?
Feeling jittery, she picked up her phone, answering what had to be the fifth call that evening from the unfamiliar number. “Hi,” she choked.
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By morning, Ruth was a multimillionaire.
That was all there was to it. She had gone from being a librarian who could barely pay her bills, to being ludicrously wealthy in the span of several hours.
It was surreal. She had been up all night, just staring at her phone, reloading her bank balance again and again, certain that this is all just some mixup. Some crazy dream.
Ruth abruptly sat up. So this was her life now. She was rich, and it was time for her to take full advantage of her convenient new status.
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Ruth went to work.
Everything suddenly felt really bizarre. She couldn’t stop smiling. Her colleagues stared at her as though she was crazy.
“Everything okay, Ruth?” inquired Mrs. McMillan, an elderly librarian.
“Everything’s great,” Ruth responded. She was seeing the campus in a whole new light. Her focus zeroed in on the many attractive college guys scattered around the venue.
It was time to make her fantasy a reality.
Ruth locked in on a target — a dark-haired guy in a football jacket. She followed him deep into the rows of shelves in the back of the library, where there wasn’t nearly as much lighting. The guy startled slightly when he turned around to spot her standing behind him.
“Hi,” he said, a little breathless, his eyes darting around. But at seeing Ruth’s intent look, he relaxed a little. A grin spread over his face.
“Hey…” said Ruth coyly. She intertwined her fingers behind her back as she stepped yet closer. “What are you reading?”
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The next day, Ruth was dressed in only a bra and panties as she studied her reflection in her bedroom mirror. She cupped her abdomen with her hands, wondering if it could have worked. Could she have actually gotten herself pregnant?
“Hey,” said a deep voice behind her.
Ruth turned around to see the guy from the library pushing himself into an upright position on the bed. His hair was tousled and he appeared quite satisfied, his muscled torso looking divine in the twilight.
Ruth turned away from him again, finding more interest in her reflection. “Maybe I should take a test,” she murmured herself.
“A test?” said the college guy whose name she just could not recall. “Wait, are you in my math class?”
“No, it’s probably way too early,” Ruth continued, ignoring him. “I think it takes at least a few days to detect pregnancy.”
At hearing the word “pregnancy,” the guy blanched, clutching his chest as though he was having a heart attack. Through the mirror, Ruth could see him scrambling on the bed, hurrying to get up as he gathered his clothes in his hands. “Gotta go,” he choked out.
Ruth lightly stroked her lower stomach. Indeed, only time would tell if she had conceived. In the meantime, she supposed she could fortify her efforts.
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It was the weekend, so Ruth decided to hit the club. She had no hardship pulling. She decided to make an outing of it, and quickly scouted for some potential targets. Her type was tall and dumb. And rugged!
Within a half-hour, she found herself in a dingy bathroom stall tangled up with some guy she remembered vaguely from a statistics course she had taken in the past. She’d been a senior, he’d been a freshman. That would make him around twenty-one now. It definitely suited her purposes.
After several minutes of fumbling and begging, begging him to fuck and fill her, Ruth stumbled out of the bathroom, her legs quavering. She ducked through the crowd and towards the exit, not bothering to look back as she held her stomach and wondered if it hadn’t gotten just a tiny bit bloated since earlier.
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Ruth was inspired! She wanted to keep going. The more times she tried, the more likely it would be for her to succeed.
She went about making a list. She could think of many men who had expressed interest in her in just the past several months. She could remember the guys who would look her up and down, taking special inventory of her body. She could tell which ones wanted her. Ruth had no reservations about being forward. She wanted this and she wanted it now.
So she started sending text messages. She invited guys over, each arranged for a different night on her calendar. She was going to be relentless. She was going to make it a sure thing. If she wasn’t pregnant by the end of the week, then she had bigger problems than just getting laid.
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By the end of the week, not only did Ruth test positive on three different brands of pregnancy tests, but she had developed a small bump on her abdomen. She was showing!
It was astonishing. It was amazing! Ruth spent countless hours standing in her bedroom mirror, admiring her form at every angle, stroking and cupping the firm curve.
She put on the tightest of her work clothes, wanting to show off her little belly. She even ate a huge breakfast, trying to push it out even more. She wanted to look pregnant. She wanted people to know. By her estimate, she could pass to someone who was five months along! But Ruth still wanted to be certain she looked it. So when she went to work that day, she strolled around the lobby under the guise of looking for something. She called out questions, making sure to bring attention to herself. She wanted all her coworkers to see her latest changes, and maybe even recognize it for what it was.
“Good morning there Ruth — oh my,” said Barbara with a confused smile. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Ruth was absolutely ravenous for validation. “Let me help you with that,” said Barbara, hurriedly crouching down to the bottom of a shelf to grab up the book Ruth had been reaching for.
“Thanks.” Ruth beamed at her as she accepted the book. Her free hand rested gently against the brand-new swell. Her baby bump. Still, Ruth could hardly believe that she finally had one of her own! She was pregnant!
“Of course,” said Barbara, her eyes glued to the indicative placement of Ruth’s hand on her stomach. Barbara was another librarian, around the same age that Ruth was. “I didn’t even know you were expecting!” she said in a hushed, excited whisper.
“Yeah, I was kind of keeping it to myself. But now that I’m showing, I guess there’s no more hiding it.” Ruth giggled airily.
“Oh, that’s so great, I’m so happy for you,” Barbara praised, but then she sobered a little. “Well, let me know if you need help with anything. I know it’s tough in these economic times.” As they both got the same wages, Barbara knew that Ruth couldn’t afford a baby on a librarian’s salary.
“Thanks,” responded Ruth, not bothering to mention that she had arbitrarily become a multimillionaire. “I don’t look bad, do I?” She turned to her side, just digging for praise.
“Oh no, you’re glowing!!”
Ruth laughed and continued to chatter about her condition, even pulling Mrs. McMillan and some other librarians into the discussion. She got a surge of pleasure with every acknowledgment of her pregnancy. And to think, this was only the beginning.
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