[Pregnancy, Harsh Language, Farts, Filth, Reality Change]

Rose Lalonde had been through a lot. Honestly, she wished she hadn't been at this point, but she had gotten out of it unscathed and with a devoted lover as a result, so it wasn't all bad. Even if she had to witness the rebirth of a universe. Twice over. It could've been worse, one supposed.

But now that her life was nice and quaint and happy, she didn't have to worry about much. And though she had to suffer in public by buying most of the supplies that she and her dear wife, Kanaya, needed on a day to day basis... That was the least that she could do to repay her for what she had done.

"Excuse me, miss?"

Unfortunately for Rose, things were about to take a rather drastic turn, as she noticed a rather short looking white-haired boy looking up at her with a smile. The boy was barely tall enough to reach her hips, and yet something seemed strangely mature about him. Probably because he wore an impeccable suit adorned with a pin that depicted a hand gripping a globe. Strange, hadn't she seen that symbol somewhere before?

"Yes? What can I help you with?" She asked, kneeling down a bit so that they were at the same level. Far be it for her to disrespect somebody just because they weren't gifted with a tall and stunning body like hers. Honestly she had been lucky in that regard, and Kanaya made sure she knew it with how the two made love to one another every single night.

The boy smiled as he pulled out a card. "You dropped this, Bitch:" He said, the callous use of such strong language hitting the girl like a train. Not only that, but there was something about it that didn't seem completely absurd. It almost made sense for her to be called a bitch...

"T-Thank you?" Rose raised an eyebrow as she took the card, and almost dropped it as soon as she saw what was written on it. She couldn't believe her eyes, that couldn't be right. There was no way that it could be, she was certain she hadn't signed up for something as stupid as this...

'PREGBITCH ROSE, PROPERTY OF ATLAS CORP' Was what the card said, and instead of a mugshot like you'd expect on any kind of license or ID, instead it featured a picture of her rotund tummy, complete with the Light of her former Godtier emblazoned on top of it, as well as 'PREGBITCH' rather rudely scribbled in the middle of that symbol.

"Don't mention it. I can't just let one of my Pregbitches go around without her ID. I'd have a hell of a job trying to find you if you lost it." The boy said, grinning widely. "Can't believe you forgot yours when you got knocked up. Seriously, I know you bitches have babies for brains, but I can't knock you up with smarts. The least you could do is remember to keep that shit on you at all times.

Rose was kind of ignoring what the boy was saying, because she was too busy reeling from her body rapidly catching up with what the boy was implying. Her delicate shirt with a rather stylistic gothic skull burst open to reveal two massive pair of tits complete with nice rings pierced through her nipples to allow for easy grip, as well as that pictured belly bouncing forth. The rest of her outfit quickly vanished as a Pregbitch like her wasn't allowed to wear anything, only really show herself off because she hadn't paid for clothes that could make her stand out more.

Just breathing was enough to make both her tits bounce like they were essentially two huge bouncy balls, and even her belly started to bounce, a groan leaving the Pregbitch's mouth as she felt something squirming around inside there. And it definitely weren't her kids, they were busy kicking away at the inside of her womb and making so many bumps appear on the outside of her bulging tummy. From looking like she was completely ordinary just moments ago, to looking like she had been carrying a baker's dozen worth of kids past their due date in a matter of moments...

Then again, wasn't she always pregnant? Pregbitches like her had a duty to be pregnant at all times, which was why she had been personally bred by the boy in front of her. As far as she had been educated, it was impossible for a Pregbitch not to be pregnant, because Daddy Atlas' sperm cells would stick around inside her ovaries and not only force her to produce more eggs, but impregnate them so hard that every egg would give birth to triplets...

No, none of that made sense. As much as her brain told her that it made sense, that couldn't make sense. Rose knew that. And yet at the same time, she accepted it.

"Now." The boy, the very head of Atlas Corp itself, Atlas Grimwald, grinned a bit as he tucked down his pants as casually as one possibly could before revealing a rather sizable yet at the same time still small cock. "Climb on in. It's time to get you checked out, Pregbitch. We can't just have you running around without confirming what kind of Pregbitch you are. Policy's changed too much to allow it."

Rose stared down at the sizable shota schlong, before just shaking her head. As much as she'd like to protest, what could she possibly say? Daddy Atlas wanted her to climb in, and so she'd climb in.

It didn't take much to squeeze into such a small space. Even though she had expected it to be harder. All it took was pushing her face up against the tiny cock, and she almost immediately started to get tugged straight into those nuts. Not only that, but she didn't even bulge out the thing. It was like she shrunk as she was being pulled inside. She didn't even get stuck thanks to her hugely gravid abdomen, she just got sucked all the way in until there was nothing left of her.

Atlas grinned as he gently cupped his balls once he felt the Pregbitch sinking all the way in, stretching a bit before making his way down the street. He had a lot of things that he needed to do today, and this would be one of the last things on his agenda. Surely a Pregbitch like her could wait a few hours before she'd get checked.

Of course, he knew that she wouldn't be able to endure it. But it made the end result that much more fun to behold.

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"Bottoms up, Pregbitch! It's time for your checkup!"

It had been a good half day since the Pregbitch was sucked into her owner's balls, and he was damned tired of lugging her around. So he stroked his little cock a bit, and then pointed it straight at one of the walls of the rundown looking clinic that he had ended up in.

Seconds later, his urethra spread until it allowed a thick looking bitch to be shot straight out, while leaving the boy without any side effect. It didn't matter that he just fired a pregnant bitch straight from his cock and the fact that she had been forcing his cockhole to spread to allow her to fire out. It felt just like had been pissing normally.

Especially as that very same stream of piss poured straight onto her while she was stuck in the wall, the cracks surrounding her body only serving to emphasize how fucking useless she was outside of carrying those things inside her tummy. As all Pregbitches were, really, but something about the way that she slotted so neatly into the wall while cracking it at the same time was in a class of its own.

The extra sugary glaze that she got from her Daddy's sweetened piss helped her out a little however. Instead of being sticky like normal piss, it was nice and slippery and almost like a bit of lube, allowing her to pull herself out of the wall, though not without her brain very nearly pushing itself out of her skull. The baby-shaped pink bean was teeny and tiny and really easy to remove, but it got pissed right back into her empty skull thanks to quick thinking by her Daddy.

"Where... Where am I?" Pregbitch muttered, a haze having covered up her mind. And to make matters worse, she looked about three times as pregnant as she did when she was sucked into that hole. What had happened? Why couldn't she remember anything? And where was she, exactly?

Atlas smiled and smacked his Pregbitch on the tummy, sending a shock through her entire body and causing another one of her eggs to immediately get impregnated, another few kicks making their mark on the outside of her belly. "You're in the Pregbitch Clinic, Pregbitch! This is the low-funded trashheap I use to keep you Pregbitches in check. Wouldn't have you thinking you're anything but a useless Pregbitch, and especially not a girl.

Pregbitch nodded a bit. Wait, was her name Pregbitch..? It felt like it wasn't, but at the same time she hadn't been called anything else in years. Decades even. Oh well. Better just follow orders.

As they entered a separate rundown room where the blinds were so punctured that light was spilling in through the holes, Pregbitch noticed another Pregbitch behind a desk, one that looked eerily familiar. Probably because she had the number 8 written on her robotic belly, and looked like she was straight out of some kind of formerly futuristic sitcom.

"Vris...ka?" Pregbitch asked, tilting her head slightly. Yeah, she did look like that bitch who obsessed over the number 8. Didn't she get together with that other bitch who was just as bad as she was?

"Name not recognized. Please use Robo8itch." The robotic contraption that resembled Vriska chimed in such a cheery tone that it sounded almost sickening coming from somebody that looked like a former bitch. "Daddy detected. What command do you wish to run?" So did the way that she described her Daddy. But Daddy was Daddy, so it was okay.

"Run the Pregbitch Sampling Check, Robo8itch. And make it snappy, I want her out on the street before the hour's up." Atlas said, grinning as he stepped over to the desk... And kicked it over, because it wasn't really a desk, it was just a crummy prop that made the room look fancier than it really was.

Robo8itch nodded as the 8 on her robotic tummy started to turn not unlike an hourglass on an old computer. She even started steaming, though one couldn't really call the licorice-scented gas that left her old metallic cheeks steam. More like candy farts. Just like any real Pregbitch would make when she thought too hard.

"Check #1. Pregbitch, mark your territory." She said, in a voice that seemed to mimic Daddy's. It wasn't anywhere close to identical, but it sounded juuust similar enough that something started to switch on inside Pregbitch's mind, as if she had been given an important lifechanging command that she had to follow unless she'd end up perishing and dying before her time...

Instead of peeing like one might expect, Pregbitch squatted down as a sugary slop started to pour out of her rear hole. And not long after that, several elongated and rather equine-shaped toys started to plop out of that very same hole. This was how a Pregbitch marked her territory. They didn't piss, they shat out candy-like goop and the many toys that they'd later slurp up when they were hungry, because that was how they made sure they had been in that spot. Of course, no two Pregbitches could tell their own territory apart from somebody's else, which usually meant that there'd be piles of candy-flavored dildoes and goop covering the streets whenever they were out and about.

"Check #2. Pregbitch, you're useless. But if there's anything more useless than you, it's women. Isn't that right?"

"That's right. I can't believe I ever loved a woman." Pregbitch immediately replied, her casual sexism being at odds with her sexuality. But a Pregbitch didn't understand sexism, nor did they understand what it meant to have a preference. They just knew that Women were even less useful than them, and that they were there to get fucked and get impregnated. That was how she had gotten this pregnant, after all. She had been used so much while she was lounging around inside Daddy's balls...

Robo8itch seemed satisfied with this response. "Check #3. Bend over, Pregbitch." She commanded, as her arm suddenly started to extend as wildly as it could, reaching straight towards the Pregbitch's fertile and extremely sloppy cunt.

Pregbitch didn't really react as she felt that hand sinking into her folds, bending over and letting her body rest as she balanced herself on her belly. Honestly, that thing had ended up so big that it seemed almost impossible that something wouldn't be inside there. But even then, she had to obey the commands that she had been given. Otherwise she'd be a defective Pregbitch. And that just wasn't right.

"Error." Robo8itch said, her head spinning as her asscheeks parted and released strawberry flavored error gas. "No babies detected. Emptybitch registered." And as she came to that conclusion, her head popped off, the useless robotic Pregbitch collapsing onto her back as her head casually landed in the hands of her Daddy.

Atlas would be using this portable onahole later, but for now he had more pressing concerns. "An Emptybitch, eh? And here I thought my seed had fixed you up real nice and good. What a shame to leave this womb going unused..." He mused, patting the bending Emptybitch's belly as he quietly stuffed the headless Robo8itch's head down his shaft like he had stuffed her down just a few hours prior.

Emptybitch didn't really understand initially, but her mind caught up with her new designation. An Emptybitch was a Pregbitch who experienced the wildest case of Phantom Pregnancy. Essentially, she wasn't able to give birth to any future Pregbitches. But if somebody stuffed something into her, she could convert that into one of her children, and then give birth to it that way. It made her a lot higher maintenance than a regular Pregbitch though, which was why she usually just ended up Empty.

"Say, you mentioned you had an inferior lover, didn't you?" Atlas said, patting the Emptybitch. "I think I know what you'll be good for. Converting idiotic women like her into something more useful. And I don't mean useless Pregbitches either." He said, tapping her tummy a bit. "What's her number?"

Emptybitch recanted a number that seemed a bit too strange to her. Or rather, like the useless thing she was, she farted out minty clouds of gas that formed a phone number when they were put together, a number that Daddy quickly dialed once she finished.

It didn't take long before she saw a genuine useless woman popping into the Pregbitch Clinic, and to say that she was stunned would be an understatement. After all, she had come face to face with a pregnant and completely twisted version of her dearest lover, and a boy who could only be described as so smug that he practically had his own gravitational pull.

"What Is The Meaning Of This? What Did You Do To Emptybitch?" Kanaya asked, her mind skipping a beat as she said Emptybitch's name. Why did it feel wrong? It didn't seem wrong, she had always been in love with Emptybitch. Sure, she couldn't give her anything to really concieve with because she didn't have a cock or anything to stuff her full with because anything a woman like her touched would be incompatible, but that didn't mean she didn't love her.

"PrisonBitch!" Atlas cried out, pointing towards the grey-skinned alien woman that had once been the Emptybitch's wife. "Catch and Release. If you do a good job, I'll give you a good time later!" He commanded, causing the extremely pregnant Emptybitch to tremble....

And release a thick smoke-like cloud of gas in the direction of her former wife. It was thick and suffocating, but it smelled and tasted just like berries. Its taste and its texture ultimately wasn't too important however, because it was all just a smokescreen to allow her to get close.

The 'PrisonBitch' had leapt into the air with inhumane agility, and slammed herself right down on that horned humanoid, letting her sink into her folds and get pulled into her womb. She could feel her struggling for what felt like a few seconds before it all died down.

She trembled and moaned. It felt good to slurp somebody up into her womb prison. The very same womb prison that could easily be identified because her belly's Light symbol now had a crude set of bars painted across it, complete with 'PrisonBitch' sketched onto every single one of those bars. That was her duty. To serve as a prison for those that were more useless than her.

The process of converting her wife was easy enough, especially as her cunt let out a loud licorice queef. And moments later, a baker's dozen worth of shortstack bitches popped right out of that hole. The first of many conversions she'd do, especially since converting a useless woman would result in many batches like these.

Standing in a perfect like were little girls with tits that were even bigger than their heads, and an eternally smug grin on their faces. They weren't girls though. They were Bratbitches. The next tier of Bitch above Pregbitches. Granted, they were still kind of useless, but at least they were good for something.

Especially as they crowded around their Daddy, each of the Bratbitches giggling. They didn't remember anything about being a useless woman like Kanaya. All they remembered was their lust for cocks, and Daddy sure had a tasty one.

PrisonBitch was happy to have given birth to the first batch of converted Bitches. and Daddy was happy to completely ignore what he had promised her, so that he could be worshipped by his newest acquisition. That was how he treated any of his Pregbitches, and any of his Bitches in general...

This was her life from now on. To loudly give birth to Bitches that had once been useless women. And she couldn't be happier, a sweet queef leaving her lower lips from sheer delight.