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Fertility Framework View File Fertility Framework Discord: https://discord.gg/ufuffAeBAq The discord has roadmap, development progress, ability to request features, etc. Fertility Framework (Beta Release) Welcome to the Starfield Fertility & Xeno-Incubation Framework. This mod is a complex, background state-machine that tracks your character's biological fertility cycle in real-time. It operates seamlessly in the background, handling everything from standard human pregnancies to deep sci-fi xeno-parasite incubations, complete with dynamic body scaling and custom companion integrations. It currently only works for a female player character. Required Dependencies: SFSE Cassiopeia Papyrus Extender XenoMasters Optional: SFF Body Replacer Installation: Drop the contents into your "..steamapps\common\Starfield\Data" folder or install using Vortex/MO2 Be sure that you have loose files enabled. Put this in your StarfieldCustom.ini if you don't already have it. [Archive] bInvalidateOlderFiles=1 sResourceDataDirsFinal= 1. ⚙️ Core Mechanics & Features The framework actively tracks Universal Time (UT) and seamlessly transitions your character through biological states using highly optimized background scripting. A. The Cycle & Pregnancy Engine Biological Phases: Automatically cycles through Menstruation -> Follicular -> Ovulation -> Luteal phases. Phase Base (No Mutation) Stage 1 (Compatible) Stage 2 (Adapted) Stage 3 (Broodmother) Menstrual 72 hours 72 hours 72 hours 72 hours Follicular 144 hours 120 hours 96 hours 60 hours Ovulation 72 hours 120 hours 168 hours 240 hours Luteal 144 hours 120 hours 96 hours 60 hours Insemination Tracking: Hidden scoreboards track cumulative volume (up to 1000mL) from sleep events and interactions, decaying dynamically over time. Gestation Progression: Successfully transitioning into the Fertilized state triggers a UT timer that progresses through Three Trimesters, culminating in Labor and a postpartum Recovery phase. Dynamic Lactation & Pumping: Triggers during the 2nd Trimester. Milk volume continuously generates (up to 1000mL), shifting your status between Producing, Full, and Engorged. You can now use the craftable Manual Breast Pump consumable to physically reduce your volume, clear the Engorged debuff, and yield usable Breast Milk items. Xeno Pregnancy Tracking: Phase Stage 1 (Compatible) Stage 2 (Adapted) Stage 3 (Broodmother) Fertilized 24 hours 12 hours 3 hours First Trimester 96 hours 72 hours 48 hours Second Trimester 96 hours 72 hours 48 hours Third Trimester 96 hours 72 hours 48 hours Labor 12 hours 12 hours 12 hours Recovery 72 hours 24 hours 24 hours B. The Xeno-Incubation Track Mutation Phases: Tracks repeated xeno-exposure, mutating the womb through Compatible, Adapted, and Broodmother stages. Higher stages drastically increase xeno-fertilization RNG and alter cycle durations. Currently, sleeping with a xeno pet deployed while the player is 'Ovulating' will trigger insemination events (until we can get some animations). After 5 insemination events, that will trigger womb mutation. Live Xeno-Births: Completing a xeno-labor cycle will dynamically spawn a friendly, scaled-down creature matching the specific alien "Father". We have baked in explicit, native support for Terrormorphs, Heatleeches, Ashta, Xenogrubs, and Swarmlings. Pregnancies from these specific species will render dynamic, custom xeno-uterus graphics on your UI status widget. Unrecognized or non-mammalian alien fathers will default to an "Egg" pregnancy on your widget, resulting in the player laying a warm, incubatable Alien Egg. C. Mod Integrations XenoMasters Native Support: Includes a built-in, dynamically injected dialogue patch for the XenoMasters mod. You can approach your active companion pets (or stationed outpost pets) and select the [Mate] dialogue once your character's womb starts to evolve to be compatible with xeno. 2. 🌟 The Visual Morph Architecture No more proxy items or invisible armors. The framework now utilizes a native, "Infinite Resolution" scaling system. By bypassing standard equip limitations and utilizing pure Papyrus math, the Morph Manager seamlessly scales belly and breast sliders by micro-decimals every single in-game hour. Your physical 3D mesh will dynamically and organically inflate/deflate in real-time to match your exact pregnancy progression and milk volume without ever cluttering your inventory. 3. 🗺️ Development Roadmap With the core biological engines, visual morphs, and XenoMasters integration complete, the remaining focus is on player control and expansion: Configuration Holotape: A craftable in-game tool to toggle specific framework features, adjust cycle durations/RNG chances, and view hidden statistics (like Total Xeno Births). SAF Integration: Hooking framework milestones into the Starfield Animation Framework. Expanded Consumables: Additional ingestibles like Forced Ovulation pills and cycle-altering suppressants. 4. 📝 Testing & Feedback While testing this beta build, I am specifically looking for feedback on: Morph Pacing: Does the hourly micro-scaling of the body morphs feel smooth during standard gameplay? XenoMasters Integration: Are the [Mate] dialogue options appearing correctly for pets across different active slots and outposts? General Pacing: Does the Universal Time (UT) math feel balanced for a standard playthrough? Submitter mystic_cat Submitted 04/12/26 Category - Other / Miscellaneous Requirements SFSE Cassiopeia Papyrus Extender XenoMasters SFF Body Replacer (Optional)  

View File Being Female Overview Being Female is a comprehensive female roleplay enhancement mod for Project Zomboid. This mod introduces female biological systems including menstrual cycles, pregnancy, lactation and related gameplay mechanics. It provides an immersive experience for players seeking roleplaying opportunities in the zombie apocalypse. The mod features a complete reproductive system simulation with visual indicators, traits and UI integration. Systems are designed to be balanced and configurable through sandbox options. Features 🩸 Menstrual Cycle System Cycle Tracking: 28-day menstrual cycle with 6 distinct phases: Recovery: Post-pregnancy recovery period Menstruation: Bleeding phase with configurable pain effects Follicular: Hormone building phase Ovulation: Peak fertility window Luteal: Pre-menstrual phase Pregnant: Pregnancy state Fertility Calculations: Dynamic fertility rates based on cycle phase and traits Pain Simulation: Menstrual cramps with trait-based severity modifiers Cycle Visualization: UI indicators showing current phase and fertility status 🤰 Pregnancy System Pregnancy Simulation: Gestation period with progress tracking Fertilization Mechanics: Realistic conception based on fertility rates and timing Labor & Birth: Animated birthing sequence Postpartum Recovery: Recovery period affecting future fertility Pregnancy Indicators: Visual and UI feedback throughout gestation 🥛 Lactation System Milk Production: Dynamic milk generation based on pregnancy and traits Expiration Mechanics: Milk can dry up if not pumped regularly Lactation Traits: Special traits that enhance milk production and duration Visual Feedback: UI showing milk levels and lactation status Fluid Mechanics: Integrated with build 42 fluid mechanics. 🎭 Character Traits The mod adds several female-specific traits that modify gameplay: Fertile: +50% fertility rate Infertile: Complete infertility (cannot get pregnant) Hyper fertile: +100% fertility, faster postpartum recovery Pregnant: You start the game pregnant Dairy Cow: +25% milk production and +25% lactation duration Bad Menstrual Cramps: 2x stronger menstrual pain No Menstrual Cramps: No menstrual pain effects 🎨 User Interface Being Female Panel: Dedicated UI panel Real-time Monitoring: Womb status (sperm levels, cycle phase, fertility and pregnancy) Lactation status (milk amount) Visual Indicators: Dynamic images showing womb and lactation states Animation Support: Visual feedback for sex and birthing animations 🎬 Animation System Intercourse Animations: Contextual animations based on pregnancy status and protection Birthing Sequences: Animated labor sequence Recommended Mods ZomboRut by @Doomtero - Sex framework. Will allow the animations and impregnation on this mod ZomboLust by @BlaBla012345 - Sex Framework - Will allow the animations and impregnation on this mod Optional Mods Moodle Framework - This mod adds custom moodles for pregnancy and lactation engorgement ORIGINAL THREAD IMPORTANT NOTES This mod is compatible with Build 42 ONLY Being Female does not have ANY REQUIRED mod. However this mod REQUIRES some other mod to act as a sex framework (see recommended mods) Liquids of this mod uses the Liquid system of build 42 This means you can mix and match Milk & Semen and also use bottles, bowls, buckets (and more) to express / pump milk or push semen Useful Links GitHub Support Development! If you like this mod, please consider support its development Submitter Zikhad Submitted 04/22/26 Category Other Games Requirements Install Instructions Download Extract contents into ~/Zomboid/mods/Being Female For Translations Download the language mod (e.g ZomboLustBeingFemale-ptbr-1.10.2.zip) Extract contents to ~/Zomboid/mods/Being Female - PTBR Activate both mods to enable translations Visual reference on how your mods folder should look like:  

Looking for some loading screens that feature pregnancy in some way shape or form; preferably one that isn't just flat images, but more like actually modeled ones like the ones added by horny creatures of skyrim.

Labor Animations (Open Animation Replacer) FMR 1.0.1.7z View File I'm uploading this version as a test since I'm having problem with my original upload. Since the original mod author seems to be on hiatus, I decided to to take up the torch and port his amazing work to the newest version of Fertility Mode: Fertility Mode Reloaded. Basically, all my monkey brain did (with the help of Gemini Ai because i don't know how to code or to use OAR), is to to change the original's OR condition on Fertility Mode V3 (which wasn't possible on Reloaded) to a CompareValue check which work just the same. Voilà! It just works!... somehow. Of course, if the original mod author return and want to make a far more competent port, i'll happily take this down. - Enjoy (btw, sorry if my verbs tenses are weird. English isn't my first language). Submitter XxSwagMaster6969xX Submitted 06/17/26 Category Animation Requirements Open Animation Replacer (https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrimspecialedition/mods/92109) Labor Animations OAR 1.3.1 (https://www.loverslab.com/files/file/33822-labor-animations-oar/) Fertility Mode Reloaded (https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrimspecialedition/mods/165569) Special Edition Compatible Yes  

It is with a trembling hand that I now set quill to parchment once more, for the events that followed my return to Whiterun have left me in a state of such profound disarray that I scarcely know where shame ends, and scientific curiosity begins. I write this not for posterity’s sake alone, but because if I do not record the truth of what transpired within these very walls, I fear my mind will fracture entirely beneath the weight of it. I reached my small rented room above the Bannered Mare just as the first pale light of dawn crept over the battlements. My legs gave out the moment I crossed the threshold; the door slammed shut behind me with a sound like a coffin lid. I collapsed upon the straw mattress without even removing my sodden boots, the bloated ache in my abdomen now a constant, throbbing companion. Sleep claimed me instantly—black, dreamless, merciful. When awareness returned, it came not gradually but with violent suddenness. Something moved inside me. Not the ordinary flutter of indigestion or the cramp of overexertion—no. This was deliberate, purposeful motion: a slow, rolling pressure low in my pelvis, as though several small creatures were turning over in unison, testing the confines of their prison. My eyes snapped open. My breath caught. The room was dim, the shutters still closed, yet I could feel sweat already beading along my hairline. I pressed both palms to the swollen curve of my belly. Beneath my fingers, the skin felt impossibly taut, stretched drum-tight over something alive. And then—gods preserve me—the leathery covering I had discovered in the cavern pool began to peel. It did not tear. It simply… separated. Like wet parchment lifting from stone, the strange, fused membrane lifted away from my groin in one continuous sheet. Beneath it lay raw, flushed skin, glistening with a thick, translucent mucous that oozed forth in sluggish ropes. The fluid was warm, faintly sweet-smelling, and carried with it the unmistakable mineral reek of the depths from which I had fled. As the last of the leathery patch sloughed free and fell to the floorboards with a wet slap, a fresh gush followed, soaking my thighs and the bedding beneath me. I should have screamed. I should have bolted from the room, naked and reeking, and thrown myself upon the mercy of the Temple of Kynareth. Instead, I lay there, panting, transfixed by the conflicting storm within my own body. Shock warred with revulsion. Revulsion warred with an obscene, unbidden echo of the previous night’s forced ecstasy. My flesh still remembered—traitorously—the rhythmic stretching, the pulsing arrival after arrival that had drowned terror in pleasure until darkness took me. And now that same body, traitor still, responded to the movement within me not only with fear but with a shameful, liquid heat that pooled low in my belly and made my thighs tremble. I knew. I knew what was coming as surely as any midwife knows the signs of crowning. There would be no stopping it. Whatever the Chaurus had planted in me had quickened, and now it demanded release. I rolled onto my back—slowly, carefully—drawing my knees toward my chest in the ancient posture of birthing. My hands clutched the edges of the mattress as though it might anchor me to Nirn itself. The first contraction was not pain, exactly; it was pressure, immense and inexorable, a deep rolling wave that forced my breath from my lungs in a low, animal groan. Then came the first egg. It emerged slowly, stretching me with a burning fullness that hovered on the razor’s edge between agony and rapture. I felt every inch of its passage: smooth, unyielding, yet strangely pliant—like the finest kid leather inflated just enough to hold its shape. When the widest part finally crested, a sudden slick release carried it free. It landed between my thighs with a soft, wet thump. White—almost luminous in the half-light—slightly translucent, its surface faintly veined with palest blue. It quivered once, twice, then stilled. No larger than a large apple, yet heavier than it ought to have been, as though some dense life pulsed quietly inside. Before I could draw breath, the next followed. And the next....Eight in total. Each one stretched me wider than the last, each one slid free with that same obscene blend of pressure and pleasure, until my body seemed no longer my own but merely a vessel, a conduit for something older and hungrier than mortal flesh. By the eighth, my voice had broken into hoarse, wordless cries; sweat plastered my hair to my face; the sheets beneath me were sodden with mucous and my own unwilling arousal. When the last egg finally slipped free, I collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, thighs shaking. For long minutes, I could do nothing but stare at the clutch arrayed between my legs—eight pale, leathery orbs, glistening, faintly warm to the touch. They did not crack. They did not move. Yet I swear by the Eight and the One that I felt them watching me. I have not yet decided what I shall do with them. I have barred the door. I have drawn the shutters tight. The smell of the cavern still clings to my skin, sweet and mineral and wrong. And somewhere, deep in the quiet places of my mind, a small, treacherous voice whispers that I should keep them warm. May the Divines forgive me.

My journey northward passed with little incident, save for a brief encounter with a hungry wolf. The beast's yellow eyes caught the first light of dawn, but a firm press of my heels into my mare’s flanks and a generous amount of panic spurred us forward, leaving the wolf behind in a disappointed blur of gray fur. I arrived at the entrance of the cavernous domain at midday, heart still beating fast but none the worse for wear. Setting up camp this time, I chose a spot a little deeper in the caverns than my last expedition, yet still far enough to avoid any unwanted guests in the night. The terrain was rocky but workable, with a view of the twisting, crystalline formations that adorned the deeper recesses. My hands, once steady and methodical, worked to unpack my supplies—vials, pouches, mortar, and pestle—all the tools of my trade laid out in a familiar arrangement. Yet even as I prepared my station, I began to notice an unpleasant itch. The lingering effects of a night spent at the tavern, perhaps, had caught up with me, and a discomfort itch bloomed across my groin, persistent and maddening. Suspecting scabies or some other skin irritation, I decided to concoct a remedy on the spot. Nothing out of the ordinary to prepare a remedy at camp, or while traveling. I reached for the ingredients I had packed: glowing mushroom, cave moss for its healing essence, and, of course, what I thought was powdered chaurus egg. My head still felt heavy from my recent indulgence, and I failed to notice the subtle difference in texture and scent as I measured out the fine, gray powder for the egg portion. Then I reached for the vial of suspended ejaculate for the customary pinch to accelerate the effects. I struggle…to wri…… Recalling sometime later to update my notes. I crushed and blended the ingredients with practiced ease, creating a thick, pungent salve. I applied it liberally to the affected area, noting the immediate coolness and then... an unexpected surge of warmth. My pulse quickened, a flush rising over my skin in an overwhelming wave. I struggled to keep writing, but the heat grew more intense, spreading like wildfire. Arousal, powerful and uncontrollable, gripped me as my vision blurred and my thoughts scattered. I felt my strength slipping away, the world around me dissolving into darkness.

After several months of meticulous experimentation in my lab, the confines of stone walls and the pungent aroma of ground herbs began to feel suffocating. Long hours poring over tinctures and thickening pastes had left my mind restless, time for a break - perhaps a night of revelry. I made my way to the local tavern, a familiar haunt where the warmth of a roaring fire and the laughter of fellow townsfolk could chase away any lingering fatigue. It is a dangerous thing to lose track of ones drinks, and perhaps I was too generous with the number of tankards I allowed myself and the company I kept. By the time I made my way home, the world around me swayed like the deck of a ship at sea, and my head spun with a pleasant, if muddled, lightness. I stumbled into my study, intent on preparing for the next expedition north to their domain. The task is best done sober, one might argue, but stubbornness has always been a close companion of mine. With a hazy mind, I began assembling the usual kit of necessities: glowing mushrooms, a few sprigs of luminous cave moss, and, of course, powdered chaurus egg. Or so I thought. My hands worked with muscle memory, scooping and measuring ingredients into small pouches. However, in my inebriated state, I failed to notice the vital mistake I made. Instead of reaching for the familiar, slightly iridescent powder of chaurus egg, my fingers grasped the newer, far more potent gray ejaculate powder—recently dried and finely ground. It was this foolish blunder that, had I been of clearer mind, would have never made. But the error went unnoticed, and I packed the powder away alongside the rest of my carefully chosen supplies. With dawn still a whisper on the horizon, I saddled my patient mare and loaded the saddlebags, making sure to check the secure placement of the glass vials and the waterproof leather pouches. The chill of morning air did little to sober me fully, but the excitement of another foray into the northern caverns set my heart racing. The chaurus awaits, and with any luck, more discoveries lie in store. My blunder, however, remained nestled in the depths of my kit, awaiting the inevitable moment it would reveal itself—an unforeseen consequence of a night spent with ale rather than caution.