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Subject: TG ARCHIVES: "Pregnancy"
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Pregnancy
author unknown
*****
Alan had gone off to work with an "uneasiness" he
couldn't describe. He had indulged his desire to spend
hours dressed in pretty feminine maternity wear for
almost forty years and through most of his married life
his wife knew of his interest, though all his
"advances" to have her "participate" fell on
disinterested ears.
The prior day he had spent a full day "dressed",
and it seemed as always, his wife, Susan, was "down"
after these "extended" sessions. Alan often feared it
was because Susan felt "neglected" or maybe a little
"jealous" of the "friend" that was something "special"
to him. So, again Alan was worried that he had spent
too much time or had done something "wrong".
Allen sensed something was different as he left
the house. He spent most of the day wondering and
worrying about what the evening would bring. Was he
going to have to promise to give up his time with this
"special girl"? Could he keep that promise if he made
it? Did he want to? Something was going to change, He
didn't know what.
It had been a particularly hot July day, coupled
with the "worrying" Alan had been feeling "hot and
sticky" and much in need of the refreshment a cool
shower would give. When Alan arrived home, he detected
his wife's attitude had improved, he hinted that after
he took a shower they might want to "lay and watch TV
for awhile", which usually translated into sexual fun
and games. Getting out of his clothes, Alan headed for
the shower. Indeed it was a refreshing shower. The
cascading streams of cool water washing the cares of
the day from his body as well as his mind.
Soaping and rubbing his flesh brought a restored
vigor to his spirit and he was ready for a romp on the
sheets.
After drying off, he reached into his underwear
drawer only to find it empty. It was unusual to have
an empty underwear drawer so he called to his wife,
asking where he could find clean clothing.
"I'll be right there", Susan called back.
In Susan walked carrying a pile of pink colored
cottony garments. Momentarily he was dumbfounded, then
he realized what Susan was holding but he said nothing,
waiting for her to speak.
"Alan I have decided", Susan started "if you want
to experience wearing female underpants you are going
to have to start where every little girl starts, which
is wearing these pretty pink diapers that I've made.
You'll also wear this pair of rubber pants just in case
you have any "accidents"." "Of coarse if you have any
"accidents" you will have to wait longer before you
"graduate" to "big girl" panties".
"You will be well trained in controlling yourself
before you get that opportunity", Susan finished.
With mild protest he started to question, "do I have to
wear these all the ..." Susan interrupted, "you will
wear them all the time, unless we are going away as a
family. I will keep enough washed that you will have
one clean diaper each day, if you run out you will have
to wear the wet one until I wash them again. Changing
wet diapers will be your responsibility and you will
rinse them and leave them in the bucket I've placed in
the bathroom".
Susan went on, "if you are good and don't wet your
diaper you will get to "nurse" for an hour each evening
but if you wet your diaper you will be put to bed with
a bottle of formula, if you wet your clean diaper you
will wear it all the next day."
"Until you are "trained" you will not wear any
other feminine garment. You will have to learn all the
aspect of being a girl before you can experience
"motherhood" again. Handing him a razor and shaving
cream Susan continued, "you will shave all the hair off
your body, little girls don't have hair, "anywhere".
Alan started to speak, "even down..." yet somehow
he knew not to continue his protest. In a way this was
a dream come true but he was also experiencing a "loss
of control" that was disturbing. As he eyed that pink
pile in her hands, Alan knew he wanted to feel those
soft garments covering his behind.
He promised to follow her rules.
Snugly diapered, Alan came to the dinner table and
no more was said about his situation. Things went very
good for several weeks, until he had his first
"accident". Alan had been torn between wanting to have
an "accident" and wanting to get out of these diapers
into real panties. Somehow Alan knew he was tempting
fate when he had several large drinks with his lunch.
Alan always had a strong bladder so he didn't figure
he'd have any problem making it until he got home.
He did get a little worried when he was asked to finish
a document he was preparing, it was already past four.
By 6:30 he had it finished and started home.
Alan hadn't planned for a delay in traffic.
He had been stopped for almost an hour when the
need to find a "potty" began to come on strong.
The vibrating engine aggravated his need and he hoped
traffic would start to move soon. Alan nervously
shifted his legs and strained to keep them held tightly
together, in a desperate attempt to restrain the need
to empty his swollen bladder.
He felt like a little kid doing the "I don't have
to go to the bathroom dance". As much as he told
himself he didn't have to go the more he knew the
inevitable was going to happen if he didn't get under
way immediately.
It was only a trickle at first and he was able to
stop it. He figured he could hide this "little
accident", hoping it would not affect his "graduation".
Another "trickle" began to escape and he tried hard to
stop it but it soon turned into a steady stream. Alan
felt a warmness cover his entire bottom as the wetness
permeated the pretty pink cloth he was wearing. He
hoped the rubber pants would keep his secret. Alan
checked as he exited his car and his outer pants were
dry. Thank goodness!
His "guilt" must have been showing.
"Your not dry, are you?", Susan quizzed as Alan
went right to the bathroom. "And I was beginning to
think you were ready for your big girl panties. Well,
you'll just have to wait." "Now change and get ready
for supper."
Alan never suspected what was to come as his ice
tea glass was refilled several times during supper. At
bedtime he dutifully took his bottle as he slumbered
off to sleep. The events of the day came back to him
in his dreams. Alan had gone to bed fearful of wetting
his new dry diaper, knowing what the punishment would
be. His dreams were filled with a series of events
that brought him to the brink of having wet pants.
At one point he was in a "Three Stooges" scene and
was being chased by a mad scientist wielding a seltzer
bottle who was trying to squirt it down his pants.
Then he was chained to a wall by a band of mad nurses
who were using squeeze bottles to soak the diaper that
they had placed on him. The last scene Alan remember
was standing at a stove, heating water for some
purpose. For some reason he plunged his hand into it
to test its warmth, with that he felt his bladder
relieve itself. The warm fluid coated his genitals and
then fully encircled his diapered bottom. Alan hoped
he was only dreaming. When Alan awoke, his worst dream
was true. He was soaked. A lumpy coldness permeated
the diaper. He left his bed with a feeling that a
weight had been tied around his bottom. The wet
heaviness was more than he had expected. He no longer
felt he wanted to wear this soaked diaper all day.
Alan was going to test the opportunity to change when a
voice in the darkness said, "maybe after wearing that
all day you won't want to have a wet diaper again."
He made no further arguments and got dressed for
work. Each move during the day was a constant reminder
of his "condition". Fear that he would be discovered
flooded his mind. He was beginning to see that this
was not as much fun as he had imagined. Alan was very
self- conscious about his movements and tried to limit
his needs to go about the office, calling folks that he
would normally "walk over and see".
The day drug on slowly, by noon he was feeling a
noticeable "itch" and rawness that became more
uncomfortable by the minute. He knew he was getting a
case of "diaper rash" that would only worsen the longer
he remained in these wet pants but the fear of discover
and unsure how to dispose of the evidence made him
continue his plight.
By days end his thighs were warmed from the itch,
his balls and shrinking penis were on fire. Even his
butt cheeks felt the scratchy itch of the spreading
rash.
Alan did not want this to happen again.
Alan's spouse greeted him at the door so she could
make sure he had stayed diapered all day. When Susan
patted his front with a "good boy" gesture he winced
from the pain of the added pressure. His wife
immediately understood his condition.
"What'sa matter, baby got diaper rash"?
"Let me take care of that for you".
Susan told him to go to the bathroom and remove
his wet garments and then come to the bedroom. In the
bedroom Susan had him lie on the bed, his red raw
bottom exposed to the rooms cool air conditioning.
The fire from the rash and the coolness of the air
brought life to his shriveled member. It quickly grew
to it's full seven inches, engorging hard with blood as
it blossomed. With a damp cloth his wife soothed as
she wiped clean his irritated bottom. Then Susan
spread baby lotion over most of the infected area.
His throbbing member Susan reserved for her warm
lips. Slowly she bathed his rigid pole with balm like
saliva.
The moisture cooling in the air, only added to the
intensity of his hardness. He knew if this
pleasure/pain ritual continued he would erupt like a
long dormant volcano. Alan's wife sensed his readiness
to orgasm and ceased her oral manipulation of his
manhood. "It's time to put that were it does the most
good", Susan told him as she spread her legs.
Gingerly he applied his prickled penis to the lips of
her sex. Her honey pot wrapped its moist lips around
his burning flesh and soothed his flesh as he entered
her to the hilt. His mind was still racing with the
thoughts of the day. He had been so scared that he was
in for some unusual punishment but her he was being
"rewarded" with the most enjoyable sex he could recall
for some time. Alan was also preparing himself for the
letdown of having to put on the diapers again, he was
so hoping to graduate into "big girls" panties.
As he erupted with climatic frenzy he lapsed into
euphoric calmness. He was almost asleep. He was
brought around by his wife calling him and saying,
"your new things are in the bathroom. You should be
able to put them on yourself".
Things had really turned out better than he had
hoped. Not only had he enjoyed great sex, he was going
to get "graduation" panties. Anxious with excitement
he rushed into the bathroom. His elation quickly
evaporated as he picked up the things that had be set
aside for him. He examined the rather plain cotton
panties. They seemed to be extra think, he didn't know
why. The cotton bra was also void of any fancy lace or
design that would make it look more feminine. The tank
top camisole was more like a boys t-shirt, to say he
was disappointed would have been an understatement.
Knowing not to object, Alan put on the garments and
stepped into the bedroom. "Well, what do you think?",
his wife asked.
"I guess I was hoping for more sexy, feminine
things", he almost inaudibly whined. "Come now, you
just got out of diapers. Don't you know you need to go
through some time with "training panties" so we can be
sure your not going to have any more "accidents".
Handing him a pinafore smock like dress Susan
continued, "you'll wear this or something like it all
the time your around the house. For the time being you
will be able to wear your male clothes to work but
gradually you will get more feminine or gender neutral
attire. Around here you will be 'Alice' and you will
call me "mommy" until you "grow-up" then you will be
able to call me "sis".
Alan's wife left him to finish dressing.
His new cotton garments were a strange sensation.
Jockey shorts had always been cotton but the bulkyness
of these were different. He also noticed that the cut
of the legs came more squarely across his thighs and
there was no opening in them for when there was a need
to go to the bathroom. He knew without asking that he
would have to pull them down and sit to pee. His
"training" was working. Alan, now Alice, wearing a
dress that barely covered his pantied rear and wearing
socks that rolled at the knees left what had been the
safe world of his bedroom and ventured to the dinner
table. Alan/Alice was quick to notice the coldness of
the wooden furniture on the bare flesh of his legs that
would normally be covered with slacks of some kind.
The experience was something he had never thought about
has a guy but would have to get use to as a "girl".
"Alice, I bought you these today. You're very own
patent leather shoes. They should go real nice with
that dress."
Alan/Alice was surprised how easily the shoes went
on his feet. Their openness and boxy design coupled
with their EEE width added to their fit. Bending to
fasten the straps he felt a breeze caress his thighs
and knew his panties had been exposed by the elevation
of his smocked dress. "No, dear, you mustn't bend like
that to fasten shoes. You must stoop "ladylike" and
not expose yourself to the world."
"Now undo them, and try again", Susan ordered.
Alan/Alice lowered himself without letting his
dress ride up and fastened the buckles on each shoe.
Alice looked to "mom" for approval before rising.
Alice liked her new shoes. Alice stood to admire her
new footwear and was enjoying the vision of the bobby
socks and glossy leather when he was taken by the site
that it did indeed appear his pantied bottom indeed
reflected in the shine of those shoes. Alice knew
however, she would never get the opportunity to flaunt
such "indecent" behavior. Alice pranced around the
house all evening in his new role, even from time to
time walking with a little "skip" step like a "girl"
his age might do.
At bedtime his wife produced a pair of "Dr.
Dentin's" complete with feet and a "trap door" seat.
"These are "little girl" pajamas and you will wear
them until I am sure you are "grown" enough to have
"baby dolls" or something more erotic."
Alan put on his new garment and climbed into bed.
Today had brought enormous changes to his life.
He was still unsure of the lengths his wife was going
to go but he knew if he ever wanted to wear his
beautiful maternity clothes again he had to do what
ever he was told. "Being a "little girl" wasn't so
bad"' Alan thought, "as a matter of fact maybe it would
be fun." The "little girl" lifestyle continued for
about a month. Each morning "Alice" would neatly fold
her PJ's and place them in his dresser. He would then
retrieve a clean set of underclothes and take his
shower. Each day as he stepped into those cottony
garments he longed for the time when they would be
replaced by silk and lace.
And so the days went on.
After a particularly hard day at work, Alan was
thinking less about how he would "transform" once he
got home and more about how he would come up with the
next promotional campaign to sell their dying products.
As a matter of fact, the change process was taking
so long that Alan was tiring of the sport. He was
beginning to believe his wife was only going to carry
this so far and then "punish" him by not allowing him
to ever bring out the pregnant girl he say in himself.
Alan considered calling the whole thing off.
Promising to rid his closet of all "Alice's" clothing
and returning to the days when he "secretly" made his
transformation on his many travels out of town.
However, he knew more than ever that was a promise he
would not keep. Alice's things were so pretty and had
cost so much. He needed to put them on again. Alan,
as would "Alice", would just have to be patient.
Alan dutifully went direct to the shower passing and
noting the cotton underwear laid out for him on the
bed. He had hoped and dreamed that they would change
but there they were in their "plain" white cotton
purity. Alan, having washed the cares and weight of
the day from his tired body was ready for his
transformation into the girl he was trying so hard to
become. Even the cotton panties would now be welcome
as his skin felt alive and fresh from the pounding of
the steamy water on his hard flesh. The erotic
thoughts he had been exercising in his mind while
showering had his loins boiling. The thought of those
cotton panties caressing his manly flesh had brought
him close to climaxing. He could only fear the
punishment he would receive if he "came" in his clean
white panties. As he retrieved the panties and began
to step into them he was interrupted by his wife.
"Wait, you will need this," his wife ordered him to
stop dressing. Susan was holding what seemed to be
some sort of white belt. Alan could not even guess it
purpose. "What is that?", Alan inquired hesitantly.
"It's to hold your sanitary napkin in place", his
wife instructed. "Sanitary napkin?", Alan question,
not understanding. "If you are to get pregnant", his
wife continued, "you have to have "periods". I have
decided that yours have started now and you will wear
these pads for four consecutive days." Continuing her
explanation about what he was to do Susan added, "even
though they won't actually have a period but I bet that
dripping cock of yours will provide enough spunk to
soil them regularly, you must change them three times a
day."
Further instructing, Susan challenged, "since you
don't carry a purse you will soon understand the
embarrassment many woman go through when they have to
try and conceal such necessary items, not wanting to
draw attention to their plight by carrying a purse to
the ladies room. I wonder how ingenious you will be".
Alan pulled the belt up around his middle. He then
attached the pad to the rear stay and reached under his
hardening cock, pulling the pad forward, he attached it
in the front. He forced is stiffened member to lay
along the pad and hoisted his panties up his long
nervous legs.
Alan's training was progressing well.
All these feminine things had Alan thinking very
female, often errantly wondering into the ladies room
by mistake.
Along with tiring in the quest Alan was beginning
to fear the changes he was experiencing. He began to
worry that his actions might get him into trouble that
he would be unable to offer any believable excuse. His
ladies room escapades had already become the whispers
of the office, split evenly between being "over
worked", "gay" or "perverted".
Alan was examining the calendar when he realized
he was coming up on his ninth "period". He realized
how instinctively he had "checked" the days to see if
it was "that time of the month". Somehow he sensed the
significance of the nine months of "periods". He began
to believe that it was his wife's way of showing him
what the nine months of "expecting" would hold. He was
sure that when this period was over he would be told
that he was "pregnant".
He would be a nervous wreck before the end of the
next three days. His suspicions where reinforced when
his wife told him the morning of the third day, "I'm
sorry your having such a difficult time this month,
your "period" will last five days. Oh, well! Sometime
that happens." He had done this for nine months, Alan
was sure he could continue for two more days. The day
his "period" ended Alan planned the most direct trip
home from work. His thoughts filled with erotic
wonder. He was ready for his "impregnation". He
welcomed the opportunity to once again dress in his
lovely maternity clothing. He waited to feel those
wonderful feminine garments that had been packed away
for such a long time.
Before he left the office he changed his "pad" one
last time. Alan did not want his pending "pregnancy"
to be delayed because he failed to "take proper care"
of himself. Alan's sexual thoughts were producing a
steady seepage from his throbbing manhood. He could
not exercise any measure of control to lessen its
eruptions. He would just have to deal with any
consequences when he arrive home.
There was no discussion about Alan's "condition",
either upon his arrival or during small talk during
dinner. Alan knew not to bring up the subject.
During the next days, Alan began to believe he was
going to have to "experience" the days after one had a
"period" and the days they could get pregnant.
Once again Alan attempted to predict when his wife
would "introduce" his pregnancy. With a small dot he
marked the calendar, noting a three day period
beginning ten days after the end of his last "period".
His "fertile" period as he understood female biology.
Alan wondered if his wife would put him through
some sort of "impregnation" ritual. Susan did have a
variety of large didoes and he could imagine them being
used on him. though he dreaded them because of their
size he thrilled in being violated by such a weapon and
ending up "in the family way". The prime time came and
went and Alan found nothing new in his wife's behavior.
Clean lingerie was always available. "Alice" was
enjoying the increased femininity of the styles and
material. The occasions of wearing male oriented under
clothing were now limited. Only when he would have to
change clothes in "public" circumstances, like his
periodic visits to the health club would Alan revert to
his male attire.
"Alice's" "periods" continued. Each month Alan
hoped it would not come. Alan was "Alice" more and
more. His dress became more androgynous. Alan's
fitness had reduced his weight and honed his shape into
a very attractive person that one could surmise a
slight shift would make "her" more male or "him" more
female. His presentation was confusing to most who met
him. Strangers did not know whether to address him as
he or she.
Alan knew he was still Alan. He understood his
male self and enjoyed it. He also understood "Alice"
much better than he had almost two years ago when his
wife gave him this ultimatum. For the first time in
his life he felt a "control" that he had not previously
experienced. He could be "Alice" as often as he liked.
His wife had even been helpful in establishing her
existence but he knew Alan. Alan controlled "Alice".
He had thought for sometime that his wife
controlled "Alice". He realized that he wanted "Alice"
to be but did not want to give up Alan's masculinity.
He had the best of both worlds and his wife in her own
way had helped him to see the possibilities.
Alan realized the way he would get pregnant was to
have a date. He knew it would be one that his wife
arranged and he wasn't sure exactly how it would turn
out but he knew it was the next step in his
progression. For Alan the "periods" continued. Each
month with disheartened acceptance he found "pads" in
Alice's dresser drawer. Again he added a fresh supply
to his briefcase and longed for "next month". Alan was
having a particularly bad day. He had begun to
understand what men were referring to when they would
remark "she must have the rag on, she's so bitchy".
And though "Alice's" period had ended about a week ago
the days events were making Alan increasingly "bitchy".
Alan's phone had rung well beyond the three rings
within which he was expected to answer. He yelled at
it, "I'm coming", as if it understood his request for
patience. Yet the phone continued to ring.
Alan dropped the stack of papers he was trying to
sort and swore as they scattered to the floor. Alan
coarsely shouted "hello" into the phone.
He was stopped in his tracks when he heard his
wife's voice say "dear, you must get home as soon as
possible, Alice has a DATE for this evening." Her
emphasis on DATE had Alan's heart racing as it usually
did when these unexpected overtures of advancement
presented themselves to him. Alan had been having an
increasingly difficult time walking by Chrissy's
Maternity Boutique and wishing he had many of the
lovely outfits that were displayed in the window.
A particular lavender dress had caught his eye. The
dress with lace collar and high waist were two features
that Alan knew would show off his femininity as well as
his "pregnancy". Alan quickly put his days work aside,
sketched out his next days schedule and hurried to his
car. A world of anticipation ran through Alan's head
as he crawled his way through the rush hour traffic.
His anxiety made the volume of traffic seem
significantly worst though it was probably the normal
days flow. The only feminine garment that Alice had on
today were the silky blue lace unmentionables that his
wife had given him just this past weekend. They really
were sexy and far more "mature" than what he had wore
in the previous weeks.
Excitement had started his throbbing manhood to
give up an amount of pre seminal fluid that was damping
those lovely panties causing Alan to fear this
"accident" might thwart the opportunity his wife had
planned. Today was not to be a "disappointment" for
Alice. As a matter of fact Alan's wife seemed pleased
at the amount of stimulation Alan was showing in his
panties. With a pumping "milking" action Susan brought
on the full release of his seed that showed as white
foam on the blue sea of his panties. "Before we go on
your "date", I'm going to milk you completely dry of
any maleness within you. You will fill my pussy and be
prepared to receive an equal amount later", Susan
warned. Susan then led him to the bedroom and pushed
him onto their bed. Alan's wife removed her shorts and
revealed her freshly shaved pussy. Susan lowered her
naked sex onto his pulsing rod, seizing his tool with
all the strength in her pubic muscles.
Susan was riding his piston with furry that a oil
rigger uses when driving that last few feet, knowing
they will soon strike black gold.
With each rebound Susan was coaxing the fluid from
his loins. His wife's passion had him on the verge of
explosion, yet for some reason his balls did not want
to give up their precious load. Alan's body was saying
"erupt", but his mind had not released the mental
blocks that kept the eruption in check.
Alan's rod was being rubbed raw from the friction
of his wife's cunt. He was experiencing a strange
sense of pleasure and pain, neither of which he wanted
to cease. Orgasmic waves rushed over the gyrating body
of his wife. The quick jerks triggered the same
response in Alan and he felt streams of hot cum shoot
upward into his wife's warm hole. The intensity of the
orgasm was so great that Alan envisioned his cock being
a large white fountain spewing streams of warm fluid
into the air, then cascading back, forming pools of
white foam. They locked in orgasmic ecstacy. Their
loins welded together in the final throws of passion.
Then with exhaustive release they ceased all motion.
Alan's wife left the bed. Upon her return Susan
was carrying Alice's clothes for the evening. The
attached sales tags told Alan that this was a whole new
wardrobe. One that would be a fitting number to have
someone want to get Alice "in the family way".
The black panties were as sensuous as he hoped.
The lace scratched his cock as it struggled to confine
his growing penis.
"I thought I took care of that", his wife scolded
and struck his throbbing manhood smartly on the head.
Her swift blow seemed to instantly deflate his menacing
member. The delicate lace on the bra matched the
panties. This was more than Alan ever thought possible
as he put his arms through the bra straps. He secured
the padded cups over his flat bust but admired how the
padding gave him a modest figure.
His wife chided him when he began to retrieve the
bust inserts that had long been stored in Alice's
dresser. "Alice will have to "grow" into those cups.
Believe me as her "pregnancy" advances so will her
bust. For now you will have to be satisfied with a
"budding" figure", Susan ended. Alan, now dressed in
bra and panties felt Alice coming alive. Through all
his "training" he had longed for this moment. There
were times he thought his wife would never let him wear
these "grown-up" girl fashions again. Alan felt an
increase thumping in his chest as his heart raced in
response to the simulation these garments were
producing. He was "Dressing" again and even had a
"date". Alice sat on the edge of the bed so "she"
could easily veil "her" lovely legs into the black
seamed pantyhose that were next on the pile.
Alice found stepping into the straight navy skirt
an easy task. She was a little disappointed that the
length wasn't a little more "provocative", which
translates to "shorter", but did find it's simplicity,
and the way it hugged the curves of her bottom, rather
alluring.
The frilly white blouse with stand up collar was
almost and "innocent" schoolgirl type of blouse. The
black bra was eye-catching as it showed itself through
the blouses thin material. Alice loved it.
Patent leather pumps with slight two-inch heels
completed the outfit. Alice was ready for her date.
Like two girlfriends leaving for a date they
headed for the door. Alice was thankful for the lower
heeled shoes. She preferred the three plus inch heels
but understood that for this "first time out" she would
feel less awkward in this mid-size heel. Nervousness
added wobble to her legs as they approached the door.
Alice fought hard to subdue back the panic, as she
realized that in an instant the door would open and
they would be outside.
Alice, fully dressed would be introduced to the
world. Beads of perspiration were forming on the top
of her brow. Tremors could be felt the full length of
her arms.
Alice knew if they didn't get through the door
soon her knees would begin to knock. The last thought
that struck Alice before opening the door was that her
imprisoned member, so fully drained had not even
stirred through all this excitement. She was going to
be ok. Alice stepped out into the night air. The cool
spring breezes caressed her nylon clad thighs. The
teasing wind poked sparks of life into the manhood
concealed under those layers of feminine finery. Alice
stopped in her tracks, fearing continued motion would
bring on a spontaneous explosion that would soil her
pretty panties and worse yet bring on his wife's wrath
and possibly cancel the evenings exploits. "What's the
matter, getting cold feet", his wife inquired? "Cold
something else", Alice joked, trying to hide her
predicament. "I guess you understand what we woman go
through when you men insist we wear such short skirts",
Susan answered.
"The car will be warmer, once you get over the
feel of how cold the vinyl seats will be", Susan
continued. Alice went to the passenger side not
knowing their destination. She stood at the door and
waited for instructions.
"Get in, I'll drive", came his wife's command.
They quickly left the neighborhood and Alice was
glad. Alan felt pretty confident that he "passed" as a
woman but a small twinge of doubt still existed. He
wanted to be long gone from the neighborhood if he was
"discovered". Soon the city lights were behind them.
The road was dark to their advance. Alice could see
the flickering of a dimly lit house in the distance.
Trees and rolling hills sporadically hid the growing
structure but with each advancing mile the building
became brighter and more defined. They were less than
a mile away when Alice could see the main house. It
was truly a mansion by any standards. It's straight
white columns brought on thoughts of "Tara". "What a
dream house to be going to on your "first date"", Alice
thought. As they entered the driveway Alice's heart
had increased its pace. The ride had been calming but
now the anxiety was beginning to build once more.
When the vehicle stopped at the canopied entrance,
Alice froze in the seat. "Would she be able to
nonchalantly exit the car when the doorman beckoned",
Alice questioned in her mind?
Alan waited for his wife's lead.
Both doors opened simultaneously by young tuxedo
wearing attendants who greeted them with "good evening,
"ladies"".
Alice detected no exposure in their greeting. The
men seemed to recognize them as companions, arriving
for "the party".
They received warm greetings at the door by an
attractive woman in what appeared to be her
mid-thirties and noticeably pregnant.
Alan lingered in the hug that was bestowed upon
him by this gorgeous creature. The bulging belly
against his sensuous attire was almost too much to
handle. He wished he could hold her long enough to
take on that bulge by some magical assimilation.
Guests arriving behind him made him break the
embrace and they continued through the doorway into a
large receiving area where about twenty other couples
were already assembled. Alan's wife selected two drinks
from the tray being offered by a scantly clad waitress.
Alice put the drink to her lips and winced from the
strength of the drink. After a few more small sips
Alice decided to leave the glass on the fireplace
mantel.
When Alan's wife noticed he didn't have a drink
she quickly secured him another. This one was more
tolerable. Its pleasant sweet taste was even
enjoyable. This was more to Alice's liking. As the
pair socialized, Alice became suspicious that others at
the party were also spouses that enjoyed being dressed
as the opposite gender. Though it was difficult to
detect which might not be the gender displayed, Alice
was sure all was not as it seemed.
Nothing to odd had occurred until they were
introduced to a "man" named Jacque. Alice felt certain
that Jacque was really Jackie but accepted the
introduction and addressed Jacque as "sir". "Jacque"
took Alice by the arm and led her out to the rear
garden. The magnolia blossoms were bursting with color
and fragrance. Roses of many varieties grew in
blankets of pastel colors throughout the garden. With
his hand about her waist Jacque steered Alice through
the paths of the garden until they came to a small
building in the far corner of the garden.
Alice now assumed "Jacque" was her date for this
evening but never thought his wife would carry the
fantasy this far.
Jacque entered the building first and tugged
Alice's wrist, beckoning her to follow. The building
appeared to house two rooms. The one they entered was
almost a formal sitting room with high back chairs,
antique end tables and a plush oriental rug covered the
center of the hardwood flooring. To the rear of this
room through a slightly open door could be seen a
rather sterile looking white room. Alice thought the
only piece of furniture that could be seen look like
some sort of stainless steel table. Maybe it was a
sort of a summer kitchen she thought.
Jacque invited her to be seated. Dutifully Alice
took a seat near the fireplace and warmed to its gentle
glow. With one hand back on Alice's waist, Jacque
offered Alice a small glass filled with wine. "it's a
very nice sherry", Jacque insisted, not allowing Alice
to refuse. Alice put the glass to her lips and the
fluid warmed her throat and continued the path of
warmth down her chest.
The wine didn't taste bad but Alice never thought
of herself as a "drinker". Controlling the urge to say
no to the wine, Alice decided that she could drink this
one glass. It wasn't long after finishing the wine
that Alice felt light headed. This was only her second
drink this evening and it shouldn't have been affecting
her so much but she felt she had to recline and ask
Jacque to help her to the sofa.
Jacque guided her head to the pillowed arm rest
and just before her eyes closed Alice thought she saw
several others enter the room.
Alice was unsure of the length of time she had
been passed out. She was becoming more conscious but
her eyes were still unable to focus on anyone or thing
in the room. As the figures came into clearer view
Alice noticed that she no longer had her lovely clothes
on that she had worn to the party. She appeared to be
wearing a sort of long white gown, very similar to a
hospital gown she thought. At first she assumed that
she had gotten ill and they had to remove her clothing.
Panic seized her. Had they discovered "her" secret?
As her senses returned she was greeted with a
different kind of pain. Sharp abdominal pains made her
wrap both arms about her waist and gasp for air as the
pain took her breath away. When she recovered she
notice the room had filled with a number of the guests
from the party and Alan's wife was standing at the head
of them. Susan was first to speak. "Well, Alice, you
are about to experience the closest thing to pregnancy
a man will ever be able to do. The doctors I contacted
said it was too risky to actually plant an embryo in
your belly though it could have been done, so what we
have done is inserted a "bladder" between you abdominal
muscles that will be filled with a liquid solution on a
daily basis to simulate the weight gain of pregnancy.
Since you would gain about thirty-five pounds over the
nine months I will only be adding about two ounces of
liquid a day. That way it will take you a while to
"show" and your abdomen should be able to gradually
stretch with the expanding bladder. Who knows you may
even get "stretch marks".
This had really gotten out of hand in Alice's
mind.
"What about my job", Alice asked?
His wife replied, "I've arranged for you to take a
year of "parental leave", I had no problem convincing
your boss that you were a little timid to ask for it."
"Here is another "gift" ", Susan added while
handing Alice a small package. Alice quickly open the
package. Immediately Alice knew the device was a
breast pump. "What am I suppose to do with this",
Alice questioned? His wife responded, "the doctors have
advised against you taking any hormones if I still
wanted to get any "use" out of you during your
pregnancy but they thought if your breast were
"stimulated" enough they could start producing a small
amount of milk."
Alice sure was getting more than had been
bargained.
Had she really wanted this? She wasn't being
given a chance to turn back. Alice raised her gown to
see what had been done. Her stomach was still flat
like before but there was small tube protruding from
her belly button.
Alice wife continued her explanation, "the tube
will be used to add the fluid to the bladder. It will
be covered to give you an "outee" belly button much
earlier in your "pregnancy" than others but it probably
won't show through your clothing until you start to get
"bigger". Don't think you are going to get to wear
maternity clothing right away. "First time" mothers
usually do want to run right out and get their first
maternity outfit once they know they are pregnant, you
will also wait until you are "officially" told you are
pregnant, for tonight consider you've been "screwed" ".
Alice returned to the couch and sat back down.
The events of the evening were becoming overwhelming.
Had this really happened to her? Was this some bad
dream?
Alice lay back on the couch and slept.
The next time Alice regained consciousness they
she was in the car presumably on their way home.
"That had been one wild party," alice murmured to
herself as they continued down the road. She found
herself dressed in the clothes she had worn to the
party and couldn't remember much more about what had
occurred during the night.
Alice did notice a numbness in the lower abdomen,
brushing her hand across the sensation she felt a
strange hardness but not additional sense to her touch.
She allowed her hand to travel to the center of her
stomach where she felt a hard "button".
To the air she questioned, "is it true"?
Alan's wife responded, "yes".
Susan continued, "you are now fitted with a
bladder that will be filled at the rate of a normal
pregnancy. There are some other surprises that you will
notice as time goes by. When we get home I will
introduce you to our friends as my cousin Alice who has
come to stay with me since Alan has taken a job in
Saudi Arabia for a year." "Everything has been taken
care of for you to live this next year as a pregnant
woman. Also, yours will not be a "normal" pregnancy
you will get as big as the doctor feels safe and forced
to "carry" for at least a year. By the time you
"deliver" you might never want to be "pregnant" again.
Alan began to realize he was not going to be able to
change out of the clothing he was wearing. He felt the
silkiness of the nylon covering his legs and wondered
if it was going to feel the same knowing he "had" to
wear them.
Were panties going to have the same allure?
Would a bra feel as good?
Did he really want to go through with this?
Did he have a choice?
During the next week each morning Alice would be
handed the pump to start the massage of her breasts. An
IV type assembly was being used to start the fluid into
the bladder planted in Alice's belly. Later it would
be necessary to use a pump but for now gravity feed
would work fine. Not enough fluid had been added to
create any outward visual changes but Alice was
beginning to feel the pressure from the fluid build up.
It was the beginning of a "bloated" feeling. The
pressure on her stomach was also creating a feeling of
nausea. Her introduction to "morning sickness".
By the end of the first week, Alice had "gained" about
a pound and her tummy was beginning to feel "hard".
Alice even thought she could feel a slight "swell".
Alice's breasts had also began to "tingle" from
the constant stimulation. Alice had not notice any
increase in size but sensitivity was sure up.
It was almost the end of the second week when
Susan handed Alice a nicely wrapped present.
"Carefully read the instructions", Susan advised Alice
as she exited the room. The package was too small and
weighed too much to be some article of clothing. Alice
could not identify the contents of the package. Like a
kid at christmas she torn the wrappings from the box.
E.P.T. were the letters across the box. Alice
understood what they meant but could not figure how
this kit could be of any use to her. She opened the
box and begin to read the instructions. The test did
not seem difficult to perform.
"How could she get anything but a "negative"", she
wondered. The instructions suggested more accurate
results if the test was done upon rising, she placed
the package on the her nightstand, planning to use it
the following morning. While showering Alice noticed
how strange it was to have a swelling belly yet also
observe the "manhood" that was jutting out between her
legs. It was hard to reconcile these images on the
same body. Alice tried to imagine the day she would
look down and because of her swollen belly, not see
what hung below. Alice examined the hardness of her
swelling belly as she prepared to perform the test
Susan had given her. Alice was unsure what it would
prove but knew it was part of the process and
understood she would have to have a positive test
before she was allowed to get her first maternity
outfit. Not expecting it to work she captured some of
her urine and looked for the strips to perform the
test. Alice was about to call Susan when she caught
the note attached to Susan's vanity mirror. The note
just said, "good luck" and had one of the test strips
attached.
Alice took the cup containing the urine and slowly
submersed the test strip. Alice knew her belly was
swelling but somehow she needed this test to say
"positive". Alice knew if it didn't Susan would say,
"well, you must just be taking on water, that time of
the month you know, better luck next month". Three
quarters of the strip was submerged in the urine.
Alice watched it closely. Nothing was happening. Alice
wanted bells to go off, chimes to ring, an announcer to
blast "YOUR PREGNANT" but there was just the quiet cup
of urine with a small paper strip submerged.
Seconds turned into minutes. The minutes were
uncountable. Alice noticed the first signs of a mark
appearing about the center of the strip. A reddish
line spread horizontally across the test indicator. A
negative sign would mean "no pregnancy".
Alice's hopes began to fail. Disappointment had
been hers throughout this whole ordeal. This would
just be another step in her dream.
Alice was preparing to discard the test solution
when she noticed that the line had turned a darker,
almost purplish color. Alice's breasts began to tingle
as she noticed a vertical line begin to form and the
overall color of the indication grew darker. then it
was staring at her. The strip clearly had formed a
plus sign. A plus sign meant the a pregnancy had been
detected.
Alice held her hardening belly and gently allowed
her hands to follow the swelling curves. She did not
understand how it was possible but the test said she
was pregnant. Her belly would even swell large. She
wanted that. Clutching her belly she envisioned when
it would be larger than her hands could cover. She was
thrilled. Naked she ran from the bathroom calling to
Susan, "I'm PREGNANT!! I'm PREGNANT!" Susan was
preparing breakfast and as Alice caught the smell of
the grease fumes a wave of nausea over took her. There
she was overjoyed trying to tell Susan how happy she
was and about to spill her guts. How could she be so
happy and feel so bad at the same time she wondered.
Alice sat at the table, trying to calm down enough to
settle her stomach. Susan came to her and simply said,
"I know", while offering some crackers to eat.
"How can the test show positive?", Alice inquired.
Susan responded, "I thought you might enjoy
getting a "positive" pregnancy test so I had the strip
treated so that when you performed the test it would be
to your liking. Seems you got the response I thought
you would. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"We'll do some shopping today if you're up to it",
Susan offered. "Of coarse I'm up to it", Alice
assured.
"We haven't given you your fill up for today and
I've planned a few extra ounces so you'll have an even
more bloated feeling. You'll probably be a little more
uncomfortable for a while." Alice lay nude on the bed
waiting for Susan to administer the days ration of
fluid. Alice closed her eyes as she applied the breast
pump to her small titties. The pump was doing
something to force the little nipples to enlarge. Even
the area around their base was beginning to take on a
swollen look. Maybe her breasts were growing.
Alice found it hard to believe that someday they
would actually produce mother's milk. Alice's tummy
was hurting from the pressure of the additional fluid.
She was beginning to feel the almost constant urge to
go to the bathroom. She now understood why many
pregnant woman complained about having to "pee" so
much. This was going to be her fate also.
Susan instructed Alice to get dressed in what ever
fit and improvise if she must. Alice was not sure what
that meant until she tried to put on her panties.
As she stretched the waistband over her stuffed
belly she felt the elastic band cutting into her tender
flesh. Taking a small pair of scissors she snipped the
elastic and a slight "v" tore in the fabric. With the
pressure gone the panties felt much more comfortable.
Jeans were not as much trouble since she was able to
let the top snap undone. A loose fitting top completed
Alice's outfit.
Like two sisters, Alice and Susan were off to the
mall. Alice could not find any thing she really liked
in the department stores but she was a little afraid to
venture into the scrutiny of the boutiques for fear of
being discovered. "First of all they want to sell
things and they don't really give a care WHO buys",
Susan encouraged Alice. "You are very convincing and
pregnancy is a good cover", Susan assured. After a
small amount of coaxing Susan was able to convince
Alice that she would do fine. In the first store they
decided to look mostly for lingerie. Susan examined a
rather expensive nursing bra as she told Alice why it
was important to have a good bra in her condition.
Both girls entered the dressing room, each holding
several articles of silky finery. Susan helped
Alice remove the pullover top, then stood momentarily
observing the flat-busted but obviously swollen belly
shape that Alice was now exhibiting.
"We're going to have to do something about those
breasts", she said while holding the bra for Alice to
steer her arms between the straps. Susan hooked the
bra in the last set of eyelets, then tried to smooth
the cups over Alice's figure. Susan forced some of
Alice's flesh into the bra and it began to take form.
"In time", she commented, "in time".
Susan held up a pair of white nylon maternity
panties. Alice hesitated slightly. The panties were
beautiful. They were being offered to her. Alice could
see the contracted roses that would blossom as the
stretch panel is drawn over her swelling belly. She
would not have to snip the elastic for them to fit
comfortably around her middle. Oh, she was anxious to
wear those panties.
Alice removed her jeans and caught her reflection
in the dressing room mirror. The bra was lovely. The
panties she was wearing with their cut "V" was also
strangely attractive but she was about to go from the
unofficial "V" cut panties of pregnancy to official
maternity panties. Panties to her that said, "you are
pregnant". Alice slid the panties down her long
legs, gracefully stepping out of them as she reached
her heels. Alice felt she did that just as she had
been taught.
Standing erect, Alice noticed that her manhood was
moist from the excitement but had not stiffened as it
had in the past when she transformed.
Alice was very comfortable with what was
happening.
Susan offered a shoulder to steady Alice while she
stepped into the panties. Alice slowly began their
journey up her legs. She was exploring every feeling
as their soft silkiness electrified the sensitivity of
her skin while making their advance.
The bands first obstacle was her deflated manhood.
A slight pull on the elastic captured the alien member.
Placing hands at each side of her waist she guided the
elastic silk over the mound of her belly. The
floral pattern burst into life as it was stretched to
meet the shape of Alice's abdomen. Alice stood and
enjoyed the reflected image. A nursing bra whose cups
were filled only with her flesh. Panties that only
showed expanding flesh. With a hand held lightly on
her tummy, Alice felt pregnant. With things going
so well, Alice felt she could live this way a very long
time. She was so excited with the look of her figure
and knew it would get bigger. Alice realized she
looked pregnant in these underclothes but knew the
small shape would disappear once she added more
clothes. Alice wanted to be big enough so she left no
doubt that she was pregnant.
Susan opened a package of pantyhose and handed
them to Alice. Carefully she started the hose up each
leg, extending them to the top of her thighs before she
tried to pull the panty over her belly. The pantyhose
also had a panel insert that allowed them to
comfortably expand around her middle. This just
kept getting better.
Telling Alice to put her jeans back on and the top
she had been wearing, Susan left the fitting room to
pay for the garments that Alice was now wearing.
She dropped her training bra and cut panties into
the trash can. Hand in hand the two girls left the
shop.
Outside, Susan began questioning Alice about her
new underthings. "Where they what she expected?"
"Could she feel that they were different?"
"Was she ready to wear them for the next nine
months?" Everything Susan said or did amplified
the fact that Alice was being treated like a pregnant
lady. Susan was almost taunting Alice about her
condition. To Alice it seemed that Susan was
challenging her to be able to enjoy this for the
duration of her pregnancy.
Alice could not imagine this ever being anything
but fun. Their next stop was the Maternity
Factory, a chain type store that carried designer
maternity fashions, at discount prices, of coarse.
The shop was large and few sales clerks could be
seen. The nice part about this shop was the ability to
browse and not be constantly attacked by sales people
as often was the case in the intimate boutiques.
Susan was attracted to the modern almost business
attire clothing that she commented weren't available
when she was pregnant. These fashions were a sign of
the increase of women in the workplace and a dictate
that business almost meant boring.
Alice searched through the more feminine "little
mother " outfits. More lace, bows and colors were
available on these "traditional" fashions.
Alice found a white eyelet top with two side bows
that could be adjusted to accommodate a growing figure.
The collarless neckline might draw attention to Alice's
masculine neck but it was low enough to display an
amount of cleavage that would dispel most doubts.
Alice knew she would at least have to try it on.
Alice continued her search for that perfect top while
carrying her first selection by the hanger.
Alice's next pick was a plaid jumper with a gathered
bustline. Alice was sure it would flow nicely over her
budding belly. There was a plain white blouse
displayed with the jumper, Alice decided to try the
pair. In the dressing room Alice removed her jeans
and top. The reflection of the lovely maternity
lingerie caught her by surprise. Alice had forgotten
she was wearing it. At first glance Alice thought
someone else was in the dressing room with her. The
figure seem much more lovelier than she had remembered.
The pregnant curves were titillating. Alice was in awe
of her reflection. She was afraid this was a dream
from which she would soon awake. Alice took the
blouse from its' hanger and held it to her chest. With
her right hand she smoothed it over the her belly. Her
baby bulge was very slight but she could feel a
discernable arch as her palm travelled the distance
from her breast to a spot just above her legs.
Alice slipped her arms into the blouse and admired
the exposure of her maternity unmentionables with the
unbuttoned garment.
Susan called, "What's taking you so long?"
Alice broke from her revelry and quickly buttoned
the blouse. She fastened every button with the Peter
Pan collar capturing her throat in it's white lace.
Alice then dropped the jumper over her head. Alice
worked her arms through the openings and had to tug
slightly to get the garment to fall below her bust, a
good indication that she was "developing" tits.
Alice stepped from the dressing room, twirling as
a model would as she asked Susan opinion. Susan
agreed that it matched Alice's personality and that it
could be an outfit in her closet. Alice tried on
several more outfits but only decided to keep a pair of
jeans and a T-shirt that proudly stated, "YES I AM",
and in smaller letters "pregnant".
Susan decided that Alice should wear the T-shirt
and jeans. Alice returned to the dressing room and
changed into her maternity outfit, handing her
"regular" clothes to Susan.
Because she was still so small Alice could no
longer see the bulge of her belly with these expanded
clothes. She hoped for an acceleration of her pregnancy
so she would look "more pregnant". Not very much
changed over the next several weeks. Each morning
after she "pumped" for an hour or so, Susan would
attach the apparatus that added liquid to her belly
bladder. Her belly harder and she felt fuller but
Alice wasn't as large as she hoped to be. She could
still see that feature that gave away her true identity
but she did notice that she had to lean forward a
little more, it seemed, each day.
By the end of the third month almost twelve pounds
of fluid had been added to the bladder in Alice's
belly. Alice was beginning to feel a strange sensation
as if there was "motion" within her make shift "womb".
The first few times it happened she didn't know what to
make of it. When it became pretty regular she decided
to ask Susan how it might be happening.
Susan had the explanation. Alice's "womb" as they
now called the bladder was fitted with suspended
weights that would float and move once the liquid level
reached a certain point. It would start like the
slight sensations a new mother would feel when she
thought she felt "motion" and get more "active" as the
pregnancy progressed. Alice wouldn't be awakened at
night with any sudden kicks but during the day in the
coarse of her activities she would have some constant
movement in her abdomen. Alice again didn't know
how to thank Susan enough.
During the next month the two girls did a lot of
talking about babies and the feelings of pregnancy.
From all that had been done Alice was feeling many of
the things they talked about. She had become
accustomed the to weight in her belly and the morning
nausea had subsided.
By the end of the fourth month almost twenty
pounds had been added to the "womb" and her clothes no
longer "hid" her pregnancy. What was more satisfying
to Alice was the fact that she could no longer see the
extremity that would give away her secret.
Even Alice's breast had grown considerably. They
weren't big by any means but they filled the "B" cup
nursing bra and Alice was proud.
Alice was surprised how often Susan wanted to have
sex. Most times Susan would have her strip completely
nude before they would start their love making or have
Alice put on Alan's underwear. Alice found this a
strange reversal of delight. She had longed to get out
of Alan pants and into panties she could enjoy but now
she had worn panties for so long that Alan's cotton
shorts were an interesting turn-on when they were
pulled over her bloating belly.
The two enjoyed long sessions of foreplay with a
large amount of time suckling each others breasts and
Susan massaging Alice's swollen belly.
The enormity and the hardness of his cock reminded
Alan that he was still a man and he loved driving it
home into Susan's warm hole. Alan's passion was
intensified by the movement he felt in his belly while
pounding his manhood into Susan. Their climaxes
intensified as they found new ways to accommodate
Alice's growing belly. With his manhood buried in
Susan hole it was difficult to determine which of them
was being screwed. Two pairs of breasts could be seen
while the swollen belly disguised Alan's gender.
Alice remained on the bed, Susan stepped into the
bathroom for that cleansing ritual that was necessary
after being screwed. Susan hadn't yet figured a way
for Alice to experience the discomfort of cum running
down her legs but she was working on it.
Alice enjoyed the reflection of her swelling body
that could be seen in the dresser mirror. Her belly
was nicely rounded and her breasts were definitely
larger. The staff that had just exploded in Susans
warm folds was now deflated and almost minuscule in
comparison to the mound of flesh above. Alice slightly
crossed her legs to obscure this distraction from the
view she enjoyed.
As Alice entered her sixth month of pregnancy she
began experience less erotic emotions when getting
dressed and had even noticed a sense of tiring of the
delight. Alice was beginning to want this to be over.
In comparison with Alan's normally flat belly, Alice
was now enormous. A distinct forward weight in breast
flesh was a constant reminder of her engorging titties.
Titties that now were producing about six ounces of
milk each day due to Susans required two hour
"pumping". During their lovemaking Susan would suckle
a mouthful from those bloated breasts then let it flood
over Alice's penis as she sucked it to life.
Alice's back and shoulders constantly ached as she
strained muscles to walk upright with this mound
extending in front of her. Six months of pregnancy was
taking its toll. Alice now ventured out of the
house freely. Alan and Susan never had much contact
with the neighbors so there was no one to question
Alice's arrival.
Alice was even able to stroll the block in front
of their house. If a passerby would wave she would
smile and continue to walk. Alice's mental state had
improved greatly and the physical burden of her
condition had become as difficult to deal with as the
psychological strain had been. The three and four
inches heels that Alice loved to wear had to be replace
with flats and even sneakers because Alice's "pregnant
waddle" was accentuated when she wore heels. As
Alice neared her ninth month she marked the calendar
two weeks before and two weeks after what she thought
would be her "due date". She circled the days in
alternating blue and pink and wrote across the page
"baby days".
In the ninth month of pregnancy, Alice had gained
almost thirty five pounds. Alice had remained very
active, losing many pounds of body fat so the weight
gain was substantial and disproportionate to her frame.
The flesh build up around her breasts probably
accounted for a couple of pounds but most of the "gain"
was in the fluid that had been pumped into the
"artificial womb", stretching her abdominal skin paper
thin. Many tiny blood vessels could be seen through
the opaqueness of her flesh. The pressure and
stretching had caused some those vessels to rupture,
forming spider like images over most of her bloated
belly. Down the middle of that swollen mound, Susan
had drawn a red-brownish line to mimic the condition
know as xxxxxx, Late in August, Alice had now been
pregnant for almost eleven and a half months. She had
suffered the exhausting heat of two summers. It hadn't
been so bad in the early part of her pregnancy when she
was able to enjoy the newness of the situation. It was
even fun buying all the nice maternity sportswear, and
Alice loved maternity swim wear.
Now it was a struggle to maintain any type of
positive front. Alice was no longer comfortable with
her condition. She wanted it to be over.
Susan had made Alice gain over forty-five pounds
and those who saw her would say she was "all baby". The
bladders construction held all the fluid, high and
forward. Alice clearly endured an unbelievable
amount of pain and discomfort. She rarely got dressed
past putting on a bra and stretching into the largest
support panty she could find. She had grown out of all
her pretty maternity clothes and was relegated to a few
T's and a large Muumuu that could have, in her mind,
blanketed an elephant. The glamour of pregnancy
had long ago escaped from Alice's mind. Alice's
pregnancy had been a roller coaster ride of excitement
and disappointment. Alice contemplated the end as
she caught the reflection of her bloated body in the
bath's full length mirror. Recalling his male
persona, Alan fought to find the maleness in the
visage. The reflected image gave little
representation of a male human. The life style he had
led over the last year had physically changed his body.
The curves were definitely more accentuated. The
breasts were not voluptuous but were the breasts of a
young woman. Those breasts stood pointed and firm
below rather bony shoulders that accented the size of
her tits.
Alice couldn't find Alan in the picture. His
small penis was easily obscured by the enormity of the
mock pregnant belly.
Only Alice was reflected.
Pretty, pregnant Alice. Alice ready to give
birth.
Susan entered the room without making a sound and
for several minutes observed Alice examining the her
pregnant figure.
Susan was pleased with her work. She felt she had
given Alan his wildest dream and then some. It had
always been Susan's intention to carry this beyond the
pretty side that Alan had always associated with being
pregnant. Susan wanted him to understand the
discomforts and even feel as much of the pain as could
be produced.
Susan held Alice with the comforting grasp that
only a woman who has undergone childbirth could know.
She soothed the breasts that after daily stimulation
would readily give up their white sticky nectar. With
her middle fingers she smeared the leaking fluid over
the mass of her breasts. Stretching to clasp her
hands under Alice enlarged belly Susan gently lifted,
holding back much of the strain Alice had been feeling
in her back muscles. Susan thought she detected a sigh
of relief, then taunted Alice with, "it will get
worse". Susan handed Alice a brightly wrapped
package.
She explained that these would be her "keepsake"
mementos of her "childbirth". That they would be
"stained" with Alice's "labor".
Alice could scarcely imagine what was in store.
She knew it would involve pain but she couldn't
comprehend how or how much.
Alice quickly got into her new garments. She was
even pleased, her new wardrobe had not yet been
stretched by the months of pregnancy like many of her
other garments. Alice had tired of the mishapened look
of many of her clothes. Susan told her that ones one
of the "depressing" parts of pregnancy and that she
just wasn't allowed to buy new clothing at every whim.
Alice loved the femininity in the dress that Susan
had selected. It was all "little girl" with it's
pinafore cover over soft crushed purple velvet. The
waist was set just below her breasts and there was
ample material to drape around her expanded middle yet
hang evenly just inches above her knees. Alice
felt like she was going to a party
She was happy.
Preparing her "suitcase" for after the "birth" was
Alice's next task. Several new nursing bras where on
top. Susan had told her to be prepared to need them.
Alice's heart raced as she pondered having a baby
at her breast, though knowing Susan, she suspected that
would not be the case.
Several nursing gowns were tucked to the side as
were "post natal" panty briefs. The usual cosmetics
for making a girl feel good during times of distress
were neatly arranged in the center of the case.
Alice was ready for the last stage of her "adventure".
The "girls" headed for the car. Susan in command,
assisted Alice by supporting her arm as she struggled
to walk upright.
It had been a couple of months since Alice had
made a trip in the car. The difficulty she encountered
trying to get her swollen body to bend in the required
direction reminded her why she had refrained from
travelling in the later stages of her "pregnancy".
As the headed to the freeway, Alice sat quietly,
her hands gently caressing the large mound that formed
her lap.
Alice's face was fixed with a blank expression.
She just stared in the direction they were travelling,
yet contemplating what the "birth" would be like. She
was undergoing no pain, though Susan had said she would
experience "labor".
When they exited the roadway onto a seldom used
highway, Alice was jolted by a sudden "dip" in the
pavement. There was a sharp blow as the free floating
weights of the simulator struck her internal organs,
followed by an urgent need to urinate.
The roughness of the terrain continued to amplify
the motion of the devices built with in the bladder.
Alice felt like her insides were being torn apart and
now there was almost a constant pounding in an area
just above her diminished penis.
All of a sudden Alice felt a strange "wetness"
spread in her panties. She couldn't believe she had
wet herself but she said to Susan, "slow down your
making me pee my panties". "No", Susan responded,
"that's your water breaking. The bladder has been
designed to release about a quart of fluid when
agitated."
"Enjoy the "discomfort" and "embarrassment" of
travelling to the hospital in wet panties", she
continued. "Of coarse you could always remove your
panties if you wish", Susan finished then remained
quite. The flow of wetness seemed to stop and
Alice felt like she was sitting on a warm spot of the
seat. Alice knew there would be a "wet spot" on
her dress when she exited the car. Though she felt
most people should know it was from the water breaking,
something of which she had no control, she was worried
that some would think she lost control of her bladder
and had peed he panties. That was the most
embarrassing thought. As they drove Alice
remembered thoughts of the last two years. It was hard
to believe that her "ordeal" had started that long ago.
She had started over as a baby girl and now felt as
much a woman as she would ever be able to do. In many
ways she thanked Susan, she even believed Susan got as
much enjoyment of out of the experience as she.
Alice began to notice the intensity of the
discomfort from the motion in her "womb". If she
wasn't "in labor" she surely was experiencing an amount
of pain from the contraption. Alice's breathing
rhythm was interrupted by the sensations exploding in
her abdomen. She was having to take much shallower and
shorter breaths. Anxiety was filling her head from the
uncertainty of the coming events. An amount of
perspiration began to form on her brow causing her
makeup to begin to run. The sticky sweet river ran
cross her lips and sent its' flavor to Alice's already
overly stimulated brain cells. The events became a
vicious circle of intensifying stimulus. When the
car entered the pillared gates of the large house,
Alice breathed a slow sigh of relief. She was
sitting in a pool of water that had become very
uncomfortable with a wet itch. The constant
pounding had produced a numbness in the top of her
legs. Alice knew it would be difficult to exit the
car when they stopped. Susan parked the vehicle at
the side entrance of the large house. She hurried to
Alice's door and opened it for her. Alice was
enjoying the special treatment.
As Alice got to her feet she felt the heaviness
the wetness had added to her dress. On unsteady
legs Alice walked through the doorway.
They were greeted by two professionally dressed
gentlemen and a rather young nurse. The gentlemen
escorted Susan into an office while the nurse taking
Alice by the arm steered her into a room directly
across from the men.
The young girl introduced herself as Bobbie and
explained that she would be with Alice through the rest
of her ordeal.
Bobbie hinted that this would be a preview of what
was in store for her. Bobbie lifted the hem of
Alice's dress and carefully pulled it over her head.
Once she had hung the dress she returned to Alice's
side. Bobbie lay her hands on Alice's breasts,
daintily tracing the patterns of flowers covering the
cups.
Bobbie commented, "your breasts are so hard, are
they real?" "I can assure you they are real",
Alice replied, "I'm even getting about twelve ounces of
milk from them each day. It's been part of my
training", she finished.
Opening the cups Alice invited Bobbie to taste of
her mothers milk. Without hesitation Bobbie's
mouth began hungrily slurping at Alice's breasts and
the sticky white nectar coated her tongue.
"You taste so good", Bobbie told Alice, "I hope I
am able to develop such nice breasts and fill them with
milk like you have."
Alice was getting turned on by this willing
creature nurturing at her breasts but she knew she
didn't have time for such endeavors. The weight of her
abdomen was reminding her that she needed to lie down.
"I'm sorry", Bobbie said as she noticed Alice
showing her discomfort. "Remove the rest of your
clothes and I will get you a gown", Bobbie instructed.
The gown was nothing more than what appeared to be a
large white t-shirt. Not very flattering nor feminine
in Alice's eyes. The gown barely covered to mid thigh
and was stretched by the expanse of Alice's bloated
stomach. Bobbie led Alice to a the birthing table.
It was very similar to the examining table she had been
on earlier in her pregnancy but several additional
supports had been added. The stirrups appeared to be
hinged and the foot of the table also looked like it
could be lowered.
There was a trough from about mid-table, curiously
enough around the pelvic region, ending in a bowl shape
at the foot of the table.
Alice could not determine how the interconnecting
rods and pulleys would operate once she was on the
table but she knew she would find out.
Bobbie helped Alice onto the table and gently
helped raise her legs into the stirrups. With her
legs firmly captured, fear seized Alice.
Alice was also embarrassed by the exposure of her
distended belly to the open air. Her long neglected
genitals were cooled by blowing air conditioning. At
any other time it would quickly have produced an
arousal but she was in so much pain and discomfort
nothing was going to spark any life it that last
vestige of her manhood. Bobbie just held Alice's
hand and kept assuring her things would proceed soon.
Alice had been strapped into the stirrups for almost
an hour when she asked if Bobbie would find Susan.
Bobbie explained that she was not to leave the room and
that if she did Alice's "waiting" would be "extended".
It was therefore in Alice's best interest to be patient
and wait. Less than ten minutes later Susan and
the two gentlemen entered the room. Alice was glad she
waited. The men raised Alice's gown. Each in turn
tried to compress the swollen mound of flesh that rose
from the table. The pressure sent a stream of urine
flying from the stunted member laying flat between her
legs. "I believe we're ready to let her "deliver"
", they concurred. With that the older gentleman
produced a short piece of tubing from his pocket and
affixed it to the belly button plug of Alice's
pregnancy simulator.
In the overhead mirror Alice could see that the
hose extended just into the trough of the table. She
could also see that a slow stream of liquid was
escaping from the tube. The younger man at her
side began to explain, "this is how you will experience
childbirth. The fluid will slowly drain from your
"womb" and as it does it will fill the bowl at the base
of the table. When it fills sufficiently it will drain
to the side starting the legs stirrups to extend
outward. At some point we will attach a suction device
to that remnant of a penis and you will have a feeling
of a truck being driven out between your legs. As your
"labor" progresses the weight of the escaping fluid
will add intensity to the suction and the spread of the
stirrups. Since the time "in labor" is not predictable,
this could take anywhere from a few minutes to many
hours." Alice was already enduring significant
discomfort as her legs had been in the stirrups for
almost two hours. She was not sure she could endure
many more minutes of this yet alone "hours".
Bobbie was still holding her hand as Alice watched the
clock pass the three hour mark. The bowl was about
three quarters full so no additional pressure had been
applied to her legs. Then a distinct click could be
heard and the bowl tipped to the right spilling its
contents into tube attached to the side of the table.
There was an abrupt pressure on the leg stirrup and it
rachetted down a notch. A stab of pain was felt
throughout her body as the bed did its work. The
added discomfort did not produce an audible response
from Alice only a noticeable disruption of her
breathing as the suddenness of the jolt attacked her
senses. Bobbie's hand tightened on Alice's as she
gulped to regain her breathing rithymn. Soft taps to
Alice's wrist seemed to pace the breaths she struggled
to take.
The pressure on Alice's legs remained steady and
did not lessen. Several more hours then passed,
beads of perspiration covered Alice's forehead, running
in tiny streams down her cheeks. The bladder continued
to empty it's fluid into the reservoir of the table and
Alice could only anticipate the next jolt of pain.
The mechanical sound of the apparatus turning
could be heard as the bowl tipped to the left, filling
the tube as it had done hours ago on the right.
The click, then the ratcheting could be heard.
The intensive jolt on her left leg seemed double the
pain she had felt previously.
An audible yelp escaped her lips as the tremor
travelled the length of her body. "Stop this," she
screamed.
Bobbie tightened her grip as she tried to bear the
pain Alice was experiencing, knowing the same pain
would be part of her future.
"There's no way to stop it", Bobbie consoled.
"It will finish soon and you will be happier for
the experience", she added. Alice would not
entertain the thought of ever being happy for having
experienced this torture. She screamed for Susan.
"Get that bitch in here".
"She's the one responsible for doing this to me."
"Get her here so I can curse her for what she's
done". Bobbie remained steadfast at Alice's side.
She knew there would be these outburst and was there to
comfort her.
Alice had been "in labor" for almost six hours.
Her swollen belly had not diminished much even though
two pans of fluid had been drained.
Alice's lower back was in agony. Her legs had
been in these stirrups long past reasonable memory.
The "doctors" entered the room, glanced over the
equipment and felt the softening of Alice's belly.
"Stage two", the young "doctor" was heard to say as he
flip on a switch that produced hiss of air as it's pump
came up to speed. Then Alice felt the soft rubbery
device being guided over hr lifeless penis. The
hissing sound ceased but the pulsing suction applied to
that dormant appendage added new sensations to Alice's
agony. The birthing simulator made it's familiar
groan. Once again applying more pressure to the right
side of Alice's body.
"Bitch! Bitch!. Susan you bitch, where are you?,
Alice screamed at the top of her lungs. Bobbie
still steadfastly held Alice's hand. She grimaced as
her mind drew pictures of the pain retching Alice's
body.
Bobbie no longer felt she had to experience the
"joy of motherhood". This painful demonstration had
removed from her thoughts all fantasies of motherhood
being a pleasurable experience but Bobbie knew she had
no way to escape the same fate being hers.
Almost sixteen hours had past and Alice could not
see a significant decrease in the size of her distended
abdomen. An enormous amount of pressure was steadily
pulling down on Alice's raised thighs. There appeared
to be no end in sight.
The "doctors" returned to her bedside. Alice
could hear them discussing the "slowness" of the
"birth" as they planned ways to "speed it up".
Each "doctor" in turn would apply an amount of
pressure to her abdomen. This would force the fluid to
flow faster. Their plan was to force enough fluid at
each attempt to trigger the cycle of the machine. This
would be their way of simulating those last few minutes
of birth when the pain/pleasure threshold came closer
together. As the "doctors" worked, Alice lost
count of the times the machine cycled. She knew if the
pain did not subside she would lose consciousness and
then it was dark. Alice was flat on a bed when she
awoke. Her legs were still numb from the violence of
the "birthing simulator".
Her room was quite. A deafening quite bathed in
darkness. There was not even enough light for Alice to
see the hand she held in front of her face.
A "fear" raced through her body as she groped for
the area between her thighs expecting the "worse". She
was still "intact". A sigh of relief escaped her lips.
She still had substantial "breasts" so it had not "all
been a dream".
In the quiet of the room Alice strained to hear
any noise. Nothing.
Deprived of her senses, Alice forced her mind to
conjure up sights and sounds. Her brain played the
sound of babies crying. A nursery of infants played in
her mind. Then there was one that appeared in clear
view. Ones who's plaintiff cry called her "mommy".
Alice lifted the infant from her crib, kissed her
cheek and put the hungry mouth to her breast.
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