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From: Tommy the Tourist (Anon User) <nobody@csua.berkeley.edu>
Subject: TV/TS/Trans "Alan/Alice" @Quicksilver Archive
Date: 31 Aug 1994 13:38:53 GMT

				 Alan

	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".

	Alan 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 "lie 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 lie 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 laid 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 lying 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. One whose plaintiff cry called her "mommy".

	Alice lifted the infant from her crib, kissed her cheek and
put the hungry mouth to her breast.