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.

FIN

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