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Pregnancy
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

This is a weird story about how it would feel to be 
pregnant if you were a man, which of course Alan was. 
(MF, fetish, diapers, dc, tg)

***

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'll 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'll 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 dragged 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 bulkiness 
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 sight 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 dildos 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 ecstasy. 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 tits. 
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 bust line. 
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 
traveled 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 Susan's 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 tits. Tits 
that now were producing about six ounces of milk each 
day due to Susan's 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 misshapen 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 
traveling 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 traveling, 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 traveling 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."

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 
ratcheted 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 rhythm. 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 traveled 
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 her lifeless penis. T

he 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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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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