By FoxFaceStories
An Anonymous Commission
When James, Leo, and Kamal are forced to enroll in their college home economics class to make up for grade deficiencies, they think the whole thing will be easy and mock the class relentlessly. Annoyed, their professor chooses the three of them for a special maternity experiment with a ‘simulated pregnancy’ belly; if they do so, they will automatically pass. Little do they know that she is actually a witch, and their growing bellies and feminising features are all too real . . .
Part 6: Babies, Boobs, and Blowing Up
Winter was over, and spring was arriving. That meant the relief of Spring Break, at least - two whole weeks free of being examined and approved of by Eliza Shanks, who had even touched their little breasts to test their growth recently, a surprisingly sensitive experience that made them each moan a little, and reminded them of how flaccid their members now were, how permanently shrunken they were getting. Spring break would be a distraction from such humiliations. Unfortunately, there was another development that added to the increasing list, one that none of them could ignore any longer.
Something was kicking inside each of them.
It first happened to James, perhaps because of his twin pregnancy. He’d been wistfully watching a football game, and clearly his former teammates were embarrassed about him, because when he asked when he could join up again, they scoffed.
“Dude, in your condition?” Jeffries said. “You were never part of our team anyway!”
As he mused on just what his former teammate meant by that, he felt a sudden lurch in his stomach. There was a shift, a bump, and then something that made him squeak like an actual pregnant woman: a sharp push just to the left of his belly button, one that made a little indentation for a moment. That actually distended and shifted his swollen stomach.
“What the hell?” he gasped. He pulled up his overly-tight shirt, one that he’d only purchased just a week ago, and felt his taut stomach. He waited, ignoring the game playing out there before him, which was just starting up.
And then there was another strange sensation, like something living inside of him was pushing out. The skin visibly distended this time, and his eyes went wide. He stood up in a shock, and Faye Lin, the woman he’d once tried to put the moves on in the home ec class, rushed over to him.
“Oh my God, did you just have your first kick? Does it feel real?”
James blinked, looking from her and then back to his belly, where something inside of him was continuing to push and flurry about. It felt so goddamn real, the strangest sensation he’d ever felt. Marvelling, he placed his hand on his stomach.
“It feels way too real,” he murmured.
Leo’s own kicking sensation happened that very same day, albeit later at night when he was working at Fry Chicken. James was totally distracted on the same shift, bumping his large belly into everything, but their manager was at least treating him pretty sensitively given ‘your condition’, as he put it. Leo, meanwhile, was mastering the art of the bump, shifting in a way to avoid knocking things over. But as he was serving the fries to a customer, he lurched forwards a little, spilling the fries on the counter.
“S-sorry!” he stuttered, voice going up a notch so that it was almost feminine. “I just felt s-something weird in m-me. In my stomach, I mean.”
The customer was a middle-aged woman, who just smiled sympathetically. “I’d say more in your uterus, darling. That was definitely a good kick! I’ve felt it myself, more than once. Don’t you worry, it’s normal. But I might grab some new fries once you’ve settled.”
Leo was in awe. He remade the woman’s fries, then immediately went on break. James was there, also cradling his stomach, the buttons tight against his dome and showing diamonds of skin.
“Kicking?” James asked, wincing as what felt like two actual babies moved in his belly.
“Yeah,” Leo said.
“It feels . . . weird, doesn’t it?”
Leo blushed, looking past his budding brown breasts to his larger brown belly. He raised his shirt and felt the naked skin, oddly hypnotised by it, soaking up the continuing movements.
“It feels amazing,” he said.
The next day, Kamal had his own experience. He was talking to Professor Eliza Shanks again - during the last days of Spring Break - once more imploring her to change him back. She was in her office, preparing for the resumption of classes, and yet here he was, demanding the end of the experiment.
“I’ll fucking do anything! This experiment is getting too weird! My boobs are almost frickin’ B-cups! How is this technologically possible! My own tutor student said I ‘looked pretty’ and wished me well on ‘giving birth’, as if he doesn’t know I’m a man! The fuck is going on?”
Eliza just sighed. “Kamal, there’s a lot of adjusting. You know I can’t change - are you alright?”
Kamal was suddenly stock still. His hand was on his stomach, specifically the underside of it, slightly to the right.
“Oh Gods. Oh Gods. What the fuck was that? It feels like s-something is moving inside of me. What the hell are you doing to us?”
The professor just chuckled. “That’s just a kick, Kamal! Part of the Pregnancy Project, of course. And a sure sign that you need to ramp up your efforts to prepare for a baby. No doubt your friends are feeling kicks too, especially James. Of course, you’re also experiencing more breast growth than them.”
Kamal could barely hear what she was saying. He, the ladies man, the ladykiller, the pickup artist, the taboo breaker, the party animal, was feeling baby kicks as if they were real. It was bad enough that he couldn’t drink anymore, lest the device inform the professor, and the same for drugs and smoking. It was bad enough that it was changing him temporarily. But this!? This was too much!
“Once this is over, I’m going to find a way to sue you,” he snapped. “You’ve taken my best partying days away from me.”
“Part of being a mother,” Eliza said. “Is learning how to grow up and mature. Best of luck with that, Kamal.”
The man left the conversation bitter and angry, and yet still rubbing his stomach due to the kicks. How did they feel so real!?
***
Weeks continued to pass. Their simulated babies shifted and kicked, an occurrence so common that it was starting to wake them up when they slept. Their breasts remained sore and sensitive, always growing, especially in Kamal’s case, much to his frustration. There was further swelling in their stomachs, which were now so big - especially for James, who was looking very round at the front by this point - that there was no sense in hiding said bumps anymore, especially with what felt like actual babies moving about inside of them. They had to wear maternity clothing, especially now that the weather was so warm that hiding their changing forms in jackets and hoodies was simply impossible; their bodies were already generating heat just like a pregnant woman’s!
“We’re even starting to look like women!” Kamal whined, his voice soft and bordering on demure, despite his usual crassness. “This is so fucked up. Most of the campus is treating me like a woman. Did the prof put them all up to it or something?” Leo remembered when his sister Sylvie had visited several months ago. She had complimented him on cleaning up so well, and even stated that she looked forward to seeing him ‘blow up.’ He thought she meant in terms of success or something, but could she have already known? And how?
“I don’t know,” he replied, taking a sip of his mango smoothie. “But this is getting really weird. I’m starting to feel like a woman. Like, is that crazy?”
“Not when we’re growing tits and our pregnant bellies and long hair and looking like ladies more and more,” James said, drinking from his own smoothie.
They were at the campus cafe, and while some of the home ec girls occasionally commented on how well the trio were going with the ‘Pregnancy Project’, everyone else was treating their conditions as normal, and some were even helping them into chairs or asking them when they were ‘due.’ It was infuriating; they’d endured six whole months of this, and now their stomachs were huge. James seriously looked like he was at full term, and his breasts were catching up. All three of them were experiencing the wobble and jiggle now, and had given into wearing bras rather than compression bandages. Kamal especially needed them; to his humiliation, he had swollen up to C-cups, which were lovely palm fillers that even had some men looking down at his chest.
“I hate this,” he said, voice still soft despite his attempts. “Ugh! This little one is kicking again.”
“Try having two simulated babies,” James hissed, rubbing his own stomach. “My belly literally rests on my thighs, now.”
“At least you don’t have big tits.”
“Please, you’re not that big. We’ve all got cleavage now. That goddamn professor. Ohhhh.”
“Kicking?” Leo asked.
James nodded. “Back at my spine. Ugh. How do women put up with this? Ohhh, I really need my burger already. Can this cafe hurry up. I’m eating for three here!”
Leo smirked at that. At least James hadn’t lost his humour. But he suspected his red-haired friend was losing something else, and it wasn’t just his height, though he had noticed that.
“Okay, cards on the table,” he said, holding his belly and shifting forwards. “My dick is shrinking. Really shrinking, actually.”
It was at this moment that their burgers arrived. The waitress placed each of them down onto the table and gave a lovely smile in the awkward silence.
“Oh, congratulations to all three of you! When are you due?”
Leo looked up and smiled sheepishly. “Uh, in three months, I think?”
“Wow! That’s fantastic! All the best to you!”
“Th-thanks,” James said, eyes wide, like a thousand yard stare.
Suddenly, all their appetites had mysteriously disappeared. Well, not as much for James, who still took a single bite of his burger due to the shifting, rippling movements inside his bloated stomach.
“She thought we were just pregnant women,” Kamal said.
“We look like pregnant women,” Leo replied. “A little plain-looking, maybe a bit masculine . . . but we do look like women.”
“But our voices!” Kamal replied, but even as he said it he realised how feminine he sounded. His voice still had a husky contralto quality to it, but it was more of a woman’s voice now that he was listening for it. The fact that his hair was now down to his shoulders and his skin blemish free only added to that effect, as did the fact that all three of them now had fuller lips and longer eyelashes.
“Oof!” James winced, feeling yet another tremble of movement in his belly. His hand went there, feeling the hard skin. How was it possible that it felt so real . . . unless?
“Guys,” he said. “Um . . . my dick is shrinking too. It’s, uh, shrunk a lot. I thought it was just, you know, not getting used much, but I’m seriously getting worried recently. I was just too fucking nervous to tell you.”
“S-same,” Kamal admitted. Tears started forming in his eyes - he’d been a lot more emotional lately. They all had. “Fuck! Now I’m crying. I haven’t fucked a girl in months. I haven’t even wanted to.”
James swallowed. Life had been so busy lately, and his rotund stomach getting so much attention and keeping him awake at night. He’d even taken to cleaning his apartment more, but he’d needed to rest on his side constantly as the weight of his belly when he lay on his back was simply too much. And not once through it had he thought about girls.
“Shit. Fuck! Neither have I,” he said. “But I’ve been getting kinda . . . aroused.”
“Same,” Leo said, wincing. “Um, I don’t think about girls when I get like that, though.”
Again, that strained silence. A rather attractive pair of men entered the outdoor area of the cafe and sat down two tables away from the trio. One was dark-skinned and clearly worked out, wearing a singlet in the warmth to show off his muscles. The other had olive skin and looked latino. He had a really handsome face, and nice tats on his arms. He seemed to catch the three looking at him and smirked, then talked to his friend, who looked their way and smiled before resuming their conversation.
“Oh God,” James said.
Kamal was in agreement. He could feel his large, dark nipples throbbing. “Fuck.”
“You see what I mean?” Leo said. He was rubbing his thicker thighs together, trying to ignore how his body felt about those men, but unable to fully do so. “Something’s happening to our brains. I had . . . a dream last night. About guys like that.”
Kamal turned his way. “Dude, you’re gay?”
“I think . . . I think we’re all turning gay.”
James wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. He was struggling to keep it together. “Because . . . we’re turning into women, right? Like, fully women, aren’t we?”
Leo nodded slowly. He had suspected for a few days, but had been unable to really believe it, even as his penis shrunk, even as his ass ballooned. He had such a curvy black girl’s ass now, just like he had very cute loose curls that hung down his shoulders. Just like he had damn C-cups on his chest, ones that jiggled when they weren’t in a bra and still did a little when they were. They were still growing, too. Hell, Kamal was up to ripe D-cups by this point, and he still complained of their growth.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Kamal uttered. “This is just the experiment. It’s hi-tech stuff, I’m not familiar with it, but there’s no way I’m turning into some pregnant bitch!”
“We’re not really pregnant,” Leo said. “But I think we are becoming women.”
“Not really pregnant!?” James hissed. He leaned forward, cradling his belly in his lap. “That’s where you’re drawing the line on this!? What if we really are pregnant, man? I could be pregnant with actual fucking twins, here? I already look like I’m almost due and it’s only been six months! We’ve still got three! What if we’ve got to - oh fuck - what if we have to give birth?”
“It’ll only be simulated birth!” Kamal insisted. “Right? Right!?”
“Just like our simulated tits? And the simulated morning sickness? And the simulated big butts and thicker thighs and longer hair and higher voices and bigger lips and oh fuck, oh fuck, this is all real, dudes! We’re actually fucking pregnant women!”
Leo took a deep breath. This was a lot to take in, and the anxiety of this very public moment was making his little one do somersaults in his stomach. It was strange, but he already felt this magical connection to the simulated child in his simulated womb. Whenever it stirred, he resisted the urge to smile, though in private he sometimes even cooed or ran his fingers over his stomach. But to think it could be real, that there could be a little boy or girl dependent on him as their momma . . . it was too much to take in.
“I think we need to talk to Professor Shanks,” he finally said, voice cracking up another half-octave.
Kamal was freaking out by this point, totally in denial even as he looked down at his large breasts over his large stomach.
“No fucking shit, dude! We need to go now!”
But even as he got ready to stand up, his belly grumbled, and he groaned.
“R-right after we finished these damn burgers, of course.”
They each ate ravenously, in worried silence, until their meals were done - though each had to order a second round just to fulfil their intense cravings and hunger. When they were finished, they each awkwardly got out of their chairs and moved to the parking lot, the three of them waddling. Leo grunted, shifting his hands to the small of his back, which only emphasised the curve of his belly. The others were doing the same, and a shared shame came over them.
“This better not be real,” muttered James. “This better not be freakin’ real!”
Kamal was too busy crying to talk, his hormones overtaking him.
But Leo found himself in awe once again, occasionally shifting one hand to caress his swollen stomach and take in the little shifting moments of a child who could well be real inside of him. It should have been humiliating, and part of it was, but at the same time . . . there was that sense of connection as well. A maternal longing he hadn’t even known he’d possessed. When he got in the car his bump was almost touching the steering wheel, and it just made him touch his stomach more, feeling this factory of life within him.
“No. I can’t . . . it’s just the device. Don’t get sucked into it, man. Stay angry. Stay angry!”
The professor had questions to answer. He certainly didn’t want to think about how he was questioning himself.
To Be Continued . . .