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 7: Answers
The lecture was longer than most. As if reading their minds, Professor Shanks was going over various skills that mothers needed, especially expectant mothers. This included helpful maternity wear, nutritious dieting, and sewing skills. They would each have a chance to improve their skills in textiles over the next couple of weeks, but there seemed to be something rather deliberate in the slides: each one displayed a pregnant woman with a very, very handsome man positioned near her; a doting husband or boyfriend helping her out, looking at her like she was a goddess. It was doing things for the trio of changing men, who now had obviously rounded bellies near the end of their second trimester. The hormonal horniness was so very real, but until now it had been directionless. Kamal had been trying to ignore his growing breasts, sensitive as they were, and while James had occasionally copped a feel, he’d felt too unsexy to do anything about it. The same was true for Leo.
Now, all three were examining the slides, almost drooling at the sight of these handsome, protective men. It was like a new instinct was going off, a maternal need for a protector, a babydaddy to help them raise their babies. Leo found himself breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, aching for further growth. His penis was hard, but it was so small by this point that it felt like a pinprick. He needed to satisfy himself, but it couldn’t be here. James was the same, but Kamal was far less restricted: he was actually clutching his boobs as he sat up the back, as if urging them to grow to Double-D’s and beyond. He was shivering, biting his lower lip and occasionally letting out a loose moan. James had to elbow him a couple of times just to get him to stop.
Finally, the lecture finished, the women departed the room. Faye waved to James with a smile.
“You’re glowing so much today, Jane! I hope the twins are happy!”
“Seriously, you girls rock for taking on this experiment. You’re gonna be such good mothers,” another student said, a woman named Taylor. “I love your hair by the way, Layla.”
Both men blushed deeply as they stood, clutching their stomachs where the simulated babies were finally sleeping, and feeling far more womanly than they ever had.
“Um, you can call me Leo, you know,” Leo said.
“Sure thing, Layla!” Taylor said, as if his comment hadn’t been said. “See you girls around.”
“Oh, wait! Can I feel?” a third woman named Sandra said. Before Kamal could react, she placed her hand upon the changing man’s darker belly. He was wearing a woman’s maternity shirt, but he hadn’t gotten new clothes lately, and so a significant strip of bare, olive-coloured belly was showing. Sandra placed her hand there and rubbed it, and suddenly Kamal groaned.
“Oh my God! I felt a kick!” Sandra exclaimed. “That must feel so alien, right?”
Kamal was trying not to lose it again. “It - yeah. It does.”
“You’re so lucky, Kamika. I hope I get boobs like yours when I have kids one day.”
They stepped away, leaving the trio even more anxious than before.
“They think we’re actual girls,” Kamal said. “They think my name is Kamika. What the fuck is going on here?”
“This is definitely not just some experiment,” Leo said. “When I saw those slides with the men-”
“Don’t talk about the goddamn hunks, okay!?” James snapped. “I was getting fucking turned on by that. I swear, my nipples were gonna rip through this damn blouse. Let’s just go talk to the prof!”
She was waiting for them at the front of the lecture theatre, gathering her things but clearly taking her time. She was as beautiful as ever, and yet it only stirred a strange envy inside some of them, as if they wanted to compete with her, rather than to fuck her. Kamal was horrified to find no attraction at all: he could only think about the men at the cafe, and again in those slides. How strong and tough and big they were, perhaps in more places than one . . .
“Hello, my experimentees!” the professor said happily. “You’re all looking so wonderfully ripe. I believe tomorrow you enter your third trimester, yes? How very exciting!”
“Can the lies, professor!” James said, taking the lead. He stepped forward and put his hands on his hips, which only had the effect of pronouncing his twin-pregnant belly even further, stretching his top tight against it. “We need to know the truth!”
“And what truth is that, Mr Hallen?” she asked, innocent-like.
“You know what fucking truth!” Kamal interjected. “Why am I growing big tits!? Why do I sound like a woman!? Why am I imagining having one-night stands with fucking men with big dicks all of a sudden!?”
“My, that sounds like a strange side effect,” Eliza said, though it was clear she was enjoying this back and forth.
Leo tried to stay calm. His baby was moving, and again that connection was so strong that he almost wanted to go home, lie down in bed, and rub his naked stomach, appreciating the feeling of it all.
“Please, tell us the truth. You said that this was a simulated pregnancy, professor. But it’s not, is it? We’re . . . we’re actually pregnant. We’re turning into pregnant women.”
Professor Eliza Shanks licked her lips, then sighed. “I’d hoped you would be a bit further along when you figured it out, but I suppose making it right to the doorstop of your third trimester isn’t a bad outcome, all things considered. Yes, you are turning into pregnant women. And yes, those are indeed very real babies growing inside your wombs. They have no fathers, the genetics have been randomised in that way so they aren’t clones. Suffice to say, they are all yours.”
James’ jaw hung. He lifted his baby bump with his hands, emphasising how much bigger it was than his two friends. “You’re telling me I’ve got two real babies in here? Actually fucking real!?”
“You do. You all do; though of course, James, you’re twice as lucky.”
“What the shit!?” Kamal said, taking a step back, tears once more springing in his eyes. “How could you d-do that to us? Why are you doing this?”
Eliza smirked. “I am a witch, you know. Didn’t you see my office? I teach home economics because it’s enjoyable and valuable and important, but magic is my true passion, Kamal.”
Leo was barely able to contain his anxiety. His breasts rose and fell with each breath, reminding him of how big they already were, how plump, preparing to feed the child now just waking inside his - his uterus.
“Wait, you turned us into pregnant women just to see if you could?”
“Not at all, Mr Eastman. I turned you into pregnant women because you agreed to it. Magic is entirely consensual. It is not my fault that none of you actually read the contract and relied on my wording. Besides, the real reason I crafted the contract in the first place was because of your horrific male chauvinism in my class, your comments about pregnant women and getting girls ‘knocked up,’ and your clear need to mature. Now, all three goals will be achieved, because in three months you will be mothers, taking care of your baby or babies, and will need every lesson in home economics to get through the day.”
“But - but this is illegal!” James said. “You can’t make us women! I don’t wanna be pregnant!”
“Lots of girls don’t, especially when dating people like you, James, or having one-night stands with you, Kamal.”
“What about me?” Leo asked. “I don’t deserve this!”
“Not as much as your friends, perhaps, but you still went along with their comments and remained friends with them, despite their sexism and insults towards motherhood. And so, now, you get to feel the consequences of that. Let me make this clear, young soon-to-be-not-men, I am not reversing this. Only the contract can do that, and once you give birth it's irreversible anyway.”
“B-birth?” Kamal stammered.
“Yes. The part where you spread your legs wide, go through contractions, your vaginal passage dilates, and then you push your child out of your body and into the world. It’s a very natural experience, Kamal. Or should I say, Kamika?”
The changing man made a rasping sound like a dying animal, a wounded moan that signalled how much he hated that he was becoming a woman with that name.
“That’s why people have started calling us those names!” Leo said. “Your magic is changing reality. They think I’m Layla, and James is Jane, and Kamal is Kamika.”
“You really are the smartest of your friends, Leo. I’m very certain of that. And you are correct: the closer you get towards giving birth, the more reality will always view all of you as having always been women. The Pregnancy Project, my little experiment, will just be about women willingly taking on motherhood to test the course’s boundaries.”
James’ fists were shaking. “So, what? We just keep blowing up and changing and grow fucking pussies and then give birth!?”
“And take on motherhood duties and raise your children. Live productive lives as good, attractive, and fertile women. Keep your homes maintained and clean. Oh, and enjoy that lovely payout you’re all looking forward to.”
“But - but - there has to be a way to get out of this!” Kamal shrieked. “I don’t wanna have a baby! I’m meant to be fucking girls left, right, and centre! That’s the college guy experience. If I have a baby, I’ll end up just like Mom and stuck as some submissive wife, working in the kitchen for the rest of her life! I don’t deserve that!”
The professor sighed, shuffling her papers. “And how do you feel, James?”
“What are you talking about? I’ve got twins in here, man! You need to pull them out!”
“And you, Leo?”
Leo hesitated. That connection was so strong. God, the hormones were making him feel so maternal.
“I . . . I’m meant to be a man,” he said weakly.
Professor Shanks regarded them all again. “Well, there is one possibility of changing back, but you must be prepared to take on greater responsibilities in order to achieve it.”
“We’ll do anything!” Kamal insisted. “I want my cock back! I don’t want to be thinking about men!”
Eliza smirked at this, clearly relishing the power she had in this moment. “Okay, I can amend the contract for you, make an additional passage. If you can prove to me that you can value a womanly experience to its fullest, then I will change you back . . . before you give birth. Your babies will be transferred to other women who would want them, and reality will change so that everyone, them included, will be none the wiser.”
James almost bounced on his sore ankles. “Yes, please, do that!”
The professor held up a finger. “Ah, but there are a few conditions. If you give birth, your body will remain female permanently. Not even my most powerful magic will turn you back. Which means you’re on the clock: the three of you must master every art of home economics, as well as throw yourselves completely into the world of womanhood and femininity, allowing yourselves to not only become biologically female, but to be feminine as well. That means no more hiding in tomboy shirts and loose pants. You’re going to start wearing pretty summer maternity dresses. You’re going to go out in public, even to restaurants, wearing chic maternity wear. You’re going to show off those bellies, and you’re going to attend birthing classes, and you’re going to get ultrasounds, and you’re going to still present yourself for examination for my experiment, since I really do want to follow the results in case I ever need to replicate them. In effect, you will learn what it is to be a pregnant woman in a man’s world, and you will find meaning in that. If you can then pass this subject with flying colours, you will be turned back before you go into labor. It’s the only offer you’ll get on reversing the magic that is attached to you, that became part of you when you accepted the maternity devices. So, what do you say? Does this amendment to the experiment work?”
The three looked at one another. As if hearing the details themselves, all three men grunted as their babies shifted in their bellies. Never had any of them felt so female as this moment, when they finally knew how real their fates were. And yet greater femininity would await them if they agreed to this.
Thankfully, Leo stepped forward to offer a hand to Eliza, shaking it gently.
“Agreed,” he said. “Let’s amend that contract.”
The challenge had begun.
To Be Continued . . .