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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 9: Aroused Inclinations
The goals set by Professor Shanks were simple: prepare for motherhood, fulfil the goals of the home economics course, and embrace femininity and womanhood. Each of the trio were going about it in their own way, even as they closed in on the last months of their strange and magical pregnancy journey. The revelation that they were now fully, biologically women, capable of the birth part of pregnancy was only the cherry on top of the unwanted ice cream.
“I can’t believe it,” Jane said as they tried to relax on the campus green, lying down on a picnic quilt beneath the warm weather. “I’ve got a goddamn pussy now.”
“You’ve had a pussy for two weeks, man,” Kamika said. “We all have.”
“Yeah, well don’t expect me to touch it! How can you be over losing your dick?”
“I’m not!” Kamika snapped. “But at least I can have a bit of fun feeling it up. The orgasms are crazy, right, Layla?”
Layla blushed. “I wouldn’t know.” “Oh, she’s definitely masturbated. Look at her, in her white dress, looking all innocent. I bet she’s thinking about getting railed by a whole platoon of men just like I am because of this stupid experiment. What a fucking joke.”
They were quite the sight to see; three very pregnant students, their bumps clearly displayed. Layla wore more flowing wear, but Kamika was in a two-piece outfit again, this one showing off her whole belly now, which was lotioned and without stretch marks. Jane’s dress hugged her figure, exposing the entire shape of her twin pregnant belly. She was used to such clothing at Chic Wear, and it helped that Eliza saw them like this. She was walking past at that very moment, readying for another examination of them soon.
“My goodness, girls, looking wonderfully gravid! Ready for another check-in?”
“Can we just skip the fucking lingerie hour and tell you we’ve all got horny vaginas now?” Kamika asked.
The professor chuckled at that. “Well, I’ll have to confirm for my own magical studies, but that’s good news, in case birth is necessary.”
“No way am I giving birth!” Jane protested. “I’d have to push two of these things out of me! Two whole boys!”
“Or girls,” Layla suggested.
“Or boy and girl,” Eliza finished. “Well, in that case, I hope you’ve all prepared for impending motherhood, and that your apartments are ready soon. When you’re right on the cusp of going into labour, I’ll confirm you are ready. In the meantime, get your textile samples to me and send in your latest nutritional feeds. Oh, and I hope the date goes well, Layla. I saw you and a handsome young man out in the city park the other day. Lucky you. Maybe you won’t want to turn back at all.”
She strode off, leaving Kamika and Jane to stare holes into Layla’s embarrassed form.
“I was going to tell you!” she protested. “It’s not my fault. You know how it is, all these hormones. I was just leaning into my femininity. Didn’t she want us to do that? I was out at a club and Ross was just so charming and lovely and cute, and then the belly wasn’t a turn off, quite the opposite, and we got to talking and . . . yeah. We started hanging out.”
“You fucking traitor,” Kamika snapped.
“Dude,” Jane added. “What’s wrong with you?”
“You’re attracted to men, too!”
“Yeah, but me and Kamika haven’t acted on it, right?”
Kamika paused. “N-no. Of course not. I mean, I let a guy feel me up, but that was it.” Jane’s eyes went wide. “You’re kidding!”
“It was one time. I was horny as fuck. At least none of us have had sex!”
At this, Layla blushed further, and not even her perfect brown skin could fully hide the truth from her friends.
“No,” Jane said. “What!?”
It was true. In fact, it had happened just as she crossed the eight-months-pregnant mark. Ross and she had been dating for only a few weeks by that point, but she couldn’t help but be smitten by him. He seemed as entranced by her, and admitted freely that he wasn’t sure what they were, but that he wanted to see where it went. They were at her apartment, and she was telling him all about how she was preparing for her home economics task, readying the place, keeping it clean, preparing for what came next.
“Wow, you’re going to be a great mother,” he said.
“I - I don’t know about that,” she admitted. “I’m hoping I can be, if I have to. I don’t . . . I mean, I don’t know if you’d stick around, though. I like what we have, but . . . I’d have a baby, if it came to that.” Ross actually squeezed her hand, one hand stroking her belly intimately. Romantically. “Look, this is all new to me too. I never thought I’d date a pregnant woman, especially one I hadn’t gotten pregnant. And yet here I am. I like you, Layla. I like you a lot. You’re beautiful, you’re sweet, and you’re smart. And you seem very prepared for what’s to come next. And I really want to be there with you, if you’ll have me. I know it’s early days and all, but-”
She grabbed his face and kissed him, pressing her body against his, the two of them sitting on her bed together, moving to make out as they often had before. But her horniness was powerful, and her body now fully ready. She wanted more, and so she began tugging at his shirt, and he at her dress, which she unbuttoned at the front and then removed, followed by her bra.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I want you. Besides, I can’t get more pregnant, right?”
He laughed at that, and then he was kissing her breasts, stroking her fertile form, making her feel like a queen, more powerful and special and loved than Leo ever had been. There were moments of awkwardness, of course. Moments where they giggled as they tried to work their way around her belly, and in the end they’d had sex in a way Layla had never dreamt of: her leaning over, holding the mattress as Ross entered her from behind. It had caused her body to shudder, her eyes to clench shut, but she’d moaned and cooed and cried out in bliss as he filled that urgent and terrible need. Ross’ hands cupped her belly, stroking it, even shifting to grope her swaying bosom as he thrust again and again into her.
“Ohhhhh, this is s-so good! Please d-don’t stop! I want you to f-fucking cum inside me! I’ve been wanting this s-since we met, Ross! I’ve been wanting - ohhhh!”
“I’ve been wanting it too! I’m about to cum, Layla! God, you’re so fucking sexy! I love how pregnant you are! Ahh!”
He came into her, sending her into waves of ecstasy she could not believe, and it was so powerful that they’d laid together on her bed, him stroking her fertile curves until she was ready to go another round, this time riding him so that her sexy brown belly was right up in his face. They’d had sex numerous times since, and she couldn’t get enough of it, or of him. No girlfriend had ever made her feel the way he did, nor did her previous body ever feel quite so . . . purposeful as her pregnant one.
But that was hard to communicate to her friends, even as she told the story. Jane looked at her like she was a lunatic, while Kamika was making mocking jokes, even as she twitched and fidgeted, her mind deeply jealous.
“Look, you don’t have to understand it!” Layla finally said, standing up and holding her belly defensively. “But don’t fucking judge me, okay? You are always doing that, but this time I’m the one adjusting well, and I’m the one getting laid. So deal with it.”
She waddled off, texting Ross to come pick her up. She wanted him to fuck her while she lay on her back, legs spread wide, her belly fully on display while he stood off the bed in order to enter her. It was her favourite position . . . ever.
***
Kamika stared at her reflection. G-cups. Goddamn freakin’ leaky G-cups, milk already letting down along with some thick colostrum. Her breasts were perfect teardrop shapes, so full and ripe, and her belly looked ready to burst; she’d already dropped a little already. She’d also done up her makeup, let her dark hair out so that it spilled elegantly, and was wearing a sexy two-piece dress again. She simply couldn’t let Layla get away with it. In the week since that revelation, it occurred to her that she probably had only three weeks left as a woman. The Professor had sent out a reminder as much, and now the ultimate regret was looming: what if she turned back into a man but never got to experience sex as a woman? Frankly, she was getting too damn horny not to experience it. She needed it like air, like land and shelter. And knowing that Layla got laid many times before her was an insult.
Which was why she was heading out on the town, just as Layla had done, only with a far, far more sexy outfit. This one was a slim green dress that left an entire hole in the centre for her naked belly to jut out, and lifted her boobs up so that they were practically spilling out of her top. A slit on either side of the dress revealed her thighs, and she even wore heels - something she’d adopted to impress the professor. Her place was clean, her textile work had passed, and she had her nutrition plan and budgeting up to date.
Now, it was time to get fucking laid.
It didn’t take her long to find a potential lover. She hit some clubs that were known for slightly older clientele in their thirties and forties, the kind that were more likely to have men who were into that sort of thing, who saw fertility as a huge turn-on. It didn’t hurt that she styled herself exotically, putting an extra bit of Indian flourish into her dress with its golden-on-green patterns and the sari-like look of it. It only took her two hours of flirting and showing off her near head-sized breasts at a local bar for her efforts to pay off. A gentleman nearly fifteen years her senior approached, taking the seat beside her.
“I don’t see a ring on that finger,” he noted.
“I don’t see a ring on yours.”
He chuckled. “I’d buy you a drink, but that might not be appropriate.”
“There’s plenty of things that aren’t fucking appropriate, but I don’t care about them right now,” she replied, shifting closer and leaning to show off her cleavage. He took the bait, and briefly gazed down. “But right now, I’m an uncomplicated woman, okay? I’m single, I’m pregnant as fuck, so there’s no risk, and I’m horny as hell. And if I can find a guy who’s into that for a night, well, a one-night stand of pleasure is all I need. So, don’t waste my time. Are you interested?”
The man blinked, then smiled. He extended a hand. “Name’s Michael. Colour me interested.”
And he was. Just as Kamika wanted, he took her back to his place, which was far bigger than she expected or was used to. He kept staring at her breasts and belly, calling her “ripe” and “beautifully full.” It should have creeped her out, but she didn’t care by that point; she wanted to get laid, and this man was into her pregnant body, and he clearly wanted to suck the milk from her aching tits: he’d told her as much.
“Just make sure to fuck me when you’re done,” she said, making her meaning clear.
“Oh, trust me, I will. You are such a beauty. So full and pregnant and-”
“Dude, I get it. I’m fucking huge and my belly is round. Now kiss it already.”
He did, going down on his knees to stroke and cup and feel her rounded form. He planted kisses on it, and she found herself gasping a little as he worked his way up. She released her massive breasts, which wobbled heavily, and he took to them quickly, fondling her left while sucking on her right. It made her weak at the knees, especially when she felt fluid being sucked through her nipples and into his mouth.
“Mhmmm! Ohhhhh, f-fuck, man! Ohhhh, that’s - ahh - that’s really fucking weird!”
“But you don’t want me to stop.”
“Stop? No, I want you to get in me, already!”
But first he wanted more of her breasts and belly. He helped her to the thick carpet before his roaring fireplace, and the warmth made her glowing skin glisten. They writhed, naked on the carpet as he touched her pussy, stroking her clitoris from behind. Michael lifted Kamika’s leg, and she allowed him to enter her. She was nervous as hell, knowing how wrong this was. But she’d been a player as a man, and she wanted to be a goddamn slut right now. In many ways, it was still an exciting rebellion against her parents, wasn’t it?
“Yes! Yes! F-fuck me! Fuck me harder! Hold my sexy belly while you do it! AHH!”
He did so, hammering into her from behind, holding her stomach for thrust. It was magnificent. It was better than even her masturbation. When she came, it was multiple times, far harder than a man and for far, far, far longer as well. She rested on the carpet afterwards, lost in post-coital bliss, clutching her distended form.
“Why didn’t I do that earlier?” she asked herself.
***
Jane, on the other hand, resisted all temptation. Part of it was her willpower, her determination to be a man again and not succumb as her friends had, especially now that they were actually chatting during lectures about their favourite positions. The other part, she knew, was that she had damn twins inside of her. It made her all the more tired and unwieldy, and they were starting to sit on a nerve in her womb that caused her to wince in pain occasionally. She almost wanted to give birth, though the redhaired beauty knew that was wrong.
So she stuck it out. She followed all the advice. She made sure she was ready for these babies, even buying clothes for them, even purchasing diapers, despite knowing they would never be her twins. Part of that left her crying some nights, weeping openly and rubbing her belly and asking her children to forgive her. She’d had her latest ultrasound and had even begged not to know the genders, just so she wouldn’t weep even more. But she chalked this up to preggo hormones when she was less emotional.
“No way am I going to have them,” she told herself. “I’m nearly there. We’re all nearly there.”
She was stylish. She was beautiful. She wore tight maternity dresses that made her a real eye-catcher. And she had learned more about home economics than she ever planned to. And now Jane was ready to turn back, the weight (literal and figurative) of nine months of pregnancy and transformation almost about to finally pass. When Carol wished her good luck on her final shift before her ‘maternity leave,’ Jane returned her hug, awkward as it was with her huge mound, and found herself beaming.
“You’ll be back before you know it,” Carol said.
“Don’t count on it!” Jane simply replied. “I’ve got a feeling I’ll be turning over a new damn leaf, that’s for sure.”
And the first thing she’d do, she vowed, once she was a man again, was track down Stacey Ackermann, make her his girlfriend, and be a strong, virile, sexual man again. It would wash the memory of this entire experience away utterly. She just knew it.
To Be Continued . . .