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This is a story originally written by the talented Pregfan. I'm uploading it here, but the story all belongs to him!

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July 10th

Summer term finally began today at the university, and as predicted, I'm feeling a little anxious. Internally, I'm divided really: part of me is terrified of going out and experiencing the "real world" on my own; but the other can't wait to experience life freely, and enjoy all that college and independence have to offer. I've decided to keep a diary on my life now. I think it will help me accurately reflect on my thoughts and feelings, and who knows, it might even prove to be an interesting read someday.

Just a little bit about myself before I continue writing. I'm Jack Blooming. Not the most pleasant name, I know; but it sounds respectable enough to make a good pen name (I'm a writer at heart, though I'm enrolled in the journalism program on campus) I'm a six-foot tall white male with brown hair, blue eyes, and of a fit build.

Back to last week....

I arrived on campus eight days ago with no shortage of tasks to complete, like registering for fall courses, interviewing with more student organizations, and reviewing my housing arrangements before the final arrangement deadline. The last detail took the longest to settle, since I wasn’t too thrilled about my placement in the literally historic 100 year old hall. Desperately seeking a better option, I perused the myriad of housing fliers posted around campus, until I found one that caught my eye. The ad plainly read:

"FREE HOUSING. SINGLE SPACE. AMENITIES. MONTHLY STIPEND. RESERVED FOR TEST SUBJECT IN CASE STUDY. MALES ONLY."

The incredible benefits allegedly offered by the flier, accompanied by its bold print, made me eager to apply for the spot. I jotted down the number and called it later that night. On the other end of the line, a woman gladly offered me to come in for an examination and interview for the study. I gladly agreed.

It was around 6pm when I arrived at the room number I was instructed to. Before I even entered, I could tell this was an enormous opportunity. The room was comfortably situated on the top floor of the newest building on campus, reserved primarily for the wealthiest or most prized students at the uni. Inside I found an extremely posh apartment, decorated in the finest modern furniture and decor available, somewhat reflectant on the "contemporary" personality who resided there. I was introduced to her simply as Emmelia. An attractive, athletic, and proudly feminine force, her demeanor matched perfectly with that of a nearly middle-aged cut-throat, ball-breaking businesswoman. Her physical features enhanced this aspect even more, as her ample breasts and killer smile could bring any man
to his knees.

Miss Emmelia was loosely associated with the medical community, and needed a subject for a privately-funded experiment regarding hormone therapy. This is where I came in (I hoped). An excellent conversationalist, Emma (as I call her), told me that she put up the offer herself so that she could better observe the subject herself, and because of all the "red tape" and possible conflict she might have with the board of directors over the study. We chatted for some time about our backgrounds, interests and goals. I asked her what the focus of the study was, and she explained to me that she wished to study the effects that mild amounts of gender-specific hormones such as estrogen and androgen have on men in college, and to see which hormone, if any, yields a more successful, "well rounded" man, as she curiously put it. The experiment was to last about three fourths of a year, likely ten months. If I was chosen, she explained, I would likely suffer some unpleasant, though non-threatening side effects, including nausea in the early portion, significant weight gain, as well as possible back pain and lessened mobility. There were a few guidelines as well; no alcohol, smoking, illegal drugs or extreme activity, including most sports and any fighting. None of these scared me, I've never been one to be sick, I'm relatively peaceful, and weight really isn't much of an issue for me; I've always been a somewhat fit guy. I guess now I won't play any contact sports, but I can still run and do aerobics to stay in shape. If I did get sick at any point, I thought, I would just buck up and deal with it: after all, a little discomfort is a small price to pay for no living expenses, not to forget living in the nicest, most luxurious apartment on campus.

When I told her of my interest in the study, she led me to what seemed to be a medical examining room, (complete with a sturdy table and all manner of diagnostic tools), and suddenly asked me to kindly remove the majority of my clothing, for the "examination period" of the interview. Not wanting to ruin the opportunity that possibly awaited me, I sheepishly unbuttoned my shirt, removed my shoes, unzipped my slacks and stood before her, with only my boxer-shorts remaining. Emma proceeded to keenly inspect every inch of me; she felt in places, and caught me quite off guard when she reached down and grabbed my genitals.

With a gingerly squeeze and a sly smile she announced,

"I have only one more examination to perform, Mr. Blooming. Please lie down on the table."

I complied and jumped on the table, while Emma approached towards the middle of the table, and placed her right hand over my abdomen. She then gently moved it circularly, and scribbled something down on a notepad. Emma then placed both of her supple hands over my flat stomach, applying light pressure to every portion of its small surface. This perplexed me a little. Why would this be necessary for a hormonal experiment? Does she think I'm at risk for an ulcer, or some gastrointestinal disorder?

When I informed her of my concerns, Emma eliminated all of my confusion by saying,

"I'm checking to see how smoothly your abdominal muscles can respond to the rather large amount of weight gain hormone injections can cause.
I don't want you to pull anything too badly when you put on some weight my dear." She laughed and concluded her inspections with a gentle slap on my belly.

Realizing what she had just said, I excitedly asked Emma if she meant that I was indeed chosen for the apartment, and to be in the study.

"Congratulations Mr. Blooming!" Emma responded as she shook my hand. "Now we only have a little bit of pain before the good times start. Tomorrow you will return here for the first and only hormonal injection, but you must remain in bed and sedentary for a whole day. After that, you can enjoy college life and your lovely apartment."

I hugged Miss Emma as I proceeded out her door to my new luxury apartment down the hall, and into my increasingly improving life.

 

July 10th - Part II

The next day, I walked to Emma's apartment in the early morning as promised; a little scared but otherwise prepared to put some discomfort behind me. This time, however, she was all business. Emma led me to her master bedroom, and instructed me to sit on the bed, on my knees, with my butt clearly exposed. She told me she was going to use a tube to insert a "hormone cocktail" a packet of different, compatible hormones into my blood supply via the GI tract in my intestine.

As I lay exposed and a little embarrassed, Emma dimmed the lights, applied her gloves, and grabbed several apperati which I couldn't discern from a tray near the door. She distracted me with the smooth sounds of a relaxation tape, but I was fully aware when the tube was inserted. The greatest pain came when something the size of a small walnut flew threw the tube and passed through my anus, burrowing all the way to my small intestine, where I *felt* it stop. After the initial pain subsided, I experienced a strange, lingering sensation of being "full" for some reason.

From there, Emma calmed me to sleep and attached restraining devices to make sure I wouldn't budge from my now flat, face first position on the bed.

I awoke the next day at noon with Emma beside me.

"Good morning! Everything went fine, I hope it wasn't too painful for you."

"Yeah. It wasn't too bad... my butt's a little sore and I kind of feel... full, bloated in my stomach."

"That would be the packet - it should be releasing the hormones. Everything is proceeding right on schedule. I'll get you some breakfast and you can go back to your room."

I ate, thanked her, and walked back down the hall to my room. Where, I promptly went right back to bed. July 6 was a very awkward day.

15 August -

Well, summer session proved to be a grind, but I managed to excel, even at the accelerated pace. So far, college life has been great; I've made some interesting new friends like Paul, an overweight football wannabe with interests similar to mine, like foreign films and stuff. And Sarah, a stunning blonde I had the pleasure to meet in my humanities class.

She's a really great person; she's caring, thoughtful, smart, funny, she has a beautiful face, a winning smile.... and some really big titties. Hah, I usually don't think about sex very often, but just the thought of that 5 foot 4 blonde beauty with those perfect, pouting breasts and those soft pink lips opening wide just for me has me... See, this is what I mean. For some reason I keep switching between extremes of being disgusted by it and obsessing over it. Maybe it has something to do with the hormones....

Speaking of hormones, I've been throwing up a lot for the past month or so. It usually occurs in the morning, as soon as I wake up. Fortunately, it usually subsides by my first class. Originally, I was rather startled by the frequency of my nausea, but I remembered that it *is* a side effect of the procedure, so I deal with it. Ginger-ale and soda crackers work best, by the way.

I've also noticed a rather curious side effect Emma didn't warn me about. I'm losing hair rapidly on my torso and abdomen. What used to be a pleasant patch of chest hair has been reduced to mere stubble, and my stomach is now completely bald. It looks kind of odd, looking down and seeing nothing but the clear white flesh. Well whatever, it's a little
price to pay for all the freebies I've received.

Aside from my nausea and the mild hair loss, life is going great, and I'm looking forward to meeting Sarah at the pool hall tonight. Wish me luck!

 

18 September -

It's been a while since I've written. Fall session has begun, and my academics are a little easier this time, given they're not compressed. But that's not as interesting as my personal life right now... The nausea has thankfully subsided, and my appetite has really begun to increase. Despite my efforts to cut back on the sweets, I'm inexplicably drawn to sweet,
sugary or fried foods... the worst for my waistline. I'm starting to gain weight, eight pounds to be exact. I've experienced ups and downs in weight before, but not like this...

It seems that the weight only goes to my stomach. There's a slight curve to my lower abdomen now, and it's a little troubling to be honest. I find my eyes being drawn to it when I look at myself in the mirror; it seems out of place, for all the weight to be in one area. The curve is especially pronounced due to the pure white flesh on my abdomen, since it's no longer hairy and shrouded. Hair or not, the growth of my stomach has me puzzled enough.

I spoke to Emma about it the other day and she simply laughed and leant down toward my midsection.

Patting my stomach she exclaimed, "Someone's been a little piggy over the past month! Seriously though Jack - it's nothing to worry about. It's all part of the hormone injection. Just relax. Besides, you could stand to gain a little weight."

Standing up, she continued, "But I do want to examine you, just to make sure everything is in order."

Emma once again led me into the examining room and had me lie on the table. But this time, she wheeled out a sonogram machine, I think it's called. I've seen doctors use these machines of pregnant women before, after pour slimy blue gel all over their massive spheres. It was no different for me, in fact. Emma unbuttoned my shirt and pulled down
my pants to expose only my stomach. She patted it, and continued to press on it, searching for a shape inside my abdomen that could only have been the packet. She then presented a slender bottle of the blue ultrasound liquid, squirted it on the gentle swell of the bottom half of my stomach, and grabbed the wand.

For a few minutes Emma explored my rising stomach with the wand, confirming her suspicions with clever smirks accompanied by "ooohs" and "aa-has" every now and then. She methodically made half-circles on my stomach with her free hand, circling the position where the wand was scanning.

"Well Jack," she said as she pointed toward the unintelligible data on the screen, "The packet is located right here, in front of your stomach and below the small intestine. As you can tell it's expanding, as it was programmed to do so to provide ample secretion of the hormones estrogen and progesterone during the-" she quickly stopped.

"During what?" I confusedly asked her.

"...During the hormonal secretion process." She exclaimed, recovering her composure. "At any rate," she continued, "The hormones are only causing local weight gain, around the area where the packet was implanted. And you're very healthy. So, just try and adapt to your new physique, and don't be so self conscious."

She cleaned the gel off of my stomach. I got dressed, thanked her for setting my mind to rest, and was on my way.

Maybe she's right. But the hormone treatment really hasn't affected me in any other way, not that I can think of at least. Aside from my boosted sex drive, I haven't experienced any hormonal changes.

 

12 October -

I've gained another six pounds since last month. The slight swell in my stomach has now blossomed into a *very* visible belly, about 35 inches around. My belly juts out from my body in a very awkward way, since I've gained little fat elsewhere. I'm getting weird looks from people around campus now, and my friends and professors keep advising me to stop eating crap and to get in shape. It seems no one, not even myself, appreciates or approves of my new image.

Except for Emma, of course. She continues to encourage my growth, buying me expensive meals and the most tempting desserts. Emma seems to be more cheerful and a little more pleasant now; she constantly thanks me for my participation in the project, and tells me she wouldn't know how she could've run the project without me. She's also made a habit out of feeling my belly whenever I see her. A little weird, I guess, but maybe she just likes her men younger and slightly out of shape. Heh.

One person who seemingly hasn't noticed the changes in my body is Sarah. She and I are flirting now as much as ever, and it feels good to not have someone give me crap about my expanding waistline for a change. In fact, what she has said about it was encouraging; that I shouldn't care what other people think, and that I should be happy with who I am now. This definitely points toward a relationship, I hope.

Anyway, Sarah wants to take a look at my apartment tonight and get some pizza, watch a movie. I'm hoping for more, but for right now I'll enjoy what I can.

 

13 October -

Last night was perhaps the most amazing, exciting night of my short life. Sarah came over at seven, and I promptly showed her around my apartment. She was impressed, to say the least, and expressed how envious she was that only men could participate in the study. We talked for a while before the pizza arrived. We took our slices to the couch in the TV room, and I put on Van Wilder, a staple on any college campus. During the movie I slyly placed my arm around her back across the sofa, to which she responded with a soft cooing sound. I knew things were going my way and I was pleased. We laughed and talked and enjoyed our company until about halfway through the movie... then, things started to get interesting.

Right before the midway of the movie, Sarah suddenly spun towards me, grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me passionately. Stunned, I jerked my head back and contemplated if this was really happening.

Sarah, concerned, looked me straight in the eyes.

"Am I revolting to you?" She asked meekly, like she had been hurt by my withdrawal.

Regaining my senses, I answered her question by pulling her toward me and kissing her as fervently as I could muster.

Enjoying every moment of our movie make-out session, Sarah replied "Whew... thank God. I thought you didn't want that for a moment." Laughing, I joined her again and we continued our furious kissing, only now we were losing clothes as fast as possible. It was kind of funny actually, the two of us looked us inexperienced teenagers, fumbling nervously for each others clothes because of all the excitement.

As I removed my shirt in my seating position on the sofa, Sarah excitedly blurted out,

"Can I feel it?" Her eyes raced from my flat chest all the way to my large, expanding ball of a belly.

Perplexed, I looked at Sarah and realized that her beautiful blue eyes wanted something; they were literally fixed on my fleshy mound.

Admittedly confused, but not wanting to ruin the evening I said "Sure, go ahead."

With that, Sarah's eyes beamed as brightly as they could, and she slowly, nervously extended her right hand and placed it on my rounded belly. She smiled widely. Sarah then moved her hand circularly over my belly, pushing down a little each time. She explored the growing space from top to the bottom, her hand gently rolling over the hill that was my rounding mound. Sarah giggled like a little girl and brought her other hand into the adventure. With both hands she pushed lightly on the opposing sides of my belly, trying to gauge if there was anything in there. The sheer sensuality of her massage stunned me. She looked so giddy, like a little child on their birthday or at Disney Land. For the next twenty minutes, Sarah explored each and every contour of my rounded belly, caressing the soft skin and searching for shapes and scanning each and every portion of my expanding thirty-six inch waistline with her caring hands.

At first I was a little apprehensive about her touching me in such an unusual place, but after a while the warmth from the hands and the pressure she was creating with them felt glorious, so I let her continue as she pleased. I don't know why she was attracted to my large stomach, Sarah herself didn't know; or at least she couldn't explain.

After another ten minutes of her exquisite belly massage, she decided that it wasn't enough; she had to have me. And I had to have her as well.

I brought her to my bedroom, and we jumped in together, leading to some truly wild foreplay. Sarah could and *did* do things so exotic and pleasuring I'd never even imagined them. Her beaming eyes moved off my belly once they caught a glimpse of my throbbing dick. Sarah got down on the bed and proceeded to pleasure me orally, which was the most powerful and enjoyable blowjob I'd ever experienced. So I, of course, returned the favor. Finishing with our hedonistic acts, we decided it was time for good ole fashion sex. I climbed on top of her; her engorged pussy flowing over with juices, and she accepted me. For an hour I thrust my penis inside of her, giving her what she said was the greatest pleasure
she'd ever felt. Having a seven inch penis can help with that, heh. We both climaxed, which was a first for her during sex, and quietly set down for the exhausted "after period" that always follows. We pillow talked for a bit; I told her she was the most incredible woman I'd ever met; she told me she gave me the best pleasure she's ever experienced and that she badly wanted more. I agreed. While still drowsy but not yet asleep, Sarah commented that my belly was "cute" and that she thought it was
supremely sexy. I smiled and laughed. I can't really understand why a woman would think a fat guy's stomach would be sexy; but I wasn't complaining.

Sarah fell asleep in a curl position across the bed, with her beautiful forehead and right ear resting lovingly on top of my bulging belly.



-- Edited by theKicking on Tuesday 8th of March 2011 07:31:09 PM

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8 November

Well it's now November, and things around the university have really entered into a regular "routine" for me. This includes the steady expansion of my ballooning midsection. This is no shocker to me, of course; as it's been happening since about 2 months into the Study I'm participating in for Emma. But things feel... I don't know... different, now. My waist is almost 38 inches around now. It's gone from barely concealable to blatantly apparent in appearance, and I'm really starting to hear it from my friends now. Luckily I haven't gone back home since September, so my parents and family don't know about my rather substantial weight gain... at least yet.

Despite my fears and anxiety about it, the continued weight gain is quickly becoming the least of my concerns... I'll explain. Yesterday, I decided I should at least *attempt* to lose some weight and get back into shape. While I know not to do anything too strenuous, I figured I'd go for a jog. Well after 20 minutes of a taxing but otherwise uneventful run, I got back to my apartment and started to undress. After removing my tight-fitting sweatpants and stripping to just my boxers, I laid down on my bed, hoping for a quick nap. Laying face up on the bed enabled me to gaze directly upon the smooth, white flesh of my "cute" tummy, watching it slowly rise and fall with every breath. My observation continued for a few minutes, until I was startled and shocked by a new, unexpected sensation. Suddenly I felt, from deep within my abdominal walls, a faint, but definitely noticeable... poke.

Too shocked to move, I simply gasped, and placed my right hand on the upper-right-hand portion of my belly where I initially felt it. Over the next twenty minutes I lay there silent, feeling more of the strange movements from within. While I initially thought it to be merely intestinal blockage or "butterflies" in my stomach, I soon recognized that these were forceful, and could only have been a direct cause of the packet that Emma "inserted" into me back in July.

I don't know what to think right now... I'm startled and panicked to say the least. This likely is another normal side effect from the procedure, but I'm going to see Emma tomorrow... just to make sure everything's alright.

9 November - The Revelation

Jack walks down the hallway of the apartment complex and quickly stops at Emma's door. Knocking anxiously, he calls to her,

"Emma, are you there? It's Jack.... I'm sorry, but I really need to see you."

The door opens and Emma steps out into the hallway with an initial look of annoyance. Her frown, however, turns to a shy smirk when she notices Jack's expanding girth.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite blossoming boy!" Emma remarks as she leans forward and places a hand on Jack's now obvious bump. "I haven't seen you in a couple of weeks, but I can tell you haven't hesitated at the dinner table." Emma laughed as she continued to pat Jack's stomach through his button-down shirt.

"It's about that, actually..." Jack paused before continuing, "Yesterday... I swear I *felt* something in there." Jack exclaimed, guiding Emma's hand to the exact spot on his belly where he felt the awkward movement.

Emma's smile deteriorated to a more cautious, knowing grin. "Well why don't you come inside, and we'll get you all checked out? How about it?"

Jack nodded, and they both entered Emma's apartment.

"Alright Jack, same procedure as usual," Emma noted as they both entered the "examination" room, as Emma liked to call it. "I just need you to lay down.... I'm going to do a new procedure today, before we take a peek inside that growing abdomen of yours." Emma informed Jack. She then reached onto Jack's shirt and slowly, methodically unbuttoned each button, and opened the shirt to reveal exactly what she had hoped to see: a beautiful belly, 38 inches around, shimmering with sweat before her.

Placing her hand once again on the rounded curve, Emma gasped, "My....the project is coming along very well indeed!" she smirked.

"Time for the new examination I mentioned," Emma announced, as she pulled away from Jack to grab a tape-measurer. Emma then placed her forefingers softly at the bottom of Jack's growing mound, and gently probed for some unknown landmark within. "Aaah, there it is..." Emma remarked as she pulled the tape measurer forward towards the beginning of Jack's blooming middle, where she repeated the same prodding.

"21 centimeters... that's about right for this stage of the program." Emma said as she put the tape measurer away.

"So it's normal?" Jack asked confusedly. "I'm sorry Emma, but I'd like to know why this project seems to focus almost entirely on this," Jack asked as he poked his stomach directly in the navel.

"Well Jack... the time has come for you to learn the truth..." Emma paused, "You’ll definitely realize what's happening during the sonogram."

"I don't understand..." Jack simply shook his head and straightened his back, awaiting the familiar part of the exam; and hopefully some answers as to why his belly seemed to be moving, even now.

With that, Emma rolled out the sonogram cart, including the bottle of that transparent gel. She applied a liberal amount to the bottom-portion of Jack's distended abdomen, and switched the machine on. Pressing down on soft, pliant skin, Emma glided the ultrasound wand smoothly across the shiny, slick surface of Jack's rounded tummy. Jack felt the pressure on his stomach, but was more concerned with the strange, "kicking" sensation in his gut that had continued throughout Emma's probing.

Stopping at the apex, Emma held the wand firmly in place and said to Jack, admittingly, "Jack - here's the source of all your discomforts, expansion and growth..."

Jack gazed eagerly at the television screen, until his eyes came across something shocking: his unborn daughter, kicking gently inside his belly.

"Oh my God..." Jack stared agape. "Is that... what I think.... what's happening..." Jack's speech continued ramblingly, shocked at his own realization.

"Jack...." Emma was silent for a moment, then continued, "I didn't want to tell you this so soon... but..." she stopped.

"You're pregnant." Emma said bluntly. Jack, sat on the table dazed and confused.

"Me... pregnant..." Jack whispered to himself. "I can't believe it... that's just not possible, is it?" he asked Emma.

"Well it shouldn't be, but I think your daughter in *here* disagrees." Emma joked, patting the peak of Jack's rising mound.

Emma's touch earned Jack a swift response from his now identified passenger, as his daughter replied deftly with what felt like a punch to the area Emma patted.

"Wow... I just don't know what to think." Jack stated, still in shock. "Part of me is absolutely furious with you for your deceit.... but then..." He stopped.

"It seems like I've known I was pregnant for a while now... I just never consciously understood it." He stated. "I understand it all now..." Jack said, quietly cradling his newly discovered pregnancy. "I'm pregnant. That's why I've only been gaining weight in my belly... and that wasn't a packet I felt rumbling inside.... It was my baby... My daughter.... Kicking me, trying to tell me she existed." Jack said acceptingly.

"I only have one question now, Emma... How was all of this possible?" Jack braced himself for a long explanation.

Emma smiled warmly at Jack and, in an apologetic tone, "Jack, I'm sorry I did this to you without your total consent. But I'm well aware that most men would never think of doing something so bizarre and fantastic as being pregnant. You were the most qualified candidate, and you seemed like a person who could be trusted with my research's latest... development." Emma then begun the explanation.

"What I implanted in you was no 'hormone packet' as I had previously told you... it is an artificial uterus that our top bio-med team has been working on for the past 3 years. Inside, it contained the embryo that is now your blossoming daughter... we fertilized an egg from the lab with your very own sperm, which I obtained after the quick genital exam I performed on you during our initial meeting. Again, I'm terribly sorry about putting you through this, and I can only hope you don't hate me after revealing the truth." Emma looked at Jack, worriedly.

Jack expressed his feelings as Emma wiped the ultrasound gel off his now fertile midsection, "I don't hate you, Emma... I'm just shocked and confused. But I'm strangely happy, too.... I don't know, I just need some time to sort all of this out."

"I'm glad you can be calm about this Jack. Thank you." Emma seemed greatly relieved.

"I think you should go home now to let all of this sink in, and come back to me in a few days. Okay?" She asked him warmly.

"Yeah, that definitely sounds good." Jack said keenly.

The two figures; a sexy, 30-something medical genius and a clearly pregnant college boy; hugged in hallway, before parting ways.

Upon returning home, Jack stripped himself naked and quickly went to bed; his hands traveling gently across his pregnant belly.

10 November

I had a very stressful day yesterday, but I finally found out the truth behind my mysterious condition.

I'm pregnant.

...

I, an eighteen year old MAN; am pregnant. I have been for quite some time now. Emma says I'm about 19 weeks along as of right now.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around all of this, but its odd: it's like my body has known about it from the start; my mind just overlooked all of the subtle signs. Right now I can't fathom how I was able to completely ignore my severe nausea, diminished body hair, occasional mood swings, and of course the blossoming my belly has done over the past four months, not to mention the little movements I've felt inside it.

Although I'm extremely shocked and a little hurt by Emma's actions in "impregnating" me, I'm actually kind of relieved and happy that all of this is happening to me. I've always been amazed by the beauty of pregnant women, and I'm now starting to feel very excited about being able to experience everything they go through: after all; I went through
most of the lows of pregnancy without even knowing about it!

While I want to thoroughly enjoy my pregnancy, I realize that it must be kept an absolute secret; which will likely present a few problems. I'll have to spend greater care planning my daily activities and concealing myself in public. I must also distance myself a little from all the friends I've made here at the Uni, who have no doubt been wondering about me. My most
important concern is Sarah; I find myself wondering if I should reveal my pregnancy to her, since she has previously paid so much attention to my smaller paunch. Undoubtedly, her fascination with my belly will increase as the pregnancy progresses, and Emma says that, based on my growth up to this point; I'm going to be HUGE! At any rate, I can worry about my
relationship with Sarah later; right now I'm more worried about my trip home this week. This weekend is the beginning of Thanksgiving break, and I'm returning home to visit my family for four days. Hopefully, they won't pay too much attention to my roomy midsection, and will think of it as merely the "Freshman 15". Of course I will be babysitting my half brother's twelve year old daughter - Jennifer. She's a very affectionate, as well as observant girl; gifted and all that. I can only hope she doesn't touch me too much or ask too many questions about my bump.

Oh yes, my bump. I forgot to mention how simply amazed I am by its appearance, size, and weight. I can't believe how round my belly is; it looks like it's taking the shape of a perfect oval as it slowly continues to jut forth proudly from my constantly changing body. I can picture it distending even further, rounding even smoother, until I'm able to lift and bounce its hefty shape from underneath. I'm also amazed by the texture of my belly; how it's incredibly hard and resilient, not exceedingly soft and saggy like a regular fat gut. Emma told me how the simulated uterus inside me acts as the genuine deal; creating a thick, pronounced, muscular womb for my daughter to develop and thrive in.

That's right... my *daughter*. The occupant of my expectant tummy, the person I'm finding it difficult not to spend every moment caressing in my burgeoning belly. I've only felt her move about two times, which Emma believes happened only because of the intense pressure I had applied to my stomach in my self examinations. She believes its still a little too early to feel any regular movement yet, but that I only have to wait a couple of weeks before my baby makes her presence known on a regular basis. Either way, I don't care; I'm just so excited to have felt that initial kick, jab, somersault, hiccup; whatever it was, I'll never forget it.

It is a little weird, all the sentimental emotions I've been feeling the past five months, but Emma says that's completely normal, as the uterine accessory is producing ample amounts of female hormones such as estrogen and progesterone in sustaining the pregnancy. Personally, I'm okay with it; I'm just concerned as to how my family will react if I suddenly become all "mushy" on them.

I'll try and write again before I jump on the plane ride home; now if you don't excuse me, there's a pregnant boy who needs a bath.

13 November – (20 Weeks Pregnant!)

Its been three days since my last post, and not only am I officially on Thanksgiving break; I think I've finally realized that I actually *am* pregnant, and I've become just a bit concerned about my appearance in public from this point on. Before today I knew that I was pregnant, but I never really stopped to think about the way I look to my friends, as well as society in general. Miss Emma told me that I'm about twenty weeks pregnant as of today, and that marks the halfway point of my pregnancy. I can't believe how I was completely unaware during so much of my pregnant experience, I feel kind of sad about it in retrospect. But that's why I've made a commitment to thoroughly enjoying the rest of this blessing I'm going through right now. So, I've begun to label every entry I make to this journal with a week total. It should definitely help me keep track of my progress, as well as "pump me up" for the events I've yet to experience.

As I mentioned earlier, I'm starting to carefully consider the clothing choices I make in public now. Its safe to say that the color white is a no-no now, as I really wouldn't want any more attention than I already get. Something also tells me that my now-snug collection of athletic and concert t-shirts aren't the best choice either; because even though they still fit, they really stretch and help accentuate the adequate, gently sloping curves of my gravid middle. I'm confident Sarah would have no qualms about me wearing them, but I honestly don't feel like walking around the airport with a tight, tight t-shirt clinging to my mound and showing off my noticeable water balloon belly. With my trip home in a few days, I'm going to stick to dark colors and button-down dress shirts; which I hardly believe will arouse suspicion.

Since I'm celebrating the mid-point of my pregnancy, I'm going to start a new trend in my entries, where I describe the latest up-to-date changes in my fecund figure. Emma gave me this idea, after my check up with her this morning. First, she stood behind me and used a measuring tape to ascertain my stomach's width; she was a little surprised when it revealed I'm 39 full inches around. She thinks my waistline will be a thing of the past by next week, but I can only hope the change can wait a little longer until after I get back from break. Emma also showed me a cool medical procedure in the privacy of my own room. While laying on my bed, Emma used her warm hands to feel for the false uterus within me; and, after a minute or so, she found its base at the top of my pelvis, on the furthest southern point of my belly. Placing her left hand firmly above my pelvis, Emma used her right and probed for the top of the device, which she discovered just beneath my diaphragm, essentially at the highest possible point on my abdomen.

Grabbing the measuring tape, she pressed it gently against my paunch in a straight line, and told me my growth is still around 21 centimeters long. Emma explained that 21 centimeters was my "Fundal Height", or the height of the uterus, from the bottom to its top, or "fundus". She also said that, ideally, the fundal height of a pregnant woman (or man in this case), should be within 2 centimeters of that woman's week of pregnancy. For me, being 20 weeks pregnant and having a fundal height of 21 centimeters, is a healthy, common situation, begging no need for concern. Really, I think it's kinda neat; now I can check my own fundal height, all I need is a willing partner who can keep a secret!

I'm leaving for home on the 17th, so I'll try and write as soon as I unpack. Wish me luck!

18 November – (20 Weeks Pregnant!)

I'm back home in sunny Florida right now, enjoying my break. Before I left, I was more than a little worried about my trip home, and any potential reactions my family might have to my new physique. Fortunately though, no one has really said much about my shape, likely out of respect for my feelings.

The only real scare I've experienced thus far was my mother pinching my stomach and commenting on how great the school dining services must be. I brushed her off as usual, and let her know I'm sensitive to comments about my weight or appearance, and she's since stopped. My father I don't think has noticed, and my sister doesn't seem to care really; she only suggested I refrain from so much booze and only oblige in "the occasional keg stand". I can only imagine what her reaction would be if she knew that this "jelly belly" of mine contained much more than just beer and pizza, but a *real* baby.

I don't think she could ever believe that, which is one reason I feel confident that my condition won't be "discovered"; it's just too impossible for anyone to comprehend. Then again my family isn't really the "touchy, feely" type; I'm sure they'd be more suspicious if they could actually feel the firm, taut skin of my belly.

This is why I have to worry about my little niece Jennifer, her mother just had another baby, and the pregnant shape and image is undoubtedly fresh in her mind... I'll be babysitting her in two days; I just hope she doesn't ask questions.


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20 November – (21 Weeks Pregnant!)

"Man, this drizzle sure is taking its time to clear up," Jack murmured quietly to himself, rubbing his belly as he waits nervously for his brother Tom to arrive. The lingering rain refused to leave the skyline totally, and even now, at 6 PM, after 4 hours of lingering, it remained; ruining both the day and evening for Florida's entire east coast. Jack's anxious pacing through his family's spacious two-floor, beach-front home, was centered around his vigilant search for his brother's red minivan.

Jack's family was always a little hard to define; he had a full sister, and an older half-brother, (Tom) whom his father had much earlier through a previous marriage. His father's marital habits resulted in a very odd situation for Jack; having a 22 year old sister as well as a 32 year-old half-brother, a 12 year old niece, and an infant nephew. Although he loved his niece, Jack never really felt comfortable with the peculiarity of the small age gap; most people thought of Jennifer as a younger sibling of his, rather than his brother's daughter. He then wondered about the status of *his* baby, and what he or Miss Emma would do with his daughter after the birth... "Oh my God, I haven't even thought about giving birth..." the thought suddenly strung Jack's mind. "What's going to happen, how will it be handled, will I be alright?" Jack quickly assured himself there was still plenty of time to answer those questions at the university.

Putting all of that aside, Jack's only concern right now was what he would do in the ensuing 6 hours. Jack realized one absolute certainty, he would have to stop stroking his abdomen, which he'd been doing absentmindedly for some time now. Doing that would certainly draw curiosity, and he wanted as little attention to his body as possible right now.

Jack finally became relieved as he saw the red Caravan pull up to the house. A tall, muscular figure stepped out of the car, dressed in a fine tuxedo.

"Heya Jack! Thanks so much for watching Jennifer for us tonight! Aunt Ruth is taking our newest addition, little Maxwell."

"No problem bro. I know how desperately you need to get out for a little while. Have fun with mom and dad at dinner and the opera!" Jack said cheerfully, after all, he'd never been one for opera.

"Thanks so much! Well, I'm going to unleash her on ya" Tom said as he opened the passenger door. "Can I see uncle Jack now?", Jack heard his niece's voice from within the car.

"I know sweetie" Tom chuckled. "Well anyway, make sure she's in bed by eleven. Don't wait up for mom and dad, they'll be back late; Jenny can just stay with you guys for the night. Oh, and Jack" he trailed off, "Watch the pizza, would you?" Both men chuckled as the minivan drove off, and Jennifer came racing up the hardwood steps toward her favorite (and only) uncle in the whole wide world.

"Uncle Jack!" Jennifer cried as the energetic middle schooler grasped Jack's midsection in a gleeful hug.

"Oof. Hahah, I'm glad to see you too Jenny! That's quite some hug! Have you gotten stronger AND faster?" Jack smiled, until he finally noticed that his niece was perfectly eye-level to his stomach, and she currently had her face nuzzled against his essentially five months pregnant belly. Before he could pry her loving arms off of his waist, Jack felt Jenny's hands retreat from his back, and relocate to his stomach; on opposite, horizontal ends.

"This is new..." Jenny continued to stare curiously at Jack's stomach. "What happened to your tummy, uncle Jack?" she asked innocently.

"Nothing... really. I've just had a hard time adjusting to college life, and I put on some weight; it's pretty common, we call it the 'Freshman 15'." Jack quickly responded, gently grabbing Jenny's hands and moving them away from his torso.

"Ooh," Jenny continued, her index finger slowly poking Jack's belly, "You better watch whatcha eat, uncle Jack; or you'll look like momma did when she was pregnant." Jenny confidently warned while absentmindedly pulling on her ponytail.

"Heh, I'll be sure to pumpkin. Now whaddya say we head inside, and get some grub?" Jack asked, leading his niece into the entryway and shutting the door.

Five hours, three Disney movies, three Nintendo games, and two large pizzas later, Jack was feeling full and a little tired. It was time for him to put Jenny in bed, but Jack didn't want to treat her like a little kid anymore; Jennifer herself put it best in protest, "I'm in the sixth grade, you don't need to treat me like a little kid." Jack thought it was funny how little his niece knew about real life, but he found her determination to be independent cute and inspiring.

"You're right, I shouldn't treat you like a little kid; now go upstairs and tuck yourself into bed." Jack said as he hugged his niece goodnight and headed upstairs into the master bedroom. He was prepared for a luxurious shower in his dad's brand new state-of-the-art walk-in shower.

As he was starting to undress in the master bathroom, Jack saw Jennifer's head peak in through the bedroom door. He wrapped his bathrobe securely around him and approached the girl.

"What's wrong Jenny?" Jack questioned her.

"Nothing; I just don't feel like going to bed." she stated plainly.

"Well I'm sorry honey but you'll have to try, remember you've got to get up early tomorrow so you and your dad can go to the zoo." Jack explained lovingly, as he re-entered the bathroom and
closed the door.

"Alright, thanks uncle Jack" he heard Jenny's voice, followed by the sound of the bedroom door slowly closing shut.

"Time to try this bad boy out" Jack thought excitedly to himself, as he disrobed and stepped into the shower.

Jack turned both levers to the medium mark, and stepped into a warm and relaxing rainfall provided by the fancy showerhead installed securely in the ceiling above him. From the very instant he felt the water on his skin, Jack's eyes and hands were focused intently on his blossoming mound. Since he had been home, Jack really didn't have the time or courage to pet his gravid dome, let alone gaze at it openly; in fact, Jack had been so cautious to hide his figure that he had been sleeping in baggy clothing every night. But now, as he stood completely naked in the pleasing warmth of the shower, he couldn't stop examining and massaging every inch of his promising, five months pregnant belly. He absolutely adored his formidable globe, and he right now he couldn't resist pouring the lather on the apex of his stomach and watching it slowly trickle down the gentle yet rolling slope of his life bearing belly, rubbing it in circular patterns ambidextrously. Jack hadn't experienced anything this pleasurable since his last date with Sarah...

"Sarah... that's right... I wonder if I should tell her" Jack raised his hands to his hair, applying some much needed conditioner for his soft brown hair. "No. She'd never believe me; she'd think I was crazy..."

"But, then again.." Jack's thoughts and hands drifted back to the sides of his protruding midriff, "If I keep prancing around naked for her, she'll *definitely* know something is up; she loves to caress my baby belly as is... she knows it's hard and firm, not flabby like fat... Hell, she probably subconsciously knows I *am* pregnant right now. Women have to have an intuition about that..."

"I think I should tell her when I get back." Jack decided as he stepped out of the shower and began drying off. He threw his boxers back on and left his robe wide open for the short trip from the bathroom to the bed, and as he opened the door he received a huge shock.

Jennifer was sitting on the edge of the bed, directly facing Jack, her eyes wide, mouth open in wonder as she gazed longingly at his glimmering white belly, the rounded orb jutting forth and still shiny from the shower gel.

"Wow.. you... you really do look pregnant!" was all Jack's amazed niece could manage to say at the moment.

Jack, moving his robe to cover his stomach, pleaded with her, "It's not what it looks like, I've just had some very bad weight gain... Honey, please don't tell anyone you saw me like this. Okay?"

"I won't say anything... on one condition..." Jack could see the wheels in her mind turning.

"And what's that?" He asked her nervously.

"Let me feel it." She stated boldly.

"What?" He asked.

"I want to feel your tummy, to see if it's like mom's was when she was pregnant... it looks just like hers did." the little girl had made her odd request.

"Alright fine," Jack reluctantly agreed, "But men can't be pregnant and you *never* saw me like this. Okay Jenny?" he made his concerns known as he threw on some sweat shorts.

Jenny nodded, and Jack plopped down on the bed next to her; he lay flat on his back. Taking one of Jenny's hands into his, Jack gently opened his robe's front, revealing the spherical treasure within. "This is *so* cool!" Jenny whispered excitedly as Jack guided her eager hands over every imaginable contour of his rounding belly. Pressing down lightly in spots, Jenny couldn't stop herself, "Your tummy's so round and hard, just like mom's was when she was pregnant. She used to let me feel the baby kicking, I even got to sing to the baby, and listen for it's heartbeat." she exclaimed. "Oh really? How did that go?" Jack questioned. "It was simple," she stated. "All I did was this," Jenny slowly put both of her hands on opposite ends of Jack's enlarged abdomen, cocked her head, and placed her right ear firmly on his navel. Listening keenly, she whispered softly, "Helloooo? Baby, are you in there? Are you in Uncle Jack's tummy?", she patted Jack's belly lovingly, expecting to receive a kick in response.

"Not finding what you're looking for?" Jack grinned sharply, wishing she would get off him.

"Of course not, you're a man. Men can't have babies. Your tummy just looks and feels a lot like mom's did. But I can pretend, can't I?" his niece asked sincerely.

"You can imagine all you like, just as long as you know your uncle's just a little fat, not pregnant." Jack reminded her again, this time with a laugh.

"So, will you go to bed now?" Jack asked her, preparing to close his robe and crawl into bed.

"Of course; so long as I pretend *one* more time..." Jenny smiled, this time holding up a small bottle of Crayola Kids paint, and a brush.

"Be quick with it and then get to bed..." Jack sighed as he resigned his middle once more to his frighteningly observant and imaginative niece.

Later that night, Jack lies peacefully asleep in bed, smiling fully. Under the covers, Jack's hand lies dormant across the width of his impressive, fleshy canvas. On his bump; a crudely painted arrow pointing inward, and a message: "Baby inside! Love you baby belly - cousin Jennifer."

27 November (22 Weeks Pregnant!)

Today I'm officially twenty-two weeks pregnant, I've reached the 6th month of pregnancy milestone! I'm now only a few short months until I pop! Emma told me that my due date should be around April 9th, 2006. I can't wait!

Thanksgiving Break has come and gone, and I'm back at the University now. Overall, my trip back home was fun; aside from a few embarrassing requests from my niece, none of my family really noticed or commented on my "condition". I'm just glad to be back at school, where I can continue to live quietly and enjoy my secret pregnancy without worrying about family. I never actually discussed my Christmas plans with them, but I'm going to try my best to stay here, since I'll be noticeably larger by then.

Speaking of large, I woke up today to some very cool developments taking place within my body. Firstly, whatever was left of my waistline is totally gone now; my belly has ballooned to about 41 and a half inches around, its becoming an absolute force to be reckoned with! My pregnant belly truly is an amazing sight for me, I can't believe how HARD it is, it literally feels drum-tight, and I think I can feel the outlines of my implanted uterus through my abdominal walls. Secondly, I think I'm starting to develop breasts! I've been wondering about this ever since I found out I was pregnant; I'll have to ask Emma if I'll be lactating near the end of my pregnancy, as my breasts have grown to a low A-cup, they're not particularly big, more like fleshier, rounder versions of the muscular pecs I used to maintain. Finally, is my weight gain. Despite gaining a total of eighteen pounds so far, it really looks like the weight has only gone to my belly, as the rest of my body still looks almost as thin as I was before the study began. It looks really cute and awkward when I stand in front of mirror in a profile, I'm still very skinny, but with this massive belly on an otherwise twig frame. You could safely say that so far, I'm "all belly, all baby"!

But the neatest thing I've experienced yet happened last night, shortly before bedtime. Recently, I've been spending a lot of time learning about my very pregnant body on the internet, and, while searching medical sites, I found an article detailing the benefits of playing music to your unborn child after the twentieth week of gestation. Thinking it'd be a fun activity, I threw off my tank top, switched on my mp3 player and strapped the largest pair of headphones I could find to the sides of my rounded, expectant tummy. After about twenty minutes of pacing around the
apartment, I sat down on the recliner in my TV room. As soon as I assumed the sitting position, I was greeted with a powerful kick to the upper right hand corner of my burgeoning belly. Overjoyed, I immediately looked down and placed a hand on my swollen mound. The real surprise came with the next movement, which I was not only able to feel, but I actually *saw* my baby's foot protrude from the top right corner of my gravid bulge. The kicks that I've been receiving are really difficult to describe; it’s a really alien feeling; but once you've felt it, there's absolutely no other feeling in the world that can compare. There is nothing so awesome as feeling and *watching* your baby move from the outside!

This has gotten me so excited, I just want to run out into the halls and scream that I'm a pregnant man, and I love it; but I know that I can't bring any attention to myself, and I'm worrying about seeing Sarah, let alone telling her the truth. I'm scheduled for a check-up with Emma in the beginning of December, I'm definitely going to ask her about my current situation.
December 9 (23 Weeks Pregnant!)

I had my first six-month examination with Emma today; I had been looking forward to it for quite some time, so I was excited as soon as I got up around seven this morning. After showering and eating breakfast, I roamed into my closet, trying to decide what to wear for my appointment. I chose a spacious and funny tank top I had ordered online, with the words "Under Construction" written across my gut. I remembered Emma telling me that I needed to have a full bladder for this exam, something about getting better images on the ultrasound machine; so I hastily chugged two whole eight ounce bottles of water, and headed out the door to Emma's apartment.

I could hear another woman's voice and melodious laughter before I even knocked on her door. "Emma has friends over?" I nervously thought to myself. Before I could turn around and head back, I heard the door open, and Emma greeted me warmly, as usual.

"Hello Jack! I'm almost ready for your exam, but first, I'd like you to meet someone" she said as she welcomed me in, and turned me towards a fine looking brunette, about twenty-six years old if I had to guess.

"I'd like to introduce you to a colleague of mine" she continued, "Jack, meet Alexia; Alexia, Jack"

"Good morning Mr. Blooming, it's nice to finally meet you" she smiled, shaking my hand firmly.

"Alexia and I have spent several months developing the technology which allowed you to wear that adorable shirt." Emma laughed, as she pointed toward my midsection.

"So did it really work, Em? Is this boy really pregnant?" Alexia asked her friend.

"Without a doubt, my dear friend; our lovely Jack here is currently sixth months along, and he's progressing normally." Emma proclaimed to her astonished, gleeful friend.

"That's incredible! Do you think he'll have a baby for me as well?" she asked, reaching down and patting the sides of my belly.

"That's entirely up to Mr. Blooming; but if he does, he'll once again receive all of the benefits he's entitled to now." Emma responded.

"I'm sorry for the delay, Jack. Now, let's see what's going on in that tummy of yours!" Emma happily remarked.

Emma led me to the examination room, and grabbed a seat for Alexia. Knowing the drill, I removed my shirt as Emma switched on the ultrasound.

"Wow... he certainly looks pregnant!" said Alexia.

"I certainly am" I stated cheerily, "It's an unmistakable feeling!" Sitting on the table at a forty-five degree angle *really* helped to enhance the shape of my firm mound. Staring down at it, I could see why Alexia was so excited. Looking down, I noticed how large I truly was; because of my crunched posture, my belly jutted straight up into the air, perfectly rounded at forty-one inches.

"Let's get this show on the road" Emma smirked as she squirted the cold blue gel on the bottom of my big belly. Emma grabbed the ultrasound wand, and pressed down on the small hill of gel. She then slid the wand across my abdomen, spreading a trail of blue gel across the entire surface.

Stopping at a point near the top of my bump, Emma pointed to the monitor, "There we are Jack! That's your baby girl in there! See her little arms and feet?" Emma continued to point at the screen; I started to choke up. "I see... she's so beautiful."

Alexia was as speechless as I, it seemed. "This is unbelievable, Emma! It's everything we've worked for!" she stated excitedly. Emma smiled back at her colleague, as if to say "I told you so!". Meanwhile, my sentimental feelings were interrupted by a wince.

"Are you alright Jack? Is your skin sore?" Emma asked. "No, I'm fine. It's just I drank two big bottles of water like you said, and now I really gotta pee." I explained, feeling a little embarrassed.

"That's okay Jack; as I've been pressing your tummy with the wand, I'm also pushing down on your bladder, which is just beneath your uterine apparatus." Emma's hands made a circular motion on the middle of my belly. "It always helps when you have a full bladder before an ultrasound; the fullness and the water help the waves create clearer pictures. But we're done with that now." she explained as she grabbed a towel and gently wiped the gel off my belly's ample surface. I thanked her, and quickly excused myself to use the bathroom.

When I returned, Emma told me it was time to measure my uterus, just like last time. "Lie back a little farther, please." she said as she placed her hands in the familiar position, one at each vertical end of my dome. Pressing down lightly, she noted "I'm assessing the entire uterus... we must've caught your baby napping; usually any kind of firm pressure on the pregnant abdomen will provoke fetal movement. Emma grabbed the measuring tape, and stretched it out across my belly.

"You're 23 centimeters today, which is just perfect for your 23rd week of pregnancy." Emma put down the tape, but continued to feel my belly.

"Aside from everything being completely normal, I'm sure you'll be happy to learn that I'm not seeing any stretch marks on this beautiful mound." she smiled, then continued "You're very lucky. They're the bane of most women's pregnancies. I don't know if you've been eating the right food or just plain are lucky, but you've avoided a constant gripe of pregnancy. They could still develop though; so just to be cautious, I'm going to give you some cream, its called "belly butter"; you should apply it twice a day to this work of art, it should help alleviate the itchiness, as well as moisturize your skin."

"Cool," I thought happily to myself, "I bet this stuff sure beats shower gel... I can do this on my bed!"

She then ran her fingers across the middle of my bulge, "I can also see a very faint pink line running down the middle of your tummy. Don't worry about it Jack, it's also completely normal. It's called the linea nigra, and many pregnant women develop it after their skin stretches too quickly during pregnancy. One word of caution, however, I'd be extra cautious around your friends and even strangers now, it is a dead giveaway that a woman is pregnant, and it definitely gives more emphasis to your pregnant belly."

"About that, Emma" I started cautiously as Emma looked at me carefully. "There's this girl I've been dating here at the university; she's been fascinated by my bump ever since October, before I even knew I was pregnant." I continued. "She's been dying to see me lately, and I really want to tell her that I'm pregnant; but I don't know if you would approve..."

Emma bruxed her teeth and raised her eyebrows, deep in thought, "You're saying she's been obsessed with your belly for a while now?"

"Yes, for about a month now. She keeps patting and rubbing it, although she's never once made a comment about me looking pregnant." I explained.

"Hmm... well..." Emma sounded like she was starting to give. "I guess you can share your secret with her, but she must never, under any circumstances, expose or advertise your condition to anyone else. My partner and I didn't develop this procedure, nor did I select you; to become rich or famous." Alexia agreed, and I nodded.

Emma continued, "It'll no doubt be hard for her to believe at first, she might even think you're crazy; so be sure to bring her by my office after you reveal your condition to her. I can help you explain the process, as well as talk to her about the importance of never revealing any of what she knows."

I thanked Emma, and proceeded to ask her a few more questions.

"I've noticed that my breasts are starting to... grow. Is this normal, Emma? Am I going to lactate at some point in the pregnancy?" I asked in all sincerity.

Emma nodded, "Yes, I'm sorry for forgetting to mention that rather big change earlier; you should develop *somewhat* feminine looking breasts by the ninth month, but I don't expect them to grow any larger than a B cup. But yes, you should have fully-functional breasts by the time your daughter is born; they'll shrink to their old size within a few months postpartum."

I giggled, "Well I guess I'm just one step closer to a pregnant *woman* aren't I?" Emma smirked again.

I absentmindedly rubbed my smooth belly as I approached Emma about another concern, "One more thing Doc... and its kind of embarrassing..." I picked my words carefully.

"Go ahead Jack, I'm here for you."

"Well, I've been feeling really horny ever since I found out I was pregnant. I don't know if its hormones or what, but I've been dying to have sex for a while now."

Emma smiled, and tapped my tummy. "This causes your hormones to fluctuate often, sometimes wildly, and once again, it's completely normal to feel particularly horny during pregnancy. Just be careful not to exert yourself too much; other than that I don't see why you can't engage in sex; just make sure you bring that girl of yours by before she freaks out." Emma laughed.

"Thanks doc," I giggled, "I'll be sure to take your advice, but it'll be difficult, especially since I can no longer see my feet, let alone my penis, with this beach ball in the way!" I pushed my abdominal muscles out to accentuate my bump's fine swell, and shook it up and down for emphasis.

Emma grinned as I slowly climbed off of the table, throwing my shirt on, "Well Jack, that about does it for today, it's been a pleasure seeing you. Continue to take those vitamins I gave you, and don't forget to try the belly butter, it feels magnificent!"

Alexia accompanied us out to the front hallway. "Oh, I almost forgot!" Emma added, "Alexia here is also a certified massage therapist licensed for massaging pregnant clients."

Alexia stepped forward and shook my hand once again, "That's right. Here, take one of my business cards." I obliged her and placed the card in my pocket.

"Don't you hesitate to give me a call if you feel fatigued, sore, or just plain achy. It'll be free of charge, just so long as I get to rub that beautiful bump of yours!" we both smiled.

"I'll definitely remember that! Expect a call from me next week!" I was absolutely joyful as I walked the short distance back to my apartment, eager to call Sarah and test out that tempting tummy cream Emma gave me.

I haven't called her yet, but I'm getting more and more randy and courageous every passing minute... tonight just might be the night! Wish me luck!


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December 9th (23 Weeks Pregnant!)

I called Sarah a couple hours after my examination with Emma. We talked for a little while; I told her I really needed to see her tonight; she agreed.

I paced my apartment anxiously before she arrived, frantically gathering the courage to tell the truth about my "situation". The baby certainly didn't help things, as she was extremely active
and kicking nonstop against the front of my swollen midsection. I rubbed my belly, desperately trying to calm the baby and myself down.

"Hey lover boy!" Sarah greeted me warmly with a hug. "Wow, you've been really busy at the buffet, huh?" she asked jokingly, eying my mound.

"Hah, thanks. Come on in." I said, slowly pulling the black fabric of my extra-large sweater down, in a vain attempt to obscure my midsection.

"So, Jack, how was your trip back home?" Sarah asked.

"It was alright, I had fun, despite my relatives nagging me about my recent weight issues..." I said.

"Well, I think we all know how hard it is adjusting to college life, a freshman 15 is normal. You still look great." She said, genuinely.

"Thanks Sarah, I don't know how many women would date a big-ole boy like me... and it's more like freshman 19 for me." I exclaimed, resisting touching my stomach for emphasis.

"You're a great guy Jack, and besides, I think a paunch can be really sexy on a guy." Sarah noted proudly.

"I'm glad you feel that way; speaking of which, it's getting kind of hot in here" I said as I removed my dark sweater, revealing my noticeably rounded figure through a bright white tank top.

"Oh my..." Sarah stopped. "You have been growing a lot. You look so cute with your front tire! And people say fat isn't sexy on a guy." She added.

"Ah, if only that were the entire story..." I murmured, before realizing my slip-up.

"What do you mean, Jack?" She asked.

"Oh, nothing. I just wish there were more girls with your sensibility and open-mindedness. It means a lot to me Sarah, it really does." I added.

After some more chit-chat, on school-work and local events mostly, we sat down at the kitchen table, and I treated Sarah to the college student's specialty: a delivery pizza, half pepperoni, half anchovy & onion. We talked and laughed some more as we ate, until I unconsciously smoothed guacamole on top of my half, already covered with anchovies and greasy onions.

"Wow, you love an eccentric pizza, don't you?" Sarah giggled.

"Huh? Oh." I looked down and my bizarre arrangement. "Well, I don't know why, I've just been addicted to odd combinations for a three months or so... must be all the late night studying having it's way with my taste buds." I tried to make the excuse sound believable.

"Well, if you can tolerate it, God bless you!" Sarah continued to laugh as we ate.

About two hours later, we had just finished some comedy on cable, I don't remember what it was; when Sarah slowly rubbed the side of my face.

"So what do you think, my big bad lover man, you up for some action?" She smiled a vivacious, alluring smile as she stroked my abdomen through the soft white tank top. Thankfully, the baby had ceased the constant movement I had felt earlier; she must've fallen asleep.

"You betcha!" I responded. "But, I'd like to leave my shirt on, if you don't mind, I'm feeling pretty cold right now." I apologized; secretly grateful that my secret was safe, for at least a little while longer.

Minutes later, we were getting busy on my bed. Sarah was completely naked, proudly displaying those perfect 34C breasts. I myself wore nothing but my tank top, as I tried to determine when was the best time to reveal my bounteous belly, and the real circumstances behind it.

After an hour of intense foreplay, I climbed atop Sarah, and we rode each other for what seemed like forever, our passion taking us to incredible new heights. We both climaxed, and it was then that I felt the truth calling.

The sheer passion of our love, and the intensity of my orgasm had certainly done something more than just give me pleasure: it had awoken the baby in a very big way. She was now kicking uncontrollably within me; the types of kicks and punches I know I can see from my belly's front-end. I raised a hand to my abdomen as Sarah lay breathing heavily, recovering from the intense pleasure.

"Sarah." I started. "You've been such a great friend and lover to me since I've been here." I paused, choosing my words carefully.

"You've been so supportive of me and my changes ever since we met; but... I feel like I haven't been completely honest with you. Please, don't freak out too much..." I stated as I began to remove my shirt.

"Jack, darling, what is this all about?" She asked, confused.

Suddenly she was caught speechless; blindsided by the very new, very impressive sight of my perfect oval-shaped rounded orb, 41 inches around; jutting forward as to stare straight at her.

Before she could speak, I guided her head to the vast expanse of my burgeoning belly, and gently placed her ear on the fleshy surface; just even with my belly button and the linea-nigra Emma; easily filling her head with my roundness.

"Sarah..." I sighed. "There's someone I want you to meet." I said gently as I lovingly massaged her scalp and the side of my belly.

Sarah began to look up at me, confused, but was interrupted when she finally felt it; my daughter's foot against the side of her face. A particularly strong movement, I chuckled quietly as I waited for a reaction from Sarah.

"Oh my God...." she stopped, removing her head from my side. "I could swear I just felt something wiggle around in there..." she pressed her ear back up to my stomach, searching for evidence.

Sarah looked up at me, confounded.

"Is there something.... movin' around in there?" she stammered.

"Yeah..." I quietly added.

The baby decided to join in on this exchange as well, sticking what felt like an elbow through my side, creating a visible ripple effect across the surface of my bump.

"Did I.... did I just feel what I thought I felt?" She asked; a little less baffled but shocked nonetheless.

"Yeah, you did." I answered.

I stared at her and sighed before I continued.

"The crazy truth is - I'm pregnant Sarah, about six months along. I wanted to tell you sooner, believe me; but I didn't know you would react." I paused. "Of course, how could anyone react to something so bizarre and impossible? I didn't even know I was expecting until a month ago." I confessed.

"How." she continued, "How did this happen to you?" she asked, bewildered.

"It turns out that the Study program I got involved in when I first came to college was not a hormone therapy test; it was an experiment created solely to determine if a man could be impregnated and carry a baby to term."

I went on. "As you can see and certainly feel; it was a success." I noted, patting my mound.

"Good Lord, Jack. Emma never told you about any of this?" Sarah's face and voice expressed concern.

"No... she didn't. She inserted some sort of artificial uterus containing hormones into my abdomen, then used my sperm to fertilize an egg and inserted that in there as well. I didn't notice I was pregnant until I felt her kicking..." I trailed off; stopping momentarily to acknowledge my daughter with a gentle stroke across my bump.

"I didn't believe it until she showed me an ultrasound. Believe me, it was a total shock. I still don't know who the mother is, how I'm going to handle school at nine months, or even what will become of my baby girl... but, it's weird. I'm definitely thrilled to be pregnant." I confessed.

"I mean, I'm experiencing something only women get to enjoy, and with far more benefits in terms of finances. I love the feeling of my baby growing, kicking and playing inside me. It's unbelievable." I smiled beamingly. "And plus, I know how sexy you found me to be when I was so much smaller... I figured you'd love to see me now; if you're not shocked and appalled, that is..." I waited anxiously for her reply.

"It sounds impossible, but there's definitely no denying the truth." She pointed at my bulging belly. "Especially when it kicks you in the face." She giggled, and went on. "Jack, I just want you to know that I'm so glad you shared your secret with me; you're so brave and loving." she smiled.

"I just want you to know, Jack, that I love you and I'll be here for you no matter what." She proclaimed passionately.

"I love you too, Sarah. I can't thank you enough for being so understanding, supportive and... interested." Sarah's eyes were completely fixed on my fecund middle.

"And this.." she cupped the sides of my belly in her hands. "This is without a doubt the coolest thing I've ever experienced!" she caressed my bulge lovingly.

"Your tummy is so sexy, even more so now that I know you're pregnant. It's just so fleshy; so round and hard, and well, bursting with life!" She continued her gleeful examination.

"Oh, sorry Jack. Do you mind?" she asked.

"Hahaha; not at all baby; in fact, I know of a way that we can prevent any stretch marks from showing up in the future. It's a cream called 'Belly Butter' or something..."

I got up and grabbed the jar of belly butter. "Would you like to do the honors?" I playfully inquired.

"Don't tease me, pregnant boy!" She laughed as I lay down semi-upright against the bedpost, providing perfect access to my expanding beach ball of a belly.

Sarah knelt beside me, removed some of the cream, and ran her warm hands across the bottom of my swollen belly, massaging the soft cream luxuriously into the vast, stretched skin of my abdomen. It felt absolutely heavenly as she spent the next twenty minutes gently kneading and spreading the slick salve all over my impressively fertile figure. Sarah continued to apply the soft cream on my bare midriff, smiling and giggling as she smoothed the cream onto every imaginable portion of my pregnancy. Sarah's sensual bodywork created a simply amazing sight; my 41 inch round, jutting belly was perfectly polished. The smooth skin shined a lustrous white, and looked like the surface of a meticulously rounded marble.

I just sat back and enjoyed the intimate massage as Sarah leant back to get some more cream.

Suddenly I felt a powerful kick to the front of my pregnant mound; so powerful I gasped a little.

"Oh my!" I exclaimed.

"What, what is it? Are you alright?" Sarah asked worriedly.

"I'm great; I just felt an undeniably powerful kick. Wanna feel?" I asked.

"Of course!" she exclaimed.

I grabbed Sarah's hand, and glided it across my swollen mound, trying to pinpoint the precise location of the movement. Guiding her, we made concentric circles around my polished belly, pressing down lightly in hope of some response.

After a minute of and no detectable response, I decided to try something new.

"Looks like we're playing tag here." I laughed. "Let's try something new... this should work."

Guiding her hand once again, I stopped at the exact middle of my glistening orb, and pressed both of our hands down a little more forcefully.

As if right on cue, we felt a forceful thump against the wall of my belly. I smiled, and Sarah's eyes lit up even more in wonder.

"That is so adorable...hey there baby!" Sarah laughed as she continued to lightly press my bump and feel the response from within my womb.

Sarah smiled and looked a little tired as she continued her communication with my belly.

"I don't really know how you got in there honey, but I know your daddy loves me, and he's worn the three of us out tonight. Time to go to bed now." she patted the baby.

"Hmm, bed time sounds good right about now." I yawned and lay down flat.

"Well, goodnight, love." Sarah kissed me warmly.

"And goodnight to you too sweet baby." She knelt down above me, and planted a tender kiss on the height of my protruding tummy.

We exchanged I love yous before finally settling in for bed. As we fell asleep, Sarah and I both lay on our sides together, her arms wrapped lovingly across my belly.

December 15th (24 Weeks Pregnant!)

It's nearing the end of fall term here at school, and I'm moving right along to term as well. I told Sarah about my "condition" last week, and I was pleasantly surprised by her enthusiasm about the pregnancy, despite however bizarre or unbelievable it may be. She told me she's completely committed to supporting me; I'm so lucky to have found such a wonderful girl like Sarah! Her obsession with my belly has grown almost as much as I have! In fact, after I confessed my condition, Sarah was literally all-over my curves; caressing me, massaging some heavenly lotion into my baby belly, and gleefully trying to count baby's kicks, which is pretty hard to feel from the outside at this stage. She's such a sweetheart! I'm also extremely horny now; the sight of my prominent, distended belly in the mirror gets me hard instantly. I can barely stand it sometimes, this pregnancy has turned my sex drive up unimaginably! But then again, that's always a good problem to have, lol!

While I'm thrilled about my continuing growth and my love life, I'm becoming increasingly concerned, even a little paranoid, about my ability to attend class in the Spring. I go to all four of my courses faithfully every time we meet, being certain to wear baggy pants and extra-large sweaters & hoodies. But over the past month or so, it has become rather difficult to
conceal my protruding midsection; as sitting straight up displays the entirety of my pregnant curve; while leaning forward only stretches my back and enhances my tummy-bulge; making my gut's hard texture easy to see (to me at least). I can't fathom what it would be like trying to cover up my preg body and sit comfortably next month, let alone as I near term. My anticipated due date is April 26th or thereabouts, and Emma believes that, given my current progress, I'll be absolutely gigantic by then. To combat my fears, I've talked to Emma and some people from the uni about taking only on-line courses in the Spring, and the bare minimum to still be considered a student at the university. Still, I'm finding it harder and harder to associate with any of the friends I've made here aside from Sarah, because I think they're starting to realize that something's not quite normal about my steady weight gain...

About that. My baby belly continues to swell, already reaching 43 inches in circumference. My abdomen is continuing to distance itself from the rest of my body, as the tummy now pushes my bed sheets high into the air. It's almost comical; my mound is starting to look like a mountain! As my belly expands, baby has become a little more active, and I can now estimate her patterns of activity and sleep; being most active around midday and just before bedtime. Baby has also become a little more forceful; I'm able to recognize the feelings and shapes of her hands and feet when they ripple across my tummy. I've also learned that baby loves to stretch and find a comfy position before drifting off into sleep, and that sometimes she'll stay that way for a good while. For instance, I was falling asleep last night with a perfectly round belly when baby pushed a foot toward my navel; I felt my bump and noticed a protrusion, pointing like a small hill, poking out just above my bellybutton. When I woke up this morning, I stared down at my midsection and her foot was in the exact same place. It was so cute, I had to take a picture of my bump for Sarah and Emma. The pleasantly warm water of my morning shower must have stirred her, though, as baby wiggled around a little bit and retracted her foot. I just love feeling the thumps, punches, and kicks; it really reminds me that this pregnancy, and my daughter are real. To me, they're the best things about being pregnant, and I'm so thankful for this opportunity.

Baby is squirmin' around in there as we speak... Oo! Wow! Was that a somersault? My belly is wobbling about as I write! This is definitely a new sensation for me! How cool! I gotta see if I can capture that on video tonight! Guess that means it's time to wind down for the evening. I think I'll enjoy a little quality time with my baby... just the two of us. That's all for now; there's a urgent kicking match I've got to experience!


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December 29th (26 Weeks Pregnant!)

Well, it’s about time I update my on-going pregnancy project! It’s been a busy couple of weeks, some of my biggest questions were answered last week at a casual visit with Emma at the local café. Ever since I found out I was pregnant about seven weeks ago, I’ve been wondering what’s Emma has planned with the baby kicking away inside my expanding stomach; the first baby to result from a pregnant man. Hahah, I can’t help but be curious! For a while, I had also wondered just who exactly the “mother” (or would it be father in this circumstance?) of my child is, since Emma never disclosed that she is my baby’s mommy. Last week Emma kindly answered both questions over dinner, although I was a little uncomfortable with the unexpected company (no, not the baby…) lol!

ENTER FLASHBACK:
We met up for dinner in the early evening, with more people in the small restaurant than I had anticipated. Not that it mattered, though; I’m very careful to conceal my rounded stomach in public, this time I wore a very conservative sport-coat two sizes too large in order to obscure my distended abdomen. I’d have to say it worked, since no one in the restaurant or public assumed I was anything more than a young man with a serious case of beer belly, lol.

I walked to the back of the restaurant; Emma had reserved a private room for our meeting, as I strongly doubt either of us would want nosy patrons eavesdropping on our very interesting conversation. As I approached the booth, I was startled to find another woman sitting across from Emma. She looked rather tall, and was absolutely gorgeous; a brunette with the fairest complexion, a beautiful smiling face, and a very nice rack, if I may say so. Emma greeted me and quickly introduced me to the figure, in hopes of dispelling my concerns.

“Jack! You’re right on time!” she smiled as I slowly sat down next to her in the booth.

“This is the woman I know you’ve been dying to meet,” Emma exclaimed as she began to point toward her friend.

“This is Angela Wilhelm; my colleague in the university embryology department,”

“A pleasure to meet you Misses Wilhelm,” I interjected; politely shaking her hand.

Emma spoke before Angela could respond, “More importantly Jack, she is the mother of the child you are carrying inside you” she stated matter-of-factly.

My mind went blank for half-a-second, as my brain soaked in the revelation of finally learning where my daughter came from. I let out an inaudible sigh of relief, finally certain that Sarah was not involved with the project prior… that kind of blow just might have been far too much for me to handle.

Emma went on.

“Angie, this is Jack Blooming; our wonderful “lab partner”, if you will.”

Emma placed her hands gently on my dress shirt, “And this…” she smiled widely and patted my burgeoning belly through the shirt, “is the fruit of all our intense research and labor”.

“My my…” Angela stated, perhaps taken aback a tad.

“It’s incredible to finally meet you Jack; although I’m sure you’re not exactly thrilled to meet me…” her words trailed off as she glanced downward toward the tablecloth.

“Believe it or not, Misses Wilhelm” I was interrupted before I could start.

“Please, call me Angie” she smiled.

“Believe it or not, Angie,” I grinned back. “You probably weren’t expecting to hear this… but I’m actually enjoying this rather… unique experience very much!” I smirked.

“Being pregnant has taught me a lot of great lessons and given me more purpose, I really appreciate the opportunity! Plus, being the world’s first pregnant man is a real unexpected honor!” I chuckled.

“My only real concerns with this whole ‘pregnant man’ thing are,” I turned to Emma and then back, “One, just how exactly I’ll ‘deliver’ this baby… I’m just assuming Caesarian section, but who could perform it without causing a media circus?” Emma and Angie both nodded.

“And two, what’s going to become of my baby after she’s out of here.” I gestured downward toward my stomach.

“Sorry if I sound a little too direct, I’ve just been curious about this since I found out I was pregnant seven weeks ago.” I looked to the pair for a response.

“It’s no problem, Jack” Emma said clearly. “We’ll be glad to answer your questions.”

She went on. “Since Angie is the designer of the chemical side of the process I took to get you pregnant, she’ll handle the delivery question.” Angie smiled in return.

“Well Jack, as you assumed, we will perform a standard Caesarian section once your artificial uterus begins contracting…”

I interrupted her. “Wait, you mean I’ll have contractions and everything? How does that work?” I asked, confused.

“Well, the self-inflating, hormone exuding uterus we implanted inside you is designed to grow just like the real deal; and grows at a pace slightly faster than the baby, to ensure a suitable, comfy prenatal environment” she stated proudly.

“Oh yeah, I can agree with that for certain!” I laughed, rubbing my mound. “This one has a *lot* of fun in there*!”

“I bet!” Angie giggled. “You’re at that point in the development process where the fetus still has a lot of ‘wiggle room’ as we call it, so you must be experiencing a sudden burst in activity, huh?”

“Isn’t that the truth!” I laughed. “Luckily, I think she’s asleep at the moment” I continued to chuckle.

“The uterus and artificial placenta we designed is so advanced that it, from its secure location in above your perineum, constantly secretes the full range of hormones essential to pregnancy directly into your bloodstream. This is a very long list, including Human Chorionic Gonadotropin and Human Placental Lactogen (HCG and HPL for short); estrogen and progesterone, calictonin, thyroxine, insulin, cortisol, erythropoietin…”

Angie paused and asked me her explanation sounded like nothing but medical jargon. I assured her it wasn’t too bad, and that I needed to know her point regardless.

“Well, long story short, your also secretes the hormones relaxin, prolactin and oxytocin; the hormones that cause the onset of labor and regular contractions. Nearing the final stages of your baby’s development, she will send chemical signals to the ‘placenta’ in the uterine apparatus, which will automatically up the secretion of said hormones, causing the apparatus to contract noticeably and will indicate the proper moment to deliver” she paused, catching her breath.

“At which point” she continued again, “You will undergo a routine Caesarian section to remove the baby quickly and safely from the device, which will also be removed from your abdomen” she stopped, sounding confident and proud.

“Wow!” I said, “It’s really great to learn about all the details which make this possible…” I almost drifted off, before remembering another important question.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot; who’s going to perform the surgery? Are either of you going to do it?” I asked.

Angie seemed uncertain, as a puzzled look came over her face.

Emma then stepped in. “Your delivery will be performed by the eldest partner in our project.
Doctor William Grant; Professor Emeritus here at the University’s School of Medicine, and one of the most prestigious surgeons in the United States. Doctor Grant is also the man who led the actual construction of the synthetic uterine apparatus, and is also a major financial contributor to the study as well.” Emma stopped.

“Wow, so there are actually other men involved in this process, then?” I asked, a little surprised.

“Oh absolutely!” Angie responded. “Doctor Grant was initially hesitant in participating, but soon became fascinated at the implications of helping the thousands hysterectomy patients unable to conceive, and is extremely intrigued about operating on the world’s first pregnant man.” Angie smirked proudly, as if she worshipped the man.

“Well, he sounds like an amazing man. I guess that covers my first question,” I continued “Now, what about my…” I stopped, then gazed directly into Angie’s eyes. “…our baby? What will become of her?” I asked, thoroughly intrigued.

“I think I’ll handle this question for Angela,” Emma started.

“Well Jack, I know personally how hectic your life has been up here at the Uni, even without becoming pregnant. You’ll have hardly any time to be yourself, let alone raise a child by yourself. So, Angie and I feel it would be best for your child to live with her here in the city. We feel things will be the easiest that way; Angie will take a rather extended maternity leave, which we’ll arrange for you as well. Angie will also be here at the university for at least the next five years, so there will be no issues in visitation… we both want you to be as involved as you want to be in the child’s life; and of course you’ll continue to receive your weekly stipend until 8 weeks postpartum” she stopped.

My eyes began to water slightly, and my face started to soften upon hearing their plan. I clutched my baby firmly in my hands, initially feeling a very maternal instinct, a reluctance to let this life be apart me after her birth. My logical mind quickly took over, however, and I at once realized there would be no way for me to handle raising a child and attending school full time to try and earn a degree. The proposal sounded to be truly the best thing for me and for daughter, and I now could not help shedding quiet tears of joy and smiling warmly.

“Well Jack, how do you feel about our proposal for you and the baby?” she asked warmly, most likely concerned that I was upset over the proposed plan of action.

“I understand completely, and I couldn’t be more happy!” I cried a little.

I cleared my throat and eyes, and continued, “Thank you both so much for this opportunity, and for truly having my best interests in mind throughout this entire journey!”

“Oh, one more question!” I stated excitedly.

“Yes, what’s on your mind?” Emma asked.

“I get to name the baby, don’t I?” I smiled, rubbing my fertile mound.

“Of course!” Emma smiled knowingly. Angie joined in, “After all, you’re the one carrying her in your body!” We all laughed.

All three of us held hands and shared a very powerful moment. Emma then called the wait-staff who were conveniently waiting in the main room for her command, careful not to intrude. The rest of the night we enjoyed a lovely dinner and my concern was finally put to ease about the final stages of my pregnancy.

The three of us entered the parking lot some four hours after I arrived at the café, and were now clearly having trouble parting ways. Angie and I sat down on a secluded park bench, while Emma stood.

“Well Jack, it was a pleasure, as always” Emma said. “I did want to tell you that I’ll be out of the state for the next two weeks, I’m taking a little bit of a vacation before you enter the home stretch of the pregnancy. While I’m gone Angie and Alexia will be staying at my residence and operating the lab, which means they’ll be administering your next 3 prenatal examinations, starting later this week.” She finished.

“Great, I’m sure they’ll both be just as super as you, Emma!” I smiled.

“Oh yes!” Angie joined in. “I’m quite anxious to see how our baby is developing and is presented. Do you mind…?” Her eyes trailed eagerly to my distended stomach.

“Of course not, mom! If anyone has a right, it’s you! Besides, I’m completely used to it from all the ladies in my life now.” I smiled, unbuttoning my dress-shirt and pulling it out of my pants, providing her ample access to my impressive, rounded belly.

Angie, eyes full of wonder and curiosity, calmly placed her palms over my belly, feeling about for some of the baby’s distinguishable features.

“Wow, this is incredible…” she trailed off, moving her hands around the top of my protruding abdomen.

“She must be asleep… well anyway, sorry to do this to you while you’re trying to leave! And in public no less!” Angie apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, I feel great. It was wonderful meeting you Angie!” I smiled and gave her a warm hug.

Emma smiled, “I was rather confidant you two would get along.” Both smiled, and we all began to walk to our cars.

“It was wonderful meeting you Angie! I can’t wait for our appointment!” I smiled and waved goodbye as she sat down in the driver’s seat of Emma’s luxurious Lexus sedan.

“And as always, thanks so much Emma! Enjoy your vacation, I’ll see you soon!” I grinned.

Emma moved in and gave me a hug and a motherly kiss goodbye, “Enjoy the new year while I’m gone!” she started to walk but abruptly stopped. “And you take care of yourself pregnant boy! The real fun starts in a few weeks!” she laughed as she climbed into the car with Angie.

I left the restaurant with a euphoric feeling, having both a full, satisfied stomach, and, more importantly, the feeling of peace of mind that comes from the great uncertainties of life being lifted out of my mind. My greatest worry now was coming up with the perfect baby name…
END OF FLASHBACK

Well anyway, back to *my* life, and some exciting personal updates…

Fall term has ended here at the university, and I’ve almost reached the end of my second trimester; I’ll be seven months pregnant and entering the third trimester as of next week! I aced all four of my exams and managed to talk my way out of coming home for Christmas, (I was able to convince my parents I’m super sick and can’t make the flight). Things have gone by so quickly I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around it all! Six months ago I was just your average fresher on campus, not fully knowing what to expect. Now, I’ve turned out to be the world’s first and only expecting man! It sounds funny, but I sometimes completely forget I’m pregnant, especially during class and walks around campus (baby is almost always sleeping in the morning).

Any pregnancy amnesia I experience is quickly ended, however, when I gaze downward at my baby bulge, and feel baby’s hands or feet press against my skin from within the womb. Ever since I entered my sixth month of pregnancy, I’ve really begun to grow in new and exciting ways! I’ve now gained a total of twenty-five pounds thus far, which Emma says is perfectly normal for this stage in pregnancy. I’ve also experienced big changes with my breasts, which have become noticeably fuller and heavier, which Sarah estimates to be about a 32B cup-size. If this growth continues throughout the pregnancy, I actually might need to buy a bra before birth! How weird is that? Lol! The strangest part is that my nipples have “filled out” as well, and are almost always erect nowadays. Sarah and I think I would win a “Wet T-Shirt” contest with these suckers, if only my big belly wasn’t in the way, lol. These changes and the pregnancy hormones have had a real effect on my thoughts; I find myself constantly aroused and playing with either my gravid bulge, pouting, feminine breasts, or my massive erect member, which has become increasingly difficult to see, what with my bump in the way.

My baby bump is now a healthy 44 inches around, and feels incredibly hard and taut to the touch. Every freaking day I walk by the mirror and look my belly and in all seriousness, it gets bigger everyday. I'm SO happy! Even though I haven’t seen Emma in two weeks, I’ve continued my daily readings on my pregnant body. From what I’ve read baby is now roughly two pounds or so, and about fourteen inches from head to toe. Not only has she gotten stronger, but ever since I entered month six of pregnancy, this baby belly has become incredibly active and alive, and can definitely be described as “hands-on”! The bigger I get, well, she gets, the more excited I am. She's getting to the point where I can cradle my own belly and feel her kick and twitch when I say 'I Love You'! My baby has put on quite a show in recent weeks, rolling and kicking all over the place. I'm starting to get used to it, but oh my has she been moving ever so much!! They are such strong movements, I love them!!! My belly juts out immediately from my breasts; it definitely looks like I’m carrying high. It also feels like she’s breech with her feet facing my pelvis, because I feel her little hands and feet almost entirely against the front of my pregnant belly, above and below my belly button. It’s so neat! Sometimes if she's laying the right way I can rub my stomach and feel a part of her, I don't know if she likes it very much cause she moves, heh, but I'm not pressing hard or anything, just rubbing her. It’s so cool that the baby is strong enough now to feel and respond to touch or pressure, communicating with her in-utero, it helps me relax, knowing that she’s doing just fine in there, and serves as a constant reminder of my delicately fertile condition whenever I forget that my body is *very* pregnant!

Also last night was neat because after dinner I was laying on the couch with Sarah and I had my shirt up around my boobs, so my belly was uncovered. I could feel the baby's moves so strongly so I had Sarah put her hand on my belly and she felt her move too! This was only the third time that she could feel the baby move and she got this big ole smile on her face… So then a few minutes later we actually SEE this "bump" in my belly shift! It was so amazing! Sarah kissed my belly, and of course I got tears in my eyes… (It’s the hormones, I swear! lol) I think it was so cool for Sarah because up until this point the baby's been moving and creating experiences that really only I could feel and experience. Sarah was able to feel faint “pulses” as she described them earlier in the pregnancy, but now gets to feel almost every powerful kick, punch or thump that I do! Baby’s also started to play with me and Sarah! We'll lightly push on my tummy and a second later she'll push back! I love playing with her, whenever me and Sarah are bored or watching TV or something, we'll just start lightly pushing on my tummy, lol! Sometimes she'll even follow my fingers around.


The baby can clearly recognize voices of family members at this stage of development. The sound of my voice has a really soothing effect on her and will usually lull her to sleep even during the most hyperactive periods of movement. Inversely, if I get startled or scared and shout, she’ll suddenly jump awake inside me and twist and turn, which feels really funny, like she’s trying to do flips or cartwheels in there! I still spend about an hour to two hours everyday with my mp3 player and headphones strapped around my massive belly. She loves listening to classical music, and she goes nuts when I play those prenatal CDs like "Be Creative" "Be Intelligent" - she'll even inch up higher in my tummy towards the music to hear it better! I swear she was sitting in my rib cage at one point this week, lol! Also, I think she’s even beginning to recognize Sarah’s gentle voice, as baby perks up and seems to pay careful attention whenever Sarah presses her lips up to my tummy or reads baby books or poems, which, of course, puts both of us over the moon in joy. Sarah’s also made a habit of singing songs to my tummy, which is absolutely adorable, and always manages to calm her down when I’m trying to sleep at night.

I also read that, starting last week, my baby’s eyelids have opened up, and she can now distinguish between a light and dark environment, and even follow sources of light! I’ve quickly found out that there’s rarely any time for boredom when you’re pregnant and have another human being living inside your belly, as I'm at the point where you can play the flashlight game! Sarah and I recently tried playing the flashlight game with my belly in my dark bedroom; essentially, you and your loved ones lie down on a bed in a dark room; the baby's eyes are light sensitive, so we got a flashlight and shone it all around my very pregnant belly. The baby immediately began to shift around and hit/kick at it! It actually followed the light from outside my belly! How cool is that?! I swear, I never, ever, feel alone now, what with her being so incredibly active and all!

Baby’s increased activity and seemingly endless strong kicks and punches has also provided a rather comical, new element to my sex life with Sarah. We’re both extremely horny at this point, but my ballooning belly has made the “classic” positions damn near impossible, so the position of choice is almost always Sarah straddling atop my “delicate” frame. Having Sarah ride me is not only convenient for me, but incredibly enjoyable for her as well, since her location provides the most entertaining space to run her hands: my swollen baby belly. Sarah loves using her warm fingers and long, delicate fingernails to grab, caress, rub and massage my taut baby-belly from the front and sides before, after, and during orgasm; it’s quite sensual and erotic by itself! As if on cue, the baby will kick or punch swiftly right back at her palms, which makes me giggle and causes both of us to blush and swoon. We’ve wondered if baby knows what we’re up to, and I can’t help but laugh thinking that my unborn baby is trying to get her daddy to stop screwing around and quiet down for her nap time.

Well, that should do it for this week, I’ll try and write after my appointment with Angie, it should be a very interesting and enjoyable day! Now, if you don’t excuse me, I gotta be going, Sarah’s coming over to photograph this update in my “pregnant progress”, lol!


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January 10th (28 Weeks Pregnant!)
It’s been a busy couple of weeks since I last wrote: I’ve officially entered the third trimester of pregnancy today! I can’t believe how quickly time is passing now, I’ll have a daughter just about three months from now, I’m incredibly excited! Sarah and I have spent a lot of time recently ordering cute maternity pants and t-shirts (extra-large of course), for me to wear while lounging around and at my regular checkups. I’ve been meaning to take Sarah with me to the check-ups, but I guess I’m developing the dreaded “pregnancy brain”, as I kept forgetting to bring her until this week. Unfortunately, she had to leave due to some kind of family emergency, and won’t be back for a week or so. I’ll definitely introduce her to Emma at my next appointment, when they both get back. Despite how big and awkward I’m getting, I think I can make do without Sarah at least until my next checkup, lol.

Speaking of that, I had my appointment with Emma’s partner Angie today. It had been a while since I met her, the true “mother” of this miracle baby inside my *very* pregnant stomach, and I have to say I was a little nervous before the appointment. Having been through the exam process so many times now I knew exactly what to do beforehand; so I put on my cute “What’s Kickin’?” t-shirt, and grabbed the biggest pair of maternity sweatpants I own before I left. I swear, I’m becoming a pro at these physical examinations, heh. Now, I normally wouldn’t wear the maternity stuff outside of my apartment, but I’m so close to Emma’s lab/apartment that I’m not too terrified of any third party catching me, lol.

I got there at 9 AM sharp; Angie met me at the door.

“Jack, great to see you this morning, please come in!” She exclaimed, happy to see me.

“Thanks! I’ve been eager to see you, and to ask some questions as well.” I said as I strolled into the familiar setting of Emma’s entryway and sitting room.

“That’s exactly what I’m here for Jack.” Angie smiled.

“Heh, I’m starting to feel *really* big right about now.” I added, gesturing toward my distended stomach.

“Yes, you do look slightly larger than you were when we met last.” She paused, turning her attention to my midsection. “I see you haven’t lost your sense of humor though, nice shirt!” She smiled as she patted my bump. I grinned.

“If you’re ready, we’ll go ahead and get started with ‘the usual’ prenatal examinations.” she stated, leading me into Emma’s oft-visited lab.

She then performed some of the more mundane tests; blood pressure, heart-rate, etc. and everything came back normal.

“Now for the fun one… the weight measurement. Can you take your sandals off and step on the scale?” Angie grinned at me.

“Oh boy… this won’t be good…” I laughed as I complied, stepping directly onto the rather large manual scale. It read 195 lbs. A number I’m not exactly used to seeing, under normal circumstances, lol.

“Alright, one-hundred ninety-five pounds.” Angie flipped through Emma’s notes on my pregnancy, and scribbled in the data.

“According to our records, that means you’ve gained just about twenty-seven pounds since ‘conception’; which is right on track for seven months in a healthy pregnancy. Although I do think with your otherwise masculine frame, gaining a little more than average couldn’t hurt.”

“Oh trust me, I’m certain I’ll be much larger next time!” I laughed, sticking my bulging belly outward.

“I bet! Now, let’s see how baby’s doing in there. Roll up your shirt and hop on that table for me, please.” She asked in a playful manner.

“Anything you say… mom.” I smiled and climbed up the table, opting to remove my shirt entirely, revealing my round seven-months pregnant belly and increasingly feminine breasts as I laid back.

“Wow…” Angie’s eyes were fixed on my bump, and she looked to be at a loss for words as she approached.

“My God… I guess there’s an infinite difference between knowing the truth and actually witnessing it…” Angie’s words came slowly as her hands drifted ever closer to my expectant sphere.

“Do you mind if I…” She looked absolutely intrigued.

“Of course I don’t mind.” I stated calmly. “After all, it’s your baby too.” I smiled.

“My baby… our baby…” Angie placed her soft hands across my pregnancy, and explored my fecund form with small circles and the lightest touch.

“This is unbelievable!” She was beaming. “I knew that Emma and Alexia were working on creating viable male pregnancy. But this…” her hands continuing to rub the entirety of my firm womb.

“This seems so… natural.” Her face glowed softly.

“Thank you so much for letting me be a part of this.” She thanked me warmly.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I beamed as she finished her impromptu belly rub, and went back into professional mode.

“Ahem, whew…” she breathed deeply. “Now where were we? Oh yes, we’ll measure your progress thus far for starters.” She pulled Emma’s trusty tape measurer out of her jeans.

Angie placed both of her hands on opposing ends of my belly and pressed down lightly, until one reached slightly above my pelvis and the base of my belly, and the other slightly below my breasts and the height of my pregnancy. When she felt the right spot she kept one hand in place, while the other extended the measurer and then pressed down again, creating two small indentations which helped accentuate my pregnant curves.

“Alright Jack, looks like your womb or fundus is measuring twenty-eight and a half centimeters long, which is just great for your twenty-eighth week.” She put the tape measurer away and ran her hand over my belly’s surface again.

“Next we’re going to find baby’s heartbeat… but I’m going to try and locate it the old fashioned way before bringing out the usual equipment.” She pulled a rather large plastic, cone-shaped device out from the medical bag on the table, an object which I had never seen before in my visits with Emma.

“Huh, what is that? Is that a stethoscope?” I asked quizzically.

“Yep, you’re right on the money. This is called a Pinard’s stethoscope, and it helps me locate a fetal heart rate without confusing it with yours. I find these things make later testing much easier.” She explained in a matter-of-fact fashion.

“Huh, I guess you really do learn something new every day.” We both chuckled.

“Now, if you can describe it to me Jack, where do you think baby’s chest would be, in relation to your belly?”

“Well, I’ve been feeling her kicks really low so… I think…” I poked and circled the area just above my still-innie belly button. “Right about here.”

Angie bent down and placed one end of the scope on my belly, the other on her ear, and seemed to listen quite intently as she pressed into my mound.

“Ah… yep. I hear a softer, yet still strong heartbeat. That has to be the baby. Now for the precise measurement.” Angie pulled a handheld Doppler and a bottle of ultrasound gel from Emma’s medical cart.

“Sorry, I know this is a little cold.” Angie apologized as she squeezed a generous amount of the frigid blue gel around the center of my abdomen. I simply nodded and looked up in expectation as she switched the Doppler on and applied it to my tummy, moving it around before finally settling right on-top of my bellybutton.

As if right on cue, we heard a strong whooshing sound and a series of *thump thump thump thump*.

“You were right on the money, Jack! And it looks like baby’s heart-rate is 140 beats-per-minute, which is within the healthy range during pregnancy.”

“That’s wonderful!” I beamed towards Angie.

“Yep! Well, it looks like we’re finished with you for today. Emma will perform an ultrasound two weeks from now at the 30-week mark, and then one of us will be seeing you at least once a week after that. Sound good?”

“Absolutely; I’m glad my unique condition is in such good hands!” She laughed and thanked me.

“Let me just clean you off and you’ll be good to go.” She grabbed a cloth towel and started to run it across my ample belly, when she received a rather powerful kick from its resident. I simply giggled. Angie once again seemed surprised and delighted at the same time.

“I had been wondering when she would wake up.” I laughed as Angie ran her hands across my pregnancy: stroking, patting and circling my mound in an attempt to communicate with the baby.

“Wow, she’s quite strong already!” As she stopped her examinations, Angie looked incredibly happy. “Is she usually so active?”

“I usually can’t get her to calm down. In fact I’m surprised she didn’t act up earlier!” I smirked.

After she finished cleaning my bump, I hopped down from the table, put my sandals and shirt back on, and proceeded to the doorway.

“Well it was great seeing you again Jack!” I agreed as we hugged.

“I hope I can see you before we deliver, maybe sit in on an exam or teach you some new stuff.” she remarked.

“New stuff?” I asked.

“Of course!” she smiled. “There’s tons of unique things to do in pregnancy that I’m sure you or your girlfriend Sarah haven’t thought of yet. Our friend Alexia has tons of activities lined up for you if you’re interested; from relaxing prenatal massage to bellycasting and yoga lessons all the way to photo or video pregnancy journals.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “Those sound like great ideas! I’ll have to take her up on those soon!”

“We’re here to serve! While she’s just as experienced as Emma and myself, I think Alexia also places a unique focus on holistic and relaxing therapies, aside from all this sterile medical procedure.” Angie admitted.

“Well trust me, I appreciate all of you so much in helping me discover a new, impossibly different and better side of myself, and taking care of me through the process!” We hugged once again.

“That’s exactly what we’re here to do, Jack! Now, I’ll be here until Emma gets back on the 14th, so don’t hesitate to call or stop by if you need anything, and I mean ANYTHING. If you have a question, a problem, or just want to talk, we’re here for you 24/7!”


My week 28 prenatal exam went perfectly, and I rather enjoyed having Angie there to take care of me, it was a nice change of pace from the usual!

Also, I called my academic advisor here on campus and got permission to change my rather packed spring schedule to a smaller, less stressful online one; so now I’m only taking three courses, all in subjects I already understand and aced in high school; things like American history, computer competency, and German 1. They should be easy and work-free, even with the dreaded pregnancy brain, lol! I also figure I’ll need all the free time I can get, especially considering I’ll be the first man to have a baby before semester’s end!

Speaking of the baby, she’s continuing to grow at a fast rate, and now every kick, punch, jab, squirm, or roll feels exceptionally powerful and will shake my belly! I can only imagine what those movements will feel AND look like in four or five weeks! I can only hope their not painful, lol.

As I “expected” (pun intended), my pregnant belly is continuing to swell to even grander proportions. Now, at seven months, it looks and FEELS massive! I’m having a lot of trouble bending over to pick up stuff or tie my shoes. It really feels like I have a giant rubber balloon in my belly, because it feels so hard and entrenched, yet slightly elastic and yielding to pressure. I haven’t started waddling yet, so I know I’ve got some time to go yet, but this big ‘ole belly is definitely affecting my center of gravity.

In terms of appearances, my swollen bump, with its gently sloping curves, looks just like a big, ripe fruit nearing its prime. I still find it funny how my weight is distributed almost entirely to my tummy, hips, and breasts, with very little spreading outward to areas like my face, arms, legs and butt. I still look like a young, albeit slightly effeminate college boy, feminine breasts and bulging, active belly aside, lol! My pregnant figure really has me concerned about how I can conceal it in the future, Sarah suggested going out in a female disguise (lol) or if I’ll have to stay within my apartment for the remainder of the pregnancy. I know I might sound a little paranoid; most people would never believe a man could become pregnant, but I think my rather obvious bulge would give me away, heh.

I’m also trying to convince my family to refrain from visiting until at least the summer. My parents seem relatively understanding, albeit it a little disappointed; my brother Tom, however, has been more difficult. He sent me an email a while back asking if he and his family (minus the new addition) could come up and visit me for a weekend in March. I’m trying everything possible to prevent that from happening; I don’t think I could conceal my secret from them for that long, and plus, his daughter Jennifer figured things out the first time, and I don’t want to be all over the global news. I swear, that girl is way too smart to be twelve… I wonder if she was in on this the whole time, lol!

I’ve also discovered a group of internet sites that focus on the possibilities of male pregnancy through fiction. I can’t help but smirk and giggle every time I read one of them, mpreg they’re called, stories. I wonder if I should send them a picture or video of me in my “current condition”. Hehehe, they’d probably think I was the most impressive fake they’d ever seen. If only they could experience the feeling of a real baby living, growing, kicking and rolling inside you every day. Maybe I should ask Emma and Alexia if they want to expand their research in the very near future, lol!

The “kicking” and “rolling” descriptions are no exaggerations, either. Sometimes baby gets so energetic I can’t sleep at night! But I recently figured out one way to get her to calm down and fall asleep: warm baths just before bedtime. So far I’ve experienced nothing as relaxing as laying my large, awkward, hugely pregnant form down in a nice hot bath, and feeling all my stress and tension melt away as I lather and massage my rounded belly and the active baby within it. I don’t know if it’s the gentle warmth of the water, my complete and total relaxation, or the feeling of weightlessness I get from being in the water, but whatever it is my little girl loves it, and she always seems to drift off to sleep as I cradle her within ten minutes of the “spa treatment”.

It’s just around time for bed, but that’s about all the updates I have at the moment, I’ll try to update as soon as Sarah or Emma gets back, and... wow! I just got a whole flurry of blows from within! She must want me to brag about her some more, lol. Sometimes I feel like I’m pregnant with an entire soccer team in there! Hmm… I think I’ll take a bath before I crawl into bed for the night, lol!

January 24th (30 Weeks Pregnant!)
He had read the papers, heard the voicemails, and seen at least one reporter on campus… and yet the feeling of confusion and hysteria overwhelmed him.

Jack locked the door and set his bloated, tired, and downright frantic self down on the sofa in the entryway, and contemplated his most volatile situation.

“I can’t believe it’s going to end like this… all thanks to you…” Jack sighed as he patted the baby sleeping in his stretched tummy.

“Jesus… how could this get any worse?” Jack wondered to himself, still reeling from the events of the past week.

His question was answered as soon as he switched on the tv to the six o’clock news… the national six o’clock news.

“This is Julia Simmons coming to you live with breaking news on the most bizarre story of the decade, perhaps even in history.” Jack cringed at her words; ever single utterance made the terror more and more personal. The news anchor continued.

“Of course we’re talking about the college student who is the subject of the world’s first male pregnancy; that’s right folks, we said male pregnancy. A reporter at the Washington Post first broke the story three days ago, and according to our investigations, it’s legitimate, we are indeed witnessing the world’s first pregnant man.” Jack bit his lip.

“While the Associated Press has been ordered not to release the young man’s identity to the public, photographs from the AP were able to snag a series of photographs of the impossibly expectant man around _________ University, the school which he’s attending as a freshman.” Jack drew blood this time as the camera panned to three photographs of him with his bare belly exposed as he walked across the apartment’s parking lot to the elevators. The photographers had the common courtesy to blur out his face, but the sheer shock and humiliation they represented was more than enough to make his blood boil. Jack didn’t understand how he could walk outside one time with a less-than-fitting tank-top and be snagged right away.

“For more on this breaking story we turn to our senior investigative journalist, Robert Dugman. Robert?” The screen shifted from the attractive thirty-something female anchor to a fresh-faced, impeccably dressed man with slick black hair and a pencil thin moustache.

“Thank you, Julia. We’ve done more investigation into this strange story and come up with most of the facts behind it. While the photographs taken by the AP are interesting enough, we actually managed to learn the source of the leak itself. We’re being told that the source of the leak, a woman in her forties, sought out reporter Daniel Folger of the Washington Post personally. Now I can’t name names but we’re told that the source is a research scientist in the university’s biomedical department, and that she apparently took the research public in hopes of achieving some kind of lucrative television deal. In accordance with the plan the source turned over all sorts of medical documentation and research notes, including more photographs and even videos, all pertaining to the groundbreaking pregnancy. Currently we’re awaiting a judge’s decision on a gag order imposed by the local authority’s on the young man’s identity. That’s all I have for you right now, Julia, back to you.” His explanation was so cold, so calculating.

Jack couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing; these people, complete strangers, were treating his situation as some sort of profitable endeavor. To make matters worse, he had no idea who the source of the leak was, and it could have been any of the three: Emma, Alexia or the donor herself, Angela. He just didn’t know at this point, as all three were proving incredibly difficult to get a hold of.

The broadcast then prepared for commercial, but not before the anchor promised “more exclusive footage of the most bizarre story of the century; including a complete explanation of the procedure, with public reaction and interviews with the man’s family.” The program cut to commercials. Jack’s heart sank even further. He had tried his best to explain the situation to his family once the photos surfaced, but the shot of his brother being interviewed was far too much to handle. For the first time in his life, Jack didn’t know whether to scream or cry.

A brief but potent shriek startled Sarah Thompson out of a peaceful night’s sleep. Jumping up in bed, she saw her incredibly attractive yet immensely pregnant boyfriend sitting up in a cold sweat, clutching his pregnant belly and breathing heavily. Sometimes she swore it was all one grand dream, but waking reaffirmed all of her observations; and she was glad. Even if he woke her up at 4:00 AM.

Sarah nudged closer to her boyfriend and placed one hand protectively on his bare belly, the other on his flowing brown hair. The baby was still, no doubt sleeping peacefully despite whatever panic her father was experiencing. Dad, on the other hand still breathing quickly, and Sarah noticed he felt soaking wet and a tad cold to the touch.

“He must have had one hell of a nightmare…” she thought to herself.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” she asked, still rubbing the prominent swelling that “their” baby created.

“Whatever was bothering you is gone now: you’re here with me, it’s just the three of us.” Sarah smiled as she smoothed over his pregnant belly and caressed his soft hair.

“Thank you…” Jack panted. “I just… I had the most awful dream.” Jack paused again, finally catching his breath.

“Was it about the future? Was it about the baby?” She asked, still continuing her massage.

“Yeah... I dreamt that the media found out about my pregnancy… and that it was being televised around the nation and the world like some sort of circus freakshow.” Jack sighed as his hands joined Sarah’s across his taut belly.

“Shhh… it’s okay baby, it’s okay…” Sarah spoke calmly, trying to soothe his nerves. “You’re here with me, and no one will ever take your pregnancy public… it’s our little secret.” She smiled as the two of them shared another “moment” together, feeling the baby move.

“Oh! You must have woken her up!” Jack smiled as he felt his firm bulge kick back into his lover’s hands.

“Awwww…” it was Sarah’s turn to be speechless. “I can never get used to that, it’s so precious!” She exclaimed, feeling the tiny bulge, which now stood still in her hands.

“Ha ha ha!” Jack laughed as he watched his girlfriend’s face melt into adoration. A swift punch to his bladder interrupted his observation, and Jack knew he had to get up right away.

“Ugh. She just nailed me in the bladder, I gotta use the bathroom!” Jack kissed Sarah and crawled out of bed. He was completely naked, his taut, 30-weeks pregnant belly jutting out in front of him, obscuring his feet as he walked. He was beginning to waddle now, shifting balance from one leg to another as his heavy belly swayed and twitched with every step. Sarah couldn’t help but admire his pregnant form as he slowly made his way off of the bed and stumbled into the nearby bathroom. His penis hung proudly beneath his firm mound, and stood proudly erect. It had continued to grow, despite all the hormone injections he found it received more and more blood whenever he felt “in the mood”. Sarah could swear it was over seven inches long now, which was wonderful in and of itself; but with their mutual excitement over his pregnancy and his curvaceous form, “getting it up” never seemed to be a problem for him. She was incredibly relieved that he *enjoyed* being pregnant, at least up until now, when the minor inconveniences were starting to bother him.

As he sat down to relieve himself, Jack thought about how much his body had changed over the past two weeks. His breathing was much shallower, his feet were quickly becoming obscured, and even worse, he was developing the dreaded pregnancy waddle. Of course Sarah was always encouraging and supportive, even if she found his new method of movement irresistibly funny and cute at the same time.

“I’m telling you Sarah,” Jack remarked from the bathroom, “between these weird dreams, not being able to see my feet, and this annoying waddle, I’m really starting to wonder when this will be over!” He laughed at his current situation and waited for a response.

“Well I think it’s adorable!” Sarah fired back, giggling as she spoke.

“Besides, things might get a little hairier before we deliver, babe” she stated in a matter-of-fact way.

“Oh, how’s that?” he responded, inquisitively.

“You got a call after you went to bed around 10. It was a Tom Blooming, that’s your brother, right?” She asked.

“Yeah, great guy. I think I’ve told you about him before. What’d he want?” He was almost finished in the bathroom.

“Well, he said he’s got this weekend free, and he wants to visit us up here in a couple of days.” She paused.

“Hmm… that might be a little difficult to work around…” Jack said as he flushed and picked himself up off of the toilet and began to wash his hands, his bare pregnant form creating a stunning silhouette in the dimly-lit room.

“That’s not all… he said he wants to bring his daughter, your niece Jennifer, with him. I know you said you had problems with her curiosity before…” Sarah stopped again, waiting for a reaction.

“Ah shit…” Jack said, dropping the towel clumsily. His focus wasn’t exactly on hygiene at the moment.

“Well… we can worry about that in the morning, I guess.” Jack flipped the bathroom light off and waddled his way back to bed, kissing Sarah softly.

“Let’s try and get up around… ten o’clock?” Jack giggled.

“Whatever you say, Tiger.” Sarah kissed him and patted his stomach once more, relieved that he hadn’t yet freaked out about the relative situation.

Although he tried his best to relax, Jack Blooming didn’t get any more sleep that night


-- Edited by theKicking on Tuesday 8th of March 2011 07:33:28 PM

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January 25th (30 Weeks Pregnant!)
Things have been crazy since I last wrote in this journal a couple weeks ago! While this baby and my body continue to grow and grow and grow, my mind is continuing to process the realities of me *being pregnant*, and the events that will occur after I give birth. I’ve been so wrapped up with prenatal visits, personal relationships, and concealing my shape (especially from my family), I almost forgot that I’ll have a daughter in just ten weeks. It’s funny what the human mind can forget when one is preoccupied; another attack of the accursed “pregnancy brain” lol!

My increasingly absent-minded nature wasn’t the only source of frustration over the past few weeks. Last night I had an incredibly terrifying and vivid dream, in which my pregnancy was made public by cutthroat journalists. In my dream my male pregnancy and identity were literally the “headlines of the century” as the major media outlets had dubbed it. I know that my overactive imagination got the best of me, and that I’ve used utmost caution in venturing outside of my apartment, even limiting my contact with close friends and family members. Still, I think the nightmare represented the absolute worst-case scenario lurking in the back of my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I love being pregnant and growing this new life inside of me, (especially being the first man to become pregnant)… but publicizing that achievement and losing my anonymity is too terrifying to even imagine. I remember waking up at damn near four a.m. yesterday morning, shivering in a cold sweat. Of course my girlfriend Sarah was there to comfort and calm me. Thank God for that woman, she’s been so absolutely amazing to me! She might be the first woman I’ve dated as a college student, but after this unique experience, I think she knows me better than anyone else, even most of my blood relatives! It would be interesting if we wound up marrying after college… I bet we would argue over who should get pregnant! LOL! She recently told me that she had fantasies about men becoming pregnant before we even met, which I assume explains some of the continual interest in me, even after ballooning up . Regardless, I really do love her, and I’m so thankful that she’s spending almost ALL of her time living with and caring for me as my pregnancy continues.

Sarah also received a call from my older brother Tom; which is great, but a little troubling to say the least. Apparently he’ll be in the area this weekend on a business/leisure trip with his daughter while his wife Donna visits her family in California. If it were just my brother coming up to visit, I’d have no problem going out and about heavily clothed and incognito. After all, Tom, like most people, knows that men can’t be pregnant. It’s his daughter Jennifer that troubles me. From what Tom said on the phone, Jenny originally wanted to go with mom to her grandparents until he told her he was visiting me here at the University. Under “normal” circumstances I’d dismiss my paranoia, but I know for a fact that her curiosity in my condition is what’s driving her to come up here. After all, she discovered the real reason behind my bulging belly way back in November, when I was only 21 weeks. There’s absolutely no question that I’m bigger, heavier, and a hell of a lot rounder now at 30 weeks… so trying to explain things to her would be damn near impossible. As insane as it sounds I am considering telling her the truth and taking her to a checkup with Emma on the grounds that she doesn’t tell anyone. Then again we all know if there’s one thing kids love to give away it’s secrets. -_- And I think her running her mouth just might trigger that worst-case scenario I dreamt about. I’m going to call Tom tomorrow morning and get some plans together for the weekend. If I do end up caving and telling her all about her new cousin, I’ll have to make sure she stays here for a night or two: not only so her dad can focus on his business deal without worrying, but so I can make her understand just how important my secret really is. I guess we’ll see, won’t we? Being pregnant can really make things difficult at times, like keeping such a gigantic secret! 

My body is continuing to expand and develop in a lot of interesting ways since I’ve hit the thirty-week mark. I don’t think I can accurately describe how full and round my pregnant belly has become over the past few weeks; it’s absolutely massive! The bump is about 45 inches around now, and although I never really understood pregnancy clichés before, my tummy looks and feels like I’m pregnant with a prize watermelon! The “watermelon” shape I described makes me think that baby is in a weird position (maybe even horizontally) within my tummy, as I’m feeling all the kicking sensations on the left side of my belly, and the punches in the very front, near my belly button. I’ll have to ask Emma about this at my next appointment, which is three days from now (right around the time my brother should be coming into town). Emma told me a while back that it’s completely normal for baby to change positions a few times before delivery. Sarah and I think that baby had to have changed positions, as I seemed to be carrying more “out front” last week, with my belly hanging down directly beneath my breasts, instead of bulging across my midsection like it does now. Oh well, just another odd quirk about being pregnant, I guess. Emma also told me that, as baby and I got bigger and *more pregnant*, that baby would slowly run out of wiggle room, but that her kicks and movements would feel much stronger. Was she ever right! Baby’s kicks, punches, rolls and hiccups are powerful enough to be seen by myself and anyone who watches my vivacious belly intently (something Sarah enjoys doing of course). From my viewpoint the movements look less like the spastic shifting and shaking from earlier in the pregnancy, and more like constant waves that ripple across the smooth surface of my expectant tummy. When she’s not sleeping, baby also likes kicking back almost on command whenever anyone pokes or rubs my belly, it’s absolutely adorable! Sarah and I have made a habit of recording baby’s movements at least once a day with her digital camcorder. She’ll take straight-up shots of me and my expanding girth, but I’ll also provide top-down shots of her caressing, massaging, and just ogling my curvaceous pregnant stomach. It looks so sweet! The semi regular kickboxing from within my tummy even has the ability to wake me up, make me stop and catch my breath, and even (and I’m not proud of this), make me go to the bathroom. All the weight on my bladder is really starting to have an impact, although I don’t mind peeing twenty times a day if my baby girl is healthy, LOL! The skin across my baby belly has become even more taut and tight as baby grows, and I noticed it yields a little less to poking and prodding now. I’ve also developed an “outie” bellybutton, which is rather weird I must say. Over the past week my belly button just “popped” outward, and now sits proudly like a third nipple on my body, it looks hilarious! I’ve discovered that the “outie” is completely visible through tight clothing, so I’ll most likely put a large band-aid across it if I plan on going outside anytime soon, lol. Now when she’s rubbing or massaging my pregnant belly, or just saying hi to baby, Sarah always makes a point to tickle and rub my protruding outie, sometimes causing baby to stir awake. I swear, she’s having too much fun with my heavily pregnant shape.

Sarah and I have noticed some other, less exciting changes at this stage in my pregnancy. Heartburn and lower back aches come to mind, but I guess it makes sense considering I have a nearly full-term infant sitting right on top of my intestines, heh. Any other inconveniences… oh yeah, I’ve finally developed the “pregnancy waddle” that women get in the third trimester. Sarah thinks it’s cute, and I have to admit I do look rather awkward and funny, but it’s more than a little frustrating. My massive belly not only throws off my center of gravity, but it also makes bending and picking things up nearly impossible. At this point, even attempting to see my feet is a lost cause, lol! The same goes for my penis, hah. Luckily, however, getting aroused is no problem at all; I swear these hyper pregnancy hormones still have me hot even with all the negatives! Getting comfortable throughout the day is becoming increasingly difficult though, so I find myself spending a lot of time in the bathtub, relaxing and enjoying the soothing weightlessness that the warm water provides my swollen baby belly. Long baths also help me to relax and focus on the baby, and spend a little quality time gently touching, stroking my fecund baby belly and reading to the precious cargo within my distended womb. That, and it gives me another excuse to use the expensive bath-time Belly Butter Sarah bought for me. There’s something incredibly sexy about coming out of the shower or bath and seeing a shiny, swollen pregnant baby-ball in the bathroom mirror. LOL, I’m beginning to sound a lot like Sarah now! Well, I can’t help it, this pregnancy is changing me in so many exciting ways!

Another important change has been my breasts: they’ve continued to grow and are occasionally leaking a little fluid. I haven’t asked Emma about it yet, but from what I’ve gathered it’s colostrum, or early milk. It’s a little weird being a man and all, but lactating is nothing compared to being a pregnant man and having another human being living and moving inside you!  Sarah and Emma guesstimated that I’m around a large B cup now, and Sarah absolutely insisted on taking me maternity shopping in the mall yesterday. I had been perfectly content with ordering shirts and pants from internet sites and not even attempting to cross-dress and venture out into public, but Sarah apparently had her mind-set on dressing me in drag and seeing if anyone would notice. Normally I would’ve been terrified about walking anywhere other than a couple of the restaurants here on campus (while massively clothed, mind you), but Sarah did a wonderful job applying makeup to my face and actually found a solid black dress from her overweight days that fit! I’ve been letting my brown hair grow out since I first learned I was pregnant, and all the pregnancy hormones have kept facial and body hair off and really “softened” my facial features and muscles. That and I’ve successfully learned how to raise my voice a couple of registers into falsetto so I have more of a feminine mezzo-soprano, instead of the distinct, masculine baritone I usually speak in. I was more than a little nervous about being recognized, but apparently everyone in the mall figured I was just another pregnant woman, albeit a rather tall pregnant woman, but a pregnant woman nonetheless. I was amazed when we arrived at Motherhood Maternity, to find that the staff couldn’t tell either, and Sarah quickly helped me find a nice floral pattern dress, a sweater, three bras and some maternity underwear, designed with belly-support in mind. The cashier even remarked on how beautiful and unique I looked, and that I definitely had that pregnancy glow about me. I simply smiled as Sarah and I walked out, our little secret kept safe.

After walking around the mall for a bit I got a strong craving for Szechuan chicken and pretzels (I can’t make this up!) so we made our way to the foodcourt. As we got up to leave, Sarah and I noticed a young girl, no more than nine or so years old, with her mother eyeing us carefully from the adjacent table.

“Uh-oh mister pregnant man, looks like you’ve got a fan; while you’re in public you’re very much a woman, got it?” Sarah whispered through chuckles as she motioned to the little girl sitting across from our table.

“What, you mean more excited and curious than you?” I laughed as I quickly glanced in the girl’s general direction.

As I stood the strawberry-blonde haired girl approached rather nervously, with her mother watching from the nearby table. I stopped as she came forward cautiously, and finally made eye contact.

"Do you have a baby inside your tummy?" she asked, raising her head toward me.

“Yes, I am with child.” I smirked and glanced over to Sarah, who was giggling at this point.

"Can I feel it?" the little girl asked quickly.

I smiled toward her, and recalled I hadn’t been in this situation since I was with my niece Jennifer… of course she knows I’m a man. It would’ve felt awkward, but the girl was just too adorable to snap at.

I simply nodded and she giggled and came closer. Her eyes went wild as she pressed down on my round baby belly. Her small hands felt so small against the dark black fabric of the dress and the sheer weight of my expanding mound. Her eyes tipped down and she leaned in close, murmuring to the baby inside me. I smiled as I felt the baby roll and kick, almost as if in response to her touch. It too sweet, positively cavity-inducing!

"Look, mommy," she said smirking, "She likes me."

The mom smiled as she got up and made her way toward her daughter. Meanwhile I couldn’t help but think how this little girl knew I was carrying a baby girl. It was either an amazing coincidence, or an encounter with fate.

“Congratulations,” the woman warmly smiled as she pried her daughter’s hands off of my burgeoning belly.

“Thank you,” I responded back, in my best feminine register.

“Now Penny, what do we say to the nice lady?” Mom looked inquisitively at her daughter.

“Thank you and good luck with baby!” she smiled as they went along their way.

Sarah and I grinned at each other as we made our way back to her car. I don’t know if I’ll go drag ever again, especially in public, but I have to admit it was fun not caring what people would think for at least a little while. Being pregnant has been, without a doubt, the most amazing time in my life. I think I’ll really miss it after this experiment is over. But I still have another ten or maybe even eleven weeks to go before the Caesarian surgery, so I’m going to do my best to live it up until then… even if it means spilling the beans to my nosy niece, lol! If the run-in at the mall was foreshadowing, then I probably won’t be able to pry my niece off of my waist this weekend. LOL, I guess it’s true what they say, nothing attracts hands (stranger or family) like a pregnant belly! *Ugh* I’m getting kicked again, looks like baby knows when I’m talking about her popularity, lol! I’ll write again once my brother arrives, and hopefully I’ll have positive events to jot down. Until then, I think it’s Baby Girl’s story-time! Now where did I put those Dr. Seuss books…

January 28th 2007 (31 Weeks Pregnant!)
Pacing around his apartment nervously, Jack couldn’t concentrate. He’d been trying his best to prepare for the inevitable confrontation with his family, who would be arriving any minute now.
His girlfriend Sarah preferred he take the clandestine approach, and deny any recognition of his delicate condition while his family was in town. She even went so far as to stop by the local “Big & Tall” store and buy her impossibly growing love some ridiculously baggy jeans and loose-fitting sweaters; black of course (in hopes of making the bulge less noticeable). Wearing his strictly black attire, Jack felt comfortable and secure for a time, confident that his older brother Tom would still be in the dark as to his historical secret. But it was his niece that worried him; Jennifer, the only one in his family naive, and perceptive enough, to believe he was carrying a baby inside his curvaceous midsection. He was anxious as all hell...

To make matters worse, the phone just would not stop ringing. It seemed to be nearly enough to make the pregnant man lose his mind.

“Is that him again?!” Jack asked his girlfriend nervously as he waddled back and forth in front of his door.

“Yep, he’s a bit lost downtown... can you help?” Sarah sounded frustrated. Jack had told her Tom wasn’t too great with directions.

“Come on, I told him like 3 times now!” He was getting frustrated. He stopped to take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry honey, I don’t mean to snap at you... just tell him the University’s the third exit off the interstate, just make a right and you can’t miss it!” Jack explained as he gazed into his lover’s eyes apologetically. His left hand was placed firmly upon the small of his back, while the right cradled his tummy lovingly; clearly he was having back pain now, as the burden his swollen pregnant belly placed on his body was beginning to take its toll. Sarah sent her lover a sympathetic, understanding smile before continuing her attempt at direction-giving.
“Do you have all that Tom? Alright, great! We’ll see you in thirty minutes then! I know, I can’t wait to finally meet you either; say hello to Jennifer for me!” Sarah chirped enthusiastically as she closed Jack’s cell phone as she approached him in the entryway, her hands joining his at the small of his back. She began to rub earnestly in circles, trying to ease the pain.

“How does that feel honey? Is there anything more I can do for you before they get here?” Sarah asked.

“Mmmmh... nope... this is wonderful...“ Jack cooed. The massage felt wonderful on his aching lower back, even if he was standing up at the moment. He’d take anything he could to relax him before his family arrived.

The half-hour seemed to last an eternity, until a loud knock on the door announced Tom’s arrival. Suddenly Jack found himself longing to have those thirty minutes back. All of a sudden the reality hit him... he didn’t know if he could do this. Sarah, the love of his life, gradually nudged his large body in the direction of the front door.

Jack took a deep breath and shouted “Coming!” before slowly walking towards the door, he had to practice not waddling, although it was going to be difficult.

As the door opened, Jack was greeted by a slightly imposing, but familiar presence, his older brother Tom. Standing a little over waist level on her father was his niece, Jennifer. The pair were grinning outlandishly, obviously thrilled to see Jack.

“Hey there little brother, how the hell are you?!“ The impossibly tall, bearded thirty-something smiled widely as he grabbed his little brother and gave him a giant bear hug.

“Oof!” Jack smiled, a little stunned by the firmness of the hug. Sometimes he wondered if his brother enjoyed making him wince.

“Hahaha, not too bad bro, not too bad! Come on in!” Jack directed his brother inside towards Sarah.

Tom extended a firm and genuine handshake to Sarah. “Tom Blooming, the whole family’s heard so many wonderful things about you!” He smiled earnestly.

“Sarah Thompson” she smiled back, “and I’ve heard nothing but praise as well! How’s the new addition?” Sarah smiled at the thought of having her own children with Jack one day.

“Max? Oh, he’s great! My wife Donna brought him out west to her family in California for the weekend, and I have some business meetings here over the next couple of days and I thought I’d stop by.” He paused. “I just can’t believe it, you know? My little brother is a freshman at college, and at one of the best college’s in the country. Time flies by so fast!” Both he and Sarah smiled before continuing on with introductory pleasantries.

“Uncle Jack, we missed you!” It was his niece’s turn for a hug, and hers nearly matched the intensity and strength of her father’s. She then placed her hands on his slightly concealed, yet still protruding stomach.

“Have you gained more weight Jack?” she looked puzzled as she gently poked the taut skin of Jack’s swollen middle.

“Maybe I have, what do you care, huuuuh?” Jack smiled in a playfully condescending tone as he removed her prying hands from his waist.

Jack led his family into the living room of his apartment, and they all took seats on the sofa and adjacent loveseat.

“Very nice pad here Jack! That study you mentioned is legit, isn’t it? I wish I could’ve had a dorm like this back when I was your age!”

Tom’s eyes were drawn to Jack and Sarah, sitting happily on the sofa across from him. From the seated position, Jack’s midsection did look quite a bit rounder and heavier. He hadn’t even noticed a bulge earlier, but now it seemed much more apparent. The keen lawyer chalked it up to the newfound college lifestyle of unlimited beer and partying like crazy.

“You have put on a little weight, haven’t you Jack?” Tom asked.

Jack’s eyes froze. Before he could speak, however, his brother interrupted him.

“Freshman 15 huh? Can’t resist all the beer can you?“ Tom smiled as he teased. “I remember those days. Well, whatever it is you’re drinking just make sure you don’t get caught on campus with it... and whatever you do please don’t get a fake ID... you get busted with that and it’s an instant felony... and that means I have a very big headache...”

Jack laughed heartily. “What are you, my legal advisor now Tommy? Just because you do it for a living doesn’t mean I don’t have commonsense.”

“You gained a lot of weight in a couple of months Jack, you sure there’s nothing else you want to tell us?” Jennifer wanted to see how he’d react. Her eyes were fixed on his swollen abdomen, which seemed even larger and more peculiar now than it did back in November.

Jack turned his focus back to Jennifer “And why do you suddenly think you can just call me Jack instead of uncle Jack? Huh?” He skirted the issue as he grinned.

“Hey, I’m almost thirteen you know! You’re not too much older than me buddy!” She snapped back, a real spitfire, true to her mother’s family.

“Well Jack has been eating a lot more fast food and all around junk since he moved in here; it’s partly my fault too.” Sarah admitted, trying to divert Jennifer’s attention. “I usually don’t suggest the healthiest of meals; I was just blessed with an overactive metabolism.” She had succeeded in her task, and now Tom was preparing to speak.

“You gotta watch what you say around this one Jack, she’s getting older, keener, and more smart-alecky every day. She thinks that becoming a teenager gives her complete control over her life and my household. She even tried to bring a fifteen year old punk home for a date, isn’t that right Jennifer?” Tom frowned as he questioned his daughter.

“First of all, I told you I’m Jen now. Jennifer doesn’t suit me anymore. And secondly, I’m sorry you can’t appreciate Skyler’s rebellious attitude and free-spirit. He‘s so much hotter than that loser Derrick from the German Club.” She retorted condescendingly.

“The eternal know-it-all... of course, I’m going to have my teenage daughter lecture me on what’s best for her at this impressionable age... see what I have to deal with Jack?” Tom smiled as he conceded a temporary victory to his fiery daughter.

“Anyway, I’m sure you two are starving after the long trip! How about we all go out for dinner? There’s a great pizza parlor just down the street.”

“Sounds good to me!” Jenny exclaimed enthusiastically.

“That’d be great!” Tom said, before stopping himself. “I haven’t checked into the hotel yet, and I’ll be meeting with some clients tomorrow. I wanted to know if I could either leave Jennifer with you two tonight or bring her on over tomorrow morning; I don’t want her being alone in the hotel... or even worse, downtown.” Tom asked.

Before Jack or Sarah could answer, Jennifer eagerly volunteered to stay at her uncle’s apartment and sleep on living-room sofa.

“You don’t mind if she sleeps here in the living room, do you Jack? As long as she’s quiet and doesn’t wake up the neighbors?” Tom pleaded.

“Nope, won’t be a problem at all...” Jack trailed off.

“Then it’s settled! Let’s go get some food, we can catch up more over dinner!” Tom enthusiastically stood up and headed for the door.

Jack meekly smiled as the group prepared to leave his apartment. He could only wonder if his niece was on to him, and if he would have to reveal anything tonight.


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January 28th, 2007 (31 Weeks Pregnant) - PART II

The meal at Luigi’s Brooklyn-Style Pizza could not have ended any sooner.

Despite a small reprieve, Jack’s worries continued to mount. During the meal, Jack noticed how his niece continued to eye him with great confusion and suspicion, like she knew exactly what he was hiding; the entire family swore she could be a gifted scientist someday, propelled by her intensely curious nature. She wanted to know, had to know what was causing the intense weight gain her “favorite” uncle was experiencing. She had even cut a call with her first potential boyfriend Skylar short to ask him questions about his eating habits and the experiences he’s had at the university thus far.

Jack decided he knew what he had to do. Using a bathroom break as an ideal opportunity to excuse himself from the table, Jack got up and made his way to the bathroom. From there he called the chief researcher of the study herself, Emma, and asked her for her opinion on the whole mess...
“Well Jack, it’s up to you...” Emma paused, the static in the background mounting. “Do you think she’ll run off and tell everyone the truth behind your condition? If that’s the case, I absolutely can’t condone it.” Emma was firm; she was not about to lose all of her hard-earned work because of a nosy family member.

“I think she can... but I don’t know... I had a hard enough time trusting Sarah not to tell.” Jack stopped, contemplating what to do.

“If she could meet with me immediately prior, we could all make her agree to secrecy, and then proceed to explain everything to her.” She continued, “I mean, the actual physical mechanics of the male pregnancy process. She sounds like the scientific type, right?” Emma questioned.

“Absolutely. My brother says she aces all of her science work, and is constantly glued to the Discovery Health channel.” Jack added.

“Perfect. Well give it your best shot to prepare her, then bring her on over to my place. I should be home around eight tonight.” She sounded in high spirits as usual.

“Sounds good” Jack said.

“Oh, I almost forgot Jack; one more thing...” Emma stalled.

“What’s that Doctor?”

“Bring that girlfriend of yours, Sarah... I like her!” Emma giggled as the two exchanged goodbyes.

It was only seven-thirty in the evening, but Jack’s brother felt exhausted from traveling after a workday. He drove his brother, Sarah and Jennifer back to the apartment before saying goodnight and heading to check in at the prestigious Wyndham in the heart of downtown. He’d be in business meetings until five the next day, and the day after that he’d be heading back home with Jenny.

When the three returned home, Jack knew the time was right to confront his inquisitive niece.

“That was great, I’m stuffed as always!” Sarah smiled, pushing her belly out in a vain attempt to match her boyfriend’s impressive girth.

“Who are you kiddin’ babe, I’m the one who’s stuffed here!” Jack grimaced as he patted his pendulous belly on its sides. He and Sarah plopped down on the sofa, while his niece sat in the upholstered chair directly in front of them. He noticed Jennifer was quiet, still examining his midsection with her eyes, trying to figure out just what gives.

Jennifer‘s voice broke the silence. “What’s the deal with that Uncle Jack? What’s going on with your tummy?”

Jack took Sarah’s hand, and their eyes met in agreement.

“Can you keep a secret Jen?” Jack motioned his know-it-all niece to come forward and sit on the sofa with them.

Moving slowly towards Jack’s seat on the sofa, Jennifer was taken aback. First by the question, and second by the gesture Jack had in calling her Jen, treating her more like an adult... she wished more people would do that. After all, she’d enter the proud ranks of know-it-all teenagers in a mere month.

“A secret?” She sounded puzzled. “What do you mean a secret? How big?” She asked honestly as she sat down to her uncle‘s side.

“We’re talking if anyone else knows this secret my life, Sarah’s life, and all of the university faculty and our family’s lives are ruined big.” Jennifer noted the utmost sincerity in her uncle’s words.

“Absolutely. I won’t tell anyone.” Jennifer answered.

“Do you swear on your life?” Jack asked honestly.

“Yes, yes, yes! What’s the big secret already?” She was becoming more than a little impatient.

Again, Jack’s eyes met Sarah in agreement.

“Go ahead and show her, honey...” Sarah smiled, her eyes glancing down toward Jack’s swollen middle. The baby was kicking, she could swear it. Tiny ripples moved out across the black fabric’s surface. They were subtle with the clothing on... but to the trained eye there was no mistaking it. What a perfect time to demonstrate the pregnancy, Sarah laughed to herself.

“Show me wha...” Jennifer’s sentence fell short as Jack lifted the large black sweater up, stopping at his chest, and revealing an enormously rounded, pregnant-looking belly, proudly jutting forth for all the world to see. Once free of it’s tight confines, the massive bump even seemed to grow. Jennifer’s thoughts were once again interrupted, however, by her uncle’s voice.

“You’re going to have a new cousin in a couple of months!” Jack smiled. His niece looked absolutely stunned. She was in disbelief, and rightfully so.

“How is that...” Jennifer stammered. “That’s not even...” she stumbled on, at a loss for words.

“It’s not supposed to be, but you have a very keen eye and a sharp mind Jen. You were the only one who assumed the actual truth of the matter; that I’m -” Jack was cut off.

“That’s not possible! I just thought you looked like mom did... I like to imagine things, and pretend my future husband will have the kids for me some day... honestly I know men can’t get -” she interrupted.

“Pregnant?” Jack finished her sentence. He elaborated “I didn’t think it was possible either, until my first week up here, when this study you’ve heard about made me realize quite the opposite.” Jack smiled as he cupped his smooth, rounded belly with both of his hands. All Jennifer could do was stare in total awe. The protruding belly looked incredibly tight and even a bit lopsided, as if it were more horizontal than vertical. Jennifer couldn’t help but recognize this shape, as her mother displayed it a few weeks before her brother was born. He even had the same “outtie” bellybutton mom had weeks before Max was born. This couldn’t be real, she thought...

“It looks convincing... but it’s not possible... you’re putting me on.” Jennifer was still in disbelief, her logical nature not allowing her to accept at face value her intuition and imagination.

“Do you want to meet her?” Jack asked flatly, his eyes glancing down to his expectant belly, his hands rubbing it gently in circles.

“Wha-?” Jennifer couldn’t understand the question... her minds was still trying to process all of this.

“Do you want to meet your cousin-to-be?” Jack smiled warmly, inviting Jennifer’s hands to his very-pregnant baby belly. “Do you want to feel?” Still thoroughly confused but absolutely intrigued, Jennifer placed her small hands in Jack’s as he guided them to his rounded expectant tummy.

“She’s been kicking up a storm lately, you’ve got to feel this!” He smirked as he guided his niece’s hands across his swollen baby-filled bump. After a minute or two Jack could feel a very pronounced kick from within. Jennifer had to have felt that one; there could be no doubt.

“Wow!” Jennifer’s eyes went wild.

“Did you feel that?” Jack smiled.

“Yeah! There’s an actual baby in there! You really are pregnant, aren’t you?!” Jennifer sounded enthusiastic at this point. She ignored Jack’s eyes and continued to focus intently on his rounding belly, carefully exploring the contours and gently poking, searching for shapes within it.

“Yep, and I definitely was when I babysat you in November, although I had only known a few weeks myself.” Jack beamed.

“Hello baby! I knew you were in there!” Jennifer gleefully whispered into Jack’s baby belly.

“Whoa, get ready here!” Jack laughed.

Jennifer felt the hard mass beneath Jack’s round belly roll and shift for a moment, as if the baby were trying to turn itself into a different position. Her cousin was responding to her, and she loved every impossible second of it.

“Wow, that’s amazing! Your tummy looks and feels just like moms did when she was pregnant!” It felt just like deja vu for Jack.

“Yep, although I think I’m already a little bigger at eight months than Donna was at nine! Apparently I’ve got more room to grow up and out.” Jack laughed as his niece continued to examine his fertile midsection. She pressed her ear up to his firm baby bump, her eyes wide with expectation.

“I swear I can hear her in there! This is so awesome!” Jennifer gleefully continued to trace her small hands across Jack’s immense belly, trying to identify the tiny limbs that pressed into her hands.

“Awwww!” Sarah sighed; the family moment was far too cute. “That’s exactly what I did when I found out... that’s priceless!” Jack simply smiled a knowing smile toward his love.

The examination lasted a few minutes more, before the eager explorer wanted answers. Jennifer finally removed her hands from Jack’s belly and glanced up at him.

“What exactly did this study do to make you pregnant?” she asked.

“Do you want to find out?” he asked, grinning.

“Yes, of course!” Jennifer’s enthusiasm nearly matched the confusion she felt earlier.

January 28th, 2007 (31 Weeks Pregnant) - PART III
Jennifer could hardly believe what had just happened. Her favorite uncle in the whole world was pregnant, and she somehow knew it long before the revelation. Now, she was sitting in a small doctor's office with Jack and his girlfriend Sarah. The three were sitting in folding chairs in the examination room while Emma gathered materials for the examination. Emma seemed really nice, although Jennifer hadn't really broken out of the shock, confusion and excitement to ask coherent questions.

"Got everything you need, Em?" Jack asked as Emma walked into the room with a cart full of medical supplies.

"In addition to the sonogram, I think I've got it all right here." Emma said. She then turned toward Jennifer.

"Well now Jenny, I hear you're interested in learning more about your uncle Jack's pregnancy?" Emma smiled.

"Absolutely! How did you manage to do THAT?!" Jennifer asked, pointing to Jack's belly. He smiled as Sarah moved her hand around the taut surface before planting a peck on his cheek.

"I'm going to have to trust you not to tell ANYONE about this Jennifer; no family, friends or anyone at all. If you do, there will be a whole lot of trouble for your uncle, myself, and our entire
team. You wouldn't want that, would you?" Emma asked frankly.

"No ma'am; I swear I won't tell anyone." Jennifer answered.

"Alright, well how about we start the exam, huh? Jack, you know what to do." She responded.

"Hahaha, the weigh-in; my favorite part..." Jack laughed sarcastically as got up, kicked off his sandals and stepped onto the scale, certain he wasn't going to like what it said. 199 it read.

"A hundred-ninety-nine, seriously?" Jack wrapped his arms under his swollen belly and gently pulled upward. "I won't be able to move soon!" He laughed.

"199 isn't bad at all for a man of your height and stature, as far as I'm concerned you were underweight when we began the study." Emma paused.

"So; 199 pounds, or about 30 or so pounds total since the beginning of your pregnancy. That's right on track with an average female pregnancy" Emma stated.

"Alright Jack, time to take some measurements of the baby..." Emma said.

Jack knew the drill. He stepped down from the scale and climbed up on the examination table. Emma approached his side as Jenny looked on in amazement. Sarah simply smiled at her lover.

"Let's see how baby's progressing, shall we?" Emma asked as she rolled Jack's tight maternity t-shirt up over his rounded belly.

"Does the shape of my tummy look a little weird to you, Emma?" Jack wondered, pointing to his heavily pregnant belly, which seemed almost horizontal, stretching out to the sides like a prize-winning watermelon.

"Hmmm... possibly, though it's nothing to be worried about." Emma stated as she felt around the edges of his pregnancy.

He smiled as he felt her warm hands pressing down on his tight skin. Emma made several quick, firm prods along the belly's edges and center. He knew that she was checking the baby's position. Emma stopped and held each hand down lightly on the opposing sides of Jack's swollen baby belly.

"From what I can feel... the baby's lying in a sideways, or transverse position." She said, lightly stroking the left side of Jack's huge belly with her hand. She then paused and took Jack's hand and placed it underneath hers.

"I think her head is right here." she said. Jack could barely feel a hard, rock-like shape within his pregnant belly. He smiled as his eyes went to Sarah, who was beaming brightly. Jennifer, on the other hand, still looked amazed and thoroughly attentive. Emma could tell just how excited Jack's niece was.

"Would you like to feel the baby Jenny?" Emma asked.

"You two come over here and feel this!" Jack exclaimed. Jenny and Sarah couldn't help but oblige him.

The next day...

Tom arrived at his younger brother's apartment at seven a.m. sharp for the plane ride home. Jack saw an incredible air of confidence about his brother that he had not seen since he first passed the BAR exam.

"Hey bro, I take it the meeting with those prospective clients went well." Jack grinned at his brother, his large black sweater concealing his fecund figure from his brother.

"Oh yeah." Tom grinned sharply. "Thank you so much for letting Jenny stay with you last night... I was in negotiations 'til ten pm..." Tom paused.

"But our whole family is going to be set for life, bro." Tom intimated.

"What do you mean?" Jack was puzzled.

"Just wait until your birthday or our next family get-together..." Tom gave a subtle smirk. He saw his daughter approaching down the hall. Sarah walked alongside her with all her luggage.

"There's my teenage drama queen!" Tom laughed as Jenny approached, still groggy from her sleep.

"Whatever dad." Jennifer was only minimally dismissive this particular morning.

"See this, Jack?" Tom pointed at his daughter. "Nothing but sass; don't go having any kids... they might end up like this one. I swear, thirteen going on thirty..." Tom chuckled playfully. Jack and Sarah both let out a nervous laugh. He didn't seem to know what was really going on...

"Say goodbye to your uncle and Ms. Thompson honey." Tom stated. His daughter perked up a little for their goodbyes.

"Bye Sarah! It was sooo cool meeting you!" Jenny hugged Sarah goodbye and thanked her for the awesome time.

"Bye Jack!" Jenny excitedly hugged her uncle by the waist and smiled knowingly. Jack hoped she didn't give anything away. Thankfully, his brother was busy checking his Blackberry.

Tom and his daughter made their way out the door, when he stopped for one more goodbye. "Great seeing you again bro, and it was wonderful meeting you Sarah! You guys take care! Oh, and Jack: make sure to bring her with you to all of our family stuff from now on; I know she'll be a big hit with mom and dad!"

And, just like that, Jack's family left without incident. He and Sarah rested at ease, knowing their secret was safe, at least for now.

February 4, 2007 (32 Weeks Pregnant!)

"Oh... my... God!" Sarah let out a lustful sigh of passion as she felt Jack's thrusting manhood deep inside her; she was climaxing yet again. The indescribable wave of euphoria flooded Sarah, and filled her mind with absolutely ecstasy. She loved this. In fact, there was almost nothing she loved more than riding her favorite man in the entire world. The sex was just as amazing as it had been, albeit far more challenging considering Jack's advanced pregnancy. Looking down, Sarah still couldn't believe what she saw; or rather, what she couldn't see. She knew Jack had been developing nicely over the past few weeks, but she could barely see her lover's face behind the incredibly swollen baby belly. As he was lying down, Jack's bulging bump jutted out directly from his waist, his rigid, protruding bellybutton a testament to its sheer size. There was no way around it; it was fucking huge. And she loved it. As if entranced, Sarah pulled her hands away from her lover's thighs and began rubbing the shiny, taut & swollen baby bump vigorously before resting them on top of the massive mound. She cooed as she saw and felt the baby's foot kick out against her cupped hands. Sarah's touch and the baby's movements made Jack tingle and shiver as he let out a soft groan in delight; as always, her lover looked blissfully happy as she rode his erect manhood up and down the roomy king-sized bed.
Jack Blooming collapsed his body on the comfy bed, thoroughly exhausted and satisfied from an incredible orgasm that seemed to last forever. His naked, heavily pregnant body dripping from head to toe in sweat; sex with Sarah was always an intense, immeasurably gratifying experience. Jack's brief panting was interrupted by laughter as he looked down: the only thing he saw was his prominent bump was shining with sweat. "God... I'm huge." was all he could think as he laid his head back down on the pillows and rested both of his hands on each side of his bulging belly. The baby was still, likely having been lulled to sleep by the rhythmic movements of its parents moments earlier.

While not nearly as exhausted, the experience took an obvious toll on his lover as well; as she was taking way longer than usual to "clean up" in the bathroom. Sarah yawned as she slid into bed, cuddling up next to her pregnant man with her head on his shoulder.

"That was incredible my dear." Sarah sighed as she placed an open hand atop the warm flesh of her boyfriend's pregnant swell, eager to see if the baby was still stirring. The baby was calm and relaxed, just as she was.

"You were the incredible one babe." Jack placed his hand atop his lover's as the two drifted off to sleep in absolute blissful love.

February 18, 2007 (34 Weeks Pregnant!)
Today I am officially thirty-three weeks pregnant! It's certainly been a while since I've written, and a lot of interesting things have happened. A few weeks ago my brother Tom and his daughter Jennifer came and visited Sarah and I here at the university. During their visit I revealed my condition to my ever-perceptive niece, as she was perhaps the first person to suspect I was pregnant, despite how impossible it might have been. While I initially didn't want to reveal my condition to her I feel I can trust her and who knows, maybe she will grow up like Emma to impregnate unsuspecting college guys. As funny as that thought might be, part of me thinks men could really learn from and enjoy this process as much as I have.

Speaking of that, I'm still thoroughly enjoying my pregnancy, but I must admit that being eight months gone is taking some rather annoying tolls on my body. While I haven't experienced any contractions yet I'm full-on waddling, starting to get more back pain, finding myself frequently winded and my feet hurt like crazy. Perhaps the most annoying part of being so pregnant is the fact that I have to pee every two minutes; it's like my baby is just sitting right on top of my bladder! I've spoken with Emma and she explained that all of my discomforts are completely normal and nothing to be concerned about. The only discomfort Emma said would likely remain until birth is my shortness of breath, as unlike in a female pregnancy the baby will have nowhere to "drop to" in my pelvis. As I wrote earlier, I'm officially waddling full-time at this point in the pregnancy. I'm somewhat glad I don't get out too much, especially in my true "male form", because I believe that no matter how weird or impossible it would seem, anyone could peg me as an incredibly pregnant man. Throughout my discomforts and bitching my love Sarah has been so sweet and wonderful to me, especially since I've felt so worn out recently. She's constantly rubbing my back and feet; her gently touch and soothing voice calm and relax me whenever I feel crummy. Emma's reassurance and Sarah's love have kept me sane and incredibly happy during this rather uncomfortable part of my pregnancy; I never knew just how hard it could be being *this* pregnant!

I can't think of a way to describe myself other than heavily pregnant; at just over eight months, my baby belly is the epitome of round, hard and heavy. At this point most of my extra large maternity shirts simply won't fit, and Sarah can't help but laugh watching as my seemingly-fitting shirts roll-upwards underneath my rounded tummy. I should point out that it's not just my belly that's weighing me down these days either; my breasts have continued to fill with milk, and I'm measuring at about a 36B cup size. I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but one of the huge perks of being so pregnant is that I'm really enjoying life with big, feminine tits. Sarah loves to squeeze and lick my super-sensitive nipples during sex, causing little droplets of milk to trickle out. As bizarre as it may sound I absolutely love having my tits played with; I had no idea how much fun women got to have with these things! As fun as they are my growing boobs have also made me heavier, clumsier and all around more uncomfortable in clothing; almost nothing fits now! I shouldn't really be so surprised about the main reason behind my difficulty in finding clothes that fit; my massive baby bump continues to dwarf every other physical feature on my body and now measures just over 48 inches around. Over the past few weeks I've also noticed that my belly looks somewhat "sideways" and kind of longish and weird; round and taut like a ripe watermelon. I asked Emma about my belly's "weird" shape; she told me that the baby is still laying inside me horizontally, and referred to baby's lie as the "vertex" position. She also told me that she wants to give my belly and baby a couple of weeks to "straighten out", otherwise she wants to try what's called a "manual version", which involves Emma and another doctor attempting to manipulate the baby from the outside with their hands. Emma said it's not a very fun procedure, and that she'll only do it if baby hasn't turned around by the end of my 37th week, as she would prefer the Caesarian section be as normal as possible for a pregnant male when the time comes. Getting back to my bump, it's amazing to me that, despite my massive size, I don't have a single stretch mark on my swollen eight-month tummy! It could be that good skin runs in my genes, or maybe its the fact that Sarah has made a ritual out of gently massaging copious amounts of cocoa butter into my expanding baby bump at least three times a day. While I must admit it feels incredible, Sarah's belly-rubbing ritual helps us both stay relaxed and bond together, plus we both love feeling the baby kick and squirm in response to Sarah's warm touch; some nights I swear she even lulls the baby to sleep with her gentle touch when the baby is otherwise rambunctiously kicking apart the confines of my womb. Speaking of my baby's activity, her movements have slowed down a little bit at this point in the pregnancy, as she's running out of womb (I couldn't resist!). However she's more thank making up for frequency with intensity; last night she whacked my bladder so hard I almost peed myself on the couch! I'm at the point in my pregnancy where I can *definitely* tell the difference between baby's punches, kicks, attempted somersaults and hiccups; Sarah and I have continued to take little home movies of each of us gently pressing down on my tum and watching a little hand or foot stretch out the taut skin above. It feels so weird, but it's incredibly comforting and surprisingly natural as well!

Like most pregnant couples, Sarah and I have been thinking about names for the baby, and I'm thinking about naming her "Autumn", after my late grandmother who was absolutely crucial in raising my older brother and I. Sarah loves the choice, and we have both taken to calling her by her name when we whisper, sing to and caress her within the womb. While it does make me somewhat sad to think that I won't really be able to raising the baby as my own, Emma and her colleagues have assured me that Sarah and I can play an active part in raising her, and that she will grow up to know me as her father, although I'm not too sure she would accept the fact that she also came out of my body. My sadness is laid to rest when I consider the treatment I have received from Emma and everyone else in the study ever since my pregnancy was revealed to me in November of last year. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to adopt her after a few years when I'm out of college... by that point Sarah and I might even be able to make enough money from future studies to provide for her and give her a few little brothers and sisters... Hah, I shouldn't really think of such things now, as I'm sure Sarah doesn't want me hogging all the pregnancy in our relationship! LOL.

Well, that's about all I have for tonight; Sarah just got an extra-large pizza and I have to pee like crazy, but what else is new? I'll be updating once I go back to Emma within the week!


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March 4, 2007 (36 Weeks Pregnant!)
“Ugh… good God,” the heavily pregnant man whimpered as leaned downward in a vain attempt to pick his shoes up off the bedroom floor.

“Oh no honey, don’t strain your back! Let me get that for you.” Sarah called out from the living room. Not two seconds later, Jack felt Sarah’s presence beneath him and smiled as she picked up his uber comfortable Crocs off the floor and kissed him on the cheek before placing the shoes in the nearby shoe-rack.

“Thank you baby” Jack sighed, thoroughly fatigued from his half-minute struggle with his constantly-changing center of gravity. Sarah nodded as she helped her fecund lover into their luxurious king-sized bed. Sarah got the covers ready as Jack removed his shirt and laid back, relaxing naked on the bed.

“The easiest things are becoming impossible for me… I didn’t know I could get *any* more pregnant. Not only that, but it’s even harder to get comfortable, even in bed. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised though, how can I feel good when I’m dealing with back-pain, knee-pain, shortness of breath, kicks to the bladder and lack of sleep?” He murmured, cupping his heavily swollen nine-month pregnant belly. “I just wish I could have this baby already,” he pouted, rubbing his belly.

“You’re doing great, baby. We’re in the final stretch now; just hang in there for another month and it’ll all be over. Let me see if I can relax you a little bit.” Sarah placed her hands on top of his distended abdomen and pressed gently in circles; she noticed just how taut and firm the baby-belly was and how easily her hands moved over the glistening bump. Apparently her lover worked up quite the sweat in his futile effort to pick up after himself. Noticing he was beginning to calm down, she moved down to the end of the bed and began rubbing his feet with her favorite edible mandarin-orange scented body cream.

“Mmmmmmhhhhhhh… that feels amazing.” Jack cooed as closed his eyes and finally began to relax. Sarah smirked contentedly; she prided herself in always knowing how to make her pregnant baby feel better.
“Shhh… just relax…” Sarah softly whispered as she continued massaging her lover earnestly, making sure to get all the lower-leg problem areas like the calves and the knees. Sarah didn’t mind; after all, she knew just how hard being nine months pregnant was. Sarah’s mind flashed back to the countless times she did the same thing for her older sister, who was pregnant when Sarah was still in high school. Maybe the fondness and curiosity of memories like that were why she was so attracted to Jack’s pregnant body, she thought. Regardless, she had a job to do, and she wanted to make sure her baby was completely satisfied.

Sarah then decided that it was time for her favorite massage-ritual; she laid flat on the bed and moved her way towards Jack’s thighs. As she massaged, Sarah could not stop thinking about what an amazingly interesting and downright erotic perspective she had; from her vantage point she could no longer see her lover’s head or the headboard for that matter; everything was completely obscured by the miraculous sight of his incredibly round full-term pregnant baby-belly jutting forth in the air. Sarah placed some of the supple body cream on Jack’s tummy and rubbed it in smoothly. To her pleasure she watched the baby’s foot kick back as it sent waves rippling down the swollen bump. Jack sighed in relaxation and Sarah giggled, happy to see that the baby’s movements hadn’t made her darling’s uncomfortable. For the next couple of minutes Sarah rubbed tiny circles across the entire belly, cooing in delight as the baby punched and kicked in playful response. How did she ever get this lucky, Sarah thought to herself as she so often did.

“Hey honey, I don’t mean to interrupt your game, but can you help me get to sleep?” Jack looked extremely tired. Sarah glanced over at the clock. Crap, was it really midnight already? Never mind, he’ll get to sleep soon enough, she thought.

“Of course baby…” Sarah smirked. “In fact, I think I know what will put you out for the night…” she grinned devilishly. Jack wasn’t too sure about what would happen next, but he was certain it’d be good.

The petite, curvaceous blond crawled seductively on top of her lover, planting a few kisses on his lips and cheek before moving to his earlobe and neck. She proceeded to kiss her way down to Jack’s swollen B-cup breasts, making sure to lick his ultra sensitive, milk-engorged nipples for maximum pleasure. Her lover was moaning in pleasure as Sarah stopped at his perfectly swollen tummy; she placed her ear to the bump and swore she could hear the baby’s heartbeat. Sarah then kissed and licked her lover’s popped bellybutton and felt the child kick and roll under the tautly swollen skin. Sarah giggled as she continued kissing her lover before stopping at his manhood. Sarah smiled as she watched Jack’s member rise rapidly. Jack knew what was going to happen, and he closed his eyes and spread out in eager anticipation.

Softly and slowly, Sarah placed her warm, inviting lips on her lover’s erect penis, making sure to use *just enough* teeth on the tip while she worked her way up and down impressively long shaft. This was, without a doubt the best head he had ever received, Jack thought as Sarah continued her work. Sarah made sure to glance up as much as possible while pleasuring her mate, as the sight of his ripe baby belly jostling up and down rhythmically was pure ecstasy, especially from her point of view; she used one of her warm hands to cradle Jack’s balls while the other switched between pinching his sensitive nipples and rubbing his massive, squirming belly. Sarah watched as her love’s face began to twitch in pleasure and felt his legs squirm about; he was going to cum and she wanted to finish strong. Sarah picked up the pace, bobbing up and down furiously until he came within seconds. Sarah eagerly swallowed the seed and smiled at her exhausted lover before patting his belly and remarking:

“I think that oughtta do it, tiger.” She smirked widely; thoroughly pleased with a job well done.

“Uhhh-huhhh….uh-huhh…” was all her lover could respond as the endorphins overtook him and made him instantly, effortlessly sleepy. Jack’s entire body was washed with relaxation; even the baby seemed to calm down and fall asleep following the massive orgasm. Jack could not have been more thrilled to finally get some good sleep without constantly kicking in the middle of the night.

Sarah hit the bathroom to take a quick shower and brush her teeth while her lover lay in bed resting. After a few minutes she returned and spooned the immensely pregnant boy as she relaxed with one hand on his swollen baby belly. All three lives lay peacefully still, their comfort completely undisturbed.

As he drifted off to sleep the heavily pregnant man thought to himself… “This ‘full term pregnant’ thing isn’t too bad after all… maybe I should do it again someday.”

March 11, 2007 (37 Weeks Pregnant!)

“Alright Jack, you know the drill. Lift up your so we can take a look at that beautiful baby.” The good doctor had a certain softness and warmth in her voice that he swore wasn’t there when he began the study almost ten months ago. Jack knew Emma’s demeanor warmed as a direct result of witnessing the successful growth of her prized research. Looking back, it seemed so crazy; a f few months ago, he was just a normal college freshman, a little unsure and anxious but otherwise eager to experience everything life had to offer. Today, he had tens of thousands of dollars in the bank, a massive, luxurious apartment and the sexiest, funniest and downright greatest woman who ever lived to call his own. Despite being entered in the study without his complete knowledge and consent, Jack felt nothing but gratitude toward her because, quite simply, he owed it all to her, Dr. Emma _______; all because she made him, Jack Blooming, the first man in history to be impregnated and carry a baby to term, the evidence of that fact lay sleeping in his swollen belly. What seemed even crazier to Jack was the fact that it all would be over in a mere week or so, as he would deliver his baby girl via C-section at the university’s teaching hospital. While part of him was anxious about returning to regular non-pregnant guy life and having someone else raise his baby, Jack was constantly reassured by Emma and her colleagues that he and Sarah would play active roles in Autumn’s life and that he could even continue participating in further male pregnancy studies if he so chose. His fears largely laid to rest, Jack was ready to have his baby and could not wait for her arrival.

“Jack, are you alright?” Emma asked the pregnant man, puzzled.

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry.” Jack smiled, realizing he had lost himself in another daydream. “Spacing out” was becoming a more frequent occurrence once he had reached the nine-month mark.

Jack groaned slightly as he pulled his extra-large tee shirt up over his swollen bump. He wasn’t exactly proud of the fact that he had worn the same tee shirts and sweat pants for the past two or three weeks, but being as pregnant as he was he could not possibly fit into anything else in his wardrobe, not even the maternity outfits he bought with Sarah in weeks past.
The cold gel stung just a little bit as it poured down his massive full-term belly; no matter how many ultrasounds he had, Jack could never quite get used to the sharp sensation. The cold sensation passed as Emma pressed the wand firmly on his bump and explored up and down its large surface. As she examined him, Jack’s back muscles finally relaxed and he laid comfortably on top of Emma’s examination table. Well, he was as comfortable as he could be for being nine months pregnant. Looking down, Jack saw a familiar sight: his entire view was obscured by the massive, taut belly that housed his unborn daughter. At nine months, the baby belly took up literally the entirety of his midsection, which made it rather difficult for him to do simple things like bend, walk long distances or even certain stretches. In fact, he hadn’t been able to see his feet in well over a month. While Jack could deal with the back, foot, and overall body pains and soreness, shortness of breath was not something he ever thought he could get used to. Being flat on his back wasn’t really helping things, Jack thought to himself as he wheezed slightly.

“Well the baby looks great Jack; perfectly healthy and normal for thirty-seven weeks gestation..” Emma smiled as she turned the machine off and placed her hands upon her patient’s swollen abdomen. It was firm, unyielding and hard to the touch; she swore she felt it spasm and tense up, just a like any other uterus at full term. Jack winced slightly upon feeling the sensation, confirming her suspicions.

“It feels as if you’re having some Braxton-Hicks or pre-labor contractions.” She lightly traced her fingers around Jack’s belly, continuing to feel the taut skin as it tensed even further and became harder and more rigid.

“I know they’re uncomfortable Jack, but they’re completely normal for this stage of pregnancy.” Emma stated knowingly.

“Okay good, I just started feeling them like 3 weeks ago and didn’t really know if they were Braxton-Hicks; I didn’t know if I would get them, being a man and all.” Jack winced, laying a hand softly on his belly as the contraction passed.

“Yes, the synthetic uterus really has enabled your body to sustain a nearly identical pregnancy.” Emma stated. She never ceased to be amazed at just how well Jack’s male physique responded to the pregnancy; almost all of the symptoms, processes and feedback mechanisms were identical to those of a normal female pregnancy.

Emma placed her hands at the base of Jack’s belly, near his pubic bone and pressed firmly along the sides. Leaving one hand at the pubis, she placed the other at the very top of Jack’s pregnant swell, just underneath his chest, and again prodded firmly. Nodding, Emma shook Jack’s pregnant belly lightly and found exactly what she was looking for; the baby was positioned perfectly for a routine vaginal delivery, had it been possible. Finishing up, Emma wiped the gel of Jack’s stomach and helped him sit up on the table.

“Well Jack, as I said earlier the baby is perfectly healthy, and even managed to right herself into a head-down position in the womb. Emma smirked as Jack nodded along with her words.

“Yeah, I haven’t felt a lot of movement from her for a couple of weeks; like you said last month I guess she’s pretty much run out of room in there. I did however feel her make a huge movement about a week ago, like a complete 180 degree spin.” Jack mimicked the movement by running his hand along his exposed pregnant belly in a half-circle motion.

“It felt really weird, but it didn’t hurt or anything.” Jack stated as he pulled his shirt down over his swollen bump.

“Yes, the baby engaging head-down would typically be a pre-requisite for a natural delivery. Of course you can’t deliver the baby naturally, but this should guarantee as smooth and routine of a Caesarian section as Dr. Grant has ever performed.” She smirked and Jack nodded in agreement.

“I also noticed you’ve been wheezing quite a bit lately from the pressure the baby is putting on your diaphragm,” she continued, “In a normal pregnancy, this pressure is relieved by the baby ‘dropping’ into position in the pelvis; unfortunately as a man you will not experience this relief as the baby has nowhere to drop into in your pelvis. However, you can still alleviate the pressure and reduce your shortness of breath by sitting up straight whenever possible or even by getting on all fours on your bed and letting your belly hang beneath you. Also, I’ll forward some of Alexia’s prenatal massage instructions to Sarah so she can help you deal with the shortness of breath as well as the other aches and pains you’ve told me about.” Emma stated compassionately.

“Thank you so much Emma; I’ll definitely take your advice!” Jack smiled. “I know I’m having the baby next week, but what exact day was I scheduled for again?” he asked her curiously.

“Well, we’ve scheduled your surgery with Dr. Grant for next week, on March 20th.” Emma stated.

“So she’ll be an Aries, huh…” Jack grinned. When thought about the baby’s birth sign it made perfect sense, almost everyone is his family was of the fiery, passionate sort. It only seemed fitting that his daughter would fall under that category as well.

“Ummm… yes; I think.” Emma looked a bit confused, an obvious sign that she never read her horoscope.

“Anyway, we want to deliver the baby before you hit forty weeks, just to avoid any potentially harmful effects from labor hormones being secreted in a male body. We don’t think there could be any life-threatening conditions, but your health and the baby’s health are too important to risk anything.” Emma stated honestly.

“Also, before the surgery next week Dr. Grant wants to have a word with you about increasing your compensation… we all cannot believe how well you’ve accepted and thrived during this pregnancy… he wants to provide you with more of the donations we’ve received for the study. Seriously Jack, you could very well be set for life because of your participation!” Emma grinned widely as Jack’s mouth fell open.

“Are you serious?!” Jack said excitedly, almost shouting. He couldn’t believe what was happening; how could something so physically and emotionally rewarding also pay so handsomely? Jack knew he was truly blessed; more so than any other man on Earth.

“That’s what he told me; he’ll have more details and, knowing him, a finalized contract for you next week.” Emma smiled once again.

“Until then, if you experience any sudden pain, discomfort or emergency symptoms, call me right away; my colleagues and I actually have actually kept an entire medical team on standby from last month onward in case of any emergency.” Emma helped Jack as he stepped off the examination table and made his way toward the door.

“Thank you, Emma.” Jack beamed as he was about to set foot outside the office.

“Any time Jack.” Emma said as she smiled back at him.

“No, really. You have no idea just how much you’ve changed my life for the better. I feel like I owe everything to you! First I get to experience the wonderful joy of being pregnant and carrying a baby and now you’re telling me I might be set for life financially… how can I ever repay you?” Jack stated emphatically as tears began to well up in his eyes. Emma could tell how sincere and emotional he was becoming.

“Don’t you worry about repaying me or any such nonsense right now… What you have to do is go home and get your beauty sleep for this little one right here.” Emma smiled as she rubbed his belly. “And besides…” she continued, “You could always help me out by participating in another male pregnancy study in the future… that is, if you and my colleagues are up for it.” She winked at him.

With that, Jack Blooming thanked the good doctor once more and made his short trek home, eager for the events of the upcoming week.

March 19, 2007 (38 Weeks Pregnant!)

“That feels so incredible baby, you don’t know how much you’re helping me right now.” Jack purred as he felt his lover’s warm hands glide gently over his swollen pregnant abdomen. Just like every night for the past week, Sarah had pulled out all the stops; she had cooked dinner, prepared a soothing bath and capped everything off with an hour-long full-body massage, which never failed in relaxing his body and sending him to a gentle sleep immediately afterward. All of this pampering removed any anxiety Jack had about his C-section, which he would be having in mere hours.

“Shhhh… just relax honey. I’m going to see if Alexia was right about helping you breathe better.” Sarah smirked contentedly as she gazed down upon her pregnant lover. Far too uncomfortable for most clothing, Jack had taken to wearing only his largest pair of boxers whenever he was at home. While she was completely sympathetic with him and also could not wait for the date of Jack’s scheduled delivery, part of her secretly reveled in the sight of her man in nothing but underwear day in and day out; it was incredibly erotic, not to mention adorable as well, especially when he would cradle his baby belly in his arms and talk to the baby or sing to it; she was convinced that nothing in all existence could ever be as adorable as that sight. Right now she swore it was as good as it gets, as she observed her pregnant honey splayed out before her completely relaxed and nearly naked, with his gigantic, firm pregnant belly sitting right in front of her face. The generous amounts of cocoa butter she had applied made it look extremely shiny and helped accentuate the sheer enormity of it; Sarah swore she could almost see her reflection in his baby belly; and that, to her, was a sign that she was doing her job right.

Sarah continued to massage her man’s baby bump, becoming mesmerized every time she applied just enough pressure to feel the baby’s shape within his swollen abdomen. No matter how many times she rubbed his heavily pregnant body down, Sarah could not help but giggle and coo each and every time she felt the baby move and acknowledge her presence with its tiny hands or feet. Although the couple had not felt much movement in the past weeks, the baby was especially active tonight, and Sarah could easily feel the baby’s bony appendages as they protruded forward into her soft hands during the massage. While causing some discomfort to her lover, especially if the baby struck near the bladder, the entire experience left Sarah longing to become pregnant herself. She and Jack had discussed having their own children before, but they were smart and agreed not to do anything too rash just because they were enjoying his miraculous pregnancy. She still took the pill and followed her monthly cycle closely. However, they both agreed that when, and not if, they got married, then they would certainly have children… In fact, Sarah often daydreamed about the two of them being pregnant simultaneously and experiencing the entire process together. While not necessarily the most practical, convenient or even smartest move, she secretly desired that it happen one day, as she simply could not get enough of her pregnant boy.

“Do you think Autumn knows this is her last night in there?” Sarah asked as she felt the baby wriggle and kick into her palm.

“I think she does… she’s been going crazy in there all day…” Jack brought a hand to his swollen bump and joined Sarah in her massage; despite how painful the recent kicks and punches could be, there were few things he enjoyed as much as feeling his baby move within his belly.

“I think she’s just as excited to meet us as we are to meet her.” Sarah smiled as she continued the massage.

“I can’t believe it… tomorrow. Tomorrow this will all be over and we’ll get to see her and hold her in our arms.” Jack’s voice contained equal parts happiness and disbelief. He knew he was delivering his daughter the following day but simply couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that, come tomorrow afternoon, he would no longer be pregnant.

“I know, it’s wild isn’t it babe?” Sarah echoed in agreement as she moved down and rubbed the sides of her lover’s belly, hoping to relieve a fleeting Braxton-Hicks contraction.

“I don’t think I’ll be depressed after the birth… I mean, I know she’ll be taken care of wonderfully by her mother and everyone else from the study.” Jack continued; he sounded peaceful and not melancholic or sad as Sarah had previously feared.

“I know you’ve been thinking about that a lot lately… Look at it this way, we’re going to be active roles in her life; she’ll always know who we are. She’ll be less than a quarter mile away and we’ll be able to see her whenever we want.” Sarah’s words always helped reassure Jack and place his mind at ease. He knew that Emma, Angela and the others responsible for the study would continue to take care of him as they had up until this point. Reassured, Jack’s mind and body sunk into pure relaxation as Sarah faithfully continued her exquisite massage.

“Is this helping honey, or is it too uncomfortable?” Sarah asked as she used both of her hands to gently rake the firm, taut skin at the top of his pregnant belly and immediately underneath her lover’s ribs downwards. She had been told by Alexia that such a technique would help relieve the pressure on his diaphragm and provide him more breathing room.

“Yes, it’s helping quite a bit actually. I think I can take in a little more air because of it.” He sighed in relief before continuing, “I’m going to make it all up to you once this baby’s born, I promise.” Sarah could hear a noticeable echo of comfort and relief in her lover’s voice.

“You know I’m not keeping score, right babe?” She continued the soothing massage. “I’m more than happy to do this for you because I love you and I know for a fact that you love me and you’d do this for me in a heartbeat as well.”

“Absolutely…” Jack murmured; Sarah noticed that he and the baby were being lulled to sleep by her massage’s potent relaxing effect. She finished the massage, gently draped the bed sheets over her lover and lay next to him, spooning his pregnant figure as best she could.

“Ya know, if you were a little less pregnant I’m jump on top of you right now and go to town.” Sarah giggled as she cupped her lover’s bulging belly under the sheets. She was definitely going to miss this nightly ritual.

“I know honey…” Jack sounded as if he was half-asleep, “we did that… thousands of times… maybe we can… do it again… someday.” His words trailed as he drifted off to a deep sleep.

“I’d love nothing more than that… I’m going to make it happen babe…” Sarah smiled giddily as she pondered the possibilities of doing it all over again with her lover. Sarah enjoyed her last night with both Jack and the baby tremendously as she began to fall asleep, full of excitement and expectation of having him pregnant once again.


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March 27, 2007 (1 Week Post Partum)

As of today, I am officially no longer pregnant; Dr. Grant and Emma successfully delivered Autumn Elizabeth Blooming via Caesarian section on Tuesday, March 20, 2007! Both baby and I are doing terrific; Autumn is perfectly healthy and was a normal seven pounds, eight ounces at birth. I got to spend the three days recuperating from the surgery with Sarah and Autumn next to me in Emma’s office; she and her staff have been nothing short of incredible as they constantly attend to us around the clock to make sure we’re well fed and healthy. Emma also informed me that they were able to successfully remove the synthetic uterus and that my internal organs looked great and showed no signs of damage or harm from the device’s implantation. Emma and her team now feel confident that the device works safely and will have a massive impact in the field of reproductive medicine.

Two days ago Angela took baby Autumn into her care and I felt a little sad about it. However, my sadness evaporated when she told me that she had decided to move into the penthouse apartment immediately next to Emma. To make things even better, Emma, Angela and Dr. Grant informed me that their foundation had begun forming multi-million dollar contracts with other medical research companies for the rights to produce their own synthetic uterus devices, and, as a result, they would be purchasing my deluxe apartment for me and paying me A MILLION DOLLARS for my crucial participation as the first test subject in the male pregnancy and synthetic uterus program! I absolutely cannot believe it; when Emma told me that Dr. Grant wanted to generously increase my compensation I had no idea. While the contract does require that I continue to remain publicly silent on my historic pregnancy, it seems a small price to pay for Sarah and I to be set for life. The team did inform that if they do decide to announce the possibility of male pregnancy to the public, then I would be able to “go public” with my story, although I don’t really know how much I would want to do that anyway. Interestingly enough, the only other condition stipulated within the contract was that, if I sought to become pregnant again, I would have to seek the services of Emma and the other doctors and scientists behind the study. While I’m glad I gave birth and am no longer heavily, uncomfortably pregnant, I definitely would not rule out doing it again if given the opportunity. With the way Sarah’s maternal instincts have kicked in, something tells me that we just might end up using Emma again in the distant future. That is, after I finish school, propose to and marry Sarah, and build a home together, of course.

I think that just about does it for my diary, I may write from time to time about Sarah, Autumn and my life in general… but ordinary life seems so mundane compared to the incredible journey I’ve experienced in the past ten months. Thank you for following me on this wild ride, here’s to the bright future ahead!

Jack Blooming



-THE END-


-- Edited by theKicking on Tuesday 8th of March 2011 07:30:35 PM

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Five Years Later...

*RING! RING! RING!*

The obnoxious ringtone on her cell phone jarred the thirty-seven year old out of a peaceful slumber. Good naps were hard to come by, she thought to herself. Slowly awakening, she sat up on the bed; with one hand she grabbed her phone from the nearby nightstand, with the other she gently rubbed her six-month pregnant belly where one of her babies was kicking. Being pregnant with twins wasn’t easy to begin with, let alone twins that were prone to kick and punch constantly if they felt deprived of their much needed eighteen hours of sleep per day.

“Dr. Milne speaking,” the woman chuckled while answering the call; she found it hard to concentrate as the babies continued to kick and squirm vigorously inside her.

From the other line she heard a familiar female voice.

“Doctor… my husband and I want to see you in the next couple of weeks or so… it’s about the study.” The woman’s voice sounded calm and calculated, and while she didn’t state specifically what study she and her husband were interested in, but the pregnant woman already knew who was calling and what they sought to do.

“Don’t you two worry about a thing Sarah… William and I will call you within the week to set a consultation appointment before the procedure.” She yawned heavily as she finished her sentence; she rubbed her round belly reflexively and noticed that the babies had calmed down and had stopped fighting within her womb.

“Thank you Emma. Sorry to wake you. ” The voice on the other end said sincerely.

“Any time; I look forward to seeing you and Jack next week.” The pregnant woman hung up the phone and quickly fell back asleep. It was going to be another interesting year.

- The End -

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Thanks to Pregfan for such a wonderful story!


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I adore this story. It has always been one of my favorite mpreg stories. It's so detailed and well-written.

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I love the characters. Very well written.

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