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Forever Pregnant - The Sequel Synopsis: Robin and Chris continue living on campus as they note the continuing changes in Robin's body. I was sitting at the breakfast bar in our suite this morning. I had put on the Tee maternity top with the words, "Come Out, Come Out, Whoever You Are", on it that Chris had given me and I had pulled the bottom of it up and was examining my belly when Chris came out of her bedroom. "Find anything interesting down there?" She asked. "I've got these funny marks on my skin, like little lines or something. I noticed them a couple of weeks ago and they seem to be getting bigger, or lighter colored, or more noticeable, or something." "Congratulations, you're getting stretch marks." "Stretch marks?" "When your skin has to stretch a lot, which yours certainly has had to do, it gets these marks." "Well, they're really ugly and I hate them! They make my belly look gross!" "Sometimes you can put lotion on your skin to soften it and make them go away, or at least not any worse", and she went into her bedroom and I heard her rummaging around in her closet and she came out carrying a box. "These are some left-over's from when I was pregnant. I think there's something in here that might help you." And she dug around in the box and pulled out a half full bottle of something called "Emu Oil." "This worked for me, try rubbing some on your belly twice a day." So I took the bottle and opened it up and took a trial whiff of it - didn't smell too bad so I poured a little into my hand and began to massage it into the skin on my belly. After about 10 minutes or so, I had to admit that my skin did feel a little softer and the oil made it look, like, really, really shiny which I thought was cute. "Neatsie", I said, "I wonder, like, what an emu is, like a flower or something?" "No", Chris said, "I think it's a bird that lives in Australia." That struck me as really, really funny. Here I was with oil on my belly from a bird in Australia (wherever that was), so I giggled a little and started humming 'Bird On My Belly' (Which wasn't, like, a real song but one that I had just made up.) as I got dressed and started getting ready for class. Like, final exams were in a week or so and I, like, was totally not looking forward to them. Anyway, I think Chris got tired of my song for she finally said, "Robin, change the channel." It's like, not only have my breasts gotten bigger but my nipples have too. Years ago before my gynecomastia really kicked in, my nipples were just these little flat, tan areas on my chest but now they're about as big as the first joint on my little finger and the area around them is much puffier and fuller. I kind of like the way they look when I put on a tight top and you can see them trying to poke through the fabric - especially when it's cold and they get really hard. The funny thing, well, funny as in "strange", not funny as in "Ha Ha", is that as they've gotten bigger they've also gotten more sensitive and when I play with them now the sensation really gets me turned on. Got my grades today and guess what - I flunked out! One "C", two "D's", and three "F's" - the report said that my GPA of 0.6 was too low to allow me to remain as a full-time student but that I could remain on campus as a part-time student for one more semester to try to get my grades up. That really annoyed me - I didn't even know that I had a "GPA" and now they were telling me that it was too low, or too small, or something like that! I was walking around the suite ranting and raving about how dumb college was and how all my teachers had it in for me because they kept asking me questions that I couldn't answer and how they were supposed to help students - not embarrass them with hard questions, and I guess Chris thought that was funny because she started laughing, and that got me madder than ever and I even said the "F" word and then got all embarrassed and blushed because nice girls aren't supposed to use that word. So anyway, I finally calmed down and slouched over in the corner of the sofa and watched an old movie on TV and played with my nipples to make myself feel better. But anyway, classes were now out for the summer and I decided that I'd just relax and work on my tan at the pool in the dorm complex. Chris and I went shopping and I got this cute little bikini to wear - like the top only covered up the bottom of my breasts and my nipples (barely) and the bottom was shoved so far down by my big belly that you could hardly see it - the bikini bottom, not my belly - silly. But I really loved it because I could get tanned (almost) all over and so every morning when it wasn't reining or something I'd head out to the pool in mid-morning with a bottle of tanning lotion and a romance novel I was trying to read. Around noon I'd head back to the suite for a sandwich or something and then back out to the pool. The novel was so boring and the plot so hard to understand that the warm sun would usually make me sleepy and I'd spend most of the afternoon just dozing in the sun. I overdid it the first couple of days and got a sunburn but after that I was, like, really, really, really careful and started to develop a nice tan. I didn't want to end up looking like some of those people that get a really good tan on their shoulders but their legs are white, or a good tan on their back but their stomach is several shades lighter, so I was really careful to keep turning (except when I was asleep, of course) to get a nice, dark uniform tan. Lying on my back was really easy and lying on my left or right side wasn't too bad. But because of the size of my belly, lying on my stomach just didn't work out - like who could get comfortable lying on top of a beach ball or something big like that? So anyway, I guess some of the guys must have noticed how I was squirming around a little on the lounge, trying to get comfortable because two of them came over and asked if they could help me. "Help me?" I asked, "Like, help me how?" "Well", one of them said, "We saw that you seemed to be a little uncomfortable because of the size of your ..... because of .....", and he stopped and blushed. "Yeah, I guess that I am pretty big these days", I said and I giggled. So I guess that put them at ease for they said that they thought that if they pulled two of the lounges up near each other, leaving maybe eighteen inches between them, that I could lie across them with my legs on one lounge and my chest on the other lounge and my belly could hang down between them. I wasn't sure how that would look and feel but I told them to go ahead and try so they did, and I did, and it actually didn't work too bad except that even lying across the two lounges my belly did rest on the ground but at least most of the pressure was off of it. So we were talking a little and I was telling them about how I wanted to get a really even tan and one of them mentioned that I had a little tan line where the strap of my bikini top crossed me back. I hadn't thought about that before because like, I can't even see my feet these days, let along my back, but he suggested that since I was just lying down, I could just unsnap the strap and that seemed logical to me so I let him unsnap it for me. And then I was squirming around a little trying to get the tanning lotion on parts of my back that were hard to reach so he and his friend offered to do that for me and I agreed again. I guess those guys must have been engineers or something like that because as they were putting the tanning lotion on me they were arguing about whether it should be applied with circular strokes or in straight strokes and taking about "process efficiency" and "coverage ratios" and things like that which I didn't understand. So anyway, I guess that they agreed that on my back that it didn't make any difference but that it might on my legs so one of them asked me if I could spread my legs so that they could apply some lotion there and I did that. So, one of them was using straight strokes to apply lotion to the back of my left leg and the other was using circular strokes to apply the lotion to the back of my right leg. Anyway, after a minute or so they had their hands down and were applying lotion to the inside of my thighs and kind of rubbing and massaging them and then ..... HOLY SHIT! One of them was rubbing me where guys aren't supposed to touch other guys, or even girls for that matter. I squealed and jumped up off of the lounges and glared at them and grabbed my book and towel and ran back to the suite. As I was running out of the pool area, and along the walkway to our dorm, and then up the stairs and along the hallway to our suite, I noticed the other kids staring at me and some of them were laughing and I was, like, what's so funny about somebody running? I burst into our suite and Chris looked at me and her jaw dropped, "Robin, what's happened?" "Oh, some weirdo's tried to feel me up at the pool", I sobbed, "And then when I was running back here everyone was staring at me and some of them laughed, and I don't know why they did that because it was really, really rude and it hurt my feelings, and like, why did they have to be so rude and stare at me." "Well, if you're going to run across the campus topless, I guess you might expect to get a few stares." Oh My God! I looked down and realized that I'd like, totally forgotten that I'd unsnapped my bikini top and when I had jumped up it had fallen off and when I had been running along my breasts had been like, flopping and bouncing around. Man, what a sight, no wonder everyone had been looking at me. I just looked at Chris with this look of horror or my face, and she looked back at me and smiled a little, and then I smiled a little, and then we both burst out laughing. There wasn't much good on TV after supper last night so I'd pulled out the box of things that Chris had left over from her pregnancy and I was browsing through it to see whether there was anything interesting left in it - I'd already pulled out most of her maternity clothes and some of her lotions and soaps. So anyway, I found this small box in the bottom and when I opened it up, I found that it was the breast pump that she had used to empty her breasts when her milk was still flowing after giving birth. I held it up in my hand and turned to Chris, "So, like, what was it like to use this? Did it hurt or anything?" "Well, it felt really different at first but I got to like the sensation of it sucking the milk out of my breasts. Here, let me show you how it works." So I pulled up my maternity top to expose one of my breasts and Chris gently placed the cup over my nipple and gave the rubber bulb a few quick squeezes. "Aarrrgggghhhh!" I screamed. Chris got this look of horror on her face and pulled the cup away from my nipple. "Oh my God Robin, did I hurt you? I'm so sorry." I gasped, " Uh ..... no, it ..... like, it felt so ..... really good that ..... that I couldn't control myself. Do it some more. Please do it some more." Chris had this dubious look on her face but she replaced the cup on my nipple and began to slowly squeeze the rubber bulb again. OH MY GOD! The feeling of it sucking on my nipple was ..... Oh, I can't begin to explain how great it felt. Within several seconds I was moaning in pleasure and then had one of the best orgasms I'd ever had as Chris continued to pump my breast. As my orgasm slowly subsided I gasped, "The other one. Now do the other one. Please. Please." "Other one?" Chris asked. "Breast. Other breast. Please" Chris moved the breast pump over to my other breast and began squeezing the rubber bulb again. I again felt the indescribable sensation of having my breast sucked on and shortly had a second orgasm - at least as good as the first one. Finally after I was totally spent and collapsed against the back of the couch with sweat rolling off my face, Chris said, "Wow! I knew that it felt good but it seems like you have an incredible ability to have multiple orgasms from having your breasts stimulated." "Eat your heart out girl", I gasped. I got a phone call last week that really surprised me - it was from Drew - and he asked me if I wanted to go to a movie with him! I stuttered a couple of times and finally said that yes, I'd like to go with him and he arranged to come down and pick me up in an hour - he and one of his jock buddies live in a suite a couple of floors above us. So I was rushing around and fixing my hair and makeup and putting on some nicer clothes and getting ready when Chris asked me what was going on and I told her that I was going to a movie with Drew. "Just as long as it's only a movie", she frowned, "I'm not sure that I really trust that guy." "Oh, don't be silly", I giggled, "What could go wrong." So anyway, Drew was right on time and we went to the theatre and he chose a movie which I hated - but I didn't want to annoy him so I didn't say anything. Like, I didn't really understand the movie but it was, like, something about this doctor who was trying to develop a serum or something like that, and somehow it turned into this little worm which crawled out of his office, and then you didn't see the worm for awhile, and then there was this boy and girl making out in a car and the worm crawled out of the bushes and ate them - because the worm was, like, fifteen feet long and had arms and big teeth now. And then you didn't see the worm for awhile, and then there was this big parade in New York City and all of a sudden the worm smashes a hole up out of the ground and starts going around, like, eating people and cars and breaking buildings - because it was like a hundred feet long now and had three heads. So after it ate a bunch of people and smashed lots of buildings, the doctor guy showed up and pointed something that looked like an eggbeater at the worm and it died. I was, like, I couldn't believe how dumb that movie was, like, just think about all the movies you've seen where a bunch of buildings in New York City get all smashed and if they keep making movies like that pretty soon there won't be any buildings left in New York City - or maybe they rebuild them after the movie is finished, or whatever. So anyway, after the movie Drew asked me if I wanted to come up to his suite a have a couple of beers and I was kind of thirsty so I said yes. So we're in his suite and working on a third beer and he has his arm around me and I'm all snuggled up against him and he's telling me how pretty I am and how much he likes me and he wondered if I'd do something to make him really happy and I was, like, feeling all romantic and stuff like that so I said yes. So Drew stands up in front of me and drops his jeans and pulls down his briefs and takes his dick, which was now all swollen and hard, in his hand and holds it up to my face. I looked at it for a couple of seconds and said, "Oh, wowsie, that is the cutest little dick." Which I guess wasn't what Drew wanted to hear because he, like, got this frown on his face and his dick started to get all soft and smaller and I had to work on it for awhile before it got hard again and I could do anything with it. So anyway, back in our suite that night, Chris asked me how the movie was and I said that it sucked. And then she asked me how Drew was and I said that I sucked, and then I giggled and blushed and told her what had happened with Drew in his suite and we both got laughing. So after we stopped laughing, Chris asked, "So, all in all it was a really awful date?" "Yeah, it sure was. Next time I'll pick the movie", I answered. I've been using Chris' breast pump at least once a day lately and every time I use it I'll have one of these incredible orgasms. I'm not sure whether it's because I'm using the breast pump or not but it seems as though my nipples might be just a little bigger these days - not that it would bother me if they were, of course! As I was getting out of the shower this morning I was looking in the mirror and admiring how my large belly looked all wet and shiny from the water and then, I don't know why, but I thought about my dick. Don't know why I thought about it - guess it must still be down there hidden beneath my belly somewhere - but since I've been able to have an orgasm by playing with my breasts, and more lately with the breast pump, I haven't even touched my dick in - gosh, must be six months now. I sat down on the toilet seat and tried to bend over past my belly to look down and see if I could see my dick, but no luck. I did find that if I reached down under my belly that I could just barely reach it with my hand. Gosh, it felt a lot smaller than I remember - or maybe it was my imagination - or something. So anyway, I was humming, "Poor Little Dickie" as I was getting dressed that morning. I had to register for at least one course for the fall semester to be eligible to stay in the suite with Chris so with her help I signed up for a "Trends In Fashion" course. I really liked it because the textbook was almost all pictures - and very few words! By the end of the summer I had this, like, really, really dark tan. I was so proud of it that I had recently purchased a couple of new items of clothing. The first was this tube top - like, it was this thin, white stretchy fabric and when I put it on it only covered the bottom part of my breasts as they lay against the top of my belly. (Actually, the first tube top that I bought was just a regular tube top but it kept slipping down and, like, leaving my breasts totally exposed which didn't really bother me because I thought they looked so nice but it looked weird to have this rolled up piece of white cloth beneath my breasts so I, like, went back to the store and got another tube top that had, like, these little shoulder straps to keep it from slipping down and that worked really, really better.) I'd also bought a pair of low-rise shorts in a white denim fabric and I wore them way down below my huge belly - so that between the tube top and my shorts, not a lot was left to the imagination. In addition to the Emu Oil I'd also started applying cocoa butter to my belly and that made it look so shiny and glossy that I was so proud when people would stare at me as I waddled along. The first time that Chris saw me in my new outfit she just stared for a minute or so and then softly said, "Holy Crap!" "What? You don't like it?" I asked. "Robin, it's just that ..... uh, ..... well, with the platinum blond curls, the bright red lipstick, the dark brown tan, the nipples that are poking through the tube top, the skimpy little shorts pushed way down below your huge belly, and the way everything just sort of bounces and jiggles as you waddle along, the whole effect is ..... well, pretty spectacular." I took that as a compliment and giggled. A couple of days later Chris gave me a present. "Oh, is this for me?" I squealed as I tore off the wrapping paper to find that the box contained a pair of white sandals - but, like, these sandals had these spike heels three inches high! "These should complete your look", Chris said. "What look?" "Oh, you know, the blond bimbo look." I didn't think that was a very nice thing to say and I scowled and pouted for a minute or two but then I remembered how Drew had complemented me on how nice I looked so I guess maybe Chris hadn't said anything nasty after all so I smiled and giggled, "Okay, but you'll have to help me put them on. I haven't been able to reach anything lower than my knees for months now." So anyway, Chris helped me put on the sandals and it took me hours to learn how to walk in them without tripping or falling down but eventually got to the point where I could walk in them pretty well. I did find that I had to swing my hips more to keep my balance as I walked and I guess that made everything, like, really, really bounce and jiggle and sway back and forth as I walked because Chris chuckled a little as she watched me walk across the living area and I smiled back at her. I was so happy at how I looked when I wore my new sandals that I asked Chris to put them on me whenever I went out of our suite after that. I was taking a shower this morning and as I reached up to adjust the shower head I felt something, like, a little "pop" sensation down on my belly. As I was drying off I looked at myself in the mirror and found that my navel had popped from an "innie" to an "outie" and now stuck out about an inch or so. "Oh, golly. That is so way, way cute", I thought. Something really funny happened to me a couple of weeks ago. I had just finished getting myself off by using the breast pump and I noticed that there appeared to be a tiny amount of white liquid in the plastic milk collection container. I looked at the nipple that I had just removed the pump from and it looked like the tip of the nipple was just a little ..... well, wet - or something. "Oh wowsie!" I thought, "I wonder if all this pumping is making my breasts start to produce milk?" The idea of a guy having breasts that produced milk was so gross that I immediately put the breast pump back on the dresser in my bedroom and vowed never to use it again. Yeah, well that vow lasted about five days! After that length of time with no real orgasms I was, like, getting super horny and every time I was in my bedroom my eyes would be drawn to the breast pump on the dresser and I would think about the orgasm that I could have if I used it and I'd get a little sweaty and start breathing faster and finally I couldn't stand the sexual tension anymore and just grabbed the pump and lay down on my bed and was soon moaning and thrashing around as I pumped away. After several more weeks of using the breast pump my worst fears were confirmed - my breasts were producing milk - and not just a little, like now I was filling the small milk collection container almost half full! While it still seemed pretty gross - like, guys aren't supposed to have breasts, let alone ones that are producing milk - but the orgasms that I got from using the breast pump were so great that I couldn't stop using it. At first I was just dumping the milk into the toilet and flushing it away but then I wondered what it tasted like. Like, would it taste like real milk? So the next time I pumped my breasts I took a sip of it, and then another sip, and finally emptied the container. It wasn't really bad - in fact it was nice and warm and a little sweeter than cow's milk - so now whenever I pump my breasts I'll drink my own milk, "Sort of like recycling", I thought, and giggled. I did have to go back to the drug store and get a different breast pump, though. Well, not a whole breast pump - just the little cup on the end that fits over my nipple - my nipples had continued to swell in size and were now about an inch long and about half as thick - and so I had to get a cup that was really like a little tube that would accommodate my larger nipples. Chris had noticed how my nipples were getting larger - like, how could she not notice - the way they were poking out an inch or so through the fabric of my tank top? So anyway, Chris and I were in the grocery store the other day and all of a sudden she looked at me and said, "Robin, uh, I think you've got a problem." "A problem?" "Yeah, look at your top." I looked down, and oh, wow - there were these two wet spots on my top where my nipples had begun leaking milk. Luckily it wasn't too noticeable and Chris led me over to the aisle that held feminine products and picked up a box of "Breast Feeding Pads" - these little absorbent pads that women could put in their bra and so now I'll put a couple in my top when I get dressed and they'll absorb any milk that leaks from my breasts. Other than that, the only thing that I had to do differently was to wear a top with the pads all the time. Like, if I didn't I'd wake up in the morning and find wet spots on my bed from where my milk had leaked. And one night while we were watching TV Chris looked over at me and said, "Robin, that's really messy." I'd taken my top off after super so I could enjoy the feeling of my breasts swinging back and forth and rubbing on my belly but as I looked down I could see that each nipple was slowly dripping milk onto my belly and it was trickling down and getting on the couch. Chris showed me an article in the campus newsletter last week - it seems that a nearby medical school is doing research on something called "Hormone Variation in Breast Milk" - which I, like, totally did not understand - but they were offering to pay $2 for every ounce of breast milk that volunteers would provide them on a regular basis. "Huh, $2 an ounce doesn't sound like a lot", I said. "Oh yeah? How much milk are you producing every day?" "Oh, I dunno. Maybe a cup or two?" "So that would be between $16 and $32 every day. Maybe as much as $224 a week." "Oh wowsie! Think of the new clothes I could buy with that", I said, "How do I sign up?" So anyway, I did sign up and now instead of drinking my breast milk (well, maybe I do sneak a sip every now and then) I collect it in a jar in the refrigerator and Chris drops it off at the campus dispensary every evening and they forward it to the medical school. And every week I'll get a check in the mail. My first one was for $157 and I was so happy that I was giggling and jumping up and down and everything was flopping around and Chris was laughing at me. I don't know whether it's because I'm milking myself on a regular basis but my breasts have continued to increase in size, like, now they hang down several inches past my elbows and my nipples aren't, like, on the front but they're on the bottom now, sort of pointing at the ground. The neat thing about it is that I can now pick up one of my breasts (with both hands, because of their weight) and hold it up so that I can suck on my own nipple. I was nursing on my left breast after supper last night and Chris said, "I thought that you were collecting your milk to sell it?" "Yeah, but the container is full", I replied, and returned to my nursing. I guess that neither Chris nor I had realized that I'm steadily increasing the amount of milk that I produce every day and the one pint containers that the school were providing me weren't enough to hold it all so Chris mentioned that to the folks at the campus dispensary and they started providing one quart containers for me. Along with my increased milk production, the little hand operated breast pump that I had been using was taking way, way too much time to empty my breasts, like, I was spending almost all my waking hours squeezing away on the rubber bulb and filling the small container and going out to the kitchen and emptying that into the quart container in the refrigerator and then sitting down and milking my other breast and by the time I'd emptied the small container again my other breast was ready to be emptied again. So, like I was spending my whole day just sleeping and milking myself and eating and almost never leaving the suite. I guess the lack of exercise and my eating and snacking were catching up with me because I'd put on a lot of weight - most of it in my rear end. Those cute little white shorts that I'd been wearing? Ha, forget them - I hadn't been able to get them up over my large thighs for months now. Chris had bought me a couple of these huge loose maternity dresses and I was now wearing those. The first time that I put one on Chris looked at me and commented that, "Your ass sticks out as far behind you as your belly does in front of you." "Yeah? Well at least the weight balances out so that I don't have to lean way back anymore because of the weight of my belly", I replied. So anyway, Chris found this electrically operated milking machine that's a lot faster in emptying my breasts and bought one for me. Like, it's got these two hoses coming out of it and at the end of each hose there's these big metal suction tubie-like things that I put over my nipples and all I have to do is switch the thing on and it pumps away and in, like, maybe ten minutes or so both of my breasts have been emptied and I don't have to repeat the process for another couple of hours. I'm guessing that it's because my breasts are being pumped every couple of hours, or maybe it's because of the strong suction of the milking machine, or whatever, but my nipples have gotten really big over the couple of months since I've been using the milking machine - like, they're almost three inches long and about an inch in thickness. If I'm not careful they can easily get red and irritated and then it becomes very painful when I milk myself. Not milking myself isn't an option - once when my nipples were really sore I tried to go for a day without milking myself and within 24 hours my breasts were swollen to, like, twice their normal size and very painful and when I did finally have to milk myself I got, like, over a half gallon of milk. So anyway, Chris found this farm supply store that sells these metal containers of "Bag Balm Udder Cream" and she bought me a couple and I'll apply the greasy lotion to my nipples to soothe them after every milking. I was sitting on the couch this afternoon and applying the lotion and kind of idly playing with my nipples and I had my hands around them and I was kind of tugging on them and stroking them - almost like I used to do with my dick years ago - and Chris looked over at me and said, "Feels good. Doesn't it?" I just looked back at her and said, "Moooooo", and giggled. (The End)