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"Chat-Room Impersonation"
A Story by Kim Ott
The internet is a strange place. When surfing it, participating in it,
you can lose your identity, you really can become anyone. The anonymity
of a chat-room is liberating, but what would happen if pretending had
some sort of consequences? Little did I know, but I was about to find
out.
About a month ago I found out my kid sister was pregnant. I call her
that, but in reality she's like, 19 years old. But since I'm 3 years
older she'll always be a kid to me. While I'm away at school working on
a Masters degree, I never get to see her or hang out, and recently she
sent me a link to a place where she was dumping photos, and journaling.
It was a site for young moms and moms-to-be to chat and post pictures,
to share questions and the like, and when I got there I followed some
links to her photos. She was quite the ham, posting all kinds of belly
shots and stuff. Then something odd happened. I don't know, but I just
decided to sign up to the site and pretend to be one of them. No real
reason, nothing creepy about it. A part of me just wanted to see if I
could pull it off. A challenge.
So I made up a profile complete with a brand new name and background. I
was now Anna Hutchinson. Anna was an 18 year old who had just graduated
from high-school 4 months earlier. Her fianc? was a soldier and overseas
in Iraq. Before he was deployed he and I decided that this might be our
only chance to, well, start a family together so we quit the
contraception and in the end didn't really need to try to get knocked
up. Back in late February I found out I was pregnant. 3 weeks later my
man shipped out.
It was odd how easy this fictional exercise was. I entered a chat room
for women in their third trimester and ended up fitting right in,
participating in the non-pregnancy specific chatter about love-lifes,
television shows, family drama, etc. I even learned new stuff about my
fictional identity while I made it up on the spot--It turned out my
folks hadn't been pleased at when they found out I was preggers and
unmarried.
Then I decided to up the ante. Literally. I left that room and went into
a room for mothers expecting multiples. It was just that easy, in the
click of the mouse I was now gonna have twins. I was 37 weeks along and
'big as a house.' In this room the talk was much more difficult. Moms
were getting nervous, fretting about odd pains and false contractions,
worrying about exercise and putting on too much weight. Then one poster
started clamoring for my belly pics, and just wouldn't back down. I
looked at the dark camera-eye I had mounted on the top of my monitor and
very much wished that I could participate. I didn't know what to do
other than just leave, but then something REALLY odd happened.
I was sitting at my desk in my apartment when I felt this electric jolt
travel up my arm, the one whose hand was clutching the mouse. I tried to
let go but my fingers only clenched more tightly and the tingling spread
into my chest, up my neck, down my back, and over to my other arm. It
didn't exactly hurt, but it was freaking me out, and soon it was
traveling all the way over to the tips of the fingers on my left hand
and on down to my toes. It stayed that way for maybe 10 seconds, with my
entire body gentling humming and then faded away as if it had never
been.
Hand free, I pulled it back and began wringing it with my opposite one.
The tingling was gone but I still felt awfully weird. I felt all rubbery
inside, and odd pains flared up in my joints only to be gone seconds
later. I thought a good walk around the block might help, but suddenly I
couldn't stand up, my legs were all weak. I looked down and my jeans
looked baggier than usual, especially in the groin. That's when I
noticed I was shivering, goose-bumps dotting my bare arms. I could feel
them on my legs too, and my manhood was definitely feeling the frigid
cold.
I still could not stand up, and now my whole body felt insubstantial and
powerless. I could barely lift a finger. The next thing I knew something
was tickling the back of my neck, but I was paralyzed and couldn't turn
around to look. The tickling increased, on my neck and behind my ears,
then light golden hair spilled down over my forehead right before my
eyes. A lock with a slight curl dangled down like a gold fishhook only
to trail further, striking my nose before more and more of its fellows
rained down.
This was only a minor distraction as my mind soon didn't even notice my
new hair-do. All it cared about was the by now severe shrinkage between
my legs. There was barely anything left at all, and by the feel of
things I could have sworn my boys had tucked right up inside me. I might
not have been able to stand but I could certainly freak out, and though
I wanted to scream, the best I could do was start breathing deep and
fast.
That's when I started to notice them. Tiny, barely anything at all, but
to a guy who had never known their weight and softness, save from the
rare instances of hooking up with a girl here and there, and even then
it was from a very different perspective, to me they felt monstrous and
out of place, these lumps of flesh forming on my chest. Their tips were
now ultra-sensitive and as they were pressed forward against my tee
shirt my nipples hardened. This was not the chest I was used to, the
thin but toned chest of a young man. Somewhere along the line my
breastbone had collapsed and my pecs had disappeared. Now what rose was
soft and heavy and warm and... and... boobs. I was growing boobs. Tits.
Jugs. Whatever you wanted to call them.
The appearance of these two assets almost distracted me from feeling the
rest of my manhood slipping up inside my body. It didn't hurt?it
certainly didn't feel good either, the pain only began as the bones in
my hips and pelvis started to widen. It felt like fire and needles
prickling away deep in my hips and the restructuring caused disgusting
creaking and crackling noises. Above this my fairly toned abs were
losing definition as my whole waist collapsed into a classic hourglass.
Strength was just beginning to return to my muscles, most of which had
shriveled up, especially in my torso and arms. I could now wriggle my
dainty fingers whose nails now slightly eclipsed the tips and had smooth
filed edges. My wrists were paper thin and the hair on my arms had
become fine and light. I wanted so badly to get up and run away, to
leave behind what was happening, to somehow escape my own body which had
gone haywire.
Everywhere I felt smaller, my feet, my ankles, my chicken legs, my
waist, my rib cage and neck, my arms, nose, chin and ears. I felt
fragile, that is until fat began to spread. It had already made its
presence known on my chest which was now unavoidably modestly sized. Now
fat covered my hips and filled up my butt like warm rubber thickening
and raising me up.
With the first grasp of my hand I palmed my right boob. It was so soft
and felt wonderful really, the only problem was that it was growing on
me and not hanging off of some chick. Inside my lower belly all sorts of
things were happening, brand new organs and entrances were fashioned and
hormones dumped immediately into my bloodstream.
Much of the rubbery, liquid-esque feeling of my skin and bones and
muscles changing had ceased, I was now finished transforming for the
most part. All except for the twin embryos implanted and growing wildly
fast in my new womb. My uterine walls thickened and the cells of my
unborn babies multiplied supernaturally fast. I didn't even know
anything about them until my body finally was about to let me stand up,
on shaky legs when the first little pooch of a belly pouted forward.
I felt bloated, as full and uncomfortable as I'd ever been in my life
and this soon passed into horrible nausea but that too passed by like
lightning, mercifully over very swiftly. Soreness crept into my boobs
which were one of the few places on my tiny body that hadn't ever
stopped growing. They had gone from modest to big to pretty damn amazing
and who knew when they would cut out. If I looked down in my seated
position I couldn't make out the changes happening to my midsection
because of my large bust, but that would soon change.
Bloated turned into 'make room for babies' as my little pot belly grew
and grew. I could feel my skin and body stretching to accommodate, and
to be honest if sent slight tremors of pleasure down the slope of my
belly right down between my legs. My hips widened further, my butt now
fairly broad but inescapably so as the pounds continued to pile up out
front, pounds of new fluid and baby and belly combining to push forward,
ever further. Now that belly of mine loomed into view from under my
chest and my thin tee shirt was struggling to cover it up.
Well into the second trimester my waistline grew even faster. I could
feel them inside, the babies, jostling for room, turning this way and
that as they aged exponentially faster. My belly would distend oddly
here and there as elbows and feet and heads deformed the regular curves.
My skin was pale and pliable, so far stretch-mark free and from
somewhere deep inside my brain I started to really wonder when I had
fallen asleep and started to dream this ridiculously realistic dream. I
pinched at my cherub cheek and winced.
Down below my large belly was beginning to make me uncomfortable. My
burden pressed ever inward as well and my guts and lungs were cramped
for space. I was simultaneously hungry and in need to visit the
bathroom. And this was only the start of my third trimester.
It would now have been difficult to stand up, even if I still wanted to.
My boobs still throbbed and grew bigger but much more slowly and subtly.
My nipples could be seen clearly through the fabric, their aerolas
darkened from the pregnancy. My belly just kept growing, impossibly big,
surely nobody had ever been this large, until finally my navel popped
into an outie. My shirt no longer covered much of my middle and the
reddish navel looked oddly like a third nipple. A slight line trailed
down from it but I couldn't really make much of that out.
Really big now my growth tapered off. My babies could be born and
survive, and my body was finding it harder and harder to give them the
space they needed. I was improbably huge, and miraculously stretch-mark
free. The skin of my belly glistened and felt tight as a drum. It was a
few moments before I noticed that the movement I felt along the sides of
my belly was no longer growth but the kicks and punches of my twins.
Even though I had stopped changing, my world had just started. Even the
color of the walls was shifting but I became distracted as the very
clothes on my body began to slither and reform. My ill-fitting jeans
became short basketball style shorts, on top of a pair of painfully
small panties. My feet were bare but my toe-nails were painted a bright
crimson that matched the color of my shorts. My tee shirt clung to me
like a second skin and morphed into a white maternity bra, complete with
padding for those accidental leaks. On top of this a ribbed male 'wife-
beater' materialized out of nothing and did its best to spread itself
down and upon my swollen middle. It just barely eclipsed the node of my
belly button leaving the large expanse of the underside of my belly out
in the open.
Piercings dotted my ears and a piece of grape bubblegum popped itself
inside my mouth which I began to chew readily. As the rest of my room
solidified I promptly stood up, belly looming forward until it bumped my
desk. I widened my stance and embarrassingly broke wind. I found this
hilarious for some reason and couldn't help but laugh, still wondering
when I would 'wake-up.'
Then the camera-eye lit up and I began broadcasting to the chat-room.
"Oh AnnaLoveTwins, it's nice to meet you!" said JuneMilf2010. "Let's see
you stand up and show off that belly." Like a zombie, I complied. The
last threads of my old life snapped and not for the last time did I
pause and grow sad. Jimmy wouldn't be around for the birth of his girls.
Tears welled up in my eyes and the babies kicked.
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