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A Trip to the Mall
By Loner
I was looking through one of the department store windows when Karen walked
out of the Victoria's Secret store with enough bags to tell me that I was
going to have a migraine when we got her credit card bills next month. She
had a smile on her face though, and as much as I might try to deny it, I
was willing to undergo a tighter budget if she'd do that more often.
It was Saturday morning, and I was the hapless victim of an upcoming
wedding on my mother's side of the family, one to which I had been told I
would need a much better suit than the one I had in my closet at home.
While I wasn't too happy about the required shopping escapade, Karen had
been more than happy to plot with my female relatives to get me out and
fitted for something classy and sophisticated.
Specifically, we were headed to a men's wear outlet on the other side of
the mall, at least, before we passed by Victoria's Secret and the forces of
gravity worked their magic on my wife.
"Chris, honey, we need to get going," Karen said as she walked up to me and
sat the bags down next to me. "I know you like window shopping dear, but
really, we have to get you fitted for that suit." She reached up and patted
my face. "Maybe you can come back later today and look at it."
I grimaced inwardly. I love my wife, really I do, but women can employ some
pretty wild logic on occasion.
I picked up her bags, like a dutiful husband, and away we went. It was
getting close to noon, and the lunch crowds were starting to pick up a bit.
The mall is normally pretty packed, but it struck me as unusually crowded
today though.
I was about to say something to Karen when she stopped and craned her neck
to look at something distantly ahead of us where the crowds were most
thick.
She jumped slightly as I touched her shoulder and asked, "What is it? Do
you see something?"
She shook her head. "Just that there's a huge crowd gathered up ahead." She
looked up at me. "It might be better to go grab a bite to eat before you
get fitted for that suit."
I was tempted, but I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. I
sighed as I picked the bags back up and nodded toward the crowd. Karen
shrugged and we started walking to the throng of people gathered up ahead.
We were halfway there when someone in the crowd screamed and a gunshot was
fired.
Karen looked at me anxiously as other people began screaming and running
away from the scene of the accident. Pointing towards one of the department
stores off to the left, I started leading Karen hurriedly towards it when
another gunshot was fired and the crowd parted as a man in a white lab coat
broke through with about a half a dozen policemen behind him.
We had almost made it inside the department store when Karen tripped on a
floor tile and fell. I cursed and knelt down to help her up as I heard a
scuffle from behind me. A moment later, there was a sharp pain in my ass
followed by more scuffling. When I turned back around, the police had the
man in the lab coat down on the floor as people watched in confusion.
I winced as I helped Karen back onto her feet. "Are you okay, honey?"
Karen nodded as she said, "Yeah, I'm fine. What happened?"
I shook my head. "I don't know, but I'm ready to get out of here. Why don't
we just call it a day and head home?"
Karen looked like she was about to say something when one of the police
officers walked up and addressed us. "Are you folks alright?" he said
looking us up and down.
I nodded.
"We're sorry you had to be involved in that." He looked back at the man on
the ground and sighed. "Sometimes they just don't want to go peacefully."
Glancing back at us, he said, "You're sure neither of you are hurt?"
I looked at Karen, who shook her head, before turning back to the officer.
"I think we're both just a little bruised, that's all."
Nodding, the officer turned and walked back to where his companions had
just finished handcuffing the man on the floor, and were hauling him to his
feet.
I rubbed my butt where I had felt the sharp sting earlier. Looking down, I
noticed a broken syringe lying on the floor just a few feet away. Damn. Had
the crackpot injected me with some crazy drug or something?
Karen spoke up from behind me. "What's the matter Chris? Did you find
something?" I picked up the syringe and showed it to her. She raised an
eyebrow at me. "Did he inject you with it?"
Now I'm not sure why I did it; I'm normally quite honest with my wife. But
for some reason, I didn't want her to know that the guy had injected me
with something.
"Nah, they must have tackled him before he got close to us." I laughed
nervously. "A good thing too, who knows what was in that thing."
Smiling, Karen patted me on the shoulder and said, "Well, it would have
been an adventure, if nothing else," She frowned slightly then. "I'd been
hoping to beat the lines by getting there early, but by now the outlet is
probably packed."
She sighed as she picked up a few of the bags. "I suppose we should
probably go get some lunch."
"Yeah." That was fine with me. I needed something to take my mind off
whether that syringe had been filled with a deadly toxin or something.
I picked up the rest of the bags, and we pushed our way through the
dissipating crowd that had gathered. Sparing a brief glance back, I was
unnerved to see the man in the white lab coat staring at me with a gaze of
anticipation.
Turning back around, I hurried to catch up with Karen. Yeah, chitchat would
be a good thing.
"So, what'd you get in Victoria's Secret?" I asked casually, hoping she'd
take the bait and run with it.
Turning her head, she gave me a quizzical look. "Just a few pieces of
lingerie." She raised an eyebrow. "Since when did you take an interest in
what kind of underwear I use?"
Ouch. She had me there. She'd been a little hurt and insulted the first
time I told her in the bedroom that I couldn't care less what kind of
undergarments she wore. Thinking back, it had been pretty stupid; I later
found out that she had spent that afternoon shopping to find something she
thought I'd like. I'd felt guilty for days after that.
I coughed and tried to backpedal. "Well, I read an article in Women's
Magazine that said most men don't take the time to compliment their wives
on how good they look in the bedroom, so..."
I screwed up my courage and let go. "I might not be the best judge of
fashion," I said looking into her eyes, "but you look really beautiful
today, Karen."
Karen gave me a dazzling smile. "That's so sweet, baby. Yes, a compliment
here and there goes a lot longer than most men seem to think." She poked me
in chest. "And it would keep you from getting into a lot of trouble, as
well."
I scratched the spot where she had poked me. "Does this mean I get to see
what you bought tonight?" I said with a grin.
She looked at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Maybe."
Grumbling under my breath, I set off again for the food court. Karen
laughed and jogged to catch up to me.
"Don't be a spoiled sport," she said with a smile playing at the corners of
her lips. "I'll let you watch if you're a good little boy at the men's
outlet."
I was about to come back with a smart retort when I was hit by a sudden
cramp in my stomach. I exhaled sharply as the pain subsided.
Karen looked at me with her brows furrowed together. "Chris, is something
wrong?" she asked.
My reply was cut short again by another wave of cramps spreading out from
my abdomen. I doubled over and folded my arms across my torso. I couldn't
seem to catch my breath as the churning in my stomach increased.
Karen put a hand on my shoulder as she knelt over me. "Chris, honey, are
you okay?" she said with a note of worry in her voice.
I tried to answer her, but the fire ripping through my insides made it come
out as a low grunt. It was almost like indigestion, only a thousand times
worse. I put a hand on the floor tiles to keep from falling over
completely.
I had to get out of here. I felt like I was going to throw up, or have
diarrhea, or some weird combination of the two.
Jerking away from Karen, I ran, stumbling, through the open plaza. From
behind, I could hear her calling after me, but I ignored it. The raging
inferno in my poor belly had reached a terrible crescendo, and I could
taste bile in the back of my mouth.
I was starting to attract stares as I half stumbled, half sprinted through
the mall.
Blast it, I needed to find someplace private. If I could make it to the
restroom, that would be perfect.
And as if everything else wasn't enough, I could've sworn the waistband of
my jeans was starting to feel a little tight.
I had just turned the corner and was in sight of the restrooms when it
happened. I wasn't watching where I was going, and crashed into a young
woman in her mid-twenties who was leaving a department store with her
purchases.
She had time for a startled look before I plowed into her, sending both of
us to the ground. I was about to mumble an apology and make a run for it
when I felt it. Lying on top of her, under the fading pain, I felt my belly
begin to swell.
Apparently I wasn't the only one to notice it either, as the woman's look
of anger turned to surprise and astonishment as my growing belly pressed
into hers.
Forgoing the apology, I scrambled off of her and ducked inside the men's
restroom. What the hell was happening to me?
Quickly checking the stalls to make sure that no one else was in there with
me, I went back over to the mirror and pulled my shirt out of the waistband
of my jeans. Staring back at me was a sight I never thought I'd see on
myself.
Straining against the tightness of my jeans, my belly was swelling against
the confines of my clothing. I put a hand on it in disbelief. This had to
be dream or something. My musings might have lasted longer, had it not been
for the sound of someone entering the restroom.
I hastily pulled my shirt back down and bent over the sink to pretend like
I was washing my hands as a guy walked in and went over to one of the
urinals to relieve himself. I turned on the water and ran my hands under
the faucet slowly while I tried to think of something.
The pain that had ignited my insides earlier had tapered off now almost
completely, to be replaced by a feeling of fullness in my stomach that grew
greater every second. I could actually feel my swelling belly pushing more
and more against the restriction of my pants. If I didn't do something
soon, I was going to start losing buttons.
What on earth could have done this to me? Then I remembered the broken
syringe lying on the floor and the man in the white lab coat that the
police had arrested earlier. Had whatever the guy injected me with done
this? And more importantly, how could I stop it?
I was about to politely step into one of the stalls when the guy who was
relieving himself finished and came over to the counter to wash his hands.
He nodded to me, and I mumbled something in return and tried to look
inconspicuous.
"Say, did you hear about that scuffle earlier?" he asked.
I mumbled that I hadn't.
"They say that some crazy doctor broke into a sperm bank and then evaded
the police until they managed to corner him over near the Victoria's
Secret," He went on, "Now how crazy is that? Next thing you know, they're
gonna be saying he somehow impregnated a...."
The man's eyes grew wide as he looked down and saw the expanding girth of
my tummy pressing against the porcelain countertop. There was a moment of
uncomfortable silence before I dashed into one of the open stalls and
slammed the door shut behind me.
I stood there heaving as I listened to the guy's quickly retreating
footsteps leave the restroom.
Putting down the lid, I slowly lowered myself onto the toilet as I tried to
make some sense out of what was happening to me. The guy who had stabbed me
with that needle had broken into a sperm bank earlier? Then, could what he
injected me with have been..?
I looked down at the rounded dome I now sported on my midsection. But it
was impossible. Guys can't get pregnant! I had to be hallucinating or
something.
I pulled my shirt back up and ran my fingers over the taut bulge of my
belly. My.....pregnant belly. Inconceivable as it was, it was somehow true.
The firm hardness of it surprised me. I had always thought a pregnant
woman's belly would be soft and yielding.
I winced as I felt the harsh fabric of my jeans really starting to dig in
to the skin. Quickly undoing the buttons and the zipper, I sighed in
relief. All in all, I supposed I was pretty lucky. From what I'd seen of
pregnant women, I didn't look like I was more than four or five months
pregnant. And the growth had just about stopped, or so it seemed.
If I was careful, I could probably pass it off as nothing more than a large
potbelly. Karen I wouldn't be able to convince, but I'd think of something
else.
After waiting a couple more minutes to make sure I wasn't still getting
bigger, I stood and adjusted my clothes to try and hide as much as I could.
I would probably still get a few curious stares, but I could live with it.
All I had to do now was find Karen and make a beeline for the closest exit.
I was just about to open the door and leave the stall when the first
contraction hit. Sitting back down on the toilet lid with a thud, I
clutched my stomach as another contraction struck. But this didn't make any
sense though! It didn't look like I was even halfway through a normal
pregnancy. What was happening now?
The answer was quick in coming, as I once again felt a pressure begin to
build up at my navel. I simply hadn't waited long enough.
I moaned as I felt my belly start to swell again, much faster this time. I
had a sudden urge to spread my legs apart as my rapidly inflating womb
pushed forward, blowing up as it skipped through the various months. That I
was pregnant, I no longer had a doubt. The question, as I sped on to
impending motherhood, was with how many?
I didn't have long to ponder the question as my attention was drawn down to
my chest. It looked like I'd be feeding my children the natural way as I
felt my chest start to fill up with the milk that I would need to nurse my
babies.
So it continued like that, with my fertile womb growing ever bigger, and
the milk jugs on my chest swelling larger as the seconds passed. I had long
since lost sight of my feet, and my back had begun to ache from the extra
weight.
A few minutes later, it was over. My distended belly was likely carrying a
large set of triplets, at the least, and I had a big pair of breasts ready
to suckle my infants when they came into the world.
The thin material of my tee shirt had lost the battle of the bulge, and had
ridden up over my large belly to tightly cup the generous expanse of my
tits. My blue jeans had fared better since I had undone the button and
zipper, though they were feeling pretty constricted around the hips.
Unfortunately, there was no way I could out in public like this; I'd
probably get cited for indecent exposure if nothing else.
Trying to stand up proved to be exercise in futility. After the first dozen
tries I gave it up as a hopeless cause. Maybe pregnant women just have a
longer time over which to strengthen their back, but as it was, mine wasn't
strong enough yet to support my weight standing.
It made me feel vulnerable, to realize that I was so heavily pregnant I
couldn't even stand up under my own power. Now I realized why pregnant
women depend on their husbands so much.
I was still wondering what to do when I heard Karen's voice outside the
restroom.
"Chris?"
She waited a second before trying again. "Chris? Honey, are you in there?"
Now how was I going to explain this to my wife?
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