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Hi guys! Well, my second story is complete. I hope you'll all enjoy it. And please, PLEASE do take the time to leave feedback as I always view it to hear your thoughts and learn what you like and want to see more of! Sympathy pains By Bluedust "So, tell me...what seems to be the trouble?" She asked while looking down at us, peering over her glasses the way only educated women do. She was a tall woman, though most of that height could be attributed to her incredibly long legs. She was a brunette, possibly in her mid-thirties. Her lipstick was glossy red and she wore a blue and white stripped blouse and knee-length black skirt. "It's...my wife," I replied slowly. I turned to my left to look at her. Sally was a different kind of woman altogether. Now at the age of 28, she was 5'7 with shoulder-length blonde hair and a smooth, feminine face. Her hips hadn't suffered too much following our two kids, though she had developed a serious thing about her bum. She was wearing her blue summer dress, decorated with sunflowers, and roman sandals. "It's..." she began slowly. "My husband and I are thinking about trying for a third baby." "Congratulations." "Thank you. The thing is...um...how do I put this?" "She thinks I don't understand," I interrupted. Cutting in wasn't something I often did, but there was something about this that aggravated me. It was the only blip in our otherwise perfect marriage. "Understand?" Dr Stevenson asked. "What it's like to be pregnant," Sally replied. "I don't think there are many men who do," she smiled. "I know, I know, but...there are limits, you know? The symptoms I get...the aches, swelling, the high emotions...all of it. I feel as though I'm...on my own." "Sal, you know I..." "I know, Jason, I know you try." She laughed in spite of herself. "I'm sorry, I don't know why we came really. We just thought....we thought we'd try it out, you know?" As you've no doubt guessed by this point, I'm Jason. The 'reason' for our coming here, was an advertisement we'd come across in the paper for couples who wanted a 'greater understanding' of one another. It specified helping husbands understand the woman's perspective in pregnancy. To describe myself, I'd say 6'2, muscular build - I do a lot of gym work - dark hair, and recently hit 29. And I did try to understand Sally when she was pregnant, I really did, but....come on...how is a guy supposed to understand what it's like having a woman's body? I'm all for mutual understand and all, but there is a limit. Dr Stevenson smiled. "I understand," she said. "It was couples such as yourselves that really drove our founder to start the work she did. Gender is, after all, one of the biggest gulfs between us 'guys and gals'.' "So, what's the plan?" I asked trying my utmost not to sound TOO fed up with this already. "Breathing exercises? Catching each other? Writing our innermost thoughts?" Sally gave me a playful nudge. "I understand your cynicism, Jason," (first name terms now, was it?) "but really, we're not like other companies in our field. In fact, we're rather unique. We estimate our technologies to be at least two- thousand years ahead of their time." "Technologies?" Sally echoed, sounding suddenly excited. "What kind of technology?" The doctor rested her hands on her knee. "We prefer to refer to it as 'an experience' more than anything. An enriching journey." Great, we'd stumbled onto a hippie patch. Pretty soon we'd be lying in a circle on the floor, hands joined, shouting out the names of flowers. "So...what is this 'journey?'" Sally asked. I could tell she was getting caught up in this nonsense, the way only a woman can. Dr Stevenson reached into her desk, producing a small plastic container, placing it onto the desk in front of her. "What's that?" I asked, staring at its contents. It was small, round and white, like a golf ball, only smaller. "It's a pill," she smiled. "For what? A horse?" She laughed. "For a man willing to broaden his horizons." "Go on," Sally said, leaning forward. "It manipulates the participants' hormones dramatically, causing a sudden and...extreme change." "Change into what?" I asked, arms folded. "A pregnant woman. Well...a woman with a simulated pregnancy." Sally couldn't help the squeal-like laugh from escaping her lips. "A pregnant woman?!" I threw my arms into the air. "This is ridiculous." "There's no need to be embarrassed, Jason," said Dr Stevenson. "Embarrassed?" "It can seem...demeaning to a man to become a pregnant woman. A woman alone would be bad enough, but a pregnant one? That takes real bravery." "You're insane. Come on, Sally, we're leaving this madhouse." I stood up. "So, how long would it last?" Sally asked, leaning forward on her chair. "The results vary depending on how the man's body reacts to the chemicals being introduced. Anything from a week to a month really." "Oh Jason, let's try it!" Sally said pleadingly. She looked up at me, her eyes bringing with excitement and....hope? "Take a sample, if you want," I said, "whatever it takes for us to go." "You'll need to sign to take the sample," said Dr Stevenson. "Just to officially give us care over you." "Care?" "A pregnancy can be a difficult thing to go through. For a man, things could be...more difficult." "So you're saying there's a health risk?" "Not at all. The difficulties I'm referring to a purely psychological. The vulnerability, the heightened emotions...even trivial things like being smaller, or being without your penis could be traumatic for a man such as yourself. I'm not saying it's going to be easy." I felt Sally's fingers slip into mine, locking tight. "I won't lie to you, Jase, I'd really like this...but if you're not up to it...that's fine." I snorted loudly. "This is bull...it's not even possible anyway." "Well then," the doctor smiled, "what do you have to lose?" We arrived back home some forty-five minutes later. I walked across the lounge, putting my copy of the signed papers down on the table. "How are you feeling?"Sally asked. "Fine, no problem." "Do you feel any...different?" "No, nothing at all." The past few minutes were coming and going from my mind. I'd signed the papers, and taken the pill in front of the women. Apparently, you have to take it in front of the doctor so you can't misuse it by selling it on or slipping it to someone else. I pressed my hands down on the table. What the heck was I doing? Sally came up from behind, her hands running up my toned arms. "Thank you for doing this, Jason, I really appreciate it." "I just hope you're not disappointed when nothing happens," I replied. She turned me around gently, hands on my waist, and kissed me. I responded in kind, taking hold of her hips and plunging my tongue deep into her mouth. We played with each other for the next five minutes before breaking off. Sally looked at her watch. "It should start soon. Are you ready?" "I guess. Just remember, I tried this for you even though it didn't work." "I know...and I do appreciate it. Just...don't jump to any conclusions yet." "Sure, sure." "So...do you want...to get undressed?" "Say again?" "Your body is about to change. It could be awkward if you're wearing the wrong kind of clothes." I grinned. "That is without doubt the weirdest excuse to get my shirt off that I have ever heard." She drummed her fingers on my pecs. "Well...if nothing comes of this...I'll make it worth your while...how's that?" "Sounds like a deal." She stepped back to let me undress. I pulled my shirt over my head, catching her eye as she scanned my chiselled physique. For a while it had been a sticking point, my body remaining so perfect while hers got rounder, flabbier, and slower. Now though, she didn't seem to mind. I pulled my socks off and undid the buckle to my jeans, slipping them down my legs. Sally couldn't help but bite on her lip at what was coming. I pulled down my shorts, my seven inch member dropping out to hang freely. She loved seeing that happen. Almost preferred it to an erection. Almost. We stood in silence for the next ten minutes, our eyes flitting between one another and the clock. Soon, it seemed obvious that nothing would happen. "Alright, forfeit," I said. Sally smiled and walked over. There was no doubt she was in the mood, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. In a strange sort of way, I felt guilty for letting her down. She teased my cheek with her fingertips, before leaning in and kissing me. I responded in kind. She slipped down to her knees, her fingers trailing down my body as she did. I was already growing stiff. With one hand unbuttoning her blouse, he teased my cock with the other, urging it to full hardness. She pulled her arms behind her, slipping the white blouse off and revealing her bra. I turned my hips sharply, slapping her on the cheek with my rigid cock. She closed her eyes with a gasp, sticking out her tongue to run the length of it. She began to rise again, loosening her skirt and letting it drop to the floor as she returned to meet my lips once more. She opened her eyes and smiled.Suddenly however, they narrowed, as she pulled away from me. "What? What is it?" I asked. "Your...stubble..." she said. "It's..." She couldn't seem to find the words. I reached up, touching my cheeks and jawline with my fingertips. I couldn't believe it. I could actually feel it receding. I have stubble most of the time, even on the mornings I shave. Now though, it was pulling back into my face. Not painfully, in fact in other circumstances it would have been strangely relaxing. Sally's lips parted in amazement. "It's working..." It WAS working. My face was already smooth. I began to feel the same sensation on my arms, chest, legs and crotch. I looked down. I was becoming smooth all over. Sally's hands went to her mouth, as she started bouncing up and down on her toes. "It's working....it's really working!"I watched in dumb-struck awe as my muscles began to recede before my eyes. My biceps, my powerful thighs, were melting away. "Your skin!" Sally yelped, "look at your skin!" I did, and saw what she meant. All around my smoothened body, patches of tanned flesh began springing up, like a water spreading across a disposable towel. "Because of my mom?" I wondered aloud. My mom was Latina-American, though none of these features had made their way across to me. Now however, that appeared about to change. "Oh, you're shrinking!" she exclaimed. Her voice seemed to be possessed more with delight than shock. I looked around. It seemed to be true. Even though I didn't feel any different, things around me seemed to be rising to meet with my eye level, including Sally. "I'm not so sure about this," I croaked. I coughed and cleared my throat. My voice sounded as if it was un-breaking. I put my hand to my throat and felt my Adam's apple receding. "It's a little late now, hon," Sally replied. "Oh my gosh, your face is changing too." "Changing? Into what?" "Into...a woman's, I guess. You sorta..." she stopped and giggled. "You sorta look like your mom, but younger." Whatever urges I had to go find a mirror disappeared with that sentence. A sudden pulling sensation caused me to look down. My flesh was now completely golden. My nipples however, had gone from light pink to dark brown. They looked swollen, pushing out at nearly double their original size. "Oh!" Sally gasped, noticing the same. "You're growing boobies!" "I am not!" I squealed in my higher voice. I don't know why I protested in that way, maybe it was just embarrassment. Either way, there was definitely no avoiding the truth. All around, my body seemed to be starting to swell. It started with my thighs, as I felt them rubbing against each other and had to part my legs. My buttocks were pushing out too, causing me to wobble slightly as I adjusted my balance. Everywhere else; my arms, legs and belly, seemed to be growing an extra layer of fat under the skin. Soon it was happening to my chest as well - but with no sign of stopping! I watched on in horror as my chest began to push out, two firm fleshy mounds growing and growing, my nipples stretching out until I had what were undoubtedly areolas. I went to cover them out of embarrassment, but the sharp sensation caused me to retract them with a pained hiss. I was so focused on them, that I hadn't realised my belly swelling up underneath. My navel pushed out, along with the growing mound of flesh. I could feel my spine bending to accompany the extra weight. At this point I could no longer see my penis, and couldn't have even if I tried. Soon, my 'breasts' were taking on a fullness, losing their firmness in the process. They drooped under their own weight, coming to rest on my belly as it pushed out further than even them. I stood, arms and legs apart, helpless to the changes of my swelling, aching, shrinking, tanning body. In the end, I simply closed my eyes, waiting for it all to end. "I...think that's everything," Sally said. I opened my eyes. Everything seemed obstructed by my belly and breasts, even my movement. "Are you...okay?" she asked. "I...don't know." "Does it hurt?" I shook my head. She squatted down in her underwear. "What are you doing?" I asked. My voice sounded so alien it was as if I was speaking through a microphone or something. "Looking to see if it's still there," she said curiously. I saw her looking under my belly. "Oh my gosh, it's gone! Your dick's gone!" "Stop looking!" I shrieked. My voice went much higher than I'd expected. "It's alright honey, just let me..." She reached under and I felt her fingers. Not against my manhood as I'd expected, but...sort of...under me. Her fingertips felt like they were at my 'entrance' but I couldn't make sense of what this meant. "Wow...you've got a vagina...a real vagina." I felt her tapping me. "Stop it, will you?!" "Sorry hon, sorry." She got up again. "But you look...wow....you look...really amazing, so beautiful." "I feel like a balloon." "Welcome to my world. This is womanhood, babe, or what comes with it." She paused. "Would you like to...see yourself?" "I don't know," I replied. "Come on, you need to." She reached out with her hand and I took it. It felt huge, when really it was only the same size as mine. She led me up the stairs. When I say that of course, what I really mean is that she walked up the stairs, while I wobbled behind. My thighs felt too swollen to walk normally, even with my absent penis. Steadying myself was another issue, my broad hips and curved spine forcing me to premeditate simple movements. I made a silent promise then that if I developed back trouble as a result of all this, I'd sue those doctors for every cent (in private of course - who'd want something like this publicising?). I made my way up the stairs, legs fully apart. If anyone had been standing at the bottom would had been able to see everything - even things I'd hadn't seen myself yet! I reached the top wearing a thin veil of sweat. I supported myself with an outstretched arm, huffing and puffing, palm pressed against my back. "It's okay, take your time," said Sally reassuringly. "You've jumped about eight months of pregnancy, it's going to be a shock to your system." "Not to mention my mind," I commented. Having recovered enough to continue, I followed Sally into the bathroom. The cold tiles were icier than usual, spiking though my softer, more sensitive feet. I could actually feel my nipples starting to stiffen. "Okay, are you ready?" she asked, tugging me gently by the arm. "Sure," I replied, "let's get this over with." I stepped forward in front of the body-length mirror. The image I saw before me was disorientating not because it was so alien, but so familiar. I saw my mom's face in mine, only two decades younger, her striking Latino features standing out. Surprisingly, I wasn't quite as large as I felt. The shape of my body made me realise why I was having so much trouble walking, that I was putting weight into all the wrong areas. My belly dominated my image. Leaning back, I could just make out the dark pubic hair dwelling underneath. A sick feeling settled with the realisation that if I could see any better, I'd be looking at my vagina. "Are you okay?" Sally asked. "I...I don't know," I laughed nervously. "I'm spacing out here." "Come on, we'll get you some clothes." I padded heavily to the bedroom where Sally got to work looking for suitable garments. "Here you go," she said, tossing me something white. I held out the silk panties. "Panties? Really?" "Problem?" "They look a little...snug." "I'm sorry hon, I know you can't really...see down there at the moment, but you don't really have anything to fill your boxer shorts with. Plus, these are stretchy, so good for your belly." I sighed and tried to get one leg in them. Nearly losing my balance however, I had to settle for sitting on the bed and wriggling them on. Sally watched on sympathetically. "Okay, stand up," she said, walking over. I did so, and held up my arms as she gestured, for her to hook a bra around me. "You are not serious," I said. "Can't you feel how heavy they are? They look like they weigh a ton. Come on, put them into the cups." I sighed in disapproval. I cupped my right breast. It felt strange, full and weighty, sort of how I expected and yet different. I tried to squeeze it into the cup. "It won't fit." "Just put them in as best you can and we'll try and adjust it." I obliged as she asked only to grunt loudly as she pulled the strap. "Ow! Careful!" "Ohhh, sorry babes. You must be bigger than I was at 8 months. That's my biggest bra, and I reached a 36D! I'll get you one tomorrow. We'll need a few things for you now while you're like this." Her remark made me realise just how long this might be for. "Sally...what about work? The kids?" "I'll give my folks a call, see if they can't babysit a little while longer. I'm sure they won't say no. As for work, I'll say you're having back trouble." She grinned at me. "It's not a total lie." Her eyes scanned my body. Instinctively, my hands went to my breasts. The tips of my nipples were moist with milk, a direct result of the squeezing of the bra. "Okay...let's get a dress on you." "A dress?!" "It's a maternity dress. It's all I've got that'll fit you. Don't worry, it's dark blue and really plain." I fought further objections as she dropped it over my head. Some slightly oversized sandals, and I at least had something loosely resembling a complete outfit. "At least your hair didn't grow," she said, tousling it. "We'd have had to do something with it otherwise." "If they'd found a way to make hair grow, I'd bet on them opening up a very different kind of enterprise." She giggled. "Come on, let's go downstairs and have a cup of tea. We'll talk things over then and you look like you could use a sit down." I nodded wearily. * When I woke up next morning, I genuinely thought something terrible had happened. I awoke on my side, barely able to move and with an aching all over my body. Only as the previous day's events came back to me, did I realise the cause of the symptoms. Sally's head peered over at me, her blonde hair teasing my delicate cheeks. "Morning, sleepy-head," she smiled. "Wow, you really were exhausted. I'm not surprised, it was your first day as a pregnant woman. Hits you hard, huh?" She tousled my hair. Only as my vision cleared, did I realise she was fully dressed. "What time is it?" my feminine voice croaked. "10:15 - I'm heading to the mall to pick you up some clothes that fit. Will you be alright on your own?" I nodded. "Sure." She kissed me on the forehead. "I'll try not to be too long." I came out of the bathroom 20 minutes later following an awkward shower that had involved me clinging onto the walls for dear life so as not to slip. Drying off my hair, I gave some thought as to what to wear. I would have liked nothing more at that point, than to throw on a t-shirt and jeans and leave it at that, but there was no way either was going to fit me. I searched the limited maternity section of Sally's wardrobe. There were no pants. She'd claimed they pressed too hard on her bladder, making them uncomfortable. With a sigh, I dragged out her sky blue dress decorated with sunbeams. It was this, or something in pink. I slipped it on over my smooth, swollen body. I decided against the panties. Heck if I was going to be any more girly than I had to be. With a satisfied nod, I made my way downstairs. I sat at the kitchen table eating toast and drinking orange juice. Both things tasted weird on my tongue and I had to down two glasses of water to fully get rid of the taste. I sat there for a moment, absently stroking my belly. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't go outside, and I wasn't in any kind of shape to be doing housework. I felt...trapped, I suppose. I ended up sitting there for a long while, staring absent-mindedly. In a way, I guess I wasn't going to be able to do anything until Sally came back. My bum eventually starting to ache from all the sitting, I got up and walked across the kitchen, loading my plate and glass into the dishwasher. As I bent over though, I felt something, something unnerving and familiar. It was my bladder. Again. Since my change yesterday morning, I'd been to the bathroom eight times in total, four in the space of last night. Every movement just seemed to put pressure on that area, and I'm sure it was quite a bit smaller as well. I felt the pull of my weaker 'female' muscles down there, and knew I didn't have much time. In fact, I didn't have any time at all. Two glasses of water and an OJ - what was I thinking? It was suicide. I bit my bottom lip, rubbing my thighs together. This was bad, I'd never been this desperate before, not this suddenly. I contemplated hurrying up the stairs, but every trip so far had taken about a minute - and I wouldn't last that long. With no time to think, I contemplated the insane. Hurrying to the cupboard under the sink in short, dance-like steps, I took out a bucket and placed it in the centre of the floor. I looked down at it, breathing hurriedly. Never before had I wished so hard that I still had a penis. But I didn't have time to dwell. Lifting up my dress, I stepped carefully over the bucket, lowering myself as low as I could. Thank goodness Sally wasn't here, thank goodness I was all alone. I went lower and lower, until my buttocks were touching the rim of the bucket. Then, suddenly, I lost all balance. I fell back on my butt with a grunt, the bucket toppling and rolling away across the room. The weight and shape of my belly caused me to roll as well, onto my back. 'Oh, noooo,' I wailed quietly. I felt the giving of the muscles, there was no stopping it now! Spreading my legs as wide as I could, I whimpered as I felt myself starting to pee. I rolled my dress backwards over my belly. The tanned lump blocked out the whole scene which, in a way, I was grateful for. I remained still on my back, helpless to move until my bladder had finished emptying itself. And. it. took. Forever. I screwed my face up as I heard the sound of water on tiles, desperately praying that no-one would walk in at this particular moment. It was, without doubt, the most humiliating experience of my life - and that was without anyone seeing me! I pulled my dress off, over my head, casting it to one side. Finally, it was over. I got up slowly, looking down. What a mess. I went upstairs to the bathroom to clean myself up. With that done, I headed back down to take out the mop and bucket, filling it with hot, soapy water. Even though I was alone, I felt a little exposed, so picked up Sally's apron, tying it around me. The strings were just barely long enough. Finally, I got to work. "Well, look at you, all barefoot and pregnant." I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. "Sally!" I exclaimed, "don't do that!" "Sorry, hon, didn't mean to. What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" "It's sweet that you want to help, hon, and I love that you're getting into the role, but you shouldn't be doing that in your condition. House chores can wait until later." "Fine," I said, putting the mop aside. It was clean now anyway. "I'm already exhausted." "Come and sit down in the lounge," she said, "come see what clothes I've bought you." "Come on, let's see a twirl," Sally said gleefully. I stood frowning at her, hands planted on my rounded hips. "Don't be such a spoilsport." "Spoilsport? You're the one who only went and brought dresses. What was wrong with a normal pair of pants?" "They wouldn't fit you, babe." "Maternity ones then!" I had every right to be angry. There I was, stood in a white-colored maternity dress with a plunging v-neck that exposed my dramatically swollen cleavage. "It's all part of the experience, darling, you're supposed to feel like a woman." "Well, you've got that part down!" "The bra helps, doesn't it?" "I...yes, but that's not the point." I was wearing a matching bra and panties underneath. It turned out I was now a 36EE, though how Sally had guessed that correctly I had no idea. "Just relax, there's no reason to be embarrassed. It's only you and me that knows." "I just...you could have asked me first." "I know, I just wanted it to be a surprise. And I knew that if I asked you'd say no, and you'd never have gotten to try this sort of thing." "Fine, just...don't do this sort of thing again without asking me, okay?" "Okay, I promise," she said, showing her palms and sitting back on the couch. "Well, at least we know the leaflet was right." "Leaflet? What leaflet? Right about what?" She produced a slim-looking leaflet from her bag. "Dr Stevenson gave it to us - not that you were paying attention. According to this, your heightened emotions are an expected side-effect of your transformation, like those of any pregnant woman." "I am not emotional." "No? You do a good impression of an emotional woman, I'll give you that. Every little thing that upsets you seems to result in you raising your voice." "I do not raise my-!" I cut myself off abruptly, seeing the smirk forming on her face. "Anyway," she said, "we're due to go see Dr Stevenson tomorrow, so she can assess you then." "Great," I sighed, "I can hardly wait." * "So, how are you feeling?" I looked back at Dr Stevenson with a frown and went to fold my arms, only to be obstructed by my breasts and then my belly. In the end, I had to settle for resting them on my bump. "I've been better." "We've got your test results back. I'm pleased to say you're in perfect condition." "That's a matter of opinion," I grumbled. I couldn't stand the way she was looking at me, all supreme, as if she'd got one over on me. She looked over at Sally. "I see he's suffering from the mood swings." "Yes," Sally giggled. "It's quite sweet really." "I do NOT have mood swings!" I protested. "On the whole though," Dr Stevenson asked, leaning forward, 'how is you mental state?' "I'm coping." "Emotionally?" "Of course." "Have you cried yet?" "I'm not exactly the crying type." "You are now, dear," she said. I scoffed cynically. "Let's try an experiment - that is, if you are willing?" "No problems here," I shrugged. Anything to prove she was wrong, I thought to myself. She switched off the lights and picked up a remote, switching on a television mounted on the wall. Music started playing. I watched disinterestedly as the scene showed a meadow in bloom and a babbling brook. "Aw, that's lovely," Sally remarked. I snorted at the remark. Soon things shifted to lambs skipping, children running and dancing, embracing their mothers. Lovers kissed and people wept with joy. I was bored to tears. Literally. I could feel the streams running down my cheeks. Wait, what? I held out my hand, staring at a tear on the end of my finger. "Are you alright, Jason?" Dr Stevenson asked. Sally turned to me as I looked back in horror. "Oh, darling," she cried, throwing her arms around me. It was no good from that point on - I was crying, really, really crying. In the arms of my wife. "Okay, that's enough, I think," the doctor said sweetly. I glared at her as she turned the lights on with my puffed-up, tear-stained eyes. She actually handed me a tissue which I grudgingly accepted. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Jason," she assured me. "In fact, it's perfectly normal for a woman in your condition." I gritted my teeth, the anger oozing out of me faster than the tears. "How much longer will this last for?" "It will run its course, it all depends on your original hormone levels. Either way, it should be for a while yet. And on that note, we need a new name for you." "You...what?" "No, not me, you?" She rifled through some papers. "Now, let's see....traditionally, the name we switch Jason to...is Jessica." "Oh, that's so sweet!" Sally exclaimed. "I love it!" "No," I replied. "No, no, absolutely no way." * I stood in the bathroom in front of the sink. I was wearing nothing except an oversized pair of white maternity panties. My reflection stared back at me. There was no other option. I had to do this. I reached up and cupped my breasts gently. Even at their current size, either one would have once fitted nicely into my manly hands. Now though, they were just too large and heavy. What's more...they were just...so...full. I couldn't put this off any longer - they needed to be drained. I looked at my nipples, they were sore and swollen, central to areolas the size of small saucepan lids. The more I looked at them, the more they seemed to ache. I took a long, deep breath, then got to work. Holding up the two pinky melons in my palms, I pressed down on my dark itchy nipples with my thumbs. At first there was a sharp pain and I immediately wanted to stop. Knowing that I couldn't bear to go through the rest of the day like this however, I forced myself to give it another try. I dragged my thumbs slowly down my areolas towards my erect nipples. It happened without warning - two thin white jets shooting out into the basin. It was painful and erotic all at once. I bent over as far as my ball-like belly would allow and went again. Thin lines of milk shot out in what seemed like an eternal waterfall. "Jess! Are you nearly ready?" It was Sally, calling from the other side of the door. We were due to go out for a walk. "N-nearly," I moaned. I straightened myself up and gave my breasts a jiggle. They were still huge, but didn't feel anywhere near as full. In fact, I felt...relief. * We headed into the park together, arm in arm. I plodded along in my yellow dress and white sneakers, my slightly smaller breasts held up by a firm maternity bra. I glanced enviously at Sally. There she was with her chiselled womanly form, her hips swaying majestically in her tight- fitting jeans, her flat belly a powerful contrast from her round breasts. But I'll admit, my jealousy wasn't exactly spilling over. In fact, my mood was probably lighter than it had been, following my 'draining' less than an hour ago. What was spilling over, however, was my embarrassment. Everywhere we seemed to go, we drew glances from strangers, each glancing at my belly, which many women offering a smile as well. I can honestly say I had never felt so conspicuous in all my life. I'm sure I looked fatter next to Sally. "Are you alright?" she asked after a while. "Yeah, I guess, why?" "You're huffing a lot." "Yeah, I'm feeling the strain a little," I admitted. My back WAS getting sore. We approached a park bench. "You take a seat here and I'll go find us a couple of soft drinks," she said. I plopped down on the bench, listening ashamedly to the wood groan. "Thanks hon, that'd be nice." She smiled and left. I sat there sweating on the bench, my sunglasses and a high branch offering at least some protection. "Hey there, all alone?" a voice asked. "Oh, I'm just waiting for a friend," I replied. I looked up to see the silhouette of a man standing over me. "May I?" "Oh, sure." "Thanks," he said, taking his seat. "Just need to take five, y'know?" I looked across at him and my jaw nearly dropped. It was Brad, my colleague from work. "Why aren't you at work?" I asked. It was a question I asked out of shock more than anything, and may have sounded a little rude as I asked it. "Oh, I got the day off. My wife's meeting me here." "That's...nice." It only just dawned on me that he didn't recognise me one bit - and why would he? The thought made me feel giddy and at least a little bit sick. "So, how far on are you?" he asked. "I'm sorry?" He nodded towards my belly. "Oh! Um....eight and a half months." "Boy or girl?" "Neith- *ahem* I'm not sure." "Very brave, leaving it to chance. More exciting though, right?" "Yes," I replied, laughing nervously. I watched his eyes pull away. Did he...did he just steal a look at my cleavage? I felt myself redden, and I was already way too hot. I reached into my purse for a packet of wipes with which to dab myself. My hands were sweaty though and I dropped the packet to the floor. "Oh!" I went to bend down instinctively, only for my belly to once again get in the way. "Here, let me," Brad said, going down. "Oh, thank you," I said. I watched his eyes as he went. He did it again! He stole another look! I accepted the packet with thanks. I looked down to avoid further eye contact, only to see...oh, my gosh, it couldn't be. Was he...bulging? It couldn't be, I had to be wrong, and yet...it seemed possible. I looked away in disbelief. I couldn't have done that to him, could I? I bit down on my thumb. This was so embarrassing. How did I end up in this mess? And then, things got even crazier. I only noticed it as I shuffled, but it was definitely there. There was a moistness between my legs, only slight, but it was there. Oh my gosh, my colleague was making me wet. Wet - me! A man! This was all so backwards. I was never meant to experience this, hadn't experienced this, until right now. I tried to reassure myself that I hadn't gotten turned on by a man, that it was only the thought of turning him on with my body that had caused this fluke reaction. I got to my feet in a panic. I had to go, right now, or I'd never be able to look him in the eye again. "Is everything alright?" "Yes, I um...I just need to go find my...my...sister. Give my love to Jane." "How do you know my wife's name? I never mentioned it...did I?" "Um...I...erm...I know her from...um....bye!" I tried to run away, but had to settle for a waddle. * "Come on,' Sally insisted, 'at least try it once." "No, it'd be weird." "There's no-one here but us, who'd know?" "I'd know." "And you might enjoy it." "I doubt that very much." "Jess, you might never get another chance at this anytime in your life. Are you really serious when you say you're not even in the least bit curious? Most men would kill to know." "I'm not 'most men.'" "You're not wrong there." "Very funny." "Look, let's just try it, and if you hate it, we'll stop." "Okay, fine, if it'll just get you off of my case." She clapped her hands together. "Yes! Thank you! You're going to love this, I promise you." It was 23:45 and we were both sat on our double-bed wearing our nightdresses (there's a sentence I never thought I'd say - had a lot of those recently). Sally, for one reason or another, was trying to get me in the mood for...well, intimacy. We hadn't had any form of sex in the three weeks since I'd changed. We were still close, and shared the odd kiss, but as far as sex went, I wasn't nearly so keen. To be honest, I was quite surprised that Sally was. For my own part, I wasn't feeling particularly sexy these days - bloated, swollen, aching and lactating, I'd certainly felt more desirable in my lifetime. Sally went over to her top drawer and started rummaging. "What are you looking for?" I asked. "You'll see. Just lie on your back." I did so uncertainly. "Ah, here we are." My eyes fell on the pink object in her hand. "Th-that's a..." "A vibrator, yup!" "Since when did you..." "Since you started working away and I got lonely." "No way are you using that on me." "Come on, you already agreed." She was already moving over me, her lips homing in. Our full lips connected, and I immediately began to feel the responses one normally does with sex. Not quite in the same way I did as a man, but in a way that was similar; the racing heart, the sweaty palms, that obsession that takes over your brain in the heat of the moment. Our tongues wrestled for a while as Sally got into a more comfortable position. She lowered the straps of her nightdress, pulling it down to reveal her breasts. They weren't quite as firm as they were before her pregnancies, but still shapely and with a lightness I found myself envying. She moved in and I took her nipple into my mouth, working the other with my fingers. I sucked gently, then fiercely to draw a sharp breath from her. Once I released her, she moved down my body and parted my thighs. I went red as she peered down there, staring at the spot where my manhood used to be, the weapon with which I would have once upon a time used to control our love-making sessions, to humble her. Now it was gone though, and I was dripping wet right in front of her. Her hand went up to my chest, her long finger nails raking gently across my rigid nipple. I gasped with the sensation and she took the opportunity to slip her own weapon into me. It was, expectedly, a strange sensation, one of something entering me and also of it not quite being there. I felt the vibrations but they seemed somehow distant. "How's that?" Sally asked, looking up. "It's...not bad," I replied. "A little weird." "How about this?" Her eyes went wide with life as he moved up my body, pushing the vibrator into another part of my vagina. A both of lightning ran through me, causing every muscle to spasm as I gripped the sheets. "Oooooh, my gosh, what is that?" She could barely contain her excitement. 'It's your clitoris, how do you like it?' "Has that always been there?" "Since you became a woman, hon. Nice, isn't it?" "I...I can't..." "It's okay, let it happen." Paralysed by pleasure, I watched on helplessly as she rolled my nightdress up over my belly. After that, she lowered the top half, my heavy breasts slapping out. Keeping her weapon firmly on my pussy, she leaned over to take my nipple into her mouth. I hissed with both pain and pleasure. She was gentle, but even then it was almost unbearable. The vibration was causing tremors all over my body. I clawed the sheets desperately. Then, suddenly, I felt my bladder starting to give. I put my hand instinctively down to my groin. "Lie on your side," Sally said, as if seeing what the problem was. I guess she did have a lot of experience in these matters. I took her advice and rolled over. She kept her hand between my legs by from behind, stimulating and stimulating. I let out a long, soft, feminine moan, the kind I didn't think my voice was capable of producing. The sensation was growing wilder, I was losing control. Sally's hand came around to caress my breasts once more, while her lips worked at my neck. It was coming, a sensation unlike any other, not a gradual growing like before but more of a glow that grew more and more intense. "Here it comes," Sally whispered. I grabbed the pillow and pulled it into my chest, biting down hard as the most inhuman noises I'd ever heard came pouring from my throat. My thighs were spasming, water gushing all over Sally's hand. And, as I reeled from the tremors racking my body, the tears came forth once more. We lay in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity. Somehow, Sally had ended up crying as well, but not anywhere near as fiercely as me. Eventually, we both settled down enough to communicate as normal human beings. "Sally," I sniffled, "when this is over...if you ever get pregnant I swear...I absolutely, 100% swear that I will do everything in my power to help you through it. I had no idea it was like this, but now I do." She smiled back and wiped a tear from my cheek. 'I know you will, darling. And it'll happen sooner than you think." "What do you mean?" "I'm already pregnant, Jess. It happened a week before all of this started, that's why I wanted us to go to that appointment." "I...I had no idea. You mean...I'm going to be a Dad again?" "Yes. Well...once you get your manhood back anyway." I laughed. I laughed harder than I'd ever laughed in my entire life. Soon, we were both giggling uncontrollably. We ended up kissing over and over until, finally, we each fell asleep in the other's arms. "I 100% swear..."