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I left Emily and entered the bathroom, hearing her muttering some strange words from that "magic" book. What a load of crap and a waste of money. Still, it kept us entertained in our drunken state... Whilst carrying out my usual business, I felt as though something were not quite right, I felt a shrinking, slipping feeling around my groin, but dismissed it as part of my drunkenness. I felt the skin of my chest tighten and tingle as I leaned towards the tap to drink some water. Damn I was thirsty. Upon re-entering the room, I found Emily smiling at me with intent, her smile seeming to indicate a great deal more than just happiness. It was at this moment that I felt the need to scratch that shrinking feeling that was occurring around my groin. I reached down, to no avail, I scrambled in the dark to find my balls, but couldn't grasp anything between my legs. No penis, nothing! I fumbled with my hands, only stopping when my index finger brushed arousingly across my female clitoris. The shockwave that came through me was phenomenal. I felt as if every part of me was beyond my own physical control... This pleasurable experience was interrupted only by Emily's faint cry of surprise. I had no idea what she was going on about, but was soon to discover for myself. It started with the rumbling pressure within my chest, then grew to intensity around my nipples. This sensation became so wonderfully intense that I simply had to look down to see what was causing it. As I looked down, and my eyesight caught up and came into focus. I could see that there was a distinct hill on my chest, and that it was growing rapidly. This was the source of Emily's cry of surprise. Stunned and amazed by what was occurring, I was frozen in time, watching my ever-expanding chest swell and define itself. My fitted, button up shirt was beginning to strain as a result of my growth. I could hear the buttons creak as the pressure built up against the material. I watched the fat expand continuously, helpless to stop or hinder its progress. In some sort of an effort to impede the growth, I reached towards my expanding bosom and held it as tight as I dared, fearing that with any more tension, I may liberate my growing tits. Once my blossoming breasts came to a standstill, I looked down, only to be confronted with a mass of flesh covered by my shirt, still under immense strain. I dare not make sudden movements, for fear I may split my shirt, then what would I wear? I was even hesitant to breathe too deeply, because it may upset the delicate situation I was in. All this time, Emily has been watching me, with as much awe and shock as myself. Just as I was beginning to gain an understanding of what had happened to me, I felt a flutter deep with inside of my belly. It was at first a small, rolling feeling, slowly building in pressure within me. However, the feeling was a warm one, and I was soon able to feel the more powerful and major effects that this rolling had upon my sensitive, new and fertile female body. At first it was just the slightest pressure, pushing at my jeans. It felt much like a burp after a large meal, so I prepared myself to release this gas. However, the burp never came, and the pressure continued to build. I returned myself to the bathroom, in an attempt expel this pressure by another exit. What caught my eye as I was walking past the mirror was quite possibly the greatest shock I have ever experienced in my life. I noticed that my belly was beginning to push outwards and into my jeans. The very same jeans that were being held up by a belt a day previously. Upon seeing this, I once again froze like a rabbit caught in the headlights, simply watching the events unfold before my eyes. I felt the unrelenting pressure build itself inside of me, and not ease. I felt my skin stretch as tight as a drum, as my body ballooned more and more. I fumbled at the button on my jeans, but my belly had pushed too far for me to open the buttons. The buttons on my shirt were now under even more pressure than they were with my boobs. The pressure that my shirt was under was nothing to what I was experiencing however. The speed at which my belly was expanding made it feel as though my skin might just split. It felt tight and tingled all over. My clothes added to the pressure. Tentatively, I reached towards my shirt, which was vainly attempting holding my belly in. As much as my shirt was giving me an increased feeling of pressure, I was scared to remove it, for fear of what I might see. In a few more moments, the decision was made for me however, when the button in the middle of my shirt gave way, followed rapidly by the ones lower than it. The top ones still held my breasts in place however. I gazed down at my shiny, white skin, stretched so taut. I glistened in sweat and was breathing heavily. Shakily, I reached down to touch my tight skin, as if to reassure myself that this had actually happened. I found myself exploring the surface of my belly, and then with a start realized that Emily was watching me. "Having fun?" she queried She saw the shocked look upon my face and continued to taunt me. "My my, who's looking a bit pudgy then?" She giggled whilst running a hand across my tummy. "Em, what the- are you doing this?" I stammered. "Do you know, it almost looks as though you might be pregnant" I watched her walk back down the hall and then pass out on the bed. I couldn't get the words from my mind. Pregnant? Surely not. I looked at myself in the mirror once more. If I was pregnant, I couldn't be more than 4 months gone. Though it was big enough to bust open my shirt and make my jeans too tight to remove, my belly wasn't that pronounced. I began to walk down the hallway to the bedroom where Emily was dozing. It concerned me somewhat how my walk had changed to accommodate the pudginess around my middle. The jiggling of my breasts and the rubbing of my nipples on my shirt was also somewhat disconcerting. I roused Emily from her sleep. "Em, stop playing around, I am not pregnant and this is not happening." Emily replied, "You sure about that?" whilst swiftly groping at my breasts through my shirt. "Ooh," I moaned at the shockwave of pleasure that swamped my body. I stepped back and out of her grip quickly, only to feel my boobs bounce and slap onto my chest. Emily reached out once more and finished the job on my shirt, tearing it from my body to reveal my mammaries in all their glory. "Wow, aren't they a good size. Maybe about a D-cup I think. And nice and perky too." I gazed down and took in the whole view. My boobs were a pretty decent size, not excessive, but decent. True, they were perky too. Emily pushed me on my back and fell on top of me as I landed softly on the bed behind me. It was at this point in time when I noticed that I had lost a great deal of height and strength with this transformation. Emily was kissing me passionately, I pushed her off saying "Emily, this isn't happening, this is a dream, how much have we had to drink?" "Maybe, maybe not," Emily say with a playful smile on her face. Then I felt it again, that building pressure deep within me. Emily grabbed a bottle of hand lotion on the shelf nearby and began lathering my belly. Deep down I knew what was coming. The pressure in my jeans became even greater. I began to feel the same growing feeling I had felt only minutes previously. Emily took my hands in her own and we both massaged my ever-expanding middle together. As confused and scared as I was, this erotic-like massaging was quite pleasurable. My thoughts turned to the waistline of my jeans that was now beginning to cut quite painfully into my belly. The growth inside me continued unrelentingly however, and began to force my hips wider. I could feel the weight within me pushing me onto the bed. My butt also plumped up considerably, and it was a combination of this added fat and the width of my hips that finally broke the button from my jeans and they popped open forcefully. The sight that confronted me was astounding. I was enormous, my round belly sticking out from me like a beachball. And the beachball was still being inflated. At this point in time, Emily let out a childish giggle and lowered her massaging to the underside of my belly, where I could hardly see her hands. I attempted to sit up, but wasn't able to. I looked over at my ballooning body's reflection in the mirror and noted that my belly button had flattened because of the growth. As I watched, I could feel it pressing harder and harder until it rolled outwards with an audible pop. Finally, the growing slowed and came to a stop. Emily smiled at me, saying, "Well, what do you think now?" I was stumped for words. "I, I, I'm huge!" I stammered. "You're enormously round and full with child. Your skin is so taut, you're like a big, blown up beachball almost about to pop!" replied Emily cheekily, running a hand over my distended belly and poking it gently. I could feel all sorts of movement within me. I attributed these phantom movements to a child within me, as that thought had been planted by Emily. They felt like many very large butterflies that were trying to get out, or bubbles that were rolling and rolling but never broke. Each time a small hand or foot kicked strongly it took my breath away and I placed my hand where the feeling came from. In the back of my mind I felt as though I may just explode, as Emily joked. My skin was so tight, like a drum, like a beachball. I was fortunately without any stretch marks however, which seemed quite strange. I still hadn't moved from where I was lying. I was exhausted and drained, both physically and mentally. Emily rose and grabbed a towel. She began to gently rub the lotion from my belly and then my breasts. After doing this, she pulled the covers over me and I drifted into a deep sleep. It must have been late in the afternoon when I awoke, because light was streaming through the curtains. I awoke when I tried to roll over onto my stomach. The result was that my breasts shifted with me and slapped into each other, shaking and jiggling violently. There was obviously no chance that I would get all the way over onto my belly. I lay there still, too afraid to move. Emily came in and pulled the covers off me, lowering herself down and kissing me on the cheek, then down my neck, over my left breast and onto my belly. "Yep, definitely still there," she said, once again prodding my huge, gravid belly. Her actions forced me to realize that this was no dream, this was real. "I'll rustle you up something to eat. No doubt you'll be hungry." Emily bounced out of the room. I was hungry, but more than that I needed to go to the bathroom desperately. I needed to get up, by myself. Slowly I rolled back onto my back. Then using a combination of sliding my behind and pushing with my hands, I got to the edge of the bed. I then dropped my feet over the side of the bed and pushed myself up with my hands. As I got closer to being fully upright, I could feel the weight in my womb shift lower on my body. By the time I was seated, there was a considerable pressure pushing on not only my bladder, but on my womanly centre- my.....vagina. I still had my male briefs covering my lower body, but I could feel a distinct lack of anything down there. I mustered enough courage to look downward. My view was met with two large breasts, resting atop an enormous round, pregnant belly. With each breath I took, I could see my big mounds rise and fall, and feel their weight on my chest and feel them softly brush the top of my belly. The next and most daunting task thus far was standing up. I tried standing as I had normally done, but found this to be impossible, because of the huge weight I now carried around my middle. I had to use my hands to push myself off the bed and lean forward. I as I rose to my feet, I once again felt my breasts quake and the weight of the child within me shift lower in my pelvis. This did not however, make any difference to how very large I looked. I turned to the wardrobe mirror and took in the sight that confronted me. I looked just about ready to deliver! By lying on the bed, it meant I appeared much smaller than I really was. At first I estimated my size to be about the same as a large basketball to a small beachball. Now I realize that it is probably closer to a large beachball, with my outie belly button like the nozzle. I reached out to my belly button and was shocked at how far I had to stretch to reach it. The pressure on my bladder stopped me from gawking at myself and forced me to reality. I took my first steps towards the door, breasts brushing and bobbling arousingly over my belly. My centre of gravity was grossly affected by my condition and as a result I now walked with a very noticeable waddle. Each time I took a step, I could feel the bizarre jiggling of my breasts, combined with the strange feeling of having a massive belly, with skin stretched so tight. My briefs also began to ride up my behind. I finally reached the bathroom after what seemed ages, panting and out of breath. I tremblingly pushed my briefs down over my hairless, smooth thighs as I lowered my heavy body onto the toilet seat. No more peeing standing up for me. My first experience urinating as a woman...My belly was resting on the tops of my thighs, and I couldn't help but rub and caress my taut, stretched skin as I sat there. It was amazingly smooth and the skin was beautiful, though very, very tight. I also couldn't get over how very round I was. It was all so overwhelming, my large breasts and even larger belly, the movements within me so powerful. A tear rolled down my cheek and onto my belly. I was scared to venture down to my groin, but knew what would await me there. I gathered my emotions and pulled myself up using the shower frame and the window sill. Seeing the shower, I turned the taps on and decided I would give myself a wash. Damn, the water was taking ages to turn warm. While I was waiting, I studied myself in the bathroom mirror. Starting with my new long hair, which smelt so good and was soft and shiny. Then down to the two huge mounds that were jutting out like melons from my chest. I took my breasts with both my hands and hefted them, feeling their weight with my hands. I estimated them to maybe weigh a few pounds each. My hands were cold and wet, and it sent a shiver down my spine, shaking my boobs slightly. I put my hands either side of my massive tits and pushed them together, watching them form a very ample cleavage and watching their change in shape from above and in the mirror. I realized that I was quite well endowed and that even without a hugely pregnant belly, my downward view would still be impeded. My fingers ventured to my nipples, which immediately became erect at my touch. I tweaked them and gasped with surprise at the pleasurable feeling that enveloped my body. The thought occurred to me that I would be needing some form of support for these, in the form of a bra. I shuddered at my female thoughts. By this stage, the shower had become warm, and I proceeded to step in. I intended to test the warmth with my hand, but my belly got there first. "eek" I squealed, the water was still a bit cold. The high, girly pitch of my voice penetrated my mind. I turned the hot up more and got under the strong stream of water. It quickly became apparent to me that the child inside of me quite enjoyed water, as he began thumping and pushing inside my womb like crazy. At first this startled me, as I was not quite used to it, but I soon became somewhat accustomed to it, and followed his movements with my hand. I reached over to the shelf and grabbed some shampoo. I noted the shifting weight and appearance of my breasts once again as I raised my hands to my head to lather my hair. Having completed washing my hair, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the warm water running over my excessively round body. I washed the shampoo out and felt the bubbles trickle over my breasts, down over my belly, my groin and down my thighs. It became a little frustrating that I was not able to get my whole body under the water at the same time, however with my new size it came as little surprise I suppose. In fact, upon reaching for the body scrub, I noted how I was barely able to fit inside the shower cubicle. I poured an ample amount of the body gel into my right hand and began to massage it over my chest, at the top of my breasts. Slowly I worked my way down, using both hands, over the peaks of my boobs and to their undersides. I grabbed more gel and poured it directly onto my belly, realizing I would need a considerable amount to cover my vast middle. I began rubbing the gel into my skin, slowly at first, then with more intensity. Leaving my right hand running over my belly, I turned my attention back to my breasts with my left hand, oozing the gel between my fingers, around the deep, defined curves of my tits and sensually massaging them. The child within me became very active now, and his somersaulting and squirming aroused me even more. I moved both hands over my belly, rubbing my tight skin, following the flutters inside of me. I even went so far as so prod my own belly, feeling how tight I really was. Reaching as far as I could, I ran my fingers over my belly button, which was sticking out further than my nipples. Lost in my own erotic massaging, I began to feel a humming from within my groin. Without even thinking, I slid my hands down to the underside of my mountainous belly. The combination of the steep slope and the gel meant that my right hand continued running downhill and over my hairless pussy, which was by now dripping wet. While something in the back of my mind would not accept what was happening, the lips of my vagina simply begged me to pay attention. My left hand returned to fondle and caress my boobs, while I began to explore the folds of my pussy with my slippery right hand. I was pleased at how tight and stretchy it was, and I began thrusting fingers in and out of it. The feeling was unbelievable, causing me to shudder uncontrollably, no mean feat for a girl as pregnant as I was. Finally, I climaxed, gasping for air and softly moaning. My heart was racing, and my child continued to hammer away at the drum that was my belly. These feelings tempted me to venture downstairs once more, but I resisted the urge and reigned in my body. Somewhere in the back of my mind was the thought that I might make myself pop. Stupid maybe, but when you are as full and tight with a child as this, these things come to mind. I finished washing myself, turned off the taps and then turned around to get out. Instead my belly brushed past the cold tiles on the wall. "Damn it! I have to get used to this," I mumbled to myself, once again noting the high pitch of my female voice. Stepping out of the shower and onto the soft mat I reached out to grab a towel, but ended up knocking it from the rack. I really was becoming rather clumsy. I began to reach down to pick it up, and almost lost my balance. This scared me somewhat as I didn't know if I would be able to get up again if I fell over, with all the weight inside of me. Trying a second time, I spread my legs a little wider and let the curve of my massive belly slide between my legs as I bent down. My tits rolled forward as I did so. Feeling my smooth belly on smooth, hairless thighs made me feel very large indeed. It also increased the pressure on my vagina again. I picked up the towel and slowly rose again. Once everything settled back into place I commenced by drying my hair. It was strange, even though I had never had long hair, I still knew what needed to be done, and how. The same couldn't be said for my breasts. Somehow I had lost all sense of direction that I had while in the shower. I fumbled over them and accidentally brushed my nipples too hard, causing them to stand erect once more. Letting go suddenly, my tits dropped and jiggled atop my belly. I moved with more caution to the epic task of drying my big round belly. I decided to start at the base, where it sloped into my groin. Slowly as I dried my hand came into view from under the huge round bulge that was my belly. I decided I would dry the rest of my new body in my room, where I had more space to maneuver. Realising I needed to cover myself for the walk, I wrapped the towel as best I could around my groin and tried to cover some of my middle, as I did when I shaved as a man. There were no other towels in the room, so I would just have to go without anything up top. I began to waddle down the corridor and to the bedroom. The towel around my middle started to come loose. I stopped and caught my breath while trying to re-adjust the towel to cover a greater portion of my body. It soon became apparent that the expanse of my middle was just too great for any normal towel to cover. I finished the last few steps to my room trying to hold the towel as best I could. Exhausted, I sat down heavily on the bed, breasts jiggling, belly very tight. The bouncing and jiggling of my boobs reminded me of the need for a bra. First thing's first though, need to finish drying. I dried my legs while still seated on the bed, noting how soft my skin was. My thighs were a little plump, but not overweight, about right for a child bearing mother I estimated. Mustering all my strength and rising off the bed, I turned my back to the mirror to dry my behind. I found myself staring in wonder at my own rear-end. It was just the sort that I would admire in a female, small, pert and rounded. However it appeared to have modified itself due to the pregnancy because it was a little more rounded and plump than a slim woman's behind would be. I dried my two cheeks slowly, granting myself a mischievous little grope, and enjoying it. Casting my eyes over the two little dimples above my behind, I turned my attention to the small of my back. What I saw made my heart leap with fright, I could see the curve of my belly bulging out either side of me. I really was enormous. This concerned me greatly, I did not want to give birth, but would have to be close to delivering considering my huge round girth. I turned away and dried my back without looking any further. Not being able to resist any longer, I turned side on to have a look at myself once more. In doing so, I placed my left hand on the small of my back, for support. Running my right hand over my belly, I gaped at the sight of me. I looked exactly how I felt; achingly round, full and simply bursting with life. I realized I was striking such a uniquely feminine pose and quickly dropped my hands. Waddling to the dresser, I began the task of searching for some of Emily's clothes to cover my body. Firstly, I found a pair of Emily's lacy panties and tried them on. It quickly became apparent that these would not fit me properly. I tried pulling them up, only to have them wedge up my behind and brush arousingly at my pussy. I finally found the largest pair of boxer shorts I could find to cover my bottom half. I pulled them up only to have them slip because of my round shape. I pulled them higher, forcing the waistband to stretch further than it was designed for. In pulling them higher, it also meant that they rode up my behind somewhat. My ass did look cute though as I looked at it in the mirror.... I shook such thoughts from my mind. The next item of clothing was a bra. I had been putting it off and out of my mind, but there was no doubting it, a busty girl like me needed some support. Perusing Emily's drawers, I found a simple, black lacy number. I started to put the straps over my shoulders and then wondered what size I needed. All the sizes in the drawer were the same, C. Looked like I had no choice. If I was as Emily thought, a D-cup, then maybe this size will just give me more support. Once I had the straps over my shoulders, I located the cups over my breasts as I thought they should go. Then came the task of doing up the clasps at the back. My inexperience was apparent here, as I tried to bend my arms back and hook the bra together. I continued trying for a few more minutes, knowing I was getting closer each time my breasts squashed together and a deep, glorious cleavage formed in front of me. Finally I made contact and hooked the bra together. I breathed a sigh of relief, stopping suddenly as I heard the bra creak and groan. It was rather tight. I shook myself from side to side and then up and down. I still had a bit of jiggle in the tops of my breasts, but they were under much more control. I looked down once more at my breasts. They were packed very tightly into the bra, looking as though they might burst. My cleavage was like an enormous cavern between two melons. Only these melons were soft, but firm fleshy breasts. My breasts. They were mine, they were real and they were enormous, like my gravid, round belly. I had tits, boobs, bazookas, cans, melons, everything that blokes drool over. I even had a child inside of me that was moving. Scariest of all, I had a real, working vagina. I was a woman. A young, beautiful and very heavily pregnant woman. I felt like crying again, I couldn't believe this was happening. "What is going on? Why am I so emotional?" I began to sob. "Must be all those female hormones," said Emily, appearing in the doorway. She was smiling and holding a tray of sandwiches with some milk and a bottle of tablets. "Here, have some lunch and I'll explain everything." I plonked myself on the bed once more, but this time without anywhere near as much shaking of the boobs. I propped myself against some pillows and began to cross my legs, feeling the weight of my belly drop once more against my thighs. I also felt my vagina stretch and change shape because of this drop. The waistband of my boxers began to rip, but I sat like this anyway. I was too hungry to bother trying anything else. As I hoed into the tray of sandwiches, Emily began explaining. "You know that I would never hurt you. I don't want to frighten you, but this is all real. You are really a woman, a pregnant one at that. And yes, you are attractive. This whole thing was part intentional and part mistake. We came home drunk last night and I tried out some of the magic from that book. It seemed to have worked. However, it has gone further than expected and also incorporated another aspect into it. I have always wanted children, so when I saw you as a woman, I couldn't resist the urge. I know, I could have them myself, but I thought you would enjoy it. Besides, I didn't intend this to be permanent." There was something about the way she said that last sentence that concerned me greatly. Didn't intend? Permanent? "We'll work something out babe, don't worry," Emily said comfortingly. I was in no condition to worry myself I decided. I finished off my fourth sandwich and then reached for the milk. As I bent forward I heard my bra creak once more and felt my belly sweep over the sheets under me, placing intense feelings once again on my vagina. Emily stopped me. "You need to take these tablets Lauren. They are to make sure you have two healthy children." "Two?! I am pregnant with twins?!" I exclaimed. The name didn't even sound foreign. In fact, I searched my memory for my old name but couldn't remember. I couldn't remember much at all before I Became a woman. "Please, just take the tablets, they'll help you get through this a lot easier." Emily handed me three, saying, "It says only the one, but we'll give you a good start eh?" I was in no position to argue, so putting the tablets in my mouthed, I drained the glass of milk. Emily moved closer to me and began stroking my belly once more. I made no effort to stop her. She snuggled in closer and we both began to explore the vast expanse of my belly. Her hands were very gentle on my tight skin. I read the label on the bottle of pills. "Helps with breastfeeding? Oh no, I never thought of that" Emily turned her attention to my tightly packed bosom. "Yeah, sorry. And I think you might be needing a bigger bra size." Almost in synchronization with her saying this, I felt a rushing feeling from within my breasts. It was a liquid feeling, and soon there was a distinct pressure pushing outward from my already massive boobs. The bra that was already under a lot of pressure creaked and groaned, holding my heavy orbs still. However, it was unable to hold out and snapped suddenly, freeing my hugely engorged tits. I gasped from both the relief and the erotic sensation. Taking my breasts with both hands, I held them, feeling my skin stretch and expand below the palms of my hands. I could both hear and feel the liquid sloshing about in them, even after they ceased expanding. They felt so full and tight, as if they might begin leaking milk everywhere. I felt very delicate indeed. "Great," I said with dismay. "Now I have an enormous belly with tight skin and massive breasts that are full of milk." "Oh, poor baby" cooed Emily, leaning over and stroking my belly with her right hand. She knelt in front of me and lowered her head towards my right breast. "Look at your areolas, they have gotten a lot bigger babe" She taunted. "And your nipples are sticking out from the pressure. You'll definitely need a bigger bra now." She gently groped both breasts. "Ow, Em, they are sore, careful. They feel as though they might just burst from all the pressure" "Let me relieve some of that pressure then" replied Emily with her cheeky grin. Leaning closer, she gently wrapped her full lips around my sensitive nipples. It didn't take much effort for her to begin to draw milk from my breast. Slowly, I felt the pressure lessen in my right breast. My left breast that wasn't being milked was still feeling full and tight, but had begun to dribble milk, I presume in sympathy with the other breast. Emily noticed this and changed breasts, using a free hand to massage my right tit to keep the flow of milk going. I lay back and relaxed in the beautiful release that this caused me to feel. After Emily had drunk her fill, my boobs felt much less tight, although they still looked massive and my nipples were still ultra-sensitive. "Thanks for that, it really did help." "No, thank you," replied Emily, kissing me on the lips. I could taste a sweet liquid in her mouth and then realized it was the milk. My milk. "I think we should get you some clothes to wear. You can't go around like that all day. Although I wouldn't complain." Emily indicated my nakedness to me and I suddenly became rather shy, trying to pull the bedsheets over my belly and breasts. It didn't seem as though there was enough to cover me though. I wasn't able to close my legs Because of the bulge of my belly lying between them. Emily pulled the sheets from me, and rubbing my inner thigh said, "Oh come on, it's nothing I haven't seen before... well, sort of, not as..." "Big? Pregnant? Heavy? What?!" I replied. "Here, try this on." Emily threw me one of her sports bras. "You have to wear something over those" I pulled the bra over my head and then tried sliding it over my breasts. It was rather tight, but really all that I could wear until I got a maternity bra. Maternity bra... yuck, that implied motherhood, nursing and everything with it. I got as far as my nipples, then had to carefully tuck, push and shove my boobs into the bra. They were still a little sore, and that pressure seemed to be building once more. "I don't have anything else to wear for downstairs. Just put these on" Emily threw me a pair of tracksuit pants and I tentatively slipped them over my naked groin. I pulled them as high as I could, then let the drawstring out so I could get slightly over my enormous arc of a belly. "You really are so very cute. You look like I would if I was going to the gym. Don't think you'll be doing that though. Here's the biggest shirt I could find, it should fit." I pulled the shirt over my head and Emily helped me pull it over my breasts. We both had some trouble getting it to fit over my middle. Once we had finished I looked in the mirror. "This looks ridiculous," I complained. The shirt was stretched tight over my breasts and over my belly. "Actually it kinda turns me on Lauren," Emily said, which strangely made me feel better about it. "Come on, we'll head to the mall to get some new clothes. It'll be fun," Emily encouraged. "Me, go out like this? No way!" "You'll have to move at some stage, you don't wanna get stuck in the house, lose your tan and get too fat." "Only if I can drive- it's my car." "Well... you... ummm, OK then." We slowly made our way outside, my waddle slowing my walk terribly. My back was also beginning to ache a little. Combined with these feelings was the erotic sensation I felt when the tracksuit pants inner brushed across my clitoris. We got to the car and I plonked my ass on the driver's seat, with the rest of me out the door. I adjusted the seat as far back as I could, then swung my legs around to get the rest of me in. I could only just fit, if I forced my belly against the steering wheel. Doing this was not only uncomfortable and dangerous for driving, it made me feel so tight, as though I might pop. "Thought so," said Emily, helping me out and into the passenger's seat. "Don't worry, I'll be careful." Thankfully the mall was rather quiet. Less people to stare at me I thought. However, as big and pregnant as I was, I began to notice many passersby take fleeting glances at my state. At first it made me feel very uncomfortable, then I became accustomed to it and almost started enjoying the attention. I noted how it was the females who looked at my belly and mostly the men who ogled my bust. Emily led me by the hand to a large maternity store where we were greeted by a saleswoman called Bec. "My, my, looks like some new clothes then?" Said Bec, with a comfortingly warm tone of voice. If I was still a man, Bec would be the kind of girl who would be very attractive to me. There I go again - if I was still a man... "Yes, I need everything" I found myself saying. "I'm just going to get some grocery shopping done and I'll be back in about an hour." Emily said and then left me. Bec led me to the back of the store and sat me down on a comfy couch. "OK, the way I am going to do this is measure you all up first and then grab some items and we'll try them on you. That sound good?" "Sure" I replied. "First, we'll need something up top eh? Just sit forward a bit." Bec grabbed out a measuring tape and then with a swift move straddled me on the couch, leaning around my back and bringing the measuring tape around to the front of my breasts. As she did so, her bosom was staring me in the face, which began to arouse me somewhat. I could feel myself getting slightly wet downstairs and tried to turn my thoughts elsewhere. She smelt so good though. Her voice cut through my thoughts. "You've got a sports bra on there, so I'll allow for a little more in the breast size. Stay where you are and I'll measure that gorgeous belly of yours." She used a different, much larger measuring tape, but it soon became apparent that it would be too small. "Well, you sure are big. How beautiful. I'll get you a 65 inch waist size. Back in a tick" Bec walked off to get the clothing items and I found myself staring at her very cute, very compact behind. Then the words she had said penetrated my mind. 65 inches?! Wow! Returning with an armful of clothes, Bec directed me to a large changeroom behind some racks of clothes. "I'll stay and help you get your clothes off if you like. All part of the service" Bec said in what I thought to be a more sultry tone than before. Stunned, I didn't object. Once I had my clothes off, I stood there in all my pregnant naked glory. My nipples were erect from the air conditioning and there was no doubting that my belly was enormous and filled with not one child, but two. At the peak of my belly was my outie belly button. First I tried on a size D bra, which was to my disappointment a little too tight. "E is probably the best fitting for you and your size. At least for now. I don't have these in a front hook, so they can be a bit of a pain" said Bec. She then handed me a red, lacy bra with frills around the edges. I put the bra on and then grasped for the hook at the back with no joy. Bec came around behind me and hooked it together. I was a little shocked, but strangely comfortable with her help. I looked down at my cleavage, packed neatly into the new bra. Looking into the mirror, I saw Bec leaning down with a matching pair of purple culottes. I stepped into them and she slowly drew them up my thighs, then stopped and helped adjust them around the arch that sloped towards my vagina. She was standing behind me, arms cradling my middle and brushing my inner thigh when at the same time we both turned and kissed. My heart was racing. Her hands ran across my tight belly and up to my boobs, she reached around the back and unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts once more. Moving her hands to her own body, she dropped her skirt and opened her shirt buttons. She was wearing a white bra and G-string. By this time I was really getting aroused and she must have sensed this. She removed her shirt and bra completely, leaning against me so her naked breasts pressed into my back. Reaching forward, Bec began running her hands over the tight skin of my smooth belly. She stopped when she reached my pushed-out belly button. Bec playfully pressed my belly button back in, then let go and allowed the pressure inside of me to roll it back out once more. I could feel the children in my womb jostling once more and Bec followed their movements with her delicate hands. Her hands rose higher and cupped my sensitive breasts. I gasped with pleasure. Bec led my by the hand to another room adjacent to the changeroom where there was a bed awaiting us. Slowly she guided my heavy body onto the bed in a kneeling position, with her straddling me from behind, still caressing my belly and fondling my boobs. She helped me maneuver forward so that my swollen belly was pressing against the bed below me. Now my curvaceous rear-end was facing her, and I was in a very vulnerable position indeed, not being able to move swiftly in my condition at all. Bec then removed a strap on from a drawer and put it on. It wasn't the largest I had ever seen, but it still made me very nervous. She was very gentle however and ensured that she explored my womanhood with her hands so that I was very wet and lubricated before she entered me. Bec leant over my back and kissed me tenderly, whispering in my ear, "Just trust me here, you'll like this, but it might come as a shock." I thought she was talking about the strap-on, but then I felt her pull my knees out from under me swiftly. The result was that the full weight of my body landed on my belly, a shock I was not ready for at all. It meant that there was full pressure pushing in all directions, on my skin and most of all on my vagina. The pressure was so intense but not enough to finish me, I felt as though I might burst at any stage. However, it was strangely erotic and enjoyable. "That's it darling, enjoy it. You're one big round balloon of fun." Bec cooed in my ear. Boy, I sure did feel like a balloon, a balloon that had been blown up almost to the point of popping. Bec gently slid into me from behind, the pressure that was being exerted on my pussy making her entry slow and all that much more pleasurable. As she started to thrust in and out, I felt like a cross between a balloon and a cow, with my milk-engorged breasts wobbling in front of me. The closer and closer I came to orgasm, the more full and tight they began to feel, until just before I erupted, my massive breasts began to spurt milk. The combination of a female orgasm and lactation was mind-blowingly delightful. As Bec rolled off me and started to suckle my breasts, I still lay on my swollen middle, enjoying the feeling of pressure it was causing me. I also had trouble getting out of this position, so Bec helped me roll over onto my back and I lay there feeling like a beached whale. After a few minutes, I pulled my heavy self from the bed and began to dress. Thankfully Bec helped me and in no time I was ready to face the world. "How far along are you?" Queried Bec. "I am having twins" I tried to somehow answer the question. "Oh, you'll probably have a few months left then. Take the stuff I have given you today, but I expect I'll be seeing you back here when you really get big, probably soon." I left the maternity store after exchanging numbers with Bec and she gave me a bag of clothing with a smile and a kiss. After buying an ice cream I met up with Emily at the supermarket. I helped her finish the shopping and waddled with her back to the car. As soon as we got home I hurried as fast as a big round pregnant woman could to the bathroom. When I exited, I saw Emily with the magic book once more. "What are you doing?" I asked a little nervously. "I'm trying to see what else I can find out about what's happened to you. Here, let's try this..." As a lay down beside her on the bed, she began mumbling some more strange words and phrases. Much to my shock, I felt myself mesmerized by her words and when I felt my body swell again, I began to enjoy it. I ran my hands up and down my belly and over my breasts, my clothing becoming transparently tight. I thought I was big before, now I was just a tiny body attached to a massive globe of a belly. My breasts had expanded once more too, probably to the F or G range. But for once during this whole saga, I didn't care. The growing stopped after only about 30 seconds. It made an enormous difference, and I do mean enormous. "What did that do?" I asked. "It was another part of the spell to make you enjoy being pregnant. I guess the bigger you are, the more you enjoy it." I felt so much jostling and jumping on my inside I felt like orgasming right there and then. Instead, Emily tore off my clothes, not a hard job considering how stretched tight they were. Then, grabbing my ankles, she pulled my legs over her shoulders so the underside of my belly and my groin were facing her full on. I couldn't actually see her behind the swell of my mid-section, but I sure could feel her. Using her tongue, she carefully flicked my clitoris so that I came close to orgasm, but never quite let me over the peak. She then must have had a strap on, because I felt her enter me and begin thrusting. Out the corner of my eye I saw her lean over and grab the magic book. I no longer cared. I was a big, beautiful and very ripe pregnant woman. I was having the time of my life. I closed my eyes and allowed my head to roll back, just as I began to feel my breasts tingle once more and my shiny tight bulge of a belly increase in pressure, skin stretching even more. "Just two more kids Lauren, it'll be fun" I heard Emily giggle in the haze of my orgasmic state.