220 67378 <183324Z01051995@anon.penet.fi> article Message-ID: <183324Z01051995@anon.penet.fi> Path: ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an105831@anon.penet.fi (The Archivist) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an105831@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 1 May 1995 18:25:30 UTC Subject: TG ARCHIVES: "Pregnancy" (3/3) Lines: 445 * I did not write this story and I make no claims as to its content. I * am simply providing a service to the alt.sex.stories newsgroup. * * If you are the original author of one of these stories, and you wish * for me to remove from my archive, let me know. * * These stories deal primarily with female domination, forced feminization, * and strong transsexual themes. If you get squeemish from this stuff, * STOP READING NOW. * * All requests for subscriptions or reposts will be utterly ignored. * It's simple enough: just wait for the story to come around again. * * * The Archivist * TRANSGENDER ARCHIVES * an105831@anon.penet.fi Pregnancy - Part 3 author unknown ***** a mouthful from those bloated breasts then let it flood over Alice's penis as she sucked it to life. Alice's back and shoulders constantly ached as she strained muscles to walk upright with this mound extending in front of her. Six months of pregnancy was taking its toll. Alice now ventured out of the house freely. Alan and Susan never had much contact with the neighbors so there was no one to question Alice's arrival. Alice was even able to stroll the block in front of their house. If a passerby would wave she would smile and continue to walk. Alice's mental state had improved greatly and the physical burden of her condition had become as difficult to deal with as the psychological strain had been. The three and four inches heels that Alice loved to wear had to be replace with flats and even sneakers because Alice's "pregnant waddle" was accentuated when she wore heels. As Alice neared her ninth month she marked the calendar two weeks before and two weeks after what she thought would be her "due date". She circled the days in alternating blue and pink and wrote across the page "baby days". In the ninth month of pregnancy, Alice had gained almost thirty five pounds. Alice had remained very active, losing many pounds of body fat so the weight gain was substantial and disproportionate to her frame. The flesh build up around her breasts probably accounted for a couple of pounds but most of the "gain" was in the fluid that had been pumped into the "artificial womb", stretching her abdominal skin paper thin. Many tiny blood vessels could be seen through the opaqueness of her flesh. The pressure and stretching had caused some those vessels to rupture, forming spider like images over most of her bloated belly. Down the middle of that swollen mound, Susan had drawn a red-brownish line to mimic the condition know as xxxxxx, Late in August, Alice had now been pregnant for almost eleven and a half months. She had suffered the exhausting heat of two summers. It hadn't been so bad in the early part of her pregnancy when she was able to enjoy the newness of the situation. It was even fun buying all the nice maternity sportswear, and Alice loved maternity swim wear. Now it was a struggle to maintain any type of positive front. Alice was no longer comfortable with her condition. She wanted it to be over. Susan had made Alice gain over forty-five pounds and those who saw her would say she was "all baby". The bladders construction held all the fluid, high and forward. Alice clearly endured an unbelievable amount of pain and discomfort. She rarely got dressed past putting on a bra and stretching into the largest support panty she could find. She had grown out of all her pretty maternity clothes and was relegated to a few T's and a large Muumuu that could have, in her mind, blanketed an elephant. The glamour of pregnancy had long ago escaped from Alice's mind. Alice's pregnancy had been a roller coaster ride of excitement and disappointment. Alice contemplated the end as she caught the reflection of her bloated body in the bath's full length mirror. Recalling his male persona, Alan fought to find the maleness in the visage. The reflected image gave little representation of a male human. The life style he had led over the last year had physically changed his body. The curves were definitely more accentuated. The breasts were not voluptuous but were the breasts of a young woman. Those breasts stood pointed and firm below rather bony shoulders that accented the size of her tits. Alice couldn't find Alan in the picture. His small penis was easily obscured by the enormity of the mock pregnant belly. Only Alice was reflected. Pretty, pregnant Alice. Alice ready to give birth. Susan entered the room without making a sound and for several minutes observed Alice examining the her pregnant figure. Susan was pleased with her work. She felt she had given Alan his wildest dream and then some. It had always been Susan's intention to carry this beyond the pretty side that Alan had always associated with being pregnant. Susan wanted him to understand the discomforts and even feel as much of the pain as could be produced. Susan held Alice with the comforting grasp that only a woman who has undergone childbirth could know. She soothed the breasts that after daily stimulation would readily give up their white sticky nectar. With her middle fingers she smeared the leaking fluid over the mass of her breasts. Stretching to clasp her hands under Alice enlarged belly Susan gently lifted, holding back much of the strain Alice had been feeling in her back muscles. Susan thought she detected a sigh of relief, then taunted Alice with, "it will get worse". Susan handed Alice a brightly wrapped package. She explained that these would be her "keepsake" mementos of her "childbirth". That they would be "stained" with Alice's "labor". Alice could scarcely imagine what was in store. She knew it would involve pain but she couldn't comprehend how or how much. Alice quickly got into her new garments. She was even pleased, her new wardrobe had not yet been stretched by the months of pregnancy like many of her other garments. Alice had tired of the mishapened look of many of her clothes. Susan told her that ones one of the "depressing" parts of pregnancy and that she just wasn't allowed to buy new clothing at every whim. Alice loved the femininity in the dress that Susan had selected. It was all "little girl" with it's pinafore cover over soft crushed purple velvet. The waist was set just below her breasts and there was ample material to drape around her expanded middle yet hang evenly just inches above her knees. Alice felt like she was going to a party She was happy. Preparing her "suitcase" for after the "birth" was Alice's next task. Several new nursing bras where on top. Susan had told her to be prepared to need them. Alice's heart raced as she pondered having a baby at her breast, though knowing Susan, she suspected that would not be the case. Several nursing gowns were tucked to the side as were "post natal" panty briefs. The usual cosmetics for making a girl feel good during times of distress were neatly arranged in the center of the case. Alice was ready for the last stage of her "adventure". The "girls" headed for the car. Susan in command, assisted Alice by supporting her arm as she struggled to walk upright. It had been a couple of months since Alice had made a trip in the car. The difficulty she encountered trying to get her swollen body to bend in the required direction reminded her why she had refrained from travelling in the later stages of her "pregnancy". As the headed to the freeway, Alice sat quietly, her hands gently caressing the large mound that formed her lap. Alice's face was fixed with a blank expression. She just stared in the direction they were travelling, yet contemplating what the "birth" would be like. She was undergoing no pain, though Susan had said she would experience "labor". When they exited the roadway onto a seldom used highway, Alice was jolted by a sudden "dip" in the pavement. There was a sharp blow as the free floating weights of the simulator struck her internal organs, followed by an urgent need to urinate. The roughness of the terrain continued to amplify the motion of the devices built with in the bladder. Alice felt like her insides were being torn apart and now there was almost a constant pounding in an area just above her diminished penis. All of a sudden Alice felt a strange "wetness" spread in her panties. She couldn't believe she had wet herself but she said to Susan, "slow down your making me pee my panties". "No", Susan responded, "that's your water breaking. The bladder has been designed to release about a quart of fluid when agitated." "Enjoy the "discomfort" and "embarrassment" of travelling to the hospital in wet panties", she continued. "Of coarse you could always remove your panties if you wish", Susan finished then remained quite. The flow of wetness seemed to stop and Alice felt like she was sitting on a warm spot of the seat. Alice knew there would be a "wet spot" on her dress when she exited the car. Though she felt most people should know it was from the water breaking, something of which she had no control, she was worried that some would think she lost control of her bladder and had peed he panties. That was the most embarrassing thought. As they drove Alice remembered thoughts of the last two years. It was hard to believe that her "ordeal" had started that long ago. She had started over as a baby girl and now felt as much a woman as she would ever be able to do. In many ways she thanked Susan, she even believed Susan got as much enjoyment of out of the experience as she. Alice began to notice the intensity of the discomfort from the motion in her "womb". If she wasn't "in labor" she surely was experiencing an amount of pain from the contraption. Alice's breathing rhythm was interrupted by the sensations exploding in her abdomen. She was having to take much shallower and shorter breaths. Anxiety was filling her head from the uncertainty of the coming events. An amount of perspiration began to form on her brow causing her makeup to begin to run. The sticky sweet river ran cross her lips and sent its' flavor to Alice's already overly stimulated brain cells. The events became a vicious circle of intensifying stimulus. When the car entered the pillared gates of the large house, Alice breathed a slow sigh of relief. She was sitting in a pool of water that had become very uncomfortable with a wet itch. The constant pounding had produced a numbness in the top of her legs. Alice knew it would be difficult to exit the car when they stopped. Susan parked the vehicle at the side entrance of the large house. She hurried to Alice's door and opened it for her. Alice was enjoying the special treatment. As Alice got to her feet she felt the heaviness the wetness had added to her dress. On unsteady legs Alice walked through the doorway. They were greeted by two professionally dressed gentlemen and a rather young nurse. The gentlemen escorted Susan into an office while the nurse taking Alice by the arm steered her into a room directly across from the men. The young girl introduced herself as Bobbie and explained that she would be with Alice through the rest of her ordeal. Bobbie hinted that this would be a preview of what was in store for her. Bobbie lifted the hem of Alice's dress and carefully pulled it over her head. Once she had hung the dress she returned to Alice's side. Bobbie lay her hands on Alice's breasts, daintily tracing the patterns of flowers covering the cups. Bobbie commented, "your breasts are so hard, are they real?" "I can assure you they are real", Alice replied, "I'm even getting about twelve ounces of milk from them each day. It's been part of my training", she finished. Opening the cups Alice invited Bobbie to taste of her mothers milk. Without hesitation Bobbie's mouth began hungrily slurping at Alice's breasts and the sticky white nectar coated her tongue. "You taste so good", Bobbie told Alice, "I hope I am able to develop such nice breasts and fill them with milk like you have." Alice was getting turned on by this willing creature nurturing at her breasts but she knew she didn't have time for such endeavors. The weight of her abdomen was reminding her that she needed to lie down. "I'm sorry", Bobbie said as she noticed Alice showing her discomfort. "Remove the rest of your clothes and I will get you a gown", Bobbie instructed. The gown was nothing more than what appeared to be a large white t-shirt. Not very flattering nor feminine in Alice's eyes. The gown barely covered to mid thigh and was stretched by the expanse of Alice's bloated stomach. Bobbie led Alice to a the birthing table. It was very similar to the examining table she had been on earlier in her pregnancy but several additional supports had been added. The stirrups appeared to be hinged and the foot of the table also looked like it could be lowered. There was a trough from about mid-table, curiously enough around the pelvic region, ending in a bowl shape at the foot of the table. Alice could not determine how the interconnecting rods and pulleys would operate once she was on the table but she knew she would find out. Bobbie helped Alice onto the table and gently helped raise her legs into the stirrups. With her legs firmly captured, fear seized Alice. Alice was also embarrassed by the exposure of her distended belly to the open air. Her long neglected genitals were cooled by blowing air conditioning. At any other time it would quickly have produced an arousal but she was in so much pain and discomfort nothing was going to spark any life it that last vestige of her manhood. Bobbie just held Alice's hand and kept assuring her things would proceed soon. Alice had been strapped into the stirrups for almost an hour when she asked if Bobbie would find Susan. Bobbie explained that she was not to leave the room and that if she did Alice's "waiting" would be "extended". It was therefore in Alice's best interest to be patient and wait. Less than ten minutes later Susan and the two gentlemen entered the room. Alice was glad she waited. The men raised Alice's gown. Each in turn tried to compress the swollen mound of flesh that rose from the table. The pressure sent a stream of urine flying from the stunted member laying flat between her legs. "I believe we're ready to let her "deliver" ", they concurred. With that the older gentleman produced a short piece of tubing from his pocket and affixed it to the belly button plug of Alice's pregnancy simulator. In the overhead mirror Alice could see that the hose extended just into the trough of the table. She could also see that a slow stream of liquid was escaping from the tube. The younger man at her side began to explain, "this is how you will experience childbirth. The fluid will slowly drain from your "womb" and as it does it will fill the bowl at the base of the table. When it fills sufficiently it will drain to the side starting the legs stirrups to extend outward. At some point we will attach a suction device to that remnant of a penis and you will have a feeling of a truck being driven out between your legs. As your "labor" progresses the weight of the escaping fluid will add intensity to the suction and the spread of the stirrups. Since the time "in labor" is not predictable, this could take anywhere from a few minutes to many hours." Alice was already enduring significant discomfort as her legs had been in the stirrups for almost two hours. She was not sure she could endure many more minutes of this yet alone "hours". Bobbie was still holding her hand as Alice watched the clock pass the three hour mark. The bowl was about three quarters full so no additional pressure had been applied to her legs. Then a distinct click could be heard and the bowl tipped to the right spilling its contents into tube attached to the side of the table. There was an abrupt pressure on the leg stirrup and it rachetted down a notch. A stab of pain was felt throughout her body as the bed did its work. The added discomfort did not produce an audible response from Alice only a noticeable disruption of her breathing as the suddenness of the jolt attacked her senses. Bobbie's hand tightened on Alice's as she gulped to regain her breathing rithymn. Soft taps to Alice's wrist seemed to pace the breaths she struggled to take. The pressure on Alice's legs remained steady and did not lessen. Several more hours then passed, beads of perspiration covered Alice's forehead, running in tiny streams down her cheeks. The bladder continued to empty it's fluid into the reservoir of the table and Alice could only anticipate the next jolt of pain. The mechanical sound of the apparatus turning could be heard as the bowl tipped to the left, filling the tube as it had done hours ago on the right. The click, then the ratcheting could be heard. The intensive jolt on her left leg seemed double the pain she had felt previously. An audible yelp escaped her lips as the tremor travelled the length of her body. "Stop this," she screamed. Bobbie tightened her grip as she tried to bear the pain Alice was experiencing, knowing the same pain would be part of her future. "There's no way to stop it", Bobbie consoled. "It will finish soon and you will be happier for the experience", she added. Alice would not entertain the thought of ever being happy for having experienced this torture. She screamed for Susan. "Get that bitch in here". "She's the one responsible for doing this to me." "Get her here so I can curse her for what she's done". Bobbie remained steadfast at Alice's side. She knew there would be these outburst and was there to comfort her. Alice had been "in labor" for almost six hours. Her swollen belly had not diminished much even though two pans of fluid had been drained. Alice's lower back was in agony. Her legs had been in these stirrups long past reasonable memory. The "doctors" entered the room, glanced over the equipment and felt the softening of Alice's belly. "Stage two", the young "doctor" was heard to say as he flip on a switch that produced hiss of air as it's pump came up to speed. Then Alice felt the soft rubbery device being guided over hr lifeless penis. The hissing sound ceased but the pulsing suction applied to that dormant appendage added new sensations to Alice's agony. The birthing simulator made it's familiar groan. Once again applying more pressure to the right side of Alice's body. "Bitch! Bitch!. Susan you bitch, where are you?, Alice screamed at the top of her lungs. Bobbie still steadfastly held Alice's hand. She grimaced as her mind drew pictures of the pain retching Alice's body. Bobbie no longer felt she had to experience the "joy of motherhood". This painful demonstration had removed from her thoughts all fantasies of motherhood being a pleasurable experience but Bobbie knew she had no way to escape the same fate being hers. Almost sixteen hours had past and Alice could not see a significant decrease in the size of her distended abdomen. An enormous amount of pressure was steadily pulling down on Alice's raised thighs. There appeared to be no end in sight. The "doctors" returned to her bedside. Alice could hear them discussing the "slowness" of the "birth" as they planned ways to "speed it up". Each "doctor" in turn would apply an amount of pressure to her abdomen. This would force the fluid to flow faster. Their plan was to force enough fluid at each attempt to trigger the cycle of the machine. This would be their way of simulating those last few minutes of birth when the pain/pleasure threshold came closer together. As the "doctors" worked, Alice lost count of the times the machine cycled. She knew if the pain did not subside she would lose consciousness and then it was dark. Alice was flat on a bed when she awoke. Her legs were still numb from the violence of the "birthing simulator". Her room was quite. A deafening quite bathed in darkness. There was not even enough light for Alice to see the hand she held in front of her face. A "fear" raced through her body as she groped for the area between her thighs expecting the "worse". She was still "intact". A sigh of relief escaped her lips. She still had substantial "breasts" so it had not "all been a dream". In the quiet of the room Alice strained to hear any noise. Nothing. Deprived of her senses, Alice forced her mind to conjure up sights and sounds. Her brain played the sound of babies crying. A nursery of infants played in her mind. Then there was one that appeared in clear view. Ones who's plaintiff cry called her "mommy". Alice lifted the infant from her crib, kissed her cheek and put the hungry mouth to her breast. FIN ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.