"I'm John," you say, your erection growing as you realize the situation you are in – literally inside the belly of a sexy pregnant woman. "But I don't remember much outside of that...guess I have to start getting used to living in this womb. Am I going to be here forever?"
"That's a tricky one to answer, even for me," Alisa says, stroking her chin and giving you a worried grin. "This all happened because of a magical mishap so there are no clear rules going forward. If Stephanie gives birth to you, well, that will be your new life and you may or may not retain the memories you have in here right now. And maybe you can find a way to get out of her womb and back to your old life. Or, with my help and your wishes, you could try and extend your stay here. This is uncharted territory for us pregnancy genies."
"Okay, well I don't want to be birthed and become Stephanie's actual baby," you say. "I wish she doesn't give birth while I'm in here."
"Done," Alisa says with a snap of her fingers.
---Stephanie POV---
Stephanie grunts and grips the side of her swollen pregnant stomach. Gloria frowns and strokes her friend and coworker on her big belly in the same place. "Something wrong?"
"No, just a cramp. I felt my stomach skin tighten," Stephanie says, still rubbing her belly in large, wide circles. "Maybe it's my sign that I need to head home."
"Here, we can waddle out together," Gloria laughs as the two of them make their way out of the school with you in tow in Stephanie's big belly. As they start to leave, a handsome, strapping student rushes up to Stephanie. "Oh, hello Chris."
"Hi Ms. Steph," Chris says, his eyes wide when he sees her. "Are you...bigger?"
"What?" Stephanie asks. His voice is slightly muffled from his breathing after his jog over to her.
"Never mind. Anyway, I wanted to drop this off with you and forgot to in class," he says, handing her a large folder with some artwork inside. "I know you are working on a small exhibit of your own artwork and I was wondering if I could be included."
"I may, let me see," Stephanie says. She opens up the folder and sees a large charcoal painting of a large pregnant woman, nude, with her arms and hands covering her breasts and lap. "Oh my...this is incredible."
"Thanks," Chris says with a blush, his eyes darting between Stephanie and Gloria's bellies. "It was an interesting artistic challenge."
"You have a good eye for curves and flow," Stephanie says. "This may be included. Do you mind if I hang onto it to study?"
"Sure!" Chris says with a big grin. "See you tomorrow. And hi, Señorita Ruiz."
"Hola Chris," Gloria purrs as the handsome student runs away. "It's nice to see a young handsome man be so interested in pregnant women."
"It's just an art project," Stephanie murmurs as she closes the folder back up. "What, you don't think he seriously..." Gloria just smiles wider and Stephanie blushes. "I'm a teacher and in my 30s. It's not appropriate behavior, if you're right."
"Mmhmm. Well, you look at that drawing for yourself and let me know what you think," Gloria says, patting Stephanie on the back and waddling out to meet her husband in the parking lot, just as Stephanie goes to her own home.
---John POV---
You wake up and stretch. "Wow, did I fall asleep?"
"When pregnant women start rubbing their bellies, it's easy to get rocked to sleep but you may adjust over time," Alisa smiles, floating next to you in the amniotic tank of Stephanie's belly. "You didn't miss much, don't worry."
"Where are we now? I mean, where is Stephanie?" you ask.
"Back home. Actually, you may want to have a look for yourself," Alisa chuckles.
You gulp. "I wish to be able to see out of Stephanie's belly."
Alisa nods. "It'll be only temporary but-" and she snaps her fingers. Then, the pinkish walls of her womb fade away and you nearly gasp. Stephanie is standing in front of a mirror while she paints a self-portrait, but she is entirely naked. Her bare, smooth belly is hanging out, even bigger than it was before thanks to your original wish. Her engorged breasts rest on top, each like watermelons with erect, dark nipples on the ends. As she shifts her toned thighs, you can see her fat ass cheeks stick out while she paints the contour of her back. Her long red hair falls across her face and her plump lips are pursed as she focuses on her artwork.
"Damn, she is so hot," you gasp, involuntarily prodding your erection against her womb walls. "And I'm riding along in her belly and she doesn't even know."
"So," Alisa grins, one hand lightly brushing against your hard cock, "what do you want to do about that?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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