Since EM doesn't look like it's coming back, I was wondering if anyone had saved a couple of stories that I wrote and posted on there? "Fortuna" was 10ish chapters long, and "Billy Bonka and the Sex Emporium" was 2 chapters I think.

I was hoping to finish up Fortuna, but I can't remember how the story went

Also, if anyone has reprobate's stories from there, I'd be deeply indebted to you. There were several TG/Preg stories.

Here's Fortuna, dude. Enjoy!

Fortuna

My name is Micah. I'm 20 years old, and I have the shittiest luck. I can't explain it better than that. If something can go horrifically wrong, somehow it will end up being worse than the worst possible outcome. This is part of why I'm still single. Most of my shit luck seems to occur around women I'm trying to impress and it usually ends with the girl running away screaming. I keep trying anyways, but with little enthusiasim. The other part is that I have a "thing" for pregnant women. By thing I mean they give me a raging boner. I'd never tried hitting on a pregnant girl before, I mean, who knows, maybe somehow my luck suddenly changes and she wants me to be a father to her baby or something. It sounds shallow, mainly because it is, but if I'm going to raise a screaming, shitting, expensive little monster, I want it to be mine, for it to be a little Micah. It could happen, I mean, I do have the shittiest luck. That is, until I met her.


Chapter 1

I was sitting on the bus heading to class, feeling bitter after another failed attempt at romance the previous night. "'Let's light some candles'. She said. 'They're sexy and will add to the mood'" I mumbled, mocking Becca's words from the previous night. "How was I supposed to know her hair was a friggen fire hazard."

Last night, while "adding to the mood" Becca's hair apparently got too close to a candle and ignited her hair spray. She was not hurt, but her hair was half gone. "Still in the mood?" I had asked. My face still stung from where she slapped me. I slept alone that night, bummed how, again, the universe had destroyed my chance with her. She was cute but nothing special. She was dumber than a bag of hammers, but I didn't mind too much.

The bus slowed as it neared a station and jerked me back from my not-so-fond memories of last night. I sighed. It was 11:30am and I was on my way to school for pointless classes.

I'm a sophmore at the University of Who-Gives-A-Shit. Going to school was so I could earn a degree, just to say I had one. I didn't need it. I was what some call "Flithy rich". My parents had died a few years ago in a crash. Apparently they had shit luck too. Not many people get killed by a train that derails half a mile away. They had been some corporate hotshots who raked in cash without ever having to do very much. When they died, I got everything. The condo, the mansion, the jet, the oodles of money, everything. Its really hard to have near limitless wealth and remain down to earth. I never flaunted my wealth like some arrogant pricks I knew. College helped me stay in the real world and not some la-la land.

The bus stopped at the station and opened up its doors. A tall man in a business suit got on first, paid the fee, and started heading towards the back of the bus. I couldn't see much of the girl who got on behind him, just enough to make my jaw drop, tongue roll out onto the floor, drooling, the whole nine yards. She was about 5' 5" with raven colored hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was beautiful. Her lightly bronzed skin looked smooth, almost like silk, and made me want to run my hands over her body, caressing her. Her face was a mix of beauty and girl-next-door cuteness. Even from where I sat, I could see the fullness of her lips, the kind that would make a man do anything for a kiss. I continued staring as she paid the driver and turned down the aisle. She glanced at me and saw me staring at her with unrestrained desire. She gave me a shy smile and quickly looked away. I was seated about the middle of the bus, at a window seat, and found myself praying she would continue walking down the aisle. The man walked past me to sit at the rear of the bus. This gave me the first chance to get a good look at her. My pants nearly exploded off of me. She had a slender build. She wasn't skinny, she wasn't chubby, she looked... soft. Her legs moved with a grace that suggested she could do some kinky stuff with them. She was curvy in all the best ways. Her skin tight black sweat pants hugged her hips and great ass. She wore a pink U of WGAS t-shirt that looked like a tight fit. This might be because she looked to have DD's stuffed in there, or it could've been because she looked like she was nine months pregnant. A large round belly that looked like she was stuffing her shirt with a basketball. Her shirt almost made it all the way down her belly, leaving a little gap underneath that showed more of her luscious skin.

My brain needed a minute to reboot, but I noticed that she had stopped next to me. I looked up to find her looking at me, apparently talking to me.

"Uhm... What?" I suavely stated.

She smiled. Angels would be jealous of her smile. She leaned a little foward and spoke slowly as if I didn't understand English. "Is this seat taken?" She was pointing at the seat next to me.

I glanced around the bus, besides myself and the girl, there was three other people on the bus. "Uh, no. It's all yours." I said. She shifted her purse and placed it on the floor, then sat down, practically falling, in the seat. It gave me a great view of her ass which her pants showed in perfect detail. The best way I could describe it would be to call it a bubble butt. Not a huge one, but perfect on her. She settled in the seat and spread her legs a little to allow room for her large belly in her lap. My mind raced, this was too good to be true, I couldn't pass up this opportunity. I scrambled for something witty to say, but only managed to say "You're a freshman?"

She turned her head to look at me, flashing another smile. "Yeah, what gave it away?" she asked.

"I've seen deer in headlights that looked less lost than you. The first few days are a little scary." I said. She laughed and it was music to my ears. I extended my hand to her and said, "I'm Micah."

She shook my hand. Her skin really did feel like silk. "I'm Amy, it's a pleasure to meet you Micah." she responded.

"The pleasure is all mine, Amy" I said in a neutral voice. I didn't want to sound creepy and spook her. She smiled briefly at me before turning to look at the front of the bus. Shit, I thought, I can't let the conversation die like this. Campus was only a couple more blocks away, I had to think fast. My salvation came in from above. "Looks like it's going to be a little bit before we start moving. Looks like traffic is backed up because of an accident up ahead." The bus driver said over the intercom. This was a dream. This had to be a dream. I rarely get one thing to go my way, but now, when I needed it most, my luck was good. Amy sighed and leaned back a little in her seat. "So, you're a student too?" She asked me.

"Yeah, I'm a sophmore." I replied. "Art history major."

She snickered, "Isn't that like saying 'Screw school, I'm here for the parties' major?"

I chuckled at that. "Yeah," I said, "it is exactly saying that. How about you, what's your major?"

"Biology. For now atleast. I don't know what I want to do yet." she said with a slight frown.

We continued the small talk for a bit, asking each other about school, where we're from, et cetera. Things were looking good, until I said something that I knew I shouldn't have. "So, how far along are you?" I pointed to her belly. Her reaction was typical to my luck... Sometimes it sucks being me. She looked at me with a mixed expression on her face. One part surprised, one part terrified, and a whole bunch of self-conciousness. I wanted to smack myself. If she turned out to not be pregnant I was in trouble. But she didn't say anything, she just quickly stood and walked off the bus.

"Fuck." I eloquently stated. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I said in rhythym to me hitting my head on the seat in front of me. It was there, while my head rested on the seatback in front of me, that I noticed that she had left her purse. I debated not pursuing her. I didn't want to get smacked if she was pissed at me. "Cmon you pussy. Go for round two." I encouraged myself. I stood up and grabbed her bag. I walked to the front of the bus but I couldn't see where Amy had went. "Did you see which way the girl who just got off went?" I asked the bus driver.

"That ugly chick?" he grunted "Yeah, she went that way." He gestured to a side-street up ahead. I wanted to choke him. She was gorgeous and just because she was pregnant he found her ugly. Asshat.

I took off down the side-street with Amy's purse, praying to every possible thing you could pray to, that I be given a second chance.

Chapter 2


As I ran down the street, I saw Amy rapidly waddling away. As I ran to catch up to her, I came up with a plan to give me a second chance. Also, as I ran, I couldn't help stare at her sweet ass. For a very pregnant woman, she could waddle awefully damn fast.

I nearly caught up to her when I called out, "Amy! Wait a second."

She stopped in her tracks and turned to face me. Her expression was almost unreadable. She looked really.... nervous? I couldn't tell exactly. "You left your purse on the bus." I said as I handed her the purse. "Amy, look, I want to apologize for what I said on the bus. You are beautiful woman. Let me make it up to you, let me buy you lunch or something."

Amy seemed to relax a little after my offer. It looked like she was having some great struggle trying to figure out what to do. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "you didn't do anything wrong. I actually am pregnant, I'm just shy about it."

"My offer still stands. I'd like to buy you lunch." I said.

She looked like she was ready to say no, but wanted to add suspense before she did or something. She stalled a moment. My hopes evaporated, second chance my ass. Fucking universe. "It's ok, I'm sor-" I began saying.

"Yes." she said softly.

My heart skipped a beat. "Yes? Yes to lunch?" I said, hoping not to sound too excited.

"No. I said Yes to your shirt." She sarcasticly said. "Yes, Yes to lunch."

"Great! I know of a great Ma and Pa deli just down a few blocks. My treat!" I started walking in the direction of the deli, but a thought occurred to me. "You O.K. with walking?" I asked Amy "I can get a cab in no time, if you want." I reached into my pocket for my cell phone. As I did, I noticed the suspicious lack of my money clip in my pocket. What? It's a little cliche, sure, but I don't like carrying my wallet in the city. And also maybe because it makes you look cool. Shut up.

I checked all my pockets, no money. Some lucky bastard on the bus is going to find a nice little treasure today. We weren't far from my apartment, I figured we could make a slight detour to pick up some cash. "Ok, we're going to make a quick stop at my apartment, I seem to have misplaced my wallet." I told her. She nodded and said it was ok.

We arrived in front of my apartment. It isn't actually an apartment. It's a townhouse, a rather nice one too. I call it my apartment because college kids don't usually own a townhouse in the city. "Wow." Amy said with wonder, "That's one hell of an apartment."

"Yeah." I agreed.

"Can I come in to check it out?" She asked.

"Sure, come on in." I opened the door allowing her in first.

I could go into great detail about how my townhouse looks, or you can just imagine lots of expensive woodwork, darkish hues to everything, and an air of wealth. Amy slowly walked around the living room with her mouth open, gawking at everything. "Is that the President?" she asked, pointing to a picture. "You had the President in a headlock?"

I smiled. "Yeah, sure, you never got the President in a headlock?" I said with an air of non-chalance. I admit it, I can be arrogant sometimes.

I left her to her admiring. She went from one thing to another with a look of disbelief. I went upstairs to grab some cash. When I cam back down, Amy was sitting on the couch, with that same nervous expression again. "Ready to go?" I asked.

"Micah, I... I... Sit." she stammered and gestured next to her. I did as she said. "Look, you seem like a really nice guy." she began. Nothing ever good comes out of a conversation starting with that line. "And I don't want to lie to you. There's something I have to tell you." My heart kept sinking. "I'm not actually pregnant." She said quickly, as if saying it faster was less painful.

This surprised me. "What do you mean? You said you were earlier. Did you just say that so I wouldn't feel bad for mistaking you as being pregnant?" I was confused and didn't know what else to say.

She shook her head, "No, it's just that... You'll never believe me."

"Try me." I said.

"Ok, but this is going to be weird and possibly a little hard to take in." she began. "A couple years ago, I kinda pissed off some old man. I teased him and taunted him with my looks. He was less than pleased. Maybe he needed Viagra or something. Well, it turns out he was some kind of wizard or voodoo-man or something, because he laid a curse on me. He changed my body to look like it is now. My breasts ballooned along with my belly. He said, 'You shall be punished for your devilish ways slut!' He was a bit dramatic about the whole thing. "Cursed ye shall be for all time! You shall wear this body forever and live with discomfort of being pregnant until your real body matches your cursed body." At the time, I had no idea what that he meant. I was suddenly massively pregnant and was trying to not have a heart attack. I was embarassed to show my face to my family or friends, looking very pregnant suddenly. I worked up the courage to finally tell the truth, I could only hide for so long. But when I went to my friends and family, they didn't recognize me. To them, I looked like some hideous old woman. Missing teeth, warts, the whole nine-yards. Not a single person has ever seen me, my real, very pregnant-looking body. That is, until you did."

I didn't know what to say after that. "So... what does that mean exactly?"

I noticed she was staring at my lips then my eyes, then back to my lips. She didn't look nervous anymore. She bit her lip a little. It made her look so sexy. I got the hint from her eyes. I slowly leaned in closer to her. She didn't back away. I closed my eyes and placed my lips on hers. They were warm and moist. She stiffened a little when I began kissing her, but slowly her body relaxed and seemed to melt into me. It was a glorious moment. The kiss lasted a little longer before it broke. I looked at her face, she looked like she wanted to jump my bones and fuck my brains out. Score one for Micah. I lean in to kiss her again, this time I slowly place my hand on her swollen belly. She was very full, her belly was tight but had a little give to it. When I'd touched her stomach, she gasped and jerked away from me. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't... I..." I stammered.

She was looking down at her stomach and said "No, it's ok. It's just... I've never felt anyone else touch it before." She looked at me again, "I like it. Could you... maybe rub it a little?"

She was making me so hard, it hurt. I obliged her and gently began rubbing her ripe belly. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as I rubbed. We kissed again as I continued rubbing. That lasted for a few glorious moments, then she leaned back and said, "Help me get my pants off." A nanosecond later, she was naked on my couch. I stripped off my own clothes. When I removed my boxers, her eyes widened. I'm not packing the world's largest dong or anything, but I never got any complaints from previous girls. Big, long and hard is how they had described it. That's all I needed. Amy moaned again and began caressing one of her giant breasts. Her nipples were stiff as she rubbed and tweaked them. "Oh, Micah. Fuck me. Please." she said softly between moans.

I got down on my knees on the floor and grabbed her legs and turned her sideways a little. Her big belly made most positions difficult, but I figured this would do. Grabbing hold of her thighs, I slowly entered her. Amy's breath caught. She began to breathe a little heavier. I started slow and built up speed and force as I went. Her moans turned from soft purrs to nearly screaming. Both of us breathing heavy as we fucked. Her breasts and belly jiggling a little with each thrust. "Yes. Oh, yes. Harder." she said between pants. "Oh god!" I did as she commanded.

We both came at about the same time. I released my juice inside her, which elicited a pleased purr from Amy and she began to rub her belly with both hands. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It wasn't long before I was good to go again. This time we moved upstairs to my bedroom. I lead her by her hand silently to the bed. She crawled on all fours onto the bed, wiggling her ass as she went. She looked over her shoulder at me staring. In a sultry voice she said, "Come over here big boy. I still have plenty of room in here that needs filling." she caressed her belly again. "Marry me." I said. She giggled her sweet laugh. I climbed into bed with her and proceeded to slowly thrust inside her. I fucked her from behind for a little bit, then she crawled forward and laid down on her side. She looked over her shoulder at me, not saying anything, yet telling me a whole lot. I laid right behind her, she pulled her legs up towards her belly, allowing me room to work. She began to play with her breasts again, squeezing her nipples lightly. I shifted so I was able to get my whole unit in then slowly, sensually had sex with the love of my life.

A little while later, we lay in bed together. Me spooning her, I caressed her beautiful pregnant looking belly. She had her eyes closed, but had a sweet smile on her face. She purred softly and snuggled closer to me, into my arms. "You know you still owe me lunch, buster."


Chapter 3


The next morning I woke to my alarm screeching. Alerting me to wake up to go to class. I slapped the clock until it turned off. Fuck class. I was exhausted. Amy and I had sex two more times the previous night before falling asleep. I rolled over towards Amy only to find she wasn't there. My brain slowly kicked into gear. Did I dream all of that? It would just be my rotten luck for that to all have been a dream. I took a deep breath and noticed the smell of Amy still on the bedsheets. Her scent kicked off some base instinct in my brain which decided it was play time again. I got stiff under the sheets, it looked like I was trying to pitch a tent. I threw the covers off and went in search of Amy.

The townhouse had three floors. My bedroom was on the second floor, along with the library and office. Third floor had the entertainment room, gym and stairs leading up to the roof. First floor had the standard rooms. Kitchen, dining room, living room and such. I walked out of my bedroom shuffling down the hall towards the stairs, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

I slowly made my way down the stairs. I heard music playing and could smell bacon. I headed into the kitchen and found my sweet cooking me breakfast. She was humming to the song playing on the iPod stereo as she stood over the stove. Her back was to me, I couldn't see what she was making, but from the smell I could tell it invovled eggs and bacon. God, this girl knows how to steal a man's heart. She continued humming and seemed to be dancing a little too. It was then my eyes finally focused. I noticed she was wearing those cute little boy shorts with PINK written across the ass, but they looked one size too small and rode up her ass a little. She was also wearing an apron... and nothing else. Her raven hair was down and I could see it went a little past her bare shoulders. I leaned against the wall in the doorway, crossing my arms, admiring her. Her sexy ass jiggled a tiny bit every time she started dancing. She was swaying her hips to the music and I found it hypnotizing. I continued watching her until she turned around with the frying pan in hand, bacon sizzling. She wasn't startled when she saw me. She just beamed, showing me her gorgeous smile.

"Good morning, Sleepy-head." Amy said. "I wanted to surprise you." She gestured at the pan.

"I'm dead. I'm dead and this is heaven. That's the only explaination." I began walking towards her, but stopped half-way. Very basic male instinct is to protect your equipment. My uncovered erection near a sizzling hot frying pan, bad idea.

Amy looked me up and down. "At ease Soldier." She saluted me with the spoon in her hand. "Don't want your cannon there to get sizzled," she said with a smirk "or for it to fire accidentally." She waddled to a plate set on the table and scooped the bacon onto the plate. She returned to the stove and swapped frying pans, this time placing an omelet on the plate. "Eat." she said.

I was starving, but I made a detour on my way to the table, intercepting Amy after she dropped off the hot pan. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and pulled her close, my erection was forced to point down and ended up sliding between her ass cheeks. She made a very satisfied noise and put her arms on mine. I debated having her right then and there, when she suddenly slapped my hand. "Eat, first. Dessert later." she said, emphasizing dessert.

I let go of her and sat at the table. I began devouring the meal she had prepared for me. It was bliss. As I munched, Amy propped her elbows on the kitchen counter facing me. She rested her head in her hands and watched me for a bit.

"Micah." she began, "I wanted to talk about last night."

"Hmm? Which part? One, two, three, or four?" I replied.

"E. All of the above." She frowned a little. "It's just, I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me. I don't normally do that with someone I just met."

I understood. I nodded. "Which part? One, two, three, or four?" I repeated. She playfully threw the spoon at me.

"I'm serious Micah. You said you would buy me lunch, well, I'm upping it to dinner." She stood and walked towards me. "A nice dinner. Some place that's classy. I gave you a lot last night, now you have to give some." she said with a sly smile. I thought it unneccessary to point out that she seemed to recieve as much as she gave last night.

"I know of a nice place down on Michigan Avenue. Should I make reservations for tonight?" I inquired.

She shook her head "No, tonight I have to study for a stupid Bio exam, and tomorrow night I have a Chem exam to study for."

I did the mental math, "So, you're free Friday night?" Hearing no objection, I added, "It's a date then."

She squealed a little and looked like she was going to burst with joy. She skipped back into the kitchen. Well, she skipped as much as her gravid shape would allow. I had thought about what she had said the previous day, about the "Wizard". I have a decent imagination, but come on. Magic? I figured she didn't want to scare me off with the whole pregnancy thing, but that didn't add up either. She told me intially she was pregnant, it was only after I'd brought her home did she confess to not being pregnant. I didn't have any proof that she was pregnant, though. Throughout the night, my hands were on her swollen stomach a lot and never felt any movement or kicks. Perhaps she was really chunky? No, no way in hell it would all go to her belly and be as firm as it was. I would have to do more research on the matter. Another option, which completely grossed me out, was that it might've been a tumor. A gagged a little at that thought.

"Eets nawt ah toom-ah." I said in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice.

Amy looked over at me from the kitchen where she was washing dishes. "What?"

"Just don't throw up on me." I said again in the Schwarzenegger voice.

"Uhm..." Amy looked at me like I had three heads. "Ok?"

"No, you're supposed to say 'Nah, it's OK, I'm not gonna throw up on you. But I am gonna kiss you." I called back.

She looked puzzled, maybe Kindergarten Cop was too much of an obscure reference, or she never saw it. "I have no idea what you're talking about, but I did like that last part." She dried off her hands and waddled around to the table. I watched her the whole way and drank in her beauty. The apron she wore was of a basic flower print, all white with a random assortment of 'pretty flowers' all over it, and the edges were ruffled. It looked tiny on her. The ribbons that tied it together were located right under her breasts and tied a little tight. It lifted her breasts a little, squeezing them and made them fight for space, trying to escape out of the top of the apron. The cloth below the string managed to barely cover the top half of her enormous belly. As I ogled her, I couldn't help think how very, very lucky I was. That thought terrified me, a brief sense of dread washed over me. Nothing ever ends well for me, but this one time, just this once, I would do anything for it to work.

Amy walked up to me at the table. She motioned for me to scoot my chair back. I did. She stepped in front of me, and faced me. She began to rub her belly, slowly. Starting from her hips she moved her hands over her swollen belly until they met at her navel. She bit her lip as she stared into my eyes. My erection, which had deflated some during breakfast, came roaring back. She slowly began bending over at the waist, allowing me a good long look at her large fantastic tits. She leaned closer and kissed me. I lifted my arms to grab her, to pull her to me, but she gently pushed them away. Her lips left my mouth and began travelling along my cheek, she left a trail of light kisses along the way. When she reached my ear, she whispered, "Would you like your dessert now?"

She didn't wait for my response, she stood up straight again. Her belly now inches from my face. I couldn't see entirely around her massive gravidity, it looked like she took something from an apron pocket and set it on the table behind her. With some effort she managed to grab one of the apron ribbons behind her and pulled. She lifted the apron over her head and tossed it aside. She eyed my cock and licked her lips. She turned a little to grab something off the table. It was a bottle of some lube. She took a half step back and, with a little assistance from me, got on her knees in front of me. Popping open the bottle, she glanced up at my eyes and bit her lip again, then proceeded to pour the lube over her huge breasts. With the lube in place, she cupped both her tits and wrapped them around my cock. Amy's breasts were amazing. They were huge, on her smallish frame they could be seen from behind. They were silky smooth like the rest of her skin, and without support they drop only a little. They're firm and a little tight, like her belly, but softer, more give to them. Perfect. With her two balloons, Amy began rubbing my cock. She used her hands to squeeze her breasts, putting more pressure on my cock as she stroked. I felt my own pressure building up, quickly I thought of cold showers and anything not sexy. Anything besides a beautiful young woman rubbing her enormous tits on my cock. Shit, I needed to take drastic action otherwise I was going to lose it, and I didn't want this to end. Before I could do anyting, Amy tilted her head down and put her soft, full lips around the tip of my cock. Through clenched teeth I managed to say "Cumming." She leaned back some and aimed me at her chest. I erupted all over her breasts, coating them with my cum. The sensation so intense, I almost blacked out.

Amy seemed pleased. I sure as hell knew I was pleased. Very pleased. The evidence was all over her. She gave me her sweetest smile, "Did you like it?"

I thought the question rather silly, but my brain was still trying to reactivate and all I could do was nod. She giggled, "You should see yourself, it's like somethin' turned you into silly putty."

I smiled weakly, I was exhausted again. "You did." I told her.

She seemed to glow after hearing my praise. She struggled to stand up again. "I'll go take a shower while you sit there and try to get basic brain functions working again." She began to head upstairs.

"Wait." I sat up slowly, "No way I'm letting you make me breakfast and get my rocks off without returning the favor." I cleared room on the table. "Up." I said.

At first, it almost seemed Amy was surprised. I think she actually wanted to make me breakfast and let me tit-fuck her, and she had expected nothing in return. Wow. If nothing else up to this point had clued me in to how absolutely amazing Amy is, this certainly did. In a hundred foot tall flashing neon letters. Amy started to say something but I cut her off as I grabbed her hips and lifted her on to the table. She went up with a squeal. When I set her down, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep, long kiss. I ran my hands over her thighs up to her hips. I pulled her towards me a little and squeezed her big belly up against me. She let out soft low moans as I carressed her belly. I was hard again already, and I tried blindly aiming myself into her. She must have felt my probes because she stopped kissing me and quickly reached down and grabbed my cock. "No." she said.

"No? What do you mean no? I'm returning the favor." I explained.

"No. You have not taken me out on my date yet. Until then, N.O. No." she said in a stern voice.

The date was two days away. That seemed like an eternity. I debated pushing my luck and insisting I get an advance before the date. The look on her face squashed that idea. She was serious about it. Honestly, that made me want to fuck her even more. She was putting her foot down and claiming her ground, which only made me hornier. I stashed those feelings away to be released at a later date.

"O.k. lie back." I told her. She gave me another scowl, as if warning me I shouldn't try any funny business, but laid down on the table. I pulled her hips to the edge of the table and proceeded to get down on my knees. I lifted her hips a little and removed her tight boy shorts. With her thighs resting on my shoulders I proceeded to finger her gently. Judging from the soft sounds of pleasure she was making, she liked that. I began licking her and this caused her to squirm her hips a little. I continued alternating between my fingers and my tongue, pleasing her. Her breathing grew more rapid as I went. Soon she was panting and moaning with pleasure. It wasn't long before I heard, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Amy's body convulsed with the orgasm and lasted for several moments. She continued making soft moans as the orgasm faded. She let out a big sigh and became completely relaxed.

Shortly afterwards, we went up stairs and took a shower together. Nothing sexual, we just wanted to be close and feel the touch of the other upon our skin. After the shower, dried and dressed, Amy told me she needed to get back to her dorm for class. I desperately wanted her to skip class and spend the day with me. She laughed her teasing laugh. "Friday." is all she would say.

After dropping her off at her dorm, I spent the entire drive home and the rest of the day, wishing it was Friday.

Wow, can't wait to see the rest of this story (if there is any)

I don't think there's going to be a continuation of this story as it was posted over a year before the EM forums closed.

Holy shit! My story! I had thought it lost.

Yeah I wrote about 10 chapters I think. I don't recall.

EDIT: I kept saying I would finish it, but I never sat down and worked on it. escape60, if you happen to have the rest, I would be willing to finish it up for you folks.

That's everything that got uploaded to the EM forums to my knowledge, I loved the story and was quite careful to save it as it was uuploaded, so I don't think there was anymore.

Uhm... I wrote it. I know there is more. I lost my saved copy when a hard drive failed, and EM closed down before I could think to save it again.

Shame that you don't have the rest. Thanks for posting what you have though.

Bumping again for requesting the rest of Fortuna, Billy Bonka, or and TG/Preg story reprobate wrote on Expansionmansion.

I was feeling in the mood to write again. It'd be nice to finish Fortuna, but if it's lost, it's lost. I'll probably start something new.

Sorry dude, I've posted everything of Fortuna that I've got. Have you tried hunting in other forums like Curvage or anywhere?

i hope this is the other one you are looking for do not know if this is the whole one Billy Bonka


I strolled down a slightly familiar back alley. I'd been this way before not to long ago, with my girlfriend, Trisha. A night I enjoyed. A night I won't forget. This time, I'd be more careful. As I strolled up to the blacked out store, I thought back to that night.


It had been Trisha's idea to come here. She'd heard about the place, and wanted to go. While I was interested, I had my own deviant thoughts, and wouldn't have suggested it, for fear some of them might reveal themselves. We went in, finding the red painted foyer, and any other door. We went through that door, and meet the woman that would probably change our lives forever. Billy Bonka. That strange night, Trisha was turned into a strawberry. It was fun drinking strawberry juice out of her nipples. It was what happened to me that was unsettling. She changed me into a woman, just before letting me drink from Trisha. While I was feasting on her strawberry nectar, Billy came up behind her to satisfy Trisha's other needs.

And after satisfying Trisha, she came after me with her enormous dick. And something inside me begged for additional changes to me. Which Billy was happy to oblige. She gave me three pills, and before I knew it, I was encased in a banana peel. And I could feel the peel to. I felt it as she peeled me open, which was amazing and weird at the same time. I also saw what the other pills had done. My boobs had grown from a nice B to a solid D. She moved Trisha over to suck on one boob, which now leaked some sort of banana flavored liquid. Which felt amazing, by the way. That's when I noticed a couple of other things. Billy walked over, her enormous dick swaying, and I saw her original sex below that. I felt myself getting wetter, as she approached, and my dick grew. I moved the boob Trisha wasn't on, over a bit, and looked down my body. My legs had merged together, to form my banana body, I still had my feminine lips, but just below that my dick grew to a size to rival Billy's. She put the tip of her dick into me, put the tip of mine in her, and the rest of the night was lost in orgasmic bliss.
I shivered as I came out of my reverie. If I'd have been one ounce myself, I'd have stopped things. It's not that I didn't enjoy it. It's just if I'm going to have a woman turn me into a woman, grow a dick, and put it in me, I'd rather it be Trisha. But we both walked away from unharmed, and ready to try new things. Trisha was back to her 5 foot 5 inch height, B cup boobs and 135 lbs. I was back to good old me. However I had noticed that her boobs had a slightly red tint, just around the nipple.

Tonight was time to try something different. Just the two of us. I was going to get some stuff to give to her. And she'd do the same for me.

I strolled in through the foyer, and into the main room. "Hey Billy," I called strolling up to her.

"Back alone for more?" she replies, strolling behind the counter.

"No, no. We're planning a get together, and we figured we'd get each other some surprises."

"Oh, well, pick a flavor," She says gesturing to the variety of candy.

"Oh I intend to. Can I get a list of what things do? And I'd prefer that it wears out in the morning."

"Those there will do as you ask," She gestures over to a selection of pills. "And I promise you'll feel it rush out of you in the morning."

"Sounds good," I reply glancing over the various candies. Reading a few lables, a plan forms in my head, to show Trisha what I really like. I grab a few different kinds selecting from specific bins. I take them up to Billy, and I leave the store with a few different remidies in hand. I slide them in my pockets, as I see Trisha walk past me. I smile and start heading for our nearby apartment.



I sit waiting on the couch for about ten minutes, when I hear Trisha unlock the door. She walks in with her own bag from Bonka's. She heads back to the bed room, and I rise to follow.

"Wait a minute there," she calls, halting his advance. "Give me a minute."

"Let me know when," I call sitting on the back of the couch. I start trying to figure out what it is that she's doing. Probably stripping down, as clothes would probably be pointless for whatever is about to happen. Not a bad idea, I decide, starting to strip down. Finishing, I start wondering what's taking her so long. True, she has more and harder things to remove, but you wouldn't think this long.

"Come on, big boy," She finally calls. I walk in and find her, laying on the bed with a red night gown on. She's gone and set plain candles around the room. "I think we'll start with your first batch, then go to mine." She starts, watching as my excitement becomes visible. "Then take a break, get something to eat, and start round two with my second batch."

"Sounds like a plan," I say walking over to the night stand on my side of the bed, I open the drawer and pull out the first set. It looks like a pink runt, and two mentos. I pause a moment to consider what I'm about to do. The runt was fine, it was the two mentos that concerned me. I decided to do the runt, and one of the Mentos, if she wanted more than the runt. "Here you are," I say handing the runt over. She chews it up and swallows it. Instantly her she raises her hands to her breasts, and starts rubbing them as they begin to swell. They press against her gown and begin loosening the straps to make room. After a couple moments, around her massaging hands, I notice her boobs taking on a pink tint. As the swelling continues, the pink starts to darken into a red. As the gown's straps come tight, her boobs slow down, to full DD cup strawberries.

"Nice addition," she starts, her hands still on her boobs, "Anything else?"

"Just letting you enjoy the changes," I comment, handing her the mentos. Again she chews and swallows it. She starts rubbing her breasts, with the slightest of eye rolls. Her breasts start shifting, lifting out of the top of the gown, that's unable to hold them. Her eyes then shift to look at me suddenly, as a new sensation hits her. She slides her right hand down, and starts rubbing just below her belly button. Her stomach starts to grow underneath her hand, quickly swelling to appear 5 months pregnant, pulling the gown tight over it, and continues; going up through months 6, 7, and 8,before starting to slow, stretching the fabric. She starts panting, as her breasts grow through E, and her stomach slowly swells to 9 months, . Her breasts finally come to a stop at EE, and her stomach slows to a stop at well overdue with one, the fabric pulled tight against it. I can feel my dick standing at full attention, and it takes all my will power not to jump onto the bed.

"So this is what you like?" she says, rubbing her swollen and distended stomach. Strawberry juice begins leaking from her boobs. "Well don't just stand there," she says, spreading her legs, to reveal her very wet entrance, "give your pregnant girl one last romp before she pops."

I instantly climb into bed, and lock her lips, one hand supporting me, the other massaging her boob. I start to kiss my way down to her breast, letting my hand slide down her belly. I start sucking her sweet juice, just as my hand reaches the top of her belly and begins to slide down, between her legs, releasing moans from her. As I get between her legs with my hand, I can feel the heat rolling up, waiting for my hand to start it's work. It's not long before she starts trying to pull me on top of her, only for me to run into her belly.

"Sorry," she says between pants, pushing me onto my back, "I forgot to mention my family carries very large." She climbs on top of me, drops a boob into my mouth, and slides my dick into her soaked entrance. She starts rocking, as fast as she can above me, as I work on draining the strawberry juice. "Come on," she pants as she starts loosing speed. "Cum already." To which I start thrusting into her, lifting myself as far into the air as I can. The bed starts knocking against the wall, as her pants start getting higher and higher pitched. I push up, hard, one last time time and start cumming, as she screams out in joy. She sits back, with her hands on my legs, and her weight on her arms, in pure ecstasy, as i finish inside her.

She rolls off, and lays next to me with her stomach resting on my leg. "I think pregnant sex is the best sex," she whispers.

"I think I have to agree," I whisper back.

"My turn," she says, heaving her pregnant body over to her night stand. "Not easy to move it though," she adds to her previous comment.

"I don't know if I'm ready," I call, just in time to see what looks like a Rolo come at me. I catch it, and pop it in my mouth. That's when I realize the position she's in. Bent on all fours with, her stomach hanging almost to the bed, her entrance still dripping a little juice. I start to feel myself go rigid again. "That'll do the trick."

"Thought it might." She climbs out of bed, with her breasts hanging out of her gown and her stomach stretching it tight. "It's getting a little tight here," she says, handing me a blue Dot. "But we'll wait till the break to get it of."

"Fine with me," I say chewing the Dot, and swallowing. "Tastes like blueberries," a slight panic sets in and I start looking myself over, trying to see if I'm turning into a blueberry. I notice that I've started smelling blueberries, but I don't see any other changes. "Okay, I don't feel that different."

"Really, well, take this one," she says, handing me a gummy worm. "Of course, she said you might not notice anything with that one to begin with," she adds, rubbing her swollen belly, as she walks over to where I'm sitting on the edge of the bed. Just as I pop the worm in my mouth, she puts her strawberry boobs around my face and starts massaging them, pushing them into my face. I can feel myself, going harder and harder. "Notice anything different now?" she asks wrapping her hands around my dick, and rubbing it.

"Now I do," I say, noticing that it's now a good deal longer, and wider. She sits on her knees, putting her belly between my legs, and starts rubbing my dick with her breasts. I lay back and enjoy the tit fuck, as she rubs them up and down my new length. After a couple moments, she stops moving them, but keeps them pressed against. I glance down, as watch as she takes the tip, which is sticking out over the top of her ample breasts, into her mouth. I lay back, enjoying the feeling of her tongue rolling around the tip of my dick. She presses her breasts into my crotch and lets her hands fall away. Out of the corner of my eye I see one hand rubbing her stomach, and feel the other start rolling my sack through her fingers. After a few more flicks of her tongue, I feel a slight release. Just as I start thinking that things are about to get interesting, I notice something odd. Normally when my pre-cum releases, she starts flicking her tongue, getting it off the tip. I hadn't felt her tongue since it released. I cock my head up to look down at her, and watch as her cheeks balloon like their full of air. Suddenly, she pulls her lips off, closing them tight, but not before some blue liquid seeps out, down the right corner of her lips. "Are you Ok?" I ask snapping to a sitting position.

She raises a finger, as she takes several swallows to empty her mouth. "That was just the pre-cum," she starts resting her hand on her belly, "Sex is going to be amazing." She pushes me back onto the bed and crawls on top of me.

"It was blue?" I ask dumbfounded.

"The Dot made it taste like blueberries," She says dangling her breasts over my face. "Strawberries and blueberries. Perfect combination." She adds, pressing her stomach to my body, trapping my dick between the two. She starts sliding it up and down my dick. Feeling me at my new full length, she rotates above me, so her legs are now straddling my shoulders. Her breasts resting on either side of it, she pulls as much of my dick into her mouth as she can. I push myself up on my shoulders, and start making out with her lower lips.

As she rests the weight of her stomach on my chest, i start to feel a couple other things. (Things I'd later contribute to that last dot.) It begins to feel as if I could cum for 5 minutes straight before I'd start running out. I also get this sense of control. It feels like I can time when and how much comes out at any given moment. Full of sudden confidence, while still working her over with my tongue, I let a very small amount seep out. She greedily sucks it down. I give her a slightly larger amount, which takes her a moment longer to suck down. I then experiment, trying to let it out in a slow trickle, which she adapts to, and seems to almost be suckling from my dick. Content that she's content, I lower myself down again, and start rubbing her entrance with my hands. She stops supporting herself with her hands, in order to rub her stomach. I increase the flow, and hear a low moan start coming from her. At first she has no problem keeping up, but as I keep increasing the flow little by little, she starts to fall behind. It isn't long before her cheeks start to puff up again and she has to break off again, blueberry cum dripping out. She rotates as she finishes swallowing, and it looks to me like her stomach has grown again, threatening to rip the gown to pieces.

"I'd love to keep sucking," she says, panting, as she rubs her stomach. "The problem is I don't know how much room I have left in this gown," She finishes, still rubbing. As I watch all I can think about is shoving my now ten inch dick deep into her well overdue belly. "And I really want to feel your new length inside me." she adds, just as my dick rises and starts rubbing against her entrance. "And since you do to, lets get this started," she states, as she starts rubbing back against my dick. Slowly, we start working the whole ten inches into her, nearly pushing her over the edge again and again. As ready as we both are, it isn't long before the bed is once again slamming into the wall. She's lost in bliss as I start pushing her into the air again. As I start to release, I feel her stomach swell, ever so slightly, before stopping. She starts desperately running her hands over her belly. Runs start forming in the fabric, moments later her stomach rips though, under the force of the cum entering her body. As I finish up, she passes out from pleasure, rolling forward, pulling my dick out. She ends up with butt in the air, her legs spread around her belly, Her knees are inches from the mattress. Her breasts are pressed against my chest, with her cheek resting on the top her boob, and the top of it on my shoulder. I adjust her other boob so I can drink from it, as I wait for her to wake up, my hands rubbing her bare swollen stomach.