Apologies for the delay in getting this story up and posted. At the end of my last story, 'A Mother’s Taking', I said I had another story idea - which this story is. I was hoping to get it up over a month ago but sadly the computer in which I use to type up my stories decided to crash several days into writing it. I lost everything I'd done. I did very briefly consider abandoning it but fortunately this project was something that excited me and I hadn’t actually typed up all that much compared to how long it inevitably become (so I didn't feel the loss was insurmountable!). I've also been busy on another project elsewhere, so unfortunately this did have to take a 'back seat' for a good couple of weeks in the meantime.

I've also reverted back to writing this in first person, rather than third person. I haven't done this for a long time.

With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy it.
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Hello there! My name is Steve and I would like to tell you about an event that happened to myself and my girlfriend some time ago. It was an unusual predicament that we both struggle to accept actually happened and until now, neither of us have ever spoken of it other than between ourselves. It was one of those events that no one would ever believe but it’s time to get it off my chest.

Firstly, a little bit of background information. My girlfriend’s name is Lauren. At the time of this...'experience'...she was a little over 19 years old. We had actually met each other in high school. She was in my class and we just...’clicked’. We had been together as a couple for a while at the time of this event and had got to know ourselves very well indeed. She was a bright, bubbly character How could I describe her? Well, she's approximately 5' 9" in height with perfectly groomed, straight long brunette hair. Despite largely eating the same garbage I did, she never seemed to gain any weight from it. She had a gorgeous figure and as she always used to walk around quickly and generally be physically active, had a lovely flat stomach.

We done all sorts together. Whilst we both still lived with our respective parents, we were very much looking to move out and get a place together. We both worked and were generally good with saving cash. We met up with each other most evenings and occasionally stayed around at each others places over the weekends.

A Long Weekend Away

At the time of this incident, we had reached a milestone in our relationship. We had been together for a year and we wanted to celebrate romantically and in some style. We weren’t the clubbing sort and simply going out for a meal didn’t seem like enough. As embarrassing as this may sound, I ended up speaking to a couple of friends with girlfriends to try and get suggestions. After several, one stood out above the rest which seemed to suit both of us. A nice, long weekend away in a luxurious hotel.

I discussed this over with Lauren and she seemed very enthusiastic about the idea. Before long, she had her laptop open and started searching around the internet for deals. However, I already had something in mind. We both knew of a hotel beside a lake some 200 miles from where we lived. We'd been to the area quite a few times before and stayed in a few of the places also alongside this lake, but had never stayed in this particular hotel. In the past we'd deemed it too expensive as it was five star. It was one of those places where you usually find business executives and the occasional, aging television celebrity. Anyway, I suggested this to her and again, she seemed favourable to this idea. Before long, we had decided on a superior lake view room. It wasn't one of their more expensive suites, but it wasn't one of their basic lake view rooms or even one overlooking the courtyard at the rear. It was upmarket without completely breaking the bank. After a few days, we had both arranged time off work to be together and booked the room.

The journey up was uneventful with the weather slightly overcast, but clearing as the drive progressed. We arrived in the middle of the afternoon. Upon arrival in the hotel car park, we were greeted by a car park attendant. Valet parking?! I know of it and I've seen it in many films, but have never, ever personally come across it until now. I have no issue with quality or being posh at all. I rather like dressing smart as it happens. I feel better about myself in doing so. However, I didn't know if this was perhaps one stage too far where it would become uncomfortably so.

Anyway, we walked through the large reception area with it’s marble pillars, oak panelling and thick, spongy carpeting. We duly gave our names and were then shown up to our room, which was on the top floor. The porter asked us if we needed anything, of which we declined. After getting used to our surroundings and feeling incredibly lucky to be in the hotel and in such a lovely room, we decided to take a walk around the large grounds of the hotel. Barring the large gardens which run down to the lake shore, there was also a mid-sized golf course. There must have been a good couple of miles worth of pathways in the grounds of this hotel. When the daylight started to fade, we headed back inside.

A Board Game

That evening after our meal in the fancy restaurant overlooking the lake with large windows, we retired back to our room at around 11pm. We were simply going to change into something a little more comfortable and watch some TV in bed before going to sleep. After all, we were quite tired after our long drive. However, as I was changing and putting away my clothes in the large wardrobe, something strange took my eye as I hung up my jacket on one of the coat hangers. There was something in the top left corner. I looked up. I noticed there was a square hatch at the top. It looked much like a hatch into what would be the attic space. Why would there be such access through a wardrobe? Maybe the wardrobe had been built around it at a much later date? I simply didn't know. I pointed this out to Lauren. "So what? Just leave it alone! Come on, lets just go to bed" she said. I was intrigued, though. I don't think I could wait until morning to discover what it was. We had no reason to be up early in the morning anyway, so I thought 'what the heck'... I placed one of the chairs inside the wardrobe the best I could with the space available. I pressed up against the hatch and it seemed jammed shut by the many layers of paint which had no doubt gone over the top of it over the years. I gently persuaded it open by putting my fists against either side and rocking it until the layers of paint split. It's clear that it had been painted over at least four or five times since it had last been opened.

Upon opening the lid, the first thing that struck me was the cold that felt like it was pouring down through the hole. "What on earth are you doing? You’re nothing thinking about...? You are aren’t you?" Lauren said, holding into my legs. "Yes, I want to go up and see. We've paid a heck of a lot of money for this room! I want to explore a bit!" I joked. Feeling around, it was clear there was no sign of a ladder or anything I could pull down, so I had to haul myself up through the hole with my arms. Upon getting up there, it was almost pitch black. The only light I had was streaming up through the hole. “You’re mad! Get down here!” Lauren shouted up from below. "I won’t be long!" I replied. After a few moments, allowing for my eyes to adjust, it was clear this was, at least in part, some attic space for the hotel. It was too dark to see the full extent of it’s size. I could perhaps only see around 20ft in circumference from where I climbed up from. Fortunately this space had a boarded floor, so I wasn't stepping from roof beam to roof beam. I could just about make out a bricked wall. It was either the edge of the building or a chimney breast. I couldn't make out as it was too dark.

On this brick 'wall', my eyes strained to see what appeared to be some sort of shelving attached. I made my way across, holding out my arms just in case there was something in front of this blocking my path that I couldn't see. Fortunately, there wasn't. Up on one shelf, right up by the roof tiles, a dusty box hung slightly over the side. In shape, it appeared to be the rectangular, thin box to an old board game of some description. I pulled it down as I hadn't seen or played one in many years. It was clear it had been up there for a considerably number of years given the thick layer of dust that lay on top of the lid. It also had curling edges which indicated it had been exposed to the cold and the damp. It also looked as if someone had tried to seal it good and proper with many layers of tape but over the years it had yellowed and lost practically all it's stickiness as it degraded. I looked around to see if I could find something to brush the dust off with. An old rag or something but unfortunately there was nothing and I wasn’t going to use my own clothes. I dusted it off with my hand. It wasn't anything that I recognised. The first thing that become clear under the dust was large red lettering. It was in an older-fashioned font, like hummingbird. It spelt out the name of the game. It was called 'Tum Me'. How strange. There was also a strange looking circle between both words. What on earth did it mean? "What are you doing up there?! It's freezing down here!" Lauren shouted up from the wardrobe. “I think I’ve found a board game. A really weird one. I’ve never heard of it!" I replied. "Bring it down. Lets have a look! Anything so we can shut off this hatch!" Lauren strongly hinted.

Lauren was right. I didn't intend on staying up in the attic where it was bitterly cold and very dark. Not to mention that I shouldn't have even been up there in the first place, so I decided to bring it back down into the room to study it in greater detail. She watched me and held the chair as I gingerly made my way back down into the room. There was a noticeable improvement in temperature as I made my way down. I closed over the hatch behind me and we both sat on the bed, placing the box in the middle between us.

"I've never seen that game before? It must be decades old! Even the picture on the front had faded" Lauren said, feeling around the box lid, looking for any other form of identification. The many years of dust and damp had taken it’s toll on the lid. I was surprised that the red writing was still almost entirely clear. The picture appeared to have what looked like a dark blue background and what appeared to be something sand coloured and round. There appeared to be something holding it, like a hand, but it was so badly faded this was purely a guess. I decided to take off the lid to reveal the contents inside it’s base, which was in excellent overall condition comparing it to it’s lid. Inside was a hard gameboard which had almost the same dimensions as the box itself. Upon sliding it out of the box, it had nine separate sections labelled as rounds one to nine. The detail within these rounds appeared to be locked away behind some sort of magnetically controlled seal. There was still no indication up until this stage as to what this game actually was all about. Also inside the box was also a small, round, chrome tin. It looked like a pill tin. It was slightly pitted with age. I shook it. It rattled to the sound of something inside. Upon teasing the corroding lid open, there was one single white pill inside. Not a dice as I expected. I closed the lid again and turned the tin upside down to see there was a small label there. It said 'Best Before April 2085'. What on earth is this game? Neither myself or Lauren had ever seen anything like this before.

I looked around for the rules but there was nothing inside the box other than the main gameboard. I turned the box it came in the other way around to see the back. There was very little there to give the game away either. All that there was visible on it's faded surface was a warning. The first line was almost entirely faded away. The only words I could make out were the words 'tablet', 'intercourse' and 'must'. How unusual. The next line was slightly clearer. It stated 'Once the game begins, all questions must be answered. You can't quit once the game has begun and you can't skip the questions asked. Quitting the game and resetting it for the next user results in a forfeit with dire consequences. Correct answers result in....and incorrect answers.....'. What the correct and incorrect answers resulted in had completely faded away.

So, The Game Begins

We both looked at each other and decided ‘what the heck’. Our curiosity got the better of us and wanted to play it. What could possibly go wrong? It’s only a board game, right? So, I took the tablet with a glass of water from the bathroom. I never expected anything to happen. Why would it? The board game had been up in the attic for so long that I thought whatever was in that tablet would have lost it’s potency. I took it more for a laugh than anything. How wrong I was. Barely more than 15 minutes had passed before I felt an urge for sex. An urge as strong as I'd ever had. I felt my manhood start to firm up in my pants which then grew at some pace to show a protrusion in my trousers. Lauren smirked and pointed at it. "So, you're happy to see me then?!". Whilst I wasn’t exactly nervous at what she was witnessing, I was wondering how strong this tablet actually was. "Come on then! We're all alone in this hotel room! I suppose it was gonna' happen sooner or later here!" Lauren added. She promptly stripped to her underwear and then knelt down in front of me to remove my trousers and underwear. She had to jolt her neck back to avoid her face being slapped by my penis as it sprang straight outwards. Naturally, she performed a little foreplay in the form of a blowjob before I stripped off her underwear and lay her down on the bed. She quickly decided to go on top and before I knew it, I was watching on as my penis slid deeper into her until practically the whole lot, fully erected to the point I thought my skin would split, was buried inside of her... Lauren lay there naked with her knees bent up and legs spread apart, looking down at her splattered body in shock. Most of her belly, from her crotch up to her breasts was coated with my hot, sticky cum. Her belly button wasn’t just filled with it, but had completely disappeared beneath the layer of foggy love juice.

We had forgot about the game after sex. It lay there, still open. All of a sudden we both heard some sort of distinct deep creak coming from somewhere in it’s direction. I got to my feet and had a look across. There wasn't anything that I could see that could have caused it. Then I looked back at the game. The first seal on the game board had opened as if by magic. I looked at it confused. "What is it, hun?" Lauren asked. "The first seal, it's...opened" I replied. Lauren also looked confused as she too knew there wasn’t any sort of power connection or battery controlling this old mysterious game. We both peered inside. There appeared to be some sort of strange riddle written inside:

Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?

"I don’t have a clue... I'm useless at those things. How do you even answer?!" Lauren said. At this point I noticed that below these words there was a row of letters of which you could roll them along to spell out the answer, before presumably pushing the button below which said 'answer' on it. Neither of us knew how to answer, so we simply left these letters on their blank faces and pressed the button. Nothing appeared to happen. After a short delay, the first four letters rolled over all by themselves. It was quite unnerving to watch this happen all on it’s own. It spelt out the word 'ship' - presumably the answer. We had guessed incorrectly.

After another short interval of nothing happening, the second seal had broken to reveal what looked like a second riddle. Before we had chance to read it though, Lauren clutched her stomach and winced slightly. "What’s the matter" I said, looking across and holding her. "I dunno. I think something I ate has disagreed with me. It's nothing, lets just carry on..." she replied. So, we both starred at the second riddle:

A pregnant lady named her children Dominique, Regis, Michelle, Fawn, Sophie and Lara. What will she name her next child? Jessica, Katie, Abby or Tilly?

“At least we’ve got options this time!” joked Lauren. “It doesn’t really help me though. I still have no idea!” I replied. After a few minutes debating, we couldn’t see a pattern from them. There probably was something there, but it was beyond our own level of intellect to figure this out without further assistance. “Well, we’ve got a one in four chance of getting this correct” I said, shrugging my shoulders. With that said, we both guessed Katie and pressed the answer button. Unfortunately, it appeared as if we got this one wrong also. After another short delay, the rolling letters started slowly turning again. It eventually spelt out ‘Tilly’.

"Is the whole game going to be about this? Answering strange riddles? I don’t get it" Lauren said. I must admit, I wished I hadn’t have bothered starting the game myself, now. There didn’t seem to be any obvious goal to it other than answering riddles.

So, with the third seal broken the game moved onto round three and time for the next riddle:

Pregnant every time you see her, yet she never will give birth. What is she?

Lauren looked at me and simply shrugged her shoulders. "Well, don’t look at me!" she said, as I looked across hoping she may have a suggestion. Again, we decided to leave the answer letters on their blank faces knowing full well it would be incorrect. We pushed the answer button and waited for the response.

The letter board rolled slowly around again to reveal 'Full Moon'. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Lauren asked. “I don’t get that myself” I replied, after a long sigh of trying to decipher it myself. It was clear this game was some sort of old brain-teaser for riddles but the purpose of it remained unknown. What was unusual about these riddles is that two out of the three riddles so far had mentioned pregnancy. Were these riddles somehow randomly generated or was there more to this game? Perhaps there was something about this in the faded wording on the back of the box that we could no longer read. Why did I have the hugely strong urge for sex after taking that pill? Something wasn’t right about this game. I could feel something was wrong...

Packing On The Pounds

At the end of round three, Lauren thought she was noticing something happening to her. Her ongoing stomach upset was not only ongoing but now resulting in something rather peculiar. At first she thought her clothes around her midriff were feeling a little tighter than normal. It wasn’t her clothes that were the problem though. Her belly appeared to be slightly larger, as if she was puffing it out. Maybe it was just the result of the meal we had a few hours earlier? Laruren looked down at it herself with a slightly confused expression and softly held this newly formed, slightly chubby looking tummy. “I think I maybe ate more than I thought I had, downstairs” was her comment on it.

So, following on from that we moved onto round four as the next seal broke. It revealed the next unusual riddle which for some strange reason again mentioned pregnancy. It said:

A pregnant overweight woman, Santa Claus, and Mr. Luther King Jr. have a race. Who wins?

By now, I’m thinking something really is going on with this game. I'm starting to feel uneasy and if I have to be honest, quite creeped out by it. I think Lauren was thinking along the same lines as me but neither of us wanted to say that we thought that this game could possibly be the result of Lauren's odd belly troubles. It's just a game, right? To suggest that would be madness, surely?

So, we get down to trying to figure this riddle out. Was it a hypothetical question or did it have another meaning? Neither of us knew so once again it was time for another guess. By now, our tiredness was kicking in again and our minds simply weren’t working correctly. Luther King junior is deceased and Santa Claus doesn’t exist. That must mean the pregnant overweight woman would be the answer but then again, in a race she’d probably be the slowest out of those three. Neither myself or Lauren knew how this question was being put across. In the end we guessed Luther King Junior, answering the question as if all three were lined up there at a starting grid. I rolled the letters to read 'Lutherking', hit the answer button and crossed my fingers it would be correct. This time the delay seemed a little more extended than before and for a split second we thought we'd answered it correctly. Sadly, it wasn’t to be once again. The letters rolled themselves slowly around to read 'woman'. We were wrong once again. My initial instinct on how to answer the riddle was correct and I ignored it.

At the end of this round it become clear something was becoming progressively wrong with Laren’s belly. Before the fifth seal cracked open, it become clear that it was expanding and she wasn’t in control of it. "Oh my god! What’s going on in there?" I asked out aloud, watching Lauren’s middle as if there was some slight force in there pushing her belly slightly further outwards. “How the hell am I supposed to know? Oh my god! Look at it!” she replied, rather abruptly. “No...! I don’t mean it like that. I mean it seems every time we get to the end of a round, something happens inside of you...” I replied, trying to calm her down. “Am...No...Am I....pregnant?” she wondered, holding her hands to her belly looking down in fear. “N...no. You can’t be. How on earth would you grow so fast? You can’t be...There’s got to be some sort of natural explanation for this but I don’t know what” I replied.

“I don’t want to play this any more, Steve. It’s worrying me and I’m tired. Pack it away and lets just go to bed and see what I’m like in the morning” Lauren said. She quickly walked away from the game and headed over to the large queen sized bed. I could see her top was becoming tight on her and there was a very slight outward bulge forming. She looked as if she had pushed her belly out as far as she could and was holding it there indefinitely. “But we can’t quit the game. It warned us of a forfeit if we did. We must continue” I replied. “Look at the time though! It’s almost 2am! How about if we just leave it open and put it over there on the desk?” Lauren suggested. It wasn’t actually a bad idea. Both of us had been awake for 18 hours or so after the long drive up to the hotel. We put the game to one side, leaving it open and went to bed.

Lauren slept in her t-shirt and knickers. The following morning we were both in for quite a shock. Whatever was going on inside her belly, if it was indeed the game responsible, seemed to have a delayed reaction. Lauren’s belly had continued to grow whilst we slept. She pulled the covers off herself as she felt she had indigestion. To her horror she noticed there was now a neat bump in her belly. Her waistline seemed to be at least an inch, maybe an inch and a half larger again than it was when we put the game to one side to sleep. “What the?” she whispered as she felt along what to her felt like a very full tummy.,She got up walked through to the bathroom to examine herself in the mirror. The t-shirt that she was wearing was about the largest item of torso clothing she’d brought with her. It covered her from her shoulders right down to the tops of her hips. Her belly was clearly showing through it. It was a rounding bump that was pushing the material taught, even showing strain lines that it didn’t the previous evening. In the bathroom, she examined herself and raised the shirt to her breasts, holding it up with her left hand. Her bare belly was now on display. It was no nightmare. She really was looking moderately pregnant. She huffed not only in disappointment, but in concern. She felt around her rounded, bulging belly with her right hand. “I’m really starting to stick out now” she mumbled. She was having to accept that her toned, tight stomach muscles were beginning to loose the battle against the pressure from presumably within her womb, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She focused down on her white, laced knickers. They were now straining towards their limit. As her belly was now pushing outwards a few inches further than it did, they’d began to receded downwards as the bottom of her belly had began to bulge slightly downwards to form the bottom of this soft curve her middle belly now had. Her knickers had simply slipped an inch or so lower down towards her crotch. The surrounding material at the from of her knickers had formed strained pulls in order to accommodate at least the very start of her belly’s extra growth. As she turned to the side, it was clear they were skin-tight to her hips and had sunk enough that the very top of her bottom’s crack was now on display. She turned back to face the front again. Her bowing knicker line complimented her rounding out belly and working her way up, her oval navel was now beginning to shallow. It was clear that her belly had never been this big before. She’d never been as fat to witness her own belly button begin to distort. She knew she was now becoming full, or her belly was beginning to physically stretch. Seeing this had horrified her. She looked down to see a tell-tale curve now making itself known, sticking out about on level with her breasts. She could still just about make out her feet, but most of the had been lost beneath her belly.

I was concerned about her. Is it a reaction to whatever she’d ate? Was it the game? How was I supposed to know? “What does it...you know? Feel like?” I asked. She huffed back at me. “Well, I’m not doing this for fun. It feels...fat. Look at it! I’m that fat my belly button is changing!” Lauren replied. “Maybe we ought to call out a doctor” I suggested in a panic. “And say what? I was slim and when we started playing this my belly started swelling out?” Lauren snapped back. I looked back at the game and remembered again that it warned us that we can’t simply quit without a forfeit. It must be played through until the end. “I think we better get this game over an done with...” I said. “It’s got to be that game that’s done this Steve. There’s no way I ate this much last night” she said, highlighting her swelling bare belly to me. After calming her down and the pair of us thinking the forfeit could actually be worse than what she was experiencing, we reluctantly sat back down at the table and back onto the game.

END OF PART ONE. PART TWO TO FOLLOW

PART TWO

So, we moved onto round five. The seal had already long since been broken and the game had been waiting several hours for us to respond to it. Given there seem to be no way this board game was powered yet done all sorts weird things, I’m surprised it didn’t have some sort of audible warning or reminder if it had been left untouched after a certain amount of time. Anyway, this riddle seemed to have all the hallmarks of what Lauren’s body was seemingly going through. It said:

Who becomes pregnant without conceiving? Who becomes fat without eating?

"Steve.... I really don’t want to do this any more... This game... It has to be doing this to me!" Lauren said. Even though I agreed entirely with her, we couldn't just quit. Again, neither of us had the foggiest idea what the answer could be. “We’ve got to try. I don’t want to get any bigger. I’m struggling to fit into anything now” Lauren said. It was no good however, we just couldn’t come up with a suitable answer. Again, we had to leave the answer letters blank and press the button. Again, after a short delay, the letters rolled around to read ‘clouds’. Lauren looked at me annoyed as if I should have knew. I just shrugged my shoulders and held out my hands. I’m sorry, but I’m no good at riddles.

It wasn’t long before her belly continued to mysteriously swell before our own eyes. Her clothes could no longer contain her rapidly expanding waistline. None of her trousers could now be buttoned up. Her belly was simply pushing the button hole and opposing button apart. Her tops were now exposing more of her bare, expanding belly. They were now just about covering up her belly button, leaving the lower and growing bulge of her belly on full view. It was either wear some of my clothes or she had to walk around in her straining underwear. She stood in front of the mirror and lifted up her shirt. She quickly closed her eyes, huffed slowly to herself and pulled down her top again. “What’s up?” I asked. She lifted her top. Her belly button was continuing to slowly distort on the end of her growing tummy. It was now barely half the depth it once was and it’s once oval shape was now widening into more of a circle.

“I feel really...fat” Lauren said, looking down over her ballooning stomach. “I can’t seven see my feet any more” she added, looking down to see a growing pale dome. Her once flat belly was now rounding out and her skin just beginning to become taught around the front. At the outmost point, her belly must have now been pushing out a good three or four inches from where it was. "Lets have a look at you!" I said. She closed her eyes and looked away as I stared at her belly. True, her belly was becoming increasingly prominent and there’s no way she'd be able to leave the room now without questions being asked by guests in adjacent rooms who may have previously seen us before any of this happened.

We had to push on, so onto round six we went. Lauren simply sat on the bucket chair with the bottom of her shirt open. Her rounded out and expanding belly pushed outwards and through the opened, wide ‘V; of the shirt. Her navel was widened as her skin began to firm up thanks to the growing bulge. She looked down at her middle and through narrowed lips, as of she was going whistle, let out a long breath.

The seal was broken and the next riddle revealed itself:

I'm at the beginning of awesome, at the end of every comma, and in the middle of stomach Who am I?

Lauren simply shook her head and put her hands in the air. By now her head was becoming increasingly on what was happening to her changing body rather than answering riddles. Understandably so, really. I had to think. Was this riddle about a person or something else? It certainly didn’t sound like a person and I was beginning to think that perhaps this had something to do with individual letters. It seemed to fit. Or was that too obvious? A trick, perhaps? I just didn’t know. It seemed to match up to the letter 'A' but surely that was too obvious an answer. It’s not the middle letter in ‘stomach’ though... Confused, I guessed 'M', hit the answer button and waited.

The letters again started slowly rolling around. This time to read ‘Letter A’.

My gut instinct was correct and my heart sunk for Lauren. I should have guessed it was the letter ‘A’ but never acted upon it. No doubt I’d had probably just gained Lauren another inch or so of waistline, which may have just sealed the fate of her innie belly button. Lauren stood up and slowly but surely, watched her stretching belly starting to push that little bit further outwards. This clearly wasn’t her doing it. Whatever was growing inside of her was increasingly expanding her middle out into further new limits. She started to wimper slightly, knowing this was beyond her control.

I can't deny it. Despite this, I was becoming increasingly attracted to her growing belly. It was becoming so large and it was becoming harder for me to ignore it. I could feel my underpants becoming rather tight as an erection started to build. To hide this I wanted to show concern in order to calm her down. “Come here!” I said softly. “This really isn’t as bad as it looks”, I added. I then asked her to approach me as I dropped to my knees to admire her swollen belly. It hung outwards in an arc above me as I looked up. I could see the lines across her the top of her public bone where her knickers had strained to fit. Higher up her ballooning belly was her increasingly widened and shallowed navel, which was now beginning to resemble a crater on the surface of the moon. I couldn’t believe how stretched it was looking. It was so wide compared to how it was. I could see the very bottom pushing up closer to the surface and most of the usually crinkled depths had been pulled almost entirely smooth. It actually looked painful, especially given how largely rounded out her belly was becoming around it. Not only was her belly continuing to expand, it was clear that her skin was now also having to stretch to fit these new found additional inches around her waistline.

A Vessel

At this point something strange happened to the game. As the next seal opened ready for the seventh round, we both heard a distinct ‘clack sound coming from underneath the game. It wasn’t a sound we had heard from the game before so we went across to investigate it. It appears there was some sort of secret flap on the underside of the game board that we hadn’t noticed. It had unlocked itself and there was an old, yellowed piece of paper neatly folded inside. I prized it out of the slot and opened it.

It was a sheet of yellowed, aged paper. Was it further instructions to the game? Was it perhaps the answers to all the riddles? It looked as if it was somewhere where such would be kept but why this compartment only opened now and why it was in there was a complete mystery.

The paper appeared to be written by someone else who had played the game. Unfortunately the brief letter wasn’t actually dated but it was clear it was several decades old. It described exactly the same weird symptoms I had after taking the pill and what Lauren was going through. I then got down to the final few lines and was shocked. It revealed what was going on with Lauren’s belly. She wasn’t actually pregnant with some sort of rapidly growing baby as we’d thought. We both thought it was a little odd that she hadn’t felt any sort of squirming or kicking that a woman would normally associate with a proper pregnancy. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. “It says here that you’re actually carrying sp... No... How?” I said in shock. “What? Don’t stop there! I need to know what’s inside of me!” Lauren said, looking on desperately. I handed over the paper for her to read for herself. She shook her head in disbelief. “No, no, no! I’m carrying...cum? Your sperm is multiplying inside of me? This belly....” she said, slapping the side of her increasingly rounding out stomach, “...is being filled with cum? I’m pregnant with your spunk?!”. I didn’t know what to say. The paper also stated that this continued through until the ninth round where the game would conclude and the woman’s belly, which I presume Lauren’s would be the same, would stop it’s expansion. “Three more rounds?!” Lauren cried...

We needed to continue on with the game. Whilst this started off as a nightmare, I was secretly wanting to get on with it. I was looking forward to seeing Lauren’s belly becoming increasingly expanded. “The quicker we get this game over with, the quicker we can get this ‘growth’ seen to. I haven’t a clue how we’re going to explain it. It’s going to get worse before it gets better but lets get a conclusion from it, shall we?” I said. “What about my skin?” Lauren asked, grabbing my arm as I leant over to the board to read the next riddle. “I don’t want stretch marks!” she added. I understood her concerns. Her belly was getting large enough that her skin was now clearly growing increasingly tight and inflexible Without any proper creams for the task, I went to the bathroom to see if there was anything there which may do as a substitute. All that there was were the complimentary skin moisturiser and shower gels. I brought them out and Lauren grabbed them from me before squeezing out the contents onto her hands. Whilst sitting on the bed, she slowly fingered her almost flat navel with the cream. It was clear the skin marking it’s stretched margins was tight with very little give. Her skin shimmered and sparkled. I must admit that I could feel another tingling down in my trousers but had to resist the urge.

Stretching for a resolution

So, with Lauren’s tightening belly skin moisturised, it was onto the seventh round. Oddly, her belly continued to slowly grow as we began round seven. She was forming a seriously big belly now and the ‘stages’ of these rounds seem to coincide with months on how far along a woman actually was whilst pregnant. I couldn’t believe how expanded she’d become. The front of her knickers were now deep down at her crotch, even revealing the top of her public hair. Her poor belly button was now stretched flat. It wasn’t an innie, nor an outie. Just a round, wrinkled mark pulled tight against the already taught skin of her tummy. How it hadn’t popped out yet was a miracle, but it was obvious it was about to pop. I was sure it’s fate was going to be sealed imminently.

Something was wrong with the game though as we focused back on the game board. The seal had already long since broken but as we glanced down at the riddle, neither of us could read it clearly. Some of the letters and words were missing as if like the cover for the game, had simply faded with age. All we could read was:

I kill ever--hing slow-- but I ---- no mou-- or st-ma-h Wh-t am I?

Whilst I admit the pair of us were clearly useless at riddles of which so far I only correctly guessed one but ended up answering it incorrectly anyway, this time we didn’t really have a chance of getting it correct. My finger hovered over the ‘answer’ button and I looked across to Lauren. She let out a sigh of inevitability and closed her eyes. I hit the button.

The letters slowly rolled around once more to read ‘I am time’.

Again, Lauren’s increasingly distended waistline was on the grow again as her belly slowly stretched out towards the equivalent of looking eight months pregnant. During this time, she stood up and again didn’t want to continue on with the game. “What? Are you seriously sating you want to walk around with a big belly like that for the rest of your life? You want to walk around with your skin pulled tight and your belly button permanently stretched? We started this game. We’ve got to end this, Lauren!” I said quite firmly. “What if we went to a hospital? Surely they can put this right? What’s the point in waiting two more rounds before going? I’m going to be even more massive!” Lauren said. “How the hell are we going to explain this to them? Look...!” I said, pointing to her ballooning belly “...there’s no baby in there. It’s full of sperm! They won’t believe what’s gone on here. We’ll be detained by their mental health department for sure! There’s got to be some form of cure at the end of it all. It’s only a game after all. We’re going to have to take that chance, Lauren!”.

She knew I was right, as she slowly wobbled back to the game board. We couldn’t explain this at the hospital at this stage and we certainly weren’t going to with two more rounds still to go, but surely something would happen at the end of it all?

We moved onto the eighth round as Lauren took to her seat once more. It was clear this was becoming a very big belly for her to carry around. With two more riddles to answer and no doubt fail, I was struggling to see how much larger her poor belly could get. Call me shallow, but I didn’t want my girlfriend to end up with stretchmarks either but with her belly sticking quite some way outwards now, I was fearing the worst for her. Her belly button was now succumbing to this pregnancy of sperm. The top of it was now pushing proud of her belly’s enlarged, stretched surface, whilst the rest remained stretched flat. It was slowly being inverted under the pressure which no doubt must be getting large.

Once again, a lot of the letters weren’t appearing on the game board. Infact, it was probably getting worse. I tapped the board and wobbled it to try and get it to show more, but my attempts had failed. The riddle went:

W--t typ- of but--- -oes --t ----on?

This wasn't guesswork any more. We hardly stood even a slim chance. Lauren didn’t even want me to think about this and pressed the answer button herself before I even had chance to stop her. The letters again rolled round to read ‘Belly Button’. Ironic really, given the circumstances.

By now, just about no item of clothing could comfortably fit around her large belly. It had outgrown just about everything. Lauren sat there as her belly visibly swelled and her skin stretched increasingly tight around what was becoming quite a ‘globe’ sticking outwards from her frame. Her knickers had become more or less useless and were now sliding down between her thighs. Barring her bra, she was now effectively naked. She was also about to have a change of heart and look upon her...let’s just say...’circumstance’, in a lighter frame of mind. You see, as her belly continued to swell and distend further outwards from her otherwise slender frame, it was starting to have an effect on her hormones. To some surprise, a pleasant surprise at that, it was starting to make her horny.

"I'm probably gonna’ loose this belly shortly...." Lauren said, looking at me with the only kind of smile that would lead to some sort of intimate experience. She rubbed her enormously rounded out middle. “I think I could get used to this. You know...for real...when we have kids” she added. I just stood there and allowed her to speak. This was leading somewhere and I wasn’t disappointed as she continued on. “Do you wanna...you know” she added, smiling. Every fibre of my body said ‘yes’. My urge to have sex with her was unbelievably strong and I could no longer hide the fact that I’d lost self control over my manhood that in recent rounds I’d managed to stifle. It jutted noticeably forwards through my trousers. Only the constraints of the material stopped it from more or less springing straight up and out. She sat at the edge of the bed, removed her bra and looked across to me, totally naked. With both her hands down to her sides, she leant back by 45 degrees. Her ballooned out belly stretched tightly out in front of her in an acute, neat arc. Unbelievably, her belly button still hadn’t fully popped out. The top half had now inverted as the pressure continued to build, but the bottom half was still a flat, tight mark. I approached her. Whilst her skin looked pristine still, it felt tight. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her stomach. It felt firm, almost like rock. The only thing between my hand and my miraculously multiplied cum was the surface of her poor, stretched belly having to accommodate it. There must have been some serious weight inside of her. There was only one thing left to do - she liberated my manhood from the constraints of clothing and one thing led to another... At the end of it all, the inside of her tummy had been pushed out and filled with semen and the surface had largely been coated in it again. What a wonderful experience that I’ll never, ever forget.

After cleaning up, it was onto the ninth and final round. "Thank god we’re almost at the end of this. I really don't think my tummy has any more left to give" Lauren said, patting her belly. It’s sounded so full and firm. She hauled herself, supporting her lower belly in her hands, over to the seat for the final time.

The final seal had long since broken. Unfortunately, nothing was visible at all of this riddle barring what looked like the question mark at the end. All the writing had completely faded away. We both raised our shoulders looking at one another. There wasn’t anything we could do other than to hit the ‘answer’ button for the final time.

The button was pressed. This was it... The final stretch. My sperm was about to multiply some more and surely push my girlfriend’s already rounded out, heavily pregnant stomach to it’s limits. I slowly took a few steps backward as Lauren looked positively worried. She looked down at her huge, outward stretched belly and placed her left hand on it’s top as we both witnessed another inch or so slowly and silently appear to a waistline that was already easily large enough to accommodate a full-term baby. Her poor navel could take no more. I noticed the last half of her navel now pop outwards. It was now fully popped out. That last inch had proven too much for it. She slumped down onto the edge of the bed, still with her hand on her belly as the enlarged dimensions of her belly reached their conclusion.

She lay down on the bed to take the weight off her feet. Her belly made a strange internal ‘klopping’, lapping noise - much like the sound of a near full container of liquid being shaken and then left to settle. She had to lie on her side not only because of that, but because of the enormity of her belly. As she lay and closed her eyes to relax, the distention of her waistline become even more obvious. I didn’t want to openly say this to her, but I don’t know how her poor belly didn’t simply burst. Her skin looked not only stretched tight, but was also beginning to look slightly raw. As it was pulled drum tight, it also took on a slightly glossy appearance. It was a miracle at how she was still stretchmark free. As for her navel...dear me. It looked like a miniature hollowed-out volcano. The sides had pushed right up and outwards by a good half an inch. The centre was slightly sunken into the middle of it as the gravity of lying down sideways had made the centre shift. The pressure from within must have been enormous.

Lauren turned around to lie on her back and the enormity of her belly again was clear to see. I couldn’t help myself but to put my hand softly onto her stretched upwards dome. I could feel there was practically no give at all. My fingers were close to her belly button where upon noticing she said “Don’t stretch it any further! It’ll pull apart! It’s stretched out enough as it is!”. A fair point, I say! bending down slightly, it was shocking to see how even with no gravity there to push it outwards, she was so full that her belly still stretched right upwards . The top of her belly must have been the best part of a foot above her crotch. Her lower belly was just a wall of drum tight skin, as the bump had pushed her lower belly to face almost entirely downwards. She looked about a week overdue. Not a belly large enough to carry twins but certainly one that was carrying a large single.

A rude conclusion

"So what now?" Lauren said. She couldn’t see me as she looked directly downwards across the bed. All she could see was her massive outstretched belly towering many, many inches above her head. I shrugged my shoulders as she added “We’re going to have to go to the hospital after all! I could have saved myself gaining those remaining inches and ju...” Lauren added before suddenly stopping and holding the stretched out sides of her belly. “What’s up?” I said, jumping to my feet. It was clear that Lauren was feeling something going on. I took a step back, nervously. “I dunno...I’ve got a feeling that... I can’t describe... I need the toilet” she said.

So, she hauled herself to her feet and waddled over to the bathroom where the ‘glopping’ like noises continued from her ballooned out belly. This made her sound so full - which no doubt she was. I genuinely don’t think she could have become any fuller with any liquid, yet alone semen, if she tried. I feel she was on verge of, dare I say it, actually bursting. The weight she was hauling around must have been enormous. Her belly even began to sag slightly under the strain.

She closed the door behind her as she sat on the toilet. With almost no warning, vast jets of semen was being released from between her legs. It was escaping her womb. Was this the end to our bizarre adventure? She flushed the toilet after around half a minute as the jet continued to pour. Her enormous belly was gradually reducing in size. She was indeed pregnant with my cum, which had somehow increased in quantity within her womb due to the game and the pill I had taken. Whilst I’ve never said this to her, it sounded as if an elephant was peeing on the toilet. “I....I think this is it! It’s all coming out....” Lauren shouted through the door.

During this time, I returned to the game board. One by one, the seals closed themselves again. It was shutting itself down. After the last seal closed, which was the first one to open, the game fell silent and appeared to lie dormant. Much like the state it was in when I first clapped eyes on it. It was all over. As there were no pills left in the tin, I can only presume that this game could never be used again and no other couple would go through the experience we had shared. We were the last. I stood there for a few seconds, wondering what to do next. Should we take it home with us and show it to the rest of the world? No. That wouldn’t be sensible as we’d have very little evidence to prove this tale. Lauren certainly wouldn’t show to the public what baggy skin she may have had after the last drops of cum exited her and within months she’d hopefully show no signs anyway. Instead, I decided to return the game to where I found it - up in the attic space above our room. I had this done even before Lauren had finished in the toilet.

Lauren come out of the toilet holding onto the door frame looking, quite literally, deflated. She confirmed that she felt all the sperm had left her and whilst her belly still looked bloated, this was no doubt stretched skin she’d have to work hard to pull back into shape. At least her belly button had returned to being an innie, albeit wider than what it was previously. She looked around four months pregnant and wearing my baggy clothes, could probably enter the public areas of the hotel again without anyone even knowing what we’d just been through. After a brief rest and to gather our thoughts, we decided to leave the hotel and return home.

To this day, I can only presume the Tum.Me board game still sits there up in that attic, derelict.

THE END

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Well, that’s it folks. I hope you've enjoyed this as much as I’ve had in writing it. I've enjoyed writing up all my stories but I've particularly enjoyed doing this one. It’s been a real joy and I've had quite a 'buzz' out of it. The more I wrote, the more ideas to implement into it come to mind but decided to hold back as I didn't want it to become overly long.

You may have guessed that there's a certain film that I've taken inspiration from. Not so much with the characters or even the hotel to a certain degree. It’s the board game. Have you guessed, yet? It's Jumanji. I had that very much in the back of my mind whilst writing this.

So, what's next from me with regards to stories? To be honest, I don’t really know. As things stand, I'm near enough fresh out of ideas after this (I have one 'half-idea' but don't know whether to shelve it because, as it stands, it's too similar to one I've already made). I took a two week break from writing in around June and then had five days off in September. Other than that, I don't think I've had much of a break away from writing (here and elsewhere) this year! I think I'm going to take a couple of months off and start again sometime in the new year. Hopefully, I will have had some flashes of inspiration by then...!