Hello all! Just a quick background to this story to start off with. This is my very first story and I actually come up with this idea several years ago. Probably not far off a decade, actually. I have also started writing it not once, but twice and had to shelve the ideas on both occasions because both times I ended up loosing the lot due to both computers dying on me. The first was lost due to a power surge that fried everything. The second time come on my current machine which needed a replacement hardrive out of the blue. No - I had nothing backed up on either occasion.

A severe lack of 'private time' to write it has also been at a minimum in recent years and I really have to be in the correct mood and frame of mind to write material like this. So, it really has been a long haul!

This is now the third time I have made a real determined effort to get this story finished and made public once and for all. Finally, the time has come to share it with you all.

Whilst I’ve not necessarily missed anything out from my original drafts (some of it easy to re-type as it's long been set in my mind), there are certain aspects that I’ve amended to make it a little more ‘mainstream’ and what I hope would be appealing to most fellow members. The true, original story’s original character was different, which would have taken this into more of a minority niche. I’ve even chopped out one entire chapter which in the original was quite sexually explicit.

I would like to apologise in advance if any of this may be familiar to anything else posted in the story section. I can assure you that it’s both coincidental and unintentional. Any locations mentioned will be loosely based on a combination of real/existing places I’ve come across or been aware of over the years but of course the real names and locations altered for the purpose of this story.

This initial opening post is not the whole story by any means. This first 'chunk' only really sets the scene for the main part of the story, which I've roughly drafted and will be putting the finishing touches to over the next couple of days. It will probably be spread across three, maybe four parts to hazard a guess. I will make an effort to try and get everything up and done by the end of next week.

With that out of the way, I really hope you enjoy this little ‘fantasy’, which truly has been years in the making. All comments / constructive criticism welcomed.
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Jenna

Hello. My name is Jenna and last week I turned 18. I’m a quiet and not very socially active person. I generally keep myself to myself and only have a small circle of friends. My two best friends are Sandra and Kirsty who I’ve known since I was about three or four years old. We have grown up together and Sandra only lives about twelve houses down from where I do.

Over the years the three of us would play together, have sleep-overs at each other’s houses and share interests. As I grew up, they were the only two friends who seemed to stick by me. They trusted me and likewise, I trusted them. I did have other friends and people who I knew well, but they all came and went. As we got into our teenage years with raging hormones, Sandra, Kirsty and I started discovering boys and more intimate secrets would be reluctantly shared. Much more than just showing off each other’s developing breasts and curves. It also become a competition who had the nicest bum. I was the only one out of our little group who had yet to have a boyfriend.

On one particular evening discussing interests, this is when I let slip my fetish. A fetish I’d had from a young age and that had developed quite considerably over time. I had a fascination with my belly. I would stand in the mirror, lifting up my top looking at it from all angles in detail. I had worked hard on my figure and my belly was almost washboard flat. As time progressed and realised that I could carry children, I developed a fantasy over how my belly would swell with pregnancy. I started pushing my belly out for fun but only having a small waist meant as much as I pushed it out, it only ever looked as if I’d just had a good meal. I started using my thumb and forefinger around my oval innie belly button to stretch it a little. I told Sandra and Kirsty all of this.
I regretted telling them my biggest secret and the fact that I was not really good in meeting boys (I blush being quite shy) and never had a boyfriend made it sound even more silly. They were fascinated by this fetish though, but little more was said about it over the next few years. I liked my figure, ate healthy enough to keep it tip-top but never seemed to attract any attention, even by wearing crop tops to show a few inches of bare belly and back off. Maybe it was because I didn’t go down the route of ‘fake tanning’ so my skin was perhaps a little pailer than most other girls? Certainly not milk-bottle white though. Maybe it was because I never really went out drinking? I just couldn’t see what was wrong.

I done well at school but not particularly liking many people’s company as few paid attention to me, I decided to leave as early as I could and find a job. Unfortunately this didn’t turn out particularly well. The wages were barely more than legal minimum and I was struggling to help my parents run the house. Mum was too ill to work following on from a sudden heart attack a few years earlier and dad’s salary had been cut not once but twice thanks to the recession. We needed money. Not desperately so, but we needed a ‘boost’ and none of us could see where it was coming from. A Summer shutdown was fast aproaching where I worked and a shutdown in which I had four weeks to find additional income.

In the meantime, Sandra and Kirsty remained at school for the remaining two years and moved onto university. Both had above average grades in Biology and were now involved in medicine. Kirsty's dad was a doctor and Sandra's younger sister had childhood asthma, so they always had some interest in science. They began working under a reasearcher called Tina, who had been a woman’s health specialist for the past couple of years and was developing all sorts of new and exiting treatments for various problems and illnesses. A bit of an ‘unsung hero’ by all counts. That’s all I knew about her.

The realisation of a dream.

Both Sandra and Kirsty paid me a visit, with less than a week to go until the shutdown. I was applying for several temporary positions and getting nowhere. The pair paying me a visit in itself wasn’t particularly unusual as we still met up every week or so for drinks or just a general catch up. However, this time was a bit different. It was to discuss ‘old times’. To some embarrassment they recalled that night when we discussed our fetishes. They remembered my ‘thing’ about wanting to look pregnant. I thought they'd long forgotten. Being a bit embarrassed, even though pushing out my belly was still something I done in private, I tried to talk it down but they weren’t having any of it.

They had an offer for me. An offer which come as quite a surprise and an offer I took as a joke. Under the guidance of Tina in her own laboratory in recent months, they had accidentally discovered a new substance following on from a lab experiment which went wrong. They were refining it and were continuing to develop this new substance which under certain conditions, they claimed would apparently simulate pregnancy growth but over a considerably quicker period. I must admit, I laughed out loud thinking they were just having me on. It was impossible. They didn’t laugh back... Hmmm. Awkward...!

The concoction of chemicals they’d mixed in error had produced an unusual substance that reacted in a similar way to expanding foam used in the building industry. However, it didn’t expand at anywhere near the same rate and doesn’t solidify. It become an incredibly dense, thick gloopy liquid with an almost gel-like quality. They left the substance in a variety of small containers such as pots and test tubes for research. To some surprise over the coming days it had become incredibly viscous and had expanded in just about all directions to the point if it wasn’t starting to come out over the top of the test tubs and pots, it was actually causing them to buckle and crack though relentless, tough expansion. After a couple of weeks, they were left with various gloopy and reasonably neatly defined globes (or spheres) in varying sizes from tennis balls right the way up to basket balls that could be squeezed a little but bounced back out again.

This was when Sandra and Kirsty both recollected my pregnancy fantasy and at first offered suggestions to Tina that perhaps this new substance was something they could perhaps market and develop further. Apparently she seemed reluctant at first but when the pair got onto the subject of perhaps refining it enough to simulate a ‘pregnancy’ in some sort of expandable container such as a balloon disguised as a womans waistline or perhaps even use it to develop empathy bellies, she seemed to take much more interest.

Over the coming weeks more samples were made up using varying degrees of each chemical to see what results they got. Some didn’t work at all and in some cases ended up having to cut up a globe close to 50 inches in circumference with a sharp knife. Tina spent more and more time in the lab perfecting the substance to resemble a good full-term pregnancy. In lab conditions it had worked almost perfectly. Several artificial uterus’s took to the injection of fluid and from there expanded very much like the real thing. Given impregnation of these mix of chemicals into a real living uterus, there was no reason why it wouldn’t begin to fill the uterus and eventually swell out the belly of a real woman. Sandra and Kirsty were very excited.

It had all the bonuses of pregnancy but without the end result of a ‘real’ baby. A ‘synthetic’ pregnancy as such. They’d developed a liquid which would break down and dissolve the firm gel the chemicals had made. There would be no dreaded ‘C’ section at the end of it all which would leave my lovely belly with a scar I couldn’t account for.

It was a serious offer. Being the first person they wanted to try this on, they were willing to pay me the equivalent of half a year’s salary. The offer was too good to refuse. This was the first real chance I had of actually carrying out my long-term fetish of looking pregnant without actually being it. Best of all, I was being paid to be their ‘guinea-pig’. I had to do it. I just had to. I told them I’d accept. We all accepted that between us three and Tina, this would be kept a secret.

Sandra and Kirsty returned to Tina’s lab with the news. She was delighted. Now, they needed somewhere totally private to conduct the experiment and it certainly wasn’t in Tina’s laboratory, which was only part of a larger building. I would need some sort of surveillance and not exactly being completely ‘legal’, it had to be done in private and in an unsuspecting location. Tina had a suggestion. She knew of an old, abandoned hospital - Fernby Hospital. It fit the bill perfectly and it was some thirty miles away.

All I had to do was to find an excuse to disappear for three, maybe four weeks. Two weeks was around the average time it took for the gel to expand to it’s maximum. The other week would be it’s graudal removal and fingers crossed, my waistline to start shrinking back down to normal or certainly at least coverable size until I could tone back up again. Not being a particuarly good liar I simply ‘bent’ the truth to my parents. I advised them that I had found a temporary job which lasted for most of the summer shutdown. It was with Sandra and Tina - jobs my parents knew were well paid anyway. Also being some distance away from home as it wasn't in their usual lab, they were putting me up in a hotel. In no respect was I lying. I had just 'omitted' certain truths.

A few days had passed and everything had been set. Sandra and Kirsty collected me, I waved goodbye to my parents and we set off for Fernby Hospital. In the back of the car was various small pieces of lab equipment and some maternity clothes for the pending big belly! Tina had already been on site, gained access (I daren’t ask how...) and set up various rooms in the hospital with equipment powered by generators.

Upon arrival, I was confronted with a large and foreboding stone building which was built in the 1840’s. It first operated as an asylum for those with psychiatric illnesses. It become a hospital by the turn of the 1960’s and ceased to operate as the main hospital in the area just before the turn of the century. Being an aging building, it was deemed not only too remote but to expensive to operate and maintain. Sections remained opened for day-care and small treatments whilst others were effectively closed off and unused. What parts remained open finally closed down for good in 2003 when a new and much smaller centre of suitable size was constructed nearer town. The building had basically been left abandoned since. Most windows had long been boardered up with only a few on the second and roof floors which were left. Ivy had started climbing it’s way up the walls too. Sandra and Kirsty parked the car in the central and now overgrown courtyard.

It’s location was perfect. It was set half a mile back from the road it was situated off on it’s own gated private driveway and that road itself was another two miles away from the main road into town. There’s no mistake it was remote enough to perform the experiment in privacy and with space. The grounds of Ferby hospital were vast. Similar in dimensions to an old manor house and had many mature trees dotted around. All in all, the building was encompassed with trees, bushes and shrubbery. Beyond all of that was basically farmer’s fields.

We got out of the car and for a moment I stood outside and took a look at my belly whilst the others we’re busy unloading. I lifted my top up and thought this would probably be the last time my belly would see daylight before it would be notably larger than it is now. I stroked it, enjoying the feel of my soft supple skin with my right hand before pulling down my top again. With that out of the way, we gained entry to the old building. With the aid of torches and odd patches of light breaking their way through small slits of windows not covered correctly, we made our way upstairs to the old maternity ward . The brown sign stating this was still hanging from the ceiling. I was surprised at how good condition the interior of the building that I’d seen so far was. A lot of seating and other pieces of furniture remained in reception areas, the odd bed and privacy curtain remained in the few wards that we walked past and most of the typical hospital signage was still largely in place. It’s clear it hadn’t been trashed and probably never set foot in since it closed. The only real sign of decay was odd patches of peeling paintwork from the roof and walls. For a building unused for ten years, it really was in surprisingly decent condition inside.

We made our way through to the Maternity reception area where were was a hum of a generator somewhere in the background and signs of lighting. This was the first time I met Tina. She was dressed in a navy blue nurses uniform with a matching thick elasticated belt. She was very pretty and in no way how I’d imagined her to be, given both Sandra and Kirsty’s description of her being very dedicated to her job and didn’t get out all that much. She had brunette hair with blond streaks tied up into a neat ponytail and had a slim figure. The best way to describe her nature from this first meeting with her was she was firm but fare and a little mysterious. She let slip that she’d just turned 40 when she asked if I was also 18 like my friends Sandra and Kirsty. She really didn’t look 40 at all. Early to mid 30’s maybe... She was reluctant to talk about her personal life away from work. All she was giving away at this point was that she was both a former trainee nurse and nurse at Fernby Hospital and remained there until it closed before moving on into women's health. The benefit of that was she knew the layout of the building and how the equipment worked. Or what there was left of it, anyway...

She went though the general plans of what was planned for me, or my belly rather, over the coming two weeks. In short, I would be impregnated with the substance first thing in the morning. Over the next fortnight, in the privacy of the old hospital and it’s grounds, I should see my belly swell in size until it was there or thereabouts the size of a woman at full term. Basically, a two week but full size pregnancy. All changes to my waist would be photographed and documented to help with further research. With that out of the way, I was taken to my ‘room’ which was a private maternity room within a ward. It had already been cleaned up for my arrival. It even had a board-free window! If it wasn’t for the dirtiness of the window, you’d be hard pushed to say this room had last been used by a patient ten days ago, yet alone a full decade. I had a lot to take in and it was time to sleep.

(PART TWO TO FOLLOW)

Nice build up. Can't wait for the next bit.

(PART TWO)

The Impregnation

After a good night’s sleep, the time had come. I was about to live out my dream of looking pregnant. Not just pretending, but as close to real as it could be without being pregnant for real. I made my way out of my little private quarters to the main windowless Ultrasound Room which Tina had set up. The generator was still running in an adjacent room which was providing the soft, amber glow from the temporary lights to the room. I examined the equipment. This really was the real thing. As I picked up the Doppler Probe, Tina appeared from behind and smiled. We chatted for a short while when Tina put on some hospital rubber gloves.

If this was to work, there was no going back. They couldn’t squirt in the substance only to break it down should I change my mind. What was forming had to remain inside me until it had grown to it’s maximum size. It was either pull out now or allow this substance to take it’s course and swell inside my womb. If it failed it may make no difference or might just push my belly out slightly. A good combination, that Tina was reasonably confident about, might make me notably swell looking like I was more than half way though pregnancy.

However I knew from Sandra and Kirsty’s observations that Tina had almost perfected the size of the globes to max out somewhere in the region of seven and a half months to full term. The mix in the chemicals was so minute that it was hard to judge just what type of mix was about to be entering me. There was a chance that it could stretch my lovely belly right out to the equivalent of full term. I must admit, I was kind of hoping it wouldn’t quite go as far as the last possibility as I didn’t want stretch marks and wanted to get my figure back in a reasonable time. I did express my concern to Tina but again, she just smiled and assured me that she knew what she was doing, I had nothing to worry about and that they had enough anti stretch mark creams, lubricants and gels to keep my skin nice and supple. True to her word, they were all stacked up on the shelf above.

I wasn’t going to pull out of this. Not now. Too much work had gone into this just to get this far. If I was to pull out, they’d only find another ‘guinea pig’ to test this out on. The opportunity was too good to waste not only for the money but for my long term desire to look pregnant. I nodded to give the go ahead.

Well, this was it. The moment of truth. Sandra and Kirsty left the room leaving me with Tina. She asked me to drop my pants and nickers. She needed to get good penetration and needed to inject the substance past my cervix. After a local anesthetic, a strange object shaped similar to a dildo penetrated deep into ‘you know where’. Tina operated this strange device. A needle at the end pushed forwards. It penetrated through the cervix into the bottom of my womb. She squirted every last drop out. Throughout all of this her face looked deadly serious. Once it was all done she finally smiled and told me to redress my bottom half before going off and meeting Sandra and Kirsty for breakfast. It was too early to tell if it had succeeded and ‘taken’. It had to ‘settle in’ first.

So it begins...

An hour or so had passed and this was the moment if I found out if I really was pregnant. Back to the ultrasound room and this time with Sandra and Kirsty wishing me luck. I lay on the examining table as Tina pulled up my top to reveal my bare belly. Being quite a shy person I was a little embarrassed that all three people were now focusing on my bare belly. I proceeded to undo my pants and I wiggled to pull them down a little. Unfortunately it wasn’t quite enough and Tina pulled the front down further. She pulled them right down to almost my public bone and slid in a tissue, so the ultrasound gel wouldn’t get on my clothes.

Kirsty appeared with the gel and then squirted it out onto my belly. She must have applied a little too much as it covered my belly entirely and the residue pooled into and completely filled my belly button. Sandra handed the probe to Tina. The probe was quite cold. You could hear the sticky sound of the sliding probe. The residue on top of my belly ran down the sides. After a short period of this movement she stopped dead and all three focused on the screen. Tina smiled and that caused Sandra and Kirsty to go ecstatic and start clapping and cheering. They didn’t have to tell me that it had taken and had worked. The substance had taken and now the chemical reaction was slowly underway. To all tense and purposes, I was now officially ‘pregnant’. All there was left to do from here on in for the next fortnight was to watch my belly expand.

Sandra and Kirsty took down all my vital measurements as there really wouldn’t be much difference, if any at all to my waist for the next day or two. They were even efforts at trying to measure the width, length and depth of my belly button but it proved not exactly the easiest part of my body to measure accurately enough! Numerous pictures were also taken from just about every angle. Before we had chance to do anything else, on went all the various skin creams and lotions. I fingered my belly button with it and it was still sticky and glinting from it a few hours later.

For the first few days, I was given several ultrasounds as there was no real visible progress from the outside. Maybe a slight flabby looking bulge at the bottom of my belly and my pants were slightly tight, but that could have been down to quite a heavy lunchtime meal. The ultrasounds revealed promising progress. The gel was becoming increasingly viscus and growing inside. My uterus was now covered in it and was now filling out from within. Any time now, I would start ‘showing’ with more certainty. There wasn’t much ‘regular’ inside space left inside me before my belly would have to begin expanding to compensate. Wasting no more time, I kept my top off, slapped on the skin lotions and spent the rest of the day with my belly glinting and shining.
Day three come round and as I woke up and looked down, I felt quite bloated. I looked down at myself in bed and noticed that there was a small ‘convex’ look about my belly. Feeling around with my hands confirmed that it certainly felt larger than usual. I stood up and stared at myself wearing solely bra and knickers in the full length mirror provided. All had felt had now been been confirmed.

I looked at myself from the side. My belly was definitely sticking out, now. I had never been able to push my belly out whilst pretending this far before. This was now definitely the fattest my belly had ever been. From the front there wasn’t a great deal of difference other than it looked as though I was pushing out my belly. Again I turned sideways, there was a small but notable bulge and I couldn’t suck it in. It was time to experiment with some pre-pregnancy clothing. My crop tops which used to reveal an inch or two of bare waist were now revealing more like three to three and a half inches.

I could still fit into my skinny jeans and jean shorts as my bum and hips remained the same. However there was no way I could button them up as normal as I had done only the previous afternoon. The only way this was possible was by pushing them down towards my pubic bone and then buttoning them up. It was a tight fit but I just about managed it.

I looked in the mirror and examined myself another time and now my growth was clearer with clothes on. From the rear I remained a typical, well shapen teenage girl. I spun around. Looking back at me was most of my bare and notably bulging waist below my belly button. I could really see the bottom of my belly now bulging forwards, squeezing it’s size through my clothing. It was curved in a perfect soft ‘U’ shape that ran almost between the width of my belly. I’d managed to button my pants just at the the bottom most point of this ‘U’.

I lifted my crop top. So far, so good for my belly’s ‘eye’ - my navel. Even though my belly was pushing it out away from me a little further than it had been before, it remained a definite oval innie. It was quite amusing to see how it looked when my belly around it was fattening out. I could stuffed myself sick with food and it would happily cope with that sort of strain.

I started to feel a little hormonal in a good way, thinking about all the pretending I had done in the past. This wasn’t a very thin pillow wrapped around my lower waist any more. This wasn’t pretending. This growth was coming from inside me. It really was inside my belly and what bulge there was there that I ran my hands up and down really was me. It was my skin being pushed outwards. It felt good, really good.

Tina examined me again and whilst she remained professional and quite serious about it all, it was clear she was was delighted with the progress which was now clearly becoming visible. Another ultrasound revealed my uterus was now expanding due to the growing and increasing viscosity of the substance. All available room had been taken and now the only way for it to continue was by pushing things outwards. Sandra and Kirsty were laughing and pointing at my waist the first time they saw it that morning. They bent down to my belly for a closer look. We went for a walk around the hospital and it’s grounds. My friends still with their thin waists and me, well, looking positively chunky up front. No top I had covered my belly so I had to go around with the bottom bit bellow my belly button more or less permanently on display. I didn’t want to wear maternity clothes as I was enjoying the feeling of this expansion so far. My pants kept sinking lower that the top of my bum occasionally made an appearance! The best I could get them was for them to sit high at the back and then low at the front around the bulge.

The little bulge wasn’t staying that little. Time went by and slowly but surely my belly was beginning to fill out. My cute little ‘U’ bulge was beginning to disappear as the bulge filled and began to become more prominent. It had now grew around to the far sides. I was beginning to see a little ‘shelf’ forming at the top of my belly which was now starting to push a little bit outwards. Below my breasts, I could see the very top and centre of my belly starting to push forwards. This ran in a soft curve down both sides to join up with the bulge at the bottom - much like the shape of an egg.

My selection of crop tops were now feeling the strain, struggling to contain my bulging waist. Pulling them tightly down, not one of them was now able to cover my belly button. All would just about sit above it, cutting in ever so slightly making it appear to tilt upwards. The bulge below this was now obvious from a distance. My pants were now impossible to button up I had to leave them undone as my belly had now expanded it’s way forwards through the buttoning point. In the mirror there was a definite bump now showing. Still not huge by any means, but large enough that now it was becoming very hard to stretch my original clothes to accommodate it all.

I could very well be imagining it but I think my belly button was now at last beginning to show at least some small signs of the strain. It was still it’s usual lovely oval shape and still very much an innie. However something didn’t look quite right about it. It looked fractionally wider than it normally did. Going back over previous pictures seem to back me up. Maybe the skin around my belly was becoming slightly tighter and perhaps starting to retract around the front as the size of the side of my belly was beginning to increase. No one else at this point had noticed this difference but considering I loved my belly button and spent so many years admiring it, I could tell!

I was now definitely looking pregnant, not just ‘a bit chunky’ any more. The rest of my body remained the same but there was no mistaking that my belly was now filled with more than just a good meal. Slowly but surely it was pushing further outwards.

(PART THREE TO FOLLOW)

PART THREE

Getting bigger...

The speed of my waistline’s increase was steadily gaining pace, as were my (so far, successful) efforts to keep my skin lovely and supple. A few more inches had been gained and now my crop tops were simply not able to cover my belly. At full stretch I could get them to within an inch or so from the top of my belly button but they immediately rolled up as my bare belly was now looking as if it was ballooning out in front. I could get my jeans around my hips still but the growing belly was now beginning to stretch and push out from below. My big toes were still visible when I looked down but I couldn’t help but notice a spherical arc of belly sticking out there.

Even though my skin remained blemish free, it was becoming tighter. That ‘fleshiness’ feel was being expanded and stretched away. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. My belly really was looking moderately pregnant now. Up until this point I had every confidence in getting my figure back without much trouble. I felt as though I was at my belly’s ‘elastic limit’. Now though, there really was a big belly to get rid of. From the sides it was now prominently sticking out and rounded, being pushed ever larger from the growing globe inside my womb.

Time continued on and I looked down again. My feet had now disappeared below my expanding waist. All I could see looking down was a neat and perfectly even bulging arc of belly beyond my breasts. In front of the mirror it was now clear my lovely belly button was feeling the increasing strain from within. My growing belly was stretching my skin. My belly button was now becoming wider. Tina, Sandra and Kirsty had to see this now. My lovely oval was now becoming a little rounded in appearance. I think this was a result of the side ‘walls’ of it being pulled due to being at the extremity of my big belly and migrating ever further from me, the inside bottom of my belly button was now clearly visible.

Everyone noticed my belly button at the next ultrasound. Kirsty was pointing at it commenting that it was looking stretched. I lay there with my bare belly now growing upwards and having a feeling of being quite ‘violated’. Sandra measured my belly confirming the rate of which it was expanding was now increasing and indeed, the latest measurement on my belly button not only confirmed that it had become slightly wider, it also wasn’t quite as deep as it was. My innie was becoming shallower. Tina glanced down at it after taking down some more notes. Notes of which I’d yet to see. Without the tone of voice sounding too caring or concerned, she predicted that it would be popped out within a day or two at this rate.

Me, Sandra and Kirsty went for our usual walk around the hospital. Whilst I was still walking perfectly normally, I could now very clearly feel the increased size was having an effect when I was approaching closed doors or having to squeeze past things. I noticed when approaching a closed door I found that my belly was now forwardly pronounced enough that on a few occasions I come close to bumping into them. Tight gaps which we were slipping by and squeezing through only a few days prior were now becoming incredibly difficult for me. Everything up front was feeling quite tight and I couldn’t help but notice at how my belly was now beginning to bounce as I walked. It felt like a ‘tight wobble’. Outside the hospital we made a brief tour of the nearby grounds in seclusion. It was so odd looking at my bare pregnant belly in natural daylight. My friends either side of me walking on overgrown pathways with their in-tact figures with most of my ballooning belly clearly popping out in front though my clothing. At least it gave all the creams and gels a chance to soak into the skin and dry.

I eventually plucked up enough courage and in private asked Tina about my belly button. I liked my innie and didn’t mind it stretching. It comes as part and parcel with real pregnancies. However, with this only being a pretend ‘pregnancy’, I was beginning to dislike the idea of it properly popping out. Unfortunately Tina didn’t offer much in the way of comfort for me. She was an honest person and advised me that I would be lucky to keep it in any other state than popped out by the end of the experiment. Most women end up with popped out belly buttons. Some larger than others. With my small frame, she told me it was already doing well by staying ‘in’ as far along as it has done so.

Another day had passed and my belly was larger again. I woke up and found that I seemed to have grown more overnight. Sleeping on my back was now becoming uncomfortable and I was surprised to see when I pulled back the covers at how far upwards my belly was now stretching out under the smallest pressure for it to stick out. Again, more changes to my belly button were taking place. Still resisting the stretch it remained an innie but was shallower again. Tina’s words the previous day were still ringing in my ears. I was now prepared for the moment it would resemble a third nipple.

Oh my god...

For the first time, I was becoming a little nervous about this whole project. Not being in control of my own body was a great turn-on in theory. Even up until the last day or two it remained that way in reality. However, this was now a little scary. My waistline was gaining more and more inches as the globe continued pushing my belly ever further outwards. I was at about the maximum I wanted to be and unfortunately, this wasn’t yet day fourteen - the final day we all knew this expansion would stop. It wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. I was now going beyond where I wanted to be.

So, I had to accept that I was now going to go beyond this stage. Hour by hour, my belly kept on getting that little bit larger, sticking a little bit further out than it had done. Hour by hour my skin become that little bit tighter. In comparison with a real pregnancy, my belly was now approximately the size of someone around 32, maybe 33 weeks gone. Much like a real pregnancy at that point, my belly was now beginning to literally ‘balloon’ outwards in one last big push as the globe was reaching it’s optimum. My belly was without doubt going to be a good, full term size. Thankfully, it remained blemish free. No stretch marks whatsoever.

Time went by and my belly continued to expand. My pre-pregnancy underwear was at full stretch, disappearing out of sight below by truly full belly. The fact that my hips and bottom had hardly changed throughout was the only reason I could at least just about cover my nether regions with them. My pants? Not a chance. My tops? They were now more like sports bras. The size of my belly was beginning to arc my back and I was now definitely ‘waddling’ like a pregnant woman. My belly bouncing tightly up and down as I moved.

My belly button to my pleasant surprise still wasn’t ready to give up! It continued flattening out was now little more than a lumpy mark on my very large, impregnated belly. Tina was surprised and both Kirsty and Sandra were shocked at it’s appearance. It was now almost entirely flat, no more than a matter of a millimeter deep. Flat against the stretched and pushed out skin. It certainly looked more circular than oval now, with little horizontal ‘lips’ of pulled skin at it’s top and bottom where it had grown distorted from it’s original shape. We were nearly there and it was surviving!

Day thirteen come and it was the final full day of further expansion. Tina already noted that I was now comfortably full term size. There was no hiding the fact that my poor stretched belly was huge. In under two weeks it had gone from slim and well toned to being heavily pregnant. If my belly had a mind of it’s own, who knows what it must have thought what was going on for it to balloon and balloon so rapidly.

There were genuinely pregnant women out there close to twice my age who would be giving birth with bellies no bigger or fuller than mine, now. My young, small frame hand’t quite resulted in a belly to match. My small frame just meant that my belly was probably proportionately larger that that of someone twice my age at full term. How I hadn’t seen stretch marks was somewhat of a miracle.

On my ultrasound, Tina said she could hear some deep gurgling sounds through the stethoscope. A sign that the chemical reaction was close to using up all it’s fuel to grow. I thought I could actually hear my belly growling but thought it was just me or perhaps my poor belly under all this immense pressure.

Finally, it was day fourteen. In Tina’s lab, no globe had continued to grow after this day regardless of the chemical mix. I took my final walk (or ‘wobble’ rather) around the grounds and taking full advantage of having this incredibly large belly. After a while I returned back to my room where I rested.

I must have drifted off. An hour had passed and I woke up sitting slouched on my bed. I felt a strange feeling at the front of my belly as I sat up. It felt like a short thud. A bit like elastic giving way but not as violent. Was I about to actually burst?! I felt around my huge, firm belly and could feel no difference until I reached the front. It couldn’t be...could it? I stood up and faced the mirror.. It had finally happened. Out popped my belly button. On the final day, a day where I was now probably ‘overdue’ in terms of size, it had finally succumb to the synthetic pregnancy. It had done me proud. It hadn’t popped out properly thankfully. It had risen a few millimeters proud of the surface and one lying down, it had sunk back to being it’s ‘stretched out flat’ look. Sandra found it very amusing.

It was time for the final ultrasound and of course, final measurements. Make no bones about it - I felt enormous and Tina admitted not only that I was now going beyond larger than full term, my waistline had stretched a few inches further than she thought it would have done.

Kirsty ‘flicked’ my belly with her fingers for a laugh. It remained firm and solid. A funny ‘thump’ sound coming from my poor stretched skin - tight as a drum. Final pictures were taken and it was time to get the globe out of me and allow my belly to start it’s journey back towards me, rather than being distended far out in front. Sandra and Kirsty left the room. It was just me and Tina.

I lay back down on the bed. I couldn’t see what was going on down there. I glanced down, lifting my head slightly off the pillow but it was no luck. All I could see barring my breasts was my heavily swollen belly. It was stretched right up, heading upwards as if it was trying to reach the bright white stand alone light, which was now pointing at my nether regions. The soft amber light in the room from the generator’s power made the tight skin shimmer and the bump was casting an obvious and slightly alarming, large shadow as I looked to the wall to the side of me.

After another local anashtetic, a tube was inserted into ‘you know where’ and the relevant mixture pumped into my already stretched to the max belly. It would now take it’s course as it would break down the globe. The tube would now have to remain inserted as it would begin slowly sucking out the degrading material. If I wanted to walk around, I would have to push around a wheeled container which was collecting it all.

Over the course of the next week, my belly shrunk and shrunk well. My belly button reverted back to being an oval innie - maybe slightly wider than what it was before at this stage. At first it popped back in and then become deeper and deeper once more. What a relief. By the time it was small enough to disguse with big tops, it was time I said goodbye to Tina and returned home with Sandra and Kirsty.

That was then. This is now.

Anyway, all this was two months ago. Myself and my parents are a little more comfortable financially and they’re still unaware of these events. Since that time I’ve gained more confidence in myself. I’m a regular at the gym and have been from the very day I returned home. My figure has returned and most of my stretched skin has retracted almost completely back to it’s pre-pregnancy shape and appearance. Given another month I bet for any stranger to look at my belly and tell that I’ve been ‘pregnant’.

To some surprise given the project was so secret, a small number of my simulated pregnancy pictures have been leaked out online. For anyone who would stumble across what there is of them out there, no one would be any the wiser as I just look like a regular, pregnant teenage girl. Fortunately, the pictures which have leaked either don’t show my face or have been very cleverly photoshopped. Either inadvertently or otherwise, it’s protected my real identity.

Tina mysteriously left her job as a Women’s Health specialist at the laboratory shortly after returning from Fernby Hospital. A job she worked years to achieve and following on from discovering these mix of chemicals, appeared to become overcome and obsessed with them. Their powers in simulating pregnancy had almost become infectious to her. She wished Sandra and Kirsty all the best and promoted them to run the laboratory in her absence. Unfortunately, she left with all the test results, the pictures (including those leaked online) and remaining samples of chemicals. No one knows where she’s disappeared to or what her motives are. We may never find out what really went on in Tina’s mind or indeed, her largely mysterious past.

Fernby Hospital? It remains the same as it did the day we left. Derelict. All evidence of our inhabitance of the place was completely cleared. I know a planning application of converting the whole complex into numerous luxury apartments went in about a week after we left as I read about it online.

Sandra and Kirsty remain my best friends and are now in charge of the laboratory under the supervision of someone else. We still meet up regularly and each and every time one of the first things they do is to lift up my top to see how my belly is getting on! Unfortunately due to their relative inexperience in their line of work, they’re now unable to get hold of the very same chemicals used to produce what they have now nicknamed ‘The Belly Bloater’. As the project was so secret and no doubt illegal, they daren’t mention it to anyone else.

Lastly, my hormones seemed to have come on stronger since this test. I have gained a lot of confidence in myself and I’ll begin actively looking for a boyfriend once I’m confident my body is back in top condition. As I strip off in front of him, or he strips me off, my damn near perfect body will be revealed bare to him. This will include my almost flat belly and oval belly button - just as it was before all of this. He’ll never know just how hugely ‘pregnant’ and filled out my waistline was only a few months ago. To their knowledge, I remain pristine and unused. This little secret of mine is enough alone to turn me on.

THE END

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So, there we have it! The first story that I’ve ever made public. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have had in translating it the best I can from my mind, down into words. I would also like to thank you all very much for taking the time to read it.

Apologies for the delay in getting the third and final part posted. I have had serious internet connection problems over the last week otherwise this would have been up at the end of last week as I was really trying to push for. Again, the 'delay curse' of this story strikes again...!

I like to think that I pride myself on descriptive work. Infact, most of this story simply come out from some of the sentences in the second and third parts. It basically grown around it as time went by. Again whilst there has been detail changes in this from my initial drafts which would have taken this into more of a specific niche, it’s not a hundred miles away from the original idea I had getting on for ten years ago!

I would very much welcome any comments you have on this story, any favourite parts in particular and whether it be a general ‘thumbs up’ or whether you have any constructive criticism. Any feedback I have will help me to improve upon anything I may decide to do in the future along the lines of story writing for our community.

I do have one or two other story ideas in my head (although not written down) if anyone would be interested in them at some point in the future...!

Great story! You should make another one, same girl, but this time double the batch for a twin pregnancy. Maybe another girl could try it at the same time for some comparing between them?

Many thanks for the feedback and apologies for the lengthy delay in responding to you and indeed anyone else waiting patiently for a response. It’s much appreciated and anything at all I get back will give me at least some guidance on where I can go if I choose to ‘make a thing’ of writing these pregnancy/inflation-themed stories.

I’ve actually been very tempted to develop Tina’s character further and create a bit of a background for her (the story may have dropped a few hints!). I have an idea which I think can work - almost certainly as a loose ‘prequel’ to this. There’s a possibility I’ll return to her in a ‘prequel’ guise at some point in the future pending on the usual free time constraints e.t.c...

I’ve given your suggestions some thought over Jenna, the lead character. She was a character who I only created as a replacement to what was supposed to be the true, original lead character to this (which would have made this much more of a ‘niche’ story) and to be honest I wasn’t even considering doing anything else with her! She was simply a 'stand in' for what would have been a much more surprising character.

However I have taken this on board and am pleased to announce that I do currently have another story in development/draft form at the moment (thanks to some unexpected free time over the past two weeks). I can confirm that Jenna will very much be involved. I won’t say any more! As I’m getting towards what I suspect is the half way though the draft, I'll likely be posting the new story in ‘chunks’ again. The first part may be posted as quickly as within the next day or two if I can find a few spare hours to ‘proof read’ what I’ve already done and make the usual ‘tweaks'. I’d imagine the story in full should be posted up by the end of the month to hazard a rough guess. Again, over two or three parts pending on how it develops.

Thanks again!