A Surprise Expectation

Story classifications: (As now mandated by Anna.) (Here is the ‘Fine print’). Bondage tale - An Unexpected Pregnancy. Intercourse tale - An Unexpected pregnancy. Perverted Sex Play tale - An Unexpected Pregnancy. Public Exhibition tale - An Unexpected Pregnancy. This narrative covers those subjects as well as other rather gross and repulsive elements. It could be offensive to anyone or everyone. Don’t read it! - If you must, do so at your own risk. Many of my tales feature a number before the title, along with dates that show when they were published. Though one tale isn’t strictly a continuation of another, they sometimes reference events from earlier stories. I try to include references when this occurs.\nCharacters: {Me: Master}, {My wife: Submissive}. 21 – An Unexpected Pregnancy. 08/16/09 I stopped by the tire shop recently to get new rubber for my car. Anyone who has bought tires knows how it goes. You walk in and tell them what you want or need, they try to upsell you double, you haggle a compromise, then wait around while they fit the tires on your vehicle. While waiting for the work to be completed, I paced around the building several times to keep from being bored stiff. On about my third lap past the storage pen where dead tires are kept before shipping off for recycling or turning into swings, I noticed an old inner tube in the pile. Most people seeing an old inner tube would likely think it’s just trash and walk on by. Perhaps it was my boredom level combined with thinking of rather perverted things at that moment, but suddenly something clicked, and I decided I had to have that specific inner tube. I went back to the office and asked the manager about it. He seemed happy to give away what he considered junk. I retrieved the tube from the scrap pile and put it in my car’s trunk. I suppose I’m a collector of sorts at heart. A few days later, I finally had some free time to get online again. I recalled seeing someone on E-Bay during a previous browsing session who called himself ‘The rubber guy’ or similar, selling various types of rubber goods. From what I remember, he mainly sold sheets of rubber that you could shape into whatever you desired. He offered many kinds including latex, neoprene, butyl, and other rubbers less familiar to me. I did some searching and soon found several companies or individuals offering comparable products. I sent a couple of E-Mails explaining what I was looking for as best I could, without revealing the gory details of exactly what kind of project I had in mind. That part was somewhat vague; my description wasn’t precisely what I’d fabricate, but close enough that minor differences wouldn’t matter much. I provided approximate measurements and asked them to reply with descriptions of items similar to my request. Naturally, I also requested a price quote. Within days, I received several responses to my E-Mails. One gentleman seemed to understand exactly what I wanted and offered what sounded like suitable material at a fair cost. When his E-Mail arrived, I immediately placed my order for his product. Four or five days later, a package came containing precisely the piece of rubber I had been seeking. Now that I possessed

raw materials it was time to make myself a pattern and then get to work and actually fabricate my creation. I started with the piece of rather heavy flat rubber, which I had purchased to match the thickness and other properties of the inner tube. I cut it to the approximate size and shape that I needed to create what would basically be a corset. Not being a seamstress this wasn’t really anything fancy. Basically what I made was a flat sheet that would wrap around the waist much like a belt. I don’t like the term ‘belt’ here, because this was wide enough to start at, or just above the pubic area and went well up to the chest area. It covered the entire stomach and a little more. It narrowed slightly in the back because it seemed to fit better that way. I had purchased a zipper, which I attached to the ends of the piece, which would be closed at the back. As is implied by the term corset, it was designed and sized to fit quite snugly. In fact, using myself as a model it was almost impossible for me to pull it tightly enough behind me to enable me to zip it up. This wouldn’t be a problem if two people were involved. The next step involved the inner tube. I cut the tube along its sidewalls and measured a length along what would have been the tread to cover a little more than my stomach area. I bonded the pieces together with tire cement, spreading the cement on both pieces of the rubber, letting it dry thoroughly and then pressing them together. Getting things lined up properly was quite a job because once the pieces touched they were permanently bonded and weren’t coming apart. I salvaged the valve assembly off of the inner tube and installed it on the top of my creation. It may have been somewhat difficult for the non-perverted reader to follow what I had built. The final product that I ended up with could be described as I have before as a corset. This corset had a second layer over the stomach area that could be inflated to produce a potbelly effect. The curve of the tire produced a bulge, which would stick out from the rather flat stomach area behind the curved tire piece. This bulge would be accentuated as the device was inflated. In and of itself, this was really no big deal and most people would probably scoff in what I had built. A device when inflated that would make a person look fat or potbellied. The magnitude of the potbelly effect could be adjusted by adjusting the inflation pressure. Of course, this was only part of an idea. It was now time to assemble the rest of what I would need and wait for the appropriate opportunity to make my move.

• o O o - Those of you that are as sick as I am have probably already figured out where this story is going. For the more normal or only slightly perverted people I’ll explain that what probably had gotten me started on this whole thing and had somehow sparked my original idea with the inner tube was that a day or two prior to my fateful trip to the tire store my wife and I had been discussing pregnancy. Not that either of us was pregnant but rather that one of her friends had announced her pregnancy. Getting back to the hear and now, I had lucked out by drawing a blue card this weekend. When the blue card presented itself on Friday evening I was fully prepared. The rules of our games clearly state that if we are going to play in public that the dominant either has to ensure that the submissive will not be recognized or the game has to be moved or taken to someplace where it is unlikely that we will run into someone that recognizes us. A drive of an hour and a half or so from Denver to Colorado Springs would take us far enough away that I was free to play, as I liked. I decided that it was time that my submissive became pregnant. If she was not pregnant in actuality, at least she could be figuratively by simulating the condition. As you might guess the preparations started with my home made modified corset. I had my submissive lay down on the bed; face down with the front of the

She wore a corset underneath. It required some work to bring the edges together and start the zipper. Once it was underway, there was still quite a bit of effort needed to draw the sides in, advance the zipper further, pull again, move the zipper up a notch more, until eventually it reached its top position. The fit was as snug as I’d hoped for. I attached a rubber tab over the zipper slider so that I could secure it with a small padlock; I didn’t want it coming undone unexpectedly.

With the corset positioned correctly, inflation began. My goal was realism: inflating it with air would create volume and make her appear pregnant, but babies are relatively light—only five to ten pounds—with much of their mass being fluid and other dense materials that nearly double that weight. I decided to fill the device with water instead to better mimic a baby’s actual heft. I managed to pump in just over two and a half gallons of warm water. It took some time to remove trapped air bubbles, but once done, she had a belly that was both supple and firm, adding about twenty pounds without any sloshing noises.

Next, I enhanced her bust. I bought a bra significantly larger than her usual size and inserted commercially available gel-filled breast enhancers after strapping it on her. She really started to look pregnant now. But appearance wasn’t the only goal; I wanted her sensation of pregnancy to be as convincing as possible within reasonable limits, aided by the corset.

The water-weighted corset was heavy, pressing inward against her stomach just as much as it bulged outward visibly. Although I haven’t tested this personally, I’m confident that over time she would come to dislike wearing it.

I won’t give a biology lecture here, but real pregnancy involves more than just an enlarged abdomen. It starts gradually, with the fetus growing substantially over time. Since babies thrive in liquid—mostly water plus other biological materials known as afterbirth—all this adds considerable weight and takes up space, which we see as abdominal distension. The baby displaces internal organs: pushing the stomach upward, shifting bowels aside, pressing the bladder into a corner, and using kidneys as cushions. This explains why pregnant women are often moody or irritable—perhaps all women are, though I won’t speculate too far.

The idea is that while perfect imitation isn’t possible, adding internal volume and constricting from outside brings us closer to reality.

In a natural pregnancy, a mother adjusts slowly over nine months. Pregnancy isn’t necessarily painful or uncomfortable; the challenge here was approximating an eight-month condition suddenly rather than gradually. I expect pushback from women who believe they know better than my precise masculine analysis!

Her padded bra contributed further to this sensation, and the gel added weight too. Another component included a butt plug for her.

This piece was also inflatable; choosing water over air again…

te it with warm water. The final piece was a toy that I had used before. My submissive both loved and hated this rather devious device. Last Easter I had purchased a bag of plastic Easter eggs. The kind about the size of a normal egg, which you fill with candy and hide for the kids. I had gotten hold of a solid lead 1 oz. musket ball and had sealed it inside of one of the eggs, using epoxy to seal the egg closed. One ounce doesn’t sound like much, but a one-ounce marble appears quite heavy. Rolling around inside that egg it generated quite some vibrations. The shifting weight only adds to the sensations it produces. Without setting it on a table it is almost impossible to hold the egg still enough that the ball doesn’t roll around inside. I added a small amount of lubrication and slid the egg into her. The egg itself didn’t really have a specific ‘pregnancy’ function in my plan, but I figured that it might help to add some volume inside of her and help to enhance experience and possibly provide a little more realism for her. Anticipating the plug and possible other toys I had included a strap that would fasten between the legs when I assembled the corset. Like the corset itself the strap fit quite snugly and needed to be stretched some to attach it to the corset in back another small padlock ensured that the strap wouldn’t come loose or fall off unexpectedly. Now that my initial preparations were complete and she was thoroughly compressed and stuffed I requested that my submissive stand so that I could see what she looked like. I have to say I was rather pleased with the results. As she struggled to stand, and then stood there she indeed looked very pregnant. She also looked rather uncomfortable. Her rather generalized negative reaction only made me feel better about what I had created. Even if I was only commending myself, I had done well. “OK.” I said. “You’re pregnant, now get dressed, we’re going out.” She gave one of ‘Those’ looks as if to say ‘You’ve got to be kidding.’ Of course, she knew I was not kidding and she knew that she had better get going. Here again, with a normal pregnancy a woman gets bigger over time and she can purchase and adjust her clothing accordingly. My submissive just suddenly one day found herself very pregnant. Of course, if this had happened to a guy he’d be screwed as far as clothing goes. I’m sure that I will hear a lot of condescending remarks and complaints from the women about this. The beauty of women’s clothing is that much of it, or at least some of it is adjustable, or can otherwise be made to accommodate such unexpected catastrophes. Indeed my submissive did find something that she could wear. I do have to admit that she didn’t look thrilled at the prospect, but I wasn’t asking about that. By the time my submissive had gotten dressed I was ready and waiting. She waddled out to the car. I was thrilled to see that she had indeed taken on that waddle that pregnant women do so well. It took her a while to figure out how to get into the car. I’m sure that the simple act of sitting in her condition was not something that came naturally. Once again, genuinely pregnant women have time to acclimate and figure out how to do things like this. My sub ended up leaning the seat back so that she was almost lying down in the car. In this position she probably would have just slipped right through the seat belt in an emergency, but I helped her put it on anyway. I grabbed our bags and with them and my submissive loaded in the car we headed for Colorado Springs where I checked us into a motel. Getting my submissive out of the car was probably more work than getting her in. Finally she ended up sort of lying on the seat with her feet sticking out of the door and I was able to grab her hands pulling her upper body up onto her feet. Of course, once we walked through the door into the room my submissive immediately pleaded, “Please master, I need to use the bathroom.” I unlocked the strap that had been tigh

tightly stretched between her legs and let her run as best she could into the bathroom. Once we had settled into the hotel somewhat I decided that since neither of us had eaten dinner that we should get something to eat. I had seen a small restaurant that specialized in pizza and other Italian food on the way in and figured that would do just fine. After getting my submissive into and out of the car once more She waddled into the restaurant encountering several steps along the way. Climbing the stairs seemed to present quite a challenge for her. We had had stairs at home, but she had only had to go down those. These were the first stairs that she had to climb. The next problem was sitting at the table. There was a choice of booth or table and neither seemed to offer much of an advantage over the other. We ended up at a table because she could move the chair back and provide more room for her newly acquired bulges. Once we got her seated the waitress came by and immediately wanted to talk about her pregnancy. I’m sure that my submissive would have rather crawled under the table if she could have gotten down there, or talked about almost anything else, but the subject had already been chosen and she had no choice. Of course, my submissive had not had a chance to develop a story or figure out just what she was going to tell people. I just loved it, and was prepared to tell people the details of the night it had all started, what position we had used, and all of the other gory details. I ordered us a small pizza and a couple of large cokes. As I had suspected although my submissive should have been hungry she sort of picked at her food and didn’t really eat very much before she proclaimed that she was full. By the time dinner was finished and I got my submissive loaded back into the car it was already getting late enough that I took her back to the hotel. When we got back to the hotel I am sure that my Submissive figured that she would be released for the night. Of course, I figured that you don’t get pregnant for a few hours and she would be lucky to only be stuck this way for a weekend. When I handed her a nightgown that I had brought for her she definitely gave me another of ‘Those’ looks. I could tell that she wasn’t happy when she crawled into bed next to me ant experimented with a great number of positions in an attempt to find a comfortable one. Just as she sort of began to settle down for the evening I reached over and began by fondling her breasts. I soon worked my way down lower. I managed to unlock and release the strap from between her legs and then requested my egg back. Indeed I soon held a very slimy egg in my hand. I can without a doubt tell you that sex with a pregnant lady is definitely a different experience. Not bad at all, but certainly different. I don’t think that she slept really well that night. I wasn’t really sure about that because I sure did.

• o O o - The next morning I dragged my submissive out of bed. The first duty was to remove the egg and the butt plug and allow her to take care of whatever she needed to take care of at the time. After she had been allowed about a half hour ‘Personal time’. I installed the butt plug, again filling it with warm water. The egg went back in as well. I had also brought along what in feminese is called a ‘Baby binder’. This term apparently covers a whole class of devices ranging from what looks like a panty girdle to a wrap around corset kind of thing. In this case what I had brought was a wrap around elastic device that fit primarily under the belly and helped to lift and support rather than compress the stomach as some of these garments do. Of course this garment fastened at her back. Knowing full well that she would really hate me for this I provided my submissive with a pair of high heeled shoes. These heals weren’t all that high or extreme, but in her condition I suspected that they would add greatly to her torment. My submissive seemed to know this as well since she

“I put them on reluctantly. With my submissive fully dressed, we were prepared to exit the room and begin our day. Our first stop was breakfast at the hotel restaurant. The waitress served us coffee, and I ordered a large glass of orange juice for her as well, trying to show that I cared about ensuring my pregnant wife got enough vitamins and nutrition for two people. Naturally, my true reason was a bit more sinister than it appeared.

As expected, everyone we encountered wanted either to comment on or discuss her pregnancy. I’m certain this delighted my submissive completely. While we sipped our drinks, the issue of food arose. My submissive hadn’t eaten and was likely feeling some hunger. When our breakfast arrived, she quickly realized that eating as usual would no longer be an option. There was a constant pressure on her stomach now, leaving little space for food, so several small meals had to replace one or two larger ones.

As she struggled to stand up to leave the restaurant, I knew I’d reached my goal when my submissive quietly leaned over and whispered near my ear, asking, ‘Master, may I please use the ladies’ room?’ I gave her the key for the padlock securing the strap between her legs and replied, ‘Any toys that come out go right back in once you’re done.’ I was fairly certain the butt plug wouldn’t fall out, but if it did manage to slip free, she wasn’t putting it back in. When she returned, she handed me the key again. I was somewhat surprised that she managed to reposition the strap without help; since she didn’t mention any trouble, I knew she had successfully pulled it off. She understood well enough that if she failed to replace it and said nothing about it, there would be consequences.

Our next destination was a local thrift shop. We buy most of our ‘Play clothes’ from these stores mainly because they are usually affordable. Quality is rarely a problem, especially for items we expect to wear only once or twice; thrift store finds make a good alternative. For everyday clothing, however, I am more selective. Regardless, I thought my submissive might find some standard maternity wear that would increase her comfort level at least regarding what she was wearing. This was particularly important since I had planned for us to spend quite a bit of time in public over the weekend. She did manage to locate two or three dresses suitable for her needs. Near the thrift store was a strip mall with a Laundromat and several other shops. Another one of our peculiar habits is that any clothing we buy from a thrift shop goes directly into the washing machine before being worn. We tossed her new dresses in there and browsed some of the other stores nearby.

As the day went on, she made frequent stops to eat something small or visit the ladies’ room. I did my best to keep her occupied and standing. Deciding we should enjoy ourselves by doing typical tourist activities, we toured The Cave of the Winds, a large cave offering guided tours. We also rode the Pikes Peak Cog Railway for its 8.9-mile journey taking about three hours and ten minutes up (and back down) from an elevation of 6,571 ft to the summit at 14,110 Ft.

Being out in public exposed her to many women who wanted to talk about her pregnancy or ask when she was due, how far along she was, how the pregnancy was going, and what the gender would be. Since there really wasn’t a baby… My submissive eventually fabricated a story and stuck with prepared answers.

By the time we returned to the hotel, my submissive looked utterly exhausted.

The hotel restaurant was the choice mainly because she just didn’t seem to have much energy left. The hotel spot looked nice enough, so I had no complaints about that decision. When we got back to our room after she lay down on the bed, within minutes she fell asleep.

• o O o - The next morning I woke up full of energy. With a bit of encouragement my submissive also got out of bed and moving. The start of the day was much like yesterday. We went out for breakfast at another restaurant I had spotted the previous day. For my submissive, the attention from women interested in her condition began as soon as we walked into the place. Since there were three spots on my list for today, we headed to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo after eating. The zoo was interesting enough, though not quite a match for some of the bigger zoos I’ve visited. Naturally, most zoos have their unique exhibits that catch your eye. We spent several hours there—marked by trips to the restroom and small snacks—until it neared lunchtime. Our second stop was the Bristol Brewing Co., which naturally is a brewery. It doesn’t quite rival Coors in Golden, CO, or Anheuser-Busch in Fort Collins, CO (both in the greater Denver area), but while I’m not really a beer enthusiast, smaller breweries can be quite intriguing on their own.

When we left the brewery, we made our way home, stopping by the Air Force Academy along the route. There isn’t much to see at the academy unless you have connections there, but it’s still a tourist spot and gave me another opportunity to show off my pregnant lady before heading back.

It was late afternoon or early evening when we finally got home. My submissive showed every sign of being delighted to be back. She went straight upstairs and took off everything she could. When I came up, I unlocked the specialized corset she’d been wearing all weekend and helped her out of it. I decided she could take care of the rest herself and left her the keys for that purpose. She seemed very pleased with this plan. About an hour later, hearing no noise, I went upstairs to check on her. I found her lying comfortably in our bed, smiling sound asleep.