sit on the couch, idly watching the basketball game. It’s not really a
great game if you’re being honest, but it’s the only thing on TV during a
slow night. You go to take another sip of your beer and finish the can,
crumpling it up and placing it next to you on the couch.
the garage door open as your wife comes inside huffing and puffing. She
slowly made her to the kitchen and you hear her put the groceries on
the counter. “Hey, can you help me bring the rest of the bags in?” she
says as she waddles into the living room. Her maternity top is stretched
tightly around her eight-months-pregnant belly and she’s already
“Ahhh, give me like ten minutes babe. The game just got
really good!” you reply. It hadn’t, to be honest, but you really didn’t
want to move at the moment. She gives you a death glare and waddles back
to the garage in a huff. “And get me another beer!” you call.
gone for longer than usual, but comes back in and hands you a cold can.
“Here,” she mutters before heading back to the kitchen. You go to take a
sip- she already cracked it for you! What a great wife. The cold liquid
sweetly flows down your throat. You look at the can incredulously. This
tasted incredible… certainly nothing like the normal swill! You eagerly
gulp down the rest of the beer and set it next to you on the couch.
few moments later, you start to feel funny. Your eyes begin to droop
and your vision blurs as the TV starts to change colors. “Woah…what
the…” you murmur. The world begins to spin as your eyes grow heavier and
heavier. You pass out on the couch, slipping into unconsciousness.
don’t really know how much time passes- it could have been seconds, or
weeks, or years. You start to groggily awaken, your vision slowly coming
back as you regain clarity. “Ughhh,” you groan softly. Your body feels
heavy and cumbersome and your head is pounding.
“Hi honey,” you hear your wife’s voice say sweetly. You try to focus on her form as she stands in front of you.
just happened?” you ask, rubbing your eyes. Your body is still heavy
and you feel pinned down to the couch. You blink rapidly as you gaze
upon your wife. She’s standing in front of with a smirk, her hands on
her skinny hips. Wait a moment… she wasn’t pregnant! Her midsection was
flat and toned like it used to be.
“Woah! You’re-what happened to
the baby?” you cry, trying to stand up. You manage to get up by about
two inches before falling back to the couch. You look down to your lower
half. Sitting in your lap is perfectly round, swollen belly and two
perky breasts are perched on top.
“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetie?
Can’t get up?” your wife asks. You look down at your body
incredulously, placing both hands atop your swollen mound. No, this
couldn’t be real… there was no way this was happening. Yet your skin
responds to your touch and it feels so lifelike as it sits heavily on
top of your legs. You feel a flutter inside you at the same moment a
lump appears on your skin. Your eyes go wide.
“Ah, yes, kicks are
wonderful the first time you feel them! Just wait until she kicks you
right in the rib,” your wife says, placing a hand on your belly and
rubbing softly. You can’t speak, still trying to process what just
“What…how…what the hell?!” you cry. No, this couldn’t be
happening! You’re a man! And your wife is pregnant, not you! How the
hell could this even happen? You had to be dreaming.
laughs and takes a seat beside you on the couch, putting her hand back
on your baby bump. “Well you see, honey, do you remember all those times
you blew me off these past eight months? When you never vacuumed, or
cleaned, or cooked, or even offered to help me as our child grew inside
me? You are such an asshole. I was suffering and you couldn’t even be
bothered to stop watching a stupid basketball game to get up and help
me. Were you even going to do anything when the baby finally got here?!”
she cried, her face growing angrier and angrier with each passing word.
She took a deep breath and calmed herself, but her eyes still stared
daggers through you.
“When we got married, I debated whether or
not I should tell you that I was a witch. Then I got pregnant and you
became totally useless. So I started working on a potion about three
months ago. It took forever to make, and I’m honestly surprised I could
even figure it out. So many variables to consider…” she trailed off,
clicking her tongue. “Anyway, I finally finished it two days ago and was
debating whether I could actually go through with it. Then you made me
carry in all those groceries by myself, and I knew it was the right
decision. So, long story short, you’re 36 weeks pregnant, I’m not, the
baby is in you now, and you’re going to give birth in a month,” she
Your head spun as you tried to process this. You were
still convinced this was a joke. There was no way this could actually be
happening. A sharp pain suddenly manifested in your ribs. You hissed
and doubled over, both hands involuntarily clutching your belly. That
felt so real…
“This is real, sweetie,” your wife said with a
chuckle. “I know what you’re thinking. This is not a dream. Come with
me, I think I can help you figure this out,” she said, pinching your
popped out belly button as she hopped up. She pulled you off the couch
and you wobbled as you tried to stand. Your belly was so heavy as it
hung off your midsection. It felt like a dead weight just sitting there.
Your breasts sat perky and full on your chest and jiggled slightly as
you tried to find your balance.
“Follow me. And take your time- we
don’t want you falling and hurting your precious cargo,” your wife said
with a smile as she walked to the door. You tried to follow her and
found you were forced into a slow waddle. A hand immediately went to
back as it already started to ache.
“Now, like I said, I made a
very complex potion that required a TON of rare ingredients and lots of
careful planning. I’d say it was my finest accomplishment as a witch.
So, just to make sure you really would learn your lesson, I made a
few…changes… to our living situation,” she said as she opened the door.
She stepped out onto the porch and you followed her outside.
world around you looked the same. Everything was the right color and the
air felt warm. Your neighborhood looked exactly the same, and the car
parked in your driveway still had a scratch on the side.
Keller!” your wife called. You look across the street to your neighbor’s
house. Mr. Keller stood outside. His brown hair looked the same from
here, but he sported a perfectly round belly, just like you. He idly
rubbed the mass as he watered the flowers. He was wearing a flowing
green maternity dress, big and loose enough to comfortably accommodate
his growing passenger.
“Hey you two! Great weather today!” he called back. Your eyes widened again and your felt sick.
honey, in this world, men are the ones who get pregnant. Matter of
fact, they’ve always been the ones who got pregnant! Nobody here has
ever heard of a woman having a baby. It’s just silly. And, since I
created this reality, I wanted to make sure I could really make this as
great for me as possible. Husbands here don’t work- when they get
married, they stay at home and take care of the house. Most men get
pregnant as soon as possible, or at least when their wife gets a good
job.” she explained happily. You had no words and had to stumble back
inside, leaning against the wall as you tried to process this. The baby
kicked again and settled in a new position. You suddenly had to pee.
of course, there has to be a way for a baby to get in and out of there,
you know?” your wife says as she comes back through the door and pats
your rounded belly. “So there’s some, ah, changes to your equipment,”
she smirks, reaching down to your crotch. She brushes her hand between
your thighs and you realize that there’s nothing down there. No cock, no
balls, nothing- just an interesting feeling between your legs. You
realize what this means and you start to cry. This was too much.
honey, it’s okay…” your wife says, taking your hand and rubbing your
bump. “…I’ll make sure you have fun tonight.” She guides your hand to
her own nether regions and you feel the unmistakable outline of a huge
dick. Tears roll down your face as the baby gave another kick. You were
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