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A young man named Thomas was in a mattress store, looking to find the most comfortable bed he could afford for his new apartment’s bedroom. There were a ton of options available, going from the cheapest to the more expensive ones, lying on them one by one to see which one he’d purchase.
After going through a dozen different beds, his sight was locked on a very luxurious-looking mattress. It was way too expensive for him, but seeing how comfortable it looked and how large it was, he wanted to try it just for the sake of it. As soon as he rested his whole body on it, he was surprised about how much more comfortable it felt due its high softness and cool temperature.
Thomas didn’t know that a bed could feel so comfortable, staying on it for a little while. His body was entering a very calm state, the young male feeling as if he could get a long nap right then and there. He was about to get up to avoid accidentally falling asleep on it; however, once he entered a sitting position, a rather sharp pain on his back would appear. He groaned as he placed both of his hands on his back, trying to alleviate the pain. He laid his back on the mattress, feeling a great sense of relief. The pain went away, slowly but surely.
Although the physical stress died down, psychological stress would kick in as he saw his belly start to inflate like a balloon. At first, he thought it may be a stomachache of some kind that was causing the bloat, but not only did he not feel any pain in that organ, but it also continued to bloat further and further. The flat belly he worked very hard for was becoming pudgy.
Thomas wanted to get up, being unable to do so. He felt greatly weakened as a heating sensation was felt across his whole body, with the only thing stopping him from becoming a puddle of sweat being the cool mattress. He could barely move his body, the limited mobility being enough for him to see that his bulky arms and legs were much less muscular than before, reminding him of his skinny teenager self, something which wasn’t that pleasant to see become a reality once more.
Those same limbs would get shorter, and a lot smoother as the hair present on them would recede back into his skin. Something he was not aware of was that his frame as a whole was shrinking down, going from being 6’1” to 5’5” over the course of the next few minutes.
The distressed man would try to ask for help, yet when his lips moved, no words came out, something which only made things all the more dreadful and helpless. He may have been able to talk if he thought about it sooner, as his vocal cords were currently being rearranged to sound a lot higher in pitch.
Speaking of rearrangements, his face would go through a process that could be described as such. This change would’ve given him the answer as to what was happening, although without any mirror near him, he couldn’t see the great feminization his face went through. His jawline narrowed, lips plumped up, nose shrunk, cheeks swelled, and his eyes became larger. Even cosmetic changes took place, a bit of blush decorated his woman-like face, and a bit of eyeliner made his eyes even prettier.
Thomas would only get more confused as he saw his previously short blonde hair start resting all over the bedsheets and some of it hindering his sight a bit. He wanted to run away and scream for help, yet couldn’t do either, his only option right now was watching his strange inflating belly grow larger and larger. Soon enough, the expanding feeling would spread towards other areas of his body.
Aside from the bloated abdomen, he noticed his hard and muscular chest start losing its definition. His strong pecs would feel softer and look rounder, looking suspiciously like boobs. Thomas’ waist would suffer the opposite effect, narrowing down to give him an even more feminine figure, this being greatly ignored by the feminine-looking man as he was too busy staring in shock at his B-cup bust growing to larger proportions.
His upper-half wasn’t the only thing blowing up in size, as his ass cheeks would go through a similar swelling to his breasts. The once flat cheeks quickly threatened his jeans, tons of fat piling up on his ass and hips. Speaking of hips, despite the large dome of a belly and heavy milkers blocking his vision, his hips became wide enough where he could still see them, the panicking male noticing his motherly proportions. The same couldn’t be said about his thighs though, becoming very thick and attractive, not being within his view though.
His mind would begin repeating one of the prior words: motherly. Why did he look so motherly? Large breasts, a big round belly, birthing hips… He wasn’t pregnant, right? Although it was impossible due to him being male, none of the prior made any sense, maybe that strange thought had some ground to stand on. The answer as to ‘what’ was right in front of his eyes, this only made matters worse, internally begging for all this to come to an end and return back to normal.
Once his belly looked as if he was eight months pregnant, the life within him began kicking the walls of his tight… womb? He was a man though; well, not for long. A great feeling of discomfort would fade away as his thighs stopped crushing his penis and testicles, because he had no such body parts anymore. He was a ‘she’ now, a woman who possessed a fully functioning reproductive system, something that was very apparent from the baby-filled womb.
The disappearance of his manhood was somehow not too concerning though, as the most dreadful part was feeling multiple feet kicking the drum-tight skin of her belly. Thomas was pregnant with multiples! She didn’t know how many, and judging by her anxiety-filled expression, she wasn’t interested in knowing.
Her breasts were filled with milk, overflowing and making his tight shirt wet; she looked beyond overdue for one or even two kids, she must be pregnant with at least triplets. The feminization, the enormous belly, the active kicking inside of it, her milkers overflowing, all while being in public; it was too much for the poor lady to handle, eventually leading to her fainting on the bed.
After what felt like hours, she woke up in that same mattress, breathing heavily. Her first instinct was to look down, seeing her massive tits and belly, none of the prior was a dream, it was reality. This time, instead of her tight male clothes, she had a set of white lingerie on. “My love, are you okay?”. A man helped Thomas, not recognizing him in the slightest, yet called him ‘my love’?
She didn’t even know where to begin asking any questions. “Hey, is your wife okay? I can call emergencies if needed”. “I think she’ll be fine. She’s just having contractions”. “I-I… I’m not-…” before Thomas would say anything about the whole thing, her apparent husband tried to calm her down. “It’s okay my love, just breathe. We’ll get out of here soon, I’ll go pay for this bed and we can go home, or to the hospital if you need it. Okay?”. Without much else to do and seeing as the kind ‘husband’ was willing to help her out, she nodded as she recovered from the overwhelming sensations.
She lied back once more, glancing at the woman who offered help, smiling to avoid displaying the great amount of stress inside her, with the kind lady smiling back before continuing to do her work. Thomas didn’t know what to do now, closing her eyes and genuinely just praying that all of this was just some terrible nightmare.
Upon opening her eyes, she was met with something positive; no, she wasn’t back to being a man, but at least she now had proper clothing on, a large maternity dress accentuating her motherly curves. Not the best thing that she could’ve gotten, but at least she wasn’t semi-naked in a public space. The fact that all of this took place in public only made less sense.
Did nobody really notice a young man struggling to stand up from this bed? Why was nobody complaining about the indecency of the lingerie a few moments ago? Who was this ‘husband’ of hers? Why is everyone acting as if she’s always been a pregnant woman? Is this her new life or has she swapped lives with someone else? Why was she pregnant? Why in this place, and in this moment? She swore that she’d go insane trying to answer all of these questions, something she would have even less time to do once she gave birth to her babies, something that unknown to her, would happen within the next few hours.