By Belly577
I’m telling you guys
this because I don’t know who else would listen.
I was in New York on business, and one evening I ventured out on the town
and met a really attractive woman in one of the local bars. We got talking and
hit it off straight away. Luckily I’d remembered to remove my wedding ring
before going out that evening. I figured it was just a bit of fun. She insisted
on buying me drinks all night and I went along with it because it seemed to
make her happy. Anyway somewhere in the evening she invited me back to her
apartment. I of course agreed and couldn’t believe my luck when she said that 2
of her girlfriends wanted to join us. Next thing I know I’m in a huge four
poster bed with 3 of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen; a blonde, a brunette and
a red-head. They kept plying me with alcohol, so I don’t remember too much
about the evening, except they filled the bedroom with candles and kept
chanting. Another funny thing was that it was almost as if they were fucking
me, even though they all sat astride my cock as I lay there in my drunken
stupor.
The next morning I woke up back in my hotel room. On the bed next to me
was a small gift wrapped parcel. I opened it to find some very baggy pyjamas,
clearly too big for me, in a nice dark blue silk. But no sooner had I opened
the parcel I started to feel queasy. I stumbled into the bathroom just in time
to throw up. I put it down to my evening of frivolity. Between hurling I
noticed that I had some strange runes drawn on my abdomen, just below my navel.
I was in the bathroom for about thirty minutes being ill until I finally made
my way and tried to phone the office to tell them that I was not going in that
day. The line was dead and to my horror my hotel room door was locked. I banged
on it for ages but no one came to help. Luckily I saw that I wasn’t going to
starve to death. The mini bar was well stocked. In fact it was huge, much
bigger than I remember and filled with loads of cream cakes, pizza, candy bars,
pasta, salami, in fact all my favourite foods. I was already feeling hungry so
I got stuck in piling a couple of plates high so that I could watch some TV as
I ate. By mid morning I had nearly eaten half of what was in the mini bar, but
was still hungry. To my disdain my hard flat stomach had begun to swell
outwards, thanks to my gorging. Whenever I stopped eating though, I got severe
hunger pains in my bloated belly, so I kept munching away. Finally the pains
stopped as I ate the last of the potato salad. Almost relieved I lay down on
the bed and went to sleep.
My belly seemed even bigger I awoke and the hunger pains were back.
Someone had replaced all the food in the mini bar and my binging began again. I
was a prisoner to my insatiable hunger and all I could do was watch as my
waistline steadily grew. By the early
afternoon my belly was really bulging out. The only clothes that would fit me
were the strange pyjamas that I had been given. The elasticated waistband was
still worryingly loose, as if I was going to get bigger. By the time I had
finished the contents of the fridge for a second time my once slim 32” stomach
must have been in the high fifties. It was now four thirty in the pm and I
waddled back to bed, quickly drifting off to sleep. When I awoke for the third
time I was confronted with my huge belly towering over me. It was a real effort
getting out of bed, but the hunger was back. Reluctantly, I started eating
again. With each bite I could almost feel my belly growing. I had lost sight of
my feet around lunch time, but my distended gut was starting to swell out to
the side as well. Making me look as if I’d swallowed a beach ball. I sat
cross-legged on the bed, my belly resting in my lap as I watched TV, surrounded
by the contents of the mini bar. I was watching Rikki Lake, when suddenly she
looked right at me.
“Oh my look at you!” She exclaimed “You’re nearly ready, but you need to
eat more, and quicker!” She clicked her fingers and suddenly I was ravenous. I
began jamming whole cakes in my mouth one after another, barely giving myself
time to breathe. Quicker and quicker I ate, finishing every bowl and plate of
every piece of food. I belched with relief as I finished the last piece of chocolate
cake. Even in a sitting position I could no longer see my knees, and I guessed
my hugely distended belly must be at least seventy inches across. I tried to
stand up, but I was too big. After several unsuccessful attempts I just lay
back on the bed rubbing my hands around the sides of my sore, bloated gut. The
huge pyjamas were now drum tight across my stomach. I let out a sigh and heard
a pop as a button finally gave under the stress.
The door opened and in walked the 3 women from the previous night. They
gathered around me and ignored my demands for an explanation saying things
like; “He was very susceptible.” “Looks like you gave him too much potion!” and
“You never told me he’d get that big!” I could only lay there like a beached
whale, trapped beneath my massive belly, as these three beautiful women
examined me proudly, as if I was a prize heifer at a show. Finally one answered
my demands for why they had made me so fat. “Fat? Fat? You’re not fat, you’re
pregnant. We’ve made you big, ripe and in the family way. And now, we’re here
to help you through your labour.” I started to complain when I felt her hand
slide down the curve of my belly and slowly start to stroke my member, which
quickly sprang to life. Ooooh. It felt good and I began to relax. The women sat
me up and covered the bed with sheets whilst one continued to gently pump my
cock and whisper soothing words to me as she helped me out of my clothes.
“Shhhhh. Now just calm down. We’re gonna help get all that life out of
that big belly of yours. But you’re going to have to do what we tell you, when
we tell you. You think you can do that? Good. Now I want you to take nice deep
breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. That’s it, good boy.
Now let’s get you out of those pyjamas before you pop anymore buttons off them.
Keep breathing. In. Out. In. Out…”
When I was naked they helped me back onto the bed, propping me up in a
reclined sitting position with some pillows. When they were ready the girl
stroked me harder and faster, until I came. Ejaculating over my belly. Chanting
the women rubbed the cum over my distended stomach as I sat there panting when
suddenly I felt a pain. I gasped and excitedly, the three women took their
positions. One mopped my brow, the other held my hand helping me to breathe and
the other squatted down between my legs. I started to panic but they calmed me
down. I could feel the contractions coming again and again, each one harder
than the last. How could I be pregnant?!? I hitched up my knees and began breathing
like I was told. After some very painful contractions I was told to start
pushing. I complied, straining with all my might as I was told how well I was
doing. The pain was so intense I felt as if I was going to pass out, but I kept
going, pushing and breathing when I was told. Finally the baby’s head was seen
and I pushed harder, feeling as if I was shitting out a bowling ball. With one
final agonizing push I gave birth. It was a baby girl with red hair. I wanted
to relax, but my quivering belly was still huge. The women changed positions
and we began again, for the birth of my next child. By midnight I had produced
3 beautiful baby girls; a blonde, a brunette and a red head, the same as their
‘mothers’. The women told me how well I’d done, but I was too exhausted and
drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning everyone had gone. I staggered into the
bathroom relieved to see that my stomach was flat and firm again, although
there were signs of stretch marks. I also found a worrying note saying “Thank
you for being a surrogate mother for our daughters. We will contact you again
when we are ready to add some more additions to our families. And we all want
BIG families.”
As the months went by it seemed less and less likely that they were
going to come after me again, I lived nearly 4 thousand miles away, besides it
almost seemed like some weird dream. My wife and I started trying for a family
as married couples do and life settled back to being normal. That was until my
wife befriended 3 women new to our town from New York and invited them over for
an evening meal…