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Make womb for Vijay... by Greyson Moore.
In order to divert my mind from the contractions that are racking my body, I decided to think about how all of this came about.
It began with my fall semester at an American university where I had enrolled to get my Masters degree in biology. I remember how proud my parents were when I was accepted, although they disliked the fact that I would be leaving India. "Remember your heritage and behave," said my Mother, as I was about to board the plane. "Remember what happened to Mayank," she said with alarm. I was surprised when she said his name. Mayank was my cousin who went to the United States and married some women there instead of marrying the women he was arranged to marry. From then on no one in the family spoke of him.
I groan as another contraction racks my body. I know the time will soon arrive. I will concentrate harder on how I got this way.
My adviser was a Dr. Kothari, who was also from India. From the moment I met her, Dr. Kothari seemed to take a keen interest in me. Her interest in me made me feel very uncomfortable, as I felt like she was viewed me as some sort of specimen. I guess that was because she asked a lot of pointed questions about my family and my health. It was about October, when I started feeling homesick. I guess it was the early and thick snow that blanketed the campus that made me feel that way. When I told Dr. Kothari this, I was surprised at her reaction. Instead of the lecture I expected to receive for being foolish, she was very concerned. "We must do something about this," she said. "And I have just the thing that will help you," she said with enthusiasm. She opened a drawer and pulled out a clear pill bottle. In the bottle was a very large bullet shaped pill, which I recognised at once as a suppository. "This will make you feel much better," she said. "How," I asked? "Did not your parents teach you not to question your elders?"
"You are like the others of our people that come here," she said. "You forget your heritage." That had its intended effect and once I was back in my room I inserted the suppository.
The next morning I was relieved to find that I did feel better. In fact I felt a little giddy, but that was short lived. In a couple of weeks I started feeling nauseous in the morning. I talked to Dr. Kothari about this, but she explained it away. She said, "when you are asleep your mind has time to think about home and that makes you sad." She then suggested that I get more exercise to tire me out so that I would sleep more soundly. I joined the volleyball team and it was that that I blamed for my ravenous appetite and tiring so easily over the next few months. I also blamed my puffy, itchy, and tingly nipples on the shirts we had to wear. However, I did like the way the A-shirts showed of my growing pectorals.
My chest had been relatively flat, but over the weeks of play, my pectorals became prominent. I also noticed that when I woke up in the morning, especially after a strenuous match, my nipples were covered with a crust. However, I was willing to accept crusty nipples if the rest of my body bulked up like my chest had. However, I didn't know what to blame my frequent need to urinate on. But, I didn't want to go see a doctor about it either. I assumed it would pass.
About February, I noticed that I was starting to get a gut. I blamed it on all of the food that I had been eating. But it didn't seem to matter how much food I ate, my abdomen continued to grow. My friends started calling me "Buddha Belly." I also started to waddle a bit as I walked. Dave, one of my team-mates, asked if he could rub it for good luck. I pulled up my shirt and he gave me a rub. I don't know exactly how to describe it, but the feeling I got when he rubbed my protruding belly was like nothing I had felt before. I was aroused by it. I felt the blood flowing into my penis, my nipples, and unexpectedly into my anus. I laughed and pushed his hand away before I became noticeably aroused. Dave laughed in return at this reaction.
That night, after I had finished taking a shower, I stopped to examine my naked body in the mirror. It was then I should have realised what had happened to me, but I didn't. My face, my nipples, my penis, and my testicles had all darkened in colour. I could also make out a dark line running from navel down to my penis. My nipples had become extremely prominent and I could see small veins on my pectorals. "You're getting way to fat," I said to myself as I examined the stretch marks on my stomach. I got on the scale and read my weight aloud. "165 pounds." "I can't believe that when I came here I was 135 pounds." "We're going to have to do something about you I said rubbing my gut." The moment I rubbed it, I felt the blood flowing into my nipples, my penis, and my anus again. Since I was alone, I decided to go all of the way. The more I rubbed, the more aroused I became. I looked at my self in an aroused state again in the mirror and I was surprised that I liked what I saw. My pectorals bulged out obscenely and so did my belly. My dark nipples were now pointing straight out at least an inch and were almost a half and inch around. My penis was as stiff and as hard as it had ever been. Its foreskin was completely retracted and a small drop of fluid was oozing out of the tip. I could feel a steady pulsing in my anus so I grabbed a hand mirror. I bent over and put the hand mirror behind my butt so that I could use it to reflect my anus into the mirror on the wall. I almost dropped the hand mirror when I used my other hand to part my buttcheeks. Nestled between my buttocks, was a very swollen, dark, and erect anus. "Hemorrhoids," I muttered. But as I looked at more closely in the mirror, it didn't appear to be hemorrhoids. An extremely thick pelt of long, shiny, and curly black hair surrounded it. The hair appeared to be identical to my pubic hair. I lightly touched my flaring butt lips and was surprised at the feeling I received. It was fantastic. I put down the mirror, got down on my knees, and began to massage my anus. I could not believe the feeling. I began to massage it more aggressively. In response my penis began to dribble lubricant. I began to tug on one of my nipples. The feeling that ensued was fantastic. I was surprised when I said aloud, "give me milk titties, give me milk." I took my other hand and rubbed my belly again. My penis began to dribble more lubricant. I had to masturbate. As I started moving my hand up and down my penis, my anus began to itch seductively. I felt like I had two sex organs that needed to be satisfied now instead of just one. As I stroked my penis I began to finger my anus. An extraordinary feeling began to emanate from both the front and rear of my body. I stuck another finger in my unbelievably elastic anus and pushed and pulled them out. I let out a deep guttural moan as an orgasm washed over my body. I looked down at my phallus and noticed that it hadn't yet ejaculated. The orgasm came from my anus. The thought of having an anal orgasm made me loose all control. I got up and grabbed a phallic shaped shampoo bottle and stuck it in my anus. I pushed the bottle in and out of my anus with my sphincter muscles only. I couldn't believe I was sodomising myself with a shampoo bottle. The thought made me hotter still. I began to tug on my tumescent nipples as I thrust my erection in and out of the air and pulled the bottle in and out with my sphincter muscles. Every nerve ending in my body was inflamed. "Come on titties," I said. "Give me milk." Suddenly, a thin white fluid began to flow from my nipples. It dripped through my fingers to the floor. "What have I done," I cried in panic? "What have I done?" Just then my penis exploded. My semen shot up into the air until it hit the ceiling. An orgasm washed over my body. Another orgasm quickly followed from my anus as it pulled the shampoo bottle completely into my body. This frightened me. I used my sphincter to push the bottle out. It shot out of my anus like a cork out of popgun. It hit the wall of the bathroom with a loud thud then fell to the floor. As I looked around the semen and milk splattered bathroom I was ashamed. I began to cry hysterically, "what have I done to myself?" "What have I done to myself?" I then collapsed to the floor in a heap. As I lay on the floor, I felt a strange movement in my swollen stomach. I began to sob. Eventually I fell asleep on the bathroom floor.
When I awoke the next morning on the floor, I decided I had to pull myself together. Everything that had happened last night was a result of nerves nothing else. I told myself I was working too hard at my studies and should take it easy. I cleaned up the bathroom and got ready for class.
I groan as another contraction starts. "Must concentrate on how this happened," I said as I gritted my teeth during the contraction. "Must focus." My first class that morning was with Dr. Kothari. I almost fell asleep during her lecture. When she asked me to report to her office after class I was afraid she had noticed my lack of attention. Failure to pay attention in her class was almost a death sentence. I dreaded the worst when she arrived at her office. Instead she was extremely cordial. Too cordial I thought. "You are unwell," she asked arching her left eyebrow? "No, just tired," I replied sheepishly. She then dismissed me.
For the next month I kept my hands away from any of my sex organs fearing the consequences. I even turned on the shower, jumped in, as best as I could that is, and jumped out. I tried to ignore my growing stomach, but it would rumble on occasion to let me know it was still there. I was glad the weather had begun to warm up so that I no longer had to wear a confining coat. I was now wearing extra large sweats to try and accommodate my growing girth. I still could not figure out what I was eating to cause me to grow so large. I was also troubled with alternating constipation and diarrhoea.
The day I had my biology final with Dr. Kothari started out grim. Even though I knew the material backward and forward my stomach was churning. It felt like something was trying to get out. It was extremely difficult to concentrate on the test with this going on. To make matters worse, Dr. Kothari watched me like a hawk. When I handed her my test, she told me to see her in her office in an hour. I didn't like the look on her face when I entered her office. "Will you be returning next fall," she asked with a chuckle? "Yes, I hope to," I replied fearing that I had failed my test. "I don't think so," she said with a louder chuckle. "Did I do that poorly on the test," I asked meekly? "Oh no," she said with another chuckle. "You did brilliantly." "Then why don't you think I will come back next fall," I asked fearing the answer? "Because," she said with hissing sound, "you will have a baby to take care of." "What," I said startled. "You pathetic little fool," she hissed again. "Just look at yourself." "Almost 7 months pregnant and completely unaware of the fact." "You're crazy," I said rising to my feet with some difficulty. "I'm just gaining weight." "Nonsense," she said with a menacing cackle. "That suppository that I gave you last October contained a synthetic hormone." "A hormone that caused your body to produce an egg which contained a complete set of your chromosomes." "The hormones then started to create other changes in your body, such as an acceptable womb," she said pointing to my swollen belly. As she pointed to my stomach, a movement from within was noticeable. "Quickening," she said with a cackle. What she had just said made sense. "Why, did you do this to me," I asked in frustration? "Because," she said. "Because men in our country only think women are good for one thing, to produce babies." "I had to give up several years of my research because my husband forced me to have children." "Children I did not want." "Just like when you marry you will force your wife to have children." "But now," she said with a laugh. "You will know what it is like to carry a child you do not want and who will require your care causing you to fall behind your colleagues." "What did I ever do to you," I asked angrily? "You are a man," she replied flatly. "And I want to see if a man can survive the rigors of childbirth." "I'm betting you will die," she added with malice. "Of course I will die," I said angrily. "Men cannot give birth," I shouted at her. "True, but you are unlike other men now," she stated coolly. "The child will come out the way it came in, if you can stand the pain," she added with a chuckle. "And I bet a man cannot."
Another contraction has hit as I thought about my confrontation with Dr Kothari. I hated her yet I also pitied her. She seemed to have forgotten what it was to be human. I again focused my mind on how this all happened. When I got back to my dorm room I pondered what to do. "I could terminate the pregnancy," I thought. "As a biology student I should be able to figure out how to do this without damaging myself even at this late of a time," I said aloud. But just then, the baby kicked and knew I couldn't do it. I wanted to prove Dr. Kothari wrong and what happened was not the babies' fault. I decided that I would seek help from my mother's uncle.
My mother always said he was an extremely wise and learned man and that is why he was chosen to be a guru. Surely a guru would know how to deal with my problem I thought. Before I left school, I wrote a letter to my mother telling her that I was going to see her uncle to see if I could learn more about spiritual matters. I also asked for her forgiveness on not being able to see her for awhile because I wanted to see her uncle right away because I had much to learn. My mother was delighted with the idea as she always thought I was much too concerned with the physical side of the body.
The bumpy ride to the airport was more than my bladder could take. I had to use the restroom immediately on arrival. I wanted to use a stall, but none were available so I had to use the urinal. I pulled down my sweatpants, which revealed part of my swollen gut. The punk in the urinal next to me noticed my now enormous and naked gut and said, "who knocked you up dude." "Some guy with a fat prick like me?" Several of his buddies, who were also in the restroom, started to laugh. "Yeah man, next time you get laid, spring for a rubber," said another punk throwing a used condom at me. As I was quickly finishing, another one of the punks pulled my sweatpants all the way down exposing my backside. The abundant amount of hair between my buttcheeks must have been clearly evident because one of the punks said, "he's got a regular beaver back there." "Just the thing to stick a dick into." The punks then broke out into laughter again. I pulled up my pants and lowered my sweatshirt and got out of there. I could still hear their laughter on the plane.
With some difficulty I manoeuvred into the small cramped seat. My belly bulged out in front of me once I was seated. Several passengers who went by looked at my gut and just shook their heads in disgust. During the flight home I must have visited the restroom at least twenty times. "Must have a weak bladder," I heard several times as made my way to the restroom. I also heard several comments about fat people. Even the stewards and stewardesses seemed to be rude to me. "If I was a pregnant women," I thought, "they wouldn't be so rude to me."
I was glad when the plane arrived in New Delhi. As I walked through the terminal I heard several women laugh and point in derision at the fat man. Fat women are usually acceptable in India, but not fat men. I took a taxi from the airport to the train station. I purchased a ticket and boarded the train that would take me nearest town to where my Uncle lived. The train was crowded and the ride was bumpy. Several times I felt like I was going to vomit. I also hoped all of the bouncing wouldn't cause my baby to be born prematurely. It was also extremely difficult not to wet my pants, but there was no bathroom on the train. When I got off of the train, I went straight to the bathroom in the station. I pulled down my pants and began to urinate. I sprayed and sprayed causing my urethra to begin to hurt. I thought I would never finish. When I finished I pulled up my pants and went to find some water and someone who could give me directions to the village of my uncle. I found both.
I was told that the village that my uncle lived in was about five miles away and was almost straight up the mountain. I was also asked why I was going there as almost no one went there. "Why, does no one go there I," asked? "The people in that village do not like outsiders," said the stranger. "For decades they have attacked and killed any unfortunate stranger that went there," he said with a grimace. What choice did I have I thought. Besides if my uncle was as well respected as my mother always said, no one would dare harm his relative. The walk to the village was extremely difficult and tiring. I thought of turning back several times, but I kept thinking of Dr. Kothari and her certainty that I would never be able to deliver my child. I knew that I had no other choice but to go on.
Several times along the way I would leave the narrow, rocky, and deserted road to relieve my bladder. On one of these occasions I decided to examine my body in the bright sunlight. Something seemed to come over me once I removed my clothing. I felt one with nature. I felt refreshed. I began to frolic in the warm sun. For the first time I felt blessed. I was experiencing something, which as far as I knew, no other male had ever experienced. I was heavy with child. I looked down at my hugely distended abdomen and marvelled. Only a few months ago I had a 28-inch waist. Now my waist was more than double that. I had no doubt that my gut was almost all baby. I rubbed my belly and an electric feeling shot through my body. The thought of being pregnant sexually excited me. All of my sex organs began to get erect, my penis, my anus and my nipples. I looked down at my dark chocolate coloured nipples in the bright sunlight and was amazed at how large they had become. They were massive, yet they remained firm. I doubted if even a woman had ever had nipples as large as mine. I gently tweaked them, which immediately started small drops of milk to form on the ends. Milk that I knew I would be feeding to my baby someday. In spite of what Dr. Kothari had said, I knew I was going to survive the birth of this child. I knew that I couldn't let nature down, as it appeared that it had gone to a great deal of trouble to provide my child with nourishment. I began to shake my milk laden man breasts back and forth. My man breasts were truly that. They were not round and long like a women's but almost square and wide. I had what some of the guys at school who were into bodybuilding called gyno tits. I put my hands underneath one and lifted it up so that the nipple was in direct line with my mouth. I hesitated. Was what I was thinking of doing perverted and would I be punished for it, I thought? As if to say no, milk began to ooze steadily out of the nipple and drip to the ground. Without another thought, I put the leaking nipple into my mouth. I began to gently suck on it. The milk began to flow out in a small but steady stream. It was warm and tasted like a light cream. I released the nipple and patted my stomach saying, "you're one lucky child." Another electric feeling ran through my body and I had no choice but to succumb to my own sensuality. I began to masturbate my penis. As I did so my anus began to itch unbearably. I ran my fingers up and down the cleft in my buttocks and felt an extremely erotic sensation. The hairs all seemed to be connected to nerves and I soon had one hand sliding up and down my erection while the other hand rubbed back and forth my tumescent anus. As I examined my anus with my hand, I discovered a small bump near the bottom of it. When I touch the bump a wave of pleasure shot through my body. My anus now screamed to be filled. I put my fingers in again, but that only made it want more. I remembered the shampoo bottle. "What did I have with me that was like that shampoo bottle," I wondered. I dug through the small satchel that I had brought with me. I didn't have a shampoo bottle that was big enough, but I did have a bottle of bismuth that I used for diarrhoea. I sat the bottle on a tall mossy rock and squatted over it. My penis shot a mighty load of semen as I impaled myself on the bottle. But my anus was not yet ready to orgasm. It wanted more stimulation. I slid up and down on the bismuth bottle like a madman. Suddenly, and without warning an orgasm came. An orgasm that was so strong my whole body shook. Milk was now pouring out of my nipples and the baby in my belly was kicking intensely. The kicking became so strong that I worried that I had hurt my child. I immediately used my sphincter to eject the bottle from my anus. I rubbed my belly to soothe my restless child. Instead of being aroused by touching my swollen abdomen, I felt a peace in touching it. My child's comfort now came before my own pleasure. I sat down on the cool moss covered rock and rocked gently back and forth to soothe my baby. It seemed like an eternity before my child settled down. I slowly, and with a great deal of difficulty dressed and continued my journey to the village.
I was practically crawling when I reached the village. The sun was setting which gave the village an almost ethereal appearance. I looked at the small houses that were clustered together and looked for signs of life, but there appeared to be none. Without warning, a group of villagers were upon me. "I've come to see my uncle, the guru Ravi," I said gasping for breath in the thin mountain air. "I am his nephew Vijay." The crowd parted and a very ominous looking man approached. "I am Ravi," said the man in a voice that echoed through the village. "Why have you come here Vijay?" "I need your help," I said demurely. "Why do you need my help," he thundered? "I can't say here," I mumbled. "Then I must assume you have done something wicked if you can not tell the people of the village." "I have done nothing wicked," I said gasping for air. "It is what has been done to me that I need your knowledge for," I gasped out. The thin air was having a very deleterious effect on me. I needed rest. "Then tell us, what has been done to you that brings you here," he commanded? I could barely speak so I pulled my shirt up revealing my pregnant belly and my man breasts.
The villagers all gasped then bowed in solemn prayer. Even my Uncle Ravi bowed in prayer. The prayers surprised me because they were prayers of thanks. When they were finished praying. Several of the men lifted me to my feet and brought me into a small house. Cushions were hurriedly placed on the floor and arranged. Once they were arranged to my Uncle's satisfaction, I was laid gently down on the cushions. My uncle and the villagers bowed again in prayer then left me in the dark room. A villager returned with a hot bowl of curry. I practically inhaled the delicious dish. Once I finished eating, I quickly fell asleep on the extremely comfortable cushions. I slept soundly that night.
When I awoke, late the next morning, my uncle was standing over me. When he realised that I was awake, he called out, "he is awake." The men that had lifted me to my feet the day before entered the room. They helped me to stand then left the house. "You are heavy with child," said my Uncle? "Yes," I answered plainly. "How," he asked? I explained in general terms how it had occurred. When I was finished he said, "pregnant with child because of a treacherous woman." He then smiled appreciatively. "Remove your clothing so that I may examine you," he said authoritatively. My uncle helped me remove my clothing. When my clothing was removed he began to examine me. He held my penis in his hands and examined it closely. It was now almost black in colour and was almost a foot long and was as thick as my wrist. He then examined my large and ebony coloured scrotum. He squeezed my testicles apart. He then pressed his thumb and forefinger against a testis. I grimaced. He seemed pleased with this. "You are still a man," he said matter-of-factly. He then put both hands on my man breasts. He pushed his palms against them and began to knead them. He then pulled hard on both of my black nipples. Milk began to leak from them. "Good," he said, "very good." He went behind me and put his hand on my back and gently bent me over. He parted the hair between my buttocks and examined my anus. He put his finger on the small bump at the top of my anus and pushed on it. "Does that feel good," he asked? "Yes," I answered somewhat embarrassed. "A healthy and suitable mangina," he said. "A what," I replied confused by the term? "A mangina," he replied. "You should have no problem having an anal birth." He then came around in front of me again. He put both hands on my protruding belly and began to feel. "Excellent," he said enthusiastically. "Excellent." "It is better than I had hoped." "What do you mean," I asked? "You have been favoured," he replied. "I don't understand," I said. "You are the means of deliverance for this village," he said. "They shall be free at last."
"Free from what," I asked in a worried tone? "A curse by an evil sorceress has been placed on this village," he said. "One of the village men would not lay with her so she cursed the village." "No one," she said, "would be able to have sex in this village until a man gave birth." "From the moment she uttered her curse every man was impotent and every women craved sex." "Even men not yet born, were born impotent." "And even men who visited the village became impotent." "They were so ashamed, they never returned to their families." "Their families no doubt assumed that we killed them." "How long ago did she curse this place," I asked? "Thirty years ago," he said shaking his head. "Thirty long years." "Now we are to be delivered." "Our prayers have been heard he said bowing his head in thanks." For the next two months my belly grew and grew and grew. I also, on the advice of my uncle took to wearing nothing but a loincloth so as not to restrict the growth of my baby. On the days when I wanted to get out of the house, the two male villagers attended me. My abdomen had become so large that I could scarcely stand without help. As I waddled through the village, the villagers bowed and gave thanks.
This morning I felt my first contraction and I knew that it was nearing time. My attendants helped me lie down on the floor in the house that I had been staying. They then removed my loincloth and held my legs back over my head. My uncle lit incense, said a prayer, and comforted me as my contractions became closer and closer together. He said nothing when a watery discharge came flowing out of my anus. He quickly cleaned it up. The contractions are now stronger so I must focus on the here and now. I can feel the baby stretching my rectum and pushing against my prostate. I am embarrassed because I quickly erected, but my Uncle has waved it off. My attendants are envious of my erection, since they had never had nor seen one. They also wonder aloud why I wasn't affected by the curse. My uncle responded, "the chosen one is protected from the curse." My uncle calls for another attendant. The attendant quickly begins to masturbate my penis after receiving instructions on how to do it from my uncle. I feel my sphincter muscle pushing harder, but no baby has appeared. I contract my abdominal muscles and push with my sphincter muscles even harder, but still no baby. I groan in agony as I continue to contract and push. My uncle appears to have sensed a problem because his examining my mangina. "The baby is a breech," he says, "but do not worry," he adds calmly. He has put his hand into my anus and is turning the baby around. I huge wad of semen shoots out of my penis amazing the attendants. "Push Vijay," says my uncle ignoring the other show. I push. I feel the head of the baby pass out of my body. The rest of the baby quickly follows. "Push," says my Uncle again. "Why," I ask between breaths? "Push," he commands. I contract my abdomen again and feel something slide into my rectum. "Push Vijay, push," says my uncle. I feel another head pass out of my body. "Push," says my uncle. "Push." I painfully contract my abdomen again. This time the baby passes out of my body with little difficulty. "Three babies," I say not believing it. "Yes, Vijay," responds my uncle. "Yes." He and the attendants say a prayer. "Did you know about this," I ask between heavy breathing? "Yes," he responds, "I could feel them." "We are truly blessed." The attendants are doing the most amazing thing. They are exposing their genitals. I watch as the smiles spread across their faces as their organs pulse and fill with blood. They are soon fully erect. My uncle waves them off and they dash out into the street unabashedly fully erect. They soon have their organs buried. My uncle is cutting the umbilical cords of my three babies. I feel another contraction in my stomach and the three placentas are expelled. I am exhausted after the births and fall asleep. When I wrote to my mother that I was staying with my uncle she was very upset. "All of your education gone to waste," she wrote back. "No mother," I responded. "It will not go to waste." "There are many people who need me here." She wrote back that she was glad that I had remembered my heritage.
My three children grew up on the village with a great deal of other children. The children were younger, but that didn't seem to bother my children at all. They also were not the least bit bothered that they had been born of and nursed by a man. I have fathered several children with my wife since the triplets were born. I have also born many more children from various fathers in the village, even my uncle. Once I discovered the joy of life growing within me, I was not able to give it up. I used artificial insemination to fertilise my eggs. Usually one injection of semen produced the desired result. My wife never objected to my being constantly pregnant. In fact the site of me trying to manoeuvre with my distended abdomen and milk filled pectorals clearly amused her. We also tried to plan our pregnancies at the same time so that we could give birth together.
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