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Written by Joe Saunders.
The Students Diary - Part 2
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SUNDAY 9TH APRIL
Disaster! Now I am in the second trimester, so Sasha says, this is the reason my belly has put on a spurt. It has grown three inches in the last month and is showing. It very definitely sticks through the baggy tops I wear at Uni. I found that if I hunched over a bit it disappeared, but Sasha says that spoils the way I carry it and has now connected the back of my waist strap to the back of my chest harness so unless I stand erect the ball/cock ring becomes very uncomfortable. She has always been assertive and I thought she might have a mean streak to her but I haven’t really seen it until now. The other day I smashed a cup clearing up the breakfast things and as a punishment she pulled this strap one notch tighter before I went off to Uni, and I had to go round all day with my belly stuck out. I didn’t half get some comments about my beer gut. At least it looks like a beer gut at the moment. I have tried to find excuses for not going home to Mum’s next week, but she won’t be having any of it, so I am going to have to go. At least I should be able to stand in such a way that will try and disguise it as I can’t be expected to spend 2 or 3 weeks with it on. But they are bound to notice this small bulge nonetheless. Earlier today Sasha had a girl friend round who was really inter-ested in my tummy. When she found I was pregnant she started ask-ing Sasha all kinds of questions. While I was in the kitchen I’m sure I heard her ask Sasha if I would have her baby for her as well. I didn’t catch Sasha’s reply, but her friend seemed to get quite ex-cited after that. Am I going to have to do all this again next year, I wonder? And what is really amazing to me is that part of me hopes that I do. Mind you I haven’t been through labour yet, so I may have a different view after that. So as you might guess, I don’t actually mind being pregnant. In fact it is really a very hot experience. However, I am beginning to find people staring at my gut and I don’t like that, especially as time goes on it is inevitably going to get much bigger. As I am still very slim on the rest of me (though I have put on some muscle) it is going to look odd. Mind you, with the rate I am eating now, I may get fatter all over. I could eat for England and always seem to be hungry. Sasha is very good at feeding me all the right things, so I may put on some body weight as well. Let’s hope so. Not that I want to be fat - I don’t, but being fatter would fit better with the belly I will surely grow.
THURSDAY 9TH MARCH 2000
I have decided to write my diary in connection with my pregnancy and since I am due on 9th September I am now at the end of my first tri-mester. So far so good. You wouldn’t really know I was pregnant to look at me dressed. Admittedly, I have started wearing baggy clothes to Uni, because if I wore tight tee shirts my stomach would be noticeable in that it is not as flat as it was. And for myself, although somehow I feel pregnant, there has been no morning sickness and really no symptoms whatsoever except that my tummy is a little rounder. This has annoyed the feminist side Sasha who I think wanted a man to get the whole experience of pregnancy, especially the bad bits. However, she reminds me that I shall go into labour and she intends that I have a natural birth with no drugs. That side of it fills me with horror, though I am still looking forward to being a huge pregnant man. A scan today revealed that there is one baby, so Sasha thinks I won’t get very big. I think she is an-noyed about that too. The other side of me is relieved - perhaps I will be able to hide it for most of my term. My belly has been growing at an inch a month so my waist is now 31". It is really only noticable to me, Sasha and Al. As most of the time my ‘uniform’ at home is the harness and with no top, you can see the slight curve on my gut. I think it looks quite sexy really. I have a feeling Al does too, and I wonder sometimes if he now wishes he was experiencing the pregnancy. For a long time I have been wondering if it would be safe to go home in the holidays because I might be showing by then. But as I have grown very little up to now I have decided to go home for Easter. Mum has been pestering me for ages about when I would be arriving home, but I have hung fire because I wanted to be sure that nothing would be too obvious. But another inch on my waist will be all right especially with baggy clothes. Mind you we don’t finish till 16th April and come straight back to exams on 2nd May, so it will be nearly two extra inches I have to hide by the end of the hols. But that shouldn’t be too difficult. Life continues to be very good. I don’t have to work too hard for Sasha and Al and I seem to live up to her high standards most of the time. The course is very interesting though I still find it hard to concentrate and I am not getting such good marks as I did at the beginning of the course. In fact my tutor called me in to discuss it and suggested that I was spending to much time in the Union bar as his eyes flicked to my belly. So he has noticed it! However, he doesn’t know it isn’t a beer belly. I feel less inclined to spend time with people at college now and tend to be at home when I haven’t got stuff at college. I find I like to spend time alone now – just me and my baby.
JANUARY 2000
Well we saw in the Millennium, it wasn’t that exciting really. We stayed up all night and I felt really tired at the end of it. When I complained to Sasha she said that I had to remember I was pregnant now and learn to take things a bit easier.
I keep trying to imag-ine what I shall look like when I am 9 months pregnant. It’s dif-ficult to know but already I can tell that my belly is growing though it won’t really be noticable to anyone else. At the dinner party Sasha held last night the guests were really looking at the see through black tee shirt which had a very slight rounding at the front.
However, I am definitely growing. I can only just wear any of my pants now they are really all far too tight in the waist now. Sasha has bought me some new ones which are too big, but she is con-fident that I will very soon grow into them and soon grow out of them too. Why is that thought so hot and yet fills me with dread when I think about the people at Uni observing me grow?
I noticed that Sasha waited until she knew I was defintitely preg-nant before she bought me new pants. She gave me a scan a week ago, and confirmed it. I could have told her anyway. Somehow I feel pregnant, don’t ask me how, but I do. I am finding it really hard to concentrate on my work at Uni. I keep thinking of the baby - the precious life growing within me. I will have to get a grip, I will have to concentrate for another five months, then the exams will be over and we will be in the holidays.
I forgot to mention in previous months that Al and Sasha are married. The reason for the Millennium project is that they want children but she didn’t want to carry them, and as a fertility expert, she decided to develop this Millennium project. Al didn’t want to spoil his wonderful body either, so it turns out I am carry-ing their child.
I am not even the father, just the womb! One excellent spin off from this is that my balls and my dick have got bigger. In fact my dick is nearly two inches longer than it was and my balls are getting quite pendulous. If I am honest, I am finding my balls a little too pendulous. They feel very heavy and sensitiveas well as large and my scrotum has become very saggy so to have them bashing about between my legs is uncomfortable. When I complained about this Sasha said it is the pregnancy that makes them sensitive so afterwards they will be better. But at present I try not to get them too confined. Al says that my gait has become quite wide and I’ve noticed it’s true – I do walk with my legs far apart. Sasha says it has the makings of a good waddle when I get bigger.
DECEMBER 1999
What a roller coaster of emotions this month has turned out to be. The last month of the Millennium could not have been more dramatic for me, but more of that later. So as I sit writing this on the last day of 1999, so much has happened in the last few weeks of it, that I hardly know where to begin. In the end, I decided to come back to college for the New Year as we are going to have a bit of a bash for the Millennium later tonight. I have been home for a cou-ple of weeks over Christmas. They all said how well I was looking, and pleased I had put on a bit of weight. It is true of course. All the exercise and eating and I am beginning to get an vaguely athletic figure. But all that is to change.
Sasha had booked me for the whole of the second weekend of this month for her Millennium Project. On the Friday evening she strapped me face down on the bed again - I find that quite hot really - and then said she was going to give me my Christmas pres-ent. She put a tube right up my back passage again and did some proceedure or another, which I couldn’t really see but didn’t feel unpleasant. After a few minutes she removed the tube and said that I would have to stay there the whole weekend to allow the fetus to implant itself. Hopefully, she said, I was about to be pregnant.
ME PREGNANT? I’m a man for goodness sake. But on Monday morning when she released me, she made me pee into this pregnancy kit thing and it read positive. And judging by the way my pants feel now, I either ate too much over Christmas or there is something inside me growing. Not that there is very much to see. I can tell that my stomach is less concave than it was, but nobody else would notice. Thankfully, I have not had any morning sickness or anything like that. In fact I can’t remember ever feeling so well.
Ever since that weekend, Al continued getting me to work out as nor-mal and I have lived life as normal, so maybe it isn’t really going to happen after all. Sasha says there is no point in doing a scan until it has developed a bit more, but she did another pregnancy test when I got back earlier today, and according to that I am still pregnant.
If it is true, I wonder how long it will be before I begin to show. What do I say to my mates? Will it just look like a beer belly? Will I be able to continue the course? Sasha says it will be no bother because I will be at my biggest and give birth in the summer holidays. So maybe I can get to end of June without any embarras-ment, but I don’t think I’ll be going home in the summer.
Once I had got over the initial shock of being up the duff, I began to find the idea quite hot and I spend a lot of time thinking about what I will look like when I am nine months gone. I find the idea surprisingly attractive. The only down side is what my friends will think when this very skinny guy develops a gut. There is ten-sion in me; part of me wants a huge gut soon, which I think will be really sexy, but the other part of me wants to hide it as long as possible when out in public. I have asked Sasha how long she thinks it will be before people will notice and how big I will get. She said she didn’t know the answer to either of those questions, but that women usually put on about 35lb in weight. She also thought that I would ‘show’ sooner rather than later because I was so slim and that as I have a man’s body the babies growth would all be external to it as there was no room within it.
At least I am back at Sasha’s now and she has been able to adjust my harness. The last few days have been uncomfortable as my growing waistline has caused the strap the start pulling on the cock ring. No more for now – off to the Millennium party --- pregnant!
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