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This story was custom for Max and to his specifications as part of a story swap. The Not So Cursed Honeymoon By Morpheus Idea by Max Newlyweds Sam and Katie Winthrop stood outside the door to their hotel room, both grinning from ear to ear. It had been a very long day with so many things happening that it almost seemed like three. They'd been married, rushed to the airport, and barely managed to catch their flight to Hawaii. "Wait just a minute," Sam grinned at his new bride, "I have to carry you over the threshold." "Oh no you don't," Katie laughed. Sam gave Katie an evil grin as he looked down at her. He was 6 foot 1 and fairly athletic while she was a petite 5 foot 2. She tried to look as though she was intimidated by their size difference but wasn't very good at pretending and burst out in fit of giggles. "I've got you now," Sam grinned, picking Katie up and holding her tight as he stepped across the threshold into their hotel room. Once

Tom had been fascinated by pregnancy for as long as he could remember. When he was six, his mother had told him he would be getting a younger sibling, and he watched in amazement and wonder as, over the next few months, she grew and grew, her stomach rounding out into a beautiful big bump that simply radiated femininity in full bloom. For a long time, Tom had found he couldn't resist looking upon a pregnant woman in awe, and one of his years of schooling had been absolute paradise in that regard, as no fewer then three of his teachers had become pregnant in the space of one year, their bellies a source of wonder. Tom had often wondered what being pregnant was like, to carry a life inside of you until it was born. To be so large and so beautiful must have surely been a dream come true for a woman. But alas, he was a man, and as such a dream as his was impossible to attain. Until one day, when his wish came true. It was a fairly slow day in his home, as he lived alone. Very little

Tom had been fascinated by pregnancy for as long as he could remember. When he was six, his mother had told him he would be getting a younger sibling, and he watched in amazement and wonder as, over the next few months, she grew and grew, her stomach rounding out into a beautiful big bump that simply radiated femininity in full bloom. For a long time, Tom had found he couldn't resist looking upon a pregnant woman in awe, and one of his years of schooling had been absolute paradise in that regard, as no fewer then three of his teachers had become pregnant in the space of one year, their bellies a source of wonder. Tom had often wondered what being pregnant was like, to carry a life inside of you until it was born. To be so large and so beautiful must have surely been a dream come true for a woman. But alas, he was a man, and as such a dream as his was impossible to attain. Until one day, when his wish came true. It was a fairly slow day in his home, as he lived alone.

12 years had passed since Mary's rather remarkable pregnancy experience. During that time, she had ballooned to a massive 47 inches at 40 weeks, and although she had subsequently had a second child, she hadn't become anywhere near as large during her second pregnancy. Her body had recovered from such huge sizes, however, her former small and slim form having returned in the meantime. She had had a fairly succesful time as a mother and teacher, the fact her children went to the school she taught certainly helping that regard. In part, she had two sides to this matter. On the one hand, it was nice she was known as 'Mrs Carlisle the teacher' rather than 'Mrs Carlisle the beached whale'. Although she was aware most schoolboys had something of a fixation on pregnancy, which was hardly surprising given hormones and other such issues, she was comfortable with her life. One Saturday afternoon, she found herself looking at her bump pictures. Will had photographed her every week of her

It had been many years since Jane had had her last child. Indeed, both of her children were adults now, and both were living lives of their own. Mark, her older child, was happily married and the father of two children, whilst Brittany, her daughter, was also married and expecting her own child later in the year. Jane was happy for them, given she was a grandmother and they were happy with being parents, but at the same time she missed something. She had loved both of her pregnancies, and knew that at her age she was too old to have another child. For her to become a mother again would be nothing short of a miracle. One day, she was simply living her usual life. Her husband was out at work, and she was tending to the home. She'd been forced into retirement due to an injury, and as such had settled into a home life of sorts. She also called her children, to see how they were getting on, and wanted to help Brittany in any way she could with her pregnancy. Suddenly, the

Jessica nervously awaited her mother's arrival. Shortly after the text confirming her mother's rather incredible growth, a message had arrived saying she was catching the next train up to see her, as she wanted to find out how she was. The only problem was she had no knowledge of Jessica's odd ability to transform into a pregnant woman. She had no clue how she would take this, as she ran her hands up and down her bump. The babies seemed to be agitated too, and were squirming about inside her. "OK! OK! Please try to be calm. Mummy's scared too." This seemed to temporarily placate them, but soon her wriggling brood would be the least of her worries. The doorbell went downstairs. "Tom? Are you in? I'd enter myself but belly says otherwise!" Jessica walked down the stairs wracked with worry. Each step only seemed to worsen her nerves, a task not made easier by her titanic gut adding extra weight. She reached the bottom, unlocked the door, and threw it open to reveal her heavily

Giselle sat outside in the afternoon sun, smiling to herself. Ever since she had married Robert and become a stepmother to young Morgan, her life had been fantastic, if not quite how'd she had been planning for it to go at first. She looked up at the clear blue sky. She was currently wearing the wedding dress she had been wearing when she first fell into New York and her life took an abrupt turn for the better. After the confrontation in New York and the defeat of Narissa, Giselle and Robert had married, whilst Prince Edward had returned to his homeland (and Giselle's birth country) of Andalasia. She had also fixed up her old wedding dress (which had taken a bit of a battering on her first night in New York) and worn it to her actual wedding, which had been absolute perfection. Practically every detail had been covered and the ceremony had gone splendidly. However, even though she had made the journey from fairytale princess to a woman geared up to life in the real world, she still

Henry, for lack of a better term, felt emptiness in his life. Your fairly average looking guy with short black hair and a slim build, his emptiness came not from a lack of ambition or promotion. The truth was that he was saddened about something. He had a 'thing' for pregnant women, being especially drawn towards women carrying multiples and who had large breasts as a consequence of breast milk. But his feelings extended far beyond a mere fascination beyond expecting mothers. His emptiness was rather more literal. He wanted nothing more than to carry a child to term, to feel it move inside and respond to him. But he knew this was impossible. Being a man, the one thing he wanted most was the one thing he could never have, with no way of joining the big bellied beauties he idolised. Bobbi McCaughey was one of his idols, and he wanted to become as big and pregnant as her. One day, he was out in town when he ran into his friend Brittany. They had known each other for a while, and