Simulation

"Simulation"
by SomeDude

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Julie Matthews was a teacher. She was 22, about 5'8", 125lbs with good sized C-cup
breats and a trim waist, good hips, but she had an icredible ass, and had
short brown hair.

She had graduated college, and was now a teacher. She had just started teaching
her first class, a sophomore class, and the students responded to her well.
With 10th graders in the height of their puberty, and Julie being as hot as
she was, the response from her new class was always polite and sorta suck-up-ish.
She didn't realize it, but every time a student would say "Miss Matthews" for
her to help them, that was for a student next to the one who called her to
check out her ass. And it was hard for the guys not to get a boner when
they're lucky enough for her to be wearing a shirt with a midriff and her
thong would stick out right in front of their face. She always wondered why
she got unusually content responses from the male stuents...

One afternoon after school, Julie early to go to a doctor's appointment. It was
just a check-up, so Julie wasn't worried about anything drasitc health-wise.
But she really enjoyed going to her doctor's appointments, since her doctor was
a man who she deemed as dreamy. He was barely older than her, and was a pretty
fit guy, especially for a doctor.

"Miss Pirog, the doctor will see you now," the receptionist said. And she
was always in a good mood when this happened. As she walked in, she was greeted
as usual.

"Hello, Miss Matthews. Feeling well lately?"

"Please, Dr. Anderson, I've been seeing you for over a year, now, call me Julie."

"Alright, Julie. Then maybe you should call me Dave. How are you feeling?"

"Excellent. Nothing's been odd or unusual, and I feel great."

"Wonderful. Let's begin shall we." Dave began the standard checkings.

"Okay, can you please lift up or remove your shirt, Julie?" She knew why he said
this, but she couldn't help blushing because he actually said it. She decided
it would be best to just lift up her tight-fitting athletic shirt, and showed
her small, trim stomach. He took out his stethoscope, and turned around for a
second. Julie didn't see what he was actually doing, but she assumed he was
just warming the stethoscope.
He placed the stethoscope on her stomach. She got a weird tingling sensation.

"Okay, take a deep breath and...slowly exhale." And she obeyed, and repeated
this a few times as he asked.

"Well, Julie, everything seems normal. All we have left to do is draw blood.
Oh, I almost forgot, our new policy says that our patients need to have a mandatory shot."

"What's it for?"

"Oh, don't worry," he re-assured her. "It just a precaution, everything's fine."

"Okay, but you better make neither hurt," she said to make him laugh a little.

"I gotcha, Julie." With that he took out the needle, tapped the syringe while
spraying the contents out to ensure only the fluid goes in, pricked her arm,
and injected the fluid. Afterwards, he placed some "alcohol" to dull the pain.
And then on the other arm, he drew some blood.

"Well, we're all done, I'm just gonna take a quick two-minute check over your
blood sample, and then we're set. I'll be back soon."

"Okay," she said as he left the room, while rubbing her arms a bit. The two
minutes seemed like an hour to Julie as she waited for his return. As he came
back, he had an indifferent sort of look on his face.

"What's wrong?" said Julie with a bit of worry in her voice.

"Well, I have some news that I don't know whether or not you'd like it." He
paused for a moment. "Julie...you're pregnant."

She just sat there with an odd look on her face. "Wh-wh-wh-what? Pregnant? How
could I be pregnant? I'm still a virgin." Which was actually the truth.

"Well, I thought it odd at first, and when I re-checked, I got the same results,
and apparently you're going to be a mother. And to add a little more awkwardness
to the situation, you're already 4 months along."

"4 months, how? But I'm not even showing yet; my stomach was completely flat
last time I checked..."

"Are you sure about that? You may want to look again..."

Puzzled, Julie looked down and lifted up her tight shirt, and noticed that
her stomach was no longer flat and trim, but quite larger and bulging a bit.
Dr. Anderson took his pen out of his coat pocket and prodded her new round
belly just slightly, to reassure her that she wasn't hallucinating. She held
her shirt up with just one hand and rubbed her belly with the other. She was
just in complete awe. She couldn't think of any reason as to why one moment
her stomach was trim and small, and the next moment it looks like she had a
balloon under her shirt.

"Wow....I'm speechless...I don't know what to say."

"Well, I guess, congratulations. But I want to take your teaching a little lighter
now. Don't carry a heavy load to your classes, and take everything a
bit slower now. I want you to come in 2 weeks to check on how you're doing."

"Thank you, Dave."

He smiled at her. "No problem Julie."

Right before she started to walk away, he placed a hand on her now-bigger belly
and says, "Don't worry, everyting will be fine."

She looks at him for a second, and hugs him. Dr. Anderson, now in awe, hugs her
back and sends her on her way. And he looks on, with a devilish grin...



Over the next week or so, Julie has begun to notice more changes. One such is
that, obviously, her clothers didn't fit well, and with grading papers and such,
she couldn't go to a store to buy maternity clothes, so she has to wear very
loose clothing, or her pre-pregnant-usual athletic shirts. This morning, she
could not find anything loose to wear, and she remembered that she was supposed
to have done laundry, but couldn't because of her inability to sleep easier,
which made her quite restless. She wishes her belly wasn't so out-there as to
ruin her sleep. So she had to put on one of her tight athletic shirts.
She found one of those shirts, but struggled to get it on because of her growing
breasts for her post-pregnancy, but that her shirts did not even come close to
fitting over her stomach. She didn't realize at first, but as she walked by the
mirror, she noticed quite a large midriff between her shirt and pants, since
her pants slid down the roundness of her stomach, and the shirt was too small
and tight to fit over her stomach. She kept trying to stretch the shirt down;
no luck. Then she tried to pull her pants over her belly; no luck. After 5
minutes, she was too tired, and sat on her bed, leaned back, and rubbed her
belly in defeat. She struggled to get back up, and checked her clock; she would
have to hurry or else she'd be late for first class. She found a jacket, and headed out the door.

When she arrived at school, she decided to keep the jacket on, as to not
create speculation by her students that she was pregnant. But there was one
problem; the jacket didn't go all the way around her, so it was left a little
open. But that's not the predicament. When one of the students was pulling the
help thing for another student, her shirt rode up her stomach, exposing it fully,
and she didn't notice. So after she walked back, and turned around, she had a
huge, pregnant belly just hanging out in the open. Immediately, a sutdent noticed,
then the rest of students noticed, and all broke out in a fit of laughter and awe,
with jokes being yelled out about how she looked like a fat cow, how she looked
like whale, and the jokes like that. She looked down, pulled her shirt as far as
it could go, and walked out the room. She didn't know why, but to her it seemed
like her stomach was bigger than it was eariler this morning. She ran out of
the school as fast as she could, her belly jiggling with every step. Tears in
her eyes, she opened her car door, struggled to fit her belly inside, pushed
the seat back as far as it would go, and barely fit in, and drove away quickly.
She returned home, sobbing excessively, and decided it would be best
if she called her doctor.

"Hello, can you connect with Dr. Anderson?"

"Just a minute," the receptionist said.

"Hello?" Dr. Anderson.

"David, it's me Julie. I'm having some problems right now with the pregnancy
and I don't know what's wrong. I need to come by soon."

"Hmm...Well, I'm free in an hour, and off the rest of the day after that, so
why don't you come in then?"

"Okay, as long as it's soon. Goodbye." And she hung up before he had a chance
to react.

'What am I going to do?' she thought. She looked down at her "4� month pregnant"
belly and thought 'This couldn't be right.' She noticed that she had grown over
the past 2 weeks, but she had no idea how much. She got up to drink some water,
and coming back to her couch, taking a drank, she was totally oblivious to the
fact that her stomach was getting bigger. She waited for 40 minutes to pass,
which she thought felt like a day, then went to find a larger shirt. Realizing
that none of her shirts would fit her now, she just left the shirt she had on;
one of those tight athletic shirts, with the pants that go with it that is
right underneath the curve of her belly. As she was getting into her car, she
noticed that her stomach was now pressing up against the wheel. So for the
fifteen minute drive, she had to suck in her stomach while in motion.

When she finally arrived, Dr. Anderson was waiting for her. He was amazed at
the size of her belly. She saw the look on his face.

"See the problem?" she asked sarcastically.

"Well, let's just get you into the examining room."
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"Well, first, Julie, I have to draw some blood to see if anything in you have
contracted anything."

'Ugh' she thought, 'Not another shot.' When she felt the needle go into her arm,
she could've sworn that something was being injected in...

"Well, I'll go look at this. Be back in a minute."

And she there, waiting for his return.

"Good news, the blood test says you're fine. Nothing abnormal. Let's just see
how you and the baby are doing."

He took out the stethoscope, turned out, put something on it to "warm" it up,
and came back to Julie.

"Could you lift up that shirt, Julie, over your stomach?"

And she let the shirt go up to the top curve of her stomach. He put the stethoscope
on her stomach, and once again she got that tingling sensation. He moved all
around her stomach, and she just breathed in, and breathed out. Breathe in, breathe out.

"Everything's fine here. Let's just take out the mesauring tape to see how big
you are."

He took out the measuring tape, reached around her belly (which wasn't that
easy anymore), and found the beginning of the tape. He recorded the measurement
that he got.

"This is quite odd, Julie. 2 weeks ago, your waist was 36". Now, your
waist is 58". That's quite a lot bigger in just 2 weeks, and being only only 4� months along."

And after he said these words, all the lights in the room went off. It was
pitch black to her, and she just sat there waiting, very worried about this whole
predicament. She could hear him in the darkness.

"Well, this is odd, the power went out, the backup power should restart
everything soon."

About twnety seconds later, the lights came back on, but to Julie's surprise,
they were in a completely different room. Julie couldn't think of what to say.
Dave came fropm behind, pulled her back, and mechanical arms strapped her arms
and legs down, and she couldn't move her body. She was now lying on an angled
table, restrained by four mechanical arms.

"What is happening!? What are you doing!?" she yelled.

"I think it's about time to let you in on a little secret, Miss Matthews," he
trailed off just a little bit. "You're not actually pregnant."

She was even more confused now. "What do you mean, 'not pregnant,' how can you
explain this gut, then?"

"That, m'lady, is a new mixture I'm working on. I do thank you for being a guinea
pig, of sorts. I know it must not be easy for you to understand why you're being
used for my experiment, but you'll soon know..."

Julie waited to hear what was the meaning of everything.

"You see, I'm developing a new mixture that is used to simulate a pregnancy,
for those who can't actaully get pregnant, or those who are just trying to
experience something new. You happened to be the perfect person I know to test
this new mixture out; excellent shape, quite intelligent, young, and might I
say, quite ravishing, especially with your new 'features.'" He rubbed her
exposed stomach. "Just think of it this way: you've been helping young people
out by teaching, now you're helping people out by experiencing the joys of
pregnancy, if they're not able to or don't want to experience the real thing."

"How long?" she asked.

"How long, what?" he replied, waiting for more inquiries.

"How long did you plan this, how long do plan on keeping me like this? And I'd
like to know exactly what's happening to me."

"Well, remember when you came in for that first check-up when I first told you
that you were 'pregnant'? Remember what happened, the odd tingling sensation
on your stomach, the needle that "drew your blood"? Well, that was the mixture
being injected into your system, and the stethoscope had an invisible cream
that would allow your skin to stretch more easily. The mixture actually works
quite quickly, also. You didn't seem to notice the small expansion of your
stomach, but that's why you didn't notice that you were 'pregnant.'"

"Well, that answers one question."

"Alright then. The mixture alters your hormones so that your body thinks you
are pregnant. You get all of the regular occurences of a normal pregnancy; the
bloating, the swelling, the "kicks" of the "baby," but without the bad side
effects, such as morning sickness, stretch marks, etc."

"You don't call a massively swollen stomach a 'bad' side effect?"

"Don't be ridiculous, of course it's not. The bigger the better, I say. That
brings me to why you're so swollen. Did you notice that when you drank water,
you seemed to be getting bigger very quickly?"

"Yes...I did...so that's how you did it?"

"Precisely. It's sort of like a massive water retention. You're being hydrated,
and that water is being convorted into a creamy-, jelly-like substance, that
expands in your stomach. The more water you drink in a shorter amount of time,
the more growth that occurs. With the mixture that I used on you, high amounts
of water don't have to be drunk in order for you to expand so vastly. With you,
a simple water bottle, drank in 30 seconds, would be enough to expand you as if
you were nearly 6 months pregnant. I'll have to work on that so that it takes
more water to expand so greatly and so quickly. I don't want woman becoming
huge, human blimps by my product."

"That answers two of my questions. And the third...how long do you plan on
keeping me trapped here?..." there was some fear in her voice in that question.

"That depends on how long it takes to finalize the mixture. I'm nearly finished
with the antidote that will shrink you back to normal size."

"Oh..."

"Well, not 'you' in particular. By that I mean the customer. You, on the
other hand, will stay like this for quite some time, perhaps. I may shrink you
to regular size, but that may only be for testing out a new version of the mixture."

"Great...so I'm basically you're human balloon. You're just going to use me to
fill with your damn mixture until I'm a complete human ball of this shit. There
isn't anyway I'm going to pop from to much of it, will I?..."

"That all depends in I have my calculations correct. There will be a limit to
how big I make you before I'll have to shrink you back down. Hopefully the
antidote-mixture will be ready by then. But I just may use you as a human ball.
IKt sounds like fun, doesn't it? We could just roll you around all day." And
then comes that evil laugh of his.

'How could I get into a mess like this? And why did the young, cute doctor
have to turn out to be the crazy one?' she thought to herself. 'Maybe
this won't be so bad. After all, maybe being a human ball would be fun. I will
have someone taking care of me non-stop. I think I could get to liking being
the tester for this pregnancy mixture!'

"Dave?"

"Yes, Julie?"

"Can you get me some water? I'm getting a little thirsty." She grinned.

"Oh, ready for more, are you? I'll go get you some." He started to walk away.

"Better yet," he stopped to listen, "can you just get a hose?" A big grin came
across both of their faces.

He came back a few minutes later with a hose connected to a nearby faucet. He
placed the other end right above her mouth, and let another mechanical arm come
down to hold it there.

"I'll turn on low for you, so you really enjoy the expansion," he said cheerily.
He had gotten to her, and knew she would enjoy every minute of her
new-found roundness.

He typed something into a computer, and the mechanical arm placed the house in
her mouth. The other four arms let go of her arms and legs, because they both
knew she wasn't going anywhere, whether she wanted to or not.

He turned the faucet on, not too slow, but slow enough for her to feel the flow
of it, and the water slowly made its way to her mouth. He walked back above her,
since she was still lying on the table, her already huge stomach way out in the
open, while she happily drank more and more water. She herself couldn't believe
she had come around to wanting to get bigger, being by real pregnancy or her
permanently-fake one, but she was starting to get excited about what she expected to
follow. The effect of the water was slower than she had hoped, but
when she started to get that full feeling, she knew she'd be getting bigger any
second now.

The response of her belly was starting, and she could feel the skin tightening
more, as the swelling continued. A feeling she had experienced before, but it
was going to be more and more enjoyable. Dave watched her glee, and began rubbing
her belly. It was soothing to her, and got her more excited.


EPILOGUE

Dave is sitting on his couch, watching TV and drinking a beer. Julie comes
walks into the room, sporting a huge stomach, nearly twice times the size of a
full-term pregnant woman (when Dave last measured her, she was near 72 inches
around), and a huge smile on her face. Wearing a grey short-sleeve t-shirt with
a small square on the bottom of the shirt that says "6X" and is stretched to the
limits, barely covering her stomach, and a pair black slacks well underneath the
huge gravidness of her stomach, she waddles by very slowly, and plops down next
to him. They kiss quickly, and David begins to rub her belly with his free hand.
Appreciatively, she giggles, and they both continue watching TV.

"Dave, think I can have a beer?" she asks.

"Babe, I don't know what it do with the chemicals. Mixing it with alcohol could
create a lot of excess gas."

"Well, couldn't you just let me try?" She asks, dumbly and sexily, putting a
finger up to her mouth, shrugging her shoulders, and smiling. Dave caved.

"Well, at least it could be research..." Dave said, smiling, handing her his beer.
She took a sip, and quickly began to feel a gaseous pressure begin to build in her stomach...

FIN