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This is one of my favorite mpreg stories! I read it first on belliusmaximus.com before it went down. Someone tracked it down and put it on the old forum, so I am transferring it onto the new one!

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MOTHER TRUCKER
BY STEVIE D.

After driving his 18-wheeler for 16 hours straight, all 25-year-old Matt Harrington was looking for was a hot meal and a hot shower, two things the sleeper cab of his rig couldn't provide. He was in the middle of Wisconsin when he started seeing signs for the Magic Mirror Motel. At first he thought of Snow White and smiled as he drove on, but as he got closer and closer the idea of stopping for the night became overwhelming. Gearing down the Peterbilt, Matt pulled into the parking lot and climbed out of the rig. An old woman who could have easily been an evil witch in a fairy tale was at the desk. "Have a pleasant stay," she said handing him the key. Matt couldn't help feeling that she knew something that he didn't.

Kicking off his cowboy boots, Matt slipped off his jeans and shirt. At 5'9" and 170 pounds, he felt he was in pretty good shape. You had to be to wrestle a big rig all day and night. Turning on the shower, he slipped off his underwear and stepped into the stall.

Feeling refreshed and hungry, Matt started drying off when he saw the writing on the steamed mirror. WHAT IS YOUR TRUE DESIRE? What kind of joke was this? Had somebody come into the room while he was in the shower? Then the mirror clouded over again. WRITE DOWN YOUR DESIRE appeared. Matt did have a desire--something he'd never told anyone. With a finger he wrote I WANT TO HAVE A CHILD OF MY OWN. "There it is, like that's ever going to happen," he said out loud to himself. He started back into his room but halfway across the floor a sudden pain in his groin doubled him over. Cupping his crotch with his hands, Matt stumbled to the bed where he doubled over in agony until he passed out.

The sun was going down when Matt woke up feeling like he'd been asleep for days. Reaching to the stand beside the bed, he turned on the lamp then gasped at the hand that had done it. It was a woman's hand--slender with bright red nail polish. Rushing to the bathroom he looked in the mirror to see the reflection of a beautiful, naked blonde woman. Stunned beyond words, Matt touched his lips with his fingertips. So did the woman. The same thing happened when he cupped his breasts. From past experience, he knew they were C-cups. "This can't be happening," he said out loud but it came out in the soft, lovely voice of a woman. Matt's heart was pounding as he reached his hand to his crotch. Instead of his seven-inch cock, he found the soft folds of a woman's pussy. Suddenly the mirror fogged over again and the words YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED appeared.

Still in shock, Matt went back to the room to look for his clothes but the only outfit he found was for the woman's body he suddenly found himself living in. Then it all made sense--this was his chance to have the child he wanted so bad.

Slipping into the flimsy black panties, Matt had a little trouble getting his breasts into the matching bra. Then he pointed the toes of his sexy woman's foot and pulled sheer black stockings up over his slender, shapely legs. Stepping into a short black leather skirt, Matt fastened it around his slender waist then pulled on a red knit sweater and combed his long blonde hair. Instinctively he knew what kind of makeup to put on. When he was finished he couldn't believe his eyes. He was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

Opening the door of his hotel room, Matt heard loud country music and lots of wild laughter. Across the road was a bar that he didn't remember seeing when he pulled his big rig in. By the time he got there he was walking normally in his red high heels. When Matt went inside it was if everything stopped and everybody was looking at him. His heart was pounding as he sat down at a table away from the crowded bar. The door opened again, Matt looked up to see a man standing there who looked exactly like he did before he'd changed into a woman. He couldn't look away. The man spotted him and smiled, then he was walking towards his table.

"Hello beautiful. Can I buy you a drink," his own male voice asked. "A beer with a whiskey chaser would be nice," his woman's voice answered. "That's funny, that's exactly what I was going to order," the man said sitting down at the table. "I'm Matt," the man said, sticking out his hand. "Maddie...I'm Maddie," he answered. "Matt and Maddie. Something tells me we were meant to meet," he said.

After a couple beers and chasers Maddie started to forget that she was really a man. She slow danced with Matt finding it empowering to press her sexy feminine body against him and feel him react. "Does your truck have a bed in it," Maddie asked as they sat close together at their secluded table. "Yep. Probably as big as your bed at home," Matt answered then added. "Would you like to see it?" Once they were in the sleeper of the Peterbilt, Matt took Maddie in his strong arms and kissed her so hard it took her breath away. "You are so beautiful, Maddie. I've been wanting to do that ever since I spotted you," he said. "Me too," she whispered.

They were kissing passionately as their tongues danced. Matt moved his big hands under Maddie's red knit sweater, rubbing her sides, then her back as he guided her even closer until his erection was pressing against her. "I want you so much," he told her as he deftly unhooked her bra and took it off.
Turning the sexy blonde around, Matt rubbed her flat tummy then moved his hands higher to her bare breasts, kneading them until her nipples were hard and she was moaning with pleasure. "Make love to me...I want you SOOO much," Maddie moaned, so lost in pleasure she was forgetting she was a man. "I will...in time...I'm not done playing with you yet," Matt told her.

Unsnapping Maddie's black leather skirt, Matt unzipped it then pulled it down over her long shapely legs. She moaned with pleasure as he began rubbing her inner thighs with his rough hands. "Oh Matt, that feels SOOOO good! You're making me wet," she crooned. Taking a hold of the waistband of her soaked black panties, Matt pulled them off. The next thing Maddie knew his head was at her crotch and he was licking her overheated pussy. "Oh Matt! You're making me cum," Maddie exclaimed as Matt experienced his first orgasm as a woman.

"FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME," Maddie pleaded when she got her breath back. "What happened to making love," Matt laughed. "We can do that too...but I NEED you to FUCK ME," she said moving her bent knees apart invitingly. Maddie held her breath when Matt reached into a compartment by his sleeper bed. "You don't have to worry...I'm on the Pill. I'm allergic to latex," she told him. "Besides, I want to feel you cum inside me."

Matt moved his body between Maddie's knees as she guided his hard seven-inch cock to her dripping pussy. Maddie moaned with pleasure at the powerful thrust and soon they were working in the age-old rhythm of hot sex. Then Maddie felt it happening, she was going to have another orgasm. "OH, OH GOD! I'M GONNA CUM! FUCK ME HARDER! I'M....I'M CUMMING," she exclaimed as Matt stopped in mid stroke and filled her pussy with blast after blast of hot baby making juice. Hours later Matt covered the woman's body he was in with most of his clothes then snuck out of the big rig and back to his motel room.

Bright sunshine was streaming through the window when he woke up having to piss like a racehorse. He ran his hand through his hair to discover his normal short crop and the C-cups were gone too. "Holy fuck! What a dream," he said just to hear his own voice. Heading for the bathroom, Matt took the stance in front of the toilet and reached for his penis but it wasn't there. Oh Christ, he still had a pussy! Then he noticed something else. All his body hair except for a little patch above his pussy was gone--his chest and legs were as smooth as a woman's.

Matt was still in a daze as he packed his bag, turned in his room key, climbed into the Peterbilt and started driving until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. Crawling into the sleeper, he nearly impaled himself on something sharp. Reaching under the blanket, he pulled out a red high heel. For a long time Matt just sat there holding the shoe before he allowed his brain to work. He was a man, but one with a woman's plumbing, and if the sex really happened, and he was sure it did, then was it possible that he was really pregnant? Matt wondered how long he had to wait before taking a pregnancy test, and where he was going to find the guts to buy one.

After a few days Matt had adjusted as well as he could to having a pussy. He was used to having to piss sitting down. It was harder having women look at him the same way they used to and knowing there wasn't anything he could do about it--unless they were lesbians. That thought gave him a strange tingling in his pussy he didn't even want to think about.

Two weeks later Matt was a couple hundred miles away from home when he pulled the 18-wheeler into a strip mall with a drugstore. The young clerk looked at him a little funny when she rang up his purchases-- a pack of razor blades, a can of shaving cream, and two home pregnancy tests. By the time Matt bedded down the Peterbilt, the piss he'd been holding all day was aching to get out. Opening the door to his two-bedroom house in rural Michigan, he tossed his duffel bag on the couch, flopped onto the recliner, and began reading the instructions on the pregnancy test boxes.

Sitting on the toilet, Matt held one piece of plastic and then the other into his piss stream then placed them in their stands. He had to wait 15 minutes, just about the time it would take for him to walk and get his mail. Flinging the mail on the table, he went straight to the bathroom. The first test had two thick blue lines, the other one was even more definitive, it said PREGNANT.

It was the middle of the night and Matt still couldn't sleep. He was pregnant. There was a tiny baby growing inside his body. A body that everyone else thought was male. Counting off the months, the baby would be born at the end of February. At least maybe he could hide his condition better in winter. This was all so crazy.

Starting his second month of pregnancy at the beginning of July, Matt felt perfectly normal until early one morning when he stepped into a greasy spoon for breakfast. As soon as he smelled fried food, black waves passed in front of his eyes and he knew he was going to be sick. Cupping his hand over his mouth, he rushed to the men's room and crouched in front of a toilet throwing up. "Man, you must have had a rough one," another guy at a urinal said.

Over the next two weeks Matt wondered why they called it morning sickness when it could come at any time of the day or night and usually left him feeling exhausted. At a bookstore in Texas he bought a Pregnancy for Dummies book that said morning sickness was a good sign. It meant the mother's body was adjusting to carrying the baby. It said the morning sickness usually went away at the end of the first trimester.

Starting his third month of pregnancy in August, Matt was feeling better than he could ever remember feeling. He was taking all the vitamins pregnant women were supposed to take and drinking milk by the gallon. One morning when he was getting dressed he realized he had loosened his belt two notches from where he'd worn it for years. It was happening, his unborn baby was starting to grow.

A few weeks later Matt was between trips and home for a whole week. He knew he had a lot to do if he wanted to keep his condition a secret. Stepping out of the shower, he dried off quickly but paid special attention to his pussy. He'd gotten almost used to having it. Turning sideways, Matt looked at himself in the full-length mirror and saw the gentle slope of his three and a half months pregnant shape. Moving his hands to his lower belly, he felt the firmness where his unborn child was growing. Returning to his bedroom, Matt slid on a pair of faded jeans, but when he tried to fasten them, the material wouldn't reach around his thickening waist.

Driving his pickup to the Sears store 20 miles from his house, Matt tried to imagine what he'd need when his body grew heavy with child. He picked up five pairs of jeans with 40-inch waists instead of his 36-inch ones, extra large shirts instead of his medium ones, a couple of flannel shirts and bigger underwear. Without really realizing how he got there, Matt found himself in the middle of the infant's department. "Can I help you," a middle-aged woman clerk asked. Well Hell, he thought to himself, he figured now was as good a time as any. "My wife and I are having a baby...I don't know where to begin," he answered. Matt decided it was a good thing he had a pickup truck. He bought all the baby furniture he would need and baby clothes so tiny he got frightened every time he looked at them. Maybe he should have wished for a ten-year-old instead of having to be pregnant and give birth.

Starting his fourth month of male pregnancy in September, Matt had already gained 10 pounds. But since truckers were known for their hearty appetites, nobody noticed that he was eating for two. Something else was happening too. He found himself talking to his unborn baby as they were bonding even before it was born.

Driving down the Interstate, Matt didn't even notice he was doing it at first. He was rubbing his pregnant pussy through his jeans and boy was he aroused. He hadn't thought much about sex even though the pregnancy book said his hormones would be raging as his body changed. Matt began seeing signs for the adult boutique about 20 miles before he pulled the Peterbilt into the parking lot. He found them right away, a whole wall filled with the male body part he was without. "Looking to get your wife something to keep her company while you're gone," the elderly man behind the counter laughed. Matt had the urge to drop his pants and show him what it was for but he didn't.

That night instead of finding a truck stop, Matt pulled off the Nebraska Interstate and parked at the side of an on ramp where truckers often stopped to sleep. The cab of the Peterbilt was much like a small apartment--it had a microwave and toaster oven, a refrigerator, a table with a computer on it and a TV and CD player besides the large bed. After eating a steak and baked potato, green beans and two rolls topped with a tall glass of milk, Matt loosened his belt yet another notch. He wondered what he would look like in a couple months when he was really pregnant, and how he was going to hide it from everyone.

Hours later, Matt lay in the bed of his dimly lit sleeper wearing just his white under shorts and a T-shirt, his purchase beside him. Moving his hands under the shirt, Matt rubbed them over the small bulge in his lower belly where his unborn child was growing. Sliding his hands lower, he began rubbing his smooth inner thighs until he began to feel a tingle in his pregnant pussy. Slowly Matt began rubbing his pussy through his under shorts until the cotton was soaked and he could smell his aroma. Sliding his fingers inside the flap, he began manipulating his pregnant pussy until he was moaning with pleasure. Grabbing the dildo, Matt rubbed the head up and down over his dripping pussy then groaned with pleasure as he plunged it inside. It felt so good to have his pussy filled. Matt began working the dildo in and out, deeper and deeper, faster and faster as he felt his orgasm building. When it hit he groaned with pleasure as he came again and again.

A week and a half later, Matt was inching the Peterbilt up a steep incline when suddenly he felt a tiny flutter from deep inside his four and a half months pregnant belly. "Well hello there! I'll bet you're wondering how you ended up where you are. It's a really long story," he said rubbing his rounding four and a half months pregnant tummy.

Fall weather was turning colder as Matt started his fifth month of male pregnancy in October. He was 14 pounds over his normal weight and he needed loose flannel shirts and a baggy jacket to hide his rounded stomach. The baby was moving more and more but they were mostly when he was laying in the sleeper and after he'd gotten out of a hot shower. That all changed a few days later at a truck stop just outside of Cheyenne, Wyoming. Matt was standing around shooting the breeze with a bunch of truckers who had bellies as big as his and he was reasonably sure they weren't five months pregnant. Without warning, his unborn baby gave a strong volley of kicks. He totally lost track of what everybody was saying. His attention was only on the amazing thing happening inside his gravid body.

A few days later the Peterbilt needed servicing and Matt decided he needed a rest too. Bright sunshine was streaming through his bedroom window when he woke up. It was hours later than he was used to getting up, but his five and a half months pregnant body needed more sleep. Moving his hands under the blankets, Matt rubbed his bulging belly as the baby began to stir inside him. Climbing out of bed wasn't as easy as it used to be as his center of gravity was definitely changing. Rushing to the bathroom, he sat down on the toilet and peed a river.

After drying off from his shower, Matt returned to his bedroom suddenly feeling incredibly horny. From reading his pregnancy book, he knew that his condition was bringing increased blood flow to his pussy and that having sex was good for him because it would strengthen muscles he'd use for delivering the baby. Laying naked on the bed, Matt moved his hands over his bulging five and a half months pregnant belly. He didn't want to think what he'd look like in a couple months or how he was going to disguise it. Slowly he began rubbing his inner thighs until he felt the sexual excitement starting to build. When he couldn't wait anymore, Matt began touching his pussy lips until his fingers were wet. Guiding the dildo to his pregnant pussy, he pushed it in, groaning with pleasure. Back and forth, deeper and deeper. Matt could feel it happening, he was going to have an orgasm.

After dressing in a pair of white under shorts, Matt pulled on his jeans but when he tried to close them around his thickened waist he could barely do it. He put on a still baggy sweatshirt and after breakfast he got in his pickup and headed for the shopping mall again. Nobody inside the big and tall man's shop paid any attention to Matt as he looked for larger clothes. His unborn baby was a different story, he or she picked that moment to start kicking up a storm. Matt just couldn't resist sliding a hand under his shirt to his hard rounded five and a half months pregnant baby to feel the action.

Matt left the store with XXX sweatpants and sweatshirts, even larger flannel shirts, jeans with 48-inch waists and a couple pair of bib overalls, and even bigger T-shirts and under shorts. On his way home, Matt stopped by the supermarket and stocked up with groceries for when his belly was so big he didn't want to risk going places.

Winter was beginning to apply its icy grip in November as Matt started his sixth month of pregnancy. As he drove the big rig he began to experience more little aches and pains. His back was curving and bothered him when he got tired and he got cramps in his legs. Suddenly Matt's appetite was ravenous. He tried to eat healthy meals and he drank lots of milk to make strong baby bones. By the end of the month he'd gained 21 pounds and his belly was large and well rounded.

One icy day when Matt was unhooking the cables from his trailer he nearly lost his balance and fell. At that moment he knew it was time to take the Peterbilt off the road until after he'd delivered his unborn baby. He wasn't worried about money. He'd hardly had time to spend what he'd made. Now it was time to think of his family.

Winter weather hit the Midwest full force as Matt started his seventh month of male pregnancy in December. A strong wind was blowing outside his bedroom window as he experienced a different kind of storm--a volley of kicks and jabs from inside his big bulging belly. Struggling out of bed, Matt rubbed his aching curved back as he waddled to the bathroom to pee. The baby kicked and turned even harder as he stood under the warm water, which hit his seven months pregnant belly and missed the front of his legs.

Matt needed all of two bath towels to dry himself off, then he stood in front of the mirror staring at his growing gravid body. His stomach was now large and well rounded and there was no denying its pregnant shape. There was a dark line running down the middle to his belly button, which was smoothing over. His hips were wider too to support all the pregnancy weight he was gaining.

Back in his bedroom, Matt lowered himself gingerly to the edge of the bed then bent over his tremendous tummy and fished his feet blindly through the leg holes of his under shorts. Pulling on a pair of sweatpants, Matt hoped he'd have string left to tie when he was about to deliver the baby. After pulling a giant sweatshirt over his head and down over his bulging belly, he waddled to the kitchen to make breakfast. He was starved.

Matt usually spent Christmas on the road but this year his pregnancy made that impossible. As he sat around on the sofa watching holiday shows and feeling the baby thump inside his tremendous tummy, he began to get the Christmas spirit. Wearing a pair of bib overalls that fit his seven and a half months pregnant body alarmingly snug, Matt took his axe and hiked to the edge of his land and cut down a small Christmas tree. By the time he dragged it back to the house, his curved back was aching and the baby was kicking strongly.

He'd just taken off his coat when suddenly a sharp gripping pain struck and he eased himself into a chair until it passed. Anxiously Matt worried he was in premature labor but a second contraction didn't come. "I guess we're just going to have to take it easier until after you're born," he said rubbing his big rounded belly.

Starting his eighth month of pregnancy in January, Matt knew that soon his life would never be the same. But as his pregnant belly grew even larger and the movements of his unborn son or daughter became even stronger, he began to worry about labor and childbirth. Matt knew if he went to a hospital as a pregnant man, he would be on the front page of every newspaper in the world. He'd have to deliver the baby himself.

Snow was falling heavily when the strong kicks of his unborn baby jolted Matt awake. That and an urgent need to piss. Pushing away the blankets, Matt strained to work his heavy gravid body crossways on the bed with his knees bent and his feet wide apart on the floor. Pressing his hands against the sheet, he pushed his mammoth mound outward, groaning as he struggled to stand up. Cupping his pregnant pussy through his cotton under shorts, Matt waddled hurriedly towards the bathroom. Suddenly the baby gave him a sharp kick to his full bladder. "Oh baby! You shouldn't have done that," Matt groaned as the warm piss gushed out of his pussy soaking his under shorts and running down his smooth legs to the floor.

It took Matt three towels to dry off and when he finished he couldn't resist examining how his eight months pregnant body had changed. Standing sideways with one hand on top his tremendous tummy and the other underneath, he marveled at how hard and smooth it was. There was a dark line running down the middle to his flattened belly button. So far, he'd gained 27 pounds and his hips were wide and flat to support the extra weight.

A week later Matt knew he had to get the nursery ready for his unborn baby. By the time he got everything out of the cartons his curved back was aching already. Rubbing the spot, he pushed out his mammoth mound which stuck out from underneath his sweatshirt. By the time the crib and playpen, changing table and bassinet were put together, Matt was exhausted. He had no idea that carrying a baby was such hard work.

Moving through the second half of his eighth month of male pregnancy, Matt wondered how he could possibly get any bigger or more uncomfortable. At night it was almost impossible to find a position to lay that the baby liked and he was limited to laying on his side with his tremendous tummy resting against the mattress.

It was the middle of the morning before Matt finally woke up. He'd had to get up to go to the bathroom a half dozen times and he felt the need again. Groaning with the effort, he moved his heavy gravid body crossways on the bed then pressed his hands against the sheet and groaned as he struggled to his feet. After his shower Matt returned to his bedroom naked and very pregnant. Gathering up clean clothes, he lowered himself gingerly to the edge of the bed. The extra 31 pounds of his tremendous tummy made it nearly impossible to bend over and put socks on and fish his feet blindly through the leg holes of his under shorts and XXX sweatpants. The sweatshirts that once looked way too big now barely fit over his big bulging belly.

Matt usually started out full of energy but by afternoon he was laying on the couch with a pillow under his aching back. He was ALWAYS hungry but the baby was taking up so much space inside his nearly nine months pregnant body that he couldn't eat much without getting heartburn. Yet he knew that everything he was going through would be worth it when he held his baby.

Winter still held the Midwestern countryside in its icy grip as Matt started his ninth month of male pregnancy in February. He knew that it was a matter of weeks before he went into labor and would have to deliver his unborn baby totally alone and he was terribly nervous. He read the labor and childbirth sections of his book so many times that he knew them word for word. He just hoped he would remember it when his time came.

About a week later Matt noticed that something felt different as soon as he woke up. The baby seemed lower and wasn't kicking him up under his ribs anymore. Struggling out of bed, he waddled to the bathroom where he caught a glimpse of his nine months pregnant body in the mirror. His mammoth mound wasn't rounded anymore. Instead it was shaped like a giant slanted watermelon and his belly button was pushed out like the cork of a wine bottle. It was all going to be over with very soon.

A week later Matt was resting on the couch when the telephone rang. It took the nine and a half months pregnant man a half dozen tries to get to his feet and he was rubbing his aching curved back as he picked up the receiver. "Matt, this is Tuck. I have a big favor to ask. Cheryl is in labor and I need someone to pick up a load,” his best friend among the other drivers said. "Tuck, I'd love to, but...." Matt started as he rubbed his mammoth mound. "I know, you have a bad back. There will be people there to hook up the trailer and unhook it when you get there," his friend said. Matt could certainly identify, and he was tired of laying around the house and he missed driving his rig. "Okay, what am I hauling and where is it," Matt asked.

It was the middle of the morning before Matt struggled out of bed and dressed in a pair of sweatpants and pulled a sweatshirt over his nine and a half months pregnant belly. He'd gained almost 35 pounds and there just wasn't any way to hide the fact that there was a full-term baby inside his belly. Groaning with the effort, Matt hoisted his heavy gravid body into the cab of the Peterbilt. It felt good to be behind the steering wheel even though it was extremely snug with his mammoth nine and a half months pregnant mound. Turning the key, Matt fired up the big rig as the baby kicked strongly inside him.

Eight hours later Matt pulled the tractor into the industrial plant where he was supposed to pick up the trailer. He had to go to the bathroom so bad he feared one good kick from the baby would make him pee his pants. That almost happened as he climbed gingerly from the Peterbilt. Waddling between two trailers where nobody could see him, Matt untied the drawstring of his sweatpants, pulled down his stretched under shorts then squatted and released bladder control as the piss poured from his pregnant pussy.

The trailer was right where it was supposed to be, but Matt couldn't find anyone else to hook it to his rig. Snowflakes were starting to fall and the wind was picking up. Groaning with the effort, Matt climbed back into the Peterbilt and backed it up, connecting with the trailer hitch. By the time he had the hoses connected and was ready to start home, his curved back was aching and the baby seemed even lower inside his pregnant body.

By the time Matt got to the Interstate, it was snowing steadily, his backache was getting worse and he was getting gripping pains in his lower belly. At first he thought he'd pulled a muscle hooking up the trailer, but then he noticed they were coming about every 10 minutes and he realized he was in labor. Hours later it was snowing hard, Matt was still hundreds of miles from home and his contractions were coming closer together and getting stronger. Pressure was building again in his lower back, then pain knifed around his sides as he felt his mammoth mound harden with the contraction as he doubled over the steering wheel. Without warning, Matt felt a pop of pressure and the crotch of his sweatpants was soaked. His water had broken.

After that the contractions grew even more powerful and Matt's heart was beating fast as he realized he had to find a place to deliver his unborn baby. Another contraction was building as he pulled the big rig off the Interstate and parked it along the off ramp just as truckers do every night to sleep. When the pain hit, Matt doubled over his tremendous tummy groaning. The pain of childbirth was worse than anything he'd ever felt before.

Lifting his heavy, laboring pregnant body out of the seat, Matt struggled to get into his sleeper where he fought to get his breath back. He struggled his way through three more strong contractions as he tried to remember everything his pregnancy book said about giving birth. Kicking off his shoes, Matt lifted his butt off the mattress long enough to pull off his soaked sweatpants and under shorts. Pulling his sweatshirt up over his tremendous oblong tummy, Matt felt how very hard it was when he was having contractions, which were now only a few minutes apart.

Matt lost all track of time as he lay in the sleeper cab of his big rig in heavy labor. Soon his gravid body was covered with sweat. Suddenly he felt tremendous pressure in his lower back then it felt like a steel rope was being tightened around his mammoth mound. Oh God, Matt thought frantically, I HAVE to push! Wrapping his strong arms around his nine and a half months pregnant belly, he laced his fingers under the base. Pressing his feet against the sleeper cab when the contractions hit, he grunted as he pulled his belly back towards him as he worked to move the baby into the birth canal.

Hours passed as contraction after contraction wracked his pregnant body. He pushed again and again until he finally felt the baby's head moving down, sliding closer and closer to his fully dilated opening. He was covered with sweat and totally exhausted. Another contraction hit, Matt braced his feet against the sleeper cab with his bent knees wide apart. Pressing his hands at the top of his mammoth mound, he grunted as he pushed with all his might. Suddenly his crotch felt on fire as the baby's head was crowning his opening.

Panting to get his breath back, Matt bared down on the next contraction, groaning then screaming as the baby's head pushed out into his waiting hands. With the next powerful cramp, he turned the shoulders and the rest of the baby slid out of him. Matt felt almost faint as he cleaned out the baby's nose and mouth then tapped it's bottom. The baby turned bright red and began crying for all it was worth. Matt counted tiny fingers and toes and then looked to see that he had a daughter. At last he had the family he had always wanted. He wondered how much it would cost to get HARRINGTON & DAUGHTER painted on his truck.

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Ooooo Stevie D. I love his (her?) writing...Except for the cheesy pillow talk, it's really good.


I might have more of his (her?) stuff saved somewhere; I'll have to look.

-- Edited by Buggy Girl on Monday 21st of February 2011 04:08:42 PM

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I've read other stories that are similar in style, so I've always wondered if they were by the same author.

There was one called "Pregnant on the Farm", and another about a nun who gets raped and becomes pregnant, and they all progressed pretty much the same way.

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This is also one of my favorite mpreg stories, probably because it's rather descriptive in nature of Matt's pregnancy.

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theKicking wrote:

I've read other stories that are similar in style, so I've always wondered if they were by the same author.

There was one called "Pregnant on the Farm", and another about a nun who gets raped and becomes pregnant, and they all progressed pretty much the same way.




I don't remember reading the nun one, but "Pregnant on the Farm" was definitely by Stevie D. There were a few others, too, like "The Pregnancy Diary of Samantha Ryan."  I also believe Stevie was the original author behind the "Pregnant with Puppies" series and a few stories about young girls getting pregnant by older men.

 



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Sisterly Love, that's the story about the nun. Took me a minute to remember it.

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I actually can find ALL of those stories right now. They are still in the Kristin Archives, except for the nun one, which is on the Impregorium (if it's still up).

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Don't think it is (after a quick google search).

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I will have to look later ^^

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Remember reading this and I love it.
Would love to see an "Update of this story let's say 5 years after the birth"
after Matt wonders 'how much painting the truck HARRINGTON & Daughter" wouldl cost.

-- Edited by Enchanted Pregmancy Dream on Monday 21st of February 2011 05:54:07 PM

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It's up.

the-impregnorium.com

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great story got me into mpreg

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I love this story as well, love the detail the author put into the pregnancy

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love this story

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