Thought this deserved its own thread. Thanks to Inflateman123 for finding this, and most of all, Belly577 for writing it!

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Business Trip



By Belly577



I’m telling you guys this because I don’t know who else would listen.



I was in New York on business, and one evening I ventured out on the town and met a really attractive woman in one of the local bars. We got talking and hit it off straight away. Luckily I’d remembered to remove my wedding ring before going out that evening. I figured it was just a bit of fun. She insisted on buying me drinks all night and I went along with it because it seemed to make her happy. Anyway somewhere in the evening she invited me back to her apartment. I of course agreed and couldn’t believe my luck when she said that 2 of her girlfriends wanted to join us. Next thing I know I’m in a huge four poster bed with 3 of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen; a blonde, a brunette and a red-head. They kept plying me with alcohol, so I don’t remember too much about the evening, except they filled the bedroom with candles and kept chanting. Another funny thing was that it was almost as if they were fucking me, even though they all sat astride my cock as I lay there in my drunken stupor.

The next morning I woke up back in my hotel room. On the bed next to me was a small gift wrapped parcel. I opened it to find some very baggy pyjamas, clearly too big for me, in a nice dark blue silk. But no sooner had I opened the parcel I started to feel queasy. I stumbled into the bathroom just in time to throw up. I put it down to my evening of frivolity. Between hurling I noticed that I had some strange runes drawn on my abdomen, just below my navel. I was in the bathroom for about thirty minutes being ill until I finally made my way and tried to phone the office to tell them that I was not going in that day. The line was dead and to my horror my hotel room door was locked. I banged on it for ages but no one came to help. Luckily I saw that I wasn’t going to starve to death. The mini bar was well stocked. In fact it was huge, much bigger than I remember and filled with loads of cream cakes, pizza, candy bars, pasta, salami, in fact all my favourite foods. I was already feeling hungry so I got stuck in piling a couple of plates high so that I could watch some TV as I ate. By mid morning I had nearly eaten half of what was in the mini bar, but was still hungry. To my disdain my hard flat stomach had begun to swell outwards, thanks to my gorging. Whenever I stopped eating though, I got severe hunger pains in my bloated belly, so I kept munching away. Finally the pains stopped as I ate the last of the potato salad. Almost relieved I lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

My belly seemed even bigger I awoke and the hunger pains were back. Someone had replaced all the food in the mini bar and my binging began again. I was a prisoner to my insatiable hunger and all I could do was watch as my waistline steadily grew. By the early afternoon my belly was really bulging out. The only clothes that would fit me were the strange pyjamas that I had been given. The elasticated waistband was still worryingly loose, as if I was going to get bigger. By the time I had finished the contents of the fridge for a second time my once slim 32” stomach must have been in the high fifties. It was now four thirty in the pm and I waddled back to bed, quickly drifting off to sleep. When I awoke for the third time I was confronted with my huge belly towering over me. It was a real effort getting out of bed, but the hunger was back. Reluctantly, I started eating again. With each bite I could almost feel my belly growing. I had lost sight of my feet around lunch time, but my distended gut was starting to swell out to the side as well. Making me look as if I’d swallowed a beach ball. I sat cross-legged on the bed, my belly resting in my lap as I watched TV, surrounded by the contents of the mini bar. I was watching Rikki Lake, when suddenly she looked right at me.

“Oh my look at you!” She exclaimed “You’re nearly ready, but you need to eat more, and quicker!” She clicked her fingers and suddenly I was ravenous. I began jamming whole cakes in my mouth one after another, barely giving myself time to breathe. Quicker and quicker I ate, finishing every bowl and plate of every piece of food. I belched with relief as I finished the last piece of chocolate cake. Even in a sitting position I could no longer see my knees, and I guessed my hugely distended belly must be at least seventy inches across. I tried to stand up, but I was too big. After several unsuccessful attempts I just lay back on the bed rubbing my hands around the sides of my sore, bloated gut. The huge pyjamas were now drum tight across my stomach. I let out a sigh and heard a pop as a button finally gave under the stress.

The door opened and in walked the 3 women from the previous night. They gathered around me and ignored my demands for an explanation saying things like; “He was very susceptible.” “Looks like you gave him too much potion!” and “You never told me he’d get that big!” I could only lay there like a beached whale, trapped beneath my massive belly, as these three beautiful women examined me proudly, as if I was a prize heifer at a show. Finally one answered my demands for why they had made me so fat. “Fat? Fat? You’re not fat, you’re pregnant. We’ve made you big, ripe and in the family way. And now, we’re here to help you through your labour.” I started to complain when I felt her hand slide down the curve of my belly and slowly start to stroke my member, which quickly sprang to life. Ooooh. It felt good and I began to relax. The women sat me up and covered the bed with sheets whilst one continued to gently pump my cock and whisper soothing words to me as she helped me out of my clothes.

“Shhhhh. Now just calm down. We’re gonna help get all that life out of that big belly of yours. But you’re going to have to do what we tell you, when we tell you. You think you can do that? Good. Now I want you to take nice deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. That’s it, good boy. Now let’s get you out of those pyjamas before you pop anymore buttons off them. Keep breathing. In. Out. In. Out…”

When I was naked they helped me back onto the bed, propping me up in a reclined sitting position with some pillows. When they were ready the girl stroked me harder and faster, until I came. Ejaculating over my belly. Chanting the women rubbed the cum over my distended stomach as I sat there panting when suddenly I felt a pain. I gasped and excitedly, the three women took their positions. One mopped my brow, the other held my hand helping me to breathe and the other squatted down between my legs. I started to panic but they calmed me down. I could feel the contractions coming again and again, each one harder than the last. How could I be pregnant?!? I hitched up my knees and began breathing like I was told. After some very painful contractions I was told to start pushing. I complied, straining with all my might as I was told how well I was doing. The pain was so intense I felt as if I was going to pass out, but I kept going, pushing and breathing when I was told. Finally the baby’s head was seen and I pushed harder, feeling as if I was shitting out a bowling ball. With one final agonizing push I gave birth. It was a baby girl with red hair. I wanted to relax, but my quivering belly was still huge. The women changed positions and we began again, for the birth of my next child. By midnight I had produced 3 beautiful baby girls; a blonde, a brunette and a red head, the same as their ‘mothers’. The women told me how well I’d done, but I was too exhausted and drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning everyone had gone. I staggered into the bathroom relieved to see that my stomach was flat and firm again, although there were signs of stretch marks. I also found a worrying note saying “Thank you for being a surrogate mother for our daughters. We will contact you again when we are ready to add some more additions to our families. And we all want BIG families.”

As the months went by it seemed less and less likely that they were going to come after me again, I lived nearly 4 thousand miles away, besides it almost seemed like some weird dream. My wife and I started trying for a family as married couples do and life settled back to being normal. That was until my wife befriended 3 women new to our town from New York and invited them over for an evening meal…