He looked out into the crowd. Everyone was cheering his name, “Mikey, Mikey, Mikey!!” He couldn’t hide the satisfied smile. Why should he? He had waited so long for this moment, and finally he had made it. He walked up to the mic, took it in his hand and was about to give it his all…but like always the loud buzzing of his alarm clock brought  him back to reality. Slowly he rolled out of bed and stood. Stretching he walked into the bathroom, and began the routine tasks of another day in the life of Michael Nolan.

Washed, groomed, and fed he checked his watch to see his attempt to not be late the third day in a row would likely fail. He slid on his shoes grabbed his keys and name tag and headed to work. But when you’re already on a doomed path things only get worse. 

“Shit!’’ he swore seeing the huge traffic jam up ahead. Knowing the only other way would be almost 20 miles longer he tried to weigh he options before getting to far to turn around. Picking the long way he quickly turned into the next driveway and took off. Pushing 60 in a 45 mph zone and praying the whole way no cops were nearby he pulled into the parking lot with only 4 minutes to spare. Fast as he could he made his way to the time clock just in time, but only to be stopped by his boss. “Mike, come with me please.” The older man ordered. “Great” Mike thought out loud.

***

Sara looked up from her book when she heard the door open.  “Mikey?” she asked surprised. What could be wrong, this time? Mike never came to visit, ever since he became “too old” to live at home with his mom. (Which to him was around 10, but she wouldn’t let him leave until he at least graduated) It took her all but pleading to get him to come over for Christmas last year. 

“Uh yeah hey Mom.” He began “How’s it been?” He didn’t know what to make of the blank stare she gave him, so he continued. “Well, um, I out and I had to pass this way and decided to stop by.” She gave a small smile, “Well that was nice of you, sweetie. We’ve missed you around here.” He knew he had been stupid for not coming over more often, he sighed and sat down and took another approach. “So, where’s everyone at?” 

“Kasey and Alan are still at school. Lori is at a friend’s house and Lyssie and Noah are with Robert.” He laughed at how long it took her to tell where his siblings were. He looked around the room at all the pictures that filled the room. “Kasey still headed to photography school?” He laughed picking a frame up from the side table. “Yeah, she practically lives with a camera in her hand.” He looked at the picture in his hand. It was him with his high school band, after they just won first place at the talent contest. All he ever dreamed of was being this big famous singer, now he is here beating around he bush at telling his mom he’d got fired, again. 

“So, why are you really here Mikey?” He looked up to see his mom giving him her famous I know you’re lying stare. Knowing he had no other choice now he told her his news. “Really, Son this is the third time in two years!” she said disappointed. “I know Mom, I know.” He tried to think of ways to explain but knew they would only be excuses for his failure, and he had given her a few too many excuses in his life. 

***

His mom tried to get him to stay for dinner, and tried to explain she wasn’t mad just worried, but he told her he just would rather go home. When he walked through the door to his apartment he heard the answering machine beeping. He pressed the button and listened. 

You have two unheard messages. First unheard message… “You jerk! I can’t believe you came by and didn’t wait so we could see you! What have you forgotten that you have a family or something? I don’t even know why we all bother worrying about how you are or what you’re doing all the time ‘cause it’s obvious the feeling is not mutual! You never call or write or ANYTHING! What is the matter with you?” Second unheard message… “I have called to inform you that you have been selected to perform at the Harper Springs Annual Banquet, Monday, September 13th at 4:00 pm. I do so look forward to meeting you, I have heard quite a lot, and I am very interested. See you soon Mr. Nolan.” End of messages.

[ Ok, so the mpreg is definately coming up, just gotta figure out how to get my head to make the right words to use.  Anyway, how's it looking so far? ] 

Mike searched the room frantically trying to find a way out, or something to use to protect himself, but with no success. The minutes became hours as he waited for whatever fate was waiting for him, and then he heard the door open. 

The woman walked in carrying a small bag, following behind her were two large men. “Good evening, Mr. Nolan.” She started “I am so sorry your stay here so far has not been very inviting. And this room is so dreadfully unpleasant. But we took what we could get.” She smiled at him and his body trembled. “You are insane!” he spat out at her. “Why have you brought me here?” He began walking towards her but the two men came around her and grabbed him. “Do not be a fool, Mr. Nolan, my men will not be taking any of that behavior.” 

She sat her bag on the table and began emptying its contents. Gloves, swabs, tiny glass jars, and syringes. He watched her remove the items and began to panic again. “Please lay Mr. Nolan on the bed and secure him for me.” She instructed the two men. They obeyed and lifted him to the bed like he weighed next to nothing. They continued to strap the struggling young man’s arms and legs down. “Let me go!” he screamed. 

“Mr. Nolan, you are about to feel a big pinch, followed by some pain in your abdomen. Sorry, I have tried to make it cause as little pain as possible, but some still must occur.” She wiped his arm with a wet swab and placed one of the syringes to it. “Here we go” and she slid the needle in. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come; he didn’t have to wait long. Soon after he felt his stomach begin to tighten and a sharp pain began to take over the lower half of his body. 

“OH GOD!” He yelled out “What did you do!” Tears began filling his eyes as the pain became overwhelming. The woman and her large minions stood and watched him squirm on the bed. After an eternity, it seemed, of suffer, he finally felt it begin to subside. Panting hard he opened his eyes to look at his torturer. But before he could recover, she stabbed another needle into his arm, followed by another, and another. He was almost numb with the pain, he couldn’t even cry out anymore, when she reached into her bag and pulled out a final syringe and set it on the table beside her. The only difference was the size the needle was at least six inches long! She lifted his shirt and began pressing around on his stomach.

 “Why… are you… doing this?” he struggled to ask her. She looked up at him and almost looked sympathetic at the weakened form of the man she had taken captive. She looked down and sighed. His eyes followed her as she walked to the men and whispered to them. Then with a wave of her hand they turned and left the room. “Alright Mr. Nolan, I suppose it was unfair of me to begin without giving you an explanation.”

Mike watched her pace in front of him, too shocked from the whole ordeal that had just taken place to speak. Then she stopped at the foot of the bed, turned to face him, and began to speak. “Ah,” she cocked her head and laughed “It appears I haven’t even properly introduced myself, how unprofessional of me. I am Professor Trisha Morriks. Never heard of me, well it won’t be that way for long. Why you ask? I have created a gene bender. And I just effectively used it on you, Mr. Nolan. Now, I am going to attempt what the world said was impossible. I am going to successfully make you a pregnant man, the world’s first ever”

***

His eyes widened as he became aware of her intentions for bringing him here. “What! Are you crazy?” he stuttered. “You, you can’t do this! It’s inhumane, it’s psychotic!” he tried to fight back the knowledge that his rants would probably do nothing to help him. Trisha just looked at him, an evil grin on her face. 

“Silly boy,” She started “the process has already begun, from the first injection. You’re genes have been mutated to give your body the ability to carry a child. We have come too far to turn back now.” She walked back to the large syringe and picked it up. “Do you know how far I have gone for this? What all I have done? Tell me, remember last year when you needed some extra cash? You saw in the paper the ad giving $500 for rare blood types who would donate sperm. Well, when I first chose you I did not intend on having you bear your own child, getting your sperm out would just be too complicated.” 

She looked at the needle in her hand and laughed, “So imagine my surprise when I got my list of sperm donated from others with your blood type and I see Michael Nolan on the list? Hah you have made this so much easier than I thought it would be. “Mike just stared at her in horror and disgust. “But why me, why pregnant?” he asked her. “Because, I am a woman who goes above and beyond what she can do,” She laid her hand on his stomach, and smiled “I knew this would top it all.” He cringed at her touch and tried to shift his body away from it. She narrowed her eyes at his attempt and shook her head. 

“Why you, you ask? I chose you very carefully, Mr. Nolan. I had to have someone I knew could protect my experiment for 10 months.” She looked him over. “And that led me to you. Strong willed, yet soft, you have let yourself fall far from where you could be in life. But that only helps me, because you have no schedule for me to have to work around. A dedicated family, they care much more about you than you know. This is why I know they will help you keep your little secret.” He looked up at her with puffy eyes. “Secret? I thought this was your ticket to fame?” 

She snickered at him, “Yes, but I need to see if it works first.” He looked away again understanding now “So I am your lab rat?” She rolled her eyes at his comment. “If you must call it that, fine. Mr. Nolan I am wasting time trying to explain to you my intentions.” She looked at the camera and called for her men to come back in. When they entered she instructed them to go get her an IV. “For what?” Matt asked her. “I do not what to implant the egg with you being resistant.” 

He watched her hang a bag of fluids onto the rack next to the bed and open up the case with the long tube and the needle that goes in your hand. She grabbed his hand, which he tried to snatch away but she had a very firm grip and was digging into his hand with her long nails. She inserted the needle and attached it to the tube, then to the bag. He saw the fluid begin to descend down to him, then felt the cold sting as it entered his hand. She told him it only seconds for the medicine to take effect.  And her words were the last thing he remembered.

[  I actually enjoyed writing this. Well most of it, some parts just seemed to drug out or they didnt make sense. idk. but what do yall think so far!?]

[Well here is what I have been working so hard on lol...not really. I had major writers block, usually I would have just given up, but I actually got my inspiration back this time :) So hope you all like it!]   

          Mike woke up aching all over and with no clue where he was or how he got there. He looked around and realized he was in a motel room. He tried to sit up but fell back when a pain shot through his stomach. He pulled the cover off him and lifted his shirt. There was a large bruise right under his belly button, and a spot of blood, but from what? He couldn't remember anything. He finally mustered up the courage to sit up through the pain and laid his head in his hands. What the hell is going on? He thought. He sighed and stood up. He looked around the room again noticed his jacket guitar and shoes on the table by the door. He got dressed, gathered his things and left.

He was deep in thought the whole way home. He walked into his apartment, shut and locked his door. He went to put his things up and  he heard the answering machine beeping. He rolled his eyes and sighed when he saw the 6 messages on the machine. He sat down and began listening to the messages.

First unheard message. Mikey, Kasey told me that she called you. I know she was upset you left before she could see you. Son, she just misses you, she didn’t mean anything mean she said. You know how close you too were, when you left it really hurt her. Anyway, I love you sweetie. Please come by again or at least call us sometime. Bye.

Second unheard message. Here is the address to a lady who will help you as you progress. 1202 Tree Top Lane.  Go see her when you’re ready. You will know when you are.

                (Where was he? Mike stared confused at the dark empty room. ‘Hello’ he called out but no answer. Fear started to take over his body. It was cold and he rubbed his body to try to warm it. Then his hands came to his middle ‘Wait, what the…’ he stuttered as he looked down at his body. He felt the chills cover his body as his mind took in the massive belly that was not there before. ‘Oh my god what is going on!’ he began panicking and ran to the only door in the room and started beating on it. ‘Let me out!! Let me out, please! Someone.’ He jumped when the door began opening. He tried to escape the room but two large men shoved him back in. He stood there shaking uncontrollably, staring at the men. ‘Who are you? What do you want from me?’ They just stared at him with expressionless faces.

                ‘Mr. Nolan’ he heard a scary, and familiar, voice come from the door. She stepped in and his heart stopped beating. Her face, he knew her. How did he know her? ‘I have been waiting for you…’ she smiled a thin evil smile and walked towards him. He backed away until he bumped into the wall. ‘Who...are you?’ he asked her. She just laughed and proceeded towards him. She lifted her hand and he saw a syringe in it. ‘Remember me now?’