Story 📜 You and Charlie (Patreon)

You look beautiful Pregnant
Thank You Writing for Anonymous

Contents: you & Charlie (OC), realistic tfpreg, fake pregnancy, wearing a fake belly for the first time, innocent wlw implied

Story written by RoseVirage

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“So… how does it feel…?” the girl spoke in the softest tone possible, her voice both shy and curious, while her eyes glanced over your altered body.

You gently stroke over the newfound curve on your midsection - even though it looked rather small while still lying on the bed, the pregnant belly prosthesis felt so much bigger and heavier on your body.

“Huge,” you answer honestly while exploring the shape with both hands. They were trembling. For once, because the experience was surreal and touching, but also because your new friend was watching you closely.

Everything still feels like a dream. How did it get to this, so fast, so natural? You were just minding your business at your workplace, a clothing store, when you saw her: The very pregnant woman, who immediately made your queer senses tingle. She must’ve felt something similar with you, from the way she glanced over at you, curiosity flashing in her eyes.

When she approached you, your heart pounded so loud, that you were afraid that she’d hear you.

“I-I’m sorry, madam, but I’m afraid we don’t have maternity wear…” you helplessly tried to converse normally and professionally with her.

“But I’d like to buy something here,” she answered, confirming your feeling that she was like you. She didn’t mask her voice - maybe she never did, or maybe she let her hair down just for you - but even though it sounded deep, it was beyond soft and graceful and made your heart flutter even more.

But - if she was like you, how was she…?

You couldn’t help but to stare at her prominent belly. Peripherally, you could see a gentle smile appear on her face.

“Pregnancy is beautiful, isn’t it?” she commented on your pause, but it sounded like there was more behind her question than just a simple statement.

You looked up, met by her gaze.

“Y… yes. Very. More than that,” you answer slowly and carefully, trying to response to the hidden question you thought you heard in her conclusion.

In response, her smile grew a little wider, and maybe a little more knowingly, and she proceeded by asking you to pick clothes for her that might still fit you.

You did so, and when you carried them to her fitting room to hand them over, you saw it: She was wearing a faux pregnant belly prop. It looked stunningly real, with stretch marks and a linea nigra, had the same color as her skin and all.

She didn’t move; Instead, she let you observe, looked up to you through the slit of the curtain, her body a little tense, and her eyes focused: She took a great risk by letting you see her secret, and now she was tightly waiting for the outcome.

Even though your thoughts were tripping over each other, and you felt like you were stepping in- and out of reality, you tried to convey to her that her secret wasn’t only safe with you, but even welcome.

And now, not even an hour later, you were sitting in her hotel room, wearing one of her prostheses.

“I assume that’s a good thing,” she commented, interrupting your thoughts and bringing you back to reality.

“Hm?”

“That you feel huge,” she repeated your words, smiling gently.

“Oh … o-oh, yes. I’m sorry. I’m just not used to talking about these things so openly…” you answer, your hands still trembling.

A tiny hint of sadness mixed into her smile; No, compassion. You could feel that she perfectly understood what you were talking about.

“May I?” she asks, while reaching out her hand, hovering it over your newfound curve. Even though it was just silicone and not your actual body, and it even belong to her, she was so sensitive and respectful.

You nod.

Her hand lowered to your new belly, and even though you couldn’t feel it, just seeing it send shivers down your spine.

She began to stroke it lovingly. Without shame, but also seemingly without ulterior motives. She touched you like it was the most normal thing to do, like this whole situation was natural. Which made you feel like it actually was. Like… there was actually, really, nothing to it. Just two girls wearing fake bellies, like other people wear clothes, or other girls would wear a push-up bra. Maybe that was the truth all along?

It made your heart flutter again.

“I’m glad I met you,” she said and it felt like she really meant it; Which wasn’t hard to believe, because you felt the same. “You look beautiful pregnant.”

“So do you,” you answer.

For some reason, it made her chuckle.

“Sadly my train’s going soon, so I have to go. I’m only here to experience pregnancy in peace, without anyone knowing me… but, if you like, you could visit me, and I'll let you go through my collection…?” she asks you.

“It… it would be my pleasure, Charlie,” you answer while grasping her hand that had been resting on your belly, “I’d love to.”

As she smiled at you, you knew that this would be the start of an extraordinary friendship.