Choose Your Own Pregnancy

A brief green laser light flickered over Lois' naked form, and she blinked. When she looked back at the screen, the pregnant woman was gone, and in its place was...her. A naked model of her body, arms spread apart, perfect in every detail, floating in a sea of pink spirals. There were also two unlabeled horizonal slider bars at the bottom of the screen, something Lois hadn't noticed in some time, the cursor of the mouse was back, hovering over her doppelganger's belly button.

Idly, Lois moved the cursor. Both of the slider bars were currently set at zero. The reporter moved the cursor to the top slider and slid it over to the first notch—nothing. Second, third notch, all the way to fifth, still nothing. The doll-Lois floating on screen didn't look any different. Disappointed, Lois moved the top slider back to one, then clicked on the second slider bar...

...and watched as, almost imperceptibly, the figure changed. She frowned, wondering if she imagined if. Clicked the second slider back to zero, then one. Zero, one. Zero, one, two...ah yes. It was subtle. Very subtle. Just the slightest shift in the pelvis, the toned stomach not so toned. Lois clicked the second slider a few more times, and this time she could see it.

Click. Click click click.

She sped it along, watching the body—her body—blossom on the screen. The belly poking out. A little weight gained in all the right places. Breasts swelling slightly, little bumps forming on the nipples. A rosy glow on the skin. Lois realized she was breathing a little hard.

It was a pregnancy simulator.

The bottom cursor must be how far she was along. Lois clicked throw, week after week, belly swelling, hips shifting slowly...then reversing the process, watching the stomach shrink back until it was just her little secret, only a couple of weeks in, not even really showing yet. Her baby...

With a bit of trepidation, Lois clicked the top slider to the second increment. The effect was immediate, even that relatively early in the first trimester. The belly looked farther along. The reporter slid the second slider along, watching the belly grow faster, larger, the breasts swelling to keep up. She stopped, somewhere near the 28 week mark, already looking ready to drop, her tits swollen several cupsizes. Even her ass was wider, hips shifting, weight settling on her thighs.

Bottom slider was duration of the pregnancy. Top slider was number of fetuses.

She nudged the top slider up to three. The effect was immediate, belly growing out, dropping lower, button popping. Lois was almost panting as the fat milky breasts spread out and rested over the protruding belly.

Triplets. Lois had never dreamed of that. The strain on the body. The huge weight on her small frame, the idea of pushing them all out through her cunt, until that hole would never be the same. She shivered at the thought of it. How would she even manage? Just getting around, day after day, in her apartment...she couldn't raise three kids in her apartment. Lois would have to get a house somewhere, a nursery, and her all alone, impossibly knocked up...

And Lois remembered how, earlier, she had that dial up to five. Quintuplets. That was the sort of territory where just being pregnant became news. As a cub reporter Lois had covered a quintuplet pregnant. The mother barely able to shuffle along, the belly sticking so far out in front of her, taut and huge with the life within, stretch marks along the side—scars, really, where the skin had ripped and knit herself because the life within was growing too far, too fast for human flesh.

Lois hovered the cursor over the top bar, wondering if she dared move it any further...but of course, this was all a simulation. A game. Just fun and games. A fantasy, not reality. And in fantasy, you could go to the edge of what was possible. Like what's-her-name...the Octomom. Lois slide the bottom slider back to zero, a secret smile on her doppelganger's lips, like the Mona Lisa. Then she moved to the top slider.

Click click click click click.

Lois shuddered. She hadn't come yet, but she could feel her cunt drool into the chair. On screen, she was pregnant with eight, at only around a couple of weeks. But she could tell. The belly was already swelling, the veins already stood out a little on those breasts...she wanted to click through it, week by week, while fingering her juicy pussy. It was a terrible, febrile fantasy...and in that moment, she heard a voice speak almost in her head...

Is this what you want, Lois? Is this who you want to be?