In the halls of a major University walked a timid little geek. This geek wasn't too different than most geeks. He was nerdy looking, an outcast, & exceptionally smart. But there were two things about him that made him different. He was a prodigy when it came to Chemistry. As a matter of fact, that's how he got here. When everything was said & done, this geek's knowledge of chemistry surpassed even the professors who taught him. But there was something else, a secret life he led. This geek had a certain penchant for big bellies. He knew it had to be some psychological condition, maybe a chemical imbalance, but all he knew was that the sight of a pregnant woman would make him stiffer than a wooden 2 x 4. But that side of him rarely ever came out. The geek's name was Walt & this is the story of his sophomore year.

After settling into his new dorm, he began to get to work on chemicals that would advance mankind. But instead, he stumbled upon something else. It was a total accident. It was late. His test rats were very 'active' that night. Annoyingly active. So a tired, cruel Walt, holding the pink, possibly fatal concoction he had whipped up in a sleepy stupor dumped it into his rats' water supply & headed for bed.

At around 5:00 in the morning, after only 2 & 1/2 hours of sleep, Walt awoke, getting ready to get dressed to go to work in the cafeteria. It was a job he had last year & a way to pay off the dorm fees. In a hurry, he ran past the rats' cage quickly without paying attention & heading out the door. A minute passed by. The door swung back open & Walt ran back to take a look at the Rats' cage again. He was shocked by what he saw. 'Subject B', as he affectionately called the female rat, looked a lot different than her usual active self the night before. The once 2 inch mouse was now looked like a soft ball with little rat hands, feet & face. She was rolled up onto her back in the corner of the cage, unable to move a muscle. As Walt pondered what could have happened he looked thru his sloppily written log entry from the night before. In what was a possible subconscious fertility kick, he read the ingredients of his concoction from the previous night.

"Of course!" He screamed almost laughingly. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He had actually made the greatest, most efficient fertility drug the world had ever known! Of course it'd call for further analysis but he had to get to work, fast! And with that, he ran out the door again.

Showing up about 5 minutes late, Walt went to work & prepared breakfast. He couldn't think of anything else. All of his thoughts were on the chemical he had made by mistake! Frying up the bacon, the most devious thought he had ever thought came to him. He could somehow contaminate the food with the substance & make all the girls on campus massively pregnant! He shook his head what was he thinking! That was wrong, not to mention illegal & perverse. But some how his mind kept slipping back onto this sick plot.

After finishing work in the kitchen at about 8:30, he had a good 45 minutes until his first class & decided to study what happened to Subject B. Further research showed him that in fact the chemical didn't only increase fertility. But it also increased the rate of growth (actually growing in spurts every 6 hours), the number of embryos (Subject B was at least carrying 25 mice, easy!), appetite (after placing her closer to the pellet dispenser, Walt had to refill it 5 times in at in the 45 minutes), & the sexual activity of the subjects (Let's just say there was no way to pull Subject B off of her male counterpart, Subject A). Walt's mind slipped over to the dark side again.

"Wow!" he thought. "All the chicks on campus, pregnant like 6 times over, very hungry, growing very fast, & craving sex like 3 cent whores!!!" He slapped himself. Those thoughts were just rotten! Yet he couldn't keep his mind off of them. Trying to keep from thinking about it, he continued his research. Another thing he found out that surprised him was that the fertility of a subject depended on its physical activity beforehand. That's why the 'active' Subject B was so large now. Thinking in human terms he thought about how all of the cheerleaders & jock girls would grow larger that the less active girls. This intrigued him.

At about 10 he decided to start over towards his class just so he wasn't late. But before he could Subject B let out a loud squeak. Looking closely, Walt saw her grow from softball to about volleyball size.

"Poor girl!" laughed Walt, patting her on the head & running out the door. He reached his class & prepared for the lesson. Five minutes into it, he started losing interest & sketched in his notebook without looking. The next thing he knew the class finished & he started to pack up his stuff, but not before noticing what he had sketched. There were a whole bunch of little stick figures with bellies twice the size they were. He threw it in his bookbag & ran back to the dorm as quickly as he could. He couldn't fight it any longer! He had to do it!

During the run he plotted it all out! He knew all the girls either ate salads or drank soda at dinner. If he was some how able to mix the chemical with the syrup for the soda or salad dressing he could effectively reach every girl on campus. His rotten immoral plot was spawning in his head, soon to be set into motion that night, when he worked in the dinner staff. He just needed to whip up some more of the chemical before now & then.

That night, he walked in with a full bookbag. Telling his co-workers that it was his schoolwork, he was able to sneak it into the storage room. Right before the evening rush for dinner, when everybody else was too concerned about getting their jobs done, Walt was able to get a gallon of the chemical into the soda machine & another 1/3 gallon in the salad dressing. His studies showed him that a drop per subject was enough but he just wanted to be sure he got everyone.

Finishing up early at about 7:30, Walt was eager to see his results. He walked thru the cafeteria, hearing a comment about how well the salad dressing tasted. Another girl said they must have added something. Walt laughed. He checked. There was only 3 girls who didn't have either a soda or a salad (1 had a salad but w/o the dressing). Walt laughed at his success. He noticed a few looking hot & flushed, one sweating like crazy ran out the door calling for her boyfriend to wait up. Phase one had worked & now phase two looked like it was under way. Now that all of the girls had the formula in their systems, they just needed to be fertilized. Walt sat & laughed, watching each & every girl get up, sweaty, flushed with randiness. He took inventory. Most of the Cheerleading squad & softball team had consumed the chemical. A few of the swim team & women's soccer players had as well. Walt kept a count right next to his pregnant stick figures in his notebook. After all was said & done, 52 girls, mostly athletic jock-types, were hyper-fertile thanks to Walt's 'magical elixir'. As the last girl left the cafeteria, Walt packed up his things & took the long way back to his dorm. It was a crisp September night with a light breeze & very bright moon. It would have been perfectly silent too. But as Walt strolled along the sidewalk he could here a symphony of orgasmic screams & bouncing bedsprings echoing throughout the entire campus. It was music to Walt's perverted ears & he sat on a park bench, basking in it all. Soon every woman here would be the woman of his dreams. But more evil thoughts popped into his head. He began to think that if he kept releasing the chemical into the food, he could be sure every girl would get pregnant, even the ugly ones he laughed! But then what about the girls who already had the formula in their systems? Would it make the girls all get even bigger? He could just imagine it now. The University having to cancel the school year because the entire female portion of the student body was too pregnant to move, let alone attend classes. Then his guilty conscious spoke up. It was bad enough he did this much. He's ruining people's futures here. He couldn't do this! His good side whined for about 5 minutes without rest. Getting tired of it, to Walt, it seemed almost as that part of his brain clicked off. He would continue with his fertility rampage.

The next day, Walt's alarm clock went off without need to. He was already up. Part in anticipation to see the girls' growth so far & part because even if he could, the bouncing bedsprings & orgasmic screams kept him up. As a matter of fact, some were still raging, echoing thru the dawn air. Walt laughed it off. It was a small price to pay.

Reaching the cafeteria that morning, Walt was a little down-trotten. He saw 23 of the 52 subjects, with no physical changes as of yet. But Walt didn't mind. He knew that human fetuses, even on his drug, grew a lot slower than mice fetuses. That's why Subject B was so large. Which reminded him, he forgot to check the progress of his pet rat that morning. Then his thoughts were interrupted as his big, mean, pro-wrestler looking boss called him into the storage room. His heart sank 25 floors. Was he found out? Walt ran to the back to see an oddity- His boss actually grinning.

"Kid! I don't knows' what' cha did but dem girls? Dey were ravin about chua salad dressin' las' night!" He said with his heavy, hey-look-at-me-I'm-from-Brooklyn accent. "D'ju do sumpin' diff'rent?"

"N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no sir…. Well I added a little… uh… sesame?"

"Really?" He laughed. "Dats great! A Bio-chem-whatchamacallzits usin' his know-how ta make da perfect dressin'! Keep it up!" He laughed, patting Walt's back who was cracking a relieved smirk. "Oh & by da way. We're short on cashiers t'day! As a matta o' fact, everyday from now on. So you're takin' da position. Y'got numba' 2 dis mornin'!"

"Y-y-yes sir!" said Walt as he confidently strolled to the awaiting register. He figured that'd be the perfect place for him in the mornings now! Add the chemical at night & check the girls' progress up close as cashier. He laughed with glee.

As the first girls went thru the cafeteria's lines they were either one of two ways- dragging their ass tired or fresh from the afterglow. But they did all have one big thing in common, the amount of stuff on their trays. They were loaded with food. The thing was that most of these girls were the rushing types who hardly ever even thought about breakfast. Yet they actually were spending $10-$15 on huge breakfasts. One girl, named Veronica blew a whole $35! For Breakfast! Walt could only try to hold back the laughter. It had to have worked! Their appetites had risen drastically. Not a crumb was left on any tray he saw. He thought maybe even if some of the girls didn't conceive, they'd at least plump up a little. Ah, who was he kidding? He knew they were all pregnant! They had to be.

After finishing up & surveying the cafeteria, Walt decided to slowly stroll to his next class. He had plenty of time but figured he could listen into conversations along the way & listen to the beauty of his work. 'Oh boy! Me & Mike! It was the best ever last night! I don't know what it was but I was just so… so… well… horny! It really hit the spot' he heard one girl say. 'Dammit! I'm sooo hungry! Maybe all that last night made me work up an appetite.' Another said, clinging onto her boyfriend with one hand & an apple danish in the other. Walt could hardly contain himself. He ran to class so he could get under a desk to conceal the noticeable bulge in his pants.

Today, a few other people had beat him there even though he was still about a half-hour too early. One was a girl named Brandi. Normally she really annoyed Walt. She was captain of the swim team & all her swim team flunkies would gather around & block Walt's seat. But today, Walt was dying to hear the conversation.

"So then what?" asked one girl.

"Well, let's just say my uh…'readiness' really turned Steve on!" Brandi laughed. Walt tried make it look like he wasn't listening. The girls probably wouldn't have noticed a geek like him anyway but he just wanted to be safe.

"So how was he?" Another girl asked.

"Perfect! We were up all night!" Brandi laughed. "I'll fill you in on the details later though." She laughed. She then whispered, "this isn't the place!" With that the conversation died down for a second. "Have you guys been feeling a little odd this morning?" Brandi asked her cohorts, Walt's ears perked up.

"Just a little weird. I feel full & hungry at the same time." The first girl said. 'Paydirt!' thought Walt.

The professor walked in & everyone scurried. They still had 10 minutes yet but they didn't want to piss this professor off. He was from Berlin & had the personality to prove it.

"Let us get sta'ated early, ja?" he said, slamming his heavy briefcase onto the front desk. Walt looked at Brandi. She had an odd look on her face. She looked like she was getting a little restless. She kept gritting her teeth & clenching her eyes every so often. Walt spent the entire class with an eye on her & the other on the lesson. About 20 minutes into it, she started letting out barely audible grunts & started breathing a little funny. Walt knew something was afoot. He saw her sort of adjust the waist of her baggy jeans. Walt knew what was coming. He smiled in anticipation. He scanned the class, About 6 other girls were doing the same thing, 2 of which were the girls Brandi was talking to prior to class.

"Ist tha'a 'zumthing ze matter, Miss?" The professor asked, looking directly at Brandi. He thought the girls of the swim team were causing some king of ruckus in the class & if they were, she'd be the ringleader.

"I… I… Omigod!!!" Brandi wailed almost orgasmicly, falling out of her seat & onto the floor. Wiggling onto her back, the closer students, including Walt, surrounded her.

"Give ha' 'zum air!" screamed the professor as he stood over her. She clenched hold of her tight athletic abs, looking a bit puffier than usual. More screams echoed thru the class, The other 5 women were experiencing the same thing. Walt could hardly hide his excitement. As Brandi wretched in pain on the floor, the student who sat on Brandi's other side pointed it out.

"Dude! She's getting bigger!" He screamed pointing at her. "Whoa!"

"She is!" said one of the jocky football players. Walt could only try & hold back the laughter. Brandi, the once athletic, buxom swimmer was growing like Subject B. "Brandi? What's happening?"

"Z'tep away! She ist building 'op pressure!" Hollered the professor. "She may explode z'uddenly!"

"You're probably making her feel so much better!" said the first kid.

"Ungh! What's… Happening?" Brandi struggled as the button on her jeans shot off like a bullet, hitting the professor square in the forehead, knocking him out cold. It wasn't a major growth by any means, just enough to send the button on her already-tight shorts flying. She looked like she was 4 months along although she had only conceived the night before. Walt then remembered the other girls doing the same exact thing.

"What… What happened to me?" asked a timid, straining voice from the other side of the classroom.

"Jesus!" screamed another from the opposite side, starting to cry. Walt could only smirk. Other, non-pregnant girls felt obliged to walk the girls to the nurse's station which was just down the hall. Walt watched all 6 walk by, walking oddly because the newly acquired weight they received in front.

His other classes had vacant seats. All of the 'test subjects', as Walt called them, must have reported to the nurse like the others had. Like he expected they would. But he thought about it. If all of these girls had the same problems, would they be sent to emergency care facilities? Would Walt ever get to see what would happen to his subjects? He feared the worst.

That night, after his kitchen job, Walt had a large sigh of relief. All of the subjects were there, eating large dinners. A few were still coming in after nurse examinations. He listened in on one of the softball players.

"So you're… pregnant?" asked one of her teammates.

"As far as the nurse could tell! She said that judging by my size that I was four months along! But I mean I just started growing this morning!" the girl sobbed.

"But what about the team? Can you still play?" another teammate asked.

"I don't care about being on the team!" she cried. "What am I going to tell my parents?" she screamed, running out of the cafeteria.

"Poor girl!" said the one teammate.

"Yeah." Agreed another. With that, their conversation returned back to the usual. Walt was appalled by the lack of concern, but was to busy trying to listen in on other conversations.

"So… How does it feel like?" a girl new to the cafeteria asked, chugging on a soda Walt had just contaminated an hour or so before.

"A little funny. I feel like a ton, but I shouldn't complain now. I just hope I'll be able to move by the time I get into my 9th month!" she laughed. Walt figured she was taking it well. He scanned the cafeteria. Most seemed to be sad, depressed that they were pregnant. Walt really couldn't blame some of them. Some weren't thrilled but didn't seem to mind being pregnant. Walt thought they'd change their minds though as time went by. Then one girl caught his eye. She rubbed her four-month belly happily. She seemingly enjoyed being pregnant. Sitting alone at a table near the wall, he recognized her from classes last year. She was really artsy & really an outcast, like him, even though physically she was a knock out in Walt's mind, even before being pregnant! He thought her name was Sydney. Walt watched in astonishment as she played with the bulge in her middle. Walt almost got the nerve to approach her but lost it at the last minute.

The next day, a groggy Walt stumbled towards the cafeteria. Not paying attention, a door swung open & smacked him in the face.

"Watch it, nerd!" whined a girl named Celeste. She panted heavily & bit into an apple danish she had got from the vending machine inside.

"Sorry." Walt said timidly. Her belly covered by a struggling periwinkle button down sweater & her gorgeous black hair swaying in the breeze. Walt managed to get around her & into the cafeteria. It was still early. Too early for the cafeteria to even be open. All the girls were crowded around the vending machines, fighting over who'd plug their dollar into the machine next. It was like music to Walt's ears.

"Kid! Isn't dis jus' grand?" a raspy voice beckoned. It was Walt's boss. "I mean it ain't good dese gals are gettin' knocked up! But sales are sextupling, if that's even a word!"

"I know. It's… uh…crazy!" Walt laughed nervously.

A few weeks past by. Walt did some math & calculated that almost 45% of the student body was pregnant. If they weren't affected by the first contamination, they had to have been by the ninth or tenth! Noticing the pregnancy predicament, the school issued a statement to the students & the press. After some had speculated that they'd postpone the rest of the school year, they wanted to set the record straight. First they said the academic year would stay the same & there would be no postponements made. Walt took a deep sigh of relief. He'd get to watch his 'subjects' progress. Second, noticing how much of an oddity it was to have almost half the student population going through a trimester of pregnancy almost overnight, they decided to start investigating what led to this. This got Walt worried. That is until he remembered how incompetent the University officials were. He felt relief again. The school also said that they'd start special programs for the girls, but only if they attended classes like usual. Some took offense to this & said it was blackmail. Others said it worked for them & were just lucky they didn't get their pregnant butts expelled or something.

Some of the males began to look down at the pregnant girls, calling them names & such. Many of the boyfriends left their pregnant girlfriends before long, usually for some other lithe 'townie' vixen. Walt laughed & thought they didn't know what they were missing. He felt bad for the girls too because many of them were stark, raving horny too. Too bad he was too much of a wimp to ask anyone. There had to be some desperate enough to say yes.

The girls on campus who didn't wind up pregnant looked down upon the other girls ever worse than the guys did. Walt could only think that these women must have cooked for themselves back in their dorm rooms. He thought about giving out free samples of soda to them. Then he thought about how his boss would maul him. So he just lived with the fact that there were a small minority that he wouldn't be able to reach! Since many of the subjects were star athletes, most of the sport teams shut down for the season because of low rosters. The preggos also received special treatment from most of the teachers because of their delicate conditions, which pissed the non-preggers off even more. Though some were still more popular than others & treated with a bit more respect, for all intensive purposes, they were the laughing stocks of the school.

The pregnant girls themselves lived in constant fear & embarrassment. They had lost all their dignity when their bellies began to grow. Many didn't have clothes big enough & wore stuff that was tight & tearing at the seams. And if that wasn't bad enough, the constant fear of going thru a sudden growth spurt always lurked over them. It wasn't uncommon to hear popped buttons during some of the classes, followed by the laughter of other students. By this time, many of the girls looked about five months along, though they'd only conceived only three weeks prior. This made Walt terribly hard. Especially a few certain ones that caught his eye.

One was Brandi, the swim team captain & the girl from Walt's class. She boasted one of the largest bellies on campus with what looked like five & a half months along. She was 'dismissed' from the swim team, though she often took swims regardless just to keep fit. Walt decided to sometimes spy on her from behind the towel racks. Though wearing a one-piece suit to hide her belly, it looked like it was under some tension & ready to snap. Another one of the 'special' subjects, Celeste, who almost ran Walt down before, seemed to be having the most frequent growth spurts, though not as noticeable to others. Celeste majored in theater, particularly dance. Though warned about being too active, Celeste was somehow very determined to not let her pregnancy get in her way of her ballet training. However, the more her belly grew, the less flexible she became. Walt knew that despite her determination that before long she'd be far too pregnant to keep up her dancing. He felt kind of bad for her actually. Then there was one of the richer girls Veronica. She was by far the hungriest of all the girls. Sharing a dorm with a non-pregger named Renee, who couldn't stand her to begin with, Walt had over heard that she had gained 21 lbs already. And the usually-lithe snob looked it! Most of the weight went to her hips & breasts, which just made her look a lot chubbier than pregnant. Walt had also heard through the grapevine that she was extremely horny but didn't know to what extent. He disliked her anyway, even if she was a growing girl. And then of course there was Sydney, the art chick. Walt kept bumping into her all over campus, & was still too shy to say a word. She wasn't necessarily one of the larger bellies, but seemed like the most friendly & overall happiest-to-be-pregnant of the girls. Walt had even heard that she was glad her boyfriend left her. She hated him! She just wanted to become pregnant. Walt was unsure if it was just a rumor or not, but regardless, he held a special place in his heart for her.

Walt heard another thing that started to bother him. Many of the girls were scheduled for abortions (Author's Note-- Not making it a moral issue here, just a realistic story detail, so just relax! LoL! -SS)! Walt didn't care about ethics here! Abortions meant less pregnant chicks & he was against that! Plain & simple! After a while, when the girls came back, they had found out that for some reason, the hormone levels were way too high! They couldn't abort even if they tried! Walt heard about this & laughed like the demented Chem Geek he was.

A month had past since Walt's initial testing. The girls, on average were all looking to be about five & a half months along. Rumors were spreading like wildfire about some. Veronica's ever ballooning weight. How the German professor had a thing for preggers also. How they were all carrying alien babies. Everything you could imagine. Since Walt never really engaged in social interaction, this was his only source for news. There were some things that he knew were true & some things he knew were fake. But there were a few things he knew for certain. Like for instance, only the girls' swim team remained out of the other 5 team sports for women & they still lacked half a roster. They actually got some girls from the local high school to fill spots. And she had to be 'dismissed' too after buying a soda one night after practice & being found the next day stuck behind her car's steering wheel, about 4 months along, or so he heard. Also the whole campus was starting to get overrun by press, not only local but now national too. Though it was mainly used as a fluff piece to end the nightly news, Walt was happy that his work was getting national attention. He also knew more & more attention would come, eventually.

Life was pretty sweet for Walt. Surrounded by beautiful pregnant women all over campus that made his classes nowhere as serious as they were, a formula probably worth trillions if he went to the pharmaceutical companies or even some farmers for livestock, but there was one thing! One thing that urked him more than anything! And that was Sydney! Her belly was blossoming into one of the larger on the campus, fairly quickly too. And Walt could see the joy it gave her. It almost made him giggle like a schoolgirl to watch her do so. But he couldn't even breathe when he saw her, let alone blurb out some stupid pick-up line! So he decided to get involved with things she was involved with. So he signed up to help out at the free ultrasound screenings the university was offering. He figured what better way to find out about all of the subjects, especially Sydney, than helping them there! But that was a few weeks away yet & Walt wanted Sydney now! But he could only watch from afar.

Another week had went by & Walt wanted to check on his other favorite subjects. First, it was Brandi's turn for a check up. She began looking 6 months before any other girl on the campus. And despite her growing size she still took daily swims. Her former swim team coach got her a maternity bathing suit after seeing how much she enjoyed these theraputic swim sessions. It was a good thing too. The belly area of her old suit was pulled so thin, it began looking like a sheet of paper. Walt knew that she'd probably be keeping up these daily swims as long as she could make it to the pool.

Then there was Celeste, who wasn't at all far behind Brandi in terms of size. Walt liked to watch her dancing sessions. It seemed as though she was in denial of the pregnancy, wearing skin-tight spandex & forcing herself to flex past her distended proportions, despite the fact that it was getting harder & harder. Walt laughed. Instead of being concerned, he just watched. He knew that soon she'd be too pregnant to even move.

Then there was Veronica. Walt had heard a story that she had paid one of the guys in his British Literature class a $100 for one screw & how she was eating the entire time. Walt could only giggle childishly at that. He had seen her almost everyday at the cafeteria, getting $45 of food per sitting. He had always noticed how hot & flushed she had always looked too. That led him to believe these obscene stories.

The more they grew, the more the preggers began to become embarrassments to their friends & especially themselves. Any non-pregger with pregnant friends had cut all bonds at this point in time. Even with former teammates. Walt felt bad about this but could only say that if that was the case they probably were never truly friends to them to begin with, as sappy as it sounded.

Some of the girls began to realize something was really wrong at about this time. Most were about 6 months by now, only they had conceived a little over a month prior. When their growth spurts started to become more frequent, they went to their doctors immediately. Most were laughed at & told that they were at 6 months & that the growth spurts were nothing more than poor dietary habits. But Walt knew the real truth.

It was the weekend right before Thanksgiving that the Ultrasounds were given. Walt woke up at about 7:45 on that Saturday morning & marched eagerly to the mobile truck they were being given. There was already a line out the door but Walt walked right in. There, he was greeted by an OB/GYN called Dr. Lyons & his assistant Nurse Jackson. They seemed really nice & told Walt was his job was for the day. He basically had to help the girls & make them comfortable as possible. Walt said that wouldn't be a problem & with that, the first girl came in. Low & behold it was Veronica. She walked in silently. Walt offered a helping hand but she sneered at the geek. As she walked to the observation bed, Walt knew he had the last laugh, he could tell that she was beginning to waddle! He held back his laughter. Walt looked out the truck window to see if he could see Sydney in line anywhere, that was until he heard the loudest, most frightened gasp he had ever heard.

"Doctor! You have got to take a look at this!!!" yelped the nurse. The Doctor dropped some charts he was looking thru & ran over.

"What? What is it? What's the matter?" asked Veronica in a tizzy. She couldn't sit up but she bent her head up to see the problem looking over her fat breasts & gravid tummy.

"My God!" said the doc. There was a moment of silence as the Doctor & Nurse stared at the screen with their mouths gaping. They tore themselves away when they realized that Veronica was starting to cry. "Veronica? Have you ever taken any sort of fertility medication or… anything like that?"

"N-n-no! Why? What's wrong with me?"

"Because your uterus…" The doctor gulped. "… We can't even tell how many are in there!"

"What?!" Veronica screamed. Walt was stunned. He ran to look at the monitor. All he could see were almost a hundred relatively small blips dotting the screen. The nurse said that those were all developing babies! "No! You've got to know how many! How many are there?" The doctor & the nurse began to count but kept losing track. A few minutes later, The truck's door swung open & Veronica swayed down each step in tears, hands on her belly, asking herself "How many?"

It was like that with every girl that came in. So many fetuses that they couldn't even count them all on the screen. Every girl walked out in a state of shock. The doctor & the nurse, being trained medical professionals had never seen anything like this. Walt knew the number of fetus would be pretty high, but never to this extent! During the lunch break, the Doctor joked that if the girls carried that many to term they'd be literally the size of houses. This made Walt lock up with horniness. They went back to work & things got rather slow. At about 4pm when they were starting to pack up, screaming for them to wait could be heard in the distance. Walt looked & almost lost it. It was Sydney. She was taking swaying steps as fast as she could to catch the van. Walt convinced the doctor into taking an ultrasound for her. So he did. When Sydney got the same results that the other girls got, her face dropped & she seemed like she was trying to hold back intense joy. A contained, muffled laughter, could be heard squeaking out of her mouth. And that in turn made Walt try to hold back intense joy. A contained, muffled laughter, could be heard squeaking out of his mouth. Walt even got a chance to touch Sydney as he helped her off the truck. Walt was paid a whole $100 for working the day & he turned to Sydney. Sydney seemed to be scoping him out for some reason. Did she like him too? Maybe it was just her urges! But still, it almost made him faint.

"Um… Walt, right? Wouldja spend some of that money on a poor lonely pregnant gal tonight? I know I'm a freakin' blimp… but…well… Please!!!" Was she begging him? Walt was speechless.

"Ye-y-e-YES!!!" He said, finally managing! "I'd love to! I-I-I-I'm W-W-Walt!"

"Yeah! I remember!" she laughed, sensing his fear. "You were in my advanced art history course last year… when I wasn't as… you know!" She said with a playful laugh while rubbing her belly. "Remember me? My name is…"

"Sydney! H-h-h-How could I f-f-f-forget?" Walt laughed.

"Oh c'mon! I know you're just fooling! It's not like I'm a bombshell or anything!"

"No! Honest! I've liked you for a long time now! But I could never muster the strength to… talk." He squeaked

"For someone like me? Are you on any sort of medication?" the two laughed & Walt walked her to her apartment. Well it was more of a waddle for Sydney actually, but regardless. They reached her apartment. It was the same lay out as Walt's but far more cluttered. There were sketchbooks & easels with artwork everywhere. Sydney went into her bedroom to get changed. Walt looked at her art. He remembered just how great it was. But now, the more recent-looking sketches & paintings were dominated by pregnant women. Many looked like they were progressive, like the same girl getting bigger & bigger until an abstract piece where she was just a giant belly with 2 boobs & a head mounted at the very top. Walt was beginning to like Sydney more & more all the time now. "Ready?" asked Sydney, waddling out with a tight white tank top that form fitted her belly, & long black silky skirt. And with that, the two headed out for the night.

That night was one of the greatest nights in Walt's life. They headed to a coffeehouse just off the campus. Sydney said she hung out there all the time. They sat there & talked all night. They talked about everything. Politics, Saturday morning cartoons, you know the usual. Then, while listening to a beatnik-sque looking goth type Sydney kept giving the evil eye & talking about self-degradation, Sydney clenched her belly & looked to the ceiling. Walt got worried & kept asking what the matter was. Sydney giggled & told him not to worry, it was just his true test of being her boyfriend. Suddenly Sydney clenched her eyes shut with pleasure. She was going thru a growth spurt. She let out a contained moan of pleasure. Walt seemingly drooled in anticipation as Sydney's tank top strained to contain her & her silky skirt was pushed down to allow room. Sydney came out it & took one look at Walt.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"

"N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n…"

"Yeah! Sure!" Sydney laughed. "It's okay. I'm glad. You passed! If I can let you in on a little secret, I enjoy them too!" she giggled. "I mean I know if you walk around campus you hear all the other preggos whining about looking like houses, but I like it!" Walt was speechless. The 'poet' finished up & they each gave a click for him. "Don't go spreading this around," said Sydney, leaning over to whisper. "But if I had it my way… I'd be pregnant forever!" Walt almost lost it. Sydney quickly changed the subject with a wink. They were the last ones there when the owner had to kick them out. Walt then walked the tired Sydney back to her apartment. She wanted him to come in with her, but Walt chickened out. But this proved it. She was his dream girl alright!

Thanksgiving break had come & everyone had gone home for the week that is except Walt & a dozen other outcasts. None of which were any of his 'subjects'. Though Sydney invited him to come home with her, he declined shyly & said he had work to do. Walt missed all of his subjects. They were all gone for the week & he had no one to watch progress. Even Subject B, who had given birth to a healthy litter of 38 a week before! It felt like an eternity. But Walt said that their growths would be more noticeable after not seeing them for periods of time.

Then their holiday was over & all of the students had come back. Walt ran into Sydney in the cafeteria after his shift one night.

"Walt!!!" she yelled, motioning him over to her table in the corner. "How's everything?" Walt took one look at her & couldn't say a word. "Yeah I know…" she said a little frustrated. "I grew quite a bit didn't I? I can understand if you don't want to…"

"Y-You're so… amazingly… Beautiful!" said Walt in astonishment. Sydney was now beginning to look like she was beginning her final trimester, though only two months along in all actuality. She looked like her diet was even 'healthier' than usual during the break & the once frail girl's hips & breast looked like they had gained some definition.

"That… That's the n-nicest thing anyone's said to me since I found out I was pregnant!" she said slightly teary-eyed.

"So, how was it? You're break I mean!" Walt asked as he took a seat across from her.

"Just as I expected." She said, regaining her composure. "My parents were angry about this!" she said pointing to her belly. "And my mom said I was eating way too much & that if I kept it up, I'd come out of this pregnancy a 'fat cow'."

"What did you do?"

"Pile on an extra couple helpings of stuffing!" she laughed. "And then when they started to really lay it into me, I said screw the turkey & got about a dozen buckets of fried chicken at KFC. Don't worry, you didn't miss much." She continued. "How was yours?"

"Same old, same old." He laughed. "I did the KFC thing too. I guess I still coulda joined ya!"

"You see!" laughed Sydney. There was a minute of silence.

"So how are you feeling?" asked Walt.

"Oh okay." She laughed, glad at least someone was concerned about her. "I feel gigantic & my waddle is getting much, much worse. Must be these 3 dozen babies in me." She laughed as she sarcastically complained like one of the others. Walt, again, almost lost it! They talked again for another couple of hours until they had to leave. Walt walked her home again… but again he chickened out on making any moves!

Sydney wasn't the only one who changed over the week. All of the girls were somewhere around 7 months or so. Many of them were able to get maternity clothes over the break. Walt was a little disappointed that he wouldn't see most of them trying to squeeze into everyday clothing. However many of them, had gotten full-blown waddles now, which made them even funnier.

Walt decided to do his methodical check-ups on his favorites that week. First there was Brandi. She still amazingly was taking her daily swims. There was one day where he had heard she had skipped all of her classes just to swim. When he reached the pool he saw her, appropriately enough, doing a belly stroke to the other side of the pull. Her massive 7-month belly slowing her down like a lead weight. However, all of the effort, with the extra food in her tremendous diet, was making her rather muscular. But Walt knew that in the next few weeks she'd be too big to swim freely anymore. Next, it was Celeste. Walt approached the dance studio, imagining how humorous this would be. She'd be easy to spot! The only ballerina there with a waddle he laughed. He walked in as the lesson ended. The other lithe, non-preg dancers seemingly pushed him out of the way as they stampeded out of the studio in unison.

"Ha! I've heard of house dancing but I've never seen dancing house!" laughed one with an almost jealous scoff.

"How could she could keep that up?" another asked. "She's gigantic! Doesn't she know that?"

"Don't worry! She'll stop soon! If not she'll probably go thru the floor!" joked a third. They all laughed in graceful, but snotty ballet unison. Walt sneered at them & walked into the studio, where he heard classical music playing, followed by loud thumps & bangs. He looked into the studio to see Celeste, sweating like a pig, seven months along & trying to do a new step. But she was too large & clumsy. Then, her instructor walked out of the changing room with a towel draped around her neck.

"Celeste!" the instructor screeched with her pseudo-Russian-meets-French, 'Professional Ballerina' accent.

"Yes, madam?" Celeste said, relaxing herself. The instructor turned off the music & Celeste waddled over to her.

"Hue are too beeg! Hue cannod do zis no longa!" the instructor screamed. "Hue are too clum-ze & lage-uh! Hue will fall & hurt hue & da baby!"

"But… Madam…?" Celeste said in tears.

"But Nah-zing! Hue cannod take zis classe no longa! Goodbye!"

"Yes Madam!" Celeste whimpered as she was handed her stuff. She stuck her feet into her shoes, making them bend at the heel, & walked out of the studio in tears. "She'll see!" Celeste screamed as she past by Walt, not noticing him. Walt said damn & decided to check on Veronica. And he knew that she'd be in only one place. Figuring he had to go to work anyway, he knew he'd see her there. Walking into the Cafeteria, there she was, sitting at one of the center tables, ravenously eating a triple cheeseburger. Walt hardly recognized her. The once frail, petite, snobby little rich girl was now much, much bigger. Not only was her belly around 7 months like the others, she must have gained 30 pounds over the week as well, bringing her to a grand total of about 70 or so now! She was huge! And gathering a small crowd around her. They were mostly the people she had picked on & people that didn't like her, poking fun at what had become of her. But Veronica was too deeply involved with her meal instead! Walt could only laugh at her transformation! But he had no time to kill watching Veronica turn into a full-blown fat ass! He was late for work!

He finished up & walked out into the cafeteria to see if Veronica was still stuffing her face. But instead, he was greeted by a much more welcoming face instead.

"Hey Walty!" said a huffing voice. "How was work?" It was Sydney, in a tight fitting gothic-looking dress, straining to hold in her tremendous girth. "You're doing us all both a favor tonight!"

"I am?" asked Walt.

"Yup all 38 of us!" Sydney laughed as she waddled up to him, slumped forward & threw her arms around him!

"What?"

"What else, silly?" she giggled. "You're not saying no tonight! It's time!"

"Damn!" laughed Walt. "If you insist!"

"Trust me!" she said, pulling herself towards Walt's ear. "I never knew pregnancy made women so horny! And I haven't done it in 3 months or so!" Walt laughed.

"Okay then!" Walt laughed, uneasily. "Sure! Why not!" he chuckled. This was it! Walt knew there could be no excuses now. It was time for him to be a man! Or at least a manly geek! A cold sweat was coming over him as he followed Sydney as she waddled hastily back to her apartment.

The next morning, Walt woke up late for his job at the cafeteria, but didn't seem to mind. Nothing else mattered anymore. He looked over to Sydney, her burgeoning belly dominating most of the bed sheets. She giggled happily.

"You were great! I really needed it!" she giggled, rubbing her belly thru the sheets. Walt joined her giggle & kissed her belly as he stood up. "You know! I'm really surprised! I thought guys would only screw preggos like me to keep the peace! But you seemed to really enjoy it didn't you?" she asked with laughingly inquisitive eyes but Walt silently pleaded the fifth. "Tell me! You like preggos don't you? I want you to 'fess up!" Walt trembled. Fearing she'd think him some kind of freak, he started to gather his clothes, Sydney hoisted herself up slowly to stop him. "You think I mind?" she screamed. Walt froze. "I got dumped because I was pregnant. That guy at the coffeehouse! It wasn't only the fact that he was gonna be a daddy! It was because he couldn't stand to be seen with a preggo! He had some sort of morbid affliction towards bellies! Bellies like the one I love! To me! Walt! You're… my dream guy!" Walt dropped his stuff along with his jaw. "I'm glad there's a guy who enjoys preggos as much as I love being one!"

"Well, since you put it like that…" Walt hopped back into the bed, kicking off his pants again in mid air. Sydney smiled & gently lowered her girth back onto the bed. But before Walt could even touch her, she stopped him. Walt was puzzled. That was until he saw her body begin to quake like a fault line. With an erotic groan, Sydney's belly swelled into her 8th month, pulling the sheet out from under Walt, making him fall out of the bed. Sydney laughed & asked if he was okay. Walt laughed as he crawled back under the sheet, hornier because of her growth.

It was at least 2:30 before either one of them emerged that afternoon. Walt helped Sydney get dressed into some maternity overalls that were already getting tight on her. He fixed her some munchies for breakfast & saw her off to her painting class. Though she liked her belly, Sydney had to admit it was getting harder & harder for her to get around. Walt laughed & said he wouldn't mind helping her around, Sydney smiled & kissed him on the cheek, turning to waddle to her painting class. He said he'd see her later, saying he had work to do. He thought it over. No classes for him today! Besides, with the preggos missing most of their classes, attendance wasn't really paid attention to anymore. With that, Walt ran to the pool! It was time for his weekly updates. With two more weeks until Christmas vacation, Walt wanted to know all of his subjects progress before the break. If the week of Thanksgiving was any indication, the three weeks of 'Winter Recess' would be a time of major growth among the girls.

As he walked, the nagging question whether to send his chemical to somebody kept popping into his head. If he could get it to work on livestock as well as it could for the girls on campus, he knew he could be a billionaire. And what about all those poor, unfertile women all over the world. It could be a huge sell with them, if they didn't mind having 6 more kids then they planned on. Walt laughed. It was something to think about.

As he entered the pool arena, faint, puffing cries for help could be heard. Walt recognized the voice & ran over. It was Brandi. She was near the edge of the pool. She was so desperate for help, she actually noticed Walt come running for her. Walt looked at her & tried not to laugh. Her once tightly straining one-piece maternity suit was a ripped two piece, with her massive belly sticking out between.

"Hey you!" she yelled gaspingly. She had exerted a lot of energy. "I need help! I was swimming around in here when suddenly I got bigger! I snapped my bathing suit & I can't make it out! Help me!"

"Okay, hold on!" Walt said, choking back the laughter. He hoisted her up with all of his might. Interested to know, Walt asked why she still swam at this size.

"Because It's the only exercise I get! I eat so much now! I'd be a huge cow if I stopped!" She yelled. Walt got her out & gave her her towel. "Thanks, geek! Didn't know what I'd do without you! Probably be in there until the swim meet tonight!" she laughed. Walt, semi-offended, waved & walked off, leaving her there a mess. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer.

Walt hadn't seen Celeste around campus in a while. He didn't think she'd be at the dance studio, but low & behold, she was there rather early, before her former instructor showed up to kick her out. But what she was doing could hardly be called ballet. Seemingly unbeknownst to her, she was far too big for it. It looked like she was just waddling around clumsily in the studio. She hopped a few times to pirouette but looked like a blimp when she was airborne & made the wooden floor creak like an anvil had landed when she touched down. Walt could only laugh at the poor girl, took some notes & left.

To check on Veronica, Walt knew the Cafeteria was the place to go. But after missing work this morning, Walt knew he had to make sure his boss didn't see him. Taking the corner booth, with his back to the kitchen, Walt had a perfect view of Veronica, or the blob she had become. In less than a week since coming back from Thanksgiving break, Veronica must have put on a good 15 pounds or so. She was gaining more & more all the time. Around her sat all of her enemies & betrayed friends, both preg & nonpreg. They sat there, watching & laughing. The nonpregs, willing to part with a few scraps of food were actually giving her their leftovers while laughing at the poor girl.

"Stop this!" Veronica screamed between bites of a grilled cheese sandwich that looked like it was made with a half a pound of cheese. "I'm so hungry…-Munch munch- …You know I can't…Mmmm -munch munch-… -swallow-… fight it… & you're all just…-Munch-… making it worse!"

"We know!" laughed a pregnant redhead named Cathy. Walt didn't know much about her, but knew she hated Veronica because she had slept with his boyfriend. She actually thought that her boyfriend was the father of both their babies. Walt didn't know for sure, but he kept watching anyhow. He was shocked to she her, after just buying a huge bowl of spaghetti, offer it to Veronica.

"Gimme!" Veronica lunged, unable to fully stand up because of the bench.

"Okay, sure!" laughed Cathy. Though hungry herself, she took the bowl & smooshed it into Veronica's face. Instead of the customary food fight that Walt though would happen, Veronica grabbed hold of the bowl & started to lick it clean. Sauce was smeared all over her face but she didn't seem to matter a bit. She only wanted to eat! The girls just laughed. The once snotty sophisticate was now the slobbish jester to even the preggos! Walt joined them in their laughter. Veronica was just happy she was getting food!

After watching the spectacle Veronica had become for a good half-hour, Walt decided to go catch Syd as she came out of her class & felt inspired to take her out to a buffet somewhere.

A week had past, everybody's minds were on getting out of school for the holidays. Sydney insisted Walt come with her & spend them in the mountains with her family. Walt made up some story about how he was going on a cruise with his parents. Sydney sighed, knowing that she couldn't persuade him. She warned him that the girl that comes back might look a lot different than the girl that leaves. Walt kissed her on the cheek & said he wouldn't mind one bit. In reality, that was the idea! Instead of watching the gradual growth, Walt wanted to see how much she'd grown over time. But he kept that to himself. Sydney left on a Tuesday. After she'd left, Walt realized how much he had missed her. He realized that even though he spent all his time with her, he treated her like just another one of his subjects. That's when he found a manila envelope sitting on top of his computer monitor. Written on it was:

"Happy Holidays, Walty! I'll give you my present when I get back… & what a big present it will be! But these are just to tide you over! Call them a wish list or better yet, coming attractions! Just don't let your parents see this on that 'cruise' of yours! What kind of girl would they think me to be? Anyhoo! Have a happy one! To you & yours & all that jazz! See you next year!"

He opened it. Inside was a sketchbook. He took it out & laughed. Opening up to the first page, it was a self-portrait of Sydney . . . of sorts, with a huge belly, like she was going to deliver triplets. Walt laughed with pleasure. Walt flipped thru, each page featured a large bellied picture Sydney had done of herself in some sort of erotic pose. Each belly was a different size, but there were none under what looked to be full term! And every page was filled. Walt knew she was the one! He vowed to make up for how he treated her & make sure she got what she wanted! So her 'wish list/coming attractions' came true soon!