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Maternity Model [Man to Pregnant Woman TG]
🕑 Added 2025-03-02 00:03:49 +0000 UTCCommissioned Anonymously
Grace is a photographer in a bind and unable to find any women to model for her. Luckily, she is in possession of a magic camera and a friend, Louis, who owes her a favour. Too bad she’s not the best at explaining things and now Louis is stuck as a pregnant woman and finding the experience oddly rewarding.
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The studio was dusty, save for one pristine corner where the backdrop was sitting, surrounded by all of Grace’s photography gear. The place had been bright and cheerful when she’d first moved in there. Now, it was obvious the second he stepped inside, she’d fallen on hard times. When she had called and begged him to come talk, he’d assumed she was going to ask for money. He wished that was the case, it would have been less awkward if all she’d wanted was a cheque.
“Please, Louis. I really need you. You’re the only one who can do this,” Grace pleaded, her voice more frantic than she intended.
Her fingers fidgeted with the strap of her camera bag as she shifted nervously from toe to heel. Louis was still half convinced he must have misheard her the first time.
“I’m not a model, Grace. I don’t know what you want me to do here. This is… I mean, it’s a maternity shoot. I don’t think I’m the right person for this. I’m not even female! How could I model for you?”
“I don’t have anyone else! I’ve been calling every model agency I know, and after that whole mess with the last agency—” She cut herself off, rubbing her temples, and Louis winced.
That wrap up party for Grace’s last big shoot had been a disaster. That classic combination of alcohol and overconfidence had led to her making some very bold propositions to several of her models, which apparently meant she was on the black list.
“They won’t even talk to me anymore. You know how hard it is to get a gig like this. The photo book could make my career, Louis. I need this. I can't do another wedding!”
Louis’s eyes softened, but he still shook his head.
“I can’t help you. I’m not getting in front of your camera wearing—whatever it is you’re imagining. Besides, you said the photo book is for preggos!”
“It’s a look at pregnancy across various cultures.” She corrected. “And yes, it is but I have a way around that. I just need you to model for me.”
Louis shook his head again; she had to be joking or crazy. Maybe the hard few months had sent her off the deep end. Grace stood and flipped her ice-blonde hair over her shoulders and fixed him with a hard look.
“Louis, I’ve done so much for you. I’ve been there for you more times than I can count. Don’t do this to me. I really need you.” Her breath caught in her throat as she reached into her bag and pulled out the sleek digital camera she’d been dying to use. “You’ll be the first to try this one. I know you’ll make it look amazing. Please. Just this one time, help me out. Nobody will even know it’s you.”
He hesitated, his eyes flicking between the camera and her pleading face.
“Who was your wing woman all through college?” Grace reminded him. “Who drove your drunk ass home every weekend when we were studying?”
He sighed.
“You did.”
“And did I ask anything in return?”
“Not till now….and it’s a big ask, Grace.”
“Not really, you won’t even look like you! See here?”
She grabbed the camera from around her neck and spun it around so he could see the screen.
“This is my secret weapon. Don’t ask how I got it because I can't say, but this camera can alter people when it takes their photo. Normally, I just use it to give my subjects a little extra sparkle, but I know it's capable of more.”
Louis felt his smile start to strain; she had a magic camera. A guilty feeling started to well up inside him; Grace was one of his oldest friends, how had he not noticed she was going completely nuts? What was he supposed to do here? Maybe just going along with it for now and humouring her was the best course of action. Then he could suggest they go for a drive, and he could take them to a psych hospital instead.
“Alright.” He said calmly. “Let’s try it out, why don't you show me what you mean, and we can get started.”
“Oh, thank you, Louis! Thank you so much!”
Grace smiled, and she threw her arms around him, pressing their bodies close. Despite everything, Louis let himself enjoy the gesture. He was pretty average when it came to looks: brown hair, brown eyes, average build; there was no way he could ever get with a woman like Grace, it was a miracle somebody as gorgeous as her even wanted to be his friend. With her platinum blonde hair and sparkling green eyes, Louis had always thought she was wasted behind the camera instead of in front of it.
“Alright let me set this up!” She announced, shuffling as fast as her tight pencil skirt would allow.
Quickly, she set up the photogra[hy corner with a new, floral backdrop and quickly adjusted the lights.
“Okay, take off your shirt and stand here, side on.” She instructed, “Your jeans will be perfect for the country girl, natural look of the first few pages.”
Louis just nodded and obeyed; the sooner he did this, the better. Hopefully, when she realised how ridiculous this was, Grace would be open to going to the hospital and getting checked out. He stood in place while she clicked around on the camera, adjusting the settings with her tongue poking out from the side of her mouth.
“Sorry, I haven’t done changes this big before, I just want to make sure I get it right….there!”
Grace held the camera up and smiled.
“Let’s do a few test shots…”
The camera clicked and Louis continued to smile placidly, waiting for her to finish so they could leave, only to suddenly feel off. The flash from the camera only lasted a second and yet, it felt like a wave crashing into his body. His stomach roiled, and for a moment, he thought he was going to be sick. The skin seemed to stretch, and he groaned, reaching down and clutching at the rounded skin.
“W-what’s happening?”
“I told you, the camera is changing you. Soon, you’ll be the perfect model for this shoot!”
“You were serious?!”
Grace blinked those gorgeous lashes at him with a look of surprise.
“You thought I was joking?”
“I thought you were crazy! Ooooooh, my stomach…”
It was swelling like crazy now, and so was his chest. He could feel the skin there turning sensitive and smooth as his chest hair vanished back into his skin. The skin was smooth, but then started to feel tight as his nipples elongated.
“I…I’m growing breasts!”
“I know,” Grace rolled her eyes, “You said it yourself this is a maternity shoot.”
Louis couldn’t decide what was weirder: the sensation of feeling his body change sex or the fact that the camera really was magic. His belly and breasts were slowly swelling, but the rest of the changes seemed to happen instantly. His thighs puffed out, straining against the fabric of his jeans, then his ass, then his hips. Louis’ hair seemed to spill over his shoulders like water and his lips started to tingle. It was all happening so fast, Louis couldn’t keep up. He had no choice but to grab the hanging belly and hold it up, it was so heavy, how did women do this?
“Almost done.” Grace grinned, seemingly oblivious to Louis’ utter terror.
“Almost!? What else needs to change?”
Grace didn’t need to answer; Louis’ body did it for her. He felt a familiar weight between his legs slowly disappearing and the blood drained from his face.
“Why do you need me to grow a pussy for the photos!?” He cried.
“Authenticity! What if somebody noticed the bulge? Your jeans are pretty tight now.”
“That’s only because you’ve turned me into a curvy pregnant woman!”
Louis tried to look down to see what was happening between his legs but it was impossible, the belly blocked his view; he couldn’t even see his toes! Louis shuddered as his balls disappeared back into his body, leaving nothing but an odd, slightly wet sensation in their wake. Chest heaving as panic set in, with each breath, he could feel his tits rising and falling, the extra weight was a constant reminder of what had just happened.
“All ready for the pictures!” Grace announced before her brow furrowed. “Hey, what’s wrong?’
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong!?” Louis cried, ignoring how his voice had changed when his Adam’s apple disappeared. “You turned me into a woman! A pregnant woman!”
“I told you that’s what I was going to do!”
“Yeah, but I didn’t believe you!”
“Well, that’s not my fault.” Grace shrugged. “And you’re all changed now, so we may as well do the shoot, or it’ll have been for nothing. It’s only temporary anyway.”
Louis’s mouth opened and closed; even that felt odd now that his lips were so full and luscious. His hands cupped the heavy belly in utter shock.
“B-but how…what about the baby?”
He wasn't going to pretend he loved kids by any stretch, but he didn't want this kid to cease existing. It seemed cruel; this body was clearly almost at term which meant the child inside him was almost grown.
“There is no baby.” Grace laughed, “It’s like a costume, there is no actual baby. It’s just water weight. This camera is magic, but even it can't do that!”
“Oh, thank God,” He breathed. “Part of me thought I might just go into labour on the floor here.”
“Hm, they want realism but I don’t think that much realism.”
Grace snorted and fiddled with the camera some more before holding it up.
“Alright, time for the actual pictures, turn side ways and hold your belly, yes, just like that…now look over here.”
Louis followed her instructions stiffly; he felt embarrassed being half naked now that he had no shirt on. His breasts felt swollen and slightly sore, but that might have been from growing so fast. They sat atop his belly, which seemed to rest much higher than something so heavy should.
“Okay, deep breath. Relax your shoulders," Grace instructed, her voice calm but firm, as she guided him to stand with his back slightly arched. “You’re going to feel the shift of weight. Embrace it. Let the body speak. I want you to feel your strength, your beauty.”
“I am embracing it.” Louis rolled his eyes before indicating to his hands cupping the belly. “And it’s heavy.”
“Very funny, now let it go, hands on your hips and big smile.”
He nodded, but it felt unnatural. His body felt alien, so round and swollen. His fingers traced over stretch marks that lined his sides.
"Look at how your body is changing,” Grace continued, crouching to get a closer angle. “You’re glowing, don’t hide that.”
He swallowed. The way she spoke made it sound as though the changes in his body weren’t something to hide, but to celebrate. It would be if he was a woman. He had no idea how to feel happy about this. He’d seen pregnant women on the train, smiling down expectantly at their bellies. He tried to copy the expression.
“That’s it!” Grace grinned. “Now, head up to the sky, show off your inner strength!”
“I don’t feel strong,” Louis muttered. “I’ve never felt weaker…”
"Your body has never looked more powerful," Grace insisted, pressing the shutter.
She took several more pictures, getting every angle and expression possible. Each step felt like it took twice the energy it normally would. Louis had never felt so heavy, or so self conscious. A photo shoot already made him hyper aware of his looks but now that he was in this strange pregnant body he felt even worse. Grace was right, though, nobody would ever guess who he was; there was that, at least! He grit his teeth and reminded himself of all the things his friend had done over the years to help him. He could bear an hour of humiliation. When Grace finally put the camera down with a satisfied ‘done!’ Louis felt about ready to cry with relief.
“Can you change me back now?” He begged, “My back is killing me.”
“Of course!” Grace said, quickly giving him the tightest hug his belly would allow. “Thank you so much, Louis, seriously.”
She grabbed the camera and snapped another photo with the flash on. The light washed over him and immediately, a wave of relief came with it. The heavy swelling in his stomach began to disappear, his breasts began to shrink and his thick thighs thinned. Louis closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for the sensation of his manhood returning. Except….it didn’t. His body shrunk, but the breasts remained, not as full, but still clearly present.
Louis looked down at himself in confusion, then panic. The pregnant features were disappearing…but not the female ones. He looked to Grace, hoping to see her signature casual smile, but instead, she looked confused. That was a bad sign.
“Grace…”
“Hang on, let me just check the settings.”
“Grace, why aren’t I myself again?!”
“Hang on, I can fix it. I can fix it!”
She didn’t sound confident and that only made the sense of dread sinking into his skin stronger. If Grace was panicking they were really in trouble. His heart started to race in his chest, Louis could feel it pressing against the new breasts, making the left one jiggle ever so slightly. Nobody would be able to see it, but he could feel the movement. A movement that definitely should not be there.
“Grace…”
“Okay, let’s try this!”
Another flash, another wave of tingling. The breasts changed shape slightly, becoming slightly heavier and less round. He felt a stretching sensation in my hips as they widened ever so slightly, but he was still female. Grace tried again and again, and each time, the changes were tiny, a cup size up or down, a slight height difference, nothing major and definitely no cock and balls.
“I…when I got this, the guy I bought it from did warn me not to make any drastic changes…” She muttered. “But he never said anything about not being able to change people back!”
“You mean I am stuck like this?” Louis cried. “Grace, this was supposed to be quick, what the hell am I supposed to do?!”
“Maybe it was the whole pregnancy angle…let me try something.”
Another flash and a familiar stretching sensation began immediately on his belly. With a groan, Louis pressed his palms over the skin and felt it swell. Fingers spread out as the small bump went from first to second and finally, third trimester and his back protested the weight.
“Grace, this is the opposite of helping!”
“Shoot, okay, that was the opposite of what the setting was supposed to do…”
She took another photo, but this time, that same tingling did not accompany the flash. His swollen belly stayed perfectly in place, and if anything, his panic grew.
“Why isn't it going away!?”
“I…guess I used up all the magic for now. I’ve never done so many changes in quick succession before. I think it needs time to recharge.”
Her face was red with embarrassment, and Louis could tell she felt guilty but he was too angry to have any sympathy for her. Furiously, he pulled his shirt back over his head, squashing the huge breasts inside the shirt and hissing in frustration when he saw how the fabric stretched. His nipples were pressed flat against the fabric, but it was still obvious he wasn't wearing a bra; and there was no chance of covering his whole stomach. So now he was stuck with it poking out like some sort of slob.
“Grace, I swear to God, you fix this or I’ll…I don't know what I will do, but it’ll be bad!”
“Okay, let’s just calm down.” Grace breathed, running her hands through her long hair. “I can fix this, we just need to give the camera some time to recharge, let’s meet back here bright and early tomorrow, and I will set it right, I promise.”
Louis grit his teeth and let out a sharp, angry breath. He wanted to scream; because of her he was going to spend a whole night as a pregnant woman, but yelling wasn't going to solve anything. He could tell by the guilty look on her face that Grace did feel genuinely bad, and besides, he needed her camera to fix him, if he totally flipped out, she might not be so inclined to fix her mistake.
“Fine.” He sighed. “It’s just one night. Oof, I don’t suppose you have anything I could wear, do you? My back is killing me.”
“With a chest and belly like that, I can’t say I’m surprised.” Grace winced. “You need support, hang on, I have some maternity clothes I bought for the shoot, couldn't have the women topless in every photo after all.”
Grace moved to a hanger, by the side of the room and dusted off the clothes with her hands before wheeling it over. She peered at his body with a critical eye that made him blush before reaching into the forest of clothing and pulling out a bra.
“Here, pop this on to start and I will find you a dress.”
“Don’t you have any pants?” Louis begged. “I’d like to have some semblance of normal in all this.”
“Umm, maybe. Let me check…”
Losui fumbled with the hooks of the bra and hefted his heavy breasts into the cups and instantly breathed a sigh of relief; it wasn't perfect, but it helped the ache in his back a lot. If only there was support for his massive belly.
“Here, this is the best I have,” Grace swallowed. “...sorry.
It was a pair of stretchy yoga pants, dark grey and made from something soft. With great difficulty, Louis leaned down and stepped into them, regretting it as soon as he started to pull the fabric up his legs. They would have been tight even without the baby hips; a dress would have given him more dignity. The tight fabric hugged his thighs and ass, settling into his crack slightly and hiding nothing. Oddly, though, the tightness of the waistband did help support his belly, and the ache in his spine started to slowly fade.
“Here,” Grace said, handing him a flowing maternity shirt. “This’ll help give you a little more privacy.”
In stark contrast to the tight-fitting yoga pants, the tunic style top was flowing and light. The fabric brushed against his sides, and he could feel a slight breeze wafting against his skin; it felt oddly…nice.
“Will you be okay to get home on your own?” Grace asked.
“I’ll just get a cab; I’m pregnant, not an invalid.” He snorted, but Grace didn't look so convinced.
“I’ll see if I can get in contact with the guy who sold me the camera, it was a few years ago, but hopefully, he still uses the same email.” Grace chewed on her bottom lip, it would look hot if she didn’t look so worried. “I really am sorry about this, Louis, truly. I really thought I’d be able to change you back. I just really didn't want to lose this photobook job. It’ll pay my bills for the next month.”
Louis sighed; he remembered counting his money down tot he last penny in college, trying to see if he could get an extra instant noodle cup. He remembered what it felt like to be desperate. He was angry at her of course, but he knew Grace would never do this on purpose. Still, he wasn't about to coddle her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said simply, patting a hand on his swollen belly. “Hopefully, by tomorrow afternoon, we’ll be laughing about this.”
~
“Whatever happened to the phrase ‘you’ll stop traffic?’” Louis grumbled to himself as he waddled along the street, trying in vain to wave down a cab.
He was moving at a snail's pace, his heavy tummy made walking almost impossible. After a few steps, he was winded, and he was forced to waddle along like a bloated penguin.
“Beauty of child bearing my ass…” He complained. “This is the worst.”
He raised his hand and groaned as yet another cab sped past him, at least this driver gave him a sympathetic look as he did so, he already had a passenger.
“Oh, you poor thing.”
The voice was that of an older woman, maybe in her fifties, she reached out and, without asking, placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding Louis down onto a nearby bench.
“Some people, honestly.” She shook her head. “You shouldn’t be running all over the place in your condition.”
“I don't have much of a choice.” He panted.
“Oh yes, you do, you sit right here. I will flag you down a car.” The woman smiled sweetly. “You look about ready to pop!”
If only she knew. Louis just smiled; it was nice to have a stranger offer to help. He couldn't count how many times he’d struggled to get a cab in this city, but as a man he’d always been left to fend for himself. The woman disappeared for a few minutes, allowing Louis to catch his breath before she returned with a victorious look on her face.
“A cab will be right round for you, honey…is it a boy or a girl?”
“Uh, I’m not sure.” He chuckled, no point trying to explain the truth.
“Well, you’re glowing.” She said kindly with another casual pat to his shoulder.
It was nice, having this casual, warm contact. Grace used to joke that all men were touch starved; he’d laughed at the idea, but if this is what women were always like, he could see where the idea came from. Having somebody, even a stranger, smile at him with gentle encouragement felt…really nice actually.
A car drove up to the sidewalk, and the driver got out and opened the door like in a move. He even took his hat off.
“Here, ma’am, do you need any help?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Nonsense, here, give me your arm.”
Not knowing what else to do Louis did so, and the gentleman helped him into the cab. The woman gave him a little wave as the door closed and mouthed the words ‘good luck’. The drive was smooth and he sat back in the seat with a sigh; his round ass sunk into the plush leather seats, and he could feel his curves jiggling slightly with the movement of the car. Even sitting still felt different when you were pregnant.
“Can you let me out here?” he asked as they turned into his street, I need to get some things from that corner shop.”
“Of course, and no charge, ma’am.”
“Really?”
“That lady said you’d been flagging down cars for ages, a woman in the family way shouldn’t have to deal with that. Consider it my gift to you.”
Louis wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was strange, little things like that kept happening; the grocer double bagged his things without needing to be asked, another man offered to carry to his apartment building for him, the woman in the elevator held the door happily. It was as if the entire world had become friendly. Like most men, Louis had spent his whole life chasing the respect of others, now, he had it instantly. Even strangers had a certain look of admiration in their eyes as he walked by.
“Maybe this whole being pregnant thing isn't so bad.” He chuckled to himself as he finally got home. “I could get used to this.”
~
Louis woke early; even without a real baby in his belly, he spent the night tossing and turning. He couldn't sleep on his back without the weight of his stomach crushing down on him, his stomach was out for obvious reasons and when he slept on his side he kept waking with an irritating ache in his hips. The third time he woke, the sun was up, so he figured he may as well be as well.
“Little one already keeping you up at night?” The street cleaner laughed as he walked outside.
“Do I look that tired?”
“Ah, sorry.” The man cringed, “I didn't mean…I was trying to be sympathetic.”
Louis just laughed.
“It’s alright, but I can’t help but think it's a little unfair, I mean, everybody knows newborns never sleep, you’d think women deserved decent sleep in the lead up!”
“Too right!” The man nodded with a wry grin. “When my missus had ours, I couldn’t believe how much she did on only a few hours sleep. You take care of yourself, lady!”
“I will!”
A smile split across his face, it was so easy to talk as a pregnant woman; he always had a topic of conversation, one that made people inclined to help him no less. Even the ride to the photography studio was pleasant, with the driver telling him all about how exciting this time in a woman’s life was. It was a refreshing change from the usual awkward silence. Louis knocked on the door to Grace’s studio and the door creaked open.
“Hello?”
What he’d originally thought was a pile of clothes on the couch mumbled and he spotted a mop of blonde hair. Grace was fast asleep, with bags under her eyes, and Louis felt his heart ache a little.
“Oh, Grace…you’re living here?”
Things must really have been bad financially for her to give up that cute little apartment over the park she loved so much. Not wanting to wake her he waddled over to her desk and sat down, wincing as the chair squeaked a little under his weight. The desk was covered in papers, red stamped bills mostly but there was also the plan and contract for the pregnancy photo book.
“Natural Beauty…” He read, “A photobook showing the natural beauty and realities of pregnancy.”
The payday at the bottom was underlined several times in red, with little sums surrounding it. Clearly , Grace had been figuring out what bills and expenses could be covered by the payday. She was right, it would cover her rent for a month and then some.
“Louis?” Grace mumbled, rubbing her eyes, “When did you get here?”
“Just a minute ago…you slept here?”
“Yeah…it seemed silly to pay rent on two places, and well, I couldn’t work in my apartment so this was the choice.”
She blushed and cleared her throat before throwing off her blanket and getting to her feet.
“Did you get in contact with the camera guy?”
Grace cinged and her cheeks went red with shame.
“Yeah, he uh, he told me it was my fault for using the camera in ways it wasn’t supposed to be and that I should have learned my lesson.”
“Wait, you’ve done something like this before!”
“No!” She replied a little too quickly. “I just, pushed the camera’s limits a bit, anyway, it’s just us, so I may as well do this before I change.”
“Actually, maybe we should finish the shoot.”
Grace froze and looked at him as if he’d just suggested she serve her first born on toast.
“What?”
“Being a fake pregnant woman isn’t that bad.” He admitted with a chuckle. “And you need a model for all these different pregnancy shoots so…why not? And then we’ll charge the camera up when they are all done and change me back.”
Grace’s eyes shone, and she swallowed a few times before answering in a quiet voice.
“You’d do that for me?”
Louis just smiled and nodded.
“What’s a few more days in bodies like these?” He shrugged.
A second later, Grace’s body collided with his in a tight hug. Louis could feel her breasts pressing against his own and his belly being crushed between them.
“Thank you! Thank you so much, Louis. I owe you, like, a thousand times over.”
“Absolutely you do.” He snickered. “Now, let’s get moving, there are a lot of things on this list.”
He pointed to the list of different shots needed for the book.
“Looks like the first one is a…fertility goddess?”
“Yeah, I have the costume for that, hang on.”
She darted away for a second to that rack of costumes and returned a moment later with a simple woven skirt and headdress.
“I thought you said not all of these would be topless.” Louis teased, and Grace rolled her eyes.
“This is the last one. You get ready, and I will go shower, then we can use the camera to make you look a bit different; we can’t have the same model for a whole book!”
Louis could feel her passion rolling off her in waves; there was a creative spark in her eyes that he hadn't seen in a long time. It made her heart flutter, and his face shift to a soft, fond smile. After these hard months since her fuck up at the party, Grace had been so serious and miserable; it was good to see her invested and passionate about her craft again.
Louis was glad to be out of the yoga pants and maternity gear, but he still felt a little silly pulling on the woven skirt that just reached his knees. The headdress was made from woven grass, shells and beads. It was gorgeous, but it didn't fit his hair very well, and Louis found himself having to hold it in place until Grace reappeared and picked up her camera.
“Alright, hold still.”
A small thrill went through him as the flash went off, and his skin started to tingle. This time, his belly sagged slightly, and his skin began to shift in hue, becoming a rich, dark olive colour. His hair stiffened as it became darker and slightly curly, and he felt his lips fill out even more. Hesitantly, Louis let go of the headdress and breathed a sigh of relief when his hair held it in place.
“How do I look?”
“Incredible.” Grace grinned, holding up a mirror so he could see.
She was right; it actually took his breath away a little bit. Somehow, this body didn’t feel silly in the outfit, if anything, he looked like he belonged in it. Grace set up a sunset background, and he posed, shoulders back and head high, like a proud medicine woman from some little village a thousand years ago. He felt so confident and not at all self-conscious about his naked breasts resting against his stomach.
After almost an hour, Grace gave him the thumbs up to switch costumes. The next option couldn't have been more different; instead of being naked, he was covered head to toe in the softest, most delicate flowing fabric he’d ever felt. It was a long dress that draped along the floor, with long sleeves and a high neckline. A headscarf made of matching fabric was carefully wrapped around his head, hiding his hair and leaving only his face free.
“Alright, give me a moment…” Grace said, fiddling with the camera before pointing it back at him.
This time the change was subtler; Louis could feel his hair becoming smoother under the headdress and his face taking on a pleasing oval shape. When Grace held up the mirror for him to see, there was a charming and beautiful Persian woman looking back at him. This outfit was conservative but did nothing to hide his prominent belly. He ran a hand over the fabric, smoothing it over the curve and smiling as Grace changed the backdrop.
These pictures were more subdued. Images of him smiling gently down as he cupped the fabric around his stomach, sitting in fake grass looking at the sky with a palm resting in the centre of the curve. It was actually rather relaxing. It was surprising how comfortable such conservative clothing could feel. His skin was so sensitive he thought for sure it would feel itchy and uncomfortable, but instead, it felt like a second skin.
Grace turned the camera around to show him the pictures every now and then, and they took his breath away. Louis had never been overly concerned with his appearance; it was one of the advantages that came with being average in looks. He wasn't hot enough to be effortlessly attractive but not ugly enough that he really felt the need to do anything about it. Now though, he was beautiful. It should have made him embarrassed to be beautiful, rather than handsome, but instead, it made a warm pleasure bloom in his chest. He’d never felt more confident.
“You were made to be in front of the camera.” Grace beamed.
“Literally.”
She snorted.
“That’s not what I meant; I just mean you look so natural, I should have asked you to model for me before now.”
A strange mixture of emotions brewed in his stomach; Louis was sure he wouldn't feel this confident in his old body. It was easy to show his good side when both were equally gorgeous.
“There, I think we’re all good, gosh, look at the time!”
Louis glanced over and was surprised to see the orange glow of a setting sun filtering through the windows. They’d been at this all day; the time had flown past them.
“You should have said something.” Grace pouted. “I already feel bad about this fuck up, let alone keeping you all day.”
“I don’t mind, it was actually sort of fun.”
Louis could feel his cheeks turning pink as he admitted it; he was actually sort of sad it was over already.
“Before we finish for the night, I was wondering, what else can that camera do?” Louis asked. “I mean, it made me look pregnant, it even changed my sex, do you think it could do other stuff?”
“I’ve always wanted to try…” Grace admitted with a sheepish smile. “But I was warned not to go too far with it.”
“I think we’re past that point. Come on, let’s give it a go.”
“Alright!”
Her face broke into a wide, almost manic smile, and Louis threw back his head and laughed.
“Well, that didn’t take much convincing.”
“Shush you and stay still.”
Grace spent a moment fiddling with the buttons and settings before a wicked grin passed over her face.
“Ready?”
“Probably not, but who cares? It can't get much weirder!”
Grace cackled with utter delight as the flash went off, and the now familiar shifting sensations began. His pregnant belly stayed put, as did his feminine features but his legs and arms began to swell with muscle. Pride and delight washed over him as he watched his body become muscled and toned far beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He went from fit, to strong to a full-on body builder in seconds, the conservative clothing ripping to shreds as his whole body increased in size. He grew to be almost eight feet tall, tall enough to brush the ceiling if he wanted to; and he didn't dare move from the spot he was standing, just in case he stood on something.
“Woah! This is…awesome! I’m an Amazonian!”
“A pregnant Amazonian.”
He placed a hand on the now familiar curve and struck a pose, making Grace giggle.
“Hang on, let me try something else…”
Another flash, and he was shrinking, the muscles deflating back to normal levels as his body readjusted. Then it kept shrinking and shrinking until he was only a foot tall and stood totally naked in the rags that used to be his outfit.
“Hey!”
“Aw, look at you, you’re like a little doll.”
Louis put his hands on his wide hips and rolled his eyes playfully.
“I’m pretty sure the pregnant Barbie was discontinued for a reason.”
“Okay, okay, one last change.”
“How is this not using up all the magic.”
“I dunno, man, I don’t make the rules.”
Louis looked around at the world from his new perspective while Grace decided what to change him into next. His heart was beating with excitement; he couldn’t help but shift on his feet in anticipation. Experiencing life from all these different perspectives was so exhilarating! Still, he was glad when he started to grow again; he didn’t even care that he was still pregnant, the belly hung low enough to hide his pussy, and Grace had taken enough pictures of him topless to not care about them being bare.
That changed a moment later when the skin there began to stretch thanks to another timely flash of the camera. With a groan, he cupped them, trying to give the heavy balls as much support as he could as they grew from D’s to E’s, then whatever was after that.
“Grace!”
“Sorry, sorry!” She laughed. “I just had to try it.”
“Grace, if they keep going, I’m not going to be able to stand! Nobody has tits this big! Have mercy!”
Even though his back was aching, Louis couldn’t help but laugh; this situation was pure ridiculousness.
“I’m going to fall over!”
“Okay, okay!”
Thankfully, the camera didn't seem to be out of magic, and his frankly enormous chest began to shrink again, returning to their normal, large but still natural size, resting against his belly.
“There might be enough magic left for me to at least get rid of the fake pregnancy if you want.” Grace offered.
He should have jumped at the chance, part of Louis knew that but he hesitated.
“No, it’s fine. I can handle it. Besides, we should let it charge up for the next few shoots, we have a lot to get through over the next few days!”
His words shook a little, anxiety started to build in his stomach, and he rushed for the door, hands gripping his belly almost protectively.
“Anyway, I am beat, I’ll see you tomorrow!”
~
As he walked through the front door, his steps were slower than usual. He was trying to savour the feeling of this belly for reasons even he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Louis flopped down on the couch with a sigh, watching his belly rise and fall with each deep breath. Out of curiosity, he stacked his phone on top, then a book, then another. He giggled, watching them wobble but stay stable.
“This is actually pretty useful. I could balance my dinner on it.”
The smile faded from his face as he caught his reflection in the glass coffee table. Not because he didn’t like what he saw but just the opposite. He liked it a little too much. The soft lips, the gentle slope of his shoulders; the long hair, currently a warm chestnut brown. It felt over my shoulders in gentle ringlets and was so shiny it caught the evening light.
He imagined his old face and tried so hard to miss it, but he just couldn’t. It wasn't that he wanted to be a woman exactly, life was just…nicer like this. The world seemed brighter, people seemed nicer, and life just had a little extra zest to it. What sort of man did that make him? If he liked living a life as a pregnant woman? He didn’t even want a kid! He just wanted to be pregnant.
“I am officially a weirdo…” He groaned, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. “What will Grace say if she finds out?”
He thought back on today and all the weird changes she’d put him through with her camera and chuckled. It had been wild, that was for sure. But would she think it was funny if she knew how much he liked it? A man shouldn’t want life to be easy and fun, he shouldn’t want to see people’s eyes light up when he walked around with a swollen stomach but…he did. Would Grace loose respect for him if she knew? Would she stop seeing him as a man; and why did that sound less and less daunting the more he considered it?
“I wonder what else it can do…” He muttered. “What else it could make me…”
He bit his lip; this photo book wouldn’t last forever, but he had to make it count. The book would let him try out a multitude of pregnant bodies, he would have to commit each one to memory, maybe even mess up a few photos here and there to drag it out. It was the only way he was going to be able to enjoy this to the fullest with his dignity intact.
~
A magic camera would have been unimaginable even a week ago, becoming a woman and modelling even more so, and yet, somehow it somehow became routine. Every day Louis would waddle his way to Grace’s studio, and they would continue the shoot. He wore frumpy maternity dresses from the sixties with his hair in curlers, sexy lingerie that would make a Playboy bunny blush and everything in bewteen. He was black, Asian, white and half a dozen other ethnicities and each one came with delightful little surprises for him to discover.
He wasn’t a total idiot; he knew every woman’s body would feel different, but it was the subtleties that he loved to discover. The full softness of his lips, or the way his eyelids felt when they were mono-lidded vs double. Half the time, the discoveries weren’t even sexual in nature. He was finding a new level of appreciation for the small kinds of beauty a woman could have, like a dimple on her cheek or a loose bit of hair that refused to behave.
They worked their way through the list of photos needed for the book asnd then some; coming up with new combinations all the time. The truth was, Louis was stalling. Exploring these new pregnant bodies was just too much fun, he didn’t want things to end. His job was safe, since he worked from home, and Grace was really his only close friend; there was nothing but his own pride to stop him from changing back now, and try as he might, he just couldn’t bring himself to feel ashamed of being a pregnant woman anymore.
“What about a series of genre pictures? We did those pictures in the old sixties nightgown, let's do a bunch, 70s, 80s…oh with the big fro and all!”
They were walking down the street to get some lunch between shoots. Louis was Greek today, with light olive skin, dark hair, deep brown eyes and of course, a large, swollen belly. He was dressed in a simple, flowing white dress with roses embroidered on the shoulder straps. His nose was still tickling from the bouquet of white daisies he’d been posing with a few minutes earlier.
“That’s a great idea!” Grace grinned, “At this rate, we’ll have enough photos for two books! Oh, do you think we could convince them to do a sequel? I just know this is going to be successful!”
She paused for a moment.
“I don't think there is time, though, the deadline is coming up in a day and I need to get the photos sent before then.”
“Oh.”
Louis had actually managed to forget the deadline, but of course, it existed. That meant in a day or so, he would have no excuse to keep doing this. Grace would turn him back into a man, and he’d have to go back to being an average guy. Just thinking about it made the confidence he’d gained start to drain away, he felt his shoulders droop, and a hand gripped one tight.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Grace soothed, “I still really appreciate everything you’ve done.”
He gave her a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. They walked the rest of the way in silence before sitting down in a small cafe. The waitress took their order and Louis held the pumpkin latte in both hands when it arrived. Steam rose through the whipped cream and spice on top. It smelt divine; he’d never been brave enough to order this sort of thing before. Nobody looked twice at a pregnant woman indulging in this sort of thing; a man, not so much.
“I guess…I just wish we could keep going,” he admitted after a moment, cheeks burning red as he quickly lifted the mug to his lips to try and hide it.
“There is no reason we have to stop.”
That made him pause, putting the mug down slowly.
“What do you mean?”
“Maternity shoots were always my bread and butter, doing photo shoots for websites and catalogues. With my reputation ruined, it will take time to find new models to work with.”
“Or you could just use me.”
“Exactly. If you want to, I mean.” She was watching her own coffee but finally looked up to meet his eyes and giggled before reaching over and using her thumb to wipe whipped cream from the corner of his lips.
It was a simple gesture, but one that crossed an invisible line between them that Louis didn’t even know existed. Suddenly, he was blushing for a whole new reason.
“Y-yeah, I’d love to be your model.” He stammered.
“You don’t think it’s weird at all? Me wanting to stay this way?”
Grace shrugged.
“You get to be whatever you want with that camera; I see the appeal. Granted, the whole wanting to be pregnant all the time is a little confusing. Doesn’t your back hurt?”
“Oh God, yes.” He laughed before turning serious. “But it’s more than that, the way people look and treat me now feels different I feel seen…special.”
It was embarrassing to say out loud, but it was true, and deep down, who didn’t want to feel special?
“I get that.”
“You do?”
“Of course,” Grace smiled, “it’s part of why I loved working as a photographer. Seeing people glow as I made their inner beauty shine through…”
Her eyes met his for a second and she looked down at her drink.
“And you have a lot of inner beauty to show.”
“It’s all you, my normal body wouldn’t glow like this one.”
“Maybe this is what you were always meant to be.” Grace said before looking horrified at herself. “Uh, what I mean is, you really suit this look in a way your old one never…oh God I am making this worse. I’m not trying to say you weren’t manly but-”
“But I fit better in the female bodies you’ve made for me.”
“...Yeah.”
Louis tried really hard to be offended, but it was impossible when deep down he agreed with her.
“Let me do one more shoot, tomorrow.” Grace said suddenly. “We’ll make it special.”
“Of course!”
Anything to keep things going a little longer.
~
His belly wobbled as he made his way home that evening. It would be gone soon, and the realisation sent a shudder through his spine. His hand rested lightly on his rounded belly, a gesture that had become second nature in the first change, and he realised it would feel strange when it was gone. What was he supposed to do with his hands when he walked?
He looked up and took in the people around him. Eyes always flicked to him now; nobody ever walked right past. There was a softness in their eyes, the kindness in their smiles. It was as if the world had softened for him, after years of being nothing more than an extra person in the crowd he drank it up.
“If this is going to end soon…” he muttered, “I should treat myself.”
The moment he stepped inside, the fragrant aromas of ginger and garlic filled the air. The hostess, a woman in her early thirties, gave him a warm smile that stretched across her face.
“Welcome! Welcome!” she said cheerfully, ushering him toward a table by the window. “You look so beautiful! How far along are you?”
“I’m just about eight months now,” he replied smoothly, totally guessing.
“Oh, that's wonderful!” she exclaimed, pulling out a chair for him with the kind of care one would extend to a dear friend. “I’ll get you settled, and our chef will make something special for you tonight.”
As he sat down, another waitress, an older woman with silver hair and a gentle demeanour, approached his table.
“You must be having a baby boy?” she asked, her voice warm but with a knowing tone.
The old woman had such a motherly look on her face, guilt bubbled up inside him but Louis swallowed it down. He wasn’t about to tell her this was all magic.
“I’m not sure.”
“It’s a boy. I’ve had seven children and twenty-three grandchildren, I can tell.” She said knowingly.
“Mama, stop bothering the clients.” the waitress scolded half heartedly.
The mother took no heed.
“You need special food. I will make something special for you. It’s an old dish, passed down from my grandmother. Very good for pregnant mothers,” she explained, turning to leave before he could ask any more.
“Sorry, you can look at the menu and I will tell her-”
“No, it’s fine. I’d like to try it.”
Something about the attention made him feel special—cherished, even. People rarely treated him with such reverence, let alone people he had just met. Sitting there, he smiled wider, basking in the care he was receiving. A few minutes later, the waitress returned with a glass of something bright and pink.
“Mocktail,” she said with a wink. “Good for your baby. Refreshing, yes? On the house, according to mother, she says we need to take care of expecting mothers.”
He took a sip and enjoyed how sweet and sugary it was; it was the kind of drink he’d never be offered. No more bitter, boring beers. The waitress returned with a tray full of dishes. A plate of dumplings steamed to perfection, and a bright stir-fry full of colourful vegetables and a rich smelling broth that made him feel warm just by looking at it.
“This is the dish,” she said knowingly“It’s a traditional recipe. Chicken with ginger and black sesame. It strengthens the body. Good for the mother and the baby.”
He smiled and nodded his thanks, feeling touched by the gesture. As he dug into the food, he found it surprisingly hearty, a true comfort food. The warmth of the meal seemed to radiate through him. His heavy belly warmed from the inside out and it brought a happy smile to his face. This was Heaven; this body, the life it gave him. Louis decided then and there he wouldn’t be giving it up.
~
“Okay, here we go.”
Louis took a deep breath as he stood outside the studio. He knew he couldn’t give up this body and life, he had to tell Grace. He would just have to hope she was understanding. Just as he was about to open the door, she appeared, almost running into him as she went.
“Oh! There you are! I have a surprise for you!”
“A surprise.”
“Remember that last shoot I promised? Well, it’s ready, take my hand and close your eyes.”
Louis chuckled a little and did so, letting her lead him through the door and position him in the room.
“Okay, you can open your eyes.”
Louis did so and gasped;
The studio was set up with soft lighting, creating a warm and inviting ambience. Delicate lace curtains adorned the windows near the backdrop, filtering the sunlight and casting a dreamy glow over the space. A chase lounge sat in the middle with a delicate piece of lingerie. Pure, snow white panties with a matching bra that had sheer fabric hanging off it to form a window where his belly would show.
“Oh, Grace…”
“I know, I already sent off the pictures, but I figure if we do this shoot, they will have to create a sequel book.”
“Definitely.”
“Go on, get changed, and we’ll start!”
Louis felt like a princess putting on the silky soft fabric; he was a master of dressing despite his stomach now, and could easily balance well enough to slip into the panties.
They began the shoot with a few simple poses, Louis sitting on the chaise lounge, his hands gently cradling his bump. The lingerie hugged his curves, showcasing the fullness of his breasts and the roundness of his belly. It wasn’t that different to all the other shoot they had done but it felt different. Louis couldn’t put his finger on what exactly but there was an energy in the air that hadn’t been there before.
This was his first shoot not officially for the book. The first shoot after admitting he wanted to keep doing this, keep playing this role of the pregnant woman. Grace was looking at him through the camera but the professional, hard look in her eyes was gone, replaced with something hungrier. It made Louis feel hyper-aware of the softness of his skin and how his body looked each time he changed position.
As they went on, the charged feeling in the air only got stronger. The lingerie, left little to the imagination, especially now that he had them on. He could see the outline of his nipples and pussy clearly through the fabric and that look on Grace’s face was making him wet between his folds. It took all Louis’ self control not to let the wetness spread onto the fabric. He and Grace had always just been friends but having a gorgeous woman look at him that way made his whole body tingle.
Grace adjusted the lighting, creating a more intimate atmosphere by turning the lights a pale red. Then positioned him on his side, so that the open back of the lingerie was on full display, as well as his shapely ass. The fabric hugged and hung off his body in all the right places to emphasise the curves of his hips and the fullness of his breasts. Grace knelt beside the sofa, her camera clicking softly and slowly getting closer. All of a sudden, Louis felt lips at the side of his neck and a shiver ran down his spine.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” Grace murmured, Louis could feel her breath against the dampness her kisses left.
Louis turned around to face her, lying on his back, propped up on his elbows.
“Don’t stop.” He whispered.
There was a pause, then she kissed a path along his collarbone, her hands gently caressing his chest and feeling the softness of his skin. Her hands travelled down his body, her fingers tracing the intricate designs on the panties and teasing the sensitive skin beneath. She unhooked the front of the lingerie, the cups fell away, revealing Louis's breasts, full and heavy with milk.
Grace's hands continued their exploration, sliding down his stomach, over the curve of his belly, until she reached the waistband of his lingerie. With gentle tugs, she slid the fabric down his hips. Louis lifted them obediently and allowed her to slip them off, exposing his wet folds.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Grace gave a breathy laugh and positioned herself between Louis's legs, her eyes hooded and full of desire. Once she ducked down, his belly blocked sight of her, which made things all the more thrilling; he was relying on feeling alone. He squirmed in anticipation as her breath ghosted over his sensitive skin. Then, with deliberate slowness, Grace pressed her lips against him, kissing him softly at first before increasing the pressure, her tongue flicking out to taste him.
“Oh fuck.”
Louis couldn’t help but whimper and held fast tot he lounge for dear life. He knew he would be sensitive down there but no amount of preparation could have made him ready. It was like fireworks, sparking pleasure between his legs that sent his legs trembling.
Grace's mouth was relentless, her tongue working its magic, flicking and circling his clit, driving Louis wild. She sucked and teased, her fingers gently parting his lips, allowing her tongue to delve deeper, exploring every inch of his pussy.
“Oh God, faster, please!” He keened.
Grace obliged, her tongue working feverishly, her finger slipped deeper inside Louis's wet heat, curling and stroking in perfect rhythm as her tongue worked his clit.
Louis's orgasm hit him like a wave, crashing over him with intense pleasure. His body shook, his back arching off the sofa as he cried out, his pussy clenching around Grace's fingers. She worked him through a second, earth shattering orgasm before finally withdrawing totally. Louis splayed out along the lounge, basking in the most gentle, yet overwhelming after glow of his life. All his nerves were gone, anxiety replaced with a gentle calm as he turned to Grace.
“I want to stay like this. I want to be your model.”
“I’d like that,” She breathed, “A lot. You can be anything with the camera, my ultimate muse…”
The words sent a shiver down his spine; the life before him flashed in front of his eyes. Days spent in this studio, in as many bodies as he wanted, wearing the latest maternity wear for magazines, and sharing in the profits of Grace’s business. And there would be profits now. With the photos in that book she was about to be famous, he could feel it. It was going to be a life full of adventure and new experiences to savour. Louis couldn’t wait to get started.
