With no way to remove the pregnant stomach, you decided to go to the party. Along the way you picked up sweat pants and a grey pregnancy t shirt that said “baby on board” along the belly, just so people would think your “costume” was a joke.
Despite changing your torso into that of a real 9months pregnant woman; you arms, legs, and head were still very much male.
Everyone seamed to enjoy your costume. Either laughing, giving you thumbs up, or asking to touch it impressed by the realism, down to the spine curve, and wondering how you get the breasts to lactate. Even some woman at the party found it “empowering” for you to wear it. Your just glad they didn’t want to tear you apart.
You did your best to mingle, ignoring the occasional kick from your very real 9 months old fetus in you. Or how good it felt whenever someone rubbed your sensitive stomach with their hands. And also trying to avoid showing any reaction when a few people touched your smooth crotch.
Walking around was getting harder and harder with all the sloshing going on in both your breasts and belly.
You started sitting down more and sighing, rubbing your shoulders and feet to alleviate some of back pain. Most just thought you were playing your part. You laughed it off smiling hoping no one would find out the truth.
As the night wound on you got more and more drunk. You knew it was bad for “your” baby, but f*ck it. It wasn’t real anyway.
Shot after shot you drank till you didn’t know which way was up anymore. All the while feeling kicks from the little parasite telling you to stop. But that only made you down more and more.
Eventually you were drunker than you had been in your entire life.
You were so drunk that you started flirting with both male’s and female’s. That was new for you. Maybe your new genitalia was effecting your mind? Maybe you were secretly Bi for all this time?
Regardless the party died down with your getting more and more drunk.
Till something unexpected happened...