Riley Gendreau
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How I Got Myself Pregnant (Exclusive April 2025)
🕑 Added 2025-04-29 00:28:32 +0000 UTCAs a man who’s in his early twenties, you’re probably wondering why I look like a woman with massive breasts, decent curves, and a big round belly and why I’m riding a cock and suck ing on another. Well, this is the story of how I got myself pregnant.
It all started almost two years ago. I was working my nine-to-five job, which was at a factory that made tons of feminine products, from makeup to sanitary pads to even fertility pills. My job was to go around and inspect the products, as well as make sure work conditions were safe.
It was a pretty easy job, but mostly because those who worked at the factory were good at their jobs, so they rarely made mistakes, and if they did, they usually informed me and got to work fixing it, which was a nice change from the last factory I worked at, which was the opposite.
Today was one of those days where a mistake happened, but no one was really sure why. So they called me over. I found myself in the container that was used to mix ingredients for a new top-of-the-line fertility pill. I looked over the bottom of the machine and found no problems.
I connected my computer to it and got an error. It said something was jamming the blades that blend and mix the ingredients. There was a good chance that it was just a blockage from the ingredients, which happens from time to time.
Of course, if it’s not something that’s supposed to be inside the blend, like say, someone’s watch. We’ll have to throw away this entire batch, clean the container, and lose several days of work and a lot of money.
The company prefers we try to save the products if we can. So I head up to the catwalk, have some of the workers unscrew the top of the container and I have a fifteen-foot pole brought to me so I can attempt to fish the item out.
I got the pole down to where the blockage was, but I was having a really hard time getting it unblocked. I was about to give up, as I was already leaning against the safety rail and leaning any further would be very dangerous.
However, before I could give up, the safety rail did so first. The bolts popped off and the rail itself fell into the container below. The only problem with that was the fact that I was leaning against it. It suddenly coming loose and falling caught me off guard and I fell forward.
I fell forward into the container, which held the highly potent mixture that goes into the fertility pills once it’s been diluted a bit. I quickly sank to the bottom of the container, unable to swim because of how thick and sticky the liquid was.
I felt my back hit the bottom of the container and luckily not near the blades that blend it. Of course I was still drowning, but luckily one of the workers hit the emergency button, which caused the container to start emptying out.
What happened next I only know because someone told me. I passed out, but several workers came to my rescue and pulled me out of the container. Someone then performed CPR on me, and when I was breathing again, they called an ambulance.
I was still out when the ambulance arrived, which was good, as if I were awake during that time, I would have freaked out. Once at the hospital, they did what they needed to do to help me and then left me in a hospital bed until I woke up.
When I woke up, they explained to me what happened. Which I vaguely remembered at the time. They then said that while I was okay and perfectly healthy, what I fell into caused some extreme changes to my body.
I was nervous and asked what, thinking that maybe my skin turned purple like the fluid I fell into, or maybe all my facial hair was gone due to it being a product for women. Well, the truth turned out to be much more extreme and completely crazy.
Turns out that my body absorbed so much of the formula that it caused my body to flip a switch of sorts, making my body stop thinking I was male and think I was female. Then, with the large amount of feminine hormones flowing through me, my body started to change to match.
Everything from my hair to my toes changed. I had long black hair, soft and flawless skin, these massive breasts, a slim waist, wide hips, a fat butt, and even thicker hips. However, the craziest change was to my cock.
Apparently a vagina and all the parts that come with it formed under my cock, and once they were in place, the damn meat stick fell off. From what I was told, the paramedics put it in a cooler, but no one thought it was possible to put it back on.
They were trying to explain to me a ton of things, but I found myself unable to focus. As soon as I woke up, my body started to heat up and my new parts started to ache and ache, and after a few minutes I was panting and begging for the doctor to fuck me.
The doctor, of course, didn’t and ordered a few more tests for me to check on that. Later on that day, I did manage to convince some guy in the waiting room to sneak into my room with me. Once inside, he took his clothes off, and I removed my hospital gown.
I leaned onto my bed, pressing my massive breasts tightly, and he took me from the back, breaking in my new vagina. It felt amazing. His hard cock sliding in and out of me, the wetness and tightness of my new parts, the amazing sensation from my breasts and his hands on my ass.
I knew right away that he wasn’t going to be the first and that there’d be many more. Which there was, every day I was at the hospital. In between my tests I found different guys to take back to my room to satisfy my needs.
Before I was released from the hospital, it was discovered why I was so horny, which honestly made sense at first because I did fall into a container filled with a fertility formula designed to make people hornier and easier to impregnate.
However, it should have gone down as time went on, but it didn’t, and that was because my body adapted and started to produce the amount of hormones needed to keep me constantly horny, thinking it was normal now.
The doctors had no idea how to combat that but said they’d try a few different things as time went on until something worked. I was then left alone at home for a few months while the factory management investigated.
They found I wasn’t at fault and that it was just an unfortunate accident. They then gave me a decent settlement not to talk about what happened and even let me keep my job. I refused to keep my job, as my new body was too horny to focus on normal work.
Not to mention I was spending most of my day finding men on hookup sites to come over to my place and slip their hard cocks as deep inside me as they could. So that’s how I became a woman, and I feel like the second part is probably self-explanatory.
I mean, I was having so much sex, not getting pregnant should have been impossible. Well, guess again. My doctors had actually managed to find a dose of birth control to prevent me from getting pregnant, and I made all my partners use condoms.
Now you’re probably laughing at me, right, because clearly something didn’t work out. Well, I know that. I never intended to become pregnant, nor even a woman. I was hoping to avoid the first thing while waiting for a way to turn back into a guy.
However, the reason I ended up pregnant was because both the factory that made the birth control my doctors prescribed me and the condom I buy are both from the factory where I worked, and the new inspector of products and safety was horrible at his job.
So many defective products were put into the market and I just so happened to get birth control pills that were basically sugar pills and condoms that were ultra-thin and easy to break. So one night while I had thirty guys over for a fuck-the-hot-woman party, I ended up with a lot of semen inside me.
One of those guys ended up getting me pregnant, and I didn’t find out that I was pregnant until it was way too late. Which meant the doctors could no longer keep trying to find a way to turn me back into a guy, as it would be dangerous for my health.
So since then I’ve dealt with being a super horny pregnant woman. One who craves cocks as much as she craves a pickle covered in mayo, and it’s been up and down. To say going from crying to desperately begging for sex was an emotional roller coaster was an understatement.
So that catches us up to today, where I'm close to eight months pregnant and riding one man’s cock while giving a blowjob to another, and I’m sure once they both cum inside me, I’ll be off to the next guy.
Only a few more months until the doctors can resume trying to find me a way back to normal; all I have to do is keep myself from getting pregnant again, which may be hard. I can’t keep myself away from men’s cocks, and I’m not even sure I want to anymore. If only they had a fertility formula for men that I could jump into.
Comments
last_of_workers
I can say a lot about this story, but now I don't want to chat, I just want to say that I liked this story... That's all... I apologize for being so laconic, it's just that my mood was ruined this morning, so I've been walking around all day gloomy as a cloud.
