Swap Tales: Preg Pact

By Gregor Daniels

Eric hasn't heard from his friend, Tripp, in years—until Tripp, now a Hollywood stuntman, invites Eric to his Beverly Hills mansion to meet his pregnant supermodel wife, Zoe. With Zoe impatiently wanting to resume her modeling career, she's looking for a surrogate mother for her five-month-old fetus. Eric happens to be the best candidate, and he'll be well compensated. He reluctantly agrees, and the transfer is made.

But when Zoe is later imprisoned for a crime, the now-pregnant Eric finds Tripp devastated. Eric can't stand seeing his friend upset. And the due date is coming up fast. Luckily, Eric knows of a way to make things better: Swap Mate. It'll be like Zoe was never gone...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Apr 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005195007

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Copyright © 2021 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

This erotic story takes place in the Swap Mate universe.

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Every turn led to another street with the largest homes Eric had ever seen. He felt misplaced with his Nissan Leaf, glimpsing Lamborghinis and Aston Martins and other exotic sports cars he didn’t recognize. This was definitely the neighborhood of the stupidly rich and famous! Maybe after ten lifetimes he might be able to afford a down payment.

Surely Tripp doesn’t live here, he thought, checking the GPS on his phone again. Nope, he wasn’t off course; this was the route, and Tripp’s house was just ahead.

Eric stopped at the curb next to his destination.

The address belonged to a house like all the rest in Beverly Hills: a squat-looking castle partially hidden amongst a jungle of shrubs and foliage. The front lawn itself was bigger than his downtown flat. Imagine the bill for the lawn maintenance!

As far back as Eric could remember, he’d always looked up to Tripp Sadler. In high school they’d been best friends. But Tripp always earned the special titles: valedictorian, honor student, most valuable player. In their senior yearbook, he’d been voted the most likely to succeed. Looking at the mansion he supposedly lived in, Eric had to agree with that assessment. Now, Tripp was a Hollywood stuntman married to a supermodel. The dude had fucking made it. Whatever the ultimate goal of life was, he’d achieved it.

Eric wished he had just a fraction of that success.

He got out and strolled up the driveway—which then broke off into a sinuous path up to the front door. It was appropriately huge, and very fitting for a mansion. He gave the knocker a few sturdy bangs.

The person who answered the door a moment later was not Tripp, but rather his supermodel wife, Zoe. Eric saw right away that Tripp’s luck with the ladies was still unfairly good. She was smoking hot! Blonde, buxom, and perfectly tan. Though, the biggest distraction, by far—and literally—was Zoe’s prominent baby bump. Her bronze-colored dress alluringly accentuated her very front-heavy figure, as if she were stowing away a sizable beach ball against her tummy.

Hi! she said, showing a pearly white grin. You must be Eric.

Yeah-uh-huh, Eric stuttered, unable to take his eyes off Mrs. Sadler’s belly. Whoa. He didn’t mention the…the newest family member. Tripp was in his mid-twenties now. Eric supposed the pregnancy shouldn’t be a total shock. Based on the mansion, Tripp could certainly afford to raise a kid. Or a whole school of them.

Zoe laughed, and rested her hands on the uppermost swell of her bloated midsection, as if to confirm his sharp eye. Yes. Oh, it was a lovely surprise when the test came back positive. He was as excited as I was—although, unfortunately, I had to put my modeling career on hold. There aren’t as many swimsuits to be modeled by a pregnant woman, it seems.

Their loss. Even with the extra cargo, she was still stunningly gorgeous in Eric’s truthful opinion. He totally envied Tripp right now. So. Um. Tripp mentioned a discussion he wanted to have with me?

"Both of us, actually. Come on inside. Can I