Mommy Makeover

By Gregor Daniels

With advancements in artificial womb technology, it's now possible for practically anyone to be a surrogate mother. And for Arnold, the money seems like more than enough compensation for nine months of ballooning changes—during which he can stay home, be lazy, and monitor his health.

After a simple operation, he's on his way to experiencing pregnancy firsthand.

But Arnold underestimated all the side effects of carrying a baby, including the morning sickness, the food cravings, and even the desires. As he begins to put on weight and his belly flourishes in size, he's having more sexual thoughts than ever. And then a chance encounter with the baby's father has him appreciating all the ins and outs of being a sexy mom...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: May 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215577035

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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Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Epilogue

Copyright © 2023 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

1

It didn’t help that the lobby was freezing cold, and I could only curse the maniac who had set the thermostat to the mid-sixties. Maybe it wasn’t that cold, and maybe I was only imagining it. I reckoned I would’ve been shivering anyway. The big MOMMY MAKEOVER letters hanging behind the receptionist’s desk, once intriguing, now seemed like a bold threat. My girlfriend, Kimberly, noticed my severe lack of calmness and rested a hand on my trembling knee.

It’s okay, she said. Dr. Schmitt promised it wouldn’t hurt, remember? This is going to be so awesome.

I know, I said. As in: I know it won’t hurt. I’m not worried about it hurting.

How did I wind up here? Well, it was pretty simple. Being a surrogate mother was a nice, fat paycheck. First off, I had good genetics. My family didn’t have a history of diabetes, Alzheimer's, or any other syndromes or disorders. Therefore, for nine months of renting my belly out as an incubator for someone else’s fetus, I was looking at a seventy-thousand-dollar paycheck minimum. As a recent high school graduate, that was like winning a Powerball lottery. It was a ton of money! And with it, I could cover college tuition, buy a new car, and do a lot of things that most people my age had to work really hard for.

There was one complication, though. I was a guy.

A few years ago, surrogacy wouldn’t have been an option. But now with these Mommy Makeover campuses, they could surgically adapt my body to carry a child. Wouldn’t it have been easier for a woman to be a gestational carrier? Yes. But my genetics played a huge part in why I was a good candidate to have a womb.

If I remembered correctly, the child would be eighty-five percent someone else’s kid and fifteen percent my kid. Something like that.

I was so damn nervous.

Suddenly all the professionalism I’d seen and information I’d received seemed like a giant scam, and I wondered if I’d volunteered to be someone’s science experiment.

I’ll be by your side the whole time, Kimberly said. Helping you every step of the way.

I haven’t even signed the contract yet, I reminded her.

But you will. And your belly’s going to get so big and beautiful. She rubbed my currently flat tummy, only reinforcing how mentally unprepared I was for being pregnant.

As we waited, my eyes went around the room. I became particularly fixated on a pair of photos showing a college football player and a statuesque pregnant woman wearing a wedding dress, with another girl—partner?—standing behind with her arms wrapped around the belly. The juxtaposition of the two images led me to assume that the football player and the pregnant woman were the same person.

Would I need to present as a woman?

Would I have to use different pronouns?

I wasn’t transgender. I’d only signed up as a surrogacy candidate because of the money.

I tried to hide from