A Sticky Situation

My boyfriend, Scott, has gotten himself into quite a predicament, and I don't know whether he even knows yet, but he will before too long. He's been throwing up for weeks now and seems to be able to eat only white bread, which he normally hates, and potatoes. He's also tired most of the time and has been sore in unusual places. He thinks he just has the flu that's been going around, but I know better... he's pregnant, and it's not my baby (I had a vasectomy when I was married and still trying to play straight), though I did play a role in getting him knocked up.

I guess I should also explain that my boyfriend is FTM -- born female, but living as a man thanks largely to the hormones he's been taking for years. Testosterone injections have masculinized him and, as long as he's on them, make him infertile, but he hasn't had any surgeries. He's naturally so flat-chested that his chest looks male anyways, especially now that he has chest hair... and neither of us want him to get rid of his pussy. Sure, a bigger cock would be fun to play with, but it wouldn't make up for the sensation of sticking my cock deep into his pussy and rubbing my cockhead up against his g-spot and cervix. Anyway, back to how he got knocked up...

Every Friday evening, Scott's officemates go out for dinner and drinks to start the weekend. Up until several months ago, Scott would go out with his officemates some weeks and not go other weeks, but it was no big deal either way... he could take it or leave it. But about five months ago, I noticed a change in Scott's behavior. First, he started going out every single Friday night and it seemed to become very important to him. I asked him about it, and he said that the boss had made it clear that everyone was expected to join in on the Friday night festivities to build camaraderie in the office. This sounded slightly strange to me, but because Scott's boss is known to be a little strange, I accepted it without too much question.

Then, the showering started.