After nearly causing an incident by going into the wrong one, Ryan managed to waddle into the ladies’ room. Ryan needed to get out of the house, take a break from the monotony of tossing and turning on the couch, but he was barely 15 minutes out the door before having to make an emergency stop for the nearest fast-food restroom to relieve himself. “I just left and I’m already about to piss myself. Damn bladder.” he groaned, awkwardly trying to pull down his maternity pants. 

They were already a full size larger than was suggested, but even so he could feel the indents pressing against his swollen skin, chafing like hell. That wasn’t even mentioning his leaking tits. He thought them too sensitive to stuff into a bra, but he was already feeling that mistake as they hung completely unsupported.
   
When Ryan had heard of the Swap Surrogacy program, he jumped at the opportunity. Getting a sizable nest egg just by swapping with a pregnant chick until term? It was too good to be true. But so far he wasn’t having as much fun as he expected. All at once, he could feel the fatigue of not only being 15 years older, but also having to give up any extra energy to the thing growing in him. He also should have put more stock in WHO told him about the program. Did he figure his pregnant aunt intended to hire a surrogate when she offhandedly mentioned it? Sure. Did he consider for even a second that there was a chance he would end up swapping with her? Hell no. It didn’t feel like easy money anymore, that’s for sure. Sure, strangers were tripping over themselves to give him a hand- allowing him to cut in line, giving up their seats on the train, that sort of thing- and his boss was mercifully giving him a lot of leeway, but being in her (soon-to-be?) MILF body was attracting the kinds of unwanted stares that Ryan was NOT used to. 

Ryan’s sulking would be interrupted by something spectacular: what he first thought was a random muscle spasm in his stomach, it dawned on him it was actually a small baby’s kick. “Stupid hormones...” Ryan sniffled, but despite himself, whatever shred of masculine pride he was clinging on to was washed away as Ryan began to well up with emotion. Such a small, involuntary gesture, but enough for him to shake off his apprehension. Ryan would continue carrying around his little cousin with the love and care of an expecting mother, and was actually seriously considering staying on with the Surrogacy program afterwards.