Matt's touch

Strolling through the park, stretching his arms and legs from a long day of cubical work. If he was honest with the people who asked him about his days work, he would state that in reality he spent about forty percent of the time actually doing work and the rest reading, browsing images or talking about his secret desire with friends that desired the same. It was innocent enough, but he had “let the cat out of the bag” so to speak and his desires had only seemed to…increase. And take up more and more time of his day.

He did not mind though, he did not have a girlfriend. It was not that he was not attractive he was. He thought himself rather tall, reaching ten inches above the five foot marker on any measuring tape, and tipping the scale at one hundred twenty pounds. He was not athletically fit, but he ran a little and pumped a little bit of iron just to keep a semi-shape that was not a circle. He had brilliant green eyes, and a blonde-red blend of curly hair that if he did not keep tamed would spring out in such a fashion that it would make Bozo jealous.

He came to his resting stop, he always stopped here. A bench next to a statue of a man on a horse. The typical park statue, dedicated to so and so’s great relative of some relation for their whatever doings. It was green with age, pigeon droppings spotted the strong man’s hat, and decorated his jacked like his many war medals. The droppings did nonstop there, it continued onto the horses proud mane and up to its nose, scattered across, what would have been an expensive saddle, and down to the tail caught in mid-flick to scatter those irritating flies. The horn of the saddle itself was not green, or copper as it had been once. But a disgusting shade of grey-white. The statue, and matching bench was in the center of a circle that many runner, joggers, bikers, hikers, and wanna-be’s circle. It had several pathways connecting to it and the only way to get to the other was to complete a half circle to your destination.

Matt liked this place the most at this specific time of day because it was before work or schools got out so it was littered with families, nannies, and mothers with children under the ages of five. Many of the woman who were not grandmothers or nannies were pregnant. Matt had his favorites. He never talked to them, just sat and watched. Hopefully in a none, threatening and creepy manner. If they made eye contact he would smile softly and nod. If they were within talking range he would speak kind words about the weather or their beautiful bundle of kinetic energy that was either in the stroller drooling, or running in circles around their legs. No police officers had ever introduced themselves to him, so he assumed they women were okay. He never stayed long, about twenty minutes or so. Then he would continue the walk home.

On this particular day it chilly. To no surprise to him there were only the old couples walking briskly through the park together, and none of his eye candy in sight. Mustn’t get the chillins sick. He thought to himself as he stayed seated in cold bench. He was a regular after all, and it would seem creepy if he left when the women were not around. They would assume that he was a pedophile, when in reality he was a maieusophile.

After his typical time passed by he begins his journey home, only to run into a homeless man. The air was brisk as it was, and Matt had a fleece on to keep him warm. But the homeless man’s coverings were, more holes than anything else. He was huddles on a mat made of cardboard. The man smiled up at him, age ravaged his face making him seem much older than he was. His hair was salt and peppered all throughout, if you looked past the dirt, twigs and leaves. His eyes though, they were a crystal clear blue. So much life and spunk left in them. When he smiled they shone like the deepest blue of the clearest sunny skies. The man nodded at Matt, but instead of nodding back Matt stopped and stared. Something was captivating about the man. It was not the first homeless person Matt had come across, he normally handed them a few bucks and change. Whatever was in his pocket at the time. He made more than a single man needed anyway. But this man, he was something else.

“How are you?” The old man asked, his smile echoing in his voice.

“I-I-I’m,” it was like Matt was in a trance, but he fought it and snapped out, “I’m good. Yourself?”

“Well, been worse. Been better. Can’t complain.” The man was chuckled.

“It looks like it could rain.”

“Yeah, it smells of it too.”

“It’s gunna get cold tonight.” Matt continued.” The man’s smile faltered slightly, he was not sure if Matt was going to insult him, or not. Matt shrugged, “If you want I can set you up for a while in my place.”

“Oh, no no. I’ll be okay.” The man shook his head. Matt had meet this kind before, stubborn in their pride. But pride was all they had left at this point. Matt could not fathom even thinking about seriously begging strangers for money. Let alone not having a decent jacket.

“Well, it would be more of a favor to me, see. My roomy just got married and moved out. I have this huge apartment all to myself, and honestly I’ve never lived alone. It bothers me.”

The man thought for a moment, “Well, only for the night.”

“Only for the night then.” Matt smiled, letting out a hand to help the man up Matt helped him gather his things, and the continued down towards Matt’s apartment. He learned the old man was not that old, but about fifty. He had lost his job when his company outsourced, he was a computer technician. Or well had been. He could not get a job fast enough and he had to sell his house. But then he could not find an apartment. It just continued to spiral down from there.

When they arrived Matt showed him the room he would be staying in, carefully stating that if he wanted more nights he could stay. He then showed him the bathroom and suggested a warm shower to chase out the bitter cold.

“Oh it would be pointless.” The man smiled, “I would get back into these filthy things.” he motioned to his clothing.

“Well, I can lend you something’s of mine and wash that if you wish?” The man agreed and Matt ended up giving him all of his doubles. Matt was one that when he bought a shirt that fit well he would go back and buy at least one more of the same shirt maybe a different color. This habit soon lead him to having a closet full of clothing in the other room as well as two dressers and a closet in his own room.

A month flew by and Matt had helped the man get a job, coincidently the next day at work their office in the city over had a problem with their technician and they needed a new one. Matt pulled strings and got him a job there. Got him a bus pass, and very soon they found him an apartment in the same town. Matt helped him move out. And on their last trip over the man turned to Matt.

“If you could have anything, absolutely wish. What would it be?” He had stumbled across Matt’s box of paraphernalia during his month long stay, and Matt told him all about it. He had openly accepted it and moved on.

“Honestly? Man, I would love to be able to turn any woman pregnant. With a touch mind you.” He smiled at the thought of him caressing a woman in an intimate manner and her growing large and swollen in a matter of minutes.

The man smiled, “I figured it was going to be something like that.”

“Why do you ask?”

“No reason.” The man answer laconically. They promised to stay in touch, Matt had no doubt they would. But he left feeling happier than he had in his life. He was not sure if it was that he just did probably the biggest good deed he would ever do in his life. Or if it was just the day.

Another month passed by, days turning into minutes and weeks turning into hours. Matt had a date. A woman he had been eyeing at his office. She was not pregnant, but you honestly could not go on a date with a pregnant woman and expect a normal relationship to spawn from it. Her name was Katheryn,  she was all legs reaching at an eye level five ten. She was a sex symbol, almost, in Matt’s eyes. A perfect hour glass figure. Modest breasts that he estimated at a C cup size. A slender waist line, and hips that flared dramatically. A perfect heart shaped bottom. And those legs. Matt was not a leg man, not normally. But her stems made him weak in the knees like a perfectly shaped, full term mother could. Matt had finally worked the courage up, and she had agreed.

Reservations were at seven, at a restaurant that specialized in salacious meals and dancing. Matt was eager to put the moves that he had learned in the classed he had begun taking up at the annex when the man was still living with him. She walked in, her hair falling perfectly around her round shaped face. The brilliant brunette shinning in the mood lighting. Her hazel eyes glinting in delight. Her make up was subtle but noticeable from afar. Her dress was form fitting, but not whorish in any matter. It hugged every curve just right. Accentuating her hips and breasts. Which were pressed firmly into a curve enhancing brazier. The dress was red, and sexy. It flared out right above her knees, the back slightly lower than the front. Her shoes here a matching shade. The heels high enough that it flexed her toned muscles permanently, only helping her stems looks. Not to mention her bottom.

. The evening went well, the dinning was perfect, the conversation was even better. A song that matched the beats Matt had been practicing to began to play. He stood up, and held out a hand towards her. She smiled and took it graciously. A swift movement and they were entwined in each others arms moving to the beat in perfect harmony that one could only think they had been together forever. They moves matching each other like to seasoned lovers. But before the song ended, Katheryn ended the dance abruptly. Stating something about not feeling so well, and that she felt she needed to go home. Matt did not argue but picked up the tab and hailed a cab for her, pleading with her to call him later so that he knew she was okay. She agreed and quickly rattled her address to the driver before smiling slightly up at Matt and closing the door. Before they drove away, Matt watched  her cover her mouth like she was going to get sick.

Matt thought it might have been the fish she ate, because he did not feel bad himself and he had steak. Katheryn did not call that night, and wasn’t at work the next day. He did not dawdle on it though, he had a big presentation that his boss herself was going to be present at, as well as other people from other places of high status. He got the conference room before anyone else had. Setting up his presentation. The superior ones soon filed in. Men and woman of all ages, race and backgrounds. Their sleek suits fitting them just perfectly, not a hair out of place. Perfectly groomed and manicured down to their toes, well if he could see their toes. He shook everyone’s hands as they came in and greeted them correctly. Taking extra time on his own boss. And showing her to her seat at the head of the table.

All went smoothly, the presentations point was clear and his objectives were noted. But Matt couldn’t help but notice that about half way through the women were getting really fidgety. Like they were uncomfortable. So he tried to move faster than he had originally planned. He was not stopped by his boss at any point and finished up ten minutes shorter than he had anticipated. They all clapped, but the woman were the first out this time, rushing past him with out as much as a nod. The men stayed back and congratulated him. When he walked out, the rest of the office was there to applaud him as well. All of them shaking his hand, patting his back and so on. He left the office early that day, skipped going to the park and ordered in. Going to bed much earlier than normal.

The next morning, when he arrived to work. He was astonished to see that almost all of the female population of the office was out on a sick day. They were so under staffed that the CEO decided to call off work completely in his corner of the building. He wandered his way to the park, and found his bench taken by a teenage couple, probably skipping class. So instead he started his walk home, his women weren’t out anyway it was too early. As he strolled through the park taking in the fresh air someone hit his arm as they passed by. It was the girl half of that teenage couple. Her new-age punk hair in her eyes, that were so covered in black makeup that it looked like she was wearing a mask.

“Oh, man. I’m like, so sorry.” She emphasized on the so more than she needed to. Holder her hand out apologetically. He was doing the same, and grazed her hand.

“It is okay, I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings.” He retorted and with that the couple was back in their self absorbed world. Matt spent the rest of the night sifting through his box. And once again going to bed early.

When he arrived at the office the next morning, he was more shocked that the previous. All the woman that were gone the day before were there. And taking up more space than they had before. Every woman looked like she was well into the second trimester of her pregnancy. All of them having a very noticeable bump, and a new swell to their breasts. Most of them did not have clothing to fit their new swollen figures. And a few of them were losing buttons left and right, it was office apparel after all. Struggle to bed over, and constantly fidgeting with their too small of garments. While Matt walked to his cubical  as fast as he could, trying desperately to count the tiles on the floor and thanking God that he had worn a loser pair of pants that day, he noticed that a few of the woman couldn’t even fully zip up the back of their skirts.

When he made it to what he thought was the safety of his desk, Katheryn came up. He smiled at her happy to see she was feeling better. But she did not return the smile, and when she came to the entrance to his square safe-heaven he knew why. She looked like she was at full term with twins. Her pink blouse straining to stay buttoned, and her white undershirt strained so tightly that he could see her skin through it. Her breasts were spilling over the top of her brazier like freshly baked muffins still in their containers. Her grey pencil skirt had an elastic waste that was stretched beyond its limits. Matt thought he could hear the seams on her clothing groan in disapproval with every movement she made.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call Matt, but I didn’t know what to say.” She smiled shyly, Matt did not say a word but counted backwards in his head. “I wasn’t even sure if I should come to work today but it seems like everyone else is going through what I am.” She chuckled slightly, “I did have a lovely time, but then at the end I felt like I was going to get sick. When I got home I went to bed and the next morning I woke up well,” she looked around, “like them. I rushed myself to the ER, and they told me I was pregnant and even suggested committing me because I was well into my second tern and I should have known. But I didn’t. How could I. I didn’t know I was pregnant Matt.” Matt nodded slowly. “I don’t blame you for not wanting to go out with a fat cow like me again.”

“Your not fat.” Matt finally responded, his voice foreign sounding.

“Sure I am, I don’t have any clothing to fit me, and I’m not sure if I’m done growing yet.”

“I like you the way you are.”

She smiled, “Your sweet Matt.” He did not try to explain it was too public, and it would be too weird.

Matt had a hard time concentrating on his job  that day, and went into his bosses office to ask if he could go home. Which he found even harder than expected because she had not kept her clothing on completely through out the day. She had lost her bra at some time. Her shirt was untucked and unbuttoned at the top and bottom. Her skirt was unzipped letting her swollen stomach rest in her lap happily. She was eating a large hamburger she had a temp get her from the local shop down the block. This only bothered Matt even more so. But she did not question him about his reasons why.

On his way home Matt ran into the man, “Matt! How is it going? I am sure you are enjoying your gift by now.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” He asked, completely bewildered.

“I am sure you have noticed just about every woman you have touched recently has became pregnant as if over night?”

“Well I didn’t know what was going on, but..” Matt saw the teenage couple sitting on his bench once again. The girl’s make up was not on at all, and it looked as if she had been crying. Her stomach bulged out from her small shirt, and her breasts juggled with her heavy shops. Her boyfriend was comforting her but confusion was engraved in his face. “I ran into her yesterday, on the way home.”

“If you made skin to skin contact with her she is pregnant.” The man answered.

“Oh. My.”

“Enjoy it Matt.” but before he could turn around the man was gone.

“I guess I will have to invest in some gloves.” Matt shrugged taking in a longing look at all of his eye candy. New and old.