Name: Toby Kye
Age: 19
Personality: Studious and professional; somewhat insecure about his looks; likes to work hard and help other people out; has mixed feelings about his pregnancy - excited to be a parent but getting a little sick of all the little inconveniences, turned on by his pregnant look but tired of all the aches; identifies as straight because even as a girl he liked women; recently has started to get a little bitter about how his pregnancy has affected his routine and wardrobe.
Looks: Messy grain-brown hair, earning him the nickname "Sandy"; greenish-blue eyes; somewhat heavy-set due to his condition but otherwise of average build and height; eight months pregnant with a baby girl - 28.5'' belly, AA or B-Cup breasts, which would be small on a girl but feel big on him, slight chub in some places, blushes easily.
Likes: Order, routine and well-structured timetables; smart and polite people; intelligent ideas; science, art and other intellectual subject; doing other people favours; respect for boundaries; brevity.
Dislikes: Chaotic or unorganised situations; messy or dirty places; rudeness and people who talk too much; foolishness; gossip; pop music; people who think his pregnancy is an excuse to get touchy-feeling with him without his permission.
Virgin?: No. Had sex as both a man and a woman. Overall, a grand total of four one-night stands, one act of "experimentation" on 18th birthday and a serious, ongoing relationship with his current girlfriend, with whom he has slept frequently.
Other: Formerly known as Tania. Toby is a FTM man, in a relationship with MTF woman Mandy, formerly Mason. They are expecting their first child together. Because of this, Toby hasn't had sex with anyone since enrollment. The closest he'll allow is curling up on a couch or bed and letting the other guy rub his belly while whispering in his ear while he has a little, ahem, "private time". (pun definitely not intended
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Toby grumbled to himself as he wandered towards the bathroom for the third time in just under three hours. As if the humiliation of wearing flipflops and loose sweat pants with as big a t-shirt as Mandy could provide wasn't enough, he had left three classes so far to go to the toilet. As he leaned back against the wall to catch his breath, he found his thoughts wandering to something distinctly naughty. An idea his girl had proposed only last night, and one which seemed distinctly enticing....
Realising what he was doing, Toby chomped his finger, which hurt a little but was enough to bring him back to the here and now. "Stupid sexy Mandy," he grunted, one hand going to his forehead and dragging down his face. "It's all very well for her to propose sex plans at all hours. She's not the one who's constantly horny."
At an indignant-feeling jerk from inside his belly, his scoffed. "Oh, shut up, you," he said, annoyed. "You have it easy in there. It's me who's doing all the work." He slapped the side of his belly, but the feeling of his fingers on his exposed underbelly was causing a bit of a tingle...
Desperate to get inside and do his business before anything else happened, Toby turned and waddled - god, he hated that word - into the bathroom. Upon stepping inside the door, though, he heard familiar sounds. Grunts, groans, moans and the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Sounds like those of two people having sex.
Blushing to the roots of his hair, Toby was so thrown by the shock of it that he lost his centre of gravity for a moment and ended up falling against the wall of a cubicle. his hands went to cushion the blow as he landed against the wall with a loud bang. He froze.
Age: 19
Personality: Studious and professional; somewhat insecure about his looks; likes to work hard and help other people out; has mixed feelings about his pregnancy - excited to be a parent but getting a little sick of all the little inconveniences, turned on by his pregnant look but tired of all the aches; identifies as straight because even as a girl he liked women; recently has started to get a little bitter about how his pregnancy has affected his routine and wardrobe.
Looks: Messy grain-brown hair, earning him the nickname "Sandy"; greenish-blue eyes; somewhat heavy-set due to his condition but otherwise of average build and height; eight months pregnant with a baby girl - 28.5'' belly, AA or B-Cup breasts, which would be small on a girl but feel big on him, slight chub in some places, blushes easily.
Likes: Order, routine and well-structured timetables; smart and polite people; intelligent ideas; science, art and other intellectual subject; doing other people favours; respect for boundaries; brevity.
Dislikes: Chaotic or unorganised situations; messy or dirty places; rudeness and people who talk too much; foolishness; gossip; pop music; people who think his pregnancy is an excuse to get touchy-feeling with him without his permission.
Virgin?: No. Had sex as both a man and a woman. Overall, a grand total of four one-night stands, one act of "experimentation" on 18th birthday and a serious, ongoing relationship with his current girlfriend, with whom he has slept frequently.
Other: Formerly known as Tania. Toby is a FTM man, in a relationship with MTF woman Mandy, formerly Mason. They are expecting their first child together. Because of this, Toby hasn't had sex with anyone since enrollment. The closest he'll allow is curling up on a couch or bed and letting the other guy rub his belly while whispering in his ear while he has a little, ahem, "private time". (pun definitely not intended
)Toby grumbled to himself as he wandered towards the bathroom for the third time in just under three hours. As if the humiliation of wearing flipflops and loose sweat pants with as big a t-shirt as Mandy could provide wasn't enough, he had left three classes so far to go to the toilet. As he leaned back against the wall to catch his breath, he found his thoughts wandering to something distinctly naughty. An idea his girl had proposed only last night, and one which seemed distinctly enticing....
Realising what he was doing, Toby chomped his finger, which hurt a little but was enough to bring him back to the here and now. "Stupid sexy Mandy," he grunted, one hand going to his forehead and dragging down his face. "It's all very well for her to propose sex plans at all hours. She's not the one who's constantly horny."
At an indignant-feeling jerk from inside his belly, his scoffed. "Oh, shut up, you," he said, annoyed. "You have it easy in there. It's me who's doing all the work." He slapped the side of his belly, but the feeling of his fingers on his exposed underbelly was causing a bit of a tingle...
Desperate to get inside and do his business before anything else happened, Toby turned and waddled - god, he hated that word - into the bathroom. Upon stepping inside the door, though, he heard familiar sounds. Grunts, groans, moans and the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Sounds like those of two people having sex.
Blushing to the roots of his hair, Toby was so thrown by the shock of it that he lost his centre of gravity for a moment and ended up falling against the wall of a cubicle. his hands went to cushion the blow as he landed against the wall with a loud bang. He froze.