"What's your biggest regret in life grandpa?"
My grandpa was 65 years old. He was balding, but still had gray hair on the sides of his head. His body was a little weather worn, but not overly wrinkled. He had a small old man gut, but he was still pretty trim. He stood six foot tall, and still walked with a sense of purpose in life. He had raised me since my parents died in a car crash when I was 14. That day was the only time I ever saw him cry. It wasn't that he was emotionless, far from it. He just seem to always find the bright side of things. He always smiling and laughing. That's what led me to ask this question. He sat in quiet contemplation a little while. I was getting impatient waiting for his answer, but just before I opened my mouth to hurry him up, he spoke.
"Well, I guess it would be that I only ever have one child." He said.
"That's your biggest regret? That you didn't have more children? Not that you didn't go to space, or travel around Europe? That you didn't have more children? That's silly grandpa!" I said.
"Ah, but it has the benefit of being true, where the others don't." He said. "Most people are okay not having children when they get older, but I always wanted them. From when I was a little kid I wanted to have lots and lots of children. I'm a simple man, I don't need to go to space. What I wanted was children. Something always came up though, there was always something in the way, and when it wasn't, whoever I was with never got pregnant. I had myself examined, I was perfectly fertile. I don't know why it never happened, I guess it was just fate. The one thing I wanted most, the universe denied to me. That's the way of life though. When your father was born it was one of the happiest days of my life. Then he had you, and that made me happy too. But then he didn't have any more, and died. That's why you gotta get married and have lots and lots of babies, so I can be happily surrounded by great grand children."
"Grandpa!" I said blushing a little.
"How about that Bob?" He said. "He seems like a nice young fellow." He said.
"He broke up with me over a month ago. He said he didn't want a long distance relationship." I said.
"Ah." He said. "Mores the pity."
My grandpa looked very sad for a moment, but then cheered himself up.
"I'm sure you'll find the right boy some day darling." He said.
We engaged in some idle conversation for a bit, and then I had to go back to class. I was attending a local state college. That was actually why Bob broke up with me. He was going to an out of state university, but I figured a degree was a degree. Sure there were people who cared about that sort of thing, but as long as I have the credentials for what I was doing, I'm sure I could find a good job. Even if I didn't get to the top as quickly as otherwise, the fact that I wasn't going to be over fifty thousand in debt would certainly made a big difference. Actually thanks to being able to stay with my grandpa while I went to school, I was likely to be graduating debt free. I was accomplishing my every dream.
I didn't think I would have any regrets when I got older. Yet, I wasn't half as happy as my grandpa usually was. I thought his regrets were going to be something silly, like he didn't sprout wings and fly. I thought he had achieved everything in life that he desired, why else be so happy? I wasn't anywhere near as happy as he was, and yet I could see it in his eyes when he talked about it how deeply he wanted children. His boyhood dream, and he only had me to show for it. It made me sad thinking about it. I had intended to have children when I had an established career. By then my grandpa might already be dead, as he was so old. He has done so much for me, I couldn't do that to him. I decided to bump up my schedule for children. I would have one within the next five years, so he could see that he had great grandchildren. I made it a firm resolution. I focused on my classes that day. Later that night I had a bad dream.
I was an astrochemist and had made a brand new formula for rocket fuel. NASA had taken my fuel design, and a rocket was sitting on the launchpad full with it, ready for the test to prove that it really was the best fuel for space exploration. Just before the engine lit though, the rocket fell down and broke open. I ran out there and put it back together, shoveling the fuel back in with my hands. Again just before they let the main engine, it rocked over and spilled out. I ran back and tried to put the fuel back in the rocket again, but an engineer came out and stopped me.
"Sorry, but we're out of rockets." he said. "You can try again in fifty years."
I was crushed. I woke up crying. My sadness didn't go away with the dream. It was my dream to be a rocket scientist. In my dream I had come so close, and then it fell apart. It didn't matter that it wasn't real, it still evoked all of the emotions. I cried myself back to sleep. The rest of my sleep was dreamless. I woke up sad from the night before, remembering my dreams pretty well.
I got ready for school. I stopped in front of the mirror to double check my appearance before I left the house. A guy might get away with looking like a mess, but a girl wouldn't. My long light brown hair was up in a single neat braid. My long nose and pointed chin give me a little bit of a gaunt figure, making me seem taller than the five foot six I really was. I stared at my long nose. I hated that appendage. I felt it made me look like a witch. My ex boyfriend Bob had said it made me look cute, but here I am while he is off in California, so what does he know? I was relatively fit, weighing 110 pounds according to my license. I wasn't much more than that really, although I didn't know my real weight anymore. Me and the scale were not on speaking terms since Christmas. My skin was lightly freckled, another thing my ex boyfriend liked and more proof of his questionable judgment. I took a good look at my eyes, puffy from crying all night. The color of my eyes actually changed pretty regularly. Its not that I did anything, they just naturally did that. Today they were a deep rich green.
'I don't look attractive at all.' I thought as I took in my nose, freckles, and puffy eyes. I pulled out my makeup case and started to rectify the problem. With my facial appearance fixed, I turned my attention to my body. I have a nice firm ass and perky 32 BB breasts. I liked my breasts, except for the fact that one nipple was a little larger than the other. I examined my flat stomach. I worked hard to keep it that way. I had enough meat on my bones to keep me from looking sick, maybe a slice of cake extra if you wanted to get punched, but all in all a very fit and attractive body. And it better be, with all the work I put into maintaining it.
'I'd definitely fuck me.' I thought.
Having make myself pretty, I went through my closet find something that matched. Dressed, I dashed out the door.
"Bye grandpa, I'm running late! Have a good day!" I yelled.
I made it to class in time. It was a boring class, and I found myself daydreaming. Normally that wouldn't be noteworthy, as I was able to ace this particular class without any effort whatsoever, but when I caught myself daydreaming, the topic was disturbing. I was daydreaming about being pregnant with the instructor's child. It happened in the next class, and the one after that.
I thought the last class I had for the day would have been safe, as it was with a female instructor and the subject I really enjoyed, but instead of the instructor, I imagined it being one of the older students nearby. I went home frustrated, having had a bad day at school. I went straight to my room. I didn't even say hi to my grandpa. I closed and locked the door. I threw myself face down on my bed. I laid there for a little bit, but then I started daydreaming about being pregnant again. I grabbed my pillow and shoved under my stomach pretending it was a baby bump. I quickly got uncomfortable and rolled over, shoving my pillow into my shirt. I started rubbing the outside of my shirt pretending that I was full with a baby. I felt myself start to get wet, and I reached my hand around my pillow filled shirt and into my pants. I started rubbing my clit in slow circles as I imagined what it would feel like to be full of somebody's baby. I rubbed my fake stomach pretending that I was pregnant as I massaged my sex.
"Its okay, mommy is here." I crooned to my fake belly, pretending the baby was kicking inside me. The thought of it was too much, and I came. I lay there shivering in post masturbatory bliss for a little bit, then I looked down and saw the pillow stuffed in my shirt.
"Thanks a lot grandpa." I mumbled under my breath as I grabbed the bottom of the pillow, preparing to whip it out of my shirt. Before I pulled it out though, I hesitated for a second. I gave it one last caress, then pulled it out slowly instead. My shirt was horribly stretched. I imagined it being my stomach and shivered, I'm not quite sure if it was in lust or horror. Maybe a mix of both. I cleaned myself up and changed into my pajamas. I went to the kitchen to grab myself something to eat, then came back and sat on the couch next to Grandpa and ate. He was watching a movie about a girl who got pregnant trying to hide her condition. I couldn't help it, I felt myself getting wet.
"Um, grandpa? Do you think we can watch something else?" I asked.
