Kompera
patreon
Turned VI
🕑 Added 2020-08-31 08:23:59 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for varvi.
-
The walk back to Porter’s place wasn’t far, but it was exhausting all the same. Erica puffed out long breaths as she waddled along behind the others. Every so often, Stephanie would give her a worried glance or Porter would throw a smirk in her direction. Erica just grimaced back and tried to waddle a little faster, her dress damp with sweat by then. Her ankles quaked and she was beginning to seriously regret her decision to wear heels.
“Looking good, Erica,” Porter remarked slyly.
“Shut up, Porter!” said Stephanie irritably.
“Hey, I was just letting her know that she’s doing well. Considering the heels, and that load, and god those knockers—”
“One more remark, Porter, and I swear—”
“What are you gonna do?” Porter cut Stephanie off. “Scratch me with those claws? Smother me with that fat rack of yours?”
Stephanie was so appalled, she couldn’t seem to speak for a moment.
Porter turned back to Erica. “Why couldn’t you just be like Stephanie here, and accept your new life?”
Stephanie was red. “It’s not like that, Porter,” she protested.
“Of course it is,” Porter responded, looking Stephanie up and down. “Stephanie here is already pregnant with her second child. She’s completely accepted her new life.”
Stephanie flushed deeper. She bowed her head in clear embarrassment. “L-Let’s just stay focused on how you’re going to change us back,” she said.
To Erica’s relief, they had finally arrived at Porter’s apartment. Erica was puffing out breaths, her hands clutching at her immense belly as it heaved up and down in the tight fabric of her dress.
“Unfortunately for you, Stephanie,” said Porter, sounding all but sincere as he unlocked the door. “You’re stuck like this forever because of your new pregnancy.”
Stephanie’s eyes went wide. Her hands trailed down to her abdomen and Erica couldn’t help examining it. She saw the faintest curve.
As Porter kept talking, Erica focused on waddling her way into the classy apartment. She didn’t wait for invitation to ease herself down on the couch, her belly filling her lap as she slumped back, groaning. Idly she ran her hands up and down; all along the heated skin. It felt tighter than ever. Her nipples tingled and ached. She deeply wanted to unstrap her heels but she didn’t want to put in the effort. Her head was spinning. She could go back to being Eric? She could be a man again? But Stephanie was stuck this way? ‘the fuck?
Porter turned to face Erica directly. “Eric, the only way for you to change back is to raise the baby for one year without getting pregnant a second time.”
Erica nodded through the discomfort and fatigue, her insides lurching. Her loins felt as though they were pulsing. She fidgeted awkwardly beneath the mass of her huge abdomen. It was still hard to believe how huge she had gotten. The discomfort was ceaseless. She arched her back, trying to alieve the tightness while pushing her belly forward. “What’s the catch?” she managed as Porter continued to smirk down at her.
“You have to drink a tonic that will cause you to have a severe hormonal imbalance,” Porter said. “It will make you want to be more feminine than ever, and extra fertile. If you can beat the hormones for a full year, and resist the urge to continue to breed, then you will be able to turn back into a man.”
Stephanie stood off to the side looking uneasy about the whole thing. One of her hands continued to unconsciously cup her abdomen. “I don’t trust him, Erica.”
Erica frowned. She didn’t trust Porter either. After all, he was the one who had done this to them in the first place.
But then, it wasn’t as though she had any other options. This was her one chance to become a man again. Erica looked down at her swollen form, so strange and distorted from the lean, athletic, masculine build she had had several months before. Her belly gave a visible heave, causing her to scrunch up her face and shudder.
“Fine,” Erica whispered. She held out her hand.
Porter walked to the kitchen then opened the fridge before returning a moment later with a thin vial filled with a translucent scarlet fluid.
Erica regarded it for just a moment before lifting it to her lips and downing it in one gulp.
As she felt the fluid hit her stomach, her whole body seemed to grow warmer. Her breasts tingled and her nipples began to distend, pushing out visibly in the dress as she panted quietly. The nubs tingled and burned, then she felt something spilling forth—fluid. Milk seeped and created growing patches of moisture in her dress. It was a sign of what was to come. Erica drew a deep breath and hoped she had made the right decision.
