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Turned IV
🕑 Added 2020-06-30 03:05:14 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for varvi.
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“Four months,” said Erica blankly. He was a woman. He was pregnant. He was a she. And she was completely fucked.
“Four months?” said the unidentified woman. “Things are only getting started. Everything progresses fast from here. At least you’re probably over the morning sickness?”
“Yeah…” was all that Erica could manage.
“Now just to deal with the weight gain in your belly, boobs, and ass.”
“Oh, that’s already starting,” Stephanie piped in.
The woman laughed. “Oh, you’ll do great.”
“Thanks,” said Stephanie pleasantly.
“Thanks,” echoed Erica weakly.
Erica was numb and silent for the whole car ride back to Stephanie’s apartment, but by the time they walked through the door, she could feel herself truly freaking out. “I’m—pregnant,” she blurted. “I’m a woman, and I’m—pregnant.”
“Yes,” Stephanie agreed levelly. She wearily plopped down on the couch.
“What the hell am I going to do!?” said Erica, dragging back her irritatingly long, thick, hair. She paced, no long caring about the awkwardness of the dress, feeling it sink down farther, tits and cleavage bulging against the incredibly low neckline. “My tits are huge. I have fucking claws.” She brandished her acrylic nails. “I’m pregnant. It’s only going to get worse. And what the fuck am I supposed to do with all this fucking hair?” She spat a clump from her mouth, and went back to irritably swiping tendrils away from her face.
“Erica, you have to try to calm down,” said Stephanie. “All this stress can’t be good for the baby.”
Baby. There was a baby. Erica continued to pace.
“Look.”
Erica blinked up to notice that Stephanie was now standing right in front of her. Stephanie reached down to hold her hands.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” said Stephanie. “I promise. I mean, look how well everything turned out for me.”
That was true. Stephanie did seem to have a decent and enjoyable life. She seemed to fully embrace the idea of being a woman. And more importantly, Stephanie was happy.
“Has it really been all that bad?”
“No…” Erica admitted uneasily. It hadn’t been bad at all, if she was really being honest with herself. Being a woman was certainly different, but it wasn’t, by any means, terrible.
“There’s no turning back, Erica.”
Erica gulped. “I guess you’re right,” she said quietly.
“Do you feel a little better?”
Erica nodded. “I do,” she confessed.
“It’s late. We’re tired. Why don’t we get some rest? Things will be brighter in the morning.”
After that, Stephanie retired to her bedroom, and Erica took the large and fluffy couch. She couldn’t manage to fall asleep, and soon took to web surfing on Stephanie’s laptop.
She found herself browsing online maternity stores before she really thought about it. Erica went from simply ogling the pictures of women in varying stages of pregnancy, to actually clicking on a few outfits and making some orders. Some of the outfits were actually kind of nice. Getting carried away, Erica went makeup shopping as well, choosing some of the shades she thought would really complement her face, and even ordering some of the brands that Stephanie had used on her the previous day.
By sunrise, Erica was exhausted, but she still wanted to get up and wash off all the scents of sweat and alcohol from the previous day. Erica padded her way into Stephanie’s large, pristine bathroom.
Washing her hair was a surprisingly luxurious experience. Stephanie had a large variety of sweetly-scented shampoos and Erica was continually astonished by how soft her hair was now. She took a moment to appreciate the sensation of it cascading down her back.
Her hands traveled to her breasts, which were still a source of anxiety for her, between their newness and sensitivity. They really were large for a person of her frame. Yet so high and perky. She suspected they had only gotten larger since she had first discovered them on her chest. Her friend Samuel, a self-professed boob-expert, had said there were DDs. So what were they now? E-cups? Erica gulped. They were round. Really round. But still soft and hefty, nipples erect more often than not. Which in itself was distracting. Erica grazed the pink buds with her fingers, and released a sharp gasp, body shuddering.
There was a light knocking on the door. “Breakfast is ready!” Stephanie called.
Erica almost rolled her eyes. Stephanie mothered her in a lot of ways.
Turning off the shower, she climbed out and toweled herself dry. A glance at the full-length mirror gave her pause.
She really did have a bump. It was a rounded, noticeable mass. She turned slightly, surprised by how plump her backside was. This female body was close to perfect. Erica wondered if what had started off as a curse could actually be a blessing of sorts.
