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SRU: Nine Days By Robyn How it All Began "It's horrible," I stuttered, leaning on the counter. "All these years Mary and I have been looking forward to kids. And now she drops this bomb on me. I don't know if I can take it." The old man behind the counter peered at me behind his glasses. He had been trying to close the store when I burst in on him. Bless his soul, he had listened to me for over an hour. The mall was dark now as little men in janitor suits moved their brooms back and forth across the floor. "I don't know what to tell you, Tom. Sometimes women change their minds about such things." "But I'd been looking forward to it for so long...so long... I've always dreamed of holding my little baby in my arms. I've always wanted to be as good a parent as my mom and dad were." "I know...Tom...I know..." "I just don't know what to do..." The old man's eyes lit up and he chuckled. "You know, Tom. I have just the thing for your little problem. Just the thing indeed." He reached under the counter and pulled a two small matchbook boxes out. "These are sure to solve your problem for you." "What is it..."I stammered. "It's magic..." he whispered and then laughed. "It's a simple formula for romance and all that goes with it. All you gotta do is pour the contents of one of these boxes in a glass of wine for you and the other box in a glass of wine for her. Then, relax and enjoy the evening. Guaranteed, in less than two weeks you will have your little bundle of joy." "Really!" I yelled, excited. "Just a few little...uh...warnings...." "Of course," I growled, slumping back onto the counter. "Make sure you want your bundle of joy because once it comes there ain't no goin' back. Be prepared for some major cravings. They can be really strong, and really strange. And...oh...I hope you?re prepared for parenthood now because it?s going to come on you fast." "That?s great," I pressed. "Any more..." "Uhh...be sure you?re together for awhile after you take this. That could solve some problems later for you. And you won?t have to worry about labor pains. This little drug will solve that one for you too." "How much is it..." I wondered, ignoring his warnings. "Well, Tom, since you have assured me that I can be a good counselor after all, I might just part with them for free provided you mention this store to your friends." "It's a deal! Gee, thanks mister. Thanks for everything tonight..." "It is really no problem. I'm always so thankful to help out someone in need..." I couldn't see his face as he moved back from behind the counter deeper in his store. I grabbed the boxes and tore out of the store, determined to make a baby sometime tonight. * * * * * * * * * * * * Romance needs quite a bit of preparation before everything is perfect. It took a few days to make all the preparations for the big night. The bouquet of roses, the intimate dinner, the candlelight, everything had to be just right on this night. After all, this was the night of conception. This was the night I would forever remember when we conceived our adorable children and forever became a family. Mary had been working late lately so preparation went easier than I anticipated. Just before she came home, I poured our glasses of wine and carefully sifted the contents of the boxes into them. I half expected a magical glow or a bang or something out of Hollywood that would signify that magic had taken place. But nothing happened. The contents dissolved into the wine just as sugar in water. Just as I was finishing preparing her glass, Mary walked in the door. "What is all this," she said in her surprised but pleased tone of voice. "What occasion am I privy to?" "No occasion, my love," I said, putting the glass down by her plate. "This is to show you just how much I love you." "Oh! You are so sweet!!" "Sit down my love, and relax." Mary sat and I served up our meal. "You cooked and everything! Tom, this must be a special occasion!" "Nothing special," I said, lovingly. "Nothing special here but you." Then I raised my glass and held it up. "To the most beautiful, attractive, and most loving wife a man could ever want. To the many years to come."We clinked glasses and drank our wine. The liquid tingled my tongue like no wine had before. I took another swallow and another and another. I could see that Mary was enjoying the same sensation. Only her eyes were closed. When the wine was gone, I continued raising the glass for the tingle had not stopped. Then, when my tongue had had enough, I set the glass down. The wine was gone from it, but I could see a little pink color running down the sides of the glass. Mary had emptied her glass too, only the color running down her glass was blue. Then it happened, something strange that would forever change our lives. Mary and I looked at each other, deep at each other, and the walls fell down between us. Suddenly we were on the table, food scattered everywhere, arms wrapped around each other as we fought to remain connected in our lustful embrace. Life was a blur from there. Our clothes fell off like rain. We managed to climb over the table, through the hall, and into our bedroom before anything more than petting occurred. We were naked before we reached our bedroom, our hands making circles on each other?s bodies. Finally we managed to lie down together. Then things began to slow down. Looking back, it was almost as if we were experiencing them from inside the lens of a slow motion camera. Our eyes met and remained together as we lay down on the bed. Mary lay down first, beckoning me inside. My erect manhood stood at attention as I slowly positioned myself over and into her waiting cunt. I closed my eyes, relishing her warmth as it held me. "I love you...," she whispered. "I know..." I moaned as I proceeded to pump into her. My penis felt so big and I relished the feeling, the soft moist feeling that always threw me over the edge. Tonight my sperm would no be thrust out in vain. Tonight, like it or not, we were going to begin the long haul to become parents. That thought invigorated me and my motion increased with intensity. Mary too could feel the change and began to become even more vocal. "Ooooo...Tom...I?ve wanted this for so long. Make us parents...Let?s make a baby now, Tom." My eyes shot open and stared at her face. How did she know? How did she know that parenthood was my ultimate goal here? Was she finally changing her mind about all of this? My eyes teared up and I continued to please her. " Now we are one," I thought. "Now we are one." Then something strange happened. I don?t exactly know how but suddenly things didn?t feel quite right. I took stock of the situation. My manhood was still buried in her pussy and she still seemed to be responding. My rhythm had not changed and we had not moved positions yet. But with every thrust, my penis penetrated less and less of her. It was as if something had inexplicably pushed me out of my lovers snatch. Something wasn?t right. Mary did not seem to notice and continued moaning and even increased her volume as the feeling persisted. Thrust....thrust...thrust...each thrust I felt brought my penis closer to the outer lips of my lovers snatch. I was sure she?d notice me falling out of her. It was one of her pet peeves. And it was mine too. But then, just when I expected to fall out and loose all feeling, something began pushing against me between us. It started small, just a bump where her clit should be. But then, as I continued to hump her, the bump grew larger and larger, harder and harder. My thighs became moist and hot as the bump continued to glide between them. Then, suddenly, it slipped into me as nothing should have slipped in before. I could actually feel hard flesh inside my body now. And it felt so good, so good to be filled. I began to rock up and down on the bump, up and down, pushing it ever deeper inside my body so that it touched even the deepest places. When I was fully impaled on it, I raised myself up again and the feelings increased all the more. Up and down, up and down, I bounced on this massive love rod. I moaned, a soft high feminine moan that didn?t sound quite right, but at this point I really did not care. The feeling penetrated every fiber of my body and I started to shiver and shake as the feeling continued. Up and down, in and out! Oh it felt so good, I didn?t ever want it to stop. I could feel my nipples...my nipples?!...get long and hard as they never had before. Two hands reached up and grabbed my chest, pinching my nipples between their fingers. I moaned even louder, speeding up my bouncing so much that even my nipples felt like they were bouncing. In and out...in and out...the bump grew even more within me. And then, just when I thought it could get no better. It did! The bump within me within me swelled in size as I bounced. A feeling like no other built within me. Growing with each bounce. Up and down...in and out...oh yes...oh yes...oh...no! Then it happened. The bump started squirming within me, squirting some a warm stream within my very being. A high squeal filled the room as I tried to release the tension within me, but the feeling subsided. I felt a hot liquid flowing down from between my thighs. I felt frustrated. I felt betrayed. But I knew I had to have more. I had to find relief. The rod that had granted that had already began to shrink back from within me. I would find a way to bring it up again. I had to have more... Frantically I stood up. My eyes still closed. I don?t know what would have happened if I had opened my eyes. Maybe I would have come to my senses. But my eyes remained closed. I stood up and knelt down at the food of the bed. With one hand, I felt around for the hot rod which had been my pleasure. The rod had already shrank to a quarter of its size before. I brought it up close to my face and smelled its musky ordor. It smelled so good...so different...I kissed the tip of it and moved my mouth over it. It seemed to like that and grew even more in my hand. I licked the tip of it, tasting the warm salty liquid. Something within me pulsed and a desire...no a need...overtook me. I opened and closed my mouth around it. The bump seemed to really like that and grew even more in my mouth. I moved up and down on it, in much the same way I had moved my body up and down on it. It tickled the back of my throat but never stopped growing. I could hear a low moan from somewhere above me and the noise excited me even more. I closed my lips around the rod, allowing them to feel every inch of flesh. It was so large, so large! Was it this big inside me? The moaning increased above me and the rod grew thick and long. I realized what was coming next if I didn?t detach myself and I still wanted satisfaction. I quickly released the rod from my mouth. Moving my crotch over it again, I lowered myself on it, pressing it in as far as it would go. I heard a low grunt below me and the feelings increased yet again. This time I welcomed the feelings as the hardness filled me. Its length seemed longer now, even than it had in my mouth, opening me too in ways I had never dreamed. I could feel a tickle outside myself pressing into my most sensitive spot. I began to bounce again, up and down, up and down. I could hear the bed squeaking from the force of it. Squeek...Squeek...The sound of it increased my pleasure. My nipples bounced too, this time more profoundly than before. The pressure mounted within me again, higher and higher, larger and larger, enveloping my entire body. This time I knew there was no going back. This time...oh shit...here it comes. "Ahhhh.....god.....Ahhh....," I screamed loudly. Muscles I never knew I had clamped down hard on the pleasure rod within me, sending me further into ecstasy. My eyes rolled back in my head as I screamed again. Pulse after pulse of pleasure filled me. The feeling began to pull back, but the rod was still large as I continued to bounce. Than the same feeling struck again, stronger this time. The muscles between my legs clamped down hard as I screamed, "Oh shit, I?m cumming again....Ahhh...." At last I felt the hot liquid pour into me as it had before. The rod within me spasming and squirting its precious cargo into my chambers. I stopped my bouncing and slumped down on the hairy chest beneath me. That would have been the end of the night, would have been, if my lover had not wished to continue. Rolling me off and onto my back, two lips closed around my nipple. The intensity of my orgasm shot up again. The lips began to suck on my chest, taking the nipple and the bit of flesh beneath in its mouth. If nothing had alerted me yet, this should have. For the lips seemed to be inches away from me. And yet an intense feeling was coming from them. My pleasure grew again, not from the depths, but from the heights from which I had been released before. I could never remember being this sexual, ever. Usually when I had had my fill, I rolled off Mary and said goodnight. And yet, here I was, begging for more. I whimpered and pressed my chest upward further into the mouth which suckled them. My other nipple was being squeezed ever so gently by two fingers. I moaned and felt myself getting even wetter. The building increased and I prayed that these lips would not give me release. The mouth continued, now accompanied by a hand gently caressing the soft skin around my nipple. I moaned again and pressed my pelvis forward. One hand left my chest and traveled down between my legs. The fingers paused a moment, teasing the short hair there, before pressing fully into my body. I squealed. The feeling was nothing like the rod was before. Yet it was pleasurable. And the more the fingers teased the more my pleasure grew. With a mouth gently sucking my nipple and a finger now moving in and out of me, my rhythm increased. Then the finger changed. Pulling out of me, it teased me, running itself around my most sensitive areas. I arched my back up to try to get more of it inside me again, but the finger was in control. God, I wanted it more now than ever before. Reaching around to find it, I encountered the pleasure rod from before. Taking it in my hand, I began stroking it. It was already pretty hard, but my ministrations made it even harder. I loved the feel of it. Loved the way the rough skin felt against my hand. And I loved...just loved...the way it felt inside of me. I turned toward my lover and whispered, "I want it again...inside of me..." Sitting up, he positioned himself between my open legs and pressed forward. At first I thought he would do what I had done. But this time, instead of pressing it into me, he teased me even more. At first the rod would brush me, just enough to gather some feeling, and then it pulled back again. It did this over and over again as the need for it increased exponentially. Finally it came to my entrance and pressed in, but instead of going all the way, it would enter me only to pull out again. The feeling was indescribable. I moaned and whimpered and whined, and arched my back as far up as it would go to get more of it in me. Then the lips lifted from my chest and a tongue lightly touched the nipple. My whole body shuttered. How could it do this to me. The feeling from before increased again and again, higher and higher, until I knew it was larger than before. At last it happened. The love rod dove into me and pressed. It was enough to send me into the largest of the forth orgasms I had had that night. My lower muscles clamped down hard on the rod as the mouth continued to suck on my nipples. This was too much. I screamed, high and loud for all to hear. The room trembled. I grabbed the back of the one above me, scratching at the skin with my fingernails. Large arms encircled me, pulling me toward a hairy chest. The mouth that was on my nipple before was now on my neck, sucking hard. I could feel my soft nipples pressing into this hairy chest as I continued to squeeze this love rod in orgasmic delight. "Oh...god...yes... Oh yes...oh yes..." I breathed over and over again. At last my lover reached his climax. Streams of hot liquid again flowed into me as the rod spasmed over and over again. This time I wrapped my legs around him, pushing and keeping the rod in me until every last drop was spent. Then, in exhaustion, I passed out... The First Day I awoke to the sound of the shower running. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. The room looked as it had before. Nothing out of the ordinary. Strange...What a strange dream I had had last night. I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. The outline of my wife?s curvaceous body in the shower made me smile. I whistled, a sweet attractive whistle. Mary laughed. "How did I know you were going to do that," she teased. "You know me, girl. Always predictable." "Oh yeah...right..." Mary sounded different today, almost gitty. She laughed. "I had the strangest dream last night. It was so...great...Wow! I?ve never had a dream like that before." "Really?" I wondered. "What was your dream like?" "I dreamed that somehow we had switched places." "Switched places...," I probed. "Yeah, you became me and I...I became you." "That?s funny..." "Yeah it was. It was really great too. I dreamed we made love like that." "Really...I had a dream like that too." "You did..." "Yeah, we made love all night." "Wow! We must have been in tune last night or something." "Maybe it was that was it...," I muttered. "In any case," Mary continued, shutting off the water. "Last night was wonderful, regardless of whether it was real or not. Are you going to take a shower," she said, stepping out of the tub. "I was just getting my clothes off now...," I replied, running my eyes up and down her gorgeous body. "You know you?re so gorgeous! We?re going to have gorgeous kids!" Mary smiled and blushed as she toweled off. Turning around, I noticed a number of scratches on her back. "What are those," I probed. "I don?t know," she replied, reaching back. "I just felt them this morning." "I don?t remember you having them before. They look like fingernail marks." "Where could I have gotten fingernail marks," Mary puzzled. "Hmmm...I don?t know. But I?ve gotta get to work..." I climbed in the shower and turned on the water. The events of last night went over and over again in my mind. What wonderful, mind-blowing sex it was. And if it was a dream, it felt...it FELT...so real. I could almost feel the hardness now... I ran my hands over my body. That?s strange...My chest and stomach had always been covered in hair. That was one of the things Mary was most attracted to. Now...strangely...a small patch of smooth skin had emerged from around my navel. "You know I seem to remember you clawing me last night in my dream," Mary interrupted my thoughts. "Do you think it could be that psycho- somatic stuff?" "What...where you dreams become real...I don?t believe in that kind of stuff." The bald spot on my stomach bothered me even more now. "Me neither...but still...," Mary continued. "Naa...you probably just picked them up somewhere." "Yeah, probably..." I got out of the shower and toweled off. My little bald spot was probably just old age or something. Nothing to worry about. The rest of the day went good...no I take that back...the rest of the day went exceptionally well. After my shower, my energy skyrocketed. I got more done at work that day than I had ever before. Life was great. And the dream from the night before was still running through my mind. At home I was welcomed by disturbing news. "I?ve gotta go to Philadelphia," Mary said. "I don?t think I?ll be back till the third." "But that?s ten days from now...," I pleaded. "Isn?t there something you can do here. I mean..." "I?m sorry, but I?ve gotta take this trip." "Alright," I moped. That night we cuddled together as we watched television. I had never been a fan of much television before, seeing it was all girl or all guy stuff. But now I found myself enthralled in it. The people on the tube really caught my attention and feelings. How could he treat her like that? Laying in Mary?s arms, I felt at peace and at home. We drifted off to sleep that way, just as images of last night floated back to me. The Second Day I awoke sick and miserable. Last night at around midnight my stomach had begun to churn and bubble. I grabbed it and ran fast to the bathroom where I proceeded to barf up everything I had ever eaten. I spent the rest of the night sprawled out on the floor, one arm draped over the toilet for support. Mary came in at six or so. "You still here...,"she said, moving me aside so she could relieve herself. "Uhh....," I groaned. "I?ve been here all night. Where did you think I would be..." "Oh...,"she sighed. "I hope you get better. I?m so sorry I can?t stay here to take care of you." "Oh..," I groaned. "I?ve never felt this bad before. What?s come over me?" "It?s probably the flu," Mary reasoned. "Just get lots of rest and drink lots of fluids. I?ll call you later when I arrive to check up on you." "Mary...I love you..." "I love you too," she cooed, reassuringly. "Now get back into bed. I?ll bring the bedpan over to you and you can stay there until you feel strong enough to get up. I?ll even put aside some liquids for you before I leave." I crawled my way back to bed and cuddled up. Chills ran down my spine at first and then hot flashes ceased me. I found I couldn?t get comfortable. Mary came in carrying a glass of juice and the bedpan. "Now, just get lots of sleep. I?m sorry I have to go..." "Just get out of here...,"I growled. "Leave me alone..." "I called your work and told them you were sick. I?m sorry I can?t stay ...I... guess I?ll...See you in ten days or so...," she offered as she walked out the door, grabbed her keys, and left for Philadelphia. I just lay there in agony. The whole world seemed to be spinning. Nausea overtook me. I moved my hand down to my stomach. The little bald spot felt like it had grown. The hair around my navel...and the rest of my stomach...was gone. Smooth skin had replaced what had once been covered in course hair. Strange...I thought... My stomach also felt harder than it had before. That must be from this damn flu, I thought to myself. Sighing, I turned to my side and tried to sleep the rest of the day away. The Third Day I will not go into how many times I woke up and vomited that second day. Needless to say, I had never been as sick as I was then. Never...ever... I woke up feeling better...not much better...but better. I decided to brave the day and head to work. An early morning vomiting spell made me later than I anticipated so I was unable to shower before leaving as I often do. At lunch, I found myself in the bathroom once again, vomiting the little food that I had eaten. This was ridiculous. I knew I should probably be home still in bed, but circumstances had arisen before sapping my sick days. I knew I had to be at work today or be fired! In the bathroom at the toilet, I took stock of myself again. The hair on my stomach was completely gone. There was only sparse hair on my chest. The same smooth, soft skin had replaced my course hair. My stomach was harder too and seemed to stick out now from my pants. Nothing noticeable to others of course, but still annoying in its own right. I could almost hold my stomach in my hands now. Strange... My boss called me over and told me to take the day off. "In fact," he said. "Why don?t you take the rest of the week off too. Get some rest, relax. Maybe even go someplace with that wife of yours." "Mary," I laughed. "Mary?s in Philadelphia now..." "Whatever," he replied. "Just get some rest. I don?t want to have to send the janitor in that bathroom anymore to clean up your mess." "But...sir..." "Don?t worry about that... I won?t fire you. Just get well for us, right?" "Right, boss...," I grabbed my things and headed home. When I got home there was a message from Mary. "I?m glad you?re feeling better," it said. "I?m staying at the Hystoria. Talk to you soon..." I sighed before I collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. I wish Mary was here. She?d know what to do about this...mess! The Fourth Day I awoke refreshed, relaxed, and energized. The difference astounded me. I expected to get better soon...but to feel this good now it was unbelievable. I decided though to stay home as my boss had suggested. There were so many things I could still do here after all. I began my day, bright and early at 8 AM with a brisk shower. In the shower, I looked myself over again. My stomach was now harder than ever and I was beginning to show. It stuck out in front of me a bit, making me look like some strange pregnant man in the mirror. Me pregnant...yeah right!? The hair on my chest and stomach were completely gone. The soft, smooth skin on my stomach was beginning to bulge and stretch. Something was wrong with me and I had to see a doctor soon. After my shower, I called my local clinic. The nurse answered the phone. "How can I help you," she called sweetly. "I?d like to schedule an appointment with Dr. Franz. When will he be in?" "Dr. Franz is on vacation till the end of next week. Can I schedule you then?" "Well...I...alright. I guess this can wait till then." "Great..." I gave my information to the nurse and hung up the phone. The end of next week! That was about the time Mary was to be getting back. I?m sure nothing more will happen! At least...I hoped. I took to cleaning the house afterward. I wanted to surprise Mary with a clean house. At least that is what I told myself as I meticulously dusted, swept, moped, and vacuumed up things I had never touched before. At noon or so, my stomach started growling. The pizza coupons sat on the counter and my mouth started watering. I got the incredible urge for a pizza, one with all the toppings even anchovies. The voice on the other line told me it would arrive in forty-five minutes. Those minutes were the longest I could ever remember. When a knock came at the door with the call, "Pizza Delivery," I rushed off my feet to greet it. The pizza smelled so good through the box. I couldn?t wait to dig into it. I stared at the box as he put it on the table. Frantically I opened it and grabbed a piece. A man cleared his throat next to me. "That will be fourteen-fifty sir," the deep voice boomed. I tore my eyes away from the pizza to stare at its handsome delivery man. The man stood six foot two with large muscular arms. I almost forgot about the pizza. As I took this hunk in, I couldn?t help but stare at his crotch. Something else began to stir within me. A hunger...a need...a desire...a... "Excuse me, sir. That will be fourteen-fifty..." The deep voice tore me from my obsession. I quickly grabbed my wallet and handed him a twenty. "Keep the change," I muttered as I continued to look him up and down. He paused before he left and closed the door behind him. The room suddenly got warm and I found myself fanning myself off. Suddenly the pizza came to mind again. I quickly grabbed a slice and sat down to eat. By the end of the evening, I had eaten the entire pizza and was still hungry. By the end of that night I ate an apple, an orange, some peanuts, and a host of other snack items. The hunger that had left me when I had gotten ill had returned stronger than ever. I fell asleep that night with a bag of chips by the bed as I propped myself up watching television. The Fifth Day I awoke to a sharp stab in my side. I sat up and looked about. Nothing was around me that could have made that stab. Then it came again. I looked down at my round, smooth stomach. The stabbing was coming from there. Images of Alien and other horror movies rushed in my head as I again felt, and saw, something hit my stomach from the inside. Something strange going on here, I muttered. What could it be? My stomach had grown during the night. Now it took on a round shape, a hard round shape, and hung directly above my pubic bone. It was still small and round, but it had definitely taken shape during the night. I pulled myself up out of bed and waddled to the bathroom. The large bulge of my stomach threw me off balance a bit and I found myself supporting my back with one hand. As I walked, a mess of hair tickled the back of my neck. That?s strange...I had just had a haircut. Before the mirror I could see it better. My hair too had begun to change. It was longer now, almost to my shoulders. Brushed back I could almost pass as a girl...almost..that is except for the breasts and other equipment. My face was soft and round too. Yes, the hair expunging disease had traveled there too. My face should have been covered in stubble...stubble which probably by now would be turning into a healthy beard. Nothing? My face was smooth, soft, and now that I look at it closer, a bit more round. That?s strange. With this face, that hair, and this stomach I easily pass for a girl! If I ever wanted to do that that is... I decided to call Mary about my dilemma. Picking up the phone, I quickly dialed her number. The operator patched me through to her room and a deep tenor voice answered the phone. "Who...Who is this...," I stuttered. "Who are you looking for, madam?" the voice answered. "I am not a madam and I am looking for Mary. This was suppose to be her room." "This is Mary," the voice answered back on the other side. "Tom, is that you?" "Mary??" I stuttered. "You sound so different. What happened to you..." "What happened to you? Are you feeling better??" "Much better," I replied. "I miss you...," I cooed. "I miss you too. You wouldn?t believe what is happening here. I?ll have to tell you about it sometime. If everything goes as I think it?s going to go ...you might be picking up a very different person from the airport next week." "Your job went that good," I cheered. "That?s great!" "Listen, I don?t think we should take up too much time on the phone, this being the busy time and all. But we?ve definitely gotta talk! I?ll call you tomorrow night. I should have a break sometime during the night. Just be at home, okay?" "Alright...I ...oh! It kicked me again!" "What kicked you?" "Oh nothing...nothing...I love you, Mary..." "I love you too." I hung up the phone and laid back on the bed. My large, round tummy rose above my abdomen. Something wasn?t right, I thought. I really need to see a doctor! Picking up the phone, I quickly dialed Dr. Franz?s number. The operator answered the phone. "I?m sorry but Dr. Franz has left this office and taken his practice elsewhere. Can I give you his number?" "But...but...I had an appointment with him next week!" "I?m sorry madam. He will not be taking any more appointments from this office!" "Stop calling me madam, alright!?" I screamed as I hung up the phone. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I began to cry. This little incident shouldn?t have bothered me and probably wouldn?t have bothered me before, but with this stupid illness or whatever it was plaguing me this week I found myself in the throws of a crying spell. I lay down sobbing for what seemed to be hours until the growling of my stomach forced me to find food. I got up and quickly made my way to the refrigerator. The empty pizza box reminded me of last night?s thoughts and urges. The pizza delivery guy. He had been so...adorable. So strong and handsome. Something inside me yearned for him, to feel him around me. To feel his thick... The refrigerator kicked me out of my fantasy. I shook my head and quickly found my snack plates. In the course of a few days I had almost emptied the refrigerator. Unless I got something more from the store tomorrow I would surely starve. I grabbed the little food I could find and made my way in front of the television. There I sat...and sat...and sat. As I ate...and ate...and ate. I never was this hungry. The empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. I munched on snacks and fruits and vegetables till just moments before I dozed off asleep. The Sixth Day I was awaken again by the small kick from my belly, this time in the late afternoon. I had gotten use to the kicks by now. They had happened throughout the night. It still did not make sleeping any easier. Though I was surprised that I had slept so long. Taking my boss? firm advice, I did not even call in sick to work today. Pulling myself up, I leaned against the backboard and turned on the television. My stomach had indeed grown some during the night again. My skin felt taunt over my hard belly. For the first time, I felt pregnant. I had often wondered how pregnant women felt. Maybe this was it. Still, I was afraid to see a doctor. What would they say? Did I have that psychosomatic disorder? Did I want to be a parent so bad that I had made my body pretend as though it was pregnant? Eventually my bladder forced me to the bathroom. The mirror there revealed the same person as yesterday only prettier. The face was now well rounded and quite plump. The lips were...how could you say...cute! The hair now hung to the back of my neck. Posing sideways in the mirror, I looked like a woman. A pregnant woman at that. Or at least a pregnant women with no chest. I stood to urinate. That was the only reassurance that I was not becoming a woman. Psychosomatics or no psychosomatics. My penis had remained the same. And had even increased in size a little if I may say so myself. If I was going to have a baby, it would not be "natural childbirth." At least not now! I had lost all the hair that had once occupied my body, though. Only the hair around my groin, under my arms, and on my head remained. All the rest of it had disappeared, replaced by that soft skin crap. I waddled...yes now I was waddling...to the refrigerator to find something to calm my stomach. Opening the doors, I remembered what I had discovered from the night before. There was NOTHING to eat now. And now I would be sadly forced to the grocery store...unless...I looked over to the pizza box on the counter. A large paper sat on top with a list of coupons attached. That?s it, I thought! Quickly I grabbed the phone and dialed the number. "I would like to order three large pizzas with everything on it, two orders of bread sticks, and two large Sprites." "Would that be it, madam?" "Yes..."I growled. "That will be fifty-four thirty. Someone will be there shortly with your order." I put down the phone and rushed to the bedroom. Another hunger had overtaken me now, this one not centered in my stomach. I hungered and yearned for it. I could feel it now, in my hand, in my mouth, between my thighs...ooooo.... I rummaged through Mary?s clothes trying to find something that was somewhat appealing. Nothing fit me...surprise!...and I found myself struggling into a nice pink sweater. "Oh well..." I said aloud. "At least he won?t see I don?t have a chest!" Dressed and ready I headed over for the door to wait. Soon the doorbell rang and I answered it. The same man held the pizzas out. "Come in," I said as seductively as I could. The man walked in and put the pizzas down as before. Once they were out of his hand, I quickly pushed him to the door and began fumbling with his belt. I had never done this before...but something inside me told me that that was unimportant. What was important was that I get what I had been craving. That was important for me...and for the baby... Once his belt was undone, I unbuckled his pants. He stood there panting from excitement as I pulled out his cock. It had already begun to stiffen and harden and stand at attention. I kneeled at his feet and took the entire thing in my mouth until the head pushed back into my throat. Then I bobbed up and down, slowly at first but keeping a rhythm, until I could see how excited he was becoming. The cock inside my mouth began to leak out a sweet, salty liquid and I quickly swallowed what I could, keeping my rhythm up as I did. The feeling of flesh between my lips drove me wild. I could feel my own erection pushing out from my pants. I just hoped he didn?t notice it. To him, I hoped that I was a poor, abused, pregnant wife yearning for some cock to suck. His breathing increased and I started quickening my pace. In and out of my mouth I took it. In and out...my tongue danced around it, licking and sucking every inch of flesh. I reached my hands back and held his balls, rolling them between my fingers gently but firmly. His breathing increased more and I knew that he was close to coming. I too was close, though not from any ministrations I had done. Just then, the phone rang. The man looked down at me, begging me not to stop. I let it ring and ring and ring. When the answering machine picked up, the called had hung up. No surprise there! Probably just some prank. I continued bobbing up and down on my lover?s warm cock. Up and down, in and out of my mouth. It all tasted so good. So good. At last a deep groan emerged from the man above me. Streams of thick cum rushed down my throat. I closed my mouth hard around his cock, letting none of the fluid escape. At the same time, I too came in my pants. As the fluid subsided, I sucked on the rod, making sure that none had escaped me. And then, with a pop, I let it go out of my mouth. I wiped the semen off of my face and licked my hands clean. The man let out a groan. "The pizza?s on me...madam...," he stammered. "Goodday..." Buckling his pants, he quickly exited the room. I really didn?t care at that point. There was still semen on my fingers. And the hunger would not subside until every last drop of it found its way into my stomach. The Seventh Day A new sensation woke me from my slumber today. My nipples which I had never noticed before were beginning to tingle and ache. They seemed to have grown a bit in the night, the outer auroras now the size of a quarter or so and the nipples themselves were rock hard. I touched them tenderly and felt a surge of feeling. That?s new, I thought, as I rolled myself out of bed and took in the rest of the day. The cravings from the night before were gone, thankfully, and the exhaustion that had haunted me throughout the last few days had left as well. Now I had only my large belly to contend with. Waddling to the bathroom, I stood again at the urinal. The same penis greeted me again. As long as he stared up at me, I knew that womanhood was far away. Even if the rest of my body disagreed with me. I decided to take a chance and go out in public. Since everyone assumed I was female anyway, I would probably have no problem disguising myself as one. I chose the outfit I wore last night, grabbed my wallet, and headed out the door for the grocery store. The mall was on the way to the store so I decided to stop there instead. Waddling around, I noticed the smiles and fingers pointed at me. I must really look like I?m pregnant I thought to myself. In the mall too was a maternity store which I decided to take a crack at. Walking in, I found a number of cute outfits and dresses that fit more comfortably than the tighter outfit I was wearing. Heading for the dressing room, a saleswoman stopped me. She was large and black, with big breasts and a large round face that made her look like everyone?s mother. "Is this your first child?" she pressed. I touched my stomach. "Yes it is...," I cooed. I hope I was not being too fake. "Honey," she said, shaking herself. "You?re going to need a bigger bra soon too. And some panties. Do you have that in that pile of yours?" "Uh...no..." "Well, come here child. Let?s get you fixed up." She handed me a 36C bra and a pair of maternity panties. "Now try these on and don?t worry if they don?t fit. You?ll soon be sporting a pair like these soon girl anyway." I took the clothes into the dressing room and shut the door. At first I ignored what the woman had said, especially about the bra and panties, and tried on the rest of my clothes. The pants fit much more comfortably than the ones I had worn and the shirt covered up my extended belly. As I turned around, I could feel my nipples hardening more. I took the shirt off and peered closely at them in the mirror. They had grown again even from this morning. The auroras were now the size of half-dollars and the nipples were an inch long at least. I pinched one of them and yelped in surprise as strong sexual energy pierced my body. I took both of them in my fingers and rolled them around, closing my eyes as I felt a feeling like no other fill my body. I moaned a soft moan. "What?s going on in there, girl," the saleswoman remarked. "You sound like you?re having too much fun with that bra." I let go of my nipples and stared at my chest. The nipples stuck out further from my chest than they had before and I could see now closely a soft flesh gathering beneath them. The excellerated growth stopped a moment later and I was stuck with two small, teenage titties stuck to my chest. I quickly removed the clothes and left the dressing room. "I?ll take it...all of it...," I said as I pressed my credit card in her hand. She smiled and rang me up. As quickly as I could, I ran out of the store. On the way home, I stopped at a corner market and grabbed four days worth of food. I did not want to go to the grocery store yet. The incident at the maternity store had startled me...and made me curious. I was curious to see if I could actually watch this transformation progress any further. If I can?t beat it...I might as well enjoy it. I rushed home and into the bathroom. I tore off my shirt and peered at my chest. The dressing room had not lied. There on my chest sat two small but very female breasts. They had not grown any more since I saw them last. Taking them in my hands, I gently coursed my chest. My nipples rose to the occasion, a whole inch off my chest, as I continued to touch myself. Then, suddenly, it began again. The nipples increased in size even as I touched them. Fat accumulated beneath them and began to push out from my chest. Their shape became round and firm. Soon I began to hold the entire breast in my hand as I moved my fingers back and forth across the nipple. The growth continued. Now they were easily B cup breasts and still growing. The feelings from the increased even as they grew. It took everything I had in me to stop closing my eyes. I moaned and whined. I began to move one hand over them while the other hand went for my crotch. I was hard, harder than ever. Thrusting my hand in my pants, I held my crotch while my other hand firmly massaged my breasts. I could feel my excitement rise...and rise...until...ahhh...My penis jumped up and down in my pants and my nipples tingled. The feeling that passed was stronger than ever. It was not centered in my crotch as it would be before. Instead the feeling traveled throughout my body, igniting every fiber of my being. I looked at the mirror and smiled. My chest had stopped growing in the middle of my orgasm and just as predicted, they were a perfect 36C cup. I sighed and lay down carefully on the bed. What could I do now? This was definitely weirder than any psychosomatic that I had ever seen. Maybe the old man in the mall would know something about this. After all, he was the one who sold me it... Such thoughts ran through my mind as I cuddled up in bed and fell asleep. The Eighth Day I slept almost twenty hours that night, awakening at six the following morning. The large breasts on my chest and the large bulge in my stomach reminded me in no uncertain terms of my situation here. Thoughts of last night and the night before both flooded back into my mind. I had to go see that old man in the mall... Driving today was my biggest difficulty. My stomach had grown so much that standing up straight was not an option. That did not bother me, but the placement of the steering wheel had now begun to cause a bit of trouble for my round belly. I moved the seat back and leaned as far forward as I could. How did pregnant women survive? Was it this bad? I got to the mall and waddled around for awhile. The store I had visited was nowhere to be seen. Strange! It had only been a few days since Mary had left, only a few days since that wild night. It had only been a few days...but yet the space that had once housed the store was empty. Where could he have gone to? I spent the rest of the day walking around the mall, pausing in places, and walking around some more. Something that the old man said haunted me. He had told me some very cryptic things to be wary of. What were they again?? Well, first he had said there was no goin? back. What did he mean by that? And then he said...he said...oh yeah! He said there would be strange cravings. He got that right...I wonder if he knew of that one...and then he said ?You?d better be prepared because it?s going to come on you fast.? What day was that...That was on Saturday, nearly eight days ago...eight days! And I look and feel eight months pregnant. Could it be? Could it be? Everything around pointed to the fact. Perhaps Mary was right. Perhaps somehow, magically or otherwise, I and Mary were switching places, or sexes to be exact. I had thought this was all in my head, maybe it was real. But if it was real, why would I still have my penis? Determined to figure this all out, I headed home. Last time my breasts grew with stimulation. Maybe if I touch myself again, I will either wake up or change some more. Wouldn?t that be fun! To see the change from penis to vagina. I had only read about that in those strange TG stories, but to actually see it happen to me, that would be something! I sat on the couch, surrounded by pillows to cushion my back, and began to touch myself again. The same feelings emerged, both from my chest and from my penis. I took turns, coursing my chest and stroking myself, but nothing happened. I increased my intensity, even groping at myself, but this time the feelings too diminished. At last I had to admit defeat. I slumped on the couch and looked down at myself. There was no way a baby would be coming out that penis of mine. No way in hell! Everything else might be set for a baby, but if it didn?t get its act together, we?re going to have serious hell to pay! The Ninth Day I was awaken by a tightening in my stomach. Great, I thought, I?m going into labor. The tightening was pretty intense and I had to take a number of deep calming breaths before it finally subsided. My stomach now was at the a peck of its growth. It was not going to grow any more. My breasts were covered in a milky clear liquid that I could only guess was breast milk. Everything in my body seemed to be ready for childbirth, everything but the penis. My penis still sat between my legs as before. Occasionally brushing this way or that. The testicles that I had grown up with still firmly attached. I prayed that something gross was not about to happen. The tightening of my stomach increased again and I began to breathe, slowly and deeply, like I had seen in childbirth movies. The tightening continued longer this time, longer. My breathing got heavier and heavier. Then, the tightening turned into something else. Down in my groin, I could feel a tightening spreading. A tingling feeling moved through the entire area. My nipples got rock hard and a very sexual feeling filled my entire body. I looked down and saw my penis, rock hard, beginning to retract into my body. At last...the day had arrived. As it began to retract, a orgasmic feeling penetrated my body. I cried out in a loud voice as every pleasure center was filled with feeling. I watched my penis continue to retract, the scrotum now empty of its inhabitants pulled into my body. The feeling increased and I started screaming. "Oh...god...oh...god...oh...yes...oh...yes..." Finally the new opening to my womb began to show as the last visages of my penis shrank under a fold of skin. I screamed loudly this time as I every fiber of my being lit up in womanhood. I heard the door crash open and a group of men walk into the room. My legs were up now and a faint squishing sound could be heard under my screams. I screamed even more, "Oh god...yes...yes...yes ...yes...YES..." At last the feelings began to subside just as I heard outside me the cry of a newborn infant. The Eleventh Day Mary arrived home today...happy and joyous. We didn?t even recognize each other in the airport. He was wearing a leather jacket and some hot jeans. I was still in my maternity clothes, though I had decided on a dress for this occasion. Mary was so surprised when he saw his daughter. "She looks just like you," he said as we hugged. "She is so precious, "I cried as we embraced. "I?m so glad we decided to have a family. Whatever happened to you this week..." "You will never believe me if I told you," he grinned. "Oh try me...just try me...," I pressed. "It?s nothing. We?ll talk later." "I love you so much," I cooed. Mary smiled, his deep voice ringing. "I love you too..." The End??