Megs New Career and First Business Trip
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"The Business Trip"
Author's note: I'm still rummaging through my old drafts folder. There
are dozens of old stories I haven't submitted. The quality varies but I
should probably start sending some in to see the light of day. Hope you
enjoy, -Kim
My wife had been hounding me about having a baby. She was ready. Her
clock was ticking. Her parents were older and filthy rich and wanted to
be able to spoil a grandchild. All this stuff, but I was having none of
it. I liked how things were. A baby changes everything. How little I
knew how true that was.?
My wife was about to head out on a business trip and I was looking
forward to a weekend of being a bachelor. Fast food, sports games, maybe
have the guys over for a beer or too many. I could hear her muttering
things from the other room, she often talked to herself and sometimes
said things she thought I was listening to, but I had learned to tune
her out, because she would just repeat the important stuff anyhow. ?
I knew that her parents were coming over to drive her to the airport. I
didn't care, saved me a trip and back. They would be here in 20 minutes
or so.? See? I did listen sometimes. Then I became aware that the
muttering had stopped. An eerie silence hung over our house, even the
television seemed muted. ?
Something terribly wrong was about to happen.?
As I sat there on the sofa in my sweatpants and tee shirt I began to
feel an odd sort of electric charge in the air. Like in an area where a
bolt of lightning is about to hit. It got so bad all the hairs on my
arms raised up, and I noticed that Trish had begun to moan in the other
room. ?
Suddenly I didn't feel so good myself. Sick to my stomach mostly, but
not in a way I'd ever felt before. I didn't need to use the bathroom,
and I wasn't going to puke, at least not right away. There were just
these odd pains and movements, like somebody was tying my guts in knots.
Disturbing noises filled the room, gurgling and bubbling and I just sat
there not knowing what to do. Then something happened that put me in a
panic.?
My dick disappeared. And my boys too. All in one horrible motion, they
shriveled up and got sucked inside. One minute there is my comforting
bulge in my drawers and the next, nothing. I shrieked. I cried out, "Oh
my God, oh my God!" I grasped at the nothingness and as I did so felt it
turning into a different something, an inward something complete with
lips and folds and I thought I was losing my mind.?
Everything was gone. My wife groaned from the other room, but I barely
heard her. I had just been castrated, no, worse, I'd been feminized.
Already the skin on my thighs and lower belly was smoother as all the
hair receded. My hips wobbled back and forth underneath me as they
spread wider and a layer of fat pumped into them. My ass felt bigger as
my waist slimmed down, that old spare tire I was carrying around
vanished in seconds.?
The bones in my legs creaked as they shrank, decreasing my height
rapidly. Cramps riddled the muscles there and my sweat pants looked
ridiculously over-sized. It was about this time that hair began to
tickle my ears and neck. I reached up and grabbed handfuls of the stuff
as it poured down, with a slight curl, soon it was long enough pull in
front of my face, and I saw I'd gone blond. My face was alive with
twitches and tucks and I felt my cheek bones redefine themselves and my
jaw slim down. My nose and ears were smaller too, most of my face had
become more delicate, the only thing that grew was my lower lip, now
plump and supple.?
The muscles in my arms and chest evaporated causing my tee shirt to
cover me like bed linen. Yet things began to press out against the
fabric and by this I mean breasts. Boobs, tits, cans, you name it, I had
them and they were only getting bigger and more prominent with every
passing second. They felt so alien, the soft heavy flesh, warm and
tingling, surging into existence, rising and falling with every panicked
breath I took. My shoulders narrowed and my areolas doubled in size. I
had become a complete woman.?
"Gah!" I managed to say, as I cupped my modest sized tits in my tiny
palms. I still hadn't got my shapely ass off the couch. I heard
footsteps. Heavy, strong steps. Unfamiliar steps.?
Into the room walked a man I had never met, yet one that seemed
strangely familiar. I had to fight off the laughter seeing as he was
wearing the mostly ruined remains of a woman's outfit, blouse exploded
open by a much larger, muscular chest, bra peaking out between the burst
buttons, pants fitting ludicrously, too short for one thing and for
another there was that unseemly bulge where his... ?
"Oh my God, that's... that's you, isn't it Trish!" I stuttered, gasping
at the end when the nasal high-pitched voice that ushered out of my
mouth sunk into my brain.?
"It's not Trish anymore, or even Patricia. Honey, it's Patrick," he
said, fighting his way out of the tatters of his shirt. "Boy, you never
told me how good it feels to be a man." She flexed the thick muscles of
her arms and chest and looked generally astonished if not completely
happy with her new form.?
"I-I-I... what's happened to us?" I mumbled, getting to my feet.
'Patrick' towered over me by at least a foot. He likely outweighed me by
100 pounds or more. I felt like a doll, a child, well, not so much a
child seeing as this body was adult, all too adult. 'Patrick' looked
down at me and smiled,?
"Oh, yes, this probably deserves an explanation. Well, you see, I just
got tired of waiting for you to get me pregnant, so I decided to take
matters into my own hands and turn the tables." My eyes looked fearfully
down toward his tightening pants.?
"Oh no, no way! Get away from me! I'm not gay, there's no way you're
sticking your..." I cried out vehemently, backing up and falling back
onto the couch.?
"Don't worry Mark, er, Marcie. Part of the spell will kick in soon, and
then there won't be a thing on the planet you want more than to spread
those pretty little legs of yours...," Patrick said ominously. He was
close to me now, standing over me, so near I could smell him, and in
seconds his musky smell was driving me crazy. ?
A moment ago I could barely glance at his... area, now I couldn't seem
to look away. He was... massive down there, and he was correct, I
couldn't wait for that giant thing of his to fill me up...?
We tore our clothes off and this was the first time I realized how
wonderfully attractive I'd become. I was a real head-turner with a
modest to large bust, tiny waist and nice hips. It took no time at all
for Patrick to take me, and then take me a second time from behind, both
instances giving me what I so desperately craved. Because it had been
what she had so desperately craved not so long ago. Sex. and not for the
purposes of recreation.?
All this took barely 20 minutes. Patrick left the couch with me sweating
and panting on my back, legs still spread. He returned to our bedroom
presumably to find proper clothes. With his sweat and his body and his
smell gone my old mind briefly resurfaced and I recoiled at what I'd
just done even as I felt his warm essence trickling out of me. I shut my
legs but it was far too late. Things were spiraling out of control.
I got up off the sofa and ran to the bathroom, determined to rinse every
last filthy ounce of this foul secretion out of my, well, my vagina, but
before I could even turn on the shower I was seized by some of the worst
nausea I'd ever felt. I doubled over and knelt before the toilet and
puked my guts out. Mercifully, Patrick had walked in and held my long
hair back for me.?
"Morning sickness, right, I forgot about that part," He said, helping me
up. "And hey, look at those guys. Regular bull's-eyes they are." He said
this while pointing at my chest. My areolas had darkened some, no longer
light pink, now the not-quite brownish color of some women who find
themselves in the family way. Something was happening to me, and the
indications all pointed to one conclusion.?
Patrick began fixing a tie through his collar and muttered, "You had
better go get dressed, my parents will be here any minute now. Oh, and I
recommend you put on something elastic."?
I ran from him even as my body began begging me to couple with him once
more, and as I entered the bedroom I found an unfamiliar wardrobe. I
stood there, shocked by all of the new clothes. As I looked things over
I became steadily more and more bloated, I rubbed at my belly but didn't
really think about what was going on. I dug through my underwear drawer
but all I could find were thongs. I plucked out the one with the most
material and grimaced as I slid it into place. It was then that I
noticed my little bump.?
"What the... am I getting fat?" I thought to myself, only minutes into
my life as a woman. I turned this way and that, and if I didn't know any
better I could have sworn I was bigger still. Is this what Patrick had
meant when he told me to wear something elastic? I distracted myself by
tunneling through a big batch of bras, but none of them looked very
comfortable and my tits were starting to become painfully sore. Finally
I grabbed a lime green bikini top which didn't cover much, but relieved
me of the anxiety of being naked.?
By now I had a regular pot belly. The belly was completely out of place
on my petite frame, well, if you ignored the big sore tits and healthy
expanse of hips. Then something happened I'll never forget. My belly
moved, from the inside, there was something in there and my mind
clicked, of course there is, you're preggo, stupid.?
"I'm pregnant? I'm pregnant!?" I shrieked, grabbing my belly in both
hands as if trying to pull the damn thing right out.?
"Of course you are," said Patrick, standing in the doorway. "I told my
folks that they were going to be grandparents this weekend and so they
are. They were kind enough to drop by and take care of you while I'm
unfortunately away on business. Couldn't be helped."?
I was drawing deep breaths that were steadily decreasing in size as my
womb lengthened and expanded upward. My skin stretched and my body
transformed once more, my hips widening, my ass expanding yet again, my
feet swelling up as my tits gained another cup and a half. I'd have been
monstrously top heavy if it weren't for the beach ball in my gut. My
navel popped out and I just couldn't take it anymore.?
"How much bigger am I going to get!?" I whined.?
"Well, let's see, 37 weeks pregnant with twins, I'd say pretty damn
enormous," Patrick commented as my belly eclipsed reasonably big and
became preposterously huge. I felt like if I moved wrong I might split
right open. I felt my lower parts loosening up with some considerable
pain, felt my burden drop swiftly and I just knew I was hours away from
going into labor.?
Patrick helped me into a summer dress that fit me okay, tight about the
breasts and rather low cut, billowing down over my mammoth belly and as
a result stopping well short of my knees. I waddled out of the room, my
mind blown.?
"I'm a fucking cow!" I murmured, entering the kitchen. Behind me Patrick
approached. I could smell him again, and even though I could have more
proof of how dangerous it was to be around him what with my giant globe
of belly, I wanted him then more than ever.?
"You know," he said, running his hand through my hair and wrapping his
powerful arm around my waist. "They say sex can hasten delivery. We
still have a few minutes..."?
"Oh god yes!" I wailed, sliding down my undies and propping up my dress
in the back. I leaned over the table and was just begging for it.
Patrick complied and this time I actually came. Then seconds later, as
he buttoned up his pants, the doorbell rang. His parents had arrived. ?
He was an hour into his flight when my water broke. By the time his
plane landed he was a proud father.
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