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One Month Only Hi guys, Sorry this one took a bit longer than usual, I've had all kinds to deal with of late. So, to those of you who have stuck around, I'd like to say thank you. Not only for continuing with the story of Mike & Jay, but for leaving your comments time and time again. In this instalment, I've tried to fulfil a number of requests. Quite a few of you seemed to like the Mike/Debra relationship so we will be looking at that a bit more. There are also a few other requests tendered to here, with others still to come in future instalments (assuming you guys want this series to continue? I'm happy to carry on so long as it's what you want!). As previously, I have worked to keep the characters faithful to themselves as well as provide good continuity. If you're new to this series, please check out 'One Night Only' first, before working through the series as you may very well get lost here. As for the rest of you, I hope you'll enjoy this fifth instalment and take the time to leave your comments below. Enjoy! I lie in the bath, my mind in a million places at once. So much has happened these past five months that I've really begun to lose track of what's real and what's not. First I'd been Michelle, my female alter-ego who had been my introduction into life as something other than a man. Second had been Anna, Jay's Swedish dream girl and, incidentally, my first venture into the outside world as a woman. Diane, a middle-aged woman, had not been planned. That being said, it was the first time I had interacted with people I knew; in a place I knew, whilst being in the female form. The forth and so-far final time (and I blush to recall this) I was turned into a far more ordinary girl, a girl named Stacey who, due to the most bizarre of circumstances, soon became a sissyboy instead. It was in that final form that I'd come to know true helplessness, true vulnerability - an experience that both terrified and excited me. I look up at the ceiling, thinking about the things Debra had said, how she'd called me a sissy and how I'd so willingly submitted to it all in the moment. Since then, I haven't been able to stop wondering: was that really me? I feel myself growing hard with the memory, playing it over and over again in my mind. Do I want to be at the mercy of a woman? Do I really want to be that weak? No, of course not, but why then can't I get it out of my mind? Why do I get that tightness in my chest when I see Debra wrapping a towel around her torso the way I want to, or that sick feeling in my stomach when she adjusts her bra? May Heaven help me, even when she wears pants I stare at her flat crotch in envy. Is that it then? Do I simply want to become a woman? I try yet again to tell myself it's all just a fetish, but then I remember that day with Jay when I was Anna, after we'd had sex and he asked me if I still wanted to be a woman, even without being aroused. My answer had been yes. I'd retracted my answer soon afterwards, but again found myself drawn to this insane second life. Dammit, Jay, why did you have to go and deceive me the way you did? I need you; I need you to talk to. Even though you could be a jerk at times, you always had an insight into my mind. I brush my hair irritably from my eyes. I'd been staying with Debra for little over a month now, and during that time I'd decided to continue to grow my hair long. It's nothing I've ever announced, but I was beginning to like it. At the moment, it falls to just below my ears. Debra jokes about it, saying I look like a rocker. I tend to just laugh along when she does, but it quieter moments I like to twizzle it around my finger, the way a girl does. Dammit, this is driving me insane. Pulling the plug from the bath, I climb out as the water runs noisily down the plug hole. I'm about to grab a towel when, suddenly, in bursts Debra. "Hi, Mike, all clean are we?" "Debra!" I exclaim, covering myself, "we talked about this, you can't just burst in here!" She strokes my cheek softly, "Why? We're friends, aren't we?" Only now do I notice she's wearing a bath robe. "Look," I say, "just give me a sec and I'll be out of your hair." I reach for the towel only for her to grab my wrist. "In a few moments..." she whispers, looking up, "...you'll be glad I'm here to take care of you." "What does that mean?" I ask. She smiles, biting her lip, and drops her robe to the floor. What's revealed is nothing I haven't seen before but, damn it, it still sends my pulse skyrocketing. "You've still never had sex with a woman have you, Mike?" Her hand rests on my bare chest. Feeling the racing of my heart, she giggles. "Debra, we can't-" "-Why not? We're both single. Don't you want to make love as a man just once?" "I..." "Oops, too late," she smirks. The top of her head starts to slowly rise above my line of vision and I grasp what she means - sort of. "What's...going on?" I stammer; my eyes in line with her forehead. "Oh, that 'One Night' pack I ordered finally arrived," she winks. "I thought I'd kick things off by putting a little of that formula in your bath. It's different to the old one. Unlike before, you can move around freely whilst it takes effect." "Which one did you use?" I ask, starting to panic. "It's similar to the last one you used, though of course this is just for the one night, unlike last time." She kisses me on the cheek. "You're going to be my little sissy again." "Debra, I...you can't-" I'm already on eye level with her. "-Shhh," she says, putting her finger to my lips. "I've seen how miserable you've been lately, how frustrated. Let's just enjoy this one night together." Still getting lower and lower, I find myself staring straight at her full, gorgeous lips. She kisses me on the forehead. "There you go," she says, "getting smaller and smaller, all weak and girly." A tremor runs through my body. It's going to happen again! It's happening and, what's more, I've never been so turned on! My balls draw up tight and I sense I'm going to cum already. I feel hot and there are tears in my eyes. I'm getting smaller! I'm shrinking in front of a woman and there's nothing I can do about it! Like that agonising moment of panic before the climax of a wet dream, I feel the need to embrace the moment. Unable to get to her pussy in time, I press my cock hard against her stomach. As I continue to shrink, my shaft scrapes down against her, the friction causing me to shoot. I gasp, plunging my face in-between her breasts on the brink of weeping. She pulls my head back gently, kissing me, before penetrating my lips with her tongue as I whimper in her mouth, causing me to shoot harder and harder until I'm completely empty. She lets me go, gesturing in amusement to my shrunken penis. It's then I realise why my drink tasted so strange during dinner - she'd spiked me! Debra puts her hand to my mouth, slipping in a familiar- looking red candy. I'm about to protest out of embarrassment, but she puts her hand over my mouth to tell me to stay calm and suck. I can't believe how huge her hand is. I continue to shrink, my line of vision soon reaching her belly-button. I suck, waiting for the halting of the change, but it doesn't come. Soon, Debra has a look of panic on her face, and is flicking desperately through the instruction manual that came with her box. "Oh no!" she exclaims. "I don't believe it." I look up, hands on hips, silently awaiting an explanation. Debra looks down at me. "I'm so sorry, darling; I think I've ordered the wrong box!" I have to crane my neck further and further to look up at her face. Soon, when I look back, I'm staring straight at her pubic mound. I glare at Debra, quietly demanding she explain herself. "This is a 'little girl' box," she hurries to explain. "It's designed to repress sexual desire entirely, allowing the individual a 'true girl' experience. Oh my goodness, Mike, I'm so sorry." I finally stop shrinking, now at a height that, when I look up I can just about see the slit between her legs. Feeling the numb sensation down below though, I know she's entirely correct about the repression. At this point, I've swallowed the candy entirely. "How cud woo make such a stoopid mistake?" I blurt out. My voice has never been so high. But what's worse, is that I suddenly seem unable to form my words. "Oh!" says Debra, turning to a page, "I'm afraid that candy not only heightens your voice, but also weakens the muscles in your lips and tongue to make your speech more child-like." I catch her trying not to smile. "Debwa! Dis is not fwunny!" I snarl, trying hard to wrestle control of my mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry, darling," she says. Putting her instructions manual to one side, she scoops me up in her arms. I go dizzy with vertigo, feeling like I'm about to pass out. "Put me down!" I protest. "Relax, baby, I've got you." "Yoo might dwop me! Be carefuw!" She giggles at my performance, kissing me on the cheek. "Aww, you're adorable! Still, I'm surprised that the 'One Night' company actually specialises in something other than fetishes." "Stiw, appawently dey do." I blush red, deciding not to try for any more long words. "I guess that was just the section Jay was looking at, eh? Still, it's rather reassuring that they want to help men have a female experience and not just cater to nocturnal desires." She holds me against her breasts, which are now officially the biggest pair I have ever seen. But there's nothing sexual about this whatsoever. In fact, I sense we both feel quite serene. "Come on," she says, "let's get dressed." Debra gets dressed quite quickly, throwing on her nightwear. I, however, am not so fortunate. "Is dis weally necessary?" I ask as she pulls up a pair of panties around my waist. "Would you rather freeze?" "I'd rarfer not wear girws cwoves," I sigh. "Sorry, but this is all I have. Remnants from my dear daughter's youth." She holds up my arms before dropping a dress over me. It's pink, frilly and makes me feel ridiculous. Next come a pair of white socks, before she lifts me - again, without permission - onto the chair at her dresser. "Wot are woo doing now?" I ask, as she runs her brush through my hair. "I just thought we could chat a while. A little girl talk - pun not intended." "Vewy fwunny." "How do you feel, Mike?" "Widicuwous." "I mean, in general." "Wot do you mean?" "I mean, at the moment you have no sexual desire at all, right?" "Wight..." "So, how do you feel about being a girl with all that to one side?" I pause. It's the same question Jay had once asked me. And how do I answer? Do I admit that if a wizard offered to wave a magic wand and let me start my life over as a female I might say yes? The vulnerability does bother me though. Even as Debra brushes my hair I can feel the strength in her hands. Also, would I want to experience puberty as a girl? Would I really want to suffer periods? The embarrassment of that first bra? Without my arousal those things suddenly seem a lot less appealing and yet...I somehow feel as though I could look forward to them. "I don't know," I sigh in answer to Debra's question. The truth is, I'm not a little girl. I'm just a shrunken man, a sissy, a weakling. Puberty and its experiences weren't waiting around the corner for me and neither was motherhood. I'm just a freak; a freak in a dress. "There!" announces Debra proudly. I look up and see she's managed to tie my hair back into a small ponytail. I blush, but cannot help but smile. "I'd show you some makeup tips but you're not old enough yet," she teases. "Yow're gweat Debwa, you know dat?" I say. "Aww, you're welcome, sweetie," she smiles. Then she suddenly looks serious. "I think you need to go talk to Jay." "Yes," I reply, "I fink I do." "Will you give him another chance? For me? I can tell you're missing him and I genuinely know he's sorry." "We'ww tawk, and den we'ww see," I reply. "Okay," she nods, smiling still. "Ready for bed? You'll be back to normal come morning." "I just need the baffwoom first," I reply. I step outside of Debra's bedroom. Without her carrying me, everything seems enormous and much farther away. I'm about to head towards the bathroom when, suddenly, a shadow falls over me. "Mike?" The delight in his voice is obvious. I turn around and look up. It's Kyle, Debra's son. "Kywe?" I reply. He seems so huge. He bursts into laughter. "W-what happened to you?" "It was an accidwent," I reply. "You sound like a little girl! I mean, your face doesn't quite match, but it's still pretty convincing." I blush redder than ever. "Yes, wew, if yoo'll exwuse me." "Are you going to the bathroom? I'd have thought you'd be wearing a diaper!" I glare at him. "Shwut up!" "Aww, throwing a tantrum? Bad baby," she slaps my rear. I squeal. "Don't doo dat!" I protest. "Why? Will you 'cwy'?" he sniggers. He slaps again, taking pleasure in the tears forming in my eyes. I run for the bathroom. The distance seems incredible but I stride on with determination, trying to preserve what dignity may remain. Kyle doesn't follow; he's too busy laughing himself to death. At the entrance the bathroom, I turn to him. "Fwuck yoo!" I slam the door, taking only the slightest pleasure in hearing Debra coming to give him a lecture. "I'm sorry." "I know you are, Jay, you've said nothing but since we got here," I reply. We're sat in the park, on a bench far away from prying ears. I'd woken up that morning to find myself having returned to my normal size. What's more - I was grateful for it. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it," says Jay. "I...I don't know what you CAN do," I reply honestly. "You used me for a fetish even though it wasn't safe. You betrayed me, Jay." "I know, I know and I hate myself for it. But I love..." he lowers his voice, "I love the female you. Whether it's Michelle, Stacey or whoever - it's still you and it drives me wild." "It's not like I could stay a girl forever, you know." "I know, but...what's wrong with being friends one moment and lovers the next? One minute we could be two pals enjoying a beer and watching TV, the next we're boyfriend and girlfriend and in each other's arms." "But it's so complicated." "Do you think you could live as a man all the time?" "I thought so at one point...but no. I'm not talking about a one night sissy adventure; I'm talking about the actual role of being a woman." "I wish I could change you permanently." "Me too." I clasp my mouth in shock the moment the words leave it. "I-I didn't mean that, I mean-" "It's okay," he says, reaching out to put his arm around me before thinking better of it. "I'm so messed up. Sometimes I feel like I want to die just to escape this...this..." "Body?" "This life. I don't hate being a guy, I just only feel right when I'm a girl. Seriously, how do transsexuals go their whole lives knowing they're in the wrong body?" "Some don't. Some can't cope. Do you feel like you want to go full-time TS?" "No, no way. I don't want to be a 'TS' I want to be a woman." "Mike, you know that's not possible. Lots of people feel the same way but fate has dealt them a hand that just isn't fair. You can only get so close to this sort of thing." "Either way, for now I'd rather just have the short-term fantasy. I quite like being inter-changeable to be honest." "Let me change you again." "No. No way." "One last chance. Let me give you a full-on change: creams, pills, hypnosis - all of it. Let me give you this one change to prove you can trust me. I want to help you through this, Mike. Let's work it all out together." "Why should I?" "Because we both know we'll go crazy if we don't try one last time to make this work." I want to say no, but, damn him, he's right. Once again he's right. "One change only." We start in a way we've never started before. "What's this?" I ask, holding the small black capsule in my hand. We're in Jay's room, four days after he's ordered whatever box he has in mind. "Just take it," he smirks. "Trust me; this is going to be really interesting."I swallow the capsule with water before he hands me the usual genital shrinkage pill. "Okay, on the bed," he instructs. I peel off my robe and lay on my back like I did when I first became Anna. Jay pops the headphones on, turning on the player to start the usual weird subliminals. Before he moves on, he makes sure to slip a very familiar red candy into my mouth that will alter my voice beyond recognition. Looking down, I see him pace around the bed, keeping an eye on me and trying not to smile. I start to wonder what he's going to do to me, and against my wishes I start getting hard. I can't hear him chuckle because of the headphones, but there's no denying his delight as my penis enlarges, growing harder and more rigid until it slaps on my stomach pointing upright. The pill is soon in effect though, and I watch as it slides down my belly, getting smaller and smaller. Jay comes over to me; applying cream to my lips from a white tub with pink lid that I know will cause them to swell. Strangely though, he doesn't stop there. Taking out another pot, this one with a green lid, he starts to apply cream to my cheeks and eyes, as well as various parts of my nose. My whole face tingles, and I can feel it puffing out in various places. Jay kindly wipes the bead of sweat forming on my temple. He disappears into the wardrobe, rummaging in whatever box he's bought before returning with a black curly wig. This doesn't tell me an awful lot, but I'm grateful he's not hiding it this time unlike when I was Anna (I remember distinctly the shock of finding myself as a blonde-haired Swedish girl with pigtails of all things). He affixes the wig, the dark locks falling gracefully over my shoulders. Now I was starting to feel like a woman. He next moves to my hands, affixing false nails. He's chosen sky blue, and I know I'm going to be stuck with these for a while (these things are extremely adhesive). The audio finally finishes. "Okay," he says suddenly, taking off the headphones. "You need to swallow this." I look at the strange spongy ball held in his fingers. "What's this do?" I ask. My voice is high, but also with a slight tint of huskiness. "Try it and see," he smirks again. I swallow it with water, coughing to clear my throat. "It'll take about ten minutes to take effect," he says. "Oh," I reply, "what should we do in the meantime?" "We're going to watch you," he says with a point. I look down at myself, and fall so short of breath I nearly pass out. "Wh-what's happening to me?" "It should be pretty obvious," he chuckles. It's certainly obvious, but I just don't believe it. All over my body, my skin is beginning to tan, getting darker and darker. "I-I'm turning black!" I gasp. "Yup, that's the idea." "B-but how?" "It was that capsule you swallowed. It's a dye that travels through your system. Apparently the creators got the idea from flamingos. Did you know flamingos are actually white and that it's the food they eat that turns them pink? This is just a temporary, accelerated version of that." I stare at my darkening body. My nipples, formally pink, are now as good as black; with the rest of my body now a healthy brown. "I'm black!" I exclaim. "Yup." "But I can't be black; I don't have the right facial features!" "Come here," he says, extending a hand. He leads me to the mirror where I find a stranger staring back at me. The cream he's used has altered my features tremendously. The changes themselves are minor, but collectively I'm a completely different person. Coupled with my wig, the transformation is incredible. "I don't know what to say," I reply honestly. "W-what's my name going to be?" "I'm thinking 'Naomi' suits you quite well." "I guess it kinda does." "Come on, Naomi, you need boobs." I stand opposite Jay, the breast pumps attached to my chest, the narrow tubes touching my nipples. "This is your favourite part, isn't it?" I ask him. "Second favourite - my favourite part is always your reactions." And he presses the button. There's the sound of the pump working hard, forcing in milk through my nipples. I bite my lip as my nipples begin to broaden, giving me areolas. Slowly, my breasts begin to bud. "H-how big are you going to make them?" I gasp. "Wait and see." The usual reply. I don't know why I bother asking really. My chest continues to push out to the point I have underboobs (which means they hang just slightly), I must at least be a 36C by now. "H-how much more?" I ask, looking down and seeing my cleavage form. It's now reached the point I could slap them together. "Keep patient." The machine pumps and pumps, my breasts swelling more and more; My nipples are fully engorged, getting sore with the pressure. "Th-this is enough," I protest, "I'm at least a 38DD!" "Not yet," he says, turning up the pressure. My chest vibrates, wobbling with the pressure. I whimper as my chest jiggles, the weight increasing. I stand legs apart to support myself as my boobs get so big they are no long perky but hanging. "There!" he says at last, turning off the machine and popping off the suction cups. "W-what size?" I wheeze. "38FF," he says proudly. "WHAT!? I shriek. "Relax," he says, putting his hand on my shoulder. "It's perfectly normal for a woman in your condition." "My 'condition?' What do you mean?" And then comes the sensation - a weight pushing out from my stomach. "Here we go!" he laughs. "What's going on, Jay?!" I grip my boobs, holding them apart so I can just make out the slow rise of my belly. "Congratulations, Naomi - you're pregnant!" There's a growing weight in my groin that seems to push out into my belly, stretching it further. "I-I can't! I mean..." "Chill," he says, "it's just that sponge you swallowed expanding inside you. It'll create the right size and weight for pregnancy, whilst releasing a chemical that makes your skin temporarily stretchy so you won't get stretch marks." I stand in silence as my belly grows beneath my swollen breasts, pushing them up high to the point I can no longer see the floor. The weight catches me off-guard, and I have to brace myself against the bed to keep from toppling over. I feel Jay's hands all over me. "Wh-what are you doing?" I ask, trying to look round my shoulder. "Making a few finishing touches," he says. "I'm using the cream with the yellow lid to create more of an overall pregnant effect." "I don't WANT to be pregnant!" "Sorry, babe, but that's what happens to women who have sex - it's just something they're stuck with." He coats my buttocks, thighs and arms and I feel them swelling, pushing out. I feel enormous. With the transformation reaching its final stages, I waddle over to the mirror, arms apart - I can barely fit in it! "I...I....I'm huge!" "Pregnant, darling - there is a difference." "H-how long for?" "Only a month." "A MONTH!?" "You agreed to a change, so this is how I prove myself." "My turning me into an elephant?!" "By proving I can look after you." "This is REALLY the best you could come up with?" "If you want to be mad, be mad after the change. In the meantime try to relax a little. You're stuck as Naomi for a while anyway..." "I'm never going to be free of this stuff am I?" "That's what we're going to find out. Come on; let's make you even more beautiful." I sit at the dresser, Jay getting to work on my makeup. "I can do this myself, you know," I say. "I know, but I want to finish off this initial change for you." He raises something to my eye. "Are those....fake eyelashes?" "Yup. Do you like 'em?" "We've never used these before." "I know, but I really think they're going to help compliment your look." "Well, if you think so." Having applied them, he sprays me with perfume. "What's this?" I ask, sniffing the air. "Coco Mademoiselle." "Which is?" "It incorporates Sicilian oranges, Calabrian bergamot and Sicilian grapefruit. A floral heart is created of pure rose extract and pure jasmine extract, along with a fruity touch of litchi, while its base notes carry a combination of Indonesian patchouli, Haitian vetiver, Bourbon vanilla and white musk. This fragrance is dedicated to courageous, brave and modern women who prefer luxury and elegance." "Stop just reading the label." "Well, you did ask." "It smells okay anyway." "Good, let's put on some lipstick." He smothers my full lips in a tiger lily lipstick before finishing off with sky blue mascara. "Well, what do you think?" he asks. I stare hard into the mirror. "You know, with every other change I've still been able to see SOME resemblance to my old self, if only minor. This time though I'm completely unrecognizable." "I'll take that as a compliment." "You do good work." "Well, I've had a lot of practice. How do you feel about heading out for a bit?" "Like THIS?" "Come on, you said yourself you're unrecognizable." "Can't argue with that, I guess." "Come on, let's get you dressed." I rise up from my seat. "Ow!" I gasp, bending over. "What's wrong?" he asks, coming to my side. "My back hurts." "Yeah, you gotta be careful now, a woman in your condition." "Very...funny," I gasp. "Come on, I'll help you." Jay helps me into an embarrassingly large pair of panties, before producing the biggest bra I've ever seen. "What...is THAT?" "It's a maternity bra," he smiles, "to help your with your boobies now that you're carrying all that milk around." "Just...help me get it on, please." He straps it on. I feel the support immediately, the weight lifted almost magically." "Better?" "Very much so." "Okay, now your dress." "DRESS?!" "You aren't going to fit into those skinny jeans now, hon." "Damn it," I mutter, as Jay helps me pull on a blue flowered maternity dress. Once I'm dressed, Jay suggests we get a coffee first to set ourselves up for the day. I waddle downstairs, hand on bump, taking tiny steps. Jay walks down in front of me, ready to catch me should I misstep. Once at the bottom, I wheeze like I just ran a marathon. "You okay?" he asks. "Y-yeah, I'll be alright in a minute." "I'll see to the coffee. You go sit down." Laboring over to the couch, I flop down, the wooden frame creaking as I do. I've never felt so self-aware in all my life. Jay comes over, mugs in hand. "Here you go." "Thanks," I reply, taking a sip. "Well, I can honestly say that of all the things I expected to be when I grew up, a pregnant African-American woman was not too high on the list." "Technology's a wonderful thing." "We'll see," I smirk. Then suddenly, my hand trembles. I put down the mug hurriedly, before bringing my hand to my trembling lip. "W-what's happening?" Jay rushes over putting his arm around me. "It's okay, babe, let it happen." "I...I don't think I can s-stop it," I sniff. It's true, I can't. Suddenly tears are rolling down my cheeks as my lips quiver uncontrollably. Before I know it, I'm sobbing in Jay's arms. "Shhhh," he says, stroking my hair. "It's just the hormones of your pregnancy." "H-hormones? I didn't take any..." and then the penny drops. "It's the hypnosis CD!" "Of course." "Y-you never said!" "Relax, it's all part of the experience remember? It's okay; I'm here to help you through whatever you'll face in your condition." "So it...makes me randomly cry?" "It makes you feel random emotions at random times just like a real pregnant woman. Even arousal," he winks. "I swear, Jay," I huff, wiping my tears. "If anything else unexpected happens..." "Chill. Look at it this way - at least you don't have to worry about periods." The car journey feels weird. Not only does my seatbelt barely fit, I can feel the vibrations running all through my body, making parts of me jiggle. "Where to?" I ask. "We need groceries," replies Jay, at the wheel. "I thought it might be best to make a subtle start." "Good thinking," I reply. "Let's try and wrap it up in a half hour. I still wish you'd let me drive though." "In your condition, Naomi? I don't think so. No, leave that to the man in our relationship." He pulls into the car park, from where we make our way to the store. Fortunately, there aren't too many people around at the moment. I walk alongside Jay, trying hard to keep my thighs from scraping together. I've honestly never felt so undignified in all my life. We cover the first two aisles with no particular problems other than one young boy shouting 'Look at that lady's belly, mommy!' for which he gets a good lecture on manners. Suddenly, Jay stops. "Ah, sorry, I forgot ketchup. Wait here with the shopping, okay? I'll be right back." He leaves in search. I sigh and stand waiting, my ankles already swelling up from the strain. A tingle rises in a place I can no longer see, and I know the arousal Jay mentioned is upon me. Feeling my tiny cock rise in my panties, I feel certain I can ignore the sensations in my body by concentrating on something else. A timely distraction intervenes, though it's certainly not my first choice. It's another pregnant woman, a brunette in her thirties. She sees me and smiles, coming over. "Hi there," she says. "Nice to see a fellow 'mom-in-waiting' here." "Hi, how are you?" I reply, nervously. "I'm well enough thanks. Name's Rachel. "I'm Naomi. A pleasure." "So, how far along are you?" Her dress is low-cut, her huge milky breasts practically bursting from their restraints. My cock, hidden somewhere in- between my swollen thighs, grows harder still, rubbing against the soft fabric of my tightly-fitted panties. "Eight months," I blurt out. "Wow, you're beating me. I'm only on seven. You must be getting EXCITED." "You have no idea," I mumble. "Oh, but my nipples get so sore," she whispers, moving in. "Don't you hate when that happens?" "Y-yes, it can be quite bothersome." I fight hard to keep my eyes from straying, but as she moves closer they almost spill from her top. My balls draw tight. "And as for leaking milk, don't get me started. You've no idea how often I have to change bras. Of course, I've had to buy quite a few new ones with how big they've gotten..." I can feel myself edging. Lord, why is she telling me all this? Do all women talk to each other about these things? Even PREGNANT ones? "Yes, I know exactly what you mean," I reply. "Still," she giggles, "my husband's not complaining. I'm a little embarrassed to admit it but I've been SO horny these past few months." This is it. I'm going to cum and there's nothing I can do about it. I feel the build-up inside my cock, then the release but - wait. This isn't right. Rachel gasps aloud, staring at the space between my feet. "Your waters have broken!" she exclaims, loud enough for everyone to hear. My waters HAVEN'T broken, I realize. I'm just -oh, crap- peeing myself! I blush in horror as water gushes between my legs onto the floor below. I hasten to wonder what caused it. Was it the hypnosis CD? It's true most pregnant women suffer bladder weakness, but THIS?! "N-no," I protest, "it's not my waters, it's..." Then I shudder as I feel it. I'm still on the brink of orgasm! I grunt and grit my teeth, clutching the sides of the freezer section. "A-are you okay?" she asks. "Y-yeah, I'm -ahh!" I shoot, wailing in ecstasy in the process. My emotions are through the roof. "Oh my goodness! This woman is going into labor!!" cries Rachel. Now EVERYONE is staring. "N-no, I'm not," I gasp, shooting harder and grunting as she holds my hand. I feel like I can barely breathe. An assistant runs up. "Are you alright, madam? Do you need assistance?" with the final spurt, I shudder. I look over to him, soaking in sweat, with no idea of what to say. Thankfully, Jay seems to have heard the commotion and is coming to my rescue. He guides me away, making an excuse I don't really pay attention to. All I know is that I want out of here! That night, I toss and turn in bed, trying to get comfortable. The problem is; I'm presently incapable of lying on my front which is normally how I drop off to sleep. "Come over here and get comfortable, babe," beckons Jay. "You can forget it, mister," I huff. "Are you still sulking over what happened in the store?" "Still sulking? Jay, I wet myself in front of everybody." "No-one knows who you really are..." "That's not the point. I can't believe something like that was in the hypnosis CD." "Is that what you think that was?" "What do you mean?" "Naomi, you peeing yourself had nothing to do with hypnosis - that was just you." "What garbage..." "Hear me out. Now, when women are pregnant, they have a constant pressure against their bladders, right? That makes them constantly need to pee and, occasionally, have accidents." "Right..." "So, that's what the sponge inside your belly is doing to you." "Are you serious?" "Completely." "That's unreal." "But highly realistic, I'm sure you'll agree." "Then I apologise. But, why is this thing so heavy? It's just a sponge." "It absorbs your bodily fluids in order to expand. That's why you were so thirsty after your change. Though it seems you drank a bit too much..." "Tell me about it." "Anyway, all the CD does is randomise your emotions as if you had female hormones. From tears to arousal, it's all there." "I wonder if they do visits to this 'One Night' place. I'd love to see how it all works." "From what I can gather, it's a pretty secret organisation. Which is understandable I guess." His hand comes round, stroking my nipple through my nightdress. "I wonder if they'll ever find a way to make men fully female," I sigh. "Like with just a pill, you mean?" "Yeah." "That'd be pretty dangerous. Imagine if a group of hard core feminists got hold of it and poisoned the town's water supply." "Wow, they should make a film of that..." "You're such a ditz," he chuckles, rubbing harder. "Stop that! You're making me lactate!" "Aww, you and your big milky boobies. It must turn you on though." "Not at the moment, no, you're just soaking my nightdress." "Strange; this is normally a fetish for you." "Maybe these 'hormones' work both ways." "Maybe," he says, pulling back his hand. "Let's hope you rediscover your arousal before you change back though." But for the next week, there was nothing. I still had the occasional surge of emotion, like sadness, anger or giddiness, but nothing even close to arousal. We went out a couple of times, though I insisted we never stray too far from a restroom, as was proven wise on more than one occasion. Then, one day, Debra and I are alone in the kitchen cooking a meal for the evening, when it suddenly comes upon me. "Are you okay, Naomi?" asks Debra. "W-what?" "You just inhaled sharply. What's the matter?" "N-nothing." "You're horny, aren't you?" she smiles. "N-no, not at all," I reply, blushing crimson. "It's okay, don't be embarrassed. I used to have 'urges' too." My tiny cock is rigid, lost between my huge thighs. "Oh, Debra," I gasp, "please help me." "What's wrong?" "I need to cum. Really badly." "Can't you...improvise?" she smirks. "No, I can't," I admit, ashamedly. "I can't...reach well enough to rub." I show how I can't get my hands around my huge belly, buttocks or thighs. "How do you...use the bathroom?" "I can just about manage that," I explain, "but...as for rubbing... I can't get a proper grip." "Oh, you're in quite a fix, girl," she giggles. "Please, Debra," I gasp, reaching out and squeezing her boobs. I'm careful not to squeeze entirely, so as not to jab her with my nails. "Sorry, hon, I don't have the 'equipment' to make you orgasm." "Please, improvise," I whimper, trying to go for her lips with mine only for my belly to obstruct me. Debra erupts into laughter. "It's not funny!" I protest. I reach under my dress, gripping the sides of my panties and pull them up. "What are you doing?" she asks. "Using my panties to try to cum," I reply. "I need release; you have no idea how powerful this urge is." Debra smiles mischievously, grabbing my panties and pulling them down. "Oops!" "No!" I squeal, "I need those." "Sorry," she giggles, "but this is just too hot. See? You're even turning ME on." She lifts her shirt to show her erect nipples poking through her bra. "Debra, that's not fair," I moan. "I'll admit this is a little cruel," she chuckles, undressing before me. Her round boobs pop out of her bra and her pubic mound is revealed as she lowers her panties. "I can't even see your cock with your body like that," she giggles, "if I didn't know better I'd say you were a real woman." "Please Debra, I need release." "I can tell," she says, crouching down and looking up between my legs. I can't even reach down to cover myself. "Well, that's one part of you that's still tiny at least." "Hey!" She lifts my dress, pulling it over my head and leaving me in nothing but a bra. "Wow, look at those tits!" "They get really heavy." "I'll bet they do," she says, moving behind me and unhooking my maternity bra. My dark breasts flop out onto my belly, milk dripping from their tips. "Oh!" I gasp. "I bet you felt that, didn't you?" she says, reaching around. Her fingers and thumbs work my nipples. It is pleasure and agony rolled into one. "Oh! That's so..." "Nice?" "Intense." She brings her hand to her lips, licking her milk-tainted fingertips. "Mmm, yummy." "Please, Debra," I gasp, eyes closed. "Don't tease me - I can't take it!" She slaps my buttocks sending a wave through my tightened balls. "Wow, you've got such a huge ass." "I can't take it anymore!" I wail, and waddle as fast as I can towards the couch. "Where are you going?" asks Debra, following. I pick up a cushion and place it on the couch. Then, mounting it, I start to buck my round hips. Debra is beside herself with laughter. "Stop laughing! I can't help it!" "You're worse than a teenaged boy!" "This is SO not funny." I'm getting breathless already, unable to keep up with my own rhythm. Debra smiles and leans over, kissing me on the lips. "Wait here," she says. I have little choice. Sitting on the cushion with my hard cock, my eyes widen as Debra re-emerges. "Is...is that?" "Yes, dear, it's a strap-on. I'm sure you've seen one before?" I can barely think. She's going to use a strap-on?! On ME?! She walks over, her upright 8 inch rubber cock bouncing as she does, along with her breasts. Moving up behind me she puts her hand on my back, urging me to bend over. I do, my huge ass sticking up in the air. My belly is almost touching the seat I hunch over, as are my huge breasts. "Are you ready?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Yes," I reply. And I feel it slide in-between my buttocks. I have to part my thighs to allow it all in. "Wow, I can't believe I'm actually fucking someone instead of vice-versa for a change," gasps Debra in amazement. "How's it feel, Naomi?" "T-to be screwed by a girl?" "You sound embarrassed." "A little." "Try to relax." And she starts to slide back and forth. I bite my lip as I feel the ridges enter me, clawing deep into the couch. "How's it feel?" "T-tight." "That's good. Enjoy it, hon." My nipples stand on end, gushing milk. I lower myself, allowing my swaying breasts to scrape the material beneath me. Her pelvis connects with me repeatedly and I get harder still. So high does my cock rise, in fact, that the tip actually connects with the underside of my belly. It won't be long now, I realise. "I just realised," giggles Debra, "I've got my very own bitch." "Ooh, Debra," I moan. "Do you like it, bitch? Do you like being fucked by a woman?" "Yesss, yes I do," I groan. "Take me, ohhh, take me!" I raise my buttocks higher, trying to allow even more in. I'm already at my limit though, and on the brink of cumming. "I'm gonna..." "Are you cumming?" "Yes..." "Good. Enjoy it, Naomi." I start to scream, only for my breathlessness to cut off the sound. My cock bobs, slapping against my belly and covering my dark skin in creamy white. "Ngh! Ngh!" I grit my teeth as the last drops trickle out. Debra senses I'm done and withdraws. I suddenly have a vicious ache inside me. I need the bathroom, but the moment I start to get up, my knees buckle and I have to lay on my side to catch my breath. Removing her strap-on, Debra lays down beside me, stroking my hair. "Shhh, it's okay. Just relax. Breathe." A week later, I'm sat on the couch reading 'You & Your Pregnancy' (a strange gift from Debra, but I suppose also a thoughtful one) when Jay emerges from the kitchen. "Naomi?" "Yes, darling?" "Um, there's a smashed jar of jam in here." "Yes, darling, I threw it onto the floor." "Um, why?" "Because, darling, it wouldn't open." Jay walks over, sitting himself beside me. "Was it your hormones?" "No!" I yell, slamming down the magazine, "honestly, why do you men put everything down to hormones?" "You smashed a glass jar without provocation." "So?" "So, you wouldn't normally do that." "Maybe I'm fed up." "Fed up of what?" "Of being weak, of being a woman, of being so freaking huge." "Aww, poor baby," he says, stroking my hair. I slap his hand away. "Don't patronise me." "I wasn't." "You were. You think just because I'm emotional I've turned stupid." "You must admit," he smirks, "You have turned a bit ditzy." "You bastard!" I cry, "You mean bastard!" I swing at him, but he catches my wrist, I swing with my other fist, but he catches that too. He holds me firmly, staring as I huff and wheeze and grunt, trying to get free. Then suddenly, the tears flow. My whole body goes near-limp and I fall against him. "I'm sorry," I sob, "I'm sorry." "It's okay," he says, his arms coming round me. "You can't help it." "I've never felt so...not in control." "It's okay. It won't be forever. Take it out on me as much as you need to." "I'm sorry." "Don't be." "Do you think this is what it's like to be a real woman?" "I'd say it's pretty close." "Just a shame we don't get the pay-off, huh?" "Maybe someday." "I don't think even 'One Night' can provide something like that; certainly not in our lifetime." "We'll just have to see, won't we? In the meantime, just stay here with me awhile." It's the last day of my month as Naomi. We're sat on the couch with Debra at her house with the TV on, counting down the hours. "Maybe something's wrong," I say, looking down at my watch. "Naomi, will you just chill?" says Jay. "There's plenty of time left." "Well, sor-ry for not wanting to be pregnant anymore," I mutter. "I'm putting that remark down to your hormones," chuckles Jay. "If you were doing this for real," comments Debra, "you'd have to endure this for a full nine months, never mind one." "Yeah but, at least there'd be something at the end of it, right?" I sigh. Then suddenly, a twinge from inside. "Oh! Something's happening!" I gasp, rising to my feet. Jay & Debra look up at me. "Is it coming to an end?" asks Debra. "I...I feel..." and then it happens; a sudden gush of water soaking my panties and running down in-between my legs. Wearing a skirt makes it impossible to mask the issue, as I pee onto the floor uncontrollably. "Oh no! Not again!" I fume. "Another accident, darling?" laughs Jay, "Poor baby." "Shut up, will you?" I blush. "I'm soaked!" "Go use my shower," says Debra, sympathetically. "We've all been there, hon." I thank Debra and make my way upstairs. I'm still fuming, and toss my clothes in a pile on the floor. Getting under the shower, I try to do the numbers in my head to work out by what time I'll be Mike again. I should definitely be back to normal by morning, but I'm kind of hoping I'll change back before then to put my mind at ease. I'm in the process of washing my rounded belly when, suddenly, Debra appears in the doorway. "Thought you might need some help, hon; getting to those 'hard-to-reach' places." "Oh," I reply, "um, thanks." And then Jay pops his head round. "Or I could do it," he offers. "Why are you both so keen?" I ask, "I swear, you've both taken a real interest in my - oh!" "What is it?" asks Debra, as I clutch my sides. "I-I don't know," I reply, "its part-pain, part-twinge." "This is it," says Jay, knowingly. "You're going into labour." "Wait, what? How can I be in labour? I'm not actually pregnant, you imbecile." "It's as close as you'll get," replies Jay, "your body is expelling the sponge." "O-out where?" "Where do you think?" he smirks. A sudden stabbing pain leaves my clenching my butt. "O-ow!" "It'll be easier if we sit you down," says Jay. The two of them help me out of the shower and sit me on the toilet. Already, the pressure is increasing inside of me. "I thought the sponge would just disintegrate," I gasp. "Are you kidding? It's a sponge, Naomi. A specially-designed one, I grant you, but a sponge nonetheless." "Can we help her at all?" asks Debra. "Increasing the blood flow can help a lot, so I'm told," replies Jay. "How do we do that?" "We keep her aroused." "Hello? Still here," I complain, a little annoyed at being spoken of as if I'm not here. Jay leans in, kissing me hard on the lips. I feel another spasm inside, but as my cock starts to rise, the throb is more pleasurable than painful. "Help me out, Debra," says Jay. Debra complies, walking over with a smile on her face and cupping my breasts. "These must be soooo heavy," she says, working the nipples with her thumbs. I'm already fully erect. "Oh, that feels so..." another spasm, this time much more intense. Leaning forward with a yelp, I grasp Debra's buttocks. She squeals in shocked delight. "Steady on, girl," she giggles. "Sorry," I gasp, "I couldn't help it." "It's okay, darling," she says, unfastening her denims. Her pants drop to the floor, leaving me free to run my hands over her nylon panties. "You girls have got me going now," laughs Jay, starting to undress. Another spasm. I whimper loudly, biting down on my lip. Debra, slipping off her panties, draws my face near. I don't even think about what to do next, I extend my tongue and lash between her legs. But with that first touch of her, that first taste, my body loses control. I bend over, shooting hard into the toilet. "Are you cumming already?" asks Jay. "Uh.....uh-huh," I stammer. "Good girl," he says, running his hands through my hair. I spasm, my toes curling on the rug as I shoot fiercely; I can actually feel my prostate throbbing. "I-it's starting to hurt again," I whimper. "We need to get you horny again," says Jay, undressing entirely. "It's too soon, I'm not ready to go agaaaiiiiiiiiii-" my sentence breaks off into a scream. Red hot pain is shooting through my ass, to the point I almost pass out. Debra lifts my head and kisses me, but it's still not enough. My body is soaked in sweat. Jay tries next, with much better results. "You must be going from bi to straight, girlfriend," teases Debra, removing the last of her clothes. Finally getting hard again, my nipples react as well. "H-how much longer?" I pant. "Not too much longer I don't think," says Jay. My milky breasts are jiggling with my heavy panting, my pitch-black nipples standing on end. Jay and Debra lower their heads, each taking one into their mouth. I raise my head to the ceiling and moan, cradling their heads in ecstasy. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" I whimper. I feel them sucking hard. Debra's lips are much fuller and feel sensational, whilst Jay makes up for this shortcoming with sheer enthusiasm. Feeling my breasts being drained is enough to send me over the edge again and I shoot once more, this time up onto the underside of my belly, as I am not able to bend forwards like before with these two sucking my tits. "Mmmm, yummy," says Debra, retracting her head and licking her milk-covered lips. "I'm going to have to do some research into the kind of milk they fill your tits with," says Jay raising his head. The next wave sends me spasming. "OW! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" I whine, trembling. "It's okay," says Jay, cradling me. Tears are gushing down my face. "I can't do it, Jay, I can't get hard again. It hurts, Jay, it really hurts." "Shhhh," he says, stroking my cheek. "It's okay, you can do this." The next surge has me screaming like a girl, as I cling to Jay digging my nails into his back. On the brink of collapsing, I find his tongue slithering between my lips, finding my own. I'm hot all over, in particular in my mouth. My cock, ass and tits feel as if they're on fire and, in the midst of it all, my cock quivers once more. "I-I'm hard again," I gasp, kissing Debra's pointed pink nipple as she leans over. My tiny cock is throbbing, a cruel blend of agony and ecstasy rolled into one. My black, sweat-soaked body shines. "Do it," says Jay, "go for it." I do. I take his thick cock in my hand and push it between my puffy lips. I suck hard, running the length of his shaft with my tongue. Another spasm comes, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I force his tip to the back of my throat, moaning over it uncontrollably. I taste pre-cum on my tongue and know the end is near. I bob my head back and forth as he runs his hands all over my face and shoulders before cupping my breasts. "I'm....I'm cumming," he grunts, and shoots into the back of my throat, filling it with so much cum I can barely breathe. The sensation is enough to send me over the edge one final time, as my hips buck back and forth and I shoot what tiny drops I have left. I slump backwards. Tears ooze from my eyes, cum from my mouth, milk from my breasts and yet more cum from my cock. Then, finally, it happens. A sudden surge forcing me to bend over, as Jay and Debra squeeze my hands. I can't speak. All I can do is push down, deeper and deeper until, finally, relief. I sit upright, my belly snapping back to normal thanks to the chemical contained in the sponge. "Are you okay?" asks Debra. Unable to reply, I nod. "Can you stand up?" asks Jay. I try, but my legs won't even move. Realising my predicament, Jay scoops me up in his arms. "Wow, you're suddenly a lot lighter," he jokes. I smile but am on the brink of passing out. As Jay carries me through to the bedroom and lays me on the bed, I manage to get close enough to whisper into his ear. "I forgive you." Okay, end of the fifth instalment! How was it for you? I've got a couple of scenarios left to play out, but do have some space left to tender to your requests. What do you want to see more of? Which parts get the blood pumping in all the right places? Any requests that have yet to be catered to? As always, I promise to read your reviews and take into consideration what is said because, although it's impossible to please everybody, I do want to please as many as possible. Keep Dreaming! KG