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Transform 4
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Archive-name: transform-4
Chuck...er..Charlotte's ongoing mutative adventures!
NOTE: this is part 4 of an ongoing series (don't ask how many therev will be,
I keep thinking up and altering stuff as I go along) This is NOT like
some of the really super porn I have seen on this newsgroup, it is more
a situational thing.
In case you are not familiar with my predicament, it is a doozy.
I have gone from being a studly man, to a desperate man, to a half-man half-
woman thing, to a sexy super-model type woman, to a mildly deformed woman,
to a mildly deformed pregnant woman. All in the space of 3 months (for the
transformations...actually it was 8 months ago, I am 5 months pregnant)
I was having a very easy pregnancy, no morning sickness, no cramps,
no anything at all. Well not no anything, remember that milk episode? Well
it repeats itself twice a month, but I can handle it now, although it pretty
much wipes out the day it hits. With my super-sensative skin though, I scream
like a maniac. Enough so that Michelle asked me and Kate to either begin to
fulfill a more active role in the house, or leave. We left.
The two of us are now living with Bob, my old roomate. Bob is
paying all expenses and rent, because, after all, he's the one who raped me.
Sounds wierd huh? Ok I will undergo a full recap for those who missed the
earlier fun (Whee! NOT!). I was once a manly, ignorant stud. Me and my
roomate Bob moved into a new apartment, and I took a bet from Bob that I
couldn't get Katrina to want to marry me by the end of the semester. I
tried, and failed. Before halfway through the semester I got knocked into
a vat of chemicals connected to a funky mutation machine (hey if you want more
details read the earlier ones) and beecame paralyzed, only to heal and
transform slowly into a woman. I then slowly mutated into what I am now, and
got raped by my former roomate who is now the landlord sorta. Neat huh?
Imagine living it! My former name was Chuck, I am now known as Charlotte.
I woke up and was wracked with pain. I don't mean I hurt a little,
I was in PAIN! I let out a bettery of ear-splitting screams. I hurt from head
to toe, to tail (yes I have a tail). The pain centered on my cunt. I began
rubbing it in the vain hope it would stop, but to no avail. I did not even
feel the usual pleasure that fingering myself brings. I began to wonder if
this was it. Nah, impossible it's only been 5 months, but then I remeber that
I had gone from male to female in less than a month, and I screamed all the
louder, and wondered where Kate and Bob were. I then actually bothered to open
my tear filled eyes and realized that they were already here. The pain
continued, and despite various pain-killers, and sedatives that Bob and Kate
shot into me liberally, I kept screaming. It continued the day after, and
kept going. It never stopped. I ate in bed, and had to muster all my
willpower to focus past the pain enough to eat, and I got hungry fast. I
recall Bob and Kate telling me later that I was going through 7 or 8 full size
meals a day. It kept going for a looong time. I know now that it lasted 3 and
a half months, but then it seemed forever. Hours seemed like years, so you
can guess what those 3 and a half months felt like. During that time what was
happening to my body was amazing. I had been 5 months pregnant, but I appeared
like I was not pregnant at all, but in those 3 and a half months I went from
that to having my abdomen swelled up to a size that was amazing. Let me
be more vivid. Where my uterus bulge started was right below my breasts, in
fact they laid atop it. It extended out approxamately 4 feet. A tad larger
than average eh? Well th lucky day hit, when the pain stopped. I was
thankful, and slept like a baby for two days straight, when I woke up and
instinctively knew, it was time. I shouted for Kate and Bob to take me to the
hospital, and that they had a good amount of time, so don't rush. They did
not listen. They ran around panic stricken, but for some reason, I knew there
was nothing to worry about.
They grabbed everything I owned, and a couple things I didn't, smashed
them into a suitcase and shoved me into our car. We were at the hospital in
record time, and one lucky cop wrote the city's biggest ever speeding ticket.
I laid on the bed waiting calmly for the doctor, while Kate was by my side
chanting her support, telling me that I shouldn't have vetoed lamaz classes.
I am a deformed mutant woman! What would lamaz prepar me for? What it was
"Supposed" to be like? Nothing with my life was like it was supposed to be
ever since I took that bet!
The doctor came in and saw my tail and I think he damn near almost
threw up. I said in my sexiest voice "Doctor, don't worry about the
tail...worry about me and my spread legs." It had the desired effect. It got
him psyched up and able to face mutant childberth. He asked me to sign a
disclaimer about if the child was deformed, I waived lawsuit rights. I laughed
while signing said that if it wasn't deforemed, that I would pay extra.
I decided that it was time, and the contractions started promptly.
I'll bet lotsa women would love to be able to do that, but I don't know
HOW I did it, just that I did. I was in labor for 4 minutes before the first
child popped it's head out of my cunt. Yes I said first. That day I gave
birth to 13 little baby girls. 13 girls folks! Each one was about as
different as 13 baby girls could be. Some were bigger, some looked like they
already knew all there was to know, they all were so unique, even at the moment
of birth. Some were even black, and Bob and I are both white...how do you
suppose that got pulled off? All the children had enogh of a hint at hair on
their heads, to tell what color it was going to be.
My first born I named Katherine Shannon, and she had red hair, and was
one of the larger ones. She was the toughest to get out though she wasn't
the largest. At birth she already had breasts!
#2 was a blonde, and looked like she knew what was going on. She was
a bit spooky, I thought, and I named her Samantha Mercedes. She was the first
to cry.
Third on the hit parade was another blonde, this time though a big one,
and she already had a very curvaceous body! I named her Candace Angela.
Felicia Carolyn was fourth, and she came from the womb, and lept into
the air and crawled up me for a cuddle. I figured she was the next Olympic
Gymnast. She was the first brunette.
Jaqueline Ingrid was next. I know Ingrid sounds like one of those
middle names that makes a child hide it forever, but I was naming her after
my Aunt Ingrid who I respected alot. She was the first of the children to
say something other than crying. She said "Gaaaaa!" Original it wasn't, but
right out of the womb, it was a welcome change. She had light brown looking
hair.
Next was Kelly Linda, she had deep brown hair, and was the smallest of
the group. She was also the only one of them that, other than her shortness,
looked normal, all the others, had something.
A strawberry blonde came out next, and I was more than slightly happy
that she had the same hair color as I did, but when she began to float around
the room as if wieghtless, I flipped! I decided to name her Cynthia Rose.
The first of the black girls came seventh, and she had pitch black
hair, and the lighter black skin, but still very much negro. I figured
Tracy Shannon wouyld be a good name.
Diane Deborah was the name of my eigth girl, the second black, but
Diane had blonde hair, while being slightly lighter skinned than her other
sibling.
Nicolette Brianna was what I named my ninth child. She had green hair.
Yes green. I was taken abck as well!
Christina Wendy was what I named #10, and she had the cutest blend of
red and brunette hair.
Rachel Melissa was what I decided to name my blonde haired 11th child,
she stunned me by coming out and exploding in flames. I began to think that
life was about to get wierd.
My 12th child I was running out of good names, and decided that
Monica sounded good for a first name, but couldn;t think of anything to back it
up, so I threw in Evelyn. She had red hair.
The thirteenth and final baby had Brown hair, and I named her Victoria
Elizabeth.
I had lived through chilcberth, but for some reason, I felt like
leaving my children. I could not get over the feeling that it was time to move
on. I made up my mind to leave, but I would at least stay for a little longer.
After a week or two at home, I realized that my life no longer had
mexcitement. I was settling down, and unless I wanted to become some dingy
old grandma, I would have to abandon the children. I decided Kate and Bob
were capable of seeing to their development, and wen to my room to pack.
While packing I heard a soft *bAmF* noise behind me. I swirreled
around ready to defend myself with my tail (I had lifted boxes that Bob could
not with it), when I saw her. She was gorgeous, but I was of course,
uninterested. "Qapla sieve dorn teuxople vaught hercle." she said. "Huh?"
I responded flatly. "Torques..." she said raising a hand, motioning me to be
patient. She took out a small mechanical item and placed it in my ear, then
she took out another and gave it to me. "Swallow it." she said. "You speak
english!" I said preparing to down the device. "No I don't" she stated "I
speak Grungarish, but that device fools your simple mind into believing that I
do. I am kidding about the simple bit, don't take offense." I didn't, and
she proceeded to explain that my next mutation would kill me, and that it would
be my lungs becoming water breathers only, but I would still be a rotten
swimmer (hey I don't go to the beach to swim!). Therefore I would be unnable
to defend against sharks and their like.
She then offered for me to come to the "Targian Moon Base" and get
restored to my manly self. I accepted without hesitation. She said "If you do
though, you cannot come back here for 5 years." "Why?" I inquired. "Wierd
Targian law, but it is recognized by the council, and if you break it then they
will break you." she explained. I accepted quickly and she took me aboard her
ship, and I gasped at how beautiful it was. It was made out of some sort of
crystaline diamond type stuff, and was absolutely incredible! "Set course to
Targ's 5th moon area." She commanded, and we were off.
Next in the series:
Series #5 The Restoration!
The other ones were:
Series #1 The Mistakes!
Series #2 The Transformation!
Series #3 The Deformation!
Series #4 The Pregnancy! (this one)
Be there!
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