I remember a TG story where a guy and his friend hit a dump and one of them holds up a pregnant belly cast to himself and it fills in for real.

Does anyone have this? I haven't been able to find it.

[align=center]Casting Call[/align]
[align=center]by Dragon, © July 2002[/align]


To Sara, who helped with ideas and encouragement. And also to Sam, who kept her up.


Fran and his friends weren't exactly bad boys, but they never much cared what kind of
trouble they got into. Mostly, they confined themselves to places that were out of the majority of people's way so they could do what they wanted without lots of adults peering after them.
This particular dusty Saturday afternoon found them walking along the old railroad track that went out of town. Now almost all eighteen and facing the prospects of what to do after high school, the mood was somber.
The boys always sat together in the back of the classes they shared and none strayed near
the front when they could help it; though some teachers insisted on alphabetical seating order. They could be found slumping in their chairs and drawing idly while the teachers droned on.
Nights and weekends, however, were theirs and they were frequently together, but when high school ended and some actually going to college, they were faced with having to split up.
"I never thought I'd say it, but damn, I wish school hadn't ended," Bobby was the first to
speak, breaking in over the sound of dirt crunching under their feet.
"Say what you want," Fran said. "I'm not the one going away to college."
"Hey, my parents are making me go. You think I want to keep going to school?"
"Not like it ain't your choice, Bobby. If you wanted to, you could just beat it out of here
and do whatever. If you had the balls, that is."
"Shut up, Fran. Not everybody can be as stupid as you."
"You shut up, jackass!" Fran stooped down and picked up a rock which he threw at
Bobby. Bobby looked wide-eyed at Fran and then started to charge him.
"HEY!" Stefan stepped in between the two. "Knock it off, you two. We don't have a
whole lot of time left together. This summer and that's it.
So let's just enjoy it while we can, okay?" Bobby and Fran stared at each other, then their expressions softened.
"Yeah, alright," Fran said.
"Besides," continued Stefan, "Bobby's lucky he had grades good enough to get into the
party school he did." The other two boys and even Bobby, laughed and walked on.
A little later, Fran spoke up again. "So what's your excuse, Mister USC?"
"What?"
"What's your excuse?"
"For going to college?"
"Yeah. Your parents ain't got money like Bobby's."
"I got a scholarship to go to USC, that's all."
"Bullshit! You did?" Ben spoke up for the first time all day.
"Yeah," Stefan said.
"For what? You're no star athlete," Fran interjected.
"No, but my grades were okay and I got a 1310 on my SAT's. I applied for a lot of
assistance and scholarships, but I still have to work this summer."
"Look at the big old brain on Stefan," Bobby interjected. "What are you gonna do when it’s filled up?"
Stefan shot Bobby a look. "Dump it out and start all over again." The group got another
laugh out of the exchange. Maybe it shouldn't have surprised anyone that Stefan had gotten some scholarships to go to USC.
He always had an answer for everything, even if he had to make it up on the spot.
He was the wet blanket of the group, though. When the going got tough and it sometimes did around Fran, he got going the other way.
They teased him for it without mercy, but he kept his mouth shut and let them have their fun at his expense.
"Shit," Fran said. "I'm the only goddamn one that hasn't got anything to do after high school. I mean, I gotta work like the rest of you shmucks, but I'm not going to college like you two and I don't have any uncle I can spend a year with in England like Ben."
"I'm gonna be working over there, too." Ben looked at his feet as he spoke.
He was usually pretty quiet, but he was even more so today.
He seemed to subscribe to the philosophy, "Speak softly and carry a big stick."
While he was good in a fight, the ladies loved his big stick too and they rarely said no to an evening's company. It was a point of some jealousy among the group and it aggravated Fran that Ben didn't like to talk about his adventures with girls.
"Yeah, but you got somewhere to go. I can't get out of this shit hole."
"I don't know why not," Stefan said. "You don't have anything holding you here."
"Where the hell else am I gonna go? My whole damn family lives here."
"So what?" Bobby asked.
"So, I ain't got no fucking uncles to go and fucking live with, dumbass!" Fran's voice
lowered back down. "All I got to do is work all day after graduation and I'm too damn poor to just pick up and move."
"You gotta start somewhere, man."
"Yeah, shut up." Fran kicked at the dirt and looked up. "Hey, have any of you ever been
here before?"
The others looked up from either the ground or Fran. They were standing on the outskirts
of what looked like an old train yard. It was obvious that trains didn't stop here, or at least make scheduled stops, but it was full of old crates and discarded junk.
They each in turn answered that they had never been there before as they walked excitedly into the midst of the crates.
"Cool," Bobby said as he kicked in the side of one of the crates.
"Yeah," Fran replied, jumping on top of a box and splintering it under his weight.
He laughed as he did it several more times, running from box to box as he crushed each one. Ben picked up a crate, which, from the weight of it, was just as empty as the ones Fran was breaking. He hefted it over his head and made a roaring noise. Then he smashed it into the ground and posed, flexing his muscles. The group laughed heartily.
"Quit your posing, Horsecock." Stefan booted Ben in the ass playfully.
Ben gave him a stern look, then broke into a fit of laughter.
"Hey guys, look at this!" Fran called. He was standing by a stack of boxes and had pulled an object off of the top of one. "It's some cast of a pregnant woman." He was holding the cast over his front and patting the large, rounded belly of the cast.
"Hey Ben, wouldn't you like to get your hands on these?" Fran reached up and cupped one of the pert, pointed breasts of the cast.
"Shut up, jerkoff." Ben picked up a rock and flung it at Fran and the front of the cast.
Fran leaped to the side, letting go of the cast and standing upright, but the casting didn't fall off.
"What the fuck, man? Shit, the way you throw I could have been impaled on that rock.
Besides, this thing's mine, I wanna break it."
"How the hell's it staying up, Fran?" Bobby asked.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You're not holding that thing any more. How the hell is it staying on you?"
"What?" Fran looked down and wiggled his body. The cast followed his motions exactly,
some how attached to his body.
"Quit fucking around, Fran," Stefan said.
"Who's fucking around? This goddamn thing is stuck!" Fran pulled at the cast, but it was
firmly attached to his body and not even his shirt pulled away from him as he tugged at the cast.
Ben just stared as Bobby spoke up again. "How the hell can it be stuck? It's just some
piece-a-crap."
"I don't know, dammit! It's fucking stuck!" Suddenly, Fran's mouth jolted open and his
hands flew to the belly of the cast as his eyes opened-wide. He felt as though he had just been slugged in the stomach, and instead of rebounding off him, the fist had continued into his body and clenched his organs in its grip.
Fran gulped hard as he fought not to puke up his breakfast.
"Shit, Fran… quit fucking around already. You're scaring me." Stefan was already
beginning to back away as though a fight were starting up.
"What the hell's going on, Fran?" Bobby yelped.
"Ugh," Fran moaned. "It's like somebody punched me and I can feel it
all through my
body." Fran moaned again, this time as a different sensation overtook his
senses. A tingling
pressure built up in his balls, and a highly pleasurable sensation boiled
through his pelvis.
"Somebody " Fran gasped. "Somebody help me. Get some help. Somebody do
something!"
Stefan and Bobby did the only thing they could think of, they ran.
Ben turned his head
and looked confused at their fleeing backs as they ran, hopefully, for some
help. Ben himself
slowly edged towards Fran. "I'm staying with you, buddy. Just hang on."
"Aaauggghhh!" Fran screamed. His cock was erect and straining at his
pants even as his
balls pulled up into his body. His testicles slithered back into his body
cavity as his sac pulled up
tight against his skin and filled liquidly with tissue.
Fran fell into Ben's arms as his penis began to retract into his
body. Pressure built within
his tip even as his member shrank and pulled into a hyper-sensitive nub
which rubbed achingly
against her briefs.
"What's wrong?" Ben asked.
"My cock It's gone. I can feel it, it's gone!" Fran's voice
squeaked and rose to a
higher pitch as she spoke.
"What are you talking about, man? Things like that don't just
happen!"
Fran, standing under her own power again, grabbed Ben's hand and,
bumping against the
round swell of the pregnant-belly cast, thrust it into her crotch. Ben
opened his palm into the
flatness of Fran's groin and felt around.
"Stop that, goddamn it!" Fran was blushing furiously, though not
because she was
embarrassed, but because Ben's hand was driving her crazy stimulating her
clit.
"Sorry!" Ben pulled back his hand.
Fran groaned as his waist tapered and her jeans threatened to fall
down her legs. Luckily,
her hips groaned and cracked open wider in coordination with her rump
rounding out and
pressing into the seat of her pants, holding the jeans in place. The legs
of her pants fluttered
around thinning legs in a sudden breeze that kicked up dust from the
ground.
As twin pressures welled up in Fran's chest, she arched her back and
allowed her head to
roll back. It felt as though her scalp were stretching as her
short-cropped brown hair began to
lengthen. Years of hair growth happened in just a few moments, framing
Fran's softening facial
lines and higher cheekbones. Her full, pouty lips parted gently and drew
in shallow, shuddering
breaths as her nipples swelled and mounds of soft flesh piled forth into
small, pert breasts.
Fran panted and fell forward into Ben's arms as the transformation slowed
and stopped. Her
breasts hung loosely inside her shirt and bumped the material of the cast
when she breathed.
Ben's strong arms wrapped around Fran's new, thin frame and held her tight
until she caught her
breath and pushed away from him violently.
"Get your hands off me!" Fran screamed. "Goddammit! I'm not one of
your Saturday
night conquests!"
"Fran, I... I mean, it wasn't like that. Did you just want to fall in
the dirt?"
"As opposed to being hugged by you while this fucking cast is stuck to
my body? Fuck
yeah!" As Fran was screeching the words, the cast began to slip loose of
her body and crashed to
the ground, shattering into several large pieces. "Good goddamn
riddance!" she screamed as she
ground the ill-fitting heel of her shoe into one of the pieces.
Ben scanned up and down Fran's shapely body with his eyes. Though
they weren't cut for
a woman, Fran filled out her old jeans nicely, and though it was twisted in
anger and confusion,
her face flickered beautifully in the shadow of her gently wind-blown hair.
"Stop looking at me like that!" Fran kicked Ben in the shin and lost
her shoe.
"I'm sorry, Fran. I--"
"AAUUUGGGHH!!" Ben was interrupted by Fran's scream of anguish. She
sank to her
knees amid shards of the broken cast. She covered her crotch with her
hands and squeezed her
breasts together with her arms as though she were posing for a nude photo,
but her eyes were
screwed shut and she winced in pain.
"What's wrong, Fran!?"
"I don't know. It just Like someone just shoved a baseball bat up
there."
"Up There? Your "
"Where the fuck do you think, idiot?" Fran panted again as the pain
subsided, but the pain
was soon replaced by a shrinking feeling located within her pelvis. The
sensation shrank, and
shrank into an infinitesimal ball, then exploded forth as a thunderbolt of
pleasure and electricity,
filling her entire being.
When the shock of her first, very intense female orgasm had subsided,
Fran felt a strange
pressure welling within her: a strange rolling sensation as though a golf
ball were beginning to be
wound within her now most secret self. Over and over it turned, winding,
becoming larger. Fran
arched her back and pushed her hips forward on instinct, and relaxed as the
ball slowed and
stopped.
"What the hell ?" she panted and looked down at her body. Her
feminine body stared
her back in the face, taunting her and preparing for the final insult. The
golf ball that had wound
itself up in her body was gone, serving only to make the conditions ripe
inside. A new, tiny spark
pinged into existence within her fleshy womb and began to expand.
Fran's stomach clenched and she emptied its contents onto the ground
as the new entity
grew past its first months of life, and kept growing. Meanwhile, the
pressure built up underneath
Fran's skin and threatened, she felt, to make her explode until her body
could take no more and
began to bulge outward. At first, it was barely noticeable, but as it grew
and bulged her body
more, she could feel its presence in the absence of slack in her jeans.
A moan escaped Fran's lips as her belly bulged more and more, pressing
tightly at her
pants and causing the zipper to begin to slip downwards slightly as the
denim button loop creaked
with the sound of stretching fabric. Fran gasped and clenched and
unclenched her abdominal
muscles instinctively, her body trying to rid her of this internal
pressure, as her belly swelled
liquidly. Finally, the button of her jeans gave out and popped open
forcefully as her hips were
forced wider by the weight of the life within her womb. The zipper then
began to slide down
easier with slow, jerky movements the rounder Fran's belly became.
Ben gaped, wide-eyed as he watched Fran's belly grow heavy and
pregnant. When her
jeans popped open, Ben was afforded a view of the skin of Fran's stomach,
poking out above, and
stretching the waistband of, her white, male briefs. "Oh my god," he
whispered as he stepped
back from the remains of the pregnancy cast.
"Aaahhhh, Aaaaah, " Fran's voice rose as she whimpered plaintatively,
the pressure
growing too much for something else yet again, and her belly button popped
outward suddenly.
Meanwhile, her breasts had been burning and aching painfully as they
expanded, filling with fatty
tissue and preparing to feed another being.
Fran held her hands under her belly and supported it as her rapid
pregnancy came to a halt
around the seventh month. The cast, had it not been smashed, would have
fit perfectly over her
heavy breasts and even around her enormous stomach. Fran's tears of
sadness and helplessness
streaked down her soft cheeks, and for a few long moments she only knelt in
the dirt and sobbed.
"Look at me," Fran cried. "I'm a girl. How the hell could this
happen?" Fran's hand was
positioned flat in her crotch; her male genitals were definitely gone. She
looked down at her
pendulous belly and slid her hand up its slope. It seemed like hours until
her hand came into view
at the crest, underneath her stretched shirt. Fran didn't notice Ben as
she pulled up her shirt so
that her stomach was exposed; he was blushing furiously, but couldn't bring
himself to look away.
He just continued to watch as Fran's face suddenly deepened into curious
confusion.
"Oh god... It just moved," Fran whimpered. "There's a baby in there.
I'm not just fat,
I'm pregnant! There's a baby in my stomach, it's alive, and I'm
pregnant!" There was a long
pause. "Oh man, oh man, oh man... It's moving again. It feels so
weird..."
The amazement was evident on Fran's face as she looked down at
herself, and the tears
came to a sniffling stop. Ben's stunned immobility was finally ebbing and
he considered moving
forward and putting his arms around his now female friend to comfort her.
Fran looked up at him
for a moment and put her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. Ben
couldn't help but
admire Fran, even with her cry-worn red eyes and tear-streaked face. He
moved forward finally
when Fran put her hands on the ground in front of her and tried to raise
herself off the ground
unsuccessfully; her round belly now carried too much weight. Ben offered
Fran his hand only to
have it slapped away, so he stood back and watched. Fran pushed up off her
knees as much as
she could and then worked her foot out so that it sat flat on the ground.
All the time pushing at
the ground with her hands, she worked her other foot under her, pulled her
weight back over her
feet, and then slowly pushed herself into a standing position.
"What's so damn, funny?" Fran panted.
Ben's hand was over his mouth, but it was obvious he was being
unsuccessful at
suppressing a smile. "You are, dammit. You struggling up like that."
Fran smacked his shoulder with an open hand. "I'm pregnant, jerk!"
Ben broke into laughter as he turned his shoulder into the weak blow.
"I know, but I
offered you a hand up."
"Stop laughing, dammit! What am I going to do? I can't go home like
this!"
"I think some of my sister's old clothes would fit you," Ben continued
to chuckle.
"Be serious!"
"I am being serious. I'm sure Cheryl had some clothes that would
probably fit you. You
can't go around wearing that." Ben pointed at Fran's open jeans and she
looked down. She
grunted in frustration and bent her body around to look at her pants.
She sighed. "Okay. I guess that's a start. Let's go."
Fran waddled forward, her legs bowed out as she tried to walk around
the rich swell of
her belly. Ben looked after her for a minute and bit back a hearty laugh
as Fran's hand went
instinctively to her back to support her as she walked. Ben was sure to be
in control of himself
before he caught up to Fran.


"Okay. The house is clear." Ben came around the tall hedge where
Fran insisted she hide
while he made sure that no one was home.
Ben admired Fran's new voice as she squeaked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I checked every room from the basement to the attic."
"Alright." Ben followed slowly behind Fran as she ambled around the
hedge, into the
house and up the stairs. When they reached his sister's unused room, she
sat heavily on the bed
and let out a deep sigh of relief. Ben opened the closet and let Fran look
inside. "You pick
something. I don't care."
Ben looked at Fran briefly and turned to the closet. Fran mentally
slapped herself as she
found herself staring at Ben's wide, muscular back and his sculpted ass.
She turned away in
internal disgust. After a moment, Ben thrust his hand in and brought out
one of his sister's large
dresses, which he showed to Fran.
"That's ugly," she said.
"Well, you're gonna have to pick something because you've obviously
got more taste than
I do now."
Fran glared at Ben for the obvious jab. "Give me a hand up, asshole."
Ben took Fran's hand and pulled her to standing off the bed. She
walked slowly over to
the closet and looked through with a strangely appraising eye. Eventually,
she decided on a large
dress that she felt was less objectionable.
Fran turned her head and looked at Ben who was laying on the bed
looking at the ceiling.
She shrugged and pulled off her t-shirt, her breasts falling heavily back
to her chest. Fran looked
down at her achingly round body, and cupped the round, full breasts that
she would have admired
in a woman previous to today. Today they were a heavy, joggling nuisance.
She frowned at the
nipples standing out from her breasts in the air-conditioned house and
pinched one.
Fran shivered.
It hurt a little, but it also shot a shiver of pleasure running down
her spine and through her
clit. Fran gaped for a moment as the fresh memories of her first female
orgasm came flooding
back, but she scrunched her face and tried to reign in her body. For a
moment, Fran thought she
could feel her penis between her legs, erect and throbbing at her jeans.
In that moment, she lost
sight of her bulging female body and pushed off her pants and underwear
awkwardly. Her hand
floated gently into her groin, the phantom appendage shrinking fluidly into
her body until her
fingers brushed over the hard, round nub of her feminine center.
"Shit," Fran spat.
"You know, Fran... I was thinking that you shouldn't have-- Jesus!"
Ben had sat up and
now was staring at Fran's naked backside.
Fran was startled and spun around wildly. "What!?"
"Oh for god's sake!" Ben covered his eyes with his hand and looked
away. "I thought
you were still trying to pick something out!"
"You scared the shit out of me, man!" Fran's hand went to her chest
and collided head on
with a breast. She scowled at it and moved her hand up on her chest over
her wildly thumping
heart.
"Put something on, please!" Ben declared.
"Snap out of it, Ben. It's not like this is anything you haven't seen
before." Fran put her
hands on her hips in a posture of annoyance.
"Not on you, I haven't! Not pregnant, I haven't!"
"Geez, take your hand off your eyes, you big baby. I don't give a
shit if you look at me.
We're gonna find a way to get this reversed, and when we do, it won't
matter what you saw."
Ben slowly took his hand from his eyes and turned his head back to Fran.
She took her hands off
her hips and put one immediately on her back. Ben gulped as he allowed his
eyes to float up from
Fran's feet, up her legs and over her protruding belly, quickly over her
breasts and finally stopping
on her face, by which time his penis was beginning to press at the crotch
of his pants.
"What do you think?" Fran waved her free hand down her body.
Ben gulped again and stammered, "I, uh... Well I..."
"Forget it, weirdo. I don't want to know what you think," Fran added
quickly. She
sighed heavily, looking down at her breasts again. "I guess I need a bra
for these things."
"Oh, um..." Ben shot up from the bed and started rummaging through a
chest of drawers
sitting against the wall facing away from Fran. "Uh, here you go." He
held out a large bra and
tried to avoid looking at Fran.
Fran held it up by the two straps and looked at it for a long time
before sliding it on. She
tried to reach back and fasten the bra, but the ensuing struggle just made
the fabric rub over her
nipples and started to make her squirm.
"Help me fasten this goddamn thing, Ben!" she cried in frustration.
Ben blushed as he pulled the bra tight and hooked it in the back while
Fran adjusted
herself in the front. "How's that?"
"It's fucking tight, but," Fran bounced lightly on the balls of her
feet, "It's better than
letting them bounce all over the place."
"Why don't you finish getting dressed while I, uh, go to the
bathroom?"
"Need to jerk off?"
"What!? No! I gotta go to the bathroom."
"Shit, you might as well do the deed while you're in there. You got a
major hard-on
going on down there, you sick bastard."
"Jesus, Fran. It ain't like that."
"No, I believe you, Ben. I'd be turned on, too, if there was a fat,
naked, pregnant woman
in MY sister's room. Get out, sicko. Go jerk off, and I'll meet you
downstairs." Ben evacuated
the room gratefully and Fran slammed the door behind him.


Ben was sitting on the couch with his hand over his face in thought
when he heard Fran
coming down the stairs. He watched as she held onto the banister,
waddling down the stairs.
The dress she had put on actually flattered her even though it looked a
little tight over her belly.
Ben suddenly realized that he found her beautiful. Even as he thought that
he couldn't have sex
with her, he knew that he would rather get to know her more.
"She's not a girl," he chided himself. "That's my friend Fran in
there and we're going to
find a way to make her a man again."
Meanwhile, Ben's attention had not gone unnoticed and Fran felt
flattered. She smoothed
the borrowed dress, running her hands down her sides, and actually felt a
twinge of
disappointment when Ben turned away suddenly. It allowed her to realize
just exactly what she
was doing. She paused on a step and straightened her posture as much as
she could and looked
down at the steps as she continued to descend them.
"I don't understand what's happening," Fran told herself. "I don't
feel any different
Except for Dammit, Ben doesn't want me like this. Neither do I. I want
to change back."
Finally, Fran lowered herself onto the couch using the arm rest and
exhaled deeply. Ben
had to make a conscious effort to tease her. He said, "What the hell took
you so long? I been
down here for an hour."
"Every time I got to the top of the goddamn steps, I had to go to the
bathroom again,
shithead." The swear names didn't feel right coming out of Fran's mouth,
and she felt sorry she
had said them when Ben got up from the couch and began pacing.
"Anyway," he said, "what are we gonna do? I don't think you should
have smashed that
cast. I think it had something to do with why you changed."
"Ya think?" Fran scolded.
"Yeah, I think we need to go get that thing and bring it back here.
Maybe put it back
together."
"Put it back together? What are you crazy? How do you know if you
touch that thing it
won't turn you into this, too?" Fran flipped her hand, indicating the huge
swell that rose and fell
with her measured breathing.
"We have to take the chance, Fran. Maybe if we knew something about
it "
"Ugh Whatever. Look, I can't go back out there. It's too hot and
I'm too tired. It just
about took all the strength I had to get here the first time, much less a
round trip."
"Okay. Why don't you take a rest and I'll go back out and get the
cast?"
Fran sighed heavily. She should have been able to go, and she wanted
to go, but her
pregnancy weighed heavy on her small frame. The thought that her frame had
not been created
that way failed to cross her mind. "Go on then," she said and started to
lay herself down on the
couch.
"Not here!" Ben said, lifting Fran back up to a sitting position.
"What?" Fran looked up into Ben's eyes.
"You I mean, my parents could be home at any time. You should rest
in my room."
"It's above the garage! I don't know if I want to do another set of
steps."
"They won't go in there. My room's a mess and they don't like to look
at it, or even get
close to it."
Fran sighed. "Okay. Help me up."
Ben took Fran's hands and helped to raise her off of the couch.
Without quite noticing, he
took her hand as she started up the outside steps to his room, and walked
close behind her. Fran
noticed at the top of the stairs her delicate hand comfortable in Ben's
strong grip. She squeezed it
briefly, then threw it off in disgust at herself.
Ben's room *was* a mess. There were only patches of walkable space
besides the path to
his bed. Piles of motor magazines and porno, papers, metal bits from cars
or motorcycles, stacks
of useless shit that would be better off in the trash. Ben blushed as they
picked their way carefully
past the porno, he hadn't realized that he'd just left it out like that and
he hoped that Fran
wouldn't judge him for it. To his immediate chagrin, Fran picked up a copy
and flipped it open,
scanning the pictures.
"Shit. Nothing." Fran threw the magazine at the wall.
"What?" Ben asked.
"They're all pretty, but it just didn't stir anything, you know,
downstairs."
"Oh. Heh, heh " Ben chuckled nervously and took a step back. "So,
uh, I'll be back."
"Okay. Take a bag."
"A what?"
"A bag, dummy. For the pieces."
"Oh, shit. Right. Err," Ben looked around. "Okay. Yeah, there's
probably one in the
kitchen. I'll be back soon."
Fran rolled her eyes and lay back on the bed, watching Ben retreat
over the top of her
belly. She sighed and relaxed, cupping her hand under her stomach as she
looked up at the
ceiling. Fran forcibly shook all the thoughts she deemed girly from her
head, and tried to think
about manly things. When it didn't work, she reached over the edge of the
bed and picked up
another porno mag which she flipped through slowly, but with disinterest.
The smell of Ben's
room was all around her as her mind drifted lazily towards sleep.
Thoughts of strong men like,
and including, Ben haunted her wakeful unconsciousness just before she fell
asleep.
After a while, Ben returned to his room and looked in on Fran. He
watched her sleep
peacefully for a few long moments. He admired her even as she wriggled,
seemingly
uncomfortably on top of the sheets, her mouth hung open. He felt a bit
better about thinking
about her in this way while she wasn't conscious. Ben smiled at her and
quietly shut the door,
heading back down the stairs.


Fran awoke with a start, but the victim of cumulative effect. She was
being kicked from
the inside, and she put her hand over her belly at the source. Soon, she
felt the movement then
the kick, one just before the other. "Oh my god. Wow," she said and just
lay amazed at the
feeling of the baby moving within her. Finally, she looked around,
realizing that she was in Ben's
room. The curtained windows let in a few feeble rays of the waning sun,
but it was mostly dark
within the room.
Her stomach grumbled at her as Fran pushed herself up and slid her
legs off the bed in the
dimness. She had only eaten breakfast late that morning, and that had been
evacuated as the
morning sickness of the early stages of her pregnancy had flown by in
seconds. Fran wondered
what she would have to do to get something to eat, but was dreading what
seemed to be
inevitable, which was leaving Ben's room and going to get some. "Light
comes first," she
thought. "No way I can navigate out of here in the dark in my state.
Fran remembered a lamp on Ben's bedside table on the other side of the
bed from when
they had come in the afternoon. She crawled over the bed and groped for
the lamp, eventually
managing to turn it on, and was immediately surprised by a styro take-out
box. Opening the box
revealed a big, cold meatball sub, cut into two halves. "Oh, yes!" Fran
said aloud and took out a
half of the sandwich and began to eat happily.
Fran licked her fingers clean as she finished the large sandwich, then
ran them through the
sauce that had dripped out into the box as she ate. She licked her fingers
again, relishing the
sweet taste of the marinara from her thin, lady-like fingers. "Mmmm," she
said, laying back on
the bed and tossing the box into the room. Ben wouldn't care. "God that
was good. Hit the
spot, too." She sighed and relaxed briefly before a familiar pressure made
itself heard.
"Not again with the bathroom " she moaned.
Fran pushed herself heavily off the bed and made her way along the
path around the bed
into the small, grungy bathroom that had been built onto Ben's room. She
looked sullenly at the
toilet, put the seat down, then began hitching up her dress. Pushing down
her male briefs, Fran
lowered herself down onto the seat, supporting herself on the edge of the
sink with her free arm,
and let go. She had decided that wearing someone else's bra was one thing,
but wearing Cheryl's
old panties would be totally different, even clean. Though they fit much
too tightly, Fran had put
her own underwear back on, and she held on to them now as she hefted
herself up; she'd learned
that lesson the hard way.
Ben was waiting for her on the bed when Fran emerged from the
bathroom, and she
blushed shyly at having show this sign of human weakness as a girl. "Did
you like your
sandwich?" Ben asked, blushing even more.
"Oh, yeah. I was so good, thanks for getting it for me. I didn't
want to go out."
"Yeah well, I know it's your favorite, so I went to Charlie's and got
you one."
"How did you know it's my favorite?" Fran asked, sitting on the bed
next to Ben.
"I seen you order it a million times, Fran. It's just-- I knew you
liked 'em is all."
"Thanks, Ben. I don't know what I would have done today without you.
Being like this...
It's hard enough as it is without being alone."
"Oh it's okay, Fran, I just did what anybody else--" Ben stood up and
took a couple of
steps away. "Fran, we gotta think of what we're gonna do. You can't just
hide out here forever,
'cuz I'm gonna go to England soon, and eventually somebody's gonna notice a
pregnant lady
coming and going from my room."
Fran's face darkened. "Yeah. Oh, hey! Did you get the cast?"
Ben continued to face away from Fran. "No. It was gone when I got
there."
"GONE!?" Fran would have bolted right off the bed if she had been
capable of such
sudden movements. "What the hell are you talking about gone!?"
"It just wasn't there, Fran." Ben turned around, his face was taut
with fear and
apprehension. "The cast, all the crates we busted, they were all gone.
Like somebody cleaned up.
I only found a few tiny pieces of the cast where you stomped on it with
your foot."
"Oh god, Ben," Fran put her face in her hands and leaned forward,
straddling her belly
with her wide-spread legs. "What the hell am I gonna do, Ben? I can't
stay like this! What about
when it's time to, you know, to... You know?" She looked up at Ben with
tearing eyes and made
waving motions down her belly with her hands.
Ben caught on quickly. "Oh! Oh, geez. Shit, I forgot about that.
Oh man..."
"Yeah!" Fran nodded aggressively. "I don't wanna... You know..." she
choked on the
words, "Give birth... But there's a *real* baby in there and it's gotta
come out sometime."
"Oh god, Fran. I'm sorry." Ben sat on the bed and wrapped his arms
around Fran,
pulling her in tight. In turn, she moved in close and embraced her friend
back. "I... I brought the
pieces I did find, if... if you wanna see 'em," he said into her ear
softly.
Fran pushed back gently and wiped her face with her hand. "Yeah. Let
me see."
Ben reached under the bed and pulled out the large black garbage bag
that he had taken
with him to the trainyard. It was weighted at the bottom by several small
pieces of the cast, and,
as garbage bags go, it looked pathetic with so little in it. Ben put the
bag on the bed and folded it
up so that the small, black cast pieces could be seen. Fran looked at them
for a moment, then
picked up the largest in the collection. She rubbed its smooth surface
between her thumb and
index finger and turned it over and over.
"Wait. What's that?" Ben took control of the piece and turned it
over. There was a
"'99" etched into the inside surface. "Well, we know about when it was
made," he frowned.
"Maybe whoever made it is in town and they could tell us who they made
it for," Fran
perked up.
"Yeah, maybe. I'll get us a phonebook and we can look through for
places to call
tomorrow. Everything'll probably be closed already."
"Cool."
Ben and Fran sat up for hours flipping through a phonebook looking for
places that might
have made a cast of a pregnant woman's front, book marking the ones they
thought would be
likely hits and only pausing for Fran's frequent trips to the bathroom.
Eventually, it became a bit
of a joke between them and they stopped blushing like schoolchildren each
time Fran emerged
from the bathroom. Once, she even came out with her dress purposely half
tucked into her briefs,
scratching her ass, and ambling like a man with a beer belly and a hangover
who had just woken
up on the kitchen floor and was headed for the living room, where at least
there was some carpet.
Together, they laughed riotously and throughout the rest of the night
whenever one would get the
giggles, the other couldn't help but join in.
"Shit. I can't look at this phonebook any more," said Ben and dropped
the book onto the
floor in the path. "I'm goin' to bed." He rolled over onto the other side
of the bed and shifted
around to make himself comfortable. It was a moot point since he found
himself suddenly on the
floor.
"You can't sleep here!" Fran said.
"What? Why? It's my damn bed!" Ben sat up and looked at Fran.
"'Cause I'm your goddamn friend Fran, not some chick you just rolled
off."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I don't want to wake up with you humping me, dammit!"
"What the fuck, man? I'm not some animal! I don't just hump shit!"
"Yeah, well, I'm scared!" Fran began to weep again. "I... I don't
wanna be some girl
An' And I don't "
"Fine. No, that's fine, Fran," Ben said sarcastically. "I'm gonna
sleep on the couch in the
basement and hope that my parents don't ask me why if they find me there in
the morning, 'cause
I don't know how I'm gonna explain why I can't sleep in my own room." He
began walking
purposefully towards the door.
"Wait! Don't leave me alone!" Fran called after him.
Ben stopped and paused before whipping around. His face was set and
he was ready to
lay into Fran, but as he looked at her face, his resolve dissipated and his
expression softened.
After a long pause, he sighed, "Where do you want me to sleep?"
"On the floor?" she sniffled.
Ben sighed heavily and walked up the path to the bed. Fran handed him
a pillow, and he
lay down on the floor. "G'night, Fran."
"Thank you, Ben."
"Mmhmm," Ben muttered.

The next day, Fran and Ben made the rounds calling places that might
have made the cast.
Some places thought that they had just had a great idea and would think
about offering it in the
future; others wondered if they were nuts. All in all, it was an
unsuccessful day, but Ben decided
it would offset some of the failure if they got Fran some clothes that were
hers.
"Alright, you just get me some stuff you like and--" Fran started.
"No," Ben interrupted assertively. "You're coming with me. You're
gonna pick stuff out
yourself and try it on. If you like it, we'll bring it back."
"But, I don't want to--"
"No," Ben interrupted again. "You are not hiding here all day.
You've got to go out in
public."
Fran's shoulders slumped. "Okay. Let's get it over with, then."
Ben borrowed his parents' car, and took Fran out shopping. She kept
her head down
mostly because she didn't want to make eye contact with someone she knew,
in case they
recognized her. Ben tried to explain that the people Fran knew would not
assume that just
because she looked like her old self that the Fran they knew had been
turned into a pregnant
woman, but she persisted and Ben decided to pick his battles from then on.
Before they got back to his place, Ben had wanted to pick up lunch
someplace. Fran
absolutely refused to set foot in any kind of restaurant and argued him
down to a fast food drive-
through. By the time they got back to his house, Fran's food and part of
Ben's portion had gone
into Fran's stomach. Ben scowled at her, but wasn't really angry or
disappointed. In fact, he was
happy to see Fran eat so much. He laid the bags of Fran's new bras,
panties, and maternity
dresses on the bed and set about eating what was left of his lunch. Fran
pulled some of her stuff
out of the bag, removed the tags, and began to pull up her dress.
"Fran! Bathroom, please " Ben said with a mouthful.
Fran cocked her head at him then went into an impression of her drunk
guy. "You
weren't this shy last night."
They laughed together again, and Ben spoke up when the laughter
subsided. "But you
were exactly that shy out there. How come you can strip in front of me,
but you can't even look
up in public?"
"You're my friend, Ben. You're even the only one who stayed and
watched me while I
turned into this. Nobody else would even understand, so what does it
matter if you see me
naked?"
"You wouldn't let me sleep in my own bed last night because you were
afraid I'd hump
you in my sleep, Fran. You know? Which is it? Things have changed.
You're not the same as
you've always been. Francis is gone, you're I dunno Francessca now. At
least for the time
being."
"I hate that name."
"Which name?"
"Francessca. Don't call me that."
"Fine, but what are we gonna do, Fran? I'm leaving for England soon
and then you'll be
on your own." Fran sat down heavily on the bed next to Ben and there was a
long pause where
they neither said anything nor looked at each other.
"Unless I come with you." Fran had turned and looked at Ben with a
hopeful expression.
"Come with me? You can't come with me I don't have the money. What
about your
family?"
"I can't stay here. I'm afraid to go out in public because I don't
want someone to
recognize me; there are too many people here who know me. There's nothing
for me here. Let
me come with you, we'll find a way to get the money together. I'll write
my parents a letter
saying that I'm going somewhere else. They'll understand. They won't
care! C'mon, it could
work!"
Ben was pondering the plan that Fran had laid out when his mother
called from the bottom
of the steps, "Benjamin!?"
"Stay here," Ben whispered and went out the door. "What?" he said.
"Your friend Stefan called. He wants you to call back."
"Okay, thanks." He turned to go back inside, but his mother caught
him.
"Did you fill up the car?"
"Huh?" Ben turned around again.
"Did you get gas for the car?"
"Oh. Yeah."
"I hope you did, or you can't use it until you get back from England."
"I did, ma."
"Okay."
Ben went back into his room, shut the door and sighed. Fran was in
the bathroom.
"Changing or pissing," Ben thought. "I'd better call Stefan back."

"Hello?" Stefan answered the phone.
"Hey, Stefan, it's Ben."
"Oh, hey Ben. Listen, err, is Fran okay?"
Ben thought frantically. He couldn't tell him the truth, but he could
tell him what he
already thought. Ben laughed hysterically. "You shoulda seen the look on
you guys' faces!
Hahaha Fran really got you guys good."
Stefan growled, but it was just like Fran to do something like that.
"Heh, heh, Yeah, he
really got us. You were in on it?"
"Oh yeah You think I'm gonna stand there and act dumb while my friend
is in trouble?"
Stefan's voice paled. He and Bobby had run away. "Heh. No way,
man. I kinda thought
you were in on it."
"Yeah. So what's up?"
"Nothing really. I just wanted to make sure that Fran was okay. His
parents said they
haven't seen him."
"Huh," Ben replied. The excuse was already there, he just had to make
it real. "I haven't
heard from him either. I wonder where he is?"
"Dunno, but if you see him and you guys wanna hang out tonight, come
on over."
"Alright. Cool."
"Okay, bud. Take it easy."
"Yep. Later."
Fran waddled out of the bathroom in some of her new clothes just as
Ben hung up the
phone. "What was that all about?"
"That was Stefan. He wanted to know how you were."
Fran got wide-eyed. "How did he know I was here? Did you tell him!?"
"No, no He said he called your place and your parents said they
hadn't seen you. I told
him that you were just jerking them around yesterday and that I hadn't seen
you either." Ben
watched Fran as she walked towards the bed again. "Those look nice."
Fran looked down, unavoidably at her bulge, and smoothed her hands
over the dress.
"Thanks. You know what's funny is I kinda like it. I mean, I shouldn't
But I do."
"It suits you."
"Okay, enough of that."
"Yeah, Yeah. Um. Look, I told Stefan I hadn't seen you and your
parents haven't seen
you, so I think the time is right for you to write that letter to them
saying you're leaving. I'll
sneak it over there tonight and see if I can get some of your stuff if you
want it. What about your
work?"
"Let 'em hang, but wait. Where am I gonna go?"
"You're coming with me to England."

Late that night, Ben came back to his room with a garbage bag of
Fran's things, including
the money that she had told him how to find. He had no more opened the
door before Fran was
on top of him. She kissed him passionately, rubbing her naked, pregnant
body all over him. Ben
dropped the bag of Fran's stuff and wrapped his arms around her, kissing
back. Together they
backed down the path to Ben's bed, and Fran had his pants open before the
back of her knees
touched the bed.
"Gumphh " Ben snapped out of the frantic daze he was in and gently
pushed himself
back. "Fran! What are you doing?"
Fran looked shocked and disappointed for a moment, then it seemed to
dawn on her that
she had practically humped Ben's leg like a dog as he had come in the
door. She sat heavily on
the bed and looked as though she would cry. As she looked up at Ben, her
eyes passed over his
raging erection beneath his boxers. "Oh god!" she wailed and buried her
face in her hands,
weeping openly.
"Fran What the I mean "
"Please pull your pants back up," she sobbed, warm tears streaking
quickly down her
cheeks.
"What? Oh geez!" Ben bent down and pulled up his pants where they
had slipped around
his ankles. He turned around briefly and zipped them up, then he sat
beside Fran and put his arm
around her. She buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around
him. "What's going
on, Fran?"
"I... I don't know," she choked. "While you were gone, I was sitting
here on your bed. I
didn't, you know I wasn't thinking about anything. I was just sitting
here staring down at
myself. I don't know how long What time is it?"
"Eleven."
"Christ, I must have sat here for an hour just staring down at myself,
and And just
before you pulled up, I was talking to it Er Him Er Talking to my
belly!" Fran looked
up pleadingly into Ben's eyes. "God, Ben! I talked to the baby, and it
was moving, and it was
like he was responding to me, and he kicked, and I could feel him move and
Oh god, it was so
strange and wonderful and confusing. And then you pulled up. I heard the
car in the driveway
and I just got this urge Every part of my body started to tingle, and I
was all horny and I just
wanted to feel you your hands "
Ben didn't speak a word as Fran buried her face in his chest again, he
just cradled her head
in his arms and stroked her hair. He stared apprehensively into his
bathroom, knowing that he had
been very close to fulfilling her wish. He wanted her badly, and the only
thing that had really
stopped him was a strange part of his brain that said, "Not like this."
Fran's words were muffled and quiet and her tears soaked into Ben's
shirt. "I got
undressed," she paused. "I got up and I pulled off all my clothes and
threw them over there," she
pointed without looking up, but Ben didn't look. "I threw them over there,
and I waited for you
to open the door and I threw myself at you."
Ben remained silent until Fran's sobs abated, her weight comfortable
in his arms. "Fran,"
he said finally, "I think we need to face the fact that you may never be a
man again. Whatever just
happened, it's bound to be a part of what's happened to you and now it's a
part of you. The cast,
or whatever did this, changed you. It changed your mind too, and I
understand why. Fran,
you're a woman and never more so than now. You'll need those instincts to
be a mother, but
they're also going to make you want what a woman wants. I think you just
need to stop fighting
what you are now."
Fran pulled up out of Ben's arms and sighed. "You're right, Ben. I'm
sorry. It's just so
confusing."
"I can't say I could do much better," Ben said, pulling Fran back into
his arms. She
wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest, closing her
eyes.

Ben's alarm went off to wake him up for work, and as he slowly opened
his eyes, he found
that he was cuddled up snugly with Fran. She had let, and indeed
compelled, him to stay in his
bed with her, and now he found himself laying on his side, his arm laying
over her and actually
nestled under her heavy breasts. Ben carefully extracted his arm and
silenced the alarm. He was a
light sleeper and apparently Fran was a heavy one; he had woken up
instantly and she only
smacked her lips.
Ben got up and went to the bathroom, and when he came back, Fran had
still not moved.
He sat down on the edge of the bed next to her and looked at his friend's
peaceful face, brushing
a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes. Ben put his hand on her naked
belly and shook gently.
Fran's eyes blinked open slowly and for a few moments they each only held
each other's gaze.
Fran took a deep, cleansing breath. "What the hell'd you wake me up
for?"
Ben chuckled. "I've got to go to work."
"And?" Fran took Ben's hand and positioned it over her belly where
she felt the baby
moving.
"And I want to talk about how we're gonna get you to England with me
when I get--
Good lord! Is that ?" Fran nodded and smiled. "Whoa."
"I know. It still freaks me out."
"Anyway My parents lock the door to the house when they go to work,
so I'm leaving
you my key. Whenever you get hungry, just let yourself in."
"Okay."
"I've got to go," Ben stood up.
"Aren't you gonna change?"
"Huh?"
"Your clothes."
"Oh. No, why bother?"
"At least change your shirt."
"Why Okay." Ben flung his shirt off and dug around in his dresser
for another one.
"Okay?" he held it up.
"Fine."
"Okay," Ben slipped the shirt over his head. "I'll try and cut out
early."
"Okay." Fran hefted herself to sitting off the bed as Ben walked out
the door. She
watched him go, then pushed herself up and waddled slowly to the bathroom.

Fran waddled slowly out of the bathroom. Once again, Ben was sitting
on the bed waiting
for her when she came out. "Good lord! It's five o'clock?"
Ben laughed. "Yep."
"Goddamn, I spent all day in the bathroom."
"Not all day, I see." Ben looked around. His room was a little
neater than he had left it.
Now, instead of random piles, there were a few more neat stacks.
"Whew!" Fran exhaled heavily as she sat back down on the bed. "Well,
I don't know
what came over me. It's such a mess in here, I just had to clean up. Of
course, it was damn hard
with this belly in my way. Couldn't bend all the way down; spent most of
my time actually sitting
on the floor... I tell you, I think I took ten minutes to get up one
time." Ben laughed at her, and
she shoved him playfully.
"Well, I see you took a shower, too." Ben pointed at the towels
hanging off the bathroom
door. "Did you get anything to eat?"
"No, I let myself starve to death. Sheesh. You think this thing
could possibly let me NOT
eat?" Fran put her hand on top of her belly.
"Okay, good."
"You know," she looked down at herself, "I haven't stopped thinking
about this all day.
You know? There's a baby curled up inside me. What will he look like? Oh
god, Ben! I hadn't
thought about that! What if it's a girl? I'm totally unequipped to handle
a girl. I've never been
one myself!"
"It's okay, Fran. Everything's gonna be okay. Nobody's ever ready to
be a parent, but
we'll find a way to handle it."
"Oh god, if it's a girl, she's gonna be so fucked up... I couldn't
help but think all day what
this baby's personality would be like, but I never once thought it could be
a girl. I mean, look
what it's done to me already! If I have this baby and it's a girl, I'm
gonna be a goddamn wreck!"
Ben put his arm around Fran's shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
"It's gonna be okay,
Fran. If you have the baby and we don't feel like you can handle it, we'll
give it up for adoption.
We'll see this through together."
Fran sighed and slumped her shoulders. After a long pause she patted
Ben's thigh and
looked over at him. "So, I guess we need to plan what we're gonna do. I
mean, how am I gonna
get to England?"
"I already figured it out. I sold my plane ticket."
"What? What are we--"
"I sold my plane ticket to buy us both tickets for a boat. I called
around while I was at
work. There's no way I can afford another plane ticket, and actually, some
airlines won't allow
pregnant women to fly in their third trimester."
"What the-- That's stupid! And how do you know I'm in my third
trimester?"
"Well, look at the size of you... You're huge. Breasts too. You seem
to be... Leaking...
Through your dress. The baby's moving... I mean, I don't know much about
pregnancy, but I
think those are pretty good reasons to think so."
Fran pulled up the front of her dress a bit and looked. There was a
dark spot where her
dress was wet, and it lined up with her breast when she dropped it back.
"Shit." Fran stayed
silent for a moment. "So we're taking a boat. Won't that take a while?"
"Yeah. A couple weeks they said. It's strictly no-frills though
because it's not a cruise
liner."
"And you already got the tickets? What are you gonna tell your
parents? Won't they be
expecting to take you to the airport?"
"Yeah." Ben looked down at the ground. "Well, I'll tell them that I
wanted to take a
cruise instead because I thought I might like to stay longer in England. I
dunno. I guess they'll
be upset or something, but they'll get over it."
The next thing Ben knew, Fran's hand was on his cheek, pulling his
face toward her. She
gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek and let him go. Ben looked
incredulously at her. "I dunno...
It just seemed like... The right thing to do," she said. "I'm sorry if
I--"
"No, no... I don't mind," Ben smiled a little shyly. "Hey, look... I
gotta use the bathroom
real bad, here. After that, I'm gonna see what's cooking for dinner, and
I'll bring you some of
that after everybody's through. Okay?"
"Alright."
"Cool." Ben got up and went into the bathroom, closing the door
behind him. He sighed
and unzipped his pants and stood for a moment. The seat was already down,
but he made a point
of making it sound as though he were sitting down. Then, one hand on the
wall and leaning over
the john, Ben let his thoughts of Fran run wild.

"I still can't believe you wouldn't book something nicer than this
thing," Ben's mother
said. She gave a slight look of disdain at the ship behind her son.
"Those plane tickets weren't
THIS cheap."
"I'm sorry, Ma. I picked this one because I'd have a little money
left over."
"We could have given you a little more money, Benjamin. You didn't
have to sell the
plane ticket we got you to travel like this."
"I'm sorry. How long until you let me forget that I sold the tickets
you bought?" Behind
Ben, Fran was waddling up the gang plank slowly, holding the guide ropes
tightly. He knew she
was back there, and he longed to help her aboard the ship. "Look," he
said, "this was the way I
wanted to travel. It's over and here we are."
"Okay, Benjamin." His mother brushed her hand through his hair and
pushed it to one
side, her emotional side was beginning to kick in. She hugged Ben
tightly. "Goodbye,
sweetheart. You be careful over there, and don't give your Uncle Frank any
trouble. Though
without that friend Fran of yours, I suspect you won't get in so much
trouble."
Ben winced inwardly. The words hurt more now than they had when she
was referring to
his male friend. Ben's dad put his hand on his wife's shoulder and
squeezed it. She took her cue
and demurred before her husband. He took his hand off and extended it to
Ben, who took it and
squeezed tightly.
"Have fun, son. Take it easy, okay?"
"I will, Dad. Thanks."
Ben's father nodded and Ben bent over to pick up a backpack that he
had stuffed with
some travel essentials. He turned his head over his shoulder, briefly
checking for Fran. When he
didn't see her, he slung his bag over his shoulder and took a last look at
his parents before
boarding the boat.
The boat trip passed uneventfully, except for Fran's brief return to
morning sickness due
to the movement of the boat. One morning, Fran was in the bathroom for a
much longer time
than usual and Ben poked his head in curiously.
"Are you okay, Fran? Have you got morning sickness again?"
Fran was standing in front of the toilet, looking down into the bowl.
She had hiked up her
maternity dress and bunched it up under her arms, but still only stood.
She looked over at Ben
briefly then went back to staring down.
"Fran Whatcha doing?" Ben was used to the spacyness by now and this
was only to
make sure that she had snapped out of it.
Fran didn't look up, but stated simply, "God, I miss my dick."

Fran looked up as there was a familiar click at the door of her hotel
room. Using the little
spare money they had left over, Ben was able to put Fran up in a hotel room
while he spent time with
his uncle. Ben said that he would only stay for a little while, just to
make his uncle feel good, then
he would say he needed his own space and he and Fran could get a cheap
apartment together. Only
a week had passed, but Fran still complained that she was alone all of the
time and Ben needed to get
out of his uncle's place soon. She was fat and uncomfortable, she
complained, another month further
along and closer to the birth.
The door swung open slowly and Ben walked in, his eyes finding Fran on
the bed. She
rested the book she was reading against her belly and smiled at him. "Hey,
Fran. How you doing
today?" Ben smiled back as he sat down at Fran's legs and looked at the
book she was reading.
"Mythological Enchanted and Magical Artifacts" the title read. "Find
anything interesting at the
library today?"
"Oh, a couple things," she picked the book up and tossed it aside. "I
still can't find any
kind of mention, past or present, of items capable of doing this sort of
thing to a person. There
are plenty of myths about pregnancy, but none of them particularly
helpful."
"I'm sure there's something out there."
"Yeah, well, I'm trying to find things on enchantments and spell
reversals. This library
just isn't very good. When I can stand to stay in that stuffy place,
though, I use the internet to
look for things."
Ben nodded. "How was the park today?"
"More people came up insisting they lay their hands on my bulge. For
chrissake! Why do
people feel this overwhelming need to put their hands all over a pregnant
woman? Women
especially will stop and talk Talk forever if I let them."
"They're just curious. It's miraculous that there's another living
being inside you."
Fran sighed. "I know. I think about it all the time... I read the
same paragraph five times
today because I started stroking my stomach and thinking about the baby."
She was stroking her
swell now without thinking about it. Ben put his hand over top of hers and
smiled. Fran looked
down at his hand and lay her other hand on top of it. "How was work?" she
asked.
"I tell you," Ben sighed, "I'm glad my uncle got me this job, but I
really don't like it all
that much " He told her all about his day, and Fran listened attentively.
" And we should be
able to get that apartment end of next week."
"Really?" Fran sat up, her eyes wide.
"Yeah. I kinda breeched the subject with Uncle Frank this week, and
he said he'd front
me the money so I could get out on my own. He was a little disappointed
that I wouldn't be
staying with him, but he knew exactly how I felt."
"Sweet!" Fran wrapped her arms around Ben ecstatically and hugged
tightly. Ben
hugged her back, and for a long time, they stayed in each other's arms.
"Ben Stay with me
tonight."
"What?" Ben slowly relaxed his hug and pulled back.
"I want you to stay with me tonight. I've been all alone here at
night for a week and I
can't take it any more. Please stay with me." Fran's eyes pleaded with
him.
"I dunno, Fran. I mean, my uncle "
"Tell him a story! Tell him you met a girl and you're spending the
night at her place!"
Fran pulled him into another embrace and put her head on his shoulder, her
voice quivering. "I
want you to stay with me."
"Alright, alright." Ben put his arms around her again and stroked her
back softly.
"Shhh I'll stay. I'll stay "

After a dinner of Chinese takeout, Ben sat in a ratty chair near the
rickety hotel table. On
it was a pile of Fran's books that she had been studying. He looked over
at her as she huffed and
groaned, turning on her side while trying to get comfortable on the bed.
He picked up one of her
books as she finally got comfortable and tugged at her silk nightie to
cover herself. Looking over
the top of the book, Ben idly watched as Fran closed her eyes and let out a
deep breath. He took
a passing interest in some strange pregnancy myths, and when he looked up
again, Fran's breath
was slow and even, her lips parted slightly.
Ben closed the book silently and placed it gently on top of the pile.
He stood out of his
chair and crossed to the other side of the bed and crawled in. At first he
was merely on the other
side of the bed, but he turned his head to look at Fran. Looking at her
soft hair flowing across her
back, he felt his heart reach out to her. He put out his hand as he turned
on his side and stroked
her hair gently, his fingers moving easily through its soft length.
Ben wondered at the strange feelings he was having; his whole chest
felt wide open, as
though an arm were reaching out through its center. He reached over with
his top hand and
brushed his fingers through her hair again, and as he pulled some of it
back over her ear he
realized with wide eyes what had happened. Through the recent trials and
enormous amount of
time they had been spending together, Ben had fallen in love with his
friend. It had transformed
into love from sexual desire as Fran grew into the body she had inherited.
He quickly tried to
deny it, to push away the feelings that he had. He fished out memories of
much thinner, more
enormous breasted women whom he'd slept with and driven to screaming in the
middle of the
night as he pounded his libido into them...
It was no use. The more Ben thought of the other women, the more he
thought of how he
felt nothing for them. The morning after was a chore, and just getting
them to leave him alone
was worse. Eventually, he had taken up not refusing a night of sex just so
the previous girl would
leave him for cheating on her.
Here was Fran, though, and he couldn't think of her as ever having
been anything but a
woman. Ben realized that he could live with nothing more in his life than
the woman currently in
bed with him. He squirmed his body closer to her -- trying not to jostle
the bed too much --
moving closer and closer until his arm rested over her round body and he
was spooning her. Fran
took a deep breath in and turned her head over her shoulder, looking at Ben
through her
peripheral vision. He held her eye until she nestled her head back into
the pillow and released her
breath as a contented sigh.

Over the next week, Fran continued to go to the park, bringing fewer
and fewer books to
read.  The size and weight of the baby had spread her hips and pelvis wide,
and with her now
tremendously pronounced waddle, walking to the library and then to the park
took a lot out of
her.  There was, of course, another reason for bringing fewer books -- Fran
found herself in
introspection more and reading less.  She might look at the same page for
ten minutes and not
read a single word, but instead watch the birds or the people and cradle
her belly in her arms.  In
fact, she would find that her mind had drifted off when she would be
startled by a woman who
simply wanted to talk to her.  A lot of those women wanted to compare
experiences and
sympathized with being startled a lot, but since Fran had only had
experience with the last couple
months of pregnancy, she frequently had to ad lib when asked about the
early stages.
This day, a young, strawberry-blonde boy dragged his mother up to Fran
by the hand and
begged her to touch Fran's belly.  The red-haired woman was wearing a long
skirt which was
stretched a little tightly over her just-beginning-to-show, pregnant belly
which sat out, accented to
the world by a crop top cut just below her breasts.  She looked inquiringly
at Fran, who nodded
slowly.
The woman spoke to fill the gap of silence as her son put his small
hand on Fran's
stomach.  "How far along are you?  I'm only just starting on number two
here."  She grinned and
patted her slight swell.
Fran didn't look up, but stared at the little boy.  "Seven or eight
months," she said
distractedly.  "Best I can tell."  Tears began to fill her eyes and her
breath began to come in heavy,
sobbing gasps.
"There, there, honey...  I know how it can be..." the woman reached
into her small purse
for a tissue and handed it to Fran while gently tugging her son away.
Fran accepted the tissue and blotted her eyes.  "I just... just never
thought it would come
this far.  I didn't think I could ever come to--"
After a long pause, the woman spoke up.  "Come to what, honey?"
"LOVE IT SO MUCH!!" Fran wailed unabashedly.
The woman sat down close to Fran and set a friendly arm about her
shoulders.
"Shhhshhh...  It's okay.  Let it all out."
"Mummy, why is the lady crying?" the boy asked, looking a little sad.
"She's just very happy," she whispered.  "Now shhh..."  The woman
pulled her son in
close to her leg and let go of his hand to wrap her other arm around Fran's
shoulders.
Fran balked at the word happy being used to describe her feelings, but
she knew in her
heart it was true.  Her life as a man had been a disaster waiting to
happen; purposelessly and
recklessly he had been careening toward void.  Now, however, in this new
place with a new life
and a purpose, she felt truly happy.  Only one thing remained of her old
life, and that was Ben.
She wondered if he could accept her now for who she had become, or if he
was still attached to
the notion of getting the old Fran back.  This was something she knew could
never happen and
had only now accepted completely, with the grim resolve of a captain going
down with the ship.
Fran hugged and sobbed against the woman's shoulders until a beeping
noise started near
her hip.  The woman picked her cell phone out of her purse and looked at
the screen.  "Oh damn.
I'm really sorry, but we've got to go."
Fran sniveled and blew her nose, the tears subsiding as the woman
stood up.  "It's okay.  I
should probably head back soon, anyway.  Thank you."
"It's okay.  And don't worry," the woman said, looking down briefly
and smiling at her
son.  "Everything's going to be okay."
"Thanks... Thank you."
The woman grunted as she picked up her son and walked away quickly.
Fran watched her
go and dabbled her eyes while her sobs shuddered to a halt.  She took a
deep breath and looked
around for a bin to toss the kleenex in without finding one.  There was a
trash can on the library's
side of the park, but that was a walk Fran didn't feel like making so she
pulled out her dress a bit
and shoved the kleenex down in her bosom.  She sighed and pushed herself
awkwardly off of the
bench.  Looking down at her protrusion, she said, "Look what you've reduced
me to...  Jamming
kleenexes into my cleavage.  I swear, when you get out..."  Fran waddled
off, talking to her baby.

"This'll be your room when you come out."  Fran stood in a small room
in the flat that she
and Ben had acquired with some help from his uncle and the British
government.  Since Ben was
working and had claimed to have a blossoming family to take care of, the
flat was able to be
sparsely furnished with a double bed for he and Fran and a crib for her
baby.  The baby's room,
however, still made Fran's sensibilities twist and bunch.  "I know... It's
kinda shitty, but I'll fix
that up as soon as I can.  Some wallpaper maybe?  Or just paint over this
color?  It gets lots of
nice light... Maybe a bright yellow color, hmm?"
Fran stroked her belly with one hand and rested the other in the small
of her back as she
paced.  Pacing seemed to be the only thing that helped take the weight off
her back.  She was
almost proud of her wide, swinging gait now.  She was doing something that
she certainly could
not have done as a man, and something that she no longer wished to give
up.  In fact, she looked
forward to spending another day with the baby in her womb and wished that
she could have had
longer with the tiny boy or girl.
Fran's stomach growled.  "Are you hungry?  Hehehe... What time is
it?"  Fran paced out
to the kitchen and looked at the time on the microwave.  "Oh, shit!  Ben's
gonna be getting off
soon, and I wanted to make him dinner.  God, I hope I remember how to make
mom's potatoes."

"Fran?" Ben walked into their apartment and shut the door, his nose
sniffing the air.
"I'm in the kitchen!" she called back.
"What's that smell?"
"I repeat: I'm in the kitchen."
Ben chuckled and started walking toward the kitchen.  "Are you cooking
dinner, then?"
"Well, trying to anyway.  I think the potatoes may be a little
crispy."
In fact, the potatoes were very crispy.  The top layer of the
casserole was discarded in
favor of the slightly more moist ones on the bottom.  Ben tasted them as
Fran sat and watched
him carefully.  "How are they?" she asked.
They were perfectly awful, but Ben ate another bite before
responding.  "It's pretty good,
Fran.  It needs... A little work, but other than that, it'll pass."
Fran took a bite of her own and swallowed only reluctantly.  "God,
you've got no taste,
Ben!"  She washed down her bite with a glass of water.
Ben laughed and ate another bite.  "Well, if it's the only thing we
have to eat, then I'll eat
it before I starve."
"Bleh!  Have mine, too, then."  Fran shoved her plate towards him.
"I'll just eat these
carrots."  She picked up a carrot and stuck it in her mouth.  "How was your
day?"
"It was okay," Ben ate slowly then looked up at Fran with the carrot
hanging out of her
mouth and crunching.  "Though it might save me some trouble later if you
wouldn't leave that
carrot in your mouth."
"What?  Does this bother you?"  Fran slid the carrot out of her mouth
through pursed lips,
and licked it up, holding it vertically.
"No, it doesn't bother me, but it sure makes my pants uncomfortable."
Ben squirmed.
"Is that so?"  Fran tilted her head and licked back down the carrot
and plunged it into her
mouth, moaning quietly.
Ben reached down and adjusted his growing erection in his pants, but
he laughed at Fran.
"I'm gonna have to keep eating this disgusting meal if you don't stop
that."
"So it's disgusting now, is it?  Well..." Fran bit slowly through the
end of the carrot in her
mouth and chewed so that she kissed the remaining length sensually.
Ben squirmed and shoveled a load of potatoes into his mouth, chewing
messily which
made Fran nearly spit out her chewed carrot.  She swallowed and laughed
loudly as he crossed his
eyes and made a silly face while he chewed.
Soon, the silliness had abated and Ben and Fran were left staring at
each other.  For her
part, Fran's body seethed with passion.  She breathed heavily and could
feel the moistness in her
crotch, her vaginal lips spread wide and her nipples standing almost
painfully erect inside her bra.
She had never felt anything like it and her expression was one of a deer
caught in the headlights.
Every inch of her aching, round body gasped its need to her; a need she
fought with waning
resistance.
Ben looked longingly into Fran's eyes and fought back every urge to
lunge across the
table and take her.  It was a look he had seen before; her body was
screaming at him, and he could
almost smell her need wafting across the table.  He stood up suddenly,
pushing back his chair and
placing his hands on the table.  Fran's breath caught and her lips parted
slightly and she quivered
as her head tilted up to look up at Ben with doe eyes.
"I've got a surprise for you," he said and whipped around, walking
tensely away from the
table.
Fran released her breath in one big sigh and allowed her eyes to
close.  Her need, with
Ben's presence, began to recede.  She knew that, had he decided to, that
she would have let him
take her right there, and she was glad for the moment that he had decided
not to.  When he
returned shaking a shopping bag, she had nearly reigned in her body.
"What's that?" she asked.
"It's your present, but you can't have it here.  Let's go for a
walk."  Ben smiled.
"Ben..." she complained.  "Come on.  I don't want a walk."
"You want this one.  You'll love it, I promise."  He held out his hand
and Fran peered at
him with a look of reluctance.  Finally, she took his hand and he helped
her up.

"You want me..." Fran said, her face full of confusion and horrified
anger.
"Yep."  Ben smiled.
"To put this on..." Fran held up the one-piece bathing suit that Ben
had pulled out of the
bag once they got to the municipal pool.
"Yep."
"And go swimming..."
"Yep."
"With you."
"Uh-huh."  Ben nodded.
"Fat chance."  Fran tossed the bathing suit back at him, which he
caught.
"C'mon, Fran.  It'll be good for you.  The water will take all the
weight off your back."
"You've got to be kidding."
"No, seriously.  When you put things in water, they feel lighter than
they actually are."
Fran whacked Ben's shoulder hard and he laughed.  "Come on, Fran...  You'll
love it.  Besides,
people are already starting to look at us."
Fran looked around and a few people turned away, faking their
disinterest in what was
going on.  She scowled at Ben and yanked the bathing suit away from him and
stalked, as
effectively as she could, away to the ladies locker room.  "Fine," she
said.

It was a long time before Fran returned to the poolside, and Ben was
dangling his feet in
the water of the shallow end by some stairs.  Fran padded carefully out and
peered at Ben, who
waved her over as he looked her up and down.  The bathing suit was, as
could be expected,
stretched tight over Fran's bulbous figure, which he felt was a compliment
to it.  Ben stood as she
approached and helped her onto the first step leading into the pool, and he
was glad that she had
accepted his offer the other night to shave her legs.  The potential
embarrassment caused by
stubbly legs could have effectively thwarted Ben's impromptu gift.
Fran sighed in contentment as she eased herself into the water, the
cool liquid holding up
her weight and even lifting her feet off the ground.  She giggled as she
fell backward slowly and
began to float.  Ben put his hand on her back and pushed her gently into
deeper water, her face
and belly poking out.  "Okay, fine.  Thank you, Ben.  This was a really
nice gift," she said.
Ben leaned in and smooched Fran's cheek.  "You're welcome.  You gonna
be alright if I
do some laps?"
"Yeah.  Have fun."
Fran floated serenely as Ben swam away.  She tried to put her hands on
her belly but
wound up starting to sink, so sufficed to let them float by her side.  Her
back felt wonderful for
the first time since she had been changed, and she wondered if Ben would
like to get a waterbed.
Fran bobbed up and down with her breath and the waves and currents of the
water, feeling her
long hair float and sway around her head.  She could hear the people
walking on the deck outside
the water and every splash inside with her ears submerged.
Fran took in a deep breath and let go of all her tension, righting
herself in the water.  She
barely had to tread water to stay upright and she looked around the pool,
finding Ben doing laps.
As she looked at his large, muscular body, she felt the same tingle in her
body that she had at the
dinner table.  This time, however, it didn't overpower her and she was able
to actually think about
the feelings she was having.  Her hand slowly caressed her bulging belly
and as she watched Ben,
it slid slowly into her crotch.
Touching her sex sent an electric thrill through Fran's body as she
floated in the warm,
comfortable water.  Her mind started wandering backwards over the events of
the past month and
a half.  She had come to accept her femininity, though that was not
something that she thought
she could have done before.  She didn't love her new gender, but her body
had seen to it that she
came to accept it.  She DID love the baby within her womb, however, and
again, her body had
taught her that.  Her body seemed to have taught her everything she needed
to know to actually
live in it.  She had abandoned her books and with them her chance, however
slim, at returning to
normal, and at the moment she could hardly imagine going back.  She had
become her body, Fran
realized.  She had grown inexorably, from the time she was changed until
now, into her new form.
There was something missing, however.  There was one lesson left, she
felt, and she feared what
it might be, but even as some stray thoughts trickled slowly through her
brain something touched
her arm.  Fran gasped and turned.
"Oops.  Sorry.  Didn't mean to startle you, Fran."  It was Ben.
"That's okay, Ben," she smiled at him.  "What do you need?"
"It's time to go.  They want to close up."
"Okay... You'll have to help me up the steps."
Ben chuckled.  "I know.  I will."

It was Saturday, and if the group of four boys including Fran could
have seen what Fran
and Ben were doing, they would have been insanely disappointed.  They were
reading quietly.  Of
course, it was also raining outside, but that scarcely would have stopped
any of them from
creating a ruckus.  Fran stroked her belly in between turning pages,
unaware that there was
excitement yet to come today.
Fran dropped her book and sat upright, her hands clasping her belly.
"OW!"
Ben closed his book on his finger and looked over at her.  "You okay,
Fran?  Baby
kicking?"
"No..." Fran was wide-eyed and her mouth lay open.  "It's like...
Aaaa-OWWW!"  With
that, a gush of water spread out from Fran's vagina soaking through her
clothes and into the
chair.  "Oh SHIT!  My water just broke!"
Ben was out of his chair like a shot.  "Shit!  Now?  Uh... Okay...
I'll get your bag."
Fran was pushing herself out of the chair.  "Get me a towel, too.  I
have to change."
"What do you need to change for?  We've got to go to the hospital!"
"I am NOT going to the hospital with soaking underwear!  It won't take
that long to
change and the baby will wait until we get down the street!"
"Okay... Okay..."  Ben hustled into the bathroom and got a towel.  He
tossed it at Fran
who was waddling slowly towards the bedroom, which he ran into and got out
a fresh set of
clothes for Fran.  "I'll call a taxi."
"Slow down, Ben!  You're making me nervous."
"Sorry."  He stopped and took a deep breath.  "You're right.  Okay.
I'm gonna go call a
taxi and I'll be right back."
"Good."
A few moments later, Ben was back in the bedroom and Fran was
completely naked.
"They said they'd be here in a few minutes."
"Okay."
"You want some help?"
"If you don't mind."  Ben stepped in and grabbed the fresh pair of
panties from where he
laid them out.  He held them open and knelt down, letting Fran step in,
then he pulled them up.  "I
can handle the dress, just get me my sandals."  In a few more moments, bag
in hand, Fran and Ben
were out the door.
"Oooooohhhh!!"  Fran gripped her stomach with another contraction.
"What was that?
Two minutes?"
"Uh..." Ben looked at his watch.  "Close enough."  Surprisingly, the
taxi was waiting for
them when they got to the street, and Ben opened the door and held Fran's
hand as she lowered
herself and got in.

Ben held Fran's hand and coached as the doctor commanded her to push
again.  "Come
on, Fran.  Push... You can do it, honey," he said.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" she screamed, bearing down.  Her brown hair was
sweat-
streaked and clung to any piece of skin it touched.
"Okay, the baby's head is out," the doctor said.  "A few more good
pushes should do it.
Would you like to see your baby being born, sir?"
Ben looked at Fran for approval.  "Look if you wanna look, goddammit!
You seen it all
before anyway."
"Okay," Ben released Fran's hand and started to walk around the sheet
draped across her
legs, "But it's not really... my... ba--" At that moment, Ben fully saw the
mess that Fran's lower
region had become and the baby's wrinkled head poking out of her body, and
he crumpled to the
floor.
"Fucking wiIIIIIMMMP!  AAAHHH!!!" Another contraction caught the end
of Fran's
sentence as one of the nurses pulled Ben to a chair with some difficulty.
"Push, Fran!" the doctor called.
Ben's eyes fluttered open a few minutes later, but the world was a
brightly lit haze.
Indistinct objects were only just starting to become sharp again as sound
swelled once again into
Ben's ears.  He heard Fran's loud, strained cry as she pushed again, but he
also heard the doctor's
voice.  "Congratulations," he said.  "It's a girl!"  The word 'girl' flew
right into Ben's ears,
slammed into his brain, and knocked him straight out again.

When Ben woke again, he was in a chair in a normal room.  Fran, in a
nearby bed, had a
pink blanket cuddled to her exposed breast.  She was smiling and it
actually looked like she was
crying, too.  "Fran?" Ben said.
"It's amazing, Ben," Fran said in an awed hush.  "This little, tiny
baby came out of me and
here she is."
Ben stood up and walked over to the bed.  He pushed back the edge of
the blanket and
looked at the baby.  "What was it like?"
"Giving birth?  It really hurt, but I didn't have time to think so
it's all kind of a blur.  When
I think about it now, though, it really was amazing.  Every muscle in my
body told me to push and
there just wasn't anything I could do about it.  When another contraction
would hit, it wasn't just
my belly, it was my whole body that tensed.  Everything working together to
get my little girl out
so I could meet her."  Fran kissed the top of the baby's head.
"So it IS a girl.  What's her name?"
"I thought about it a lot even though we never talked about it:
Michelle."
"Michelle... I like it."  Ben stroked Michelle's head gently with his
fingers as she continued
to suckle at Fran's breast.
"I can never go back, Ben.  I'll never be a man again.  I don't want
to be.  Just the... depth
of the experiences I've had..." Fresh tears slipped from Fran's eyes.  "I
never want to be a man
again, and I'm totally happy about that."  Ben put his hand on Fran's head
and brushed back over
her ponytailed hair as he planted a kiss on her forehead.  Fran looked up
at Ben, and even though
she looked really tired, her smile and the look on her face was one of
utter joy.

Fran sat in the near dark of Michelle's nursery, looking over her
sleeping baby.  The only
light filtered in dimly from down the hall in Fran and Ben's room.  They
still slept together even
though it wasn't just about economy any more; it was comfortable now to
sleep together.  They
almost never started together, but almost always ended up that way, and as
Fran regained the
figure she'd only briefly had before, that led to a bit of frustration on
Ben's part.  It was Ben's
love that kept his frustration below the surface, but Fran knew it was
there.  He took an extra five
minutes in the shower in the morning when he was particularly frustrated.
Fran also knew about his love for her.  She had seen it in her brief
but furious bout with
post-partum depression a couple of weeks after Michelle's birth.  She was
too wrapped up in
herself at the time to notice, but now, two months later, it made perfect
sense.  Ben called in sick
for a whole week to stay home with her, dragged her out of bed in the
morning, made her
breakfast and watched while she picked at it, took almost exclusive care of
Michelle, and did it all
without complaining.  It was this that made her continue to think back.
Even before he could have sanely loved her, Ben had sacrificed a lot
for Fran.  He had
been with her from the instant of her change and helped her to his own
house.  He bought her
clothes and took her across an ocean with him, stayed with her when she
needed company and
understanding, helped as much as he could through Michelle's birth, even
through Fran's difficult
depression just after, and Fran knew that Ben loved Michelle, too.  The way
he talked to her,
gently cradled her in his powerful arms, the way he practically ripped open
Fran's shirt to allow
Michelle to suckle at her mother's breast instead of bottle feeding her
from breast-pumped milk as
he had had to for a week.  Fran covered her eyes and smiled as she
remembered the event that had
brought her out of her funk.
"Your daughter is hungry, and you're going to do this whether you want
to or not,
Goddammit, because it's a fucking bonding experience," Ben had said as he
sat on Fran's legs and
held the baby to her breast.
"You're holding her all wrong," Fran said eventually, taking Michelle
out of Ben's hands.
"You've got to support her like this."
Ben had smiled and kissed Fran on the cheek.  "Good to have you back,
hon."  He got off
her legs and went to the kitchen to fix dinner.

Fran's body was beginning to respond to her thoughts of Ben.  She
could feel her vagina
getting slick and her whole body tingled and Fran realized that her final
lesson had just been
learned.  Her body was no longer controlling her emotions, her emotions
were controlling her
body, and both her emotions and her body wanted a man -- wanted Ben.  But
why Ben
specifically, she asked herself.  Then it struck her.  She loved him.  She
loved the feel of his arms
about her in the morning; she loved how he had shifted so easily into the
role of a father to her
baby; and most importantly, she loved that he loved her.  As Fran dwelled
on her newfound love,
a newfound lust rose within her.  Her body was ready again -- it was a
familiar sensation -- and
this time her mind was ready as well.
She slid quietly out of the rocking chair and slipped out the door of
the nursery, padding
down the hall to Their room.  Fran found Ben on the bed, reading by
lamplight, and he looked up
at her as she entered.  "Is she asleep?"
Fran said nothing, but opened her shirt and freeing her breasts and
erect nipples into the
air.  Ben gave her a look as though to ask if she were going to answer his
question, but Fran just
straddled his legs and put her hands on his chest.  She put his look of
confusion to rest by leaning
in and kissing his lips softly and repeatedly.  Her passion ran out through
her lips into his as he
began to reciprocate, putting his hands on the small of her back.
Questions and answers -- speech
-- was irrelevant as Fran allowed Ben to roll her off to his side.  She
looked up at him with need in
her eyes as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it away.
He leaned into her and pressed his naked chest against hers, making
the electric tingle in
her nipples shoot down through her body as his flesh pressed against them.
Ben's hands slid
down to Fran's hips as he kissed her again, nipping and brushing at her
bottom lip lustfully.  In
turn, she raised her hips into his body, as much through instinct as
anything else, and her hands
helped his push her sweatpants and panties down her squirming legs.
Soon all clothes were banished from the bed, and Ben's comfortable
weight rested
between Fran's spread legs.  He kissed her, one strong hand fondling her
breast and causing a
little dribble of milk to run out of her nipple.  Ben licked the milk from
her breast greedily and
made Fran's whole body shudder with delight.  Her body screamed to him.
From her gaping
mouth, across her aching nipples, around the round curves of her hips,
through -- and for a five
mile radius, surrounding -- her throbbing clit, all through her thighs, and
finally down to her
clenched and squirming toes.  Ben needed no more hints, he drew back his
thick, hard cock and
poised its head to penetrate her feminine center.
"Ben..." Fran said, and he froze suddenly, afraid she would
frustratingly call it all off.  "I
love you," she finished.
Internally Ben felt as though he could collapse.  Words he perhaps had
never expected to
hear coming from the soft, beautiful lips of the woman he loved suddenly
coming, unlooked for.
He struggled to put his mouth into motion, pushing air through his throat,
until he was finally able
to whisper his response.  "I love you, too."  He capped these words with
passionate kisses and by
slowly pushing his penis into her body, making her gasp at the sudden
inversion of her pleasure.
With his entrance, the bubbling tension of her flesh was thrust inside her
pelvis and made ripples
under the surface that made her shiver.
Fran moaned and bit her lip as each new thrust threatened to throw her
over the edge of a
cliff.  She wrapped her legs and arms around him and pulled him in tight,
making his hips work
harder and each thrust penetrate her more deeply.  As their grunts and
moans rose higher and
higher, a piece of Fran's mind drifted to little Michelle, and she hoped
that they would not wake
her.  As Fran's sex-addled brain moved of its own accord, it moved
inexorably to the union of
herself and her beloved, echoing through her body, driving her to heights
of pleasure she had
never known.  Her love burbled from her lips like a tap full of air, and
she longed for completion,
a completion beyond physical climax.  She longed to be filled -- filled
again with a tiny life.  A
baby not only belonging to her, but the genetic combination of herself and
Ben.  She yearned to
carry Ben's baby, and as she realized this, her body exploded into orgasm.
Fran forcefully choked back her scream of pleasure as her body jumped
and spasmed in its
loving climax.  Ben was not far behind as her body clenched tightly over
his impaling member,
rippling over its length and desperately milking it.  Ben could hold out no
longer and came,
spurting his seed into Fran's womb, spattering her walls with his own
completion.  Together, they
panted and writhed in impassioned lust as their minds and bodies were
finally one, combined in
love and connected over every inch of twitching flesh.
Ben remained, spent, inside Fran, snuggling and kissing.  For her
part, Fran returned the
kisses and stroked the fingers of both hands through his hair, the sparkle
not quickly fading from
her eyes, each tiny movement of Ben within her still sent a shiver of
pleasure through her entire
body.  He rolled gently to the side staying in her and looked deeply into
Fran's eyes.
"I love you," they mumbled in unison, causing little bursts of
laughter and a fresh barrage
of passionate kissing.  The two lovers nestled together, and Ben pulled out
slowly just before they
both slipped into sleep.

Epilogue

Light streamed in the small chapel windows and gently settled on the
frilly pink dress of a
young baby with wispy raven locks.  Michelle was still much too young to
understand the
proceedings, but for her eighteen months of life she watched with
surprising attention.  At the
altar stood her mother, decked out in a shining, white wedding dress which
was stretched slightly
over her rounding belly.  Fran's second pregnancy was just beginning to
show in her figure, but
they had stepped up the wedding so that she could wear the fantastic dress
she had picked.
Beside Michelle's mother was her father, Ben.  He was dressed
handsomely in a fine black
tuxedo with what can only be described as a priest collar.  Ben held Fran's
hand across the aisle as
the priest said some words, then Ben, then the priest again, then Fran,
then the priest.  Michelle's
head turned and she watched each person speak and then her parents meet in
the middle.  She
cooed and gurgled as Ben brushed back Fran's veil and kissed her.  Fran
turned as the kiss was
finished and smiled brightly at her little girl.  She was a little sad that
she couldn't ask her parents
to her wedding, but it was just easier to send them forged notes of
imaginary adventures than
explain to them just what had happened.
Ben's parents were, however, in attendance and suitably disappointed
that he had gotten
Fran knocked up before marrying her.  Ben didn't attempt to explain himself
or Michelle, he had
simply told them that if they couldn't behave, they didn't have to be here
and the ushers would
kindly escort them out.  His mother was, of course, mortified but
silenced.  Ben's sister Cheryl
was also in attendance, and on their way down the aisle out of the chapel,
Fran gave her a cheek
kiss and said thanks.  Cheryl assumed it was for holding Michelle during
the wedding, which she
had been only too glad to do, but was still a little confused.
Bobby and Stefan had politely declined to attend, citing monetary
reasons, but noted in
their separate responses that it was odd that they never heard from Fran
again, and that it was
doubly odd that Ben should be marrying someone also named Fran.  It was all
for the best, Fran
said as Ben carried her across the threshold into their flat to change for
the reception, they might
have recognized her anyway.
"And the fewer people," she said as she unzipped Ben's pants and
lowered herself to her
knees, "who might recognize me doing something like this, the better."