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Chapter Eight - "Even He's Not Safe . . ."

When Stoker woke up, he felt something a bit strange. He was horny and had an erection. Eyes closed, he instinctively reached into his pants to find his penis for an early-morning jerk-off.
To his surprise, there was nothing there.
His eyes shot open immediately and he started to sit up - but was having trouble for some reason. As soon as he did, his eyes revealed to him what the problem was.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!"
Throttle shot up, her boobs shaking as she did. The kid was doing jumping jacks. So were her eyes when she looked at Stoker.
The mouse in bed next to her was tall and then, with chocolate-colored fur and wavy hair. Of course, that was where it stopped looking like Stoker.
There was another pregnant female mouse in the bed with Throttle. And it was Stoker.
"What's going on?!" shouted Stoker, his voice many octaves higher.
Suddenly, the door burst open, Vinnie and Modo appearing with Carbine, Jessie and Charlie. "Bro! What's going - HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"
"STOKER!?!"
"Who the hell do you think it is!?" screamed Stoker, covering his chest with a sheet that he was sharing with Throttle.
She. He's a she now. A very pregnant she.
A few questions were shot, but all went silent when a new figure appeared in the doorway.
"Oh no . . ." moaned Stoker, feeling the pressure on his body with the baby doing somersaults inside his belly.
James Orion stood there in shock. Then, his eyes grew huge and flew from his face; his head separated from his body and exploded; and his entire body became like a big fuzz ball. Metaphorically speaking, of course. "YOU'RE A WOMAN!!!!!!!!"
Stoker sighed and found herself brushing a strand of hair behind her ears. "What tipped you off, dumbass?!"
"AND YOU'RE PREGNANT!!!!!!!"
"No duh!"
"YOU'VE BEEN HOLDING ON ME!!!!! And just why are you in bed with Throttle?! Are you two having a preggo convention!?!?!?!!?!?!"
"EVERYBODY OUT!" Throttle roared, pointing strictly to the door.

A few minutes later, Stoker stood in front of the bathroom mirror, examining herself. His hands felt so thin and tiny. His hair fell across her shoulders, longer than it used to be. The face was gentle. Looking down, Stoker got the feeling that if he wasn't pregnant, he would be very thin.
He hefted his two gigantic boobs into his hands and felt their weight. "What the hell are these for anyway . . . oh, yeah. Damn it."
Breast-feeding.
A shiver cross his spine and then Stoker felt the baby kick. The baby - that was inside him - kicked within his womb. Sighing, then blowing a stray hair out of his face, Stoker placed his hands on his belly.
"How the hell did this happen?"
"We'll figure it out, Stoke," Throttle attempted, putting her hand on Stoker's shoulder. "Don't worry."
"Don't worry. Feh. Like I can help that . . ."

*

A few hours of getting used to the body later, Stoker found herself sitting down in the den as Jack worked at a number of computer stations he had whipped up. Finally, after a long and embarrassing examination, Jack approached the two pregnant former males.
"Okay, here's what's up. Apparently, the enzymes that were causing the fetus to grow at an accelerated rate mutated. When you and Stoker were having . . . eh, relations . . . the enzymes transgendered you, Stoke, and cloned the baby."
"Wonderful," Stoker muttered. "So I'm carrying someone else's baby."
"Mine," Throttle said with smile. A long look from Carbine caused Throttle to close her eyes. The formerly gray-furred general stepped forward then.
"What about getting the babies into me? My period still has another day or two."
"Yes. Well, I'm looking into that," Jack replied. He then turned to the pregnant mice. "The good news is that we have at least three months until birth."
"THREE MONTHS?!" shouted the pair. "Like this . . .?"
"Yeppers."

After a little while, the two moseyed upstairs. Stoker wanted some else to where, other than the robe he had on. Something she had picked up a long time ago was to put up with the things you COULDN'T help. This - for now - was one of those things.
But still . . . that didn't mean he didn't bitch about it.
"I can't stand this, Throttle," Stoker groaned, attempting to lock the clasps behind his back. His bra kept his large breasts - bigger than Throttle's D-Cups - supported, but it was a bloody pain to get on. Throttle waddled over and helped her out.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. But you get used to it."
Stoker put his hands and her new belly, and felt the kicks from inside. "Really? I don't know, bro. I feel really fucked up right."
Throttle finished with Stoker's bra, and moved onto her own, which was getting to be second nature by now. As she pulled on her panties, Throttle asked "How so?"
"I'm just afraid, Throttle. I'm afraid that if I stay like this too long, I'll lose interest in being with a woman."
Throttle looked up, a little shocked by this. But there was something in her eyes that told the now female Stoke that this girl was happy to hear this. "I feel the same way. One of the reasons I've wanted to bonk with you is because I wanted to know what it was like to. And I liked it. I gotta tell you, though, I still like the ladies. And, um, to be honest . . ."
"What?" asked Stoke, looking up for the panties in his fingers.
"You're turning me on."
The female Stoke blushed. "Wha - ? Really? But I . . . I mean . . . um . . ."
Throttle waddled over and took Stoker's thin new hands. "I want you. Bad." Stoke looked and watched as Throttle rubbed his thighs together. Her nose caught the scent of Throttle's wet vagina and suddenly - he felt his large nipples poke up and his own cunt begin to wet and open.
"I have always been curious about lesbians . . ." Stoke confessed.
Throttle smiled. "So have I," she cooed and leaned forward. The two kissed, feminine lips pressing against each other softly, tongues flicking into the others mouth. Throttle then kissed at her neck, gnawing at Stoke's female ear, licking her neck.
Her fingers ran across Stoke back, their big, pregnant bellies pressing against each other like two thick sacks. Throttle reached back and unhooked Stoke's bra, the hard work undone immediately. Her breasts sacked down and Throttle ran her hands over them.
"There are many advantages to being a woman," purred Throttle. She tweaked Stoke's nipples. Stoke gasped and moaned, then, as Throttle began to suckle her titties. It felt so good that Stoke reached out and grabbed of Throttle pair of boobs and began to fondle them incoherently. Throttle moaned herself and backed up. Their bellies pressed against each other and the two started to kiss again, while fondling the others big, fat, milk-laden breasts.
"It feels so good," moaned Stoke as they broke from the kissing.
"Just wait, honey," Throttle replied, in ecstasy. Her thin hands moved south from the big boobs, across the wide, pregnant belly to the now, larger birthing hips. And then, they reached Stoker's wet, swollen pussy. Throttle's fingers probed the folds of the cunt, which resulted in gasps from Stoke's light, soprano voice. Throttle then placed on finger on the nub that was the clitoris.
Stoker moaned and gasped as the pleasure from his vagina filled his new, womanly body. "Oh yes," she told her. "I never thought it felt so good."
Throttle pulled down Stoker's panties and rubbed her hand over the cunt, the wet female juices soaking the vagina up. Stoker stood still as a pair of female fingers pushed within her newly formed womanhood. Her mouth was hanging open, and her eyes were closed in pleasure.
Throttle her lover out of the closet and onto the bed. It felt good to be sitting down, but his pussy was aching for more fondling. Out of sheer sexual desire, Stoker began to play with his breasts, flicking at the nipple and squeezing the fleshy mounds.
Throttle himself was also very much turned on by this, and went to a backpack on the floor. She discreetly bought this while they were at the beach house in the hopes of she and Carbine using it, but those hopes were dashed.
She pulled it out and showed it to Stoke, who was pleasing herself. A vibrating, pink, long, and double-sided dildo.
Stoke gasped at the sight of it, her face blushing beneath her fur. But Throttle smiled and sat down next to Stoker. Her tail moved over and pressed against the folds of Stoker's cunt and began to enter into it's slickness. "Oh . . ."
Slowly, Stoker was lowered back onto the bed. And when that happened, Throttle slowly pulled out her tail and pushed in the penis-shaped dildo. She was gasped as it entered, it's ridges pressing against pleasurable muscles and nerves.
Throttle then scooted forward, her belly hard to maneuver with. But soon, she pushed herself onto the other side and the pink ridges were pressed inside her. As the two fondled their own large, milk-filled boobs, Throttle flicked the vibrator on low and it began to move within their pussys. It then shook faster and harder, bringing them to their respective orgasms.
Which, for Stoker, was unlike anything she had ever encountered before . . .
It was then, as the wiped off the dildo and got dressed, a confirmation became clear. They still did still, indeed, like the ladies.