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Chapter Ten - "High"

Stoker waddled down the stairs, her entire body feeling like it was on a hormonal high. A few days ago, Stoker found herself doing the lesbian thing with Throttle. It was odd and she - he - never thought he - she - would get to experience it.
But Stoker did. And was suddenly shocked to learn that she enjoyed having something stuck up her vagina. Something warm, rigid, moving in and out . . . in and out . . .
"Shit," Stoker chided himself. "Don't think about that. You're just trapped in this body temporarily. You'll be back to normal in no time and then you'll get the chance to be the one giving the sex."
Stoke suddenly blushed, realizing that she was talking to herself in the middle of Charlie's living room. She realized then that she had been doing that a lot lately - blushing, and flushing. Stupid stuff. She was even finding herself giving a damn about what she looked like in the morning.
In fact, at the moment, she was studying himself in the mirror, fixing up her hair and adjusting her bra strap. Stupid nursing bra - oh, why did Stoker have to start lactating? He had only been a woman for a week and a half, and already was putting down.
Feeling hungry - big surprise - Stoker waddled over towards the kitchen. The twins kicked, letting the poor former male know of their presence. "I know, I know."
Everything was suddenly so hard, Stoker realized as though for the first time. The gigantic belly was almost impossible to maneuver around with. The boobs jiggled with every single movement. Stoker's formally small butt was now huge and was like sitting on an extra pillow each time he sat down. His - her - hips were wide, swaying with each step.
Her back hurt, her feet were swollen, her bellybutton poped out and it was almost impossible to find anything to wear. Tonight, for example, Stoker was wearing a barely fitting nightgown. A nightgown! Stoker Blackruby, the leader of a revolutionary army, the proposed liberator of Mars - was wearing a nightgown over his vagina, pregnant belly and milking breasts. The hands that once wielded weapons had shrunk, the fingers thinned, and the nail elongated.
But Stoker had no choice. Any more teleportation with the children could be harmful. So, he - or she, rather - would bare this responsibility. This weight. Literally.
Stoker reached the fridge and opened the freezer door. She smiled at the sight. Ben and Jerry's "Everything But The . . ." Ice Cream. Licking her lips, Stoker sat down at the counter, opened it up and dug in. The cravings - though probably bad in the first place - were the best part. Stoker could eat anything he wanted.
After 3/4 of the way through the pint, Jimmy walked in and smiled.
"Hey, there, hot stuff. Coming down for a little midnight snack."
"Yep. Cravings. They're a bitch."
Jimmy smiled and pulled out a can of pop. "And so are you, baby!" Jimmy replied, thrusting his pelvis in Stoker's general direction from across the counter.
"Shut up," Stoker replied. He tried to smile, but there was something odd going on here. The thrusting motion . . . stirred something in Stoker . . . something she - he - or she - wanted to happen to her. Something . . .
"Hey, you okay? I was just messing around."
Stoke snapped to attention, then grinned. "Aw, I know, Jimmy," replied Stoker with a warm smile. Her heart suddenly began to flutter and Stoker had the strangest feelings in her crotch.
"Heh heh heh," James laughed. "You sounded just like a girl!"
"That's because I am girl!" Stoker snapped jokingly, and found himself turning away and pouting. "I don't like you anymore!"
Jimmy grinned and came around the corner. "Ohhhh, come on, baby! I still love you! I still respect you! Please forgive me? Please?"
Stoker let the fake, girly pout form back into a smile. "Oh, all right," she replied, lightly smacking him with her small hand.
"Wow. You even hit like a girl. And smile like one."
Stoke grinned and found herself - himself - gazing at Jimmy fixedly. "Really?" she asked, a little sultrier than he would have a few weeks ago.
"Oh yes. You're quite good at this," Jimmy complimented.
Stoker took another bite of his ice cream, then looked back over at Jimmy. "Alright, Jimmy. Tell me more."
"Huh?"
Smiling, the former male touched Jimmy's hand. "Jim, I maybe stuck like this for a long time. And as fucked up as this is going to sound, I want you to tell me just how much of a girl I am."
"Uh . . . okay. Well, let's start right here," Jimmy answered, pointing to her belly.
"My belly?!"
"Yep! It all round and smooth and sexy," Jimmy said, rubbing the nightgown that stretched hard against the large womb. He then tweaked Stoker's belly button that pointed out. "And this is just cute!"
A sensation filled Stoker, and she felt the twitched within herself again. She looked for him to fill her . . . she longed for him, period.
"I like that new ghetto booty your sporting. Very sexy. And then, you've got a nice set of knockers! Those are two of biggest boobs I've ever seen and I'm more than happy they're on the chest of my best friend!"
Stoker flushed and put her hands over her two new 'friends.'
"Awww," Jimmy gushed. "How cute! And then, moving on, we've got your face."
"Huh? My . . . my face?"
"That's right," Jimmy said. He put his hands on her cheeks and lifted up her head. "It's thinner and much more feminine-looking than it used to," he began, the smiling fading as an intense face flowed over him. "But that's doesn't change those eyes I always loved. And that smile, even though it's much more of a girls smile, it really . . ."
He stopped, looking kind of sad. Stoker gazed at him, her thoughts swirling. Jimmy had always been her friend, even through the hard times. Jimmy's crush was no big secret and Jimmy always knew that he could never - ever - act on it.
But, now what if he could? What if Stoker could give Jimmy the one thing James had always wanted?
Jimmy pulled his hands away, but Stoke took them into her own. "I'm sorry," Jimmy apologized, with a bit of a frown.
"Shhhh. It's okay," Stoker replied, pulling his forehead down to meet his. They paused, and Jimmy felt as though things were pretty done for the night.
And then Stoker reached out and pulled Jimmy down to meet her lips.
The soft lips pressed against each other, and then tongues moved out, pumping and moving into the others mouth. But then, as quickly as it began, it stopped.
"Wait, wait," Jimmy interrupted. "What are you doing, Stoker?"
"I . . ."
Stoker started, but then Modo and Jessie walked into the kitchen. "Hey guys," Modo greeted. "What's up?"
"Er . . . nothing," Jimmy said.
"That's cool," Jessie replied. She pulled out the can of whipped cream and smiled at Modo.
Stoker looked at Jimmy. Poor Jimmy looked so confused. Stoker squeezed his old friends hand and then managed to stand up. "Let's talk about this upstairs," said Stoker.
"Agreed," Jimmy answered.
They made for the stairs, Stoker having trouble moving up them due to her new assets. They made for the room Stoker was staying in. After locking the door, Stoker sat down on the couch, Jimmy still standing.
"Ohhhhh . . ." moaned Stoker, so happy to get off his feet.
"Stoke, what on Mars are you doing?" yelped Jimmy.
Stoker smiled and held his hand. "James, you've given me so much. You've been there for me through thick and thin. You've always made me feel better, always been such a good friend. And more. You gave me your love, James. Despite what others may think - despite my own feelings - you loved me with all your heart. Tonight, Jimmy, I want to repay you for all that."
"Wha . . . what do you mean?"
"James, a few days ago, Throttle and I fooled around. Nothing much. Some lesbian stuff. But it didn't feel right. But . . . what you said in the kitchen . . . it did feel right. I want you, Jimmy. I want you to make love to me."
"Why?"
"Because I want you to be the first person I have sex with in this body. I want you to be the ONLY person I have sex with in this body."
Jimmy bent down and came face-to-face with Stoker. Tears were beginning to bud in his eyes. He reached forward then, and pulled Stoker against him, the female snuggly fit in his arms. Then, he went down and kissed Stoker.
Their lips met, tongues colliding and pushing together, hot breathes blowing across each other. Jimmy moved on, then, to Stoker's thin chin, kissing it slowly, licking it. Stoke reached out a lifted up Jimmy's shirt and began to run her womanly fingers across his well-toned abs, and then proceeded to kiss them. Jimmy, still standing, felt a lump in the back his throat.
Stoke then noticed a familiar bulge in Jimmy's shorts. She ran her hand across it, feeling up its length through the cloth. "Not yet," Jimmy said then, and leaned in to kiss Stoke's womanly mouth once more.
Stoker then removed her nightgown and threw it across the room, displaying his new, shapelier pregnant female body. Jimmy bent down and began to run his hands all over her body, touching all of the most sensitive areas. As they passionately kissed once more, Jimmy reached back and - with much experience - had Stoker's bra unhooked. The bra came off, allowing for Stoke two large bosoms to drop from the lack of support. The dark nipples erect, Jimmy dove in and began to suckle them. Stoker moaned.
Her cunt was soaking wet with arousal and she was sure Jimmy could smell the erotic scents flowing from it. She wanted him to fill her so badly. She reached out and pulled down his shorts, releasing the long, pointed penis.
Stoke grabbed hold of his cock, pulling and stroking it over her big fat pregnant belly. She was so turned on, and so horny. Stoker reached into his panties and began to massage his wet cunt, tweaking the clitty, pushing her fingers into herself.
She then leaned forward and licked the head of Jimmy's penis, her tongue running across its pink flesh. She shoved the whole thing into her mouth, sucking on the thick cock. She could feel the precum on her tongue and that made her smile.
"I love your cock," she said between wet intakes of the wang, while still rubbing herself.
"You'll love it even more in a sec, hon," Jimmy replied. Stoke smiled girlishly, then took a few more licks before Jimmy pulled away. He reached down and pulled off her wet panties, revealing the swollen and ready pussy. Jimmy pushed his cock against its layers, letting his warm manhood arouse the hot entrance. It pressed against the clitoris, which sent Stoke into the air with ecstasy.
"Fuck me, James. Fuck me hard. Fuck me lick the woman I've become!" she groaned.
Jimmy smiled and pushed his ultra-hard penis into her wet pussy. Stoker grunted, feeling satisfied and filled. His cunt tightened around the wang and she moaned.
Jim, knowing exactly what to do, pulled out a bit, then pushed right in. Stoke leapt, the nerves and the muscles snapping and shocking together. He repeated this movement, doing so more rapidly and faster and faster.
She reached out and grabbed hold of the sheets on the couch, gripping them tightly as Jimmy ran her through. "Yes Jimmy! Yes! Harder! Fuck me! Harder! Harder! Faster! Yes yes yes yes! Fuck me! Yes!"
As Jimmy thrusted his hips, sending his rock-hard cock into her vagina, his hands ran across Stoker's pregnant belly and reached her large, jiggling breasts. He squeezed his boobs, and pumped the nipples. Milk began to shot out of Stoke's nipples, firing across his big, pregnant belly
With the thrusting of his rigid prick growing stronger, Stoker yelped and moaned and grunted in orgasms. She hit one and just kept going milk flying out of her titties and Jimmy's manhood pounding her in her cunt.
And then, the motion of slamming his hard cock into Stoker's wet pussy walls finally got to Jimmy. It stiffened, and he shoved it completely into Stoker's vagina. Goobs of cum blasts out of the tip of his cock, slopping up the walls of Stoke's hot pussy. It's white warmth slathered Stoker's insides, sending the former male into the ultimate orgasm.
As pleasure began to calm from Stoke, she was filled with a warmness. Jimmy pulled out his now-limp penis and smiled.
"I love you, Stoker," Jimmy said.
She smiled back. "Jimmy . . . I love you too."
Jimmy smiled and nearly cried. Stoker struggled to get up. Jim leaned and helped his lover onto her feet. She had a bit of trouble - weak knees and a sore vagina - put soon found herself in the arms of her best friend. The two held each other in a long, warm embrace, their hot, just sexed naked bodies pressing against each other.
Stoker, exhausted from all this, made for the bed. She motioned Jimmy to follow and the pair were soon snuggled underneath the blankets.
"I didn't know you were lactating," Jimmy said, running his hands across Stoker's naked body.
"Just started to. I was surprised to see them do all that," Stoker confessed. "And man, I didn't know sex hurt that much. I'm so sore."
Jimmy smiled "Not me," he said. "I'm already up for another round."
Stoke just smiled and suddenly wasn't as tired as she once was . . .