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Knocked-Up (again)
Throttle, Carbine, and Stoker have some wild sex, which results in some crazy and rather interesting after-effects for Throttle. Meanwhile, Rimfire has a BIG problem . . .
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Chapter Sixteen - "Knocked-Up"
As the fresh new male and female had passionate sex, Modo, Vinnie, and Throttle arrived back at the Last Chance Garage. They walked between the pair of cars that Charlie had been working on and went their separate ways. After the 'great debate' was over with, the three had gone to a bar. It was there that their 'brother' bond was reforged.
Much to her own surprise, the tipsy Vinnie hugged Throttle long and hard. Throttle smiled. Modo then gave her a peck of the cheek and Throttle resisted returning it.
After all this was done, Throttle came back to his bedroom and found Carbine sitting with the very pregnant Stoker. Carbine was in her pajamas. Stoker, however, was just in her pajama pants and a bra.
"Hey guys," Throttle said, plopping down on the bed. "What's up?"
"Nothing much, bro," Stoker replied, rubbing the great expanse of her belly.
"Just talking about the future," followed up Carbine, who was finishing off yet another glass of wine.
"Ah, I see," Throttle replied. "Hey, you bitches don't mind if I get changed, do you?"
Stoker laughed. "No, bro, we bitches don't mind."
Throttle pulled off her shirt and then her bra. She then noticed a pair of wet spots in her cups.
"Ah, damn it," Throttle grumbled.
"What's wrong, bro?" asked Stoker.
"I'm still lactating, that's what wrong. I thought I was done, but ugh . . ."
Carbine smiled and looked at her boyfriend. "You're leaking right now, sweetie."
"Am I really? Oh man . . ." Throttle looked down and saw a pair of milk drops at the ends of her big breasts.
Carbine licked her lips and - just a little drunk - patted Stoker's knee and walked over to Throttle. "Here, sweetheart, I'll get that for you."
Carbine's tongue rolled over the ends of Throttle's nipples. Throttle gasped in embarrassment and pleasure. Stoker's eyes went wide as Carbine then began to suckle on Throttles boobs. She wasn't at all surprised that she was feeling a little horny.
After she was done with Throttle, Carbine turned to Stoker.
"Um, Stoke, does your breast milk taste any different than Throttle's?"
Stoker was at first just blown away to hear such a question. However, with as horny as she was quickly becoming, Stoker replied: "Why don't you taste and find out?"
The flaps on Stoker's nursing bra opened and both Throttle and Carbine put their lips to Stoker's nipples. They suckled, which Stoker through the roof. After downing a few drops, both Throttle and Carbine began to make out. Tongues flicking between their parted lips and Carbine massaging Throttle's breasts, Stoker grew ever more horny.
After the morning conversation with Jimmy, Stoker wasn't feeling much like being with a man. A woman . . . now that was hot. Her hand reached down into her crotch as Carbine and Throttle went all at it. Before her hand could reach it, Throttle's hand overtook hers. Throttle sat down on the bed and with one rubbing Stoker vagina, put her head on Stoker's chest. Carbine stood by, a bulge in her pants.
Throttle flickered her tongue at the small drips of milk that dropped from Stoker's large breasts. Stoker waved her hands over Throttle's face until at last turning it towards hers. The two former males kissed, lips smacking slowly, tongues running against the other. Their hands ran through the others long hair, touching their faces, mouths opening and closing against each other. Throttle's other hand ran down to Stoker's wide butt, squeezing the cheeks.
Stoker leaned forward, her large belly touching right under Throttle's breasts. Their nipples touched as Stoker pushed Throttle's smooth blonde hair aside to get to her neck. Throttle's hands ran across Stoker's back slowly and warmly. She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Throttle glanced over at Carbine, who was completely naked, her cock long and hard.
"Just a minute, sweetie," Throttle cooed to her lover.
"Not a problem," Carbine replied seductively. She was a little shocked at just how much this scene in front of her was turning her own. A small part of her thought that maybe there was a reason for it.
Throttle leaned back, allowing Stoker to rest on her. Throttle suckled Stoker's large breasts, smiling as she downed some of the milk within. Stoker moaned a little, her vagina wet. Her fingers tweaked Throttle's own nipples, a pair of milk streams firing down.
Carbine walked, nipples pointing out, dick huge with arousal.
"Looks like it's her turn," Throttle giggled, kissing the side of Stoker's neck.
Stoker nodded and reached out and grasped Carbine massive cock. Stoker was shocked at just how different it felt from hers and Jimmys, which were also just as different from each other. Carbine gasped a little. As Stoker began to jerk her off, her tongue rolled up along from her hips to Carbine's b-cup breasts. She suckled on the nipples, her tongue flickering off the pink nubs.
As she did so, with Stoker jerking her off, Throttle leaned in and flickered her own tongue against the tip of Carbine's huge, erect dick. She then began to kiss and then suck on the massive dick. Stoker leaned down and began to kiss it and both new girls began to run their lips all over it. They took turns sucking hard on its and kissing its long shaft.
Both Throttle and Stoker knew from experience just when to lay on the good stuff - intense jerking and sucking. It didn't take long for Carbine to feel all the nerves in her crotch catch fire and her knees to buckle. Her hips jerked. Her balls lifted. Cum came blasting out her head, splattering the new girls in front of her. Both laughed as Carbine moaned, her dick going flaccid.
Throttle and Stoker turned to each other, and much to the shock of all three, began to lick the excess cum off their faces. They even kissed deeply while doing so, exchanging Carbine's seed in their sloppy kisses. Both women were still feeling horny. As they 'clean-up' began to end, Throttle ran a finger across Stoker's cunt.
Pants were off and flung to the ground as Stoker bent back onto the bed, Throttle's fingers having their way with Stoker's pussy. She teased the clit and moved her delicate fingers in and out of Stoker's aching hole. Carbine, aroused once more but not yet at full, walked over. Throttle smiled at her and as one hand dug into Stoker's twat, her other hands fingers wrapped around the partially limp dick and started to jerk it once more. It went rigid, though it would be a slower build from here on out.
While fingering Stoker and giving Carbine a hand job, Stoker's tail slid up and began to rub up against Throttle's cunt. Throttle stood up unexpectedly and allowed Carbine to enter into Stoker's wet, throbbing pink cunt. Her dick rubbed against the folds of pussy, running against the clit. She then pushed herself in and began to pump her large cock into the pregnant former males nether region.
Throttle, in the meantime, stood behind Carbine and started to massage her breasts, Stoker's tail still rubbing against her folds. Moans and groans of delight and sexual ecstasy came from their mouths, Throttle kissing Carbine on the neck as she received a tail job from Stoker.
They all climaxed together and it was the hardest orgasm the three of them had ever had. For a split-second, it felt as though they were all feeling the same orgasm, from Stoker's tail on Throttle clit to Carbine's cock buried in Stoker's pussy.
As the intense orgasm fell away, something else passed through them. It was a strange feeling - a sense of brief disorientation and then followed by a sucker punch to the gut followed by a push in the genitals. Stoker had it first, and then Carbine. When Throttle got it, her whole body quivered. Her eye lids felt heavy.
She vaguely heard Stoker and Carbine shouting as Throttle collapsed onto the bed, feeling a strange sensation on her stomach . . .
*
As the morning came over Throttle and woke him, he immediately knew something was wrong. As his eyes blinked open, he could feel a huge weight on his stomach. A flash of memory from last night reminded him of what had happened.
"Oh no . .." she moaned.
Right below her large breasts was a HUGE pregnant belly.
"Throttle, it's okay," Carbine suddenly reassured her.
Throttle closed her eyes. "No . . . it's only okay if it's a dream. It's a dream, right?"
A resounding number of kicks from within the womb answered her question.
"It's not a dream, sweetheart," Carbine replied, her hands on Throttle's belly. "I know you probably wish it was, but it's not."
Throttle felt like crying. Once more, emotions outta whack. This was real. 100% real. She knew. She could tell just by the way she couldn't sit up.
"How did this happen?" she asked, eyes filling tears.
"Jack explained it. Apparently, there was some sort of . . . temporal anomaly when the three of us had sex. It has to do with the time/space fields around the virus colonies. The force of all three combined pushed the kids right into you."
"I'm so big! Was Stoker this big?" questioned Throttle.
"Um, well, there was something else."
Throttle grunted. "What?"
"You were already pregnant when this happened."
Throttle felt the bottom drop out. "Oh you're kidding me!"
"Nope. And that fetus was suddenly accelerated. You're now 7 months pregnant with triplets."
Throttle promptly sobbed her eyes out. Thoughts swirled around her head. 7 months . . .that meant that she still had 3 more to go for the usual 10 month Martian pregnancy. And a third child? As Carbine held Throttle tightly, the former Martian male wondered with growing fear that maybe it wasn't Carbine's at all. She had sex with both Modo and Vinnie since the pregnancy was (temporary) lifted from her. She didn't even know who the father was! And she was supposed to be a father!
After Carbine held her a little longer, Throttle just wanted some time alone. Carbine agreed and left the room.
"How's he taking it?" asked Stoker, who looked a little strange not being pregnant anymore.
"Hard," replied Carbine.
"He's a good soldier. He'll make it through."
*
Stoker retired to the living room then, feeling awkwardly light as she was no longer lugging around twins, to have a little peace and quiet to look over things. What she found however, was Jimmy, his hand down his pants, staring blankly at the television.
"For the love of God, James, can't you at least go somewhere less public to do that?" Stoker sighed, looking at her friend, and currently her lover.
Jimmy glanced up at her. "What's it to you, Ms. Lesbian Three-Way!" Jimmy said with a sly grin.
Stoker blushed. "Oh, like you're one to talk." She said, folding her arms across her breasts.
Jimmy continued to grin and look at Stoker smugly. "Maybe not, but I've never had sex with other women AS a woman."
"Alright, enough now James." Stoker said sternly, sitting down in the recliner across from the couch.
Jimmy waggled a fluffy-blonde eye-brow and still did not remove his hand from his pants. "Oooh, someone's testy." He said.
"Testy? Why should I be? I just lost like 60 pounds worth of baby fat over night! I feel fabulous!" Stoker said, leaning back in her seat and crossing her legs sexily. This caught Jimmy's eye and his stupid smug smile grew a bit wider.
"Mmm, you look good like that." He said.
Stoker perked and eyebrow, looking up from a Harley Davidson cataloge. "Hmm?" she asked.
"Sitting there like that, you just look...well you look stunning to be frank. So sexy and confident...aside from the blatant show of thigh, you used to sit the same way when you were a guy. It's so hot!" Jimmy purred.
Stoker thought this was probably just another one of Jimmy's lines, but she was intrigued by it all the same. "Jim, I'm wearing a cruddy tank-top and some raggedy shorts. How is this hot?" she asked. Stoker found she liked being told she was sexy. It was that thin vain streak in her.
Jimmy finally removed his hand from his pants and stood up, swaggering over to his female companion. "Just is. Babe, you could be wearing nothin' but leather belts and I'd find you sexy."
Stoker giggled. "God, you and you're weird kinky sex, Jimmy."
"Want to have some?" Jimmy asked bluntly.
Stoker blinked at him. "I'll skip the leather belts and chains if you don't mind." She said, pretending to become more interested in the bikes on the pages in front of her rather than Jimmy.
"You know, I'm kinda jealous." Jimmy said then.
Stoker gave him a quick glance. "Oh what?" she asked.
"Your three-way." The blonde-furred mouse answered simply. "I thought you said I was the only one you wanted to have sex with on this trip, hmm?" he said.
Stoker felt a little guilty, and even weirder about feeling guilty. She put her magazine down and set it aside. "I'm sorry James." She said honestly.
Jimmy bent over her, pinning her to the chair and kissed her. Stoker smiled against Jimmy's mouth and kissed him back. The small affectionate peck quickly becoming heated and intense.
Then as abruptly as it began, Jimmy stopped. Stoker looked at him curiously and then let out a little cry of surprise when Jimmy lifted her out of her chair and into his arms.
"Come on, lets continue this upstairs." Jimmy said with a wink.
Stoker kissed him back heatedly. "Alright...but none of that kinky-shit." She warned.
Jimmy chuckled. "We'll see about that."
*
It took a day or two, but Throttle was starting to come around. What amazed her was just how different this pregnancy was compared to the previous one, although that was understandable. Throttle had only made it into the 6th month the last time and was only carrying just one kid. This one (even though, technically, it was the same one) was a little wilder than its predecessor.
Throughout the next two days, Throttle's hormones were out of control. One minute, she was feeling good about everything; the next, she was depressed and sobbing her eyes out. Her weight had ballooned from 120 pounds all the way up to 180. Her butt had gotten bigger, but as far as hips and thighs went, they were pretty in the same shape simply because she wasn't quite done recovering from her last visitor in the womb before it decided to come back with a pair of guests. Her breasts were bigger, but not too much. She wondered just how longer that would last.
On the morning of the third day, Throttle awoke feeling good. She had been through the range of emotions and even though she wasn't looking forward to childbirth AT ALL, she decided that she didn't have a whole lot of choice in the matter of being pregnant. The part of her that strangely missed being pregnant was suddenly completely satisfied. On that morning, all of the good parts about being pregnant were coming back to her.
"What are you going to do today?" asked Carbine as the pair went downstairs to fix breakfast for themselves.
"Probably go shopping. All of this stuff from Stoker isn't fitting," Throttle answered, the 'Baby on Board' shirt hardly containing the limits of Throttle massive belly. The fly of her jeans was wide-open.
"I think I'll join you, bro," Stoker said, stepping over and putting her hand on Throttle's belly.
"Cool. Just the two of us?" Throttle asked.
"Mind if I come too?" wondered Rimfire.
Throttle shrugged. "Yeah, sure. It can just be us guys turned girls, then! We can buy quasi-manly girl shirts!"
"Yay!" Stoker shouted and the three of them high-fived each other at the same time.
*
Charlie looked worriedly at the bathroom mirror. In her hand was a little white stick that was soon going to give her the results that could very easily change her life. Change everybody's life. Charlie was sure, almost beyond a doubt, that she was pregnant. Even though there were no obvious signs, like morning sickness, she had gone nearly six weeks without having a period. Clearly, that was a sign enough, seeing as how Charlie had always had a very regular cycle.
"Hey Charlie-girl, what's up?"
Vinnie walked into the bedroom and then into the bathroom. Charlie didn't even have a chance to hide the pregnancy wand.
"Um . . ."
"What's that?"
Charlie didn't answer immediately. Vinnie glanced around the room and spotted the box in the trash can.
"No way . . ." he gasped and then looked to Charlie. She smiled at him.
"Yeah. I think so. Although, I'm not sure quite yet because it hasn't come back yet, but I think I'm preg - "
"Oh fuck! This is JUST great! I just had to fucking knock you up, didn't I!?" Vinnie shouted.
"Well, Vinnie, I mean . . ."
"This is the WORST time for this, you know! God, I can't believe this! Can't fucking believe this . . ."
"Vinnie! Knock it off!" Charlie snarled. "You think this is something I want right now? Do you? Well, I don't! But this is our child! And you better just shape up about this - "
"Shape up? What makes you think I even what kids?"
Charlie didn't argue back. Instead, she just stared at the white stick in her hand.
"What?" Vinnie asked at length.
She threw the stick at him. "I'm not pregnant, you asshole."
Vinnie blinked. "Not . . . pregnant?"
"That's right. Meaning, I have no fucking clue what's going with this stupid body!"
Vinnie bit his lip. He was suddenly aware of just how he reacted. "Listen, Charlie, I'm sorry - "
She walked right passed him. He tried to move in for a hug, but she pushed him away. "Just leave me the hell alone, you jackass."
After Charlie calmed down, she went to see Harley. After a few scans, Harley nodded at the results.
"As I suspected, Charlie, you're not pregnant. You see, Martian cycles are a little different. You'll be having your period shortly."
Charlie breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Thanks. Thank you."
Of course, this meant that Vinnie was far from off the hook.
*
Simply enough . . . Throttle farted.
It was loud and gross and smelled awful. Most women don't appreciate that and the more mature men didn't care for it. However, the three men-turned-women didn't fit into those classifications. After a final ass toot and a brief pause, Throttle, Rimfire, and Stoker roared in laughter.
"Holy crap, dude," Stoker snickered, pulling into the Woodfield Mall parking lot (toted as the 'greatest mall in Chicago'). "Did you rip a hole in your panties with that one?"
Throttle giggled and smacked her arm. "Please. I seem to remember you firing out a few good ones in your day."
"Not anymore, bro, I'm a girl now. I've got to be classy," Stoker replied right as someone pulled out far too slowly before them. "HEY! MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS, YOU COCKSUCKER!"
Throttle glanced at Rimfire, whose post-fart smile was wiped away. She looked distant and distressed - something not unexpected in this time of day-to-day insanity.
"Hey? You all right?" whispered Throttle.
Rimfire nodded and plastered on a fake smile that wouldn't pass whether he was a girl or boy. "Just fine," she replied and Throttle decided that, for the moment, it was best to leave it at that.
The trio exited the truck and walked into the mall.
After a stop in the food court and chowing down on a cheese-less pizza with extra tomato sauce, the threesome made for the maternity store. Throttle and Stoker had been so engrossed with talk of the pregnancy, they hadn't noticed the way that Rimfire had been acting. Had they, the pair would have noticed that Rimfire kept staring at Throttle's big belly.
But it wasn't until they entered the maternity store that they found that Rimfire was looking a little curiously at the clothes.
"Something up, bro?" asked Stoker, still using that old nickname.
"Um, yeah . . ."
"What is it? You know you can tell us," Throttle added with a friendly yet overly girly smile.
"It's just that . . . uh . . . I'm pregnant."
Throttle gasped. Stoker put her hand to her mouth and then stepped over and put her hand on Rimfire's shoulder.
"Are you sure?"
"Harley confirmed it yesterday. It's going to be accelerated, just like you Throttle."
"Oh man," Throttle sighed. "Who's the father?"
"Bingo."
"Does she know?"
"Not yet."
"What about Modo?" Throttle continued.
"Nope."
"Were you able to reach your Mom or Grandma?"
Rimfire shook her head. "No. Jack says communications been fuzzy. Plus, I don't want them to see me like this." She sighed. "I'm very confused right now."
"I know, bro. But we'll be here for you. We'll help you out," Throttle told her and hugged Rimfire around her belly.
"In the meantime, I got a shirt for ya," Stoker stated smiling. She reached over to a rack and pulled out a white tee-shirt. Written on the front was 'Knocked-Up.'
Rimfire just sighed.
"I don't know how Modo's going to take this."
Stoker shrugged. "I don't know, but it's gotta be soon. Try being subtle."
*
"I'm pregnant," Rimfire confessed. Her red eyes darted away so as not to see Modo's reaction. A gasp from a few people in the room came to her ears though and Rimfire suddenly wished that she was a man again, not ever having to deal with any of this. But wishing never got her anything out of life, esspecially here and now.
"Rimfire . . you . . . I mean . . ." Modo stammered. Rimfire turned to him and saw what was a completely blown away look on his face. Jessie stepped over, eyes wide
"Sweetie," she started, looking at Rimfire. This term was not new, of course. Jessie had called Rimfire long before he became a girl. But now, it felt . . . different. Feminine. "Who's . . . who's the father?"
At this, it was as if Modo suddenly realized that it did indeed take two to make a baby. His eye cybernetic glowed hotly. It was a scary thing to see, simply because that was usually reserved for their enemies. Modo turned to Bingo, who looked just as stunned.
"It's you, isn't it?"
Bingo stammered. "I . . . I think so . . ."
"It is," Rimfire answered.
Modo looked furiously between the two. "I can't . . . no . . . I can't believe this!" He approached Bingo. "AND YOU! You of all people! God, Bingo, how dare you do this!? How dare you KNOCK UP my nephew!? You used to baby-sit him!"
Throttle and Stoker exchanged a look. How long ago had it been that that was a joke between the two of them?
"We were . . . it wasn't . . ." Rimfire stuttered, fighting back hot tears.
"Modo, cool off," Bingo stated. It would have carried a lot of weight when she was still a girl, but as a man, the words had more strength behind them. "You don't understand. It was a mistake."
"A MISTAKE!?" screamed Modo. "Congratulations, you two! Your little mistake is now a living thing inside Rimfire!"
"Modo, knock it off," Stoker stepped in.
"Stay out of this!"
Bingo took a step up to Modo. "What happened, happened, Modo. You think this is easy for us to deal with? Do you? I'm going to be a - heck, I don't even know! A parent!"
Modo stared at Bingo then turned back to Rimfire, who was now openly crying. He said with a tremble in his voice. "I used to respect you."
The big gray mouse marched up the stairs and there was the slam of a door. The silence was deafening. Rimfire then started to cry. Bingo flopped down into a chair.
"Shit."
"Yeah, no kidding."
Throttle sighed, hands on her aching back. "I'll go talk to him."
Stoker shook her head. "No, I'll do it. But lets give him some time, huh?"
*
Rimfire, in the meantime, had gone off to her own room and locked it behind her. Why was she crying? Just being a woman made her cry? Boy, if that wasn't sexiest . . .
But Rimfire knew that it was far more than just having her parts exchanged that did it. Her hormones were outta whack. She was pregnant and that small, itty-bitty bump just above her waistline told her so. And that small, itty-bitty bump was . . . a living thing. It was a baby - her - his - baby. And if Jack couldn't find a cure, then Rimfire was going to have to become . . . a mother.
And Rimfire had no fucking clue how to do that.
After about an hour and finding something to distract herself with, there was a knock on the door. Rimfire jumped up and walked over. Modo was standing there, waiting for her.
"Hey," Modo greeted quietly.
"Come down here to yell at me?" accused Rimfire, female voice filled with acid. "Why don't you come on out and call me a slut, huh? Because that's what I already feel like . . ."
Modo's face, which Rimfire expected to be filled with rage, was that someone hurt. He lowered his head. "I suppose I deserve that."
Rimfire sighed and looked away. "What do you want?"
"I need to talk to you. Listen, I'm sorry about what I said. I'm just . . . scared for you."
Rimfire sulked into the room and landed on her bed. "I don't need or want you watching me back. I'm a grown man now. An adult. I've seen more combat than you have at my age. I - "
"Stop, Rimmy," Modo stepped in, but with gentleness. "It's not . . . not about that. It's just, Rimfire, you're barely eighteen and about to become a - a - teenage mother!"
Rimfire nodded sadly. "I prefer the term 'teenage parent,' but I get what you mean."
Modo continued. "It's hard enough to have as a girl, but now a pregnant one? And with my best friends baby . . ."
"How do you think I feel, Uncle Modo? You think this all fun and games for me? We were just curious, you know. It wasn't supposed to . . . we weren't thinking . . ."
"No, you weren't. And that's the lesson. Now you two have to live with it." For a second, it seemed as though there was another tyrant about the come spilling from Modo's mouth. But nothing did. Instead, his voice quivered. "I'm just trying to look after you."
Rimfire looked at him, eyes wide and filled with tears. "Uncle Modo, you're . . . you've always been more than just a relative to me. You've been my best friend. We've been through everything together. And right now, I need you. I . . . I've never been more scared in my entire life."
Modo threw his arms around her and they had. "I'm sorry," whispered Modo. "For everything."
"I know," Rimfire responded. "I know."
As the fresh new male and female had passionate sex, Modo, Vinnie, and Throttle arrived back at the Last Chance Garage. They walked between the pair of cars that Charlie had been working on and went their separate ways. After the 'great debate' was over with, the three had gone to a bar. It was there that their 'brother' bond was reforged.
Much to her own surprise, the tipsy Vinnie hugged Throttle long and hard. Throttle smiled. Modo then gave her a peck of the cheek and Throttle resisted returning it.
After all this was done, Throttle came back to his bedroom and found Carbine sitting with the very pregnant Stoker. Carbine was in her pajamas. Stoker, however, was just in her pajama pants and a bra.
"Hey guys," Throttle said, plopping down on the bed. "What's up?"
"Nothing much, bro," Stoker replied, rubbing the great expanse of her belly.
"Just talking about the future," followed up Carbine, who was finishing off yet another glass of wine.
"Ah, I see," Throttle replied. "Hey, you bitches don't mind if I get changed, do you?"
Stoker laughed. "No, bro, we bitches don't mind."
Throttle pulled off her shirt and then her bra. She then noticed a pair of wet spots in her cups.
"Ah, damn it," Throttle grumbled.
"What's wrong, bro?" asked Stoker.
"I'm still lactating, that's what wrong. I thought I was done, but ugh . . ."
Carbine smiled and looked at her boyfriend. "You're leaking right now, sweetie."
"Am I really? Oh man . . ." Throttle looked down and saw a pair of milk drops at the ends of her big breasts.
Carbine licked her lips and - just a little drunk - patted Stoker's knee and walked over to Throttle. "Here, sweetheart, I'll get that for you."
Carbine's tongue rolled over the ends of Throttle's nipples. Throttle gasped in embarrassment and pleasure. Stoker's eyes went wide as Carbine then began to suckle on Throttles boobs. She wasn't at all surprised that she was feeling a little horny.
After she was done with Throttle, Carbine turned to Stoker.
"Um, Stoke, does your breast milk taste any different than Throttle's?"
Stoker was at first just blown away to hear such a question. However, with as horny as she was quickly becoming, Stoker replied: "Why don't you taste and find out?"
The flaps on Stoker's nursing bra opened and both Throttle and Carbine put their lips to Stoker's nipples. They suckled, which Stoker through the roof. After downing a few drops, both Throttle and Carbine began to make out. Tongues flicking between their parted lips and Carbine massaging Throttle's breasts, Stoker grew ever more horny.
After the morning conversation with Jimmy, Stoker wasn't feeling much like being with a man. A woman . . . now that was hot. Her hand reached down into her crotch as Carbine and Throttle went all at it. Before her hand could reach it, Throttle's hand overtook hers. Throttle sat down on the bed and with one rubbing Stoker vagina, put her head on Stoker's chest. Carbine stood by, a bulge in her pants.
Throttle flickered her tongue at the small drips of milk that dropped from Stoker's large breasts. Stoker waved her hands over Throttle's face until at last turning it towards hers. The two former males kissed, lips smacking slowly, tongues running against the other. Their hands ran through the others long hair, touching their faces, mouths opening and closing against each other. Throttle's other hand ran down to Stoker's wide butt, squeezing the cheeks.
Stoker leaned forward, her large belly touching right under Throttle's breasts. Their nipples touched as Stoker pushed Throttle's smooth blonde hair aside to get to her neck. Throttle's hands ran across Stoker's back slowly and warmly. She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Throttle glanced over at Carbine, who was completely naked, her cock long and hard.
"Just a minute, sweetie," Throttle cooed to her lover.
"Not a problem," Carbine replied seductively. She was a little shocked at just how much this scene in front of her was turning her own. A small part of her thought that maybe there was a reason for it.
Throttle leaned back, allowing Stoker to rest on her. Throttle suckled Stoker's large breasts, smiling as she downed some of the milk within. Stoker moaned a little, her vagina wet. Her fingers tweaked Throttle's own nipples, a pair of milk streams firing down.
Carbine walked, nipples pointing out, dick huge with arousal.
"Looks like it's her turn," Throttle giggled, kissing the side of Stoker's neck.
Stoker nodded and reached out and grasped Carbine massive cock. Stoker was shocked at just how different it felt from hers and Jimmys, which were also just as different from each other. Carbine gasped a little. As Stoker began to jerk her off, her tongue rolled up along from her hips to Carbine's b-cup breasts. She suckled on the nipples, her tongue flickering off the pink nubs.
As she did so, with Stoker jerking her off, Throttle leaned in and flickered her own tongue against the tip of Carbine's huge, erect dick. She then began to kiss and then suck on the massive dick. Stoker leaned down and began to kiss it and both new girls began to run their lips all over it. They took turns sucking hard on its and kissing its long shaft.
Both Throttle and Stoker knew from experience just when to lay on the good stuff - intense jerking and sucking. It didn't take long for Carbine to feel all the nerves in her crotch catch fire and her knees to buckle. Her hips jerked. Her balls lifted. Cum came blasting out her head, splattering the new girls in front of her. Both laughed as Carbine moaned, her dick going flaccid.
Throttle and Stoker turned to each other, and much to the shock of all three, began to lick the excess cum off their faces. They even kissed deeply while doing so, exchanging Carbine's seed in their sloppy kisses. Both women were still feeling horny. As they 'clean-up' began to end, Throttle ran a finger across Stoker's cunt.
Pants were off and flung to the ground as Stoker bent back onto the bed, Throttle's fingers having their way with Stoker's pussy. She teased the clit and moved her delicate fingers in and out of Stoker's aching hole. Carbine, aroused once more but not yet at full, walked over. Throttle smiled at her and as one hand dug into Stoker's twat, her other hands fingers wrapped around the partially limp dick and started to jerk it once more. It went rigid, though it would be a slower build from here on out.
While fingering Stoker and giving Carbine a hand job, Stoker's tail slid up and began to rub up against Throttle's cunt. Throttle stood up unexpectedly and allowed Carbine to enter into Stoker's wet, throbbing pink cunt. Her dick rubbed against the folds of pussy, running against the clit. She then pushed herself in and began to pump her large cock into the pregnant former males nether region.
Throttle, in the meantime, stood behind Carbine and started to massage her breasts, Stoker's tail still rubbing against her folds. Moans and groans of delight and sexual ecstasy came from their mouths, Throttle kissing Carbine on the neck as she received a tail job from Stoker.
They all climaxed together and it was the hardest orgasm the three of them had ever had. For a split-second, it felt as though they were all feeling the same orgasm, from Stoker's tail on Throttle clit to Carbine's cock buried in Stoker's pussy.
As the intense orgasm fell away, something else passed through them. It was a strange feeling - a sense of brief disorientation and then followed by a sucker punch to the gut followed by a push in the genitals. Stoker had it first, and then Carbine. When Throttle got it, her whole body quivered. Her eye lids felt heavy.
She vaguely heard Stoker and Carbine shouting as Throttle collapsed onto the bed, feeling a strange sensation on her stomach . . .
*
As the morning came over Throttle and woke him, he immediately knew something was wrong. As his eyes blinked open, he could feel a huge weight on his stomach. A flash of memory from last night reminded him of what had happened.
"Oh no . .." she moaned.
Right below her large breasts was a HUGE pregnant belly.
"Throttle, it's okay," Carbine suddenly reassured her.
Throttle closed her eyes. "No . . . it's only okay if it's a dream. It's a dream, right?"
A resounding number of kicks from within the womb answered her question.
"It's not a dream, sweetheart," Carbine replied, her hands on Throttle's belly. "I know you probably wish it was, but it's not."
Throttle felt like crying. Once more, emotions outta whack. This was real. 100% real. She knew. She could tell just by the way she couldn't sit up.
"How did this happen?" she asked, eyes filling tears.
"Jack explained it. Apparently, there was some sort of . . . temporal anomaly when the three of us had sex. It has to do with the time/space fields around the virus colonies. The force of all three combined pushed the kids right into you."
"I'm so big! Was Stoker this big?" questioned Throttle.
"Um, well, there was something else."
Throttle grunted. "What?"
"You were already pregnant when this happened."
Throttle felt the bottom drop out. "Oh you're kidding me!"
"Nope. And that fetus was suddenly accelerated. You're now 7 months pregnant with triplets."
Throttle promptly sobbed her eyes out. Thoughts swirled around her head. 7 months . . .that meant that she still had 3 more to go for the usual 10 month Martian pregnancy. And a third child? As Carbine held Throttle tightly, the former Martian male wondered with growing fear that maybe it wasn't Carbine's at all. She had sex with both Modo and Vinnie since the pregnancy was (temporary) lifted from her. She didn't even know who the father was! And she was supposed to be a father!
After Carbine held her a little longer, Throttle just wanted some time alone. Carbine agreed and left the room.
"How's he taking it?" asked Stoker, who looked a little strange not being pregnant anymore.
"Hard," replied Carbine.
"He's a good soldier. He'll make it through."
*
Stoker retired to the living room then, feeling awkwardly light as she was no longer lugging around twins, to have a little peace and quiet to look over things. What she found however, was Jimmy, his hand down his pants, staring blankly at the television.
"For the love of God, James, can't you at least go somewhere less public to do that?" Stoker sighed, looking at her friend, and currently her lover.
Jimmy glanced up at her. "What's it to you, Ms. Lesbian Three-Way!" Jimmy said with a sly grin.
Stoker blushed. "Oh, like you're one to talk." She said, folding her arms across her breasts.
Jimmy continued to grin and look at Stoker smugly. "Maybe not, but I've never had sex with other women AS a woman."
"Alright, enough now James." Stoker said sternly, sitting down in the recliner across from the couch.
Jimmy waggled a fluffy-blonde eye-brow and still did not remove his hand from his pants. "Oooh, someone's testy." He said.
"Testy? Why should I be? I just lost like 60 pounds worth of baby fat over night! I feel fabulous!" Stoker said, leaning back in her seat and crossing her legs sexily. This caught Jimmy's eye and his stupid smug smile grew a bit wider.
"Mmm, you look good like that." He said.
Stoker perked and eyebrow, looking up from a Harley Davidson cataloge. "Hmm?" she asked.
"Sitting there like that, you just look...well you look stunning to be frank. So sexy and confident...aside from the blatant show of thigh, you used to sit the same way when you were a guy. It's so hot!" Jimmy purred.
Stoker thought this was probably just another one of Jimmy's lines, but she was intrigued by it all the same. "Jim, I'm wearing a cruddy tank-top and some raggedy shorts. How is this hot?" she asked. Stoker found she liked being told she was sexy. It was that thin vain streak in her.
Jimmy finally removed his hand from his pants and stood up, swaggering over to his female companion. "Just is. Babe, you could be wearing nothin' but leather belts and I'd find you sexy."
Stoker giggled. "God, you and you're weird kinky sex, Jimmy."
"Want to have some?" Jimmy asked bluntly.
Stoker blinked at him. "I'll skip the leather belts and chains if you don't mind." She said, pretending to become more interested in the bikes on the pages in front of her rather than Jimmy.
"You know, I'm kinda jealous." Jimmy said then.
Stoker gave him a quick glance. "Oh what?" she asked.
"Your three-way." The blonde-furred mouse answered simply. "I thought you said I was the only one you wanted to have sex with on this trip, hmm?" he said.
Stoker felt a little guilty, and even weirder about feeling guilty. She put her magazine down and set it aside. "I'm sorry James." She said honestly.
Jimmy bent over her, pinning her to the chair and kissed her. Stoker smiled against Jimmy's mouth and kissed him back. The small affectionate peck quickly becoming heated and intense.
Then as abruptly as it began, Jimmy stopped. Stoker looked at him curiously and then let out a little cry of surprise when Jimmy lifted her out of her chair and into his arms.
"Come on, lets continue this upstairs." Jimmy said with a wink.
Stoker kissed him back heatedly. "Alright...but none of that kinky-shit." She warned.
Jimmy chuckled. "We'll see about that."
*
It took a day or two, but Throttle was starting to come around. What amazed her was just how different this pregnancy was compared to the previous one, although that was understandable. Throttle had only made it into the 6th month the last time and was only carrying just one kid. This one (even though, technically, it was the same one) was a little wilder than its predecessor.
Throughout the next two days, Throttle's hormones were out of control. One minute, she was feeling good about everything; the next, she was depressed and sobbing her eyes out. Her weight had ballooned from 120 pounds all the way up to 180. Her butt had gotten bigger, but as far as hips and thighs went, they were pretty in the same shape simply because she wasn't quite done recovering from her last visitor in the womb before it decided to come back with a pair of guests. Her breasts were bigger, but not too much. She wondered just how longer that would last.
On the morning of the third day, Throttle awoke feeling good. She had been through the range of emotions and even though she wasn't looking forward to childbirth AT ALL, she decided that she didn't have a whole lot of choice in the matter of being pregnant. The part of her that strangely missed being pregnant was suddenly completely satisfied. On that morning, all of the good parts about being pregnant were coming back to her.
"What are you going to do today?" asked Carbine as the pair went downstairs to fix breakfast for themselves.
"Probably go shopping. All of this stuff from Stoker isn't fitting," Throttle answered, the 'Baby on Board' shirt hardly containing the limits of Throttle massive belly. The fly of her jeans was wide-open.
"I think I'll join you, bro," Stoker said, stepping over and putting her hand on Throttle's belly.
"Cool. Just the two of us?" Throttle asked.
"Mind if I come too?" wondered Rimfire.
Throttle shrugged. "Yeah, sure. It can just be us guys turned girls, then! We can buy quasi-manly girl shirts!"
"Yay!" Stoker shouted and the three of them high-fived each other at the same time.
*
Charlie looked worriedly at the bathroom mirror. In her hand was a little white stick that was soon going to give her the results that could very easily change her life. Change everybody's life. Charlie was sure, almost beyond a doubt, that she was pregnant. Even though there were no obvious signs, like morning sickness, she had gone nearly six weeks without having a period. Clearly, that was a sign enough, seeing as how Charlie had always had a very regular cycle.
"Hey Charlie-girl, what's up?"
Vinnie walked into the bedroom and then into the bathroom. Charlie didn't even have a chance to hide the pregnancy wand.
"Um . . ."
"What's that?"
Charlie didn't answer immediately. Vinnie glanced around the room and spotted the box in the trash can.
"No way . . ." he gasped and then looked to Charlie. She smiled at him.
"Yeah. I think so. Although, I'm not sure quite yet because it hasn't come back yet, but I think I'm preg - "
"Oh fuck! This is JUST great! I just had to fucking knock you up, didn't I!?" Vinnie shouted.
"Well, Vinnie, I mean . . ."
"This is the WORST time for this, you know! God, I can't believe this! Can't fucking believe this . . ."
"Vinnie! Knock it off!" Charlie snarled. "You think this is something I want right now? Do you? Well, I don't! But this is our child! And you better just shape up about this - "
"Shape up? What makes you think I even what kids?"
Charlie didn't argue back. Instead, she just stared at the white stick in her hand.
"What?" Vinnie asked at length.
She threw the stick at him. "I'm not pregnant, you asshole."
Vinnie blinked. "Not . . . pregnant?"
"That's right. Meaning, I have no fucking clue what's going with this stupid body!"
Vinnie bit his lip. He was suddenly aware of just how he reacted. "Listen, Charlie, I'm sorry - "
She walked right passed him. He tried to move in for a hug, but she pushed him away. "Just leave me the hell alone, you jackass."
After Charlie calmed down, she went to see Harley. After a few scans, Harley nodded at the results.
"As I suspected, Charlie, you're not pregnant. You see, Martian cycles are a little different. You'll be having your period shortly."
Charlie breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Thanks. Thank you."
Of course, this meant that Vinnie was far from off the hook.
*
Simply enough . . . Throttle farted.
It was loud and gross and smelled awful. Most women don't appreciate that and the more mature men didn't care for it. However, the three men-turned-women didn't fit into those classifications. After a final ass toot and a brief pause, Throttle, Rimfire, and Stoker roared in laughter.
"Holy crap, dude," Stoker snickered, pulling into the Woodfield Mall parking lot (toted as the 'greatest mall in Chicago'). "Did you rip a hole in your panties with that one?"
Throttle giggled and smacked her arm. "Please. I seem to remember you firing out a few good ones in your day."
"Not anymore, bro, I'm a girl now. I've got to be classy," Stoker replied right as someone pulled out far too slowly before them. "HEY! MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS, YOU COCKSUCKER!"
Throttle glanced at Rimfire, whose post-fart smile was wiped away. She looked distant and distressed - something not unexpected in this time of day-to-day insanity.
"Hey? You all right?" whispered Throttle.
Rimfire nodded and plastered on a fake smile that wouldn't pass whether he was a girl or boy. "Just fine," she replied and Throttle decided that, for the moment, it was best to leave it at that.
The trio exited the truck and walked into the mall.
After a stop in the food court and chowing down on a cheese-less pizza with extra tomato sauce, the threesome made for the maternity store. Throttle and Stoker had been so engrossed with talk of the pregnancy, they hadn't noticed the way that Rimfire had been acting. Had they, the pair would have noticed that Rimfire kept staring at Throttle's big belly.
But it wasn't until they entered the maternity store that they found that Rimfire was looking a little curiously at the clothes.
"Something up, bro?" asked Stoker, still using that old nickname.
"Um, yeah . . ."
"What is it? You know you can tell us," Throttle added with a friendly yet overly girly smile.
"It's just that . . . uh . . . I'm pregnant."
Throttle gasped. Stoker put her hand to her mouth and then stepped over and put her hand on Rimfire's shoulder.
"Are you sure?"
"Harley confirmed it yesterday. It's going to be accelerated, just like you Throttle."
"Oh man," Throttle sighed. "Who's the father?"
"Bingo."
"Does she know?"
"Not yet."
"What about Modo?" Throttle continued.
"Nope."
"Were you able to reach your Mom or Grandma?"
Rimfire shook her head. "No. Jack says communications been fuzzy. Plus, I don't want them to see me like this." She sighed. "I'm very confused right now."
"I know, bro. But we'll be here for you. We'll help you out," Throttle told her and hugged Rimfire around her belly.
"In the meantime, I got a shirt for ya," Stoker stated smiling. She reached over to a rack and pulled out a white tee-shirt. Written on the front was 'Knocked-Up.'
Rimfire just sighed.
"I don't know how Modo's going to take this."
Stoker shrugged. "I don't know, but it's gotta be soon. Try being subtle."
*
"I'm pregnant," Rimfire confessed. Her red eyes darted away so as not to see Modo's reaction. A gasp from a few people in the room came to her ears though and Rimfire suddenly wished that she was a man again, not ever having to deal with any of this. But wishing never got her anything out of life, esspecially here and now.
"Rimfire . . you . . . I mean . . ." Modo stammered. Rimfire turned to him and saw what was a completely blown away look on his face. Jessie stepped over, eyes wide
"Sweetie," she started, looking at Rimfire. This term was not new, of course. Jessie had called Rimfire long before he became a girl. But now, it felt . . . different. Feminine. "Who's . . . who's the father?"
At this, it was as if Modo suddenly realized that it did indeed take two to make a baby. His eye cybernetic glowed hotly. It was a scary thing to see, simply because that was usually reserved for their enemies. Modo turned to Bingo, who looked just as stunned.
"It's you, isn't it?"
Bingo stammered. "I . . . I think so . . ."
"It is," Rimfire answered.
Modo looked furiously between the two. "I can't . . . no . . . I can't believe this!" He approached Bingo. "AND YOU! You of all people! God, Bingo, how dare you do this!? How dare you KNOCK UP my nephew!? You used to baby-sit him!"
Throttle and Stoker exchanged a look. How long ago had it been that that was a joke between the two of them?
"We were . . . it wasn't . . ." Rimfire stuttered, fighting back hot tears.
"Modo, cool off," Bingo stated. It would have carried a lot of weight when she was still a girl, but as a man, the words had more strength behind them. "You don't understand. It was a mistake."
"A MISTAKE!?" screamed Modo. "Congratulations, you two! Your little mistake is now a living thing inside Rimfire!"
"Modo, knock it off," Stoker stepped in.
"Stay out of this!"
Bingo took a step up to Modo. "What happened, happened, Modo. You think this is easy for us to deal with? Do you? I'm going to be a - heck, I don't even know! A parent!"
Modo stared at Bingo then turned back to Rimfire, who was now openly crying. He said with a tremble in his voice. "I used to respect you."
The big gray mouse marched up the stairs and there was the slam of a door. The silence was deafening. Rimfire then started to cry. Bingo flopped down into a chair.
"Shit."
"Yeah, no kidding."
Throttle sighed, hands on her aching back. "I'll go talk to him."
Stoker shook her head. "No, I'll do it. But lets give him some time, huh?"
*
Rimfire, in the meantime, had gone off to her own room and locked it behind her. Why was she crying? Just being a woman made her cry? Boy, if that wasn't sexiest . . .
But Rimfire knew that it was far more than just having her parts exchanged that did it. Her hormones were outta whack. She was pregnant and that small, itty-bitty bump just above her waistline told her so. And that small, itty-bitty bump was . . . a living thing. It was a baby - her - his - baby. And if Jack couldn't find a cure, then Rimfire was going to have to become . . . a mother.
And Rimfire had no fucking clue how to do that.
After about an hour and finding something to distract herself with, there was a knock on the door. Rimfire jumped up and walked over. Modo was standing there, waiting for her.
"Hey," Modo greeted quietly.
"Come down here to yell at me?" accused Rimfire, female voice filled with acid. "Why don't you come on out and call me a slut, huh? Because that's what I already feel like . . ."
Modo's face, which Rimfire expected to be filled with rage, was that someone hurt. He lowered his head. "I suppose I deserve that."
Rimfire sighed and looked away. "What do you want?"
"I need to talk to you. Listen, I'm sorry about what I said. I'm just . . . scared for you."
Rimfire sulked into the room and landed on her bed. "I don't need or want you watching me back. I'm a grown man now. An adult. I've seen more combat than you have at my age. I - "
"Stop, Rimmy," Modo stepped in, but with gentleness. "It's not . . . not about that. It's just, Rimfire, you're barely eighteen and about to become a - a - teenage mother!"
Rimfire nodded sadly. "I prefer the term 'teenage parent,' but I get what you mean."
Modo continued. "It's hard enough to have as a girl, but now a pregnant one? And with my best friends baby . . ."
"How do you think I feel, Uncle Modo? You think this all fun and games for me? We were just curious, you know. It wasn't supposed to . . . we weren't thinking . . ."
"No, you weren't. And that's the lesson. Now you two have to live with it." For a second, it seemed as though there was another tyrant about the come spilling from Modo's mouth. But nothing did. Instead, his voice quivered. "I'm just trying to look after you."
Rimfire looked at him, eyes wide and filled with tears. "Uncle Modo, you're . . . you've always been more than just a relative to me. You've been my best friend. We've been through everything together. And right now, I need you. I . . . I've never been more scared in my entire life."
Modo threw his arms around her and they had. "I'm sorry," whispered Modo. "For everything."
"I know," Rimfire responded. "I know."
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