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It had been a boring old day for Roger, until he received a phone call from his friend Emily.
“… Sure. Okay Em, be over there in a minute,” Roger replied as he hung up on Emily, ending their call with a simple button press. He stood up from his chair, put the phone away in his pants’ pocket, then strode forward, heading for the door.
Meanwhile, in another house a whiles day, the woman Emily groaned as she sat by her kitchen table, holding a hand over her belly as it gurgled and rumbled from indigestion. Her throbbed and pulsated uncomfortably, so she stood up and walked over to a secret cupboard she had in the corner of her room. She opened it and then pulled out a small bottle, popping one-two-three pills into her palm, which she dumped into a glass of water and then dissolved in the water. Putting the glass down, she walked off to quickly use the bathroom. Drinking as much water with her food as she does tend to irritate her bladder, making it more susceptible to needing emptying once she begins moving again. At the same time as she vanished into the bathroom, Roger walked inside Emily’s house, finding that she was nowhere to be found. “Weird. Where is she?” he asked, looking around the house. “Hm? What’s this?” he asked, walking into the kitchen to find a glass of water sitting on the table. “Hm, she must’ve gone out or something. At least she left me something to drink,” he said, grabbing and lifting the glass to his lips, arching his head upwards as he downed the water. “Mhmm, fizzy,” he remarked, wiping the leftovers off his lip with his sleeve. Once the aftertaste passed, he was left standing beside the table by himself, smacking his lips against each other as he grimaced at the glass. “Eugh, that tasted horrible,” he remarked, putting the glass back down on the table, then silently turned his head as he looked around the kitchen, bored. “Well, at least I got…nothing out of coming over here. That drink tasted pretty bad, so I guess I’ll just-“
GRROOOWWWLL GGRRRRRUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGLLE
Before he could even finish, Roger’s right hand immediately shot down towards his stomach. He groaned as he leaned forward, supporting himself against the table with his left hand as the pain pulsated within his stomach. He clenched his eyes, but in doing so failed to notice a red pulsating glow within his stomach. While his stomach glowed, his body began changing in drastic ways, though unbeknownst to him:
Roger’s short, blonde hair grew longer, changing into more of a dark-red shade of black. His facial features morphed from his normal male features into more female ones; lashes grew longer, chin became softer but more chiseled, and his lips swelled plumper. Like a waterfall, the rest of the changes cascaded down throughout his body, changing various things about him. His chest pushed outwards, growing from flat into a pair of round, jiggly globes, stretching his shirt a little as they reached their full size of C-cup breasts. Surprisingly, the buttons did not gap or get stretched so much that it became an issue. They stopped at just the right size for him not to notice, especially as his nipples grew erect and pressed against the shirt’s fabric, causing mild irritation, but enough for him to notice it. His waist caved inwards, giving him a curvy, slim waist befitting of a woman. His new curvy waist now emphasized his growing hips, giving him an undeniably feminine physique. His ass distended out behind him, growing into a pair of soft, round cheeks that fit snugly into his pants, though they still fit. His tried and true manhood shriveled up, disappearing inside his crotch, where it reformed into a pair of soft lips. Her transformation into a woman is now complete.
Still groaning in discomfort – though the pain had greatly lessened – Roger held the table, using it to guide herself to a chair, which she sat down in. Her hands shot down to her stomach, holding it as she still felt something pulsating within her gut. One particular explosion of uncomfortable sensations caused her to moan loud enough that she finally noticed something off about her voice. It was too high-pitched and sounded distinctly female. Opening her eyes, however, they immediately widened as she looked down at her body, spotting the new protruding breasts, the thicker thighs, and slimmer legs. “What the hell?!” she exclaimed, holding her arms out beside her as she stared down at her new female body, “I-I have tits! And…and my penis is gone!” she gasped after reaching down and touching her crotch, confirming that she truly is a woman due to her penis having been replaced with a vagina. She did not feel any cock and balls down there. “Wha-what is this? Why am I suddenly a girl?” she asked as she reached up and grabbed her breasts, giving them a soft squeeze to confirm they are real. They are. Again, her eyes widened at this revelation. “Oh my god, I really am a woman!” she said to herself, before turning her head and looking back down at the glass on the table, “What the hell was in that water I drank?!” she nervously inquired, worried that she may have ingested something not for her.
While ideas of what else might happen to her, she failed to notice Emily walking back into the kitchen. The other, but curvier, dark-haired woman scratched her head, smacking her lips against each other as she returned to the kitchen, only to do an immediate double-take as she noticed the random woman sitting on a chair in her kitchen beside her table. Quickly spinning on her heel to face the woman that has just snuck into her house, Emily was about to open her mouth and scream at the woman until her words caught in her throat. She immediately furrowed her brows as she noticed the woman’s attire, looking very similar to something that Roger might wear. Again, she opened her mouth to shout, but the woman beat her to it, though looking almost as shocked as her. “Oh my god, Emily, thank god you’re here!” Roger shouted as she saw Emily walk into the room, though taken aback by where she had been all this time was, she was just happy to see her again, “Listen, something weird has happened to me. I suddenly turned into a girl after drinking from that glass of water on the table, and now my stomach’s feeling even weirder, like I’m not done with whatever is happening to me!” she shouted, though coherently, at Emily, who’s eyes widened after hearing one particular part of her sentence. “Wait, you drank my water?!” Emily exclaimed, sounding more fearful than angry. “Yeah, sorry about that. I just thought it was something you” “OhnoOhnoOhnoOhnoOhno, this is bad! This is really, really bad!” said Emily, grabbing her head in a panic, which worried Roger, who grunted as her stomach continued acting up. “What? What’s wrong? You sound worried, like this is something really bad.” Emily’s head suddenly jerked towards her, staring at the mysterious woman. Without warning, she almost lunged at Roger, supporting her arms by grabbing the wall beside her as well as the table as she stood over Roger, an almost crazed look on her face as she locked eyes with Roger. “Now, you are going to tell me who the fuck you are, what you’re doing here, and why your dressed as my friend Roger?” she sternly asked, locking eyes with Roger, terrifying the already frightened woman even more. “B-but you know who I am, it’s me, Roger,” Roger stutteringly explained, “You invited me over, and, like I mentioned earlier, I thought you left that water out for me. I swear Em, I’m telling the truth.” Emily did not move an inch, only stared transfixed into Roger’s eyes, until she relented as it dawned on her that it really is her friend Roger. Nobody but him knows that Em is his nickname for her. Standing back up, she slowly backed away from the chair, staring down in shocked surprise. “Oh my god, Roger?” “Mm-hmm, it’s me,” Roger nodded back. Frowning almost concernedly, Emily brought a hand to her head, holding it there as she exhaled a heavy sigh. “Geez, Roger, what the hell have you done? Why are you even over here?” she asked, clearly annoyed with him/her just appearing out of the blue. Roger furrowed her brows as she initially shot Emily a confused brow, but that confusion took changed into a revelation as her brows jumped. “Emily, I think someone’s played a trick on us.”
GROWL RUMBLE GURGLE
Unfortunately, after telling her this, Roger and Emily’s attention quickly snapped down towards her stomach as they heard a series of loud rumbling and gurgling noises coming from her belly. Then, it suddenly pushed outwards, stretching bigger as it ballooned from a small, flat waist into a distended, ever-growing gut. The shirt and pants both hugged her swelling belly tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as it grew bigger and rounder, looking quite pregnant by now. “Holy-“ “…Shit!” Roger and Emily said together at the sight before them, taking in what they were seeing. Roger thought that it might be a dream, but there was no imagining the discomfort pulsating within her inflating tummy. One does not imagine their skin stretching like this, unless it is a desire of their, and this is most certainly not his/her desire. The growth continued, until-
POP!
…the button popped right off her pants, flying through the air and hitting Emily’s own slender waist, but she barely acknowledged it hitting her, instead joining Roger in gawking at her ever-expanding belly. Several more buttons followed shortly afterwards, all of them hitting Emily, but once again, she did not acknowledge it…

As Roger continued growing, she and Emily relocated from the kitchen to the living room, allowing her a more comfortable seat to sit on while her belly continued growing. Emily, meanwhile, got out her phone and called someone. Roger hoped that it was someone who knows how to fix this, because her belly is just swelling bigger and higher every second. A good amount of her lower vision is nothing but belly…
“Yeah, it’s my friend Roger… Yes, he-er-I mean-she has already changed, and her belly is getting huge… Yeah, I’m looking at it right now, and I can tell ‘ya that “huge” means huge,” she talked on the phone with someone. Roger, while primarily focused on her swelling belly did occasionally notice a few odd questions from whoever Emily is on the phone with.
“Um, I don’t know. I’ll ask her. Hey Roger, have you noticed anything strange about your belly expanding? Like, do you feel any kicking?” Weird like that.
“Um, no. Why would I? Your asking me like I’m pregnant or something,” Roger asked back, earning an odd look from Emily. The look she received told her that what she had just said, she instantly wished that she had not said. Her eyes widened, and she looked upon Emily with a dreaded expression. Her mouth hung slightly agape. “No!” she said softly, while slowly shaking her head in denial. Emily shot her a sympathetic glance, confirming it to be true. She is pregnant!
“But how the fuck is that even possible?! I mean, all I did was just drink some of your fucking water!” she shouted back at Emily. “Well, not quite. See, that wasn’t just some random water you were drinking, it was my medicine. Special medicine I take after downing a lot of water. Normally, it doesn’t happen, since my species need water to survive, but let’s just say that our human forms aren’t accustomed to earth food like yours are,” she explained. At the end, Roger raised her hand, stopping Emily from going any further. “Wait, wait, waitwaitwait. “My species”? “Earth food”? Are…are you telling me that you’re an alien?!” she softly asked, speaking in a serious tone. Emily nodded back confirmation, to which Roger’s eyes widened. “Holy shit!” she remarked. “Yeah, it is a lot to take in,” said Emily. Hanging her head, Roger sharply exhaled, processing all of it, before looking back up towards Emily. “So, what, are you here to take over the world or something? Like, am I carrying alien babies inside me?” she asked, pointing down at her belly with both index fingers. “No, nothing cliché like that,” Emily shook her head, “Your pregnancy is just an accident due to your own stupidity of just drinking random water found in a friend’s house,” Emily said, extending her arm and pointing her hand towards Roger’s belly. “You did that to yourself, not me.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Roger replied, rolling her eyes, before her attention shifted down towards her belly, which she reached down and grabbed with both hands. “Speaking of my belly, how much bigger am I gonna get? I’m already huge as it is,” she asked.
POP…POP POP POP
Before Emily had a chance to respond, countless buttons suddenly burst off Roger’s shirt, landing on the floor. Roger’s still-growing belly, while covered by another shirt that she had been wearing, still looked massive. “So, where do we go from here? Can I just go home?” Roger asked after some time of her belly growing a bit bigger. “Unfortunately, not. You are a class-2 alien impregnation – an unintentional impregnation – which means that I’ll be taking care of you until you finally give birth to your baby…or possibly babies,” Emily replied, explaining the situation to her. Roger sighed heavily as she slumped back in her chair, craning her head up and staring towards the ceiling. “Fan-fucking-tasting. So not only did I get turned into a pregnant chick, but I might possibly be carrying more than one, great!” Emily just silently stared down at her friend-turned-mother, then turned away and walked off, leaving her sitting there in the chair. A couple minutes passed, during which Roger’s attention suddenly snapped down towards her belly, eyes widening as she felt a kick from within her stretching tummy. “Shit.”

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*****

It had been a boring old day for Roger, until he received a phone call from his friend Emily.
“… Sure. Okay Em, be over there in a minute,” Roger replied as he hung up on Emily, ending their call with a simple button press. He stood up from his chair, put the phone away in his pants’ pocket, then strode forward, heading for the door.
Meanwhile, in another house a whiles day, the woman Emily groaned as she sat by her kitchen table, holding a hand over her belly as it gurgled and rumbled from indigestion. Her throbbed and pulsated uncomfortably, so she stood up and walked over to a secret cupboard she had in the corner of her room. She opened it and then pulled out a small bottle, popping one-two-three pills into her palm, which she dumped into a glass of water and then dissolved in the water. Putting the glass down, she walked off to quickly use the bathroom. Drinking as much water with her food as she does tend to irritate her bladder, making it more susceptible to needing emptying once she begins moving again. At the same time as she vanished into the bathroom, Roger walked inside Emily’s house, finding that she was nowhere to be found. “Weird. Where is she?” he asked, looking around the house. “Hm? What’s this?” he asked, walking into the kitchen to find a glass of water sitting on the table. “Hm, she must’ve gone out or something. At least she left me something to drink,” he said, grabbing and lifting the glass to his lips, arching his head upwards as he downed the water. “Mhmm, fizzy,” he remarked, wiping the leftovers off his lip with his sleeve. Once the aftertaste passed, he was left standing beside the table by himself, smacking his lips against each other as he grimaced at the glass. “Eugh, that tasted horrible,” he remarked, putting the glass back down on the table, then silently turned his head as he looked around the kitchen, bored. “Well, at least I got…nothing out of coming over here. That drink tasted pretty bad, so I guess I’ll just-“
GRROOOWWWLL GGRRRRRUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGLLE
Before he could even finish, Roger’s right hand immediately shot down towards his stomach. He groaned as he leaned forward, supporting himself against the table with his left hand as the pain pulsated within his stomach. He clenched his eyes, but in doing so failed to notice a red pulsating glow within his stomach. While his stomach glowed, his body began changing in drastic ways, though unbeknownst to him:
Roger’s short, blonde hair grew longer, changing into more of a dark-red shade of black. His facial features morphed from his normal male features into more female ones; lashes grew longer, chin became softer but more chiseled, and his lips swelled plumper. Like a waterfall, the rest of the changes cascaded down throughout his body, changing various things about him. His chest pushed outwards, growing from flat into a pair of round, jiggly globes, stretching his shirt a little as they reached their full size of C-cup breasts. Surprisingly, the buttons did not gap or get stretched so much that it became an issue. They stopped at just the right size for him not to notice, especially as his nipples grew erect and pressed against the shirt’s fabric, causing mild irritation, but enough for him to notice it. His waist caved inwards, giving him a curvy, slim waist befitting of a woman. His new curvy waist now emphasized his growing hips, giving him an undeniably feminine physique. His ass distended out behind him, growing into a pair of soft, round cheeks that fit snugly into his pants, though they still fit. His tried and true manhood shriveled up, disappearing inside his crotch, where it reformed into a pair of soft lips. Her transformation into a woman is now complete.
Still groaning in discomfort – though the pain had greatly lessened – Roger held the table, using it to guide herself to a chair, which she sat down in. Her hands shot down to her stomach, holding it as she still felt something pulsating within her gut. One particular explosion of uncomfortable sensations caused her to moan loud enough that she finally noticed something off about her voice. It was too high-pitched and sounded distinctly female. Opening her eyes, however, they immediately widened as she looked down at her body, spotting the new protruding breasts, the thicker thighs, and slimmer legs. “What the hell?!” she exclaimed, holding her arms out beside her as she stared down at her new female body, “I-I have tits! And…and my penis is gone!” she gasped after reaching down and touching her crotch, confirming that she truly is a woman due to her penis having been replaced with a vagina. She did not feel any cock and balls down there. “Wha-what is this? Why am I suddenly a girl?” she asked as she reached up and grabbed her breasts, giving them a soft squeeze to confirm they are real. They are. Again, her eyes widened at this revelation. “Oh my god, I really am a woman!” she said to herself, before turning her head and looking back down at the glass on the table, “What the hell was in that water I drank?!” she nervously inquired, worried that she may have ingested something not for her.
While ideas of what else might happen to her, she failed to notice Emily walking back into the kitchen. The other, but curvier, dark-haired woman scratched her head, smacking her lips against each other as she returned to the kitchen, only to do an immediate double-take as she noticed the random woman sitting on a chair in her kitchen beside her table. Quickly spinning on her heel to face the woman that has just snuck into her house, Emily was about to open her mouth and scream at the woman until her words caught in her throat. She immediately furrowed her brows as she noticed the woman’s attire, looking very similar to something that Roger might wear. Again, she opened her mouth to shout, but the woman beat her to it, though looking almost as shocked as her. “Oh my god, Emily, thank god you’re here!” Roger shouted as she saw Emily walk into the room, though taken aback by where she had been all this time was, she was just happy to see her again, “Listen, something weird has happened to me. I suddenly turned into a girl after drinking from that glass of water on the table, and now my stomach’s feeling even weirder, like I’m not done with whatever is happening to me!” she shouted, though coherently, at Emily, who’s eyes widened after hearing one particular part of her sentence. “Wait, you drank my water?!” Emily exclaimed, sounding more fearful than angry. “Yeah, sorry about that. I just thought it was something you” “OhnoOhnoOhnoOhnoOhno, this is bad! This is really, really bad!” said Emily, grabbing her head in a panic, which worried Roger, who grunted as her stomach continued acting up. “What? What’s wrong? You sound worried, like this is something really bad.” Emily’s head suddenly jerked towards her, staring at the mysterious woman. Without warning, she almost lunged at Roger, supporting her arms by grabbing the wall beside her as well as the table as she stood over Roger, an almost crazed look on her face as she locked eyes with Roger. “Now, you are going to tell me who the fuck you are, what you’re doing here, and why your dressed as my friend Roger?” she sternly asked, locking eyes with Roger, terrifying the already frightened woman even more. “B-but you know who I am, it’s me, Roger,” Roger stutteringly explained, “You invited me over, and, like I mentioned earlier, I thought you left that water out for me. I swear Em, I’m telling the truth.” Emily did not move an inch, only stared transfixed into Roger’s eyes, until she relented as it dawned on her that it really is her friend Roger. Nobody but him knows that Em is his nickname for her. Standing back up, she slowly backed away from the chair, staring down in shocked surprise. “Oh my god, Roger?” “Mm-hmm, it’s me,” Roger nodded back. Frowning almost concernedly, Emily brought a hand to her head, holding it there as she exhaled a heavy sigh. “Geez, Roger, what the hell have you done? Why are you even over here?” she asked, clearly annoyed with him/her just appearing out of the blue. Roger furrowed her brows as she initially shot Emily a confused brow, but that confusion took changed into a revelation as her brows jumped. “Emily, I think someone’s played a trick on us.”
GROWL RUMBLE GURGLE
Unfortunately, after telling her this, Roger and Emily’s attention quickly snapped down towards her stomach as they heard a series of loud rumbling and gurgling noises coming from her belly. Then, it suddenly pushed outwards, stretching bigger as it ballooned from a small, flat waist into a distended, ever-growing gut. The shirt and pants both hugged her swelling belly tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination as it grew bigger and rounder, looking quite pregnant by now. “Holy-“ “…Shit!” Roger and Emily said together at the sight before them, taking in what they were seeing. Roger thought that it might be a dream, but there was no imagining the discomfort pulsating within her inflating tummy. One does not imagine their skin stretching like this, unless it is a desire of their, and this is most certainly not his/her desire. The growth continued, until-
POP!
…the button popped right off her pants, flying through the air and hitting Emily’s own slender waist, but she barely acknowledged it hitting her, instead joining Roger in gawking at her ever-expanding belly. Several more buttons followed shortly afterwards, all of them hitting Emily, but once again, she did not acknowledge it…

As Roger continued growing, she and Emily relocated from the kitchen to the living room, allowing her a more comfortable seat to sit on while her belly continued growing. Emily, meanwhile, got out her phone and called someone. Roger hoped that it was someone who knows how to fix this, because her belly is just swelling bigger and higher every second. A good amount of her lower vision is nothing but belly…
“Yeah, it’s my friend Roger… Yes, he-er-I mean-she has already changed, and her belly is getting huge… Yeah, I’m looking at it right now, and I can tell ‘ya that “huge” means huge,” she talked on the phone with someone. Roger, while primarily focused on her swelling belly did occasionally notice a few odd questions from whoever Emily is on the phone with.
“Um, I don’t know. I’ll ask her. Hey Roger, have you noticed anything strange about your belly expanding? Like, do you feel any kicking?” Weird like that.
“Um, no. Why would I? Your asking me like I’m pregnant or something,” Roger asked back, earning an odd look from Emily. The look she received told her that what she had just said, she instantly wished that she had not said. Her eyes widened, and she looked upon Emily with a dreaded expression. Her mouth hung slightly agape. “No!” she said softly, while slowly shaking her head in denial. Emily shot her a sympathetic glance, confirming it to be true. She is pregnant!
“But how the fuck is that even possible?! I mean, all I did was just drink some of your fucking water!” she shouted back at Emily. “Well, not quite. See, that wasn’t just some random water you were drinking, it was my medicine. Special medicine I take after downing a lot of water. Normally, it doesn’t happen, since my species need water to survive, but let’s just say that our human forms aren’t accustomed to earth food like yours are,” she explained. At the end, Roger raised her hand, stopping Emily from going any further. “Wait, wait, waitwaitwait. “My species”? “Earth food”? Are…are you telling me that you’re an alien?!” she softly asked, speaking in a serious tone. Emily nodded back confirmation, to which Roger’s eyes widened. “Holy shit!” she remarked. “Yeah, it is a lot to take in,” said Emily. Hanging her head, Roger sharply exhaled, processing all of it, before looking back up towards Emily. “So, what, are you here to take over the world or something? Like, am I carrying alien babies inside me?” she asked, pointing down at her belly with both index fingers. “No, nothing cliché like that,” Emily shook her head, “Your pregnancy is just an accident due to your own stupidity of just drinking random water found in a friend’s house,” Emily said, extending her arm and pointing her hand towards Roger’s belly. “You did that to yourself, not me.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Roger replied, rolling her eyes, before her attention shifted down towards her belly, which she reached down and grabbed with both hands. “Speaking of my belly, how much bigger am I gonna get? I’m already huge as it is,” she asked.
POP…POP POP POP
Before Emily had a chance to respond, countless buttons suddenly burst off Roger’s shirt, landing on the floor. Roger’s still-growing belly, while covered by another shirt that she had been wearing, still looked massive. “So, where do we go from here? Can I just go home?” Roger asked after some time of her belly growing a bit bigger. “Unfortunately, not. You are a class-2 alien impregnation – an unintentional impregnation – which means that I’ll be taking care of you until you finally give birth to your baby…or possibly babies,” Emily replied, explaining the situation to her. Roger sighed heavily as she slumped back in her chair, craning her head up and staring towards the ceiling. “Fan-fucking-tasting. So not only did I get turned into a pregnant chick, but I might possibly be carrying more than one, great!” Emily just silently stared down at her friend-turned-mother, then turned away and walked off, leaving her sitting there in the chair. A couple minutes passed, during which Roger’s attention suddenly snapped down towards her belly, eyes widening as she felt a kick from within her stretching tummy. “Shit.”