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Lillian woke up early and slipped carefully out of bed so not to wake Morton.  He liked to get a full night's sleep and hated to be interrupted.

She went into the bathroom and pulled the test she'd bought out from behind the cleaning supplies under the sink.  Reading the instructions, she did as directed and waited.  She hoped and prayed that it would finally be positive so she could proceed with the next phase in her life.  The minutes seemed like hours before the test finally gave up it's result.  Lillian smiled wide.

Getting another box from under the sink, she took it's contents back into the bedroom with her.  Moving quietly over to her husband, she slipped it around his neck and closed it.  He shifted slightly but didn't wake up.  Smiling, Lillian moved to the other side of the bed and eased herself onto the mattress.

Watching Morton for a minute or so, she soon noticed some signs that the transformation was starting.  She gently nudged her husband to wake him.

"Morton.  Morton, wake up," she said.  He snorted awake and coughed, peering up at her through one squinted eye.

"What time is it?" he groaned, looking over at the clock.  "Oh for ... It's only six a.m.!"

Lillian continued to grin under his contemptuous glare.

"Morton, I have two surprises," she said.  He rolled his eyes and sat up, scratching at his ear.

"This better be good," he snarled.

"I'm pregnant," she said with a wide smile.  His gaze and his cheeks dropped.

"Oh, that's just frakking great," he said, running his hands down his face and feeling something on his neck.  "What's the OTHER surprise?"

"You're pregnant too!" she chirped.  He just looked at her dumbfounded.

"What are you talking about?" he said, pulling at whatever was around his neck.  "What the hell is this?"

He was suddenly aware of a warm tingling sensation rushing through his body.  Suddenly his belly began to expand like an inflating balloon, pushing out under his T-shirt.  Pulling up the shirt, he watched it grow, the skin growing tight and the belly button sticking out.  He moaned in pain.  Two additional bumps started to form higher on his chest as well.

"How the hell?  You turned me into a woman?" he growled, coughing a little.

"Well, a female," she said with a shrug.  Turning at he comment, Morton felt something brushing the sides of his face and he reached up to grab it.  He yelped when he realized he was pinching his own ear, suddenly long and floppy.  Looking at his hands, the fingers were shortening and turning black while his fingernails turned into claws.  Dark red fur appeared all over, and six extra nipples and nascent breasts grew out below her first pair and over the front of her belly.  Unable to sit up as his legs shrank and his balance shifted, Milton fell over on his side.

"Rrut's rappening?" he said as his face began to shift.  His whole head shrank while his nose and jaw pushed away from his face, forming a pointed muzzle and jowls that hung over his sharp teeth.  His nose turned black as some short whiskers grew out as well.  Shifting and fumbling on the bed, he found it hard to get comfortable with the large belly and newly formed limbs, back and tail.

Soon the tingling was beginning to subside and Morton looked over his altered body, now that of a pregnant Irish Setter.

"Lady Bridgette of Clairborne," Lillian said by way of an explanation.  Milton looked at her as she climbed off the bed and crossed the room.

"She was my mother's prize-winning purebred, and she was hit by a car about six months ago.  Mom loved that dog, and she's been virtually inconsolable since.  I got the collar from her and promised I'd find a replacement.  But she didn't want another dog, she wanted Bridgette.  And that's where you come in, Sweetie!" she said, pulling a leash from a dresser drawer.  She came back over to Morton and clipped it to the collar she'd put on him.

"They only found out after she'd died that she was pregnant.  Down, girl," she said, snapping her fingers and pointing at the floor.  Morton gave her a confused look, his memory starting to grow foggy.  This woman smelled familiar, and she felt compelled to follow her orders.

Shifting in the covers, Morton got uneasily to her feet and carefully hopped off the bed, staggering a little under her extra weight.  Shaking out her fur, she began to pant, looking up at the woman expectantly.

"Good, girl!" Lillian said, patting Morton's head.  She liked that and pushed against Lillian's hand.  She lead the new dog out of the bedroom and downstairs.

"So now that I'm pregnant, I don't need or want you around anymore.  I'm not letting a drunken good-for-nothing raise my child.  But you'll fit in perfectly out at Mom's ranch!  She'll be so happy to see you again, Bridgette."

The Setter wagged her tail at the sound of her name.

"Who's the bitch now?  Huh?  Who's a good bitch?  You are!  Yes you are!" Lillian said happily, her tone making Bridgette feel good.

Lillian got her car keys and led Bridgette out the door.  It was a two hour drive to Mom's place, and she had a sudden hankering for some tacos.

Description
Lillian woke up early and slipped carefully out of bed so not to wake Morton.  He liked to get a full night's sleep and hated to be interrupted.

She went into the bathroom and pulled the test she'd bought out from behind the cleaning supplies under the sink.  Reading the instructions, she did as directed and waited.  She hoped and prayed that it would finally be positive so she could proceed with the next phase in her life.  The minutes seemed like hours before the test finally gave up it's result.  Lillian smiled wide.

Getting another box from under the sink, she took it's contents back into the bedroom with her.  Moving quietly over to her husband, she slipped it around his neck and closed it.  He shifted slightly but didn't wake up.  Smiling, Lillian moved to the other side of the bed and eased herself onto the mattress.

Watching Morton for a minute or so, she soon noticed some signs that the transformation was starting.  She gently nudged her husband to wake him.

"Morton.  Morton, wake up," she said.  He snorted awake and coughed, peering up at her through one squinted eye.

"What time is it?" he groaned, looking over at the clock.  "Oh for ... It's only six a.m.!"

Lillian continued to grin under his contemptuous glare.

"Morton, I have two surprises," she said.  He rolled his eyes and sat up, scratching at his ear.

"This better be good," he snarled.

"I'm pregnant," she said with a wide smile.  His gaze and his cheeks dropped.

"Oh, that's just frakking great," he said, running his hands down his face and feeling something on his neck.  "What's the OTHER surprise?"

"You're pregnant too!" she chirped.  He just looked at her dumbfounded.

"What are you talking about?" he said, pulling at whatever was around his neck.  "What the hell is this?"

He was suddenly aware of a warm tingling sensation rushing through his body.  Suddenly his belly began to expand like an inflating balloon, pushing out under his T-shirt.  Pulling up the shirt, he watched it grow, the skin growing tight and the belly button sticking out.  He moaned in pain.  Two additional bumps started to form higher on his chest as well.

"How the hell?  You turned me into a woman?" he growled, coughing a little.

"Well, a female," she said with a shrug.  Turning at he comment, Morton felt something brushing the sides of his face and he reached up to grab it.  He yelped when he realized he was pinching his own ear, suddenly long and floppy.  Looking at his hands, the fingers were shortening and turning black while his fingernails turned into claws.  Dark red fur appeared all over, and six extra nipples and nascent breasts grew out below her first pair and over the front of her belly.  Unable to sit up as his legs shrank and his balance shifted, Milton fell over on his side.

"Rrut's rappening?" he said as his face began to shift.  His whole head shrank while his nose and jaw pushed away from his face, forming a pointed muzzle and jowls that hung over his sharp teeth.  His nose turned black as some short whiskers grew out as well.  Shifting and fumbling on the bed, he found it hard to get comfortable with the large belly and newly formed limbs, back and tail.

Soon the tingling was beginning to subside and Morton looked over his altered body, now that of a pregnant Irish Setter.

"Lady Bridgette of Clairborne," Lillian said by way of an explanation.  Milton looked at her as she climbed off the bed and crossed the room.

"She was my mother's prize-winning purebred, and she was hit by a car about six months ago.  Mom loved that dog, and she's been virtually inconsolable since.  I got the collar from her and promised I'd find a replacement.  But she didn't want another dog, she wanted Bridgette.  And that's where you come in, Sweetie!" she said, pulling a leash from a dresser drawer.  She came back over to Morton and clipped it to the collar she'd put on him.

"They only found out after she'd died that she was pregnant.  Down, girl," she said, snapping her fingers and pointing at the floor.  Morton gave her a confused look, his memory starting to grow foggy.  This woman smelled familiar, and she felt compelled to follow her orders.

Shifting in the covers, Morton got uneasily to her feet and carefully hopped off the bed, staggering a little under her extra weight.  Shaking out her fur, she began to pant, looking up at the woman expectantly.

"Good, girl!" Lillian said, patting Morton's head.  She liked that and pushed against Lillian's hand.  She lead the new dog out of the bedroom and downstairs.

"So now that I'm pregnant, I don't need or want you around anymore.  I'm not letting a drunken good-for-nothing raise my child.  But you'll fit in perfectly out at Mom's ranch!  She'll be so happy to see you again, Bridgette."

The Setter wagged her tail at the sound of her name.

"Who's the bitch now?  Huh?  Who's a good bitch?  You are!  Yes you are!" Lillian said happily, her tone making Bridgette feel good.

Lillian got her car keys and led Bridgette out the door.  It was a two hour drive to Mom's place, and she had a sudden hankering for some tacos.