Part 4

Part 4

Mike snarled towards the doctor, "Get out of our way! We won't sit here and let you do this to us! We're leaving!"

Doctor Frank muttered a surprised "woah" and threw his hands up before taking a step back. Giselle and Mike hurried through the threshold and into the hallway. Despite her pregnancy, Giselle noticed how light and nimble she felt thanks to her recent changes. she was confident that no matter how fast they moved her strengthened muscles would easily keep up. On the other hand, Mike felt heavy and slow. His legs burned with even the lightest of jogs and he knew he would struggle to do anything physical.

Giselle caught a glimpse of the clipboard in Doctor Frank's raised hand as they rushed past.

She quickly read the list scribbled on the page:

dilation

position

unusual hair

unusual muscle growth

concerns about limited lower body width

Giselle's hands shot to her hips and she stopped moving. Mike turned to see what the problem was just as Giselle felt herself beginning to change. Her wide, womanly hips shrank beneath her hands in the increasingly loose, gray sweatpants. She could feel them slimming and flattening in real time. Doctor Frank was watching the pair with confusion from their original room. They hadn't even made it halfway down the hallway!

"Baby, what's the problem?" Mike asked in a shaky voice.

Giselle inhaled sharply as a stinging sensation jabbed into her ass. She tried to move her delicate hands to her rear, but her arms awkwardly stopped as the size of her hulking biceps obstructed her forearms. She struggled and maneuvered her hefty arms out and around her hips before finally making it to her butt. She felt her cheeks shrinking and hardening beneath her filigree, diamond wedding ring. Fat was quickly being replaced with hard muscle. She felt herself panicking and running her hands all across her lower body. Her hips were narrow and bony with very little shape while her ass was muscular and compact...and hairy! It felt like a man's ass! How would a newborn fit through hips like these!?

"Baby, what's the-" Mike attempted to repeat but his voice caught in his throat as his gaze shifted down.

Beneath the pink gown and blue jeans, Mike had begun a change of his own. A bloating sensation bubbled in his lower body. When his hands found his hips, Mike felt a palpable tension building. The pressure grew and grew, though his hands couldn't feel anything was physically different. He gritted his teeth and winced.

"Help me- help me I-" Mike stuttered tremulously.

He winced again as the tension in his hips ratcheted up and reached a boiling point. He felt like he was going to explode! Pained tears collected on the corners of his eyes while his hands uselessly searched for an answer.

Giselle surged towards Mike with her long, brunette hair flopping around her. She wrapped her bulky arms around his skinny torso, "It's okay, It's going to be okay." She whispered.

Mike groaned until a loud *CRACK* exploded from his hips. The pressure beneath his skin immediately subsided, but a new pressure began above it. Mike's jeans were impossibly tight! They cinched his body like a vice. The discomfort grew worse by the second as smaller cracks made his pants and hips less and less compatible.

"I have to get them off!" Mike shouted as he bolted for the nearest door.

He struggled to open the door with his depleted muscle mass, but managed to slip inside. In the darkness of the room, Mike kicked off his shoes and ripped his rebellious jeans to the floor. He bent over and ran his hands up his smooth, supple thighs and felt the curve of his hips flare outwards. Mesmerized by his enlarged hips, Mike barely registered a soft popping sound in his ass until another, much louder, *pop* demanded his attention. He remained frozen in a bent-over position but shifted his hands from his curvy hips to his rear. In the darkness, Mike's fingers groped along his cheeks and he knew they were swollen. Very swollen. As he diagnosed the issue, another *POP* heralded a further gush of fat beneath his fingers. His heart was pounding and his mind was racing as he helplessly tried containing his expanding lower body.

Giselle stepped into the room with a stream of light at her back. She briefly caught a glimpse of Mike bent over and facing away, however, the door closed with a *click* and the darkness returned before she could register what she saw.

Mike panicked as multiple cracks and pops sounded beneath his fingers. Each noise either juiced his ass or broadened his hips. Each noise dragged him further and further away from the strong, hard, masculine body he'd always possessed and towards something soft, yielding and feminine.

Giselle searched along the wall for a light switch and clicked it on, illuminating yet another examination room!

She gasped as she saw Mike bent over in his gown with his lower body sticking back towards the door.

"Mike, your butt is..."

After two quick *Knock* *Knock*'s, the door opened with a metallic *click* and Doctor Frank's head poked in the room.

"Giselle and Mike Ba-" His eyes settled on Mike who was bent over and facing away. Mike's ill fitting boxer shorts stretched over his widely flared, womanly hips, and hairless thighs. It also dug into his fat ass which stuck out provocatively and practically gushed from beneath the leg holes.

Doctor Frank moved his gaze to the floor and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Baker. I see you aren't quite ready. I'll come back in a few minutes to do the examination and talk about that concerning hair loss problem."

With that, Doctor Frank exited back to the hallway and the door closed with a metallic *click*.

Mike's face burned with embarrassment as he stood upright. He felt the pink gown brush against his newly expanded lower body. His ass was now so large that his boxer shorts protruded from the gown while standing still. Now that his hopelessly ill-fitting jeans had been discarded, Mike's smooth legs were left mostly uncovered because the gown reached only to his mid thigh. He cautiously touched his feminized new lower body and shook his head. Giselle's hips and ass had never been this big!

Giselle approached her husband who was frozen in place. His brown eyes were watering and he was trembling. Giselle sighed into her facemask. She sensed his vulnerability and fear. A feeling of responsibility to protect Mike grew inside her chest. She gently pulled Mike close to her. Her scalp itched, but she ignored it and embraced him. Mike's soft, lanky body felt fragile in her hands.

"At least we aren't alone." Mike whispered in a deep but shaky voice.

Giselle pulled him tighter and agreed.

They released one another just as Mike's blonde hair slipped past his ears. He felt it tickle the side of his face. He grabbed a handful of it as it pushed further and further down his body. It felt like silk between his fingers. He looked down at Giselle whose brunette hair was above her ears and disappearing. She reached up and, again, had to readjust her arms to compensate for the bulk of her biceps. A final pinch of brown hair slipped from her fingers until it was short enough that she could just barely grab it with her fingernails. She essentially had a buzz cut with dark little hairs atop her visible scalp.

She tentatively shook her head back and forth. She'd kept her hair long all her life and it was beyond strange to have no movement, no swishing and no weight atop her head. Her pretty, pearl earrings clashed with both her new hairstyle and the visible stubble on the sides of her black covid mask. The black facemask that had originally covered the entirety of neck and lower face had changed! No matter how she pulled or moved the mask, some of her stubble remained visible.

Giselle jumped away from Mike and looked down at herself. It wasn't just the mask that had changed. Her bulky sweatshirt had morphed into a tight-fitting, black t-shirt. Her medium breasts and pregnant belly strained against the the top while her bulging, hairy biceps stretched the short sleeves to their limits. She flexed her muscle in awe. These weren't 'Wow that girl looks strong' type arms, these were, 'Dude, that guy is a monster' type arms. Giselle's bulky sweatpants were now gray, yoga style tights. They were tight enough that her muscular thighs, straight hips and compact ass were well defined. The tights also left the bottoms of her hairy shins visible. The material dug into Giselle's vagina giving her a slight cameltoe. Her tiny, white flats were now gray athletic shoes with short socks. She no longer felt outright embarrassed about the manly aspects of her body, but she wasn't about to start flaunting them. Overall, she looked like a short, pregnant, body builder with a pretty face, tits, delicate hands, tiny feet and a cameltoe. She also wore pearl earrings and a white gold, diamond wedding ring.

Mike staggered as Giselle jumped away. His expanding, golden locks tickled his shoulders, then his back, then the top of his jutting rump. It was thick with a healthy shine.

He pulled his hair behind his shoulders and complained, "Why does it have to be so long and blonde? Yours was never like this!"

"I don't know." Giselle answered, "But we need to leave before-"

*Knock* *Knock*

Metallic click.

Warm smile.

"Giselle and Michael Baker I presume? I'm Doctor Frank. It's a pleasure to meet you both."

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