Part 7

Part 7

As Michelle, once again, laid eyes on the smiling Doctor Frank, she decided that cooperation was the only viable option. Clearly, the Doctor was behind everything happening to them. If she wanted to get her male body and child back, she would have to figure out his game and somehow reverse it.

Glen's mind came to the same conclusion. He was focused on two things: The doctor and his missing baby...and his wife's ass. Three things. His eyes flicked to her protruding rump which poked through the pink gown. Blood rushed to his new male appendage, and his focus on the task at hand waned.

Doctor Frank looked at them expectantly.

Michelle nodded and chirped, "Good to meet you doctor." She pointed to herself, "I'm Michelle," She then waved her hand towards Glen, "And this is my husband, Glen."

Doctor Frank smiled wider and motioned for the nearby desk and chairs. Glen approached and held Michelle's chair for her. He hadn't really thought about it, it just felt like the right thing to do. She sat in the chair, smoothed out her gown, and gave her husband a thankful nod. Accepting his chivalry just felt like the right thing to do. Glen plopped down next to his wife while her bare skin pressed against the cold chair and she shivered.

Once they were seated, Doctor Frank pointed to Michelle in her pink patient's gown, "I see you're already in the proper attire! So, as I said, my name is Doctor Frank. My job is to answer all your questions and walk you through the family planning process. This includes before, during and after conception." He looked at Michelle and asked quickly, "You haven't given birth before, right?"

Michelle's manly face blazed red with embarrassment. She wasn't even supposed to be a woman! Now there was a doctor asking her about giving birth!?

"No, I haven't." She answered quietly.

He turned his attention to Glen, "And you, sir, have you sired any children?"

The question stabbed Glen like a knife through the heart. He closed his eyes and clutched at his hard, flat stomach, remembering what he had lost. He took a deep breath and answered mournfully, "No, no I haven't."

Doctor Frank looked down at his clipboard and flipped a few pages.

His voice was low and somber, "Ah, damn. Forgive me, folks. I should have read your file a bit more. I'm sorry to hear you recently lost a pregnancy," Doctor Frank locked eyes with Michelle and nodded towards her, "No woman should ever have to go through that." He let the moment sink in while breathing a heavy sigh. After a few solemn seconds, Doctor Frank suddenly slammed his clipboard onto the desk with a *CRACK* and clapped his hands. The unexpected noise broke both Glen and Michelle from a devastated trance. He exclaimed triumphantly, "But that's behind you now! It's time to look to the future and make this big, happy family happen!"

Glen and Michelle were taken completely aback. Glen wasn't sure if he should cry, scream, strangle Doctor Frank, or clam up completely. He touched his hard, hairy abs and felt a distant longing. Between his legs was the obvious outline of his male equipment. He didn't even have the right plumbing to carry a child anymore. He was as far away from female as possible. He stared down at his hairy cleavage...well, almost as far as possible. Despite his despair, Glen rallied and forced himself to nod his head towards the doctor. He had to figure this out!

Michelle watched her husband grappling with complex emotions. She couldn't even imagine how he must have been feeling. Losing their child was awful, but listening to a doctor talk about it somehow made it even worse.

Doctor Frank began to fastidiously explain detailed descriptions of proper prenatal care including vitamins and supplements. He continually referenced Michelle when he talked about 'What these will do to your body' as if SHE were the one trying to get pregnant! Michelle touched her soft belly beneath the gown. Surely she couldn't get knocked up, right? Was the smooth cleft contained in her thong just for show or was it the real deal? Her mind wandered. What would it feel like to be a pregnant woman? Would she want to be if she could...?

She shoved the thoughts away. Of course not! Giselle was the one that was pregnant, Giselle was the one that wanted to give birth! Michelle focused. She had to get Giselle and Mike back.

Doctor Frank directed his words to Glen when referencing setting up a crib, driving home from the hospital and helping "mom" when she needed it. Glen nodded along and offered a few 'uh huh's' and 'sure's'. Though he found himself becoming generally annoyed at Doctor Frank who treated him like he had no idea how to care for an infant. It was almost as if Doctor Frank thought that as a man, Glen didn't have the slightest clue whereas he treated Michelle, a woman, like she would instinctively know what the baby needed.

Glen's interest was piqued when Doctor Frank got into a discussion of 'optimal sex positions for conception' including common ones like 'missionary' and doggy' alongside some nonsense called a 'mating press' and 'pile driver'. Glen imagined himself in a male sexual position. What would it feel like to 'pile drive' a woman? His mind wandered back to his wife's body and his new equipment began to stir.

While Glen was moderately engaged with the conversation about sex, Michelle was too lost in her own thoughts to pay attention.

Doctor Frank snapped Michelle back to reality when he turned to her and asked a direct question, "Were you planning on breast feeding? You know, they say nothing compares to mother's milk for the development of an infant."

"Uhm, yeah, I guess I was." Michelle replied flippantly.

Immediately after Michelle finished speaking, Glen's hand slapped onto the desk and he braced himself. His other hand pawed at his chest where an all-too-familiar pulling sensation began. He turned his head to Michelle who recognized immediately what has happening. She tugged at the collar of her gown and looked down. She knew her hairless, flat skin and small, hard nipples were about to change. She pictured Glen's medium breasts hanging from her chest and winced. Glen lifted his FBI t-shirt and revealed a dark rug of chest hair over-top his defined abs. The flabby sacs of fat on his chest were sucked in and deflated before his very eyes. B-cup...A-cup...and even smaller still. They quickly became little more than man boobs, but even those were flattening and tightening. When his chest finished changing, Glen's noticed it was still rather pronounced, but for a different reason. Gone were the squishy orbs of flesh, replaced by layers of hard muscle that pressed out heroically.

Next was his wide areola which quickly shrank and his nipples which shortened and tightened beneath his stare. They looked less feminine by the second until he was left with hard, hairy pecs and tight, masculine nipples. He couldn't imagine any sane person seeing his chest and thinking he was remotely capable of nursing a newborn.

Finally, Glen's tapered waist thickened and filled out until his entire torso and hips were basically straight up and down. He had virtually no curves to speak of! His torso was completely transformed. It fit the definition of 'hyper-masculine' to a 'T'. He stretched his torso in a circle, noticing how easy it was to move without two b-cup sandbags weighing him down. He dropped his t-shirt back across his body and marveled at how comfortable and powerful he felt with his muscular chest puffed against the words 'Female body inspector'.

Michelle soon experienced the expected pressure in her chest. She noticed Doctor Frank droning on, seemingly oblivious to everything around him. She kept her eyes down the collar of her gown and watched her areola begin expanding. As they did so, Michelle felt the sudden urge to shake her torso back and forth so she began to do so gently. With each repetition, she noticed there was more and more weight and jiggle to toss around. Her shaking slowed as her breasts grew heavier and heavier. They soon gushed outward and pressed into the top of the gown. Now, when Michelle lazily moved her shoulders back and forth there was noticeable movement in the gown itself. Her breasts pushed harder and harder into the gown and became heavy enough that Michelle needed to adjust how she was sitting; how her shoulders were positioned; and even how her arms rested. She braced herself on the chair as her fattening tits pulled her whole body back and forth, extending and jiggling wildly with each move.

When it finally subsided, Michelle gasped at the weight pulling on her chest. These thing were enormous! Even considering she was over six feet tall, these monuments of femininity dominated her torso. Michelle knew her diminished musculature would only exacerbate her future struggles. They had to be at least an E cup! Glen's boobs hadn't even been half this size! As her heavy tits pressed into the gown, Michelle couldn't see her nipples directly. However, she could see their general outline and knew they were thick and motherly. She remembered Glen's baby-bottle-esque nipples with wide, dark areola and guessed she possessed something like those now. Glen's nipples had looked extremely feminine on b-cups, Michelle couldn't imagine what hers looked like now! She took a deep breath and noticed that even her breathing had become more labored with the added weight. She was forced to take shallower, faster breaths to compensate.

The final change was a quick tugging in her waist as it tapered inwards. The combination of matronly hips, a cinched waist and overflowing tits gave Michelle a sexy hourglass figure.

Michelle turned to Glen whose mouth was agape. He stared at the jutting mounds of flesh on his wife's chest with a lust fueled gleam in his eye. He knew what it felt like to have breasts, but not anything like those things! He felt the urge to heft her smooth, supple tits and pinch her hard nipples until she-

Glen looked down at his stiffening manhood. It tented his tights with a sensation he'd never felt before. It felt like an uncontrollable twitch- a powerful urge centered between his legs. Was he getting turned on by Michelle's soft...sexy...yielding body? He never thought he'd be attracted to women, but Michelle's body made a compelling argument!

Similarly, the image of Glen's hard abs swirled in Michelle's mind. The outline of his penis was also a tantalizing thought. What would it be like to see one from an outside angle? Michelle's pulse quickened and a shuddering feeling coalesced between her legs. A subtle warmth followed the shudder as her mind drifted further towards her husband's body. Her eyes flicked to him and widened when she noticed his obvious erection. It was huge!

Glen scooched his hips forward in the chair. He felt flustered and impatient. Michelle's slick, puffy vagina crossed his mind next. What would his cock feel like inside her? His penis begged for relief and begged to be enveloped. It wanted to penetrate and force submission; it wanted to breed. His skin felt hot and his horniness was almost overwhelming. He wanted to lash out and wrestle her to the ground. Was this really what male arousal felt like!?

Michelle's stare at Glen's bulge was borderline obsessive. She could see the head of his member outlined in his tights. What would it feel like inside her? Would he dominate and breed her? The heat between her legs intensified and became slick. Her heavy chest heaved with ragged breaths as a feeling of hunger, a feeling of emptiness wracked her.

Doctor Frank placed two shot glasses with clear liquid in front of Michelle and Glen. Neither heard much of what Doctor Frank had said in the last few minutes as they were lost in their respective fantasies and arousals. Both Michelle and Glen stared at the liquid in front of them while dirty images flashed through their brains and sexual yearning and arousal mounted.

Doctor Frank spoke nonchalantly, "This is the drink I was talking about. One little shot gives a prospective mommy and daddy all the advantages they need to conceive. Here's a sample if you're interested."

Glen barely heard Doctor Frank, but knew he wanted the meeting to be over. His large, calloused hand snatched the glass in front of him, bearing a blue mars symbol, and he drank it in one gulp. He then grabbed the shot glass bearing a pink Venus symbol and moved it in front of Michelle mouth.

She hadn't heard anything the doctor said, but when Glen's deep, penetrating voice ordered her, "Drink," she submissively opened her mouth and let him pour the liquid in without a second thought.

Doctor Frank watched the panting couple as they stared at one another lustfully.

"Wow, thank you both for trying my nutrient drink! Now, as I said, the male formula will increase sperm count and sperm activity. This means, Mr. Olmsted, that you'll be shooting large, highly potent ejaculations. It'll also increase blood flow to the penis and give you a burst of testosterone meaning you won't have to worry about performance issues! The female formula will optimize the PH of cervical fluid as well as increase it dramatically. It'll also soften, raise and open the cervix and adjust the female cycle to peak ovulation. That means, Mrs. Olmsted, that your vagina will be ready to accept Mr. Olmsted's sperm and help his swimmers reach their destination. It'll also increase blood flow to the vagina and give you a burst of estrogen to give you the best odds of fertilization. There's also the added benefit of supercharging arousal in both parties! Isn't that swell!?"

Glen and Michelle felt the effects of Doctor Frank's concoction almost immediately. If they were barely on the verge of control before, they were pushing well beyond it now. Glen stood up and his erection surged larger than ever. Waves of heat and arousal flowed into his testicles. He could feel the doctor's serum supercharging his sperm. His sack began to swell and ache as millions of new cells were created by the second. His cheeks were flushed, his heart was pounding and his breathing was fast. He clenched and unclenched his fists multiple times.

He bared his teeth at the Doctor and grunted, nearly delirious with arousal, "I need to fuck."

Doctor Frank nodded and pointed towards the middle door, "The second door is our 'conception' room." He paused, then lowered his voice, "Just a friendly warning. If you cream your wife's pie your odds of pregnancy are almost certain."

Glen panted heavily and reached his hand towards Michelle who was busy grinding her hips against the chair with her eyes closed. She imagined herself on all fours with Glen hovering nearby while he was imagining Michelle on all fours presenting herself towards him. They couldn't help themselves. With all the changes to their bodies, crazy hormones surging through their veins and the doctor's serum turning them into optimal breeding machines, both Michelle and Glen's bodies were primed and ready to copulate.

Michelle could sense the Doctors serum manipulating and changing things inside her. She was becoming more fertile by the second! Her slick fluid gushed from her like a waterfall. The yeasty odor of female arousal wafted to Glen's nose. He hissed and roughly snatched Michelle by her arm eliciting a high-pitched yelp. He yanked her to her feet and dragged her towards the middle door. Michelle's stomach leaped with excitement and her heavy breasts jiggled wildly beneath her gown as her domineering husband manhandled her across the room. Glen tore the middle door open and ushered his prize inside.

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