You sigh dreamily and settle back onto the couch, trailing your hands lazily over your belly. You can't believe you ever thought this felt wrong, it feels like the most wonderful thing in the world...
Suddenly, with a loud BANG, you hear the front door opening down the hall. "Victor? Are you home?" You jump with suprise and quickly settle down again, not wanting to disturb your twins. It's your girlfriend, Jessica. Oh no, anything but that! Triplets would be hell! And with your girlfriend, no less!
"Jess, don't.... don't come in here, there's a big mess!" You cry out, your girlish, feminine voice suprising you. A few aspects of your transformation still need getting used to.
But despite your best efforts, you watch in terror as Jessica steps through the arch into the living room. Danny and Sally's clothes lay in heaps on the floor, sticky spots on the carpet and couch betraying your recent "aquasitions". She stares at your for a moment, blinks rapidly, then smiles. You wait for the tingling in your belly again, but...it doesn't come.
"Hey babe. I just got back from work, you look radiant as ever..." She steps forward and wraps you in her arms, even dipping you towards the floor. Your belly weighs uncomfortably down but Jessica doesn't seem to mind. As you stare up at her you begin to notice something strange.
Her long brown hair is starting to recede, getting shorter. It reforms into a messy, but stylized cut. Her features begin hardening, chin and cheekbones becoming sculpted, a beard trailing down her face and around her mouth. Her cat's eye glasses reform into an Aviator-esque pair.
Her throat flexes out and drops, octave deepening until she sounds like a man: "Damn, Victoria, I don't know how you do it. Carrying our twins around and still look stunning." As she lifts you back up her outfit of a red sundress separates and reforms into a plaid jacket, white shirt, yellow tie, and matching pants. Her breats recede into her body and her frame fills out the larger clothes, gaining bulk and muscle mass. You find your nether regions growing hot as you see the crotch of her pants swell with a distinctive bulge.
Standing in front of you, your former girlfriend, is a slightly nerdy but sexy looking professor. His beard and glasses drive you wild as he takes the pair off and cutely rubs them on his jacket. "Jessica...you look great." You say in awe, which causes him to frown, then chuckle. "You can't have had that bad of a day. It's Jesse, you know that." He puts his glasses back on and pulls you into another embrace.
It all feels so... natural. So right. You lovingly return the gesture as his hands slide down to your slightly swollen belly. "Can't wait for these little guys to come out, we need to start buying stuff..."
All of your memories are flooded with marriage to Jesse, your purchase of the house, and that hard, passionate night of lovemaking that lead to your impregnation. Though you still know, deep down, that none of this is real and you're pregnant with your best friend and his girlfriend, you push that all back and hug Jesse tighter.
You sigh. Everything is perfect.