Marie pulled into a gas station to sort herself out. She had left, somewhere, and she was starting to feel cramps in her stomach. She brought a coke, the cost of using the toilet, as she looked at herself in the mirror she had lost all color in her face, ghosts had more color. She felt woozy, she gripped the cheap metal of the grimy sink. Her knuckles were white, she put a hand on her belly as her breasts started to tingle. They felt heavier and her pink nipples turn the brown of rich black coffee.
Her breasts were starting to tear the fabric of her shirt she had to take her shirt of as her now D cup breasts rested on her chest. They had lost their former perkiness, they heavy on her chest. Then she nearly screamed:
"AAAWWW FUCKKK!"
She started heaving up the contents the bacon and egg BBQ roll she had for lunch. Marie had a feeling that her morning sickness was particularly, she was really correct since is was an incubus seed. Her body was rebelling against a sperm that was cursed. She didn't feel sexy anymore with vomit in her hair and on her shirt, she went home. Letting her shirt drop to the floor she then kicked off her skirt. Marie breasts felt sore and so was her stomach from dry retching into the toilet. Her breast leaked a small amount of clear fluid, but a edited memory made her think that she was just witnessing a discharge.
Then just as quickly she became Greg. Returned to his male form he was now addicted. To Marie's story, the dildo was so kind of interactive, virtual reality tool for telling her story.