Troy only managed to waddle halfway to the front door before she saw Rusty’s arms and legs begin to pull back into his body.
“No! No! No!” Troy thought as she saw Rusty’s limbs disintegrating before her eyes. Until now, both of her hands had been holding her stomach in a desperate attempt to support the baby and keep it from pressing down any further, but as Rusty’s body began to fall backwards Troy stretched one of her arms out in a vain attempt to help him.
She waddled as fast as she could, finally reaching the front door and slamming it behind her. Troy looked down and saw Rusty’s body on its back just in front of her. His arms, legs, and police uniform had all vanished. What was laying on the floor in front of Troy was a naked head with a torso, its cock hanging flaccidly on the floor, wearing nothing but the fur it was born with.
The worst part was his head. It looked normal until Troy got to Rusty’s eyes. In their place were now two rings of wrinkly, puckered flesh. Deep down Troy knew what they were, but she didn’t have time to confirm anything right now.
“We’re under attack? Are you ok? Did either of us get hit?” Rusty asked, confusion evident in his voice.
“Yes!” Troy said exacerbated.
She didn’t have the time, energy, or wherewithal to explain. They were both still visible through the front window and Troy needed to get them both out of sight before another attack.
Troy leaned over to grab hold of Rusty, but as she bent over a sudden burst of pain shot through her. While leaning over had been a totally normal thing for her to do a few minutes ago, now the amount of space available was constrained by her baby’s head. As she bent over, her spine pressed down on the baby and the baby pressed down on her hip. Given how rapidly she had tried to bend, all that did was to painfully squish the baby between her bones.
Jolting upright, Troy lifted her hands off of her belly and, along with her tail, used them to help balance as she crouched down into a squat, keeping her back as vertical as she could the entire time.
Squatting down in front of Rusty caused the baby to press down into her cervix even harder than it already was. It almost felt like she had to take the world’s biggest shit, but the pressure was positioned just a bit too far forward for that to be case. It was not pleasant to remain in this position, but Troy didn’t have a choice – she had to pull Rusty to safety.
Grabbing onto the sides of his chest, Troy pulled with all of the strength that her new body could muster. Unfortunately for Troy, that wasn’t much. Between her new, petite figure and the small person occupying her stomach, there just wasn’t any strength to move herself, the baby, and Rusty.
She tried pushing back with her legs, but all that did was to turn her abdomen into a fulcrum for her pivoting chest. Just as when she had tried leaning over, the pressure of her spine squishing the baby into her hip caused ripple of pain to spread out from her stomach and wash over the remainder of her body.
The pain spread through the muscles of her body, causing each one to spasm in a vain attempt to help her escape from danger. Her rebelling muscles caused Troy to lose her grip on Rusty and fall over onto her side, letting out a whimper of agony as she did.
To make matters worse, as unpleasant as it was for Troy it was worse for the baby, which began punching and kicking in protest. Troy could only lay on her side, hands rubbing her belly, while her body repeated “please, mommy needs you to stop,” over and over again.
Despite her limited amount of time, the first instance of her mouth forming the word “mommy” caused Troy to realize that while the words were coming out of her body, they weren’t hers. She didn’t want to rub her belly or talk to the baby. She just wanted to get out of here. Nonetheless, as soon as the baby had starting fussing, her body had formed those words, almost as though it was an instinctual response.
“Hun, what are you doing? You know you’re too weak to move me. And are you ok? You never said if either of us was hit…”
Rusty’s words caused Troy to snap back to reality, but all she could muster was a weak “yes.”
“Get yourself to safety, I’ll follow behind,” Rusty said in a stern, matter of fact voice.
Troy wasn’t sure how Rusty was going to follow, but she didn’t have a choice. Rolling onto her hands and knees, she crawled out of the living room and into the hallway, the added weight of the baby pressing down on her belly button a constant reminder of the how foolish she had been to grow complacent earlier.