“Steve thinks that she…
Steve stopped reading at “she”. Yes, he knew that his body was a girl, but Steve refused to think of himself as girl. He knew that this body was temporary and that he would be able to return to his former body once he generated a sentence simple enough to safely edit. Still, seeing his name and “she” together wasn’t doing any favors to his mental state at the moment. Continuing on, Steve read the full sentence:
“Steve thinks that she has realized the full implications of being a pregnant, anthropomorphic rabbit girl, but she can’t accept that she’s going to be spending a lot of time as a girl from now on.”
“Come on…” Steve moaned in the high-pitched voice that the app had given him. That sentence wasn’t even fair – how the hell was he supposed to edit something like that?
“Ding.” Steve generated another sentence:
“Steve doesn’t realize that her earlier contraction was a minor one, or that she’s pregnant with twins, but she’ll figure both of those things out soon enough.”
“Not again!” Steve tried to say, only for another contraction to hit, causing the sentence to come out as “Not agaaaargh!”
One of Steve’s hands clasped his belly while the other covered his mouth. A switch inside of Steve’s body flipped and, once again, every one of his muscles went from 0 to 100 in the blink of an eye. Fiery, overwhelming pain lanced through Steve’s abdomen – from the lips of his cunt to the flesh just underneath his breasts, Steve’s flesh tried to tear itself apart as it competed in a strongman competition where the sole challenge seemed to be squeezing the life out of the baby inside of him.
“Please… please… please…” Steve panted through the dainty fingers covering his mouth as the contraction intensified. Just like before, there was nothing that Steve wanted right now, nothing in the entire world, other than for his muscles to relax and the pain to stop. He would give anything, pay any price, suffer any detriment, or pledge his soul to any demon if it would just make the contraction stop. But, again, what Steve wanted didn’t matter. His body was set on a course dictated solely by the conversion of his Y chromosome into an X, as well as the presence of a fully grown baby inside of his womb.
“Ding.”
Steve felt like he was sitting in a sauna as the fur on his body began to mat with sweat. He could feel his body starving for oxygen, but no matter how hard or fast he breathed it didn’t seem to help. Still, despite the suffering, Steve managed to look down at his phone.
“Please! Please! Please!”
Steven continued to pant as a shaky hand rose from his belly and slowly moved over to the phone. Despite his quivering, Steve managed to land a finger on the button to generate a new sentence. Somewhere, deep down inside of his mind, Steve understood the nature of this device as a sort of twisted monkey paw. It had trapped him in this situation as a sort of sadistic challenge and it wasn’t going to let him out of it if he only tried to fix his situation when things were easy.
No, what the app was looking for was for Steve to overcome the limitations of his pregnant, laboring body. It wanted him to rise above the challenges imposed by his biology and do what someone else in his situation wouldn’t be able to – to push aside the pain and fight back against the DNA that filled every cell in his body. It wanted Steve to generate a new sentence while he was at the peak of labor, and it rewarded his efforts with a phrase that fully encapsulated Steve’s current situation despite its simplicity:
“The anthropomorphic rabbit is in labor.”