The miasma receded, and Steve found himself looking up at Leon.
The lion grabbed onto the sides of his head, shaking it, then looked back at Steve and said, “sorry man, I’m sure you understood. It’s been a crazy couple of minutes and I’m just barely holding it together.”
Leon looked towards the center, then back at Steve, “you have to follow my orders right?”
“Yes master,” Steve said as he nodded.
“Alright well, my order is that you don’t have to follow my orders anymore. Do whatever you want.” With that, the lion closed the car door and walked back inside.
Phew. Steve was exhausted from the walk back, but that didn’t stop him from breathing the biggest sight of relief of his life. After a relaxing for a minute, Steve discovered a new problem – despite the fact that his belly was pressing up against the steering wheel, his diminished height meant that it was hard for him to see over the dash and, much more importantly, his dainty feat no longer reached the pedals.
Shit. Well, the first problem was easy enough to fix. Steve reached down the side of the seat and moved it up until he was sitting much higher than before. He briefly tapped the seat forward but, as his belly painfully smushed against the steering wheel, he realized that wasn’t going to be an option.
What do I do? How do I get home? Steve’s car had limited self-driving – he could set the speed, and the car would automatically brake if needed. Maybe he could do that?
Turning on the car, he noticed another problem, which was that he couldn’t read the speedometer. Still, he had some idea of what needle position corresponded to fast and slow. Further aiding Steve’s plight was the fact that the self-driving put a blue arrow on the speedometer, which he could use to tell how fast he’d set it.
With no other choice, Steve turned on the self-driving with the car still in park and set it to the first small notch on the speedometer. Throwing the car into reverse, Steve was relieved as the car slowly backed up. Once he’d backed out of the spot, he turned the speed down to zero and the car stopped. Throwing it into drive, he managed to get the car moving.
Thankfully, it had gotten dark outside and the road was devoid of traffic – and more police. While it would have ordinarily only taken about ten minutes to get home, Steve kept the car at a low speed. Not only was he not fully in control of it, but he didn’t know how fast he was going.
Still, the trip was mostly uneventful until Steve was only about a block away from the entrance to his complex. It was at that moment he felt a tingling come from underneath the baby, followed by the overwhelming need to go pee. He knew from his experience as the rabbit just how much pressure a full womb could put on his bladder, and whatever was currently occupying his uterus was far larger than anything that could have fit into that rabbit’s body.
The baby began squirming and the pressure inside of him intensified, but despite the feeling that he was going to pop like a big messy water balloon, Steve kept his hands on the wheel. Turning into the complex, he felt the baby’s head impact next to his bladder, just barely saving him from wetting himself. He had to go so bad, but he was almost there.
Another thrash and a hand jammed into his spine. He was almost there; he could see his apartment just ahead and he’d never been more thankful that he had a private garage that led inside.
He reached up and hit the garage door opener when he began to feel the familiar feeling of the muscles in his stomach winding up. No! Not here! Not now! He was so close and yet…
The door was opening too slowly and he wasn’t going to make it. Setting the cruise control to zero, he felt the car come to a stop right as an electric shock shot down his spine. It was almost as if his brain was calling out, “make me suffer!” and his body was eager to comply.
The baby thrashed as every muscle in his body clamped down, once again forcing it against his cervix and, unfortunately his bladder. Now crushed under the weight of his womb, what liquid had previously occupied Steve’s bladder involuntarily forced its way into his urethra, but the few spurts of piss that he felt leak out made him realize how silly his earlier concerns had been.
Here he was, stuck in the body of an anthropomorphic skunk, pregnant with god only knows what, and he’d been terrified that he wouldn’t be able to make it to the toilet in time. Steve just laughed as he watched the garage door slowly open in front of him, all while waves of fiery agony spasmed through his body.
Despite all of his problems, he’d really been concerned about a little pee on his car seat. The contraction faded, the baby inside of him calmed down, and Steve chuckled to himself – he was so fucked.