Grow Some Ovaries

"Aaugh," Rat said, and doubled over, clutching his stomach. The goth grew pale.

"What is it?" Lois said.

"Some...some kind of cramp. Oh fuck." He knelt down on the floor, clutching himself around his waist. "It's fucking...burning..." He brought up a hand and they both stared at it. It was full of bright red blood.

"Shit," Lois knelt down next to him, and tried to pull his other hand away from his abdomen. "Rat, let me see it. You might have cut yourself."

The reporter had said it automatically, but then realized how absurd it sounded. Cut himself? On what?

The goth tried to struggle as she lifted his shirt, trying to get a better view. There was a red line, just south of his belly button, disappearing into the matted pubic hair of his pants. She could see blood, but wasn't sure where exactly it was coming from.

Another convulsion shook him, and Rat moaned louder. Lois grabbed his belt buckle and started to unclip it, while the man weakly protested. "Oh shut it," she said. "Nothing I haven't seen before." she muttered, conscious that his half-hard dick was still sticking out of his open zipper.

Finally, she undid the belt and pulled his pants open, then pulled jeans and underwear down a couple inches. "I need to see how bad it is, Rat." She said, but he'd ceased struggling.

With shirt up and pants down, Lois could see where the blood was coming from. A wound had opened up, just a few inches above the mons pubis. It looked like an extension of that ugly red line descending from below his belly button, and as she watched the line seemed to sink in and split, the wound extending vertically upwards until it was a couple inches long...but there was something wrong with it.

There wasn't that much blood, for such a wound. The sides weren't ragged like a cut, either, but soft as a kind of cleft. There was blood on there, sure, but it didn't look like it was actively bleeding. Tentatively, Lois reached down and touched the skin on either side of the gap.

"Can you feel that?" she asked.

"Yeah."

Lois hesitated, and then placed her thumbs on either side of the gap and pulled it gently. Rat moaned, and she stopped.

"Does that hurt?"

"I...no. It's just...it's fucking weird."

Lois spread the skin wider...and then almost let it go, when she processed exactly what she was staring at. A familiar arrangement of pink folds—no clitoris, no urethra, but other than that, this looked very much like a vagina. Except it wasn't between his legs, it was set just north of his normal junk, on the lower abdomen. The reporter's mind raced at the thoughts of how or why such an arrangement would come about...what possible purpose... and then the head of Rat's cock bobbed into view, leaking pre-cum. Almost leaking it, in fact, right inside his brand-new pussy.

The reporter dabbed gently at Rat's abdomen. "How does this feel?" she asked, fingers probing, not sure what she should be looking for, but imagining two round, hard lumps...

Rat yiped. "Sensitive." he said.

"So..." she stared at the idol, it's round, rune-carved belly docile and mundane now, then back to Rat's brown eyes. "...you've just grown a vagina."

Rat stared at her, eyes wide. He looked incredible **** there. Letting her touch him. Weak. Confused. Helpless. Lois smiled.