More chores for Luca

You put down the basket full of your host's clothes. Yet another chore that Nathan dumped on you and you couldn't object. You sigh in discontent, not particularly thrilled now having to wash another dude's underwear. The strong stink of his sweaty cock flares up when you grab one of his intimate pieces with your dainty little hands. You stop for a second, weirdly fixated with that horrible smell. The memory of how you sucked another guy's dick like a horny little cumslut the day before replaying inside your head. You gulp as if his seed is still stuck on the back of your throat. The image makes you feel one of those little tingles between your legs.

You throw the thing inside the washing machine and shake your head.

Handling Nathan's underwear makes you suddenly remember that you're not wearing one of your boxers today, but instead a pair of your sister's pink panties instead. It is uneasy realising how comfortable the soft fabric feels against your skin and how seamlessly you put them on.

You're honestly scared of how, with each passing day in this body, the thought of being a man grows increasingly foreign to you. The most surprising part of all is how you can barely notice it manifesting. For it is not only your new appearance or the sex you have between your legs that have been subjected to change, but a plethora of little things that more and more makes you identify yourself not with your previous self but rather with Luca, the dumb and pregnant teenager who dropped out of high-school.

Some of them are just mannerisms, like automatically sitting down on the toilet whenever you have to pee (and it is many times a day with your pregnancy). Others are just changes in the way you react to things, for example, how you're not surprised by your boobs anymore whenever you have to milk them or taking a shower. Worst though is that having masturbated so much in a female body has somewhat changed what it comes to mind when you think about pleasure. It is truly hard picturing what sex feels like for a boy, even though you're supposed to be one!

Less and less you think about the various girls you fucked over the course of your life and more about your old classmates and male friends. Sometimes you fantasise about one of them being the father of the baby inside your belly, though that is obviously not true.

The thought of Nathan's dick suddenly returns to your mind. Instead of opposing the notion of thinking about someone else's manhood, you find yourself wondering if Nathan's was bigger than the one you used to have. You picture the male version of yourself standing there close to you. Would you be willing to pull down his pants and check him, perhaps give him a good blowjob and then...

You interrupt yourself when you notice you had started rubbing yourself over your panties.

"Fuck!" You cuss out loud.

You hate how easily turned on by men you're getting. Is it normal for a girl to be this horny all the time? Is it because you're pregnant? Did the gun somehow mess with your head? Or do you just like getting pounded in your tight little pussy?

You shake your head, your large blonde mane swaying accordingly.

These thoughts, these cravings. What the hell are they? It cannot be natural that's for sure. It's got to do something with that gun. How many times were you hit with whatever thing that feminized you. Somehow, you figure, it did indeed do something to your brain.

Not minding your bloated belly and large firm breasts sagging with milk that usually get on your way, you grab the basket and make an effort to stand up. Out of breath, as always, you manage to put the basket on top of the washing machine and close it with one of your legs. As you're about to turn the machine on you feel a strong fluttering on your low abdomen.

The baby is kicking again.

You're paralysed from the sensation. This time it's a big one. Your breathing comes slowly as you put a hand over your half-exposed belly (the shirt you're wearing is also from your sister). It seems as if it takes a good couple minutes before you feel it settling inside you again.

You're not sure how much time of pregnancy that gun gave you, but you suppose it will not be long until you give birth. Speaking of which, you kinda have no idea how to do such a thing. You've never paid much attention to biology classes, being a dumb slut that barely managed to get through highschool before dropping out after getting knocked up by the football team or some teacher.

A-hem. You mean, because you were a boy of course.

Inside your head, you thought it would be as easy as opening your legs and then pop the thing inside you into existence. Ironically, you've always thought women exaggerated when it came to this subject, but being in this unexpected situation has given you an entire new perspective.

Finding yourself in the kitchen, you begin another one in a long list of chores. Washing the dishes.

But as the cool water from the sink starts to make contact with your smooth and hairless skin, something rudely interrupts you...