Transformation

It is not much longer before you see Fiona reenter the lab. Her face was tight with annoyance, though you could tell she wasn't outright angry.

When she gets to you lets out an exasperated sigh. "Peg just doesn't understand."

"Her condition?" You ask.

Fiona nods. "It's stupid. But...it's worth it. Besides, maybe she's right. Maybe you need a little independence from time to time. We'll see."

You take her hand. "I'll always be yours."

"And I yours my Prince." She kisses you and holds you close for a solid minute. "They're going to put you to sleep. Did you want to wait for Mom to show up?"

You shake your head. "I want to get this over with."

Fiona strokes your face and looks into your eyes. "It's going to be okay."

You smile. "I know."

Once more the pair of you come together for a kiss and an embrace. Soon Lucy is at your side with a syringe along with an IV bag. A pinprick later and you are swiftly drifting out of consciousness. Your heart and mind are at peace. You knew your Aunt would look after you. Your last sight is your sister's loving hazel eyes, your last thought is of the children you would have together.

...

It only feels like a few seconds, yet as you gradually come to consciousness you could somehow feel that a significant length of time had passed. You could hear rustling and soft voices around you and the light could be sensed through your closed eyelids.

At first you don't feel all that different, just groggy, but then...ohhhhh fuck! OHHHHH FUCK!

Your body was on fire! Not in a painful burning way though. No, these were the fires of passion. Horny was a paltry and wholly inadequate term to describe what you were feeling. Lust flowed through your tingling flesh like lifeblood. Your nipples felt alive with a tenderness you didn't recognize. You could feel that you were rock hard and you were sitting in a puddle of your own pussy juice.

Your eyes snap open. You blink a few times at the bright light then look around at the gathered faces around you. Mom, Peg, Lucy, and...Fiona. Your gaze locks on her.

"Fuck me!" You beg with your very first words. Your voice is soft and light, quite lovely really. "Fuck me Master!" You plead.

All of them raise their eyebrows in surprise at you lewd awakening.

"Wow!" Fiona smiles. "You said he might be aroused, but I didn't expect that."

Peg chuckles. "His body is brimming with fresh fertility. If he isn't pregnant already, he will be soon!"

"Fuck me!" You whisper. "Breed me!" Nothing else mattered to you right then. You didn't care other were around. You didn't care about anything except getting Fiona's big cock inside of you in the shortest amount of time possible. Your breathing is fast and shallow and you could feel a thin sheen of sweat rise up across your body.

Fiona comes forward and take you in her arms. "When we get home baby, when we get home."

You cling to her as if you might float away if you let go. She smelled soooooo good. She felt soooooo good.

Your mother was on the other side from Fiona. She is looking at you closely with a strange little smile on her face. "How are you feeling?"

You take three long shuddering breaths. At every moment your passions threatened to consume you but you **** yourself to focus on what was happening around you. You take another three deep breaths. Focus Jesse, focus!

"I'm...I'm okay." You say in your new lilting tone. "I feel good. Really good."

"You look good!" Your mother says. "You're...beautiful!"

Peg reaches in and squeezes your hand. "I'm glad you're okay." With that she and Lucy get back doing whatever it was they had to do.

You reluctantly loosen your grip on Fiona and look down over your body. You were still covered up to your belly button with a blanket but you were as naked as before. You were...different. Different all over. The wounds were gone with not a hint of a scar, but that was only the beginning. You were even more slender and softer than before. You had lost muscle mass, a lot of it! Your pink nipples were puffy and the flesh around them squishy looking and bulging ever so slightly. You didn't have boobs...but you didn't not have them either. Your belly tapers inward before...ohhh wow! You had hips! Nice curvy hips! Your face brightens into a huge smile. Big child bearing hips!!!

You push the sheet down to look at your lovely hips and you are stunned to see...a big fucking cock! You freeze in place and stare stunned at your own big hard dick. It wasn't like your mother's or sister's, but it was a sight to behold. Somewhere in size between Chloe and Elsie. It looked just like it did before, just bigger. It flexes as if on its own as you watch it. A fat dew drop glistens at the tip in the harsh white lights of the lab.

Fiona watches you with a smile. "A bit of a side effect. Tapping our gift seems to have this effect. Hope you're not unhappy with it."

Your eyes snap up to your Mistress. "Do you like it?" You ask with fear in your voice.

Fiona slowly nods. "It's yours isn't it? That means it's also mine. I love it Jesse."

You reach down and feel your balls. A bit bigger but not to the same extent. You slip a finger down to feel your butt pussy, dear lord you were wet! You bring the finger up and suck it clean. Neither your mother or sister bat an eye.

You could feel your mother's intense gaze to your right. Her eyes were locked on your face. She slowly pulls a hand mirror that she had been holding up for you to take from her. "Look Jesse, look at your face." She says in a hushed voice. "Look at your face sweetheart." She wanted you, you could see it in her laser focused stare, she wanted you bad! She nibbles her plump lip as she thirsts for you.

You cannot help yourself but let out. "Fuck me Mama!!! Right now!" You shake your head and let out a gasp. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm not thinking straight." You blink hard and **** yourself to focus again. You take the mirror from her with a trembling hand. You turn it toward yourself...

"Ohhhhh!" You let out a joyful sigh.

You were beautiful...absolutely beautiful! It was you still, the essential elements that made your face your own were still there, but everything was softened and smoothed. You didn't look any younger than your 19 years but you were distinctly more feminine! Androgynous would be the word. Were you a boy? Were you a girl? Both? Neither? Did it even matter anymore?

You reach up and feel the smooth skin of your cheek and chin. No stubble there, not even a hint of it. You trace your pretty pink lips then feel the long svelte swoop of your neck meeting your thin shoulders. You admire your own beauty, mesmerized by it. You could hardly believe this stunning beauty was your own. You knew there would be changes but you hadn't expected this. This lovely boy staring back at you was you now.

Your mother beams with pride and something not nearly so wholesome. She loved the new you, and so did you.

Fiona can't hide her happiness at seeing your joy. "You like it?"

"I...ohhhh, I'm beautiful! I'm so beautiful! I love it! Oh my God! I love it!" There were tears in your eyes. You lower the mirror and look back down to your curvy hips. Of everything your pelvis was the thing that had changed the most. The change had made the room inside of you that your womb needed. That your baby needed. You remember what Peg had said just a few minutes ago. She said that you were super fertile and that if you weren't already pregnant you would be soon. You grab Fiona's hand and squeeze it tight, you are noticeably weaker than you used to be but you didn't care about that. Fiona was strong enough for the both of you. Your strengths were elsewhere. "Take me home. Please Fiona. Take me home."

Fiona smiles and brushes a long brown bang from your pretty face. "Soon baby, soon."