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The woman sat down and removed her panties, and Jim knew the answer to his unfinished question. He was already the shape and size of a girl about twelve when he finally got around to reaching down to try to stop the change. By then it was too late. He was smaller inside and out, and the ring was stuck tight and beginning to hurt.
"That won't work," the woman verified. "The ring will adjust to your size eventually, but it takes time... and in the meantime there is no way to stop the transformation, so you might as well just relax and enjoy the ride."
Enjoy this? he thought as the woman picked him up and cuddled him in her arms. He seemed about eight now, and most of his abdomen was going numb. At least it didn't hurt, but why...
"Why?" the woman whispered, as if she had read his thoughts.
"I'll tell you, so listen carefully while you can still understand
what I say.
"There was a man in my life once. I loved him, he loved me, and when
he made me pregnant I just loved him even more for that."
Jim was listening with half an ear. His age was a countdown - six, five, four...
"Mommy," he whimpered.
"Yes dear, I'll be your mommy soon," the woman whispered. "One day three months later my lover got drunk and beat me up. He hit me so hard I lost our child. The police who took him away took a picture of his little victim, and for some reason I kept a copy of it."
Passing the zero point, Jim felt as if his gut was splitting but it was 'just' an umbilical cord growing out of his navel and somehow snaking up between the woman's legs and into her.
"From that day I have hated all men," she whispered and winced as a connection was made in her womb. "Yet I was yearning to have a child of my own one day."
It was getting difficult to see, both because his eyes were becoming more rudimentary and because there was a membrane growing around him. When it started filling up with a warm fluid it became difficult to breathe for a moment, then the umbilical started pulsing and he did not need air any more.
"And now," his mother-to-be concluded her tale as the umbilical
went taut and started pulling him into her darkness, "I shall have my
child after all, and revenge on the men of the world as represented by one
of them.
"Have a nice ride, junior. See you in six months!"
It was dark and warm. He could get used to this, he thought idly. Did he have any choice really? Well, he could...
Tue Feb 6 15:22:00 2001