The P-Virus (tg, mf, mf, ff) [12/12]
SIX MONTHS LATER...

Billie was at work when the last stage of his pregnancy came to pass.
Everything he had expected had come about.  He had watched his belly
gradually bulge as the child within him grew.  It had been weird watching
his body change, knowing he was the vessel for a little baby boy or girl.

True to what Selma had told him, he had handled the pregnancy beautifully.
He had never found himself worrying about whether or not he looked fat or
felt desirable, and, in fact, the bigger he got the sexier he felt.  He had
not experienced any morning sickness, or hemorrhoids, or swollen ankles, or
any of the other problems that he had heard women complain about in dealing
with their pregnancies.  Also true to what Selma had told him, his sex
drive had gone through wild swings where he was ready, willing, and able to
have sex with anyone.

Lillith and he had gotten married only a couple weeks after she had joined
The Organization.  Lillith, like Billie, had found his pregnancy to only
enhance his beauty  and sensuality in her eyes.  She told him it gave her a
weirdly erotic sensation to bump her nose on his bulging belly when giving
him a blowjob, and when they had intercourse or anal sex, Lillith found
stroking his stomach to be as enjoyable as stroking his breasts.

Their sexual exploits with others proceeded normally.  Rosa, Toni, Morgana,
and Kira were regulars in their bed chamber and they even made time for
Selma and Amber when the couple's schedule allowed it.  Both Billie and
Lillith brought the occasional lover in from other places, Billie usually
from work, and Lillith from her life before becoming semi-exclusive with
Billie.

It was one month before his due date that Billie's life changed once more.
He was working out some problems with their inventory accounts when his
mind switched to thoughts of sex.  Now before, his mind regularly drifted
to thoughts of sex, more and more so as his pregnancy progressed, but he
had always been able to keep it from interfering with his work, and quickly
get back on track.  In fact, although he thought of sex more often now, his
sex drive was actually more controllable.

But now, he started needing sex and nothing he did would keep his mind on
the job.  He got up and went to the window, his nipples tightening, his ass
throbbing, and his dick harder than he could ever remember it being.  He
saw Selma out on the ground floor working with the cement mixer, and all he
could think about was getting to her and having sex.

He went straight out to her, not even bothering to put on his hard hat.
When he got close, Selma noticed it, saying, "Billie, go get your hard hat!
If the boss catches you out here without it, she could lose her insurance,
and you could lose your job."

Billie ignored her words.  "Selma, I need you to fuck me."

"Sure, at lunch-"

"No.  Right now."

Selma turned to Billie.  "You know there's no sex breaks during work hours."

"Please."

A look of understanding crossed Selma's face.  "I get it.  Hey, Jacqueline,
cover for me!"

A pretty redhead asked, "Why the hell for?"

Selma wrapped her arm around Billie's shoulders.  "Eighth month."  Billie
didn't get it, but the redhead obviously did, nodding in acquiescence.

Selma walked Billie back to the office.  As soon as they were inside, Selma
said, "Get undressed."  Billie didn't say a word, but quickly started
shucking her clothes.  Selma went over to the first aid cabinet and got out
a small packet of aspirin.  She got a glass of water, and handed both to
Billie.  "Take this."

"I'm not in pain."

"Trust me, babe."

Billie tore open the package and downed the aspirin with a couple swallows
of water.  Selma then took his breasts in hand and rubbed them.  After a
few minutes she quickly grabbed the phone, pressed a speed-dial button, and
nestled it under her chin before returning her hands to Billie.

He was so lost in pleasure that Billie was barely aware of Selma's voice
speaking into the phone, saying, "Yeah, we've got an eighth monther here at
the S.B.L. Construction Company.  Yeah, Billie's the name.  See you soon."

Billie heard all the words, but barely understood, and cared even less.  He
reached down and undid Selma's pants.  As soon as her dick was freed to the
open air, Billie leaned over and sucked it into his mouth.  Selma was
careful not to let go of Billie's breasts, and continued to fondle him as
he gave her a blowjob.  Billie reached up and grasped her buttocks, sliding
a finger into her as he bobbed on top of her.  The two moved together like
that until Selma came, filling his mouth with her cum.

After the orgasm, without saying a word, Selma sat on the edge of the desk,
lifted Billie up, turned him around, and slid her dick inside his ass.  She
reached around and grabbed is boobs, then proceeded to bounce him up and
down on her.  Billie came three times that way before he settled down and
relaxed.

He said, "I'm sorry.  I don't know what came over me."

"I do."  There was a knock on the door.  "And these people are here to help
you.  It's part of the virus.  Go with them and do whatever they ask."
Then she called out, "Come on in!"

The door opened and two women walked in.  "But what about Lillith?"

"Don't worry.  You'll be able to get a hold of her later when they get you
to where you need to go."

"But-"

"Billie, trust me."

"Okay."

Billie got up and bent over to get his clothes, but Selma told him, "You
won't need those."

Billie didn't understand, and was even more confused as one of the women
held up a large overcoat.  Selma waved him towards them, and Billie got
into the coat.  They led him out to a limo with heavily tinted back
windows.  He got in and was in total confusion as they drove off.  After a
while, the car stopped, and the door was opened.  Billie got out finding
himself at a private airport with a small jet parked on the tarmac.  The
women led him into the jet, then politely asked him to strap in.

After doing so, he waited patiently.  He heard a car pull up outside, and
heard someone get out.  In a bit, Rosa and Kira were escorted into the
plane and asked to strap in.  The women left, closing the door behind them.
Rosa and Kira quickly strapped in after a voice warned them they were about
to take off.

After the plane lifted off, and the seat belt light had turned off, Billie
asked, "Kira, do you have any idea what's going on?  Did Morgana tell you
anything?"

"No.  I have no idea what's going on.  Do you two know anything?"

Rosa said, "I don't know what exactly is going on, but I was with Toni when
they picked me up, and she said she knew what was going on, and I could
trust them."

"That makes me feel a little better."  The rest of the remainder of the
first leg of the trip was made in silence, the three of them too nervous to
say anything.

The plane landed somewhere else and the door opened and two other women got
on, both as far along in their pregnancy as the three of them were.  One, a
short blonde, seemed as nervous as they were.  The other was a tall, bald
woman carrying a large bag who seemed totally at ease.

After the plane was in the air again, the bald woman pulled some knitting
out of her bag and calmly started working it.  The blonde, however,
freaked.  "Oh, my god, what now?!  Six months ago, after I start
cross-dressing, I start growing boobs.  The doctors tell me I'm going
through some hormone problems, and not to worry.  But three months later,
after I go full time as a woman, my wife tells me about this Organization
she's a part of and that I'm pregnant and...  Oh, god, now what?!"

Before anyone else responded, the bald woman said, "I can tell you're a
first timer."

"First timer?"

"First baby."  Looking around at all the looks of confusion, she asked,
"You're all first timers?"  They all nodded.  "Relax.  This is just part of
the progress of the virus.  It means you're in the home stretch."

Billie asked, "But what is this?"

"I assume you've all noticed the increase to your sex drive?  Well, during
the last month that increase becomes uncontrollable.  It order to protect
both modesty and health, during this last month, all those once-men are
brought to a private tropical resort to finish their pregnancy.  It also
makes it safer since you can be watched for signs of labor, and a clinic
designed just for the purpose of child delivery is right there."

The blonde asked, "But why take us away from our girls?  I might've been
angry and said I never wanted to see her again when I learned what she had
done to me, but I love my wife and don't want to be separated from her."

"You're taken from your girlfriends because you might hurt them.  Their
sensitive vulvas are just not designed to take what you will be dishing out
over the next month.  Don't worry.  They've been told what's going on, and
you'll be able to call them once we get to the island."

Rosa asked, "Why not just tell us?"

"Because some transformees become so emotionally attached to their girls
over the course of their pregnancy that if they know they're going to spend
an entire month away from them that it requires sedating them to get them
to let go."

The blonde said, "They're right.  I want my wife."

The bald woman patted her arm.  "Relax, hun.  We're all going through this,
and many on the island have gone through this before."

Billie asked, "How many times have you gone through this before?  You said
you weren't a first timer."

She patted her belly.  "Third baby born of my loins.  By the way, my name
is Sue.  Used to be Beowulf."

"Beowulf?"

"Mom had a strong literary streak.  After I changed, I chose something...
simpler.  And who are all of you?"

The blonde introduced herself as Mara, and Billie, Rosa, and Kira
introduced themselves.  For the rest of the trip, they discussed their
pregnancy, Sue helping to put them at ease about what they were going
through.

A few hours later, they landed on a private island in the middle of the
Pacific.  Through the window, Billie saw a beach where a group of naked,
pregnant women (who he assumed were all she-males) cavorted freely.

They de-planed and were immediately handed a small beeper on a necklace and
told to use it immediately if they ever had a stabbing pain in their belly,
the first sign of their labor.  They were then shown to a small battery of
phones where each immediately called their wife/significant other.

While Billie and Lillith talked, she asked, "Do me a favor?"

"Certainly."

"They tell me that most of the boy-girls there choose to go naked to save
time.  It makes sex easier to get involved with.  But could you wear a
bikini for me?"

"Why?"

"Because I've always found tan lines sexy.  I know it's silly, but would you?"

"If that's what you want, sure."

"Thanks.  One other thing."

"What?"

"I love you."

"Love you, too."

After their calls, the group were all put into private rooms where they
found maps, phone directories, and some entertainment stuff, both sexual
and more sedate.  Billie called up the swim shop and ordered a bikini,
finding out then that he had a stipend to spend on things, courtesy of The
Organization.  The bikini would be custom made and delivered to him the
next day.

Figuring that one day in the sun wouldn't hurt, he decided to go down to
the pool.  He stopped by Rosa and Kira's rooms and the three went down
together for a swim, all naked as the day they were born.

The pool was fairly well populated, but not uncomfortably so.  Up close,
they could tell that all the women, pregnant or not (none of the staff were
pregnant), were transformees.  About thirty percent of those present were
openly engaged in sexual activities, ninety percent were totally naked, and
about fifteen percent were, like Sue, bald.

As they stood there, looking around, a naked Indian (as in from India)
woman noticed them and approached.  As she came close, Billie was struck by
how large the woman's "package" was.  She was erect and he guessed that she
was about a foot long (maybe a little longer) and almost as thick as his
wrist.  She strode right up to them and said, "Hi, you must be the new
girls.  Welcome to the Nest.  That's the unofficial name for this complex.
Anybody briefed you on the rules?"

They shook their heads, and the woman said, "Okay, basically speaking, it's
simple.  Sex is easy to find, but never obligatory.  If someone refuses
sex, either you or who you desire sex with, walk away to find someone else.
Although you'll probably find it harder and harder to refuse sex as time
goes on.  Any questions?"

Billie asked, "A quick one.  Why are so many girls here bald?  Don't get me
wrong, it's real sexy, but doesn't seem to fit the feminine image."

"It's better than the alternative.  Although the virus helps retard male
pattern baldness, it can't eliminate it, and if you think a comb over looks
stupid on most guys, it's just pathetic on a woman.  So if a transformee
starts losing their hair, most just shave it off, feeling no hair looks
more feminine than partial hair.  Anything else?"

"Not right now."

"Then I've got one."  She took Rosa's hand.  "I've never sucked off a black
girl before.  Would you be willing to let me taste you?"  Rosa's dick
immediately hardened and the two wandered over to the pool.  Billie turned
to Kira, only to find his friend had already found someone to suck her
massive boobs.

Billie wondered what to do next when he felt someone's lips pressed to his
sphincter.  He turned and saw what looked like a fifteen year old girl with
small features, red hair, and endless freckles with her lips plastered to
his backside.  He probably should've objected to what he thought was a
teenager, but her tongue was so nice.  And while Billie was getting licked,
the girl took his dick in hand and gently stroked it.  Billie couldn't hold
off and came like gangbusters after just a few minutes.

Afterwards, Billie turned to help the girl up and was surprised by the size
of the girl's breasts.  She made even Kira look small.  Her breasts stuck
out even beyond her large belly, and the girl was wearing what looked to be
a bra made out of steel mesh in order to heft her breasts.

Noticing Billie was staring, she said, "I know.  They're immense.  After my
twins are born, I'll be getting a breast reduction.  I kind of want to keep
them; they are fun, but just too much hassle."

"Twins?  You must've had a set of octuplets to get breasts that big!"

"No.  My first baby was only a single.  I had her about eight years ago.  I
got these through the pills."

"Eight years ago?  How old are you?  You look-"

"Fifteen?  Sixteen?"  Billie nodded.  "The virus helps to retard the
effects of aging.  I'm 23 now."

"23?  But that means you were only fifteen for your first pregnancy."

"Yup."

"Why'd The Organization do that to a teenager?  They claim that everyone
was transformed to help them.  How can it help a teen to do this?"

"Don't jump to conclusions.  Some teenage transsexuals are in such
desperate need of becoming women that they are given the virus, but it
wasn't The Organization that did this to me.  My dad was on the original
Organization council when the virus was discovered by them.  I saw him go
from man to woman, after a few years I figured out why, then tried to
blackmail him.  He took it upon himself to pump me full of the virus to
protect The Organization.  I was then shipped off to this island to
complete my transformation.  I was irate, and so was the rest of the
council, but here I was psych profiled and introduced to the woman who
became my wife."

"But how could they let a teenager choose to take those pills?"

"They didn't let anything.  I was a teenage genius.  My then girlfriend
mentioned that she liked big, big boobs, and hoped I'd grow big ones.  So I
figured out the formula for the pills and started taking them on my own.
But the dosage hadn't been determined, and I took what turned out to be
four times the necessary dosage, and wound up with these.

"Now I've had these for eight years and five pregnancies, and although both
my wife and I enjoy them, they're becoming too much to deal with."

"Five pregnancies in only eight years?!"

"My wife is sterile, but we both want a huge family.  With my inventions
and concoctions, I can easily afford it, so we just keep having kids."

"Wow.  So what happened to your dad?  And what's your name?"

"My name's Diana, and I'll make you a deal.  You and me spend the day
together and I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Why me?"

"You look a lot like my wife, and I miss her terribly.  I'm within a week
of my due date and haven't seen her in almost a month."

"Sure, then.  My name is Billie."

"Glad to meet you.  Let's go for a swim."

As they went towards the pool, Billie asked, "Weren't you supposed to ask
before kissing my backside?"

"Technically, yes, but you are so cute and look so much like my wife that I
had to take a chance.  Sorry."

"No problem."  Billie kissed Diana.  "I think this is the beginning of a
beautiful friendship."

************

A MONTH LATER...

Billie was by the pool when it started.  He had seen others go through it,
and kind of knew what to expect.  He had been with Diana when it happened
to her.  They had been frolicking on the beach when she suddenly grabbed
her belly and doubled over.  He rushed to her, but before he could get
close, he saw Diana grasp her beeper and press it.  He got beside her and
she told him that it was just labor pains.  She tried to make light of it,
saying that she'd been through four other labors, so she'd had a lot of
practice, but Billie could tell she was in serious pain.

It was only seconds before two women dressed in nurse uniforms rushed up
with a stretcher, put Diana on it, and rushed her back to the resort.
Having seen this before (from a distance), Billie stayed out of their way
and let them work.

It was a four days later when Billie next saw Diana, who was happily
nursing one of her new children.  As they talked, Diana commented that it
had been a pretty easy birth, only three days of labor.  Billie cringed a
bit, thinking of the pain he'd go through giving birth to a child.  Diana
knew what he was going through and helped by placing the baby she had just
fed into his arms.  The nurse brought the other twin over, and while Diana
fed him, Billie walked around, cuddling the brother.  At the end of the
day, Billie couldn't wait for the birth of his own baby.

Diana stayed around for a couple more weeks as she underwent the treatments
for breast reduction, but before she left, she and Billie exchanged numbers
and promised to remain in contact.

But despite all that he had seen, Billie was little prepared for the
severity of the pains when his first labor pains hit.  He was barely able
to press his beeper, and remembered nothing of what came next.  He was
barely aware of other people around him, but most of his thoughts were
clouded by the extreme pain he was going through.  He was vaguely aware of
sleeping for brief periods of time, but mostly it was just pain.

Some time later, he had no idea how long, the pain faded and finally went
away.  As his senses recovered, a baby was put into his arms.  He looked
into the face of the baby and knew contentment.  "My baby?"

"Yes.  A nine pound, ten ounce baby boy.  Welcome to parenthood."  The baby
continued to bawl as newborns do, and Billie held his new son close.

After a little while, he asked the nurse, "How long was my labor?  How long
was I out?"

"You had a pretty rough time of it.  Your pregnancy lasted eleven days.
Almost a record.  Your friend Rosa started her pregnancy after you, but has
already delivered.  Kira is in labor right now, and has been so for almost
six days.  The doctors say anytime now."

"So now what?  What do I do now that I've given birth?"

"A couple days observation, and a few introductory parenthood classes, then
you head home."

Billie smiled down at his son.  He was a father and a husband now.  The
breasts on his chest and the dresses he now so loved really didn't matter.
Together with Lillith they'd raise a family and have a great life.

Billie kissed his son on the forehead.  He decided to name him Gary.



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