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Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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Avatar Pt 20

Patricia was only able to sit up with David's help.  It was his ninth 
day of pregnancy and that meant he was nine months pregnant and due 
to deliver today.  At least his sex drive was under control. 
Aphrodite had come to him and explained that his new sex drive was 
the result of his pregnancy; the female hormones surging in his body 
were driving him loopy with need.  Thankfully, David had been there 
for him, both as a sexual partner, and as a friend.

Patricia's bosom had continued to grow at a rate of a cup size a day, 
and he was now up to an F cup.  Obviously, his bras no longer fit 
David, but David had found his own collection of bras and panties in 
his things on his second day with breasts (at least the second day 
that Patricia knew about).

The professor had been too big yesterday during his "eighth month" to 
go stomping through the jungle, so they sat around the camp 
discussing make-up (which the professor found he knew a surprising 
amount about) and what they liked in girlfriends.  Patricia loved 
having a friend around, and just hoped he could have as good a 
relation with Amber, when he got back.

They spent the morning working at camp until about noon when Patricia 
felt a magical twisting in his crotch.  He had only been wearing a 
nightie all day, so when his water broke, his clothes suffered 
minimally.  Over the next few hours, things were a bit chaotic as 
Patricia felt like he was passing a watermelon through his hips.  The 
professor didn't know how long it was before it was all over, but at 
some point the pain went away, and David put this small bundle into 
his arms.  He looked down into the face of the small bundle of joy in 
his arms, and the only thing he could think to say was, "I'm a 
mother."

"Yes, you are.  So what are you going to name him?"

Patricia thought about it and said, "Elijah.  It was my grandfather's 
name."  Patricia was then given the royal treatment by David for the 
rest of the day.  If he needed anything, David would get it for him. 
He remained naked for the rest of the day (he had stripped off the 
sweat soaked nightgown shortly after giving birth), and wasn't even 
surprised when David never even mentioned anything about his having 
had a cunt for a few hours out of the day.

It was a couple hours later when Aphrodite appeared before him. 
Patricia was feeding little Elijah, and Aphrodite said, "Welcome to 
motherhood, Patricia."

Almost afraid, Patricia asked, "I'd have to give him up, wouldn't I?"

"Pardon?"

"If I went back, I'd have to give him up, wouldn't I?  You said I'd 
have to give everything up, and that means him, too, right?"

"I'm afraid so.  But don't worry, I'm not going to destroy him or 
anything.  He'll come to be with me.  He is my son, too, after all."

"It doesn't matter.  I'm not...  I can't give him up.  I'm Patricia 
now.  For good."

"Good for you.  But the offer will stand.  If you change your mind 
and want to go back, then seven days after your return, all you have 
to do is ask, and I'll change you back."

"I won't use it."

"I believe you."

Aphrodite leaned over, kissed Patricia's forehead, then left. 
Outside, David shifted back into his regular form.  He knew Patricia 
was serious, and that SHE wouldn't go back, even if Amber rejected 
her.  But as long as professor Abbott had been paying attention to 
her lessons, she and doctor Amber Cole would have a long life 
together.

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

-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the  difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
ICQ#37222294

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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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