Door locked, lights out except for the bedside table lamp, Jon was reading a porno mag. He was naked under the covers and his semi-erect dick was in one hand. The magazine was one of his favorites, a glossy high quality publication he picked up from a back alley store where they weren't very particular about checking the IDs and ages of their customers. It was filled to the brim with dozens of gorgeous big-breasted women of every color and sexual appetite. Busty twin brunettes with aristocratic features getting gangbanged by anonymous men covered in muscles and tattoos. A svelte black woman with long coiling braids down to her bubble butt whipping two leatherbound blonde bimbos. Several mysterious golden skinned Asian women, from slim and nymphlike to almost American in fleshiness, encased in elaborate vinyl clothing and engaging in all manner of watersports.
Jon knew the entire contents of the magazine by heart and was careful to never come on it while using it as a masturbatory aid. He didn't want to ruin it by getting any of the pages stuck together, especially now that he was getting to his favorite section. His blood was quickening and his penis twitched in his hand in anticipation. Jon turned the page.
This sequence of photos was untitled and the model unnamed, as with every other photo spread. The subject was a stunning redhead, hair the color of blood and styled incongruously, almost boyishly short. The rest of her was all woman, swanlike neck, massive round breasts topped with big, dark nipples, dramatically curving hips, flawlessly pale milky skin long legs, tiny feet. She was also heavily pregnant, breasts full and heavy, the massive sweep of unborn child rounding out her belly. Her face was full, the cheeks and chin slightly padded, though no less beautiful for that. Jon had never known why, but this had always been his favorite out of the entire magazine. She was sensual, womanly, put to the fullest use possible, and enduring the direct consequences of her indiscretions.
The tall, bearded, almost Satanic looking man tending to her in the scenes where she had a partner was something of a mystery. There were a scant few shots of him, his face always out of frame or partially hidden, as he covered the expectant woman with his body, taking her from behind, visible from the waist down as she knelt to suck his cock, lying down as she straddled him with her hugely swollen stomach in the way. Jon just called him the Master and frequently imagned himself in the lucky man's role, sadistically forcing himself on the smoking hot mother-to-be as if he could make her more pregnant than he already had.
A soft breeze blew through the room, fluttering the pages, making them briefly overlap and blur together. Jon used his free hand to smooth the pages down, securing one corner against the quickly rising malestrom. He tried to masturbate faster, wondering if he could get to climax before the wind became unbearable. Suddenly, the magazine was torn from his grasp by the almost hurricane velocity gusts as were the posters from the walls and the covers from his bed. They all flew away into the darkness, leaving Jon alone, naked and confused. Jon looked down at himself and whimpered, his confusion deepening as he realized that his body had been transformed to match that of the woman from the magazine. The swollen breasts and massive belly, the fleshy thighs and padded rump, all of it was now her. That was when Jon remembered she was Jonni now and this was her new life. She realized she was dreaming.
The young mother to be woke up in the guest bedroom. She came to with a gasp and half sat up until brought up short by the glossy, swollen dome saddling her midsection. With a sigh, she sank back down into the pillows. When she was finally, fully awake, she realized she was in the guest bedroom in the very bed where they had brought Nora after her own mini meltdown. Nora had reawakened and rejoined the rest of the family in the living room after only a few minutes of rest, but Jonni suspected she had slept for much longer. The room was dark, no light crept in through the crack in the curtains, and she could hear night sounds, crickets and the soft calls of night birds, the occasional shushing sound of a passing car. The house itself was quiet and Jonni heard no activity, no murmur of conversation down the hall, nothing.
"Are you okay?" A voice came out of the dark. Jonni was afraid, but only momentarily. It was...
