I was looking up at a quite a tall man. He must have been at least 6'6'' even though he clearly werent finished with his puberty yet. He also looked like he should have been a relative of mine or something. He looked familiar. Was he a distant cousin? Surely I would remember having a cousin that tall.
I tilted my head to have a better look at him. I felt strands of hair brushing against my right shoulder. That confused me. Another weird thing was how bloated I felt, the unusual chubbieness in my chest and the tight constriction spanning all around my ribcage. It dug uncomfortably into the skin under my shoulderblades.
And then I remembered.
"Fuck!" I screemed, jumping and feeling so many things about my for which felt just wrong.
For starters my voice sounded high pitched, a girl's voice. A slight rasp to it - alost like Karyn's. It was Karyn's, I realized. Next it struck me that the guy in front of me was actually... me. Or rather my body occupied by Karyn. And the reason he seemed 7 inches taller than me was because that's exactly what he was, but with me looking from Karyn's 5'4'' point of view rather than my usual 5'11''.
The reason why I felt bloated was because, now I knew, I was 8 months pregnant. I brought my hands to my stomach. I felt smooth skin stretched tight under Karyn's nightgown's soft fabric. I couldn't see the belly though. Not unless I tried to look past the two bags of fat stuck to my chest, hugged and pushed together slightly by a bra which seemed a tad too small. They felt heavy and uncomfortable. And really tender. Like muscles worked out for the first time in ages, but far, far too squishy.
I couldn't contemplate my new body for very much longer than that though becase I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen followed by throbbing in my already tender breasts.
"Ouch" I squeaked putting my arms around my belly. My hands met just below my navel, but just barely. But as fast as it appeared, the pain was gone instead replaced with... a feeling of my skin stretching. It was easily the weirdest feeling I have experienced so far. My hands on my belly started to part as two more babies decided to claim their share of space in my womb. I felt nauseus and dizzy as my internal organs had to squish even more to make space for growing life.
I had to sit down on my old bed and when I did my breasts shook violently. They too were expanding, I knew. Much slower, but they already strated to spill over the maternity bra Karyn wished herself. It was beginning to get painfully tight.
"Karyn... The bra..." I whispered almost out of breath. I had no idea how to take that thing off.
"Oh my god Jon... I'm so sorry." I heard a strangely familiar voice, as my old body went to undo my bra. As soon as that happened I expected my breasts to plop down but that wasn't what happened. They simply stuck out proudly like if they were pressurized slightly from the inside to maintain their perfect teardrop shape, resting on my belly only slightly. And then I realized they were indeed full of something... and that something was milk.
Sitting on the bed, now I was beginning to see my belly, even despite my enlarged mammaries. It seemed to approach sticking two feet away from me - much too far for me to put my arms around it - but it was slowing down.
A few seconds more and it settled at it's enormous size. And then I passed out.
