"Help," he called, his voice cracking...
Jon just stood there as Leonard's fat melted down his body, collecting just above his hips. which expanded to better support it. The five-o'clock shadow Leonard had started to develop retreated, replaced by smooth skin.
As Leonard's shape shifted, the formerly large boy kept trying to move, but his feet weren't cooperating. Leonard's now delicate hands moved to the bulge was resting at his hips, and cupped it. He felt it kick.
"I.." he said, his voice rising to a contralto. "That's a baby," he said. He was pregnant, although he was rapidly becoming inaccurate, Very pregnant. Leonard realized he actually could move, but not very easily. His back was starting to hurt and his hands continued to cup his stomach fearfully. "I'm pregnant."
"Umm...yes," Jon said, checking Leonard out...a somewhat, but not overly attractive pregnant girl wearing a blue maternity dress. A nametag suddenly appeared, identifying her as Lauren, the Front Desk Supervisor.
"I need to sit down," Leonard/Lauren said. "I feel..."
"Pregnant," Jon said. "Someone is playing with me. Anyone or thing that comes near me changes somehow."
