Ramon Wants a Baby - TG Caption

Roman checked himself in the mirror again. There was no use in denying the truth anymore. This was no hallucination or fever dream. He was changing, and he knew what he was changing into. It was all over the internet. It was on TV. Hell, it was even on old fashioned radio. A new type of sickness was spreading, maybe. Doctors weren't really sure yet and research wasn't easy considering everyone that tried studying it became “infected”. For most people, roughly 99% so far, this amounted to a couple days of lethargy, mild nausea, and a slightly elevated temperature. For the others... Roman shuddered. He knew what was coming, and he should be terrified. He should probably call an ambulance or maybe even make out a last will and testament, but all he could do was stare at the thick, beautiful booty and wide, wide hips that now graced his otherwise muscled frame. 'Birthing hips' The thought made him shudder again.

The other 1% underwent a very specific kind of transformation. Women all became wider hipped, more buxom, and extremely, almost impossibly fertile. Combined with an increased sexual drive, the population of pregnant women was exploding. As for men... the exact same thing happened to them. All across the world, millions of men were turning into stereotypical female fertility idols, bosomy carnal huntresses with one thing on their artificially sex-starved brains, impregnation.

Roman felt the area around his crotch pulse in time with his increasing heartbeat. His new- her new pussy was swollen, full with a familiar if strangely reconfigured sexual tension. His- her lips were engorged, exposing the steamy insides to the cool night air. Roman became aware of moisture gathering there through an erotic haze and considered it's purpose. She was lubricating, her body preparing her, guiding her, compelling her to find a mate.

Roman gasped and turned away from the mirror. His...her traitorous thoughts were having an effect on the transformation, somehow increasing it's speed. Her flat pecs were already a thing of the past, replaced with an altogether different arrangement. Heavy, malleable, exquisitely sensitive breasts occupied the space instead. The fatty teardrops filled her still large hands, hands that shrank even as the new mammeries expanded. Much like before, Roman couldn't help but consider their ultimate purpose, or purposes. To attract men 'shudder' and to fill with nourishing, life-giving mother's milk for her many, many babies.

This time, Roman cried out. The changes were coming too fast now. Her muscles melted away, not disappearing entirely, but diminishing and hiding under a body-wide layer of feminine fat. Her hair grew long, dreads snaking down in front of her face to hang loose near a severely reduced waist. Roman felt her face twitch and spasm as muscles reshaped around a smaller skull. Her lips thickened enticingly, and her nose shrank. All traces of facial hair gave way to flushed, baby-smooth skin with a rich, dark complexion. Roman's eyes were huge luminescent pools shining back when she looked in the mirror. She was complete. She was ready. And she was desperately, helplessly Horny!

"Hey man, you home!?" Roman heard her roommate call out as he opened the door to their apartment. His deep baritone caused something inside to quiver and respond. She smiled and started to explore her body, with one hand straying from breast to breast, cupping and stroking each in turn, concentrating on the nipples, while the other toyed with her sodden lower lips. Roman filled the air with her potent pheromones. When her roommate rounded the corner and stopped, eyes going wide with a tent quickly forming in his tight jogging pants and nose flaring as he scented the air, she knew it was time.

"I need you..." her voice begged wantonly, unashamedly. Roman advanced toward the stunned male, very aware of her hip's sway and the shake of her large, beguiling chest and unexpectedly proud of both. She closed the gap, unwilling to waste any more time. Reaching into his blessedly stretchy pants, Roman took the situation in hand and lightly teased with her slender fingers. Straining up on her tiptoes, she whispered into her roommate's blush-reddened ear, "I need you... to give... me a baby!" Roman squeezed hard once, and, before he could offer any protest, shoved her tongue deep into the man's startled mouth. He responded, sucking hard on her offering as he held on tight. Yes! He was hers!

Roman's rational mind surfaced only briefly with a disturbed and quickly ignored thought.

'Am I still contagious?'