The Morning After the Experiment

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— Oh my... God... — Benjamin whispered, feeling his fingers tremble as they slid over the warm skin of the soft breasts, filling almost his entire palms with those too-thin, delicate fingers.

He couldn’t tell what scared him more — the sensation itself or how natural it felt. Every movement echoed through his body: the heaviness, a faint tingling, the warmth — as if everything inside him had shifted, adapting to someone else’s habits, someone else’s breathing.

The light green robe softly brushed against his shoulders and breasts, parting slightly with every awkward movement. He was standing near the bedroom door — the one he’d woken up in just a few minutes ago — and still couldn’t believe this was now his body.

The air was warm, smelled of lavender and something sweet, and every touch of fabric against his skin sent chills down his spine. Without realizing it, he ran his hand down over the rounded belly, feeling its weight and firmness. When the skin beneath his fingers quivered slightly, Benjamin froze, unable to believe what was happening.

— No-no-no... this is a dream, just a dream, — he muttered, staring at the door as if Professor Langford could appear at any moment and say, “The experiment’s over, it worked.”

But instead of the professor, a voice came from behind the door.

— Melissa? — someone called from outside. — You awake already?

Benjamin flinched, turned toward the voice, and hurriedly adjusted the robe, though it was barely hanging onto his shoulders as it was.

— Uh... yeah, — he breathed out, feeling his throat tighten.

The door cracked open, and Amanda — Melissa’s roommate — peeked inside: messy hair, a robe thrown over pajamas, and her usual morning cup of coffee in hand.

— You’re alone, right? No guys hiding in here? — Amanda teased with a sly smile, her eyes scanning the room.

Benjamin froze, not sure how to react for a moment.

— What... guys? — he stammered awkwardly, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

— Oh, who knows, — Amanda shrugged, stepping in a little closer. — You said you’d find the guy who knocked you up before the baby’s born and marry him, didn’t you? — She took a sip of her coffee. — Though so far, all I hear every weekend are those same old moans and sighs.

Benjamin stood there in silent shock, realizing he was trapped in the body of some girl — obviously pregnant, and apparently one who’d been sleeping around carelessly. In his head, he compared her to a cheap slut, and that thought, mixed with disgust, somehow made him suddenly feel his new body’s pussy clench and grow wet.

He instantly jerked his hand down to his panties, tracing the strange outline of his labia through the thin fabric, feeling the warmth radiating from them.

Amanda noticed his movement and giggled.

— Oh God, Melissa, not now, please — she turned to leave. — I’m heading to the kitchen, you better start getting ready. Katie’s coming at noon — said she’s bringing something for the baby.