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It was time to go to my annual medical checkup. It should’ve been something that anyone would brush off once it was over, thinking that would be the case seeing as I was very healthy… but… that’s not what happened…
After some waiting, I walked into the doctor’s office. We shook hands, she looked like a very kind lady. “Any unusual fatigue or exhaustion as of late? How’s your appetite been? Any changes in diet? Are you taking any medications right now?”. She began asking the usual questions; again, nothing out of the ordinary for this kind of thing and I replied accordingly.
“Have you noticed any weight gain around the midsection or discomfort on how clothes fit?”. This seemed strangely specific, especially as I remained fit and had already told her that my diet was good.
“Have any intense cravings appeared lately?”. This made even less sense! At least to me, considering she already asked me about diet. I gently reminded her that everything in terms of diet has not changed since the last checkup. As she began writing down things, I could feel a strange sensation of something brushing against my neck. I placed my hand there and felt as if my hair was growing… What?!
I was starting to worry about what was going on. My hair continued cascading down my back, waiting to see if the doctor realized the oddity, but she just kept on writing. I could feel an itchy feeling invading my face, soon I felt as if my cheeks and my lips were slightly bloated, but I wasn’t sure if it was a product of my imagination or actual reality.
Once she stopped writing, I thought she would point out the obvious hair growth and confirm if something happened to my face, but she just slightly smiled as if nothing was going on. I pointed these details out to her, things only got stranger as she completely ignored me. I was starting to get really concerned!
“Have you noticed any changes in how your skin feels? Like certain areas feeling softer or tender?”. I replied with another question, asking about why she was asking me this. Not only did she continue to ignore me, but my body would develop even more oddities.
My perspective started to distort, the doctor in front of me that I easily towered over now looked about the same height as me. Did I shrink or did she grow? Before answering that question, I gasped in shock to see my manly arms become the opposite of such. I stared at my upper limbs as their bulk was being removed, looking like deflating balloons; meanwhile, all the hair present there would begin to recede into my skin and make it smoother and softer… Seemed very closely related to what the doctor had just asked me about.
“Any breast tenderness or sensitivity lately?”. Breast? Tenderness? I raised my voice to see if maybe she listened to me that way, and yet despite sounding much more concerned and panicked, she still wasn’t listening! I was about to walk towards her and place my dainty hand on her shoulder, maybe that could’ve made her snap out of whatever was going on, but before I could try that, I let out an embarrassing moan as I felt my nipples become rock-hard.
My nipples looked as if they were ready to pierce through my shirt! Not to mention how swollen they looked as well… and yet these details would pale in comparison to the next change. I let out a woman-like screech as my chest began to swell… into a pair of breasts!
I was panicking, I screamed at the doctor, only causing me to panic further as my voice had been feminized and she continued to ignore me as if I wasn’t there in the first place. She continued to ask more questions as my once flat bosom grew larger and developed more cleavage. The engorged nipples did not help one bit with keeping my composure, causing strange sensations of pleasure to run across my whole body.
“Have you noticed any increased wetness or moisture down there lately?”. I yelled her to stop asking questions! In my rage, I didn’t even know what she actually said. That may have been a huge mistake on my part, as I was completely caught off-guard by a strong pressure focused on my crotch, not taking long to realize my cock and balls were shrinking.
“How's the vaginal area feeling overall? Any unusual fullness or pressure down there?”. I let out another girly scream… Vaginal area?! She had to be insane! I thought to myself, and yet when I placed my hands on my genitals, my dick was barely there, and my testicles seemed to be receding into a pair of folds of some kind. It was obvious by all this that I was developing a pussy! And therefore, also turning into a woman!
I yelled at the doctor, saying that I was not a woman! Or at the very least, I shouldn’t be one! None of this was normal! My pleads fell on deaf ears as she continued asking away and writing down… something, almost as if someone else was replying to these questions for me!
All these sensations were very overwhelming, and as if developing female genitalia and having a pair of tits inflating on my chest weren’t enough, my pants were beginning to tighten due to my expanding ass. My once flat buttocks were growing as well! Not just them, my hips were widening considerably and my thighs were recovering their initial girth, but instead of hard muscle it was being filled with soft squishy fat.
I ran and attempted to shake the rambling lady to snap her out of this. It was eerie to see that she didn’t react at all to my insane actions. “Have you felt any contractions lately?” she asked casually. I felt a strong pressure on my abdomen, making me groan in pain, wrapping my arms around that area.
For a brief moment, I thought I was about to throw up. The nausea calmed down quickly, but the abdominal pain didn’t. I screamed as I felt that area push forwards, almost as if something was growing inside there, and before formulating any theories, the doctor would make things extremely obvious.
“Are the babies as active as usual? Have you noticed increased pressure on your bladder due to the babies settling in?“. I let out the loudest scream yet! Babies?! I was a pregnant woman?! I was severely confused, scared and in pain as my belly filled up with amniotic fluid, and of course, the life that was now within me!
I pleaded for help, I knew at this point that she couldn’t hear me but what else could I do in that situation? Even my already large D-cups swelled even further and began dripping milk off of my gigantic nipples! It wouldn’t take long for me to look like I was in my third trimester of my pregnancy, clearly feeling two babies kicking the walls of my tight womb.
I cried in desperation, my whole body feeling bloated and aching from the immense weight of my milky tits and enormous baby bump. It was only then that the doctor heard me. “Oh dear! Just breathe, okay? You’re fine! They’re just regular contractions, you’re not going into labor just yet! Breathe in. And breathe out”.
Her words did help me calm down… slightly… but the fact she thought I was having contractions instead of being a man suddenly turned into a pregnant woman was not what I was expecting… I could barely muster any words, also being afraid of sounding insane if I told her I was supposed to be a man.
After being overwhelmed from all that, I fell unconscious, and eventually woke up where I am right now where they’re checking in on me… and my babies. My ill-fitting clothes were gone, my monstrous brown nipples and baby-filled belly on full display, barely being able to compose myself and trying not to lose my mind again!