Sandra walked up the stairs leading to her "friend" Carol's apartment for their weekly lunch and gossip session. Stopping at the door, she rang the doorbell and waited.
Carol wouldn't be nearly so trusting if she knew that I'm the one Tom's been having an affair with. As it is, she tells me all her suspicions, and even asks my advice! How perfect! Sandra thought to herself with a smirk.
"Hi, Sandra, come on in! How's everything?" Carol asked as she opened the door.
Not nearly as good as it was before you went and got yourself pregnant, you slut! Tom's been having an attack of fidelity ever since he found out that he's going to be a father, and it's really getting to me!
"I'm doing alright. How's the baby? You're starting to show now." Sandra said, looking at Carol's slightly swollen belly.
"I can't really hide it anymore, can I?" Carol said, smiling. "She's coming along quite nicely, and should be right on time for her December coming-out party."
Hmm… five months to go… There's still plenty of time for an "accident" to occur. The bitch would probably be too busy grieving to notice her husband taking some time alone. But how to go about it? That'll take some thought.
"You're so sure it's a girl then? I mean, can you know at this stage?"
"Oh yes, she's certainly going to be a girl. There's no doubt of that." Carol said, closing the door behind them. "Go ahead, sit down. Can I get you something to drink? I've got a new mix that I think you'll like."
It probably tastes awful, like the last "special drink" she tried to make. Honestly, that woman could burn salad!
"Sure, I'd love to try it. You know how I love your cooking, Carol." Sandra said, settling into a chair.
"One special, coming right up!" Carol said, walking off to the kitchen.
These lunches always get on my nerves. I hate having to act civil to that bitch! I don't know how she ever got Tom to marry her. On the other hand, I think that I've finally managed to convince her that he's not having an affair with anyone. After all, her attempts to catch him always fail - mostly because I'm the one who suggests the ways to trap him. Sandra suppressed the urge to smile at her cleverness.
Just then, Carol returned with a tall glass of an orange liquid, which she set on the coffee table in front of Sandra. She then sat down on the other side of the table.
"There you are, enjoy!"
Well, here goes nothing… Hey, this is good!
"Mmmm… This is good stuff!" Sandra said, feeling the drink set up a pleasant tingling sensation inside her, which spread throughout her body as she drained the glass. "What was in that, anyway?"
"It's something I made up especially for you. It gets better, just wait."
The look in Carol's green eyes made Sandra uncomfortable. There was a hardness to Carol's gaze that she'd never seen before, and a strange eagerness that chilled her to the bone. Sandra looked away from that peculiar gaze - or tried to, but her muscles wouldn't respond! Frightened, she tried to stand up, but found that she couldn't move any of her muscles.
What the hell did she DO to me? Sandra wondered, trying desperately to bring her body under conscious control.
"Don't worry, the paralysis is only temporary. You'll be able to move again soon enough." Carol said, smiling wickedly at Sandra as she stood up and went to close all the blinds. She came back, and dragged the coffee table out from between the two of them, then turned towards Sandra.
As she watched Carol, Sandra felt the tingling intensify and focus itself in her belly, becoming a sharp, almost painful pressure inside her.
What is the crazy bitch doing to me? Sandra wondered as the pressure began to build, pulsing like a heartbeat. To her surprise, Sandra felt her own heartbeat slowly change to match the rhythmic pulsing in her belly.
Carol sat down on the couch, smiling at Sandra. "I'm afraid that I haven't been quite truthful with you recently. You see, I've known about your affair with Tom for months. His confession last week simply confirmed it."
Confession?! That ungrateful bastard! How DARE he!
"Oh yes, you heard that right, he confessed, told me all about your affair, and begged my forgiveness. He even got down on his knees to do it! He swore that he will be a faithful husband and father to our child. I acted shocked, but willing to forgive him for the sake of our child. Of course, I didn't let on that I already knew and had made my own preparations to deal with the situation." She paused and stood up, undoing a couple of hidden clasps in her dress, which fell down around her ankles. "Which brings me to the other secret I've been keeping. I'm not really pregnant. Not yet, that is." Carol said as she stepped forward, standing naked in front of Sandra. "This is just my body getting ready for the baby to come." she explained, gesturing at her swollen belly. "That would be you."
Carol reached one hand up into her womb, apparently feeling for something. She pulled her hand out, holding the end of a grayish tube. "Ahh… There it is."
Sandra sat, trying frantically to run away, but her body still wouldn't respond. She watched helplessly as Carol reached down and pressed the end of the tube against her belly button. She felt a tingling in her belly as the cord joined with her body, and the pressure that had been building inside her flowed out through the cord. The absence of the pressure was such a relief that Sandra didn't notice the other changes occurring for several minutes, not until a clump of blonde hair fell past her face.
My hair! It's falling out! Sandra tried to glare at Carol, and succeeded, but found herself still unable to move anything else.
"Don't worry about your hair, it would just get in the way where you're going. You see, once your body finishes getting rid of all that extra mass, I'm going to take you into the bedroom, place you between my legs, and take you into my womb. I've been preparing your new home for the last four months. You're the child I've been expecting all along."
What? But that's impossible! No one can do that! Sandra thought, her anger giving way to fear. None of this can possibly be happening!
Carol smiled at Sandra's wide-eyed expression. "Don't worry, you'll be out again in about five months. Of course by then, you won't be Sandra Beaumont." Carol paused to grin wickedly at the shrinking woman, then continued. "Once you're inside of me, my body will fuse one of my ova with your tiny body, rewriting your DNA and preparing you for the next phase. The next time you come into contact with sperm, you will be conceived anew. After tonight, there won't be anything left of my good friend Sandra." Carol said, the phrase "good friend" dripping with sarcasm.
Sandra sat there, horrified and immobile as her clothes seemed to grow larger and larger, eventually blocking her view of anything else. She could feel herself flowing out through the umbilical cord, into Carol. After a long while, she felt hands reach in and grasp her gently, and her vision was restored as Carol disentangled her from the pile of clothes. Carol carried her to through the house, into her bedroom and sat on the bed, reaching for something on the nightstand. Sandra couldn't tell what Carol was doing until she felt a greasy substance being smeared all over her body. The lubricant smelled faintly of disinfectant.
"That should make this easier on both of us." Carol said as she lay on the bed, pulling her feet in towards her crotch and spreading her legs. "Goodbye, Sandra. You won't be missed."
Sandra could hear Carol's breathing begin to quicken, and watched as she was lowered to Carol's crotch. She could see into Carol's birth canal, which was moist and open to receive her. This can't be happening… This can't be happening… I'll wake up any moment now... The phrase repeated over and over in Sandra's mind as she felt her feet pushed into Carol. She felt powerful muscles grip her legs, slowly pulling her deeper and deeper into her rival. With every contraction, Sandra grew more panicked as she was slowly but surely pulled towards Carol's waiting womb. As she sunk into Carol up to her neck, Sandra felt the paralysis lift, and tried to struggle, but the most she could manage was a panicked expression on her face as a final contraction pulled her completely into Carol's birth canal. She then felt an intense contraction squeezing her painfully through Carol's cervix into her womb.
This can't be happening… This IS happening! Sandra realized as reality sank in. Let me out! I'm sorry about everything! Please don't do this to me! Sandra thought as she frantically tried to force her way back out of Carol. She was too weak to stop Carol's body from sealing up, however, and ended up watching helplessly as the light from the outside world dimmed, then vanished, and she was left floating in the warm darkness.
Carol lay back on the bed, smiling as she felt Sandra's struggles inside her weaken, then finally stop altogether as her reproductive system prepared her "friend" to be conceived anew. She watched delightedly as her newly swollen belly slowly shrank, marking Sandra's continued transformation into the fetus that Carol had claimed to be carrying for the past four months. When her belly had returned to it's previous size an hour later, Carol got up and put her dress back on, gathered Sandra's clothes and hair, and burned them in the fireplace. She then lay down on the couch to rest, eagerly anticipating her husband's return home.
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