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Authors name: Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)
Story title : Virtual Mother - 2
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Virtual Mother - 2 (MF, rp, tg, preg, sci-fi)
by Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)
***
I still had hopes--when I finally nodded off to sleep--
that this was just a sim, but I got a rude shock when I
woke up later, still in the same room and still rather
woozy. Although Dr. Derwanger had released my handcuffs,
I soon realized that he must have given me some kind of
narcotic, lessening the chance I might escape. Indeed,
the door was unlocked, but I had no idea which way was
out. Outside, I wandered through a maze of poorly-lit
corridors-- stumbling in my sandals--before I met
another human being.
That other person was a stocky woman with a dirty apron,
who was cooking something in a rudimentary kitchen, but
she didn't seem to understand what I was saying when I
spoke to her.
"Ich kann nicht verstehe," she said, with a shrug.
"This is Berta," Dr. Derwanger said from behind me--
startling me with his sudden appearance--"my
housekeeper. She doesn't speak English, but her cooking
should keep you alive."
"What the hell--?" I asked, spinning around (and
promptly falling on my ass), "where the hell am I?"
"Careful there," Derwanger said; "I wouldn't want you to
hurt yourself and have a miscarriage."
"Am I...pregnant?"
"Time will tell. Of course--once we confirm you are
pregnant-- I'll have to remove the child during the
first trimester; otherwise, the embryonic tissue would
be less useful to me."
"You sick fuck!"
"Ah, feisty," Derwanger said. "I like that. It's
probably a good thing you're drugged, or you might do
something foolish.
"But come," he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me
upright; "let's fuck."
With my head spinning and my butt aching, I could hardly
resist him; still stumbling in my high heels, I felt
Derwanger drag me into a side storeroom, then set me on
a ledge and lift my dress to fuck me; his face was
expressionless, but he battered my cunt until it was
gooey with our juices, then poured a fresh load of sperm
deep inside my hole.
In fact, Dr. Derwanger was keen to fuck me in all kinds
of strange places; between sex, he let me wander
anywhere I liked-- discovering my new home was a
windowless complex with no obvious exit, and only Berta
and Derwanger for company--then took me wherever he
found me. Often that was in my room--the room where he
first fucked me-- or in the washroom next to my room;
but he also fucked me in the corridors, and his personal
library (where all the books were old and printed in
German).
And more than once he interrupted my simple meals to
fuck me on the kitchen table. Derwanger admitted that my
food was drugged, so I took his abuse with listless
ambivalence, padding about the complex in my bare feet
and unwashed dress. Indeed, I was only barely fazed when
a pregnancy test revealed I was carrying Dr. Derwanger's
baby.
"Very good," Derwanger said, patting my belly. "I'll
have to remove this baby from your womb, soon, but I'm
sure we'll make a lot more later."
"You're a monster," I said, weakly; "how could you kill
your own child?"
"It's all for the good of science, my dear. You wouldn't
understand."
* * *
By-and-by, Derwanger let slip that my new home was
actually a vast bomb shelter underneath his real house
on the surface. Derwanger seemed to anticipate an
apocalyptic war that only far-sighted people like
himself would survive, so he kept extensive supplies--
and a secret laboratory I never saw--hidden there in the
shelter. Evidently, Magda was the only person outside
the shelter whom Derwanger trusted with his secret.
Knowing Derwanger planned to kill my baby, though--and
breed countless more before he was done-gave my life the
aspect of a pure nightmare. Although I was pregnant, Dr.
Derwanger still insisted on fucking me at least once a
day, now adding anal sex to augment my torture. Thus,
when I laid down to try to sleep, I could only curl up
in torment, thinking of my unborn child, and the
lingering pain from my torn-up ass.
Yet the nightmare ended almost as suddenly as it began.
Wandering about the complex one day, I was knocked to my
feet by a flash-bang grenade, and stunned by the sudden
appearance of a SWAT team. I don't know what became of
Derwanger--evidently, he escaped-- but I later learned
that it was Magda herself who tipped off the police.
Evidently, Magda wanted more monetary compensation for
her part in Derwanger's scheme, and ratted him out when
he refused. That she would go to jail herself was just a
happy side benefit for me.
As for me, it took a while for the police to figure out
that I actually was still Dana Burrows--they simply
couldn't believe a grown man could be so completely
transformed. However, my DNA was still the same as
before, and my teary-eyed wife Maddie-- utterly shocked
at my condition-- confirmed that I was the same person
after she talked with me.
If I thought my story would have a happy ending, though,
I was wrong. Even with Derwanger's laboratory to study,
university doctors told me they had no idea how to turn
me back into a man-- and Maddie was horrified when she
learned I was pregnant with Derwanger's baby. When I
came home from the hospital, I noticed our children were
gone, and my wife explained that she didn't want them to
see me the way I was.
I tried to explain that I was still the same person I
was before, but the last straw for Maddie was my
decision to keep the baby; now that the baby had been
saved from Derwanger, I could not bear to have an
abortion. Maddie simply felt I was crazy-- refusing to
accept the idea of having that child in her house--and
our ensuing argument ultimately ended our marriage. We
separated, and were soon divorced.
Of course, I wasn't really alone--countless university
doctors wanted to study me, and I held out a faint hope
they could somehow turn me back into a man. As it was,
being female was awkward; I didn't feel at home in the
world of women or men, and the Joycor board of directors
wasn't happy with the adverse publicity about my
condition. Soon they bought me out behind my back, and--
when I tried to fight them in court-- I lost both the
lawsuit, and most of my money paying attorney fees.
I was a very lonely person, then, by the time I first
felt the baby kick in my belly. My "friends" at the
university told me I was going to have a daughter, but--
living alone in a rented apartment-- I knew in my heart
I had no business trying to raise her. Late in my second
trimester, I arranged to have the baby adopted after she
was born, and I remembered the hell of Dr. Derwanger's
bomb shelter every time I tried to sleep at night, and
felt his baby move inside me.
Eventually, nine months after Derwanger first fucked me,
I was a bloated and miserable character. One of the
university doctors-- a kindly, older woman-- offered to
serve as my birthing coach, but her memories of her own
painful deliveries just made me all the more
uncomfortable. Yet I did want the baby out of me; at
full term the baby was huge, and it felt like she was
all arms and legs inside me-- kicking me at all hours of
the day and night.
Waddling around the apartment, I had a constant reminder
of the baby's father in every pain I felt-- from my
milk-swollen boobs to my perpetually-full bladder, my
aching back and my swollen ankles...
But that kind of pain was nothing compared to labor and
delivery; two days overdue, the contractions came
suddenly hard and close together, but I would wait
twelve agonizing hours before my water finally broke.
Only then-- in pain beyond anything I could have
imagined--did I finally give birth, pushing out a
healthy little baby girl. At first, her appearance
startled me-- I didn't realize she would come out
covered in a waxy white substance-- but Dr. Sanger (my
male obstetrician) assured me she was a perfectly
healthy girl-- 7 pounds, 8 ounces.
For her, at least, there was the opportunity of a normal
life; for me, that would never be a possibility. When I
finally fell asleep afterward, I held no realistic hope
for the future.
* * *
"Mr. Burrows, are you all right?"
Waking up, I was startled-- I remembered the pain of
delivery and winced reflexively-- but I was not in the
hospital. I was still on the couch in my office, wearing
the V.R. suit, but Magda (who was kneeling beside me)
had evidently removed my helmet. Reaching down, I felt
my penis through the suit, and-- frankly-- I was shocked
I still had one!
"What happened?" I asked.
"You must have had a vivid fantasy," Magda said; "I had
to disconnect the helmet to wake you up!"
"But it was so real..." I said; "I can still feel the
pain..."
"What pain?"
I couldn't answer for a moment, embarrassed to admit
what had happened to a woman with children of her own.
"I had a baby. Dr. Derwanger raped me, and I had his
child."
"Wow," Magda said, "that's not in the sim."
"It's a good thing you pulled me out," I said; "it felt
completely real... and it lasted for months."
"That's normal for a vivid fantasy," Magda replied,
"time gets distorted for the user. I'm just glad I came
back here to check on you. I had a feeling you might
want to try out the sim."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I've seen your confidential user profile. That
says you're prone to transgender fantasies."
"Oh."
"I guess it's all my fault," Magda said. "I shouldn't
have left you alone with the sim..."
"No, that's all right," I said; "I'm a big boy-- I
should have known better."
"Well, anyway, I'm just glad you're not in a coma. I
called a doctor from the lab, and he should be up here
any second to check you out."
"Oh, I'm sure I'm fine," starting to get up.
"All the same," Magda said-- holding me down-- "I'd
rather you let him check you out. Why don't you just sit
here and rest until he shows up."
"I am pretty tired," I admitted, "maybe I'll just close
my eyes for a second..."
"There you go. Just lie back, and try to rest..."
* * *
I dozed off after that, but it seemed like just a second
passed before the doctor Magda called was waking me up.
It confused me for a moment that his voice-- male and
reassuring-- sounded familiar, but I was too tired to
place it...
"Dana?" he asked. "Are you all right?"
"Oh... I think I fell asleep..."
"Well, that was some labor you had--twelve hours! I just
thought I ought to check in on you."
Suddenly, I shook with panic as I placed the voice-- it
was Dr. Sanger, the obstetrician! In a flash, it all
came back-- the pain in my head, my hips, my stomach--I
was still a woman!
"Easy there, Ms. Burrows," the doctor said, seeing me
start; "you okay?"
"Yeah. I was just...having a nightmare."
"I can imagine. It's hard to believe you're the first
man who ever gave birth."
"Yeah," I said, finally relaxing, and submitting to
reality.
"I have to admit," Dr. Sanger said, looking down with
obvious wonder, "I am a little envious of you; I can
only guess what it feels like for a woman to give birth.
But-- my God-- that must have hurt what you went
through."
"Yeah," I said, turning my head to face a window looking
out on the dark night outside the hospital. "Yeah, it
did..."
And it hurt even more so now that I'd had a glimpse of
my former life. But that was the fantasy-- the dream I
had after giving birth. This was my reality now, and I
could only wonder how much more pain it held for me in
the future...
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