I stood there, enormously pregnant, naked, opened mouth, and soaked in my own piss. The elderly gypsy woman simply smiled, affectionately. I tried to speak, but was unable to form words.
"My dear, you seemed to have awoken prematurely," the gypsy said.
She guided me into the bathroom. I was in shock, and didn't resist. Then, she gently washed my legs off with a warm washcloth. I couldn't help staring. After a few minutes, I composed myself.
"How...why...are you here?" I said, voice trembling.
"I suppose some explanation is in order. What is the last thing you remember?" she said.
"I was home...standing in my bedroom...with Frank and Debbie. I was...in Frank's body. Wait...how did I end up like this?" I said, stammering.
She looked sad, and stroked my cheek, softly.
"You don't remember waking up at the cabin as Frank?" she said.
"No," I replied.
"My, my, then I do have my work cut out for me. Let's see, where to start. I guess the beginning is as good as anywhere. After you made your escape from the cabin, and left Ellen to the ants, her mother, Lady Helen, rescued her. Helen was quite upset with you, and sent security to your home to bring you back. When they encountered Frank with a taser, they guessed correctly that you had switched bodies with him. So, they brought you back here, unconscious. By the time you woke, Ellen had become so distraught over your betrayal, she refused to eat or sleep. So, Helen called me," the gypsy said, pausing.
"Wait, Lady Helen knows you? How, why?" I asked, bewildered.
"Simple. Helen is my daughter, and Ellen my granddaughter," she said.
I was stunned again. My mind raced, as I reexamined everything I thought I had known about all of them. The implications were staggering. I felt like a pawn in a chess game.
"When I arrived, I suggested that you be put with Ellen, in hopes that the two of you could reconcile. I wanted my granddaughter to find a way back from her melancholy. However, I hadn't anticipated..." she said.
"What?" I said, voice cracking.
"Sweetie, remember that you were Frank, a virile man. Let's just say that over time, you two made a baby," she said, flashing a grin.
I looked down at my protruding tummy. There was no way I had fucked Ellen. The gypsy noticed my expression of disbelief.
"I will admit, I did give both of you just a drop of the love potion," she said.
I nodded, seeing how that might have overcome my revulsion. Shit.
"But that doesn't explain how I ended up in Ellen," I said, shaking my head.
"My daughter, Lady Helen, was even more furious with you, when she found out. She couldn't stand the thought of Ellen having your baby. She went...mad, until I offered to switch your consciousness with Ellen's, so that you could carry and deliver the baby. She found that option...acceptable. After I made the transfer, she sent Ellen off to the ranch, and sedated you. That was nine months ago. You've been asleep ever since," she said.
I sat on the tub, shaking my head in disbelief. The baby kicked. The gypsy placed her hand on my tummy, smiling.
Angry, I stood up, and waddled into the bedroom. I began searching for clothing. There was none to be found. In utter frustration, I stomped my small foot. I must have looked pathetic.
"If you had clothing, where would you go? What would you do?" the gypsy inquired from the bathroom door.
"I don't know, but I'm not giving birth to this...baby!" I shouted.
"Sweetheart, you don't have a choice. Security will be here soon. They will sedate you again, then take you to the delivery room. You are two weeks past due. Lady Helen plans to induce birth," she said.
"Can...you...help...me?" I begged, exasperated.
"I wish I could. Helen is still rather angry. It's best to give birth, then I can hopefully get you back in Frank's body," she said, looking gloomy.
I heard the doorknob turn, and ran behind the bed. However, two large men speedily subdued me, and reinserted the IV. The last thing I remember was being strapped to a gurney.
When I awoke, I was in a brightly lit white room. I was on my back, apparently in a hospital bed. My feet were strapped in stirrups, far apart, and high above me. My arms were secured over my head. I was naked.
Several people in gowns stood around. Behind them, I could see Lady Helen, with her arms crossed. She looked determined, and a bit insane. A man dressed in scrubs approached.
"Good. You're awake," he said, sounding a bit too cheery.
Suddenly, my pelvic region contracted, painfully. A woman dressed dressed in scrubs was doing something between my legs. I was so exposed, so helpless.
"Doctor, she is fully dilated," the woman said.
"Excellent nurse. I believe Lady Ellen has a few last-minute preparations," the doctor replied.
Lady Helen moved closer. She pinched my left nipple, and then placed a clover clamp on it. She did the same with my right nipple. Then, she tugged the chain connecting them, hard. I groaned, but I refused to give her the satisfaction of screaming, despite the pain. My breasts were bloated, and quite sensitive, especially the nipples.
"I have instructed the doctor to take every possible action to make this the most painful delivery ever performed. The doctor won't endanger the child, but short of that, he will make you suffer like never before," Lady Helen, sneering.
She slapped my face with a great deal of force, and then stepped back. My cheek stung, but nothing compared to my nipples. The nurse walked up, hung another IV bag, and then connected it to the line in my arm. Suddenly, every nerve in my body burned. My skin crawled.
As another contraction hit me, I arched my back. This one was ten times worse than the last. Whatever was draining into me must be amplifying my senses. I bit down my lower lip, hard. The doctor yanked my nipple chain. My eyes watered, as I fought back tears.
The doctor moved between my legs. I could barely see his head. He pulled on a pair of long blue latex gloves. They went all the way up to his armpits. The snap of the latex made me flinch. Lady Helen smiled, cruelly.
He spread lubricant all over his left glove, then worked two fingers inside my ass. I strained against the stirps and wrist restraints, but they wouldn't budge. I had no choice but take what he was going dish out. I took a deep breath.
However, I instantly blew it out, when another contraction hit. In that very moment, he shoved his entire hand inside my ass. I lost control, and screamed.
My back arched higher, as he shoved his hand further inside me. My eyes rolled back, as he continued pushing. Eventually, he was elbow deep inside me! An even more powerful contraction came. The pain was unimaginable.
I was close to passing out. The doctor sensed my condition, and ordered the nurse to inject something into my IV. It felt like a strong simulate. Now, not even unconsciousness could save me.
He made a fist deep inside me. I clinched. When the next contraction occurred, he ripped his arm out. I was in so much agony, I couldn't even manage to make a sound.
The process was repeated several more times, until the baby's head crowned. By then, I was crazy with pain, and exhausted. I never imagined any one person could tolerate this much abuse.
"Push!" the doctor ordered.
Somehow, I found the strength to push. When the baby was halfway out, he told me to stop pushing. Although I desparately wanted this over, I obeyed him. The baby caused something to rip down there. I screamed my lungs out.
His fingers found and rubbed the tear. Stars danced before my eyes. How much worse could this get? I didn't want to know.
Finally, he ordered me to push again. The baby slide out, and cried. He reinserted his arm in my ass, and then shoved his other hand inside my abused pussy. Delirious, I saw Lady Ellen move close. She seemed radiant.
