Spare Parts: Chapter Four

Story by cuteycindyhoney

Polly encounters an ex boyfriend. Jonathan soon learns that payback can be a bitch, especially when the payback turns you INTO a real bitch! Eight hours exposure to the mysterious computer adapter has a rather all encompassing effect on the once proud man! Is he strong enough to handle becoming a woman?

Spare Parts

Chapter Four

By Honey Moon

I let out a sigh. It had been a busy night. The only drawback

of a marathon early morning dick growing baby makin’ sex session

was I had missed out on hitting the flea market on a beautiful

sunny Sunday morning. I put a hand on my stomach and smiled. It

had been well worth it! I was just glad I had long ago decided my

shop would be closed on Sundays.

Sitting up, I grabbed my glasses from the nightstand and

looked at the clock. “Holy Crap, it’s almost noon!” That brought a

smile to my lips. My two loves had taken me seriously when I had

said me getting my sleep was my most important rule. They had

scrammed, leaving me peacefully alone in my tiny apartment. I

looked around. It was tiny, no doubt about that. Now that Mandy

Kat and I were pregnant, it was time to face facts. “Shit! I need to

buy a house, right when the market went down the toilet!” I wasn’t

too worried though. I was certain that the poor economy meant

more people would want to buy used computers, and have their old

systems repaired. Money would not be a problem!

I lazily got dressed. Baggy sweatshirt over custom made

sports bra and loose fitting jeans was as usual my outfit of choice.

Even with this protective camouflage, I had little hope of keeping

guys from drooling over my overly large mammary glands.

Thankfully, at five foot ten, I was a big enough girl to carry such a

ridiculous rack. “Fuck! That’s something I never thought about!” I

hefted my assets with both hands. “How big are these puppies

gonna get when they’re full of milk?” Oh well, I may as well face

facts. My 44DD’s might be drifting into “E” cup territory before

things were through. I couldn’t help grinning. I would look

ridiculous, but having Mandy’s baby was worth such an unusual

price.

I went down into the shop and found a note left by my

darlings. Mandy had take Kat to meet her mother. This was a sore

point between me and my fiancée. Mandy had promised to get me

into her mother’s panties as a wedding gift. I wanted to knock that

gorgeous Milf up before we officially wed. What could I do?

Mandy had no idea, but if she didn’t come through on this, I was

still going to marry her. How could I not wed the mother of my

child?

Turning towards the door, I nearly jumped out of my crocs!

There was a familiar face grinning in at me. “Jonathan, I told you

not to show your face around here again!” Jonathan Swiffer had

six months ago sprung his secret impregnation fetish on me. The

asshole had brought me to the very brink of orgasm, only to

withdraw and roll the condom off of his cock. In my aroused and

distracted state, I was not successful in preventing him from

ramming his naked cock right back in! The shit-head unloaded in

my unprotected body, and had the nerve to mistake my resulting

orgasm to be pleasure at his attempt at breeding me! Ten minutes

and one black eye later, he knew the real score! Thank God in

Heaven the asshole didn’t time my cycle right! If he had waited

even a couple more days to pull his stunt, I most likely would have

a big round belly right this minute!

“Polly wanna cracker? Open up!” He banged against the door

and nearly fell down.

Shit! He’s drunk again, too. Whenever he had a little too

much, his idea of high humor was to dwell on my allegedly being

named after a damn parrot! “Get lost or I call the cops!”

“Baby, it’s an emergency!” He fumbled with his belt. “I gotta

take a piss! Just let me use your can, and I’ll be on my way!”

Oh jeez! His car was crookedly parked in my little lot. I

could not in good conscience let the damn fool drive like this!

“Stop! Not out there! I’ll let you in!” I unlocked the door and in he

lurched.

“Thanks Polly baby! I knew you still cared!” He threw his

arms around me and aggressively put his lips to mine.

“Knock it off, dick head!” I pushed his whisky smelling face

away from me. “Let’s get you to the bathroom, before you make a

mess all over my nice clean store!”

“Sure, sure! Whatever you say, sugar tits!”

“Come on, you big dummy.” I threw his arm over my

shoulder and helped him stagger to my customer Men’s Room.

He grinned at me. “Come on, Polly bird, you know you want

to watch me piss.” He began fumbling again at his belt. “Come in

with me and have a little golden shower fun!”

“Yeah, right.” I pushed him in and closed the door in his

grinning face. “Do me a favor and try really hard to

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