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Chapter #3

A chancy Dash

    by: Komfy Kat Author IconMail Icon
You flexed your muscles, reacting in an instant as your foot pushed off hard from the ground. The guard never saw it coming as you plowed into him, knocking him to the ground and past the other two before they even realized what was happening.

"Jackie NO!" shouted Tammy behind you as you sprinted down the hallway.

Your legs burned as you pumped them as fast as you could, barreling down the hall. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain right in the center of your back as a numb warmth filled your body. You collided hard with the ground, bouncing a couple times as you slid to a stop. One of the guards walked casually up to you, sheathing what looked like a pistol.

Your mind went hazy as you looked up at your captor, a sharp burning in your back as you tried desperately to get your body to move.

"We kind of figured you'd pull something today, but you'll learn better." the guard said in the same deep raspy voice you'd heard the day before.

Your head was swimming as you glanced at the line of girls, some of them were giggling, while others looked shocked. Tammy just shook her head, and turned to follow the other girls as your vision faded to black.

The first thing you were aware of was voices surrounding you. Slowly, you opened your eyes to find yourself staring the bottom of a bunk. You looked around, realizing you were in the same room you'd slept in the night before.

"Hey sleepy head. I warned you not to try anything." Tammy said, smiling down at you as she sat on the bed next to yours.

"What happened?" you managed to ask, feeling like your voice sounded off to you.

"Well, they knocked you out, and gave you another dose of meds. You're quite the cute girl by the way." Tammy said, helping you to your feet and guiding you towards the giant mirror.

"What do yo-" you started, then stopped as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror.

"Welcome to week two." Tammy said, "They can give you a bigger dose, to force you into week two early. So get ready for weight gain, and thinking like a girl. Oh, and don't worry, you're already pregnant."

You were a couple inches shorter than Tammy, making you one of the shortest girls in the room. You had long, dark, thigh length hair, which framed your beautiful face, and slightly covering your mosquito bite breasts. Your cock looked even bigger than the day before, at almost a foot and a half in length, with quite the girth to it. However, as you reached your hand down, you realized that wasn't the only thing you had anymore as your fingers slid into your moist clit. Other than your cock, you looked like a beautiful young girl. Your muscles were also significantly less tone than they'd been before, looking much more feminine. There was no way that you could overpower the guards now.

"I'm- I'm a girl." you said, hating how feminine your voice sounded to you.

"Yep, a nice pregnant girl. And soon to be a nice fat, pregnant girl." Tammy said, "Though you still have a really nice cock. Although, they want you to finish knocking up the other girls in the room, or they'll punish you again."

You have the following choices:

1. I want more fun with you first

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2. Refuse to knock up anyone else

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3. Knock up the rest of the girls

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