Andrew's sleep was troubled, a recurrent nightmare having taken on a new reality. Moaning, in the chair, the thought of being one of the chosen, and drafted to serve as a broodmare for the next generation was a fear he'd had, and never wanted to admit to having.
Surely, it was the nearness of his birthday that made the worries re-surface. As he got his dreams under control, he started rising back towards consciousness.
As his eyes fluttered open, Andrew was forced to accept it wasn't a nightmare. She erupted from the familiar, comfy chair.
Immediately, stumbling for a moment as a new centre of balance made everything feel off. Hoping against hope, Andrew wanted it all to still be a nightmare. Alas, it felt too real. She felt the jiggle and sway in a way, that no nightmare could imitate.
Andy... or rather Andi now, was dressed only in a bikini. She'd thought it was underwear at first. Horrifying underwear, that disappeared where it shouldn't.
Looking over her shoulder Andi found she had the broad hips that made child birth easier... if not easy. But it was hard to ignore the immense ass she'd also received as part of that deal.
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