Holly by Kim Ott

Did you know the lovely Charlotte AKA Kim can write stories, not JUST hot sexy captions?

Hmmm...

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Holly
A tiny experiment of story by Kim Ott.

I was woken up by the sound of the telephone. It rang tyrannically from
the stand next to my bed. I sat up and wiped the cobwebs from my eyes
and yawned.

'Who would be calling me at 2 in the morning?' I thought.

This had better be important. That warm shroud of heat one develops
while sleeping slowly leaving my shoulders. I picked up the phone and
tried not to sound groggy.

"Hello?" I managed, my voice mumbly from sleep.

"Holly, is that you?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked. He
sounded urgent.

"No, I think you have the wrong number... hey, what the..." I began to
say when I felt tiny locks of hair begin streaming down the sides of my
face. It was one or two at first, then an entire shower upon my ears,
neck, and shoulders. I was still half asleep and didn't understand what
was happening. I was dreaming, right?

 I heard the muffled words on the other side of the line as I tried to
set the phone down and hang up. This was just too bizarre. But my hand
would not let go. It was as if it were glued to my palm. I looked at
the fingers that refused to unclench. The nails were... painted? A
brilliant maroon. I quickly looked at my free hand. Ditto for those
too. What was going on here? I moved the phone back up to my face,
brushed away thickening curls and spoke,

"Who is this? What are you calling for?" I said as the soft cotton
shirt I was wearing seemed to be shrink-wrapping to my arms, shoulders
and chest. Now my clothing was changing too? I must be still
sleeping... how else could one explain this sort of thing?

"This is Charles, Holly, don't you recognize my voice? I know it's late
but..." the mysterious voice called out into the darkness.

No longer an enigma. It was Charles, whoever that was. Now that I
thought of it... it did sound vaguely familiar. Yet this was getting
too weird, to real. I tired to set the phone down again with the same
result. Something small within me wanted to hear more. By now I could
feel an entire new piece of clothing forming out of nothing at all
beneath the skintight confines of my T-shirt. I was, well, there's
really no other way to say this, growing a bra. I could feel the
elastic straps creep up over my shoulders, feel the cups press softly
against my chest, now much thinner and less muscular than a few seconds
ago.

The basketball shorts I was wearing to sleep in were changing shape as
well. They no longer stretched to my knees but climbed upward in the
small style popular in the early days of the sport. Beneath them my
boxers were undergoing a similar transition; they felt like briefs, but
much too tight than anything a man might wear. It was all happening so
fast. Not being able to set down the phone, I once again entered into
conversation,

"Charles, um, how is it that you know me again?" I said as the longest
portions of my hair reached the small of my back, my new bra finished
growing and fastened itself between my shoulder blades, and my shorts
diminished and felt like a young child's. The man answered excitedly,

"Oh, I get it. You're being coy. You want me to compliment you. I
see..." The voice which was becoming more and more familiar with the
passage of time slyly remarked. It wandered the recesses of my brain
looking for recognition.

"Yes, describe exactly what it is you like about me," I said finding my
voice rising a whole octave. I rubbed at my throat with my free hand. I
no longer had an Adam's apple. Gone. Just like that. So was the late
night stubble of beard.

"Well, I've always loved your hair," the voice answered longingly. I
stood up out of bed; phone in hand, for I could still not let it go. I
didn't much want to anymore. Things had progressed too far. May as well
ride it out. "The way it is so curly, and so long... I love pressing my
face in it and smelling it softly..."

A draft from nowhere tickled the back of my neck. I whirled around in
the dark but no one was there. Eerie. "What else," I inquired
struggling to see my reflection in the mirror over my dresser. I could
not pull the phone line far enough.

"Well, you've always kept yourself so skinny... yet you eat so much,"
The man said and I immediately felt an invisible vice clamp down around
my middle. I watched it cave inwards as my body became an hourglass.
"But you've always had such nice hips... and your behind, well I can't
describe it with justice."

"Ooooh!" I said over the phone as my hips creaked wider, mushrooming
entire inches. They felt somewhat higher up on my body too. Now my
short-shorts seemed even less substantial. And that was before I felt
the flesh of my bottom pooling thicker, filling the seat of my mesh
garment tight, the lower portions of my pert behind hanging just below
the edge where the cloth stopped. I felt the cool air on those exposed
bits of cheek. But it didn't feel strange, at least not after a while.
My bottom felt so compact, but in a way, quite right.

"Yes, go on..." I whispered into the phone in a slight moan, I had
given into Charles the stranger and whatever he was doing to me, it
felt too good to let go.

"You're really getting a kick out of this aren't you? Well, let's see,
of all the things I can say about your face... the way your tiny nose
sticks up at the end, like a little piglet..." he continued, laughing
at his joke. I felt my face abound with twitches, felt my cheeks grow
round, my lashes lengthen, my lips fill up full and plump. I licked
them quickly. My nose upon his words shrank down to a tiny shape, and I
could feel it perk up at the tip. I giggled at the ticklish feeling,
and at the end of the laugh I snorted like some impossibly delicate,
feminine pig.

"Ha ha ha, and lets see, well I know you've always hated them, but your
tits are..." Charles began.

"MMMMmmmm..." I hummed feeling a warmth spread out beneath the loose
folds of my bra which up to this point were entirely useless. That
wasn't so for long. Like an electric current, the flesh beneath tingled
and expanded. I filled the cups ever so slowly, felt the straps bite
down upon my shoulders and back, subtly at first. I saw the under-
garment lift my blossoming body upward. The tight fabric of my shirt
clung pleasantly to my swelling chest, I could see my deepening curves
grow and define themselves. "Charles, what do you like about them..."

"Well, they aren't too big but they are far from small, just right, and
perky. And I love how you cram them into that intricate lacy underwear
so that they press together as if they might burst..."

"Oh my..." I cried out as my breasts continued to increase in size. I
felt the cups of my brassiere slide down as the flesh beneath grew
almost too much to bear. I felt my boobs press upward and together, if
I weren't wearing a tee shirt I would have drowned in my own cleavage.

"And I know this is sensitive, but I love how much your body has been
changing lately. And with everything you're still just as lovely as the
day I married you..." Charles said ominously.

'What did he mean by that second to last sentence?' I thought as I
relished in the new found sensitivity up top. Forget that, what about
that LAST sentence!

I looked at the hand upon the phone and saw to my amazement a beautiful
diamond ring sparkling upon my ring thin finger. It shimmered even in
the shadows of my bedroom. My body was still subtly modifying but I no
longer paid attention. I knew I was still shrinking mostly, growing
shorter, less muscular, more petite. But the thought that dominated my
mind... I was married? My life was whirling round me anew.

"That's why I'm calling so late my dear. I knew you were angry with my
leaving this weekend, but as it turns out I'm coming home early, I'll
be able to celebrate out our 3rd anniversary..."

'I've been married three years,' I thought still begging to see myself
in reflection through the gloom of the darkened bedroom. I had to
finishing up, what else could there be? I felt so wonderful, so
youthful and enthusiastically warm.

"And things must be getting tough on you being so far along and
everything..." Charles said and the words entered my ears and struggled
to make sense. Faintly I could feel a slipping presence, a twisting
upward between my legs, an implanting of something within me. That
something was warm and tight and began to build far inside me. One
second it was there out of nothing, the next it was stoking higher and
higher.

"So far along..." I echoed trying to get Charles to be more specific,
even as the waistband of my shorts began to constrict upon my pale
skin. It wasn't the shorts that were shrinking; it was my body that
was...

"Yes, what are you, 35, 36 weeks along? Not much time left honey and
I'll be one happy father." Charles dropped the utterance that exploded
powerfully within my abdomen.

I pulled the phone away from my cheek and let out a loud "oomph,' as if
the something within me had let off a grenade. But it was a warm liquid
explosion, and it just kept pushing and pushing outward. I saw what it
was doing to my body and I looked on with awe. What should have taken
months went by in mere seconds as the skin of my belly tightened,
constricting tighter and tighter. The taught dome of my belly expanded
bigger and bigger, I was forced to spread my legs to get a better
stance. My shirt quickly adapted though, and fell into a maternity
style descending rapidly, covering my bloating swollen middle, which
was not done growing, far from it. The gown fell a long ways and even
eclipsed the bottoms of my shorts.

I brought the phone back to my face and with my free hand began
stroking the round bulge that would not stop blooming. How big would I
get? Was Charles telling the truth? Was I that close to... motherhood!?

"You don't think I'm gross and unattractive?" I whimpered into the
phone, all masculinity divorced from my voice. I sounded like an
adolescent girl, I found myself trying to sound like one. Still, it
wasn't far from the truth, if I had been married three years then I
must have married young. I may have just entered my twenties.

"No, I think the pregnancy has enhanced your beauty. I realize you're
very big, but you've been eating so well... the rest of you is still so
skinny, your belly looks out of place if it wasn't for your..." Charles
continued and I felt my belly aching forward. It was huge, incredibly
big and I could feel the child within it squirm. It was all so new and
wonderful. "It would look out of place if your breasts hadn't filled
out along with it..."

"Mmmmmmm..." I moaned as my bra morphed unnoticeably into a maternity
under-garment and my breasts became even more ultra-sensitive, pushed
to the limits that my slim young body could afford. They ripened like
fruit that refused to fall and have escaped being plucked, for a moment
I thought my maternity gown would split down the middle in two places,
above and below. It held, seemingly just barely.

"I love your body so much that I don't even mind when you persist in
wearing those old T-shirts of yours, the ones that can't cover you
properly and let your huge belly just poke out there for all to see.
It's like you're telling the world that you're proud to have had sex,
and that this was the result. Actually, I think your belly itself is
sort of sexy..." Charles finished.

The gown I had been wearing instantly crept back up, and I was
surprised to find the enormity of my belly in full view. The gown
transformed into a baby T-shirt that refused to stop diminishing, by
the end it seemed sleeveless, its neck very tight upon my own, across
my breasts so very tight, its bottom hem not even hinting at covering
my belly.

"It would have been worse if you had stretch-marks but your skin is so
supple..." he went on and I felt the tiny red lines that accompanied
the transformation disappear off my sides and hips.

"Even though you are carrying twins..." I would have dropped the phone
again were it not fused to my palm. Another second, lesser explosion
went off in my womb and I felt my body giving way once more, providing
room for another human life. If I had been big before, I was monstrous
now. My legs were getting sore just standing there, and I felt if I
took in too deep of breath, my breasts might begin to leak all over
myself.

"But honey, here's my surprise. I know how trying this pregnancy has
been for you, how I've been in and out on business, and I love how the
further you've developed the more... warm you have been for me..."
between my legs I felt myself gently humming, just the sound of words
made me want to touch myself down there... "So that's why I've come
home and you can do what you like with me."

And with that the doorbell rang. The phone finally fell from my hand
and the rest of the room shimmered like a desert mirage. It was no
longer like my old room, but was in every way indicative of a space
with provisions for my new life and my new body. That new body that
felt so full and beautiful and right and... and then my husband came
into the bedroom, a tall dark silhouette in the doorway. He took me in
an embrace. I could not even make out his face, I did not know what he
looked like, but he smelled good as his powerful tall body wrapped
around me. As big as I was he swallowed me up.

Oh, I would have my way with him alright. I waddled over to the bed and
sat down, pealing the T-shirt from off my body and beckoning him with
my index finger.

He couldn't get his pants off fast enough.