Preg Day

By Gregor Daniels

For Ralph, the most disappointing feature of Lake Tahoe is the lack of reception—until he mysteriously receives a gift through something called the Preg App. His reward? Nine months of pregnancy in nine hours. Yeah, right. But then his tummy is actually swelling, and his girlfriend doesn't see anything wrong! What's more, he's not the only big-bellied vacationer having app-related fun.

Preg App version 2.1601 log:
* added Mother's Day gift package
* increased social media integration
* fixed a glitch where clothing would sometimes change colors for size auto-adjusting
* fixed a glitch where only 36-year-old women born in February would be immune to the awareness on/off feature
* fixed a glitch where the age value could be negative
* Loot Boxes are here!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Jun 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463098844

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Copyright © 2019 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

This story includes: gender transformation, slow changes, lactation, and lovely pregnant bellies.

1

"Oh, look at it, Ralph! It’s so cute! Jordanna squealed, as she maneuvered the RAV4 up to the source of her glee: a one-bedroom cabin with the shimmering water of the lake no more than a hundred feet from its back door. It’s even prettier than it was on the website!"

Ralph mumbled his assent, although he was looking at his phone and not the cabin.

Would you put that thing away? he heard his girlfriend ask. You can live three days without YouTube.

He was about to joke that he couldn’t, that his daily consumption of viral videos was necessary for survival. But then the video—a two-minute-long reel of a cat with the hiccups and everyone in the background laughing their asses off—was suddenly interrupted by a message: NO NETWORK DETECTED. The loading icon spun to no avail.

Ah, dammit, he muttered, moving the phone around to try and find the sweet spot.

See? Jordanna said. "Even it’s telling you to stop for a little while."

But what if we have an emergency?

It’s Lake Tahoe. Not the middle of nowhere. And there are other cabins like a minute away. We’ll be fine.

Ralph sighed, and finally accepted defeat to the limitations of technology. Standing in front of the RAV4 was their home for the next few days. Jordanna’s description was wrong—it was not a cabin. It more resembled the shed in his parents’ backyard, the rickety wood walls and timber roof looking about as durable as paper. He and his friends had camped out in that shed once, when they were little, only to have shit their pants when his father had banged on the walls around midnight, wearing a sheet over his head and pretending to be a ghost. While Ralph didn’t believe in the supernatural now that he was in his twenties, he doubted this structure could even withstand a hard knock; it’d probably collapse in a ten-mile-an-hour wind.

Hopefully not with him inside it!

Jordanna was already gathering her luggage—two full suitcases. Girls, he mused, wondering what the hell was so important to bring along that she needed that much space. All he had was a backpack, which he slung over his shoulder before following her up to their five-star vacation rental.

With a turn of the knob, the door screeched open, letting inside the morning sun.

Oh my God, it’s perfect! Jordanna exclaimed. Look at it!

He was, and he countered with a different opinion. It’s a closet.

No. It’s spartan. And cozy.

My bedroom is bigger than this thing.

Oh, stop complaining.

Ralph waited for his eyes to adjust, but his first assessment remained true: it was tiny as hell inside. There was a little sitting area with a couch and a fireplace, a TV on the wall—it had cable, what a shock!—some kitchen cabinets, an ancient metal stove, and cobwebs.

It took him a few moments to realize that some necessities were lacking. There’s not even a bed, Jordanna.

The couch folds out.

And where’s the bathroom?

She looked back at him and grinned. You don’t mind going in a bush, do you?

Ralph groaned. And what if I get really bad shits? Am I supposed to wipe with leaves?

Relax, I brought toilet paper. We’ll manage.

His girlfriend lit some candles—taken from her luggage—to illuminate the place. Next she grabbed some firewood from outside for the fireplace, and got a fire started. Being the outdoorsy type, this was second nature to her. One of her favorite stories to tell was how she had gotten lost in the woods around her home when she was little and had to survive on earthworms and other bugs. She was only missing for two days, and half the town had pitched in to search for her, but according to her version of the story, it had been fun.

Ralph would starve to death before he ate bugs.

Gradually, the little ramshackle cabin began to warm up to the point that they could remove their coats. But Ralph kept his on; three hours straight of being on the road had been enough for his bladder, and nature was calling. He excused himself while his girlfriend stocked the cabinets with canned food—also from her luggage.

Watch out for bears! she joked while he was on his way out.

Oh shit. He hadn’t thought about bears. And the area around the cabin was pretty wooded, and bears lived in the woods, right? He didn’t give his girlfriend the pleasure of his concern, but once he was outside, he