“What’s wrong?” asked Brendan, opening the zip on his leather top to let his perky round breasts hang free. “Aren’t you loving this?”

“Easy for you to say, after the Transformation Virus changed all our bodies in all these weird ways...” Pat replied, waddling over to a seat, rubbing his enormous pregnant belly as it rested heavily in his lap with his large breasts (all four of them) resting on top of it. “You’re looking like a hot glamour model, and I’m stuck spending the rest of my life looking like a freakish pregnant mom.”

“Hey, it’s not all roses in my life too.” said Brendan, grabbing the breast pump from his bedside table and beginning to express his own nipples before they leaked milk all over his sheets. “My career as a professional athlete is down the drain and I lost my college scholarship. I have to wear fetish gear since everything else I try on irritates my skin. Plus I have to milk myself like, a dozen times a day because these titties just won’t stop filling up.”

“Yeah, and I’ve got four tits, a permanently pregnant belly, and my pussy is so big I can’t even feel it when any guys fuck me to try and take my mind off of it! Meanwhile, you’ve been bringing back hunks to the apartment every night!” Complained Pat, reaching under his swollen stomach to massage his gaping vagina.

“Maybe you could call Jake?” Brendan suggested smugly, “I heard he grew two eighteen-inch cocks Of course, he’s only 3 feet tall now...”

“Ughh...” Pat sighed, looking at his MILF, quadruple-breasted, heavily pregnant body in the mirror. He couldn’t even see his own privates underneath his belly and he despite his disgust he was desperate to satisfy his maternal urges. “..if that’s what it takes, fine. At least I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant...”