That Damned Blessing

Author's Note: All imaginary persons I imagined for the purposes of this story who engage in sexual activity of the imaginary variety are 18 imaginary years old or older, I imagine. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental but obviously fated to be, so blame the Universe and not me.

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That Damned Blessing, Chapter 6 and Epilogue:

In Which The End Begets The Beginning

A Day Later

The Wednesday evening that Ryan and Jess had spent in Faith Hegel's bed had put them both in a contemplative and introspective mood, and when they got home they each went their separate ways to clean up and sleep in their own beds. The next morning, though, Ryan awoke to the feeling of his cock hitting the back of his mom's throat, and a couple of minutes later she was riding him reverse cowgirl, taking his cock as deep as she could into her ass.

Afterwards, with his cum leaking slowly from her ransacked butthole, they lay cuddled together to feel the afterglow for as long as it lasted. It was Ryan who broke the reverie first. "Things are going to be different today."

She didn't need to ask him what he meant. Back on the islands, the shamans who had gotten them into this mess had told them that they could keep the final transformation at bay for six months to a year-and-a-half if they kept their hands off of each other as much as the magic drawing them together permitted, but they hadn't done that at all. It was now a little over ten weeks later and they had progressed through making out to oral and now anal - and every time they crossed a new line, the magic that was turning all of Milwaukee into their cheerleaders claimed new victims. Before this they each were getting strangers approaching them once or twice a day to tell them what a wonderful thing their mother-son mating was and how they were going to love being parents, and there was no doubt it would be worse today than ever before.

After a long moment, she said, "Yeah. I guess we both have to be prepared."

"I hope we don't see anything on the local news," he sighed into her hair. "Hopefully it will just be more of what's been going on already, rather than people hiring skywriters to put 'RYAN & JESS 4EVA" above us every day."

She snorted humorlessly. "I'd rather have that than, 'WILL YOU TWO MAKE BABIES ALREADY?"

"I guess given that choice, you're right." he nodded. There was a thoughtful pause before he finally asked, "After last night - and this morning - do you still want to fight this thing instead of just giving in?"

"I want to give in more and more every day. Feeling you inside me...I can't even begin to describe how amazing that is, how

right.

And I know it will be a million times better if we just accepted it and fucked properly. But..."

"But..."

"I don't know how to finish that sentence," she sighed, burying her head into the crook of his neck. "I just...I don't know anymore, love. You're already my man in every way but that. I know that fighting it is important, I'm just not sure why anymore."

"I know what you mean. I spend half my day fantasizing about how you'll look when your belly is swollen with my babies, and it hurts that I haven't made one with you yet - I mean it physically hurts sometimes. And I know I could change that so easily - all I'd need to do is put it in and you'd be pregnant before you got out of this bed."

"That sounds amazing," she whispered, pressing closer to him. "And it hurts me too. It's so hard for me not to beg you to do it, to end this damned indecision and misery and make us both happy for the rest of our lives."

"Do you want me to? Really? Right now?"

"Yes," she said with only the briefest of hesitation. "Yes, I do. I don't want to be Jess anymore, I want to be Seetsahm, I want to be your woman, I want to be the mother of your children. But I don't want it until you're ready to give that to me. Are you?"

He sighed. Part of him, the biggest part, was very ready indeed, but still he said, "No. Not yet. I don't even know why not for sure, only that I need to keep fighting it for as long as I can."

"You're a stubborn, contrary son of a bitch," she chuckled.

"You realize you just called yourself a bitch, right?"

"And a horny one at that. Got another assfucking in you this morning, babe?"

He did, and a moment later she did too.

Ryan didn't even have time to get worried about the dreadful walk into school from his car, because the moment he pulled up into the student parking lot he was swarmed by a smiling, happy crowd of people who, just the day before, were insulting him to his face - now they couldn't wait to shake his hand, slap him on the back, and congratulate him for being with his mom. Most of the biggest kids from the football team were there to give an honor guard inside, and they intimidated the hell out of anyone still inclined to be negative. It was the best walk to class he had had in two months.

In class, though, it got weird. The ceremony had spread its net wide the night before - as far as he could tell, an outright majority of people had been changed by it, including a teacher who had almost spat on him and his mom during parent-teacher conferences. People who had shouted the vilest things at him were now almost getting violent with anyone who dared to voice disapproval - a very petite girl in his first period had to be physically restrained by her friends from assaulting a very large wrestler because the wrestler said under his breath that Ryan was a freak.

After second period, he and Mycah met in the hall. "So," Mycah said, "looks like there a lot more people on your side today."

"Yeah. We..."

"OMG, did you?" he asked, seeming shocked.

"No, not that." He looked around to make sure he would not be overheard and then whispered, "The other hole."

Mycah seemed to relax. "You know, if you'd have told me three months ago that I would be relieved that you fucked your mom in the ass, I wouldn't have believed you."

"What?" asked a girl Ryan slightly knew as she was passing by. Loudly she exclaimed, "How are you going to get your mom pregnant by doing anal?"

Suddenly everyone in earshot was staring, and somewhere over half of them were vying to explain human reproductive biology. Ryan gave Mycah a glare, to which Mycah could only shrug and say, "Sorry."

That day, as Jess was trying to decide where to order lunch from, there came a rapping at her door. She looked up to see Cynthia, one of her underlings and one of the first converts to incest cheerleader. She was trying to hide a smile and nearly succeeding as she said, "Hey Jess, there's some Guiseppe's in the break room but there's only one tray of Marsala chicken, so you'd better hurry."

The smile made her suspicious, as did the fact that her boss Nolan hadn't mentioned that he was having food brought in today. But then it wasn't like he always mentioned when he was having food brought in - it was a common enough occurrence that it didn't need a ton of notice. More than that, though, Guiseppe's was easily the best food they had catered here, and she had been known to be irritated when she arrived late to the feast and discovered that her coworkers had devoured all the amazing Marsala chicken. "OK, I'll be right there, thanks."

She signed off her computer, checked her messages. There was one from Ryan saying:

I bet ur day is just as weird as mine

<three heart emojis, eggplant emoji, peach emoji>

She grinned and replied:

I've got two holes hungry 4

<eggplant emoji>

Day normal so far

And it was normal so far - the expected surge in people encouraging her to get pregnant hadn't happened. She got up and hurried toward the break room, eager for some chicken. She stepped inside - and discovered about 70% of her coworkers already there, jammed in shoulder to shoulder under a big, colorful banner proclaiming

JESS & RYAN TRUE LOVE.

She stopped dead in the doorway and stared as everyone in there began clapping and cheering.

Nolan, the owner and one of the first people at the company to succumb to the effects of the ceremony, stepped forward with an enormous smile on his face, embraced her in a big hug (he was always a huggy sort) and said, "There's the woman of the hour! Come on in, we've been waiting to open the Marsala chicken until you got here!"

Jess simply stood dumbfounded. Absolutely none of these people had said a word to her today about her son or their relationship, but they'd set up a party to celebrate it. And there were so many! Just the day before, more than half of the smiling faces here were sneering at her and avoiding her, and now she felt nothing but love coming from them. Ashley, the receptionist, loudly asked, "Are you expecting yet?"

"No, we just did anal for the first time - " Jess said, then cut herself off sharply.

WHY did I tell them THAT?

"You can't get a baby from that," said Adeline, another coworker. "That's like a birth control method, not a way to get impregnated. You know that."

That's why we did it.

"Um, yeah...uh...let's eat!"

She was allowed to go first through the line, and even encouraged to take two pieces of Marsala chicken, which was frowned on in any other circumstance - even Nolan only ever took one. She was then seated by the others at the head of one of the tables in what might as well have been a position of honor. It was an awkward lunch because everyone in attendance seemed to feel entitled to ask her one, or several, extremely intrusive and uncomfortable questions; there's not much like trying to eat your lasagna in the breakroom while an old lady a year from retirement casually questions you about how your son's cum tastes. Still, on balance, it was better to have everyone be overly supportive but invasive rather than sullen and hostile.

For dessert there was cannoli (both regular and chocolate-dipped) as well as tiramisu, and since Guiseppe's was famous for its desserts even more than its food, they were almost always the first thing that went. This time, however, she was given her choice (a chocolate-dipped cannoli, obviously) and then her coworkers made up a dessert plate for her to take home and share with her son after he fucked her tonight.

And here she was thinking that all of this couldn't get any weirder.

Even when they did nothing so dramatic as explore new sexual horizons, people who had been disgusted with them still had their attitudes changed by the magic. The following Monday, as Ryan hustled toward his first period class, he was stopped by two people who'd been giving him the hairy eyeball the week before; now, both of them hugged him, told him how happy they were for him, and wouldn't let him go until he explained why there was no baby on the way yet. Even acceptance could get old sometimes.

In truth, it was a pretty good day, especially because for once he wasn't the only topic of conversation. The prize on one of the big national lotteries was in record territory, and whoever won it would be set for life. A lot of kids who were too young to buy tickets were lamenting their year of birth, and a lot of seniors were bragging about what they'd do with all that cash. One kid said he'd buy the school and make all the teachers dress in sexy Halloween costumes every day of the year - especially the teachers nobody wanted to see in sexy anything.

At the end of the day, Ryan entered Ms. Hegel's class with the full expectation that he would be just as lost as he always was. Faith was dressed in her normal way, just inside the bounds of propriety for a high school teacher, in a tight red blouse and a tight black skirt that rose just above the knee when standing, and considerably higher when she sat down. As always, every student in class who was attracted to women was distracted, but it was even more difficult for Ryan because he knew what she looked like naked, knew her O face and the sounds she made when she came, knew how her hands felt on his dick, and knew that she wanted that dick inside of her. Learning in that situation was even more challenging than normal.

At about the midpoint in the period, when Ryan was almost always simply gazing at his desktop in bafflement, he happened to glance up at the screen as Faith advanced the presentation to the next question. Being math, it was a series of symbols and numbers in various positions and asked, "What is minimal value of this expression over all real numbers?"

All around Ryan, students dived for their tablets, but before he knew it, his hand shot up. Faith arched an eyebrow in cynical surprise and said, "Yes, Ryan?"

"The minimal value is -39."

Faith's dubious expression was instantly replaced by a look of shock. "That...that is correct. Good job, Ryan."

To his own amazement more than Faith's, he knew the next answer, and the next, and the next. When he'd walked into the room today, this all would have been basically impenetrable gibberish, but now the answers were just there, in his brain like he'd known them all along. Unless he was developing some kind of weird brain tumor that was unlocking his real potential genius (and he didn't believe he had any real potential genius) then this could only be the magic doing more work. Honestly, he shouldn't even be surprised anymore.

Everyone else was surprised too - even kids who'd been among the first changed by the ceremony were looking at him strangely. He couldn't blame them - his reputation as a math dunce was well and repeatedly earned.

The final bell rang, and as he stood to leave, Faith said, "Ryan, I'd like to talk to you. It looks like you've been holding out on me."

"Ooohhh, you in trou-ble..." one of the other kids said, walking past. Ryan said nothing, just approaching the desk and waiting for whatever Ms. Hegel was going to hit him with next.

When the last student had left, she crossed her arms in front of her, leaned back against her desk, and said, "So, it seems like you've understood math better than you were letting on. Were you just playing me to get that extra credit assignment?"

"I didn't even know you'd give me that assignment. I thought you were crazy when you told us what you wanted."

She waved a hand dismissively. "I'm sure you knew what I wanted from the first. Anyway, what the happened to you?"

"I don't know. Suddenly all this makes sense. It sure as hell didn't before."

"Language, Ryan. Are you telling me it just suddenly came to you?" He nodded. "Do you have some kind of weird brain tumor?"

"Not that I know of."

"Interesting. Let's see how far your knowledge extends."

The next hour was spent with Faith Hegel writing increasingly abstruse questions from progressively higher levels of mathematics on the white board, followed by Ryan solving each in succession, and without apparent difficulty. Finally she threw up her hands in frustration and demanded, "Where was this mathematical genius all this time? If you'd have just showed it from the first I wouldn't have had to make your time at this school such a hell."

"Sorry, I wish I could tell you. But..."

"But?"

"But I think you owe me for all that torment you've put me through. I think you have some debt to work off."

Her eyes widened, her nipples hardened, and she seemingly had to hold herself back from jumping on him. "And how can I do that?"

"On your knees."

Jess was right: the blowjobs she got from his teacher weren't as intense or mind-blowing as the ones Jess gave him, but they got the job done. He finished by putting a massive load onto her face and into her hair and telling her to keep it like that until she got home. She grinned saucily and said, "If anyone asks, I'll just tell them you made this mess. They'll understand."

More and more every day, Ryan was sure she was right about that.

That Thursday, Jess awoke early due to the incessant screeching of an overly full bladder. Still sleep-befuddled, she staggered into her bathroom to pee. As she wiped, she realized that something had changed, something with her, but she wasn't awake enough to figure it out until she went to the sink. And suddenly she was very awake indeed.

Moments later, she threw Ryan's bedroom door open, swatted the light on the way past, leaped, and landed on her knees next to him on the bed. He gave a groggy half-yelp and opened his eyes as far as the sudden light would permit. "What the fuck...what time...Jesus, it's ten after five, what's going on?"

"Look!" she cried.

He looked at her. "OK, done. Can I go back to sleep now?"

"No!" she said, slapping the bed with both palms. "Do you notice anything different about me?"

Oh shit.

No man ever wanted to hear a woman ask him that question, not even one ensorcelled. "Uhhh, yeah, you did something different with your hair, it looks nice."

"Wha - no! I haven't even brushed my hair yet!" she held out her arms. "Look, see?"

It was entirely too early for this. "Alright, I give up. What am I supposed to be seeing?"

"This blouse. See? The sleeves are too long."

"Uhhh...they sure are."

"Yesterday they weren't."

It took him a few moments to realize the implications, and then he too was awake. "OK, damn. How much?"

"I think I lost three inches during the night. I noticed it when I stood at the sink and saw that the edge of it was above my belly button. My belly button was always above it before." Jess had always been at the top end of average for female height, but in all their dreams and visions, Seetsahm was short, barely above five feet - just like Jess had always dreamed of being. Her skin and hair had already changed color to match Seetsahm, and now her height was catching up.

He took her hands. "How do you feel?"

"Excited. Terrified. I don't know what to feel."

"But like, physically? Do you hurt? Are there, like...anti-growing pains or something?"

She shook her head. "Physically I feel amazing. It feels...I don't know, it's hard to explain. You know how trans people say they suddenly have the body they should have been born with? Well, that - except not quite that because I've probably got another four or five inches to lose. But closer to what I ought to be than I ever have been before. That's the exciting part."

He didn't need to ask her what the terrifying part was - he'd been panicked when his dick had suddenly grown and when he'd suddenly started looking six or seven years older. "In that case, congratulations. I love you, Seetsahm."

She hugged him fiercely, and as she held him she whispered, "I'm going to need a hell of a lot of new clothes."

"Maternity clothes too, don't forget that."

"I haven't forgotten that for a second."

"You're going to be gorgeous when I get you pregnant, you know that?"

"What, I'm not gorgeous now?"

"Smart-ass. You're the hottest woman ever to have walked the Earth."

"I love you, Ryan. And since I woke you up early, want to fool around?"

She didn't even need to ask; he

always

wanted to fool around. He began to undo the buttons on her blouse, and as he pulled it over her shoulders he said, "This will be the last time we fuck in this bed."

She arched an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"I'm tired of not walking up under the same covers as you. From now on,

your bed

is

our bed.

"

She shivered in delight at the tone of his voice. "It should have been that all along, babe. Now take me hard - make me remember this bed."

Kim rolled in late Saturday morning for her biweekly visit home, a basket of dirty laundry under one arm and an energy drink in the other. "Hey, I'm here!" she shouted. "Anybody around?"

A moment later her mother came in from the living room. "Hi Kim, how's it going?"