Evolution / 9

 

Karen returned to Daniel’s room.   Susan, of course, stayed
with her.   A set of cameras and a television panel had been placed in the room,
as well as an additional lamp, and the sheets and blankets had been changed.  
Daniel was awake, which was unusual.   He was sitting in the middle of the bed;
too small even to climb down.   He was now the size of a small baby, but seemed
to still have adult-like features.   He was visibly nervous when Karen walked
in.   Susan switched on the television, and settled down into a chair, placing a
portable communicator next to her.   Karen sat on the bed, picking up Daniel,
and cuddled him in the blanket.   Another woman, who had been watching Daniel
since Karen left, left the room herself.     Several hours passed.

 

“So, how do you feel?” Karen asked, looking down at
Daniel.

 

He could barely talk.   “I... I don’t know.   What are you
doing... now?”

 

Something on the news caught Susan’s attention, and she
shushed him.   False alarm; the story about women “attacking” men had nothing to
do with them.

 

“Sorry.   What did you say?”

 

“What’s going to...”

 

The first serious contraction hit Karen before Daniel could
finish.

They came in quick succession, and Susan called for Dr.
Carlson.

 

Jeannette showed up in less than a minute.   The picture on
the television changed, and was now–them.   The Media Center was recording this
event and playing it within the complex for the rest of the women to see,
bringing all other activities to a near halt.

 

Jeannette stood to one side of the bed, Susan to each other.

 

Daniel was in tears.   “What’s HAPPENEEEN??” he cried.  
Again, Daniel’s concerns were low on the list of priorities.

 

“Okay, Karen, how do you feel?”

 

“I’m REALLY ‘hungry’ now.   And...”   Another contraction.  
The crotch of her jeans darkened; they were soaking wet.   Karen started to
remove them.

 

Susan picked up Daniel.   “I think it’s time, Daniel.   I’m
sorry there was no other way to do this.   If only you hadn’t broken in...
things might have been a lot different now.   But at least... you’ll be famous.  
Think how many men would love to be inside of where you’re going...”

 

Daniel thought about it for a second.   By now, Karen’s jeans
were off, and she removed her panties.   “No!   Please!” he tried to scream.

 

Karen lay back on the bed.   Her labia were darker than
usual. Susan handed Daniel to her.

 

“Wait until you can’t stand it; then feet first,” Jeannette
reminded her.   Karen, who was panting a bit.   nodded.   She drew in
her legs.

 

“No....” whispered Daniel, who watched in horror as Karen’s
knees lifted into the air.   She held them together and held Daniel’s back against
them, so she faced him.   Both were speechless.   Another contraction; the hunger
within her grew to immense proportions.   She squeezed her legs together, but
the need was quickly overwhelming her.   She slid Daniel down so his tiny legs
landed on her abdomen; and her comparatively massive, powerful legs began to
spread apart.   Daniel gasped and looked down as Karen’s legs parted; he saw her
fuzzy pubic area for the first time, and then gasped again as Karen’s birth
canal began to open below him.

 

He didn’t have time to react before she picked him up, now
with great effort, and moved his body between her legs.   She hesistated, trying
to hold things off as long as possible.   Another wave of vaginal muscle activity
passed through her; and before he knew it his legs were between hers, her hands
firmly on his torso.   He tried, as much as he could, to move his legs out of
the way of her opening.   She settled him down against herself, and the
slippery, wet skin moved out of the way, and her labia opened invitingly.

 

Daniel looked up at her face.   Karen’s look was intense with
pleasure.   With one big push she shoved him down and in, engulfing his legs, lubricating
him, and taking him into her up to his waist.   Her vagina tightened forcefully
around him, taking its first taste of his body, and would refuse to let him
go.   She slid her hands up to his shoulders, and prepared for the next push.  
Her labia slid up around his abdomen, and her wetness lubricated him.

 

“Please...” Daniel whispered, in a weakening voice.   He knew
there was no escaping her body now,   but knew of the choices she had with her
new reproductive system; if she wished, he might live on, although in a different
form.   He pleaded with her, now barely audible.   “I’ll be a good girl.   Give me
another chance.”

 

Karen responded by relaxing her vaginal muscles and pushing
down again, slowly and smoothly, until she had taken him up to his shoulders.  
She took her hands away from her genitals and leaned back.   The familiar muscle
tone soon returned, and the tightening muscles seemed particularly tight around
his shoulders.   He was sliding, slipping in, and the outer muscles of Karen’s
vagina eased him in as they contracted.   Her labia snapped over his shoulders,
and all that remained visible was his head.

 

“I don’t think so,” she told him.   He looked up at her, but
could no longer talk.   He couldn’t move any part of himself that she had consumed;
the fit was so tight; she was so warm and soft, except where her muscles
threatened to constrict her neck.   Karen’s eyes were closed, her thoughts
dreamy, this process so natural it seemed to happen by itself.   She could feel
her victim squirm within her, and reveled in it.   Her mouth opened and her head
collapsed down, tired.

 

Jeannette whispered to Susan; “At last a few minutes rest
for her...”

 

Susan nodded again, then walked up toward the head of the
bed.   She wiped Karen’s forehead.   “How are you doing?”

 

“I hope HAVING babies feels like this... I’ll admit it’s
tiring, and I bet I’ll be a little sore down there, but...”   Karen looked down between
her legs.   Daniel’s eyes were barely open, and his head was tilted back a bit
since he didn’t have the muscles to hold it up on his own.

 

“I couldn’t have even imagined it, Susan... Think about
it... I can feel him inside me, every bit of him squirming, his little heart beating...  
You should try this someday...”   Karen went back to panting.

 

“You’re making me envious again, Karen.”

 

“Just wait, Susan... It won’t be that... Oops, here we go...”

 

Everyone stood back and watched as Karen’s powerful organs
started to gear up again.

 

“Goodbye, Daniel”, Karen whispered, then leaned back.   She
started tightening her grip on him again.   Her diaphragm moved up, and her abdomen
expanded.

 

Daniel couldn’t squeak out a last word.   Karen’s birth canal
squeezed him, forcing the last breath of air out of his lungs, collapsing his body,
folding him up inside her uterus.   In rhythmic motions, her outer muscles
tightened, she would bear down a bit, which slid her cervix up over his body.  
Then her vagina would relax and slide down, and her diaphragm and uterus pulled
inwards.   His chin lodged against her for a moment, but the contractions soon
overcame that.   Soft feminine flesh pulled itself up over his chin, his mouth,
and his nose. His lungs began to fill with her clear fluids.   Centimeter by
centimeter, the inchworm-like mechanism pulled his head inwards.   He closed his
eyes just before her labia covered them.   After her lips consumed his forehead,
powerful squeezing began from the outside of her vagina, pushing the last of
him inwards.   The birth canal began to close, and as Daniel’s head moved
through her cervix, Karen’s abdomen stretched outwards significantly.

 

This seemed to be the most difficult part for Karen, but
also the most rewarding.   The people and the cameras   peered into the recesses of
her body, getting a last glimpse as her muscles began to return to their state
of tonal contraction; the birth canal changing back to an ordinary vagina;
closing, sealing Daniel inside... forever.

 

Karen slowly squeezed her legs together.   She was exhausted,
and soaking wet all over.   Her labia touched together, and with a last ‘hiccup’,
her cervix tightened over her victim’s head.   It was over.

 

Jeannette, now satisified that everything was okay, left.  
Susan took some warm washcloths and cleaned Karen up, covered her with the sheets
and blankets, then undressed herself and climbed in next to Karen.   Karen was
sound asleep in seconds; her reproductive system already hard at work
dissolving and absorbing the tiny person inside of her; keeping him alive, but
stripping him of the vital nutrients and substance that his own mother had
given him before he was born.

 

Karen was awake and alert the next day; well enough to move
back to Susan’s room.   As time wore on, she became more and more energetic, as Daniel’s
stored energy fed her from within.

 

Daniel was still somewhat aware of his surroundings.   His skin
no longer protected him from the outside world, which was fortunate, because he
needed direct contact with the womb around him in order to get oxygen into his bloodstream.  
It seemed to be stiflingly warm inside–which even he could rationalize; her womb
was maintained at her own body temperature, and since he was surrounded by
increasing amounts of clear fluid, sweat glands could not help him.   This
feeling passed, as he began to lose temperature sensations, and his body simply
became a smaller and smaller part of Karen’s.   He could feel her move around;
and occasionally even muffled sounds as she spoke with Susan, next to her.   The
sound of her breath, and her heart, seemed quite loud.   The strongest sensation
seemed to be that of her going to the bathroom, which happened several times a
day; strong muscular contractions nearby, and the space he was in became much
more roomy.   She hadn’t been eating;   Karen was slowly metabolizing his body, transforming
him into her own waste products, which she then excreted.   Something peered
into his thoughts.

 

“Wow...” she said, spontaneously.

 

“What?” Susan asked.

 

“I can feel him.   His personality, his knowledge... If I
concentrate, I can sense his memories.   Wow... No wonder he had to break in; he
hates women.   More now than ever; can’t say I blame him for that.   He was ready
to kill Alyssa when you stopped him.   He couldn’t break the cycle of that
hatred; that fear, that disrespect.   Daniel?”

 

“Are you going to let him in?”

 

“No way.   Especially with what I’m learning about him now.  
He’s been a creep... forever, I think.   His first girlfriend actually tolerated
it; no wonder he thought he could get away with it.   Anyway, this is not the
kind of guy you’d let into your own thoughts, that’s for sure.   And I’m not
going to rebirth him either.   He’d never make a good woman.   He’ll be gone in a
few weeks, and I don’t think the world will miss him.   I won’t.   I’ll be happy
to have my weight back to normal.”

 

“Good...   I can’t see you taking care of a baby anyway, at least
right now.”

 

“No.   I have the feeling that my first baby will be... Ours,
Susan.”

 

Susan looked at Karen with the most intense admiration she
had ever felt.   Perhaps it was love; the same that George had felt for Karen
all along.

 

“Someday,” Karen added.

 

“I’d like that,” Susan said, tears forming in her eyes.   “I
still love you.   Now more than ever.”

 

“No more half-relationships... I can have you for real at
last.   You don’t know how hard that was, with you so close and wanting you so much...”  
Karen’s eyes watered as well.

 

They hugged.   The moment seemed like an eternity.

 

“Susan! Karen!   Come on!” Lisa shouted at them.

 

KLXV, a UHF station in Los Angeles, broke the story as the
science story on their six-o’clock news.   A strangely coincidental number of
men had shown up in hospital emergency rooms complaining of an unusual weakness
or, in one case, impotence, and all quite certain that a woman was at fault–but
a different one in each case.     The clips shown on the air of these people was
nothing amazing.   Their report noted that similar events were happening in
other nearby cities.   The nearest they got to the truth was when one man said
on camera that a woman had “sprayed something” at him.

 

“I think that’s an advantage of our delivery method... you
don’t normally hear about pee on television,” Lisa noted.   “But no wonder that
they’re not talking–it’s like shooting someone and then complaining about the powder
burns.   I wonder what they did to...”

 

“Piss some woman off?”   Karen offered, smiling.

 

Overall, the report was disorganized, and uninformative, but said that “further investigation” would be necessary.

 

“We won’t make an official statement for a few more hours;
after that we’ll need to calm people down a bit.   Nobody will believe this
report for a while; but they will start investigating.   By now, there’s more than
a few males who’ve been ‘hit’.   It will take them a while to put the whole
story together.”

 

That didn’t happen until the next day.   The story had
finally been picked up by the networks, and reports of several men reporting to
hospitals with severe weakness and loss of potency seemed to verify the story.  
“Undoubtedly the results of women who needed to use their powers right away, it
seems,” Lisa commented.   “I can’t say I blame them.   Well, it’s time for us to
make our offer.”

 

“We’ve got him,” one of the other women noted.   “The link is
ready to ABC News in New York.   Lisa, you’re on in two minutes.”

 

“Wish me luck,” Lisa asked Susan.

 

“I wish us ALL luck,” Susan answered.