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“And I’m the dad! And Logan’s the mom!”
“Why am I the mom? What gender roles are we assigning here?”
The day after the 5th Anniversary Sanders Sides video was filmed, Logan woke up as he usually did in the mornings. He yawned softly as he sat up and pushed himself out of bed. He had a quick shower, before getting dressed. Then, he left his room, heading out to the kitchen. “Morning…” he mumbled as he went to get himself some coffee, not noticing the unusual fact that Patton was the only other side in the kitchen.
“Morning, Lo!” Patton smiled, making breakfast. “I hope you’re hungry! I’ve already fed the kids, so us parents have some quiet time just for us.”
Logan blinked, raising an eyebrow. “Patton, you are aware the whole family thing was simply a comment for the video? I don’t think any of us meant it seriously.”
“I know… but don’t you think it could be fun? I’ve always been the dad, and honestly… I think you’d look good as a mom. Don’t you think so~?” Patton’s tone changed as he spoke, becoming almost flirtatious. He stepped away from the counter, closer to Logan. Logan blushed softly, surprised and a little confused, as he found himself backed against the wall.
“Look… good?”
“Mhm! Just imagine: luscious long thick hair, a cute round face with soft features~” Patton tilted Logan’s head up by the chin, looking over him. “A body with lots of soft curves, with a nice plushness to it, especially with extra wide hips and big breasts~”
Logan didn’t know what to say. He didn’t have a chance to form proper words anyway, before Patton picked up what he had been making for breakfast: a plate of pancakes, covered in strange looking pink syrup. Patton cut off a bite, making sure there was plenty of the syrup on it, before pushing it to Logan’s lips. “Open wide~”
“Mm…!” Logan ate the pancake piece as it was pushed into his mouth. He barely had a chance to swallow it properly, before yet another syrup covered bite was pushed past his lips.
He couldn’t deny they tasted amazing. Fluffy and buttery, sitting heavily in his belly when he swallowed. And the syrup was sweet… though with a taste he couldn’t describe. It was nice, but… strange…
“Good girl~” Patton purred as he fed Logan. “Moms need to eat well so they have enough energy to do their work and look after the kids.”
The amount on the plate gradually became smaller as Patton gave Logan bite after bite. Logan’s belly started to look visibly bloated and full, and eventually the plate was cleared. He hiccuped, “Wh-what was in that syrup…?” He felt a churning, funny feeling in his stomach, gradually building.
“Just a little special something~” Patton shrugged. “It should start to work any second now-”
He was interrupted when Logan suddenly gasped, squeezing his legs together as he felt an unusual sensation in his crotch. Underneath his jeans and underwear, his genitals were simply disappearing, shrinking away. In their place, a vagina formed. He held back a moan as lips swelled around it.
Patton watched in delight as the logical side squirmed. “It’s working!”
“Wh-what’s happening to- mmn-!” Logan winced as his face began to feel tingly. His bone structure began to shift to look more feminine, rounder and softer, with less harsh angles. His facial features followed suit; his eyelashes looked darker and longer, and his lips plumped up. At the same time, his hair started to grow, thickening as it fell down to his shoulders, and then down his back.
“You look so pretty!” Patton bounced on his feet. “Now we’re getting to the good bit~”
“Th-the good bit…?” Logan was visibly dazed by his transformation so far, but seemed to come back to reality upon hearing his voice. It was softer, higher, more feminine. However, he didn’t have much time to react to it as he suddenly felt a shiver go up his spine.
His waist seemed to slim a little, and his shoulders became less broad. Then, a pressure felt like it began to build in his hips, his thighs and his rear. It grew more and more intense by the second, and Logan whined softly, putting his hands on his hips and rubbing them in the hopes of easing the feeling.
The massaging, however, seemed to only make it worse; his face flushed and he couldn’t help but moan as the pressure reached its apex… and his hips began to widen, swelling with fat. His thighs thickened to match, as did his rear, filling out his jeans, which began to creak as they quickly grew too tight.
Patton looked positively thrilled, palming at his crotch over his pants as he watched Logan’s lower body become curvier, bubbling with fat.
Logan whined as the two globes of flesh that were his ass cheeks strained against the seat of his pants, while his hips and thighs pressed against the straining side seams. Too tight…!
RRRRRIP! RRRRIP! POP! TEAAARRR!
He sighed in relief when the pressure subsided, his jeans tearing and the button breaking to free his new curves. He became even more relieved when he saw that he seemed to no longer be swelling.
Except that relief only lasted for a moment, before the same pressure began to build in his chest.
He looked down, watching nervously as he felt the pressure increasing. It didn’t take long for his shirt to begin to be pushed up by a budding pair of breasts.
“Here come the mommy milkers~” Patton teased.
Logan reached his hands up, cupping his swelling chest. They were already pushing past a B cup, getting larger at a swift pace, filling out his hands. He moaned as he felt his nipples pushing and rubbing up against his shirt. They felt so sensitive…
The buttons of his shirt grew tighter and tighter around his new ballooning breasts, starting to strain… but the swelling stopped before any buttons broke.
Logan blinked, panting a little, looking over himself and then back up at Patton. “I-is it over…?”
“Hm…” Patton hummed. “Technically yes, but… I can’t help but feel something’s missing. Maybe it’s your outfit?” He took the logical side’s hand. “Come on, it’s time to get you into some more motherly clothes!” He paused for a second. “You do like this, right…? I mean, I just realized I kinda forced this onto you with no explanation and assumed you’d like it… I can turn you back if you don’t, and we can pretend this never happened. But looking feminine does suit you!”
“I…”
Logically, the answer should be a straight no. This whole family dynamic thing, with him as the mother, was ridiculous - just a joke from the anniversary video! Logan was a teacher, not a mom.
…
And yet…
“Can I see my reflection?”
Patton nodded enthusiastically, taking Logan’s hand. “Of course!.” He pulled him gently from the kitchen, and down the hall to his own bedroom. Once inside, he covered Logan’s eyes, before positioning the logical side in front of a mirror. “Ready for the big reveal? Three… two… one… ta da!” He pulled his hands away.
Logan blinked at his reflection.
He looked… beautiful. His face soft and cute, his brown hair long, thick and luscious, and his new curves… gosh…
This feeling… was this gender euphoria? Staring at himself, it just felt… right.
Himself?
Herself.
Logan turned to Patton. “C-can you try using she/her pronouns for me…?”
Patton smiled, before nodding enthusiastically. “Sure! Um… this is Logan, she’s Thomas’ logical side. She’s super smart and knows a lot of things. And she’s really pretty.”
Logan blushed softly, before looking at her reflection again and nodding. “I, um, I think this works. It’s adequate.”
“Adequate? So… you like it~?”
Logan blushed even more. “Y-yes… it seems I do.”
Patton squealed, hugging her. Before pausing. “Oh! I think I know what’s missing, and it’s not the outfit! Again, I’ll give it a try, and you can let me know if you think it doesn’t work.”
“Okay…?” Logan looked a little nervous again, but didn’t protest. Patton raised his hand, conjuring a cupcake into his hands, chocolate and topped with heavy green icing.
“Okay, open wide~”
Logan parted her lips, taking a bite from the cupcake. Just like the pancakes, it tasted delectable, and was heavy and filling in her belly.
With each bite, she felt more… hot. Her face began to flush, and her boxers began to feel damp.
Eventually, the cupcake was all gone.
“Now… Logan, again, you say no and I’ll immediately stop. Don’t be scared to not give consent.” Patton placed his hands on Logan’s hips, pulling her closer to him, causing her to flush softly. “Can I kiss you?”
Logan blinked, before nodding. The moral side smiled, before pressing his lips to hers. They felt just as soft as they looked, and still had a lingering taste of chocolate on them. Patton deepened the kiss, and gently guided the teacher over to his bed, pulling away as he led her down on it.
His hands teased the waistband of her jeans. “Say the word and I’ll stop.”
Logan’s face was flushed softly, and she shook her head. “No complaints here~”
Patton smiled, before slipping the jeans down. They tore a little more in some places as they struggled to stretch around Logan’s hips, rear and thighs, but Patton soon got them off. Then he took hold of the waistband of Logan’s boxers, pausing again to give her a chance to stop him, before pulling them the rest of the way down.
“You ready?” Patton asked, taking a hold of Logan’s soft thighs and spreading them apart.
“God yes~” Logan whined. The aphrodisiac in that cupcake was clearly in full effect. “Please…”
Patton smiled, gently teasing Logan’s lips, finding her vagina slick and wet already. His fingers traced up until they found Logan’s clitoris. The teacher cried in pleasure as he began to tease it. “You like that, LoLo~?”
“Y-yes, fuck…!” Logan tried to say more, but she couldn’t help a moan passing her lips instead.
Patton continued to pleasure her with one hand, while using the other to undo the button of his own pants and shift them off, followed by his boxers. He used his free hand to gently stroke his own shaft, which didn’t take long to spring to life thanks to the gorgeous sight of Logan spread out beneath him, panting and flushed pink in pleasure.
He pulled his hand away from Logan’s clit, the teacher letting out a whine at the loss of stimulation. Patton led over Logan, lining his cock up with her vagina. “You ready?”
Logan nodded.
“I need a verbal response?”
“Yes!”
Patton gently eased in, Logan gasping softly as she was filled. Patton stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling, before starting to pump back and forth. He started slow and gentle, not wanting to overwhelm her, or risk finishing too soon.
As he thrusted, he ran his hands up Logan’s thighs, then her hips, her waist, all the way up to her chest. He watched the way her breasts bounced gently with each thrust, eyes going to the bumps in the fabric of her shirt where her nipples were. Patton gently brushed them with his fingers, seeing Logan shiver and flush more in response. “Oh~? You like that?”
“Mhm…” Logan whined, before gasping as Patton pinched her nipples.
Patton smirked, continuing to tease and play with her nipples. He only paused for a moment to loosen and pull away her tie and undo the top buttons of her shirt. This allowed him to press his lips to her collar bone, sucking hickies onto her neck. His thrusts started to speed up, his cock needing more friction.
Logan could feel a warm pressure building in her abdomen, causing her to whine loudly. She felt a bit embarrassed that she felt an orgasm building so soon, mumbling, “I-I’m close…”
“That’s okay, Lo…” Patton panted, smiling down at her. “You’re doing so good, such a good girl… So good for daddy…”
Oh god, the praise.
She was so close. Any second now. She felt hotter and hotter as Patton squeezed her hips, and then her thighs.
One of his hands went back between her legs, fingers teasing her clit again. And that was the last thing she needed.
Logan’s cry was music to Patton’s ears, and he felt his own orgasm building as she shuddered around his cock. He gave her a moment to finish and relax, before he grabbed her hips, holding tight and thrusting faster. “R-ready to breed, momma~?”
Logan whined, overstimulated, eyes glazed over in pleasure, but she nodded. She looked so gorgeous.
Patton groaned as he finally reached his climax. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he stayed fully inside Logan, holding her hips in place. Even as he finished, he didn’t pull out, staying there as he panted and caught his breath.
“Have fun?” he asked, looking down at Logan with a smile. The teacher nodded, pushing her hair back from her face.
“You’ve definitely proved you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be,” she sighed, wiping sweat from her brow and smiling back.
Patton chuckled. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” Logan nodded, and Patton gently slid out.
Logan sighed, shifting a little at the empty feeling. “So, ‘the thing that is missing’ was just taking me to bed?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well… no. That was just a part of it,” Patton shrugged as he clicked his fingers, cleaning himself and Logan up. “It’ll take a couple of minutes, but the next part should begin pretty soon.” He summoned a pair of baby blue panties and handed them to Logan, before picking up his boxers and khakis. “Let me know if you start to feel strange.”
“Okay…” Logan pulled the panties on, feeling confused but intrigued. And also drained. She sighed, flopping back on her bed, head against the pillow and closing her eyes, riding the ecstasy of post-coitus…
Only for her eyes to open as she felt a tingly sensation throughout her body. She frowned, sitting up. “Um, Patton…? I think I’ve got the strange feeling…”
Patton's eyes lit up, quickly pulling up his fly before sitting in front of Logan on the bed. “That means it’s starting! Gosh, I can’t wait to see the end result… Remember, Lo, if you don’t like it, I can get rid of it just like that.” He snapped his fingers. “No need to be scared, okay?”
Logan nodded, resting a hand on her belly. It felt really strange… she almost felt a little nauseous to be honest, taking a deep breath to try and stop herself from being sick on her bedsheets. Patton had just cleaned them after all.
Gurrrrrrgle… grooooowl!
Her stomach let out a loud noise, and her attention was brought back to the fullness from the cupcake, which was suddenly rapidly disappearing. Like her digestive system was going into overdrive, tackling all that heavy chocolatey buttery goodness and turning it into…
Swell! Blub!
Logan squeaked, feeling her panties tighten around her rear. She pushed herself to her knees, looking over her shoulder and finding it softening, getting even larger and fuller. Her legs followed suit, getting thicker and meatier.
When she turned her head around, she found it wasn’t just her bottom half. The rest of her body was fattening up as well, her belly getting larger and softer, causing her shirt to ride up, rolls forming on her sides. Her breasts pushed against her shirt more, buttons tightening further. Her arms became plusher and thicker, and she felt her cheeks softening and getting chubbier.
“P-Patton, what the- why am I getting bigger?!” she cried as fat continued to bubble onto her frame, shirt continuing to ride up, revealing her navel.
“Hey, it’s okay! No need to panic, Lo, I promise. It’s reversible, and gaining weight is perfectly normal in pregnancy.”
Logan did a double take. “Pregnancy?!”
Patton shrugged, flushing. “You are a mom, and I did say I was going to breed you…”
“I thought that was just dirty talk!”
Logan started to feel another strange sensation, this one localized in just her belly. It started to swell even faster - however, clearly not with fat. No longer did it look soft and squishy, but it instead began to look round and firm as a baby grew in Logan’s uterus.
Logan whined at the growing pressure, stretch marks forming on the underside of her belly as it quickly grew to six months, then seven, then eight, then nine…
Her hips widened more to support her belly, while another kind of pressure began to build in her chest. She moaned as her breasts began to swell faster as well, a heavy churning and sloshing inside of them.
There was a thump as her navel suddenly popped out, belly still getting larger as a second baby formed and rapidly grew. The bumps in her shirt that were her nipples became larger as her nipples became puffier. She reached up to cup her growing chest, and accidentally squeezed it. She gasped as milk leaked out, staining her shirt.
The flood of hormones was overwhelming, and Logan found her nerves and fear slipping away in lieu of a swarm of other feelings. There was a growing instinct of motherly protection, some exhaustion from suddenly having two extra lives form so quickly inside of her, and a growing feeling of arousal.
She tried to reach a hand down to slip into her panties and offer herself some relief, but her stomach was getting too large to reach around, a third baby seeming to form. She whined, trying her best to grind on her bed sheets. She didn’t think to ask Patton for help. Honestly, it was so hard to think straight, she’d completely forgotten he was there.
The buttons of her shirt creaked loudly, unable to hold any longer around her milky breasts. They popped off one by one, with loud PING! s, while the fabric ripped around her fattened back and sides. It fell to pieces on the bed, causing Logan’s breasts to slosh free, able to continue filling out with no resistance. Milk streamed from her nipples and down her belly.
Her hips widened one final time, and then the transformation began to slow. She stopped fattening up, while her belly started to stop growing as it reached nine months with triplets. Her chest stopped filling with milk, looking an unusually large size, and the leaking stopped.
Logan sighed, leaning back on her bed as the hormones calmed a little too, the arousal dissipating. She began to come back to reality, taking a deep breath.
“... you okay? Logan, can you hear me? It’s gonna be okay, ssh… Just tell me if you’re alright?”
She blinked up at Patton, who was leaning over her. He’d gently rested his hands on her massive belly, rubbing it soothingly.
“I-I’m okay…” Logan nodded.
Patton sighed in relief. “Good.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “So, um… how are you feeling?”
“... Big.” She pushed herself to sit up again, Patton giving her a hand. She blinked down at herself, eyes going to her belly. “I, um… I don’t know if I can do this, Pat, I think I need to turn back. I don’t want to give birth and have babies, I have work and a life. I don’t want to be a mom-”
“Oh, it’s okay! You won’t give birth!”
Logan blinked. “... Huh?”
“It’s kind of just, like… an aesthetic change? You look and feel pregnant, and have all the effects of pregnancy, like the weight gain and lactating and hormones, but you don’t actually have any real babies in there to give birth to. It’s just, well, to add to the motherly vibe,” Patton explained. “You get to constantly have that pregnancy glow! Look, let’s get you in your new outfit. I’ll let you see yourself in the mirror, and you can decide what you want to keep and what you want to get rid of.” Patton took her hands and pulled her to her feet.
Logan wobbled a little, unsteady with all the extra weight, before following Patton over to the closet. She flushed as she felt her thighs squishing and rubbing together with each step. Patton giggled. “Your waddle is cute~”
He opened the closet, and rummaged inside until he pulled out a maternity bra, coloured to match Logan’s panties. “Hopefully this fits, I think it’s a Q cup? Here.” He helped Logan put it on, doing up the clasp for her. “There! Is it comfy?”
Logan nodded. “Yes, it seems to fit perfectly. Thank you.” She smiled at him softly.
“No problem! Now for the rest…” Patton rummaged in his closet again, before holding up a clothes hanger. On it was a large dress. It was a soft indigo, and had nylon stockings, a white apron and a cute pair of black flats to go with it. Just like the bra, Patton helped Logan put everything on. After tying the back of the apron, he led Logan in front of the mirror. “Here you go! What do you think?”
Logan blushed softly. She had to admit, she liked it. She was big, sure, but she thought it looked kind of… sexy. Her curves were in all the right places; the outfit really highlighted them. Her large chest, sloshing with milk, and her wide hips that had a full rear to match. Heck, even the sight of her big belly, round and full, turned her on.
And she had to admit, the new dress felt a lot comfier than her previous formal wear.
Though… would she be taken seriously by the others if she looked like this? Big, bloated, constantly pregnant? If Roman and Virgil saw her with a stomach looking like this, they'd have questions. And if they got the truth, that she was turned on by being pregnant, she’d be a laughing stock…
Patton wrapped his arms around her, smiling. “So soft and squishy… perfect for cuddles~” he sighed. “So, do you want to stay like this?”
Logan sighed, staring at herself in the mirror.
“I… I think I know what I want to do.”
-
Roman sighed as he stepped out from the Imagination, stretching. Another day of questing done! Now to grab some dinner, chill out and get some beauty sleep.
As he wandered down the corridor, Virgil rose up just in front of him. “Hey, JD Lightful, what were you up to?”
“Hm?” Virgil turned to him. “Oh, the usual. Following Thomas around, making sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, giving him some scares. You?”
“Spent the day taking down a group of rogue sorcerers who were trying to take over one of the villages in the Imagination. Good prevailed, and all my denizens are now safe!”
“Well, congrats, I guess. You know, despite it being an imaginary threat you created and could make disappear at will, so it arguably wasn’t even that big a threat,” Virgil smirked.
Roman nudged him, glaring playfully. “A bit rich coming from you, Mr Everything Is A Threat.”
“Oh, kids, you’re back!” Patton’s head poked out of the doorway to the kitchen. “Just in time, your mom and I just finished making dinner. It’s all served up, come on in!
Roman chuckled as he and Virgil followed Patton into the kitchen. “Really running with this whole family thing, huh, Pat-”
He cut himself off, both he and Virgil freezing upon seeing a hefty woman, a complete stranger, sitting at the kitchen table. She was reading a book, but looked up over it when the other sides stepped back in. “Hello, Roman, Virgil. How were your days?”
Virgil blinked. “Who the hell are you?”
The woman raised an eyebrow, closing her book and placing it down on the table. “I’m aware I look rather different, but you really can’t recognise me at all?”
Though the voice was very different, Roman recognised the tone and speech patterns, eyes widening. “Logan?!”
“Yes, it’s me.”
Virgil’s jaw dropped. “Wha… What the hell happened to you?”
“Well, to put it simply, I realized I’m in fact a trans woman, and Patton… helped me with my transition and make over.” Logan smiled softly up at Patton, who leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “So, I will be using she/her pronouns from now on.”
“Now, come on kiddos, sit down so we can dig in!” Patton sat down in his chair beside Logan.
Roman and Virgil shared a glance… before shrugging and sitting down as well. “Well, in that case, Logan, congratulations on learning more about yourself! That certainly deserves celebration!” Roman grinned, raising a glass.
Virgil hummed in agreement. “Yup. Good on you, teach.”
Logan smiled, feeling a figurative warmth in her chest that wasn’t just from the milk stored inside.
The family dug into their meal, happily talking about Roman and Virgil’s days like nothing was different. It made Logan happy, knowing she wasn’t being treated differently despite her new gender identity and appearance.
When Roman and Virgil left, leaving Patton and Logan alone to clear the table and wash the dishes, Patton wrapped an arm around Logan. “You sure you don’t miss the pregnant belly? I know you kept everything else, but…”
“Roman and Virgil would ask too many questions,” Logan said. “We can keep the baby bump as a treat just for us two in private~”
Patton blushed a little, cupping her chubby cheek and kissing her plump lips softly. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”