Killmonger's One-Shot Collection

48 Hours

"I'm a kill you. I'm a legit kill you." Erik's sultry dead eyes bore into you and you tensely hold your position sitting in the lab on your stool. He's so freaking pretty you couldn't resist slipping him the female transformation hormonal injection you'd engineered once again.

It'd taken a while for him to cool his jets but once he got over the betrayal, the two of you had made sweet sapphic love on a bed of red rose petals torn and placed by you. You'd explored his body and he'd had orgasms back to back, more powerful than he'd ever experienced in his male body.

"Who's gonna reverse it if you kill me," you spout casually though you're nervous as ever. He doesn't typically deliver death threats especially in that cold tone. You're still as he makes his way over. "It's not that big a problem, you know it's reversible."

"I'M PREGNANT. LOOK AT THIS SHIT," he points to stomach. You nod not understanding yourself how he gained a pudge and began growing a fetus so damn quickly. "HOW THE FUCK I'M A DEAL WITH THIS?"

Give birth duh..

"I know it looks bad! But I PROMISE you.. I can fix this!"

You don't want to fix it you just want him to calm down.

"TELL ME HOW I GOT PREGNANT," he demands slamming his fist rattling the test tubes. "AIN'T NO SPERM INVOLVED IN US FUCKIN!"

"Well actually.. tell me the truth because I have a theory but you gotta be honest with me. Did you masturbate today in your girl form.. outside of us having sex?"

"Hell yeah, y'all coochies like Little Ceasar's pizzas, this shit been dumb wet since I turned, had to wipe a few times."

"With what?"

"A rag."

"Same nut rag you used on your dick?"
His silent stare conforms your theory as nasty as it is, that's a man for you. Even as a woman he's still a man. "Then that's how you got pregnant. You impregnated yourself. Your nut on that rag from before you turned got up in your vagina after you turned."

His sideways look of confusion gives you a chance to touch his belly. You wanna marvel and swoon. At this point you know 100% that the results of the hormone injection won't fade quickly this time. Pregnancy changes everything.

As rapidly as it occurred and is now progressing AS you think and theorize.. there's a chance that he may remain a woman for a few days.. maybe a week. 2 max.

He can't know that or he'll really flip.

"What am I gonna do," he asks with full concern in his soul gutting eyes. "I'm not having a baby.. I'm not doing it. I'm not.."

"And why not? You expect me to. You wouldn't be my surrogate? Big strong man? You supposed to take these painful hits for me if you can and thanks to my research we know you can."

"I'm not doing it," he asserts. "It wouldn't even be both our baby, it's 100% my DNA it's just gonna be me."

"Oh my god, I basically just created a way to clone."

"Good for you, that already existed.. I'm serious, I'm not delivering a baby. I rather drink dish detergent."

"Let's not be hasty."

That's a danger to him and the baby AND the research.

Walking over to the computer Erik looks up methods for natural miscarriage calling them out for you to debunk, much to his irritation. Most of the methods are either unreliable, dangerous, or they plain don't work. Besides... it's amazing he impregnated himself and you want to study and document the pregnancy and birth, as well as the tests you plan to run on the miracle baby..

You'll raise it humanely, but you're gonna run your tests.

Erik pouts cutely flipping his long dreads in distress with his slender hand on his belly that appears to have gotten even bigger since he marched into the lab with all that attitude AND ass.. double caked up.

"I need something to eat to take my mind off this," he groans draping his torso and arms depressively over a far countertop.

"Oh.. babe, I'm so sorry this happened to you," you lie with a convincing expression. Secretly it could not have gone any better. "I'm a fix it, I promise," you lie again. He sighs rubbing his stomach and you move closer to him to comfort him, holding his pretty feminine face in your hands.

"Can't you, I don't know, inject me with a boost of testosterone? Balance out the estrogen?"

The statement makes you pause. You could do that... You should do that.. You know it and the fact that he figured it out impresses you but also pisses you off. Stupid intelligent man of common sense... Yes. It's a simple fix for you now as it always has been but you wanna let it play out.

"I don't know if it's that simple or else I would've just--"

"Baby please don't make me go through this for research.. Please? Just give me the testosterone."

Damn! He knows.

"What?! I wouldn't go that far," you assure him, holding him tightly, his boobs against yours. "I love you! I wouldn't do that to you.. That's just evil! We can try your suggestion and see if it works."

"It'll work," he insists. Inside you're tantrumming so hard.

"We'll try it and see."

Under his close and watchful eye, you can't switch any chemicals and it makes you sick. You grab the damn things and create the solution to his problems. All he has to do is present his arm and he does quickly.. letting you inject him.

"There you go, that should kill anything in you that can sustain life outside your own or anything else of worth," you blurt no longer hiding your disappointment. His eyes tell you he knew all along, but somehow he's not mad. It's probably because he's feeling the effects of the shot already. It hasn't kicked in on what you see of him physically, but you know it will work on him over the next 24 to 48 hours to put him back to normal.

"Thank you."

"Mhm," you turn away bitterly. His lean arms snake around your waist and his smooth chin rests on your shoulder.

"I mean it, thank you for turning me back. That's how I know you do love me. And honestly," he pushes walking around to face you and hold your hands. "I might decide down the road to go ahead and have OUR child for us.. since we know now that it is an option, but for that to happen we'd need sperm and if I'm a be the egg it'd have to be yours which means you'd have to take one of these injections as well.."

"I'd be willing to do that," you say instinctively, full of hope. He smiles having gotten you out of your funk.

"I feel the change happening," he offers. "Want me to tell you what it's like in full detail?.. For your notes?"

"YES! Wait, let me turn on the recorder!" He's got you again, that easily.

THE END